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Black In White Video (MMF/interracial/wife/bdsm/ws/anal

©2003 Shakespeare_I._Aint@excite.com

A few minutes before midnight on a warm May night, Paul Winters carefully surveyed his preparations in the den. A half an hour before show-time, but he wanted to know everything was ready. He had pulled the couch into the center of the room--it would look strange there for any other purpose than what Paul had in mind. He had three fixed video camera positions-each on a motorized tripod with connections leading back to a small table with a television monitor that Paul would stand behind in the beginning to work the remotes. His fourth video camera lay on the table, ready to go. He could hear Debbie in the great room of their ranch-style home, listening to some soft rock on the stereo while she sipped, or maybe gulped, out of her fluted crystal wine glass. She would need some liquid courage tonight.

Paul and Debbie Winters had a perfect marriage. Their only child, a teenaged son, lived on-campus as a freshman at state college and they no longer lacked extended privacy in their home. The Winters were not rich, but Paul made a comfortable living and they had the money to fulfill their interests. Paul's interest happened to be recording some of the sex sessions he had with his wife. Toward that end, over the years he had eventually accumulated several video cameras, as well as the computer and programs that helped him take a raw disjointed session and, over a period of weeks, refine and distill it to a seamlessly smooth production rendered back onto videotape or placed on a compact disc and sometimes both. Not for sale or trade of course. No, just for his personal pleasure--hell, the fun was in the creation and editing of his productions and he didn't need any one else to appreciate his artistic efforts. His wife, Debbie, had little or no interest in the technical side of his work, except as far as she was always the star either alone or with Paul. Sometimes, Paul would pop a videotape or CD in and they would watch it together. It had led to some intense love-making. Anyway, to date, Paul had ten separate tapes and disks, covering the last ten years of their lives together. The first six tapes contained short vignettes and separate sessions taken at different times, while the last four had been composed of one night's activities. Tonight, Paul intended to add a fifth session and that is why Debbie squirmed in trepidation.

If Paul had his penchant for voyeurism and videography, then it could be said that Debbie had her own sexual interest that had strongly fed into Paul's passion. Over the years of their marriage, Debbie and Paul had over time identified her own interest in sexual humiliation and control. Starting slowly with being "overpowered" or maybe a light spanking, they had come to realize that she got quite a kick out of these types of activities. And Paul had been more than willing to indulge her interest and expand their sexual horizons until he had a woman who would do just about anything and, deep down, secretly wanted to be made to do it.

They really didn't discuss their situations much with each other. And truth be told, their corresponding interests in humiliation or voyeurism didn't come into play in their normal sexual lives--who had the time or inclination to tape every sexual encounter? Paul didn't use Debbie as his "slave" and they didn't have a master-slave 24/7 relationship going. No, their sex life was pretty regular, all things considered, and taping a session was a rare thing. Oddly enough, it was Debbie who gave the signals that let Paul know she was interested in making another "movie". Through subtle signals, rubbing up against Paul, or holding his cock while he urinated, or maybe just evincing a general playfulness, Debbie let Paul know that she was up for a bout of nasty sex. Knowing that Paul was videotaping was a huge turn-on for her, even though she knew that Paul didn't share his work with the outside world. And the things he did to her and "made" her do to herself or to him were very naughty and a powerful aphrodisiac to her. But somehow, asking Paul for a session would kill much of the thrill for her, so she relied on Paul picking up her signals and choreographing an evening's activities for them both.

Debbie Winters was forty-three years of age, with tousled blond shoulder-length hair and the face of a pretty mother. She appeared to be a classic "Soccer Mom" driving her ridiculously expensive sport-utility vehicle around town. She was five foot seven and had kept most of the beauty of her younger days, although she had to diet constantly and exercise like a maniac to stay relatively trim. Her heavy breasts, once-proud 36C cuppers, probably wouldn't be confused with those on an 18 year old, but what could you do? Her behind, which Paul sometimes massaged in his sleep, may have started to fall a bit, but it never failed to engage Paul's attention when they made love. Debbie had a few little stretch marks on her from her only pregnancy sixteen years ago, and she chose not to wear a bikini at the beach, but her tummy was as shapely as could be expected and it certainly didn't bulge badly or anything like that. She waited anxiously on the couch in a short white terry-cloth bathrobe, (Paul didn't go in much for lingerie or anything else time-consuming); her hair pulled back into a cute blonde pony-tail.

Paul made his final checks, and consulted his watch. Any minute now, he guessed. This would be a crowning achievement in his film-making career and a milestone in their relationship. Tonight would be the first time he brought in another man and would film him as he used Paul's wife. He was as nervous as a cat. After months of thought and idle search, Paul had met the perfect guy for this project. He was a cook at a local bar and grill. Paul had "discovered" him in the bathroom. Jimmy the Cook was a dark-skinned black male in his late thirties; about five foot nine and probably two hundred and twenty pounds. Built like a fireplug. Not a great looking guy or a successful one. But it wasn't his looks that got Paul's attention as much as when Jimmy, stepped up to the adjacent urinal and fished out one hell of a dong to piss with. He had a long dark prick, one of those where the head is actually the thinnest part, while the cock stem was wider. The thing had to be ten inches long--two hands worth, Paul figured and he was excited about the thought of how that blacksnake would look against his wife's white skin. Jimmy was intrigued when Paul put the sales pitch to him right then and there. He quizzed Paul about his plans for the scene and the things he wanted Jimmy and his wife to do. He couldn't believe that Paul would be willing to allow him to fuck his wife. Paul had to explain a couple of times that it was all part of Debbie's groove and that it was all okay. Jimmy was raring to go, so Paul got his beeper number. A few weeks of waiting and a clean bill of health later, Paul had called him for tonight. Jimmy was coming over after the kitchen closed. Wouldn't Debbie be surprised?!

His work finished for the time being, Paul headed out into the living room where Debbie was waiting. Paul grinned self-consciously at her. His inactivity would lead Debbie to realize that he seemed to be waiting for something. Or waiting for someone? When Debbie heard a car door slam outside, she glanced nervously towards the window and then back at Paul. He nodded slightly. When the doorbell rang, Debbie's body froze and she stared at the door. Paul went to answer it. The black man was at the door.

Paul greeted his guest and allowed him into the home. Jimmy's eyes swept nervously over Debbie's form as his made his greeting to Paul. Paul watched Debbie's eyes--they were wide with surprise.

"Now that we're all here, let’s go into the den," Paul suggested. The men waited until Debbie slowly got up and padded down the hall--her ass swinging nicely under the terrycloth of her robe; her nice legs on view as she retreated. "Need a beer, Jimmy?" Paul asked.

"I'd like that Mister Winters," the black cook answered, nervously. Paul popped behind the dry bar and grabbed two beers out of the small fridge. He also grabbed Debbie's glass from the coffee table where she had left it and freshened her glass of wine. She would need it, he figured. He wondered what was going through her mind as she waited for them. The two men walked down the entrance hall into the den. Debbie sat on the couch with her legs primly together, her sturdy thighs a flawless white. They could see her wonderful cleavage down the top of her robe. She seemed tense and nervously expectant. Her eyes were cast slightly down--she wouldn't meet their eyes. She was already in her zone. This was going to work, Paul thought excitedly.

Jimmy stopped at the door and gazed in wonder at the variety of cameras and equipment Paul had arrayed for the night. "Wow, this is a lot of shit here," he exclaimed. Paul nodded proudly.

"I like to do it up right, Jimmy. Step in and make yourself comfortable. Sit down on the couch there, and I'll introduce you. I'll start rolling tape now and then introduce you to Debbie. I'm going to start the cameras." With that, Paul retreated behind his table while Jimmy sat down on the couch, clearly uncomfortable and nervous about sitting next to Debbie. Debbie took a large sip of her white wine. Paul switched his cameras on. His monitors showed him the perfect focus on the couch and its occupants and all systems were go. "Look at each other", he ordered. Both participants glanced at each other. Paul smiled excitedly and stepped out in view of the cameras. He beckoned to his wife. Debbie put her wine glass down, stood up, and approached her husband. Paul began the introductions.

"Jimmy, I'd like you to meet my wife Debbie." Paul turned Debbie around to face the seated black man, while holding her hand companionably. "Debbie, say hi to our guest." Debbie said her hello in an almost inaudible voice and Jimmy nodded back at her. Paul stepped in behind his wife and continued. "Now Jimmy, you know what you're here for. That is to say that I've told you what gets Debbie excited, and how I like to videotape her little escapades. Before we get under way, I'll take a few minutes to show you Debbie's unique charms." Paul reached around in front of Debbie and untied the belt to her short robe. Debbie gasped as Paul gently pulled the garment away from her body, leaving her exposed to the stranger in their home. Paul gently pulled the robe off her shoulders before tossing it aside. He stepped in close behind his pretty wife. He cupped and lifted her milky white breasts with their large dusky red nipples. He ran his thumbs over her stiffening nipples. "These are Debbie's tits, Jimmy. They are 36c cups, and Debbie breastfed our only child with them. She also fed me more than once back in those days," Paul told him, matter-of-factly. Debbie blushed red and closed her eyes, but her chest was heaving with the embarrassment of the situation. Paul went on, "Her boobs are nice and heavy," he hefted them a few times for Jimmy's benefit, "and she certainly doesn't mind when someone squeezes them", Debbie gasped as Paul's fingers dug into her breasts forcefully, "or even when they get slapped." Debbie's hands flew involuntarily up from her waist to protect herself and then she automatically dropped her hands back down to her side and waited. Paul's right hand slapped her hanging tittie forcefully as much an exhibition for Jimmy and a little punishment for Debbie's reaction. The slap rang out in the room and Debbie yelped.

"Now on continue. Debbie if you will please get down on all fours with your butt facing Jimmy." Paul waited as Debbie got down on her hands and knees with her backside facing their guest. Paul knew how vulnerable she felt, presenting in such a way. He knelt down beside her and placed his hands on her buttocks. He separated her cheeks. "Here is my wife's pussy--you can see how wet it is getting." It was true. Debbie's pussy, closely shorn, was pulled open and she glistened inside with excitement from being on display. "This pussy has given me a lot of pleasure over the years. Now tonight it's your turn to use it, Jimmy. Debbie would like that, wouldn't you hon?"

Debbie mumbled something incoherently.

"What did you say, hon? Because I really don't think we heard you. I asked if you were ready to give your pussy up to Jimmy for his use and your pleasure. Are you ready for that?"

