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Subject: {ASSM} Diana's Desire - chapter 5 (wife cuckold interr)
Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2003 15:10:03 -0400
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                              Diana's Desire - Chapter 5

                                       by Darc Light


It may have been at the blade of my knife, but I knew I had widened the 
rift between Dwayne and his lovely wife. He would never forget the look 
on her pretty face as she moaned in orgasm while he begged me to 
impregnate her. She would never forget his pathetic attempt to save his 
nutsack by openly asking me to breed her daily. He would forever 
remember the defilement of his wife in his own living room. But it was 
time to plant a more bitter memory.

I took Diana by the shoulders and turned her to face me. My hands 
returned to her burning nipples under the thin cotton nightshirt. She 
looked up at me, her eyes pleading to soothe the ache between her 
firm thighs. 

"Do you wish to be fucked in your husband's bed?" I asked.

She quivered at my words, then nodded meekly.

"Then tell him, my little cock-slut."

I pulled the flimsy shirt up and over her head, stripping it from her 
naked white body. She looked straight at him before she spoke. He 
groaned as she told him.

"I want Mr. Washington to fuck me in our bed, Dwayne. I want him to 
stick his big black cock inside me and fuck me senseless. I'm sorry, 
Dwayne, but I need him, I need his cock..."

He just collapsed into the chair and shook his head, tears falling over 
his pasty cheeks, muttering, "No...no...no...no..." over and over, 
until his whining faded, his lips merely forming the words.

"You must show him his place, Diana. He exists only to serve you now - 
you and me. Order him to prepare your bed for us."

Her eyes widened, suddenly filled with lust. She looked at him again, 
and called his name. When he didn't respond, she called out louder, a 
sharp bark, full of authority.

"Dwayne!"

He jumped, then slowly met her stare, afraid of what would come next.

"Go to our bedroom and turn down the bed for us," she ordered.

"Please Diana, don't do this - not in our own bed - p-please, I'm 
begging you..." he stammered as he edged forward in the chair.

"And fluff the pillows," she added, interrupting him. "You want Mr. 
Washington to be comfortable, don't you?"

I winked at him as he rose slowly from the chair and made his way 
around us toward the bedroom.

"When you're finished, you may stand at the foot of your bed and 
watch," I told him. "It's time you watched your cock-hungry wife enjoy 
a real orgasm at the end of a black man's cock. Isn't that right, 
Diana?"

She closed her eyes and released a long sigh, thrusting her hips toward 
me, grinding her juicy slit against my leg.

I led her to their bedroom, where Dwayne stood fidgeting at the foot of 
the bed. He had already pulled the bedspread off the bed and propped
extra pillows along the headboard. He trembled like a frightened child 
as he watched his naked wife climb onto the bed and spread her legs - 
his dear, sweet, innocent wife waiting impatiently for my thick black 
cock to fill her yawning cunt.

It was no longer a time for games. I stripped and mounted her quickly, 
burying my cock in her with a single swift thrust. She cried out in 
surprise, then locked her slim legs around me and uttered a long, 
satisfied, "Ohhhhhhhhhh....." I began to fuck her hard, mercilessly, 
slamming my large powerful hips against her tiny but willing body. She 
whimpered and grunted as she took the full length and girth of my cock 
again and again. I could hear her husband behind me, sobbing, "No - oh 
dear God, no, no, no...". 

She came, screaming and thrashing under me, her perfect body clinging 
to mine, desperate for as much black cock as she could get inside her. 
I came within seconds, pumping her full of vigorous black sperm that 
pooled around her cervix as it spasmed and gorged itself on my thick 
copious reward.

I fucked her for hours while her husband watched. She came over and 
over again, her thirsty cunt grasping my cock as a flood of my seed 
poured from her. Finally exhausted, we slept. At daybreak, Dwayne 
still waited at the foot of the bed, too afraid to move from the 
spot. He was pale and could barely stand. Dark circles surrounded 
his eyes where his tears had dried hours ago. He had come one step 
closer to becoming a helpless servant, a mere eunuch caretaker for 
his former precious wife.

As the morning sun streamed through their bedroom window, I fucked her 
again from behind as she faced him. He just stared, as though in some 
kind of trance.

"It's time to tell him, Diana. He needs to hear the truth, and you need 
to tell him."

She looked up at him, her round, firm breasts shuddering with each 
brutal thrust of my powerful weapon.

"This is what I want, Dwayne. This is what I need. I choose him, 
Dwayne. His hands, his body, his cock - his cock, my God, it's so huge, 
so thick, so fucking good inside me!"

