nbsp;                                            A. G. Thomas



With a deep sigh of contentment Peter Forest glanced down at the scantly clad woman slobbering over his cock and balls. Who would of ever thought that the uptight bigoted wife of his boss could have so easily been turned into a cock whore he silently chuckled. A cock whore who by the way had been responsible for some of his biggest deals over the past several months. Absently his fingers pushed through her long strawberry blond hair before caressing her ear as his thoughts shifted to his latest prospect.

He was sure that like all his other clients away from the watchful eyes of their wife\'s that the man would request a call girl for a night of fun and games. Well no problems there. He\'d simply put the client up in the suite he reserved at the Marriott Marquis just as he always did and then he\'d call Mrs. Ross and give her a time to be there. What could be easier then that, and to top it off he saved money in the process because unlike a call girl Regina Ross was his to give away as he willed. Life sure was sweet he mused as her brightly painted lips closed over the bulbous head of his nine plus inch purplish black cock.

With her tongue alternating fluttering snake like against the slit on the tip of his cock and lapping against the vein rich underside he looked kindly into her upturned worshipful eyes. God but the bitch could suck dick. She could probably get a contract signed with just her mouth alone. Probably had he silently chuckled. Still though the slut knew better then to deny any of his clients the use of her other holes. So, talented mouth or not, she never left the suite without her cunt, and in quite a few cases her asshole, getting a thorough workout.

The many signed contracts he\'d gotten were testament to that. What neither Regina or any of his clients knew was that the suite was wired. The videos were strictly a precautionary measure in case a client tried to renege. If he were into blackmail the tapes alone would have made him rich and if not, well then he would of had the pleasure of destroying several prominent businessmen.

Another use of the videos was pornography, and he had little doubt that if he were to post them on the internet that he would make a fortune. But there again he drew the line, unless of course the time came where it was necessary to do so in order to destroy someone. Until that time came though it was better to have them for his own, and his friends viewing pleasure.

A smile brightened his face at the thought that at least twice a week for the last three months Mrs. Ross had been fucking those same friends thinking they were clients of his. If she had an inkling that they weren\'t really clients of his though she never said anything. She was such a slut for black pleasuring that he could have arranged for a score or more of negro\'s to gangbang her every week and she would have acquiesced willingly and without the slightest of hesitation.  

A smile curled his lips at the memory of the first time that he had fucked her. It had been at her own house during a party that her husband had thrown to celebrate of all things a huge contract that he himself had pulled off. The old man had fawned on him as if he were the savior of the company while Regina had all but spit in his face. In fact at one point when he had gone out of his way to be friendly she had slapped him. To make matters even worse she had threatened to tell her husband that he had tried to seduce her.

As people had started to leave she had excused herself claiming she had a headache. Instead of him to leaving as he should have he had inconspicuously followed her and several minutes later on her marital bed he had rammed it to her. He had fucked her for no other reason then because she had pissed him off. The next day at work he had sat on pins and needles waiting for the police to arrest him for rape. To his surprise though instead of the police it was Mrs. Ross who stopped by his office minutes before the end of the work day.

After telling him that she had told her husband she was going shopping she had locked his door. Over the next couple of hours as he had drilled her every hole she had lustfully screamed, begged and pleaded for him to fuck her. His taunts that day that she was a black cock slut, a white trash whore to be used by any negro wanting a piece of white tail were gaspingly answered in the affirmative.

In the days and weeks that followed he never once stopped taunting her, never once stopped belittling her during her thrice weekly visits. If anything with each visit his scenarios of other negro\'s using her; of five, ten, twenty of them at a time shoving their hard dark cock\'s into her became ever more vivid, ever more descriptive. Before the fifth week had gone by she was begging him to give her to other negro\'s.

Without batting an eye or with the least bit of remorse he had done so. Not out of vengeance or hatred for in Regina\'s case he felt neither. He did so solely to cement his dominance over and her dependance on him as lover, and if need be and if he so desired, her pimp.  

He had taken her to his suite at the Marriott, and there until the wee hours of the next morning a steady stream of negro\'s had walked through the door of his suite. There wasn\'t a negro on the Marriott\'s night staff that momentous evening that hadn\'t enjoyed the pleasures that her thirty six year old but still tight white body offered at least once. It was then, as cock after cock was thrust into her every orifice, quite often multiply especially during their second using of her, and while he had video taped her degradation that his plan for her had materialized.

Twenty nine negro\'s, eighteen of which had entered his hotel suite a second time, had pleasured themselves with her that night. When finally after better then twelve hours the last one had left and as she lay lethargic and covered in spunk, but still horsely whimpering for someone to shove their black cock into her, for someone to bred her that he had told her of his plans for her.

As he had first wiped her listless body of the majority of cum with damp washcloths then carried her to the bathroom and placed her in the tub he had told her that she would be entertaining his clients. That she would be his personal prostitute which he would freely use to seal and finalize each deal. He had told her that she would be spreading her legs for at least one and sometimes as many as three negro\'s no less then three, and on occasion five times a week. It was a promise that he had readily kept.      


   

bsp;                                                A. G. Thomas



Back in front of the TV I ejected then inserted GANGBANG NURSE #1. Taking a long pull on the bottle I hit the play button and settled back. From the title I had expected it. But still, to see my wife walking into what appeared to be a hospital room and up to a patient laying on a bed almost floored me. She was wearing a nurses costume that just did cover the cheeks of her tight cute ass and damn but she looked hot.

It wasn't that it was just short. The damn thing was unbuttoned to her navel giving one a perfect view of her 34B breast which because of her five foot four stature appeared to be larger then they actually were. Moving to the "patient" she took his vitals, acting surprised when they were high. And why wouldn't they be with her leaning over him, her firm breast all but spilling from their meager cover.

With a huge grin the "patient" reared up and clamped his thick lips over her right nipple along with pulling her down onto his bed. A gasp of surprise issued from her lips. But instead of pulling away her hands closed about the tight kinky curls covering his head pulling him tighter to her breast. "Oh Mr. Billings you shouldn't do.... Ohhhhh.... Mr. Billings." Mr. Billings didn't, couldn't say anything what with his face pressed tightly to my wife's breast and his mouth full of taunt nipple.

Instead, he took her hand and guided it to the tent covering his lower body. As her hand closed about his sheet covered erection his thick lips moved from her breast up over her throat to cover hers. For several long minutes they passionately kissed before she, gasping raggedly pulled back. For a couple of heartbeats they looked into each others eyes and then she lowered her lips to his bare dark chest.

For several minutes she kissed and tongued his chest before concentrating on his nipples. As her lips and teeth teased each of his nipples in turn her hand moved from his sheet covered cock upward then beneath the sheet. As her hand moved downward so to did the sheet until along with her hand closing about him he was fully exposed. With a last nip at his left nipple she raised her face from his chest and again looked into his eyes.

"May I kiss it" she purred as her hand massaged his almost eight inch cock like a milk maid would a heifer's tit. Without waiting for an answer her head moved downward until she was directly over him. Her tongue flicked out to swirl over his piss slit lapping up the pearl like drops of pre cum oozing from it. A pulsing purr of pleasure issued from her lips as they opened and a micro second later slipped down over the crown of his cock.

As her head bobbed up and down the first three or four inches of his cock and as his ass bounced from the bed he sputtered "Damn bitch but you does love black cock don't you!" For a moment her only reply was a louder pulsing hum issuing from her throat and then she raised her face from his crotch to look into his broadly grinning face. "Oh yes I just can't get enough of it. The smell, the taste is so much better then my husband's skinny little white cock. And the thick warm cum. Ohhhh, I get goose bumps just thinking of it's taste. The flavor is almost intoxicating."  

Hardly had the last syllable left her mouth before she again lowered her head to his crotch. But this time it was to kiss his egg size nodules and tongue the area surrounding them. As she did so his fingers traced lazy patterns ever higher up her inner thigh. Obligingly her legs parted allowing him unfettered access to that which he sought. As his dark fingers slipped beneath her super short nurses uniform and touched her cunt her slim body shuddered slightly and a muffled sigh issued from around the cock between her lips.

For several minutes each pleasured the other thus. She kissing and licking his balls and he lightly running his fingers over her cunt and teasing her clit. Seconds later at almost at the same exact instant she again took him into her mouth while he in his fervor pushed two fingers into her. As his fingers moved faster and deeper into her mumbled gasp of arousal and pleasure came from her cock stuffed mouth.

A third finger, along with his thumb rubbing over her clit, tormented her cunt for minutes on end while she, with but the crown of his cock between her lips and with her tongue fluttering against and pressing into the underside of his cock, drew a suction that would have rivaled a suction pump.

With her attention thus focused she was not aware of the door opening. Nor was she conscious of the beaming grins on the faces of the three negro males, two of which couldn't have been more then sixteen. Neither did she hear the startled gasp of "Aaron" from the beautiful young woman who might have been either the young mans wife or the elder sister of the two teenagers. Mr. Billings though was all to aware of their presence and tried to push my wife from him but she would not be denied.

Despite the mans initial panic his hips continued to push up at my wife's face. A heartbeat later with a loud groan his ass pushed from the bed and his hands flew to her head. Moments later he fell limply back onto the bed and his fingers untangled themselves from my wife's long reddish blonde hair. With a last kiss to the knob of his cock and a gentle squeeze of his testicles she sat up on the edge of the bed. When she did so she was looking directly into the faces of Mr. Aaron Billing's visitors.

No one said a word. But as the smartly dressed light skin black woman turned about to look into the hallway as if looking for someone of authority the three visiting males stepped further into the room. As they approached Aaron's bed and my wide eyed wife the eldest unzipped his pants. Stepping before my wife and with hands on hips he looked down at the young man in the bed and snickered "looks as if your fit enough to get out of here little brother."

Shifting his attention to my wife he said "only fair that my brothers nurse pay the same attention to his brothers don't you think." Without a word but licking her lips my wife reached out. As her fingers snaked into his pants and struggled to pull his erection from his fly the two younger boys stepped up beside their elder brother. In their excitement at the prospect of having a beautiful white woman do to them as she had to Aaron together with crowding closer they unzipped and pulled their cock's out.

Unlike Aaron's cock, the one that she had just freed was maybe five inches in length and a circumference of an aspirin bottle. As for the two that were brushing my wife's cheeks and straining for her mouth, they too were about five inches long but only about two inches around. Leaning forward slightly my wife slipped her lips over the cock directly before her. As her lips began to move up and down the first couple of inches of the eldest boys cock she reached up and grasped the two teenagers.

A nervous giggle burst from the two youngsters as my wife's fingers closed about and began pumping their pulsing erections. The young woman whom everyone had forgotten about but who had seen her three brothers step toward my wife closed the door and walked to Aaron's bed. As one the three before my wife reached out to touch the white woman who without protest was pleasuring them. Marquel, the one whom she was sucking, slid his fingers into her reddish blonde hair cupping the back of her head. Nequise and Kenay, the eager teenagers, closed their dark fingers on her nipples.

A collection of soft whimpering oohs' issued from around the cock sliding between my wife's lips as the two youngsters rolled, tugged and pinched her nipples. Without warning Marquel released his hold on my wife's head and stepped back. When he did the youngster on my wife's right twisted his fingers into her hair yanking her face in his direction while thrusting his hips forward.

Without hesitation her lips parted and she took him into her mouth eliciting a groan from him. The other youngster tried to move directly in front of my wife but couldn't because Marquel had dropped to his knees between her slightly parted legs. Never the less he managed to press his cock to her lips and was rewarded seconds later when she relinquished his brothers cock. Placing his hands on her thighs he  

A gurgling whimper burst from around the dark cock sawing between her lips and a shudder as if from a chill racked my wife's petite body as Marquel spread her legs and pushed his face to her sparsely covered vulva. With Marquel's hands gripping my wife's thighs holding her to his face and with the two excited teenagers yanking her face first one way then the other she was totally at their mercy. She offered no resistance though to their eagerness, and in fact attacked whichever cock was presented to her with vigor, while as if with a mind of its own her pelvis repeatedly jerked against Marquel's probing, lapping tongue.

It was in the midst of this seeming free for all that the young woman finally spoke. "Why don't you two horny ass niggers lay the bitch on her back and fuck the shit out of her instead of fighting over her mouth. Course you'll have to get your older brother's mouth off her cunt first. Shouldn't be to much of a problem though if'n you offer him first crack at the nasty slut."

For a moment the two teenagers looked at each other and then as one pushed her down onto Aaron's bed. Aaron who had saw it coming had already slid from his bed to make room for her as his three brother's began tearing at their clothes. My wife, her uniform top already off her shoulders and midway down her arms worked it the rest of the way off. Drawing her legs up she grabbed her ankles and spread her legs apart giving the four men and one woman an excellent view of her cunt.

Her eyes twinkling with lust she looked expectantly at each of the men while they with animal like rumblings in their throat's drew tighter about the bed. But before Marquel or any of the others could fall atop her the woman threw herself atop my wife. As their lips met my wife released her ankles and began franticly tearing at Latisha's clothes who herself was trying to do the same. Moments later she was as naked as my wife and the two of them were exploring each others body's with lips and fingers.

The brothers, not wanting to be left out, ran their hands over each woman's slim quivering body. It made no difference that one of them was their sister. Each woman's breast were squeezed and their nipples pinched and tugged while they with their faces between the others legs moaned incessantly. When at long last they fell apart Latisha was lifted from the bed by Aaron and carried to the unoccupied second bed. As he fell to the bed with his sister Marquel crawled between my wife's legs.

Almost as one the cock's of the two men sank into the warmth of the women's body's. But it wasn't only their cunts that welcomed male virility. The two teenagers not wanting to be denied nor willing to wait their turns presented their cock's to both my wife's and Latisha's gasping mouths. Without hesitation both women's lips closed about the eager cock's drawing a suction. Over the next forty or so minutes each woman not only fucked but sucked the cock's of all four brothers.

The orgy though was not over for even as the last of the brothers to use my wife rolled from atop her the door opened. For a moment the old man just stood there in the open doorway starring wide eyed and with mouth hanging open at my wife. Reluctantly pulling his eyes from my wife he turned them on each of the young men and finally Latisha. He didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know what had been going on as the women had that fresh fucked look upon their faces while the four brothers had huge shit eating grins on their faces.

Leaving his cleaning supplies in the hallway he released the door and staggered toward my wife as one hypnotized. Not a word had been spoken yet anticipation lit my wife's face as she watched the old negro walked stiff legged toward her. With every step toward her he shed an article of clothing. It wasn't until he was along side her though that he dropped his underwear. When he did a gasp slipped not only from my wife's lips but Latisha's as well.

The mans semi hard dark chocolate colored cock looked every bit as large as Marquel's, and he wasn't even fully hard. Licking her lips seductively my wife sat up and swung her legs off the bed. Reaching out she closed both hands around his cock squeezing and pumping him to even greater hardness. Unbelievably he appeared to grow even longer and fatter as the blood rushed into his dark appendage.

Slipping to her knees before him, and after a worshipful gaze into his smiling face, her lips and tongue traced the length and breadth of his dick. When her lips again touched the uncircumcised head of his cock her tongue flicked out to probe and tease his flesh. Like a train entering a tunnel her tongue probed his flesh searching for the outlet of the fluid staining his dark flesh. A soft purr like moan issued from her as her tongue lapped up his pre cum like a cat lapping up milk. Seconds later satisfied with her effort she opened her mouth to take him in but it was not to be.

" Ain't your mouf I be wanting white girl, it's your snatch. So gets your sweet ass up on dat bed and gets ready for some black pleasuring." Jumping to her feet she fell back onto the bed spreading her legs at the same time. But on her back was not how he wanted her. Ordering her to roll over and bring her knees beneath her he climbed onto the bed behind her. Grabbing her waist he jerked her up and back raising her pert ass higher. "Which hole you be wanting this nigger to ream white girl? Is you wanting me to slam your already fucked sloppy cunt or your shitter" he growled as his heavy dark cock moved between her butt cheeks.

Before my wife could answer a hysterical yell filled the momentary silence. "Aaron, Marquel, stop him for God sake. He'll tear her if he shoves that horse cock into her" Latisha screamed. But the brothers stood unmoving as the old skinny janitor scooped cum from her throughly fucked cunt. Only after he had smeared the discharge of the four brothers over the first couple of inches of his monstrous cock and prodded first her cunt then the tight puckered ring of her anus did they move. But before they had moved a foot his angry growl and seething look stopped them in their tracks.

"Unless you chillin's be wanting to shoves your little pecker's in the bitch's mouf whilst I breeds her you best stop right there." Turning his attention back to my wife he gripped her butt cheeks splaying them apart. Again his heavy cock moved between my wife's two holes only this time as the broad head touched her cunt he pushed against her.

Squeals, were they of pain, or arousal, burst from my wife's lips as he pressed against her. It was so hard to tell after having seen the other video as well as after having looked at all the photographs. A minute, then three and four dragged by as he pressed against her cunt before suddenly her lips flowered apart and the gigantic broad head followed by maybe three almost wrist thick inches slipped into her.

A choked wail burst from her throat. Again I couldn't help but wonder if it were of pain or pleasure. For a moment he held still then slowly ever so slowly he pulled back till but the very tip of his horse cock remained between her cunt lips. Again he remained motionless only to suddenly along with jerking her to him thrust his hips forward like a rutting animal. Three, five, eight thick inches disappeared from view before he again ceased moving.

My wife trembling. Repeated whimpering gasp of to big, to big tumbled from her mouth as time and again he almost withdrew before with a rolling corkscrew twist of his hips drove the same eight inches into her. Each time he did so he jerked her backwards to meet his thrust. Her gasping oomph's turned to mewing purrs of pleasure as at first imperceptibly then with ever more growing vigor her cute tight ass wiggled and pushed back to meet his every thrust.

Spittle sprayed from his thick lips as in conjunction to his repeatedly driving into her he sputtered "fuck it honky. Fuck that chocolate snake. Oh yeah girlie that's it. That's what I talking about." With her now taking as much as ten inches of his cock relatively easy no longer did he find it necessary to jerk her backwards each time he pushed forward. His hands slid up her sides then beneath her to alternately squeeze and tug her breast.

With a sputtering exclamation of what could have only been pleasure and satisfaction he drove the last inch of his blue black hardness into her. Not a centimeter of his near foot long almost wrist thick cock remained visible whenever he pushed into her. Her butt cheeks, splayed apart to the point of tearing, allowed the camera to testify to the fact that every inch of the old negro's cock was buried in her cunt.

More moans and ever clearer pleas to be fucked, to be bred, to be given a baby issued from her lips. Sliding his hands from her breast to her biceps down to her wrist he jerked her arms from beneath her and back. Like a cowboy pulling on the reins of his pony he jerked her arms back forcing her head and upper torso to arch from the bed. Without inhibition and as if of their own accord her hips rolled and pushed masochistically back to meet his every full length deep thrust.

 For maybe another ten, twelve minutes he continued to drive into her before with a last twisting grind of his loins he held himself to her. A guttural growl of "going to give you a black baby vanilla" welled from his chest as he sent his thick globular spunk flowing over the walls of her womb. With her slight frame vibrating like a tuning fork she choked out her pleasure.

YES.... Yes.... Oh God Yessssss.... Give me your cum. Give me your cum. Fill my whore cunt with your black baby making cum. YES.... Yesssss.... Yessssssssssss bubbled from her trembling lips before fading to nonsensical gibberish. Pulling his cock from her he pushed her away and crawled from the bed. Collapsing face down onto the bed she lay as if unconscious as the old negro after sliding from the bed walked around to where her head lay.

Twisting his fingers into her reddish blonde hair he lifted her head from the rumpled sheets pulling her face to his slimy cock. "Clean me honky, my wife ain't wanting to smell slut cunt on her mans dick." Without hesitation and as if it were the natural and right thing to do her mouth opened to admit him. Along with pulling her face to him he pushed the bulbous head of his cock to her lips forcing them wide apart.

Surely if he forces that monster into her mouth he'll dislocate her jaws I thought as to my astonishment the bulbous spongy head forced its way past her lips into the warm moistness of her mouth. Two, three, four inches of the fat monster wormed their way between her lips before any sign of discomfort became apparent. With her lips stretched about his dark cock as tight as a rubber band he held himself in her mouth as with muffled groans she weakly struggled.

Pulling back he momentarily paused before again pushing forward sinking another half inch or so into her mouth just as he had done when forcing himself into her cunt. Momentarily pausing in his efforts to force his thick cock between her lips he looked into the stunned faces of the four brother's. "Go ahead boys have another go at the slut. Who knows, maybe if'n I didn't make her pregnant one of you's will" he chuckled.

Without waiting to see if his invitation for the youths to again enjoy my wife was accepted he lowered his twinkling eyes to her face. With an exaggerated slow rolling pump of his hips he pushed seven, almost eight inches between her lips and intro her mouth. Unbelievably you could see her throat swell as his cock slipped into her gullet. Light excited laughter issued from his thick lips as he pulled back and almost instantly pushed into her face again. Six, nine, ten inches of almost wrist thick cock slipped between my wife's widely stretched lips and into her throat.

Her arms began flailing about; her small hands beating against his thighs and stomach as his cock slipped into and blocked her esophagus. It was at that moment that one of the teenagers chose to crawl between her legs. Together with a giggling titter his hands locked on her waist pulling her buttocks up and back. But it wasn't her stretched cunt into which he thrust his cock it was her anus. For perhaps a minute she was sandwiched between the old janitor and the teenager before with a chuckle of "what a nasty cock whore" the old man pulled from her mouth.

As the janitor stepped back Aaron edged forward pressing his cock to my wife's gasping trembling lip's. With but a momentary hesitation her mouth opened inviting its use. For perhaps another twenty minutes the four brothers double teamed my wife before despite their youth and regenitive power they collapsed exhausted. The last image on the screen before it went dark was that of my wife and Latisha passionately kissing and fondling. As the screen went dark I fell back against the couch breathing heavily.

The sudden pounding on the door followed by a shout of "Mr. Bishop it's the police, open the door please" damn near stopped my heart.    

 



 






  

                               A. G. Thomas



With jowls slobbering even more then usual Umag stared from his hiding place at the tall willowy elf maiden. As his brain registered and stored what his yellow orbed eyes saw a burning itch grew between his short but powerfully built legs. In the past he had pleasured himself upon many a female of the puny humans that he and his kind were in a constant state of war with. None of them though had compared to the creature before him.

Not even the raven haired daughter of the chieftain that he had personally taken in the raid three suns ago. A shapely soft thing that he had pleasured himself with the first night and who was even now once more being enjoyed by the forty five remaining members of his bodyguard.

Pulling his mind back to the present his eyes flitted over the far shore searching for the other elves that he knew where present. Try as he might though he could see no evidence that any others were present. Not in the shore reeds nor in the high branches of the trees of the forest that came almost down to the rivers edge.

How was it he wondered that except for her huge white horse she was alone. Surely such a shapely thing wasn't an outcast. Again his bloodshot yellow eyes studied her looking for some deformity, some abnormality. There was none. None that is except for her strange manner of dress.

Usually her kind were draped with long flowing layers of the smoothest, shiniest of cloth. The willowy shapely thing before him though was wearing nothing like that. In fact she was nearly naked. Her arms and legs were encased in a pale red material that in each case covered nearly the whole limb.

Each small breast was covered by a dull black swath of cloth and about her hips, dropping to just past the top of her stockings, hang a loin cloth of the same black material. Neither the red or black cloth that did little to hide her willowy shape was of the shiny material that her kind usually wore. Still though he suspected it was one and the same.

If it were of the same material that her kind, especially the males, wore in battle it was remarkably strong. So strong that quite often arrows failed to penetrate the sheer material. He had seen as much with his own eyes. True, the arrows had been shot at extreme range.

But still, most of those that had fallen in the initial fusillade had been the humans within the elf ranks. Laughter welled in his brain. If he had of been in charge of the elf army that day he would have put the puny humans in the front ranks. He would have used the armor draped weaklings as fodder to dull the org attack.

The elves though spread them through their ranks in an effort to protect them as one would their young. Often such tactics went array as in the midst of battle the humans had a tendency to gravitate together thus becoming a chink in an otherwise strong army. Such had been the case months earlier when the elves and humans had marched out to stop the orc advance.

Neither army was able to claim victory that day  Still though that had been a tough battle and he had not been the only division commander who had lost the better part of his command that day.

Though the soldiers hatred toward elves had been strong before it was almost rabid now. Being the most battle hardened and senior captain he had been lucky as far as replacements. Other division had been disbanded and the men reassigned. He'd literally had his pick of battle hardened veterans. More satisfying then that though had been his promotion to Brigade Commander.  

Maybe the wench before him was the Gods way of paying him back for the lose of battle hardened troops that day. For a second a strange feeling wormed through his brain, and though sympathy was foreign to him that was what he felt for the elf maiden.

Unlike the human female who even now was pleasuring his men, and who would continue to do so until she was dead the elf would not be so fortunate. First as was his right and privilege as a brigade commander he would be the first to enjoy her. And when he eventually tired of her, she would be passed amongst his personal bodyguard and their pets. After that and with his men looking on and chanting encouragement she would be passed to the most deserving platoon and then on down the line until she was either a mindless blubbering husk or dead.

A soft moan welled from his broad yellowish green scaled chest and his cock swelled to the point of aching. Pungent pus colored fluid began leaking from his nearly fist thick cock at the thought of the shapely elf maiden being passed from soldier to soldier in the org army.

Her kind was so rarely seen alone outside the company of elf warriors and yet here this one was. It was as if she were being offered up to him. As he studied her bearing thoughts that such treatment as he had first imagined her fate became reprehensible.

A hiss almost of anger bubbled from his throat. No! If he were fortunate enough to capture her he would keep her for himself. Hers would not be the fate of the three elf maidens captured during the org army's initial thrust last year. 

The splashing of water, the horses terrified neigh, its stomping and moving about stopped his breathing. Like a rodent burrowing into the ground he pressed himself flatter to the earth. Had the large beast heard him? Maybe sensed him? Finally after what seemed like a life time he lifted his ugly face from the muddy ground to stare where he had last seen the elf maiden and her horse.

Unbelievably they were still there and just as unbelievable they were staring right at him but neither was making a move to run away. It was as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing and if they could were frozen in fear. A soft malicious chuckle rumbled in his throat.

He could tell the horse was nervous. He had seen such behavior before from the humans horses as the orc army, with a blood curdling battle cry and a ferocity that the humans hadn't expected, had met and turned aside their charge.

For a moment as he watched the elf maiden try to calm the huge beast he relived the glory of that battle. The ground shaking beneath his feet from the pounding of a thousand horses. The army, his army standing silent waiting, waiting, and then moments before the horses were upon them together with sword beating against shield a great shout welling up from the whole of the orc army.

The army, his army surging forward like a huge wave. The rending of armor, the screams of anguish and despair from both animal and human as the orc army had blunted then decimated the better part of them. Unlike as so often as before the humans had fought bravely both horse and foot. They had died by the hundreds, by the thousands, but before they had fled the field they had made the orc army pay dearly. Almost as dearly as they had.

Though even now, as he lay staring into the horses and the elf maidens eyes he hated to admit what he had felt that day. Shaking his head to clear it of such thoughts he slowly rose from the ground to stand silent before the pair. A broad grin twisted his fang filled mouth as instead of horse and elf fleeing the two stood trembling like leaves in a strong wind.

With sword in hand he shuffled forward on banta bowed legs ready to strike a killing blow if the horse charged. Without taking his eyes from either of them he stepped into the knee deep water and waded cautiously toward them. With each forward step of his the horse took a half step backward toward the far shore pulling the wide eyed elf maiden with him.

Another grin twisted his fang filled mouth. The pair were so frightened it was as if they didn't even have enough sense to make an attempt to flee. Just as the horse and a heartbeat later the elf maiden gained solid ground and while he was still nearly ten paces from them Umag gathered his strong legs beneath him and leaped.

As true as an arrow he came down almost dead center between the pair. The horse, panic stricken reared and Umag raised his sword to strike a killing blow but instead of the huge beast charging it whirled and fled into the dark forest. For a second as he looked into the large soft blue eyes of the elf maiden uncertainty as to his next move wormed into his brain, and his battle hardened reflexes and instinct failed him.

His sword hand dropped leaving him open to her attack, but she made no move toward the ornate silver handled knife strapped to her right thigh. Instead her long thin fingers reached out lightly caressing his scared wart covered yellowish green cheek. Her touch was as intimate as his woman's had been before she had died in battle beside him. She had been given to him by the master, not just because of his rank but because of his bravery in battle as well.

Love was foreign to his kind, but the master had said he should cherish and protect her and he had done his best. But as was her want, and though her kind was exceedingly rare, she had insisted in fighting beside him. When the elf arrow had pierced her throat and as she lay dying in his arms the battle had been forgotten. Her last jester before her life's blood had bubbled from her mouth had been a soft touch to his cheek much as the elf maiden was doing now.

Moisture filled his eyes as the memory of the loss of her filled his brain. Never had he felt such a rending and in his anguish he had been as terrible as a balrog. Human and elf alike had quaked and fled before him that terrible day but he had shown no mercy, no pity. How many he had killed in avenging the death of his mate he didn't know. 

Even when he was surrounded by elves and his sword had broken his rampage had not lessened. With claws and teeth he had ripped the life from his hated enemies and not once through it all had he taken a step back from his mate. Shaking his head to clear it of that terrible day he stood numbly as whisper soft words he couldn't begin to understand touched his ears.

He watched her lips moving, heard soft cooing sounds purring from her throat. To his astonishment and disbelief together with continuing cooing sounds she stepped to him and began running her long fingered hands lightly over his tree limb thick forearms and over his massively muscled chest. Her touch, the closeness of her shapely body, like a blanket on a cold night, sent a warmth through him that he was at a lose to explain.

Tighter she pressed to him and as she did her hands rose to cradle his broad ugly face and her small lips came down covering the wide slash of his tusk filled mouth. His brain screamed at him that what was happening wasn't right, that he was in danger but he couldn't move.

Dumbstruck he watched her take a step back. Watched as she untied then dropped the almost nonexistent small patches of cloth covering her small yet firm breast. For several heartbeats she stood looking at him before again reaching out. But this time her long fingered hands took his and brought them to her breast. Instinctively his stubby fingers squeezed and a quivering sigh spilled from her soft lips.

With her hands still coving his and while pressing his tighter to her small but firm breast her eyes slowly closed. A soft stuttering whimper issued from her and her head fell back as his fingers, at first lightly then harder, pinched and rolled nipples that were almost as big as the tip of his smallest finger.

For a life time they stood thus, he, pinching, squeezing, rolling breast and nipple and her sighing contentedly. Then opening her eyes, and while looking into his mystified yellowish orbs her hands dropped from his to her hip. A moment later the whisper thin dark cloth that had been doing little to hid her lower body fluttered to the waters edge and floated away.

With but her pale red arm and leg coverlets remaining she stood unashamedly before him for several in drawn breaths. Slowly, as if not to startle or alarm him, her long fingered hands rose to again cover his. The pressure of her fingers, her soft pleasurable moan were as indications that she welcomed perhaps even treasured his touch. 

As he looked at her confusedly she smiled warmly. Slowly, though he was reluctant to release her small firm breast, he let her pull his hands from her. When he did so she pulled his arms about her placing his broad stubby fingered hands on her tight firm buttocks. Without further invitation he squeezed each tight cheek and she, without the slightest of hesitation, once more willingly pressed her willowy body to his. 

Again her long cloth covered fingers lightly glided up and down his tree limp thick arms and across his broad muscular chest. Again her lips lightly touched his before moving downward over his chin, his thick neck, his broad scaly chest. As her lips moved ever lower she fell to her knees before him. Whimpers that he knew to be that of arousal such as human females sometimes made issued from the elf maidens throat as her long slim fingers worked to loosen his coverings.

His mind coming awake he brushed her hands away taking charge of removing his girdle and leggings. His struggles were made all the more difficult with her squeezing and stroking his long fist thick organ through his corse coverings. Finally though he stood before her naked, his massive tool swaying less then a fingers width from her lips.

With her hot breath washing over the head of his secreting blood engorged organ, her long thin fingers stroking, squeezing him to even greater rigidity she looked up into his eyes. His hands reaching out, his fingers pushing into her sunset red hair; her heart shaped face moving unresistingly to him; her small perfect lips parting.

Pain! White hot searing pain exploding in his chest. His back arching, his hands wanting to reach up but unable to. Yellowish pus colored blood spraying from his lips together with his scream. Dumbly he looked down at the still kneeling elf maiden as if seeking an explanation.

Something protruding from his chest shimmering like the new born sun. His eyes clouding making it difficult for him to see the elf maidens beautiful face. He can admit that now, now that he knows that he is dying. Her and her kind are the very soul of the earth beautiful in every way, while he and his kind are but a mockery to their perfection.

Somehow one of his hands finds her face, caresses it brushes a tear from her cheek.  He would have loved her, treasured her, protected her even more then he had the mate that the master had given him. He would have killed anyone, even the master if he thought they meant her harm.

Another white hot rending pain explodes in his chest as the shimmering blade is twisted then pulled out. Unable to stand he drops to his knees. With extreme effort of will he raises his head from his chest focusing his rapidly glazing yellow orbs on the soft sky blue eyes filled with tears. Her arms reaching up cradling his head bringing it to her heaving naked breast. Soft pleasurable sounds interrupted by an occasional catch in her throat touch his ears as she slowly rocks back and forth.

His eyes close. A feeling of contentment, of peace, of tranquility that he has never known washes through him. His last thought as his final breath leaves him is that she an elf shed a tear for him. He is not aware of the soft Kingly elf voice telling his daughter and two dozen personal bodyguard that he would rather lose his kingdom then to ever again so deceitfully and without honor kill such a valiant and worthy foe.

Neither is he aware that before they depart that his body, instead of being left to carrion, is washed and clothed in the finest of elfin robes.  That he is placed on a bed of pine boughs and that with the elfin princess that he so loved with his dying breath crying over him his funeral pyre is lit.    

               

bsp;                       A.    G. Thomas



Oh God daddy, oh God, oh God, oh God I whimpered as my fingers twisted into his hair pulling his face tighter to the boiling, bubbling cauldron between my legs.

The thought that someone might hear my joy was the furthest thing from my mind as I screamed out my release. Yes, yesss, yesss, oh God daddy yesssssssss! My pleading moans of arousal rose to a crescendo then plunged into gurgling incoherent blubbering as with vice like intensity his fingers dug into my gyrating buttocks pulling me toward him.

Like overloaded circuit breakers at a power station the nerve centers of my brain tripped one after the other in quick secession. Rational thought was beyond me. My body of its own accord, twisted, bucked and ground into his face as his tongue delved deeply into the all consuming heat between my legs one last time.

Another gurgling wail of unadulterated lust and passion bubbled from my lips as every muscle in my petite quivering body tightened. My back arched from the rumpled sheets leaving but my head and feet in contact with the bed as in masochistic bliss in response to his teeth tormenting my clit like a dog with a bone.

Like an epileptic in the throes of a fit my slight petite frame shuddered convulsively as his hands and my own body lifted and held me against his pleasure giving grinning face.

My joy, my pleasure was only beginning though. No sooner had the brilliant flares of light died and I had sunk back onto the bed then his forearms slipped beneath my knees. Lust and depravity flashed from his eyes as he lifted my legs and pushed them up then back over me.

As my knees pressed into my small but firm breast fear should have griped the very foundation of my being. But my arousal was such that even had my brain been capable of rational thought fear was the last thing that would have wove through it.

Like a puppy knowing it was going to be rewarded my upturned exposed loins wiggled and danced with passionate fervor. As his rigidity poked at the entrance to my soul incoherent babblings of want and need spilled from my lips.

Again and again his masculinity prodded at my slit only to slide aside. A savage growl burst from his lips drowning out my own whimper of frustration. Releasing my left leg he grasped his cock centering its bulbous head to my cunt.

Just before the heavy mushroom head slipped into me he chuckled going to fuck you Sam. Going to fuck your skanky cock-loving ass so hard your eyeballs are going to pop out of that pretty face of yours.

Slowly, teasingly the bulbous crown then two, four and finally all seven inches of his wonderful cock wormed into me. With each glorious inch every nerve ending in my body flared as if hit with electricity. Such was the feeling that shot through me that had my heart not already been beating it would have been shocked back into service.

His weight pressing down on me. His demeaning, gutturally hissed words calling me a tramp, a cock hungry slut filled my ears, my brain. Yet surprisingly I felt no shame, instead I felt only exaltation.  

Like a wolf feeding upon a rabbit his teeth gnashed, bit, tore at my shoulder and neck. Without thought my head tipped back exposing my throat to his hungry gnawing.  A soft whimpering moan of arousal slipped from my trembling lips as his mouth closed over my juggler.

Though he hung motionless above me the pulsing of his cock inside me throbbed in time to that of my life’s blood as he hungrily sucked. A picture of a female victim of Brahm Stokers Dracula flashed before me as my hands weakly rose then dropped to the back of his head.  

Just as I had oft imagined the sultry victim of the master vampire doing my mind screamed feed love, feed. But just as my hands somehow found the strength to press his hungry feeding mouth tighter to my throat his lips trailed downward across my chest.

My disappointment was short lived though for a heartbeat later his lips closed over my left nipple. The scraping of his tongue, the nipping of his teeth, tore a gurgling moan of ecstasy from my rapidly rising and falling chest.

Like an indecisive child that had been presented with two different flavors of ice cream his mouth moved from one nipple to the other then back again. Through it all the mush jokingly called my brain screamed out my body’s wants.

The sensation of his lips, tongue and nipping teeth first on my throat and then on my nipples ripped through me like a meteor storm. Such had been the sensation flooding through me that I had not realized that he had begun to drive into me.  

Upon the realization though my mind babbled fuck me daddy, fuck your whore of a daughter. As if he had looked into the gooey mush of my brain and read my thoughts he began to animalistic, savagely drive into me.

With his powerful fingers locked about my calfs spreading my legs wide to either side of me I was unable to move my loins to met his powerful thrust as readily as I wanted to. Yet wanting him to know that I gloried in his taking of me I somehow managed to wrap my arms about his thick waist and grasp his driving buttocks.

My body felt as if it were aflame as with animal like growls he drove powerfully into me. In answer to his whizzing labored grunts whimpering pledges of love, of supplication reverberated off the walls of my skull.

What I had thought were silent pleading sobs on my part were anything but. For even as the words rippled through the mush of my brain his large callused hand covered my mouth and nostrils turning my screams of ecstasy to muffled incoherence.

As the supply of oxygen, which had been feeding my heaving lungs all but vanished my tightly closed eyes opened wide. Surprisingly neither fear nor panic gripped me as I looked up into his cold cruel eyes, though in reality they should have. Was this how I was going to die instead of how he had so often taunted me. If so, why?

As my eyes began to slowly close and darkness pressed ever closer about me I couldn’t help but think what a waste. Where would he ever again find a woman so willing to give of herself as I had? If his son Jacob again married would daddy's next daughter in law be so obedient, so supplicant to his every wish as I had been? I somehow doubted it.

As the final molecule of oxygen emptied from my lungs and nothingness closed in a secretive smile flickered across what little consciousness remained. In the fleeting microsecond that remained of my life the memory of when he had first crawled atop me flashed before me. Every detail, every nuance as sharp as if it had happened hours ago instead of years.

It had been the day after my marriage. Jacob had just left with his mother for her doctor appointment leaving me alone in new unfamiliar settings. Aware that no one would be home for hours I hadn’t bothered to change out of my sheer white ruffle lace baby doll. A deliciously sinful affair that Jacob had presented to me after the wedding.

I was sitting at the breakfast nook sipping coffee and fuming about Jacob’s failure to consummate our marriage when suddenly someone’s arms had encircled me. Before I could think to react lips were nuzzling my ear and over familiar hands were fondling my breast.

My first thought as I instinctively settled back against my unseen accoster's chest was that my husband had dropped his mother at the doctor's office then returned to fulfill his husbandly duties. Something which he'd been unable to do last night because he'd had to much to drink.

A soft purr rumbled in my throat as together with angling my head back over my shoulder my eyes closed and my lips pursed in anticipation of his kiss. But the lips that met mine were anything but gentle. In a panic my eyes flew open, but my accouter was to close.

With his lips still pressing against mine he turned me about. As he did so his lips pressed even harder against mine silencing any protest I might have made. My hands lifted to his chest to push him away but I had no strength and they simply rested there.

As my accoster’s tongue pressed against my lips seeking entrance his hands roamed over my slight shivering body like a blind mans. Despite my fright as well as honestly not knowing who was kissing and fondling me my eyes drifted shut.

A soft moan escaped me only to be swallowed by the man’s mouth. The instant my lips had parted slightly allowing the moan to escape his tongue had slithered into my mouth like a snake seeking a new home. As his tongue and hands continued to explore my mouth and body I felt like putty in an artist hands ready and willing to be shaped and molded how so ever he desired.

Another louder moan escaped me as his hand slipped between my legs and without my willing them to do so they parted. I felt more then heard his chuckle as his fingers rubbed over the growing dampness between my legs.

Suddenly his lips left mine and a guttural chuckle filled my ears. Though I was no longer being kissed my eyes remained tightly shut as I reviled in the unfamiliar sensations rippling through me like waves.

I remember thinking that this man was a rapist. That I should be fighting him. That I should be scratching him, clawing him, screaming out my indignation. But then the thought that if I did so he could and probably would hurt me flashed through my mind.

No! Better that I acquiesce. Better that I accept the inevitable. Being soled and alive was so much more preferable then being dead. Still though my body had no business reacting to this degenerates touch as it was.

Despite having accepted my fate no small measure of disappointment flowed through me. My virginity was going to be taken by an uncaring stranger instead of by my husband.

Yet quick on the heels of disappointment was also one of elation. I was finally going to feel what it truly meant to be a woman. Never mind that it wasn't my husband. Never mind that someone other then him would enjoy that which I had been saving solely for him.  

With those lurid thoughts shame flickered dimly in the shadows of my mind. Would Jacob still love me after this? Would he even want me after this man had soiled me? But even as doubts about the future of my marriage flashed across my consciousness my body shivered with want.

As if in an erotic dream I felt the tie of my sheer lace baby doll loosen then the flimsy material itself as if in slow motion slid from my shoulders. A soft approving whistle filled the silence as my small but firm breast were exposed to his sight and touch. Almost before my mind had grasped that fact his hands closed over my breast.

God but you’re a hot little minx aren’t you he chuckled as his fingers, at first teasingly and then ever harder, pinched and tugged at my nipples. My only response was another purring moan and the uncontrollable shivering of my petite frame as if from a chill.

Through it all despite my wanting desperately to see this stranger that was to take my virginity my eyes remained tightly closed. Not even when his hands tugged at my G-string and my buttocks rose from the seat thus allowing for its easy removal did they open! A simple light touch to my inner thighs on his part and my legs as if with a mind of their own opened wider.

My chest rose and fell and ragged gasp issued from my lips as while one rough calloused hand continued to fondle my breast the fingers of the other glided over the puffy aroused lips of my vagina. For long immeasurable minutes his fingers teased me, toyed with me.

Heat surged upwards from between my legs to meet that which flared from my  breast. A tiny faint voice, hysterical with fear, screamed that what was happening was wrong but I paid it no heed as my body shivered in response to his touch. A second later a groan of disappointment burst from my lips as the fingers that had been fluttering over my wet lips moved away.

My disappointment though was short lived as together with a mirth filled chuckle his fingers again set about teasing me, torturing me. Like a feather they glided along my upper thigh moving toward my knee before gliding upwards again to tease the bubbling cauldron between my legs. Again and again for what seemed like an eternity the fingers traced their teasing torturing path while I in response and with body trembling moaned ever louder.

A slight touch to my thigh and again as if with a mind of their own my legs opened yet wider. A movement more sensed then felt and then together with fingers grasping each of my upper thighs something round and hairy moved between my legs and against the moistness between them.

Instinctively, though never before having experienced such, I knew that the hairy bowling ball sized object between my legs was my accoster's head. Oh God I silently groaned thats nasty. But despite that thought as his tongue slide over me my stomach muscles tightened and my loins pushed against his face.

My hither to fore fluttering hands came to rest atop his head. My buttocks, without conscious command from me, squirmed and bounced from my stool. Squeaks like that a mouse would make, and which I somehow knew were mine, filled the otherwise silent kitchen as I humped and ground against the flickering tongue exploring my love cannel.  

I was both afraid yet wanting desperately to see this man who was awakening my body but try as I might I couldn’t make my eyes open. Yet a minute later after several more stabbing, probing, swipes followed by the mans teeth closing over my clit they did. For a moment I saw only whiteness then slowly it dawned on me that I was staring at the ceiling.

Look down Sam! Look down and see who's between your legs my addled brain had screamed but my head wouldn't obey the command. Then slowly, ever so slowly together with continuous squeals of pleasure spilling from my lips my chin dropped to my chest. As my eyes tried to focus on the top of his head he pushed back from me and tilted his face up to look into mine.

A chocked startled gasp had erupted from my constricted throat bloating out the words I had only just begun to grasp the meaning of. There between my widely spread legs grinning up at me mirthfully was my father in law Harold Rice. Even as the realization gripped me it did not stay my fingers from tightening in his hair and endeavor to pull him back to me.

Please what Sam he repeated, as I had looked down at him dumbfounded not fully comprehending his words. Please what Sam? Please fuck me daddy! Is that what your trying to say you nasty little slut? What’s the matter? Didn’t my boy give your sweet smelling pussy a proper workout last night?

Or are you such a slut for cock that you’ll let any swinging dick have a go at your snatch? Tell me you fucking cunt! Tell me or I’ll leave you to get your own self off with a candlestick. Tell me God damn it!

The look in his eyes as well as his seething hurtful words frightened me. I wanted to tell him that I was a virgin. I wanted to tell him that his son had been to drunk to consummate our marriage but speech was beyond my capability.

Angrily he pulled me from the stool. Then turning me about he pushed my face down against the seat I had just vacated. A stinging slap to my right buttocks tore a gurgling whimper from me. Again and again and yet again his hand rose and fell.

Each resounding smack was harder then the one before. I tried to stifle the tears and wretched sobs erupting from my chest but couldn’t. Then finally after what seemed like a lifetime he quit spanking me. But strangely instead of feeling relief I felt…. Wanting.

He must have sensed such for with labored breath he cackled oh the little cock slut likes her fanny being spanked does she! Well I got something else she'll like a whole lot better.

The sound of his zipper being yanked down was like that of a passing freight train to my ears. A whimper of fear spilled from my lips but I couldn’t stop my body from trembling or my buttocks from pushing back as something spongy yet abnormally hard moved up and down my moistened vagina.

I felt my lips parting, felt the first invading inch of him enter me. Mocking ramblings of oh yeah slut that’s it wiggle that ass for daddy hissed from his lips. Show daddy how much you want his cock drilling your nasty snatch you cock hungry skank whore. His words were demeaning, hurtful, but instead of being appalled or offended I wallowed in the degradation of them as if they were praise.

I tried to choke back the continuous whimpering sobs spilling from my lips as the first thick inch of what my fevered brain told me had to be a telephone pole slowly wormed into me. The effort was futile though for in spite of the awesome length and girth that I imagined his cock to be, and despite the knowledge that if such were the case that it would split me in two I couldn't stop my soulful passionate moans or the wiggling of my hips.

An inch then two, and finally three wormed into me only to nearly withdraw before again reentering me. Again and again he slowly methodically sawed in and out of the searing heat between my trembling legs. What sounded like incoherent gibberish tumbled from my lips as together with bracing myself on the seat I pushed back against his grinding driving loins.

Words of dirasion and mocking laughter filled my ears as his hands locked about my thin waist in an effort to control my movements. The effort was meaningless though as a million years of evolution and instinct guided me. My body felt as if it were being consumed by a roaring bonfire. A sensation like that of cold water dripping onto a hot skillet shot through my brain as his sweat and spittle dropped onto my back.

Again and again he pushed into me and with each thrust he not only sank a little deeper but the movement of his pelvis became more erratic and faster. My pussy felt as if it were being stretched beyond belief, felt as if it would never again be the same, but I cared not. All that mattered, all that existed for me was his cock, his thick wonderful glorious cock.

Together with my hips pushing back to met him my abdomen undulated like a belly dancers. Behind me labored grunts of thats it slut, thats it! Show daddy how much better you like his cock then your husbands! Show daddy how much of a slut you are for his cock reverberated in my ears as his hands slid up my sides then beneath me.

Like a farmer milking a heifer his fingers kneaded my breast and stretched my nipples. A gurgling groan a passion and arousal lodged in my throat as the bulbous head of his cock pushed against my hymen a last time before ripping it asunder.

Pain such as I had never before felt tore through me as with the lose of my virginity his rigid organ bored to the very depths of my being. A disbelieving whoop of holy fucking shit a virgin; the fucking bitch is a God damn virgin made its way into my brain through the ringing in my ears. His discovery though was meaningless to me as a flare of brilliance like that of an exploding sun burst in my brain.

The heat from its exploding burned me, consumed me and I didn’t care. Dimly through ears deadened by the pounding of my heart and the blood roaring through my veins I heard a warbling screech. The wail though had no meaning to me as what felt like molten lava flowed into me sending my already trembling body into convulsions as if from a terrible fever.

Another sun exploded. Then another, and another, and yet another and then blackness. Contentment, tranquility and a feeling that I couldn’t describe encompassed me. A sensation like that of floating, of being rocked gently like a baby in its cradle tickled my numbed mind.

So blissful was the feeling that I never wanted it to end, but then slowly my eyes opened. A moment, an eternity slipped by before I realized that I was lying in my wedding bed and hovering above me driving his beautiful hard cock slowly and deeply into me was my father in law. Twice more that morning he made love to me and each time he did the glory, the bliss, the rapture that I felt was as great or greater as the first time.

Why would daddy deny me that which had never lessened in all the years I had supplicated myself? More importantly though was why would he deny himself the pleasures of my body? Pleasures such as his wife never had or ever would give him and yet I his daughter in law so willing and eagerly did?

Just as I mentally threw my arms wide welcoming death his hand slid from my throat. But it wasn’t until together with growling don't you fucking die on me you cock-loving slut along with slapping me that I managed a first weak breath.

My lungs were screaming from the pain of taking in much needed oxygen but he seemed not to notice or care. Growls of fuck me bitch, fuck me like you did that goddamn nigger and those fucking wetbacks this afternoon erupted from his slavering lips as he tightly gripped my hips jerking me to him.

"Tell me slut. Tell me how much you loved those dirty smelly spics drilling your skanky cock-loving snatch this afternoon. Tell me how much you love pleasuring those that I give you to. Tell me slut."

Weakly at first then ever louder I told him what he wanted to hear. But before my voice could rise to a crescendo his lips covered mine stopping my flow of babbling. It wasn’t until then that I realized that even as I had believed that my life was slipping away that my loins had continued to buck and grind against his.

As his tongue filled my mouth my nails dug into his gyrating pumping ass cheeks seeking to pull him deeper into me. Like a continuous looping film that afternoons events played out before me as my father in law animalisticly thrust into me.

His late morning call telling me that he wanted me at the job site before lunch rang in my ears just as it had when I had taken the call. So too did his mirth filled chuckle as he told me he didn’t care what I wore just so long as it wasn’t much before hanging up.

In my minds eye I saw myself hurriedly showering then slipping into what I was sure would please him. At the job site those witnessing my arrival had looked at me lecherously as I had climbed from my car.

But the feeling that had washed over me from their stares was as nothing compared to that which I felt as I had strolled through the job site. Electricians, carpenters and a score of laborers eyes fastened on me as I strolled past them in my simple white blouse and powder blue pleated micro mini.

Had those eyes boring into me known that beneath my skimpy outfit was nothing but bare flesh? Did they suspect what I was about to do? Now just as then a smile touched my lips and a shiver raced through me.

My wonderment ceased and the multitude of lecherous stares were forgotten when I saw daddy. He was in the back of the complex arguing with a rather large rough looking negro. The moment I stepped beside him and daddy’s arm slipped about my thin waist the argument ceased.

A moment later a smile touched the negro’s lips as daddy told him that I was his to enjoy however he wised so long as his crew of Mexican laborers finished the two six hundred and forty square foot cement slabs before 3:30.

A heartbeat later it was the negro beside whom I stood and whose large calloused hand was fondling my buttocks. At the negro’s insistence it was agreed that he could enjoy me as his crew started the job.

As the negro had started to turn and lead me toward his truck daddy told him that after he had pleasured himself each of his crew could have me. Then getting into the mans face he’d hissed that if he and his crew thought they could simply spend the afternoon fucking my brains out he had better think twice.

If the job wasn’t finished on time, or if he later billed him for more then they had agreed on he would see to it that he never worked another job site. What's more, he would see to it that his wetbacks were back in Mexico so fast they wouldn’t know what happened.

The ever so slight tightening of the negro's arm about me, the slight slipping of his arrogant smirk attested to the fact that daddy had interpreted his intentions. His armor kinked, his lust, his depravity cooled he stood with downcast eyes as daddy turned and walked away. A second later though his smile returned as I whispered sultry don't worry big boy you won't regret it.

After the negro and one of his crew cleared a space in the back of his pickup then spread out a tarpaulin for me to lie on I with him right behind me climbed into the back. Over the next three hours he, followed by one after the other of his nine man Mexican crew climbed between my legs.

At 3:10 with the job finished and as his crew gathered up and loaded their tools into the bed of his truck I dropped to my knees before the negro. Even though I hadn't been told to do so I felt that a little extra was called for. Call it a reward of sorts for not only finishing the job early, but also for orchestrating the pacing in which the eight man crew enjoyed the fruits of my body.

For a second he simply looked at me askance then grinning broadly he unzipped his pants and pulled out his flaccid cock. As my fingers closed about his cock and pulled it toward my slavering mouth he chuckled if you be part of every deal I makes with your daddy girl I's going to have to work twenty hours a day just to break even.

Over the next fifty minutes or so as first the negro and then one after the other each of the sweat soaked smelly Hispanic’s stepped before me I eagerly took their dirty cocks into my mouth.

As hungrily as a baby feeding at its mother’s tit I sucked and slobbered on each filthy cock in turn as it was presented to me. And just as a man that is dying of thirst when given a drink of water I unashamedly greedily drank my fill as each mans spunk flooded my mouth.

Only when together with the  last mans groans of the nasty slut's mouth is like a suction pump together with his hands pushing against my forehead and his cock being forcefully pulled from between my lips did my efforts cease.

By 4:13 with the exception of but myself and my father-in-law the job site was a ghost town.

What I had felt that afternoon as well as on many another occasion was nothing as compared to that which I was feeling at that moment. Daddy was proud of me. He was proud of his little girl because without question or hesitation I had obeyed his wishes.

But more then just being proud of me he was pleased as well. He was pleased that because of me he had gotten a substantial discount off the negro’s and mexicans labors. And now because of that he was rewarding me in ways that money never could.

Savagely, animalisticly he thrust into me and as he did so seething words of degradation spewed from his mouth. Yet strangely I felt no shame for I was his to treat and to do with how so ever it pleased him.