"Yes," Debbie breathed.

"It's been such a fun pussy, and it tastes wonderful, wouldn't you say, dear?"

"Yes, dear," Debbie answered, thinking back to the times Paul's cock had gone into her mouth straight out of her soaked vagina.

Paul's fingers traveled higher, spreading her cheeks and displaying the crinkled, dusky brown circle of his wife's anus to Jimmy. He tapped her butthole with his finger. "This hole is also for you, Jimmy. Debbie loves a butt-fuck and I'm sure you'll be able to give her a deep one. We'll have to see if you can even fit in there. It's always been fun up there for us." Paul stood up. "Anyway, let's make some good video." Jimmy nodded nervously in acknowledgment.

Paul stood up and surveyed his tableful of equipment. Paul's monitor screen picture was split in four parts--three views of the couch with a blank fourth segment where Paul's handheld camera would display. He grabbed his handheld and switched it on.

"Jimmy, just take your shirt and pants off--leave your underwear on," Paul suggested. Jimmy stood up self-consciously and pulled his shirt over his head. "Toss your stuff behind the couch." Jimmy didn't bother folding his shirt. He kicked off his shoes--he wore no socks--and tossed them behind the couch. Then he turned slightly away from their view and self-consciously unbuckled his belt and unzipped his work pants--stained from another day behind the grill--pulling them down, revealing his old dingy white underwear. He stepped out of his pants and carelessly threw them also, before shyly turning back to face Paul and Deb. Paul noted that Jimmy's underwear were worn and yellowed--probably don't get washed that often, he reflected. He saw his wife still on all fours on the floor, watching the performance over her shoulder. She eyed the amount of space Jimmy's equipment seemed to take up in the front of his Hanes. And really, it looked like there was a pair of black socks or something jammed up in Jimmy's trogs.

"Sit down, Jimmy," Paul directed. "Deb, sit down next to Jimmy. Jimmy sat himself back down. He grabbed his beer and took a deep pull from it. Deb sat down slowly on the couch next to the black stranger. She tried not to appear nervous, but Paul could tell she was edgy.

"Jimmy, start kissing Deb. She'll reach into your underwear and play with you."

Jimmy turned to Debbie, anticipation in his eyes now. He slid next to her and put his arm around her and bent his face down. Paul watched his wife raise her face and then, with her eyes closed, allowed Jimmy's lips to contact hers.

Debbie felt a sickening thrill as she tasted Jimmy's sour breath, laced with beer, and then felt his tongue invade her mouth, frenching her deeply in front of her filming husband. She flushed red with the forbidden shame. Remembering her husband's instructions, she slid her right hand dutifully down the sparse tight-curled hairs on his stomach and massaged his package through his dingy shorts, measuring him with her fingers. His long, fat shaft seemed to curl around on itself in the tight confinement of his underwear. It was huge, she knew. More of a weapon than a tool for love. She gently pulled on the soft curve of his penis, pulling him out of the top of his underpants, until finally the majority of his penis fell out of his underwear, lying right on his lap.

Paul watched in excitement as the black man soul-kissed his wife. His own groin was tight with excitement and he rubbed himself with one hand as he came closer to record the action. He watched the action for a few minutes and Jimmy french-kissed Debbie and she responded as best she could. He tried to judge his own feelings. He found the scene to be slightly repulsive but stimulating nonetheless.

"Okay, Deb, do your stuff--on your knees between his legs--leave his underwear on," Paul commanded tersely.

Debbie thankfully broke off the kiss--her own lips wet with saliva. Her face burned red with humiliation and she felt her groin felt moist and heavy. She slid down gingerly between Jimmy's legs. He spread his legs to accommodate the slim soccer mom. Debbie knew instinctively what type of activity that her husband wanted to film. So she began to mouth Jimmy's testicles lightly through his BVDs, gnawing and blowing her warm breath through the old fabric for his enjoyment. Without pausing in her task, she reached up onto Jimmy's stomach and began to softly stroke his black snake up and down with the circle of her fingers. Jimmy sat back and moaned aloud at her ministrations, flexing his hips as his long thick cock slowly inflated on his belly. Deb continued working his balls thru the cloth for awhile, the only sounds in the room was her breathing and Jimmy's low moans. Time for her next trick--she used both hands to peel away the elastic from Jimmy's left leg, exposing a bit of his ball sac, with its nappy, tightly curled little curlicues of hair. She began to lick his salty flesh, at the juncture between his balls and his thigh. Jimmy began to idly stroke the head of his cock and he laid his head back on the couch. His penis lengthened and fattened itself with his blood. It made for good cinema. "Take his pants off--Jimmy, you pull your legs up," Paul managed to croak.

Jimmy lifted his hips off the couch and he and Deb tugged his underwear off. The camera caught the briefest flash of the light skid mark in Jimmy's underpants before he kicked them away. Jimmy sat back and pulled his feet up onto the edge of the couch. He spread his legs, exposing his big black testicles to view. Paul captured them on film. Debbie took the opportunity to reach down and feel herself down there--she was wet with dirty excitement, servicing this black man. She tweaked her clitoris and it responded hotly. "Go Deb, get to work on him--and you know what I'm going to want," Paul murmured, zooming in on his wife as she lowered her head to the black man's groin and commenced licking his balls, her wet pink tongue contrasting sexily with the blackness of Jimmy's groin. Jimmy's balls tasted musty and salty and a little bit like stale urine--like he hadn't showered in a few days. She lifted his balls up to her face ands she laved her big spreading wet licks on his ball sack. Jimmy stroked himself idly in time to Debbie's wet ministrations.

Paul filmed away, checking his stationary cameras to see if they were capturing the angles he intended, and then moved in close with his handheld camera. He zoomed onto a tight shot of his beautiful wife tongue-washing the black man, her wonderful mouth wetting the guy's monstrous balls, making them glisten for the cameras. She always had a wet mouth--her mouth seemed to water when she was on the job. Jimmy flailed lightly away at his meat, moaning softly as the little wife worked him.

"How do you like your first black man, Debbie?" Paul asked.

"I love it," Debbie replied dutifully, her voice muffled in Jimmy's balls.

"You like his cock--that big black cock?"

"Yes,"

"And those balls--do they taste good?"

"Yes."

"You should start playing with yourself," Paul suggested, working his handheld back out from the tight shot. He filmed his wife, starting from her delicious backside right over her shoulders to where her mouth licked and suckled Jimmy's testes. He filmed her right hand disappearing under her to play with her pussy. It was good.

Debbie stroked her clitoris, and then felt her pussy--it felt so luxuriously tingly down there. She slipped her index finger lightly inside her pussy lips, enjoying the feel of the digit sliding up and down her wetness. She plied herself as she worked the black man, knowing how good she was able to make him feel in this humiliating situation. Paul's questions made her warm, and she knew it would only get deliciously worse for her.

Jimmy gasped when her tongue finished with his big ball sack and moved onto his perineum. She laved him there hoping Paul wouldn't want her to do the next thing--the thing he liked so much...

"You good, Jimmy?" Paul asked. The black stud was sitting back with his eyes closed.

"I'm gonna bust my nut--cuz this shit is too good," Jimmy warned.

"Debbie?"

"Hmm...?"

"Do him like you do me. You're going to like this Jimmy. When you're ready, just shoot on your stomach, okay?" Jimmy nodded, his head lolling back on the couch, his eyes closed. Debbie flushed at Paul's command. She knew exactly what he wanted her to do. It was something she had only done for him--her husband--and it embarrassed her that Paul wanted her to exhibit her talent for this black stranger. But she knew she would do it for him. She pushed lightly at Jimmy's thighs and Jimmy got the hint. He spread his feet and thighs still wider and inched himself closer to the edge of the couch, giving Debbie the room she needed to work. To give her better access. To his butt.

Debbie closed her eyes and eased her face lower in Jimmy's groin. Until her forehead was touching his balls. She used her thumbs to part the black's asscheeks lightly. Then Debbie moved her face down farther and started to lick his ass. Her nose was pressed up against his perineum as she wetted him. Away from the immediacy of the camera, she opened her eyes a little. Even his asshole was big, a large purplish soft star, reeking like only a butthole can--worse than her husband's certainly. Thank God for the numbing effects of alcohol. She could taste the black man's ass, but at least it wasn't bad enough to make her gag. She was warm with embarrassment, doing this act, at her husband's insistence, on a black man she had just met a few minutes ago. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Paul kneel down next to her and film her indecency. It was disgusting, and yet stimulating for her. Her pussy felt swollen and she pressed her thighs together. It felt so good.

Paul felt his own cock standing straight out ready to burst. How few times had he ever been this close to shooting his own load without ever having touched his cock? It was pretty rare, but this was one of those times. He felt like he could go off any second without warning. He watched Debbie working Jimmy, her pink tongue swirling around the black anus and then as she began to probe lightly into Jimmy's most private cavity. Jimmy grunted every time. Debbie knew he liked it, and she felt proud somehow. Had he ever had one of his women do this for him? she wondered. She knew he was very close to his orgasm--his nutsack had tightened up from the loose bag of balls he had started with. She felt him inch even closer to the edge and saw him drop his left hand down to help spread himself better for her. Debbie buried her face in him and planted her mouth on his anus in an obscene French kiss, sucking strongly on his butthole and alternately inserting her pointy tongue into Jimmy's ass. He went wild.

Paul backed his camera off just as Jimmy announced his intention.

"Here it comes, here it comes,"

And while Debbie worked on the black man, Paul captured Jimmy furiously stroking his cock until he started spurting his semen up into the air and back down onto his stomach and groin. He was a big comer, shooting four nice spurts and then oozing the rest onto his skin as he rubbed his cock on his stomach. He was groaning and the microphones would pick that up as well as Debbie's soft sucking sounds. Jimmy was really a mess.

Debbie relaxed and pulled her face out after Jimmy stopped shooting. This close to his groin, she could smell the familiar tang of the sperm which had landed on Jimmy's stomach. He had shot a bunch of nice strings of slightly-yellow cum onto himself and the rest kind of lay clotted on his abdomen. Or maybe it only seemed yellow because he was so dark. His stomach was wet with goo clinging to the tight sparse little curls of hair. Debbie sat back, resting her pussy full on the heel of her foot and waited for Paul's next command. He looked so excited and she saw that her act had had quite an effect on him.

