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White Master (MF, wife, intr)
By Six Inch Blackman (c) 1997
 

My husband and I live in Atlanta Georgia, just one of the thousands
of young black professional couples who've migrated to "Hotlanta" in
recent years. I'm program director for a local talk radio station.
My husband, Tyrell, is an accountant. We own a beautiful three
bedroom colonial style home, just outside of Atlanta, where we live
with our two children Carl and Camille.
 
I'm a good-looking woman and I know it. My face or more specifically my
luscious full pouty lips paid my way through college. I was a lip
model for a cosmetics company until I graduated.  At 34 years old, I
still think that I've got it. I'm 5' 9«" tall. I'm very leggy and I
weigh a voluptuous 150lb. I have the classic black woman's body,
38DDD- 24- 40. My husband still drools over my tiny waist and my big
round "ghetto booty". I get more than my fair share of attention
from men. In fact I get more than my fair share. That's what got me
into this situation.
 
It was about 11:30PM. I was working late as usual. The rest of the
staff had long since departed. The only people left in the office
were myself and Jim Berman. Jim is what's loosely called on air
talent. Jim hosts a sports call in show. I could hear the show over
the P.A. Jim was being his obnoxious self as usual, but something
wasn't right. None of the advertisers spots were running. In fact
there hadn't been a commercial in about 45 minutes. What's going on
in the both, I thought.
 
Ignoring the elevator, I ran down the stairs, as fast as I could in
the red 4" pumps that made my brown bubble butt wiggle like Jell-O
under my tailored Donna Karen skirt. I jogged down the long corridor
to the broadcast both. The On Air light was flashing red, but
looking through the window, it was clear that Jim wasn't in the
booth. Obviously he had put in a tape of an old show and left in the
middle of his show. "Where is that jerk" I whispered to myself. "If
he only gets suspended for a few day he'll be lucky".
 
I searched up and down the halls for about 15 minutes, before I
heard some noise coming from The Station Manager's office. I tried
the door and it came right open revealing Mr. Williams' well
appointed office suite. "Now that's odd", I thought. I was sure that
Mr. Williams wasn't in his office at that time of night.
 
The outer office was empty, and apparently hadn't been disturbed.
There was a steady whooshing sound coming from the private bath room
in the back of the office. Suddenly it stopped. Then I new that
bastard Jim had Trespassed into Mr. Williams' office. Certainly he
hadn't come all the way down here just to use the boss's' toilet. I
went over to the door and pulled it, it offered no resistance. The
bathroom was full of steam, which made it difficult to see exactly
what or who was in there. As it cleared I saw Jim standing there in
front of Mr. Williams' private shower with an idiotic shocked look
on his face. He had just gotten out of the shower, and was soaking
wet. He was wearing a small white towel around his waist and nothing
else.
 
"Do you know that a commercial hasn't run in over an hour!", I
snapped at Jim. He just looked me right in the eyes and dead panned
"don't take that tone with me Gal". "Did you just call me a Gal?", I
shouted. "I sure did Missy, oh excuse me Mrs. Auden. Now why don't
you get out of here, and go back to what you were doing, unless you
want to help me dry off". I couldn't believe that he had the
audacity to challenge my authority like that. I was so mad that I
was shaking.  I hissed through clenched teeth," I could have your
job for any one of about five inappropriate acts that you've
committed in the past hour. Not the least of which, is leaving the
broadcast both, while you are supposed to be doing a live show."
 
Totally ignoring me, Jim turned and picked up a small toiletry bag.
"If you have a problem with me, take it up with Bob Williams. He's
the one who hired me", he said as he turned and walked over toward
the sink. He took a can of shaving cream out of his bag and
nonchalantly began to apply the foamy lather to his face. I didn't
know what to say. I'd never been spoken to in this manner. I was an
executive, and he was just a late night DJ. He turned from his
shaving to ask me, "Is there something else that you want?". As if
on que, his towel slipped from around his waist and fell in a heap
at his feet.
 
There I was a professional black woman, a faithful wife and mother,
standing in a bathroom, with my mouth wide open in shock, staring at
a naked white man. My breathing came quick as I took in the sight
before me. I'd never imagined that Jim was that much man. His body
was taught and muscular. His chest and cut up wash board stomach
were covered with a carpet of furry dark hair. But, what took my
breath away was his cock.
 
