PAYING THE PRICE OF ARROGANCE	

From the first time I met him my husband's young assistant, Leroy, made it obvious that he wanted to take me to bed. He is black, well built, incredibly good looking, very arrogant and obviously used to women falling over themselves to offer their bodies for his pleasure. Whenever we met socially I flirted with him encouraging him to believe he was getting somewhere but would repulse his advances by reminding him that I was a married lady who couldn't be bowled over by his machismo. Instead of putting him off it made him even keener and it gave me a great deal of pleasure to keep put him down. He's married to Frieda, a haughty, prissy, Finnish woman, who acts as if she's married beneath herself because she's the daughter of a rich landowner. I figured that he’d married her because she was very blonde and white skinned but marriage did not seem to stop him chasing other women.

I have always believed that it is a wife’s duty to keep sex exciting and adventurous and I try to always come up with different scenarios to excite my husband. 

My husband had been involved in complicated negotiation with a foreign company and I knew that he was stressed and exhausted so, on the Friday night he was due back, I decided that he needed some sexy fun. I eagerly waited for my husband dressed in a very short, flared skirt and clinging top. I'd left my bra off and was wearing a tiny g-string which had disappeared between my buttocks while most of the tiny triangle of material in the front had been sucked between my pussy lips allowing them to lewdly frame it. I’d dressed that way because dressing like a slut always turned my husband on and I wanted to give him a special treat. I opened a bottle of champagne and poured myself a glass then had another as the time of his estimated arrival came and went. The door bell rang and, when I stood up, I felt dizzy and light-headed. I rushed to the door and flung it open wondering why Alan had not used his key. 

I was confronted by Leroy’s smirking face. He was holding a bouquet of red roses which he handed to me as he explained that my husband was stuck in Zurich and would not be back till the following Tuesday. Because I'd left the phone off the hook, not wanting the mood I'd wanted to create to be shattered by the ringing of the phone, Alan had phoned Leroy and asked him to come round to let me know he wouldn't be back. The roses were a token of his love.

In the excitement of opening the door I’d forgotten the way I was dressed. I had to ask Leroy in, it would have been rude not to. I reluctantly offered him a drink and discovered that the champagne bottle was empty so I fetched another bottle. As I walked towards my husband’s assistant I saw the way he was leering at me reminding me that I was dressed to seduce. At first I was embarrassed but the champagne made me reckless and I decided to cocktease Leroy and send him away with blue balls. The hem of my short skirt barely covered my stocking tops and any sudden move made it flare up to expose the bare flesh between stockings and thong. It seemed as if Leroy was affected the same way as my husband by the sight of bare flesh above stocking tops so wickedly I made sure that I did a lot of bending, reaching and squatting, providing him with long uninterrupted displays of my thighs all the way up to the tiny thong. The crotch had been absorbed even deeper between my sex lips and I saw, in a mirror, that the lips were fully visible. As I had shaved that afternoon the sight was almost obscene.

I soon had Leroy panting with lust. His eyes were bulging and he was perspiring freely. His eyes never left my body which is not surprising because the blouse, which billowed away from my chest at the least provocation, displayed my firm, conical breasts jutting out without the help of a bra and the stiff, rouged nipples. After all I was dressed to make my husband’s fantasies real.

Leroy was panting, like a dog smelling a bitch on heat, as his hot eyes devoured my body. It was almost comical yet, although I was doing in out of wicked spite, I was finding it extremely arousing to be able to wield such sexual power over a man I knew to be an accomplished seducer of women. I felt empowered as I walked around the living room, fixing drinks, changing the music, adjusting the lights always making sure that I was presenting my barely-clad body from various angles so that he could openly lust over my freely swaying breasts and the sexy contrast of black stockings and my milky white thighs and the almost nonexistent scrap of material which had been absorbed in my pussy. Finally I sat down opposite him so that he would have a clear view of what he couldn’t have. I slowly crossed my long legs so that the hem of my skirt rode high up my thighs and displayed the flesh above my stocking tops. His eyes never left my legs. As he raised his glass I could see that his hand was trembling. I looked at him, from beneath my lowered eyelashes, which caused him to shake even harder. I uncrossed my legs and kept them ajar to display my sex. The back of the tiny undergarment had long since been absorbed between my buttocks and I could feel it rubbing against my secret hole. He began to perspire even more heavily. His eyes bulged as I leant forward so that he could clearly see my heavy, naked, swaying breasts all the way to the nipples. His eyes were glazed with lust as they stayed glued to my dangling breasts which I caused to sway by gently shimmying my shoulders. Between my thighs my sex was churning with desire and I could feel that it was very wet. I felt hot all over and realised that I was quite drunk and not in full control of all my faculties. Suddenly I wanted to take a bath more than anything in the world. It's the kind of single minded notion one gets when drunk. I told him that I was going to have a bath and if he was very good and promised not to touch me he could come with me. I could see temptation clashing with lust in his eyes as the import of my words registered. His voice shook as he mumbled something about promising to behave himself.

