Mesmorizing Mary Ann
An Interracial mindcontrol story
Copyright 2004 by Stormbringer


Mary Ann sat in the chair. She breathed slowly. Her eyes were closed.

"You feel no need to smoke. Whenever you get an urge to puff on a
cigarette, you're going to get horny."

Mary gave a short gasp in her sleep.

"Instead of sucking on a cigarrette, you crave sucking on my dick. Do
you understand?"

"Yes," said Mary, softly.

"When you wake up, you will feel refreshed and horny. You will crave
sucking my dick. You will continue the dieting and excercise program I
have given you. You will swallow my cum. You like the taste of my cum.
It is an important source of protein for you diet. You will give me a
blow job every morning to get your protein. Do you understand?"

"Yes, blow job every morning. Need protein."

"As I count slowly backwards from three, you will awaken. Three.. two..
one."

Mary's head came up and she blinked her eyes as she came out of her
trance. "Hmm, I feel great, honey. You can hypnotize me every day if you
want."

"Anything to help you relax, dear." Paul was thrilled at the prospect.
Over the last four months, he'd been hypnotizing his wife bi-weekly. At
first, it was to lose weight, then to quit smoking. Mary had been a
sexy, shapely, and plump woman. Now she had a killer body. Everywhere
they went, men checked her out even considering that she never showed
off her body. Plus, since they lived off a military base, they were
surrounded by a lot of men. 

As soon as Paul saw that it was working, the sexual suggesttions came.
Mary was shy, conservative, and uptight when it came to sex. 
He eliminated her reluctance to perform oral sex. He'd gotten her to
enjoy his thumb in her ass while fucking doggy style, but so far she
wouldn't go for anal. Obviously it was true that you couldn't make
someone do something against their will while hypnotized. 

Mary always had a tendency to cover her assets. It got worse when the
army reassigned  
Paul to the new base. Mary didn't have a job and they didn't have a lot
of possessions. She gained nearly thirty pounds in six months sitting
around watching television. Her clothes got even baggier. When the
hypnotism started working, Mary lost the thirty pounds and then some.
She got down to 120 pounds with a bust measurement of 34D and being only
5'4", she looked quite top heavy. Paul hypnotised his wife into wearing
lacy pink underwear with a garter and heels for him. He'd always wanted
Mary to dress sexier so that he could show her off, but when he saw her
porn star body, he quickly decided he'd keep her covered out in public.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," said Mary coming out of the bedroom.

Paul was sitting on the bed. He was wearing only boxer shorts and they
were tented out in anticipation. He couldn't believe his shy twentyfive
year old wife was doing this either. Mary Ann was wearing an overcoat.
He could see her heels and pink nylons coming out from under the coat.
His wife had dark brown, almost black shoulder length hair, brown eyes
and pale white skin. He watched as she undid the coat's belt, letting
the front open. 

"Gawd damn," he groaned when he saw her. 
Pink nylons ran up her shapely legs, held up by lacy garters. Her lacy
pink panties were so sheer that her curly brown bush was perfectly
visible. The panties were low cut, nearly reaching the top of her pubic
hair. Her body fat was now so low, there was no bulge under her navel
except for a small brown mole. Her hips were still broad, but her waist
was thin. Her torso was short, largely because her breasts were so big.
The tight pink bra, held them together and up. Her nipples were
unusually dark, clearly visible through the fabric. The areola were
quarter sized, looking small on her big breasts and the nipples were
penny sized, taking up most of the areola. Hard, they were half an inch
long. If Mary Ann hadn't been wearing a bra, her breasts were
impressively firm, with her nipples sticking straight out, but they
would be heading South within a few years. 

"Strip for me."

"I couldn't do that." Mary Ann blushed.

"Ginger." Paul said the code word that put her under. His wife's eyes
widened in surprise, then closed as she froze where she stood. His wife
had a passing resemblace to Mary Ann from Gilligan's Island, hence the
code word Ginger. The resemblace wasn't strong, the actress having
darker skin and a smaller bust, but their faces were similar. The
television show's character's wholesome country girl image resembled
Mary Ann the wife, more then her looks did. "I want you to dance for me.
Just shake your hips and take the lingerie off. Do you understand?"

"Yes," said Mary Ann in her trance.

"It makes you happy to show off your body to your husband, Mary Ann."
Saying her name, 
brought her out of the trance.

Mary Ann opened her eyes and smiled at her husband. Her hips started
swaying as she reached behind her back and undid her bra. She danced
back as her huge breasts sprang free. Mary Ann ran her hands sexily
through her hair before running them down her body and unclasping her
garter. Her dancing was amatuerish, but Paul didn't care. It was that
moment watching her slowly strip that he decided he didn't really want
men to see exactly how sexy she was. He trusted his wife completely, but
not other men. He'd nix his idea to have her wearing string bikinis and
halter tops with short skirts. Mary Ann would only dress sexy for him in
his house. "Jesus, come fuck me," he said when she was nude.

"Paul!" she exclaimed contritely as she hated foul language, but she
greedily fished his dick out of his boxers and mounted him. She was
extremely aroused and there was no friction. She also came quickly and
Mary Ann had never been very orgasmic.

That had been last month. Now her dancing had improved. She wore
anything Paul brought her and they had sex about four times a week. Now
Paul decided he wanted a blow job every morning.