Jim's glistening, white, cock hung heavily between his legs. I'd
never seen a man with such enormous endowment. It was much longer,
limp, than my husband's 7«" dick was when fully erect. The massive
thickly veined shaft was nearly as wide as the can of shaving cream
in his hand. capping Jim's huge white donkey dick was an obscenely
bloated purple mushroom, the size of a fist. I was hypnotized by
pendulous swinging of his long fat hose. Jim's voice brought me back
to reality.
 
"Why don't you touch it baby? You know that you want to". I felt
threatened and confused. This man was my subordinate. He was showing
a total lack of respect for me and my position, but my pussy was
tingling and moist. I didn't even reply to Jim's lewd comment. I
just turned and ran out of the bathroom. I didn't stop running until
I was back in my office. I sat at my desk trembling. My panties were
soaked and an unexplainable sexual fear was spreading through me. I
felt like a deer being stalked by wolf. "Please don't let him come
up here", I whispered to myself.
 
Jim didn't even knock. He barged into my office, walking around my
desk to stand right next to me. I felt that he could smell my fear,
and perhaps my arousal as well. He grabbed the back of my large
leather office chair and turn me around to face him. By this time he
had dressed, and was wearing a tight white T-shirt that hugged his
well toned torso. Jim was standing far too close, menacing me. He
was in my personal space, and the huge bulge in his faded wrangler
jeans was inches from my face. Casually he ripped open my silk
blouse, and expertly unhooked my front-latching lace bra. My big
brown triple Ds spilled out and he cruelly pulled and pinched on my
large, chocolate, grape sized nipples.
 
I looked up into his steely blue eyes, silently pleading to be
spared. All I saw there was animal lust. He reached down and
casually unbuttoned his jeans. I gasped involuntarily. Jim licked
his thin lips and sneered down at me, "You do the rest, you high and
mighty bitch". The harsh words burned in my ears. I'd been hit on by
white men many times. They were usually so meek and polite, almost
to the point of being subservient. Jim was the opposite. He was a
conqueror, and I was to be his next conquest and we both knew it.
 
Jim quickly tired of my vacillation and took matters into his own
hands. He reached out with a sinewy muscular tattooed arm and
clutched a hand full of the long black hair pinned up in a bun on
the top of my head. Suddenly my face was pressed into Jim's
grapefruit sized basket. The rough denim scratched my face. I tried
to pull away, but by this time I was offering only a token
resistance. The intoxicating aroma of his shower fresh crotch was
quickly eroding the little that I had left. The angry fat monster
beneath the rough fabric was coming to life. It was swelling and
Lengthening down the leg of Jim's skin tight jeans. I could feel its
pulsating heat against my cheek. I could resist this man no longer.
I nuzzled my face against his gigantic denim covered cock. Even as I
began to kiss the grotesque lump hanging down his leg, I wavered.
 
I pleaded in a weak voice, "Jim please, don't make me do this. I'm a
married woman." Jim threw back his head and laughed, "I'm not making
you do anything you aren't dying to do, you horny bitch. I bet that
black pussy of your is bubbling by now." He released his tight grip
on my hair. "Get up and walk away if you don't want this big white
cock in your pretty brown pussy." My pussy gushed at his words. "
Otherwise, shut up, quit whining about your husband and give me some
head bitch. If you were such a fine married lady, then one look at
my big white pussy stretcher wouldn't have made you into my slut.
That is just what you are, my married black slut." Tears stained my
cheeks as I surrendered to this cruel stud. Slowly I licked up his
zipper, until I found the tab at the top. I clenched it in my teeth
and pulled it down. I fully expected to be hit in the face with a
hard white cock, but Jim's big horse dick was still jammed down the
leg on his pants. With immaculately manicured hands, I grasped the
belt hooks of his jeans and pealed them down off of his trim waste.
Jim's jeans went down around his thighs. Still the head of his huge
fat white cock was hidden from view.
 
Gently I wrapped my fingers around the thick veiny shaft, and hauled
it out. I realized at that moment that Jim's was the cock that I'd
always dreamed of. Its white shaft was in stark contrast to the
brown of my long delicate fingers, which could not touch around its
incredible girth. It was half hard. The massive purple head weighed
it down so that it hung an inch from my moist trembling lips. I
could feel the heat radiating off of it. A drop of clear
pre-ejaculate oozed from the angry looking slit in the tip of the
swollen Mushroom head.
 