Paul set his video camera down on the table with the lens facing Debbie. His cock felt like it was out of control and he was afraid he would shoot his load if he even moved. But he walked carefully across the room and picked up Debbie's wine glass and brought it to her. Should he? Would she? It would make a great little ending to this scene, he hoped. As long as she didn't refuse.

"You need something to wash your mouth out with, hon?"

"Yes," Debbie replied humbly, watching her husband. What was he going to do?

Jimmy watched idly, probably wondering the same thing.

Paul made sure he was in full view of his cameras before he reached down to his stiff cock and stroked it. It didn't take long. Paul gasped as he lowered the wine glass down to abdomen level and tipped his stiff cock down to meet it. And then he blasted his juice into it. Holy fuck, it felt good--it almost hurt it was so ready. He unloaded himself completely into his wife's wine glass, his ropes of cum hitting the inside of the glass and dripping down to mix into the white wine, holding itself together in the lighter liquid. It was really something. When he was finished his legs were weak. He stepped to Debbie and held the glass out. She looked surprised, her face flushed and her mouth open.

"Drink this," Paul said softly. "Just do it," he added, hoping she wouldn't refuse and ruin this part of the video.

Jimmy sat looking stunned at Paul and then down at his white wife. Was she going to do it?

Debbie moaned and ground herself lightly on her heel. Her face felt hot and flushed--what was this about? Wasn't it enough for her to do this black guy and even use her mouth on his butt? How far was this night going to go? Now he wanted her to drink this wine--in front of a stranger!? But she saw the look of intensity on Paul's face and she didn't want to disappoint him. Without as much as a sigh to ruin it for him, she took the proffered glass from her husband. She swirled it around and then brought it to her mouth and drank slowly. Paul and Jimmy watched the wine mixed with spunk enter her mouth--watched her throat as she swallowed the mixed drink. And Debbie even threw back her head and let the last of Paul's dregs drip into her open mouth before she finally handed the empty glass back to her husband. "Thanks," Paul mouthed at her and she nodded shyly back at him.

Paul put the glass down and picked his mobile camera back up. Time to finish this scene. "Okay, hon, if you'll just clean Jimmy off, we'll take a rest. You can do yourself at the same time," he ordered softly.

Debbie got off her heels and slid back between the Jimmy's legs. She had done these clean-ups many times to Paul and she knew what he wanted. She grasped Jimmy's big flaccid prick and held it aside. It was really an amazing organ, so long and thick and warm. Her face hovered over his stomach. With her right hand she began to play with herself, teasing and tucking her fingers into her wet snatch--it felt so warm and loose in there, achingly ready for some real action. Her face came down on Jimmy's stomach and she began to lick and lightly suck Jimmy's load off his body. Paul caught the action as his wife cleaned Jimmy off. Her tongue disappeared into Jimmy's belly button which held a rich deposit of his sperm. She cleaned it out and moved on. His sperm was just like Paul's, salty and pungently tangy. This was one of the things Debbie enjoyed doing for Paul and it never failed to help her along greatly to her orgasm. To her surprise, she moaned just like she would if she was doing Paul and she worked slowly, but eagerly, on Jimmy's abdomen, making his load disappear. She felt her own climax coming on, her pussy widening in small muscular twitches. As she finished the last string of cum, her pussy clamped shut repeatedly on her fingers and she lay her head down on Jimmy's stomach and rested there, enjoying the pleasant sensations she had given herself. She contemplated Jimmy's black snake as it rested just a few inches from her face and that sight gave her a few extra squeezes, a few extra seconds of pleasure. Jimmy stroked her hair lightly, amazed at his incredible luck and blown away by her incredible performance.

And then the first act was over. Paul set the camera down, although it was still recording. Sometimes, the between-scenes activities could make some pretty interesting filler for his videos. He picked up Deb's empty glass and Jimmy's beer bottle and headed back to the bar, leaving Deb alone with Jimmy.

Debbie got up and put her robe back on--she still felt the need for modesty in front of this stranger regardless of what she had just done with him. For his part, Jimmy sat back relaxed on the sofa, his arms and legs sprawled comfortably akimbo, his black snake resting on his lap. Debbie sat down demurely at the other end of the couch. Jimmy seemed very at ease now that his resources had been drained.

"You something else, you know that?"

"Thank-you," Debbie answered demurely.

"What's next--what we gonna do next?" Jimmy asked, peering over at her.

"I don't know--I really don't know--whatever Paul wants, I guess..." Debbie could not raise her glance to meet his eyes.

"And you do whatever your man wants? Even with me?"

"I...I've always--I always do what Paul wants when we do these movies," Deb answered, flustered by all the questions. "I let him film whatever he wants--that's the way we do it."

"And you get off on it, right?” Jimmy pressed.

"I...yes, I get off on it."

"What part you like best--what gets you off the most?"

Debbie sat, mortified by the personal questions. In that respect, it really was a night for irony. "I guess, I'm into the acts and the words," she finally admitted quietly. "Having to do something, kind of being 'forced' to do something. I guess it gets me off," she finished lamely.

Jimmy sat thinking for a moment. Debbie wanted Paul back in the room badly. This conversation--she felt she had to answer Jimmy's questions to be a polite hostess--made her uncomfortable. It was worse than the actual acts could be.

"What things you do to feel humiliated? Besides what we already done, I mean," Jimmy pried.

Paul came back, bringing his wife a clean glass of wine and a couple of beers for Jimmy and himself. "I, uh... usually Paul does some things to me, or has me do them to myself. Those kind of things," Debbie tried to be evasive, all the more self-conscious of her sexual interest now that Paul was back. But Jimmy wasn't having any of that.

"Tell me some things you like."

Debbie flushed hotly. She felt heated throughout her body, a sign of her excitement. She knew her husband was also waiting on her answer.

"Paul likes to spank me sometimes. And he likes my breasts. And my behind--to hit them with things--little whips, I mean. And my stomach and my legs and my back, I guess. It just helps me along, you know..."

"You really like being spanked and whipped, lady?"

"Yes, Debbie breathed, wanting to slide her hand back down into her robe and rub herself for a little while.

"Don't it hurt?"

"Yes, it can hurt."

"And that's okay--that's what you want?"

"Yes," Debbie whispered, wishing she could crawl away and hide. She could hear the edge in Jimmy's voice. About her thing and the things she had already done.

"Okay then, lady. I can do them things," Jimmy stated confidently.

"I hope you can, Jimmy." Paul handed him a beer. Jimmy took a huge drink, draining half the bottle. Short-order cooks are always alcoholics. Paul followed suit. "I hope you can supply all the nasty that we're looking for, isn't that right, hon?"

"Yes dear." She sipped her wine greedily, studiously avoiding their gazes.

"I guess we can begin now, if you're ready, Jimmy"

Jimmy nodded absently in Paul's direction, his attention still fixed on the dainty little wife at the other end of the couch. He drained the last of the bottle. "You really can put them down, eh Jim? I'll get you another” Paul went out and grabbed three more beers, hoping that Jimmy wouldn't get too drunk to be any further use. He already had a spectacular scene in the can but it would be a major disappointment to lose the rest of the night. He set the beers down on the end table. Going over to his control table, he swiveled the mounted cameras to the center of the room and then grabbed his portable camera off the table. He stood towards the center of the room where two indiscreet eyebolts protruded from the ceiling.

"If you're ready, Deb, I think we can begin. If you'll stand up and toss the robe aside."

Debbie drained her wine and shakily stood up. Her legs felt weak with excitement. She slowly pulled the short robe off and stood there naked in front of the men, wanting so badly to suck her little tummy in and cup her breasts to hide them from the view of the black man.

"We'll need some restraints for your arms, hon. They're in the top right drawer."

Debbie crossed the room and opened the top drawer of the office desk. She pulled out two lengths of black polyester straps which terminated in leather cuffs at one end and snaps at the other. The straps were adjustable. "The black cat and the paddle, I think," Paul added. "Bring them to our guest." She brought out the cat o' nine tails, a plastic liquorice-type whip with tiny plastic balls at the end of the tails. There were really more than nine tails on the whip--probably more like twenty. It really didn't break the skin, but wielded with a heavy hand, it could make her think it had. The paddle was simply a five inch wide pine board that was about half an inch thick. The paddle had a hand-carved stylized phallic handle. Paul had lovingly carved and planed both parts of the paddle. He had even painted the words, "For All The Good Times" onto the paddle before he applied polyurethane to seal the paddle wood and make it shine. Reversed, the handle could be inserted at need into one of Debbie's orifices. He had given it to her on Christmas Day as a stocking stuffer years ago. She had been so excited that they had used it that morning and many times since. The paddle had been through a lot with Paul and Deb Winters. Debbie brought her load of equipment over to Jimmy, who had stood up eagerly. She set the tools down.

"Fasten the cuffs on her and then just click the snap-rings into the eyebolts in the ceiling. We want her arms above her head."

Jimmy stalked over to Debbie, his black penis dangling as he approached the small white woman. Debbie held out her hands and Jimmy fixed the padded leather cuffs around each wrist. He clipped the straps to the eyebolts in the ceiling and adjusted the straps until Deb's arms were pulled up over her shoulders. Debbie felt horribly exposed and vulnerable now, unable to defend herself from Jimmy. He stepped back and appraised her. Debbie consciously tried to pull her stomach in to make herself more appealing. She closed her eyes--she didn't want to have to watch--what was going on was just too embarrassing for her. Her nipples had stiffened the moment the cuffs had gone on. Jimmy eyed her approvingly and stepped around behind Debbie.

"I'll want you to use the cat on Debbie, and also to slap and squeeze her--she'll like that."

"Okay," Jimmy answered.

"And after that, a nice spanking and then you can bang her on all fours from behind--whatever you want, no limits, okay, Jimmy? You can call her anything you want. She'll like that."

"Yeah. All right. You got it."

"And don't worry about Deb screaming or crying--it's all part of the game. She gets out a lot of emotions--she says she feels kind of cleansed when it's all said and done. We have a 'safe' word, a word she'll say if the scene gets too heavy for her," Paul added, looking at his wife. Deb looked up from the floor at Paul. They both knew they didn't have a safe word. Deb looked back down.

