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Subject: {ASSM} RE-repost of Young Black Housewife, by request
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First of all, thank you all for your e-mails.  I will continue this
story.  I expect to be posting the next couple of chapters by this
coming weekend (1/25/03)

I am re-re-posting because it has been brought to my attention that
there was a lot of "gibberish" in the original RP.  So here is a
cleaner version.

Enjoy all.

Porn Writer (aka Sheikyourbooty, TheBedouin)

Comments are always welcome to Toyalakekt@netscape.net

Young Black Housewife (WM+/BF, semi-NC, some MC, slutwife, cuckold)

Chapter 1

Mary Jones, the 23 year old black woman, just married, lay back on the
bed, stretching out her 5'- 4" frame, her 36D tits standing firm on
her brown frame. She rolled over to embrace her new husband, finding
his side of the bed empty. Thinking, "damn, alone again."

Mary rolled out of the bed, and donning her house robe, stumbled
sleepily into the kitchen to make herself some coffee.

Rick, her husband of 3 months, was proving to be a resounding loser.
Uneducated, and mostly unemployed, except for the day jobs at
landscaping that he managed to land from time to time,  constantly
proved himself inadequate as a provider.

As she thought back over things, Mary could not understand what she
had ever seen in him in the first place. Oh, he could be so charming,
knew all the right things to say, and had finally convinced the young
black woman that he could be expected to accomplish great things.

"Shit, how could I have been so stupid?" she asked herself as she
looked into the empty cupboard, reaching for the cheap instant coffee.

Running water into the teapot, she set it on the stove, turned on the
gas, heard the flame catch.

Mary sat at the rickety kitchen table, her mind wandering. So unhappy
was the black newlywed. She had always wanted a man to take care of
her. Now, she realized, she would have to go out and work too, even
though Rick had promised that she would never have to work again a day
in her life.

Her parents had tried to warn her about the shiftless Rick. They had
detected his nature, as parents seem to be capable of doing. She had
ignored them, convinced that Rick would be able to turn it around and
become productive.

Now, too late, the lonely Negress realized that she should have
listened.

The whistle of the boiling teapot woke her from her reverie at the
same time that she realized that the doorbell was ringing. Springing
up, she shut of the fire and went to the door. Looking through the
eyehole she saw Tommy, the 15-year-old white boy standing there. Tommy
delivered their paper and she realized that today was collection day.
She also realized, ruefully, that she didn't have the money to pay
him.

She sighed. 

Opening the door she stood before the young white boy in her house
robe.

Tommy drew in his breath. He had always admired the young black woman,
had always watched the gentle sway of her hips, and how her tits
jiggled under the thin blouses she wore. Now, seeing her in her house
robe, he could just imagine what lay underneath.

"Hello Mrs. Jones, I'm here to collect for the paper," he said,
drinking in the sight of the dusky beauty before him.

Mary felt so awkward that she could not even afford to pay the boy the
$5.75 for the paper.

Here she was, a grown woman, having to explain to the 15-year-old boy
why she couldn't pay it. Never the less, she tried. "Um...Tommy, we
are a little short right now, could you come back next week? I promise
that I'll be able to pay it then."

"Gee Mrs. Jones," the young white boy replied, "I don't know, I have
to pay too, and you're already behind 3 weeks. I guess I'll have to
stop delivering here."

 Mary cringed, not believing that her and Rick were so poor that they
couldn't afford to pay for the daily paper.

I'm really sorry Tommy, really sorry, but we have run into some
problems and the money has been tight lately, but I'd still like to be
able to get the paper."

The young white boy began to formulate a plan. A plan that would allow
him to, maybe, live out his fantasy of fucking the sweet young black
bride.

"Could I have a glass of water, Mrs. Jones?" he asked. 

"Sure," Mary replied, relieved that the subject had changed, "come on
in."

Tommy walked into the house, and Mary closed the door. 

"Wait here, be right back," she said.  

As she turned to walk back to the kitchen, Tommy watched her hips sway
sexily under the robe and felt his cock twitch. Tommy knew that the
young brown-skinned bride was having money problems, and knew that he
would be able to exploit it. Now was his chance.

Mary walked back into the living room, a tall glass of cold water held
out in front of her, not noticing that the front of her robe had
opened, revealing the smooth expanse of her brown thighs to Tommy's
eyes.

"Here ya go sport!" she chirped, trying to sound normal, even though
she felt the shame of owing this young white kid money.

Tommy took the glass from her hand, and, taking a sip said, "sit down
Mrs. Jones."

Mary was taken aback at the tone of the young boys voice. The
previously respectful tone had been replaced with a commanding one. A
tone that she found hard to resist. So, sit she did.

Tommy continued, "you know that my dad is the Sheriff here? You know
that I can tell him that you refuse to pay me, and he will have to do
something about that?"

Mary, shocked, swallowed hard.

