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Subject: {ASSM} My first time with a blackman Part 1
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Karen and Mark had been married..oh...8 yrs I guess, when it all changed. 
We had been friends out of High School, and all through college.  What 
they told me was beyond my wildest dreams.  They seemed like such a 
perfect couple.  Church every sunday (now I understand the l o n g  
praying they did), active in everything...and seemed they were enjoying 
life. 

After the two realized they didn't want children right away, and focused on their
careers, they felt they needed more out of life.   That's when Mark and 
Karen started to watch porno's, and that's what changed their paths.  
After experimenting with different positions, toys, whips, chains, they 
said they started to express their different fantasys.  After trying a 
few "soft" swings, Karen finally admitted to Mark that she wanted to try 
an interracial affair, but not in the group fashion that she'd seen so 
many times when out swinging. 

After surfing on the net, Mark finally narrowed it down to about three
different guys, mostly on the ones that submitted photos, and a brief 
description about themselves.  Education, job, finicial status...etc.  
He figured if that's the way she wants to try someone, it might as well 
be a good one at that. 

After meeting them one at a time at a very public place, and having long
chats, Karen made the final decision. 

"I think James would do just right...ok honey?" Karen cooed. 

"Well, he does seem nice, but isn't he rather large...compared to you?"
Mark remarked. 

James was all of 6' 5", and must of looked like a linebacker for
Dallas.  Younger than both of them, somewhere around 26 or so, but in 
good shape no less.  The terms and conditions were agree upon, and the 
first meeting was set for the following weekend.   Mark was to be 
present, and only participate when allowed.  James was to pay for the 
room....only fair, that Mark was supplying the pussy. 

They arrived at the Sheraton friday night in Livonia.  After meeting
outside, James went up first...followed 5 minutes later by Mark and 
Karen. 

"Room 1051...on the top floor" Mark said. "You nervous babe?" he
continued. 

"A little...but I'll be alright" she replied. 

After arriving and lightly knocking on the door, the big guy opened the
door and invited them in. 

"My, my...look what we have here" he said shaking Mark's hand, and then
holding onto Karen's hand and waist and waltzing her towards the end of 
the bed.  "Have a seat Mark, while Karen and I get better aquainted" he 
bellowed.  James opened up a bottle of wine, and poured drinks all 
around.  After almost an hour of idle chit chat and constant drinking, 
things began. 

"Let's have a good look at what we have here...stand up and model for me
Karen" James said smiling.   Karen got up, and walked up and down the 
large room they were in.  Her knee length dress wasn't slutty or 
anything.  In fact, as about as normal as you'd see on the street.  
Short sleeves, and a neckline that came to just the top of her clevege, 
with a button up front.  In her off white dress with flower prints on 
it, you wouldn't take a second look. 

"Nice...very nice...now come over here, and sit on the edge of the bed
with me" he commanded.  He put his hand on her tit, and slowly rotated 
it, pinching her nipple through the bra and dress.  He then leaned over 
and lightly kissed her on the lips.  He drew back and said "yes, very 
soft lips, very soft...these will do just fine".   After which he 
continued to kiss her, and moved his hand to her thiegh, starting the 
slide up to Karen's moist pussy.  As James motioned for Karen to spread 
her legs more, with his hand, he had no problem cupping her pussy and 
that too, was massaged. 

"My, your getting wet already girl....and I'm just starting" he said
smiling.  As Mark watched, he was already noticing the contrast just 
between James and Karen's clothing, and Karen's lightly tanned legs. 
James was not a deep black...about medium, but the difference was 
still there. 

