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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
visit my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm and see my
blog http://anarchyforbeginners.blogspot.com/ for additional
information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Thirty Six



The Imaginary Man (Part V-B)

by rache


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Story Codes: M/F, Rom, Interr, Cheat, Cuck, Humil

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=




    "Where are we going?" I asked Seth and it was Saturday morning,
late as we drove through town in his pick-up truck.

    "It's a surprise," he smiled at me and I looked down.

    I was wearing my dress from the night before and that was all. I'd
left my panties and stockings in Seth's bathroom, hanging in the
shower. My dress was stained and reeked of sex, but it was all I had.
That and my purse were my only possessions now.

    Seth had fucked me again, waking me up with his swollen morning
erection sliding into my sticky sex. I hadn't washed myself at all and
the bed beneath me was a mess as our cum had leaked out of my pussy
and asshole during the night. And he'd fucked me again, for a long
time while I'd moved with him, riding his big white cock with my black
pussy until I'd cum all over him.

    It was the first day of the rest of my life and I was a slut. I'd
prepared his breakfast while Seth showered and then I'd sucked his
cock for my own meal, kneeling on the kitchen floor while he ate his
omelet slowly and pushed my mouth down his prick. My jaw ached and my
tongue felt swollen. My throat was bruised and my voice a hoarse
whisper by the time he finally came. It was Seth's fifth orgasm inside
my body, smaller and weaker than the others as the man's balls must
have been nearly empty. But I swallowed him down, tasting the salty
sperm and thanking him after.

    Now he was taking me someplace and I had no idea where. I didn't
care, really. I wasn't his wife. I wasn't Seth's girlfriend. I was
just his slut and he'd made that clear to me. I could hear the
tenderness in his voice, however, and see the gentle concern in his
eyes. He was trying to convince me otherwise, to frighten me perhaps,
to offend me so much that I had no choice but to leave him. But I
didn't.

    "A tattoo parlor?" I narrowed my eyes as I looked between the shop
in front of us and Seth's handsome face.

    "Take off your wedding ring," Seth told me and it was very quiet
inside his truck.

    "I...I can't," I said, shaking my head as I looked down at my left
hand. It was the third time he'd asked me and that was the only thing
I refused to do.

    "Then we're going in," Seth shrugged. "You wanna wear your ring
for that asshole you married? You can wear something for me too."

    "B-But..." I swallowed hard and then nodded slowly. "Alright, Seth."

    I tugged my dress down nervously, the small Lycra outfit hugging
my body like a second skin. My nipples stood out stiffly and my tummy
quivered with excitement. I didn't know what Seth wanted and the idea
of a tattoo was frightening and even humiliating somehow. I'd never
been in such a place and I shivered as I caught sight of the man
working there, big with a swollen belly and a beard. He was covered
with tattoos and pierced and the very stereotype that I was afraid of.
He was staring at me with unabashed hunger and I would have run, but
Seth held my hand and pulled me to the counter.

    "Are you sure you want this," the tattoo guy stared at me as I sat
in his chair and I looked at Seth. "Don't look at him. Do you want
this?"

    "Y-Yes," I blinked back my tears and the man stared at me hard.
His name was Waylon and he'd been surprisingly gentle and polite and I
knew he wasn't going to touch me if I didn't agree to it.

    "Alright," he said finally. "You gotta relax. I'm gonna make it
look good for ya."

    "Okay," I nodded, closing my eyes because I didn't want to see him
looking at my pussy. I was wet.

    Waylon shaved me clean and I did look, I had no choice. Seth
watched, smiling and holding my dress and my purse. It was a small
room, but the door was closed and I was naked and having my pubic hair
shaved by a man I didn't know. He wore surgical gloves and touched me
only as he had to, but that alone was nearly enough to bring me off
and I understood none of it. My clit throbbed and my nipples burned
and I could barely breathe beneath my racing heart.