What started out as a good day turned bad for Paul and Mary. The alarm
went off and Mary Ann groggily climbed out of bed to go make him
breakfast. "Where you going?" asked Paul stretching in bed. "Don't you
want breakfast?"

Mary Ann was about to snap at him and tell her husband she was on her
way to the kitchen to do just that when she saw his penis. Paul had a
morning stiffy and had thrown back the covers. He watched her
expectantly.

"Mmm," said Mary staring at his penis. It was just over six inches, but
very skinny which made it look longer. The penis matched the man. Paul
was tall and reedy looking. The head of Paul's penis was about the size
of a small grape, smaller then the skinny shaft. "That looks tasty. I
could use some protien." Mary climbed between his legs and took his
penis in her mouth.

This is great, thought Paul lying there in bed.
Mary Ann was getting quite good at this, swallowing his entire length,
grippping his shaft tightly with her lips. He came in no time and his
wife swallowed every drop without complaint.
Paul fell back asleep thinking he would be getting a morning blow job
every day for the rest of his life. Then he got the bad news.

Paul returned home that afternoon early, holding his orders to deploy to
the Middle East, 
seven days from today. Mary would not take the news well. He could be
gone for six months without seeing her. What he saw when he entered his
house shocked him.

Mary Ann was dancing nude in front of the television. He came in and
watched her. Her nude body never failed to make his dick hard and it
didn't this time. She had somehow gotten a video showing instrucions on
how to strip for your lover. She was emulating the woman in the video
perfectly, which explained how she had gotten so good stripping for him
since the first time. "Hi, honey, whatcha doin?" She jumped startled,
then turned, and Paul got a second shock.

"Oops, caught me," said Mary Ann taking the cigarette out of her mouth.

"I thought I got you to quit smoking?"

Mary Ann blushed. "You got me to do a lot of things."

Paul was suddenly startled as he realized he'd never hypntotized his
wife. She'd been faking it. They stared at each other and both broke
into grins which turned into laughter. "I don't get it. Why'd you do all
those things?"

"I kinda liked being told what to do. It turned me on when you took
charge, honey."

"Like to be ordered around, huh? Walk over to the back of the couch."

"Why?"

"Just do it," he snapped emulating his drill sergeant. Mary jumped and
did what she was told. "Now bend over the back and spread your legs
apart." Paul came up behind her and started unbuttoning his fatigues.
"Reach back and spread your pussy open for me."

"Paul!" She complained at his course language, but she did what she was
told. 

"Tell me to fuck you. No, beg to be fucked."

"Put it in me. Do me, honey."

"No!" he barked again. "Tell me to fuck you."

"Yes, sir. Fuck me." It was a word she rarely used. "Please fuck me. My
pussy's so wet for you pen.. your dick. Fuck me now."

Paul did just that, finding her wet and receptive. He didn't last long,
but she had a small orgasm when he did. 

"That was a nice surprise. What brings you home early?" Mary Ann broke
down crying when he told her. "But what about getting pregnant?" she
managed to sob out after about ten minutes. She'd calculated the time
she'd be the most fertile would be just after he shipped out.

"This is something we knew could happen. We'll just have to put off
having a family until I can get back. Things over there might improve
and I could get back early." He left of telling her, things could always
get worse too.  

"What if you don't come back?"

"That's something you knew could happen too."

"I want to have your children, Paul. No matter what happens." Mary Ann
was sobbing, curled up in the fetal position on the couch. She was still
nude and her pussy was leaking sperm. Sperm she now considered valuable. 

"There's a doctor on base. They'll freeze sperm for this purpose. It's
quite common for soldiers to do this now."

"Will you do that for me?"

"Gladly, Mary Ann. I want to have children with you too, but it's gonna
be the old fashioned way." Paul climbed onto the couch and held his
wife.

****************

Paul was always uncomfortable around Peter's giant black cock. 

Paul sat on the bench near a locker. He and Peter had gotten muddy doing
some wiring and used the base showers to clean up. Peter never wrapped a
towel around his waist and was standing right beside Paul getting his
clothes out of a locker. "Will you get that monster out of my face?"
Paul pulled back as Peter laughed and his cock bobbed. 

Peter's penis was nearly a foot long, twice Paul's size and more then
three times as thick. The head was uncircumcized and unusually knobby.
The helmet was sleek, but maybe half again as big as the shaft. "Sorry,
bud. Got me a hot date tonight in town and my cock can't wait. Isn't
that right, cock?" Peter bent his head down like he was asking it a
question. He flexed the muscle in his groin so that his cock bobbed like
it was nodding yes. "Good boy," said Peter laughing.

"Shame, I was hoping you'd have some drinks with Mary and me." Paul
liked Peter a lot and they got along well despite the black man's
intimidating size. Not just his dick was big, the man was huge. Paul was
six feet tall but Peter was around six inches taller. He wasn't built
like a basketball player either. He was built like a weightliter, bulky
and covered with muscles. Peter was a very big man.  

"You know Mary doesn't care for me that much."

"Nonsense," said Paul, though Peter was partially right. Mary Ann wasn't
a bigot, but black men made her uncomfortable. Their town and school in
Montana had zero blacks in it. Paul hadn't know any until joining the
army, but he adapted quickly. Mary Ann was still a bit wary around them.
The media had something to do with her perceptions.. "We haven't seen
you out in months and we're celebrating tonight."