Almost against my will, my long pink tongue snaked out and licked
the bitter nectar from the hole. I scooted off my Italian leather
office chair, and onto my knees. I was still feeling terrible guilt
about cheating on my wonderful husband, but I belonged on my knees
in front of Jim. Hungrily, I ran my tongue all around the fat head
of his cock. It tasted so good. "You have such a big cock baby" I
purred, looking up into Jim's eyes. I lifted his heavy dick and
slathered its hot underbelly with my juicy lips and tongue. Jim
growled back, "That's it bitch, that's how I like my black women, on
their knees with my cock in their mouth." I reached out and cradled
his low slung furry balls in my hand. They were the size of goose
eggs. With my other hand, I hefted the rigid log and kissed the
drooling head. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and wrapped my
luscious full lips around Jim's fat white Cock.
 
Jim harsh demeanor soften slightly once I began fellating his
oversized penis. I really couldn't get much more than the head in my
mouth. That thing looked like it belonged on a mule. I stuffed my
mouth with his fat white cock. I could feel the deliciously
distended head butting against the back of my throat, gagging me. My
lust for his king sized man meat overcame the choking reflex, and
the growing ache in my jaw. I welcomed the assault on my throat. I
desperately wanted to swallow this big white fuck stick. I firmly
but gently massaged his big bloated balls, and the sensitive area
just behind them. I wanted to milk a hot gooey load off of those big
fat balls. Taking my mouth off Jim's huge dick, I looked at it
admiring its tremendous size and hardness. I licked every fat juicy
inch. Ducking my head under his baseball bat of a cock, I slurped
and gargled on Jim's big hairy white balls. At 11:30, when I
realized that he wasn't in the both, I had been his boss, Mrs.
Auden. One hour later I was his brown sugar cock slut. I was on my
knees worshiping his big white dick, and my juicy black pussy was
soppy wet. Jim fisted his mighty woman taming cock, causing the huge
helmet head to swell even further. With one hand he, again, grasped
my hair. With the other he wiped his drooling penis round and round
my pouty lips, like a giant lipstick.
 
He began to cruelly tease me. Taking his sweet cock out of the reach
of my hungry mouth, then slapping me with it. I held my face up
willingly for him to dick slap. He then let go of his white monster
cock. It bounced heavily, sticking out nearly 11 inches from his
dark pubic bush. Without warning he pulled me to my feet. "Strip",
was his only command. By that time I was his whore. He didn't have
to tell me twice.
 
I tore at my remaining clothes to follow Jim's orders, but also
needing to be naked in front of this Stud. When all my clothes lay
in a heap on the floor except my red, thong, panties. Jim grabbed my
arm roughly and push me over Mr. William's desk. I didn't dare
resist My head and shoulders hung over the opposite side of the
desk. But my big brown breast were mashed into the hard mahogany
desk. I heard movement, and I knew that Jim was removing his tight
wranglers. My fat juicy pussy ached to feel the penetration that
would surely come next. Jim hooked his strong fingers into the
waistband of my red silk panties, and unceremoniously ripped them
off me.
 
He slapped my fat booty lightly. He squeezed it and kneaded it. I
could tell that he appreciated what my momma had given me, what he
was taking from my Husband.  Most men can't resist a black woman's
round bubble butt. I was holding my rump up to give him full access
to it. His strong hands were like magic on my soft plump derriere.
Suddenly, I heard a whooshing sound, followed by a crack, very much
like a fire cracker. The pain quickly followed, exploding across the
smooth Surface of my ass. Jerking my head around, I was horrified to
see Jim's arm raised high above his head. In his tightly clenched
fist was his belt, doubled over. woos, down came his arm, the
leather belt bit deeply into my tender bottom. CRACK, red hot
leather scorched my naked exposed ass. "Owwh , please, please", I
begged abandoning the last shreds of dignity. CRACK, I was
squirming, desperately trying to escape the terrible sting of the
punishment that Jim was inflicting on me. CRACK! He placed his
strong hand in the small of my back, and held me down. CRACK! I was
helpless to resist the whipping that I was being forced to take.
Sobbing like a recalcitrant little girl, who suddenly finds herself
over her daddy's knee," please, ugghh, please Jim, owwwh, please
stop!" "That's it baby wiggle that big ass for me" was Jim's reply.
"The next time you raise your voice to me, you sexy black slut, I'll
whip the skin off your ass!" For emphases, Jim assaulted my up
turned booty with a final flurry of burning hot strokes. "Ughhh,
Ughhh" I cried, totally broken. My tortured whelped ass burned like
fire, but my pussy was running like a faucet.
 