    The sound of the tattoo needle humming and then the first touch of
it on my delicate skin made me gasp and Waylon chuckled, pressing his
hand to my tummy. I'd arched my back and he told me to relax and just
breathe normally. It wouldn't take long, he promised, and it wouldn't
hurt at all. But it did, just a little, and I stared at the ink and
the blood as it seemed to pool on my brown skin before he'd wipe it
away with a cloth and continue.

    "White Cock Only," Waylon said with a sardonic smile and I winced
as he wiped my new tattoo one last time. "It'll scab up some, don't
pick at it. Just let it heal by itself."

    "Okay," I nodded, staring at the words printed in neat, gothic
letters across the swell of my pubis. Even when my pubic hair grew
back the words would be plainly visible, I realized. I was marked for
life now, wearing Seth's tattoo.

    "The other one too," Seth said as Waylon covered my tattoo with a
large bandage, a big soft square of cotton and tape.

    "Roll over, baby...Gently..." Waylon helped me and he lowered the back
of the chair so I could lay nearly flat on my stomach.

    "Great ass, huh?" Seth chuckled and I burned with humiliation.

    "Gorgeous," Waylon agreed and I felt him touching me in the small
of my back, marking me with a wax pen. "Right here?"

    "A little higher, yeah..." Seth said. "I want to make sure people
can see it."

    "And the design..."

    "From the crack of her ass up....I don't know, how far is that?"
Seth was leaning over me, the two men talking while I lay there
trembling nervously.

    By the time Waylon was finished I had a tribal tattoo along my
spine and across the back of my waist. In the center a single word,
"SLUT" was inked permanently and I was assured it was going to be
beautiful once it was healed. It was also going to be obvious if I
wore a bikini or a skirt with a halter top for instance. Anytime my
back was exposed, that tattoo would be right there for anyone who
cared to look.

    I dressed slowly while Seth paid and it was a lot of money, I
realized, too much for a slut like me probably. I half expected Seth
to tell me to suck Waylon's cock or even let him fuck me, but he
didn't and I was both disappointed and relieved by that. It made me
happy to think Seth was keeping me for himself, the way a real man
should, but at the same time I felt a perverse longing to prove myself
the slut I'd become. I longed for that humiliation and even though it
frightened me and filled me with a sense of worthlessness, I accepted
it.

    "Thank you, Seth. For the tattoos," I said once we were in his
truck and they were a dull ache, especially the one on my back.

    "Call it a late wedding present," Seth chuckled and I looked at
him, but didn't ask what he meant. I assumed he was talking about us
and I reached for his cock while he drove.

    "Do you want me to..." I whispered and I was already moving to lay
across the bench seat.

    "Yeah, Amber. Suck me off for awhile," Seth agreed, shifting
slightly as I freed his semi-hard cock.

    He'd already cum so much I wasn't sure if I could get him hard
again, but he seemed to like my warm, wet mouth just fine. I took as
much of him between my lips as I could and just used my tongue mostly,
sliding up and down only an inch or two at the most. He was so thick,
his smooth cockhead leaking precum while I washed it lovingly. I made
my mouth soft for him, moving my jaw so much as I could to work my
saliva noisily around him.

    I nursed on his cock for ten minutes at least before I had to take
a break from it, feeling stiff and only a little uncomfortable. I held
Seth's cock in my hand, jerking him off slowly while I lifted my head
and looked around.

    "Where are we going?" I wondered, licking my lips and the place
looked all too familiar.

    "Uhhh..." Seth reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a card,
glancing at it. "Looks like 3308 Pacific Circle."

    "That's my driver's license!" I blinked at him. "T-That's my
house!"

    "Yeah," Seth nodded, tossing my license on the dash and then
pushing my head back down. "Finish me off before we get there, slut."

    "Mmpph!" I protested weakly as his cock stretched my lips once
more, but Seth held me down and I wasn't really fighting him. I just
didn't understand why he was taking me home and my heart was pounding
with fear and uncertainty. It was Saturday afternoon and Richard would
be home...perhaps. Maybe he'd be out someplace. I hoped so. I was
praying that my husband would be out of the house. I couldn't face
him, not anymore. Not after what I'd done, what I was doing.