"All right, I can handle it," Jimmy promised. Debbie felt the black man sidle up to her from behind. His penis pressed against the small of her back as he leaned over her. His hands came around to gently cup and heft her breasts. Jimmy started to kiss her shoulder lightly and Debbie involuntarily reacted, shivering in goose bumps. She hadn't expected that. Slowly Jimmy's hands increased the pressure on her funbags, his fingers gently digging into her as he breathed his beer-breath into the hollow of her neck. Deb felt his large strong hands squeezing her and her breasts starting to ooze out between his strong fingers. She slowly came up onto her toes in answer. Jimmy's voice in her ear. "You like me to play with these?" Debbie nodded slightly; good enough for Jimmy. "You like me squeezing these titties nice and hard, dontcha?" Debbie nodded. Paul swept out in front of Deb, filming her reactions. "Whose titties are these?” Jimmy breathed.

"Yours," Debbie said quietly, knowing what he wanted to hear. But also saying what she wanted to say. Her sex felt wet down there between her legs.

"Then you mind if I squeeze my titties harder, and then do a number or two on them? You wouldn't mind that, would you?"

"No."

So Jimmy went ahead and buried his mouth in Deb's neck, kissing and sucking lightly at her skin while his fingers clamped down even tighter on Debbie's jugs, kneading and lifting and pulling on her breasts as she moaned aloud, close to screaming with the sensations. He began to alternate, squeezing tightly and pulling one breast away from her chest before releasing it and clamping the other for treatment. Finally, his hands came to rest on her tits, which were pressure-streaked with red and white finger-shaped stripes. His fingers slid a tiniest bit on her abused chest and then his middle and index fingers clamped shut on her nipples. Deb yelped and gave out a long keening whimper that filled the room. Jimmy pinched and pulled at her sensitive nipples for what seemed like a full minute to Debbie. In her heightened state, the little wife was dimly aware of his huge penis rubbing up against her high in the small of her back. And then he was gone, leaving her aching breasts free as he stepped away from behind her. Debbie opened her eyes and looked up. She saw Paul filming her scene. And then Jimmy coming around from behind her. His penis had bloomed and poked the air in front of him. He positioned himself, balanced on his heels about two feet in front of Debbie. She hurriedly closed her eyes again. Jimmy stepped in and reached down to Debbie's abdomen. She spread her legs slightly to allow him access to her. His fingers bumped and rubbed over her clitoris. Jimmy slipped two fingers up into her vagina.

Paul swung around again to videotape the action. His own cock had responded to his wife being fondled by the black man. He was not so much aroused from watching his wife take the abuse as he was from seeing her reactions. He knew she was turned on and it was powerfully exciting for him.

Jimmy rooted around in Deb's sheath. Debbie felt herself coating his fingers with her shameful wetness.

"You liking this ain't you--You have a good time?"

Debbie nodded, her eyes searching his face.

Jimmy pulled his fingers out and put them up close to Deb's nose. When the little wife began to smell herself, she jerked her face to the side. Jimmy's fingers found her and smeared her essences under her nose and on her upper lip. "A little pussy juice mustache for you," he said. Deb smelled her secretions--no way to get away from them now.

Paul marveled at the act. This Jimmy was turning out to be more than Paul could have hoped for. He didn't seem to need instructions to operate on Debbie. It was going very well. Jimmy stepped back from Deb. She waited on him, not knowing what was coming next and afraid to look. It didn't take long.

Slap! Jimmy brought his left hand up from nowhere and whizzed his hand into the side of Debbie's sore right tittie. Her breast moved from the sharp impact and Debbie uttered a short little scream of surprise and pain. Slap! Jimmy's right hand slapped her other breast and the fight was on. Debbie leaned forward in pain, trying to minimize her soft targets. Jimmy's hands slapped hard again and again against the outsides of her tits and Debbie cried out repeatedly. But he didn't stop. She began to sob with the indignity and the stinging pain, and tears ran down her pretty mother face. Jimmy began to cross-slap her chest, working the insides of her breasts, making her want to jump straight in the air to get away from this treatment. She felt her emotions cresting and she released her angst in sobbing torrents. Jimmy began to concentrate slaps from both hands on first her right breast and then her left. Whenever Deb tried to turn herself away from the attack, he would alternately begin to work her other breast. There was no place to turn. She cried in stinging release.

Paul taped the sequence. Deb's breasts had turned from a mottled white and red to mostly red as Jimmy attacked her. He heard her racking sobs and captured her tear-stained face on film as each palm struck her tender breasts. She was magnificent in her distress.

Jimmy's fast hands finally wind-milled to a halt. He stepped quickly away and snatched up the cat. Debbie stood with her eyes closed, sobbing aloud, glad she hadn't worn eye makeup that would be running down her face by now. She was going to peek out and see what was coming when she heard the familiar sound of the cat cutting the air just before it connected with her tummy. Now Debbie found the strength for a full-lunged shocked scream as her breath happened to be leaving her lungs anyway. Her sound filled the room. Even Jimmy's eyes lit up in surprise at her reaction to this new torment. It didn't stop him from lashing her stomach and thighs though. He used forehands and backhands and didn't allow Deb to anticipate his targets or his timing. She shrieked; her whole front of her torso stinging from the cat. It didn't break the skin, but Jimmy hit a lot harder than Paul ever did. She couldn't seem to catch her breath--every time she felt she had gotten a handle on this new trial, the cat would catch her again. It stung as Jimmy worked her over. Finally, he eased the pace, aiming carefully for her funbags and connecting; whipping her sore breasts and nipples, which was a whole new kind of torture for Debbie. Her sobs filled the room with volume now and her chest heaved. She wanted to curl up on the carpet in a fetal position and rest for awhile, drained as she was. But Jimmy wasn't having it. He stepped up close to Debbie and she peeked out at him. Jimmy's fingers--the one that had been in her pussy, touched her face. He was wiping the tears off her face and chin. And she watched him hold the cat of nine tails up and then use her tears to lubricate the black handle. He stepped behind Debbie and she felt him use one hand to part her cheeks. She managed to spread her legs a bit and had just enough time to realize what Jimmy intended when he pushed the handle of the cat of nine tails into her rectum. And Debbie knew now that tears weren't a very good lubricant, because it hurt enough when he pushed it into her, lodging the thing in her bowel. He came around front and reached up to release Debbie's hands from the overhead restraints. With her hands free, Debbie cradled her aching breasts and then tried to comfort her stomach and thighs. Burning with the embarrassment of having her husband taping her while she had been abused. She felt so exposed, naked and stinging, with the cat still lodged firmly up her butt, its lashes hanging out of her like a tail. While Paul continued to shoot video of his teary-eyed, sobbing wife, Jimmy handed her her wine glass. Debbie accepted it gratefully, and took a large gulp to cool her throat off. Jimmy retreated to the middle of the couch, sitting down and cracking another beer open. The guy could really drink. When he saw that Deb was finished, he patted his lap.

"All right, I think you need a paddlin' and a spanking. Sit down here on my lap."

Debbie put her glass down delicately. She felt warm and her legs felt shaky. She was acutely aware of the intense interest of the men, and she was embarrassed by the "tail" sticking out of her backside. She managed to walk over to Jimmy, but hesitated, unsure of how Jimmy would want her placed.

"Lay across my lap, right here." Jimmy pointed down at his lap. Debbie eased herself onto the couch and lay down with her butt across Jimmy's black groin. She folded her elbows under her and rested her head down on her hands. She waited.

Paul readjusted his cameras to focus on the couch. He was heady with success--this video was going to be fantastic--hell, it already was. And he was rampant down there--ready for some more action. Somehow, having this guy doing his wife made her more desirable to him. He had a hard-on that just wouldn't quit.

"You comfortable?” Jimmy asked Deb.

"Yes," Debbie quailed, expecting a stinging slap to rain down at any second. But Jimmy was patient.

"You don't have to call me Master or nothing. But you call me, Jimmy," he said.

"Yes, Jimmy,"

"You like being called names when you do this stuff?"

"I dont...I don't know...”

"You want me to call you names?"

"Okay," Debbie squeaked, certain that he was going to start in on her. She heard him pick up the paddle.

"Well, what we going to call you? You like me wailing on your chest just fine. Now you gonna get a whupping. You got something sticking out of you ass. You're like a bad girl. Or maybe a bad whore. You want me to call you whore?"

"Yes," Debbie breathed. She could feel her pussy, warm and wet with her excitement and this dirty conversation.

Jimmy tugged lightly at the lashes of the cat where it disappeared into her butt "Yes, what?"

She thought. What? Oh yes. "Yes, Jimmy," she answered.

"You a bad girl--you a dirty little whore then?"

"Yes, Jimmy."

"Dirty whore like you--tell me what you want."

Debbie gritted her teeth--so hard to say these things that Paul rarely made her say.

"I want a spanking, Jimmy,"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes, Jimmy. I want a spanking."

"On this big ass--on this big booty?" Jimmy tugged at her "tail" again. Debbie blushed red. Her backside wasn't that big--but didn't these black guys like big butts?

"Yes, Jimmy."

"Yes, what, you little white woman whore?"

"I want you to spank my... my big ass."

"So I spank your big white ass and you like it. What you gonna do for me? What do I get out of it, Mama Skank? What you gonna give Jimmy? Tell me," he commanded.

Debbie struggled hesitated with the words that seemed so unfamiliar to her. "You can...fuck me, Jimmy," she finally managed, cringing at the thought that her husband was listening.

"You want my black dick in you, don't you? In your big old pussy? Tell me."

"I...I want your big black dick in me, Jimmy."

"Say it like you mean it. Say it loud. And don't use my words."

"I want you to fuck me Jimmy. Put your big black dick in my pussy and fuck me," she yelled, hoping it could be enough. "Fuck me hard."

"You want it?"

"I want it!" Debbie shrilled as she lay across his lap, beginning to grind her mound against his thigh. Grind away to orgasm. She wasn't that far away.

"Okay then. I'll paddle yo' big ass behind because you want it so bad. And then I'll dump you off me. You just get on all fours, cuz Jimmy's going to fuck your big old pussy from behind. Understand?" He moved her tail of cat lashes up onto her back, away from his intended target.

"Okay, Jimmy," the terrified white woman promised. The next sound was the wooden paddle cutting the air and landing flush on Debbie's unblemished white ass. Her ass absorbed the impact, and received the sting. Debbie yelped anew. The ride had begun. Jimmy brought the paddle down on her thighs, just under her ass and splashed more good pain onto her. He rained blows on her ass focusing on one cheek or both of them together, striking only the softest, fleshiest parts of her bottom. Debbie yelled at each strike of the paddle on her, her ass warming and then burning. She was so vulnerable.