My warbling words of affirmation were testament to that as again and again and yet again he thrust powerfully and deeply into me. With each bone jarring thrust into me my warbling moans of pleasure became higher and more feverish.

It mattered not that my screams of rapture might be heard by my sweet daddy’s wife of thirty some years. Nor did it matter that my two little girls, his grand daughters, who were sleeping in the bedroom across from mine, might hear.

All that mattered was my loving daddy’s thick, long, wonderful cock and the pleasure he was giving me. Pleasure such as his son had never been able to do in the seven years of our marriage. Pleasures such as the scores of others that I had allowed to climb atop me at my loving daddy's behest hadn't been able to give.

Together with a last savage growl he pulled my quivering spastic petite body to his. Then with a last grinding roll of his loins he flooded my womb with his boiling thick seed. The same wonderful glorious seed that had been responsible for the birth of my eldest daughter.  

Fifteen, twenty minutes later after I had lovingly cleaned all traces of our lovemaking from his beautiful cock he climbed from my bed. For a minute he stood over me tenderly caressing my cheek while I for my part looked long and adoringly into his eyes.

"Your husband will be home tomorrow Samantha" he muttered. "Make his weekend an enjoyable one if he ain’t to tired." Then turning from me he walked silently from my room and back to his wife.

nbsp;                                            A. G. Thomas



With a deep sigh of contentment Peter Forest glanced down at the scantly clad woman slobbering over his cock and balls. Who would of ever thought that the uptight bigoted wife of his boss could have so easily been turned into a cock whore he silently chuckled. A cock whore who by the way had been responsible for some of his biggest deals over the past several months. Absently his fingers pushed through her long strawberry blond hair before caressing her ear as his thoughts shifted to his latest prospect.

He was sure that like all his other clients away from the watchful eyes of their wife\'s that the man would request a call girl for a night of fun and games. Well no problems there. He\'d simply put the client up in the suite he reserved at the Marriott Marquis just as he always did and then he\'d call Mrs. Ross and give her a time to be there. What could be easier then that, and to top it off he saved money in the process because unlike a call girl Regina Ross was his to give away as he willed. Life sure was sweet he mused as her brightly painted lips closed over the bulbous head of his nine plus inch purplish black cock.

With her tongue alternating fluttering snake like against the slit on the tip of his cock and lapping against the vein rich underside he looked kindly into her upturned worshipful eyes. God but the bitch could suck dick. She could probably get a contract signed with just her mouth alone. Probably had he silently chuckled. Still though the slut knew better then to deny any of his clients the use of her other holes. So, talented mouth or not, she never left the suite without her cunt, and in quite a few cases her asshole, getting a thorough workout.

The many signed contracts he\'d gotten were testament to that. What neither Regina or any of his clients knew was that the suite was wired. The videos were strictly a precautionary measure in case a client tried to renege. If he were into blackmail the tapes alone would have made him rich and if not, well then he would of had the pleasure of destroying several prominent businessmen.

Another use of the videos was pornography, and he had little doubt that if he were to post them on the internet that he would make a fortune. But there again he drew the line, unless of course the time came where it was necessary to do so in order to destroy someone. Until that time came though it was better to have them for his own, and his friends viewing pleasure.

A smile brightened his face at the thought that at least twice a week for the last three months Mrs. Ross had been fucking those same friends thinking they were clients of his. If she had an inkling that they weren\'t really clients of his though she never said anything. She was such a slut for black pleasuring that he could have arranged for a score or more of negro\'s to gangbang her every week and she would have acquiesced willingly and without the slightest of hesitation. 

A smile curled his lips at the memory of the first time that he had fucked her. It had been at her own house during a party that her husband had thrown to celebrate of all things a huge contract that he himself had pulled off. The old man had fawned on him as if he were the savior of the company while Regina had all but spit in his face. In fact at one point when he had gone out of his way to be friendly she had slapped him. To make matters even worse she had threatened to tell her husband that he had tried to seduce her.

As people had started to leave she had excused herself claiming she had a headache. Instead of him to leaving as he should have he had inconspicuously followed her and several minutes later on her marital bed he had rammed it to her. He had fucked her for no other reason then because she had pissed him off. The next day at work he had sat on pins and needles waiting for the police to arrest him for rape. To his surprise though instead of the police it was Mrs. Ross who stopped by his office minutes before the end of the work day.

After telling him that she had told her husband she was going shopping she had locked his door. Over the next couple of hours as he had drilled her every hole she had lustfully screamed, begged and pleaded for him to fuck her. His taunts that day that she was a black cock slut, a white trash whore to be used by any negro wanting a piece of white tail were gaspingly answered in the affirmative.

In the days and weeks that followed he never once stopped taunting her, never once stopped belittling her during her thrice weekly visits. If anything with each visit his scenarios of other negro\'s using her; of five, ten, twenty of them at a time shoving their hard dark cock\'s into her became ever more vivid, ever more descriptive. Before the fifth week had gone by she was begging him to give her to other negro\'s.

Without batting an eye or with the least bit of remorse he had done so. Not out of vengeance or hatred for in Regina\'s case he felt neither. He did so solely to cement his dominance over and her dependance on him as lover, and if need be and if he so desired, her pimp. 

He had taken her to his suite at the Marriott, and there until the wee hours of the next morning a steady stream of negro\'s had walked through the door of his suite. There wasn\'t a negro on the Marriott\'s night staff that momentous evening that hadn\'t enjoyed the pleasures that her thirty six year old but still tight white body offered at least once. It was then, as cock after cock was thrust into her every orifice, quite often multiply especially during their second using of her, and while he had video taped her degradation that his plan for her had materialized.

Twenty nine negro\'s, eighteen of which had entered his hotel suite a second time, had pleasured themselves with her that night. When finally after better then twelve hours the last one had left and as she lay lethargic and covered in spunk, but still horsely whimpering for someone to shove their black cock into her, for someone to bred her that he had told her of his plans for her.

As he had first wiped her listless body of the majority of cum with damp washcloths then carried her to the bathroom and placed her in the tub he had told her that she would be entertaining his clients. That she would be his personal prostitute which he would freely use to seal and finalize each deal. He had told her that she would be spreading her legs for at least one and sometimes as many as three negro\'s no less then three, and on occasion five times a week. It was a promise that he had readily kept.    

   

rloaded circuit breakers at a power station the nerve centers of my brain tripped one after the other in quick secession. Rational thought was beyond me. My body of its own accord, twisted, bucked and ground into his face as his tongue delved deeply into the all consuming heat between my legs one last time.

Another gurgling wail of unadulterated lust and passion bubbled from my lips as every muscle in my petite quivering body tightened. My back arched from the rumpled sheets leaving but my head and feet in contact with the bed as in masochistic bliss in response to his teeth tormenting my clit like a dog with a bone.

Like an epileptic in the throes of a fit my slight petite frame shuddered convulsively as his hands and my own body lifted and held me against his pleasure giving grinning face.

My joy, my pleasure was only beginning though. No sooner had the brilliant flares of light died and I had sunk back onto the bed then his forearms slipped beneath my knees. Lust and depravity flashed from his eyes as he lifted my legs and pushed them up then back over me.

As my knees pressed into my small but firm breast fear should have griped the very foundation of my being. But my arousal was such that even had my brain been capable of rational thought fear was the last thing that would have wove through it.

Like a puppy knowing it was going to be rewarded my upturned exposed loins wiggled and danced with passionate fervor. As his rigidity poked at the entrance to my soul incoherent babblings of want and need spilled from my lips.

Again and again his masculinity prodded at my slit only to slide aside. A savage growl burst from his lips drowning out my own whimper of frustration. Releasing my left leg he grasped his cock centering its bulbous head to my cunt.

Just before the heavy mushroom head slipped into me he chuckled going to fuck you Sam. Going to fuck your skanky cock-loving ass so hard your eyeballs are going to pop out of that pretty face of yours.

Slowly, teasingly the bulbous crown then two, four and finally all seven inches of his wonderful cock wormed into me. With each glorious inch every nerve ending in my body flared as if hit with electricity. Such was the feeling that shot through me that had my heart not already been beating it would have been shocked back into service.

His weight pressing down on me. His demeaning, gutturally hissed words calling me a tramp, a cock hungry slut filled my ears, my brain. Yet surprisingly I felt no shame, instead I felt only exaltation.

Like a wolf feeding upon a rabbit his teeth gnashed, bit, tore at my shoulder and neck. Without thought my head tipped back exposing my throat to his hungry gnawing. A soft whimpering moan of arousal slipped from my trembling lips as his mouth closed over my juggler.

Though he hung motionless above me the pulsing of his cock inside me throbbed in time to that of my life’s blood as he hungrily sucked. A picture of a female victim of Brahm Stokers Dracula flashed before me as my hands weakly rose then dropped to the back of his head.

Just as I had oft imagined the sultry victim of the master vampire doing my mind screamed feed love, feed. But just as my hands somehow found the strength to press his hungry feeding mouth tighter to my throat his lips trailed downward across my chest.

My disappointment was short lived though for a heartbeat later his lips closed over my left nipple. The scraping of his tongue, the nipping of his teeth, tore a gurgling moan of ecstasy from my rapidly rising and falling chest.

Like an indecisive child that had been presented with two different flavors of ice cream his mouth moved from one nipple to the other then back again. Through it all the mush jokingly called my brain screamed out my body’s wants.

The sensation of his lips, tongue and nipping teeth first on my throat and then on my nipples ripped through me like a meteor storm. Such had been the sensation flooding through me that I had not realized that he had begun to drive into me.

Upon the realization though my mind babbled fuck me daddy, fuck your whore of a daughter. As if he had looked into the gooey mush of my brain and read my thoughts he began to animalistic, savagely drive into me.

With his powerful fingers locked about my calfs spreading my legs wide to either side of me I was unable to move my loins to met his powerful thrust as readily as I wanted to. Yet wanting him to know that I gloried in his taking of me I somehow managed to wrap my arms about his thick waist and grasp his driving buttocks.

My body felt as if it were aflame as with animal like growls he drove powerfully into me. In answer to his whizzing labored grunts whimpering pledges of love, of supplication reverberated off the walls of my skull.

What I had thought were silent pleading sobs on my part were anything but. For even as the words rippled through the mush of my brain his large callused hand covered my mouth and nostrils turning my screams of ecstasy to muffled incoherence.

As the supply of oxygen, which had been feeding my heaving lungs all but vanished my tightly closed eyes opened wide. Surprisingly neither fear nor panic gripped me as I looked up into his cold cruel eyes, though in reality they should have. Was this how I was going to die instead of how he had so often taunted me. If so, why?

As my eyes began to slowly close and darkness pressed ever closer about me I couldn’t help but think what a waste. Where would he ever again find a woman so willing to give of herself as I had? If his son Jacob again married would daddy's next daughter in law be so obedient, so supplicant to his every wish as I had been? I somehow doubted it.

As the final molecule of oxygen emptied from my lungs and nothingness closed in a secretive smile flickered across what little consciousness remained. In the fleeting microsecond that remained of my life the memory of when he had first crawled atop me flashed before me. Every detail, every nuance as sharp as if it had happened hours ago instead of years.

It had been the day after my marriage. Jacob had just left with his mother for her doctor appointment leaving me alone in new unfamiliar settings. Aware that no one would be home for hours I hadn’t bothered to change out of my sheer white ruffle lace baby doll. A deliciously sinful affair that Jacob had presented to me after the wedding.

I was sitting at the breakfast nook sipping coffee and fuming about Jacob’s failure to consummate our marriage when suddenly someone’s arms had encircled me. Before I could think to react lips were nuzzling my ear and over familiar hands were fondling my breast.

My first thought as I instinctively settled back against my unseen accoster's chest was that my husband had dropped his mother at the doctor's office then returned to fulfill his husbandly duties. Something which he'd been unable to do last night because he'd had to much to drink.

A soft purr rumbled in my throat as together with angling my head back over my shoulder my eyes closed and my lips pursed in anticipation of his kiss. But the lips that met mine were anything but gentle. In a panic my eyes flew open, but my accouter was to close.

With his lips still pressing against mine he turned me about. As he did so his lips pressed even harder against mine silencing any protest I might have made. My hands lifted to his chest to push him away but I had no strength and they simply rested there.

As my accoster’s tongue pressed against my lips seeking entrance his hands roamed over my slight shivering body like a blind mans. Despite my fright as well as honestly not knowing who was kissing and fondling me my eyes drifted shut.

A soft moan escaped me only to be swallowed by the man’s mouth. The instant my lips had parted slightly allowing the moan to escape his tongue had slithered into my mouth like a snake seeking a new home. As his tongue and hands continued to explore my mouth and body I felt like putty in an artist hands ready and willing to be shaped and molded how so ever he desired.

Another louder moan escaped me as his hand slipped between my legs and without my willing them to do so they parted. I felt more then heard his chuckle as his fingers rubbed over the growing dampness between my legs.

Suddenly his lips left mine and a guttural chuckle filled my ears. Though I was no longer being kissed my eyes remained tightly shut as I reviled in the unfamiliar sensations rippling through me like waves.

I remember thinking that this man was a rapist. That I should be fighting him. That I should be scratching him, clawing him, screaming out my indignation. But then the thought that if I did so he could and probably would hurt me flashed through my mind.

No! Better that I acquiesce. Better that I accept the inevitable. Being soled and alive was so much more preferable then being dead. Still though my body had no business reacting to this degenerates touch as it was.

Despite having accepted my fate no small measure of disappointment flowed through me. My virginity was going to be taken by an uncaring stranger instead of by my husband.

Yet quick on the heels of disappointment was also one of elation. I was finally going to feel what it truly meant to be a woman. Never mind that it wasn't my husband. Never mind that someone other then him would enjoy that which I had been saving solely for him.

With those lurid thoughts shame flickered dimly in the shadows of my mind. Would Jacob still love me after this? Would he even want me after this man had soiled me? But even as doubts about the future of my marriage flashed across my consciousness my body shivered with want.

As if in an erotic dream I felt the tie of my sheer lace baby doll loosen then the flimsy material itself as if in slow motion slid from my shoulders. A soft approving whistle filled the silence as my small but firm breast were exposed to his sight and touch. Almost before my mind had grasped that fact his hands closed over my breast.

God but you’re a hot little minx aren’t you he chuckled as his fingers, at first teasingly and then ever harder, pinched and tugged at my nipples. My only response was another purring moan and the uncontrollable shivering of my petite frame as if from a chill.

Through it all despite my wanting desperately to see this stranger that was to take my virginity my eyes remained tightly closed. Not even when his hands tugged at my G-string and my buttocks rose from the seat thus allowing for its easy removal did they open! A simple light touch to my inner thighs on his part and my legs as if with a mind of their own opened wider.

My chest rose and fell and ragged gasp issued from my lips as while one rough calloused hand continued to fondle my breast the fingers of the other glided over the puffy aroused lips of my vagina. For long immeasurable minutes his fingers teased me, toyed with me.

Heat surged upwards from between my legs to meet that which flared from my breast. A tiny faint voice, hysterical with fear, screamed that what was happening was wrong but I paid it no heed as my body shivered in response to his touch. A second later a groan of disappointment burst from my lips as the fingers that had been fluttering over my wet lips moved away.

My disappointment though was short lived as together with a mirth filled chuckle his fingers again set about teasing me, torturing me. Like a feather they glided along my upper thigh moving toward my knee before gliding upwards again to tease the bubbling cauldron between my legs. Again and again for what seemed like an eternity the fingers traced their teasing torturing path while I in response and with body trembling moaned ever louder.

A slight touch to my knee and again as if with a mind of their own my legs opened yet wider. A movement more sensed then felt and then together with fingers grasping each of my upper thighs something round and hairy moved between my legs and against the moistness between them.

Instinctively, though never before having experienced such, I knew that the hairy bowling ball sized object between my legs was my accoster's head. Oh God I silently groaned thats nasty. But despite that thought as his tongue slide over me my stomach muscles tightened and my loins pushed against his face.

hither to fore fluttering hands came to rest atop his head. My buttocks, without conscious command from me, squirmed and bounced from my stool. Squeaks like that a mouse would make, and which I somehow knew were mine, filled the hither to fore silent kitchen as I humped and ground against the flickering tongue exploring my love cannel.

I was both afraid yet wanting desperately to see this man who was awakening my body but try as I might I couldn’t make my eyes open. Yet a minute later after several more stabbing, probing, swipes followed by the mans teeth closing over my clit they did open. For a moment I saw only whiteness then slowly it dawned on me that I was staring at the ceiling.

Look down Sam! Look down and see who's between your legs my addled brain had screamed but my head wouldn't obey the command. Then slowly, ever so slowly together with continuous squeals of pleasure spilling from my lips my chin dropped to my chest. As my eyes tried to focus on the top of his head he pushed back from me and tilted his face up to look into mine.

A chocked startled gasp had erupted from my constricted throat bloating out the words I had only just begun to grasp the meaning of. There between my widely spread legs grinning up at me mirthfully was my father in law Harold Rice. Even as the realization gripped me it did not stay my fingers from tightening in his hair and endeavor to pull him back to me.

Please what Sam he repeated, as I had looked down at him dumbfounded not fully comprehending his words. Please what Sam? Please fuck me daddy! Is that what your trying to say you nasty little slut? What’s the matter? Didn’t my boy give your sweet smelling pussy a proper workout last night?

Or are you such a slut for cock that you’ll let any swinging dick have a go at your snatch? Tell me you fucking cunt! Tell me or I’ll leave you to get your own self off with a candlestick. Tell me God damn it!

The look in his eyes as well as his seething hurtful words frightened me. I wanted to tell him that I was a virgin. I wanted to tell him that his son had been to drunk to consummate our marriage but speech was beyond my capability.

Angrily he pulled me from the stool. Then turning me about he pushed my face down against the seat I had just vacated. A stinging slap to my right buttocks tore a gurgling whimper from me. Again and again and yet again his hand rose and fell.

Each resounding smack was harder then the one before. I tried to stifle the tears and wretched sobs erupting from my chest but couldn’t. Then finally after what seemed like a lifetime he quit spanking me. But strangely instead of feeling relief I felt…. Wanting.

He must have sensed such for with labored breath he cackled oh the little cock slut likes her fanny being spanked does she! Well I got something else she'll like a whole lot better.

The sound of his zipper being yanked down was like that of a passing freight train to my ears. A whimper of fear spilled from my lips but I couldn’t stop my body from trembling or my buttocks from pushing back as something spongy yet abnormally hard moved up and down my moistened vagina.

I felt my lips parting, felt the first invading inch of him enter me. Mocking ramblings of oh yeah slut that’s it wiggle that ass for daddy hissed from his lips. Show daddy how much you want his cock drilling your nasty snatch you cock hungry skank whore. His words were demeaning, hurtful, but instead of being appalled or offended I wallowed in the degradation of them as if they were praise.

I tried to choke back the continuous whimpering sobs spilling from my lips as the first thick inch of what my fevered brain told me had to be a telephone pole slowly wormed into me. The effort was futile though for in spite of the awesome length and girth that I imagined his cock to be, and despite the knowledge that if such were the case that it would split me in two I couldn't stop my soulful passionate moans or the wiggling of my hips.

An inch then two, and finally three wormed into me only to nearly withdraw before again reentering me. Again and again he slowly methodically sawed in and out of the searing heat between my trembling legs. What sounded like incoherent gibberish tumbled from my lips as together with bracing myself on the seat I pushed back against his grinding driving loins.

Words of dirasion and mocking laughter filled my ears as his hands locked about my thin waist in an effort to control my movements. The effort was meaningless though as a million years of evolution and instinct guided me. My body felt as if it were being consumed by a roaring bonfire. A sensation like that of cold water dripping onto a hot skillet shot through my brain as his sweat and spittle dropped onto my back.

Again and again he pushed into me and with each thrust he not only sank a little deeper but the movement of his pelvis became more erratic and faster. My pussy felt as if it were being stretched beyond belief, felt as if it would never again be the same, but I cared not. All that mattered, all that existed for me was his cock, his thick wonderful glorious cock.

Together with my hips pushing back to met him my abdomen undulated like a belly dancers. Behind me labored grunts of thats it slut, thats it! Show daddy how much better you like his cock then your husbands! Show daddy how much of a slut you are for his cock reverberated in my ears as his hands slid up my sides then beneath me.

Like a farmer milking a heifer his fingers kneaded my breast and stretched my nipples. A gurgling groan a passion and arousal lodged in my throat as the bulbous head of his cock pushed against my hymen a last time before ripping it asunder.

Pain such as I had never before felt tore through me as with the lose of my virginity his rigid organ bored to the very depths of my being. A disbelieving whoop of holy fucking shit a virgin; the fucking bitch is a God damn virgin made its way into my brain through the ringing in my ears. His discovery though was meaningless to me as a flare of brilliance like that of an exploding sun burst in my brain.

The heat from its exploding burned me, consumed me and I didn’t care. Dimly through ears deadened by the pounding of my heart and the blood roaring through my veins I heard a warbling screech. The wail though had no meaning to me as what felt like molten lava flowed into me sending my already trembling body into convulsions as if from a terrible fever.

Another sun exploded. Then another, and another, and yet another and then blackness. Contentment, tranquility and a feeling that I couldn’t describe encompassed me. A sensation like that of floating, of being rocked gently like a baby in its cradle tickled my numbed mind.

So blissful was the feeling that I never wanted it to end, but then slowly my eyes opened. A moment, an eternity slipped by before I realized that I was lying in my wedding bed and hovering above me driving his beautiful hard cock slowly and deeply into me was my father in law. Twice more that morning he made love to me and each time he did the glory, the bliss, the rapture that I felt was as great or greater as the first time.

Why would daddy deny me that which had never lessened in all the years I had supplicated myself? More importantly though was why would he deny himself the pleasures of my body? Pleasures such as his wife never had or ever would give him and yet I his daughter in law so willing and eagerly did?

Just as I mentally threw my arms wide welcoming death his hand slid from my face. But it wasn’t until together with growling don't you fucking die on me you cock-loving slut along with slapping me that I managed a first weak breath.

My lungs were screaming from the pain of taking in much needed oxygen but he seemed not to notice or care. Growls of fuck me bitch, fuck me like you did that goddamn nigger and those fucking wetbacks this afternoon erupted from his slavering lips as he tightly gripped my hips jerking me to him.

"Tell me slut. Tell me how much you loved those dirty smelly spics drilling your skanky cock-loving snatch this afternoon. Tell me how much you love pleasuring those that I give you to. Tell me slut."

Weakly at first then ever louder I told him what he wanted to hear. But before my voice could rise to a crescendo his lips covered mine stopping my flow of babbling. It wasn’t until then that I realized that even as I had believed that my life was slipping away that my loins had continued to buck and grind against his.

As his tongue filled my mouth my nails dug into his gyrating pumping ass cheeks seeking to pull him deeper into me. Like a continuous looping film that afternoons events played out before me as my father in law animalisticly thrust into me.

His late morning call telling me that he wanted me at the job site before lunch rang in my ears just as it had when I had taken the call. So too did his mirth filled chuckle as he told me he didn’t care what I wore just so long as it wasn’t much before hanging up.

In my minds eye I saw myself hurriedly showering then slipping into what I was sure would please him. At the job site those witnessing my arrival had looked at me lecherously as I had climbed from my car.

But the feeling that had washed over me from their stares was as nothing compared to that which I felt as I had strolled through the job site. Electricians, carpenters and a score of laborers eyes fastened on me as I strolled past them in my simple white blouse and powder blue pleated micro mini.

Had those eyes boring into me known that beneath my skimpy outfit was nothing but bare flesh? Did they suspect what I was about to do? Now just as then a smile touched my lips and a shiver raced through me.

My wonderment ceased and the multitude of lecherous stares were forgotten when I saw daddy. He was in the back of the complex arguing with a rather large rough looking negro. The moment I stepped beside him and daddy’s arm slipped about my thin waist the argument ceased.

A moment later a smile touched the negro’s lips as daddy told him that I was his to enjoy however he wised so long as his crew of Mexican laborers finished the two six hundred and forty square foot cement slabs before 3:30.

A heartbeat later it was the negro beside whom I stood and whose large calloused hand was fondling my buttocks. At the negro’s insistence it was agreed that he could enjoy me as his crew started the job.

As the negro had started to turn and lead me toward his truck daddy told him that after he had pleasured himself each of his crew could have me. Then getting into the mans face he’d hissed that if he and his crew thought they could simply spend the afternoon fucking my brains out he had better think twice.

If the job wasn’t finished on time, or if he later billed him for more then they had agreed on he would see to it that he never worked another job site. What's more, he would see to it that his wetbacks were back in Mexico so fast they wouldn’t know what happened.

The ever so slight tightening of the negro's arm about me, the slight slipping of his arrogant smirk attested to the fact that daddy had interpreted his intentions. His armor kinked, his lust, his depravity cooled he stood with downcast eyes as daddy turned and walked away. A second later though his smile returned as I whispered sultry don't worry big boy you won't regret it.

After the negro and one of his crew cleared a space in the back of his pickup then spread out a tarpaulin for me to lie on I with him right behind me climbed into the back. Over the next three hours he, followed by one after the other of his Mexican crew climbed between my legs.

At 3:20 with the job finished and as his crew gathered up and loaded their tools into the bed of his truck I dropped to my knees before the negro. Even though I hadn't been told to do so I felt that a little extra was called for. Call it a reward of sorts for not only finishing the job early, but also for orchestrating the pacing in which the eight man crew enjoyed the fruits of my body.

For a second he simply looked at me askance then grinning broadly he unzipped his pants and pulled out his flaccid cock. As my fingers closed about his cock and pulled it toward my slavering mouth he chuckled if you be part of every deal I makes with your daddy girl I's going to have to work twenty hours a day just to break even.

Over the next fifty minutes or so as first the negro and then one after the other each of the sweat soaked smelly Hispanic’s stepped before me I eagerly took their dirty cocks into my mouth.

As hungrily as a baby feeding at its mother’s tit I sucked and slobbered on each filthy cock in turn as it was presented to me. And just as a man that is dying of thirst when given a drink of water I unashamedly greedily drank my fill as each mans spunk flooded my mouth.

Only when together with the last mans groans of the nasty slut's mouth is like a suction pump together with his hands pushing against my forehead and his cock being forcefully pulled from between my lips did my efforts cease.

By 4:13 with the exception of but myself and my father-in-law the job site was a ghost town.

What I had felt that afternoon as well as on many another occasion was nothing as compared to that which I was feeling at that moment. Daddy was proud of me. He was proud of his little girl because without question or hesitation I had obeyed his wishes.

But more then just being proud of me he was pleased as well. He was pleased that because of me he had gotten a substantial discount off the negro’s and mexicans labors. And now because of that he was rewarding me in ways that money never could.

Savagely, animalisticly he thrust into me and as he did so seething words of degradation spewed from his mouth. Yet strangely I felt no shame for I was his to treat and to do with how so ever it pleased him.

My warbling words of affirmation were testament to that as again and again and yet again he thrust powerfully and deeply into me. With each bone jarring thrust into me my warbling moans of pleasure became higher and more feverish.

It mattered not that my screams of rapture might be heard by my sweet daddy’s wife of thirty some years. Nor did it matter that my two little girls, his grand daughters, who were sleeping in the bedroom across from mine, might hear.

All that mattered was my loving daddy’s thick, long, wonderful cock and the pleasure he was giving me. Pleasure such as his son had never been able to do in the seven years of our marriage. Pleasures such as the scores of others that I had allowed to climb atop me at my loving daddy's behest hadn't been able to give.

Together with a last savage growl he pulled my quivering spastic petite body to his. Then with a last grinding roll of his loins he flooded my womb with his boiling thick seed. The same wonderful glorious seed that had been responsible for the birth of my eldest daughter.

Fifteen, twenty minutes later after I had lovingly cleaned all traces of our lovemaking from his beautiful cock he climbed from my bed. For a minute he stood over me tenderly caressing my cheek while I for my part looked long and adoringly into his eyes.

"Your husband will be home tomorrow Samantha" he muttered. "Make his weekend an enjoyable one if he ain’t to tired." Then turning from me he walked silently from my room and back to his wife.

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                                                          A. G. Thomas




I didn't understand why such would be but as I stood before the door I felt a shiver of dread ripple through me. Surely he wasn't going to fire me for one stupid little mistake.  A sigh of resignation slipped from my pursed lips. Oh well best to get it over with and then get back to work I mumbled under my breath. Raising my hand I knocked lightly and at the muffled acknowledgment I turned the knob and entered.

As I stepped into Mr. Wankle's office he didn't even look up at me. God what a name, but it fits the fat ugly asshole to a tee I muttered under my breath. I could almost hear my knees knocking together as I moved to stand before his large desk. For a moment I thought of sitting down but then thought better of it. Two minutes and then five more passed in complete silence before together with raising his head and looking at me he said how long have you been working here Ms. Latterman? "It's Mrs. Latterman sir not Ms., and I've worked for the firm for nine months."

Was that a flash of anger I had seen flash across his face I wondered as he rose slowly almost menacingly from his chair. No it couldn't have been. A gentleman, no matter how grotesque wouldn't get angry because a married woman had proudly declared herself. Would he? Still a choked gasp issued from my quivering lips and I took an involuntary step backwards as he walked around his desk towards me.

A smile creased his thin lips as he leaned back against his desk crossing his arms over his chest. His look was such that I felt like the proverbial bug under a microscope as his beady eyes moved slowly down over my body. My skin crawled and a shiver as if from a cold wind caused my shoulders to quiver. Was he imagining what I looked like beneath my business suit? Or was his look meant to intimidate me. Well whichever the case he was definitely making me feel uncomfortable.

I wanted to blurt out the reason for my mistake but the words stuck in my throat as his beady watery eyes locked onto mine. Ice cold fingers gripped my heart as fear and panic welled up in me. He was going to fire me and it was all my stupid husbands fault not mine. Damn him! If his indifference to my screaming about him getting a job hadn't been uppermost in my mind I would have forwarded that contract instead of shredding it. For a fleeting second my eyes left his heavy jowled face moving down to his portly belly which was barely constrained by his shirt.

"Do you like your job MRS. Latterman?" His icy emphasis on the Mrs. made me wish that I hadn't corrected him. "I...." But before I could get out the rest of my answer he growled "I don't think that you do Mrs. Latterman. I don't think that you appreciate the responsibility nor the trust that we placed on your shoulders." I opened my mouth to tell him that I did appreciate the trust and responsibility that the company had placed on my shoulders but a wave of his meaty hand stopped my reply.

"I should have known better then to hire someone fresh out of collage. I should have foreseen that by doing so something such as this would happen. Do you have the minutest inkling of the damage, not to mention the lose of money that your incompetence has caused? Well do you?" I was on the verge of tears as I blurted out "Please don't fire me Mr. Wankle. Please. I need this job, my husband.... I'll.... I'll do anything to make things right Mr. Wankle. Please, please don't fire me." For several long minutes he simply looked at me while I for my part swiped at my eyes and then he chuckled.

"Anything Mrs. Latterman? I do believe that before you spout such words young lady you stop and think." Was he relenting I wondered? "I'll work over time Mr. Wankle. I'll even do the work of two people, and the money from each can go toward paying the company back for any money my incompetence caused. Please Mr. Wankle please. Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it without question." A smile! He was smiling. I wouldn't have to go on welfare.

With the smile never leaving his face he pushed from his desk stepping to within a foot of me. "Very well Mrs. Latterman I'll give you one chance and one chance only to retain employment with the company. If you accept the olive branch that I hold out to you and if in so doing your performance is deemed noteworthy then I will guarantee your continued employment."

My head must have shook about like a bobble heads but at his next words I thought I was going to faint. "Good, I'm so glad that we understand each other. Now then would you be so kind as to get on your knees Mrs. Latterman." Surely I hadn't heard him correctly. Surely he hadn't just told me to drop to my knees I thought as I looked at him dumbstruck. When I didn't move he turned and without another word walked back behind his desk. Picking up the phone he told his secretary to inform Mr. Towers from personal that he wished to speak to him.

Without another look at me he said "Good day Mrs. Latterman. I prey that your next employment is more to your liking." A wail like that of a tortured soul burst from my lips as without thought and with tears blurring my eyes I rushed around his desk as he dropped down into his chair. Though I had never in all my twenty six years done as I knew Mr. Wankle wished for me to do I dropped to my knees before him and wiggled between his legs.

Reaching up to his huge potbelly I franticly struggled to loosen his belt all the while whimpering please Mr. Wankle, please don't fire me. Its just that you stunned me is all. Please don't fire me. I'll do as you asked and more I whimpered as with a sniffle I pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants. But even as my fingers closed about him and sought to pull him from his boxers he pushed me from him. "I don't think so Mrs. Latterman. I told you that you had one chance and one chance only. Now get the fuck out of my office and clean out your desk."

I couldn't loose this job. I just couldn't and not just because it gave me a substantial paycheck every week. I liked the job, I liked the people I worked with. Climbing back to my knees I shuffled forward between Mr. Wankle's legs and once more wormed my fingers into his boxers but again he pushed me from him. His mirth filled laughter as I again landed on my ass, my legs widely splayed and with my skirt nearly about my waist shamed me to my core but I was beyond caring.

As if possessed I lunged toward him grasping at his penis which I had manage to pull from his boxers as he had pushed me away. I knew that I was belittling myself, that I was stooping to the level of my high school friend Sandy who had slept with her math teacher just to get a passing grade, but I was beyond caring. With my hand tightly gripping Mr. Wankle's penis I wiggled between his legs. "Please Mr. Wankle please don't fire me" I whimpered while both preparing myself to again be rejected yet hurrying ahead

"I'll do anything you want Mr. Wankle. I know that I was wrong in hesitating when you gave me a way to correct my horrible mistake. Please just give me another chance to make it up to you. I'll suck your penis every day if you want me to. I'll suck it twice a day. I'll even..." For a heartbeat I paused as bile rolled in my stomach at what I was about to say. "I'll even let you fuck me if you want to Mr. Wankle. I'll be yours to enjoy whenever you wish. Please, please just give me another chance."

Hope swelled in my breast when instead of pushing me away he smiled down at me. Without hesitation I leaned forward planting a kiss on the spongy knob of his penis.
Like a child with an ice cream cone I licked over and around the knob of his penis before lapping and kissing down along its length. To my surprise I didn't find the taste of him repugnant. Not even when in my efforts to please him my tongue picked up the flavor of his cum which was dribbling from the slit at the tip of his penis. If anything I found the taste, the flavor of him almost intoxicating.

For a moment my brain floundered as it tried to come to terms with such strong feelings. Hadn't I always thought such an act was disgusting, even belittling. Hadn't I in the past not only repeatedly took offense to boyfriends as well as my husbands efforts to have me do such a thing. And yet.... And yet here I was willingly, eagerly, one might even say obsessive in my desire to perform such for this grotesque slovenly man.

"My balls bitch, don't forget my balls" he chuckled as my tongue repeatedly licked up, down and over the five inch length of his thick penis. Angling my head slightly my tongue trailed once more back down the length of his penis and over the wrinkly sac holding his testicles before taking first one then the other in turn into my mouth. His rapid breath and the squirming of his buttocks let me know that he was pleased with my performance as I alternated between sucking his testicles and licking up and around the length of his penis.

As I kissed, licked and sucked his penis he chided my choice of words as described his manhood. "Boys and faggots have penises cunt and I'm neither so call it what it is." Over the next several minutes as I slavishly paid homage to him he instructed me in the choice of words I was to use when pleasuring him. Cock, dick and prick were the most prevalent words that spewed from his mouth as concerned descriptives of his manhood, though he did giggle inanely that in this case perhaps salami might be better since I was chowing down.  

A tap on the back of my bobbing head let me know that he'd had enough of my paying homage to his testicles and wanted me to concentrate on his cock. But even as my lips touched the bulbous head he pushed against my forehead again sending me back onto my buttocks. Even though I was confused as to why he had done such a thing I once more got on hands and knees and started to crawl back to him. His motioning for me to stop and stand though stilled my movement. Hesitantly I climbed to my feet and stood before him. Was he toying with me? Was he still going to fire me even though my supplication to him had been pleasurable?

Smiling at me he told me to strip. With but a heartbeats hesitation I unbuttoned and slid my jacket, blouse and lastly my skirt off. As I stood before him in but bra, panties and pantyhose he grimaced. "God I detest pantyhose! And what the fuck is a young woman like you doing wearing such ugly lingerie. Don't you have any pride cunt? Or do you wear such God ugly shit because now that your married you think you no longer have to dress to excite and arouse a man?"

I opened my mouth to tell him that my lingerie was no different then any other woman's but before the words had slipped out he reached into his desk and a second later I found myself looking down at the June 2007 edition of Playboy. "That you stupid fucking cunt is how a business woman should dress. No more pantyhose, no more ugly ass white bra and panties" he savagely hissed as I starred down at Kristine Lefebvre from the apprentice.

As I continued to stare he flipped the magazine open to the spread Playboy had done of the young woman saying "and your skirts better not be any longer then this either bitch. I want your skirts just long enough to cover the tops of your thigh highs, but not so short as to make you look like a whore.

When you sit down in front of me and cross your legs I want to see the tops of your stockings understand. Now get that shit your wearing off then come and sit on your masters lap!" Never taking my eyes from his face and with the words "my master" ringing in my ears I loosened and slipped my bra off before pushing my pantyhose and panties down my long legs. Straightening to my full five foot eight I stood silently for a moment letting him appraise me before slipping onto his lap.

I had enough sense to know that he didn't want me sitting across his lap and I was right. With my legs to either side of his and facing him he wasted no time in lowering his face to my 34C breast. Before his mouth closed over my right nipple he muttered "and trim that bush too bitch. Men want to see what their fucking. A micro second after he chuckled that he didn't like it bald but he didn't like a lot of hair either, a gasp ripped from my throat when his thin lips closed over my right nipple.

How long his lips and teeth teased and tortured each of my nipples in turn I'm not certain. All that is certain is that when he finally told me to put him in I did so without thinking about it. I was so aroused that it made no difference that he was my boss. Nor did it matter that he was an ugly and slovenly looking person that I had often laughed at behind his back. All that mattered was his four maybe five inch thick cock and when he pushed into me I came instantly.

Twice more over maybe the next ten minutes as he bucked up into me and with him grunting into my ear that he was my master; that I was his fuck toy with which to pleasure himself with whenever he so choose I climaxed. I don't know whether it was because my husband hadn't made love to me in weeks, or whether it was because of the sinfulness of what was happening but moments later when his hot spunk flooded my vagina together with a scream that was deadened by his thin lips covering mine I again climaxed.

As I collapsed atop him, my face buried in the crock of his throat whispered promises of him using me daily wormed their way through the mist surrounding my lust addled brain. Twenty minutes later dressed, albeit without bra, panties and pantyhose because he never wanted to see me in them again, I walked from his office. That evening after rushing home and after taking a bath as well as after preparing my husband something to eat I went shopping.

Four hours and several hundred dollars poorer I returned home. Again taking a bath I trimmed then lathered myself. Once finished I held a mirror between my legs making certain that but for the small arrowhead shaped patch of short hair pointing to my slit no other hair remained. Satisfied I climbed into bed and for the first time in a long time wasn't aware when my worthless husband finally lay down beside me.

The next morning dressed in the new suit I had purchased and after having dropped off my others to be altered and assured they would be ready by four I went into work. I was on pins and needles all day waiting for Mr. Wankle's call. But it wasn't until 2:30 that I saw him, and then it was only because he called an impromptu department head meeting.

Never the less when I sat down before him and the hem of my skirt slid up to reveal the two inch band of my thigh highs he smiled.  Only once during the remainder of the week did he call me into his office. When I entered he was standing before the windows looking out over the city. Without turning around he said let me see and without hesitation I pushed my skirt from my hips and down my legs before unbuttoning my jacket and blouse. Pulling my jacket and blouse open I struck a pose very much like Kristine Lefebvre had on that Playboy cover.

Would he approve I wondered as I waited with baited breath for him to turn and look at me. I couldn't help but secretly smile at his fortuitous summons. The reason being that for the first time since I had bought my new clothes I was wearing the same black bra and panties with thin silver stripes that Kristine had worn on that playboy cover. As he turned he didn't so much as crack a smile, but the merriment dancing in his eyes was enough to let me know that he was pleased with me.

As he slowly walked toward and then stopped a foot in front of me I should have felt shame and disgust. Not just for having complied with his wishes as concerned my lingerie, but for so willingly even eagerly having exposed myself to the rotund ugly man, yet strangely I didn't. What I did feel under his scrutiny was the wave of heat that washed over me and a dampness between my legs.

"Well well...Seems my little pet took my suggestion to heart as concerns her choice of lingerie. I'm pleased, very pleased" he softly muttered. With a feather like touch his fingers traced lightly over and across my abdomen before moving down between my slightly parted legs. With his eyes boring into mine one of his fingers wormed beneath the leg band of my panties. My breath caught, my heart beat so hard I feared it would burst from my chest as his finger touched then slipped into me.

"Does my little slut like her master fingering her horny snatch. I tried to answer but the words wouldn't come so I simply nodded. I felt another finger slip into me, felt both wiggling, pushing, pumping into me and my body shivered in response. "Oh yes I can see that my little cock slut very much likes what her master is doing" he chuckled as my loins as if with a mind of their own pushed to meet his fingers. How I ever managed to hold my jacket and blouse open as together with him fingering me he painted lurid scenarios of me pleasuring his every wish, his every desire, his every command I'll never know.

I remember hearing a strange gasping voice pleading, begging her master to fuck her, to use her like the wanton slut she was but for the life of me I couldn't recognize it. Who was that woman? I remember soft laughter and hot breath against my ear. I remember words, disgusting, filthy, depraved words that might or might not have been the ramblings of my scrambled brains as my hips danced and pumped against the fingers sawing into my pussy.

Heat like that of a blast furnace threatened to consume me and my trembling legs felt as if they would betray me as my climax drew ever closer. Higher I soared when suddenly and without warning together with a garbled scream and nonsensical ramblings of supplication my brain exploded into a million brilliant flashes of blinding light.

When reality returned I was on the floor at Mr. Wankle's feet and he was smiling down at me. Before he turned and walked behind his desk he said same time tomorrow Mrs. Latterman. Without so much as giving me another glance he picked a sheaf of papers from his in box and began studying them. So it went for the next several days and though I always had powerful orgasms I remained needing, wanting. At home I tried to get my lazy ass husband to relieve my tension but he seemed oblivious or uncaring to my need. Even when I paraded before him in the skimpiest most revealing of my negligee's.

At work I was having trouble concentrating. All I could think about was Mr. Wankle and the fingers that he pushed into me daily. Which though somewhat satisfying still left me needing. More then once while sitting at my desk I awoke as if from a dream with my hand in my panties and lingering images of me succumbing not only to Mr. Wankle but faceless others. What was happening to me. What had, what was that grotesque fat man doing to me? This had to stop. I was a married woman, an unhappily married woman but a married woman never the less. Was my job worth this?

A week then another and yet another went by, and always it was the same. Mr. Wankle fingering me to almost mind bending orgasms as I with almost desperate pleas for him to fuck me spewed promises of obedience to his every wish and desire from my trembling lips.

It was on a Thursday when just as with every other day for the last three weeks that I went to him that things changed. "Ah gentlemen, here she is now just as I said she would be. Does she not look every bit as succulent as I said she would." What was going on? What was Mr. Wankle talking about I wondered as I starred at the two gentleman casually sitting on the couch in front of and off to the side of his large desk.

I could only stand and stare at them uncomprehendingly as while looking at me they agreed but with some reservation with Mr. Wankle. "Gentleman, gentleman! I assure you that Mrs. Latterman is all that I said she was and more. Mrs. Latterman if you would be so kind." Dragging my eyes from the two now smiling gentleman I looked into Mr. Wankle's beady watery eyes. It was at that instant that I knew what Mr. Wankle's intentions and plans as concerned me were.

His daily incantations and lurid depraved scenarios that he had so vividly painted while fingering me to mind shattering orgasms were all for this. Yes I was his sex toy, his wanton slut, but it was not him that I was meant to pleasure. It was these and others like them that Mr. Wankle had in mind when for days, for weeks on end he had toyed with me. With an almost imperceptible twitch of my shoulders I turned to face the two men.

Slowly I slipped my jacket from my shoulders letting it pool useless and forgotten at my feet. Just as slowly, but now with a smile on my face, I loosened the buttons of my blouse then it too joined my jacket at my feet. With hardly a pause my fingers unzipped my skirt and shimmied it from my hips and down my legs. At a motion from one of the men I stepped from my skirt and walked to and stood hardly a foot from them.

I offered no resistance as the one on my right pulled me down between them. For the next several minutes as one kissed and squeezed my breast through my bra the other pushed his hand beneath my legs and against my panties then they changed position.

When it was that my hands had dropped to the mens crotches, had unzipped then slipped into their pants I couldn't remember. But as my fingers closed about and tugged to free each cock from its confinement a heady thrill shot through my brain. I felt my bra being unfastened and pulled from me but it was the fingers that had wormed beneath the leg band of my panties which drew my attention and a moan.

My head lolled back and for a second my brain cleared only to just as quickly fog over when each took a nipple between his teeth teasing and nibbling them till they ached. I couldn't think only feel as with their mouths upon my breast each took hold of one of my legs splaying them apart. What seemed like only a breath later while the one on my right continued to suckle my breast the one to my left slipped down between my legs tugging my panties from my hips and down my legs.

A moan burst from my mouth and my pelvis jumped to met the tongue which slathered and probed my slit. Continuous simpering yeses issued from my lips and my hands rose then fell to the head between my legs pulling the face tighter to me even as my pelvis twisted and ground to met it. Dimly as if from a great distance I heard mocking laughter and voices but I didn't care. I felt myself falling, felt myself being twisted, turned face down then my hips being jerked up and back.

My mouth opened to admit a gurgling gasp but it never came as less then a heartbeat after the cock drove into the bubbling cauldron between my legs another pushed past my lips and into my mouth. I wanted to caress the thighs, squeeze the buttocks of the man whom I was sucking but the man behind me was using my arms like reins as he drove powerfully and deeply into me. My mind was screaming with the joy, the pleasure of finally having a cock thrusting into my after untold weeks of abstinence.

A minute, ten minutes, an hour later a gravely gasping voice telling me, commanding me to swallow. My taste buds came alive as my tongue slathering against the underside of his cock encouraged him to fill my mouth, my belly with his spunk and he rewarded me for my efforts. My throat opened welcoming his hot thick salty discharge and like a traveler upon the desert I greedily drank my fill.

Before his last weak spurt splashed over my tongue and trickled down my throat the hands of the one behind me released my arms and gripped my thin waist. As my head fell the the arm of the couch the one behind me jerked me backwards while at the same time thrusting into and holding himself to me. A woman's pleading wail for him to fill her cunt, her womb with his jazz almost burst my ears. Was that me? It had to of been for their wasn't another woman in Mr. Wankle's office. Was there?

Gasping breaths as if I were hyperventilating filled my ears almost but not quite drowning out Mr. Wankle's chuckling voice. "Didn't I promise you the hottest piece of ass if you'd sign with my firm. Was I right gentlemen or was I right." Incomprehensible voices that I didn't even try to understand swirled about me as I weakly pleaded for someone, anyone to fuck me. Laughter and then Mr. Wankle's mirth filled chuckle. "I'm sure that Mrs. Latterman would love nothing better then to spend the weekend in your hotel room."

More mumbling that I couldn't begin to understand followed by laughter. "Fuck her husband. I'll give the stupid prick a call don't worry. Just make sure you don't damage the merchandise and that she's back at her desk come Monday morning." I don't remember getting dressed or leaving the company offices, but I do remember riding in a cab and the almost continuous shivers as fingers and lips played, teased and toyed with me. As for the next three days well they were a blur but for the repeated mind numbing orgasms.

Days later I awoke alone and in the middle of a rumpled bed. My body felt sore and stiff but yet strangely with a warm glow encompassing me. At first I didn't remember where I was and then it all came flooding back to me. Swinging my feet off the bed I walked on rubbery legs to the bathroom. After a long shower I went in search of my clothes. I found my jacket, blouse and skirt hanging in the closet looking as if they had just come from the dry cleaners. Conspicuously absent though was my lingerie.

Just like a man I thought. Have a ladies suit cleaned but keep her lingerie as a souvenir. How sick is that. Oh well a quick stop at the house then into work I muttered as with clothes in hand I turned back to the bed. It was then that I noticed the letter size envelope leaning against the lamp. Dropping my clothes on the bed I picked the envelope up. Inside were twenty, one hundred dollar bills.

Well it's official I silently muttered. I'm a whore. A high price whore, but a whore never the less. For a moment I thought about going into work minus lingerie and wearing the same business suit that I had worn on Thursday but a heartbeat later decided against it. Mr. Wankle had a thing for frilly lingerie and if today was like every other day for the last three weeks he would expect to see me properly attired. High price whore or not.

When I arrived at work an hour late it was to an empty office. What.... But before I could scream out the rest my secretary came rushing up to me qushing like an excited school girl. Something which by the way she hadn't been for better then twenty plus years. Oh Mrs. Latterman your new office is just beautiful and oh so spacious. Why didn't you tell me that you had been promoted to Vice President of Sales. Oh that's right, you very well couldn't could you. Especially since you were at a business meeting with some very important clients Friday.

With her still jabbering excitedly about my new position I followed behind her toward my new office. Her profound thank yous for her huge raise hardly registered. How could it? My mind was heady with her previous nonchalant announcement that she had set aside three hours that afternoon for my meeting with Mr. Wankle and the seven man sales staff.

p;            By

                                                               A. G. Thomas



Are you sure that fancy MacIntosh of yours can do it Johnny Brad asked. "Well.... not by itself it can't, but to answer your question yes I can do it. Hell you saw the pictures of Seth's sister that I edited with just Aperture. Now I've got Final Cut Pro too, so yeah damn tooting I can do it. All you have to do is get the shots that we talked about then leave the rest to me."

Late the next day a broadly grinning Brad handed his digital camera to Johnny so that he could upload what was stored on its video chip. Minutes later, but what seemed like an eternity to the boys, the screen filled with nearly four dozen photos of the beautiful camp counselor Regina Larkin. That Brad had photographed her from nearly every conceivable angle and in various situations with the nine and ten year old boys that she supervised was not only a plus but would make Johnny's job easier.

As Johnny glanced over them his eyes fastened on one in particular. A perfectly innocent one if viewed as taken but one that after he got through with it it would be the most damaging. Again letting his eyes move over the photos he picked out several more he found rather appealing and which by the time he finished his magic would be downright sinful. The thought that any one of the altered photos would not only get her arrested but labeled a child molester if she didn't submit to his demands appealed to him.

Using the ten or so photographs of her in her bikini teaching the young boys to swim, not only as a guide to accurately depict her measurements but miniscule muscle tone as well he highlighted the photo he'd first chosen. With the click of a button his screen filled with her squatting in the midst of her preteen charges. Her graceful hands were on the hips of two of the boys to either side of her and she was smiling up at the young ten year old right in front of her as a half dozen others stood arranged around her in a semi circle.

As he stared at the picture he did not see what was before him. What he saw, what his mind envisioned was the finished product. Oh sweet fucking Christ this is going to be so mother fucking hot he muttered silently as with great care yet practiced grace he brushed out her halter top and shorts. With as much care as before he filled in and blended her coppery skin tone where her clothes had been. Satisfied with his efforts his attention shifted to the young boys.

He thought about removing every boy's clothes, but that would be overkill and totally out of character in an outdoor setting. No, better to simply do those directly before and to either side of her. Over the next hour and a half or so three boy's pants were bunched about their ankles and their little two and three inch boners were standing out proudly as if straining for her attention. With great care and attention to shadows and detail he lightly indented the two boy's hips where her fingers were touching so as to make it look as if she were encouraging them to come closer.

With a smile lighting his face he leaned back looking at the end result. Would she, unlike the boys be naked he mused. Yes, all the better to excite and arouse her little charges as well as to leave no doubt in their young minds that she wanted them and that she was theirs to enjoy. Clothes, oh fucking Christ her clothes. If she'd removed them where where they?

For long immeasurable minutes he looked intently at the picture pondering where she would have discarded her clothes. Then with daft strokes he placed her crumbled halter top halfway between herself and the youngster whose hip her left hand was upon. Again looking at the picture he decided that the best place for her shorts was also to her left yet not directly upon but slightly touching her blouse and closer to her. Thus realistically making it appear as if both had been carelessly discarded after their hurried removal.

Again looking at the results he pondered whether or not he should bother with inserting bra and panties. No, sluts didn't bother with such apparel, especial in a situation such as the photograph was depicting. After another careful inspection of the finished product he saved and moved to the next photo. Several hours later in the wee hours of the mourning, though still having four photos to alter, he was just to tired to go on. Figuring it was better to be safe then sorry he shut down his powerbook.

In the few hours of sleep he did manage to get during that third night of camp a very naked Regina Larkin was prominent in his dreams. Breakfast then lunch and in-between each a pestering and eager Brad. Yet by 2:48 that afternoon the boy's were appraising his handy work. Pulling each photo up in turn and enlarging it to fill his seventeen inch screen he studied each carefully with a critical and appraising eye. Finally satisfied that even an expert would hesitate in declaring with certainty that the photos were any thing but what they were purported to be he made a folder for them then shut down his powerbook.

Hey what's going on? I thought you were going to print out copies so we could confront her Brad huffed. "And how pray tell do you think I can do that? Do you see a printer anywhere on my bed or in my locker. Or did you expect me to just pull one out of my ass shit head." "Well what the fuck are we gonna do" screeched a nearly frantic and disappointed Brad. For several long minutes Johnny sat in silence thinking while his new found friend and coconspirator Brad paced up and down muttering wasted, all wasted, now we'll never get in her pants.

"Don't be to sure" Johnny chuckled as he again opened his MacBook Pro. "What I'm about to do will be a hell of a lot more convincing then a hundred doctored photographs." An hour later Brad was staring dumbstruck at a web site that with a simple push of a button would be on the worldwide web. Since Johnny knew his moms credit card number paying for the space and even setting up an account for people to pay their membership fees to had been no problem.

All that remained now was to confront the girl of their dreams, show her what they had and explain to her what would happen if she didn't spread her legs. Disconnecting the power cord Johnny put his MacBook to sleep then closed the lid. With the battery fully charged there would be no problem in showing her what they had. Hell he could let her stare at each photo as long as she wanted and with him tapped into the camps computer system uploading her future web site even somewhere other then their cabin was as simple as a click of a button if need be.

Together with picking up his computer and telling Brad to bring his video camera he strutted out the door in search of Regina. If not for her pausing and looking about before opening the door to the kitchen and slipping inside they would have missed her. As it was they almost missed her anyway for that was the last place either of them had expected her to be.   
 
Counselors didn't usually enter the kitchen, at least not when the grouchy old negro cook was preparing a meal. Their curiosity aroused the two fifteen year olds, while trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, hurried toward the kitchen. Less then a minute after Regina had entered they were peering through the screen door into what should have been a busy kitchen but was curiously empty. Pots where simmering on the stove, vegetables and other paraphernalia were scattered over the counter but no one was visible.