I stood up but stayed bent over the chair. I could feel that the short skirt had ridden all the way up at the back and knew that he could see my naked buttocks and my pussy, which had absorbed the very narrow strip of silk, as I towered over him. I held that position, letting him have a good look, before straightening up and turning to face him. At that point I should have sent him packing but I was drunk on alcohol and sexual power and wanted to exert my advantage to the full.

Leroy stood up and I clearly saw the bulge distending the front of his trousers and was surprised by how well endowed he was. Much bigger that his boss. As I turned away I made a point of brushing my bottom against his groin. I felt the outline of his strong erection twitching against my buttocks and it sent currents of lust streaking through my body. Smiling I wriggled my bottom and gave his cock a massage. I'd never acted in such a lewd manner before, not even with my husband, but I was finding it a huge turn-on teasing him. I should have heeded the warnings as I felt myself getting more and more sexually excited by the minute. I could see that he was fighting an urge to grab me, fling me down on the carpet and ram his throbbing erection into me. Judging, from the expression on his face it was a close thing but he managed to control himself as he followed me. I suppose he must have remembered that I was his boss’s wife and he had to be careful. H e was walking two steps behind me as we climbed the stairs and I made sure he had an eyeful of my rollicking buttocks. 

We entered the bathroom. I bent over the tub, to turn the taps on, and could see, in the mirror, that his eyes were gleaming with animalistic lust as he stared at my stocking tops and beyond, to where the thong had been absorbed between my buttocks. Still in the grip of an almost uncontrollable need to humiliate him I moved my knees wider apart to allow him an unimpeded view of my legs and the pussy he was lusting after. I could see beads of perspiration glistening on his brow as he stared at my lewd display. I undid the buttons of my blouse and he gasped aloud and stared fixedly when it fell away leaving me bare to the waist. My conical breasts were pointing at him, the nipples bright red and already erect from the arousal I was experiencing. I was expecting him to make a grab but he surprised me by slipping down on his knees. He shuffled forward and, before I could stop him, he was gently licking, kissing and sucking each nipple in turn. At the first touch of his lips, on my aching nipple, I found myself shivering like mad and unable to push him away. Without thinking about what I was doing I laced a hand behind his neck while pushing more of my breast into his mouth. At no time before that moment had I entertained the idea of letting him touch me, knowing that it would have defeated my plan to humiliate him, but I was so aroused that I couldn't find the will or energy to push him away. I decided to make the best of the situation and try to stamp my authority on the cocksure man in another way. 

“I love the way you kneel at my feet to pay homage to a superior, white woman, Leroy. After all it's you rightful place, you miserable excuse for a man!” I grunted as my pussy melted and became liquid in response to his skilled attention on my nipples.

My husband’s assistant pulled his mouth away from the nipple he was sucking. 

“I've wanted to worship you from the very first time I saw you, Chantal!' He moaned 'I kneel at your feet humbly. You're my Goddess and I will do anything to serve you!”

To say that I was staggered by his words is an understatement. It undermined my entire opinion of the man but the alcohol, I’d consumed, fuelled my wild streak and, as if it was a stranger speaking, I heard my voice telling him what I wanted.

“Suck!” I ordered him as I fed my other breast into his mouth. “Let's see if you're all mouth or whether you really know how to please a woman by following orders!” 