Paul captured it all--the way the paddle slapped his wife's ass with each stroke. The way her cheeks shook with each impact and the cries she emitted each time the paddle came home to land on her reddening ass. Suddenly Jimmy set the paddle down. Without missing a beat, his large hand flashed and he buried his hand down on Deb's ass, the sound a sharp crack, totally different from the paddle. He began slapping her ass and thighs with his hand. Deb's cries changed pitch. His hand owned her big ass, she thought and she crashed into orgasm, rubbing up against his thigh, her pussy spasming tightly. It was so good, to cum this way. So dirty. Jimmy tattooed her ass cheeks for a little while more and then he leaned forward, dumping the wife off his lap and onto the floor. Debbie was still coming in little aftershocks when she hit the floor. She remembered what Jimmy wanted, so she hastily got up on all fours, with her flaming ass and yawning vagina facing Jimmy. He knelt behind her. Paul watched the black cook stroke his enormous piece of black equipment and then line himself up with Paul's wife. His cock fought for entrance at her pussy before it all of the sudden slipped into her. And then Debbie had her first out-of-marriage experience.

Debbie felt the head of Jimmy's cock at her pussy. He slid it up and down her folds until it was wet and then he pushed it into her. It was so warm and thick inside her. He rose on his feet and reached down to push her in the small of the back. Deb went down onto her elbows, presenting her upraised behind to Jimmy. Jimmy crouched behind her; pushing himself further into the white woman, pushing and pulling himself inside her until her pussy walls had accepted him. He grunted in satisfaction, and Debbie felt him trying to feed the last of his length into her. It was amazing--this was on a human being? She'd had other big things in her, but nothing so real and warm and kind of nice. Her pussy felt so full and yielding, holding steady as the black man stroked himself in her, trying to bury himself to the balls in her, the head of this black monster striking her cervix, which always set bells ringing in her head. Debbie couldn't say she was having another orgasm, but on the heels of the last one, it seemed as though she was continuing the end of the last one she'd had. Her ass still burned and Jimmy's groin was brushing against her butt sending the handle of the cat of nine tails just a little farther into her guts as he poked her. Just like having two, she thought raggedly.

"Yeah, yeah. This is the stuff. Right now. You like this? Your big pussy be liking this?" Jimmy grunted, while he fucked away at her.

"Yes, Jimmy", she said meekly, grunting her own grunts when Jimmy extended himself a little too far into her channel.

"You like my chunk in your white pussy? Fills you right up, don't it?"

"Yes it does, Jimmy. It's very filling," she said, instantly hating her lame words.

"Shit," the black man laughed, "you wet for me, ain't you? Your big pussy is wet for me? You want it short like this?" Jimmy pistoned his cock into Debbie, "or long like this?", his cock pulling out and leaving her pussy gaping open and then slamming back in, with a lusty wet squelch.

"UH! Go slow on me, Jimmy", she panted, starting to think that with such a long thick cock that Jimmy could actually hurt her insides with his wild fast strokes.

"Gotta give it to you good. Gotta get my nut."

Paul watched as the black man redoubled his efforts in Paul's wife, opting for pulling himself out of Deb and thrusting back in with high energy. The sound his groin made slapping against Deb's backside was a sound Paul would remember the rest of his life. Her grunts as she accommodated the huge penis of the dirty cook in her pussy--the first time in her marriage she had ever had another man banging her. He zoomed, capturing Jimmy's cock, slimy with Deb's lubricants, pounding in and out of her. The way her pussy was left open for an instant before the black bone filled her again. The way Jimmy was slapping his groin against her backside as he filled her up with his black cock. Jimmy's balls had tightened up.

"Where you want it? You want me to bust inside?" Jimmy was looking to Paul.

"Yeah, shoot it inside her," Paul blurted excitedly, "then pull out and I'll get some footage of your stuff leaking out of her. Then go up to her face--Deb you clean him off and he'll feed you. Okay?"

"Okay," Deb managed, concentrating on the feeling of this huge organ pummeling her insides. It was kind of uncomfortable and she was glad she was pretty wet in there. At the same time, her ass still stung, and she had tiny residual feelings from her climax that made for very interesting sensations. Plus this was the first time she had ever had another man--she had come into marriage as a virgin, and the thought was very erotic to her. He's going to cum in me, she thought, Paul wants him to come in me... She knew Paul would have checked the guy for communicable diseases. Paul was nothing if not a details kind of guy. And she did want to put on the best kind of show for her husband. So she lay there on her forearms and prepared herself for the culmination of this particular scene.

"Then hold on, cuz here it comes, you white bitch. Jimmy's painting your walls white," he barked. He grunted several times. "Take it. Take it bitch. Ah, Jesus, oh, oh, uhh!" He was shooting his semen into Deb's cunt. She didn't feel his spurts--she had never felt Paul's either, but she knew when she got even slipperier back there that he had come. The black man knelt gasping atop her, resting some of his weight on her backside.

"All right, pull out and go up near Deb," Paul commanded. His voice was high with intensity and excitement. Jimmy pulled his wet, black dong out of the little white woman. On all fours, Deb felt the fresh air enter her yawning vagina. I must be wide open, she thought guiltily. Jimmy slid over and sat down beside her head, waiting and watching. Paul captured his wife's wide-open pussy, blasted with the ejaculate of a black man. The top and side walls of Debbie's pussy slowly closed, but a blob of spunk lazily made its way out of her, part of it dripping down onto her thigh and the other part fell to the carpet. Other globs soon followed, painting thin runners on the insides of her thighs while the small puddle on the carpet got larger. Debbie knew exactly what was going on--she could feel the drips trickling down her thighs and could hear the remains of Jimmy's blast dropping out of her and ending up on the carpet. My goodness, she thought.

Paul stood back up and approached to squat down at their side. "Okay Deb, clean him off." Debbie eased herself down onto her side and resigned herself. Jimmy knelt down in front of her, presenting his black member to her. It was slimy with their sex juices. It was strongly repellent to her and at the same time she felt compelled by it. She reached out and hefted it with her left hand. Jimmy knee-walked closer to her so she opened her mouth and took him in. She washed his cock with her mouth, immediately tasting the familiar taste of her own pussy mixed with the dregs of semen that had been trapped under the crown of Jimmy's prick. She leaned forward and took him in further, relaxing her soft palate and throat muscles until she had six inches of Jimmy inside her mouth. She summoned up some saliva--she always tended to salivate when she had Paul in mouth, and she moved her tongue around to complete her task. When she backed off, Jimmy's thick black snake was clean and shiny. She knew Paul approved.

"Okay Jimmy, take out her tail and then see what you can scoop out of her with your fingers," Paul said shakily. Jimmy pushed Deb's thigh and she responded automatically by lying on her back and spreading her legs. Jimmy's fingers hand reached below her tired pussy and he tugged softly on the cat still lodged up her butt. Please don't let there be shit on it, Deb pleaded silently. Jimmy slowly extracted the rounded six inch handle from her rectum and held it up for filming. It was clean. Thank God, thought Debbie. It would be embarrassing for it to be covered in something. Jimmy held it and then brought it to Deb's face.

"Clean this, too, Mama," he stated flatly.

Deb stared goggle-eyed at the crop handle that had been up her butt. She had done this type of thing before but it wasn't one of her favorites that was for sure. To put that in her mouth in front of this stranger? What would he think? She hesitated. Jimmy stared down at her, bemused.

"You heard our guest, Deb. Better do what he says," Paul prodded, not knowing if Deb would do it or not, but hoping that she would. Both men waited on her. Debbie was mortified. Her husband was backing the black man's order. She felt so small and insignificant. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she felt her humiliation fetish kicking in. Her face felt hot and her legs felt heavy and weak. Their eyes were burning into her--she looked to their faces for compassion and found only burning interest in her predicament. She sighed, and grabbed the cat of nine tails. She put the whole handle in her mouth and sucked gently on it. She tried not to think about the taste, or where it had been. After a few seconds, she removed it and handed it to Jimmy.

"Good--that's my girl," Paul encouraged her. "Good job, honey. Okay, Jimmy."

Jimmy put his fingers into Debbie's wet snatch, swirling them around. It felt okay to Debbie. Paul produced a small vibrator out of the pocket of his robe and switched it on. He placed it in Debbie's right hand. She knew what it all meant. Jimmy fished around inside her and came out with two fingers wet with his yellowish semen. He examined his fingers incredulously--he had probably never done anything like this before. Debbie moved her hand down to her snatch and started vibrating her clitoris, moving the vibe in small circles over the hood. Jimmy brought his fingers to her mouth. She grabbed his hand and opened her mouth and sucked his fingers in. It was good and she orgasmed quickly, licking and sucking at his black fingers, fucking them gently with her mouth. Jimmy was amazed. Paul waited until after his wife's body loosened up and she had removed the vibe from her mound. He stood up, his cock still raging inside his robe. It had been a hell of a scene all the way around. "Let's cut for now and take a short rest." Jimmy bounded to his feet and headed over to examine Paul's video equipment. Paul helped his wife to her feet. He hugged her and she put her head against his shoulder. "You're doing a great job, honey. This is going to be the wildest video I've ever shot," he murmured, kissing her hair.

"That's good, honey. I'm glad--and I liked it, too," Deb added for his benefit. "He is clean, though right?"

"I had him tested. He's clean," Paul said gently.

"What else do you have planned?"

"You know I won't tell you--it might ruin your enjoyment. The surprise of it all," Paul teased.

"It's going to get worse for me?"

"It will get pretty embarrassing, honey."

Deb hugged him tighter and then let go. She surveyed her front side--her breasts bore red marks from their abuse and her stomach was sore. She still felt Jimmy's semen clinging to her thighs. She went and fetched her short robe, wiping between her legs discreetly with a corner of the terry-cloth before putting it on. Jimmy stood at the equipment table with Paul. They were discussing his multiple cameras. Deb went out to get a refill on her wine glass. Despite her recent exertions, she still felt slightly intoxicated. She also grabbed a couple of beers for the guys. Her men, she gushed, excited by the thought that they were two men in there demanding her sexual services. When she came back into the den, she found both men watching her. Uh-oh.

Paul started. "I was just showing Jimmy some of the footage--it's great. But Jimmy has a problem, hon." He waited, smiling and picking up his handheld digital camcorder.

"Yes?” Deb ventured nervously, setting the beers down on the end table.

"Yes," Paul continued. "He has to go to the bathroom, but he's uncomfortable going in an unfamiliar place. And I have to go, too." He filmed his wife.