"Well, you could meet me at the saloon if you wants, but I aims to get
me as much pussy as I can the next month." Peter had gotten orders to
ship out also, but wasn't leaving for a month.
 
"I understand. We'll just meet you for a few drinks. I gotta leave early
and we want to spend some time together. Haven't had sex in five days."

"Oh yeah, the frozen sperm thing. How'd that go?"

"Fine. Didn't like holding off that long, but the doctor's wanted it
built up."

"Glad it's you and not me. Anyway, meet me around seven. I want to get
an early start. Wait till you see this chick man, she's fine."

"See you then, buddy." 

Paul got home and hugged his wife. "We're meeting Peter and his date at
the saloon in an hour," he told her as they sat down to eat.

"What? You want to go out?"

"Just for a little while, honey." Paul didn't want to tell her the real
reason. He just wanted to get some drinks in her to loosen her up. Their
sex life had slackened off without their hypnosis game and with Paul
refraining from sex for five days. Paul couldn't remember cumming as
much before as he had that morning at the doctor's office. Drunk, he
could order Mary Ann around a little and have all sorts of fun that
night. He planned on fucking and sucking all night. He could sleep on
the plane.

"Alright then, I'll go get dressed." Mary picked up her plate and took
it to the sink. She suspected her husband wanted to get her drunk and
didn't mind. It did loosen her up.

Paul went upstairs to change and did a double take when he saw his wife.
"Wow! You're wearing that?"

Mary Ann smiled at his reaction. "Not my usual fare, but I want to look
good on our last night here." Mary Ann was wearing white shorts. The
length was decent, but they were tight and hugged her perfect ass. Her
top was a tight red, short sleeved shirt. It was low cut and showed off
some of her impressive cleavage. The shirt was tight, hugging every
magnificent curve. Her thick, pointy nipples were also visible, poking
out the top. It was also short on her leaving her midriff bare. Paul
noticed her belly was darker indicating she'd been tanning lately. "You
like?" 

"I like." Paul decided it wouldn't hurt to show her off one night.
Besides, Peter hadn't seen Mary Ann since she'd lost the weight and
never out of bulky clothes. Peter only dated white women, but the trashy
trailer park, bleached blonde type. The easy kind of woman who liked to
fuck and seemed plentiful around military bases. Tonight, Peter would
see what a real white woman looked like.

They arrived at the saloon just on time. Paul followed Mary Ann inside.
He was proud and a little jealous to see that almost every guy turned to
check her out. Peter was sitting alone at the bar. He turned just as
Mary Ann walked up to him. His eyes bugged out as he zoomed in on her
cleavage. "Well well, what do we have here? My prayers have been
answered."

"Knock it off, Peter," said Mary. Her face turned bright red. The way he
was staring at her had her nipples start to stand to attention. They
were so big and thick they embarrassed her which was partially why she'd
always covered up.

Peter stared at her confused, then noticed Paul behind her. "Jesus H
Christ! Mary Ann? What the fuck happened to you?"

"You eat with that potty mouth?"

Paul laughed. "My wife started excercising since the last time you saw
her."

"Well you look fucking fantastic."

"Ah thanks." Mary Ann continued to blush.
She took a seat two down from Peter and her husband sat between them.

"Three beers," said Paul to the bartender.

"And three shots," added Peter who seemed a little drunk all ready.

"Where's your date?"

"Blew me off. One of her brats is sick or something." He picked up the
shot glass and held it up until Paul and Mary Ann took theirs. Looks
like I aint getting laid tonight. Here's to some more pussy walking
through that door."
They clinked shots.

"Really, Peter, do you have to be so vulgar?" Mary's face was screwed up
from the shot and she took a swig of beer to chase it.

"I figure I'd clean my act up once I'm outta the army. Three more,
bartender."

"Here's to good friends." They did the shots.

"Here's to coming home safe." They did the shots.

The three joked around for awhile and Mary Ann found herself warming to
Peter. His size was intimidating, but he was a nice guy despite the foul
language. Paul was a frequent urinator and Mary found herself alone with
Peter several times, but he was always the gentleman. "Really, Mary Ann,
you look fucking fantastic. I didn't know you were hiding a figure that
nice under your clothes.

"Well, I did lose thirty pounds."

"Good for you. Was it hard?" asked Peter.

"Was what hard?" asked Paul coming back from the bathroom.

"Losing all that weight." Peter ordered three more shots.

"I just developed an excercise plan and I stuck to it," replied Mary Ann
finding she liked the compliments and attention.

"Well, here's to Mary Ann." They did the shots.

"Plus I hypnotized her," said Paul setting his shot glass down.

"Paul!" Mary burped out his name and let out a drunken giggle. 

"Get the fuck out of here. Hypnotized her! You gotta be shitting me?"

"Nope, it's been great. I think Mary Ann needs a little reafirming
tonight to keep her on the program.

Mary Ann giggled and blushed some more. Paul was telling her he was
going to take charge tonight. "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the
little girl's room." Mary Ann stood up and left to sneak out and get a
few quick puffs in. 
  
