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Sandy's Day in Church (MF, wife, intr, nc)
By Arc Light (anon address)

***

Sandy Jenkins and her husband Jim had attended the small Baptist 
church for all their lives. They had been married in the church 
only four years ago; four years of a very frustrating and 
unsatisfying marriage for the beautiful blonde wife of only twenty 
four. Her husband is impressively endowed with nearly four inches 
of manhood. And that manhood cannot reach the deep womb of the 
passionate and unfulfilled young wife.

However, this Sunday will change the couple forever. As Sandy 
dresses for church, she wickedly pulls the white silk hose up her 
long tanned legs and snaps them to the thin white garter belt. 
Seductively, she smiles at her devoted and doting husband and 
feels the beginnings of her deep and unrelenting frustration, as 
she observes his under powered manhood start to stiffen and form a 
small and unimpressive tent in the front of his white boxer 
shorts.

Sandy turns, and pulls the white silk blouse over her small but 
perfect pear shaped breasts. Her nipples harden; but she knows 
deep down that even if her husband attempts to satisfy her needs 
she will remain unfulfilled, frustrated, and have the deep 
simmering anger fester deep inside her tight perfect body.
Jim rises and covers the short distance between them. He reaches 
around her back and gently caresses her tight nipples. Quickly, 
Sandy grabs his hands and harshly reprimands her now aroused 
husband, "Don't. You will only fail again and shoot that 
disgusting dribble in me. Besides we will be late for church."
Rebuffed; Again; Jim angrily turns and walks back to the closet, 
where he selects his well worn suit to accompany his beautiful 
wife to the small Baptist church.

The two sit silently as their car slowly makes it to the church on 
this beautiful sunny spring day. Fighting boredom, they trudge to 
the pew where they always sit. The white congregation in the 
middle class suburb of Biloxi, Mississippi are mostly bored. 
However, that boredom is nearly always broken when Sandy Hunter 
makes her way down the long aisle. Her sexy walk, and her short 
white summer dress catch nearly everyone's attention; both men and 
women alike.

The young seemingly perfect couple absently wait for the Minister 
to arrive, to deliver another one of his exceedingly boring and 
useless sermons. Just as the Minister arrives, a young powerfully 
black man takes a seat next to the petite young housewife. At 
first she is startled; normally her husband and her have the 
second pew to themselves as everyone else is too embarrassed to 
sit with them.

The young black, however, is not too embarrassed. In fact, as he 
sits down, he drips of supreme arrogance. He brazenly looks at the 
white silk covered knees and six inches of delightful thigh flesh 
of the stunning housewife. Unconsciously, she draws closer to her 
previously useless husband. The action is noticeable and Jerome, 
the young black man smiles at the surprised housewife. She returns 
his smile with a smirk and raises her nose, as she turns towards 
the stuttering dribble from the bored Minister.

Sandy has heard the rumors about the arrogant Black. She has heard 
about the three white wives that he has "had his way with". In 
fact, one of the women, who is in her church circle, confided in 
Sandy how the black seduced her; or more correctly forcefully 
implanted his seed deep within her willing womb. The two women had 
talked on many occasions..... primarily about the fact that their 
own husbands were totally unable to arouse passion; unable to even 
marginally complete their husbandly duties. What stuck in Sandy's 
overwrought mind was the fact that her friend had described in 
great and loving detail the passion; no the unbridled raw lust 
that the black had unleashed on her ravished body.

Her friend had told her that the black had called her at work; and 
"ordered" her to go shopping for erotic lingerie and meet him at 
one of the seedier hotels in the black section of Biloxi. 

Tearfully, her friend had told her that although it was against 
everything she believed in.......... she had succumbed. Succumbed 
to the large and powerful black cock and the domineering black 
master who owned it. Succumbed to the pleasure and ecstasy that 
the masterful cocksman had pleasured her with. She related to 
Sandy that the black had totally conquered her; and made her his 
black cum slut. She could not resist his pleasure giving 
appendage.......

Sandy was shocked when her white married friend described in 
detail the debauchery that she was forced to endure at the hands 
of her black master. Her black master had totally captured her 
mind, thoughts and tight white body. She had told Sandy of last 
week-end when she was forced to dress a total fuck slut and 
accompany her black master to Birmington where she was the 
entertainment for nearly a dozen of the black's business 
associates.