She lowered her head, gasping and moaning, distracted by the sudden, 
unexpected orgasm that rippled through her belly. I was elated when she 
continued just as soon as she could catch her breath.

"Don't you see, Dwayne? Don't you see what he does to me? I'm a woman 
Dwayne. A woman with needs. It's not your fault that you can't fuck me 
like he does, that he's bigger and stronger, but it doesn't change how 
I feel. Please Dwayne. Tell him he can have me, whenever and wherever 
he wants. Please do as we say - because if you don't he'll take your 
balls - he'll take them, Dwayne. He'll cut them off and take what's 
left of your manhood, forever. Tell him I'm his, Dwayne. Tell him, oh 
Godddddd, telll....himmmmm..."

She collapsed onto the bed, slobbering and groaning into the wrinkled 
sheets. Dwayne could only stare, his pathetic erection now jutting 
uselessly behind his boxers. I could see the change come over him - 
the excitement of seeing his loving wife in sexual ecstasy, in spite 
of the humiliation of being dominated by her strong overpowering lover.

"Go ahead, Dwayne," I told him. "I know you want to do it. Take your 
little prick in your hand and cum for us. It's not a request - it's 
an order, you turd."

Diana and I sat at the foot of the bed before him, naked in each 
others arms, watching intently as he stroked himself. It was as
though he had given up, as though he suddenly ceased to care about 
his wife or his pride. 

He glanced at his wife as she slowly milked my recovering cock with 
her delicate fingers. Her eyes darted repeatedly back and forth from 
his thin pale fingers slowly jerking his pathetic dick to my black 
monster quickly growing to full glory under her skillful 
manipulations. Then, to my ultimate satisfaction, she smiled, then 
giggled for a few seconds like a little girl.

"He's - he's just - so much smaller than you," she said, shaking 
her head in disbelief. "All this time - so many years he's been 
fucking me with - 'that', when I could have had thissss..." She 
lowered her head to my lap to give my cockhead a lingering lick, 
sucked it into her mouth, then released it with a loud pop. 

"You want me to do it, don't you, Dwayne?" she told him, her 
words now boiling with lust and sarcasm. "You want me to give 
myself to this delicious black man, don't you? You want him to 
take my body and use me like you never could, don't you? Tell me 
it's what you want Dwayne. Please just tell me! 

"Yes - God help me - yes - yes - yessss," he groaned just as a 
thin stream of semen dribbled from the end of his puny dick. It 
was a turning point for her humiliated husband, and for Diana. She 
would never look at him the same way again, and he would never feel 
like a man in her presence.

Diana gasped as he came. 

"My God, Dwayne! You DO want me to belong to him, don't you! How 
could you! How could a real man masturbate while he watches his wife 
in the arms of an another man? Fine then. I'm his. Only his, Dwayne.
I'll never let you put that tiny dick in me again - EVER!"

Her words of derision elated me. I had won. There was little more to 
say or do. But just for some icing on my cake...

"Tell her, Dwayne. Tell her you'll never put your 'tiny dick in her 
ever again' Tell her quickly, before I lose my temper!"

He stood there, head down, his fingers still wet with his own cum, as 
his pretty wife laughed at him.

"I - I - I'll n-never put my - tiny - dick - in you again."

"Oh Dwayne," she cried, "Oh Dwayne - thank you, thank you, thank you!"

She went to him, ecstatic with her newfound freedom. Then, she took his 
semen-covered hand and raised it to his lips. He got the message, and 
opened them slightly, just enough to let her slide his fingers inside.

"Eat your cum for me, Dwayne. Show him you'll do whatever I want."

She turned to me, then ran into my waiting arms as he sucked his 
fingers clean. 

"Will you fuck me forever?" she asked breathlessly against my ear. 
"Make him my servant, my maid, my slave?"

"Forever. It's already done," I answered.

"Will you put your baby in me?", she begged, biting my ear. Her 
cunt was cool and wet where she began to grind it into my bare thigh.
She shivered at the thought, her firm breasts bouncing lightly 
against my thick bicep. "Oh God, yes, put your baby in my belly - and 
make him watch. Make him watch every minute until I'm fat and pregnant 
with your child." 

She clung to me, gasping and working her hips into my leg like a bitch 
in heat. I put her on her back and thrust a foot of my meat inside her.
She kept screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" while I commanded her 
husband to massage my balls. In the end, he would be certain it was 
his own hand that helped deliver the very sperm that would bore into
his precious wife's egg as she begged me to impregnate her. He would 
watch his wife's belly swell with my black child, then, after nine months,
see that child appear, black and strong between her slim thighs, much 
like the instrument that parted then to create him.

 
 

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