Paul continued. "Yeah, I got her to lose weight, to quit smoking, and I
even got her to wear sexier clothes."

"I still think you're shitting me."

"Oh yeah. I think we need to get going cause I want to get her to do a
few more things for me." Paul clapped the black man on the back which
was like clapping a brick wall. They picked up their beers and tossed
them back.

"You're swaying a little, honey," said Peter as Mary Ann returned.

"I thought it was you," she laughed at the black man. 

"I guess that's a cue for us to get going," said Paul.

"Aw stay for a few more beers," complained Peter. "I hate to drink alone
and I don't want to go home yet. I'm out of beer a home and can't go
shopping until tomorrow."

Paul stood up. "Well, why don't you come home with us? I have a six pack
in the fridge and Mary Ann won't drink when I'm gone." 

"Hey, I don't want to be a third wheel, man."

"Just till the beers gone and between the two of us, that won't even be
an hour."

"Sounds good to me, man." Peter stood up, using his height to stare down
Mary Ann's cleavage.

The threesome arrived back at the apartment fifteen minutes later. Paul
retrieved two beers from the refridgerator and tossed one to Peter who
took the comfy chair. Paul sat beside Mary Ann on the couch. They
silently drank awhile before Paul spoke. "You scared, buddy?"

Peter paused before saying, "Yeah, you?"

"Yep." 

"You guys will be back before you know it," said Mary Ann hugging her
husband.

"Lets change the subject." Peter pounded the beer. "I still don't
believe this hypnotism bullshit. You telling me you don't have any
craving for a cigarette at all?"

"Nope," she lied. She was craving one at that exact moment.  

"Amazing."

"Mary, get us two more will ya?" Paul was still feeling morose as he
held his beer can up.

"Get it yourself, lazy."

"Good job training the wife, buddy," laughed Peter as Paul stood to get
them two more beers. "I mean what's the point of getting married if they
won't even bring their man a beer?"

Paul froze and a grin spread across his face. He swayed a little
drunkenly. He'd had enough already and his body was already starting to
cry out for sleep when he should be having sex with his wife. He looked
at Mary Ann. "Ginger," he said.

Mary Ann's mouth opened in surprise as she looked up at Paul. What was
he doing?"

"You will get me and Peter beer for the rest of the night and some chips
while you're at it. You will wait on us hand and foot. Do you
understand?"

"Yes," said Mary Ann.

"Then get started, Mary Ann." He winked at his wife.

Mary Ann stood as Paul shook his empty can at her. "Well, I'm being a
rude hostess. Let me get you boys two more. Anything else? Some chips,
maybe?"

"That would be great, honey."

"What the fuck just happened here?" asked Peter.

"Told you I hypnotized her. I tell you it's awesome. I got her to dress
sexier. I made her loosen up in the bedroom." Paul was interupted as his
wife returned. She was smiling as she handed Peter and Paul their beer.
She'd also brought in a bag of chips. "Thanks, Ginger." Mary Ann froze
and flashed Paul a stare. "Go to sleep," he said and Mary Ann played
along lowering her head as she stood between them. 

"I still don't believe it," said Peter standing and circling the woman. 

"What more proof do you need?"

"How about this." Peter reached out and squeezed Mary Ann's breast. 

"Hey dude, don't molest my wife." Paul was impressed that Mary Ann had
maintained her composure.

"Sorry, just checking. What else will she do?"

"Just about anything I want. You still can't make someone do something
against their will though. She won't let me fuck her ass." Paul smirked
when he saw Mary Ann turn red as she pretended to be in a trance.
Luckily, Peter had returned to his chair and didn't notice. "But she
does let me stick my finger up it when I'm fucking her. She also gives
me a blow job every morning. She also strips for me."

"Well her body belongs on the pole. Can you teach me that trick?"

"Probably not. The recepient must trust you completely. So it probably
wouldn't work on one of your bimbos.

"Shame. Ginger puts her under?"

"Yeah, and her real name wakes her up."

"Hey bro, why don't you make her strip for us?"

Paul looked at Peter then at his wife. Her eyes were scrunched up as if
to say, this game had gone too far. "Alright, but I'm not going to let
her strip completely. Just down to her underwear."

"Fine by me, bro."

"Ginger, I want you to do a strip tease for us."

"I can't do that in front of Peter."

"Peter, isn't here. I'm not here. You see neither of us. You are
practicing your routine just like you were in front of the tv the other
day. You will strip down to your underwear. You will not strip naked. Do
you understand?" 

"I understand," said Mary Ann after a lengthy pause.

"You will neither see nor hear Peter and I. You will ignore us
completely until I say the command phrase again. Wake up and start
stripping, Mary Ann."

Mary Ann opened her eyes and lifted her head up. She looked around,
ignoring Peter and Paul, her face set with a stoic expression. 

"Can she hear us?" asked Peter.

"Nope," replied Paul.

Mary Ann walked over to the tv, kneeled before it and pressed play on
the vcr. Mary hit fast forward skipping though the introduction. The end
of the tape was an actual stripping routine complete with loud music.
Mary Ann had gotten pretty good at the routine and was using it as a
form of excercise. She reached the part and hit play.