When Sandy felt she could no longer be shocked her friend had 
dropped the next bombshell. Sandy was told that her friend's 
husband was forced to act as the maid when the black came to 
visit...... to wear a bow tie...... and nothing else. After the 
black has filled his wife with black creme, he is then ordered to 
drop to his knees; clean the black weapon; and then suck his 
wife's pussy chamber of the ample deposit of the black's 
discharge.

As the sermon drags on the Black continues to brazenly stare at 
the young beauty and Sandy becomes overly self conscious. She 
fidgets and the squirming pushes the already short skirt higher 
and higher exposing more of her delightful warm flesh. She feels 
her nipples harden and her breathing becomes more and more 
labored. She allows her tongue to caress her lips and her eyes 
drop to the black's dark loose trousers. Startled, she can see the 
outline of his long hard cock creeping down his inner thigh 
reaching ever downward.

Sandy gasps as her mind estimates the girth and length of the huge 
man weapon. "It must be nearly eleven inches in length and the 
size of her forearm," she imagined.

Sandy could feel her outer lips become dew coated. Her white satin 
panties were becoming soaked and she suddenly felt light headed. 
And then... ........ her eyes made contact with the black man. He 
caught her in the act of staring at his crotch and her face became 
emerged in a deep crimson blush.

Sandy quickly looks away...... As she consciously avoids eye 
contact with the black; her eyes catch the intense stare of her 
friend and her husband from across the church. She can see the 
frightened and anxious eyes and then quickly look away when she 
gains eye contact......... Sandy's emotions are racing. Can she 
secretly crave the long black weapon only an arm's length away.
How could she ever face her husband again if she allowed her 
carnal needs to take precedent over her marriage vows? How?
As her mind raced; as her emotions seemed to over power her; as 
her pussy lips became coated with their sweet smelling coating she 
had made the decision.

Although her decision had been made she had not reconciled how she 
was going to implement it. She had to be careful; although her 
husband could not satisfy her needs with his undersized and under 
powered white boy penis she did not want to cause him pain. She 
was certain that he could never cope with another man .......... 
especially a virile black man to enter his precious wife.

She continued to struggle with the conflicts racing throughout her 
mind; and throughout her overheated body. Turning her head to face 
the black, she let her tongue slip between her brightly coated 
lips. When their eyes met she lowered them to her lap. Knowing 
that the black's eyes had followed hers, she innocently parted her 
tightly clasped knees and allowed the short white summer dress to 
rise even more, exposing the tender white silk thighs. She felt 
warm on this cool spring day as she continued to tease the 
muscular black man only ten inches away. She felt her chamber 
start leaking its precious fluid and felt as she was rapidly 
approaching a mind shattering climax and then...

Mercifully, the sermon finally concluded.

As several of Jim's co-workers workers filed past, Jim whispered 
in Sandy's ear that he needed to talk to a colleague. Sandy, 
realizing what he had just told her, tried to grab him as he rose. 
Her reflexes were far too slow in her aroused and agitated state.
She fell back in the pew feeling totally abandoned. As she 
dejectedly turned, the black had slid over and was nearly touching 
her overheated body. "Lose the wimp. I'll wait for you in my car; 
it's around back........."

She silently stared at his dark and menacing face attempting to 
understand what he had just told her. As she tried to comprehend 
what she had just been told, she feels his strong hand grasp her 
breast and give it a firm feel. Smiling, Jerome, turns and walks 
out of the church. His open fondling was not seen by anyone other 
than Sandy, and her friend, who sits quivering in the pew looking 
at the arrogant black walk down the aisle.

Sandy desperately longs for sensible reasoning to return to her 
aroused body and overwrought mind. She sinks back into the hard 
wooden pew and searches for her husband who is totally absorbed in 
conversation with one of his business colleagues. Sensible 
reasoning loses out to hot passion.

Sandy gracefully pulls her tight desirable body up and smoothes 
her scrunched up tight white dress. She walks down the aisle of 
the crowded church searching for an excuse to tell her husband. As 
she walked up the aisle she noticed that her friend had already 
hurriedly left.

"Jim, I am going with Phyllis and Andy. I will be home before 
supper.

Love......" she softly told her husband.

Jim merely nodded, not paying any more attention today than was 
normal. He was too self absorbed in his own importance to notice 
his wife quickly depart out the back door.