I could hardly believe that it was me speaking like that. However it had always been one of my secret fantasies to lord it over some man, like a sex goddess. I grabbed his wrist and guided one of his hands up the inside of my left thigh until it was pressing against the damp crotch of my g-string. Immediately he began stroking and massaging my pussy causing it to overflow with lubrication. He groaned, round the nipple wedged inside his mouth, as I undid the waist-button of my skirt. I pushed his face away, from my throbbing breast, and guided his hands to the waistband. I raised my bottom off the edge of the tub as he pulled skirt and g-string down my legs and off my feet. He rolled my stockings off, as gently as any woman could, so that I was left completely naked. It felt strange but highly exciting to be naked while a handsome black man was kneeling at my feet with all his clothes on.

I opened my thighs, fully expecting him to fall on my exposed pussy like a starving animal, but he surprised me by lifting up a foot to his face. He began to gently suck my toes. No one had ever done that to me before and it felt wonderful making me feel like a queen being pleasured by her slave. Even in my tipsy state I realised that, by sheer fluke, I'd stumbled on his darkest secret. The man, for all his macho bravado, was a submissive ready for a strong woman to take him in hand.

They say that power is an aphrodisiac and I can vouch for that. Blatantly I rubbed a hand over my pussy as I felt the heat and wetness of desire tingling deep inside it. The inside of my thighs were already damp with sex juices which had been leaking out of my pussy from almost the first touch of his lips on my body. Leroy was sucking on the big toe, as if it was a giant nipple or even a penis, and I wondered whether he'd ever been with another man. Leroy was privately educated and it was more than probable that he'd had homosexual experiences when he was young. 

“No bad!” I groaned as I surrendered my toes to his worshipful sucking. “I'd wish I had a big, hard cock so that you could suck it the way you're doing my toe. I bet you'd like that wouldn't you, Leroy? You'd like to suck a big cock, wouldn’t you? Take off those ridiculous clothes!”

He was groaning and shaking as he slipped out of his clothes. I made a point not to look at him as he undressed and knelt again. His mouth returned to my toes and his sucking was even more fervent.

“I haven't got a cock but I have another part that needs a good sucking, Leroy, now get to it!” I ordered harshly as I turned the taps off.

He stopped sucking my toes. His mouth kissed its way up the sensitive inner flesh of my thighs until I could feel his hot breath wafting against my pussy. His mouth fastened to my sex like a leech. I leaned back and flung my legs over his shoulders, wrapping them around him to keep him prisoner. I clung on to the wash basin as he started lapping at my pussy, the way a dog laps its mistress's hand. His large hands slipped beneath my bottom grasping my buttocks, pulling them upward and apart, as he started doing delightful things to my pussy with his lips and tongue. I have to give him his due he was very skilful and I felt the stirrings of an orgasm become stronger by the second. His tongue was dipping deep into the hot, wet confines of my pussy lapping up the hot juices of love and I could hear him slurping them into his mouth and swallowing. My breath caught in my throat as he transferred his mouth to my clitoris and, using my sticky lubrication, slipped a thick finger inside my bottom while pushing two others inside my churning pussy. Looking down and seeing his black face plastered against my white skin was amazingly arousing. Suddenly I was filling the bathroom with cries of pure pleasure as he licked and lapped me to a fierce orgasm, which was so strong that it went on and on carrying me into an almost unworldly, ecstatic dimension so that I lost contact with time and place.

During my orgasm I’d been helpless and he could have taken advantage of me but, as I slowly came down to earth, I found him still kneeling. He was looking at me like an expectant puppy waiting to be told that it had done well. Thinking of animals made me want to be taken like one. I positioned myself on all fours, knees wide apart, my heavy breasts swaying gently under my chest and my bottom up in the air.

“I'm going to allow you to screw me but first you must lick my bottom and show me how much you adore me. Do you understand the privilege I'm granting you, Leroy?'

“I do Mistress, thank you for granting me such a privilege I hope that I won’t disappoint you.”' He grunted as he knelt down behind me.

I heard him sniff at my bottom as if I was a bitch. A few tentative licks on my buttocks then his tongue strayed in the cleft licking up the crevice before concentrating on the small wrinkled hole. He lapped, licked and sucked causing the ring of muscles to relax until he could punch his long tongue all the way inside the tight passage. No one had ever done that to me before and it felt wonderful. He was very keen and enthusiastic displaying the same skill as when he'd lapped and sucked my pussy and soon I was shivering with lust as another orgasm began building up at record speed. He had done the most humiliating thing a man can do, licking out his mistress’ anus, and it made me feel powerful and in full control.