Mary Ann steeled herself to get through this. It wasn't natural for her
to show off her body to anyone even Paul. Her current outfit was
probably the sexiest she had ever dressed in public. Lately, showing off
for Paul had started to turn exciting. The way Peter had stared at her
in the bar had been exciting. Hell, the way every man in the bar had
stared as she entered the building had been exciting. She couldn't
believe what she was about to do. Especially considering what she was
wearing under her clothes. She had some surprises for Paul and when he
saw them, he'd probably throw Peter out immediately and rush to get to
the bedroom.

Mary Ann stood in the "at ease" stance and held her hair up with her
fingers. She walked toward the tv, then spun around passing directly
between the two men. She started dancing, swaying her hips and ass for
the men. Neither man glanced at the tv, all eyes were on her. She spun
around so that her front was facing the men. Mary Ann put her arms over
her head, stretching and arching her back. The act caused her shirt to
ride up past her belly button. Mary Ann quickly grabbed the hem and
pulled the shirt up over her head.

"Fuck," growled Peter. "That's the nicest rack I ever seen on a woman
and I'm talkng about real strippers too.

"Yeah buddy, I hit the jackpot with them."

"Big fucking nipples too. Your wife's built like a slut."

"Yep, my personal slut."

Mary Ann's bra was lacy white and very sheer. She'd bought it for Paul
tonight as a going away present. She continued dancing, swaying her
hips. Now and then she'd squeeze her breasts together. Mary Ann felt
mischevious. If she'd been doing the routine for her husband, she'd 
be practicaly in his lap now. Instead, she faced Peter and she
unbuttoned her shorts. The black man was staring intently at her zipper
sliding down. Mary Ann wiggled the shorts down her hips, then turned
around. Paul was bleary eyed, very drunk, but he was now staring at her
crotch. She then pulled the shorts down, revealing her secret to both
men.

"That's a fuckin great ass," said Peter.

Paul didn't even notice her surprise. His eyes wouldn't focus. All he
could see was that her panties matched the bra and they were very low
cut. He saw her second surprise when she turned around. Mary Ann's
gorgeous ass was bare and he suddenly regreted messing with her tonight.
She was revealing a little too much.

"Oh fuck, the sexy bitch is shaved," said Peter revealing the surprise
Paul had missed. Her skin was bare beneath the sheer panties.

"Must be my going away present. I been trying to get her to do that for
years. This is the first time she's worn a thong too."

"You a lucky man, bro."

The music stopped and Mary Ann quit dancing. She bent to retrieve her
shorts, her ass almost right in Peter's face. Suddenly Paul said,
"Ginger." She gave him a glare, but froze. She could practically feel
Peter's breath on her bare ass. "When you awaken," continued Paul, "you
will remember we're here. You will continue to wait on us. You will not
get dressed and will not realize you are in your underwear. You will act
completely normal. Wake up, Mary Ann."

"Mary Ann dropped her shorts and stood up straight. "Can I get you guys
another beer?"

"Yeah, two more," said Peter staring at her ass as she walked to the
kitchen. "I gotta go piss, bro." He headed to the bathroom.

Mary Ann came out of the kitchen with two beers. "Oh thank god. Is he
gone? I'm horny as hell." 

"He's in the bathroom."

"Jerk," she cried lightly slapping her husband. "Just what do you think
you're doing?"

"Ginger," he said grinning at her. "Come make out with me."

"Jesus, Paul, I feel so naughty." Mary Ann sat on his lap. "Hurry up and
get rid of him." They kissed passionately.

Peter came out of the bathroom. "I should get going. You two need to be
alone."

Mary Ann stood up. "I'm so embarrassed you caught us," she said turning
red, but pretending she wasn't embarrassed standing nearly nude before
the towering black man. 

"Go ahead and finish your beer, Peter." Paul stood up. "My turn to
piss." Paul stumbled as he left for the bathroom.

Mary Ann didn't want to be alone with the black man. "I'm going to tidy
up," she said grabbing the empty cans and throwing them in the bowl of
chips. She left for the kitchen.

Peter nursed his beer until Paul came back. Paul practically fell in the
chair as he sat. "Hey Mary Ann, come here," he called staring at Paul in
the chair.

Mary Ann came out of the kitchen. "Yes, Peter?" she asked aware she was
getting used to walking around nearly nude.

"Hey bro," Peter called around her. "Care if I fuck with your wife?"

"Peter!" Mary Ann was shocked.

"Ginger," said Peter. Mary Ann was stunned, but she quickly closed her
eyes and lowered her head, wondering what she had gotten herself into.
"Peter called to Paul again, "Just stop me if I go to far. Ginger, can
you hear me?"

"Yes."

"What do you want right now?"

"I want you to leave so that I can be with my husband." She hoped the
hint would cause Paul to jump in and save her.

"Why did you learn how to strip?"

"Paul wanted me to."

"Do you strip naked for him?"

"Yes."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

"Do you like showing off your sexy body?"
 
"Yes."

"What would be better then having Paul watch you strip naked?"

"I don't know."

"If you like showing off your body, then you should like showing it off
to men other then your husband. Paul is proud to have such a sexy wife.
You want your husband to be proud of you. Dance for me and remove your
bra."

"No, only for my husband."

"Open your eyes," said Peter. Mary Ann opened her eyes and stared a him.
"You don't see Peter. You see your husband Paul. You are staring at your
husband. You are alone with him. You want to strip naked for your
husband. Do you understand?"

