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

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