"Stand up, let's try something" James again commanded.  Karen stood up,
and James got behind her.  He began rubbing his hands up and down the 
outside of Karen's dress on the sides.  He'd lightly start at her waist, 
move up the sides to her breast, slowly massage them through the cloth, 
move down past her stomach, and insert both hands in her crotch...move 
around to the outside of her theighs again, and then back up to her 
waist.  Over and over he'd keep doing this for a good 10 minutes or so. 
 Karen was enjoying it..for she said it felt so erotic having black hands 
exploring all that she had.  The wine was taking affect, and James 
knew it, by the way Karen leaned her back on Charles chest.  Karen's 5'9" 
body was starting to relax, and ready for just about anything.  After 
the constant touching, James started to whisper in Karen's ear very 
softly, what he wanted her to do.  With Mark sitting about 6 feet away 
in the chair, it looked like Karen was doing it on her own, for he didn't 
hear James whisper these commands. 

"Slowly unbutton your dress, and let it slide over your shoulders to the
floor" was his first whisper.  Karen did just that.  When it fell to the 
floor, all you could see was these enourmous black hands all over this 
white body.  Rubbing the nylon laced bra...and sliding up and down her 
body from the white lace panties back to her tits. 

"Roll your bra down over your tits, and let me feel them" was his next
command, and again Karen did just that.  This time, James cupped her 
tits, lightly squeezing them, and rubbing her nipples between this 
thumb and finger.  A slight moan would come out, as she put her hands 
on his wrist, adding to the contrast.   James next moved his one hand 
down to her pussy, which by now was getting wetter and wetter.  You 
could see some of the moisture starting to show through.  Not saying a 
word, James turned her around, grabbing her hand.  He placed it on 
the crotch of his pants, saying "this is what's waiting for you...think 
you can handle it".  Karen began to massage this buldge that was much 
bigger than her husbands had ever been.  James began to unbutton his 
silk shirt, while Karen began to undo the belt, and the zipper.  James 
removed his shirt, and Karen just looked at the ripples on his chest, 
then his abs. 

"Wow...are you in shape" she remarked. 

"And that's just the beginning" he snapped back.  James dropped his
pants and stepped out of them, while Karen clutched the enormous tent 
pushing out of his boxers. 

"My God your big....your picture didn't lie...did it" she sighed. 

"Nope...and it's all for you babe....pull it out" she remarked. 

Karen pulled the boxers down, and out snapped this sausage.  Karen just kept
starring at it.  She then again grabbed it and starred.  James 
lightly pushed down on her shoulders and Karen followed suit, for she 
knew what he wanted.  She only could guess if she could do it. 

She lightly stroked his cock back and forth, still starring at it. 

"Go ahead bitch....suck it.  This is what you wanted, now go for it,
suck that black cock" he demanded.  Karen wasn't use to being talk to 
like that, and the command in his voice told her that James was in 
control.  She began to lick it up and down, then taking the head into 
her mouth...little at a time, then more and more.  You could hear the 
slurping sounds as they got louder. 

By this time, Mark was rubbing his meat through his pants, enjoying the
show. 

"Look at your husband, we haven't even started yet, and he's already
enjoying himself...aren't you MARK" he said laughing.  Karen looked over 
and saw Mark was stroking himself to the strokes Karen was making up and 
down James cock. 

Karen, pulling the big black cock out of her mouth with a 'pop' said to
her husband, "why don't you take it out and releive yourself". 

"Na na" said James, "remember, he can't participate in any way, so
keep it in Mark" Charles snapped. 

"Ok bitch, hop up on the bed and face me on all fours" James then
snappped.  Karen did, and James continued to have her suck him.  Every 
once in awhile, he'd grab her short hair in the back, and pump her, 
fucking her mouth. 

"Ok, now turn around on all fours, and slide that ass here.  I'm gonna
watch you fuck this big black cock" 

"What do you mean ME fuck you?" Karen asked. 

"You'll see...once that pussy latches around this cock...well, you'll
see" he remarked. 