The sun was bright and warm as she exited the back door. Sandy 
quickly reached for her sun glasses to cut the glare and 
mercifully seen the black seated in his 1967 White Mustang 
Convertible. The engine was running and she walked to the 
passenger side with a puzzled look on her face. "What was she 
doing, she continually asked herself? How could she leave a place 
of worship and plan to commit adultery with this arrogant black?"

Standing by the door, she looked at the black as if to ask why he 
wasn't getting out to open the door as her husband Jim would do.
"GIT IN," came the response.

The arrogant attitude cut thought the charade. This wasn't a 
date............. This was pure unadulterated dominance; a trait 
that the black was a master at. He broke the white women from the 
very first moment. He understood that once his black cock had 
tunneled its long hard thickness into the tight and yielding 
womanhood that the illusion of romance would be over.

Hesitantly Sandy reached for the door handle; pulled the door open 
and slid into the white leather bucket seat. As she made her 
entrance her dress rose up her long silk covered thighs but she 
made no attempt at pulling the cloth of the skirt down. Thinking 
to herself that she would play with the black to enact a small 
degree of revenge for his recent slight, she embarked on a very 
dangerous game. A game where the black had never lost.......... A 
game in which Sandy had never before played.

The car sped away..............

The black smiled. Yes........ This was the one. The one that he 
was searching for..................

The warm wind blew through Sandy's long blonde hair and she felt 
alive as the car sped through the open countryside. Neither of the 
two spoke for nearly ten minutes.

The black was the first. Turning he gave his first command, 
"Unbutton the top three buttons of your dress."

Sandy quickly digested the command. And then smiling she nimbly 
undid the top three buttons, and when completed parted her dimpled 
knees just slightly. Turning to the black she almost mockingly 
stated, "Did you think that I wouldn't?"

Sandy felt daring as she toyed with the black. What she didn't 
understand is that you don't toy with a Cobra. A dangerous Cobra 
that is about to spring.

The black looked at the beautiful white wife seated next to him. 
The wind was playing havoc with her dress and he observed the 
small but perky breasts and nipples. The white silk bra was tight 
against the hardening nipples. The blood was running into the tips 
and causing them to become rock hard against the smooth cloth.
"Where are we going?" Sandy finally asks.

"I'm taking you to the lake. It's where I take teasing white wives 
and give them their first taste of black cock." the black answers 
matter-of-factly.

The sharpness and directness of the answer catches Sandy by 
surprise. She leans back in the comfortable leather seat and 
quietly contemplates what she has set in motion.

The sleek car finally arrives at the remote section of the tree 
shaded lake and slides to a complete halt. The black opens his 
door and starts walking to the water's edge.

Sandy, suddenly tense and agitated meekly follows the blacks lead. 
As she approaches the black, she has buttoned up her dress and 
regaining her sense of morality quietly speaks, "I've changed my 
mind. I want you to take me back to the church. I will have my 
husband pick me up there."

Not turning to face the beautiful wife, Jerome merely gives his 
next command, "Take your dress off. I am ready to fuck you now 
bitch !"

"I guess you didn't hear me. I am ordering you to take me back to 
the church. I have no intention of having sex with you. You will 
do what I tell you or I'll call my husband and I assure you, you 
will regret it, when he meets up with you. Do you understand?" 
Sandy arrogantly commands.

The rage is boiling in Jerome as he hears his latest acquisition 
give HIM orders. Controlling his anger, he quickly turns and spins 
placing himself between the car and Sandy. The rapid movement 
startles Sandy and she stumbles into the cold water of the lake's 
edge. She is still wearing her white four inch heels and the water 
comes up to her calves. Jerome walks one menacing step towards 
Sandy, who backs up even more with the water coming to nearly to 
her knees. The water is extremely cold and she starts shivering; 
desperately wanting to exit the cold lake. Her heels dig into the 
soft sand bottom. She has quickly determined that the upper hand 
has shifted; and not to her favor.

"I told you to strip your dress off. I want to see that pasty 
white body of yours before I plant my seed," reiterates the black 
master. As he finishes his command, he unbuckles his think black 
leather belt.

Sandy begs with her eyes. Her lips tremble from the 
cold............ Her lips tremble from the anticipation.

Her delicate fingers find the eyelet of the button hole and gently 
slip the button from its secure place. Each button in turn is 
unfastened. After several minutes the dress falls open from it's 
own weight.

