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Subject: {ASSM} Diana's Desire - chapter 4 (wife cuckold interr)
Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 07:10:02 -0400
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                              Diana's Desire - Chapter 4

                                       by Darc Light


Diana returned to work three weeks later, a vision - my vision - of the 
perfect insatiable white slut. I had chosen her implants to ensure that 
she constantly flaunted her sexual appetite. She had grown from a B to a
D cup size. The change was so striking that no one in the office could 
keep their eyes off her. The large hard mounds skillfully mounted on her
petite frame were indeed a cock-hardening sight.

I was also pleased that she dressed appropriately on her first day back - a 
sleeveless sweater that clung to her new breasts like a second skin, and a
newly modified skirt, amateurishly hemmed by hand to fall just over her 
slim hips. She saw me watching her from my office window, and reddened 
with embarrassment when I smiled approvingly.

When she opened her emails, mine was the first on the list.

       Diana,

       Welcome back. I assume you plan to continue 
       our scheduled lunchtime activities. Please
       show up at my office door at 11:45, as usual.
       When asked, you will reply, "I am here for my 
       black stud service." Do not disappoint me.
       After three weeks, I'm sure you are desperate
       for a monstrous black cock. Be a good little 
       slut, and I may reward you.

At precisely 11:45 she was at my door, knocking quietly. I waited until she
had the attention of the entire office, then opened it.

"Well Diana. You look lovely today - something's different - a new hairstyle
perhaps?"

"Um, no Mr. Washington, but thank you for the compliment."

"Did you want something, Diana?" I asked, staring at her
tits, her nipples rising under the soft knit of her sweater.

After glancing quickly over her shoulder, she lowered her head and whispered
quietly. 

"I, um, came for my black stud service."

A few of her co-workers were close enough to hear, and snickered. I shot them
a look that was a clear warning to mind their own business, or they might 
find themselves out of work, or worse.

"Come in Diana. I'm sure we can find some way to keep you satisfied."

Once inside, she began to weep as she slowly pulled the sweater over her 
head, exposing mountainous breasts that clung to her tiny torso like
large ripening fruit. My cock began to stir as she continued to undress,
lowering her brief skirt to the floor, then stepping out of it, now 
completely naked before me.

"Yes, yes. I am very pleased. It must be wonderful to feel like a real 
woman at last. But why are you crying? I've given you a most valuable gift."

She looked up at me, her eyes red with tears. "You've made me a freak," 
she sobbed. "Everyone stares at me. Men have offered me money to have 
sex with them. How will I ever explain this to our friends? Even my 
husband looks at me like - like - "

"Like you're a black-cock-slut? He should know that very well by now. 
Has he not accepted that you belong to me now?"

"He just stares at me, at my breasts mostly. Last night he begged me 
to have sex with him. It's been months since he's touched me. He's 
afraid of you. Very afraid. But last night he actually begged. I felt 
so sorry for him, lying there beside me, night after night, afraid to 
ask for sex with his own wife, knowing you can have me any time you 
wish. When he moved next to me in bed I could feel his erection 
against me. I took it in my hand for a minute. I didn't even stroke
it - I just held it lightly, feeling it pulse between my fingers. 
The only thing I could think about was how small it seemed - so thin
and fragile, even when hard. I felt sorry for him, but I didn't want 
to have sex with him. I knew he wouldn't last long enough or fill me
like - like, um, you do. So, I had to tell him to stop, that we
shouldn't do anything against your wishes. 

"He cried as he begged me. He even asked me if I'd use my hand to 
make him cum if I wouldn't let him make love to me. I told him he 
knew the rules, that he'd have to call you to get your permission 
first. Of course he refused. He told me he couldn't take anymore, 
that he would leave me so I could spend all my time with my black 
lover. This morning he wouldn't speak to me. He's very close to 
coming apart - no sex, no job, no self-respect. I'm not sure what 
he'll do next."

I knew what I must do. I had begun to break him, but had not 
finished the job.

"Your husband and I need to talk. I will visit your home tonight 
to set things straight. He will not leave you, or approach you for
sex ever again without my permission. You will find that he will be
most compliant in time. He will learn his place, and stay to provide
for you, however humble his attempts may be. Do you trust me?"

"Yes Sir, Mr. Washington. Yes, I do. Thank you, Sir."

"Now, again, why have you come to see me, my white slut."

She looked deeply into my eyes and managed a small smile, replying 
without any hesitation.

"I'm here for your black cock service, Mr. Washington. Please - 
please, I've waited so long to feel you inside me again. I'll beg. 
I'll beg like a whore for you. Fuck me. Fuck with your big black 
cock. Please fuck me now!"