Karen turned around, and placed her ass up in the air.  James grabbed
ahold of his cock, and placed it in her crotch...rubbing up and down on 
those wet pussy lips.  With the feeling of his helmut going up and 
down, and knowing that any second she was going to not only get a black 
cock in her, but a BIG one at that....was almost too much to bear.  
James inserted the tip in her, then pulled out...then put it back in. 
 Karen could feel the insertion, fuller, with out a doubt, than her 
husbands.  James continued to insert it, then pull it out, and kept 
repeating this about six times.  There abouts, Karen began to rock foward 
and back on her own, for James had now stopped and was just standing 
there, motionless, with his hands on his hips. 

"That's it bitch....aaahhhhhhh....that's it...fuck my cock....absorb how
good it feels...rubbing those inner walls....deeper girl, that's 
it....fuck it....fuck your black cock" he kept coxing her.  By now, Karen 
was pumping longer and stronger...whimpering and slightly hollaring. 

"God...uh, oh, yes...that's it....yes....oh how good...yes...fuck...yes,
ah...ah..." was all that was coming out of her.   By now, she was able 
to just about sink all of it in.  With her pushing back, you could hear 
Charles balls smack against her pussy as well.    "Fuck me...oh 
yeah...fuck me...fuck me with that cock...fuck me" Amy was pleading, as 
she turned her head back looking at him with hollow eyes. 

James now placed his hands on her ass, and began a slow paced pumping,
which intensified into a piston of some sorts. 

"You know what my nickname is?  You know what most people call me?" he
asked. 

"Ah...fuck me...who cares.......ok...what is it" Karen replied gasping. 

"Master Jay......they call me Master Jay.  And  I'm gonna be the Black Master
of this pussy this weekend" James 
said, as he continued to pump her pussy harder and harder.   "Master Jay" 
continued fucking the hell out of Karen.  Karen said because of the size, 
she swore she could feel the veins on the side of his cock, and it 
drove her crazy.  Late into the night, "Master Jay" fucked Karen sideways, 
backwards, frontwards, cumming not only in her, but on her as well.  
One time, after Karen told me she must of been on her fifth orgasum, he 
pulled out of her and came in her mouth, almost making her choke on the 
amount of cum he shot down her throat. 

Poor Mark...everytime he wanted to whip his cock out and whack one off,
"Master Jay" forbid him to do it.  Mark said he must of came in his pants 
three times over the hours watching Karen get her brains fucked out.  Mark 
was make to sleep in the chair all night, waking up to sounds of Karen 
getting fucked repeatedly. 
 
Saturday morning, Bob woke up only to find Karen laying next to James
stroking his cock.  It wasn't hard yet, for James wasn't awake.  Karen 
told me that after awhile, she got use to having that big black cock 
stuffed in her, and felt like it should have been there all along.  
With Mark watching, Karen would lick it up and down, swirl her tongue 
around the tip, then lick down the shaft to his balls. 

"Karen....don't you think you've had enough" Mark whispered over to her. 

Not breaking the stroke, Karen replied "Oh Mark...no way...this is toooo
good, I want more of this". 

"Well, what about me....look at me.  This damn things been hard all
night, and the only relief was in my pants" Mark whinned, pointing at 
his pants.  There was a small stain in the front, apparently from the 
numerous times he came watching Karen get fucked by this big black guy. 
Karen slid quietly off the bed, and knelt at his feet.  "Baby, let me 
make you feel better...oh, I'm so sorry....." as she unsnapped his 
pants, and pulled his cock out.  After getting Mark's cock in her hand, 
she realized how small it was compared to "Master Jay's, but none the less, 
began to suck him anyway. 

"Hey...come back here....remember the deal" they heard a coarse voice
bellow.  It was "Master Jay", and he just woke up. 

"James, I was just trying to give Mark some relief.  The poor baby" Karen
replied. 

"I don't care.  The deal was that I had YOU all weekend, and you agreed,
so come over here" his reply came swiftly.   Again with his cock left 
"hanging", Karen crawled back in bed. 