The black feels a quick hardening as he sucks in the beauty of the 
trembling white wife in the cold lake water. The coldness has 
caused her nipples to harden even more and goose pimples coat her 
tight and firm body. Jerome steps back and with his index finger 
motions for her to exit the lake.

Her eyes lowered Sandy makes her way the several feet to the dry 
warm sand. She is only six inches away from the muscular black and 
feels his muscular hands slide the dress from her thin shoulders. 

The dress falls to the sand and Sandy keeps her eyes 
lowered............. She cannot look the black master in the eyes.
"You disobeyed me. Get on your hands and knees. You will be 
punished for your indiscretion........." orders the black..

Sandy starts to protest; but then meekly turns and drops to her 
knees. She hears the belt being pulled from its loops. Although 
she is still looking at the ground, she can sense as Jerome falls 
to his knees behind her. She feels his hands grip her at the 
waist......... His thumbs and finger insert itself in her white 
satin panties................. The panties are slowly; so very 
slowly are dragged down her tight butt.

"Are you ready?" the black questions.

Sandy's mind reels; "Is she ready for what? A brutal beating? The 
deep insertion of black cock? Or?????

"Yes," came the meek response.

Jerome shifts.......... The first smack is on Sandy's precious 
right ass cheek. Jerome uses his hand. The punishment spanking 
takes nearly ten minutes and when completed Sandy's tight ass buns 
are a bright crimson. There are small cuts and bruises and Sandy 
is begging for the punishment to stop.

"Don't ever question my orders again Mrs. Jenkins," came the 
casual directive.

Without thinking Sandy quickly answers, "I won't Master." After 
the response Sandy's mind reacts; "Master?" How could that 
response been so immediate?

Sandy turns and sees that the Black is completely naked. Her eyes 
quickly focus on the huge manhood; only partially erect but 
reaching half way down his leg. She gasps as she contemplates the 
size when the manhood becomes truly angry.

Jerome senses the fear; the anticipation of the young white 
housewife. His anger has subsided and now he craves the next 
chapter of the book of domination.

"Suck IT," the order is direct and there is no room for 
mistake.

Still awestruck, Sandy rises to her knees and lovingly cradles the 
huge black cock. Her fingers find the peach size nuts hanging 
below the long black hardening cock. She brings the purple head to 
her lips and sucks the large organ into her mouth. Her tongue 
finds the pre cum and licks it off. As the tip is inserted into 
her warm oral chamber, her tongue caresses each part as she pays 
homage to the black manhood.

Sandy feels the tip grow within her mouth. Jerome merely stands 
with his legs apart and allows the young housewife to lovingly 
suck his hard black manhood deeper and deeper into her wet and 
warm oral crevice. Her delicate fingers lovingly caress his nut 
sack bringing them to a boil.

"You will swallow. Do not let any juice escape. When I shoot you 
will look into my eyes. I want to see your pretty married face 
when I fill your mouth with my spunk," came the now undisputed 
command.

Sandy had no intention of letting the spunk escape. She increased 
her suction and her hands tightened on the large black nut sacks. 
The eruption came suddenly and violently and she strained to keep 
all the precious man fluid to herself. As soon as the first blast 
hit the back of her throat, she obediently looked up from her 
knees into the mocking face of her new owner. As each scorching 
blast pelted her throat her eyes grew larger and she frantically 
sucked harder. At long last the discharge was complete and she 
momentarily fell back on her haunches only to be reminded of her 
raw and tender ass cheeks. She rebounded quickly and grasped the 
muscular black by the back of his thighs.

Sandy had released her mouth from the woman pleasing black cock 
but it still dripped it's sticky rope like spunk. The end of the 
rope caught Sandy's face and as she fell away the string of man 
cum followed her face.

Jerome looked down admirably to his latest conquest. The white 
housewife with her face streaked with cum was ready to start her 
training. He stroked his cock of the last vestiges of emission and 
let the spunk fall on Sandy's contorted face.

"Are you on birth control Mrs. Jenkins?" Jerome softly asked.

"The pill makes me sick. I make my husband wear a condom," Sandy 
honestly answers.

"You are now mine. You will not allow him to fuck you with his 
pathetic little white boy cock. If he follows my dictates I may 
allow him to clean you after I service you. Do you understand?" 
questions Jerome.

Sandy, kneeling in the warm sand with her pussy lips throbbing 
silently nods her head.

Sandy looks up to her master and pleadingly begs, "Will you fuck 
me Master?"