    "Oh, Amber...Suck it baby, come on...We're almost there..." Seth was
whispering, holding my hair in his fist as he pushed and pulled my
mouth up and down.

    "Ummph! Ohmph!" I choked and swallowed and gagged as the angle was
all wrong. I couldn't get him into my throat and his cockhead was
battering at the back of my mouth painfully. I sucked harder, trying
to control my reflexes and my breathing. I still held his cock, my
black fist wrapped around his white cock near the base of it and I
squeezed him, tugging at his soft skin and the hard muscle beneath.

    I was only dimly aware of it when Seth held my head with both
hands and we were parked apparently, stopped with the engine running.
He was lifting his hips, fucking my mouth and using me like the slut
I'd become. The man was close now and I could hear his breathless
voice urging me to suck his cock, to make him cum one more time.

    "Ohhh!" I gasped as Seth pulled my away from his cock just as it
began to ejaculate. The first few spurts hit me in the face, jetting
out of his prick forcefully and then dying quickly. He replaced my
hand with his and pulled me close enough so he could rub his spermy
cockhead across my cheeks and lips, across my nose. He was wiping
himself and covering my face with a thin mask of his warm semen.

    "Thanks for the blowjob, Amber," Seth breathed, pushing me away
from. "That was fuckin' great...Now go home."

    "Wha...What? No! Seth!" I stared at him, feeling hot and sticky and
my cunt was on fire with lust. I was degraded and humiliated and
frightened all at once.

        HOOOONK!     HONK!     HONK!

    Seth leaned on the horn and then reached across me, opening the
passenger door.

    "P-Please! Don't make me...I want to stay with you!" I reached for
him, but the man pushed me away.

    "You're married, Amber," Seth told me. "I told you, I don't need
you. Now get out. Go show your husband your new tattoos..."

    "Seth..." I begged, my eyes welling up with tears and they ran down
my cheeks, mixing with the man's clinging sperm.

    "Amber?" Richard was standing on the front steps of our condo
staring at me.

    "There he is," Seth snorted. "Fucking idiot. If only I'd found you
first, Amber..."

    He almost sighed and then gave me a hard shove so that I had no
choice but to stumble out of his truck, almost falling to my knees and
then I did. I knelt sobbing as Seth leaned over to pull the door
closed and then he was backing out of the driveway quickly, tossing my
license out the window as he went. Richard was coming over to me,
staring with confusion as Seth honked and drove away.

    "What happened? Amber...Come in the house...Jesus..." Richard was trying
to get me on my feet and some of the neighbors were watching, but I
couldn't see anything through my tears.

    I locked myself in the bathroom without speaking to my husband and
I took a bath. I stared at my body, at my tattoo above my pussy. It
was dark and splotchy and barely readable, but it was there and I knew
what it said. I cried and wondered how I was supposed to explain any
of this to my husband. I wanted to run away again. I had thoughts of
leaving him and finding someone else, someone who really didn't care
if I was married or not. A man who wasn't like Seth, but would keep me
and use me the way I deserved.

    Why had he brought me back? I hated him then. Seth. He'd fucked me
and cum inside my pussy. He'd left his mark indelibly upon my once
flawless skin. I was a slut. I was a black whore for white cock only.
He'd punished me with it, spanked me for life and not just my flesh.
My ego was a pitiful little thing now and I felt like I was dying
inside. I hated myself and I wanted someone who could help me justify
that cruel emotion.

    "Leave the lights off," I said as Richard entered the bedroom. "I
don't want you to see me."

    "Amber," Richard said softly, his voice filled with nothing but
love and concern and that just made it worse.

    "I cheated on you," I whispered, lying naked on the bed and curled
up around a pillow. "I fucked another man."

    "Are you hungry?" he asked me and I laughed, but it wasn't funny.