"Come on...let's get cleaned up and get some breakfast" he ordered.  Karen
said James and her fucked again in the shower....with him trying to 
fuck her in the ass after lathering up with soap.  It hurt too much at 
the time....so James said maybe later.  As they dried off, they both 
got dressed. 

"We're going out for breakfast....you stay here and eat" Master Jay
commanded, and they both left. 

With James size, there was no arguing really, so all Mark could do was
wait.  At about 2pm, the came back.  Mark could hear them giggling as 
they both came up the hall.  'Sounds like they had a good time' he 
thought to himself.  The door opened, and Karen was holding onto Master Jay's 
arm by now. 

"Where've you guys been.  I've been waiting here for hours" Mark snapped.


"Oh, shut up man, and sit down.  I don't wanna hear you shit" James
replied, walking over to Mark...starring him down.  Mark sat down, and 
was in no way big enough to say otherwise. 

"James and I had brunch, then he and I went shopping" Karen cooed.
"Yeah...she picked out some real nice stuff....why don't you go and put 
it on babe...and show it off for us" James said with a big smile on 
his face.   Hhhhuuummmmmmm....I wonder what could be up, Mark thought to 
himself.  Karen went into the bathroom, bags in both hands.   While in 
there, Master Jay told Mark that Karen was one of the best pussy he ever 
had, and couldn't believe he 'loaned' her out to him for the weekend.  
"Before this weekend is over, she'll be asking for more, and there's 
nothing you can do about it buddy" James sneared.  Mark sunk in the 
chair right then and there.  He knew 'Master Jay' was right.  He knew there 
was no way his cock could compare in pleasure with Master Jay.   About 
that time, Karen came out of the bathroom, looking very stunning in this 
outfit.  It was a light semi-see through black blouse, with only a 
trace of a black bra underneath.  On the bottom half, she was wearing a 
red skirt, about two inches above the knee, white sheer nylons with 
black pumps for shoes.  'What was abnormal with that' Mark thought to 
himself. 

"Come here baby....." James said, with a huge smile on his face. 

As Karen came over, and the two embraced.  Looking from the side, Karen
stood up on her tip toes to reach 'James' lips.  As they embraced, 
kissing deeply, 'James' began rubbing her ass around and around.  The 
more he did it, he slowly turned so that her ass was within two feet of 
his face as Mark sat on the chair.  Working his hands slowly, each time 
James hands went up, it would 'pinch' a bit of fabric between his 
fingers, thus raising up the skirt.  After a few times, Mark realized 
why.  As the skirt drew up, he could see the garters Karen was wearing.  
A few more times, and the full view was there.  Karen had on a red 
garter, trimmed in black lace, attached to those sheer white nylons.  
Not seeing any panties, Mark would later see that Karen had on a G-string. 
 Mark's cock instantly began to grow, and James knew it would 
too...that was his objective. 

"This ass is like a peach...perfectly round, and ready to be eaten"
Master Jay laughed. 

"Come over here babe...let's show him something" he said softly. 
"Wouldn't you say she looks ready to go to her accounting job,  Mark?" 
James asked.   Mark just shrugged his shoulders, and nodded his head.  
 Then, unzipping his pants, and Karen pulling out his cock, she bent over 
and began to give him a blowjob, while her ass was only three feet away 
from Mark's face. 

"Who'd ever think that under this nice outfit, she'd have on a get up
like a slut.....huh?" Master Jay said almost laughing.  "Oh yeah babe...you 
suck some good cock...you know that" he added.   "Now Mark, look at her 
ass...would you ever imagine she's wearing that?  huh...would you?" he 
asked.  Again Mark shook his head no.  Mark was being humiliated...but 
what could he do...nothing.  Now, 'Master Jay' had Karen turn sideways, and 
lightly pushed her to her knees...still sucking on his cock.  It was 
then that Mark noticed how erotic it was.  There was Karen on her knees, 
with this big black cock slowly sliding in and out of her mouth, and 
her left hand stroking it at the same time.....showing her wedding ring 
and diamound.  Mark started to rub himself again....looking at the sight 
in front of him. 