Jim positioned himself behind me, forcing my legs further apart. The
hard desk was woefully uncomfortable and heat radiated from my
injured butt. "You ready to get fucked Mrs. Auden?", Jim sneered at
me. My thoughts were instantly of my family. How was this happening.
My mind was screaming, get up, don't let him do this. My lustful
body would have none of it. My silent reply was to arch my back and
hold my ass up high, offering the free access to my aching sopping
wet pussy to the man who'd just whipped me. My betrayal of my
husband was complete when I felt the hot blunt head of Jim's cock
pressing against my hungry tight black pussy.
 
"Mmmmm", I moaned at the first contact of his fat cock against my
shiny wet pussy lips. Jim grabbed his huge dick and wiped the
drooling head up and down my wet slit, coating his giant
mushroom-head with my wetness. Electric shocks ran through my body
when that big dick rubbed over my fat distended clit. I was
involuntarily humping back against His cock. I wanted it inside of
my body, where it could do the most damage. Jim lined up that
swollen white billy club with my pink hole, and pushed. I moaned as
I felt my pussy yawning, trying to accommodate the oversized head.
It wouldn't go in. "Ughhh" I grunted as he tried again to force his
monstrous cock into my tight pussy. I'd never had a man with such a
huge cock. Jim's white donkey dick drawfed my husbands more than
adequate penis. Jim walked away into the Mr. Williams bathroom. He
returned with a jar of Vaseline.
 
Jim walked around to the other side of the desk and stood in front
of me. His huge fat cock swung pendulously in front of my face. I
followed the bobbing plum sized head with my mouth, hungrily licking
and sucking, tasting my own juices mixed with his dick drool. "You
need to wear a condom Jim. I'm not on any type of birth control, and
its around the time that I should be ovulating." Jim didn't say a
word in reply. "Jim, I'm a married woman, please don't do this to
me" I pleaded emphatically, all the while slavishly swabbing his
fleshy, white, horse cock with my tongue. "Look!" Jim snarled. "You
want to get fucked, or don't you? Either way, I give less than a
fuck! I'm going to fuck your tight black pussy raw, and without any
god damned condom getting in my way. The fucking things never fit
anyway.  I'm going to fuck you until you cry on my big white cock,
and then I'm going to dump a load of Aryan sperm knee deep in your
furry black cunt. If you've got a fucking problem with that, tough!
Now shut the fuck up and grease my cock up!" He handed me the
Vaseline. "Please, you can't do this. I'm fertile right now", I
sobbed in vain, while massaging the thick grease into his big veiny
muscle cock. "Hey, that's a problem for you and your piece of shit
husband", he chuckled. "Be sure to tell that big black bastard that
I said your fat brown sugar pussy belonged to me from the moment I
laid eyes on you." He walked back around behind me, and bumped the
gigantic shiny knob against my tight hole. "Now open up and give me
that black pussy", he said as he grabbed my shoulder with one hand,
and pulled me back against his crotch. His massive purple cock-head
forced its way past my nether lips into the mouth of my defenseless
pussy. My tight opening yawned painfully around the incredible girth
of his magnificent manhood. "Arggghhhh", I screamed. "Oh God, its
too big. Please! Ugghhh, take it out. Pleeeeeease, Jim just for a
second. Ahhhhh, you're killing me! You're too big Jim." I flailed
around, trying to dislodge the massive intruder from my tightly
stretched pussy. Jim used his superior strength to hold me down,
bent over the large rather ostentatious looking desk. Only the head
and an inch or two of the shaft were in me. It felt like there was
an arm stuck in my pussy. Every time I moved, trying to ease the
pressure of being forced open by that big cock, Jim would follow my
movements. He kept a steady pressure, slowly dilating my tender
vaginal barrel with his overpowering tool. I could feel his
throbbing monster growing even larger. He was aroused by my
struggling. I was stuck, skewered on the end of Jim's big white
spear.
 