"T-T-T-Tommy, what on earth are you talking about? It's only a few
dollars for the newspaper!"

Tommy grinned, loving the fact that he had un-nerved the 23-year-old
black wife with his statement. He could see a light patina of sweat
form over her full lips. She was nervous all right, and he gained
confidence.

"Mrs. Jones," he continued, "I also know Mr. White, your landlord, and
he tells me that you're behind in the rent by 2 months, and he's
getting tired of it, and is ready to go to my dad to have you and your
husband evicted."

Mary gasped. The vulnerable feeling that she had initially felt
intensifying. She knew that there was nothing that she could say to
refute this, as it was true. Her worthless husband hadn't brought any
money in, and they were behind in the rent. That this youngster knew
hit her in the gut, and she felt he face grow warm with shame.

"Mrs. Jones, I can get my dad off your back. I can make the problem go
away. But, there is something I will want in return."

Mary, stunned, just stared at the young white boy standing in front of
her, looking down at her with unabashed lewdness, and tried to
comprehend what was going on. Was she going to be blackmailed by a
teenage white boy? How had she gotten herself in this situation? What
would she do now? What could she do? She decided to brazen in out.

"Tommy, what are you talking about? We're caught up on the rent,
things ain't that bad. Rick is working now, and will make the money we
need to pay our bills."

Even as she said it, she felt another flush of shame as she realized
that she was explaining her finances to a teenaged white boy.

"You're lying," Tommy deadpanned.  "You and your husband are behind in
all of your bills, and the creditors have already been complaining to
my dad."

His blue eyes, which had previously seemed so liquid, turned to gray
steel. "And Mrs. Jones, I can make it all stop."

Mary, realizing the truth of his words, stammered "wh-what do you
want?"

Tommy stepped closer to the now frightened you black woman. 

"Suck my dick" he said. 

Mary looked up into the steely gray eyes of the teen white boy, not
believing what she had just heard. "Wh-what?" she asked.

"I said," the young white boy answered the black woman, "suck my dick,
and all your problems will go away."

The young married negress tried to comprehend her situation. Her she
was, owing money to this young white teen god, and he was a god to her
right now. She felt her cunt spasm even as her shame increased at the
thought of being in his power.

"Mrs. Jones," he said, interrupting her thoughts, "you will suck my
dick, or face my dad. And you know that Rick, your husband, has
already been arrested several times. Once more, and you're on your
own. So...suck my cock Mrs. Jones, or go to jail with him."

Mary knew she had no choice, this teenage white boy had the power to
see her freedom taken away. Timidly, she reached out to his zipper,
dragging in down, looking up into the youngsters eyes with a pleading
look in her own brown eyes, and, reaching inside, dragged out his
cock, stroking it as she did so, feeling the shame flood through her
as she saw herself as she was, a black woman, getting ready to suck
the cock of a young white boy.

Tommy grinned down at the submissive black wife, groaning as he felt
her hand take his cock, and begin to stroke it back and forth. He
looked down on her, his dream come true, the black housewife stroking
his cock.

"That's it, Mrs. Jones, jerk my dick...and suck it...NOW!" 

The young black wife obeyed the teen white boy, despite herself. She
took his golden dick in her dark hand and jerked it, her head moving
forward until her lips touched the hard white dick. As soon as she
made contact with the smooth head of his dick, she knew she was lost.

The lonely black wife stuck out her tongue, liking at the pre-cum on
the end of the teen dick in her face. The teen god in front of her
making her forget that she was married. That she was black. All that
mattered was the cock. "That's it Mrs. Jones, love my dick, suck it,
sucking my cock means your freedom."

Hearing these words, Mary opened her lips, engulfing the throbbing
cock in her mouth. Tommy reached down into the opening of her robe and
found her tit. Began to heft it in his hand, knowing that he had the
little black wife exactly where he wanted her, feeling the power over
her.

"Suck my teen dick, Mrs. Jones" commanded. 

Mary felt another flush of shame, and at the same time excitement. 

"He can save me," she thought, "he can get me out of trouble, I have
to please him.

"Mary sucked on the cock of her white teen boy lover. She sucked for
all she was worth, knowing her very future depended on pleasing him.

"What would Rick think of you now, Mrs. Jones," Tommy taunted. "What
would he think of you sucking my young white cock?" he asked.

Mary heard his words and immediately felt her neglected cunt juice.
She felt so degraded, and yet so hot.

"My God," she thought, "he is making so hot just by sucking his dick,
and with his words," and she lost herself in sucking the young white
boy's dick.

Then to Tommy's amazement, he watched as she came hard, her hips
humping the air, and juicing, her panties now sopping with her
excretions. Tommy, his own excitement as his easy conquest of the
avidly sucking and cumming young black wife, couldn't hold back, and
let go a huge rope of cum into the submissively sucking mouth of Mrs.
Mary Jones.