A large sneer envelops Jerome's face. "Not today........ I will 
call you when I feel like it. I have a date with Phyllis later 
this afternoon. Andy needs another session in humility and I 
promised Phyllis a reward.............. For You."

After Jerome dressed, he slowly walked back to his car with Sandy 
obediently following her master. She has forfeited her bra and 
panties. Discretely, she has removed her white silk hose. The 
tears would be a give away.......... Her mind is rapidly 
contemplating how to tell Jim.................


Sandy slides in beside Jerome and starts to button her dress. 
Jerome turns his stare to the beautiful white housewife and the 
stern look alone forces Sandy to drop her hands to her side. The 
top three buttons of the white summer dress remain open and 
exposes her small pert breasts to the Black's dark eyes. The cool 
spring day has caused the nipples to harden and Sandy squirms 
uncomfortably in the white leather seat. Her ass cheeks still burn 
from the harsh spanking she received at the hands of the black. 
Her mind vows to not disobey him again, as she tries to find a 
comfortable position.

The ride along the country lanes is silent. Jerome does not want 
to be bothered with idle prattle and Sandy tries to adjust to the 
new rules of her life. Never in her twenty four years has she ever 
been totally dominated by a man; especially one of color. 

Absently, she turns and takes in his six foot four inch solid 
muscular body. Her gaze then drops to his lap; under his loose 
fitting dress pants, rests the black monster that has only invaded 
her mouth. Her mind recalls the huge hard black steel rod as it 
forced it's way down her delicate throat and discharged a 
seemingly unending torrent of hot man creme.

Her mind drifts away and in the next instant it appears that she 
had arrived at her house. Her hands unconsciously come to the top 
of her dress and then she remembered the black's admonishment. She 
lets her hands fall to her side and she makes her way to the front 
door. She could feel her neighbor's eyes follow each step as the 
black casually followed along behind her. When she reached the 
door, she opened it and stepped inside the lavish great room.

Her husband, sitting in a large chair become somewhat befuddled. 
His beautiful wife stepped into the room with her dress partially 
undone with her bare breasts thrusting against the cloth and 
making their charms known. Only after several moments, did he see 
Jerome behind his wife and he suddenly arose and walked over to 
where they stood.

"What the hell is going on Sandy?" questioned the irate husband. 
He was still in his puzzled state and could not comprehend the 
current situation.

"It's really quite simple. I saw your wife at church and concluded 
that she needed a real man; since you were such a dip shit it was 
really very easy to make your wife mine," stated Jerome matter-of-
factly.

Rage boiled within Jim and he closed the distance between himself 
and the large muscular black. "I have a mind to give your black 
ass a thorough thrashing you fucking prick," he stated, as he 
waved his fist.

Jerome, merely stared through his dark eyes at the irate husband. 
Unbeknownst to the people in the small suburb, Jerome had a 
Masters Degree in Psychology and realized he was quickly gaining 
an advantage over the irate and humiliated husband.

Jim came to a sudden halt when Jerome refused to give ground. He 
realized that his five foot eleven inch, one hundred sixty pound 
frame would not fare well against Jerome's six feet four inch two 
hundred frame of iron. Rather meekly, given the circumstances, he 
then sort of whimpered, "I want you to leave my house."

Jerome became amused at the rapid developments and moved quickly 
to gain dominance over the now frightened husband.

"I was going over to Phyliss' and Andy's this evening but I think 
I might stay here and breed Sandy. That is if you don't mind me 
sticking my cock deep into your wife's belly MR. JENKINS?" Jerome 
stated in a mocking attitude.

"I, ............. Please just leave.......... I want you to leave 
now....." continued the broken husband.

"Take down your pants," countered Jerome.

Jerome could tell by the frightened hallow looks in the husband's 
eyes that he was broken. He wanted to continue while Sandy was 
present; while she was present to observe the total deflation of 
her husband.

Sandy, anxious and tense merely stood to the side of her husband; 
and her new black lover. Jim has always been over bearing and 
boastful and now, face to face with a muscular black man was 
backing down. Not only, was he backing down but Sandy could detect 
the fear and trepidation in his shattered voice.

"You were told to remove your pants white boy," continued Jerome. 
Turning to the trembling man's wife, he made a simple statement, 
"Show you husband what happens when he disobeys me."