"Everytime she wears this outfit to work, she'll be thinking of sucking
this cock...you know that...everytime...and she'll want it too...you 
know that Mark" he said taunting Mark.  "You want this babe?....huh, do 
you want this cock...answer me" he said to Karen, swaying his cock in his 
hand.  Damn..it looked more like a hose, than a cock Mark told me later. 
  Karen just shook her head yes, and starred at it.   "Show Mark how much 
you like this cock...and please yourself Karen" Master Jay stood grinning.  
With that, Karen began unbuttoning her blouse, and let it drop to the 
floor, exposing that black lace bra.  Next, she unzipped the skirt, and 
threw it over with the blouse.  There stood Karen in a red garter, 
trimmed in black lace, white nylons, and a matching red G-string in red 
pumps.  Awsome...just awsome, that's what Mark told me later. 

"Master Jay' put his hand out, and Karen put her's in his, and he let her to
the bed.  This time, while she sat on the edge, he reached up and 
pulled the G-string off, exposing her pussy, which by now was a little 
moist, according to Mark.  This time, Master Jay bent over and began to eat 
Karen's pussy.  Mark had full view of Master Jay's tongue licking up, down, 
back and forth, and darting in and out of her pussy.  Karen was 
uncontrolled in bucking and hollaring. 

"Lick my pussy....damn it.....ahh..ah..uh...oh my God...lick it...that's
it...yes....flick that tongue....yes...eat my pussy" she kept repeating 
over and over. 

"Baby...when I get done with this pussy this weekend, it'll be MY pussy,
get that....it'll be MY pussy.....watch" Hammer commanded.  Master Jay slid 
Karen up further on the bed, and started to mount her from above.   He 
arched his back and stopped short of putting in that giant 
lizard..."put it where you want it bitch...show me...." and not having 
to say it a second time, Karen reached down, grabbed that big black cock, 
and inserted the tip in 'his' pussy.  He slowly slid it in, pulled out, 
and because she was so wet by now, rammed it home on the second time.  
Karen let out a short 'umph', and a series of grunds, but as 'Master Jay' 
began to "Pound" that pussy, Karen wrapped her legs around his torso, 
and held on for the ride. 

"Hey...see...I told you that your husband liked watching you get
fucked....look at him" said the hoarse 'Master Jay'.   With that, Karen 
looked over to see Mark with his little cock out, jacking off like no 
tomorrow.  This seemed to intensify 'Master Jay', for he then threw Karen's 
legs up over his broad shoulders and began a fast/slow fuck, making Karen 
beg. 

"Oh my God...your so deep....fuck me....fuck me with that black
cock...cum....take your pussy....yes...that's it...take it....this is 
your pussy Hammer......fuck it all you want..." Karen was beside herself. 
 Pulling her legs down by the ankles...and holding her legs wide, he 
slowly pushed in and out.  Doing this didn't seem enough for Karen, for 
she began to buck him for more cock..."fuck me you bastard, give me 
that cock...put that cock in me...please....fuck me..." she kept 
begging. 

"Whose pussy is this..huh...whose" he asked. 

"Yours, without a doubt" Karen replied. 

"Are you my slut...huh...are you my slut bitch....tell me" 'Master Jay was
taunting her, humiliating Mark at the same time. 

"Yes...I'm your pussy....your slut......" Karen said, almost begging. 

Mark jacked off, damn near rubbing the skin off his little cock.  After
the weekend was finished, Mark was just glad to get out of there, and to 
have his Karen back.  Or did he really have her back. 

Karen went to work that monday, with just a tad bit of soreness between
her legs.  It would be four days before her mind would drift off from 
work, and think about the pleasure she did receive. 