I picked her up and carried her to the sofa. She spread her legs 
at once like the wanton white bitch I knew she had become. I 
stripped slowly in front of her, making her wait, watching her 
rigid unyielding tits thrust upward under swollen nipples, her 
cunt soaked and yawning for relief. Lowering myself onto her,
I filled her with cock in a single swift thrust. She gasped, 
closed her eyes, then pushed her hips up against me trying to 
take as much of me as possible inside her gaping pussy. She
moaned like a true whore, nearly delirious with lust, while
I fucked her with long, slow strokes.

"Who is your Black Master?" I asked, increasing the speed of
my powerful thrusts.

"You," she whimpered, taking deeps breaths between each word.

"You - are - my - BLACK - MASTER - you - only - you - oh god -
so good - so - fucking - good - "

"Better than your pathetic husband?" I continued sarcastically.

"Yes - yes - oh my god - yes - better - so much better - so 
fucking - much - better - "

"You belong to me? You'll be my white bitch?"

"Anything - anything - you - want - yes - your bitch - only -
yours - please - more - harder - fuck me - harder - more - 
more - "

Seconds after I doubled my pace she came, screaming obscenities
that could easily be heard outside my office.

"Oh fuuuck - ohhhh - fuck me - you BLACK BASTARD - fuck meeeeee
 - fuck meeeeeeee - fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Her tiny body was racked with spasms, her long dark hair tossed
from side to side covering her face as she continued to shriek
and moan. I waited until she finished, until her senses returned,
then prepared her for my gift.

"Are you ready to receive my black sperm, bitch? To proudly 
carry my black baby for nine months? To bear him and care for 
him as your own?"

Her eyes widened and she sank back into the soft leather of 
the sofa, trying to shrink away from the ten inches of 
cock still slowly pumping in and out of her hole. I could read 
the terror on her face, but knew she was afraid to object. She 
simply looked up at me, now pinned to the leather sofa by my 
powerful hips, fully impaled on my ten-inch weapon.  

I stopped thrusting, pushing every inch of my black love-stick
inside her, my bulbous cockhead lodged firmly against her cervix.
She seemed to relax, relieved I did not release my potent seed.
Suddenly my fingers found her nipple, expertly rolling and 
pulling it until involuntarily, she flinched, contracting the
velvet walls of her cunt in a sustained spasm that carried me 
over the edge, flooding her womb with repeated jets of swarming 
black sperm.

"Ahhh...," I sighed. "Feel my cum inside you? Beg me, slut. Beg me
for a black baby."

Tears filled her eyes, then streamed over her pretty face. She 
couldn't bring herself to answer, to beg for the baby she knew 
she would eventually have to give me. She reached down between 
her legs, then began to cry harder when she felt the thick flood 
of semen escaping around my still-buried cock.

"I - I don't want a baby - I - can't - oh god - nooo - " 

"You must accept the inevitable," I answered, smiling as I 
looked upon her shaking defenseless body. "Thousands of my potent 
sperm are probably seizing one of your tender eggs at this 
very moment. Soon your belly will be ripe and swollen with my 
child. It is a privilege to bear a black man's child."

"But, what will people say? My poor husband, what will he think 
of me? It will be a constant reminder of how he has lost me to a 
Black Master."

"After tonight your husband will no longer matter. He will learn 
his place and treat you as I wish. And you will thank me for 
taming him and making you a black-cock slut."

I watched with amusement as she stuffed a fresh tampon into her 
wet hole, assuring my sperm spent the remainder of the day swimming 
inside her belly. Then I showed her to the door, her hair and makeup
tangled and smeared so that no one could mistake her addiction for my 
thick black cock.





Later that evening I attracted much attention as I parked my black 
Escalade along the street in the quiet neighborhood of modest row 
houses. Husbands glared at me with distaste while their wives stood 
close by with hard pink nipples and lust in their eyes.

Dwayne answered the door when I knocked, and his surprised look told me
Diana had not warned him of my visit.

"W-what do y-you want?" he blurted, obviously terrified of my sudden 
appearance.

I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him aside.

"I am here to show you how to treat a woman, you sniveling turd."

I entered their cramped living room and closed the door behind me. Diana 
stood in the doorway leading from their bedroom. She was dressed in a thin 
pink nightshirt, barely reaching to mid-thigh. Her full breasts strained at the 
front of the shirt, showing every detail of her erect nipples. Dwayne cowered 
beside me, afraid to move. I closed a single powerful hand around his neck and 
drew him closer.

"I understand you have not treated my bitch with respect. I understand you 
begged her for sex without asking for my permission. She said you threatened 
her. I don't like that. I don't like you much either. What do you have to say 
for yourself, boy?"

He squirmed like a worm in my grasp.

"I - I - uh - didn't - I mean - I - won't do it - again - I promise - "

"You PROMISE??? Why should I believe you, you limp-dicked failure? 
You PROMISE???"