She gagged, coughed, which forced cum to come running out of her nose.
She coughed again, struggling to swallow the load the young white boy
was shooting into her.

"Ohhhhh, it tastes so sweet" she thought to herself, "his cum is so
sweet."

Tommy grabbed her head, jerking it off of his cock, and let the next
strong ejaculation spill across her cheek, looking down on the hot
black wife. His cock jerked again, and another thick rope of cum
splashed over the black woman's cheek, from ear to jaw.

Mary, losing herself said, "yes, yesssss, cum on me Tommy, cum on
me..."

Tommy let lose another string of jizz, this one landing on her nose.
He knew that she was his now. Anytime he wanted her to be.

"You belong to me now, Mrs. Jones," he said. "Do you understand?" 

"Yesssss" she hissed through clenched teeth, "oh yesss, I am yours." 

Tommy decided to press and said, "you're my nigger slut, ain't that
right?"

Mary hesitated, while his cum dripped off of her chin. Tommy reached
down to cup her cum sloppy chin in his hand and forced her to look up
at him.

"Ain't that right?" he spat at her.

"Y-y-y-yes, Tommy, I am your nigger slut." 

"Good girl," he said, patting her still bobbing head, which was
licking up the last of his cum. "You're my married nigger slut? You
will fuck when I say, and who I say?"

The humiliated black bride began to sob, feeling the slimy ropes of
his cum drip down on her face, tasting the salty tang of his jizz in
her mouth, realizing how far she had sunk so quickly.

She cried, all the while savoring the hot cum he had shot into her
mouth. She knew that her life depended on the young white boy now. She
was ashamed of herself, but so hot she could not stop the next words
out of her cum filled mouth... "Yes, I am your married nigger slut!"

"That's a good girl," he said, again patting her head. "That's a good
little nigger whore...now clean me up!" he ordered, and the Negress
obeyed, slavishly licking up his fuck juice.

"Now," Tommy said, "get dressed, we are going out." 

Mary looked up at him, his cum still dripping off of her chin. 

"What?"

"I said we're going out," Tommy said.  "You are going to meet some
friends of mine. I want you to dress up for us. I want you to dress
like the little nigger whore that you are, or...you could go to
jail...it's your choice, nigger whore."

His words sent chills down her spine. She couldn't believe that she
was being spoken to this way, especially by a teenaged white boy. Yet,
she found that she wanted, needed to obey him. That she needed a man
to tell her what to do. Even if that man was a boy.

"Y-y-yes Tommy." 

"From now on you will address me as Massa." 

Y-y-yes...massa.

Good girl" he said, and she found herself pleased with his soft voice.

"Now," Tommy said, "let's dress your black ass up." 

Mary followed the teenage white boy up to her bedroom. Tommy opened
the closet door, and began looking through her dresses.

"Show me all of the shortest dresses you have Mrs. Jones." 

Mary walked over the closet and began to take out her clothes, placing
them on the bed. Her marital bed. She was laying out clothes to wear
for her white teen lover on her husband's bed.

Tommy went through them, picking out a short black number. 

"Show me your underwear," he ordered. 

Meekly, she opened the drawer in the dresser where she kept her bras,
panties and hosiery, and began to put them on the bed with the other
clothing. Tommy picked out a black lace push up bra, and little
g-string black panties. "We need to go shopping, these frumpy things
aren't slutty enough."

Mary looked at the young white boy, his words re-igniting her lust.
How she had always longed to be dominated and controlled like this.
That it was this teenaged white boy that had taken her, just made her
passion and lust more intense.

"Get dressed." 

The young black wife obeyed. Dropping the robe, she stood before him
in all her magnificent black beauty. Tommy sucked in a breath,
watching the devastating black woman.

She first pulled on the skimpy little panties, then the bra, which
hugged and pushed her luscious tits up and out. Then she put on the
dress, which fell to just about mid- thigh, and hugged her gorgeous
body, accentuating her curves.

She stopped and looked at Tommy saying, "your married nigger whore is
pleasing to you, massa?"

Tommy's dick twitched at the woman's subservient question. Never in a
million years had he expected to have is own personal whore, let alone
a married one. But then, his dad had always said the blacks needed to
be dominated by white men.

"Yeah slut, you please me," he snapped, enjoying the power he held
over the black wife, "now shut the fuck up and put on some shoes, high
heels."

Mary jumped to obey his command, running to the closet and brining out
her best pair of shoes. Black ones with 5" heels, the ones that she
wore to church on Sunday. She bent to put them on, showing off her big
black ass to the white teen boy. "Damn," he thought to himself,  "what
a great ass. I am gonna fuck that next."

Mary stood before him again, eagerly anticipating his next command. 

"Let's go." Turning on his heels, he walked back down to the front
door, knowing that his dominance of the young negress was so total
that he didn't have to turn back to see if she followed. He could hear
her heels clicking on the wood floor as she rushed to keep up.

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