Jim kept one hand in the small of my back to keep me from wiggling
off of his fat cock. He grabbed a handful of my hair with the other
hand, and pulled my head back, reigning me in like an unruly horse.
As I screamed from the discomfort of having my hair pulled, Jim
caught me off guard and plowed half of his 11" white cock into my
over-stretched black pussy. "Ummmmmfh!" The wind was knock out of
me. Jim was suddenly deep in my womb. He began to fuck me
relentlessly. "Ummmph, ummmph, ummmph, oh God, Ummph, Your dick,
Ummph, Jim, Ummph your dick..." I grunted like a stuck pig. Jim kept
pounding my spasming black pussy. My pussy was clutched so tightly
around his mammoth shaft, that as he pulled it halfway out on each
stroke, I could feel my pink pussy hole being pulled inside out.
 
"Who's black pussy is this", Jim demanded. He yanked my hair back to
let me know what my answer should be. I was too far gone to resist
his power. He was a super-stud and he knew it. "Its yours Jim.
Uggghhh, just, ugghhh, keep, ugghhh, fucking meeeeeee!" The
intensity of my orgasm momentarily blinded me. I'd never had a
purely vaginal orgasm before. But, there I was, coming all over a
white man's dick. "Oohhhh shit, Ughhh, this is your black pussy,
Daddy, Ughhhh, fuck it, Ughhh, fuck it hard!!!!"
 
My orgasm set Jim off. He began bucking into me like a wild beast.
His huge low hung balls were slapping against my swollen clit. All
11 inches of his wrist thick horse cock were plowing my fertile
pussy, rearranging my insides. I was delirious from the
intoxicatingly mixture of pleasure and pain. I'd never been so
stuffed in all of my life. Jim was touching parts of my womb that
had never been stimulated. The fat spongy head of his oversized
manhood pounded my cervix like a jackhammer. I just kept coming, one
orgasm being overlapped by the next, in waves of pure ecstasy. Jim
rhythm became erratic. He jerked into me, stabbing my womb with his
blunt sword. He threw back his head and howled like Coyote in heat.
Then I felt his huge cock spasming in my womb, as he emptied his big
nuts deep in my fertile belly.
 
After his orgasm subsided, Jim ease his semi hard pussy stretcher
out of my ravaged black pussy. It was covered with a gooey mixture
of his and my cum. My pussy gaped open. I felt empty, and very sore.
Jim sat on the edge of the desk and lit a cigarette. "Clean my cock
bitch" he ordered in a no nonsense tone. I submissively scooted off
the desk and fell to my knees. I licked every nook and cranny of
Jim's delicious dick, the dick that had brought me so much pleasure
and pain, the dick that had totally mastered me.
 
I went home to my Husband with a sore open pussy. He could tell that
I'd had a hard day, so being the sweetheart that he is, he drew me a
warm bubble bath. There were scented candles all around the
bathroom, and rose petals floating in the bath water. On a table
near the tub was a bottle of Dom chilling in ice, and a small dish
full of fresh chocolate covered strawberries. The soothing melodious
sound of J.S. Bach's Brandenburg concerto no. 4 was coming from the
built-in Bose speakers in the walls. My Husband knelt next to the
tub and bathed me, massaging every inch of my ravaged body. While he
did that, I sipped Champagne from a gilded flute, and nibbled on
strawberries dipped in Godiva chocolate. After my bath, Tyrell
toweled me off, and wrapped me in a luxurious white terry-cloth
robe. He picked my up effortlessly and carried me into the bedroom.
He was disappointed that I wouldn't let him make love to me, but
unbeknown to him, I was all fucked out for the evening. My Husband
had prepared heated fragrant oils which were on the nightstand. He
lovingly and dutifully massaged my aching body until I drifted off
into a deep sleep...filled with dreams of Jim Berman's big white
cock.
 
I love my Husband and I'd never leave him. But I can't say no to My
new white Master. I'm sure its just a matter of time until I'm butt
naked and screaming, impaled on a certain fat, 11 inch, white, mule
dick.