I took out my knife and thrust the long slim blade through the front of his 
pants, guiding it up along the inside of his upper thigh until it was lodged 
against his nutsack. When I nicked him he started to cry like a baby.

"Ahhhhh - noooo - pleeease - not that - don't cut me - don't cut meeee - "

I held the blade against the side of his sac, sawing it back and forth just 
enough to draw a trickle of blood.

"So, do you still plan to leave your sweet wife?"

"N-noooo, no, no - I promise - I won't leave her - ever - "

"Good. She is my woman now. Do you promise never to ask her for sex again?"

"Yes! Yes - I promise - never - never again - "

"Excellent. A good thing too, because she will never want sex from you again 
now that she has taken all ten inches of my thick black cock. From now on you 
are her slave, just as she is mine. You will never fuck her or even gaze upon 
her naked body again. Is that clear?"

"Yes - yes - it's clear - it's clear - "

"Fine. Tell me. Tell us, that you will never fuck your wife again, and that 
you will obey her every wish."

He hesitated, so I pushed the knife harder against his ballsac until he 
yelped.

"Ok! Please don't cut me! Pleeease! I'll never fuck my wife again! I promise! 
And I'll do anything she says! Anything! Please don't castrate me! 
Pleeeease!"

I drew him closer and squeezed his throat until he choked.

"If you fuck up, I'll cut off you nuts and string them on a necklace for your 
sweet wife to wear. Understand?"

He nodded and gurgled, now unable to speak with my hand clenched tightly 
around his throat. It would do for the time being. I pushed him into a chair
and told him to shut up. He sat there sobbing, not daring to look up.

"Diana, have you released your ration of sperm today?"

She lowered her eyes before answering.

"No I have not, my Black Master."

"So, the generous portion of semen that you coaxed from by body this morning 
is still in your belly?"

"Yes, Mr. Washington, it is."

"It is time to show your husband how a real man breeds a woman. Come over 
here and show him. Let him watch as my black sperm drain from your body."

She crossed the room, stopping in front of the sobbing wimp. Pulling the 
shirt up just enough to expose her dripping cunt, she tugged on the string, 
removing the engorged tampon with a sudden pop. He watched, amazed and 
horrified, as my day-old cum flowed from her as though it was just deposited 
minutes ago.

"I will breed your wife every day. In a very short time her belly will be fat 
with my child. I assume you approve, Dwayne?"

He watched, mesmerized, as thick strings of cum fell from between his pretty 
wife's legs, wetting the insides of her slim thighs, then falling onto the 
threadbare carpet beneath our feet. He muttered an answer, much too quietly 
for my satisfaction.

"You fucking twerp! You will learn to answer me when I ask you a question! 
Stand up! NOW!"

He stammered for a second, then stood slowly, shaking like a scared rabbit.

"Diana, strip this pathetic sissy. Let's see how much of a man he really is."

It was gratifying to see how quickly she obeyed. She pulled his shirt over 
his head, unbuckled his belt, and had him stripped to his underwear in no 
time. She gasped when she dragged the elastic of his boxers over his hips to 
reveal a throbbing erection. 

"I believe we can see his answer, my sweet slut," I said, chuckling at his 
embarrassment. She just stared at his dick, shocked at his response.

"Dwayne, honey, do you really want to give me to him? To have him fuck me at 
work every day? Do you like this, Dwayne? Oh god, Dwayne, do you really want 
me to have his baby?"

She was absolutely glowing, her nipples swollen and hard under the thin 
nightshirt. He looked up at her, pleading with his eyes that she understand, 
that he couldn't help his hard cock swaying in the air in front of her. I 
stood beside her, giving him a look that warned of the consequences of a 
wrong answer. I gave him a wide smile as I ran my hand up under her 
nightshirt, caressing her flat belly, then moving higher to cup a firm breast 
in my hand. It was a nice touch, I thought.

The wimp was crying again.

"Dwayne! My knife and your wife are waiting for an answer!"

He looked up at us, his eyes fixed on my hand under her shirt, then on her 
bare cunt and belly, exposed as I pulled up the shirt to fondle her.

"OK," he sobbed. OK, I-I approve."

"Tell us Dwayne, what do you approve of?"

"I-I - you can b-breed her - every day."

"Is that all, Dwayne?"

"I'll do anything - you say, or she says. I-I'll never have s-sex w-with her 
- ever again. I won't touch her - I promise!"

"Anything else, Dwayne? I asked, as I dipped my fingers into her wet cunt, 
slowly spread my cum over her belly, then went back inside her for more. He 
could no longer look at us as he answered.

"I-I-I w-want her to - h-have - your - baby."

Diana shuddered when he answered, then moaned softly, my skillful fingers 
bringing her to orgasm at the very second her husband begged me to impregnate 
her. It was my finest hour.










 

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