Though neither spoke each looked at the other as if asking where the hell was she. Even more puzzling to them though was where the hell was the Fat old negro cook and his three helpers. For a minute, maybe two, each looked at the other before Brad hissed try the door. To their utter amazement instead of it being locked as they had expected would be the case it swung open easily.

As they stepped inside the unspoken thought of each that hanky panky was going on vanished, yet where the hell was everyone. Looking at each other as if to confirm the others thoughts that if there had been hanky panky going on the door would have been locked they turned toward the doors leading into the dining room. But before they had taken a step a garbled moan from the opposite direction stopped them. Freezing like deer caught in a poachers spot light each slowly cocked his head listening intently for the sound to repeat itself.

Johnny was the first to move as the gurgling moan was repeated. Like a kid sneaking downstairs on Christmas morning, long before his parents had awaken, he tiptoed toward the large walk in pantry. Brad was a half a step behind and raising his camera as they stepped to the partially open pantry door just as for the third time the gurgling sputtering moan was repeated. This time though over riding it was a mirth filled raspy voice that each teenager knew all to well.

"That's it slut, that's it, suck that nigga's dick. Drain him of his sweet tasting black baby making jazz that you love so well bitch." A second later as if affirming the words and what the boys where hesitant yet eager to witness a guttural sputtering groin of God damn but this honky slut sucks a mean dick. As if one the boy's eyes flew to the five inch crack to peer disbelievingly into the pantry just in time to see the negro thrust and hold his loins tight to Rachel's flushed face.

He was so close that her nose was pressed into his belly leaving little doubt that even if he only had a five inch cock it was lodged in her throat. Even as Brad brought up his camera and snapped a shot of the depraved scene the negro pulled back till only the knob of his glistening black cock was between Regina's lips. "Swallow slut, swallow it all. Don't loose a fucking drop you nasty black cock loving slut" the negro whose cock she was sucking groaned.

The working of Rachel's throat, the claw like grasping of his dark thighs, all indications that she was endeavoring to comply were for naught though as cum mixed with saliva oozed from between her tightly clasping lips. When three shoots later the negro pulled from her mouth and even as her fingers pushed the stringy glob that had dribbled down her chin to her lips the fat negro cook growled "God damn it bitch he told you not to loose a fucking drop. What are you stupid? Can't your trashy white ass follow simply instructions from your nigga masters. I've a good mind to kick your skanky white ass out instead of letting the brother's slam dick to your white trash ass. Is that what you be wanting bitch? Does you want me to kick your skanky ass out of my kitchen without you getting breed? Well is it you fucking slut?"

To the boys surprise the kneeling Rachel began to cry. In-between sobs she pleaded with him not to kick her out, for him to please let them fuck her. For a second it looked as if her whimpering pleas had little effect on the slovenly fat cook but then he grinned evilly. "Well I'll let it slid this time bitch seeing as how this is only your third breeding. But disobey me or one of my boys again and so help me I don't give a shit if you announce over the PA system how much you love black pleasuring, won't none of us give you what you be wanting while you here. Got it?"

"Yes master. Thank you master, thank you for forgiving your worthless white trash cum slut." That she eagerly said the words while looking up into the ugly pock marked face of the obese negro cook stunned the boy's. They had been willing to bet anything that the negro's, just as they themselves had been about to do, were somehow forcing her to do their bidding.

"All right bitch, chuck them fucking clothes and lets get another look at that fine looking white body of yours" the grotesque negro cook chuckled. As she eagerly stood Brad quickly calculated his cameras ability if switched to movie mode. 4GB equals about 90 minutes minus the half dozen stills he'd already shot comes to a safe 1 hour of video. Pressing the movie button on his Canon PowerShot S5 1S digital camera he pointed it at the scene before them. That every word, every moan, every grunt, wheeze and slap of naked flesh against naked flesh would also be captured while in movie mode was deeply appreciated at that moment.

Over the next hour and forty three minutes, only an hour and seventeen of which was captured on film, the boys watched as one after the other then two and finally three at a time the four negro's used their dream girl as one would a two bit whore. In that hour and seventeen minutes her soul filled pleas for them to fuck her, for them to breed her, to give her a negro baby were captured in stereo. So too were the negro's taunts, their abusive demeaning demands as they repeatedly and continuously used her various orifices. Also captured was the unmistakable sound of naked flesh against naked flesh as well as the squishy sounds of cock drilling her sloppy cum filled holes.

Only when together with the slovenly fat cook pulling his spent cock from Regina's well used asshole and everyone, Regina included, begin to get dressed did the boy's move. But even as they were stepping back from the door the grotesque fat negro's contemptuous snickering command came to their ears. "Since the day after tomorrow is your day off and no one will think it strange if you leave camp I'll be taking your white ass into Charlotte tomorrow evening for a proper breeding.

Don't you be worrying none about what to wear slut cause I'll have a skimpy little flirt skirt and bikini top for you. Wouldn't do to have my little cum slut looking like other then what she is when I presents her to dah better then two dozen nigga's what's already paid me to breed her white trash ass now would it?. Now get your skanky...."

But the obese negro cooks last words went heard as the once scheming teenagers turned and rushed from the kitchen.

     

                                                   A. G. Thomas



Though Finduilas didn't understand it she didn't think that she could take another day of it. Why did he not use her as she, for some inexplicable reason that was beyond her understanding, wished him to do? Had not she for the last three nights welcomed and encouraged his large rough hands upon her. More then that though, and again with an unreasoning and unfathomable need that she didn't understand, willingly surrendered every curve and swell of her tall lithe body to his slobbering mouth and thick probing tongue?

Later, warm in the after glow that his mouth and tongue had inducted, but yet wanting and praying for more, had not she guided him between her legs. With whimpering sounds of need hadn't she snuggled against his large hideous bulk as indication of her desire. Yet he denied her. Why? Her desire, her need to again have, to again feel his almost wrist thick rod thrusting into her as it had twice before was driving her mad and such should not be the case.

Her need for him was unfathomable and beyond reason for she was a high born elf and he a hated orc. He was little more then an animal and mating with him was like that of mating with the ravenous wild dogs loosed from Angband. And yet the mad desire to take him to mate was there. So strong was that feeling that her dreams were not of Gwindor and home but of her pleasuring the grotesque beast in what so ever manner he wished. Why?   

Looking back over her shoulder at the orc she silently appraised a being that until her capture she had only wished to kill. What was it about the hideous creature that made her want him so she wondered as her eyes traveled over him. There was a lot of him to see and appraise since he had long ago stripped down to his loin cloth. They could be the last two beings in the world and yet he insisted on covering himself. Why? She almost burst out laughing at the modesty such implied.

Or was it modesty? Might it not yet be another way of tormenting her? She, except for the strips of cloth about arms and legs naked for all the world to see while he hid himself beneath a loin cloth. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen him, hadn't felt him, hadn't kissed him. So why did he insist on covering himself?

Turning her face to the sky she saw that there was still several hours before he usually called a halt to their days march. Enough. I've had enough she silently screamed as abruptly turning about she strode back to him not stopping until her body was against his. For a moment except for a slight cocking of his head to look down at her neither of them moved. Then raising to her tiptoes she wrapped her arms about his thick neck pulling his hideous face down to hers. As his wide mouth touched hers her lips parted in invitation.

The banked heat between her legs flared to a roaring inferno spreading upward and outward as his thick pointed tongue slipped between her lips. As her tongue met and dueled with his, even though she knew he couldn't understand her, she murmured her want into his hungry mouth. Reluctantly she broke the kiss. Her hands slipped from around his thick neck moving lightly across his shoulders before almost lovingly caressing his huge biceps.

But it wasn't just her hands that paid homage to his massive bulk for at the same time her hands moved so too did her lips. With a lightness like that of a warm breeze her lips moved down to his massive chest. Soft pleasurable purrs vibrated in her throat as her lips and nipping teeth concentrated on his nipples. For long immeasurable minutes she worshiped him thus, before, with the lightness of butterfly wings, her lips moved to his protruding belly.

Lower her lips moved until unable to continue kissing him without dropping to her knees before him she did so. As her soft lips moved over the bulge barely constrained by his loin cloth Moglig's already hard cock twitched and jerked like an injured snake in anticipation of what was to come. Before he could think to encompass her head she began tearing at his loin cloth. That her unreasoning desire to have her lips on him, to kiss and take him into her mouth should never be never entered her mind.

All Finduilas knew, all that she cared about was in freeing him and after freeing him take him into her mouth. When at last her fevered task was accomplished she wrapped her long thin fingers about him with an eagerness that was unexplainable. Her fingers tingled as if awakening from a long sleep as they squeezed and moved over him like a farmer milking his favorite heifer. With a fascination that was unexplainable her eyes took in every bump, ridge and throbbing vein of his thick organ.

Unheedful of the enormity of what was about to happen her lips parted and her tongue flicked out. Almost sobbing with want together with wet kisses she began running her tongue over and along his rigid thick cock. For several long minutes she continued to worship him thus, before with a last kiss to the bulbous crown of his cock she slid her lips over him. Her fingers tightened on his thighs as together with opening her mouth wider she leaned into him.

Her brain protested as the sensation of forcing ones own fist into ones mouth reached it and yet she persisted. Like the talons of the mighty eagles her fingers dug into his thighs as the thrill of both the bulbous head along with no less then three inches of his massive rigidity pushed past her lips. The sensation of her teeth scraping over his pebbly rigidity thrilled each for a different reason and the pleasure that each received from it would have been obvious to anyone lucky enough to have been watching.

Along with Moglig's hands completely enclosing her head and his hips jerking spastically a howl of pure animal lust exploded from his chest. How it was that he resisted the urge to ram himself fully and deeply into the hot moist cavern of her mouth was a mystery. As for Finduilas, despite honestly feeling as if she were choking never the less she tried vainly to take even more of him into the hot slobbering moistness of her mouth.

That she cared less if she did choke to death would again have been obvious to an onlooker as her shapely body vibrated like a released bow string. Her only thought, her only desire was to pleasure him, and if her choking to death would have assured his pleasure she would have gladly done so. Together with her tongue slithering along the underside of his cock and her saliva coating the bulbous crown she began to ravenously suck on him as one possessed.

Moglig could hardly believe it. The voice had been right. She had come to him of her own free will. Many long pleasurable minutes later, regrettably and with no small measure of difficulty Moglig pulled from between her tightly clasping lips. Sinking to his knees, just as he had the second time that he had taken her, he gripped her small waist and without the slightest of effort lifted and turned her about. As she fell on hands and knees before him he released her but she did not stay stationary. Along with wiggling back against him she spread her legs to near shoulder width. Her actions an unspoken invitation for him to take her.

Placing his left hand on the small of her back his other gripped his cock guiding it to the bubbling cauldron between her legs. As the large blunt head of his cock touched her a scream for him to take her, to make her his in a mixture of her own tongue and that of the wild men of the north burst from her throat. Her garbled plea in a language he understood almost made him loose control.

With supreme effort he stopped himself from lunging fully and deeply into her. Slowly, ever so slowly and with difficulty he pushed into her. An inch then four and finally seven rock hard inches slipped into her willing shivering body before he paused. For countless thudding heartbeats he held himself as immobile as a statue before nearly withdrawing from her.

She, believing he either thought her to small and unable to take him, or for whatever other reason had decided not to use her as she wished gave her cause for panic. An almost animal like growl tore from her throat as together with locking her arms she pushed back in an effort to recapture him even as he pushed forward. With the force of a sword blow slamming into her stomach his cock hammered into her womb rocking her forward.

The pain that shot through her from having so much of his almost wrist thick cock drive into her at one time was even greater then that of her wedding night when she had lost her virginity. As one her arms and legs buckled and her cheek scraped over the hard ground. For long minutes neither moved. Or at least so it would have appeared to someone if they had been fortunate enough to witness her surrender.

Yet if they had been close enough they would have heard her breath come in huge gulping sobs. They might even have seen the tears streaming from her tightly closed eyes. What they wouldn't have seen, though such might have been fantasized upon, was Moglig's huge cock twitch and jerk like a live entity as he gloried in the warmth and tightness of her cunt. Nor would they have been privy to her cuntial muscles rippling caressingly along the monstrous length of his cock.

Moments later though, and to Moglig's astonishment, along with opening her legs wider and with an arching of her back, she levered herself upright. With his large hands about her waist, his fingers nearly touching, he held her stationery while slowly yet methodically he began pumping into her. For long minutes caught in his tight grasp and unable to move as he rhythmically and deeply sawed in and out of her she could but verbally encourage him.

At times her warbling pleas to be used, to be bred, were in a mixture of her own tongue and that of the northmen. Most often though the whimpering pleas were in her own tongue, which though he understood but little there was no mistaking her terrible need. Though his pace never varied from their slow womb deep thrust as the minutes dragged on his hold about her waist loosened. No longer constrained by his guiding hands her movements became almost frantic in their urgency. Her body trembling, her buttocks moving in small tight circles she began rocking back against him ever faster and harder.

When it was that she realized that the orc understood and more pleasurably, at least to her, responded to the guttural language of the northmen she didn't know. But more and more often, in-between the times that her mind wasn't exploding with climatic pleasure, her soul filled begging pleas to be used, to be possessed by him were in that of the wild men from the north.

Time had no meaning for her. The sun might have risen and set a dozen times for all she knew or cared. Only the mind expanding explosions, more beautiful then the heavenly firmaments, from his masterful use of her held sway as she masochistically met his every deep thrust. How long he continued to use her, how long she willingly, eagerly accepted and wanted him neither knew or cared. An hour, a lifetime later though, her constantly pleading voice began to grow horse and her mad, sometimes hurtful, masochistic lunges began to slow when at long last Moglig's cock begin to expand and twitch.

With a last hard deep thrust which sent his massive cock into her birth cannel his seed, with the viscosity and heat like that of molten rock, flowed into her. But he was not the only one to have moved, for as his madly vibrating cock signaled his release with the last ounce of energy she had she pushed back to meet his bone jarring deep thrust. A high, undulating, inhuman shriek, it would have raised the hackles of a werewolf. Such a scream as might have wavered through the night when Death rode the wind and a banshee on the battlements heralded the fall of an ancient house was her response as her mind and lithe body exploded in orgasmic rapture.

Sedated and pleased as never before Moglig nearly collapsed atop her. At the last possible second though, he regained enough presence of mind to not only wrap his arms about her but fall sideways. Moments later, and with his cock still buried deeply inside her, he joined her in exhausted slumber. Hours later he was awakened by her soft meows of pleasure as well as her slow but forcible undulations against him.

The next day, after taking her for a third time and with the sun almost at its zenith they started out. The next several days were very much of a repeat of their fourth day together. Not only did they stop early but they started late, and in between those times it was always she that came to him. She was like a virgin bride who after having been introduced to sex became obsessed with the act. More then once during that first week they were together, she was so desirous to have his large cock thrusting powerfully into her that even during their mid day pause she came to him.

Because of her near insatiable hunger, not to mention his willingness to accommodate her, a trek that should have taken no more then eighteen days stretched beyond. It was during the early afternoon of their thirty third day that the forward scout of a band of marauding orcs almost came upon them. But even as the thought of hailing the scout entered Moglig's brain the ever present voice whispered not yet Moglig.

With a sweetness like that of honey the voice whispered did I not promise you that of her own free will she would willingly come to you? Heed me then, for I again speak of things to come. Though it is decreed that she will become the pleasure receptacle for uncountable others of my creation and that from those unions she will bare many offspring that time is not yet at hand. Before what has been ordained comes to fruition though it shall be as I have promised. By your seed from her womb she will present to you a male child. And that child will be the catalyst for the ruination of his people?

Go then to Minas Morgal and await. You shall not want for nourishment for I have caused the store rooms to be filled. Though parties of raiding orcs and northmen will stop by from time to time to replenish their supplies they will not linger. For they are a weak and superstitious lot and will think her screams of pleasure as you repeatedly breed her are the wails of tormented souls.

Six moons will light the night and then wain as you await the catalyst that will strengthen your seed and swell her belly. As you await that time pleasure yourself with her as you will. Instruct her well in all the many ways of accommodating and pleasuring those who will breed her in the future. Make her as receptive to those who will breed her in the future as she now is with you. Instill in her not only the desire and willingness, but the righteousness of pleasuring my many and varied creations for as I have said their numbers will be legend. Do not fail me in this Moglig, for if you do you shall suffer torment greater then any you can imagine.

Thus it was that even as the syrupy sweet voice faded he pulled her behind an outcropping of rocks. Finduilas, not having seen the scout and knowing nothing about the ever present voice that guided and instructed Moglig, nor of the future that was ordained for her offered no resistance. Indeed, she believed that at long last it was he that was taking the initiative in their relationship and her heart thumped crazily with the thought of it. Like a traveler dying of thirst when together with his squatting down and pulling her to him her soul sang to the heavens in anticipation of what she knew would be his masterful use of her.

Without thought as his hands gripped her naked buttocks pulling her against him so tightly that she feared he would squash her never the less she had the presence of mind to react. As one, together with turning her face up to his and raining kisses upon his hideous face her long slim fingers caressingly stroked his semi hard hunk of male flesh. Like a living thing his organ twitched and grew under her administration The veins running through it swelling with arousal until they stood out like the outcroppings of mountain ranges.

Her soft lips glided feather like over every inch of his body as like a snake slithering down a tree she slipped from between his arms and moved downward. Her fingers continued to squeeze and stroke him lovingly encouraging him to ever stiffer hardness even as at long last she squatted between his tree trunk thick legs. A rumbling growl erupted from Moglig's throat as while continuing to stroke him her lips closed about the bulbous head of his blood engorged cock.

Like a leach sucking blood from its victim she hungrily sucked on the head of his cock while her tongue teased at the underside of his rigidity. Moglig's head drooped and slobber dripped from his wide mouth coating her midnight dark hair making it glisten. Taunts that he hadn't spoken since her capture flowed from his mouth. Her ears burned and shame filled her at his chokingly stuttered words. And yet the promises that soon, very soon the smaller, the weaker of his kind would breed her sent an unfathomable shiver of longing through her.

Her right hand fell between her legs to rub over her moistened slit sending even more powerful shivers through her as flashes of her lying on her back as one after another small yet powerfully built orcs climbed atop her. Vivid images of their many knobby cocks repeatedly thrusting into her filled her brain short circuiting nerve endings causing brilliant explosions like that of exploding stars.

Mixed with such images were others that were less clear and quickly viewed. Yet they were not so faint or rapid in passing that she could not see herself kneeling in the midst of a pack of werebeast. Neither were they so indistinct that she could not see the large slathering animals one after another and repeatedly thrust into her all to willing and accepting body.

Moglig though was oblivious to the many and varied perverse Images that flashed upon her brain. Images that even as she hungrily, greedily sucked on his cock caused her to twitch and moan as one who had been disemboweled by a sword thrust. Ignorant of all this his large hands cupped her head guiding her actions as spittle and pre cum filled her mouth to overflowing. And she to keep from choking greedily swallowed his offering thus opening her throat to him and he took advantage of it.

Never before had his massive cock felt her throat but the danger of discovery combined with her slavishly ravenous sucking caused him to loose control. Whatever the cause for her acceptance of his cock in her throat he welcomed it. The feel of her throat upon him was like nothing he had ever felt before and he gloried in the velvety feel of it. At first he paid little heed to her hacking gags but then the words of his master took precedence and reluctantly he pulled free of the clinging tightness of her throat.

In the ensuing pause as she fought to breathe he raised his head and looked about for the scout. But before his brain registered the fact that he was moving away his attention was drawn back to Finduilas for her lips were again about the bulbous head of his cock and she was sucking furiously.

As she slavishly paid homage to the bulbous head of his cock taunts of her future rumbled from his chest. His continuing taunts and the vivid images that they caused filled her brain sending orgasm upon orgasm flowing through her. Unable to control himself Moglig again wrapped his hands about her head in an effort to hold her steady even as she fought to once more take him into her throat. Like a volcano erupting his cum bubbled up from his egg size balls flowing upward through his blood engorged cock like a raging river.

Despite her best effort to swallow his offering his pungent cum flowed from between her tightly clasping lips as well as from her nostrils. With supreme effort he pulled from her hungrily sucking mouth. His last weak ejaculation spraying over her face as he did so. Lifting her up he pulled her onto his lap. Her scream of rapture was like that of a mating mare as his cock drilled into her. And like a mare who had been coupled to a stallion she shivered uncontrollably.

Forgotten was the danger of discovery as her chortling screams of rapture echoed from the rocks as again and again he lifted and dropped her down onto his iron hard cock. The already short circuiting pleasure center of her brain imploded and orgasm after orgasm slammed into her brain with the force of a charging elephant each time his massive organ slammed into her womb.

Before her screams of rapture and bliss turned to garbled incoherent mutterings they were occasionally interrupted when while licking his cum from her face his tongue entered her open gasping mouth. How long she bounced atop him she neither knew or cared as all that mattered to her was the rapturous bliss that she felt each time his pleasure giving rod hit her womb. Long unmeasurable minutes later she was beyond even that as with her mind and body exhausted from repeated orgasms she became like a rag doll unable to move except by his guidance.

Yet still and repeatedly he continued to thrust into her with the force and intensity of one possessed. Immeasurable long minutes later and with a last upward heave of his loins that sent his cock into her birth canal he ejaculated. Shadows lengthened and still he held her limp unresponsive form in his lap before finally with a gentleness that others of his kind would not have thought possible, yet without pulling from her, he pulled her head to his chest. Thus it was that with her head cradled against him he whispered to her of her future.

Though in an exhausted stupor from time to time she listlessly squirmed and soft pleasurable purrs vibrated in her throat in response to his soft words. Words of how after she had given birth to his child she would be the brood bitch for his masters various and assorted creations. Throughout the long night he continued to whisper to her of her new life. Of the pleasure that she would not only receive but give when laying with other orcs. But it wasn't only the various and numerous orcs that she would pleasure and receive pleasure from that he taunted her with. There were also whispered promises of her mating with the huge ferocious wolfs and boars upon which orcs were known to ride.

His verbal descriptives were such that even as, or perhaps a catalyst for, his twitching cock bathed in the damp warmth of her cunt her dreams were filled with alluring and vivid images. So much so, that instead of something he but taunted her with and that might never be, it was as if she were actually living them. In the morning, her all to vivid dreams but a faint memory, they veered off to the east. And though she wondered why such was the case she never asked and he offered no explanation.

It wasn't until five days later as the towers of Minas Morgal appeared on the horizon that Finduilas realized that Moglig wasn't taking her to Angband. With the realization also came a flood of understanding. He was tired of her. He had gotten what he'd wanted from her and now he didn't want her anymore. He was going to do just as he had often taunted her with. He was going to give her to whoever was behind those massive walls.

Yet if such was his intention why Minas Morgal and not Angband? Surely there couldn't be more then a company stationed there at any one time since it was where raiding parties set out from. No. She mustn't think such thoughts, she mustn't. He cared for her, he had protected her. He'd hidden her from the few roaming orcs patrols they had seen. No. There must be another reason that he had brought her to this place. Another reason other then giving her to countless orcs to use how so ever and as many times as they willed. There must be. But what?

A child. He had said she was to give him a child. But such had never happened before. At least not to her knowledge. At the thought of giving birth her hand unconsciously went to her belly. Could she give him a child, and if so, what would he or she look like? Would the creation of their joining look like him or her. Or would their child, and this she prayed would be the case, possess the best attributes of both races. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that not until they were standing before the massive gates did she realize that they had not been challenged.

How she wondered did he plan on entering when the gates were closed and no one was there to open them. But even as she turned to ask he was turning from the massive gate and moving down along the tall thick walls. Twenty paces later he stopped, and when she looked at him askance together with smiling down at her he pushed against  a stone that was head high. To her surprise to the accompaniment of grinding stone a hidden door opened. She couldn't help but laugh as after motioning her through the opening he barely squeezed through.

The door certainly hadn't been constructed with him in mind and neither had the room in which they stood. Without an utterance from her companion she reached for and lit a torch as the massive three foot thick door closed behind them. Slipping around her he led her through the winding passage. At the end of the passage was a door that she instinctively knew led into the depths of Minas Morgal. She had little doubt that it was every bit as thick as the other had been. Neither did she doubt that if other orcs had been in residence that it would have been heavily guarded. No body of elves lucky enough to have made it this far would have progressed further without great loose.

Instead of Moglig passing through the door as she had suspected he ignored it. Instead, facing what  appeared to be a solid wall and a dead end, he reached above his head. Again he pressed on a stone that to her looked no different then the others and just as before  the wall slid aside. This time though instead of another passage there was a flight of stairs at the top of which was a lavish suite of rooms.

Though she had never imagined orcs living in such splendor she unquestioningly accepted that which she saw. Though she knew that such could not be the case she could not shake the feeling that the rooms had been prepared with her in mind. She found it both intoxicating and yet a little unsettling that she would be living in the midst of such richness. With a squeal of delight she threw herself into Moglig's arms raining kisses upon his ugly face. Just as certainly as she knew that these apartments were to be her new home she also knew that Moglig would let no other orc possess her.

His taunts of sharing her with countless other orcs were just that. And yet strangely in her inner most being she felt a measure of disappointed that such was not to be. Why that was she couldn't say. Yet as quickly as her disappointment had been that dozens, perhaps even hundreds of orcs would not pleasure themselves with her flitted through her mind it was forgotten as Moglig's arms encircled her. Moments later they were in the huge bed and she was astraddle his massive bulk.

Days, weeks, months flew by, and with each taking of her Finduilas slipped ever more willingly into the role that without her knowledge had been ordained. Moglig, always conscious and obedient to the instructive voice, used her in varied and assorted ways. Her every orifice became as familiar and accepting of his almost wrist thick foot long cock as her lungs were to oxygen. Without shame or hesitation she accepted him in which so ever manner and as often as he wished.

Finduilas was in a seemingly perpetual state of arousal and wantonness. She could not seem to get enough of the huge hideous orc. The more often that he used her, the more often she wanted him. And always with each taking of her Moglig taunted her with the prospect that after she gave birth to his child other orcs and creatures of Angband would breed her. Her wails for Moglig to use not only her cunt but ass were like those of a tormented soul and mistaken for such by other orcs and northmen that at times passed through the gates of Minas Morgal.

Several times a few of the braver orcs climbed the tower stairs to investigate the wailing moans. But none had been brave enough to enter the tower proper. It was during times such as that when both knew that other orcs were only steps away that his taunts became even more explicate. More then once while thrusting deeply and powerfully into her he would tease her with letting the orcs into the tower. In teasing whispers he would taunt her with letting them watch while he bred her.

With syrupy sweet tongue, and while other orcs were just beyond the door to the apartments, he told of how he would first give her to the bravest and then all the others in turn. Like a branding iron searing flesh his all to vivid descriptives of how one after the other and repeatedly they would thrust their better then elf size cock's into her various holes emblazoned themselves upon her brain. The first time it had happened she had not answered his taunts yet her response to his powerful deep thrust as he had taunted her had spoke volumes.

Days later though as she had stood on the balcony watching the orcs march from Minas Morgal Moglig had bent her over. Only seconds after without a word he had thrust fully and deeply into her anus and while her eyes were still locked on the departing orcs it was she that had begged him to let other orcs use her. From that moment on with ever more regularity and vehemence she pleaded with him to let others use her. Her pleas to be bred, to be used by other orcs for their pleasure were especially soulful when they were in residence though.

It was at the start of their seventh month together when Moglig was awakened from a deep and satisfying slumber by a strange sound. For several moments he lay thinking about the night before. Their mating had been especially eventful. Unseen and unawares by those that they were watching they had been on the rampart looking down at what might have been almost a full company of orcs. Her fingers had been slowly stroking his cock while he had gleefully pointed out several that he would like to see her be breed with.

Less then a heartbeat after he had pointed out a particularly grotesque and muscular orc with simpering meows of pleasure she had dropped to her knees before him. But even as her lips and tongue began to pay him homage Moglig lifted and turned her about. With her again looking down at the gathered orcs he repeated his wish to see her bred by others while bending her over.

Finduilas, her eyes locked on the hideous orc in question, together with grasping the edge of the parapet eagerly splayed her legs in anticipation. A long stuttering moan of pleasure and hurt burst from her throat as none to gently Moglig after grabbing her waist and pulling her backwards thrust fully and deeply into her. Impaled as she was she could but stare down at the raised faces of the orcs as like the savage he was Moglig time and again guided her movements.

With Moglig's guttural derision's that the orcs below could see her. That they would soon burst into the tower and then one after the other use her like the brood bitch she was ringing in her ears Finduilas's lithe body vibrated in orgasmic pleasure. As orgasm after orgasm slammed into her brain a part of it wished that what her lover was taunting her with would became reality. Her wailing moans, her simpering pleas to be allowed to pleasure the others became louder, more soulful. But such was not to be for as one those below fled toward the gates screaming in fear.

Yes. That had indeed been a memorable occasion and he had little doubt that if instead of them fleeing toward the gates the scum had instead burst into the tower the elf bitch would have fucked all seven score of them. Untangling himself from her clinging arms and legs he slipped from the bed. As his feet hit the floor the voice slammed into his brain with such force that he swayed drunkenly.

"It is time Moglig. You have prepared the princess for her role as brood bitch for my assorted creations more then I had hoped and now you shall be rewarded. Even now your seed is in her womb and needs but a catalyst to grow. That catalyst now awaits outside on the parapet. Awake her. She must couple with and his seed must join yours in her womb as the sun rises. Just as the sun creates a new day so to shall your combined seeds create that which you desire."

Before the voice had died Moglig roused Finduilas. Though her eyes were heavy with sleep she unquestioningly walked beside him out onto the balcony. If her lover and master wished to again pleasure himself as he had the night before who was she to question him. But as she stepped out into the cool night air she froze in horror for there before her was a dragon. Instinctively, though how she had no ideal, she knew that he was the offspring of the great dragon. His reddish bronze coloring as well as the shape of his head indicated such.

As the huge nearly forty foot beast eyes locked on and held hers her fear that he had come to kill and possibly eat her vanished. A feeling of peacefulness and lassitude washed over her as like a warm spring breeze a soft pleasing voice repeatedly and enticingly whispered to her. Come princess, come to Orodruin and I the offspring of the first wyrm will give you pleasure such as not even Moglig has shown you.

Like one in a dream and with her heart beating as loudly and rapidly as a war drum of the orcs she stepped to the beast. Without conscious thought or hesitation she placed her hand against its scaly chest as the soft pleasing voice whispered feel my heart princess. Does it not beat as strongly and with the intensity of yours in anticipation of our mating? Come then and let my seed mix with that of your orc lover so that the child you pray for will be conceived.

She knew that what the terrible wyrm was proposing was wrong and yet if coupling with him would give her the child that she and Moglig longed for then why not. This was but a dream though. A dream brought on by her own desire to give her lover a child as well as his taunts of her being bred with the many and varied creatures spewed from the bowels of Angband. Dream it might very well be but if in her dream joining with the first born of the great wyrm gave her the child that she wanted, then she would willingly couple with him a hundred, a thousand times.

She knew neither fear or panic as the beast long tail after worming between her legs slid up her back and around her shoulders. Without forethought she fell back against the scaly appendage letting it cradle and hold her in a semi upright position. Her legs, which were straddling the tree trunk thick base of the wyrms tail, of their own accord rose then draped over the shoulders of the beast rear legs. Whether her next actions were because of instinct or in obedience to the soft but persistent voice in her head she couldn't say. Whatever the reason though and with her eyes still locked on those of the wyrms, she eagerly wiggled downwards until she was almost against the wyrms belly.

Never before in any of her dreams, not in those about her husband and more recently those in which her Master Moglig played a prominent part, had the sensations that were flowing through her been so realistic. So intense and vivid were those feelings that as the mighty wyrms head lowered and his huge maw opened she imagined she could actually feel his hot raspy tongue touching her sweating flesh. Mewing hisses of pleasure vibrated in her throat as in a near stupor of orgasmic bliss and in response to the wyrms rough tongue slithering over first one then the other of her taunt breast her head flailed from side to side. For long unmeasurable minutes he teased her thus before with a last rasping rake over her aroused nipples his long tongue slithered upward over her throat to her face.

Her cheeks, her forehead, her eyes, her nose and finally her lips felt and gloried in the searing touch of the wyrms tongue. Her mouth opened and against all odds somehow captured and held the hot appendage between her lips even as the wyrms massive wrist thick organ sought entrance. Tighter her lips clamped about the beast tongue as together with splaying her legs wider she wiggled deeper into the wyrms belly. Her desperate effort to hold and suck on the beast tongue was for naught though when the engorged pointed head of his organ pushed its way into her.

Her mouth flew open. A gurgling raspy groan welled from her chest and her slight frame shuddered as if from a terrible fever as first the head then four, six and finally nine inches of thick animal organ drove into her. For several heartbeats neither animal or Finduilas moved then with a twist of his loins the wyrm pulled all but the head of his organ from her hot needy cunt. Soft pleading whimpers hissed from Finduilas's lips as with a rolling twist of her hips she tried to squirm down onto the thick iron hard organ of the beast. But except for allowing four maybe five inches of thick animal cock into the seething bubbling cauldron between her legs he gainsaid her efforts.

Time and again along with his hot breath washing her face and his rough tongue stabbing between her lips the mighty wyrm teased her thus. In desperation Finduilas together with moaning soulfully and undulating like a snake pushed down onto the pleasure giving organ teasing her. In compliance, not only to her efforts but her whimpering pleas to be bred Orodruin, with a powerful rolling push of his lower extremity drove fully and deeply into her.

A scream, both of mind exploding pain and exquisite pleasure burst from her throat as fourteen inches of nearly wrist thick animal cock bored into her. Several inches of which, like a red hot poker, wormed through her birth cannel and into her womb. For several moments it was as if each had turned to stone before, with one hand upon the mighty wyrms breast and the other mauling her own, her lower body again began a snake like undulating. Whimpers of pleasure and pleas to be bred as well as spittle spilled from her quivering lips as again and again and ever faster her body slid up and down on the huge animal cock.

Moglig, though the inner voice of his Master had assured him that he had prepared the elf princess well, stared disbelievingly at the sight before him. The astonishment that he had felt the first time she had willingly and without inhibition came to him was as nothing to that which he now felt. Never had he seen a female captive take so readily to a life as a brood bitch to his Masters creations. Neither had his cock ever been so hard or had he yearned for relief as now. The perverse desire for her to suck his cock even as she rode the dragons cock was overpowering. Yet he knew if he were to be so bold as to attempt such that if the dragon who seemed to be leering at him didn't bite his head off his Master would kill him.

Hardly had the depraved thought wove through his lust aroused brain though when together with Finduilas reaching out to and pulling him to her the always present voice whispered its blessing. As her lips closed about his granite hard cock and she sought to take him as deeply as she was taking the mighty wyrms cock the voice hissed mockingly. Such will be her life from now on Moglig. Her every longing and desire will be to pleasure my creations as she now pleasures you and Orodruin. Though at times only one at a time may use her she will only know true joy when two and three of my lesser orcs, wild dogs and other creations use her for their pleasure.

She will be the brood bitch of Angband and though she will birth many offspring none shall be the equal of that which she will bare you. Moglig though hardly heard the last for with a roar like that of a wounded beast his seed spilled into her throat even as the mighty wyrms own roar signaled his release. Like a traveler upon the desert dying of thirst Finduilas greedily drank of Moglig's offering even as her womb lovingly welcomed Orodruin's seed. As the scalding hot and capacious jets of sperm from both orc and dragon almost as one flooded not only her throat but womb Finduilas convulsed and writhed as one in the throes of an epileptic seizure.  

Even as Moglig pulled from her still sucking mouth and collapsed to the walkway Finduilas's cuntial muscles continued to squeeze and massage the dragons organ in a greedy attempt to milk him of every last drop of his scalding hot sperm. Seven more times, both singularly and simultaneously during that long day and the night that followed the dragon and orc satisfied themselves with the elf princess body. Five of those times it was while she knelt between them.

Though Moglig's large hands were about her waist supporting her as he took her from behind she still had enough strength to hurtfully skewer herself upon his rigidity. In such a position Moglig was not the only one to enjoy her though. For even as he assured her pregnancy she lovingly sucked on the pointed head of the dragons massive crimson colored cock.

It was while the mighty wyrm, with little heed to her languid state, was thrusting savagely into her badly stretched and flooded cunt for the third time that Moglig collapsed. He was oblivious when the dragon, after satiating his lust as well as fulfilling his Master command, lifted into the dawn sky. For nearly eighteen hours Moglig slept as if in a coma. Yet when he was awakened by the feel of her lips upon him he somehow knew that better then a whole day had gone by.

Hardly had his eyes opened to the glare of a bright mid day sun and his body signaled his awareness before Finduilas without taking her lips from him shifted about. For a moment he stared up into her cum drenched cunt marveling that despite her rough usage not only by him but by the dragon that she was no longer obscenely stretched. As his tongue delved into her and he tasted the combined residue of their breeding her he couldn't help but wonder why it was that she wasn't badly stretched. But that wasn't the only thing he wondered. He also wondered if she remembered any of it.

The answer to his second silent inquiry came when after her drinking her fill of his seed and while she feed him she told him of her dream. In vivid detail she told how she had pleasured him as well as the great wyrm Orodruin. Not just once but several times. Nor, except for the last time when she had been nearly comatose and when only the wyrm had enjoyed her, had her pleasuring of them been singular. His only rejoinder as he pulled her into his lap was that he wished it hadn't been a dream, for he would have liked to have participated in such a breeding of her.

It was but a moment later as he entered her unbelievingly tight cunt and while she continued to tell him of her supposed dream that the answer to his first silent wonderment dawned. If Orodruin's seed had been what was needed for her to present him with child then magic must be involved. If such was the case that would explain why instead of her being obscenely stretched, as by rights she should have been, she was instead as tight or tighter then she had been the first time she had come to him.

It was three weeks later when, just as was her usually habit in awakening him, as her lips encircled and she began to lovingly suck on him a multitude of surreal images flitted rapidly through his brain. Caught between sleep and wakefulness he tried to focus on the indistinct images but found the task impossible. Then as quickly as the images had come to him blackness so deep that no light could penetrate it engulfed his brain. With a start, and heedless of the princess's teeth raking his cock he rolled from the bed.

For several minutes he stood breathing heavily oblivious to the fact that Finduilas had climbed to her knees and was once again hungrily sucking on his cock. Death. Death was coming for him and the voice hadn't warned him. Why? Was his death to be at his Masters bidding. Or was it possible that someone else, her kinsmen or their cursedly man allies suspected that the princess was here at Minas Morgal.

But if that was the case then why hadn't the Master warned him? After all he had plans for the princess. Hadn't he whispered to him often enough that he intended to make her the brood bitch for his assorted creations. Whichever the case might be he and the princess had to leave, and they had to leave now. Clothes. He had to find her something to wear in case it wasn't his Master that wanted him dead. Better to have her looking none the worse for wear in case they were set upon. Being a prisoner was so much more preferable to being dead.  

An all to familiar shiver surged upwards from his loins shattering his panicked thoughts. What might have passed for a mirth filled chuckle echoed in his throat as he looked down at the elf princess ravenously sucking his cock. He had been panic stricken and trying to figure a way out and from the way she was gobbling on his cock her only thought had been in pleasure him. Well maybe another hour or so wouldn't make all that much difference he mused as together with turning her about he guided his rigidity to her moistened slit.

Five hours later, after a visit to the store room where to his surprise he had found a gown that looked and fit as if it had been made for her they were making their way through the forest that bordered Minas Morgal. His delay in getting away, the better part of which had been spent in breeding the princess, proved costly. The first warning that he had as to just how costly that delay was to prove was the elf princess's blood curdling scream.

The dull throbbing pain in his chest didn't prevent him from drawing his sword and turning on the four score men, who by their crest, were of the house of Beor. Without thinking he lunged toward the princess and those with which she was struggling. Two, three more times pain that would have felled a lesser orc slammed into his chest. But he was not a lesser orc, he was Moglig, he was commander of the feared Nurgluc the bravest and most fearsome orc regiment of the Dark Lords mighty army.

The increasing pain in his chest though caused him to stagger and drop to his knees several feet short of his goal. For several ever increasing painful heartbeats his clouding eyes looked into those of the struggling princess then with a roar of hate and bloodlust he staggered upright. Even as he raised his broadsword and lurched toward the struggling mother of his child the dream that had awakened him that morning came back to him. How could his Master who had guided his every movement all these long months not have warned him of his death?

Six, eight a dozen times his mighty sword meet soft yielding flesh. Yet for every Beor kinsman that he struck down two others took their place forming an even more impenetrable wall between him and the elf princess. Another stab of pain even greater then that which he had been feeling slammed into his chest. His sword slipped from his nerveless fingers as like a giant oak buffeted by a mighty wind he stood swaying.

Uncomprehendingly he starred down at the five closely grouped feathered shafts protruding from his heaving chest. He felt himself falling sideways and though he tried to remain standing not even his mighty strength could accomplish the impossible. He never felt the ground as it rushed up to meet him. Yet through ever deadening senses he heard the princess screaming he saved me, he protected me, he cared for me. His head felt as if it were floating and then it came to rest on something soft.

With tremendous effort he managed to open his eyes. At first he saw nothing and then through a thick fog he made out the beautiful face of the elf princess. Tears fell freely from her eyes to land on and soothe his fevered ugly face. With his last ounce of strength he managed to raise his hand and brush at the tears staining her cheeks. As his hand fell away and his eyes closed for a last time his final thought before impenetrable darkness closed in was my son, our son, will avenge me.

Less then a week later to great fanfare Finduilas was reunited with her husband Gwindor. Almost nine months to the day later, she gave birth to a son which she called Anor. Though he was not as fair as his parents and in fact some called him swarthy he was greatly loved by his parents. His mother especially doted on him. As the years slipped by his renown as a fearless warrior and leader of men grew. Even the three elf kings took him into their confidence.

He fought and led an ever increasing number of elf and man into battle. Some battles were lost, but more often then not the orc armies and their allies were routed. Yet with every battle the numbers of elves and their friends lessened. Two of the three elf kings along with a great many of those that they led perished. The day finally came though when against the advice of the remaining king and his consul Anor traveled to the very borders of Angband.

Often his pleas for a final and decisive battle were eagerly received but when they weren't he used intimidation. More then once he was known to rant that if they did not join him that after he defeated the Dark Lord he would turn his armies on those to timid to fight. So it came to pass that at the age of three hundred and seventy two Anor, upon his midnight black charger and with the lone remaining elf king beside him, sat looking at the massive walls of Angband.

Behind them in numbers never before seen were arrayed the total sum that were the flower of middle earth. Unlike as was usually the case there was no division of the armies. Man stood beside elf who stood beside dwarf and amongst their ranks to numerous to count stood their women folk. Each was clothed in the dwarf armor mithril and when the sun shown upon their breast it was like looking directly into the sun itself. On that day, though Angband puked forth every creature within its bowels as well as called upon those subservient to the Dark Lord the armies of elf dwarf and man were victorious.

On that day it was Anor, who after the last elf king had fallen, stood alone before the gates of Angband. In a fearsome voice he called the Dark Lord to single combat. But Melkor was loathsome to leave his throne for he recognized Anor the son of Moglig for what he was. Only then did he realize that the prophecy he had so sweetly whispered to Moglig was upon him and the proof was the annihilation of his vast armies. In his arrogance he had not foreseen that Anor, being the son of Moglig was kin to his fathers kind. And that being kin he would be the destroyer of them.

The pitiful wails of the few that remained around him as well as the hope that in defeating Anor victory could still be achieved drew him forth. Throughout the long afternoon the two cleaved at each other. A dozen times Melkor's shape was sorely hewed, but it wasn't until Anor was brought to his knees the second time that it looked as if victory would be snatched from elf and allies. On bended knee, weary, his chest heaving from the strain of mortal combat seven times Anor blocked the Dark Lords attempt to end the struggle.

With each arm numbing block though Anor's reactions slowed. Grinning malevolently down at the usurper the Dark Lord raised his sword for yet an eighth time. But the killing blow never came for Melkor's eye was drawn to an elf female, clothed in shimmering white robes slowly riding from amongst the elf host. Straight and proud she rode through the elf host and all who looked upon her serene continuance stilled their murmurs of discord. Not once as she rode toward the combatants did her eyes ever leave those of him that her kind had feared since the beginning.

Melkor could hardly believe what he was seeing. Here only yards from him sitting silent and still upon her horse was the elf slut whom he had groomed to be the brood bitch of his minions. In his terrible rage and knowing Finduilas not just as the mother of the destroyer but as the fornicator of orc and beast he turned on her. But even as he lunged toward her and as his mighty sword swung downward Anor regained his feet. Leaping in front of his mother he blocked the killing blow.

With a look of hatred and loathing that would have stilled the heart of both mortal and elf he looked into the Dark Lords hate filled red rimmed eyes. Then with a cry of his fathers name upon his lips. A name that his mother and the Dark Lord knew well, he drove the broadsword that had served him well, the broadsword that his mother had lain beside him on the day he was born, into the Dark Lords heart.  

Thus it was, that with the destruction of the orc host, their allies and with the passing of Melkor like a huge black cloud, the prophecy that had ages ago been foretold came to pass.         

was stored on its video chip. Minutes later, but what seemed like an eternity to the boys, the screen filled with nearly four dozen photos of the beautiful camp counselor Regina Larkin. That Brad had photographed her from nearly every conceivable angle and in various situations with the nine and ten year old boys that she supervised was not only a plus but would make Johnny's job easier.

As Johnny glanced over them his eyes fastened on one in particular. A perfectly innocent one if viewed as taken but one that after Johnny got through with it would be the most damaging. Again letting his eyes move over the photos he picked out several more in receding order yet any one of which by the time he finished his magic would not only get her arrested but labeled a child molester.

Using the ten or so photographs of her in her bikini teaching the young boys to swim not only as a guide to accurately depict her measurements but miniscule movements as well he highlighted the photo he'd first chosen. With the click of a button his screen filled with her squatting in the midst of her preteen charges. Her graceful hands were on the hips of two of the boys and she was smiling up at them as they stood arranged around her in a semi circle.

As he stared at the picture he did not see what was before him. What he saw, what his mind envisioned was the finished product. Oh sweet fucking Christ this is going to be so mother fucking hot he muttered silently as with great care yet practiced grace he brushed out her halter top and shorts. With as much care as before he filled in and blended her coppery skin tone where her clothes had been. Satisfied with his efforts his attention shifted to the young boys.

He thought about removing every boy's clothes but that would be overkill and totally out of character in an outdoor setting. No, better to simply do those directly before and to either side of her. Over the next hour and a half or so three boy's pants were bunched about their ankles and their little two and three inch boners were standing out proudly as if straining for her attention. With great care and attention to shadows and detail he indented the two boy's hips where her fingers were touching so as to make it look as if she were encouraging more then trying to pull them to her.

With a smile lighting his face he leaned back looking at the end result. Would she, unlike the boys be naked he mused. Yes, all the better to excite and arouse her little charges as well as to leave no doubt in their young minds that she wanted them and that she was theirs to enjoy. Clothes, oh fucking Christ her clothes. If she'd removed them where where they?

For long immeasurable minutes he looked intently at the picture pondering where she would have discarded her clothes. Then with daft strokes he placed her crumbled halter top at the feet of the boy directly to the right of the boy whose hip her left hand was upon. Again looking at the picture he decided that the best place for her shorts was also to her left yet not directly upon but slightly touching her blouse. Thus realistically making it appear as if both had been carelessly discarded after their hurried removal.

Again looking at the results he pondered whether or not he should bother with inserting bra and panties. No, sluts didn't bother with such apparel, especial in a situation such as the photograph was depicting. After another careful inspection of the finished product he saved and moved to the next photo. Several hours later in the wee hours of the mourning, though still having four photos to alter he was just to tired to go on. Figuring it was better to be safe then sorry he shut down his powerbook.

In the few hours of sleep he did manage to get during that third night of camp a very naked Regina Larkin was prominent in his dreams. Breakfast then lunch and in-between each a pestering and eager Brad. Yet by 2:48 that afternoon the boy's were appraising his handy work. Pulling each photo up in turn and enlarging it to fill his seventeen inch screen he studied each carefully with a critical and appraising eye. Finally satisfied that even an expert would hesitate in declaring with certainty that the photos were any thing but what they were purported to be he made a folder for them then shut down his powerbook.

Hey what's going on? I thought you were going to print out copies so we could confront her Brad huffed. "And how pray tell do you think I can do that? Do you see a printer anywhere on my bed or in my locker. Or did you expect me to just pull one out of my ass shit head." Well what the fuck are we gonna do screeched a nearly frantic and disappointed Brad. For several long minutes Johnny sat in silence thinking while his new found friend and coconspirator Brad paced up and down muttering wasted, all wasted, now we'll never get in her pants.

Don't be to sure Johnny chuckled as he again opened his MacBook Pro. What I'm about to do will be a hell of a lot more convincing then a hundred doctored photographs. An hour later Brad was staring dumbstruck at a web site that with a simple push of a button would be on the worldwide web. Since Johnny knew his moms credit card number paying for the space and even setting up an account for people to pay their membership fees to had been no problem.

All that remained now was to confront the girl of their dreams, show her what they had and explain to her what would happen if she didn't spread her legs. Disconnecting the power cord Johnny put his MacBook to sleep then closed the lid. With the battery fully charged there would be no problem in showing her what they had. Hell he could let her stare at each photo as long as she wanted and with him tapped into the camps computer system uploading her future web site even somewhere other then their cabin was as simple as a click of a button if need be.

Together with picking up his computer and telling Brad to bring his video camera he strutted out the door in search of Regina. If not for her pausing and looking about before opening the door to the kitchen and slipping inside they would have missed her. As it was they almost missed her anyway for that was the last place either of them had expected her to be.
Counselors didn't usually enter the kitchen, at least not when the grouchy old negro cook was preparing a meal. Their curiosity aroused the two fifteen year olds while trying to look as inconspicuous as possible hurried toward the kitchen. Less the a minute after Regina had entered they were peering through the screen door into what should have been a busy kitchen but was curiously empty. Pots where simmering on the stove, vegetables and other paraphernalia were scattered over the counter but no one was visible.

Though neither spoke each looked at the other as if asking where the hell was she. Even more puzzling to them though was where the hell was the Fat old cook and his three helpers. For a minute maybe two each looked at the other before Brad hissed try the door. To their utter amazement instead of it being locked as they had expected would be the case it swung open easily.

As they stepped inside the unspoken thought of each that hanky panky was going on vanished yet where the hell was everyone. Looking at each other as if to confirm the others thoughts that if there had been hanky panky going on the door would have been locked they turned toward the doors leading into the dining room. But before they had taken a step a garbled moan from the opposite direction stopped them. Freezing like deer caught in a poachers flood lamp each slowly cocked his head listening intently for the sound to repeat itself.

Johnny was the first to move as the gurgling moan was repeated. Like a kid sneaking downstairs on Christmas long before his parents had awaken he tiptoed toward the large walk in pantry. Brad was a half a step behind and raising his camera as they stepped to the partially open pantry door just as for the third time the gurgling sputtering moan was repeated. This time though over riding it was a mirth filled raspy voice that each teenager knew all to well.

"That's it slut, that's it, suck that nigga's cock. Drain him of his sweet tasting black baby making jazz that you love so well bitch. A second later as if affirming the words and what the boys where hesitant yet eager to witness a guttural sputtering groin of God damn but this honky slut can suck. As one the boy's eyes flew to the five inch crack to peer disbelievingly into the pantry just in time to see the negro thrust and hold his loins tight to Rachel's flushed face.

He was so close that her nose was pressed into his belly leaving little doubt that even if he only had a five inch cock it was lodged in her throat. Even as Brad brought up his camera and snapped a shot of the depraved scene the negro pulled back till but the knob of his glistening black cock was between Regina's lips. Swallow slut, swallow it all. Don't loose a fucking drop slut the negro whose cock was getting sucked groaned.

The working of Rachel's throat, the claw like grasping of his dark thighs, all indications she was endeavoring to comply were for naught though as cum mixed with saliva oozed from between her tightly clasping lips. When three shoots later the negro pulled from her mouth and even as her fingers pushed the stringy glob that had dribbled down her chin to her lips the fat negro cook growled God damn it bitch he told you not to loose a fucking drop. What are you stupid? Can't your trashy white ass follow simply instructions from your nigga masters. I've a good mind to kick your skanky white ass out instead of letting the brother's slam dick to your white trash ass. Is that what you be wanting bitch? Does you want me to kick your skanky ass out of my kitchen without you getting breed? Well is it you fucking slut?

To the boys surprise the kneeling Rachel began to cry. In-between sobs she pleaded with him not to kick her out, for him to please let them fuck her. For a second it looked as if her whimpering pleas had little effect on the slovenly fat cook but then he grinned evilly. "Well I'll let it slid this time bitch seeing as how this is only your second breeding. But disobey me or one of my boys again and so help me I don't give a shit if you announce over the PA system how much you love black pleasuring, won't none of us give you what you be wanting while you here. Got it?

"Yes master. Thank you master, thank you for forgiving your worthless white trash cum slut." That she eagerly said the words while looking up into the ugly pock marked face of the obese negro cook stunned the boy's. They had been willing to bet anything that the negro's, just as they themselves had been about to do, were somehow forcing her to do their bidding.

All right bitch chuck them fucking clothes and lets get another look at that fine looking white body of yours. As she eagerly stood Brad quickly calculated his cameras ability if switched to movie mode. 4GB equals about 90 minutes minus the half dozen stills he'd already shot comes to a safe 1 hour of video. Pressing the movie button on his Canon PowerShot S5 1S digital camera he pointed it at the scene before them. That every word, every moan, every grunt, wheeze and slap of naked flesh against naked flesh would also be captured while in movie mode was deeply appreciated at that moment.

Over the next hour and forty three minutes, only an hour and seventeen of which was captured on film, the boys watched as one after the other then two and finally three at a time the four negro's used their dream girl as one would a two bit whore. In that hour and seventeen minutes her soul filled pleas for them to fuck her, for them to breed her, to give her a negro baby were captured in stereo. So too were the negro's taunts, their abusive demeaning demands as they repeatedly and continuously used her various orifices. Also captured was the unmistakable sound of naked flesh against naked flesh as well as the squishy sounds of cock drilling her sloppy cum filled holes.

Only when together with the slovenly fat cook pulling his spent cock from Regina's well used asshole and everyone, Regina included, begin to get dressed did the boy's move. But even as they were stepping back from the door the grotesque fat negro's contemptuous snickering command came to their ears. "Since the day after tomorrow is your day off and no one will think it strange if you leave camp I'll be taking your white ass into Charlotte tomorrow evening for a proper breeding.

Don't you be worrying none about what to wear slut cause I'll have a skimpy little flirt skirt and bikini top for you. Wouldn't do to have my little cum slut looking like other then she is when I presents her to dah better then two dozen nigga's what's already paid me to breed her now would it?. Now get your skanky...."