“I want you to fuck this superior bitch, you miserable excuse for a man. I want you to stick your big black cock inside my pussy now, Leroy. This is for my pleasure, not yours, so don’t you dare come inside me!”

 I was panting, just like a bitch in heat. I felt his shaking hands steady my hips as the head of his hard cock pressed against the lips of my pussy. The head, surprisingly large, forced its way into my well-lubricated pussy and I felt widely stretched as more of his cock slipped inside. It seemed to go on endlessly making me wonder how much more there was. Eventually I felt the crispiness of his pubic hair being crushed against my buttocks, as his dangling testicles bounced against the top of my slit. He had a very long and thick cock and I felt it pulsing, twitching and throbbing in the wet tunnel of my churning pussy as I clenched my vaginal muscles. I kept it firmly prisoner, not allowing him to start thrusting, as I enjoyed the delightful sensation of having my pussy fully impaled on the biggest cock I’d ever taken.

I ordered him to use his hands. I shivered with arousal as he stroked my back, over my waist, my arms, and my dangling breasts, down to my belly then my thighs as his hard cock stayed buried to the hilt inside the throbbing sheath of my sex. Only when I was teetering on the brink of another orgasm did I finally relax the grip and allowed him to begin stroking his cock in and out of my pussy. His long cock rode smoothly, helped by the added lubrication of mixed saliva and pussy juices. As he thrust in a strong, steady rhythm I could hear the wet squelching sounds echoing in the bathroom.

My second orgasm was imminent and I gave myself up completely to the approaching pleasure. His strong, hard cock continued pistoning in and out of my squelching pussy while he held me by the waist. It only seemed that it was seconds later that I screamed loudly as a huge orgasm exploded. My body felt as if it was being consumed by fire. My pussy clenched and relaxed around his cock as he began to ram it so fast that it hardly seem to clear my pussy before it was back all the way inside. He rammed one last time, driving his cock right to the hilt inside my churning pussy, while pulling my bottom back strongly against his stomach, and exploded. He'd disobeyed my orders but I was so lost in the spasms of a huge orgasm that I could not find the strength to pull away. He held me pinned against him, his body jerking, and I felt him pumping a large dose of his semen into the depths of my pussy. My spasming walls sucked strongly on his ejaculating cock, so that he was soon groaning for mercy. I made sure that I had squeezed every nuance of pleasure I could. When I felt that I'd milked the last drop I allowed my vaginal walls to relax so that he could withdraw the remains of his spent erection. With a tired groan he sat back on his heels. In the mirror I could see a pleased expression on his sweaty face and I realized that I needed to do something immediately to regain my control over him.

“I told you not to come inside me, you miserable black bastard! I will teach you never to disobey me again. I want you to lick me clean!” I hissed, doubting that he would do it so was surprised when I felt the first touch of his tongue on my skin. 

His hands grasped my buttocks, holding them spread widely apart, as he licked along the valley before his mouth finally came in contact with my wet, sensitised pussy. Seconds later he was sucking right inside my open slit. I thought that I'd already achieved an orgasm stronger than any before but as his tongue slipped further and further into my pussy I realised that there was even better to come. The tongue went deeper and deeper, further than it had before, and was doing wild things, probing and licking, lashing and lapping until I thought I would go out of my mind. Then he stopped licking and his wide open mouth closed round my pussy as he sucked his semen out of its depths. Having consumed so much champagne it wasn’t surprising that I lost control over my bladder and started filling his mouth with golden urine. He surprised me by keeping his mouth glued to my sex and drinking every single drop.

The whole scenario was so obscene that I climaxed and it was so strong that I collapsed on top of him as urine and pussy juices flowed into his mouth. For a brief moment I blacked out. When I came to I found him licking my bottom just like a puppy.  Gathering the last vestige of my energy I pulled myself together and stood up. In my most imperious manner I told him to go, ignoring his pleas to be allowed to continue worshiping me.

When he’d left I had a bath. I thought about what I'd done and felt guilty that I had been unfaithful but, at the same time, I felt elated at having stamped my mastery over Leroy, the serial seducer of white women. What I had forgotten, in my arrogance, was that, since my husband had a vasectomy, I wasn’t using any form of contraception. Five weeks later the first signs became to show and I realised that Leroy had knocked me up!