    "Didn't you hear me?" I spoke louder, my voice still rough after
being throat fucked the night before. "I fucked a white man."

    "I heard you," Richard said, leaning against the wall and he'd
left the bedroom door open so that the soft light spilled into the
room.

    "But you like it, huh?" I sighed.

    "I love you."

    "You want me to tell you about it, Richard?" I asked him. "Do you
want me tell you how he fucked me twice and made me suck his cock
afterwards?"

    "Amber..."

    "He fucked my ass too," I was crying again and I hadn't realized
there were that many tears in the whole world. "I wanted him to. I
asked him to do it."

    "Shhh...I'm sorry," he was coming to the bed, sitting on it and I
flinched as I felt his hand on my bare hip.

    "But not jealous," I said, accusing him of being less than a man.
"Call me a slut, Richard."

    "No."

    "Call me a whore," I told him. "Tell me you hate me."

    "I love you."

    "No you don't," I sobbed and my heart was breaking. "You can't."

    "Yes I can," Richard sighed and he was lying down beside me,
pulling me close to his clothed body and just wrapping me up in his
arms.

    I was so tired, so weak and tired and I didn't push him away. I
just lay there while my husband held me, kissing my face and hair and
whispering his loving apologies until I fell asleep.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "Richard?" I woke up and it was still dark.

    "I'm here," he said softly and now he was undressed and stroking
my back and I could feel his fingers moving across the scabbed flesh
of my tattoo.

    "I'm sorry," I said softly and I expected him to ask me about it,
but he didn't. "I have to show you..."

    "I saw it," my husband said. "While you were sleeping, I turned on
the light."

    "Oh." I swallowed hard and I was afraid to breathe. "Both of
them?"

    "There's more than one?" he asked and I nodded slowly. The pillow
was still between my thighs. "Can I see it?"

    "You'll hate me," I sighed.

    "No, I won't," Richard promised, but I knew better.

    "Turn on the light," I said and I wondered if this would finally
get something out of him. Some anger or jealousy, some sign of life.

    Richard turned on the bedside lamp and I couldn't look at his
face. I just pulled the pillow out of the way and lay on my back,
spreading my legs slightly and crossing my arms over my tummy. My
heart was going fast and I held my breath, knowing my husband's eyes
would be drawn to my sex. Knowing what he'd find there and waiting for
the explosion.

    "Um..." Richard swallowed thickly. "Okay."

    "Okay?" I looked at him and he was staring at my tattoo, the one
that said White Cock Only above my slit.

    "If that's what you want," he said slowly. "I guess..."

    "What's wrong with you?" I asked him.

    "Ahhh..." His brown eyes found mine and he smiled apologetically.

    "Forget it," I shook my head. "You know, it's really hard to
believe you love me if you don't care."

    "I care," Richard said. "It hurts. Is that what you want to hear?
You hurt me a lot, Amber."

    "Then act like it!" I stared at him. "Be my husband!"

    "I don't want to hurt you..."

    "You are hurting me, Richard. Don't you see that? Don't spoil me
anymore!"

    "Amber..."

    "Shut-up and do something!" I told him. "If I leave again I won't
come back. Is that what you want?"

    "Okay..."

    "What?" I stared at him in disbelief, wondering if he'd just told
me I could leave. That he'd be happy with that. He was letting me go
and..."

    "Okay, I'll do something," Richard nodded. "Spoiled little bitch...
Yeah..."

    "Oh! Ahhh...Wha...Richard..." I gasped and blinked and was suddenly
grabbed by his strong hands.

    My husband pulled me over, rolling me onto my stomach and pinned
me down with his palm between my shoulder blades. My heart almost
burst as a rush of fear and excitement filled me. He wasn't being
gentle. Richard was forcing me down, holding me there and then there
was a flash of hot pain as his hand came down on my ass.

    SLAP!!

    "You little whore," Richard breathed, spanking me hard as I
struggled weakly beneath him. "Cheating bitch...Fucking around on me?
I'll show you what I think of that!"

    SLAP!!