But his last words weren't heard as the once scheming teenagers turned and rushed from the kitchen.

sp;                                                       A. G. Thomas



For several long minutes I sat looking stupidly at the door as the frantic pounding and shouts of Police continued before slowly rising and walking to the door. As I turned the dead bolt the door burst open and I found myself looking into the concerned faces of three uniformed policemen.

"Mr. Bishop. We tried your office first but they informed us that you hadn't come in and we feared the worse. Thank God you haven't done anything foolish. May we come in please." As the officers stepped forward I blocked their way. "What's this about I nearly screamed. I haven't done anything. I'm a respected businessman and member of the community."

"It's about your wife sir! Now may we please come in and talk to you." As I stepped aside and they filed past me the one with a lot of strips on his sleeve took my arm after closing the door behind him. "Perhaps it would be better if we all sat down. Would you be so kind as to show us to your living room please. As if I were one of the walking dead without a word I turned and led them into the living room.

Not until upon standing in the entranceway and seeing the static on the TV did I remember leaving the DVD's and stack of photos out on the coffee table in plain sight. Seeing one of the policemen reach down and begin thumbing through the stack of photos I tore from the grasp of the one holding me and rushed forward. But my lunge was blocked by the third policeman who after wrapping his arms about me said it's to late Sarge. We should have known when that sick fucker just laughed at us that he'd done something like this."

I hardly heard his words though as while struggling to brake loose I was screaming let me go you've no right. "Calm down Mr. Bishop. We're not here to critic your viewing habits we're here to help you." Somehow his words broke through the anger and shame that filled my brain and slowly my frantic struggles to brake free ceased. "Help! How the hell could you possibly help me" I whispered as with tears filling my eyes I slumped to the couch.

"What in heavens name could you possibly do or say that might be of the slightest help to me" I muttered. "Are you going to tell me that the slut in those videos and photos isn't my wife. Maybe your going to tell me that they've been retouched, or that it's some other woman who just happens to look like her. Is that what your here to do. Are you here to try to convince me that the wanton filthy slut that I saw in those DVD's and photo's is anyone other then my wife."

By the time the last words were out of my mouth I was screaming like an hysterical woman. For a minute none of them said a word they simply looked at me. Sitting down beside me the Sergeant said "no Mr. Bishop that's not what were here to do. I'd give anything to tell you that the woman that you saw in those video's isn't your wife but I'd be lying. And no matter how convincing I tried to be you'd know I was lying, so no, I'm not going to try to deceive you.

But before you think about divorcing her you might want to hear why she did what she did. To make a long story short she was blackmailed. You see Lawrence Lathum the head of the EMC at St. Marks drugged her one night about five weeks ago. We believe he somehow slipped her ketamine. At least that's what our experts think after viewing the tape he made of her that night. Mr. Lathum won't admit to it. He just laughs like a hyena while saying what a black cock hungry slut she is, but as I said I experts think ketamine was the catalyst for her behavior the first time.

As for your wife well the only thing that she remembers about that evening is a distorted perception of both sight and sound. She vaguely remembers Mr. Lathum leading her from the EMC. It was as if she were looking down on herself; as if she were dreaming. She doesn't remember anything else until the next morning when, after waking up with she describes as a hangover, Mr. Lathum showed her a tape of her having sex not only with him but several other men as well.

Our experts believe that in the dream like hallucinate state that she was in he convinced her that she was at home with you. That it was you that she was making love to. As I said earlier the sick fucker didn't stop there. Over the next several hours he had several friends of his visit her in that room.

It's the belief of our experts that before each man had sex with her Mr. Lathum told her how much he, meaning you, loved her; how much he enjoyed making love to her. Not knowing or suspecting that anything was other that what she believed it to be she willingly and uninhibitedly welcomed each lover she was presented to.

He video taped as well as took photographs of every thing that transpired in that hospital room. In the morning he confronted her with what he termed her indiscretion. He told her that if she didn't become his sex slave; I don't know if he used that exact terminology, but however he worded it it boiled down to  if she didn't do as he wished that he would send copies of the video not only to you but to both hospitals administrators as well as her parents.

Leaving her with no option but to comply, and believing that by doing so she was saving her marriage as well as retaining the respect of her parents she gave in. That in a nut shell Mr. Bishop is how he got your wife to willingly participate in making those video's you looked at. What she hadn't foreseen was the depravity that Mr. Lathum was capable of.

Do you remember him bringing her home?" Slowly I nodded and when I did he said "ok that checks out then. At least Lathum wasn't just blowing smoke up our asses and bragging about something that he only now wished he had done. Now what comes next I hate to tell you but I have to. Were you aware that as you were driving away that he went back into your house and that he didn't leave until just before you returned from work?" Jumping to my feet I screamed no while looking at each policeman in turn hoping, praying that what he'd said was wrong even though in my heart of hearts I knew he wasn't.

I'm afraid so Mr. Bishop. Mr. Lathum bragged about it. He boasted about using her every way possible while telling her what a wanton slut she was. He claims he repeatedly taunted her about pleasuring his friends and any others he might decide to give her to. He also took pictures of her that he didn't send to you because, though they were very provocative, we've seen them, they didn't show her with other men.

What you have there on the table before you Mr. Bishop are the only two videos that he shot." For several long minutes he paused studying my face before again speaking. "You heard me correctly Mr. Bishop he only shot two videos that he had any intention of distributing. There are roughly a hundred copies of each, which in addition to the blackmail video, the District Attorney well see are destroyed after Mr. Lathum's trial.

As for the web site well it doesn't exist. In the raid we were able to get his computers and thus prevent his uploading it to the internet. Here again after the trial the hard drives will be destroyed. The District Attorney wishes you to know that he will do all that is in his power to protect your wife's identity and thus hopefully your marriage.

Now if you'll be so kind as to come with me Mr. Bishop I'll take you to see your wife." With that he stood and without waiting to see if I and his fellow officers were following walked from my living room. A moment later I along with the other two policemen followed.

Once in his car we, with the others following behind in another car, pulled away from my house. It was not until about fifteen minutes later that I became aware that we were not heading in the direction of the hospital but toward the industrial park.

"Where are we going? I thought you were taking me to the hospital? I thought we were taking me to see my wife?" For a second only silence greeted my panicked words and then he spoke or should I say chuckled.

"Hospital? I never said anything about a hospital Mr. Bishop" he chuckled as he turned into the industrial park. "As for seeing your pretty black cock hungry wife, well.... you'll see that nasty cum slut in about another minute, give or take a few seconds. Now sit back and enjoy what's left of the ride."

Hardly a moment later he pulled between two warehouses then around to a building that's front was an office complex. Pulling up before the offices which had LapItUp Productions stenciled on the window he climbed from behind the wheel and opened my door. When I hesitated he pulled me from the police car and shoved me toward the entrance. Move it Bishop! You wouldn't want to keep Mr. Lathum and his "star" waiting would you.

Opening the door he pushed me through. Flashing a beaming smile to the receptionist he chuckled "hi beautiful. They haven't started shooting yet have they?" Looking up from her magazine she smiled and despite all the thoughts roaring through my head my breath caught in my throat. She was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. She looked like the younger version of the 1983 Bond girl Kim Basinger except that her hair wasn't blonde, it was a lustrous deep chestnut.

There was another difference also. Her skin coloring was like that of another famous actress and bond girl Halle Berry. I couldn't help but wonder if the rest of her was as beautiful and then I didn't have to wonder anymore as she stood and walked from behind her desk.

My heart beat in perfect rhythm to the clicking of her three inch stiletto heels on the marble floor. She was dressed in a skin tight red dress that was so short as to just barely cover her charms. As she glided, yes glided, toward us I stared opened mouth at her. Her light laugh, like the ringing of a fine crystal bell, tickled my ears as with but a cursory glance at the cop beside me she stepped to within a papers thickness of me. Only her 34C breast, which looked to be about to spill out of her dress and my erection kept her from melting against me.

A shiver racked my shoulders as rising to her tiptoes and with her lips just lightly touching my ear sultrily whispered "Mr. Bishop I presume. You must be very proud of your wife. She's made you a lot of money. Not as much as she's made Lapitup Productions of course, but a lot of money never the less."

The closeness of her, the smell of her perfume scrambled my senses making her words meaningless syllables. For a moment I forgot why I was there, forgot that somewhere in the building my wife might at that very moment be fornicating with an untold number of negro's.

Dropping back onto her heels and without taking her eyes from mine she breathed "no Forrest. He was about to wake her up a couple of hours ago and get her ready for her next video but then he got a call from one of the distributers. Seems they had a special request, and no I don't have any idea what it was. All I can tell you is that after he hung up he told everyone to get the fuck out and not to come back for a couple of hours.

When they left I asked the main cameraman William what was going on. He didn't know but he said that after the call Mr. Lathum was ecstatic. Maybe even more ecstatic then he'd been at Robin's first shoot. He swore he saw dollar signs in the old man's eyes. Anyway, before Mr. Lathum started burning up the phone he told me to tell you that even though he'd promised you and your compatriots another taste of her it ain't gonna happen. At least not today."

I sensed more then felt the cop beside me tense up. Was he really a cop I wondered, or was he just someone dressed up to look like a cop in order to get me here? Well whichever the case was, he had fulfilled his assignment admirably. "Before you go storming onto the set and getting in his face darkie you best think twice. You ain't so dumb as to forget what happened to the last two brothers that pissed him off are you?"

Again her light tinkling laugh kissed my ears after which she breathed "Best if you just go on back to the precinct and catch you some bad guys. Besides now that you know where she lives, and of course if Mr. Bishop here has no objections, well then you can visit her just about any ol' time you please. If it were me though, well I'd just satisfy myself with pleasuring her on the set so as I wouldn't piss off Mr. Lathum."

The buzzing of the telephone cut off whatever else she might have been going to say. Her words must have had their desired effect for the anger which had been emitting in waves from the stocky negro beside me dissipated. Turning from me she leaned over her desk and picked up the phone. When she did her skirt rode up confirming my fantasy that she wasn't wearing panties.

Looking back over her shoulder she gave me a wink and while smiling said yes Mr. Lathum. Just a few minutes ago. All right sir I'll tell them" and with that she hung up the phone. Without waiting for her to say another word Forrest grabbed my arm. Muttering under his breath so that the receptionist wouldn't hear he hissed, "all right Bishop let's go. Lets go watch your wife make her seventh video shall we."

Pushing me through the door we walked down a long hallway. As we drew nearer to a door over which a red light glared the faint sound of dogs barking that I'd heard when entering the hallway grew louder. Standing before the door I held back. I did not want to see what was on the other side. I did not want to see what the special request for my wife's latest video was. But a hand between my shoulder blades propelled me through the door and into the surreal setting of an animal shelter.         

cently whenever asked his age people hadn't believed him. He wished he had a nickel for ever time someone had said he looked more like he was in his early 40's. He'd felt younger, stronger then. He'd often flirted with the nurses during his annual checkups even though he knew he didn't have a snowballs chance in hell of taking one of the little cuties out.

Not that he would have in the first place, after all he'd been happily married. Then came his wife's sickness and after her agonizing death everything had gone downhill and he hadn't given a shit. His accident only weeks after his wife's funeral had damn near killed him, and when weeks later he'd woke up in the hospital he'd wished it had.

His operations, the pain killers that he was even now eating like candy had taken their toll. Six years, six fucking years that seemed like a hundred. Not only in time that had gone by but in the years it had added to him, and to top it off his son was slowly bleeding him to death.

He knew he shouldn't have given money to his son's when he'd gotten his settlement but kind hearted soul that he was, oh well live and learn. His youngest had started a construction company, but he didn't really have a head for business. Now he was always borrowing money with the promise that when his business got going he'd pay him twice over what he'd borrowed. He was such a fool for believing him and an even bigger fool for continuing to give him money.

Again without trying to be to obvious his eyes once more traveled the short distance separating him from the young dark haired beauty sitting on his couch. God but she was beautiful. Silently he thanked a God that he didn't believe in for bringing at least one bright ray of sunshine into his life. He knew, and had known, lots of guys that would have said that she was to small. That she was to this, or to that and a fucking gook to boot.

To his old eyes though she was the ideal woman. Perky little tits that he instinctively knew were firm and with a slight upward turn. A slim waist and below that a tight little ass that if he were ever so lucky as to give it a squeeze he'd die a happy man. Chances of that ever happening though were slim to none. As for her being part oriental, well that just added icing to the cake as far as he was concerned. Well at least his youngest son was lucky in love if nothing else.

Unbidden his mind flitted back almost 40 years to when he was in the military cruising the south pacific. A time when he'd chased anything with a skirt and caught more then his share in ports from Japan to China and everywhere in between. Well that was then and this is now, and never the twain shall met. Her light lilting giggle pulled his mind back to the present. When he turned to look at her his eyes damn near bugged out.

He honestly thought he was going to choke to death he was hacking and sputtering so badly. Her short skirt had ridden damn near to her waist because she had tucked her legs up beneath her thus inadvertently giving him a glimpse of her little pink panties. He couldn't catch his breath despite breathing like a huffing locomotive and then she was beside him patting him on the back along with asking if he was ok. He most certainly wasn't, but he made a feeble effort to brush her away even though he was continuing to hack his lungs out.

Jennifer was still rubbing his back, her soft voice making little cooing sounds as pleasurable to his ears as a warm spring shower was to his face. But the mood was suddenly broken as his son, after stepping through the front door and possibly thinking he was being cute growled quit flirting with the old fart. Without waiting for hers or his dads reply he grabbed her arm and hustled her from the house.

The last thing he saw before the door closed behind his son and Jennifer was her cute wiggling buttocks as she struggled to get loose from Lawrence's grip. What the fuck was wrong with that boy? There wasn't any need for him to be treating her like that. She wasn't his property, she was his girlfriend for Christ sake. For a second the thought that if she were his girlfriend he wouldn't treat her like that flashed through his aged and drug dulled brain.

He felt a stirring in his loins for the first time in years, but that's all it was, a stirring. Sighing deeply he ambled off to his bedroom. Hours later, after a great deal of tossing and turning he finally dropped off to sleep. As he slept he dreamt. He dreamt of the first time that he'd seen Jennifer. As if he were awake and it was weeks earlier instead of asleep and now he recalled what she'd worn and the cute little shy smile as she'd been introduced to him.

She'd been wearing a pair of the latest style of jeans much along the lines of the hip hugger flare bottom jeans that girls had worn when he was about her age, but he damn sure didn't recall any girl looking as fine as Jennifer had. The jeans hugged her so closely it looked as if the cute young thing had been melted and poured into them. From the second he'd laid eyes on her he'd liked her, not because she looked sexy as hell. but because of an inner glow she had.

As he had looked at her and she at him time had seemed to stand still for him. How long they had stood looking into each others eyes he had no idea, but it wasn't until his son had said that he looked like he was in pain that he had taken his eyes from her.

Though he was asleep a smile curled his lips. It had been her that had helped him back into his lazyboy not his son. He dreamt of whenever she came over, which was quite often and without Lawrence, she did things for him. Little things like getting him coffee or fixing him a snack, and more then once even cleaning his house. He dreamt of the time he'd kidded her of always wearing jeans asking her why girls didn't wear skirts anymore. In his jest he'd playfully swiped at her as if to give her cute little butt a smack.

She, giggling like a little girl twisted just beyond his reach before turning around and wiggling her cute tight butt. Together they had laughed. Him gravely as it was the first time in a long while and she like a a fine crystal bell. He remembered telling her that women should wear dresses, then winking at her playfully he'd said that if she was his girl friend he wouldn't let her wear anything but. To his surprise but immense pleasure the next time he saw her that's exactly what she was wearing and she'd never gone back to jeans.

Coming awake at the sound of his son entering the house he was surprised to see and feel that his dick was hard. Not the bone hard six plus inches that he'd made love to his wife with before she'd passed away seven years ago but hard never the less. A feat that he'd thought impossible and he silently thanked Jennifer for giving him his first woody in many a long year, but then it softened.

Faintly a women's voice came to him and a second later his son harsh whisper for her to be quite or she'd wake the cripple. For a moment there was silence and he began to think that he had imagined it but then he heard giggling. What the fuck he thought, that doesn't sound like Jennifer and then looking at the clock he saw it was 3:30 in the morning. Climbing from bed and with the help of his cane he hobbled down the hall toward the living room. There on the couch was his son atop some half naked broad humping into her as if he were an animal breeding.

As he stood there watching them the girl suddenly turned her face in his direction. Like a teenager who had been caught by the cops she began pushing at and trying to crawl from beneath his son while screeching like a banshee that there was a dirty old man watching them. Turning about he headed back to his bedroom smiling to himself. He'd sure ruined his sons evening he muttered as behind him the slamming of the door made it clear that they had left.

In the morning when his son showed up to mooch breakfast as he usually did he told him his home wasn't a motel. Naturally Lawrence huffed and puffed. Something about not getting any from his fiancé so he had to get it where he could. He felt like slapping the shit out of the boy but instead he simply told him he never wanted to see or hear about him cheating on Jennifer.

Not an hour after his son had left for work Jennifer appeared and after picking up a few things, fluffing his pillow and seeing that he was comfortable she made coffee. As she busied herself he could see something was on her mind and he thought he knew what it was but he wasn't sure he should say anything. Handing him his coffee she stood before him shifting from one foot to the other making it apparent that she wanted to talk.

Putting his cup down he'd playfully patted his lap telling her to sit, and to his surprise she did. Snuggling into his lab she rested her head on his shoulder. For what seemed like an eternity to him but was probably only 15 seconds or so her breath tickled his neck before her soft sultry voice whispered that it was him that she loved not his son.

Dumfounded and feeling like a fish out of water he sat there unmoving. His thoughts flew about as if a hand grenade had gone off inside his head and then the oldest line imaginable spilled from his lips as he stuttered that he was old enough to be her father. That her face was still pressed into his neck, her lips and soft breath tickling his ear made thinking even harder and her whispered "I don't care I love you" did little to help.

He felt her small hand take his, felt her delicate fingers lifting, guiding him to her lap. Looking down he was surprised to see that his hand was on her upper thigh, almost beneath the hem of her short skirt, which to his shocked eyes appeared to have risen unbelievable high.

In a panic he started to remove his hand from her but she tightened her grip and to his surprise moved his hand another inch and then two higher and further between her legs, which even as he stared dumbfounded slowly parted. His hand was now beneath her skirt, his fingers a mere inch maybe less from her pussy. He felt that if he wiggled them they would touch her and then they did. His finger tips felt as if they had burst into flame as they made contact with her thin mesh silk panties.

Jerking his hand from between her legs he stammered that it was wrong, that she was to young, a child unaware of what she was saying or doing and he tried to push her from his lap. Jennifer threw her arms about him clinging to him, pressing her face to his neck telling him she knew all to well what she was doing and saying. His head reeled as if he'd been hit by a two by four as she whispered that she had loved him from the moment they'd met, and that nothing he could do or say would change her mind.

A choked sob came from her as she repeated she loved him and then she told him that even if she had to marry his son to be near him she would. Tears slid down her cheek as she said that even if he didn't love her now maybe he would someday. Placing his hand beneath her chin he turned her face to his then brushing her tears away he told her it would never work, that he was to old, to set in his ways and that even though he did love her, a young pretty girl like her needed a man that could satisfy her, something he would never be able to do.

His voice so soft it was as if he where thinking aloud he told her what he'd never told anyone, not his doctors, not anyone. For long minutes she looked into his eyes reading the hurt, the longing, the love in them and her young heart instead of feeling pity or contempt swelled even more with love for him. Slipping from his lap she knelt between his legs before slowly undoing his belt and pulling his pants from his hips.

Jonathan for his part had also read the love in her eyes as she had gazed into his. So when she had slipped from his lap and began to remove his pants he did nothing to stop her. Now he thought, now was as good a time as any for her to realize that nothing she could do would make a difference. Better that she found out now that he was not a whole man and would never be able to satisfy her.

A woman like her needed a man. Not just to hold her but to pleasure her, and since he could not there could never be anything between them. As he watched her pulling on his pants he envied the young man who would finally marry her, the one who would lay with her, the one who would make sweet tender love to her. A growl of anguish, more felt then heard rumbled in his throat as he cursed the life that fate had handed him while at the same time foolishly wishing that he were 30 years younger and whole again.

Like in an erotic dream he felt her soft warm breath on his loins, felt her fingers flutter lightly over his soft dick and testicles. Closing his eyes he dreamt of the man he once was. Dim memories of his wife doing as Jennifer was now doing wormed from the deepest recesses of his mind. With the memory were also faint traces of other women mouthing him before his marriage.

None of them though had been able to hold a candle to his wife. Not because of her expertise, for in truth others had been much better. But their efforts paled when it came to those of his wife for she had done so with love.

He knew that his lack of response was not solely because of the pain killers and other drugs that he was taking to get by. A great deal of his lack of interest in sex was because he missed his wife. With her death a part of him had also died and even though he had flirted with women from time to time it had meant nothing.

He did so because even though women would never openly admit such, they expected and thrived on such behavior from men. He played the part expected of him, but in truth he had simply lost interest in sex and women in general. With the piercing eye of an eagle his mind flitted back over the last six years searching for one women that he had felt the slightest attraction toward. There had been none. None that is until Jennifer. But that wasn't the same was it?

Suddenly all thought fled and his eyes flew open as he felt her lips on him. For a moment, a second in time as the young beauty had licked and kissed his useless 2 inch stub it had twitched. Unbelievingly he had felt a faint stirring that he had all but forgotten before it again softened. How was that possible? Such a thing shouldn't have been for the young beauty between his legs was not his lover, she was his future daughter in law.

But his denial of possibilities vanished as her lips, tongue and fingers continued their pleasurable teasing of his decrepit organ. Once more, but stronger, he felt a stirring before his penis shrunk to the pathetic thing it was and with tears in his eyes he groaned in frustration and pain. But Jennifer was not through. With soft cooing words of love and affection she climbed onto his lap. As her tongue ever so lightly licked away his salty tears and her soft lips tenderly kissed his tear stained cheeks and eyes a strange and weird feeling washed over him.

But the feeling went undiagnosed then was forgotten as with a last light brush of her lips, this time against his, she climbed from his lap and stood before him. Slowly, even more provocatively then his wife had ever done, the young beauty removed her clothes. He had never thought that a halter top could be removed sensuously but when Jennifer removed hers it was all that and more. Again the faint feeling of arousal tingled his loins and as much as he hated to take his eyes from the oriental beauty before him his eyes fleetingly dropped to his crotch.

When he again looked at her she was warmly, lovingly smiling at him while at the same time swaying sultrily, seductively to music that only she could hear. His heart beat like a trip hammer and he honestly felt he might have a heart attack as she unfastened her short pleated skirt then ever so slowly pushed it from her hips to let it pool about her feet. His breathing quickened to that of someone hyperventilating as after stepping from her skirt she reached behind her loosening then removing her bra.

As her bra fell away and his eyes locked on her small perfect breast the roaring in his ears grew in intensity. He had to close his eyes, had to blot out the breath taking beauty who was disrobing before him. If he didn't his heart would surely burst from his chest. For a moment regret that he was about to die touched him.

The regret though was not because he was going to die, but because his death would indubitable have a traumatic effect on Jennifer. He would never wish such pain, such feeling of responsibility on anyone, but most especially not on Jennifer. A sensation like that of having been cold cocked between the eyes by a baseball bat filled his being.

He was in love! No. He couldn't be, it was impossible. She was his sons girlfriend, possibly his future wife. She was what.... nineteen, maybe twenty and he was three times that. Yet even as he sought to deny such a possibility he could find no other explanation for how he had felt from the minute he had looked into her eyes. Giddy with the realization he watched spellbound as she ever so slowly pushed her frilly lace bikini panties from her hips and down her legs. So gracefully that his brain almost didn't register it she once more dropped to her knees and crawled between his legs.

Bending slightly yet without taking her eyes from his she smiled seductively while removing his pants from about his ankles. Raising fully to her knees she unbuttoned and removed his shirt. For long minutes her lips and fingers moved lightly, teasingly over his hairy chest and the paunch of his stomach. This was not happening, it was a dream. A very vivid and erotic dream to be sure but never the less still a dream.

What would happen next he mumbled as she gracefully rose to her feet and took his hand. Dream or not it was the best one that he'd had in uncounted years he inwardly smiled as he unresistingly let her pull him to his feet. Then as it could happen only in a dream together they walked naked and hand in hand to his bed room. Not a word had passed between them before and not a word passed between them now as after climbing onto his bed she made room for him beside her.

Reaching up she pulled him down beside her and then they were in each others arms kissing deeply. The touch of her lips, the feel of her skin against his, the graceful curves of her young lithe body as his hands ran over every rise and hollow of her made his head light. The firmness of her tea cup size breast as he gently fondled them along with her rock hard nipples pressing into his palm with each rapid breath she took made him ache with longing. His stomach rolled, his loins quivered and then the soft touch of her fingers encircling his twitching organ combined with the moan of excitement, anticipation, arousal breathed into his mouth stirred him even more.

His mouth left hers to move downward over her throat where for long uncounted moments he tenderly nibbled and kissed before again moving downward. Slowly teasingly he trailed kisses downwards to her small firm breast. Just as teasingly he repeatedly and time and again flicked his tongue over each nipple in turn before encircling each hard nub with his sucking mouth. Her sigh of pleasure as she pushed her fingers into his still thick long hair pulling him tighter to her heaving breast was like music to his old ears.

Dream or not he vowed that he would pleasure her as no man had ever pleasured a women. And since this was his dream he would pleasure her fully as only a man could pleasure a woman. For long minutes he continued to suck and playfully nibble each pebble hard nipple in turn before once again moving downward. Down to her quivering stomach where he sloppily, playfully and for long minutes tongued her bellybutton before moving at long last between her legs.

Her nervous giggle, the jerking of her hips when at long last his lips, his tongue touched her sweet smelling pussy awoke a memory that he had long repressed. But instead of feeling guilt that he had elicited the same response from this young oriental beauty that he had from his wife he felt pride. His warm breath against her, in her brought even more moans from her and her legs opened allowing him easier access. Without hesitation and in answer his tongue fluttered over and between her pussy lips with greater gusto.

Jennifer, her mind bursting with pleasure and wanting him to feel as she did twisted beneath him until she was in a position to do to him what he was doing to her. With a love such as her young heart had never before felt she reached for his growing erection as his tongue again began licking and probing her most private treasure. His mind was focused solely on pleasuring her, of satisfying her with his mouth and tongue and it took several long seconds for him to realize that her fingers were again about his dick.

Faint soft cooing sounds touched his ears only to be cut off as her lips pursed against and then encircled the head of his dick. His teeth found then tenderly nibbled her clit causing her body to spasm and jerk. His lips closed about then sucked the quivering nub as his tongue stabbed against it rapidly. Jennifer her legs bent, her thighs tightly pressed against his head moaned around his ever growing erection as her tight little ass quivered and bounced faster and higher from his bed.

Never in all her young life had she allowed a man do to her what Jonathan was doing. She had always thought such an act disgusting when one of her girl friends had whispered about some boy doing such a thing. But what this man that she so deeply loved was doing to her was not disgusting or repulsive, it was marvelous. Her young heart felt as if it would burst from her chest with the joy and wonderment of it.

In a dream like state of bliss as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her fingers tightened claw like on the quivering ass cheeks of her lover. Desperately she sought to pull his large body tighter to her face in an effort to take his still growing cock as deep into her mouth as possible. Her mind, her body was awash with pleasure and pride at having aroused Jonathan. Yet her obsession to have his cock fully and deeply in her mouth was another first for her.

Sure she had sucked cock's before, several of them in fact. She had done so because boys seemed to like that sort of thing. More importantly though she sucked boys cock's because she had learned early on that by doing so she didn't have to put out. No matter how many boys penises she sucked though she had never taken more then the first couple of inches into her mouth. Doing so had always made her gag so she had become adapt at using her hand in conjunction with her mouth to finish them off. Boys being boys and because they thought with their penises instead of their brains had not seemed to notice.

Neither it seemed had they been aware that not once had she swallowed a boys cum. Not even the boys who had taken her on several dates. Still though she had gotten a reputation of being a cock sucker. To her way of thinking though that was better then having the reputation of, or being called a slut like some of the girls she had known.

But now with Jonathan, the man that she had loved from the first time that she had laid eyes on him, it was different. She wanted, no, she desperately needed to take his cock into her mouth. She desperately needed to suck every inch of him and to even have him deposit his seed into her mouth. She so wanted to pleasure him like she had never before pleasured any boy, not even his son. Her throat muscles tightened about his cock massaging him in silk like warmth and tightness.

She prayed that the purring sounds issuing from her chest causing her lips and throat to vibrate were giving him pleasurable sensations such as he had never before felt. All she knew for certain was that she had never before known such a desire to pleasure a man as she did this one as her bobbing head matched the twitching and jerking of her young body brought on by Jonathan's tongue lashing.

Through the brilliant exploding fireworks filling her skull faint memories of her disappointment when he had told her that he was impudent; that he would never be able to pleasure her as a man should pleasure a woman surfaced. Her disappointment upon seeing his little shriveled dick. Her thinking that it looked much like many of the boys that she had sucked instead of the large throbbing cock she had imagined a man of his age would have.

But as quick as her disappointment had been to surface her love for him had surfaced even faster, and with an intensity so strong as to be as awe inspiring as the word of God was to a Christian it had blotted out her prior feelings. Unselfishly she had vowed to love and care for him even though they would never be able to have sex. But still she had not given up and now atop his bed her efforts had born fruit.

She had never known such mind numbing pleasure as his mouth had just given her. Her dear sweet love had been wrong when he had said that he could never give her pleasure. He had just given her more pleasure then she had ever thought possible. She would gladly die a virgin assure in the knowledge that nothing could ever be as all encompassing as she was still basking in.

Beneath her Jonathan suddenly and unexpectedly twisted and for a second panic tightly gripped her in its clutches. Her strangled cry of no though died as together with him rolling onto his back he pulled her atop him. With a strength that he hadn't felt in years his hands closed around her small waist lifting then placing her lithe curvaceous body astride his midsection. Looking up into her joy filled flushed face his hands moved feather like up her torso reaching for then cupping her pert little breast.

Tenderly, playfully his fingers twiddled and rolled her stiff nipples between them. Her hands went to his large stomach as support as she wiggled about seeking the greatest amount of contact between their bodies. For a life time each was content to bask in the others closeness. Slowly, as if he were afraid of breaking some magical spell, Jonathan slipped a hand beneath her gripping his cock. It was beyond belief that for the first time in years he was at his fully aroused length of almost seven inches.

Releasing his cock he again gripped her small waist lifting her slightly. With an inbred knowledge her hand replaced his. Her soft mummer for him to be gentle, that she was a virgin as her hand held him in place and she began to slowly lower herself atop him shocked him. Taken aback he ceased all movement as the revelation of what she'd said dawned on him.

A feeling of pride that she had chosen him as the instrument for her deflowering swamped his senses. A man could go a whole life time and never intimately know a virgin and yet he had known two. His wife and now Jennifer. So slowly that his movements were almost imperceptible he lowered her onto his blood engorged hard dick.

The feeling of her pussy lips pressing then slowly parting was almost more then he could stand and he had to strain to hold himself in check so as not to spoil the moment. For long moments neither of them moved each looking into the others eyes with love and longing and then Jennifer solved his problem for him. Biting her lip to keep from screaming she pushed herself forcefully down on him taking his whole hard seven inches into her in one fell swoop. He almost shot his rocks then and only his thinking of his doctors, of his seven year dead wife saved him.

As she began to slowly move up and down she leaned forward slightly her hands going to his chest her mouth moving asking, telling him to squeeze her breast, to pinch her nipples and as he did so her movements became faster more erratic. Her moans increasing in pitch and volume drowning his own ragged breath and grunts as together they pushed and ground against each other. As he pushed upward to met her every downward movement his hands tightened on her breast while she in response to such treatment arched backwards swinging her head about causing her long black hair to twirl about her almost like a cloak.

Repeated sultry gasp of I love you Jonathan I love you issued from her trembling lips as her small petite body shook and twitched to the continuous spikes of pleasure piercing the base of her skull. She was like a crack addict, but instead of being hooked on a narcotic she was hooked on the glorious feelings coursing through her. And yet she somehow knew that she would never have felt such feelings with any other man, not even his son.

Heat like that of a roaring bonfire surged upward from between her legs through her abdomen to meet that scorching her breast before filling her skull cavity and melting her brain. If this was to be the first and only time that her dear sweet Jonathan were to make love to her she fervently prayed that she would be blessed with child.

A tear, both of joy and sadness, trickled from her eye at the thought of a love child coming from their coupling. If such was not to be though she still had the memory of their coupling, and that memory would never die or diminish no matter how many years passed.

For a moment their combined pumping, gyrating motions slowed as she leaned forward and down. Love me Jonathan! Love me as much as I'll always love you she sobbed softly before pressing her lips to his kissing him passionately. Jonathan, already having admitted against all reason that he loved this girl years younger then his youngest son breathed into her gasping mouth always my precious, always and forever. A micro second later with a last uplifting of his loins in conformation and testament to his vow of love seven years of his life's essence boiled from his once shriveled testicles flooding her fertile womb.

As Jonathan's hot seed flooded into her with the strength and intensity of a raging river that had burst its dikes Jennifer jerked bolt upright while at the same time grinding down against her beloveds loins. A squeal of rapture so loud that not a single room in his house wasn't filled with it tore from her throat as her own mind shattering orgasm bathed his still pumping organ with her juices. With an intensity that threatened to cut off the blood flow to his organ her muscles gripped and milked him of every last drop of his sperm.

Suns, Galaxies, whole Universe's flared to a brilliance so stunning as to be blinding before winking out of existence as her brain flew apart sending bits of her life's matter into the vast star filled depths of space. A roar like that of a speeding locomotive filled her ears and the very air about her grew oppressive making it nearly impossible for her to breath. Yet she managed to repeatedly gasp I love you Jonathan I love you, now, forever and always, before once more collapsing atop him.

Tenderly he ran his fingers through her sweat dampened long black hair as he struggled to get his breathing under control. When at long last her tightly gripping muscles released him he slid out from under her. But even as he did so and despite her being asleep her left arm refused to release him. Instead and with incomprehensible soft mumblings she snuggled closer and partially back atop him while at the same time curling her left leg over his right one.

As they lay in each others arms, her with one arm and a leg thrown over him with a contented smile on her lips Jonathan looked down at her hardly believing what had just happened. That this beautiful young oriental had accomplished what more then a dozen $100.00 call girls had been unable to do amazed him. Slowly untangling himself he began to rise. Stopping himself when together with her reaching searchingly for him she softly moaned his name before again smiling and curling into a fetal position.

Standing over her, taking in her beauty he felt a stirring rumbling quiver in his loins and glancing down at himself he could hardly believe that he was again becoming hard, God it felt good to be whole, to be a man again. In the bathroom he looked at himself. The bulge of his stomach, the general flabbiness of his 58 year old body and he shook his head in disbelief, this was all a dream. Nothing so wonderful as what he'd thought had just happened really had.

There was no way a beautiful 19 year old girl would ever have anything to do with his sorry old ass, no fucking way, it had to be a dream. But God damn what a dream it had been he mumbled as he stared at himself in the mirror. Relieving himself he sighed deeply knowing that at any second he was going to wake up. He only hoped that the next time he slept he would have the same dream, and then he jumped pissing all over the wall and floor as he heard a sultry voice softly call his name.

Damn but this is a realistic dream he nervously giggled as together with bending down and cleaning up the mess he'd just made he replied that he was in the bathroom and that he'd be out in a moment. Please don't let this be a dream, please let Jennifer be naked and waiting in my bed for me he mumbled as he turned and opened the door.

But upon entering his bedroom he was greeted by a deathly quiet and empty room with its rumpled though empty bed. I knew it, I just knew it. It was all just a dream, a very vivid erotic dream to be sure but a dream never the less and now I'm awake.

Without warning two pale caramel colored arms encircled him and if he hadn't just gone to the bathroom he would have pissed himself as a small hand dropped between his legs and fingers closed about his prick. Soft cooing sounds of pleasure tickled his ears as her fingers lightly squeezed and pulled his growing erection. Please make love to me again dear heart she mumbled between kisses to his back.

Turning slowly as if mired in molasses and still not believing that what was happening was real, he looked into Jennifer's smiling face nodding affirmatively. With a squeal of pleasure and enthusiasm that only the young can freely express she jumped into his arms throwing him off balance and backwards unto his bed.

As he struggled to pull himself further onto the bed Jennifer crawled between his legs lowering her face to his groin kissing and licking his penis and testicles. Mischievously she looked up over his body and into his eyes before opening her mouth and taking him inside. Oh sweet Jesus this is real, this is really happening he thought as he watched her head slowly begin to move up and down.

For a second he feared that he was going to shoot off in her mouth but she must have sensed such for she suddenly pulled her lips from him. With a last playful kiss to the head of his fully aroused organ she threw herself atop him telling him to make love to her again.

Rolling her over onto her back he made love to her in the missionary position. Long and slow and tenderly he made love to her while she, in between confessions of love and fidelity rained kisses on his face, neck and shoulders the whole time. Later, much later she fell asleep cradled in his arms like a little girl while he held her protectively like a proud father.

For a lifetime he lay looking at her peacefully sleeping face fearing that he would see his long dead wife's face in place of Jennifer's. If this were a dream such should have happened what with the guilt of betrayal that he was feeling for loving the young beautiful thing in his arms. Without willing it his mind drifted back over the years. Lisa had been about Jennifer's age when they had met and married.

He had tried to be a good husband and provider as well as a good and caring father. Staring into space he mumbled more to himself then aloud was I a good husband Lisa? Did I give you as much joy and happiness in our thirty years together as you gave me?

"You did that and so much more John!"

As if he had been shot out of a cannon he jumped from his bed looking for the source of the familiar voice that he'd heard but yet could not possibly have. There on Jennifer's side of the bed like ever increasing dust motes dancing in a sunbeam something appeared to be taking shape. Suddenly with a brilliance that made him shade his eyes a hazy image of his long dead wife appeared. He watched in disbelief as her smoke like image bent over the peacefully sleeping girl in his bed, in their bed.

Though it wasn't possible his wife's transparent fingers gently brushed Jennifer's dark hair from her face, and as if in response the young beautiful girl muttered I will Lisa, I promise I will. No this wasn't possible! Jennifer couldn't possible know that Lisa was bending over her let alone answer an unspoken question. His eyes misted distorting the image only an arms length away even more then it already was.

Even as he stared afraid to believe that what he was seeing was real the thin smoke like image wafted apart, began dissipating like fog before the suns warmth. The last thing he saw was her smiling visage. To his dying day he was never certain whether what he saw had been real or a dream. But he never forgot the last words that he heard before the image faded completely away. "She loves you as deeply and passionately as I did dear heart! Love and cherish her! Make her as happy as you made me."

How long he slept he had no idea, but when he awoke it was to the smell of bacon and eggs. Walking naked through the house he smiled at the memory of yesterday and last night. As he stepped into the kitchen he paused. For long minutes he simply stood there drinking in the wonderful sight before him before with a shit eating grin he stepped up behind her.

As his arms snaked about her lithe naked body and he pressed himself against her tight behind his cock jumped from parade rest to attention. Burying his face into her long black hair he murmured marry me Jennifer. If when she answered he had thought he could never be happier or more alive he was wrong. What he felt in that instant was as nothing compared to the love and adulation which he felt a year later when she gave him a child.

bsp;                       A.    G. Thomas



Oh God daddy, oh God, oh God, oh God I whimpered as my fingers twisted into his hair pulling his face tighter to the boiling, bubbling cauldron between my legs.

The thought that someone might hear my joy was the furthest thing from my mind as I screamed out my release. Yes, yesss, yesss, oh God daddy yesssssssss! My pleading moans of arousal rose to a crescendo then plunged into gurgling incoherent blubbering as with vice like intensity his fingers dug into my gyrating buttocks pulling me toward him.

Like overloaded circuit breakers at a power station the nerve centers of my brain tripped one after the other in quick secession. Rational thought was beyond me. My body of its own accord, twisted, bucked and ground into his face as his tongue delved deeply into the all consuming heat between my legs one last time.

Another gurgling wail of unadulterated lust and passion bubbled from my lips as every muscle in my petite quivering body tightened. My back arched from the rumpled sheets leaving but my head and feet in contact with the bed as in masochistic bliss in response to his teeth tormenting my clit like a dog with a bone.

Like an epileptic in the throes of a fit my slight petite frame shuddered convulsively as his hands and my own body lifted and held me against his pleasure giving grinning face.

My joy, my pleasure was only beginning though. No sooner had the brilliant flares of light died and I had sunk back onto the bed then his forearms slipped beneath my knees. Lust and depravity flashed from his eyes as he lifted my legs and pushed them up then back over me.

As my knees pressed into my small but firm breast fear should have griped the very foundation of my being. But my arousal was such that even had my brain been capable of rational thought fear was the last thing that would have wove through it.

Like a puppy knowing it was going to be rewarded my upturned exposed loins wiggled and danced with passionate fervor. As his rigidity poked at the entrance to my soul incoherent babblings of want and need spilled from my lips.

Again and again his masculinity prodded at my slit only to slide aside. A savage growl burst from his lips drowning out my own whimper of frustration. Releasing my left leg he grasped his cock centering its bulbous head to my cunt.

Just before the heavy mushroom head slipped into me he chuckled going to fuck you Sam. Going to fuck your skanky cock-loving ass so hard your eyeballs are going to pop out of that pretty face of yours.

Slowly, teasingly the bulbous crown then two, four and finally all seven inches of his wonderful cock wormed into me. With each glorious inch every nerve ending in my body flared as if hit with electricity. Such was the feeling that shot through me that had my heart not already been beating it would have been shocked back into service.

His weight pressing down on me. His demeaning, gutturally hissed words calling me a tramp, a cock hungry slut filled my ears, my brain. Yet surprisingly I felt no shame, instead I felt only exaltation.  

Like a wolf feeding upon a rabbit his teeth gnashed, bit, tore at my shoulder and neck. Without thought my head tipped back exposing my throat to his hungry gnawing.  A soft whimpering moan of arousal slipped from my trembling lips as his mouth closed over my juggler.

Though he hung motionless above me the pulsing of his cock inside me throbbed in time to that of my life’s blood as he hungrily sucked. A picture of a female victim of Brahm Stokers Dracula flashed before me as my hands weakly rose then dropped to the back of his head.  

Just as I had oft imagined the sultry victim of the master vampire doing my mind screamed feed love, feed. But just as my hands somehow found the strength to press his hungry feeding mouth tighter to my throat his lips trailed downward across my chest.

My disappointment was short lived though for a heartbeat later his lips closed over my left nipple. The scraping of his tongue, the nipping of his teeth, tore a gurgling moan of ecstasy from my rapidly rising and falling chest.

Like an indecisive child that had been presented with two different flavors of ice cream his mouth moved from one nipple to the other then back again. Through it all the mush jokingly called my brain screamed out my body’s wants.

The sensation of his lips, tongue and nipping teeth first on my throat and then on my nipples ripped through me like a meteor storm. Such had been the sensation flooding through me that I had not realized that he had begun to drive into me.  

Upon the realization though my mind babbled fuck me daddy, fuck your whore of a daughter. As if he had looked into the gooey mush of my brain and read my thoughts he began to animalistic, savagely drive into me.

With his powerful fingers locked about my calfs spreading my legs wide to either side of me I was unable to move my loins to met his powerful thrust as readily as I wanted to. Yet wanting him to know that I gloried in his taking of me I somehow managed to wrap my arms about his thick waist and grasp his driving buttocks.

My body felt as if it were aflame as with animal like growls he drove powerfully into me. In answer to his whizzing labored grunts whimpering pledges of love, of supplication reverberated off the walls of my skull.

What I had thought were silent pleading sobs on my part were anything but. For even as the words rippled through the mush of my brain his large callused hand covered my mouth and nostrils turning my screams of ecstasy to muffled incoherence.

As the supply of oxygen, which had been feeding my heaving lungs all but vanished my tightly closed eyes opened wide. Surprisingly neither fear nor panic gripped me as I looked up into his cold cruel eyes, though in reality they should have. Was this how I was going to die instead of how he had so often taunted me. If so, why?

As my eyes began to slowly close and darkness pressed ever closer about me I couldn’t help but think what a waste. Where would he ever again find a woman so willing to give of herself as I had? If his son Jacob again married would daddy's next daughter in law be so obedient, so supplicant to his every wish as I had been? I somehow doubted it.

As the final molecule of oxygen emptied from my lungs and nothingness closed in a secretive smile flickered across what little consciousness remained. In the fleeting microsecond that remained of my life the memory of when he had first crawled atop me flashed before me. Every detail, every nuance as sharp as if it had happened hours ago instead of years.

It had been the day after my marriage. Jacob had just left with his mother for her doctor appointment leaving me alone in new unfamiliar settings. Aware that no one would be home for hours I hadn’t bothered to change out of my sheer white ruffle lace baby doll. A deliciously sinful affair that Jacob had presented to me after the wedding.

I was sitting at the breakfast nook sipping coffee and fuming about Jacob’s failure to consummate our marriage when suddenly someone’s arms had encircled me. Before I could think to react lips were nuzzling my ear and over familiar hands were fondling my breast.

My first thought as I instinctively settled back against my unseen accoster's chest was that my husband had dropped his mother at the doctor's office then returned to fulfill his husbandly duties. Something which he'd been unable to do last night because he'd had to much to drink.

A soft purr rumbled in my throat as together with angling my head back over my shoulder my eyes closed and my lips pursed in anticipation of his kiss. But the lips that met mine were anything but gentle. In a panic my eyes flew open, but my accouter was to close.

With his lips still pressing against mine he turned me about. As he did so his lips pressed even harder against mine silencing any protest I might have made. My hands lifted to his chest to push him away but I had no strength and they simply rested there.

As my accoster’s tongue pressed against my lips seeking entrance his hands roamed over my slight shivering body like a blind mans. Despite my fright as well as honestly not knowing who was kissing and fondling me my eyes drifted shut.

A soft moan escaped me only to be swallowed by the man’s mouth. The instant my lips had parted slightly allowing the moan to escape his tongue had slithered into my mouth like a snake seeking a new home. As his tongue and hands continued to explore my mouth and body I felt like putty in an artist hands ready and willing to be shaped and molded how so ever he desired.

Another louder moan escaped me as his hand slipped between my legs and without my willing them to do so they parted. I felt more then heard his chuckle as his fingers rubbed over the growing dampness between my legs.

Suddenly his lips left mine and a guttural chuckle filled my ears. Though I was no longer being kissed my eyes remained tightly shut as I reviled in the unfamiliar sensations rippling through me like waves.

I remember thinking that this man was a rapist. That I should be fighting him. That I should be scratching him, clawing him, screaming out my indignation. But then the thought that if I did so he could and probably would hurt me flashed through my mind.

No! Better that I acquiesce. Better that I accept the inevitable. Being soled and alive was so much more preferable then being dead. Still though my body had no business reacting to this degenerates touch as it was.

Despite having accepted my fate no small measure of disappointment flowed through me. My virginity was going to be taken by an uncaring stranger instead of by my husband.

Yet quick on the heels of disappointment was also one of elation. I was finally going to feel what it truly meant to be a woman. Never mind that it wasn't my husband. Never mind that someone other then him would enjoy that which I had been saving solely for him.  

With those lurid thoughts shame flickered dimly in the shadows of my mind. Would Jacob still love me after this? Would he even want me after this man had soiled me? But even as doubts about the future of my marriage flashed across my consciousness my body shivered with want.

As if in an erotic dream I felt the tie of my sheer lace baby doll loosen then the flimsy material itself as if in slow motion slid from my shoulders. A soft approving whistle filled the silence as my small but firm breast were exposed to his sight and touch. Almost before my mind had grasped that fact his hands closed over my breast.

God but you’re a hot little minx aren’t you he chuckled as his fingers, at first teasingly and then ever harder, pinched and tugged at my nipples. My only response was another purring moan and the uncontrollable shivering of my petite frame as if from a chill.

Through it all despite my wanting desperately to see this stranger that was to take my virginity my eyes remained tightly closed. Not even when his hands tugged at my G-string and my buttocks rose from the seat thus allowing for its easy removal did they open! A simple light touch to my inner thighs on his part and my legs as if with a mind of their own opened wider.

My chest rose and fell and ragged gasp issued from my lips as while one rough calloused hand continued to fondle my breast the fingers of the other glided over the puffy aroused lips of my vagina. For long immeasurable minutes his fingers teased me, toyed with me.

Heat surged upwards from between my legs to meet that which flared from my  breast. A tiny faint voice, hysterical with fear, screamed that what was happening was wrong but I paid it no heed as my body shivered in response to his touch. A second later a groan of disappointment burst from my lips as the fingers that had been fluttering over my wet lips moved away.

My disappointment though was short lived as together with a mirth filled chuckle his fingers again set about teasing me, torturing me. Like a feather they glided along my upper thigh moving toward my knee before gliding upwards again to tease the bubbling cauldron between my legs. Again and again for what seemed like an eternity the fingers traced their teasing torturing path while I in response and with body trembling moaned ever louder.

A slight touch to my thigh and again as if with a mind of their own my legs opened yet wider. A movement more sensed then felt and then together with fingers grasping each of my upper thighs something round and hairy moved between my legs and against the moistness between them.

Instinctively, though never before having experienced such, I knew that the hairy bowling ball sized object between my legs was my accoster's head. Oh God I silently groaned thats nasty. But despite that thought as his tongue slide over me my stomach muscles tightened and my loins pushed against his face.

My hither to fore fluttering hands came to rest atop his head. My buttocks, without conscious command from me, squirmed and bounced from my stool. Squeaks like that a mouse would make, and which I somehow knew were mine, filled the otherwise silent kitchen as I humped and ground against the flickering tongue exploring my love cannel.  

I was both afraid yet wanting desperately to see this man who was awakening my body but try as I might I couldn’t make my eyes open. Yet a minute later after several more stabbing, probing, swipes followed by the mans teeth closing over my clit they did. For a moment I saw only whiteness then slowly it dawned on me that I was staring at the ceiling.

Look down Sam! Look down and see who's between your legs my addled brain had screamed but my head wouldn't obey the command. Then slowly, ever so slowly together with continuous squeals of pleasure spilling from my lips my chin dropped to my chest. As my eyes tried to focus on the top of his head he pushed back from me and tilted his face up to look into mine.

A chocked startled gasp had erupted from my constricted throat bloating out the words I had only just begun to grasp the meaning of. There between my widely spread legs grinning up at me mirthfully was my father in law Harold Rice. Even as the realization gripped me it did not stay my fingers from tightening in his hair and endeavor to pull him back to me.

Please what Sam he repeated, as I had looked down at him dumbfounded not fully comprehending his words. Please what Sam? Please fuck me daddy! Is that what your trying to say you nasty little slut? What’s the matter? Didn’t my boy give your sweet smelling pussy a proper workout last night?

Or are you such a slut for cock that you’ll let any swinging dick have a go at your snatch? Tell me you fucking cunt! Tell me or I’ll leave you to get your own self off with a candlestick. Tell me God damn it!

The look in his eyes as well as his seething hurtful words frightened me. I wanted to tell him that I was a virgin. I wanted to tell him that his son had been to drunk to consummate our marriage but speech was beyond my capability.

Angrily he pulled me from the stool. Then turning me about he pushed my face down against the seat I had just vacated. A stinging slap to my right buttocks tore a gurgling whimper from me. Again and again and yet again his hand rose and fell.

Each resounding smack was harder then the one before. I tried to stifle the tears and wretched sobs erupting from my chest but couldn’t. Then finally after what seemed like a lifetime he quit spanking me. But strangely instead of feeling relief I felt…. Wanting.

He must have sensed such for with labored breath he cackled oh the little cock slut likes her fanny being spanked does she! Well I got something else she'll like a whole lot better.

The sound of his zipper being yanked down was like that of a passing freight train to my ears. A whimper of fear spilled from my lips but I couldn’t stop my body from trembling or my buttocks from pushing back as something spongy yet abnormally hard moved up and down my moistened vagina.

I felt my lips parting, felt the first invading inch of him enter me. Mocking ramblings of oh yeah slut that’s it wiggle that ass for daddy hissed from his lips. Show daddy how much you want his cock drilling your nasty snatch you cock hungry skank whore. His words were demeaning, hurtful, but instead of being appalled or offended I wallowed in the degradation of them as if they were praise.

I tried to choke back the continuous whimpering sobs spilling from my lips as the first thick inch of what my fevered brain told me had to be a telephone pole slowly wormed into me. The effort was futile though for in spite of the awesome length and girth that I imagined his cock to be, and despite the knowledge that if such were the case that it would split me in two I couldn't stop my soulful passionate moans or the wiggling of my hips.

An inch then two, and finally three wormed into me only to nearly withdraw before again reentering me. Again and again he slowly methodically sawed in and out of the searing heat between my trembling legs. What sounded like incoherent gibberish tumbled from my lips as together with bracing myself on the seat I pushed back against his grinding driving loins.

Words of dirasion and mocking laughter filled my ears as his hands locked about my thin waist in an effort to control my movements. The effort was meaningless though as a million years of evolution and instinct guided me. My body felt as if it were being consumed by a roaring bonfire. A sensation like that of cold water dripping onto a hot skillet shot through my brain as his sweat and spittle dropped onto my back.

Again and again he pushed into me and with each thrust he not only sank a little deeper but the movement of his pelvis became more erratic and faster. My pussy felt as if it were being stretched beyond belief, felt as if it would never again be the same, but I cared not. All that mattered, all that existed for me was his cock, his thick wonderful glorious cock.

Together with my hips pushing back to met him my abdomen undulated like a belly dancers. Behind me labored grunts of thats it slut, thats it! Show daddy how much better you like his cock then your husbands! Show daddy how much of a slut you are for his cock reverberated in my ears as his hands slid up my sides then beneath me.

Like a farmer milking a heifer his fingers kneaded my breast and stretched my nipples. A gurgling groan a passion and arousal lodged in my throat as the bulbous head of his cock pushed against my hymen a last time before ripping it asunder.

Pain such as I had never before felt tore through me as with the lose of my virginity his rigid organ bored to the very depths of my being. A disbelieving whoop of holy fucking shit a virgin; the fucking bitch is a God damn virgin made its way into my brain through the ringing in my ears. His discovery though was meaningless to me as a flare of brilliance like that of an exploding sun burst in my brain.

The heat from its exploding burned me, consumed me and I didn’t care. Dimly through ears deadened by the pounding of my heart and the blood roaring through my veins I heard a warbling screech. The wail though had no meaning to me as what felt like molten lava flowed into me sending my already trembling body into convulsions as if from a terrible fever.

Another sun exploded. Then another, and another, and yet another and then blackness. Contentment, tranquility and a feeling that I couldn’t describe encompassed me. A sensation like that of floating, of being rocked gently like a baby in its cradle tickled my numbed mind.