Deb flushed. This couldn't be good. "I could help him, I guess--I have to go too..." This had to be about her fourth glass of wine.

"Yeah, that would be great. And we were thinking it might be fun to watch you go. In your other robe--the rayon one--kind of sitting pretty in the bathtub. And then we'll let go on you too." Paul filmed his wife's reaction. Her face was shaded pink, and she nervously eyed them. "Let's go," he prodded. Jimmy and Paul headed into the adjoining bathroom, and Debbie followed, her body warm with shame. Inside the bathroom, the men waited at the bathtub. Deb pulled off her terrycloth robe and put on the white satiny rayon robe that lay next to the bathtub. Paul didn't like to have her use the terrycloth one--it was too absorbent. He liked her to wear this one, which looked better on film. She put the robe on and stepped into the bathtub. "Lie on your back and put your feet under you, so it will kind of run up your stomach when you put your hand in it," Paul urged. Debbie lay down gingerly on the floor of the bathtub and pulled the hem of the short robe up high up over her stomach and breasts, bunching it under her arms. She put her feet out flat and raised her bottom off the tub floor. Talking about urination had put a charge into her bladder, and she was getting ready to go. Paul and Jimmy edged closer and knelt down next to the tub. Her husband was filming and he was ready.

Deb closed her eyes and tried to relax her bladder. She was nervous as a cat, but she and Paul had done things like this before. They weren't pee-freaks or anything, but a couple of times Paul had peed on her or tried to pee in her mouth--that hadn't gone over so well--and once, he had filled her bottom with pee after he had come in her. She'd had to rush willy-nilly to the bathroom after he pulled out and he had captured that on tape--her trying to keep her butthole closed as tight as she could until she got to the toilet. She had almost made it before her ass-waters broke... She had made him clean up the floor. Now she tried to just relax and go. The seconds ticked slowly away, broken only by their breathing. Debbie felt the beginning and stiffened. Her pussy started to dribble slowly at first and then her warm, clear piss jetted out, striking the tub with a watery sound. Deb reached out blindly and placed her right hand in the path of her waters. Her pee struck her hand and deflected back onto her groin and stomach, streaming back onto her. The whiff of light urine filled the bathtub along with the drain burping as her initial stream gurgled into the drain. Her piss ran crazily up her stomach and boobs, before soaking into her robe. As soon as it was started, it was done, leaving Deb to wipe her hand on a dry place on her robe. She opened her eyes--the men were enraptured by her wet body. Their eyes were large with excitement. She pulled her wet robe down her body to hide herself from their eyes. She almost immediately felt slightly chilled as her urine cooled--it was always so warm and comforting as it came out of her.

"Okay, hon, kneel up in front of us. I'll go first, Jimmy. Do like I do. And hold the camera," Paul ordered, handing the camera over to the stranger. Jimmy didn't miss a beat, using the four inch LCD screen to frame the action. As Debbie got up off the tub floor and knelt waiting with her breasts exposed for the next part, Paul was pulling off his short robe and handling himself. His cock was pretty firm for him to be pissing, but you never knew.

Paul threw his head back, closed his eyes and tried to think of calming thoughts. His penis was blocked and he had to take the block off. He thought of the hours of careful editing and splicing that he would do. That didn't work, so he concentrated on the full feeling in his bladder. Imperceptibly, his penis softened and he felt it coming on. He groaned as he started to piss on his wife. He opened his eyes and aimed right down on her chest, his pee striking her bare skin. He washed her breasts, his urine hot and slightly yellow as it hit her, and then he moved his pressure stream up her collarbones and onto her neck. Deb knew where he was going and she closed her eyes. He had learned to be careful--piss in the eyes stung badly. So he played his stream carefully up her neck to her chin and then to her beautiful mouth. Deb parted her lips, but held her teeth closed. Paul played his stream across her mouth several times, washing her teeth. He wouldn't make her open her mouth--the very act of peeing on her was good enough for this film. No sense in making her throw up and ruining the scene. His stream flagged and started to peter out, so he leaned in closer to his beautiful target. Deb sensed the end of the act, so she dutifully leaned forward. The piss was just soaking right into her robe--she was quite a wet mess now. Paul's last squirts hit her on the neck and he was done. He leaned in as close to her as he could and presented himself to her. His wife leaned out and closed her mouth on the head of his cock, sucking gently and cleaning him. She felt him try to squirt a couple more times, but nothing came out. His piss tasted weak, but it was still bitter. A few drops were okay, she thought. She just couldn't handle mouthfuls without throwing up. A purely psychological response. Her husband pulled his turgid cock from her mouth and stepped back. "I got the whole thing," Jimmy announced. Paul took the camera and stepped away.

"Your turn, Jimmy,” Jimmy stepped in closer to the tub and handled himself. He was semi-flaccid and as he wrapped his hand around his big soft meat there was still four black inches facing Deb. She closed her eyes and waited, her pussy starting to tingle. This is so weird, she thought.

Paul filmed as the black man leaned back slightly, as men do at a urinal. Without an announcement, his piss started to fly out, striking Debbie's chest and bouncing off her soft flesh to soak into her robe. His high-flow yellow urine, stronger than either of theirs had been, surprised the married couple with its strength and intensity. Debbie felt a large flash of excitement and on impulse, hurriedly cupped her breasts and held them up to the spray. Jimmy's hot urine filled the hollow between her breasts and soaked away. Then his spray shot up her chest across her neck and chin and sprayed wildly against her lips.

Paul actually heard Debbie moan over the sound of the drenching she was receiving and as Jimmy's spray diminished, she actually opened her mouth to the yellow rain, letting it hit her gums and teeth and pushing it out quickly with her tongue. Jimmy followed his previous example and stepped in even closer. Debbie opened her eyes and enveloped the pissing black snake into her mouth. She tasted the acrid bitterness of Jimmy's beers as he finished in her mouth, emptying himself by contracting his pissing muscles, and releasing the last cleansing squirts in her mouth. And Paul watched and saw that his wife didn't spit the urine out around the black cock in her mouth, but rather, swallowed for him. His cock looked so interesting in her mouth, Paul thought. So much for her to handle orally. His wife broke the connection, with a wet popping sound. Jimmy's cock was free and it stood higher than it was when he started. "Unfuckingbelievable,” Jimmy commented as he stepped away. Deb flushed with embarrassment and her mouth not April-fresh from Jimmy's piss.

"Okay, back into the den. Jimmy, you pull the table into the center of the room under the cameras." Jimmy shambled out. Paul, still taping, lent a hand to help his piss-soaked wife to her feet. Her thin robe was drenched in spots. Paul handed her a towel and she wiped her face as best she could. And then she actually stuck out her tongue and wiped it with the towel. "You can take your robe off honey. Just put it in the tub--we'll get it later."

Debbie let the wet robe fall to the tub floor. She patted herself dry as best she could. She could smell a slight odor clinging to her person.

"C'mon, honey. Let's go." Paul led the way out of the bathroom and Deb followed passively. Back in the den, she found her wine glass and drank deeply to cleanse her mouth. She felt a little chilled and very exposed, standing naked after what had just happened. But there was no time to reflect further.

Jimmy had pulled the small but sturdy wooden table into the center of the room. It was a table Paul and his friends used to play poker. But it also had its sexual uses for Paul and his wife. The tabletop was high enough for Paul to stand comfortably at, while the tabletop was just big enough for Deb to lie upon. The perfect multi-purpose table.

Paul set his camera into a tripod and raised the camera to ceiling height, which matched his other cameras. He motioned to his waiting wife.

"On the table, hon. Jimmy, you step to her head--she's going to suck you this time." Deb made her way to the table, avoiding their eyes. She sat her butt onto the cold tabletop and eased herself upon it. She lay back gingerly on the cold surface until she lay on her back with her legs openly splayed for her husband while looking up at Jimmy's black groin. Paul stepped to the table between his wife's legs. Her pussy seemed somehow used-looking to him. It was an exciting thought.

"Okay, Jimmy, step closer and let her do her stuff."

Jimmy stepped in and his huge penis dangled over her face. Deb used her legs and pushed her head over the edge. She gripped Jimmy's big, soft meat with her hands. It was so warm and fascinating. She opened her mouth and took him in, starting in one of her wet blowjobs. He was thick and soft, with a large vein that ran the whole length along the top of his prick. The girth of his penis filled her mouth. She sucked gently on him and laved him with her tongue. Her mouth-sounds filled the quiet room. Jimmy, like most men, was unconsciously insistent on giving her all she needed, pressing forward imperceptibly to feed her more of himself. Debbie compensated as best she could, but soon enough Jimmy had buried seven of his inches into her mouth. Her neck was trapped by the edge of the table and she couldn't retreat. She concentrated on relaxing her throat muscles and trying not to gag. She could deep-throat her husband for short periods of time, but that wasn't the same thing as fellating this much larger and thicker penis. She finally was able to pop Jimmy's rod out of her mouth and apply her tongue to the underside of his cock, which bought her time. Jimmy seemed to appreciate everything she was doing for him. He moaned quietly to himself.

Paul watched transfixed as his wife sucked her first cock outside of marriage. A black one at that. The contrast of his big, threateningly large black dong and her pretty little suburban mother face was excruciatingly poignant for him and his own cock rode stiffly out in front of him. He knew she was having trouble keeping such a monster in her mouth and he appreciated her efforts. He watched as she used the tricks he had taught her, licking and kissing the sides of the cock, and even biting gently on Jimmy to heighten his pleasure. Paul slid quietly away to the desk and pulled some lubricant out of the drawer. Standing back between Deb's legs, he squirted some lube onto his fingers.

Debbie heard the squirt of the bottle of lubricant they usually used. Then she felt Paul's wet fingers slid enticingly up and down the outer lips of her vagina. It felt good--and even better when Paul rubbed his index finger gently in circular motions on her clit. She concentrated on the feelings, pushing up slightly to meet his finger. All the while she worked on the foreign penis above her face. Paul's fingers retreated from her and she heard him pump more lube out of the bottle. His fingers returned, this time three of them, and they were probing gently inside her, working their way inside her body where Jimmy had been earlier. She felt loose in there--kind of used or relaxed. She was excited and wet, but very relaxed now with her husband's attentions to her. She could see Jimmy watching her husband. She took his black member back into her mouth and worked at almost lovingly, like she would do for Paul.

Paul probed his wife with three fingers. He fancied that she felt different up there than usual. Maybe more puffy or swollen than usual, he considered. He pulled his fingers out and put more lube on them. When they returned to his wife there were four of them.