Her eyes wide, and her mouth gaping, Sandy slowly turns and with 
her back to the two men bends and the waist and grabs the hem of 
her short dress. As she bends her reddened and swollen ass cheeks 
leap into view. Even though it has been several hours since her 
spanking, her beautiful ass still shines bright red from her 
disobedience.

Jim, the husband is in a total state of shock. He tries to focus 
his mind on what has transpired in the last few moments. He feels 
the black grasp his belt and start to unclasp the buckle. 

Immediately his hands grasp the larger and stronger hands of the 
black.

Jerome merely looks into his face and Jim's hands slide away. The 
black continues to roughly undo the belt. When the belt is pulled 
from its loops, he reaches for the clasp and roughly pulls the 
eyelet apart and unzips the shivering husband. Once the zipper has 
been pulled down the pants fall to the floor. Only then does Jim 
look into the Black's face.

"Take your underpants off," comes the direct and complete 
command.

"I, ah..........." Jim hesitates and stammers.

Jerome bores down with his intense stare and the broken white 
husband meekly pulls down the white briefs. He lets them fall to 
the bunched up suit pants around his ankle.

"Put your hands behind your back and clasp them. You put them in 
front of you without my permission and I will break every finger 
you fucking wimp." orders Jerome.

Jim meekly complies like a terrified rabbit and absently looks 
over to Sandy whose face has a mask of horror. The complete 
dominance; complete degradation of her husband in so short a time 
has totally overwhelmed the nearly naked wife.

The white husband's attention is again gained when the black fills 
his hand with the shriveled and shrinking manhood hanging between 
his legs. The sudden and harsh contact brings a little tear to his 
eyes.

"No wonder your wife needs a man. You don't have enough manhood to 
tickle a six year old girl." Jerome then looks over at the distraught
wife, "When was the last time this little boy satisfied you?"

Sandy, her voice trembling merely sobs, "Jim has had a hard time 
keeping himself hard........" her voice quietly fades.
"Little boy, you best keep out of my way," Jerome states; and 
reiterates his order by forcefully squeezing the sensitive but 
completely flaccid white organ.

"Listen up.... both of you. I plan to move in here with you two so 
that I can properly breed the mare," Jerome states in a forceful 
voice. Looking at Jim, who is on his tiptoes trying to relieve the 
strain on his scrotum, Jerome asks the simple question, "You don't 
mind if a breed your wife do you white boy?"

Jim, about to lose control of his bladder quietly sobs the obvious 
answer, "No..........."

"When you speak to me you will address me as Daddy," simply states 
the dominating black man.

Still firmly in control of the husband's jewels, Jerome turns and 
gives Sandy her next instructions, "Go clean yourself. Put on 
something sexy and come to me when you are ready to have my bury 
my cock in that tight pussy of yours."

Sandy, glances quickly at her husband and turns to leave. She 
hurriedly makes her way up to the martial bedroom to comply with 
her instructions.

Both of the men's eyes follow the sexy creature as she makes her 
departure. Disgustedly, Jerome looks into the husband's face and 
releasing his grip on the man's cock and nuts, leisurely walks 
over to the sofa and gracefully spreads his large muscular body 
into its deep cushions.

Jim doesn't turn but meekly asks his captor, "I have to pee. May I 
go to the bathroom?"

Amused, and wanting to continue the drama, Jerome forcefully 
answers, "No. You have to pee, you do it where you stand."
The husband merely tightens his groin muscles and stands in the 
middle of the room in agony.

"Your wife sucks cock like a pro. I may put her out on the street 
after I get tired of her. By the way Jim, have you ever fucked her 
in the ass?" continues the black tormentor.

Facing away from his tormentor and looking at the stairs Jim 
merely answers a sobbing, "No...... "

"I bet your wife's ass is tighter than a garden hose. After I get 
her tight little pussy stretched I'll stick her with my woman 
trainer. It's obvious that the little noodle you pack would never 
bother her. Why would a woman as pretty as your wife stick with 
such a fucking loser like you wimp ass ?" comments Jerome.

The constant humiliation brings moisture to the eyes of the grown 
man. His mind reels at the onslaught. His bladder begs for relieve 
but he continues to strain to hold it in.

After what seems an eternity Sandy yells from the up stairs 
bedroom, "I'm coming down."

As the beautiful wife makes her way gracefully down the stairs she 
captures the attention of both of the men. Her husband, straining 
to control his bladder, has a look of disbelief on his face. His 
eyes are wide open as he captures the total beauty of his wife. 