So blissful was the feeling that I never wanted it to end, but then slowly my eyes opened. A moment, an eternity slipped by before I realized that I was lying in my wedding bed and hovering above me driving his beautiful hard cock slowly and deeply into me was my father in law. Twice more that morning he made love to me and each time he did the glory, the bliss, the rapture that I felt was as great or greater as the first time.

Why would daddy deny me that which had never lessened in all the years I had supplicated myself? More importantly though was why would he deny himself the pleasures of my body? Pleasures such as his wife never had or ever would give him and yet I his daughter in law so willing and eagerly did?

Just as I mentally threw my arms wide welcoming death his hand slid from my throat. But it wasn’t until together with growling don't you fucking die on me you cock-loving slut along with slapping me that I managed a first weak breath.

My lungs were screaming from the pain of taking in much needed oxygen but he seemed not to notice or care. Growls of fuck me bitch, fuck me like you did that goddamn nigger and those fucking wetbacks this afternoon erupted from his slavering lips as he tightly gripped my hips jerking me to him.

"Tell me slut. Tell me how much you loved those dirty smelly spics drilling your skanky cock-loving snatch this afternoon. Tell me how much you love pleasuring those that I give you to. Tell me slut."

Weakly at first then ever louder I told him what he wanted to hear. But before my voice could rise to a crescendo his lips covered mine stopping my flow of babbling. It wasn’t until then that I realized that even as I had believed that my life was slipping away that my loins had continued to buck and grind against his.

As his tongue filled my mouth my nails dug into his gyrating pumping ass cheeks seeking to pull him deeper into me. Like a continuous looping film that afternoons events played out before me as my father in law animalisticly thrust into me.

His late morning call telling me that he wanted me at the job site before lunch rang in my ears just as it had when I had taken the call. So too did his mirth filled chuckle as he told me he didn’t care what I wore just so long as it wasn’t much before hanging up.

In my minds eye I saw myself hurriedly showering then slipping into what I was sure would please him. At the job site those witnessing my arrival had looked at me lecherously as I had climbed from my car.

But the feeling that had washed over me from their stares was as nothing compared to that which I felt as I had strolled through the job site. Electricians, carpenters and a score of laborers eyes fastened on me as I strolled past them in my simple white blouse and powder blue pleated micro mini.

Had those eyes boring into me known that beneath my skimpy outfit was nothing but bare flesh? Did they suspect what I was about to do? Now just as then a smile touched my lips and a shiver raced through me.

My wonderment ceased and the multitude of lecherous stares were forgotten when I saw daddy. He was in the back of the complex arguing with a rather large rough looking negro. The moment I stepped beside him and daddy’s arm slipped about my thin waist the argument ceased.

A moment later a smile touched the negro’s lips as daddy told him that I was his to enjoy however he wised so long as his crew of Mexican laborers finished the two six hundred and forty square foot cement slabs before 3:30.

A heartbeat later it was the negro beside whom I stood and whose large calloused hand was fondling my buttocks. At the negro’s insistence it was agreed that he could enjoy me as his crew started the job.

As the negro had started to turn and lead me toward his truck daddy told him that after he had pleasured himself each of his crew could have me. Then getting into the mans face he’d hissed that if he and his crew thought they could simply spend the afternoon fucking my brains out he had better think twice.

If the job wasn’t finished on time, or if he later billed him for more then they had agreed on he would see to it that he never worked another job site. What's more, he would see to it that his wetbacks were back in Mexico so fast they wouldn’t know what happened.

The ever so slight tightening of the negro's arm about me, the slight slipping of his arrogant smirk attested to the fact that daddy had interpreted his intentions. His armor kinked, his lust, his depravity cooled he stood with downcast eyes as daddy turned and walked away. A second later though his smile returned as I whispered sultry don't worry big boy you won't regret it.

After the negro and one of his crew cleared a space in the back of his pickup then spread out a tarpaulin for me to lie on I with him right behind me climbed into the back. Over the next three hours he, followed by one after the other of his nine man Mexican crew climbed between my legs.

At 3:10 with the job finished and as his crew gathered up and loaded their tools into the bed of his truck I dropped to my knees before the negro. Even though I hadn't been told to do so I felt that a little extra was called for. Call it a reward of sorts for not only finishing the job early, but also for orchestrating the pacing in which the eight man crew enjoyed the fruits of my body.

For a second he simply looked at me askance then grinning broadly he unzipped his pants and pulled out his flaccid cock. As my fingers closed about his cock and pulled it toward my slavering mouth he chuckled if you be part of every deal I makes with your daddy girl I's going to have to work twenty hours a day just to break even.

Over the next fifty minutes or so as first the negro and then one after the other each of the sweat soaked smelly Hispanic’s stepped before me I eagerly took their dirty cocks into my mouth.

As hungrily as a baby feeding at its mother’s tit I sucked and slobbered on each filthy cock in turn as it was presented to me. And just as a man that is dying of thirst when given a drink of water I unashamedly greedily drank my fill as each mans spunk flooded my mouth.

Only when together with the  last mans groans of the nasty slut's mouth is like a suction pump together with his hands pushing against my forehead and his cock being forcefully pulled from between my lips did my efforts cease.

By 4:13 with the exception of but myself and my father-in-law the job site was a ghost town.

What I had felt that afternoon as well as on many another occasion was nothing as compared to that which I was feeling at that moment. Daddy was proud of me. He was proud of his little girl because without question or hesitation I had obeyed his wishes.

But more then just being proud of me he was pleased as well. He was pleased that because of me he had gotten a substantial discount off the negro’s and mexicans labors. And now because of that he was rewarding me in ways that money never could.

Savagely, animalisticly he thrust into me and as he did so seething words of degradation spewed from his mouth. Yet strangely I felt no shame for I was his to treat and to do with how so ever it pleased him.

My warbling words of affirmation were testament to that as again and again and yet again he thrust powerfully and deeply into me. With each bone jarring thrust into me my warbling moans of pleasure became higher and more feverish.

It mattered not that my screams of rapture might be heard by my sweet daddy’s wife of thirty some years. Nor did it matter that my two little girls, his grand daughters, who were sleeping in the bedroom across from mine, might hear.

All that mattered was my loving daddy’s thick, long, wonderful cock and the pleasure he was giving me. Pleasure such as his son had never been able to do in the seven years of our marriage. Pleasures such as the scores of others that I had allowed to climb atop me at my loving daddy's behest hadn't been able to give.

Together with a last savage growl he pulled my quivering spastic petite body to his. Then with a last grinding roll of his loins he flooded my womb with his boiling thick seed. The same wonderful glorious seed that had been responsible for the birth of my eldest daughter.  

Fifteen, twenty minutes later after I had lovingly cleaned all traces of our lovemaking from his beautiful cock he climbed from my bed. For a minute he stood over me tenderly caressing my cheek while I for my part looked long and adoringly into his eyes.

"Your husband will be home tomorrow Samantha" he muttered. "Make his weekend an enjoyable one if he ain’t to tired." Then turning from me he walked silently from my room and back to his wife.

>                                                        A. G. Thomas



When it was that I first became aware I'm not certain. Maybe I was always aware and because I didn't know what it meant didn't recognize it. Or maybe it came to me slowly and only after I arrived at my new home. Whichever the case may be, I always knew I was somehow different from others of my kind. Maybe you'll understand a little better if I tell you my story.

My master, who by the way is married, is a Corporate hot shot who travels a lot. Enough said about him I believe, except to say that I am eternally grateful to him. Because of him, albeit unknowingly, his lovely wife became my life mate. It is around her, and the events that led up to her becoming my willing bitch, that my story revolves.

Nancy, sweet Nancy. Some two legged creatures might describe her as comely but to me she is the most beautiful creature alive. She is neither a tall statuesque woman nor is she a blue blood snob like the majority of women that my masters friends and business associates are married to. So that may very well be the reason for their descriptive when they talk about her behind her back. Perhaps, though I've already said that she is the most beautiful of creatures, it would be best if I described her.

By their standards, though she has the breeding of the best of them, she's a diminutive woman. She stands a little over five feet tall and weighs maybe a hundred odd pounds soaking wet. Another thing about her that's different from the other creatures, who her husband entertains on occasions, is that she's half their age. One last descriptive if I might. Her petite figure, I've heard it described as school girlish, gives her the appearance, at least in my eyes, of the quintessential Thoroughbred amongst plow horses. And since this is my story, my descriptive is the only opinion that matters.

Anyway back to how and when I first became aware of sweet Nancy. I've all ready told you that her husband brought me to my new home but I didn't tell you why. Protection. It was as simple as that. Oh sure, the home has the best alarm system that money can buy, but nothing, and I mean nothing, puts the fear of the two legged creatures God in their hearts like a guard dog. Especially a mastiff like myself.

Though I was only sixteen weeks old when I was brought home I stood about eighteen inches at the shoulder and weighed maybe seventy pounds. Though I was still only a puppy I sensed that Jonathan, my master, was afraid of me and yet he brought me home to his wife. Cooing gibberish that I didn't understand she threw her arms about my neck and pressed her face against me. At first I was skittish for no human had ever done such a thing before. But her soft pleasing voice calmed me and it was at that moment that I instinctively knew that nothing or anyone would ever stand between us.

Being an animal I didn't possess the same reasoning skills, or were my actions premeditated as were those of humans. Or at least they hadn't been until the moment that Nancy's arms went about me and my nostrils filled with her heavenly scent. The pleasurable feeling in my loins intensified as pulling back slightly I bathed her pretty face with my large tongue.

Now in most cases involving humans and animals, when the animal is skittish and the human cuddles and whispers endearments, it upsets the animals pack instinct. Which is to say that it disorients and confuses him. If such behavior continues, sooner more then later, it is the animal, aka the dog, that becomes the alpha instead of the human. Such is what happened to me. But in my case it was not solely because of Nancy's constant loving attention in which, by the way, I luxuriated. It was due mostly because of an incident that happened one night shortly after I was one year old.

As was often the case Nancy and I were alone in the house. But unlike as so often before when we were alone, for some reason that I still don't understand; certainly it couldn't have been because I tried to attack the gardner when he had touched her, she shut me from her bedroom. Can an animal feel rejection? If so that might explain my feelings that night as I uneasily prowled through the house.

Looking back on the events of that night I can honestly say that that was not the only reason I was uneasy. The uneasiness that I felt had been growing for several days, but on that night, it was almost palatable. My masters strange behavior in the days leading up to his latest business trip was part of it. Another was, though my master assured my mistress that every thing was fine, for some unexplained reason the security system was erratic. So you can understand why on that particular night, because I was not with my mistress the uneasiness that I felt would have been described as a full blown panic attack if I had been human.

Yet the first indication that I had of trouble was the sound of tinkling glass followed a moment later by the tread of feet. It was more a sense of foot fall then actually hearing them for I was asleep in my masters downstairs study. Though my ears had twitched and I had stirred restlessly at the strange sounds, it wasn't until long minutes later when her scream shattered the silence, that I staggered upright. Shaking my head as if to clear it from a drugged sleep I ambled slowly across the study toward the door.

Was it possible that I had only been dreaming. For several long minutes I stood in the doorway looking toward the stairs that led up to my mistresses bedroom. But other then the faint funny sounds, such as happens when my master is at home and they sleep together or when she is having a restless night, not another sound touched my ears. As the sound stopped I took a step forward. Should I investigate and possibly incur her anger? But even as that thought flitted through my mind the muted rustling and creaking of the bed, though more intense, as well as her ragged moans started anew.

Again shaking my massive head I started to turn back to my resting place beside the fireplace. My movement was halted though when my mistress again screamed. Her scream, though not as loud and better described as a groan of protest was short lived and ended in a gurgling hacking sputter. Needless to say that short lived hacking groan sent shivers through me. It seemed like a life time but in actuality probably took me less then thirty seconds to race from the study and up the stairs. I truly believe that it was at that exact moment as I stared at her partially open door through which intermittent brilliant flashes of light appeared, that complete and total consciousness came to me.

That I understood every word that was coming from within, should have mystified and given me pause, but it didn't. Still, and even though I knew that my mistress was in peril for several rapid beats of my heart I hesitated. Though the room was rather large it would have been foolhardy for me to blunder in without knowing where they were. As the sounds of heavy and rapid breathing, of boisterous gleeful laughter from more then one throat came to me, I mentally sought to fix the whereabouts of each voice. With the natural instinct of my kind in a micro second I knew the location of the three men that I had heard and without further pause lunged forward.

In two strides my hundred and forty plus pounds hit the door and with another I launched myself into the air and straight at the man beside my mistresses bed. As I did so a fourth mans guttural snicker of didn't I tell you mother fuckers the bitch would get off on two cock's came to me. It was to late to second guess myself, and far to late to pause. I would deal with the fourth individual, and a hundred others if need be, after I dispatched the three about my mistress.

My attack was so swift and his attention so focused on what the other two were doing to my mistress that he wasn't aware of my presence until it was to late. His snickering harangue of that's it, ram it to her. Fill the sluts mouth and cunt with nigga cock became a shriek of pain as my jaws closed on him. Even as my teeth closed on the arm holding the flashing thing in front of his face I twisted and fell atop the bed. As I came up snarling the two men who had been atop my mistress screamed in panic and almost as one fell from the bed before I could launch myself at them.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught movement. As I whirled to face the new threat the man, as naked as the others, along with picking up something shiny from her dressing table pushed away from the wall and extended his arm. Gathering my legs beneath me I launched myself into the air even as a pin point flash of light and a noise as loud as thunder erupted from his hand.

I had intended to rip out his throat but at the last second I lowered my head hitting him square in the chest slamming him back against the wall. Ignoring the sound of grating bone and gurgled breath as he slipped to the floor I again whirled and launched myself at the two men who had been hurting my mistress. My mistresses sobs, my repeated name from her stuttering lips stopped me though.

Cocking my head I looked at her askance. Why was she stopping me. I wanted to maim, perhaps even kill the men who had been hurting her. From out of the corner of my eye I could see the men gathering up their clothes. See them pull the one whose chest I had caved in from where he lay, yet I made no threatening move toward them. Though I instinctively knew that if I delayed they would get away I dismissed them.

All my attention was on my mistress and since she was now safe that was all that mattered. Mystified by her actions I stared into her tear streaked face. That was the first, but by no means the last time, that I saw her without her silly covering. She was sitting upright and holding her arms out toward me repeatedly sobbing my name. The men now completely forgotten with a soft woof of pleasure I jumped atop the bed and into her arms.

There were stringy globs of a strange smelling substance on her face, chest and between her legs, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was that we were together and that her face was pressed against my neck and she was holding me. When finally her tight hold on me loosened and I chanced to look around the room it was empty except for the two of us.

Turning my massive head back to her I began licking her face. The pungent substance not only had a strange taste but awoke the warm glow in my loins more intense then any I had previously felt when she held me. No Lance no she murmured, as together with my straddling her now prone small form my rough tongue moved methodically from her face over her neck and across her bare chest.

As I licked all traces of the strange smelling substance from her upper body her hic cupping sobs ceased and her breathing smoothed. Though at times, like when my tongue lingered on the small bumps with their protruding nipples, her breath caught and she softly hissed my name. Encouraged by her lack of pushing me away my tongue trailed downward across her belly then between her legs.

When I first moved between her legs they tightened on my head and she tried to push me away. But I was persistent, and as my thick rough tongue lapped at the strange funny smelling substance leaking from her, her hands fell from my head and her legs opened slightly. Thus encouraged my tongue trailed several inches down each leg in turn before always returning to where she was leaking. Again and again my thick pebbly tongue delved into the source of the discharge. Soft whimpering murmurs of no Lance, no, issued from her mouth yet she made no effort to push me away or close her legs.

In fact just the opposite occurred. With each long slurping lap of my tongue her legs opened a little wider and her hither to fore fluttering fingers pushed through the hair between my ears. No longer was she whimpering no Lance, no, as if vainly commanding me to stop but neither was she verbally encouraging me. Her breathing, ever more rapid and ragged frightened me and for a minute I lifted my head from between her legs. No Lance don't stop! Don't stop licking mommy she squealed as along with tugging on my ears her legs rose and encircled my back. As her hips rose from the bed my head dropped back between her legs.

Long minutes later, her small body shuddering as if buffeted by a strong wind, together with her fingers pulling harder on my ears more juices flowed from her. This time, unlike before, the fluid leaking from her was sweeter, more flavorable. Greedily my thick pebbly tongue delved into the source of her discharge as she, while thrashing about on the bed, repeatedly simpered yes Lance, oh God yes, lick mommy. An eternity later her fingers released my ears and her quivering legs fell from about my heaving sides.

Though the need to breed my mistress was almost more then I could endure I somehow knew that she was not ready to accept me. Soon though, and of this I was certain, she would willingly be my bitch. As if made of stone I stood silent between her splayed legs and watched as her eyes drifted shut and her breathing slowed. Then dropping down between her still widely splayed legs I licked my aching erection, before, with my muzzle against her slit and after a last pleasurable lick I closed my eyes.

I awoke to the light tap on the door and the maid softly asking if she might enter. Raising my eyes I looked directly into those of my mistress. She was sitting pressed against the headboard with her arms tightly about her knees staring at me. Her expression was such that I unquestionably knew that she was thinking about last night. Not only about what had happened before I got to her but after.

Raising slowly I jumped down from her bed and laid down beside it. As I did so she shoved her torn nightgown beneath her pillow then pulled the covers up to her neck. Only after the maid had left, did I then question why none of the servant's had heard my mistresses screams and rush to investigate. Granted they were downstairs in another wing and there were closed doors between them, but surly they had to of heard something. If not my mistresses screams then the hasty and clumsy retreat of her attackers.

It was not until many long minutes later, when she knelt down beside me and together with pressing her face to my neck hugged me tightly, that my thoughts shifted. My quandary forgotten I climbed to my feet and with her hand resting lightly upon my head we walked from her bedroom. Not once during that long day did my mistress let me out of her sight, nor did I quit possessively brushing against her as we walked together.

We even went shopping together, and when I appreciatively woofed in answer to her question as to whether I liked her new lounging dress she laughed. If I could have talked I would have said what's not to like. Not only was it sheer but it had a split up the front. The only thing that spoiled the full length gown was the skimpy panties that came with it. Over the next few weeks that followed not only did I take every advantage to possessively brush against her but I kept others from getting to close to her.

More then once, by leaning heavily against her, I made her go other then where she had intended. Not because I wanted to go anywhere special, but because I was indoctrinating her in her new role as well as affirming my status as alpha male. During the day whenever I could, and with great relish, I lay my large head in her lap. I also took every advantage to lick her face, throat, and when ever possible, like when she wore a low cut gown, her chest. Her lips especially tasted sweet.

Not always, but at times she scolded me when she thought I was becoming to familiar. But a heartbeat later, and always her voice ringing with light musical laughter, along with throwing her arms about my neck she would tell me what a naughty boy I was. It was after one such incidence that each of our roles would be defined and strengthened   

Though I had been certain of such for the last couple of weeks, and had been methodically working toward that end, it did not begin to dawn on my mistress until the night my master returned home. With him were three well dressed black men, who, though for the most part acted appropriately, never took their eyes off her. Her husband had introduced them as business associates explaining that they would be discussing a lucrative deal.

Her tension was almost palatable in the presence of the black men, and it increased when after she tried to excuse herself, her husband insisted she stay. As usual I sat beside my mistress with my head in her lap while they, my master included, did more drinking then talking business. I knew my presence gave her comfort and I did my best to strengthen it by licking her hand as often as possible. Though my eyes never left her face at all times I was aware of everyones location. An hour later, and after many drinks, when one of the black men, after sitting down beside my mistress and putting his arm about her, told my master to put on some music he obeyed as hurriedly as if he were a servant instead of their host.

On his way to the stereo he told her to lock me in one of the spare bedrooms saying he didn't want a mangy dog getting in the way. When she refused he grabbed her and dragged her from his study. Growling menacingly I stood to follow but she told me to stay, that everything would be alright. Alone with the others, but with my ears straining to hear my master and mistress, it wasn't until one of the black men chuckled, don't let her innocent looks and small frame fool you bro's, Johnny boy assures me she's a real slut for black cock, that I began to pay attention.

What I learned made me not only want to rip out their throats, but my masters as well. He wanted to give my mistress to them. When the door opened I bolted through it knocking my master aside in my eagerness to get to my mistresses side. Pressing my bulk against her I steered her in the direction of the stairs. As her foot touched the bottom step her husband  chuckled so softly that I'm sure she didn't hear his bravado but I did.

Don't worry gentlemen, the slut might act shy but I assure you she's not. And as to any worries you might have as to whether she likes more then one cock at a time, well let me put your minds to rest. The four negroes that have been slamming cock to her nightly for the last several weeks told me she's so cock crazy that they've even had to bring along some of their friends. Rest assured gentlemen, and don't blame me if the little slut wears you out in the process, not only will she pleasure you in any and every conceivable way tonight, she will do the same with any clients you deem to give her to in the future.

Now gentlemen, what say we give the slut a few minutes to slip into something a little more appropriate then head up to the bedroom so you can sample the merchandise. Then laughing uproariously he sputtered I'm sure you'll find that she's worth every bit of the seventy three thousand I owe you. The voices raised in discord assured me that the black men didn't believe him. And well they shouldn't have, because, in addition to having witnessed her initial reaction, the second we entered the bedroom, though they weren't immediately aware of it, she locked the heavy door.

Dropping to her knees and throwing her arms about me she sobbed oh Lance did you hear him? Did you hear Jonathan? What am I going to do? He ---- he ---- he said ---- he said he knows I've made love to negroes before. He ---- he said these three were cleaner then the four that I've been spreading my legs for every night after the servants retire. When ---- when I denied it, he said that he knew differently. He said ---- he said that he had pictures, and that if I didn't cooperate he would give them to his lawyer. Then ---- then putting his arm about me he said that the choice was mine. That I could either cooperate and continue to live in comfort, or I could live on the street. Either way I was going to be spreading my legs for darkies, so why not do it in comfort and luxury instead of in some filthy fleabag hotel. Oh Lance do you think that he ---- No; it's just to ---- to preposterous. Surly he didn't send those bad men? Did he?

Her fears were justified, but I couldn't tell her so. As gently as I could, because she was becoming ever more hysterical, I pushed her off balance. Straddling her small prone form I lowered my head. The first swipe of my pebbly tongue went across her cheek and over her ear leaving a slimy trail behind. I could have continued licking thus but that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted her to want and accept me as the alpha male in her life. I wanted her to throw her arms about me and look up into my face as I time and again licked every beautiful inch of her small petite body.

With infinite patience, and as if we were the only two creatures alive, I waited. Her face still turned from me, so softly that I had to prick my ears to understand, she muttered it's wrong but I do love him so. Slowly, ever so slowly she turned her face to mine and stuttered. Your the only one that truly loves me aren't you Lance? You would never intentionally do anything to hurt me. Not like my husband. In affirmation my tongue moved over her face glorying in the taste of her. The first couple of times I was careful to stay away from her lips, but the third time my tongue moved over her small face it lingered just long enough to prod ever so lightly against their puckered tightness.

Another long swipe over her face. Another lingering pause over her lips and this time they weren't so tightly puckered. By the seventh time that my tongue lightly lingered over her lips they parted and her cute little tongue flicked from between her teeth to stab at mine. As my tongue moved up and across her eyes her arms went about my neck and she buried her face into my hair. Because her face was pressed so tightly against my throat I almost didn't hear her softly murmur oh Lance you will protect me won't you? You won't let Jonathan make me their whore?

Naturally, because I couldn't, I didn't answer. For another minute she clung tightly to me then slowly her head fell back and she looked up into my hazel eyes as if willing me to speak. Lowering my head my tongue again stabbed out, this time directly at her slightly parted crimson lips. As my tongue touched her lips they opened. Without hesitation I pushed my tongue into her open accepting mouth. For several beats of my heart she simply let my tongue fill her mouth then her lips closed and she began to suck on my tongue.

The sensation was such that if I had been a two legged creature I would have ripped off her dress and fucked her brains out. Instead what I did was pull my tongue from her mouth and move downward soaking the front of her dress. Her arms loosened their death like hold about my neck as my tongue soaked her chest and the two bumps protruding from it. Soft funny sounds of what I assumed were pleasure issued from her mouth as she squirmed beneath me. The spell was broken though by the sudden unexpected pounding on the door and my masters angry voice.

Slithering out from under me she crawled toward the bed and huddled against it with legs drawn up and her arms about them as he screamed unlock the God damn door you fucking black cock slut. These niggers ain't ---- What else he might have said was cut off as something slammed heavily against the door and an angry voice hissed don't you ever call your betters niggers white boy. The sound of fist hitting flesh and the resulting cries of pain were the only sounds heard for several minutes and then a voice chuckled forget it bro's. Even of we'd of found the cunt satisfactory there's no way she could have earned enough to pay us back for what this piece of shit owes us.

I did not realize until total and utter silence filled the void that I had turned to the door and a low rumbling growl was vibrating in my throat. As the deathly silence stretched out and I was sure it wasn't simply a subterfuge, that the men had indeed left, I turned and slowly moved toward my mistress. As my large hairy body pressed against hers her arms again went about me and she buried her face into my ribs. Her hot breath ruffling my hair reawakened my arousal that had only moments earlier been slackened.

The head of my cock slipped further from its protective sheath lightly touching the exposed portion of her leg. A tingling, whether because of anticipation, desire, animal instinct, or a combination of all three I cared not, rippled through me. All I was certain of, and had been since guiding her up the stairs away from my master and the three black men, was that this night would herald the beginning of her new role. Though Nancy would continue to shelter and feed me she would no longer be my mistress, she would be my bitch.

Dropping my head between her bent knees without hesitating I pushed straight for the source of her nectar. As my muzzle pushed against her and my pebbly rough tongue licked repeatedly over her slightly moistened thin panties a stuttering gasp whooshed from between her lips. Her arms dropped from me only to return as I adjusted my stance to better get between her legs.  

For a second her fluttering hands weakly pushed against my head, then along with her fingers tightly gripping my ears her legs opened wider. Repeated soft simpers of oh Lance interrupted but did not lessen her increased ragged breathing. Her cute little bottom wiggled against the thick plush rug as she pulled me tighter to her. Slowly, as if she were fighting against the inevitable, she slid downward till her back was against the rug. With her dress now up over her hips I had a clear shot at the intended target and I took advantage of it.

Continuous soft whimpers of what I was sure was pleasure issued from her lips as my tongue lapped harder over her gossamer panties. Wider her legs opened. Tighter her fingers gripped my ears and pulled me to her. Her cute little buttocks previous slow undulations increased to almost frantic writhing as my tongue pushed harder against the ever increasing dampness of her almost nonexistent panties. Intangible soft mutterings issued from her lips yet occasionally with the musically pleasing sound like that of a tingling ceramic bell she clearly hissed my name.

Like a puppy eager to please I danced around her, my now fully extended ten plus inch cock occasionally brushing across her pretty face. The smell, the diluted taste of her was almost more then I could take. Baring my teeth I nipped at the whisper thin material keeping me from that which I sought, but her squirming hips prevented me from gaining purchase. A low rumbling growl of frustration began to well from my heaving chest but it turned into a yip of surprise as her lips closed over the pointed knob of my cock.

My lack of success to get through her panties was temporally forgotten as along with the warm wet moistness of her mouth encasing the head of my dick her fingers lightly fluttered over the remaining nine inches of exposed purplish flesh. For an innumerable number of rapid beats of my heart I stood shivering in glorious bliss as her lips, with every up and down movement, slid ever further up my twitching length. Not until together with gagging sounds coming from beneath me as well as Nancy's small hands shoving franticly against my belly did I realize that I had almost lain down on her.

Along with forcing myself upright I shifted position so that I was no longer astraddle her but between her legs before again lowering my head. Baring my incisors I nipped at, and against all odds trapped the whisper thin material of her panties between my teeth. The sound of ripping cloth greeted the savage shake of my head as the sheer material easily separated. The heady scent that wafted up from between her legs and slammed into my nostrils was as intoxicating to me as the alcohol my master and the black men had been consuming.

Greedily, as if my tongue hadn't touched nourishment in days, my tongue delved into the sweet nectar emitting from between her legs. A garbled screech issued from her lips and her hips jerked from the floor pushing her slit against my muzzle as my tongue slathered over and into her. Her fingers tightly grasped my ears holding my muzzle to her as she bucked and twisted in ecstatic pleasure. Minutes later along with repeatedly screeching out my name her small body convulsed violently.

As she lay silent, yet continuing to shudder, I lifted my head from her. Backing from between her legs I shifted about so that my head hung over her chest. A second later my teeth closed on her dress and moments later it like her panties earlier was in tatters. Pushing my muzzle beneath the small of her back I both pushed and lifted and a moment later managed to roll her over onto her belly. I tried to get my muzzle between her belly and the rug in an effort to raise her hips but failed.

Frustrated, I danced over and around her before moving up between her slightly parted legs. As I did so a low moan escaped her lips as if she were awakening from a deep sleep. Her head twisted around to look back at me. For several moments our eyes met then of her own accord she pulled her legs beneath her raising her perky tight bottom into the air. Together with opening her legs a little wider she wiggled her buttocks. Without hesitation I mounted her but my weight was to great for her and she collapsed beneath me.

Twice more we tried and failed to couple, and the frustration of each of us was becoming apparent. Climbing to her feet she fell onto her back atop the bed. With the lower half of her body hanging off the edge she opened her legs and softly whispered come Lance come to mommy. Moving between her splayed legs I rose up only to let my front paws fall to either side of her chest. Pushing her hands down between us she grabbed my long thick cock.

All the while her delicate fingers squeezed and stroked my hardness she softly murmured your sooooo bigggggg. You will be gentle won't you Lance. You won't hurt mommy. It was as if my haunches were on fire and try as I might I could not keep from dancing about in my eagerness to hump her. Her soft voice was like a soothing balm as together with guiding me to her she lightly laughed easy Lance, easy. But I had no control, for she had long ago driven me past any that I might have had. Every pore of my being was fixated on copulation, and when the head of my cock touched her my hips drove forward sending better then half of my thick angry crimson cock into her.

As I buried myself in her a long drawn out gurgling groan burst from her lips and her body stiffened. Had she lost consciousness and if so did it really make any difference? After all she was my bitch, and awake or not I was going to breed her. Pictures of her with swollen belly, of her lovingly, tenderly nursing our puppies flickered through my brain as after drawing back I again rapidly and forcefully thrust into her. Again, and again, and yet again, with the forceful rapidity of a pile driver I pushed into her without cessation. And with each push another inch of my cock felt the tight clinging warmth of her cunt.

Slobber fell from my madly panting jowls to land like raindrops on her rapidly rising and falling chest. Without pausing in my instinctive urge to bury every inch of my member into her my head lowered to her chest and my sandpaper like tongue licked over her breast. When it was that I became aware that her fingers were tightly gripping my haunches and that her legs had encircled me I'm not certain. Perhaps it was when I also became aware of her softly crooning voice repeatedly urging me to fuck mommy. To fuck mommy hard.

The ache in my scrotum was both like it was on fire and at the same time being squeezed in a vise. My hind legs were moving about so frantically as I humped into her, that if her legs hadn't been wrapped about me I would have climbed clear over her. With each frantic lunge forward my almost orange size knot slammed against her cunt lips. I could feel my cum bubbling, wanting to get out. With a last mad dancing, twisting, lunge forward the resistance that had been keeping my knot from entering her gave way.

Every muscle in her small body tensed and a shrill gurgling stuttering wail erupted from her throat. A minute, two minutes, a lifetime, and though still she didn't move as my knot moved within her her the stuttering wail that had burst from her soon became repeated soft oohs, umps, and yeses. Then slowly, together with her legs tightening even harder about me, she began to undulate and push against me. Her otherwise musical voice rose to near hysteria as she repeatedly shrieked oh God Lance fuck mommy. Fuck mommy good. Make mommy your bitch.

But even as she began to move faster against me I froze and my cum burst from my nuts in a torrent so forceful it was as if I were pissing. For a split second as my cum flooded into her she again tensed, then with squeals of oh God, oh God, oh Godddddddddd she shuddered uncontrollably. Seconds later and even before she quit shuddering I was again driving madly into her. Minutes later as my cock repeatedly slammed into her womb she again began moving against me trying to meet each rapid thrust.

Repeated stuttering whimpers of fuck me Lance, fuck your bitch hissed from her lips as shudder after shudder rippled through her. Her willing acceptance of me as her lover, her acknowledgement of her role slammed into my brain with the force of a sledgehammer making all but was happening at that moment mote and insubstantial. The hot clinging moistness, the rippling of her cuntial muscles as they massaged, caressed and milked my cock was beyond belief.

Though it was probably only minutes it seemed like hours before once again my cum flowed like a raging river into her willing accepting womb. Several thudding heartbeats later I tried to back away but we were locked together. A single soft word wormed from my brain. Patience. If I had been human, a contented sigh would have escaped my lips as I collapsed atop her. As it was I instead lowered my salivating jowls and licked her glistening sweaty flesh. That I concentrated on her tits and the little nubs centered thereon was a given, for instinct told me that next to me licking her between her legs she liked that best.

Her soft contented sighs as well as her squirming response to my administrations understandably did little to shrink my knot. Long innumerable minutes later, despite her soft whimpering pleas to the contrary, as well as her best efforts to prolong our coupling, I did manage to pull free. Hardly had all four of my feet hit the floor then I pushed my muzzle to her cunt. Like a drunkard consuming alcohol, I eagerly lapped up the cum, which, because it was no longer constrained by my knot, flowing freely from her.

Three more times that night I bred her. And with each breeding her acknowledgement of being my bitch came ever more readily from her lips. When at last we slept it was with her snuggled against my back and her small hand resting lightly on my scrotum. Hours later I was awakened by the feel of her lips upon my growing hardness. As her hot moist mouth lovingly suckled her delicate fingers stroked and pulled at my lengthening cock. Minutes later with her fingers tightly about my cock just in front of my growing knot I filled her mouth and throat with my hot thick spunk.

I honestly believe that in the next moment, if not for the light knock on the door and the maid asking if she could enter, I would have been knot deep in my beautiful bitches cunt. A heart beat later even as my bitch was wiping all traces of my discharge from her pretty face and licking her fingers clean the key turned in the lock and the maid entered. It was then, even as she covered her nakedness, that she was informed that the master had left late last night with the gentlemen and was returning to Atlanta.

Later, after she had eaten and bathed, oblivious to the fact that I understood every word, she held several dresses up asking which I wanted her to wear. That I woofed and wildly wagged my tail when she held up a diaphanous stretch lace gown with cascading sheer ruffles, which because of its design would have been no barrier or caused any difficulty in my pressing my muzzle to her made her laugh.

Telling me what a dirty boy I was she ruffled the hair between my ears then getting down on her knees and wrapping her arms about me she husked that if I was a good boy, maybe, just maybe she would wear it for me that evening. With the exception of when I pushed my head beneath her dress and licked her panties as she, trying to act as if nothing was happening, tried to eat dinner, I was real good. Hardly had she finished then together with professing a headache and saying she was retiring for the night she dismissed the servants.

Less then fifteen minutes later when she came out of the bathroom, it was not the diaphanous stretch lace gown that I had liked so much that she was wearing. It was a jewel blue, open front ultra sheer chemise, and she wasn't wearing panties. Tongue lolling and panting heavily I danced around like an eager puppy that was being offered a treat. Her light lilting laughter acknowledging my eagerness was like music to my ears.

But it was her light feathery touch over my belly and scrotum, followed only a heartbeat later by her slim fingers encircling, massaging my ever lengthening cock while softly murmuring does Lance want to fuck mommy. Does he want to fuck his bitch and fill her nasty pussy with his doggie spunk that once and for all, and forever, acknowledged and affirmed me as the alpha male in her life and she as my bitch.

How it was that I managed not to rip the sheer flimsy garment to shreds when my sandpaper rough tongue and teeth playfully tortured her breast and later when I had mounted her after she had pushed pillows beneath her for support neither of us knew. As it was, what with all my slobber on it, it was as wet as if she had just washed it.

I was to soon learn that she preferred to lay on her back looking up at me as with arms and legs tightly about me she tried to meet my every hard thrust. At first it was awkward for me to breed her that way. But because she liked the feel of my large hairy body atop hers, and because I gloried in the feel of her soft lips raining kisses on my face in between whispered words of endearment as I powerfully thrust into her, it soon became as natural and pleasurable, perhaps even more so, as the normal manner in which one breeds his bitch. Still though, her discovery of the pillows stood her in good steed in the weeks and months that followed.

As for her husband, well she never saw him again. At least not alive. His body was discovered in an alley only days after his return to Atlanta. The police said that his untimely demise was a mugging that had gone bad. Yet they were at a loss to explain why he was beaten to a pulp before being shot in the head.

Oh, as for the puppies. Well, as of yet she hasn't presented me with any. Some bitches are just hard to impregnate I guess. Still though, every time she willingly comes to me, and with each wanton breeding of her, I'm still hoping she'll give them to me. Maybe I should start breeding her six times a day instead of just five....             

ss you can say that it all started almost four months ago when out of the blue and for no earthly reason that I could think of I volunteered to take a couple of Margaret's cases. I'll have to admit that at the time I was already carrying a large case load but because she was falling behind and since I was the department head it was up to me to set things right.

Talking to her should have been enough but since I had never been one for confrontation, and soft hearted soul that I am, I took the easy way out. That she took my offer for something other then it was intended is understandable. What had once been an occasional good morning, good night, on my part became a listening board for her martial problems. Problems which even if a tenth of the gossip that was bantered about the office were true, were justified and of her own doing.

Should I have been suspect at her sudden friendship and of the many lunches she bought? At the time no. But looking back on it now I would have to say yes because from taking a couple of her cases I suddenly became her best and dearest friend. Though I did my best not to be critical of her there were a couple of occasions in which after having seen her climb into a car with someone which I knew wasn't her husband I admonished her.

How had I known that the man wasn't her husband? Well for one thing beside his looking like an arrogant gang banger he was black. The first time it had happened she passed him off as the gofer for the mechanic who was working on her car, and naive me knowing that she had indeed taken her car into the garage that day I let it slide. Still though I did let her know that it wasn't seemingly for a white woman to climb into a car with a negro. Especially one as unsavory looking as the young fellow.

When despite my mild rebuke I witnessed her climbing into the same young negro's car several other times, three of which in addition to him there were a couple of other equally unsavory individuals I couldn't constrain myself. I told her that if she was going to act like a loose woman, that if she was going to consort with men of that caliber and ethnicity any friendship that we might of had was finished. I told her that her actions were a reflection on me and I wouldn't stand for it.

For several days neither of us spoke to the other and then one day as I was preparing to leave the office she stopped by. Tearfully she told me that she had never meant to abuse or belittle the friendship I had shown her, and that she just couldn't stand it if we were no longer friends. Yes she understood that her actions had been a reflection on me but at the time she hadn't given much thought to it.

Was she aware of what others in the office were saying about her? Yes, and she would never be able to forgive herself if those same busybodies talked about me in the same vein because of my association with her. Then wrapping her arms about me much as a child would a parent that she knew she had disappointed she sobbed wretchedly begging my forgiveness.

Despite my misgivings as to her sincerity what could I do other then as she asked of me. Yet despite my lack of faith in her sincerity I witnessed no other indiscretion on her part in the days and weeks that followed. In fact she seemed more alive then at any time since I had known her. It was as if a great burden had been taken from her, and I felt justifiably proud of myself for not only having befriended her but also the cause for her change. The one thing that didn't change though was her wearing of those sinfully short skirts.

Thus it was that when despite our age differences, she having only recently turned twenty one and I pushing twenty eight as well as my being her boss, when she invited my husband and I to her home for dinner I accepted. This despite the fact that her husband was a warehouse labour and mine a top level executive and therefore the two of us moved among a different social circles. My husband though wasn't as open to the invitation so it was with no small surprise when at the last moment his secretary called saying that he would be working late.

When several minutes after I had demanded to be put through to him he picked up the phone and without giving me a chance to rant profusely apologized. He muttered something about having to go over a recently rewritten contract that had to be in the clients hand the next day. Then muttering that he probably wouldn't be home until after midnight he told me to go without him.

It wasn't as if that had been the first time his secretary had called to say he was working late. But for it to happen the one time in the five years of our marriage that I had made plans pissed me off to no end. I seriously considered calling Margaret and giving my regrets. But the thought that my doing so would be as equally tacky an action as my husbands had been stopped me from dialing her number.

After making excuses that my husband had to work late, the dinner, which I myself would have been proud of, was surprisingly pleasant. Later as I helped her clean up she gushed about work and how her case load was nearly caught up. When she noticed that I was only listening with half an ear she said forget about him sweetie, men are assholes. Then with a deep sigh as if having come to a decision she muttered that there was something important that she had to talk to me about.

When we moved to the living room Robert excused himself under the guise of letting us girls talk about what girls usually talk about. Hardly a heartbeat after he had walked out the door to have a couple of beers with friends Margaret rushed into her bedroom. Several minutes later she returned carrying a large manilla envelope and handed it to me. As I looked at her questionably her eyes misted and she stuttered please don't hate me but I didn't know who else to show them to.

Had my expression been one of stupid incomprehension as I looked from the envelope to her then back again? I'm not sure but I think it was. Releasing the catch I tipped the envelope up. As what appeared to be no fewer then ten, possibly as many as twelve dozen photographs spilled onto the coffee table a startled gasp burst from my lips. Despite being appalled by the lurid spectacle before me one eye stayed on the photographs as I turned to face Margaret.

Who, when, why tumbled almost whisper like from my lips as turning back to the photos I picked one up. There was no doubt that it had been taken anywhere other then in the very room in which we were sitting. Margaret was on her knees in the midst of five negro's though only three were receiving her attention. Her lips were around the bulbous knob of one dark penis while her small hands were about two others. The remaining two, their penises in their hands, were smiling broadly as if assure in the knowledge that she would soon be pleasuring them.

As the photograph fell from my trembling fingers back onto the coffee table, despite my wanting them to do anything but, I was unable to stop myself from picking up another then another and yet another photograph. In most of the photos there was only one, sometimes two negro's with her, but there were several in which as many as a half a dozen negro's were present.

As each lurid image after lurid image emblazoned itself on my retinas the thing that stood out in greatest detail was the length and girth of the negro's penises. In every case they were no less then twice that of my husbands little three inch penis. Looking at the latest photo which I had picked up: one in which she was again kneeling but this time with mouth open and with her tongue almost touching the mushroom shaped head of the negro's penis I heard myself asking if all negro's were so endowed. The answer when it came was with a lilting dream like laugh.

Over the next half hour I learned that she had taken her first negro lover at Roberts insistence barely three weeks after her marriage to the man. It had all started one night after they had made love. He had told her of a fantasy that he'd had since his teen years, so she, because she loved him, had agreed to fulfill it. It was supposed to have been a one time thing but as I could plainly see it had turned out to be anything but.

Over the next half hour or so she told me that even as she had lain in bed with the negro still atop her he had taunted Robert. She might be your wife white boy but she's my bitch now, my white slut to pleasure myself with whenever and however it pleases me. If your a good little white boy I my even let you fuck her every now and then. But now that your old lady knows what it's like to be black pleasured she might never want your white dick again.

A couple of days later when Robert had had to work overtime the negro had returned, only this time he hadn't been alone. After that there was no keeping him and dozens of his friends away and Robert did nothing to stop them. In fact he took perverse pleasure in watching them use her. But he didn't just watch, he both photographed and video taped their use of her. His perversity was such that now on nights when neither the young negro or any of his numerous friends stopped by he would prowl the bars and ally ways for other negro's.

Recently he found out that some of the porno sites would pay big bucks for such pictures and video's so he had sent them a couple of photographs. Their offer though hadn't pleased him and now he was thinking about making his own web site. He's even come up with a name. He's calling it "The Social Worker." The only thing that's stopping him is that he's not all that bright when it comes to computers. But as soon as he finds someone that can help him set up a pay site he's going to post everything that he has shot.

Videos I hollowly asked. He has videos of you making love with negro's? Hardly had the words left my mouth then she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Sitting me on the edge of the bed she turned on the large plasma TV then the DVD player. Taking her place beside me she snuggled into my arms like a small child. As I sat stunned and silent watching scene after scene of her with different and sometimes multitudinous negro's she whispered they don't make love to me Mrs. Rhodes, they fuck me.

Her warm breath against my ear sent hot flashes through me as she told how they used her harder and longer then her husband or any white man could ever use a woman. Some she said, had driven their powerful dark cock's into her cunt or ass for nearly a half an hour and in a few cases even longer.

"I'm their white slut to use and pleasure themselves with however they see fit. Their hard, powerful black cock's are stronger then any aphrodisiac, and though I know that they're only using me to satisfy their own lust, the pleasure that they give me in return is worth any shame I might feel in being their cum slut."

Despite my being appalled by what I was viewing as well as her words I could no more tear my eyes from the screen then I could pluck them out. Especially during the times when with a blissful look on her face as a negro or negro's were driving their penises into her like savage beast she would put the DVD in slow motion then descriptively narrate what it had felt like as they had fucked her like a bitch dog in heat before filling her cunt or asshole, and in one case both simultaneously, with their hot thick cum.

By the time Margaret retracted the second disk my breath was coming in quick shallow gasp. I honestly felt as if I were hyperventilating. It took me several minutes to realize that Margaret's face was a hairs breadth from mine and that she was talking to me. But before her words made any sense to my fogged brain her lips descended on mine.

I felt myself falling backwards onto her bed; felt her hands cup then gently squeeze my breast as her tongue lightly fluttered over my lips as if encouraging them to open. No. This was wrong. This was so wrong, and yet the flame that had been smoldering within me as I had watched her videos and listened to her descriptive narration flared to life like a roaring bonfire. A moan of surrender issued from my lips as they parted allowing her tongue to slither between them.

My hands slid about her to lightly glide over her back before timidly moving around to her breast. But even as my hands did so hers moved feather like down across my stomach to my skirt covered thigh. Harder, more demandingly she began to kiss me as her fingers inched my skirt upward until it was nearly about my waist. Lightly, ever so lightly, that at first I thought it was my imagination, her fingers danced over my inner thighs before moving upwards.

Without thought or inhibition my legs opened to her caresses. A gurgling groan welled in my throat as her fingers touched then began to lightly rub over the dampness of my panties. Shifting slightly I wormed my left hand beneath her then around to the back of her head entwining my fingers in her dark chestnut hair. Then together with pulling her face tighter to mine I began kissing her as hungrily, as passionately as she was me. Like two duelist our tongues thrust and parried before momentarily withdrawing then renewing the attack with even more vigor.

My hand slid from her breast downward to her skirt covered thigh but unlike her I did not gradually work her skirt higher, I simply slipped my hand beneath her little mini skirt and between her legs. For a micro second rational thought broke through the cloud of arousal smothering my brain as her fingers wormed beneath the leg band of my panties searching for then finding my honey dew moistened lips. But the message it tried to convey went unheeded as her finger rubbed over my clit.

A gurgling groan of passion burst from my lips: When had she stopped kissing me? I wondered as she rubbed over my clit before pushing not one but two fingers between my hair lined lips. I could feel her hot breath against my ear, hear her soft taunting words but it took an eternity for what she was saying to make sense as together with her fingers moving in and out of me my hips jerked from the bed to meet them. Taunts of instead of her fingers reaming my nasty smelly snatch black cocks were, of when one had satisfied himself another then another and still another would push their long hard black cock's into me filled my brain.

Her vivid descriptive that I like her would be a black cock whore, that dozens upon dozens of blacks would pleasure themselves with my white body shamed yet thrilled me. Taunts that I would plead, that I would beg to be their slut, their whore; promises that they would grant my wishes, that they would use my mouth, my nasty black cock loving cunt, my asshole whenever and how so ever they wished filled my addled brain to overflowing.

Shamefully in answer to her taunts, her promises my hips jerked and quivered in a dance as old as time and repeated soulful hisses of yes, oh Godddd yessssss issued from between my trembling lips. Margaret's videos flickered on the backs of my fluttering eyelids, but it wasn't her that was being animalisticly, savagely used by score upon score of black men it was me. It was me that was groaning lustfully and repeatedly pleading for them to shove their beautiful black cock's into me as with ever more vivid detail she told how they would.

Then words, visions were lost to me as a blinding light more powerful then if I had looked directly at the sun filled my brain. Minutes, hours later the mush jokingly called my brain began to come to life. Even before I opened my eyes my face flushed in shame at what I had allowed to happen. I dreaded looking at her. Would she mock me? I didn't know. As my eyes slowly opened her face was hovering above me. On her pretty young face was a look of tenderness, of concern, possible even love. Or was it something else that I saw.... lust perhaps?

As my brain pulled itself out of what I imagined a drug induced stupor might be like I realized that she was softly talking but it seemed like an eternity before her words finally began to make sense. No I couldn't take them! If my husband were to find them he would think me sick or perverted, or more then likely both. But her misty eye plea for me to take them, to hide them so that her husband couldn't post them on the internet was more then I could bare and I gave in.

Hardly had we gathered up the photos and then they along with the two disk were secreted in my purse then Robert staggered drunkenly through the door. Thanking them for the lovely evening I rushed from their house without trying to raise suspicion on Robert's part. How I made it home I'll never know for all I could see before me was a replay of what had transpired in her bedroom.

A good part of the next day was spent with Margaret where to my relief not only did she not bring up our lovemaking but I discovered that her husband hadn't missed either the photographs or the DVD's as I had feared would be the case. Then to my shock and surprise she opened her briefcase and took out a large thick envelope along with two other DVD's and pressed them into my hand.

She begged me to take them saying that she had hidden them away months earlier but that now with his threat about the internet he might find them, especially if he couldn't immediately lay his hands on the ones she had already given me. I tried to make her understand that if every photo and DVD were to suddenly disappear not only would he get mad at her but in all probability try to cause trouble for me. But just as she did in her professional life when she heard something she didn't like she ignored what I had said.

Not even my saying that more then likely he had every picture, every DVD on their home computer swayed her. She just simply refused to belief that but for the photographs and DVD's which were now in my possession any copies existed. Then like a stream going round a boulder our conversation took a whole new direction and before I knew it I had agreed to go shopping with her Saturday.

At home that evening when as usual Jonathan didn't arrive home an hour after his business day should have ended instead of eating dinner alone as I was doing more often as of late I retired to our bedroom. Opening my briefcase I took out the latest packet she had given me tumbling its contents onto the bed. The photos were very much like the others that she had given me earlier except that in these she was not always totally naked.

In fact in most of them she was wearing a skirt that was so short that you really couldn't call it such along with a tank top. The ultra short frilly skirt was about her waist and her tank top, even though her arms were still in the sleeves, was flipped back over her head so that her breast hung free. In the few in which she wasn't wearing a skirt she was wearing either a chemise or baby doll that was so sheer, so skimpy as to be almost non existent.

In spite of my being aghast that in each photo no fewer then three negro's were pictured with her I had to admit that the photographs were even more erotic, more arousing then the others had been. Perhaps it was because she was wearing clothes, albeit very skimpy and revealing ones. Or was my arousal because that in each photo it was all to apparent by the toothy grins on the faces of the negro's with her that she was indeed pleasuring them.

Dropping the photo in which she was astraddle one negro with another before and behind her I pulled out then inserted one of the disc into the DVD player. As the DVD started I settled back on the bed where after hiking up my skirt I pulled off my panties. The first DVD concerned a pizza delivery man who, after having pleasured himself, called a dozen of his friends inviting them to do the same. In the second DVD the story line was a little better and involved a seven man lawn care crew.

Understandably the subtle nuances and details of each story line was not fully grasped in my first playing of the DVD's. But after several more viewings each story line was implanted in my brain as surely as if it had been branded there. The latest two DVD's, just as the others were wont to do, not only filled my dreams at night but my lapses at work as well. Sometimes though it was not Margaret's face or body that I saw amongst that scores of negro's, nor was it her lustful moans or wanton pleas that I heard, it was mine.

I knew it was wrong to spend so much time with her but I honestly thought that I was helping her. I mean I was holding photographs and DVD's that she'd said her husband had threatened to post on the internet and as far as I knew she was no longer associating with negro's in any form or fashion. Saturday's became our day together. Most of the day was spent at the mall where together with window shopping, most often in shops displaying skimpy and or provocative clothing without understanding why I modeled different, sometimes downright sinful outfits for Margaret.

That I sometimes bought an outfit that she particularly gushed over was understandable as I wanted to please her. After all for the remainder of our time together on our special day we spent it together in her bed. During both Margaret often teased me about negro's who she insisted were eyeing me as if they wanted to fuck me. Our lovemaking was like nothing I had ever experienced before and I couldn't seem to get enough of her.

It was on our third Saturday together that at her insistence I wore my first mini skirt. It was not one of the run of the mill ones that I had purchased and left in her closet and which I often wore when with her but a truly sinful one. The difference, well the difference was that unlike most of the others which could be worn in public and even at work without men openly propositioning a women the skirt Margaret chose for me was one that a street walker might wear. That she wore one exactly like it somewhat relieved my trepidation about dressing thus in public.

Did I say mini skirt? Let me rephrase its description then. It was a micro mini that was in truth little more then maybe eight inches of cloth that draped from my hips and was so tight as to appear painted on. Forget about wearing a garter belt and stockings such as I normally wore unless you truly wanted to look like a street walker but Margaret had thought of that too.

In their place she presented me with, and which she herself also wore, was a pair of thigh high stockings that were high enough that the skirt just did cover the frilly lace elastic band. As for panties both of us wore a G-string that was little more the a patch of cloth that just did cover our lips.

The ensemble was completed with a blouse which though not so shear as to be transparent was nearly so. Neither of us wore a bra but because I had never done such a thing before I did try several on but in every case they were plainly visible and made me look even more like a woman screaming I'm a slut fuck me. Did I feel sinful? Yes, but not so sinful that when the two of us were walking around the mall that I carelessly, let alone sometimes intentionally, flashed myself as Margaret did.

Never the less she teased me relentlessly. They can smell you Sherri. They're like mongrel dogs that can smell a bitch in heat, and you girl, despite how much I enjoy our time together, and whether or not you want to admit it, need a man. I don't mean that uncaring, ungrateful bastard of a husband that could care less about your needs either. No girly what you need is someone to fuck you silly and there ain't one of them darkies what's been eyeing you that wouldn't want to be the one.

But it was later when with her arms about me holding me tight after a torrid session of pleasuring each other that her softly whispered expletives became much more descriptive. That she was setting me up should have been apparent but what with my almost daily viewing of her pictures as well as her DVD's along with our Saturday love making bouts I was blind to the obvious. In truth though it wasn't just those incidents that were pushing me closer to the inevitable. Part of it, though I didn't want to admit it, was my job.

My constant dealings and closeness with negro men of all ages throughout the week was having an effect on me that I had never before had. At times they had but to smile at me and together with my shoulders quivering slightly as if from a chill a heat such as I hadn't known since my wedding night would flare to life between my legs. At such times visions of him laying atop me, driving his dark cock powerfully even animalisticaly into me would push everything else from my brain.