    His hand was hard and he was spanking me for real. A grown man, a
large, powerful man, was spanking my ass over and over. I felt it like
a fire in my flesh and the sound of it filled the room, but it was
bearable. The pain was nothing compared to the flood of emotion that
washed over me. I wept with humiliation for what I'd done. I sobbed my
apologies, breathing the words between the gasps and grunts and the
feverish sting of his hand on my skin.

    SLAP!!

    "I'm sorry...I love you...Sorry...Please...I'm sorry...Richard..." All of my
thoughts were reduced to those few words and I was repeating them
endlessly.

    "All I ever did was love you," Richard told me. "And you betrayed
me...You fucked around...You cunt...Cheating bitch!"

    SLAP!!

    I was grabbing fistfuls of sheet and writhing with the
intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain that filled me. My cunt was
dripping eagerly. My body taut with desire. This was what I'd dreamt
of, what I needed so badly. My husband was showing me that he cared,
demonstrating his love finally. I deserved this. I wanted to live in
that moment of sublime degradation. I was a slut and a whore and
Richard was calling me those things and worse, confirming what I
already knew and I loved him for it.

    "Now you're my slut, Amber...My whore..." Richard was breathing hard
and he'd spanked me so long and hard that I felt my ass swollen,
burning and tender.

    "Yessss..." I hissed as I felt him straddling my thighs and his cock
was hard. I could feel it and I lifted my hips.

    "I'll fuck you now," he told me. "Fuck you like a slut, Amber.
Fuck you like a whore..."

    "R-Richard...oh god...yes! Put it in me...fuck me..." I begged him,
turning my head so I could see him.

    My big, handsome husband was astride my legs rubbing his cock low
across my swollen vulva, splitting my pussy lips with his aching
manhood. I wanted him more than I ever had before in my life. I felt
like I had on our wedding night. Better than that. I felt new and
reborn and I was a slut, but only his. I was Richard's whore. I'd be
his wife and love him. He was strong and confident and taking me the
way I always wanted him to. This was what I needed and now he was
giving it to me.

    "Not there..." Richard told me and he lifted his cock slightly and
pushed forward, splitting my unprepared anus easily before my body
could react.

    I gasped with pain as Richard's cock surged into my rectum,
tearing into my asshole several inches at least before he stopped,
catching his breath and preparing for another thrust.

    "Noooo...In my p-pussy...Please...Richard..." I tried to move from beneath
him, to dislodge his cock from my ass somehow, but he was holding my
shoulders in his firm grip and then he thrust into me hard.

    "Ughh! Bitch...This is how we fuck from now on!" Richard told me.
"That pussy is for white cock only."

    "Wha...Ohhh ah! Fuck...Richard...No! Ummmm..." I groaned and my eyes
watered as he forced the entire length of his penis inside me.

    "Don't worry, Amber..." my husband breathed into my ear as I lay
beneath him. "You're going to get a lot of white cock from now on..."

    "Richard..." I sighed and felt my asshole stretched painfully around
his cock.

    He was just holding me for a long moment, his big balls hanging
down and pressed against my horny cunt. He was inside me completely
and kissing my hot cheek and my hair matted with sweat. His smooth
chest was across my back, his stomach resting on the rough skin of my
new tattoo. When he started to move I was with him, squeezing my
asshole as much as I could, rocking my hips beneath his weight to fuck
my husband's cock with my ass.

    "Yeah, Amber...That's good...Fuck me, girl...Ride my cock, Amber..."
Richard breathed and I lifted my face, turning so he could find my
mouth with his.

    "You have to make me," I whispered. "Like this..."

    "I know," he smiled, licking his lips.

    "...everytime," I continued, wincing against the pain as he stabbed
his cock into the depths of my ass. "Or I'll leave you for someone...uh...
else..."

    "You're not leaving me," my husband said. "I'm never letting you
go, Amber."

    "I love you," I sighed.

    "I love you too," Richard said with a smile, "...slut."