Debbie felt the fourth finger and suddenly realized where Paul was heading with this scene. She just wanted to bury her face under Jimmy's balls and hide until this was over. Paul's slimy fingers slid into her and he rooted around, rotating and turning them to make room. He started using his other hand to rub her clit gently and Debbie involuntarily responded by raising herself--it just felt so good. She wondered what Jimmy was thinking.

Paul backed off and re-lubed, coating his whole right hand this time, rubbing the tops and sides. Jimmy's eyes were on him. "You putting that in?" he asked.

"Yeah, Paul answered. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah. I can shoot about any time now. I just need a little more stroke time before I bust."

"Okay, when you cum, put some in her mouth and the rest on her face."

"All right," the black man agreed. Debbie was mortified listening to their discussion right over her body. She felt Jimmy trying to push more of himself into her mouth. She relaxed as best she could and let it happen. Jimmy's prick slid inched its way incrementally into her mouth until when she thought she would start to gag, his balls brushed against her forehead. He rested there a few moments and then slid out and she was able to breathe. Then she felt Paul's finger oozing back into her wet pussy. He was more insistent this time, using his left hand to spread her while the other hand surged inside her. She tried her best to accommodate him down there, spreading her legs farther apart. Paul got his four fingers in and pushed farther. His hand got caught at the base of his thumb. He tucked his thumb in and pushed. Slowly, his hand moved inward, until with a pop and a gasp from his wife, his hand disappeared inside her. His hand was a prisoner inside her wet warmth, like a muscled glove. He seated himself up to the wrist inside her--there wasn't any farther he could go. "That's just fucking amazing," Jimmy said, in awe. Paul nodded.

Debbie had felt the pressure on her pelvic bones. She had been fisted before--it was on the tapes. Paul's hand always did get home, sometimes easy and sometimes not. She was filled and she still had Jimmy to worry about. She felt Paul's left hand start working her clitoris again and she knew she would cum. Blowing a strange man while her husband stood between her legs fisting her.

"Go for it, Jimmy. Give it to her good," Paul urged, giving Deb gentle punches with his fist. He rubbed on her clitoris--he prayed that deep down she would dig this scene and respond.

Jimmy started to get more dominant, reaching down to hold Deb's face still while he fucked his black pole in and out of her mouth. Deb tried not to gag--the thing was so long and fat-- and her eyes involuntarily watered when he made her deep-throat him. His cock felt like it was punching the soft palate at the back of her throat. She was caught between the efforts of the two men. Jimmy was grunting and fucking away at her mouth. Deb was salivating uncontrollably now and trying not to retch. Suddenly, he stiffened and held himself in her mouth and Deb tasted the now-familiar taste of his ejaculate in her mouth. Jimmy pulled his big black cock out of her mouth. "Hold your mouth open baby," he ordered. Deb kept her mouth open and her eyes tightly shut. Jimmy shot wads of cum onto her lips and tongue and then rubbed himself all over her cheeks and chin, groaning in his release.

Paul was blown away--it would make good video. Deb's hips were rising up to meet his hand and the stroking he gave her clit. He felt her vagina tighten even further on his hand and knew that she had gotten there. He rubbed her spot lightly and his wife gasped and groaned in the throes of her own orgasm until her motions told him that she was done and her clit was too sensitive to continue. Paul pulled gently on his trapped hand and it slowly popped out of his wife, her pussy gaping open weakly for a few seconds, showing her inside plumbing. Paul's hand was still highly lubed. He edged around to the front of the table, stroking himself. Jimmy moved aside for him. Paul took up his position at Deb's face and stroked himself into overdrive. Debbie had kept her eyes closed while Jimmy smeared himself off on her face. She was embarrassed about her husband fisting her--what woman wanted to demonstrate for a stranger how much she could take up there?, she wondered. But the act and the humiliation had given her a thrill and had helped immensely with her own orgasm. Now, after Paul had pulled his hand out of her and left her wide open down there, she sensed him coming around to the head of the table.

"One more for you, honey," Paul gasped, fisting himself furiously over her face. Deb waited patiently, keeping her mouth open as she had last been told to do. It didn't take long. Paul grunted, and sprayed himself onto her, his semen painting her teeth and lips, the overhead cameras catching the act from four different angles. Paul came so hard that his prostate ached and he felt he had emptied himself. "Open your eyes, hon," he urged. Debbie slowly opened her eyes. She could see the slimy underside of Paul's cock as he began to slide his cock over her smeared face, collecting the loose strands of jizz and pushing them over her lips and into her mouth. It was an erotic moment for Paul, and she stayed motionless while he slid more of his and Jimmy's spend towards her open mouth. When he was finished, Debbie's face was shiny, but clean of their offerings. "Okay, hon, you can swallow." The cameras caught his wife's shiny teeth and tongue as she closed her mouth and swallowed their goo. When she opened her mouth again, it was clean. "Good job, hon," Paul whispered, leaning down to kiss a clean, dry part of her cheek. He helped her sit up on the table and then pulled her gently off, hugging her closely. Jimmy sat back down on the couch, watching them, his cock soft and pliant in his lap.

"You can go brush you teeth, hon. We'll rest for a few minutes--Jimmy's got to be tired--and then we'll finish up for the night. It's going great." His voice carried love and appreciation and Debbie reveled in it, proud of her ability to excite and satisfy these men. She went out to fetch a clean robe from her room and to brush her teeth.

While Deb was away, Paul got some more beers and some wine for Deb. He pulled his hand camera down off the tripod. He rearranged the others to focus on the floor in front of the couch. He always kept his cameras going--you never knew what interesting things could come up during a break in the action. Jimmy excused himself and went off to the bathroom. Paul handed him a beer when he got back.

"You got one more in you, big guy?” Paul asked.

"Shit, I won't lie. Three times is about all I need. But this shit is so fucking different that I guess I can go one more time. What you want to do next?"

"I don't want to say until Deb gets back. It'll go better that way," Paul promised.

"I bet it will," Jimmy laughed, draining his beer.

"You just watch her face. I told you she likes the embarrassment--she feeds on it. So this last one should go pretty good for her."

"You want me to do anything special this time?"

Paul considered what would make the best video. "Just play along with whatever I say. And make it just like when you fucked her--make her talk and say things. That got her good."

"Okay,"

The two men rested quietly, waiting for Deb. They heard her brushing her teeth and finally, after quite a while, she reappeared in a fresh short white robe. She rejoined them timidly, accepting the wine glass from Paul and sipping pensively, sitting at the other end of the couch from naked Jimmy. Paul moved the short table back to the wall and returned, watching his wife to see if she was ready.

Debbie was aware of the silence and the gazes of her husband and the black stranger. She felt warm and flushed with their attentions. What would they make her do this time? she wondered.

"This has gone really great honey. It's really been something. We just want to do one more thing and then we'll all call it a night, okay?"

Debbie nodded.

"There's just one place in you that Jimmy hasn't been. Look at me, Deb," Paul commanded. Debbie looked up, blushing. "Where hasn't Jimmy been?"

"In my bottom," Debbie answered, looking back down at her lap.

"Look at us," Paul softly ordered his wife." Deb brought her eyes back up. She felt the familiar warm flush from having to look at her husband and the stranger.

"Are you ready--do you want to show Jimmy a good time?"

"Y...Yes," Debbie managed, thinking how long and fat Jimmy was. It might hurt a bit and he would take forever back there because he had come so much already. She would definitely be sore in the morning. Still...

"Show our guest what you're going to give up to him. Get up and give him a close-up, honey," Paul prodded. He grabbed his camcorder and aimed.

Debbie got up, horribly conscious of herself, and slowly and undid her robe, letting it slide to the floor. Her breasts and belly were still reddened from Jimmy's attentions to them and she had seen in the bathroom mirror the faint splotches on her bottom and the beginnings of a few small bruises where Jimmy had paddled and then spanked her. She stood in front of the seated black cook and then turned around to present her butt to him.

"Bend over," Jimmy ordered casually. Deb bent over. "Spread your cheeks."

She did as he asked, cupping her buttocks gently and spreading them, exposing her brown anus to his view. "Back up."

Debbie edged backwards until her calves brushed up against the front of the couch. Jimmy's hands replaced hers. He separated her cheeks even farther and Deb could feel the cool air caress her rose bud.

"You want me to go up there, Mama?" Jimmy started in on her.

"Yes," Deb said mechanically.

"Then say it," Jimmy said flatly.

"I... I want you up there."

"Up where?"

"Up my butt."

"This butt?" Jimmy squeezed her cheeks.

"Yes."

"You want me to put my big ole dick in this nasty hole?"

"Yes," Debbie breathed.

"Say it."

"I... I want you to put your... dick in my nasty hole," Debbie finished. She slid a finger down to her slit and started rubbing herself gently. The feeling was strong and exciting. Paul occasionally talked dirty to her or made her talk dirty on his videos, but somehow having to respond to a stranger was far more exciting for her.

"No, no, no. You go on and say it without all that stuttering and hesitating. Say what you mean, girl--you want me to put my dick in that nasty butthole of yours?"

"I want you to put your dick in my nasty hole," Deb blurted out.

"Your nasty butthole?"

"My nasty butthole," Deb amended.

"You clean back there?"

"I... uh... I'm not sure what--I took a shower this morning...," Debbie stammered.

"And you want me to stick my chunk up your big ole ass and you don't even know if you're clean? What comes out of that hole, gal?"

"My poop," Debbie cried out. "But I went before I got into the shower this morning."

Jimmy took his index finger and probed gently an inch into Deb's colon. She gasped. Her anus was still a little sensitive from having the whip handle in there. He pushed in another inch, up to the knuckle, twisting his finger before pulling out. She heard him sniff. Oh, Lord, she thought.

"I don't know, baby. My finger smells kind of funky. You might not be clean back up in there. Come see how this tastes." Jimmy leaned forward and his finger came towards Deb's mouth. She was horribly aware that Paul had zoomed in for a close-up of her face. But she opened and took his finger into her mouth anyway. "Suck it," Jimmy ordered. She sucked gently on the digit, tasting the greasy soil of her ass on it, but thankfully nothing worse.

He pulled his finger out, "that taste okay to you?"

"Yes, that tasted just fine," Deb answered, wondering if she should call him Sir.