Yet my first extramarital affair wasn't with a negro, it was with Margaret's husband. It was during our fourth Saturday together. Though Margaret and I again wore truly sinful outfits, they didn't match. The outfit that she picked for me to wear looked more like an abbreviated girl scout uniform then anything else.

The hip hugging pleated micro mini skirt was girl scout green with a white two and a half inch waist band making its total length roughly seven, certainly no more then eight inches. The short sleeve tie front halter top blouse was white with girl scout green collar and cuffs. Was I self conscious as we strolled about the mall, yes. But at the same time the blatant lust filled stares from males ranging from as young as maybe ten to old men so old they shuffled along excited and aroused me. Several times mutterings that if I were selling girl scout cookies they'd buy every fucking one burned my ears and added to the dampness soaking my G-string.

Margaret of course had heard the remarks and had teased me relentlessly. Most of her snickering jibs centered around the negro's mutterings, which in truth were the majority of shoppers. Giggling like a silly teenager she said with me dressed as I was, like a woman looking to get laid, that it was a lucky thing that she was with me to beat off the men.

Then cocking her head toward a group of perhaps seven teenagers that even I had noticed were sneaking glances at us while muttering among themselves she put her lips to my ear and softly whispered especially them horny little shits. Their eyeing you as if they want to take you right here in the middle of the food court and to hell with who might want to watch or join in screwing me after they had all shoved their hard young cock's into me.

Her soft hot breath caressing my ear as well as the vivid scenario she was painting sent a shiver racing up my spine. Hell sweetheart, wouldn't surprise me none if them young Mandigo's weren't trying to figure out a way to get you back to their crib so the other twenty, thirty members of their gang could enjoy your tight white body too. Though I tried to look anywhere but at the youths that she was talking about I could not stop myself from time and again staring at them.

Heat like that of a blow torch held to close to the skin flared from between my legs spreading upward through me. My breath quickened adding to the sensitivity of my nipples against the thin material of my blouse and a soft throaty purr rumbled from my throat as she hissed God damn one of them' just pulled out a cellphone. Come on we better leave, unless of course you want twenty or so young bucks slamming black meat to you.

As she pulled me to my feet and out of the food court flashes of me atop the table, my halter top untied and to either side of my heaving pert breast and my pleated micro mini about my waist as first one and then another the seven black teenagers as well as all their friends were satiated filled my brain. Arousal such as that which I felt when while alone at night I would insert one of her disc into the DVD player surged through me.

Being in public as we were though I could not relieve myself as I did in the privacy of my bedroom and it was beginning to drive me nuts. The dampness between my legs was such that it felt as if I had pissed myself. Not even a trip to the public bathroom were I spent more time then was needed relieved the tension building in me.

The smell of sex wafting about me like a cloud was so strong that I feared others could smell my arousal. But Margaret who more then anyone should have been aware of my predicament seemed oblivious to it. I wanted to go home and if not able to make love to my husband at least relieve myself while watching one of Margaret's DVD's much as I had been doing nearly every night since receiving them. But that outlet was denied me. Still though I knew that relief would come when Margaret and I were once more alone and in her bed.

What seemed like a life time later but in reality was less then a half hour we were in bed and in each others arms. when we finally came up for air Margaret slipped from her clothes but at her insistence with the exception of removing my G-string and untying my halter top I remained clothed. Seconds later I was kneeling between Margaret's legs lapping, tonguing, kissing her smooth sweet smelling pussy while she, between gasp and purrs of pleasure, taunted me about the seven young negro's who had made it all to obvious that they were following us as we had walked about the mall when I felt someone climb onto the bed behind me.

Only Margaret's fingers twisting into my long reddish blond hair prevented me from raising my head and twisting about as a hand ran over my buttocks. For long minutes the hands teased me, toyed with me eliciting muffled gasp of pleasure and arousal while I ever more reverently kissed and lapped Margaret's sweet pussy. A finger then two pushed into my wet opening and began to slowly saw in and out. My breathing increased, became shallow quick gasp as rippling waves of pleasure washed through me.

Not until Margaret's voice demanding that I eat her snatch filled my ears did I realize that I had quit doing so. But even as I renewed my tonguing of her she gasped out he's going to pleasure you Sherri, he's going to stick his big dick in your hungry needy cunt and fuck you like you've never been fucked. Once he rams his big hard dick to you you'll be a slave to his cock for life. Like me you'll be his slut, his fuck toy to use however he wishes. And Sherri, my sweet sweet Sherri, he'll see to it that you get all the nigger cock you could possibly want and then some.

As strange as it might seem even as the hands adjusted my posterior it was not fear that gripped me, it was.... excitement. Though she hadn't said who was behind me in my minds eye I pictured the young negro who had first used her. As my unseen lover pushed the spongy head of his cock to my slit together with a choked gasp of pleasure unimaginable pictures of depravity flashed through my mind.

With a clarity and sharpness as if the image were on a movie screen I saw the young negro kneeing behind me, saw his dark hands adjusting me, positioning me to best use me. But it was the half dozen or so negro's that my minds eye saw standing behind him waiting their turn to use me that even as the head of his cock splayed my lips and entered me sent a small orgasm rippling through me.

My mind screamed at the length and breadth of him as his cock stretched me, pushed deeper into me then even my wildest fantasizes had conjured. But it wasn't a scream of anguish or pain, it was a scream of joy, of glory in knowing that he and countless others of his kind would use me just as they did Margaret to satisfy their lust. With each rhythmic pumping of my lovers loins his long thick cock bored deeper into me and in response my mouth pressed tighter into Margaret's leaking pussy.

Muffled repeated sobs of yes, oh God yes bubbled from my throat as the unseen cock stretched me, sank deeper into me. Margaret's gasp and whimpers of pleasure as my mouth, my tongue, endeavored to give her the same pleasure that I was feeling almost drowned out the gravely voice of the man behind me. Yet my lust addled brain retained enough sensibility to somehow separate and obediently comply with the masculine voices demands.

Together with twisting and rolling my hips I masochistically pushed back to meet the long deep thrust of the cock boring into me. My clit was aflame as with each deep forward thrust the blood engorged hunk of male virility brushed over it. Repeated and intensifying orgasm's rippled through me as together with graveled grunts of oh yea thats it, thats it you nasty cock slut, fuck that dick, fuck it you nasty cum slut issuing from the mans mouth he began to drive ever faster, ever harder into me.

Almost indecipherable moans of pleasure along with whimpers of yes, oh yes baby, use the slut's nasty cunt, cum in her, fill her with your hot jazz baby, do it baby, do it as well as other rambling mutterings issued from Margaret's mouth. As if in response to her taunts and urgings grunts like that of a wild beast came from behind me as along with the mans fingers tightening vise like on my thin waist he thrust into me even faster and harder.

Then suddenly so close it was almost simultaneous, together with Margaret's fingers yanking my hair and grinding her dripping pussy to my face my unseen lover thrust into and held himself to me one last time. As Margaret's juices splashed over my face my lover emptied his hot thick spunk into the burning bubbling cauldron between my legs. A micro second later my brain melted as my own orgasm exploded through me.

Why I didn't collapse like a rag doll when minutes later he pulled from me I don't know. Instead with body still vibrating like a tuning fork from the continuous small orgasms slamming into my brain I wiggled my exposed and cum drenched loins in open invitation for the others to use me. Rambling disjointed mutterings for the next one, for all of them, to fuck me, to fill my white whore cunt with their nigger cum tumbled from my cum smeared lips. But before what I knew for certain was about to happen like a watch whose battery had wound down darkness slowly engulfed me and I collapsed between Margaret's thighs.

The last thing I remember hearing was male laughter and mocking derision that I was a real cum slut, that brothers would be lining up six deep to breed my trashy white ass. Later when consciousness returned and my brain began to function I found myself stretched out facing Margaret. Margaret's arms were about me and so to was the white arm of the lover I hadn't seen. For a moment I lay there in Margaret's arms basking in the glow of a woman throughly satisfied with my lovers limp cum smeared cock pressed against my bottom and then it hit me, white.

Twisting my head I looked back and up into the smiling face of Margaret's husband Robert who was propped up on one elbow. As I stared dumbstruck and disbelieving into his face he snickered suck me Mrs. Rhodes, suck your pimps pleasure giving cock and get me hard so's I can have another go at your tight cock loving snatch as his fingers closed on then began rolling and lightly pinching my left nipple. For a second as consciousness stirred in my brain disappointment followed closely by shame reared its ugly head.

Whether the feeling was because it had not been a negro but Margaret's husband who had so throughly used me I'm not certain. But the thought struck me that if I was going to cheat on my husband it would have been better to have done so with someone other then the husband of my lesbian lover.

More confusing though was that if Robert could please a woman as throughly as he had me how was it possible that a young negro could intimidate him. Had it all been a lie. A ruse to lull me to what they had all along planed until it was to late. As I lay there pondering what to believe it was a moment before I realized that Margaret's eyes were open and that she was smiling at me.

"Are you disappointed Sherri? Are you disappointed that instead of a group of young darkies fucking you it was my husband? Well don't worry my pretty little slut, Robert will see to it that the next time and every time after this it'll be just as you want. But before that happens you need to do as he said, so be a good little slut and roll over. That's it Mrs. Rhodes, that's it you nasty cock whore suck him, make him hard so he can fuck your nasty snatch again."

As I obediently rolled over and after some adjustment took her husband's cum smeared nearly eight plus inch cock into my mouth the thought that I shouldn't be doing this, that I shouldn't be letting the husband of my lesiban lover command me flitted through my brain. Yet slavishly without another word from him, or her for that matter, I sucked, slobbered and kissed his limp manhood until it again stood tall and proud.

Hardly had his hard heavy length slipped from my saliva filled warm mouth then he pushed me onto my back. With a mirth filled chuckle he hooked his arms beneath my thighs while at the same time crawling atop me. Without ceremony, and with my legs wide apart and almost to my breast, with Margaret's assistance he lunged forcefully into me.

As he time and again and repeatedly lunged into me words that like his wife I was his whore to do with as he pleased filled my ears. For a moment my groans of pleasure, of lust at being so soundly fucked and the slapping of naked flesh against naked flesh drowned his words. But then slowly, ever so slowly, through the mush jokingly called my brain his depraved ramblings again came to me.

Guttural rants that like his wife's my nasty cock hungry holes were his to do with as he wished; that like her I would be a cum dump for dozens, for hundreds of niggers and that he would video tape every hard black cock thrusting into me slammed into my brain like a speeding hundred car freight train and shamefully I gasped affirmation.

Not even his promise that my video's would appear alongside those of his wife's on the web site "The Social Worker" which was already up and running stilled my stuttering screams of yes, oh God yes. Nor did they still my pleas for him to make me his slut, his white trash whore to be freely and repeatedly used by countless nigger's of his choosing. A hundred other promises affirming my supplication to him, to willingly, eagerly obey his every wish or command no matter how depraved or demeaning spilled from my lips as time and again and ever more rapidly and harder his powerful long thick cock beat against my womb.

As the nerve sensors in my brain rapidly tripped one after the other like blown circuit breakers at a power station, and brilliant explosions of light like that of whole galaxies winking out of existence, only dimly did I hear his mirth filled chuckle of your gonna be a star Mrs. Rhodes. A God damn black cock loving cum slut star.

;                      A. G. Thomas




As I watched George's wife from the corner of my eye I wished, oh to hell with what I wished cause there was no way in hell it was ever going to happen. But damn it Latisha was one fine looking woman, and negro or not, living in the south or not, if I could somehow get her in bed I wouldn't give a shit what any of my redneck inbred fucking friends might say. But my chances of that happening were slim to none as I was white, well not just white but ugly as sin as well.

Fact is I take quite a lot of ribbing about being the stereotypical big, dumb hillbilly and I guess in a way that does describe me to a tee. Except I'm not dumb! Big yes, but not dumb. Why George even took a liking to me I can only imagine, but I'm glad he did. More then once being his friend kept me from getting my ass kicked and not just negro's either.

In bar room brawls for instance race doesn't usually come into play. What usually does is gang up on what is perceived to be the biggest dumbest fucker there, me. And this is how I pay him back, by fantasizing about fucking his wife. No, not just fantasizing about fucking her but loving her.

As I looked at my cards again and then doubled the bet Latisha bent over my shoulder putting another beer beside me. Her small firm tits brushed against my shoulder and her heady scent and closeness made my nine inch cock jump to attention. In that second all I could think of was that I sure was glad no one could see under the table.

Stammering like a love sick puppy I thanked her for the beer but her reply was drowned by her husband sudden laughing declaration that I had a crush on her. I must have blushed like a school kid who'd been caught looking up some girls skirt as the other players all turned and looked at me. For a second you could of heard a pin drop and then four other voices joined George's in laughter.

I was so embarrassed felt like crawling under the table. Telling him to shut up I took a half hearted swing at him hoping like hell no one had noticed that I hadn't denied it. But George and everyone else quite laughing when she said that was sweet. For a heartbeat the other players attention shifted from me to her as continuing to lean against me she absently ran her long fingers through my shaggy crop of hair.

In the next instant the silence was broken as together with staring into her husbands face she musical intoned maybe now that another man found her attractive he'd pay a little more attention to her. I wanted to believe it was more to tick off her husband then to show affection to me she cradled my pug ugly face in her hands and pressed her lips to mine. But as our lips came together hers parted slightly and her tongue fluttered lightly over mine.

A golden goddess. A 12 plus on a scale of 1 to 10 standing maybe 5 feet 7 inches and weighing around 109 pounds with measurements that I guessed to be 34 x 21 x 33. In my book a perfect figure and to me the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm sure a lot of guys probably thought she was skinny and small busted, but like I said, to me she was the perfect woman.

I know George was always saying she wasn't breeding stock, too damn skinny. Breeding stock needed some meat on their bone's, something to hold onto, whereas women like his wife were for show. Why did I say golden? Well because her perfect smooth skin was a soft honey color giving her the appearance of a suntanned white woman. She might not have been quite as beautiful as Halle Berry, but put them side by side they could have passed for sisters. And like Halle somewhere in her family's past there must have been at  least one white person.

God but she was beautiful,. She had the looks and a body I could love and hold forever if given half a chance. I tried to imagine how marvelous it would feel to hold and fondle her, to have my lips on her perfect breast and to nibble on her nipples. But what really got to me was her long shapely legs and her tight perfectly shaped ass.

Oh sweet fucking Jesus that really got to me. I would beat my meat for what seemed like hours as dream like visions of her with her long shapely legs wrapped tightly about me. More then once I might have filled a glass with cum as visions of her bucking and writhing beneath my sweaty overweight pale body filled my head. What I most often fantasied about though, and what really got my nuts in an uproar, was dreams of her pleading for me to shove my cock into her and fuck her like her husband never had.

An hour later as the game ended, and I was about to help my best friend straighten up Latisha put her hand in mine asking if I'd come to the kitchen and help her clean up the evenings mess. Looking stupidly at George he only chuckled telling me to go with my girlfriend and that he and the others would clean up. Her fingers entwined with mine and her light voice urged me to follow saying she had something that needed my attention.

Once through the kitchen door I noticed it was spotless, nothing out of place and as the door closed behind us I stood there stupidly with my back against it asking what needed my attention when she whimsically said she wanted to thank me for being so sweet. As I stood there bashful and stuttering my mind began playing tricks on me. I imagined that instead of her telling me how sweet I was she instead had thrown her arms about my neck and kissed me.

Seconds later my fantasy became realty. Stunned I simply stood there as her lips met mine but as her tongue probed at my lips and then entered my mouth I began shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. As instinct took over my tongue lashed out to met hers and for a moment as our mouths mashed together I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. My hands, which had been on her waist slowly rose and as they came into contact with her pert small breast my fingers began to knead, caress and tweak her nipples into hard nubs of arousal. From the other room muted laughter and voices came to me and then I forgot all about my best friend and the others as her soft moan of pleasure drowned everything else out.

All to quickly though the vivid fantasy was over. With difficulty my eyes focused on her standing before me saying something I hadn't heard let alone understood. When I continued to stare at her stupidly she surprised me by rising up on her tip toes and putting her lips to my ear. Her warm breath against my ear as she whispered that she wanted, needed to see me sent shivers up my spine.

Dumbfounded I stood looking into her eyes searching for any ray of mirth or hint that she was playing some game. Seeing none I stammered like a school boy nothing would make me happier. Opening the door she pushed me through loudly thanking me for being such a gentleman while under her breath she said she'd call me tomorrow.

I could hardly sleep that evening and by the morning I was a wreak. I must have looked even grubber then I normally did for George kept poking fun at me. He must have asked me a couple of dozen times if after the card game I'd visited Sylvia. I ignored him but if truth be told she was the whore that I spent most of my money on. After work instead of going out for a beer with the guys I rushed home.  On the way home I kept thinking how stupid I was for thinking that Latashia would bother with someone like me, and if I could have kicked myself in the ass I would have.

As I entered my small five room house the phone was ringing. Thinking that it might be George or one of the others I picked it up and without waiting for them to say anything I growled I didn't feel like partying and to stop bothering me. Slamming the phone down I went into the bathroom where just as I'd removed my clothes the phone began ringing again. I was really pissed as without bothering to even wrap a towel about me I stomped from the bathroom to answer the phone.

As I picked it up the thought that whoever it had been must have hung up as there was only silence on the line. But just as I was about to slam the phone down thinking the guys were playing games I heard soft breathing, Latashia? As I stood there naked hanging onto the phone as if it were a life line and breathing as if I'd run 10 miles her soft musical voice asked why I'd hung up on her and then she was telling me she was right outside and to let her in.

Forgetting that I hadn't a stitch on, was all sweaty and smelly from a hard day of work and not even thinking that hearing her voice had given me a raging hard on I strode to the door throwing it open just as she lightly tapped on it, God she was beautiful. She was wearing a dress I'd only seen her in once before, one that when she'd worn it I couldn't keep my eyes off her. It was a short little thing, bright yellow in color with hardly enough material to be classified a dress.

It was one of those off the shoulder things that was form fitted and tight over her breast, small waist and full hips with a none existing back that if it hadn't started up again at her waist you could have seen her butt crack. It flared ever so slightly around a hem that just barely covered the tops of her stockings which I assumed was to allow her easy movement when she walked. All of this I took in in an instant, but then the wide eyed look of astonishment on her face and her nervous giggle brought me back to my senses. I tried vainly to cover my nakedness without much luck while stammering I was sorry.

Stepping inside she closed the door and then to my surprise she pulled my hands aside pressing her body to mine huskily whispering that she could see I was glad to see her. I tried to tell her I was hot and sweaty, that I needed a shower but her lips against mine silenced me. She tasted and smelled like honey suckle and my mind swam with heady thoughts of sex as I held her tightly kissing and fondling her. Before I realized it had happened I had picked her up and carried her to my bed where a heart beat later and with soft whimpering words of encouragement from her I had stripped her of the skimpy dress.

With but the sheerest of pale pink lacy bra and bikini panties covering her she lay back stretching seductively as I sat on the edge of the bed worshipfully gazing at her. I had to be dreaming I mumbled to myself. There was just no way the Goddess of my dreams could be laying on my bed. In the next moment her soft graceful hand touched my naked thigh and then her fingers closed, or tried to, around my pulsing manhood.

Despite my wanting nothing better then to climb atop her I came to my senses enough to tell her I needed a shower. But her only answer was to squeeze me tighter and then to twist about on the bed till her face was inches from my crotch. Soft mummers that I smelled just fine, that I smelled like a man went almost unrecognized as her tongue flicked out lightly touching the tip of my prick. Her warm breath felt like a heat wave on my dick and balls and I swear I grew another inch both in length and girth.

I honestly thought I was going to have a heart attack as her lips pressed against the tip of my dick. With quick loving smacks she kissed the head of my cock while at the same time her tongue tickled and probed at my piss slit. Her hand had never left my prick and now as her other began caressing my testicles it squeezed and stroked my cock like a farmers would if he were milking a cow. Mesmerized I watched as her lips parted and then closed over the thick knob of my cock.

Rising to her knees she bent over me taking even more of me into her sweet mouth. Together with rolling my heavy balls with one hand she continued to stroke and massage my dick with the other. At the same time she was doing so she began slowly bobbing her head and purring softly along with taking another inch or so between her lips. Brushing her hair aside so that I could see her pretty face better as she worked and slaved over my dick I almost shot my wad as her soft red lips met her hand.

Releasing me her hand slid down to my sweaty thigh squeezing it and thus allowing her unhampered freedom to my dick. Her face turned slightly and her eyes, twinkling like two stars, looked into mine as soft mumbled words I couldn't understand came from around the thick knob of my cock.  

Her mumbling becoming louder, more insistent and her hands rose to my chest pushing me back onto my bed.  As my back hit my bed she straddled my face. Only then did it dawn on me what her mumbling had been about and I didn't hesitate for a moment. With eager fingers I worked her frilly lace panties down and off and a ragged breath later my face was buried in her snatch.

Like a dog lapping water from a stream my tongue lapped at her moistness as if it were the nectar of life. When it was that she released my cock and rolled onto her back I don't know neither did I care. Though like any other man I liked having my cock sucked I was to interested in my own labor of love to care if she was returning the favor.

Lifting her slight body and repositioning her further onto the bed I again lowered my face between legs. Her moans of pleasure, her soft vows of love were like music to my ears as she ground her sweet smelling pussy against my face.

A lifetime later along with tugging on my ears she laboriously whimpered make love to me Mikie, make love to me like George never has. Slowly crawling up over her I held myself aloft like a recruit about to do pushups for his Marine drill sergeant. A heartbeat later her fingers were guiding me to the promised land. A place that even in my wildest dreams I had never thought I would feel about me.

As her legs parted and then entwined about me my dick slowly ever so slowly sank into her hot welcoming pussy. Her lips against my ear breathing words of love and of the need for a strong caring man tickled my ear like music. If I hadn't loved her before at that instant I loved her beyond all reason.

Forgotten was the fact that she was the wife of my best friend as together we slowly began to move against each other. My own words of love mixed with hers almost like a song as for a lifetime we slowly and tenderly enjoyed each other. Though we each had a mad need for the other our love making was not urgent.

At least it wasn't until in combination with her scream of ecstasy and a trembling of her petite body against mine my testicles erupted. Like a volcano erupting my cum exploded from my balls rushing upward like lava through my pulsing cock to flood her womb.

For an eternity we held each other whispering words of love, of affection and then once again we made love. That was several years and many secret rendezvous ago and though I still think of George as my best friend and continue to visit his house for the twice monthly card games that's not the real reason that I go.

You see there are three beautiful daughters who in every way are the spitting image of their mother. Daughters who bring a smile to my lips every time I see them, and it's not because I'm their God father either.

r the trees. But even as those thoughts rattled about in my brain Franks words wedged into my consciousness.

What's that Frank? You want to know what's bothering me! Yea like you don't know, right buddy. My best friend, my good buddy and you haven't noticed my wife's carrying on. I suppose next your going to tell me that you haven't seen her sashaying around in shit that would make a two bit whore blush. Yea like I really believe that Frank.

Oh those changes, and you whole heartily approve. Well thats real white of you mother fucker. Oh you think it's about time she wore something more feminine, more sexy. What's that, you think she looks more --- more --- more what? What the fuck do you think she looks more of Frank, what huh? More like the loving wife I married or like a God damn cheap street walker? What do you think she looks more of God damn it?

Calm down, you want me to calm down! Fuck you I shouted as I slammed the glass down spilling what little was left of my drink in the process. Pushing away from the bar I got drunkenly to my feet staggering backwards before gaining my equilibrium. Composing myself I slowly turned and headed toward the exit, but before I'd taken three steps Frank caught me and steered me into a booth.

From across the room snickering laughter made its way into the fogged recesses of my numbed brain. With eyes blurry from drink I looked across the dimly lit bar searching for the source and reason of laughter. Then my eyes focused on the booth over by the juke box and the three negro's sitting there. The sons of bitches weren't even trying to disguise their amusement.

Pushing myself to my feet I shouted "What the hell are you laughing at you fucking ....." But before I could get the rest out Frank clamped a hand over my mouth muffling the rest of my rant. I didn't blame him, not really. I mean he may be six feet two but he's as skinny as a rail. For another, I suspect he knew what I was about to say and he didn't want either of our asses kicked. Well not his anyway.

I wouldn't have blamed him none if he'd of turned and walked away, what with the way I was acting. But Frank and I go way back. Hell, we grew up together. Lived on the same block in fact. Same grade school, same high school, same collage. Shit we even did a stint in the Air National Guard together.

Fact is it was Frank who'd introduced Regina to me. Good old match maker Frank. And when we'd gotten married a few months later it had been Frank who'd been my best man. Hell he'd been so proud you'd of thought it was him that was marrying Regina instead of me. Now I wish it had been.

Anyway as I stood there ranting into Franks hand and gesturing wildly at the negro's one of them stood and began to move our way. Hissing at me to shut my mouth Frank pushed me toward the door. Glancing back over his shoulder at the approaching mountain he apologetically said they shouldn't take offense, that I was drunk and didn't know what I was saying.

Truth was I was both so pissed and so drunk that I didn't give a shit if they took offense or not. Turning about I screamed "Well how bout it nigger, are you fucking her too? Huh nigger, are you. How bout your "Bros.;" over there "Nigger?" They shoving their "Big Black Dicks" into my whore wife too?"

Like ripples in a pond his face went from barely hidden amusement to anger then finally incredulous as my accusation was hurled at him. Swaying drunkenly I staggered back to the booth realizing as I did so that I had been wrong to accuse him and his friends. But the words were out and I couldn't take them back. Like a little boy I covered my face with my hands not giving a shit about the old saying that men don't cry.

A hand touched my shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze as a voice thick with a New England accent said he was sorry to hear I suspected my old lady of screwing around. That he didn't blame me for loosing it but that I should be careful about using the "N" word cause others less understanding might take offense.

Raising my head I looked up through tear stained blurry eyes at the negro standing over me. He looked maybe 6' 4" and every bit of 260 pounds and though my brain was numb from drink I knew he could have squashed me as easily as I could have a bug.

His face was hard to read but I got the impression he was honestly concerned as he asked if maybe I wanted to talk about it. Without replying I slid deeper into the booth making room for him.

Frank, his face showing total disbelief at the revelation I had just hurled in the negro's face, slid into the booth across from me. His voice, though barely above a whisper sounded abnormally loud in the suddenly silent bar as he repeatedly muttered "I don't believe it. Mike's wrong, he has to be wrong, she loves him."

For a minute no one said a word except Frank who, like a broken record kept muttering "No way man, not Regina. She loves him to fucking much. She'd never cheat on him, especially not with a nig .... I mean negro."

As I opened my mouth to reply the other two negro's squeezed into our booth wanting to know why their friend had chosen to sit with us. At first no one said a word then the negro beside me muttered to his friends that my wife was cheating on me.

Their answer was rollicking laughter that shit like that happened all the time. I wasn't fully aware of what was going on around me but when their laughter faded to silence my guess was that it was because the negro who was sitting beside me had given his friends a stony look.

I don't know which of them signaled the bar maid but suddenly she was standing at our booth. After ordering drinks all around the three negro's introduced themselves. In addition to their names I also learned that our new acquaintance's, were all ex-football players. That despite their past rivalry they were now in business together.

They owned a large security company. Among their customers were banks, the presidents of such organizations, as well as nearly every movie star living on the east coast. After a prolonged silence in which I struggled with myself about telling my story to men who were not only strangers but also black I began.

Regina and I met almost eleven months ago when Frank who is on the school board introduced us. After a short whirlwind romance which lasted maybe four months we got married.

Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my wallet. Fumbling clumsily I extracted the wedding picture I always carried and passed it to Reginald. As the picture moved around the table I studied the negro's reaction. I thought I saw a gleam in their eyes but wasn't sure.

I mean I could hardly hold my head upright let alone see straight so I couldn't be sure. Never the less their nods and soft whistles of approval as they looked at her beautiful face and trim figure brought a smile to my face despite my drunkenness and the hurt I felt. Taking a sip of my rum and coke I continued.

No my wife isn't a teacher, she's the Principle over at Loveless High. And yes I guess you can say that she is kinda young for the job. I mean shit when we were going to school I don't think any of us had a teacher as young or as good looking as her. Am I right?

As for having a Principle that looked like her well forget about it cause that only happens in fairy tales or sex videos. Me, oh I'm the President and owner of Ultimate Pools and Spas.

My head started to droop at that moment but Reginald shook me and my head jerked upright. For a second I wondered where I was and who the hell these negro's were sitting with me. Then my drink numbed brain recalled that I had been telling them about my wife.

As my eyes dropped to the picture of my wife a dark hand lifted it from the table. MY eyes followed the hand as it brought it closer to Jerome's face. A closer look, I didn't blame him. Then he looked at me and for a moment I saw in his eyes his desire to get her in bed. Dropping the picture he muttered nice figure, photogenic.

I didn't dwell on either her petite 109 5 foot 6 inch 34 X 21 X 33 figure or her beauty. To do so would have been to much like bragging. Besides, both were apparent in the photo that now lay before me on the table. As I looked down into her lightly freckled smiling face outlined by shimmering waves of light red hair that fell a good six inches below her shoulders a lump formed in my throat.

Swallowing the lump that threatened to choke me I slurred that it was three weeks ago that I first noticed a change in her. You see I hadn't been home much over the last four, five months. I'd been working my ass off opening three new satellites offices. One each in Birmingham and Mobile and another right here in Montgomery, over on the east side.

Anyway I finally had the grand opening of the third and final store, the one in Birmingham. After the ceremonies I jumped into my car and drove all day. I guess you can say I was anxious to get home after an absence of better then three weeks. I think it was about 8 o'clock when I pulled up to the house cause the sun was just dropping below the horizon.

I remember thinking what a beautiful sunset as I strolled toward the house. What? Shit I don't honestly know why I parked on the street instead of pulling into the driveway. Maybe it was to stretch my legs cause I'd been behind the wheel for hours. Hell I hadn't even stopped for a piss break after leaving Birmingham.

Besides, why I did so isn't really important, is it? I mean at that particular point in time I had no reason to suspect she was other then a loving faithful wife. Anyway as I'm walking across the lawn toward the house she stepped out the door.

I stopped dead in my tracks and I mean to tell you my eye balls popped out of their sockets and my cock got as hard as a 2 X 4. She must not have seen me as I was standing in the shadow of the big oak tree in the front yard.

You know the one I'm talking about Frank. That big old one almost directly in front of the door and about a hundred feet away. Anyway, I'm standing there like a statue with my mouth gapped open wanting to say honey I'm home but not a fucking word comes out. For a second she paused and seemed to look directly at me but then she turned and walked to her car.

In those few seconds that she had stood there seemingly looking through me, every detail of her features and dress were emblazoned on my brain. She was wearing this moleskin looking outfit. An outfit, which by the way, I'd never seen her wear before.

The lace up halter top, which because of its cut as well as the lack of a blouse made it very evident that beneath the soft material she wasn't wearing a bra. The form fitting matching hipster mini skirt, which was at least six inches above her knees had a slit up the left thigh that damn near went from hem to waist.

As she slid behind the wheel the skirt parted showing a goodly amount of inner thigh. In that split second before she closed the car door I could swear I caught a glimpse of bare crotch. As she backed down the driveway I simply stood there dumbstruck unable to move. Like some cartoon character my head rotated following her progress down the street.

Still looking in the direction her car had disappeared I walked toward the house wondering were the hell she was going dressed like that. Don't get me wrong, I mean when she's not working she does wear some sexy clothes. But Jesus H Christ the way she was dressed that night it was as if she were flaunting her charms or advertising.

By midnight when she still hadn't gotten home I went out to the car thinking maybe I ought to go looking for her. But as I started the car the thought of where the hell do I begin looking for her struck me. So instead of driving around like some jealous husband I shut off the ignition and went back into the house.

I must have fallen asleep in front of the TV cause the next thing I remember was the sound of the front door opening. Through eyes heavy with sleep I glanced at my watch and saw it was 2:53. As I sat there rubbing the sleep from my eyes she came into the den muttering that she thought she'd turned off the TV.

She was almost to the TV when I said hi honey. I almost laughed when she spun about and nearly tripped over her fringe platform vamp sandals with 4 inch heels. The hand covering her mouth did little to stifle the choked gasp that burst from her lips.

For a moment she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and trepidation then softly asked when I'd gotten home. Even as I opened my mouth to answer she slipped onto my lap and began kissing me. A part of my mind whispered that her lips, her mouth tasted funny as we kissed, but because I was so glad she was once again in my arms I ignored the warning whisper.

Breaking the kiss she stood, then taking my hand pulled me from the chair saying lets go to bed. That night, or rather morning, she gave me a blow job like never before. The next thing I knew she was shaking me awake, wanting to know if I was going to work.

I remember smiling up at her, telling her the grand opening for the Birmingham store had been yesterday. That unless something unforeseen or drastic happened I wouldn't be away from home for extended periods anymore, at least not like I had been.

It was then that I brought up the outfit she'd worn the day before, teasing her that before I'd even had a chance to see her in it she was out showing it to other men. Her body tensed and she pushed away from me. Instead of commenting on what I'd said her reply was that she had to get ready for work.

As she turned and walked to her closet her murmured reply was spoken so softly I didn't catch it all. Something about Jefferson, but because it made no sense to me it wasn't until later that I fathomed what she'd said. Maybe the reason I hadn't grasped it immediately was because my mind wasn't on why she had worn such a revealing dress last night, but where.

As she stood before her closet I walked up behind her and after encircling her in my arms kissed the back of her neck. She stiffened as I nuzzled her ear and asked if the reason she'd worn such a sexy outfit last night was because she had gone to one of those male strip clubs.

She didn't answer right away, nor did she turn in my arms and look at me, she simply stood there as if frozen. Then softly she said I was right. Then without going into detail and smoothly changing the subject she said she had to go to work and since I didn't, the least I could do was make the coffee.

Twenty minutes later as I was sitting in the kitchen having coffee she came down and joined me. My gasped reaction, the spraying of coffee all over the table as I stared at her in disbelief was almost comical.

Instead of the usual business suite I was accustomed to seeing her in she had on a shear-look mesh slip-dress with scallop lace bust and spaghetti straps. In disbelief I sputtered what, why. She didn't say a word, simply stood there for a minute looking at me.

There was no expression on her face, yet for a split second as I stared at her I had the silly impression she was wanting to tell me something. Then glancing up at the clock she said she was running late, that she'd get coffee at the school cafeteria.

Abruptly turning about she walked away, but before she walked out the door she stopped and turned around. I don't remember her exact words but the jest of it was that just because I didn't find her sexy didn't mean that others didn't and then she slammed the door.

Her words swirled about in my head like a tornado threatening to implode my brain. Stunned I simply sat there like a bump on a log instead of running after her and demanding to know what she'd meant.

About 9:30 with my head hurting from trying to figure out the meaning of her words as well as what the hell was going on I jumped into my car and started driving. I hadn't thought about where I was going till I found myself near my new store on the east side. But even there all I did was try to make sense of her parting words that morning.

Finally about 2 o'clock I called the school with the intention of asking her if she'd like to have a romantic dinner at Robinousky's. But her secretary informed me that she was in a meeting with the coach and two other teachers. She promised to leave a message but that's all she could do as she was leaving in a half hour.

Regina never returned my call and when I got home at 6:00 she was fixing dinner. I asked how her day had gone. Her answer of fine was barely above a whisper. Without understanding why I did so I grinned like a Cheshire cat when I asked how her meeting with the coach and the others had gone.

Her answer, instead of being nonchalant as before took on a defensive tone as she asked how I'd known about her meeting. I told her I'd called to tell her I wanted to take her out to dinner but her secretary had informed she was in a meeting couldn't be disturbed. Hadn't she gotten my message? "No!"

The next morning when I awoke she'd already gotten up. When I entered the kitchen she was at the sink with her back to me. Though once again she wasn't wearing her business suite the dress she was wearing, at least from the back appeared much more conservative then the one from the day before.

As I stepped up behind her and enfolded her in my arms as well as teasingly humping against her pert tight ass she shied away. Disengaging herself from my arms she turned and faced me. My mouth fell open and I almost screamed who the fuck is the son of a bitch but only a sputtering gasp came out.

Her mouth moved and I knew she was speaking but nothing she said made any sense to me. I don't think a celibate priest would have understood a word of what she was saying either because of the way she was dressed.

What, oh it was a form fitting red mesh and lace top with flowing bell sleeves and a stretch lace waist. The plunging neckline of the blouse as well as its sheerness made it very apparent that once again she wasn't wearing a bra. Fuck doesn't she believe in lingerie anymore I wondered.

Her skirt, of like material and color as her blouse, and damn near as transparent fell to just above her knees. But in addition to the sheerness of the skirt, which in and of itself was bad enough, there was a slit running up the right side damn near to mid thigh.

As she stepped by me the top of her scallop lace stocking was all to visible and I wondered if beneath the shear skirt she had anything else on beside her stockings. Despite my befuddlement, despite my anger at her possible infidelity, my cock got as hard as a poker.

I wanted to throw her to the floor right then and there and fuck her brains out despite the torment I felt about her possibly cheating on me. Yet like an idiot I simply stood there with mouth open as she walked out the door.

As stupid as it sounds the thought that ran through my mind as I watched her go through the door was that even though I wasn't going to be the one doing it she was going to get her brains fucked out that day. Little did I know just how true that thought was to be.

Visions of teachers, and yes even some of the students sniffing around her like dogs around a bitch in heat filled my brain. Flashes of teachers wafted in front of me and quickly dissipated for other then a fat slovenly white science teacher the rest were black and I couldn't see her making love to any of them. So who the hell was the guy she was fucking?

Pausing for a moment I took a swallow of the new rum and coke that had been placed before me then I looked up into Franks eyes asking if he hadn't been aware of the change in her. Don't yes but me God damn it Frank, how fucking long damn it.

Jesus Frank, a couple of months, maybe three, three and a half and you never thought to say something. Never once thought of picking up the phone and calling me. Never thought of telling me that Regina was dressing sexy as hell. That she was a walking advertisement for Frederick's of Hollywood.

My tirade of bull shit about if I hadn't of been so wrapped up in making money. That if I hadn't of been gone almost from day one of our marriage I would have noticed was silenced by the three negro's laughingly saying it wasn't Franks place to keep an eye on my wife.

Yet Reginald, his face thoughtful asked if I'd caught Regina fucking a black man. If I hadn't well then my story, despite it being interesting and filled with possibilities could all be the work of my over active imagination.

Charles and Tyron sat silent, contemplative, yet if I had of looked into their eyes I would have seen a gleam there. Frank for his part blubbered that just because my wife went out when she hadn't expected me home didn't mean anything. Neither did the fact that she'd changed from her business suits to something more feminine.

As he rattled on my thoughts drifted back to other times. To the rare occasions when I had returned home unexpectedly after a prolonged absence. Had she been wearing such outfits then too. I couldn't remember with certainty but now I began to wonder and as I did so the possibility that she had been hit me like a sledge hammer between the eyes.

My head which had started to droop snapped up and with words slurred from drink I angrily fumed did they want to hear what I'd witnessed with my own two eyes. Huh, huh did they? Did they want to hear the sordid details of what I had discovered that same afternoon two weeks ago when for some reason I couldn't explain I decided to swing by the school instead of going directly home?

Would they like to hear how despite it being more then 2 hours since school had let out her car was still in the parking lot. Or perhaps how the front door that should have been locked wasn't. Did they want to hear how after discovering she wasn't in her office I looked in several nearby classrooms for her. Well then if so I'd God damn well tell them where I finally found her and what I witnessed.

After looking in her office as well as several classrooms in the area and not finding her, the thought struck me that she'd had car trouble and that one of the teachers had given her a ride home. That even as I wandered the halls like an idiot searching for her she was sitting at home waiting for me.

As I pushed open the front door to leave the indistinct mutterings I'd been hearing all along while searching for my wife became clearer. What drew my attention to them I guess was not that the deep guttural mutterings suddenly became clearer. No, what drew my attention was that intermittently spaced amongst the male mutterings were the chocked gasp that were definitely feminine in nature.

Well at least I knew where the janitors were and what the hell they were doing I mumbled. It also explained why the school hadn't been locked up. Telling myself that it wasn't my place to worry about what was going on I took another step but then stopped. Call it curiosity, call it whatever you want, but the muffled sounds drifting from the area off to my right drew me like a magnet.

Releasing the door I slowly turned and walked in the direction the sounds were coming from. I was both curious and afraid of what I might find yet I was unable to stop my feet from moving forward. As I came to the end of the hallway and began to turn the corner leading to the three remaining classrooms and the boiler room a dark naked figure stepped out into the hall.

What the fuck I thought as I jumped back and hugged the wall silently praying he hadn't seen me. Well there's one of the janitors I mentally laughed as I risked a quick glance at a man who was so fat I knew he hadn't missed a meal in his life.

It wasn't just his obese body that drew my eyes in that quick glance, though in truth it was hard to miss. What drew my attention was the glistening semi hard protrusion swaying between his legs.

No, it was impossible. Such a thing as what was running through my mind at that moment was ridiculous, there was just no way. I mean even if my wife were cheating on me, which I still didn't know for certain, surely it wouldn't be with the likes of someone so grotesque.

I'm ashamed to admit though that despite my certainty that my wife would never have anything to do with such a gross person, a perverse feeling of arousal raced through me at just such a prospect occurring.

Taking a couple of steps away he paused then turned back and opened the door again. For a moment he stood there without saying a word simply shaking his head. There was no mistaking though that whatever he was looking at had an arousing effect for his cock twitched and started to stiffen.

Shaking his head again he chuckled damn nigger, you can't hardly wait till I's out the door fore you gots your face in that ho's snatch. With the door being open it wasn't hard for me to hear what was happening. The whimpering gasp of pleasure though made it uncertain whether I actually heard or just imagined the slurping of the negro's tongue pleasuring her.

At that moment in time as I listened to those gasping sobs of arousal I envied the two janitors, or at least the one tonguing her. I found myself wishing I could draw such response from my wife. Yet at the same time I wondered just who the hell was in that boiler room.

At first I thought it might be that young new substitute teacher fresh from collage. But I quickly discounted that thought opting instead for one of the cheerleaders? Why a cheerleader and not the teacher I mentioned? Well Jesus H Christ man because of all the stories you hear about cheerleaders wanton behavior.

Just as quickly as the thought hit me though I discounted that possibility as well. For despite all the stories one hears I figured a cheerleader would be a little more selective.

I mean, why would a girl that could take her pick of any jock, or teacher for that matter, spread her legs for two such negro's. I mean lets get real ok. One of em was the grotesque fat man before me and the other if I remembered correctly was a skinny old bastard pushing maybe 65.

No, it couldn't be a cheerleader, it had to be someone else. But who? Maybe the girl was one of those studious types that no one ever suspected of having sex. You know a be-speckled grade A student who despite her frumpy appearance is a smoldering sex pot.

You hear the stories like that all the time. A girl none of her class mates would ever think of fucking until one day, maybe as a joke, one of the jocks takes her out. A drink or two, a little touchy touchy along with kisses then the mention of a party at the lake.

A few more drinks, then more kisses as well as groping as she's passed from boy to boy. Then the inevitable happens. First the boy she came with knocks off a piece then after him the other jocks. She becomes their plaything. She's so thrilled by their attention that without question she performs every deviant sex act asked of her.

After that its only a matter of time before she's fucking any boy or man that either smiles or says a kind word to her. So yea I could see why it would be some girl like that. Then again because of all the different sexual possibilities my mind fixated on that one in particular.

Well whoever the girl was that was in that boiler room I snickered silently she sure was getting off having her snatch ate thats for sure. The whimpers of pleasure were becoming ever more frequent and increasing in volume as the fat negro continued to gaze at what was transpiring in the boiler room.

Mirth tinged his voice as he laughed better watch out dar Rufus, dat ho' likes as not gonna give your scrawny ass whip lash. Hows you going to splain that huh? Or is you just going to go round wif a neck brace bragging how it happen huh? Den again maybe you don't have to worry bout no neck brace. Way she be humping gainst you's face maybe she break you fool neck and kills yo' ass.

My mind began to run away with me. I imagined the inside of the boiler room. Imagined a not particularly pretty young girl, her legs up over the shoulders of the skinny negro trapping his head between her thighs. I saw her pelvis rotate and her buttocks bounce ever higher and faster in time to the thick tongue lathering, probing her pussy.

Then my attention was snapped back to reality as repeated passion choked sobs of yes filled the hallway. Inter-spaced with the sobs were garbled screams of nonsensical but yet soulful plea's. Plea's which, though I couldn't understand them were most definitely understood and answered by a smiling Marcus.

Now now, don't you worry dat pretty little red head of yours none I's gonna be right back. An when I does missy, if'n you ask real nice, an if'n ol Rufus dar ain't gots a broken neck den just maybe we'll double team you's again. Would you like that slut, would you like us to double team you again?

Unconsciously my hand dropped to my crotch as I strained to hear her answer. A heartbeat later when her passion garbled sputter of " Yes" touched my ears my own cock stiffened like a lead pipe. The fat negro's laughter reverberated off the walls as he chuckled you sure nuff be liking dat black cock don'cha white girl.

As he turned and walked toward me I almost panicked. What could I do, what could I say when he turned the corner and found me. In answer my brain gibbered tell him your looking for your wife, ask him if he's seen her. With that thought in mind I braced myself for the eventual confrontation but it never came.

Instead I heard a pleasurable sigh then the unmistakable sound of a man relieving himself. Taking a chance I peered around the corner. He was standing less the ten feet from me in the doorway of a storage closet pissing into a bucket. The stream of piss coming from his sex lubricated glistening cock seemed to go on forever.

As it slowed to a trickle and he shook his cock to rid it of the last few drops he threw back his head and sighed Lordy that Mrs. Adams be one nasty bitch. His sigh turned to a mirthful chuckle as he mumbled dat fucking Jefferson sure nuff teached her right. Dar ain't nuttin' dat shameless ho won't do to pleasure a black man.

Didn't spec to have to pay to fuck da ho dough. Specially after catching da nasty bitch fucking dem boy's what makes up da schools basketball team. Wonder she knows whiles she was fucking dem young bucks dat da coach be filming it.

Well if'n she does or if'n don't ain't no cern mine. Don't really gib shit one way da other. Piss me off dough dat da coach done charge us. Fucker should ah just give her to us stead. Have to admit dough da ho's worth every bit da ten bucks Jefferson charge den some.

No never, not in a million years! My wife would never willingly do such a thing as fuck boys under her charge, let alone be photographed doing it. Never, not in a million years. And as for her being pimped like a common whore no fucking way.

But even as I tried to deny what I'd heard, the fat negro's last words burned into my brain as if by a branding iron. "Jefferson weren't lying none he say Mrs. A. be one horny nigger dick loving slut. Ain't never seen white girl what likes dark meat so much, and dat da truth."

As he strode back down the hall then opened the door and stepped inside I peeled myself from the wall and hurried after him. As my fingers closed on the edge of the door to keep it from closing all the way I tried to still my pounding heart.

My tortured brain grasped at straws and I prayed that it wasn't so, that it was all some kind of cruel joke. That the fat negro had known all along that I was around the corner from him and he was taunting me.

But what if he hadn't known I was there? What if it wasn't some kind of cruel joke? Did I truly want to find out. Did I want to be absolutely one hundred percent positive that it was my wife on the other side of the door. And if it was her, what then.

Would I burst into the room and confront them and in the process very likely get my head bashed in. Or would I simply stay as I was kneeling before a partially opened door and watch as the two janitors simultaneously thrust into her, fucked her like the insatiable wanton slut that the grotesque fat negro had claimed her to be.

Putting my eye to the opening I peered into the room and my heart fell into my stomach. Instead of the be-speckled student I had fantasied and prayed was with the janitors was my wife. There on a desk in all her glory lay my wife in but her thigh high stockings, 4 inch pumps and wire rimmed glasses.

Between her legs, his face still buried in her crotch, was the old skinny negro. His hands, tightly gripping her quivering pert ass cheeks was holding her in such a way that no part of her body except her head and shoulders was resting on the desk.

Beside the desk at her head stood the grotesque smiling fat man chuckling suck me ho. Without hesitation she turned her face to him. Her brightly painted lips parted slightly and her tongue licked over them as she did so. Releasing her hold on the old negro's head she reached for and grasped the nearly foot long glistening cock swaying before her.

Soft pleasurable murmuring issued from her lips as together with her slim fingers caressing and stroking his growing monstrosity she tongued and kissed the crown of his cock. As her lips, tongue and hand paid homage to his ever growing erection her other hand cradled and rolled his golf ball size testicles.

I had wondered upon seeing his cock the first time how this grotesque individual could be so large. He had to be a freak of nature, and now that I saw his nut sack clearly my suspicion seemed to be confirmed.

I had always believed that fat men had small cock's, roughly about as long and as big around as a middle finger. But here was one with a cock nearly a foot long and every bit as big around as my wife's wrist. Then the thought hit me of the amount of cum his balls produced.

Smiling down at her he said something I couldn't hear but I had no problem understanding her as she pulled back from sucking ravenously on the very tip of his cock. She raised her eyes to his then with voice quivering pleaded with him to fuck her, to shove his big black cock into her and fill her womb with his hot thick cum, to give her a black baby.

Yet instead of granting her wish he turned his back to her while spreading his legs widely apart. Wiggling his buttocks he pushed it to her face chuckling fore I's shove my baby maker in dat black cock loving cunt of your'n again Mrs. A I wants you's to kiss my ass. I wants that tongue of your'n lapping my ass hole like it be a chocolate sundae.

To my amazement and without the slightest murmur of protest she did as instructed. Together with turning slightly on her side she pushed her face almost to his buttocks. The contrast of her fingers against his almost midnight ass as she gripped then spread his ass cheeks both shocked yet fascinated me.

She seemed to be pulling him toward her as she twisted further onto her side and pushed her face to his buttocks. In the seconds before her glasses were knocked a-kilter as her nose pressed into his crack and her tongue flicked against his ass hole I clearly saw the spunk that had been deposited over her face earlier.

Like some animal feeding at a trough she tried to burrow her face deeper between the splayed cheeks of his ass. Again and again her face drew back slightly only to once more push between his splayed ass cheeks. It was like watching some ravenous carnivore rutting at some mouses burrow.

As her tongue paid him homage one of her hands slid down between his fat thighs. For a moment her fingers paused as they fluttered over then hefted his nut sack. It was as if she were weighing the large orbs or perhaps judging how much cum they held. Then her fingers moved upward to grasp his thick cock. For yet a third time I marveled at the contrast between their skin tones.

A guttural groan escaped his lips as her slim white fingers momentarily cradled and fondled his testicle sac. His guttural groan changed pitch to that almost like a stuck pig, and his breathing became labored when her fingers closed about his cock.

Slowly, lovingly she caressed the hardening black snake as unashamedly time and again her tongue traveled the full length of the crack between his butt cheeks. But it wasn't just the crack between his cheeks or the crinkly ring of his ass hole that her lips and tongue paid homage to. Time and again she planted kisses over his rolling ass cheeks hardly missing a spot.

His satisfaction at her evident willingness to pleasure him thus was apparent. Time and again he encouraged her performance as she tongued and lathered his ass hole as well as lovingly caressed his nearly foot long monster. I was so engrossed in the scene that for a minute I didn't notice that the old janitor had quit lapping her snatch.

It wasn't until he grabbed her hips and twisted her about so that she was now crossways on the desk instead of lengthwise that I noticed. Being in that position, and now without the old negro eating her out, she was able to devote one hundred percent of her attention to the fat negro's ass hole.

With her feet firmly on the floor and her legs widely apart for support the only part of her body touching the desk were her elbows. Occasionally though her nipples would lightly brush across the polished surface of the desk as the fat negro pushed his buttocks tighter to her face rocking her backwards.

For long minutes her position never changed. Her sole purpose seemingly being the complete and absolute giving of pleasure to the fat negro in the disgusting manner in which she was servicing him. Quite often her muffled whimpers of servitude and obedience were drowned by the fat negro's ecstatic grunts of pleasure.

Her whimpers suddenly changed pitch and volume when the old skinny negro who'd been running his hands lightly over her sides and back reached under her. A shudder racked her body and a squeak burst from her lips as his fingers closed about and kneaded her pert firm breast.

Then like a farmer milking a cow his fingers began rolling and stretching her nipples. Her body seemed to vibrate with each pinch and pull but that wasn't her only reaction. Her legs which had been rigid and apart began to quiver and I thought for a moment she would collapse.

Constant rumblings of pleasure much like that of a contented cat issued from her throat. Her purring ceased though when he released her breast and moved his hands to her ass. But only for a moment, as after massaging her ass and adjusting her posture he dropped a hand between her splayed legs.

Whether it was just his fingers or his whole hand that caused her hips to quiver and jerk I wasn't certain. Whichever it was though it caused her to momentarily forgot the negro whose ass hole she had been tonguing. Her legs once again became rigid as together with trusting her ass backwards her legs edged slightly wider apart.

Her upper body fell to the desk as her hands, previously occupied with fondling and stroking the grotesque negro's testicles and cock moved back to grasp her own buttocks. She was not aware that even as she splayed her ass cheeks apart, thus affording the old negro fingering her cunt and ass hole better access, that the fat negro had moved around the desk to stand beside the other.

Whimpering lustful pleas for him to shove his fingers, his whole hand into her spilled from her trembling lips as she pushed back against the fingers. Laughter answered her pleas as her hips rotated and pushed back ever harder and faster. Then as Marcus slipped to the floor sprawling like a beached whale at their feet Rufus reached out and twisted his fingers into her long red hair.

Yanking her head both up and back he literally lifted her from the desk, turning her about as he did so. With back arched and face turned toward the pipes running overhead she could do nothing but let herself be guided as Rufus pushed her forward a couple a stumbling steps.

You could tell that his fingers were causing her pain as he endeavored to guide her. But it wasn't till she stumbled against the fat negro's feet and almost fell that a moan of pain passed her lips and her hands went to her tortured scalp.

Instead of releasing his hold on her though the old negro's fingers twisted tighter and he again yanked her head up and back. Whether she had been able to see the fat negro laying prone upon the floor in the split second her face had been down I can't say. But when she was again pushed forward she both widened her stance and shuffled forward slowly until finally she was over Marcus's broad hips.

The grotesque negro's voice, husky with perversion and arousal commanded her to straddle him as his fingers reached up and closed like a vice on her thighs. For the life of me I couldn't see how she could comply with his command but then Rufus released his hold on her hair giving her a slight shove at the same time.

Obediently and without hesitation she slowly squatted over him. As her legs bent and she sank lower, Marcus released her thighs. His hands like massive slabs of beef moved up her hips, over her slim waist to finally cover her proud small breast.

A deep chuckle and what sounded like you know what to do bitch issued from his lips. His fingers which had been kneading both small breast began to concentrate on her nipples. A shiver racked her body, then with a soft whimper she rose slightly and reached between their bodies grasping his cock and guiding it to the treasure I had thought was mine alone.