That night, after Mark was asleep, Karen slipped downstairs to the study
and cranked up the ole computer.  After connecting to Marks screen name, she 
checked the files, and found the file/address that Mark used to search 
the net.  There, was James e-mail address, still on file.  Karen 
transferred it to her address.  Karen was still reliving the past 
weekend. 
Karen proceeded to tell me more of what had happened to her and Mark. 
After the intinial soreness wore off and the swelling of her pussy lips 
shrank, she realized what had been missing in her life.  A good 
sizeable cock.  One that would not only fullfill her, but one that 
would take command of it.   Mark did his best, after that weekend, to 
make love to Karen, and to "fill" her needs, but after James ...  Karen 
started to constantly think of James, and that wonderful cock of his. 
 Never before had she felt such a need for something, and it was 
beginning to etch a burning desire of WANT, that she never felt before. 


Three weeks later, as Mark was at Home Depot, Karen...with nervous fingers,
sent off a e-mail to James.  She said that she was just thinking 
about him, and wanted to see him.  'What am I, crazy or something' she 
thought to herself afterwards.  But the deed was done. That night, as 
she drifted in and out of sleep, the thought of "Master Jay" kept 
appearing, while her husband was next to her.  Earlier...as Mark was 
going through the motions of fucking her, Karen's mind was off in 
'pleasure land', imagining "Master Jay" standing in front of her, with his 
big cock dangling in front of her, waiting to be serviced.  "Damn, I 
can't get that cock outta my mind" she kept repeating to herself. 

Cautiously, the next day at work, Karen checked her mail on the work
computer.  It was secured, so no problem there.  There, in bold print, 
came a reply from "Master Jay". 

"Hey...I was thinking about you too Babe, and wish you were here along
side of me right now" came the message.  "I wish I were deep inside you 
right now, giving us both passion and pleasure.  Your the best" it went 
on to say.  Rather crude and to the point, but nonetheless, true.  
"When do you want a repeat performance...this weekend?  Write back" was 
the last sentence. 

Karen told me she looked at the calendar by refex, and noticed it was only
wed.  She knew that Livonia was not far from Dearborn.  Excited and 
nervous in the same tense, she replied "how and where on a weekend" on 
such short notice.   Through the rest of the day, Karen kept checking her 
messages...with no answer.  It wasn't until just about time to leave, 
that she checked her messages one more time, and there it was.   "The 
Best Western in Livonia, I-275, sat morning" it stated.  "I'll have 
more details later tonight...check again" was the only two sentences. 

Karen thought about it.  'Damn, that's only an hour from home'.   All the
way home, the excitement built in her.  Just knowing about the weekend, 
and what will happen, made her feel like a kid getting a new toy.  But 
what about Mark....oh fuck it.  I'll just say I'm out shopping, and 
nothing will come of it.  Besides....he'd probably enjoy it, watching 
me get fucked by this big black cock, but this time...I'm going solo.  
Thoughts like this went through her mind, over and over and over again 
while driving home. 

That night, as Mark snored, Karen slipped outta bed and crept downstairs. 
She accessed her e-mail, and there was the message she was waiting for. 


"The Best Western on I-275, just off the exit.  Look for a white Caddy
with Gold trim, "MasterJ" lic plates.  In the outside driver's mirror 
will be a piece of paper with the room number.   Hey Babe, wear your 
'outfit' I gave you to work tomorrow.  Remember, the 'outfit' that'll 
make you think of ME in you all day..hehehehahahaah" was all it read.   
Karen returned to bed, tossing and turning most of the night. 

Mark's alarm went off at 7.  As they both got up to get ready for work,
Karen brought up the subject. 

"Hey, I'm going shopping sat.  Probably be gone most of the day" she
said. 

"Where?" Mark asked. 

"A couple of us girls are going to Taylor, and check Southland
Mall out" came her reply. 

"Well, I have to work, so I guess I'll see you at dinner" was all Mark
said.

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