There was no way Paul would let her strip naked. He was probably sitting
behind her waiting to jump in and stop this nonsense.
"I understand."

"Then strip naked, Mary Ann."

Mary Ann pretended to snap out of it. She smiled at the giant black man.
"Ready for the rest of the show, honey?" 

"Can't wait," said Peter, grinning.

Mary Ann started dancing again. She reached behind her. Her hands
lingered near her bra clasp. She paused waiting for Paul to jump in, but
it never came. She unclasped the bra. Her hands flew up to cover her
breasts before she revealed them to Peter. Her hands were dainty, only
covering the area around her nipples. She spun around facing away from
Peter. Mary Ann could see Paul out of the corner of her eye, but he
wasn't interfering. She bent down and reached back to pull her thong
off. That wasn't so bad since he was essentially already staring at her
bare ass.

Mary Ann stood, now completely nude. She turned holding her arm across
her breasts and her hand over her shaved crotch. She still dance,
swaying her hips. She waited for Paul to come to her rescue.

"Show them goodies, woman." Peter was growing impatient.

Mary Ann delayed a few more seconds. She closed her eyes and dropped her
arms to her sides. Her smooth crotch made her feel more naked then she
normally would of. With her eyes closed she found it easier to pretend
she was standing before her husband. Mary Ann opened her eyes and bent
to grab her underwear.

"Freeze," said Peter and Mary paused to look at him. "Ginger." Mary
stood up and put her head down. Peter continued her humilation. "Put
your hands in your hair and arch your back. Spread your stance a bit."
She obeyed, hearing his chair springs make a noise as he stood up. "Your
wife sure is a fox, buddy bro. How much did you pay for them titties?
They're perfect. They ain't real. I gotta see for myself. These real,
Ginger?" 

Mary Ann stifled a gasp as she felt huge hands on her breasts. "Yes,"
she whispered as the hands squeezed and kneaded them. His fingers
concentrated on her nipples. He tweeked and twirled them. Mary felt them
harden as he touched them. First, her thick puffy nipples, then her
entire areola hardened at his touch.
They were so swollen they were nearly painful.

Peter released one breast and concentrated on the other one. "They are
real. Mind if I taste them, buddy bro?" His lips clamped down over her
free nipple. Mary Ann stifled a whimper as his hot tongue swirled around
her nipple. She remained frozen in position as his hand left her breast.
His mouth switched to her other nipple. All her senses concentrated on
the mouth sucking on her nipple until she felt his hand slide down her
bare crotch. One finger slid between her legs and Mary Ann was
embarrassed that it found her crotch so wet for it. The finger easily
slid into her. It felt nearly as large as her husband's penis. She
whimpered and it turned into a moan. "Does that feel good, Ginger?"

"Yes." In fact, his finger was so skillfull, she felt an orgasm growing.
Mary Ann tried to stifle it feeling that an orgasm would be a betrayal
of her husband. Of course, he had yet to stop his friend. Luckily, Peter
removed his finger before the dam could burst. She remained still,
hearing the chair squeak as he sat back down. 

"Ginger, take two steps forward." Peter waited for her to obey. "Now
fall to your knees and open your eyes."

Mary Ann did and almost gasped. Peter had stripped down as he sat back
in the chair. He wasn't nude. He had opened his button down shirt and
pulled it open. His chest was very broad, with each muscle well defined.
Peter had also removd his pants. His boxers were swollen and bulged out.
Her body was nearly between his legs.

"Pull down my shorts and grab my cock."

Mary Ann gasped at the order. The bulge in Peter's boxers was so
obsenely huge, she knew he'd be a lot bigger then Paul. "No, I can't do
it. This isn't right."

"Ginger, you are kneeling before your husband. When you look at me, you
will see Paul. When you hear me you will hear Paul."

"Paul?" said Mary Ann giving a last plea for her husband to stop this
madness. And she did hear Paul, she heard a snore. He'd passed out some
time ago. 

"Yes, I am Paul," continued Peter. "I am leaving tomorrow and you're
preparing to give me the best going away present you can think of.
You're going to give me the best blow job of 
your life. You are eager to please your husband and will do anything I
say. Now wake up and get to work, Mary Ann."

Mary Ann was trapped and she knew it. She could refuse to do it, tell
Peter the truth and be humiliated for dancing nude for him. Not to
mention, letting him finger her and suck her nipples. Or she could just
go through with this and pretend she didn't know what she was doing.
Mary Ann reached up and put her hands on his knees.

It was almost funny, pretending the giant black man was her husband
Paul. Mary Ann slid one hand up his leg and grasped the bulge beneath
his shorts. She frowned at it's size.

"What's wrong, honey?" asked Peter.

"You feel a lot bigger then normal, Paul." Mary Ann found herself
loosening up a little. In a strange way this was fun.

"Lets play a game, Mary Ann."

"Sure, honey. I love games." Mary Ann was frowning now as she slid her
hand up the shaft. 
This had to be some kind of joke. There was no way Peter's penis could
be that big.

"You know how I told you about Peter's big black cock?"

"Uh.. no."

"Sure you do. I've showered with Peter and he has this massive black
cock that makes mine look like a little white worm. I want you to
pretend I'm Peter." 