Another shudder racked her slim form and a loud gasp escaped her throat as the broad knob of his dick splayed her lips apart and entered her. For a moment her fingers continued to squeeze and stroke his dark monstrosity while she held herself poised above him. Then together with releasing his cock and sliding her hands over his fat stomach to his broad chest she lowered herself onto his cock.

Slowly, ever so slowly she began moving. Whimpering gasp of pleasure spilled from her lips as with each downward movement and quivering roll of her hips another inch or more of his massive cock slipped into her.

Faster, harder she ground her loins against his and as she did so he repeatedly chuckled what do you love Mrs. A. But instead of shaming her as I expected, his taunts were answered by choked gasp of black cock, I love black cock.

Her repeated whimpering' was answered by his contemptuous chuckle of I just knows you do ho. Right now dough you just worries bout pleasuring ol Marcus, don't you be thinking bout all dem other niggers what's pounded your snatch.

In answer to his jibs and taunts her hips and pelvis rolled and jerked atop him. Her actions assuring him more then words ever could that it was him and his cock that at that very moment she did indeed love above all others.

His rasping gasp of oh yea dat it, dat what I talking bout. Ride it Mrs. A. Ride dis ol fat niggers cock you nasty white ho filled the room and burned my ears as she unashamedly bounced and gyrated ever faster atop him.

With each upward movement six, eight inches of his sex lubricated dark cock was visible momentarily. Then with each shuddering downward movement and the grinding of her loins to his it disappeared. It was maybe on the tenth time she took him fully inside her that he chuckled don't you be forgetting ol Rufus dar slut.

Like an apparition that had suddenly become visible the old skinny negro appeared before her. His semi hard dick was in his hand and with a salacious grin he teasingly rubbed the bulbous leaking knob across her brightly painted lips.

For maybe all of five seconds, but for what seemed like an eternity to me it was as if she didn't hear him. It was as if her mind were elsewhere as her hands pushed from Marcus' chest and covered his rough dark ones which were mauling her breast.

Her back arched, and her head began to slowly move from side to side causing her long red hair to swirl about her. The old negro's cock pressed more persistently against her lips and in response they parted slightly and her tongue flicked out lapping up the pre cum oozing from it.

"Tells me what'ch wants Ms. Adams. Tells this old nigger wheres you wants him to pleasure you. Does you wants me to shove my licorice stick in your mouf again or does you wants me to shoves it in dat tight ass of your'n. Tell ol' Rufus what you's wants him to do Ms. Adams."

At first it was but a whisper, then her voice choked with emotion grew stronger. Fuck me, oh God yes fuck me, both of you fuck me. Use me like the the black cock loving white trash whore I am. Fill me with your cock's and cum.

Grasping his cock in one hand he chuckled gleefully as he walked around behind her anything to make the principle happy. Dropping to one knee behind her he pressed a hand between her shoulder blades pushing her forward and down until her face was but centimeters from his fat friends own.

It was only natural that with her face so close to his Marcus would pull it the last quarter of an inch and press his lips to hers. Her hands which had been on his hairy chest slid forward to his broad shoulders then down beneath his thick neck. Then as hungrily, as passionately as he kissed her she kissed him in return.

The adjustment to her body also naturally put her pert ass in position to better accommodate the old negro and he took advantage of it. But before guiding his rigid cock between her tight firm butt cheeks he coughed up a hocker releasing it squarely on his rigid cock.

Grinning broadly he spread the gooey slimy mess over the bulbous crown of his cock. Then grabbing her butt cheeks tightly he pulled her to him. With a grin like that of a demonic devil he lunged forward sinking nearly half his nine or so inch fat dark cock into her.

With wheezing breath as he time and again roughly pushed into her he grunted is dis what you wanted ho? When she didn't answer immediately his thrust became more savage, more animalistic. Time and again he almost pulled fully from her only to lunge powerfully back into her.

Again and again he lunged into her and each time he thrust into her he ground and twisted his loins to her jiggling buttocks. But his wasn't the only cock thrusting into her so powerfully. Each time he drew back the whale beneath her pushed upwards into her.

Unable to tear my eyes away I watched as for untold endless minutes first one then the other powerfully, savagely, sadistically thrust his dark glistening cock deep into her. Her lips had long ago left Marcus's and from them came squeals and gasp as she rocked back against one then forward onto the other dark cock animalisticly using her.

The sounds, the sights of the perverted yet arousing scene taking place before me filled my eyes, my ears, my brain. An illusion as of a shimmering haze seemed to fill the air about them. An illusion compounded by the droplets of sweat falling onto her naked flesh from the grunting old negro over her. Each drop was as if onto a grease filled hot skillet.

As if they were in slow motion I saw the droplets of sweat drop from the laboring negro. Saw them contact her passion flushed shuddering flesh then splatter into a fine mist before drifting slowly down to the fat negro upon which she was straddled. I swear I heard each sizzle as the drops of perspiration contacted her writhing flesh.

Blending with the surreal scene as well as heightening it were the two negro's perverted commands breathlessly sputtered amongst their masculine grunts of labor. Their effect would not have been complete though without my wife's answering passion filled oomph's and ecstatic whimpers.

All, all burned into my brain, my soul as the men repeatedly and ever faster thrust powerfully and deeply into her. While my wife for her part writhed and quivered in wanton abandonment and perversion between them.

Once more pulling her face close to his Marcus said something that I couldn't make out. It wasn't till I heard her stuttering choked reply that she was theirs, that she was every negro's fuck toy to do with as they pleased did I understand what he had said to her.

The gasping whimpering moans of pleasure, of ecstasy spilling from her trembling lips as they animalisticly used her astonished and dumbfounded me. Yet what astonished me more was that she was literally skewering herself on each cock in turn as it impaled her.

Why, why she was willingly giving herself to two such men. But the question was mote for I already knew the answer, they had paid for her services. In fact if I could believe what the fat man had said earlier, and I had no reason to doubt otherwise since witnessing her performance, they were not the first to do so.

Shaking my head to clear it of all such thoughts I again focused my attention on the trio before me. On the lithe, sweat drenched writhing trembling form of my wife and the two trash talking negro's she was sandwiched between.

With a last synchronous powerful thrust along with grunts like wild beast the two janitors as one drove fully into her trembling twitching body. Her gurgling scream of what could only have been rapture all but drowned out the two janitors combined guttural groans of release and satisfaction as together they emptied their seed into her orifices.

Her choked repeated sobs of yes, oh God yes, so good, so good scorched my ears and threatened to boil my brain. In shock I fall backwards but before my numb fingers released the door I heard one of them chuckle you sure nuff know how to pleasure your betters Mrs. Adams. yes sir you surely do.

I don't remember leaving the school. I don't even remember driving but when I arrived home to a darkened house her car was in the driveway. But how could that be because I had only just left the school. Or had I? Had this evening been real or had it been some kind of erotic dream or nightmare.

With those final words my head which had been growing ever more heavy dropped to the table. As it did so my eyes, blurry from drink, imploring searched the faces about me seeking an answer to my question.

Whether I mumbled or spoke clearly as I asked was that enough proof to satisfy them I don't know. But I honestly didn't care one way or the other as a dark shroud fell over my drink numbed brain shutting down all my senses.

- The End -

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fety my thoughts flew to my wife. Where was she? Had these persons done to her the same that they had done to me? God I hoped not.

Suddenly powerful fingers gripped my chin forcing my aching head up and back. As my head rose and I starred through blurry eyes at the face before me then and only then did I realize that I had been tied to a chair. As I looked stupidly at and tried to bring into focus the dark face before me he contemptuously spit welcome back mother fucker a millisecond before his fingers released me. The push to my head was so hard that I tittered for a second then as if in slow motion I fell over backwards.

As the back of my head hit the hard wood floor and darkness again closed in about me a gravely voice snickered how dah honky mother fucker gonna see his woman pleasuring us you go knocking his ass out all dah time. When next I awoke I thought I had gone blind, but then through the murky inkiness I began to make out my surroundings. A strangled giggle that was a mixture of relief and pain echoed hollowly through the dinning room.

Quiet, I had to be quiet I silently admonished. I couldn't risk discovery and the chance that I would again be knocked senseless. Neither my skull or brain could take another walloping like they had without serious and possibly permanent damage being inflicted. I had to assume that whoever the men were that had been in Regina's and my home earlier were still here until I could prove otherwise.

An involuntary gasp ripped from my throat as I turned my head. The gasp had not been because of the pain even though a lightening bold had exploded in my skull when I moved. No, it had been one more of discovery then pain. Discovery that across the table from me with arms crossed and his head resting upon them sat one of the men.

If one of them was still here then in all probability the others were too. How many others? Two, three, yes definitely two others because that was how many voices I thought I'd heard before darkness had closed about me the second time. More importantly then their number though was who the hell were they and what the hell did they want. No sooner had I asked myself those questions then the memory of a snickering voice from heaven only knows how many hours earlier came to me.

Oh my god Regina. The son of a bitches hadn't knocked her senseless and tied her to a chair like they had me they had .... they had .... Oh God no please nooooo. I had to get free, I had to. But how? Calm John. Stay calm and access the situation. Your tied to a chair stupid. Ok no problem. All I have to do is somehow quietly make it from the dining room into the kitchen and then once there all I had to do was locate one of my wife's many carving knifes and cut myself free. Just two nearly impossible though not improbable task. No, better make that four nearly insurmountable task because if by some miracle I could cut myself free I still had to locate Gin and then after that make it out of the house without the assholes being any the wiser.

OK. Slow real slow. Lean forward, thats it, thats it. Now make like a duck and before you know it you'll be in the kitchen. In the long agonizing moments that followed I moved a foot, then another and then two more. I wish I knew what time it was so I'd know how long I had to complete the almost impossible task I had set myself I silently muttered. Suddenly and as if in answer to my quandary just as I was framed in the doorway that looked out into the living room the antique Grandfather clock chimed twice. Out of the corner of my eye I caught movement and like a deer caught in the spotlight of a poacher I froze.

After several long agonizing minutes and with my already aching joints cramping even more because of my duck like position I ever so slowly eased the chair to the floor. As I sat there frozen my mind did a little math problem. 5:30 to 2:00. Thats what God damn it nine, ten hours? No you stupid shit it's only eight and a half hours I admonished. Only.... only eight and a half hours my mind giggled almost nonsensically. Shit the world could have ended in that length time and I wouldn't have been none the wiser what with being unconscious the whole time.

When after several ragged breaths no alarm was raised I slowly ever so slowly turned my head and stared into the deep shadows of the living room. At first I couldn't see anything then in the darkness I made out four, no five darker blobs amongst the outlines of furniture. God damn it there were five, no six of the sons of bitches, not the three possibly four that I had earlier suspected. Oh well at least they were all asleep and if I was quiet they'd never know what I was doing. As I waddled forward a foot the thought struck me that perhaps my earlier fear that at least one of them had taken liberties with my wife had been purely speculative. Assumptive.

Who in their right mind though could blame me for jumping to such a conclusion. After all these men who held us prisoner and whose motives I wasn't aware of were nothing like the two highly educated negro's that I had working at my bank. I didn't have to be a rocket scientist though to know that the men that had knocked me senseless and who had tied me to this chair were evidently hardened criminals. So it was completely understandable why having just recovered conscious and having recalled the gloating remark as well as my beautiful young wife's conspicuous absence I had thought as I had.

Suddenly a thought struck me and as it did relief washed over me. These hardened miscreants had no intention of willfully harming either myself or my wife they were simply holding us incommunicado because they intended to rob the bank first thing in the morning. Granted they had knocked me out when I had walked through my front door. If one thought logically about it though the action could be construed as a means to prevent me from raising an alarm.

As for the second time, well that could have been a fluke. An unforeseen accident when I had been contemptuously shoved. As for my wife not being by my side when I awoke, well that could be their way of making sure that I did nothing to jeopardize their plans.

Well no matter what their plans for us, come dawn, or hopefully a lot sooner, my wife and I would be gone and they'd have the house to themselves. Just as I again leaned forward and like a duck took a waddling precarious step toward the kitchen I heard noises coming from our bedroom. Well at least I knew where my wife was even though from the sounds she was making she was having one hell of a nightmare.

Hell who can blame her what with five, six God damn it six strange men in our home and her husband knocked senseless. But why the fuck hadn't she checked on me. Whoa mother fucker. How would you know if she had or hadn't checked on you what with being dead to the world for over eight hours. Your pissing and moaning about a lousy eight plus hours when you should be asking yourself how long has your wife been alone with the assholes.

Hell, for all you know the sons of bitches could have broken in minutes after you had left for work yesterday morning. Highly unlikely but still not a thought to dismiss lightly. If such were the case, though I seriously doubted it, that would mean that my lousy eight plus hours was only a drop in the bucket compared to the possible seventeen plus hours she's had to endure the mother fuckers. So yea she was entitled to a nightmare, and who knows maybe she'll awake from it and with everybody dead to the world she'll rescue me.

That'd be something, my petite little Regina rescuing her big strong protector. Well who gives a fuck who rescues who as long as the both of us are out of the house and away from these bastards who tried to do brain surgery on me with a blunt instrument. No wonder I kept forgetting to count the fellow that was across from me at the dinning room table. Six, I have to remember there are six of them, the cops will need to know that when they round up these miscreants.

As I waited for my wife to appear I hardly dare breathe for fear I might not hear her soft footsteps or faint inquiry as to my well being. But when at the count of five hundred the sounds coming from the bedroom hadn't ceased and she naturally didn't suddenly appear I readied to again move. Once more leaning forward and making like a duck I slowly waddled a few more feet toward the kitchen. Just as I was at the entrance to the kitchen the man that was at the table, supposedly to guard me I presumed, lifted his head and twisted it about as if assuring himself that I was were I was supposed to be.

Damn, damn, damn. Ten fucking feet from freedom and caught. But then with a big yawn the asshole once more folded his arms and lowered his head to the table. Throwing caution to the wind and giving little thought about the noise I might be making I waddled into the kitchen. Twice I fell and only by absorbing the fall with my shoulder instead of my face was I able to keep going.

From my first fall, which hurt like a son of a bitch, until I gained the cabinets and pulled myself upright I inched across the floor on my knees. What seemed like an eternity later and after chipping a tooth on the drawer handle I was in possession of a knife. A good hour and a half later and with my hands, wrist and forearms looking as if I had fended of an attack from a knife welding manic I finally rose from the chair.

Free, free at last. Thank God Almighty I'm free at last my mind gibbered. My legs felt as if they were made of rubber after my long hours in the chair so I had to lean heavily against the counter to keep from falling. As I rubbed circulation back into my legs the clock chimed 3:30. Move you dumb ass you don't have a whole hell of a lot of time left it'll be light soon. Pushing myself away from the counter I took a shaky step then three more, but then I stopped and turned back.

Bending down I picked up the knife I had carelessly discarded after having performed surgery. I might need it. After all maybe the reason she hadn't awaken from her nightmare and rescued me was because they had tied her to the bed. Better they tie her to the bed I reasoned then to put up with a hysterical woman for God only knows how long. As I took another step a thought lanced into my brain making me stagger. Perhaps when they had knocked me out she had tried to get to me or perhaps on seeing my plight she had tried to escape and the bastards had beaten her.

If such were the case, that more then even the scariest of nightmares would explain the oddly discordant and nasally grunts on top of the warbling drawn out moans I'd heard. Hefting the knife I silently vowed that if they'd harmed one hair on her head they would pay dearly, I made my way from the kitchen and into the dinning room. I didn't have any delusions that the knife would do me any good against the six of them but that wasn't why I carried it. Freedom, freedom for my wife just as it had been for me, that was the reason.

As for payback, well if it took every fucking penny of my considerable fortune plus what I could beg or borrow I would see to it that the men that had wronged us spent the rest of their life's in prison. Slowly, carefully I edged my way along the wall so as not to trip over something and alert our captures as to my intentions.

Just as I had edged around the door frame and entered the living room light spilled out of the hallway leading to our bedroom. My heart leaped with joy, my wife was coming to me. She wasn't tied to the bed as I had feared after all. But several heart beats later instead of my petite wife appearing an ungodly large dark blob followed closely by another of nearly equal proportion stepped from the hallway. Had her nightmare woke them and unable to drop back off to sleep they had decided to check on her? If they had then in all probability they would check on me too and when they discovered I wasn't where I was supposed to be all hell would break loose.

Holding my breath I watched the two dark blobs. Unconsciously the knife in my hand shifted as together with preparing to make a mad dash for the bedroom and my wife I steeled myself to strike at whichever of them tried to stop me. But instead of their turning toward the dining room to check on me as I had suspected they would do, they instead stepped deeper into the living room. Ok no sweat ol' bean, just take it easy and let them get settled back in. It doesn't get light till around 6:30 or so so you can afford to wait them out. In all probability by the time the clock strikes 4:00 they'd be sound asleep again.

Even if in the worse case scenario it took them till 4:30 to fall asleep it still gave me about an hour or so to free her and get us out of the house. Yea plenty of time to make our escape and after we were away I'd make a quick call to the cops as payment for the way they had treated us. I just prayed the sons of bitches would sleep like babies until the cops broke down the door. All their carefully laid plans would go the way of the Dodo bird after being startled awake and looking into the barrels of a hundred cops guns. Even as my questions and well thought out plans rolled through my brain the nagging concern of why had they left the bedroom light on nagged at me.

To my surprise and dismay instead of the two indistinguishable blobs falling into chairs and dropping back off to sleep they instead moved amongst our furniture. As I watched horrified five grumbling blobs rose wraith like from where they had been laying. Wait a minute, two coming from having checked on my wife rousing five others. How was that possible? I had spotted only five men when for long minutes I had stared into the darkness of my living room.

Oh God, oh God oh God there weren't five of them there were seven! No, I keep forgetting the one at the dinning room table. That means, what, what does it mean.... Shit shit shit.... think you dump ass. Eight.... that means there are eight of them God Damn it. I had missed counting two of them because.... because.... because....

Even as the obvious came to me the two men's muted chuckling voices confirmed my worse fears. The noises I had heard coming from our bedroom had not been because my wife was having a nightmare or as I had feared because of pain. Oh God please, please tell me that the warbling moans and discordant muted ramblings I'd heard were not because the two men had been venting their lust upon her petite girl like body. Please God please tell me that what the monster is snickering to the others is not the truth.

Like a puppet whose strings had been cut the knife dropped from my numbed fingers, and I slid down the wall to land in a heap like so much carelessly discarded mush. As I sat there fervently prying it wasn't so the giant's gravely voice burned the reality of what had transpired over the last seventeen hours into the mush jokingly called my brain. Like the searing of flesh by a branding iron the horrid reality of what my beautiful young wife had gone through both in the hours I had been at work and unconscious flickered kaleidoscope like over the inside walls of my skull.

"You nigga's be wanting any more pleasuring from dat honky slut you best be getting your lazy black asses moving. Best be waking dat worthless fucker Martin too, dat way I ain't gots to listen to no bitching later on from any of yous nigga's about not getting to slam fuck duh black cock loving slut one last time." A boisterous laugh filled the room silencing the other blobs mutterings and then once more the guttural voice pierced my soul. "What it going to be nigga's? Is you going to get yous black asses in dar and gives dat honky cum slut duh gang fucking she be liking and even now expecting or is yous going to disappoint her?

For a moment the mans jovially spoken words dropped to indecipherable mutterings as one of the men that had been awakened got in his face. Then together with the giant pushing him away he hissed menacingly. "I don't want to hear no more shit bout holing up here till the heat cool down. Ain't gonna be no cooling down, yous is escaped convicts or has yous forgotten dat. Yous got to be duh dumbest fucking nigga's dar is if'n yous think you can just stay here and ain't nobody gonna be duh wiser. Sooner then later someone's gonna ask where her ol man at. When dat happen duh cops gonna come around den what yous dumb coons gonna do huh."

Again there were angry mutterings. But then together with a guttural growl from the large blob the congealed mass of those about him split apart and for a moment silence fell over the living room before his gravely voice again pierced the silence. "Yous mutter fucking nigga's ain't never happy. Now yous telling me yous wants to take duh honky slut wit yous when we cut out fore first light. Well dat fine by me, but don't yous be looking to travel wit stick an me cause I ain't wanting no white bitch anywhere round my black ass if'n duh man do catch us.

Dis may not be duh 50's no more you dumb mutter fuckers, but dem honky bustards what runs duh prison you nigga's escaped from thinks it is. Duh catch's you coons wit a white woman yous ain't going to have to worry bout spending no more time cause like as not dah just shoot your black asses. Now.... If'n yous is wanting to give dat honky cum slut a third and final gang fucking to remember yous by den yous best be getting Martin up likes I tells yous and gets your black asses in dat bedroom.

If'n you ain't wanting another piece of her, or if as is more then likely duh case she done plum wore you out den start gathering up shit an gets ready to carry your ass. Makes no never mind to me one way or duh other what yous nigga's does, but make no mistake fore first light we's leaving."

Then to my dismay and despite the fact that I was sure he had long ago become aware of my presence he turned his back to the others and strode across the room toward me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the living room had become a flurry of motion. The almost as impressionable blob that had been with the giant sank to the couch with a sigh while the five other blobs melted together. For a moment muttering came from their midst then a smaller dark glob separated and strode across the room and around the hugh blob that was standing before me.

A second later the dinning room light came on and I realized that what I had thought was a seven foot four hundred pound monster was in reality a normal man standing no more then perhaps six foot four and weighing perhaps two hundred fifty pounds. Though I found relief in his normalcy the twisted evil smile on his blue black face told me more then words could have that this was a man not to be taken lightly.

As if the knife of reality that he had seconds earlier plunged into my heart hadn't been enough with his next mirth filled words it was twisted and pushed upwards in a killing stroke. "If'n it will make yous feel any better John boy when we first shoved our way in yesterday morning that little redheaded slut of yours raised a fuss that would've made dah Grand Dragon of the KKK proud. Course all dat changed once me an my stickman shoved our big black baby makers into that hot snatch of hers and rode her for a bit. By dah time we rolled off her weren't a hole of hers that weren't familiar with and liking nigga cock.

Dat wouldn't duh half of it though John boy. Once dat little redhead of yourn got a taste of nigga pleasuring she was like three bitches in heat all rolled into one, she couldn't get enough. Not only did she drain our black snakes at least three times each she must'a had a couple dozen orgasm's while doing so. When stickman an me finally rolled off'n her satisfied she were still screaming for nigga loving.

Kind hearted darkie I is and not wanting to disappoint duh little cum slut I tolls her duh only way she be getting any more nigga cock right den was if'n duh others fucked her skanky white trash ass. I tells her dat John boy an dat horny little slut of yourn jumps out'a bed so fast stickman an me was caught by surprise. Time we catches up to her naked ass she were astraddle one o' dah brutha's an dry humping his leg and screaming for dem, for all of dem to fuck her.

Me an stickman tried to pull her of a him but she had her arms about his neck so tight it were like trying to pull a drowning man away from a life preserver. Gotta tell you white boy dem coons wasn't da only ones dat was surprised as shit, but none of dem made a move on her till dah seen I didn't object. I gotta tell you watching her raining kisses on dat brutha's ugly ass face and trying to get his dick out's his pants at duh same time even made my limp cock hard.

When she finally did get his black snake out she rolled to her side pulling him wit her. A minute later me an da others is off da couch an she's flat on her back wit her legs wide apart. She were humping empty air and screaming her lungs out for him to fuck her while both trying to pull his pants from him and guide his dick to her needy snatch. Fore he can sink his black snake into her an set up a rhythm though da others pulls his black ass of a her and hustles her back to da bed room and your king size bed

Unlike me an stickman most dem nigga's ain't had a woman in better den ten years but she took all da had to give an den some. Duh whole time dem coons was pounding her she was screaming at dem to shove dar black dick's into her lilly white black cock loving body an fucks her. Even when dem brutha's started humping her two an three at a time she was begging and screaming for dem to fuck her. Course whenever a brutha was shoving his cock down her throat, which more often then not was da case, she didn't beg for dar cock's as much. But the noises she made and duh way she thrashed about let dem brutha's know she was liking what dah was doing to her.

Couple three hours later most dem nigga's comes out'a da bedroom dragging dar sorry asses an shaking dar heads. I liked to bust a gut when stickman after checking to see what da last nigga was doing tells me da brutha so wore out he just laying atop her. Da funniest part though was that she was humping up at him and pleading with him to fuck her again.

When he finally dragged his ass out'a da bedroom his dick looked like it had gone through a meat grinder it was so raw. Hours later while dem stupid coons is still bragging bout how many times dah done fucked your pretty little wife me and stick was making plans to cut out come dusk we get da surprise of our life. Dat little slut of yourn comes traipsing into da living room stark naked an still wet from having taken a shower. As if'n she was giving us duh time of day she say she done changed da sheets on da bed case any of us is wanting to fuck her again.

Dem boys had just got her back into da bedroom an was starting to pleasure her some more when you opened da door. Needless to say we didn't leave last night as planed, an before yous ask da answer is yes. Da noises you heard coming from da bedroom when you finally woke and cut yous self free was stickman and me pleasuring duh little cum slut. Hadn't planed on fucking her again but when she come out bout 2:00 looking none duh less for wear after having rested a few hours from her second gang fucking what you going to do.

After yesterday John boy I don't think dat little red headed slut of yourn will be much satisfied with just your dick anymore. No sir I surely don't. Fact I don't think she'll be satisfied with anything short of several brutha's at a time slamming meat to her skanky white trash ass if you want my opinion."

Then laughing so hard I thought he would bust a gut he managed to sputter talk bout ass John boy, you ain't seen or heard nothing till you've seen that little redhead cum slut of yours get her shittier reamed. Duh harder an faster a brutha's dick plows her shittier duh wilder and louder she gets. Gotta tell you boy, dar ain't a hole of hers dat doesn't like dark meat. But her poop chute now, well I believe if'n she had her druthers that'd be duh hole she'd want a brutha's dick in more den any other."

For a minute he paused in his all to explicate narration and looked at me askance. Then reaching down he pulled me to my feet as easily as one would a small child. Putting his thick arm about my shoulder he turned me to face the interior of my living room just in time to see the negro who was supposed to have been guarding me step into the hallway leading to our bedroom. He made no mention of the noticeable tent in my rumpled suit pants as his hot breath hissed mockingly against my ear. "I told duh brutha's to play with her a bit. Told dem to get her all worked up so she'd put on a real good show for you.

Wouldn't sprise me none if'n while a couple of dem nigga's is fingering her snatch and sucking on dem firm little titties of hers a couple others ain't running dar hard black dick's cross her lips while teasing her bout yous watching her pleasuring dar black asses. She was raring to go better den a half hour go and now wit all dem hard black dick's around her an dem teasing her like dah doing she probably wound tighter den a two dollar watch.

Gotta tell you John boy when dat little cum slut of yourn gets wound up dar ain't no holding her back. So unless you want to miss some of da action, an we wouldn't want that now would we, yous best get yous ass in gear. Then together with pushing something into my hand along with a slight nudge to my back he set my feet in motion.

Whether the next snickering remark came from his throat or from deep inside my own brain I can't rightly say. But as my feet entered the hallway and I looked into the brilliantly lit interior of our bedroom and at the dark bodies jockeying for position about my petit young wife I heard the words as clearly as all the others I'd heard moments earlier.

"She's a slut John, a white trash black cock cum loving slut. Can you hear her John? Can you hear the cock hungry little sluts lustful moans? Can you hear her whimpering near hysterical pleas for them, for all of them to shove their powerful black cock's into her black cock loving white trash body? Just a few more steps John. Just a few more steps and then you'll not only be able to hear her beg to be fucked you'll also be able to watch her."

As together with the voice droning on and as I drew ever closer to the bedroom I looked down at the object the negro had pressed into my hand. Despite what the object portended and the certainty that our marriage was all but finished a shiver raced through me and cum stained the front of my rumpled suit pants. He was right, the arrogant God damn son of a bitching negro was right. He along with all the others had ruined her as far as my ever being able to satisfy her again.

A chocked sob that I loved her, that God damn it to hell I loved her broke from my throat. Angrily swiping the tears from my eyes I stepped over the threshold of our bedroom and brought the 8mm video camera to my eye. As if they had been waiting for me, which I'm sure they had been, they stepped aside allowing the camera's lens to focus on her young petite writhing body.

A heartbeat later and in compliance to her lustful pleas for them, for all of them to shove their hard black dick's into her three of them joined her on the bed. After positioning her atop one of them in the center of our bed the remaining two positioned themselves before and behind her. As the camera's lens picked up each guiding their black rigidities to the hole before them a thought crossed my mind.

Perhaps, just perhaps despite our living in Alabama there was a way to satisfy her need and yet remain married. For a moment the grunting demanding voices of the profusely sweating negro's interrupted my thoughts. But instead of resenting the intrusion I was thankful. Their demands on her and the interruption they had caused allowed me to brush aside and dismiss the certainty that I would be ruined both socially and financially if one of my board of directors or a city councilman ever got wind of what I intended.

- The End -

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Out of the corner of his eye he continued to look at her and for perhaps the hundredth time since the start of the school year he mentally undressed her. There was just something about her that set his blood to pumping and today was no different. Maybe it was because she didn't dress like the other teachers. Not that he didn't appreciate and find it highly arousing that the others wore blouses who's buttons threatened to pop open and skirts that were not only short but in several cases looked as if they had been painted on. Whether Mrs. Reynolds manner of dress was like a steak to a man accustomed to hamburgers or his own sense of what a proper woman should dress like he wasn't certain. All he knew was that he highly approved of and found her stylish clothes stimulating to his old libido.

He especially liked the dress she was wearing today. Not that her usual wrap around or other knee length dresses such as her silk and chiffon ones, that if not for their lining would be transparent, didn't twitch his baby maker he mumbled. As he continued to watch her out of the corner of his eyes he mentally unfastened one after the other of the buttons running the length of her shirt dress. A lecherous grin curled his lips as in his minds eye he slowly parted the thin material of her dress after loosening the last button. He had little doubt that if such ever happened his old eyes would feast on a truly hot body.

For a second he froze as her head rose and she looked right at him. A far away look clouded her eyes. A look as if to say she was somewhere other then here grading papers for ungrateful shit-heads who would never amount to anything. Maybe she's thinking about a long luxurious bubble bath before slipping into a sexy little babydoll, or perhaps a flyaway nightgown so sheer as to non existent he thought. God damn he muttered if he was ever so lucky as to have her do something like that for him he'd keep her in bed for a week.

As he continued to look at her a smile touched her sensual lips as if confirming his thoughts then slowly she lowered her head and wrote something on one of the papers. Damn, she must really have her mind elsewhere he silently muttered. She done looked right at this ol' nigga and didn't see me. Sure do wish she be thinking bout me like dat he snickered. Slowly making his way closer to her desk he stood before her for a moment then lightly coughed to get her attention. He almost laughed as together with her head snapping up to look at him she almost jumped from her chair.

Together with her hand flying to her heaving bosom as if to still a pounding heart she nervously giggled you scared me half to death Mr. Weathers. For a second they looked at each other and then like a school girl caught cheating on an exam she started talking a mile a minute. "I thought I'd stay and grade papers instead of going home to an empty house. It's so depressing being alone in that big old house his parents gave us when they moved to that retirement community." For a moment she paused. Then as if reading his thoughts as to why she would be alone she mumbled that her husband was on a business trip and wasn't due to return till sometime late tonight.

Continuing in the same vein she explained that Nathan had been away for nearly a week and that she was looking forward to his returning home. Then nervously shuffling some papers she softly asked if there was something he wanted. "Yes em Ms. Reynolds I done already cleaned da rest of yo classroom but now I has to get under your desk. Ain't cleaned dar in a while and dar probably be a lot of dust under dar. Won't take long an I'll try not to bother you." Then without waiting for her reply he knelt down and moved beneath her desk. As Kareem slipped from sight she turned back to the papers cluttering her desk.

Why did I explain myself to him she wondered. He's just a janitor he doesn't need to know why I'm still here. If I wanted to stay here in my classroom all night it was none of his business. Then shaking her head she picked up her marker and continued with her task. Beneath her desk, but unknown to her, Kareem tried to peer beneath her dress. But despite the five or so inch slit in her dress before the first button he was unable to. Slowly he reached out and cautiously and over what seemed like an eternity undid first one and then two more buttons of her dress.

With each successive loosening of a button her dress fell to either side of her slightly parted shapely legs. Once again lowering his head he found to his delight that he had an excellent though constricted view of her shapely legs to mid thigh. For untold minutes he neither moved or breathed as he took in the sight before him. His mind raced with visions of her open and inviting before him. Lurid explicit images of her worshiping his nine inch thick veined dark cock filled his mind. When after long minutes she showed no reaction to her dress falling to either side of her shapely legs he lightly brushed her left pump.

Obediently in response to his touch her foot moved thus opening her legs wider. Another light touch a moment later to her right pump and her knees were a good foot apart giving him an unhampered and clear view of her panties. For a fleeting moment he felt a pang of disappointment upon discovering that instead of frilly little lace panties as he had expected she was instead wearing plain old white cotton one. Well dat going to sure nuff going to change once I gives her a taste of a real man he silently muttered Licking his thick lips he stifled a lust filled moan as he reached out. Feather like he touched her knee then ever so slowly and lightly moved higher. In response to his feather like touch and hot breath on her leg she squirmed slightly and her legs opened even wider.

"Sure be dirty under here missy but don't you worry none cause I gonna clean it good for you" Her only response was a soft mummer as she again squirmed in her seat. Lightly his fingers glided ever higher up her shapely legs and as they did he moved his head between them until unbelievingly and to his delight his nose was less then two inches from her. Breathing deeply he inhaled her scent and then nano seconds before pressing his face to her plain white cotton panties he snickered damn Mrs. Reynolds your pussy sure do smell nice.

As if struck by lightening she suddenly realized that what she had been fantasizing was anything but. Pushing backwards from her desk she looked down at the nappy dark head between her widely splayed legs. "Mr. Weathers ---- what ---- what ---- do you think your doing. Oh God stop. Please stop." For a second he didn't answer as like a dog lapping at water his tongue lathered her aroma rich panties. Then together with his fingers tightening on her thighs to keep her legs from snapping shut his lifted his face and looked deeply into her stunned and startled eyes. "Why I's cleaning of course Mrs. R." Then as if to emphasize his statement he again lowered his head and pressed his thick tongue into her slightly moistened panties.

Despite her shock at his assumptive behavior as well as his bold statement a soft pleasurable moan escaped her lips as his tongue lapped and stabbed at her panties. "Noooooo. Stop! Please stop Mr. Weathers ---- Kareem. Oh God stop please stttooppppp. My husbaannnnndd" But even as her soft pleas touched the silence of the room her head lolled back and another louder moan escaped her lips as unbidden her hands fell atop her assailants head. Together with her fingers pushing into his tight kinky curls her pert buttocks jerked upwards from her chair pressing her treasure to Kareem's tongue. A soft chuckle came from between her legs as time and again and repeatedly the negro's thick tongue pressed her panties into her crack.

For an eternity Kareem knelt there with his face buried between her splayed legs. Then together with relaxing his hold on her squirming hips his head rose slightly and he began to fumble with the silver concho belt about her slim waist. Hardly had the heavy silver belt fallen useless to the seat behind her then his large dark hands gripped the hem of her dress and pulled. A sound as if that of a string of fire crackers going off filled the room as the few remaining buttons of her dress popped away and ricochet across the room. She tried to close her legs, tried to pull her fingers from his tight curls of his nappy hair and cover her near nudity but neither would cooperate. She could fell his fingers dancing over her flat abdomen up along her ribs and then a choked gasping sob spilled from her lips as his dark hands closed over her bra covered pert breast.

Mixed distorted thoughts flooded her brain. Thoughts of her husband and his love for her, of Mr. Weathers hands groping her, squeezing her swirled about her. Like a drowning person grasping at a straw to keep from going under her mind fixed on her nine month marriage. But whatever hope the thought might of held died as Kareem's head once more fell between her legs and his tongue stabbed at her panty covered treasure. Faint whimpering pleas for Kareem to stop issued from her trembling lips even as unable to control her actions her loins jerked and quivered in time to the tongue licking and stabbing against her panties. Her chest heaved and her breath came in choked gasping sobs as wave after wave of unfathomable pleasure washed over her.

Not until she felt his fingers in the waistband of her full cotton panties did she realize that his hands had left her pert bra covered breast. Unbidden and with an unfathomable desire to help him her tight well shaped buttocks rose from her chair even as her hips continued to dance and push toward the thick tongue giving her pleasure. A soulful whimper of no please no hissed from her lips as his tongue left her and a heartbeat later his heavy hands tugged her white cotton panties from about her waist and pushed them down her legs. Obediently her right leg rose to assist him in removing her panties in answer to the command flashed to it by her brain. But before her left foot could obey the same command Kareem had risen from the floor and was leaning over her.

With his dark smiling face centimeters from hers he chuckled don't you be worrying none Mrs. Reynolds, this old nigger ain't going to be stopping. Least ways not till you've done pleasured my black baby maker seven ways from Sunday. Then closing the final little distance between them his thick lips smothered hers. At the same time his lips covered hers his left hand wormed beneath then pushed her full maiden-form bra above her perky breast while his right dropped between her legs. Like the tendrils of a giant squid exploring the food it had just captured the fingers of his two hands not only fluttered over her pussy lips but also pinched and tugged at her nipples.

For immeasurable minutes his tongue lapped and stabbed at her unresponsive lips then as if she were an inexperienced teenager kissing her first boy her lips parted slightly. At first experimentally then harder her lips ground against his then a micro second later her tongue darted out to parry then entwine with his. Even as her mind screamed the sinfulness of her response to a man of a race she had always thought inferior whimpering pleasurable moans were swallowed by his hungry mouth. To her addled brian it felt as if a faucet had been turned on between her legs though she knew that wasn't possible. Yet there was no denying the arousal washing over her from the negro's manipulations.

Suddenly his lips left hers and she was left gasping as if hyperventilating. From somewhere far off she heard a voice, but the mad thumping of her heart and the raging river roaring through her veins all but made it indecipherable. Not until long minutes had passed did she realize that his lips had left hers and that he was talking to her. Then and only then was she able to grasp the full meaning of the words.

"Does you likes what I's doing Mrs. Reynolds? Does you likes dis nigga eating your snatch and playing with your little titties? Well does you?" To ashamed to answer she simply nodded but that wasn't the response Kareem wanted. Leaning back against her desk he snickered I can't hear you Mrs. Reynolds. But again her only response was a nodding of her head. Feigning disgust he grunted if'n you won't tell me what you's wants then this ol nigga might as well leave. As he strongly suspected she would do she reached out and closed her delicate fingers on his thick wrist halting his movement.

Turning to her he looked down into her glazed eyes without saying a word. Though his blood was racing and he wanted desperately to fall atop her, squash her beneath his 270 pounds he simply stood there looking at her. Her soft answer broadened his smile but still he didn't move yet unconsciously his big hand dropped to his crotch and hefted his burgeoning cock. "Yes? Yes what Mrs. Reynolds?" Her answer when it came was so soft that he had to strain to hear her as she muttered yes I like your head between my legs and yes I like you playing with my breast.

Despite his desire to bred the young white teacher that was more then half his age his need to dominate her, to control her, to bend her to his will gained the upper hand. His mirth filled laugh echoed through the room as with a piercing stare he said I didn't just have my head between your legs vanilla, I was eating your snatch. An I wasn't playing with your breast either cunt, I was playing with your tits. For what seemed like an eternity a deathly silence filled the room then again he turned as if to walk away from her.

"Yes damn you yes ---- Yes I liked you eating my snatch and yes I liked you playing with my tits" With a smile he turned back to her and as he did so his big hands again fondled her breast along with rolling and pinching her nipples. Shame such as she had never known before encompassed her, yet unable to deny her need her hands rose and covered his and a stuttering moan of pleasure tumbled from her quivering lips. Though she wanted desperately to scream out her pain as the negro's thick dark fingers pinched and stretched her nipples ever harder and further the only sound from her mouth were whimpering moans of pleasure.

Limply her hands dropped from his as her body quivering uncontrollable in ecstasy could no longer hold them aloft. Then with supreme effort as the quivering that had encompassed her lessened and in answer to his taunts they again rose but this time toward him. With trembling cumbersome fingers she struggled with his belt and when it didn't loosen immediately groans and tears of frustration overwhelmed her. Only his soothing words as well as his own fingers assisting her calmed her frayed nerves. As his belt loosened and he then unsnapped his uniform pants her hands pushed them from his hips.

As his pants fell to his knees his unrestrained cock sprang into view. A loud gasp burst from her lips and she leaned back into her chair. She had never seen, let alone imagined, anything such as what her eyes beheld. Unconsciously she licked her lips making them glisten invitingly. Her mind tumbled and spiraled as it tried to come to terms with the massive blue black monstrosity that held her eyes as if it were a magnet. In near hysteria her mind gibbered that it had to be at least twice that of her husbands both in length and girth.

Tentatively she reached out to trace a delicate finger from the loose skin covering the spongy knob down to its base then back up again. As her fingernail slid lightly along its length it jerked and twitched in response. Closing her fingers about its twitching girth she at first slowly and then faster ran her hand up and down it's length. The taunting voice of the huge negro tickled her ears as her thoughts ran rapid. Girlish giggles about the length and girth of the blood engorged blue black hunk of man flesh repeatedly played through her brain along with his taunts.

"You likes Kareem's baby maker don't you Mrs. Reynolds? You likes looking at it, feeling it, squeezing it, stroking it! I bets your horny white trash ass can't wait to feels it pounding your snatch can you? Well fore dat happens slut I specks you to kiss it, to worship it, pay homage to it." Even before the last words of his taunt registered in the mush jokingly called her brain her lips parted and she leaned toward him. Hardly had her tongue lapped over the oozing tip then her lips closed over its spongy head. As her teeth every so lightly grazed his cock his fingers curled into her soft shoulder length strawberry blond hair. The blood roaring through her veins, the mad pounding of her heart was so loud that all other sound was blotted out. Yet as if she actually could hear his eager mocking words her lips moved further down his cock.

Again and again her lips moved up and down him and with each successive forward movement another half inch or so slipped between them. As she drew a section on the vein rich hunk of darkness her tongue fluttered rapidly along the underside, caressing, teasing him. Like a baby feeding at its mothers nipple she slavishly labored to bring him the ejaculation she knew he wanted. Gasping, choking sputters issued from around the cock driving ever faster and deeper between her lips as with left hand upon his hip and her right caressing, fondling, hefting his egg size nodules she sought to please him.

Would she like the taste of his cum, or would she she wondered find it repugnant just as she did her husbands. But even as the question formed in her mind the negro's cock jerked like an unmanned fire hose. Then like an erupting volcano spewing forth its bubbling boiling lava his thick slightly salty cum splashed against the entrance to her throat. Whether it was her own mind directing her actions or somehow Kareem's words had made it through the roaring in her ears she obediently sought to swallow his offering. Despite her best efforts though some of his thick globular cum oozed from between her tightly clinging lips and his black hardness. Still though she continued to suck and swallow in a hungry desire to draw every last drop of him from his quivering egg sack.

Even after the last thick string of his ejaculation had joined that already in her stomach she continued to suck lovingly while hoping for still more. She continued to do so until with a mirthless chuckle of what a cock hungry slut she was he both pushed against her forehead and jerked his cock from between her tightly clinging lips. As his dark salvia coated appendage pulled from her mouth she was surprised to see that unlike her husbands cock Kareem's was still rigid. Reaching out she both stroked his salvia coated cock and rolled her small hand over and around its spongy head. Not even his mocking laughter that she couldn't get enough of his cock stilled her hand and when he directed her to her feet she almost leaped from her chair.

Standing on her tip toes she both raised her face toward his and closed her eyes in anticipation of his kissing her. For a moment he looked at her hardly believing how easily she had succumbed to him, then grabbing the loose folds of her dress he yanked it from her and carelessly tossed it aside. The suddenness and savagery of his actions stunned her. But that was as nothing compared to the fright she felt as he twisted her about and pushed her face down over her desk. Mocking laughter that he didn't kiss no slut what sucked his black dick and drank his cum turned her face red. Yet despite her shame and the heart thumping fear encompassing her she readily obeyed his gravely command to spread her legs.

A shiver of arousal such as she had never before felt surged through her as his hand moved between her legs and his thick fingers teased at what no black man ever had. A sobbing moan welled in her heaving chest as obedient to his touch and harshly spoken command her feet both shuffled backwards and spread wider apart. His boastful taunt of how much he was going to enjoy fucking her burned her ears and seared into her brain. Instead of his words shaming her though as they rightly should have they instead had the opposite effect. Thoughts of her husband flicked through her addled mind but then were quickly extinguished as first one and then another thick dark finger pushed into the leaking faucet between her legs.

Spasmodic shivers of pleasure racked her petite white body as her hips ground back to met the thick fingers delving into her. Then suddenly the pleasure giving fingers were pulled from her. Her wail of unrealized fulfillment was like that of a tortured soul but then she felt something bigger and harder running teasingly over her fluttering pussy lips. As he guided his torrid hardness to the moist slit between her legs then pushed just its tip into her she tried to squirm away. But his tight hold on her waist prevented her from accomplishing that which she sought to do. For long minutes he simply stood there with his monstrous blackness buried in the seething bubbling cauldron between her shaky legs relishing the moment of conquest. Then with a touch of sadistic glee along with a tightening of his buttocks and a rotating of his hips he sent another inch of his tumultuous blue black hardness into her.

Whimpering pleas that he was to big, that he would ruin her bubbled from her trembling lips only to be drowned by contemptuous laughter. "Dat's right slut, dat's right. I's going to ruin you. After dat pussy of yourn has a taste of my black baby maker it ain't ever going to be wanting a little bitty white thing like your ol' mans again. All dat snatch going to be wanting, all it going to be finding pleasure from is nigga cock." As the last rumbled from his raspy throat his hips jerked yet again sending another inch of blackness into the tight clinging confines of her cunt.

Again, at least to all outward appearances, he remained motionless behind her. But it was a whole different story inside her. Like a living entity his monstrous dark cock pulsed and throbbed sending spikes of never before realized pleasure rippling through her. Her slim petite body quivered and shook with each spike and raspy lust filled moans as well as drool slipped from her slack cum encrusted lips. Unwittingly she again tried to push back to met him but just as before his tight hold on her slim waist prevented her from doing so.

"Does Mrs. Reynolds be wanting dis ol' nigga to shove his powerful black cock in her tight white cunt and breed her? Is dat what you be wanting Mrs. Reynolds? Well is it slut?" But instead of the bubbling supplication he expected her only response was soulful moans. For a second he thought of again taunting her but then another thought flashed through his brain. With agonizing slowness he withdrew three then four inches of his dark hardness until all but the cauliflower shaped head remained between her splayed lips. Then with a twisting and grinding of his loins he lunged forward sinking not only that which he had withdrawn but another two inches as well.

For several ragged breaths silence filled the empty room as her body convulsed and brilliant flares exploded in her brain in response to the unprecedented depth to which he had penetrated her. Then like the ringing of fine crystal to his ears her sobbing plea for him to fuck her, to shove his black cock into her reverberated from the walls of the classroom. In answer to her stuttering repeated pleas his hips again jerked sending yet another inch between her moist splayed lips.

With an agonizingly slow grinding of his hips he set a pace that nearly fifty years of experience had taught him was sure to prolong his pleasure. Fleeting images of his other conquest of white women flashed before him as he stared down at the nearly seven inches of dark cock sawing in and out of her. God but she was tight. Tighter then any of those other white bitches he'd fucked. Not only was she tighter she was a hell of a sight better looking then any of those other cunt's. Two more inches. Just two more inches and Mrs. Reynolds would be his whenever he wanted her.

Reaching out he pushed his thick fingers into her strawberry blond hair lifting her face from her desk. Like a cowboy yanking back on the reins of a run away horse he forced her head up and back. Then with a last powerful thrust he drove his pelvis forward not stopping till every last centimeter of his blood engorged nine inch blue black cock was sheathed in her tight cunt. Labored grunts of fuck that black cock you nasty white slut spilled from his thick lips as again and again and yet again his pelvis smacked into her upturned jiggling buttocks. Gasped whimpers of ohhhh Godddd big sooo bigggg not only heightened his arousal but intensified his desire to completely and totally dominate her.

Never, not even in her wildest childhood fantasies had she ever imagined being filled such as she was now. The fullness, the pain that encompassed her very being as time and again and ever faster the old negro drove into her was both excruciating and yet mind numbingly pleasurable. Sobbing soulful pleas for the negro to fuck her, for him to make her his slut bubbled from her lips as she masochistically impaled herself on his lead pipe hard black cock.

The mad thumping of her heart, the blood roaring through her veins was so loud it felt as if her very flesh was pulsating with their sound. Flickering thoughts of her husband surfaced even as she continued to push back at the monstrous dark cock driving repeatedly and powerfully into her. Why hadn't Dale ever made her feel like this? Why, why, why. But as quickly as the question had wormed through her passion fogged mind a mocking sultry voice answered. Because he's got a skinny little white mans dick.

As if to deny the filthy vision that threatened to consume her she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. But there was no blocking out the mind altering feel of the old negro's cock jackhammering into her or the kaleidoscope of pictures flooding her brain. It was as if he could read her mind for no sooner had the sordid images of not only his but hundreds of other black cocks fucking her come to her then faintly and as if from a great distance she heard the negro's gleeful snicker you likes nigger cock fucking you doesn't you Mrs. Reynolds.

She tried to answer but rational speech was beyond her capability. Instead she answered in the only way she could. Gasping sobs and choked grunts escaped her trembling lips as the pleasure center of her mind repeatedly flared like exploding novas. But the wanton pleasure washing through her was as nothing to that which enveloped her when with a last savage grinding thrust of his hips his cock swelled and began twitching as if it were a demented snake. Then like lava spewing from a volcano his thick globular cum shot from the head of his cock and flooded her insides.

As if in the throes of an epileptic fit her body convulsed and her mind melted as together with his her own climax engulfed her. An ear shattering scream of pure animal lust burst from her chest as with the last of her strength she pushed back against him. A minute, an hour, a lifetime later she collapsed wearily atop her desk but still the clinging tight walls of her vagina refused to let him go. Like the fingers of a farmer massaging the teat of his prize milk cow the muscles of her vulva caressed and stroked his cock in an effort to draw every last drop of his thick warm spunk. Her only answer to his repeated taunts was incomprehensible grunts

For immeasurable minutes they stayed thus then together with slapping a still quiver ass cheek he pulled from her. Through the tidal surge of blood rushing through her veins she dimly heard his jovial command and obediently, albeit slowly, she rolled from her desk and slipped to her knees. As her tongue flicked out then her lips closed about his semi limp dark cock cleaning it of their combined juices she could only mutter incomprehensibly to his taunts. "Is you my slut Mrs. Reynolds? Is you my white fuck toy to pleasure myself with whenever and however I's a mind to."

For several minutes he looked down at her with a shit eating grin on his face as she slavishly washed his cock and balls with lips and tongue. Yes, Mrs. Reynolds would serve him well of that he was sure. Then with little regard as to her feelings or what she might think he both pushed against her forehead and pulled his cock from her hungrily sucking mouth. That his actions caused her to fall awkwardly back against her desk he cared little. She was his slut. His black cock loving white trash cum slut to do with as he pleased.

"Tomorrow come lunch time Mrs. Reynolds I specs you to pay me a visit in dah boiler room, so don't disappoint me you hear me slut. Make sure you be wearing some pretty little panties stead dem old white cotton things like you wore today though. Course just like des here today I'll be keeping whatever you wear as a souvenir, so if'n you'd rather just go without panties altogether den dat be fine with me. Make it easier for dis nigga to get at your black cock loving snatch, and dat is what you be wanting isn't it slut?" Pulling up his pants he turned and retrieved his cleaning cart. Then with a self assurance and arrogance he hadn't felt in a long time he walked from the classroom without looking back.


- The End - [Maybe]

p;                                           A. G. Thomas



The screams of the dying, not only those of her people but of the orcs, grated on every nerve ending of her lithe tall frame and sent spears of pain into her brain. She wanted to throw herself in the very front of the vanguard facing the orcs but such a jester would not only be senseless but futile. She had to keep her wits about her and fight the rear guard action like the warrior princess that she was. She needn't sacrifice herself foolishly for as long as the main host of her people survived there was hope.

Turning to Tuor Finduilas urged him to take up his horn and signal her soldiers to retreat. They had fought a delaying action bravely and long enough and there was no need for the further sacrificing of what few of of her kinsmen that still stood. But even as the signal to retreat was given the orcs surged forward like a mighty wave. Heedless of the slaughter inflicted upon them they threw themselves upon the elves swords nearly burying the defenders beneath their vast numbers.

Suddenly and for no explicable reason that she could fathom just as it looked as if her kinsmen would be swept aside like chaff the orc host ceased their attack. What few of her kinsmen that remained gathered about her. As one they stood before her like a wall, silent and terrible in their consensus to protect and if need be, which would certainly be the case, to die for her.

For a moment silence like that of a death knell hung over the two waring factions and the carnage of broken and dead bodies, both of elf and orc which littered the pass. No clash of sword upon sword. No savage growls of the orcs, or the answering battle cry of elf was heard. Even the screams of the wounded and dying had ceased. It was as if the very air itself held its breath.

She felt someone, she knew not who, pulling at her, trying to drag her to safety. Tearing her arm from her purposed saviors grasp Finduilas with a scream of for kinsmen and king shattering the silence leapt forward into the midst of the orcs. For a moment her kinsman stood as if of stone, for the suddenness and ferociousness of her attack surprised them. The orcs, also surprised by her attack, fell back before her. Some even turning and fleeing in panic as pressing ever deeper into their ranks she hewed arm and head from orc to stunned to respond.

Deeper, ever deeper into the orc hoard she pressed. But now the choked cry coming from her throat, and which was heard by orc and elf alike, was that of her beloved Gwindor which she knew she would never see or hold again. Hearing her cry and knowing it was her death kneel as one her brave kinsmen leapt forward into the disordered milling ranks of the orcs. But the battle cry upon their lips as they fought their way to her side was not that of for king and kinsmen but Finduilas, for Finduilas and glory.

As if awakening from a nightmarish sleep, and with the closing of ranks, the answering battle cry of better then twenty thousand orcs shook the very ground. Within moments all but a handful of the four hundred elves lay dead or sorely wounded. Amongst those felled in that last terrible onslaught was Finduilas. The pitiful few of her kinsmen who still lived wept as children as they gazed a final time on their beloved and brave princess laying as if reposed in sleep.

Yet though they wept and they knew not what fate awaited them their hearts swelled with pride. For Finduilas' hand still gripped her shattered sword and about her still and silent form lay the hewed bodies of countless orcs. The last image they had of the flower of their race before they were led away in chains was of her still and silent body surrounded by ribald cheering orcs.

Yet even as the terrible visage of her being roughly stripped of armor and covering emblazoned itself upon their brains an orc nearly as large as a Bulrog pushed amongst his kind. What they did not see nor hear was her stir and moan. Neither did they see the huge orc kill one of his own when the smaller had raised his sword to dispatch her as so many other wounded elves had been.