"Okay. We going to need some lotion. You get it and then kneel down and get me ready." Deb stood back up and retrieved the lotion from the table. She knelt down between Jimmy's legs as he sat on the couch. Pumping a generous amount of lubricant into her palm, she daintily picked up Jimmy's flaccid black prick and began to anoint him. She marveled again at how long and fat his penis was. She couldn't imagine that thing in her bottom. Even as warm and soft as it was now. She switched to two hands as it slowly responded to her ministrations.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. Go on and get it up for Jimmy," he encouraged her. "It's my black honker baby, and it's going up your butt. You should worship on it. Give it a little kiss and thank it."

Debbie flushed, keeping her head down. She leaned in and kissed the shiny head of his prick and leaned quickly back. "Thank-you," she whispered, knowing that her husband was capturing it all.

"Nope," Jimmy stated. "That ain't gonna git it. I ain't gonna tell you the things to say. You come on and think of some things and say them nice and dirty for us. Hurry now, you know we waiting on you."

Debbie winced inside, realizing that this situation was arousing her greatly and that Paul was eating it all up. She leaned back in and talked to the black cock. "Come on, big guy. I want you to get up and do me." "In the butt," she added. She kissed his cock-head several times. "Right up my butt--give it to me good. Right up my dirty butt. Up my big, stinky ass." She felt kind of excited and liberated to be responding that way. "C'mon, fuck me--push it in real hard and stretch me out, Jimmy. Shoot your sperm up my ass and you can watch it leak out of me. I'll give you a good time back there. I really will."

Paul was rigid with excitement, moving around and zooming in and out on his wife--so engrossed and hoping that he wouldn't trip over something as he shot video. Good stuff.

Jimmy pushed Debbie's head away and clambered to his feet. His meat wasn't rock hard this time, but it looked like it would get the job done. "All right, baby. Get down on the floor on your back and hold your legs up."

Debbie slid down onto the carpet and lay on her back pulling her legs back, showing her pussy and asshole to the men. She watched Paul move about the room, moving his cameras to catch the scene from different angles. Jimmy stroked himself idly. When Paul came back to film with his handheld, Jimmy dropped to his knees between Deb's legs. His cock seemed like such a large thing to be going in down there, Deb thought worriedly.

Jimmy didn't waste time on formalities. He grabbed her legs and pushed them up and back onto her chest; raising her bottom off the carpet. He lined his cock-head up with Deb's butthole and she felt the familiar pressure. She was somewhat of an accomplished analist--able to fulfill Paul's wishes with her butt, and she enjoyed both the nastiness of the act, as well as the slight discomfort initially involved before it usually gave way to the rough pleasure. But this was different, and she knew it the second her anus gave way and his cock-head surged into her. It ached--she was held tightly open around him, and the feeling was different than it had been the other times.

Paul framed a shot that captured the moment of insertion and the strained look on his wife's face as she was invaded. Her eyes were wide and her mouth opened in a soundless surprise. Jimmy merely grunted in his success and tried to burrow more of his shaft into the little wife's rectum. His greased cock slowly advanced, and it was Deb's turn to groan.

He was going to be huge up there. Deb tried to relax and just accept it. She tried Lamaze breathing--anything to take the edge off the discomfort of having Jimmy pushing into her. Nothing was working--her butthole hadn't ever had anything like this going into it and she was in shock. How much more could there be?

Paul knelt beside the two, entranced by the look on his wife's face. He filmed as her hands came down and clawed the carpet, grabbing and holding tight. She made high keening sounds like Paul had never heard as she struggled to accommodate Jimmy's pole. Jimmy continued to force himself into her until he was firmly seated with only three inches of his greasy cock remaining outside. He paused, proudly. "I still got more to go, but this might be easier for her if she was over on her stomach. Then I could really get going."

Paul considered the suggestion. It wasn't what he had been aiming for but it might lead somewhere. "Okay, Deb, turn over for our guest," he ordered. Jimmy backed up, pulling his cock out of Deb's ass. Debbie dutifully turned over and lay down on her stomach. Paul knelt behind her filming her bottom. "Pull your cheeks apart." She reached back and spread her cheeks, still mottled from her ass-whipping, for the camera. Paul filmed her wonderful ass. Her anus, usually a dusky wrinkled brown, seemed slightly open and swollen and red. It gleamed greasily at the lens. Paul stood quickly and snapped a small tripod onto his portable camcorder. He placed it up at Deb's head where it would catch her expressions. He pulled one of his stationary camcorders off for hand-use and adjusted another other for the best possible framing of this act and then knelt down beside the pair. "Do it, Jimmy," he ordered.

Jimmy edged forward and leaned over Paul's wife, balancing himself on one arm while used his other hand to maneuver his black cock between Deb's cheeks. Paul filmed Debby's reaction as Jimmy entered her anus. She gasped and gripped the carpet tightly; her face pale with shock. Paul's other cameras caught the action as Jimmy propped himself up on both arms and inched ever forward over Debbie, filling her ass with his member, his buttocks rocking slowly back and forth to force more of himself into her. Her greasy ass was warm and inviting and he wasn't wasting time letting her get used to his size.

Deb struggled with herself to remain motionless and to provide a stationary target for Jimmy. He was stretching her assmouth with his circumference as his cock pushed past the old familiar depths of her intestine. She was very aware of her husband, kneeling by her head and intently filming this depravity. She whined involuntarily as Jimmy bottomed out in her backside, pressing his groin firmly against her asscheeks. He was huge up there--she felt an overpowering need to shit every time he pulled back. She also felt bloated and her stomach felt a bit queasy. Amid the meaty sliding sounds of Jimmy laboring over her, she detected the slight smell of her bowel mingled with the scent of the lubricant she had smeared on Jimmy's huge dick. Jimmy pumped her hard and long, working himself into a sweat, which fell on her back. While her husband filmed it all. She gritted her teeth and settled in to wait for the eventual end. She wouldn't be coming to orgasm this time, but maybe there would be some time after this scene was done...

It was everything Paul could have hoped for. He filmed his wife gripping the carpet with both hands; the little muscles in her arms tensed; hanging on for dear life. A little groan at every stroke. The kind of sounds she made whenever he pumped her there. It had always made him feel huge. Her back arched slightly as she lifted her rump to provide a soft pillowy target for Jimmy to plunge into. The black man was sweating and Paul captured his effort and the sweat that fell off his forehead onto Paul's wife. He was pile-driving into her, pinning her to the floor with his cock. Their sounds were exquisite--the sound of a man working to get himself off and the sound of a woman working to provide him pleasure at her expense. Jimmy worked hard, slapping his groin against Deb's rump on every stroke, burying himself in her as he labored inside her. He had come three times tonight, so this was more of an effort for him. He poked her poor ass steadily for five minutes while Paul filmed his shiny black dong mercilessly sliding in and out of his wife. Time was standing still for her.

Debbie was at the end of her rope. She knew Jimmy had come enough times already and that he would be spending a lot of time fucking her ass. She had lain there accommodatingly while he plundered her bottom. Just at the point where she thought she couldn't stand one more moment of this assfucking; just at the point where she was going to pull herself forward on the carpet and pull away from this anal experiment, Jimmy stiffened and held himself tightly up her ass.

"Here it is, baby," he grunted, "take it--take all my jizz up your stinky white ass. Here it is--here it comes", he gasped as he began to root anew in her as he deposited his seed up her sore bottom. Debbie gasped in relief, knowing the worst was over. Jimmy let himself down on her collapsing into a sweaty heap on her back, still impaling her against the carpet while he rested. Finally, he rolled off her, his long thick cock slipping horribly out of her. Debbie felt the cool air on her back. She fought off the horrible urge to shit right there on the floor. She knew her butthole was gaping open and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Wipe yourself off on her", Paul commanded tensely. Jimmy grabbed his dick and wiped his glans against Deb's behind. He left her cheeks shiny with lubricant, tinged brown with the debris from Debbie's ass. He rolled back lazily next to her. "Hold yourself open for the camera, honey," Paul instructed his wife.

Debbie lay on her stomach, her insides still fluttering. She reached back and bared her stricken ass to the cameras. She felt red and swollen back there--like one of those mature chimpanzees she had seen at the zoo, with their huge bulbous asses. Her husband filmed her gaping asshole, angrily red and swollen from the pummeling it had received. After a few seconds, a thin line of cum started to seep out of her ass. And then unexpectedly Deb's ass gave a small airy, ripping sound and she farted out a glob of yellowish semen which oozed down to her pussy. It made for great cinema. Debbie blushed warmly, knowing she would also feel embarrassed when Paul showed her the finished movie. Paul filmed the rest of her dripping anal cream-pie before allowing her to rest. As always, he left his cameras on.

Jimmy got sluggishly up to his feet. "We done here? I'm about fucked out."

"It's good, Jimmy. You did a great job. You can get dressed now and head out," Paul answered. The black man nodded and grabbed his clothes from behind the couch and ambled off, quite ironically to the bathroom to dress himself. Paul and Deb waited, quietly listening and they heard the sound of his piss as he relieved himself. They waited without saying a word, until Jimmy returned, fully dressed and ready to leave.

"Jimmy, I'd like to thank you again. When I get the video edited the way I want it, I'll have you over and we'll go over it again. How's that? Maybe a couple of weeks--we'll have a few beers and relive some fond memories," Paul said grinning. The black cook smiled back.

"I'd like that--just give me a call," he stated, "and ma'am," he addressed Debbie still laying naked on the carpet looking up at him, "all those things I said--they were just to help you along and all--you were really hot and I had a good time. I mean, you are beautiful and fun--shit, this was like the best night of my life doing these things with you and I want to say thanks and all. And I won't tell anyone, either", he finished weakly.

Debbie flushed as the black man appraised her naked body, looking kind of proudly at some of the marks and stains he had left upon her. "Thank-You, Jimmy. I had a good time, too," was all she could think of to say to the guy. She didn't want to get into details of the things they had done--she just wanted him to know he hadn't done anything wrong. She felt an absurd need as hostess to see their guest to the door.

With that, Paul let the black man out of their house. Debbie relaxed on the floor, feeling the wet semen still clinging to her thighs. She knew Paul would be coming back and that it would be her time. Paul would interrogate on film her and she would bare her innermost thoughts about the night's activities. She would get warm inside and Paul would film her masturbating as she poured out her thoughts to him. Maybe she would make some suggestions for the next time...

The End of Black In White Video by Shakespeare_I._Aint,

Copyright 2002, All Rights Reserved, Shakespeare_I._Aint@excite.com

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