"That's strange, dear." May Ann squeezed the end of Peter's cock. It was
as hard as a billiard ball.

"Don't you want to make me happy? It'll be fun. Pretend I'm Peter.
You're reachng in to grab Peter's giant black cock. Take it out honey,
see how big a real man's cock looks like."

Mary Ann reached into the boxers. "Oh my god Paul... Peter, you cock
feels so big and hard."
It was hot too. 

"Look at your first black cock, you little white slut."

Mary Ann pulled it out and was awed by what she saw. She actually pulled
her hand away from it in fear and the big cock smacked down against
Peter's hard stomach. "Good god almighty."

"Hurry up and start sucking slut. We don't want your husband to wake
up." Peter lifted his hips and pushed his shorts down.

Mary Ann gazed a Peter's huge black balls. Each was as big as one of her
fists. Paul's entire scrotum didn't match one of Peter's testicles. She
reached out and grasped the base of his shaft. It actually strained her
to pull it up off his stomach. The head looked strange. It was wrinkly
with no helmet. The pee slit peeked out from from the wrinkles. She
jerked the shaft down and she watched as the head emerged from the
wrinkles. She'd never seen an uncircumsized penis before, but guessed
that was the reason the head looked so different from her husband's. Of
course, the head that emerged from the foreskin was very different from
her husband's. Where Paul's penis head was the size of a grape, a little
smaller then the shaft, Peter's was much wider then an already thick
shaft. It was as large as a small apple and it looked as hard.

"Well, it's waiting."

Mary Ann tentativley pulled the huge black cock down towards her mouth.
"I've never seen a cock this big before, Peter," she said loudly. Mary
Ann hoped her husband had woken up and would put a stop to this, but no
intervention came. She started by sticking her tongue out and running it
around the hard, swollen head. The tip had emerged fully from the
foreskin now. The crown was flared and pronounced. Her tongue followed
it around, circling the big head, then her tongue licked up and over the
tip. The pee slit was now leaking copious amounts of precum. She tasted
another man's fluids for the first time.

"Why don't you start by licking my balls. Then you can work your way
up."

Mary Ann moved farther down between his legs. She was amazed his cock
was as long as her head. Mary Ann started licking one of his testicles.
The black man's testicles were each larger then Paul's entire scrotum.
They matched the huge cock well and she wondered at the sperm they would
produce. She licked his second testicle. It was unpleasant as they were
hairy, but they smelled nice. Peter had apparently anticipated getting a
blow job tonight from his date. His entire crotch smelled fresh and
clean. Thank god for little favors. 

Mary Ann pulled back to pick a hair out of her mouth. She returned to
his balls and started licking up the underside of his cock to avoid his
hairy crotch. The base of the shaft was thick with a large prominent
vein running up it's length.

"You know, honey," said Peter. "How would you like to try the real
thing? I'm going to be gone a long time. I could tell Peter to come over
and keep you company until he leaves."

Warning bells went off in Mary Ann's head. "I couldn't do that, Paul.
It's morally wrong and the idea of making love to any man but you is
repugnant to me." She hadn't considered, she'd be at Peter's mercy for a
month until the black man left. She'd be a virtual slave to his whims.
The thought sent a shudder through her body, but fresh fluid suddenly
coated her vagina.

"I didn't say you could quit licking, woman." Peter waited until she
returned to the base of his cock. Mary Ann, you wouldn't be making love
to Peter. You'd be fucking him. Imagine getting your brains fucked out
by a giant black cock."

Mary Ann shuddered again at the coarse language, but it seemed
appropriate to the situation. "No," she murmered licking farther up his
shaft.

"It would make me very happy. I want you to do it."

Mary Ann closed her eyes as her tongue once again approached the big
knobby cock head.
"I will do it." she said. All she'd have to do is avoid Peter for a
month. Even better, she could 
pretend Paul had removed her hypnotic commands. "Anything to make you
happy, Paul." She smiled slyly as she licked back up over the crown.

"Geat now lets get back into character. "Time to start sucking that
black cock, bitch. Just imagine what it would feel like shoved in that
white pussy of yours."

Mary Ann's vagina gave a little spasm as if it liked the idea. The
situation had her horny and it made her feel like a slut. She took the
entire cockhead into her mouth and couldn't help wondering what it would
feel like in her pussy. No woman could take this monster in her, but
according to Paul, Peter never lacked for dates.

Sucking the big cockhead sure was a lot different then sucking her
husband's little penis and she now did consider it little. Paul's penis
she could swallow whole, the head just tickled the inside on her throat,
but Peter's head alone seemed to fill her entire mouth. Mary Ann
couldn't help gagging as the tip entered her throat.
  
"Way to get into character, honey," laughed Peter. Sucking a a real
man's cock would make you gag. Swallow that black cock, beeyutch." Peter
laughed again while Mary Ann struggled to take the thick cockhead in her
throat.