She is clad in a black leather mini skirt with dark hose. Her legs 
are covered with her black four inch knee high boots and she is 
wearing a short black leather vest exposing her tight rippled 
stomach. She has over applied her make up and her lips are painted 
a bright red.

Sandy does not make eye contact with her husband but walks by him 
and stands in front of her black master who is sitting on the 
sofa. She does not look down but continues to look straight ahead.
"Spread....... " was his only word.

Sandy obediently spreads her legs still looking straight forward. 
The black leans forward and places his large hand on the inside of 
her ankle. His hand slowly made it's way up the inside of her leg. 
He takes his time and lets his hand go up and down the inside of 
the thigh; his fingers resting on the lip of the leather boots. As 
they travel up her tight leg he feels the soft texture of the 
expensive hose. A gasp escapes Sandy's lips as she feels the 
strong forceful finger make contact with her warm flesh above the 
tops of her hose.

Her tongue coats her lips when the finger rubs the throbbing orb. 
Jerome smiles; his new plaything had not worn panties. Yes, Mrs. 
Sandy Jenkins will be very trainable. She is complying with his 
wishes and he has yet to mount her. Once she enjoys his long black 
cock she will be his forever.

Sandy lets her eyes close as the black man manipulates her 
sensitive love bud. Her juices start to flow and coat his fingers.
"Go tell your husband that I am going to fuck you," Jerome 
orders.

"Yes, Daddy," she softly answers.

Sandy turns and walks the short distance. She feels her creme 
slide down her inner leg. When she is directly behind her husband 
she meekly states, "Jerome and I are going to make love." Wickedly 
she then adds, "You don't mind do you?"

Jim, her husband merely trembles. His bladder is about to burst 
and his beautiful and sexy wife had just told him that she was 
going to make love to a black man she had met only eight hours 
before. What troubled Jim even more was his meek and cowardly 
stance when the black had walked into his home and not only taken 
over his domicile......... but also His Wife.

Sandy then turned and returned to her place before her new owner. 
The black rose from the couch and cradled the pretty face in his 
large black hand. He slid his tongue from his thick lips and 
inserted it in Sandy's warm and wet oral cavity. His tongue dueled 
with hers and he kept up the teasing for several minutes. Sandy 
rubbed her tight body against his hard black frame and tried to 
entice his large powerful organ to emerge.

Jim stood painfully at attention facing the other direction. He 
could hear the initial stirrings of arousal and it made it doubly 
painful.

Jerome lowered Sandy down on the sofa and ran his hand up her 
crumpled leather mini skirt. She opened her legs and his fingers 
again found the steaming pussy hole beckoning him to pleasure the 
aroused white housewife.

The black manipulated the blood engorged orb and Sandy gasped at 
the pleasure the black home wrecker was creating. The large black 
index finger found it's way deep into her sloppy hole and he 
delighted in making her squirm as she moaned under his talented 
hand.

Sandy clutched the broad powerful shoulders and pulled the black 
onto her prone body. Her tongue rapidly found it's way into his 
cavernous mouth and she teased his tongue. She felt him slide his 
pants down his powerful thighs and her mind exploded with memories 
only a few short hours old. She remembered sucking the head of the 
monster cock until it exploded deep into her belly.

Sandy squirmed against the black tempting him with her tight body 
and encouraging him to enter her; to provide her never before 
experienced pleasure. She tried to look at the mammoth organ as it 
grazed against her nylon covered thigh. The monster left it's rope 
like substance coating her thigh from his pre cum drippings.

"God....... Please take me," begged the open and willing 
housewife. Her pleadings ripped at the soul of her tormented 
husband only ten feet away.

"Please fuck me Daddy.......... Pleassssseeeeeee," came her 
tormented moaning.

Jerome needed no encouragement. His long black cock was rock solid 
and he was a master at its use. He roughly spread the delightful 
nylon covered legs and with one hand rubbed the dark purple tip 
against the sopping chamber beckoning it for pleasure. Jerome 
roughly caressed the elongated clit and Sandy's moaning became 
almost continual.

She had surrendered to her black master and all she could think of 
was is the large black cock head probing the outer defenses of her 
pussy. "Daddy....... I want it..... Please OH GOD, give it to 
me............"