With a savage growl Battalion Commander Moglig turned on the others but non dared gainsay him. Indeed like whipped curs they slink from him, contending instead to scavenge amongst other fallen, both elf and orc.

Alone, and with his massive legs straddling the softly moaning elf female, Moglig stared down at her. Why, he wondered, had he denied his men from dispatching her as they already had and would undoubtedly do other of her kinsmen? Certainly not because she was a female. No, it wasn't that. It was because he recognized her for having been the reason that the hated elves had fought so bravely and almost to the last man.

Yet being a female she would undoubtedly fetch a high price at a slave auction. Not just because she was shapely, but because of her evident high breeding. Perhaps the price for her would go even higher if her bravery in the days battle were told. Whoever bought her though would have to be very careful for she would not bend easily to another's will. Indeed and in all likelihood, she would probably kill whoever bought her.

No, if he choose not to keep her he would probably be better off if he simply presented her to his Master. Doing so would undoubtedly be wiser. Presenting a high born elf female to the Master would undoubtably be looked on favorably. So favorably that instead of just simple monetary gain he would also rise in stature.

Why though he wondered, was she lying here? There was blood on her certainly, but none of it appeared to be her own. Was it possible that upon seeing that their cause was lost she had feigned injury with the purpose of escaping after the orc army had withdrawn? He seriously doubted that such a thought had crossed her mind. Besides she had been in the forefront of her men and had continued to fight even as those about her had been struck down. Why then was she lying here if she had not been sorely wounded he again wondered?

Reaching down he twisted her long midnight black hair about his fingers and yanked her to her feet. It was then that he saw the shallow cut and ugly bruise on her right temple. Her injury appeared to be from a deflected sword blow which, if not for her helm, would surly have been a killing blow. With her feet better then a foot and a half from the ground so that when her eyes opened she would be looking directly into his face he shook her as a wolf would a ground mouse.

Her eyelids fluttered and a groan of pain issued from her dry throat as she hung limp in his grasp. Though he knew she couldn't understand him he pulled her face to his and spit at her that she was a prisoner of the proud Nurgluc. The bravest and most fearsome regiment of the Dark Lords mighty army. With a curl of his thick lips that showed a mouth full of brownish fangs along with a barking cough that might have passed for a laugh he taunted her about her future.

Not about the suffering and torment that she would endure at the hands of his Master, but as a sex slave. With his large hand running over her lithe near naked body to stress his point he took pleasure in telling her that once he'd grown tired of her he would give her to his underlings.

With what might have passed for chuckled mirth from his kind he sputtered that after he had enjoyed her he would give her to his officers and noncoms. If she survived their use of her she would then become the pleasure toy for every Nurgluc soldier under his command. If such was her fate she would be servicing no fewer then fifty Nurgluc daily.

Releasing his hold on her hair he dropped her at his feet. For several long minutes he looked down at her as lurid pictures of her pleasuring him and others that he choose to give her to wove through his mind. Shaking his massive head to clear it of the images he flailed his arms and barked up, up. Not until he raised his foot as if to kick her though did she climb slowly to her feet. Grabbing her shoulders he turned her about so that she faced the opposite direction of the orcs host of which but a cloud of dust marked their passing. With a shove to her bare back and a wild wave of a muscular arm, which was almost as big around as her thigh, he motioned her forward.

Finduilas had no idea what was in store for her since she had not understood a single word that the huge orc had said. But if the gleam in his beady eyes and his large pawing rough hand was any indication she knew she wouldn't like it. She needed to escape, to somehow find a way back to her beloved Gwindor and her kinsmen.

Perhaps if she slowly stumbled along, which wouldn't be to hard to do since her boots had been stripped from her, she could prolong their travel time. She knew that the closer they got to Angband the likelier the chances were that they would came upon roaming bands of orcs. If such happened her chances of escaping would be doubly hard. Her only hope was to delay that eventuality.

But how to accomplish it without making her efforts to obvious, or angering her captor in the process remained to be seen? She was not so foolish as to expect rescue. No relief force had been expected for her soldiers had been the rear guard. Their lives, if need be, freely and gladly given so that what remained of her own beloved Gwindor's army might reach and join those of King's Thingol and Fingolfin. No, she was alone. If she were to escape, if she were to survive, it would be by her wits alone, and without help from kinsmen.  

When she didn't appear at the expected rendezvous, rightly or wrongly, her beloved would assume that she were dead. Her only consolation was the oath of vengeance that he would swear. That, and his terrible wrath when he again met the orc host. Oh how she prayed that she would survive to see that day. To see him, if for but one last time, swinging his mighty sword with such ferocity that even the mighty worm Glaurung would quake with fear.

Mayhap if she were cunning enough, lucky enough, she would once again be at her beloved's side before to many days passed. Until that day though she would do what ever she must to survive. She must not, nay, would not give into despair. She must think of the present and how best to escape. What ever course of action she decided upon though she had better act quick. She had perhaps a fortnight, maybe less, before the massive gates of the Iron Prison closed behind her. Once that happened there would be no escape, no reunion.

Hours later, as the last faint rays of the sun tinted the sky unable to take another step, she slumped exhausted to the hard rocky ground. Wearily rolling over onto her back she looked up at her captor through eyes dimmed from fatigue. Would he, thinking her weak and not worth the effort, kill her now? No. She mustn't think like that. She must go on. But oh she was so exhausted. A minute. If he gave her but a minute she would climb to her feet and then even if he forced her to march through the night she would do so.

But as she made an effort to rise he planted his foot to her chest forcing her back down. For what seemed like a life time he stood over her with his foot still pressing on her chest. Was this then how she was to die she wondered as she looked up into the hideous face that showed not the slightest emotion? Would he crush the life from her as if she were a bug?

Feebly her hands rose to his thick ankle in a feeble attempt to dislodge his foot as her breathing became ever more ragged and difficult. To her immense relief, though her effort to pry his foot from her had been futile, the pressure upon her chest lessened then disappeared completely.

To her further surprise he sat down beside her and together with roughly jerking her head from the ground pressed a skin of water to her lips. The water was tepid and foul tasting. But to her, because she was so thirsty, it was like the finest ambrosia. She knew that she shouldn't drink her fill, knew that if she did so she would be sick. But no sooner had the thought crossed her mind, and even as her second deep swallow slid down her throat, together with jerking the skin from her lips he let her head fall back.

Neither when he had initial yanked on her hair, or when her head had pounded against the rocky ground did a murmur of protest issue from her lips, even though her head hurt terribly. The pain she felt had to be from more then his rough treatment. Slowly raising her hand so as not to startle him and bring his wrath down on her she felt of her right temple. A soft groan of pain passed her lips as her fingers tenderly touched the area where the pain seemed to be centered.

She remembered now. Oh sweet Lluvatar did she remember. She had thought she was about to die. Out of the corner of her eye, as she was pulling her sword from the neck of an orc, she had caught the glimmer of a descending sword. Someone must have deflected the sword blow else she surely would be dead. But she wasn't dead, she was alive, and because she was alive she would find a way to survive. No matter what the cost or what she had to do she would survive. She would live to see the day that the mighty army's of elf and man stormed the gates of Angband. Until that day came, no pain or humiliation that the orcs might inflict upon her would be to great to bare.

Her eyes flew open and her thoughts snapped back to the here and now as incomprehensible grunts and growls assaulted her ears. For a moment she looked up at her captor confusedly as he fumbled at his waist. When to her surprise he produced what appeared to be a chunk of meat she weakly rose to sit beside him. Without dwelling on what it was that he shoved into her hand she brought it to her mouth and bit into the offered nourishment.

Again, though it was stringy and rancid smelling, it was as the finest ambrosia. And when he shoved yet a second piece at her she accepted it heartily. After she had eaten her fill he gave her another drink from his skin. She expected him to tie her up so that she wouldn't escape. Instead, and to her relief, along with what to her were meaningless growls and grunts he lightly pushed her to the ground.  

For several minutes, without moving so much as a muscle, Moglig looked down at her prone still form. Confusion clouded his brain. He had always believed that her kind were soft and not to be feared. As if to proof his belief this female of their species could not even cover the ground that the weakest of the Nurgluc might cover. Yet this same woman had shattered that belief earlier. Such was contradictory to what he believed. Which was real? Was it possible that she was shuffling along like a drunkard in hopes of rescue?

Surely such could not be the case. She and hers had been the rear guard meant to delay and if possible stop the orc army from catching the retreating elves. From the first though their stand was hopeless, and he was sure that they had known it. Yet never had he or other commanders of the orc army faced such determined and ferocious fighters.

Even he, mightiest of the Nurgluc, had stood in awe when she had charged alone and screaming into the midst of his own proud Nurgluc. She had struck trepidation into hearts that had never before known fear and she had killed many in the process. She had accomplished her task even though it had meant the lives of nearly all her followers.

Though he hated to admit it she had accomplished her task better then many an orc commander might have, for even now as the orc host followed her retreating people it did so dispiritedly. In all likelihood his people would never catch hers. Perhaps that was a good thing for he was sure that they had been retreating so as to join forces with a second elf army.

He didn't like to think so but maybe the reason that he had searched for her body after the battle was because of her bravery. Maybe he had wished to honor her as one brave and mighty warrior should another. She hadn't been dead though. She had lived and now she was his. She was a worthy prize and so unlike those soft elf or human women that were captured from time to time in raids.

No, she was a true warrior, and whoever possessed her would be looked upon as mighty indeed. And he Moglig, the proudest and bravest of the Nurgluc, was the one who possessed her. He would be envied and idolized by all those who had fought against her. Her bravery and ferociousness would be talked about and expanded upon until it was she and she alone that had held back the mighty orc host. Looking down at her torn and bloody feet he marveled that even now she voiced no complaint.

Shedding his tunic Moglig ripped it into strips. Grabbing each of her legs in turn, and disregarding her initial struggles he wrapped the course cloth about her legs from foot to just above her knees. Satisfied, he once more turned his attention to her long, but what was to him her otherwise skinny form. She had not the mass of the few females of his kind that he had seen. Still though she did have a more pleasing shape then most females of her species. Idly he wondered if she would be able to carry his child.

Finduilas, in her surprise at his seeming caring, but oblivious to his thoughts smiled weakly at him. A moment later though a gasp more of surprise then of anything else hissed from between her lips as his large hand fell upon her belly. She could but stare at his rough dark hand as he spread his fingers apart covering nearly her whole abdomen. With difficulty she pulled her eyes from his hand and looked into his hideous misshapen face. A face that would give even the bravest of elf nightmares.

It was almost twice as large as her own and elongated. His ears, larger and more pointed then hers, rose from the sides of his head like the wings of a bird in flight. From his broad high forehead perhaps two inches above and on the outside his eyes rose two small horns. His brows and cheekbones were so pronounced that his nose seemed flat by comparison. Moving her eyes lower still she gazed for long immeasurable minutes at his lips. Lips that were every bit as thick as one of her fingers and from the corner of which drool fell.

How, she wondered would those lips feel to his mate. Would, did, his mate find pleasure, enjoyment in them upon her? A shiver as if from a cool breeze rippled over her flesh before she was able to tear her eyes from his broad mouth. Why she wondered had she allowed herself to think such a thing. Shaking her head to clear it of such thoughts, her eyes slowly drifted downward over his broad hairless chest to his protruding belly.

The orc before her was undoubtedly the largest and ugliest she had ever seen. He was almost as big as a fearsome Bulrog. He was as different from the normal orc as her kinsmen were from man. She could only thank Lluvatar that she had never met him in battle.  

As her eyes moved upward once more to his hideous face there was no doubt in her mind that if he wasn't high born he at least stood very high in the orc ranks. But if such was the case why then was he taking her to her doom. Why hadn't he assigned the task to a common soldier. What if anything did he hope to gain by personally taking her to Angband? Rich's? Higher status? Surely he could not hope to gain such even if he presented her to the Dark Lord himself. After all, she was but a simple princess of the Noldor. No, there must be another reason, but what?

Suddenly her thoughts shifted from what's and why's to panic as without warning his thick arm fell on her. With the ease of an adult handling a baby he rolled her onto her side and pulled her back against his massive body. Panic surged through her and in that panic she struggled with him. His strength was such though that her feeble struggles were as nought and ceased altogether with his barking growl and an even further tightening of his arms about her.

As one frozen she lay shivering with her back pressed fully to the front of his massive body, his hot breath washing over her ear like a bellows from a forge. How long she lay thus until sleep finally wrapped her in its soft warm embrace she didn't know. Moglig though did not sleep. His mind was filled with thoughts that were totally alien to him. Unfamiliar and disturbing certainly, but, and this surprised him, not distasteful. A smile curled his large thick lips as in her sleep she squirmed as if seeking greater comfort before with a soft sigh settling ever tighter against him.

Raising slightly he looked down at her face. A face which he was sure that her kind found very pleasing. With a slow movement so as not to wake her his hand moved to her breast. As his hand covered and squeezed her breast with almost tender care she wiggled back against him and a soft sigh slipped from between her lips. Moving his hand from her he slipped it down between their two body's, his fingernails raking her bare buttocks as he did so. He held his breath as she with a discordant moan jerked from his touch.

Yet at fast as she had shied from his touch she just as quickly pressed back against him but not before he was able to loosen his pants and free his cock. Without any effort on his part better then five inches of his foot long thick cock wormed between her legs simply from her own movements. To his surprise her thighs tightened about him as his cock slid against her pussy. Her breath caught and her body stiffened as his breath washed the side of her face and her ear like a bellows stoking a forge.

A heartbeat later together with her thighs rubbing together and her hand reaching back between them soft purring rumbles sounded in her throat. As her fingers traced over his protruding belly then glided lightly ever downward visions of him burying himself in her flashed before his eyes. His fingers tingled as if stunned from a sword blow as they closed about and lightly tugged on her nipples. But that wasn't the only sensation that shot through him for the tips of her fingers had lightly touched the base of his cock causing his whole large body to quiver.

Spittle fell from his thick lips to land on her cheek and in his excitement he licked it away before closing his lips over her ear. In response to his slobbering mouth and the probing tip of his tongue a shudder rippled through her and a soft stuttering moan issued from her lips. Her fingers tightened on the circumference of his thick cock squeezing him, her head lolled up and back thus allowing his lips and tongue to trace across her face.

Continuous rumbling purrs like that of a lion cub vibrated in her throat as his lips, his tongue moved over her face before centering on her mouth. Turning her face even more to his her mouth opened to accept his probing pointed tongue. For a breath, maybe two, the fingers which had been tightly gripping him relaxed their hold. But hardly had they done so before along with them again tightening she sucked hungrily on the tongue which had slipped past her lips and into her mouth.

Her responding fingers, like her mouth, instead of simply squeezing him began moving slowly up and down the length of him that wasn't between her legs.

Through the mist surrounding her she looked down at the two figures. The smaller, slighter figure, hers, was lying with her back pressed to the larger. Gwindor's? She felt the longing, the need, the arousal of the smaller figure as the larger, with his arm draped over her, tweaked and stimulated her breast and nipples. Mesmerized she watched as the smaller, along with turning her face up and back welcoming the kiss of the larger, began stroking him. Though she hovered above the two figures she felt, she actually felt the unbelievably hard member between her legs rubbing against her pussy.

She heard the faint whimpers of pleasure and arousal breathed into and swallowed by the mouth of the larger. She felt, oh how she felt, the growing heat surging through the body of the smaller as the larger figures fingers teased and tormented her breast and nipple. Then suddenly it was as if she had been struck deaf for no whisper of sound touched her even though it was obvious that the smaller still moaned soulfully.

With disbelieving eyes he stared thunderstruck as the smaller squirming figure willingly and without hesitation or protest acceded to the larger. Disbelievingly she watched as the huge bulk after getting onto its knees lifted and adjusted the smaller in like fashion before it. A strange tingling sensation raced through her floating etherial form as the smaller, after opening its legs wider, pushed back to meet the larger.

She felt, oh how she felt the unbelievably long hard cock press against then slowly begin to push into the smaller figure. Like a thunderclap the smaller figures pleading scream to be taken, to be continually and repeatedly used burst upon her ears and reverberated through her skull. Her etherial form shivered and pulsed with the thrill, the joy, the wanting of it as the two figures at first slowly then faster moved against each other. With a tremendous writhing of the slight body a scream, that also held a soulful plea to be allowed to pleasure the larger for all eternity shook the very heavens.

No sooner had the words of supplication and plea of eternal subservience filled every pore of her ethereal being then the mist cleared. At first she refused to believe or accept what had been revealed to her but the truth was undeniable. Below her and still moving against and giving voice to pleasuring in all ways and for all eternity was not, as she had supposed, her to her beloved Gwindor, but her to the grotesque monstrously huge orc.

Together with her eyes flying open and her lithe frame stiffening a gasp burst from her throat. With the speed of an arrow shot from a bow she suddenly slipped from the orcs encircling heavy arm and rolled several feet away. With the gracefulness of a mountain lion she whirled to face him. Her breath came in ragged gulps as along with holding her arm out in front of her as if to ward him off she violently shook her head.

Other then propping his head up he made no move. He simply looked at her, his eyes taking in and appreciating every detail of her virtually naked body. In her haste to get away from him, through no fault of hers his long sharp fingernails had caught on her thigh length tunic. All that remained was a small band about her waist, that except for its raggedness looked like a wide belt, and the sleeves. What remained might as well of not existed and yet for reasons that he couldn't explain when combined with the leggings he had earlier fixed for her the effect on him was highly stimulating.

What might have passed for a smile touched his lips for instead of trying to cover herself or run away she was returning his stare. Her eyes though were not on his face, they were on his foot long cock which was as almost as big around as her wrist. For long minutes neither moved, then every so slowly along with raising to a sitting position he held his arm out to her. As softly as he could in a guttural mockery of the elven tongue he hissed Come, princess. Come, Moglig.

His purpose was not to frighten her but to stress his dominance. She was his captive, his slave to treat and to do with as he wished. If she did not already realize that she at least suspected that whether she lived or died or what became of her was by his whim. From her panic he knew that she was aware that he wanted to breed her. Also written on her face was why he wasn't forcing himself upon her. He himself wasn't sure why he didn't. After all he was bigger and stronger.

Perhaps, he thought, it was because he wanted her to come to him of her own free will. To accept him as she would her elf lover or husband. Why that was so he wasn't certain, for such had never before been the case with any other female that he had known. And he had known many be she orc, elf or human. But with the certainty of his desire images of her willingly coming to him flashed before his eyes.

Blinking away the images he again fixed his eyes on her. He realized a moment of pleasure as she slowly climbed to her feet and moved toward him. Stopping maybe a foot from him she slowly raised her open hand. For a moment she paused before with a slight mental shake of her head and a spreading of her fingers she placed it lightly upon his hairless bare chest. As she did so his arms snaked about her. Together with his large hands, each encompassing a butt cheek, pulling her tighter to his massive bulk, he lowered his head to her bare breast.

A whoosh of air was expelled from her lungs and a soft purring sound vibrated in her throat as his mouth and tongue teased first one then the other of her nipples. With a lightness, a tenderness, that surprised even him, his incisors nipped and tugged on her nipples even as his thick pointed tongue flicked against them like a whip. Her back arched thrusting her breast upward to his broad slobbering mouth and a moan slipped from her lips as his fingers tightened on her buttocks pulling her tighter to him.

Her head lolled back as together with her body melting against his a long stuttering groan spilled from her lips. When for a second his face lifted from her of her own volition her fingers cupped hers breast, presenting them, offering them to him while squirming against his huge hairless bulk. As his greedily slobbering mouth again covered her breast a shudder as if from a cold wind raced through her and her hands sought his shoulders for support.

Heat and the inexplicable terrible need to be taken, to be savagely and animalisticly used by the grotesque orc filled every pore of her being. Never, never had such feelings, such need, such want filled her when she had been in the arms of her beloved husband Gwindor. Why? Why hadn't these feelings consumed her before she silent screamed as the monstrous orcs teeth and tongue continued to tease and torment her nipples sending ripple upon ripple of pleasure through her.

Even as a brilliant burst of multi colored light exploded in her brain and spread to every nerve ending in her comely frame a voice sounded in Moglig's ears. Jerking his mouth from her trembling quivering body he looked about for the voices source. Yet even as his eyes told him that but for the two of them there was no one else, the voice again rang in his ears and vibrated through his skull with a clarity as if the Master himself were standing beside him.

Tease her, toy with her, make her want. If you do this Moglig I promise that soon, very soon she will come to you. Maybe not tonight or tomorrow, and maybe not even the day after, but she will come to you. Without reservation and knowing no shame she will accept and take you onto herself. You will become her all and even more precious to her then life itself. To know, to feel the rapturous pleasure derived from your touch she will forsake heath and kinsmen. Her only and every desire will be to give you pleasure in what so ever manner you wish. And from her womb will come the one that will bring about the total and complete destruction of her race.    

bsp;                                               A. G. Thomas




She tried not to stare, but time and again her eyes darted back to the animals haunches, or rather to what was protruding below them. My God he was big, not just in length either. A strange tickling feeling flared up between her legs spreading upward throughout her willowy frame before seemingly centering on her breast. The sensation was so overpowering that her nipples actually began to ache.

Without consciously being aware of her actions her hands moved in two directions at once. One, downward between her legs and the growing dampness, while the other moved upward to her highly sensitive nipples. The animal, which until then had seemingly been ignoring her, turned his head fixing his eyes on her. For long immeasurable minutes beast and human female stared one at the other but then the link was broken as the bitch beside him whimpered for his attention.

But instead of mounting her for yet a third time he growled and snapped at her. As the female slunk to her belly and crawled a few feet away the great beast once more turned to stare at Natalie. A soft ohhh slipped from her lips and her eyes drifted closed as her fingers rubbed over her clit sending an electric like shock through her. For a second as she shivered in secondary response to the small orgasm she had achieved a picture formed in her mind.

Like a trap that had been sprung her eyes snapped open as if to assure her brain that what it had seen wasn't real. That it was but a disgusting figment of imagination. As if a fire had been lit beneath her she jumped to her feet along with pulling her hand out from beneath her husbands large flannel hunting shirt.

Her senses went into overload as they tried to digest and prioritize everything thing that had happened in the few seconds that her eyes had been closed. Filthy, disgusting, depraved images. Her cell phone ringing. The magnificent, wild, beast, panting heavily and with eyes locked on her, mere feet from her. With the depraved scenario again filling her brain and with panic so great that it seemed to be choking her she turned and fled for the safety of the cabin.

As she flung open the screen door and rushed inside she looked back over her shoulder. She was sure, could have sworn, that the beautiful beast was right behind her and about to pounce but he hadn't moved toward the door. No he was still standing on her porch where she had been sitting so he hadn't moved except for cocking his head as if mystified by her behavior. Pulling up short she turned to face the beast muttering more to herself then him "you frighten me boy."

For a moment the large beast, more beautiful and regal then she imagined any wild animal had a right to be continued to study her, and then he turned and unhurriedly moved from her porch and walked from the clearing. A sense of lose that she was hard pressed to explain washed over her as she watched him disappear amongst the trees.

She was sure that she had witnessed something that few other humans had been lucky enough to, and she had done so from the front porch of her cabin. Would his bitch get pregnant she idly wondered. She couldn't imagine how it would be otherwise she lightly giggled at the memory of what she had witnessed. My God, he must have seeded her at least four times with each taking of her. He had been the perfect example and definition of what an alpha male should be like.

Turning from the screen door she walked the few feet to the combination kitchen dining room and picked up her phone. Hitting redial she waited patiently for her husband to pick up. As she did her thoughts drifted back to last summer when her husband of three years had first shown and informed her that he had purchased the small three room hunting cabin.

She had gone ballistic and had made no small bones about saying she hated the place. She was a city girl not some country bumpkin. What would happen if, God forbid, one of them was injured she'd screamed. The nearest town, and that just a general store and a gas station was eighteen miles away. How would the other cope. What would / could he / she do? Why had he bought it anyway without consulting her. Hadn't they always made decisions together before?

Her tirade had gotten worse as she had screamed if he thought she was going to come up here during hunting season he was crazy. She wasn't going to stay in the cabin alone while he was out chasing bambi. Hunters could break in and rape her for God sake. Didn't he love or care about her.

As is often the case though when one gives something a chance, instead of hate there is love. By their third visit and that during hunting season her attitude about the cabin and the solitude had drastically changed. And now here she was, alone but strangely not lonely, the second hunting season after Timothy had purchased the cabin.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that at first she didn't realize that her husband had answered the phone.

"Honey I'm sorry. I won't be able to break away from here and join you for at least three days. Way things are looking though there's a good chance I won't get there before the weekend. Old man Richardson's got his ass in an uproar. Something about a shipment that should have been in Toledo a week ago but for all anybody knows wound up in bum fuck Egypt instead. I'm sorry, really I am. Maybe you should just pack up and come on back."

"Tim.... Timothy its alright. Really it is. You just get things sorted out and I'll see you in three days."

"But I know how uncomfortable you are staying there alone. I'll never be able to forgive myself if something should happen. I mean I know how frightened your are of hunters coming by. No I'd rather you come home. We'll visit the cabin some other time. Maybe this winter. We've never been to the cabin in the winter time, it should be really beautiful with all the snow."

"No silly I'm staying. The chances of a hunter coming anywhere near the cabin is next to nil. Besides I've got a protector." With that she began to tell him about the huge wolf that she had seen. But hardly had she began to tell him in detail about what she had witnessed then he cut her short whispering that Mr. Richardson had just stepped into his office.

With a whispered I love you and a promise to see her as soon as he could the connection was broken. Without putting down her phone she turned and walked back to the door of the cabin to look out at all the beautiful fall colors. Without realizing she was doing so her eyes scanned the edges of the woods searching for the regal animal that had so stirred feelings in her.

That night as she slept, and while dreams of what had transpired less then fifteen feet from her that afternoon played in a continuous loop, her husband sat in a dark bar 500 miles away talking to a stranger.

"She'll be there God damn it he growled as he pushed a bulky envelope along with a picture of Natalie across the table. You just make sure you do what I'm paying you for. No, I don't give a flying fuck what you do to her. Rape her, torture her, cut off her little tits, do whatever sick little thing you want to the bitch I don't care. Just make sure that when I get to the cabin Sunday evening I'm a widower. You do that and come next week there'll be another $10,000 in your P.O. Box."

The gleam of perversion that twinkled in the strangers eyes as he looked down at the picture of Tim's beautiful wife sent a cold chill up the mans back. For a second he almost felt pity for her being in the hands of this manic for better then four days. Would his torture of her be such that she would go crazy from the pain he inflicted before he finally slit her throat. Well it was out of his hands now. Best not to think about it or he'd be sick.

His thoughts were such that it was a moment before he realized that the sicko had spoken. "Yeah that's fine. The sooner you leave the better. Just make sure that the job is finished no later then Sunday and that your long gone before I arrive."

For several seconds the stranger looked into Tim's eyes waiting for him to change his mind. For him to blurt out to simply put a bullet into the raven haired beauty's head. Most of his contracts were handled that simply, even when he was told to make it look like a house burglary or mugging. It was seldom that he was allowed to practice that which he truly loved, and here it had been handed to him on a silver platter.

He was certain that the fat old fucker had no idea of the anguish, the torment, the pain that his wife was going to endure before she was finally allowed to die. Maybe he would stick around just to see the assholes reaction when he walked into their cabin. It would almost be worth the extra $10,000 just to watch him puke his guts out when he saw her blooded mangled body.

Yeah that'd be something to see alright. Especially if the first thing he saw upon entering the cabin was her decapitated head. With a last sick smile at Tim the stranger stood and walked from the bar.

Stepping from the shower Natalie walked the ten or so steps to her suitcase naked and unconcerned. After all who was there to see her? Not once in any of their visits had they seen another soul. Not even during the last hunting season when she had most expected them too. They had heard the faint echo's of several shots toward sundown their last night in the cabin though. Opening her suitcase she laid out the clothes she had brought before deciding on her 3 piece chiffon lace set.

Not exactly what one would choose to wear while traipsing through the woods she lightly giggled. Then again traipsing through the woods hadn't been in her plans. If such had been she would have brought along jeans or at the least shorts. No she had brought what she had hoped would excite and arouse Timothy.

He had been so distant and moody of late. She had honestly looked forward to them being alone. With but three rooms there was no way that he could have ignored her. Especially with her prancing around in skimpy provocative clothes. Oh well his loss.

Slipping on her G-string then lace ruffled micro mini she brushed the tangles from her long black hair before tying on the matching soft bra top. Don't get to excited now trees she lightly giggled as she stepped from the cabin and headed toward the woods in one of the least risqué outfits that she had brought.

As she made her way beneath the canopy of bright fall colors the thought that for all the people she was likely to come upon, even though it was hunting season, she could just as well have gone naked teased at her brain. Well maybe tomorrow I will she mused as she turned in the direction of the stream that ran through their 1500 acres.

At the thought of her running amongst the trees like a naked wood nymph her light tingling laughter was picked up and carried along by the gentle breeze. Unknown and unseen thirty or so yards to her left and behind her a dark shadow quietly stalked her. Were the fuck is she going dressed like that the killer wondered as he flitted amongst the shadows.

Surely she's not just out for a walk in the woods dressed like that. Is she cheating on him? Is that why he wants her killed the way he does? If she is cheating on him then with who? And if so then why in the hell didn't her lover just come to the cabin?

At the thought of a lover being with her he literally salivated. Two for the price of one he silently maniacally giggled. Visions of how it would play out floated before his eyes. Her tied to the bed, the man to a chair so he could watch every gory minute of her torture. And when, just before her torment became to great to bare and her mind snapped, he would hang her from a beam like a hunter would a deer and have her lover cut her fucking head off. He might even have the guy gut her too before he blew his head off with a shotgun.

The ache in his loins snapped his mind back to the present but his raging hard on seemed not to notice. He could feel his cock leaking like a dripping faucet because of the scenario he had envisioned. He couldn't afford to think of what ifs or what might be. Lover or no lover he had a job to do, and he better concentrate on it.  

God damn it I should have taken her while she was prancing around the cabin naked instead of letting my curiosity get the better of me he mused. Damn, damn, damn, this is cutting into my fun time. He had just decided to make his move when to his surprise she suddenly disappeared.

God damn it he should have been watching her more closely instead of envisioning the pain and torment he was going to inflict. Still, and despite his self recrimination her naked image wavered before him. Together with shaking his head to clear it of the vision a sick smile curled his lips. He would see her naked body again real soon, of that there was no doubt. Moving forward he rushed after her, not realizing until he was a good ten feet into a clearing that he had stepped from the tree line.

But that wasn't what stopped him. The wolfs did. Snatching his gun from his shoulder holster he prepared to fire if they rushed him. Surprisingly though the wolfs seemed not to have noticed him. Their attention, especially the one damn near as big as a shetland pony seemed to be on something beside the creek. A dead deer perhaps? Well what ever it was he didn't need to see it. He had game of his own to find.

Slowly so as not to attract their attention he backed from the clearing and angled off through the woods as quietly as he could. If he didn't find her soon he'd just go on back to the cabin and wait for her. Better to accost her there then in the woods and have to lug her back.

Laying as quietly and as still as she could Natalie's eyes darted from one to the other of the five wolf's, though more often then not they focused on the huge silver tip. She had known that he was beautiful before. but now that he was almost close enough for her to touch he was absolutely magnificent. Even as her eyes feasted on the beast a part of her mind scolded her for not remembering his presence

For a second the magnificent wolfs eyes flitted to the woods. His stance shifted, his muscles coiled as if he were about to bound off. Was his mate there? If so, would she again be witness to his taking of her? At the thought of again witnessing him mate a feeling like that of a million butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach. But that wasn't the only sensation she felt. Heat flared from between her legs spreading upwards to her breast.

A soft involuntary moan issued from her. Without conscious awareness her left hand slid to her breast, her fingers teasing her nipple to pebble like hardness while her right crept across her thigh and beneath her short skirt. Her eyes, still on the huge beautiful wolf as his attention focused on where she had exited the woods, became mere slits as the sensations rippling through her increased. Suddenly, realizing that she was fantasizing not about him and his mate but of him and her, her eyes flew open wide and her hands jerked from her body.

It was as she fought to get her breathing under control that she became aware that the huge beast attention was once more on her. Through fascinated eyes she watched as his head rose and his nostrils flared testing the wind. But it was the other thing that she saw that pulled her eyes as surely as a magnet would steel shavings. With her attention focused on him as he took a step and then two more toward her, it was several heartbeats before she became aware that the other wolf's had also moved closer to her.

Oh God there going to kill me. How could you be so stupid as to forget them her mind screamed. Her first instinct was to run, and with the thought in mind she pushed herself up on her elbows looking for a possible avenue of escape.

A low rumbling growl emitted from the huge beast that was now so close to her that his breath was like a blast furnace on her face. For what seemed like an eternity eyes as blue as a summer sky bored into ones of soft hazel then the beast slowly lowered his head. His blast furnace hot breath scorched her flesh as his head dipped ever lower before finally stopping scant inches from the juncture of her thighs.  

Flashes of a National Geographic special of how wolfs hunted shot through her brain. Pictures of how a pack closed in on a sick or weak deer. Of how they went for the helpless animals legs, crippling him so that he couldn't run before tearing out his throat and feasting on his flesh till their hunger was satiated shown on the walls of her skull.

Oh God, oh God, oh God I'm going to die and no one will ever find my body her mind wailed as salvia, as hot as scalding water, dripped from the huge animals jowls searing the flesh of her inner thigh. Despite her impending end a maniacal burst of laughter echoed in her brain. Wolf's did not attack humans. In all the history of the America's there had never been a report of them doing so.

There is always a first time for everything though, and it looked as if this was one of those times. She was about to make history, and there was not a single animal rights or other fanatical activist here to witness it her mind babbled. She was not aware that in her fear that she had hysterically vocalized such until she felt the huge animals muzzle against her throat. Please, please let him kill me quickly. Please God, please don't let me suffer.

Even as the rambling soulful plea raced through her brain the huge beast, after running his tongue over her jugular and up to her ear, once more lowered his head to the juncture of her legs. As his opened jowls touched her flesh her muscles quivered involuntarily lifting her thigh hard against his cold wet nose.

Her relief that the animals head had snapped up and back was short lived as from the corner of her eye she saw the others lunge toward her. But just as it looked as if she would be torn to pieces a rumbling coughing growl burst from the beast above her. As if the four had run into an invisible barrier their forward movement stopped less then an arm length from her.

He had saved her. The silver tip had saved her. But why? Slowly, ever so slowly she reached out to the huge beast with her right hand stopping just inches from his muzzle. Just as slowly he moved his massive head forward sniffing, testing, and then his muzzle was against her hand. For several rapid heartbeats he sniffed her hand then to her surprise his lolling tongue pushed against her palm and up over her fingers.

Again and again his rough wet tongue lapped at her fingers and with each contact a tingling vibration shot from them up through her arm. Suddenly without warning his massive head dropped to her thigh. Panic stricken she opened her mouth to scream in anticipation of his tearing at her leg. But the expected gnashing of teeth and the ripping of flesh never came. Instead his sandpaper like tongue licked from mid thigh to the hem of her short skirt.

Again and again his tongue moved over her leg. With each slobbering lap his tongue moved higher and just as had happened when he'd licked her fingers an electric like charge burst upward from her womanhood spreading throughout her slight frame. Her stomach felt as if it were doing flip flops and against her will she felt herself getting wet as together with his muzzle pushing against her short skirt his slobbering tongue lapped over her panty covered treasure.

Without willing them to her legs parted as his muzzle pushed insistently and demandingly between them. Small gasping ohh's issued from her trembling lips as a nano second after the beast cold nose again pressed against her G-string his thick wet tongue lapped up over the dampness. Better then any lover's ever had, his tongue lapped and pushed at her G-string. The force of his actions so great that the thin material covering her was pushed into her exposing her outer lips.

Unbidden her hips jerked pushing her loins against his muzzle. But instead of the huge beast moving from her his tonguing pressed harder, more persistently, to her now sopping wet G-string. It honestly felt as if the huge animal was pushing the thin material inside her, using it like a condom as his thick sandpapery tongue licked and stabbed at her soul.

As if with a mind of their own her hands shot out, her fingers curling into his thick soft hair just behind his ears pulling him with her as she fell backwards. For a stuttering gasping breath the savage beast stiffened and then like the wild beast he was he renewed his attack. Without thought her legs splayed wider, welcoming, encouraging him. In a ritual as old as time itself her loins quivered, jerked and ground against the magnificent beast muzzle meeting each deep stabbing probe of his thick wet tongue.

Gasping choked sobs of yes, oh God yes, spilled from her trembling lips as the wild animals tongue lapped and prodded her sacred jewell. Never had she felt a sensation such as what was roaring through her. She felt as if she were on fire, that flames were licking over her flesh, searing her, scorching her, consuming her, and she didn't care.

Yet in the midst of her rapture a small scared voice whispered that what was happening was wrong, that it was disgusting and filthy and she perverted for becoming aroused by what the animal was doing. But another voice, a gurgling passion filled voice repeatedly screaming but one word, and that yes, drowned out the weak voice.

She felt her soul tearing from her body, felt it shooting heavenward. But even as it did it looked back. She saw herself lying beside the stream; saw the magnificent wild beast between her bent splayed legs; saw her loins jerking and grinding against his attack and her own small hands trying desperately to pull the beast large head tighter to that which but one man had ever been familiar with.

She saw other things, things that she hadn't even been aware of until her soul, dragging her mind with it shot into the star filled firmament. It was at the moment of her unbelievably mind shattering orgasm that she realized that it had not been brought on solely by the silver tip.

His teeth nipping at her G-string, bothering it much as a domesticated dog would a chew toy. The thin material shredding, ripping apart as easily as if made from paper the huge beast renewing his attack on her defenseless wanting pussy even as the other four wolfs licked her arms, chest, face and throat. A brilliant display of fireworks exploded on the backs of her eye lids and her body shook and trembled as if from a high fever.

Her ear shattering wail of rapture gurgling into silence as a wolfs tongue stabbed between her opened lips. Instinctively and without thought her lips closed trapping the tongue stabbing at her tonsils. But before her own tongue could lash out to meet and duel with the probing appendage it was jerked from between her lips.

Even as the tongue jerked from between her lips what felt like a fist being driven into her stomach knocked the air from her lungs. Her back arched pushing her up higher, harder against the long thick tongue touching her in places that her husbands penis never had. Another gurgling scream of rapture burst from her throat as explosion after explosion scorched her eyes and threatened to melt her brain. All this she heard and saw in the split second before darkness, peaceful, glorious, blessed darkness.

Out of the depths of the darkness a kaleidoscope of hazy images of what had transpired floated toward her. But before they drew near enough to make out detail all to quickly they were replaced by another. A clap of thunder, the vibration of paws pounding over the ground. Growls, the snarling and gnashing of teeth and strangely what sounded like screams, the last which ended in a gurgling cough, interrupted the flow of photographs. But it was the two successive explosions like the claps of thunder as the guttural scream became a gasping gurgle that slowly pulled her up from the darkness.

How long she lay there she didn't know, but when she came to she was alone. For several long minutes she lay there her face flushed with shame at her response to the animals administrations. Slowly gathering her wits about her she inspected herself and her clothing. Her bra, somehow its strap having come undone, was loosely dangling from one breast while her G-string, shredded and nothing more then a useless piece of cloth dangled from her left knee.

Sitting up she straightened and retied her bra before pulling her useless panties down and off. A quick inspection of the clearing confirmed that the great beautiful beast and the others were no where about. Neither did she see them on the fringes of the woods, but that did not mean that they weren't close. Why, when she was completely at their mercy, had they left? A movement off to her left pulled her eyes in that direction.

As strange as it was her heart leaped for joy. They hadn't left. They were still here. As the thoughts filled her brain the huge silver tip broke from the others. Unconcernedly he trotted toward her his large tongue lolling and dripping spittle with each step. Not daring to move for fear that he still might hurt and possibly kill her she froze. With her eyes on his every step she couldn't help but notice the unbelievably large swaying appendage between his legs. But it was his muzzle which appeared to be stained with blood that held her attention. Had he and the others killed a dear after they had left her?

For a fleeting moment her eyes moved from him to the others. There were only three now. Where was the fourth she wondered as unlike the big silver tip the others did not advance toward her. Instead, to her surprise and astonishment, they stayed on the very edge of the woods but spread out as if they were sentries.  Even as she pondered their behavior the huge magnificent beast brushed against her very much as he had done to his bitch the day before.

Hesitantly she reached out to touch his broad back. When instead of shying away from her he rubbed harder against her she ran her fingers through his long soft hair along the length of his back. Slowly, all the while continuing to run her fingers along his back and side, she pulled her legs under her and rose to her knees. "Good doggy, so friendly, so nice. Your not going to hurt Natalie are you boy." As if in answer the huge head slipped beneath her arm and his long sandpapery tongue licked her armpit. A giggle burst from her at his touch and she pushed against him to make him stop.

Again and yet again his tongue swiped over her ribcage across her chest and up to her throat. Each time his tongue trailed over her lilting girlish giggles issued from her throat. Without thinking her arms encircled his strong neck in an effort to escape his tongue. But the beast wouldn't be denied. With a shake of his head he pulled from her grasp while at the same time pushing against her knocking her from her knees.

Before her buttocks touched the ground his head was between her legs and his long thick tongue was again spearing at her womanhood. Instinctively she pushed against his large head while at the same time trying to edge away from his persistent attack. But her efforts were futile, and before his sandpapery thick tongue had swiped over her a third time every muscle of her body seemed to turn to jelly.

Her small hands fluttered as if she was unsure what to do with them, but then together with soft moans of passion issuing from her lips her fingers grasped the wolfs ears pulling his large head to her. For several minutes the large wolf satisfied himself with lapping at the juices dripping from her as steady as water from a leaking faucet. Suddenly and without warning together with his head raising and a barking howl erupting from his throat he stepped further over her.

Her arousal reawakened, she reached out seeking to pull him to her, but he was to strong, to powerful. Whimpers of frustration vibrated in her throat as she tried to squirm from beneath him far enough to once again feel his tongue slither over and in the bubbling, seething cauldron between her legs. Her efforts though were for naught as he, fully straddling her petite body, turned his head in the direction of the others.

With his attention seemingly focused on them and ignoring her, he emitted several coughing barks. As for Natalie her attention shifted from her need to again feel his tongue lapping at her to that which protruded from beneath his haunches. Time seemed to stand still as more and more of the pointed purplish thing emerged from its protective sheath. Unable to stop herself she reached up closing her fingers about then moving them over the growing length of doggy cock.

That's all he is her mind tittered, a doggy, a big wild doggy and she was touching his thing. A rumbling groan, almost to low for human hearing, pulsated in the animals chest at her touch. Excited yips and howls answered even as he broke from her grasp and began prancing over and about her like a young playful puppy.

Time and again as he pranced about and over her his tongue licked over various areas of bare flesh. Her abdomen, her face, her thighs, all became repeatedly familiar to his slobbering sandpapery tongue. But it was his organ, which with each passing minute protruded ever further from his sheath, and which brushed against her with almost as much frequency as his tongue that seared her flesh with greater intensity.

Her arms, her legs and even her face felt the touch of his pointed purplish red organ. With each touch, a shock as if that from a jolt of electricity hit her nerve endings both numbing and exciting them. She both wanted to escape from the mind numbing sensations his tongue and organ were inflicting upon her and rip away what little clothes remained so that there was no part of her he could not touch.

Her brain, a jumble of discordant utterances tugging her this way and that began to slowly wind down. Without guidance she was left to operate on instinct dulled by tens of thousands of years of evolution. Yet somehow she knew that she must always face this savage beast that with a snap of his jaws could snuff out her life.

When he next stepped from over her she rolled away from him then with the litheness of a lioness pulled her knees beneath her and whirled to face him. But he wasn't where she had expected him to be. Panic stricken her head swiveled about, her eyes frantically searching for him. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him but before she could twist about to face him his weight came down on her back.

His 140 plus pounds was to great, her ams buckled then collapsed under the strain driving her face first into the soft green earth. At the last second she turned her face both to keep from suffocating and to try to look back at him. His forearms locked about her thin waist, his paws pressed into her splayed thighs as if seeking to pull her to him. Positioned as she was she was open to his assault and he took advantage of it as only an animal would.

Time and again his hairy pelvis thrust against her pushing her forward, this despite her head against the earth and his hold upon her. With each almost frantic bucking of his loins his swaying almost iron hard organ slithered against her thighs, her pussy, her anus.  A wail of noooo burst from her chest as she realized to late what his intension were.

She tried to pull away, but his forearms gripped her as tight as her husbands hands ever had. In desperation she began to buck and twist in an effort to escape from beneath him as again and again his hairy pelvis beat against her. His spongy yet unbelievably hard thing poked continually against her slit, her butt cheeks, her thighs, though not always in that order. Each touch, each prod of his organ was like a match held to her flesh. But instead of pain there was...........

His hot panting breath on the back of her neck. His slobber, dripping from open jowls onto her burning flesh was like water dropped onto a hot skillet. Continuous weak whimpers of noooo tumbled from her lips as her mind filled with pictures of what she must look like, with what she would look like if he did manage to enter her.

Even as the picture of her beneath him, her heart shaped buttocks pointing heavenward and open to his attack filled her brain the beast accomplished that which he was endeavoring. As the beast hard organ drove into her instinctively and without thought together with pushing back against him her back arched and her head flew up and back. A garbled animal like growl welled from deep in her heaving chest shatter the silence of the glen.

In one quick motion more cock then her husband ever dreamed of possessing pushed into her. To her shame her pussy flared open to accommodate him as he bored into her and then it closed about him like a glove covered fist. A shudder ran up her spine slamming into the base of her skull and another long garbled wail burst from her lips as after almost withdrawing he again thrust into her.

With a pace that only an animal can set he began driving into her. Each thrust so powerful and deep that the wind was forcefully pushed from her lungs. Her shallow gasping breaths blended with then were drowned by the wolfs rapid labored breathing. His muzzle borrowing into her hair, his lolling tongue trailing over her neck and shoulder more intimate and personal then any lovers.

Slowly at first then faster her loins undulated and pushed back to meet his jackhammer like thrust. With each deep thrust she could feel his long, thick pointed organ beating against her womb as rapidly and forcefully as an angry fist on a door.

He's breeding me! The magnificent beautiful beast is breeding me just as he did his bitch her mind slobbered as incoherent gibberish spilled from her lips. She tried to tell him to fuck her, to stick his long thick doggy dick into her and breed her just as he had his bitch. But all that came from her lips were repeated gasping ugh's and pleasurable moans.

As if reading her mind the savage beast short jerking thrust grew ever faster. His cock swelled, seemed to grow to twice its normal size. What felt to her like a tennis ball slammed repeatedly against her cuntial lips before slowly inexorably they opened to admit this newest invasion. Pain such as she had only known when her virginity had been taken slammed into her brain like a run away freight train. Her mouth opened to scream but other then a long drawn out pitiful gurgling she made no other sound.

Her head dropped back to the soft green earth, her cheek rubbing over the grass as, no longer impeded by his knot, the tip followed by at least two inches of his cock entered her womb. An instant later with the force of a water hose being turned on the savage animal flooded her womb and cervix with his watery scalding hot spunk.

The sensory receptors in her brain began to trip like overloaded circuit breakers at a power station and for a moment she lost consciousness. How long she was out she had no way of knowing. It could have been as little as a minute or as long as an hour but when she came to the magnificent animal was again driving into her just as rapidly and forcefully as before he had filled her womb with his seed.

In answer to his administrations her slight body writhed and convulsed in orgasmic pleasure. Though she could not hope to meet his powerful rapid thrust she did push forcefully back at him glorying in his masterful use of her. For the first time in a long time she found her voice. In between gasp of pleasure and arousal she pleaded with him, begged him, implored him to breed her, to make her his bitch.

When next he filled her womb promises to give him cubs, to give him a litter that he could be proud of were screamed at the heavens. Her insides felt as if aflame as his hot doggy spunk flowed into her in a seemingly endless stream. She felt her belly swelling from the force and volume of his ejaculation and she didn't care. She was his bitch and he was breeding her and somehow through her grunts, ugh's and gasping ohm's she managed to plead he never stop. That he continue to breed her, that he continue to fill her with his scalding hot spunk till either her belly burst or she was impregnated.

The beast, naturally oblivious to that which she desired tried to dismount. His knot, though having shrunk down to the size of a cue ball, continued to keep him tied to her despite his efforts. But it wasn't just his knot which kept them tied, it was the tightness with which the strange female continued to grip him despite his having seeded her twice. In frustration he did as he would do with his packs alpha bitch when she didn't release him. His hind claws raked the strange bitch's bent legs while at the same time he nipped at her mane and shoulder.

Still she refused to let him go. From somewhere deep in his canine brain the thought that this bitch would gain undying loyalty of the three remaining young males of his pack if he were to give her to them flickered. With her as their breed bitch they would not attempt to usurp him, would not attempt to breed his alpha female thus weakening the packs offspring.

Yet there was something about her that tugged at him. Something that made him think that she would be a good and obedient alpha bitch. Unable to think like a human, or even a family pet that had been taught to fuck its human mistress he never the less reasoned that she was not strong enough to fight and win position of alpha female.

But it wasn't just his instinct as to the strange females strength and ability to be the packs alpha female that turned his thought process back to his initial way of thinking. It was the hazy image of hairless and weak offspring who unable to run and hunt as the others of his pack were instead dependent upon them. With a savage coughing growl he closed his slavering maw on the back of the strange bitches neck.

As he began pounding into her for the third time her whimpers and gasp drove him to heights that his alpha bitch never had. As if more to punish then with the intent of breeding her he drove into her tightly gripping hot cunt with a savagery and intensity that only an animal is capable of. Releasing the strange bitches neck he raised his head and howled out his release as with an intensity that he had never known his cock exploded.

Like a fire hose that had been turned from a spray to a solid stream spunk flowed from his cock in a seemingly never ending flood. What little of the bitches womb that hadn't already been coated with his hot watery spunk was inundated. Only a second after the alpha male had howled out his release and even as her belly swelled to that of a woman three months pregnant Natalie's head rose from the ground. Her coughing grunts and incoherent gibbers of pleasure joining that of the beast riding her.

Like a duet of wolfs their labored breaths, their rasping coughs, became as one as Natalie with body trembling and writhing like that of a person having an epithetic fit finally collapsed beneath the wolf. Only the fact that her knees had been beneath her as the beautiful silver tip had used her kept her pert firm buttocks at an opportune angle as she again sunk into oblivion.  

With his knot down to the size of a soda can he had little trouble with finally pulling from her. Without his knot acting as a plug hot thin wolf spunk flowed from her well used cunt like water from a bursting dam. When next she became aware it was to him lapping her swollen leaking slit. As his thick long tongue licked and probed her well used pussy she pushed back against his muzzle repeatedly and softly hissing yes, oh God yes, lick your bitches nasty doggy loving cunt, lick me.

All to soon though his tongue left her. She started to push herself upright and turn to face him, to throw her arms about his neck but a low ominous growl followed by hairy forelegs again gripping her waist stopped her. Even as her brain giggled my God he's going to use me a fourth time a small part of her sex crazed brain registered the fact that there was something not quite as it was before.

There was more eagerness, more urgency. It was as if he were trying to climb atop her as with legs kicking and hairy loins pounding against her he tried to enter her for an unbelievable fourth time. A garbled choked hiss of yes oh God yesssss fuck your bitch, fuck me spilled from her lips as his shaft bored into her with the rapidity and power of a jackhammer. All she could do was push backwards as he danced around behind her as if his tail were on fire.

In an effort to escape his claws from raking her calfs and thighs in his eagerness she splayed her legs wider thus lowering her body to better accommodate him. His knot, not as large as before, slapped against her leaking puffed lips. As if with a mind of their own her lips flared welcoming, encouraging him to sink into the furtherest depths of her being. There was no pain, only bliss as his hairy loins beat against her upthrust buttocks in a tattoo. Explosions of light blotted out the trees, the sky, the beautiful silver tip whose belly her head was against......  

An ever so faint whisper wormed through her mind numbing orgasm. Her beautiful savage beast was before her. Her face was inches from his flaccid cock and she was again being breed. How was that possible? But even as she asked the question a high pitched voice giggled one of the other wolfs. Your being breed by another wolf. Lifting her head slightly she inched forward before together with another orgasm flashing through her numbed brain like a comet she pressed her face into the silver tips belly.

She could feel his slimy flaccid cock against her cheek, could feel the animal behind her franticly kicking and twisting in an effort to pull from her. But none of it mattered as another explosion tore through the mush once called her brain. Wiggling her buttocks as encouragement for the wolf to again take her, to add even more animal spunk to that which was already in her womb calmed the beast down.

Again he mounted her, his forelegs locking about her waist in a death like grip. His knot already embedded in her gave him free reign and from the depth and intensity of his thrust it was as if he had never thought of dismounting her. To the accompaniment of howls, his own as well as the others he began to thrust eagerly and rapidly into her once more. She felt his pointy oozing doggy dick butt against her womb, felt his muzzle pushing into, and his teeth nipping at her hair. She felt his lolling slobbering tongue continually move over her shoulders, neck and cheek.

Her slight girlish body quivered and twitched with the perversity of it. Simpering soulful pleas for him to breed her, for him to shoot his hot doggy spunk into her spilled from her trembling lips. What seemed like only minutes later after he again shot into her he easily pulled free of her distended cunt.

A gasping groan of pleasure hissed from her lips as the tongue of the one who had just used her lapped up the spunk that flowed from her like a river. Her eyes fluttered open seeing, focusing on, the silver tips slimy organ. Behind her, the wolf, seeming satisfied with his efforts to clean her moved away. But his absence was only temporary as almost immediately she felt another mount her.

Exultation filled her, pushed civilization from her brain as the animal behind her lunged against her burying his cock into her depths on his first try. She was their bitch, she was the packs bitch and they would use her as often and as freely as they wished. Mixed with her jubilation though was a pang of regret, regret that she would not be used solely by the beautiful silver tip.

Even as the thought rippled through the mush jokingly called her brain the wolf thrusting into her howled as if he'd stepped into a trap. Seconds later his hot watery spunk joined that of the silver tip and the second wolf. Hardly had he flooded her insides with his spunk then he forcefully pulled from her. Only the fact that her cunt had been stretched by the pack leader and the other one kept her from remaining tied and being dragged backwards in the wolfs forcefully pulling from her.

Before the absence of cock thrusting into her could be transmitted to her brain the youngest of the male wolfs clambered atop her. His eagerness and inexperience was evident as he bounced and humped behind her as if he were balls deep even though he had yet to find purchase. Reaching back between her legs she grasped the young wolfs jerking, twitching cock guiding it her spunk filled stretched cunt.

As his cock slammed into her with all the force that only the young can accomplish her eyes dreamingly closed and her mouth opened. As the silver tips slimy limp presence filled the warm moist cavity of her mouth her muffled moan that she was his packs bitch, that he, that they, could use her as often and as many times as they wished went unheard or understood.