Mary Ann did manage to take some of it without gagging. She had to
settle for sucking on five or six inches while jerking off the rest.
Peter quit laughing and ended up making little upwards thrusts with his
hips, grunting with each thrust. One large black hand cupped the back of
her head and helped guide her. The hand controlled her speed, sometimes
urging her to swallow another inch or so, sometimes holding her still
with half his cock buried in her throat. After an impressive amount of
time, Peter's cock began to swell. His hands urged her to suck faster.
Eventually, he held her still. His cock began pumping and she could feel
his seed striking the deepest recesses of her throat. Peter pulled his
still squirting cock out of her throat and sperm filled her mouth. She
swallowed just as Peter pulled his cock all the way out and shot a final
wad at her face. Mary Ann thought he was done, but the black man bent
his cock down and squeezed more semen out of his shaft, rubbing it
against her nipples.

"Nice, baby," said Peter. "Is there any beer left?"

"I believe there's one left, Paul."

"Go clean up, then get me the beer." Peter spanked her ass as she stood
up and passed him. Mary Ann gave a little jump as his hand made contact. 

Mary Ann entered the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. "Wow,
can that black man cum," she said looking at the mess on her face.
She cleaned her face and the sperm coating her nipples. Satisfied with
her looks, Mary decided to end this game right now. She'd leave the
bathroom and pretend nothing had happened. Of course, her clothes were
still in the living room. Nude, she walked out and smiled at the black
man. "Hi Peter, I didn't know you were still here."

"Must of fallen asleep."

"Hey, I think there's one beer left. Want it?"

"Sure, " said Peter following her into the kitchen. "Doesn't anything
seem strange to you?"

"Nope. Why?" Mary Ann fetched the beer out of the refridgerator and
opened it for Peter."

"We're both nude."

Mary Ann blinked like she was waking up from a trance. "Oh my god, you
are nude!" She stared at his crotch as if seeing it for the first 
time. "And you're cock is huge. It's so big and black." She also noticed
that it was rising to half mast again. "What's going on?" She covered
her nipples with her arm and her crotch with her hand. "Get out or I'll
call Paul." Mary Ann was having fun with this game until...

"Ginger."
 
Mary Ann stood up and dropped her arms. Her head hung down towards her
chest. Yes, this game had been fun, but it could get dangerous. She
tried to keep from moaning as Peter's fingers started tweaking her
nipples. His hands slid down her breasts to her waist. His grip
tightened and she felt herself being lifted. Her ass came to rest on the
kitchen counter. Peter pulled her legs open and moved between them. Her
body jerked as the thick head of his cock came to rest right on the
opening of her vagina. Their crotches were perfectly lined up to fuck.
"What's going on," she whispered trying to push Peter off her.

"Nothing," said Peter in her ear. "You're having a fantasy. Pretending
to suck on Peter's big black cock earlier made you horny. Now you're
pretending you're about to get fucked by his big black cock." As he
spoke his cockhead was getting lubricated with her juices as it nudged
against her. "You know that Peter could give you the best fuck of your
life. You crave getting fucked by his big black cock. What do you crave,
Ginger?"

"I crave getting fucked by Peter's big black cock," whispered Mary Ann
as her pussy stretched wide open around his cockhead.

"Gawd damn, that's one tight hot pussy," groaned Peter as a little more
of his cock pushed in. "If I'd known you were this hot, I'd of fucked
you a long time ago. How long have you fantacized about getting some
black
dick?"

"Never," said Mary Ann through gritted teeth. 
Her pussy was so stretched there was far more discomfort then pleasure.
As Peter pushed past the halfway point, her hands came up to his hard
stomach and pushed back.

"Wrong Ginger, you've fantacized about black dick your whole life."
Peter held back from pushing more in, letting her get used to his size.
Eventually her dainty little hands quit pushing against him. They slid
around and grabbed his waist. "Getting fucked by a black man is what
you've always wanted. Tell me what you want."

Mary Ann's pussy was getting used to his size.
She found herelf raising her crotch into his thrusts. "I w-want to get
f-fucked by a black cock."

"What's happening, Ginger."

"I'm going to c-cum." It was going to be a big one too, possibly the
biggest ever. Peter's cock was pure pleasure now. It was like it had
been designed for her pussy. He finally buried his entire cock in her
and just as the orgasm was about to break, he yanked it out. "No," she
begged.

"Fuck." Peter was ducking under the counter.

Paul had woken up. He stumbled into the kitchen not seeing anyone. Peter
ducked out past him. Mary Ann jumped off the counter just as her husband
brushed past, grabbed the waistbasket, and loudly regurgitated into it.

Mary Ann quickly left the kitchen and found Peter standing before her
halfway dressed.
"Ginger, hurry and bend over the couch. I can fuck you real quick."

Mary Ann was on her way to the couch when Paul cried out for her.
"Honey!"
 
"Ginger," said Peter. She froze, closed her eyes, and held her head
down. Peter took
her hand and placed it on his cock as he finished buttoning his shirt.
"Open you eyes and look at my cock. You love that black cock. You need
that black cock. You want to fuck and suck that big black cock. If Paul
trys to fuck you before he leaves, you will pretend you're fucking
Peter's black cock as Paul cannot satisfy you. 

"Mary Ann," came Paul's forlorn cry from the kitchen as he threw up
again.

"You will remember tonight as a vivid dream that made you horny. Horny
for big black cock.
You will stay horny until you get the big black cock that you crave. Now
wake up and go help your husband, Mary Ann."

Peter left as he finished speaking and a very
confused and frustrated Mary Ann entered the kitchen to help her drunk
husband.

To be continued.


  
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