Her tormented husband could stand no more. His bladder near 
rupturing finally broke free and emptied his entire inventory down 
his legs. The urine coated his pants and socks and he felt totally 
broken. Finally, he fell to his knees in his own debris with his 
wife begging, now pleading for the black to skewer her lovely 
white body.

Jerome finally tired of the desperate woman and in one brutal and 
unforgiving instance buried his eleven inch rod of black steel 
deep into her tight pussy chamber. She could not adjust quickly 
enough to the unforgiving rod and she desperately tried to claw 
her way away from the brutal implantation of the black pole. 

Jerome gave her no quarter and with a jack hammer, ass pounded his 
cock deep into her womb.

After what seemed like an eternity to the married housewife, her 
stuffed pussy chamber was becoming sufficiently lubricated and 
accepting to the invading black prong.

As Jerome grabbed Sandy by the shoulders and pulled her back 
against his hard body it implanted his cock deeper into the tight 
pussy hole. A blood curdling scream escaped Sandy's throat and she 
attempted to spread her long legs wider but the sofa cushions 
prevented this self protecting mechanism. The unrelenting black 
cock pushed against her cervix and she screamed again. Sandy could 
not determine if it was pleasure or ........... pain. She 
struggled desperately to adjust to the brutal fucking but every 
time she shifted Jerome implanted the huge cock deep within her. 
Her fingers tore at the black's muscular shoulders and she drew 
blood.

The black man relished the scratches and thrust his hips 
forcefully between the widely splayed boot covered legs. His balls 
thumped against her still raw and tender ass cheeks. The constant 
friction and the unrelenting assault finally wore down the young 
housewife. She could not keep up with the brutal insertion of the 
black cock and she finally collapsed and laid against the sofa and 
merely accepted each now pleasure filled thrust of black meat.
"I plan to bury my seed deep in your womb you little bitch," 

Jerome finally screamed. As he spoke, his huge nut sack discharged 
its scrotum full of black seed deep into Sandy's willing womb.
His discharge brought about the immediate and never ending orgasm 
so long sought by the voluptuous housewife. Her constant scream 
and body shudders, marked that she had finally reached her climax.
The orgasm was not lost on the kneeling and broken white boy 
husband. He had never brought his wife to such a climax. As he 
swayed on his knees, he looked down at his four inch cock and 
observed that it too had deposited it's seed in his piss soaked 
clothing.

Jerome let his body cover the wife and he rested. The sudden shift 
of weight caused Sandy to push against his massive pectorals. 
"Daddy, please, you are very heavy...."
"I will get up after my seed has soaked your pussy. I want this to 
be a successful breeding. I want you to carry my baby, you little 
whore," Jerome answers.

Up until this point Sandy had not considered that she might get 
pregnant. The thought brought a startled gasp. "Oh, my God. I 
can't carry a Black Baby, not in Southern Mississippi." The 
thought reverberated around her numb mind and sex soaked body.
Jerome, at long last pulled himself out of the tight cunt. Even 
though it had been stretched it still gripped his long thick cock 
like a glove. As soon as he pulled out, his white seed flowed over 
Sandy's swollen pussy lips. The sticky fluid coated the blonde 
hair covering the pussy lips. Jerome removed his pants and pulled 
off his shirt as he walked to the kneeling white boy husband.

"Your wife was good on her first mating session. I will be moving 
into your bedroom. I have to break her pussy in.....My cock is too 
big for it and it will take some time to stretch it so it can 
accommodate a REAL COCK. When I'm done you can remove your 
clothes. You will sleep in the basement from now on. Do you have 
any questions Mr. Jenkins?"

The humiliated husband still stared down at the floor. He thought 
about how broken he must look. Even with the humiliation and 
degradation he only had one question, "May I watch your next 
breeding session Daddy?"

Smiling at the submissive husband he looked back at the sex 
satisfied wife on the sofa. Her boot covered legs were widely 
splayed and Jerome's thick spunk was oozing out of her stretched 
pussy channel. Her breathing was still heavy and her eyes were 
closed. Her lipstick was smeared over her cheeks and a contented 
smile appeared on her face.

Mrs. Sandy Jenkins and her wimp husband were now his as well. 
Although his black cock felt a spark of excitement he turned and 
walked up the long stairway. A long warm shower would soothe the 
tears on his shoulder. Yes, Mrs. Sandy Jenkins could turn on when 
she had a long black cock wedged between her legs. This next week 
that he allocated to breed the pretty wife would be very 
satisfying indeed...