    He fucked me for a good long time and when he came inside my ass I
was rubbing my clit, reaching beneath my sweaty body to bring myself
off with him. It was a good cum, one of the best, and I knew my
husband could feel it as my rectum clasped tightly around his jerking
prick. I milked his balls with my asshole and afterwards I took him in
my mouth, washing his still semi-hard prick clean of our fuck and
showing the man how well I could deep throat his cock.

    I swallowed his second load and we fell asleep, satisfied and
happy with each other for the first time in six months.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


    "Richard?" I was picking at my dinner and he'd noticed, but hadn't
asked me why yet.

    "Hmmm?" He looked at me and for the last three weeks I'd been the
model wife.

    I'd decided to quit college and I was happy to take care of my
husband. I wasn't his slave, nothing like that, I was his wife and I
enjoyed it. I liked seeing his face when he came home from work to a
nice home and a warm kitchen, and a beautiful wife willing to please
him. It was all I'd ever wanted, what I'd always imagined our marriage
would be, and now I had it.

    We had sex all the time and it was always good for both of us.
Most often Richard would spank me first, taking me over his knees and
telling me what a slut I was and how he couldn't believe he'd married
a whore. I embarrassed him, my husband said. He was afraid his friends
would find out about me, his white friends especially, and he knew
that I thought about fucking them. He made me confess all the things
I'd do if I had a chance. How I'd suck their white cocks and let them
fuck my pussy. I told Richard I'd take them bareback and let them cum
inside me. I'd fuck them all if I could, let them gang-bang me like
the slut I was.

    And Richard would spank me for that, and afterwards he'd fuck my
ass long and deep and make me cum on his fingers while he massaged my
cheating cunt. It was always good and I had a man who loved me and
felt anger and jealousy, and was willing to punish me. I'd never been
so happy in my life and we were enjoying a second honeymoon it seemed.
Life was suddenly perfect and the only blemish was the secret in my
belly.

    "I'm late," I told my husband over dinner.

    "Late for what?" he wondered and I smiled nervously. "Your
period?"

    "Yeah," I bit my lip. "Ten days now...I...I'm pregnant."

    "That figures," he stared at me and I felt my face burning, my
eyes growing wet. We both knew it wasn't his, there was no possible
way. I was carrying Seth's baby.

    "I'm sorry," I whispered, looking down and touching my still flat
stomach. "I'm just a whore."

    "Yeah," Richard nodded and he wiped his mouth with a napkin before
pushing his chair back. "You're going to have to tell your parents."

    "W-What..." I blinked at him. "I could get an...abortion."

    "No, you'll have the baby, Amber." Richard shook his head. "It's
not his fault his mother's a slut."

    "Oh," I felt a tear running down my left cheek.

    "Or her fault," Richard shrugged. "I'm really going to have to
punish you for this one, Amber."

    "I know," I nodded, wiping at my eyes.

    "Come here and take off my belt," he told me and I moved quickly.

    "I'm so sorry, Richard. I just..." I was working at his buckle while
he watched me. "It was an accident and..."

    "Shhh..." Richard sat a little straighter as I pulled his long
leather belt free of his waist. "A slut like you should get used to
having accidents like that..."

    "Wh-Why?" I asked him softly, offering my husband the belt and
watching him double it over.

    "Because I think you'll be having a lot of them," he chuckled.
"Come on, get over my knees. I can't believe I married a whore like
you."

    "I know," I agreed quickly, lifting my skirt and pulling my
panties down. They were already wet. "I love you so much."

    "I love you too, Amber," he patted his thigh and I bent over him
slowly. "Careful now, you're going to be a mommy."

    "Yeah," I smiled, closing my eyes and knowing this was going to
hurt so good. "A mommy."

    "We don't want to hurt our baby," Richard sighed happily, rubbing
my ass with a gentle hand and staring at the tattoo on my back. "Do
we, slut?"

    "Our baby..." I shivered with the pleasure those words gave me and
then the belt came down hard and life was perfect again.



The End

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