December 22, 2007
Ohmygawd! Yesterday was so, so incredible.
When I got to work Friday morning, I could see Mr. Washington talking to Donny as I stood there nervously awaiting him in Clint's office. He seemed to be joking about something. It must be strange to know that you're on your way to fuck the wife of the guy you're talking to, but it doesn't seem to faze him at all. God, men are so strange. It makes me laugh.
Donny had told me in the past that Mr. Washington is always going on about how pretty and sexy I am and teasing him about him being able to handle such a "hot" woman. Donny doesn't like him, but he's also just so obviously afraid of him, too. I wonder if he was teasing him this afternoon. Wouldn't that be so, so sick, like tell
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ing a guy how hot his wife is when you know you are going to fuck her in like just a few minutes!!! Ohmygawd! I do remember hoping he would think I'm hot when he sees me, though. I dressed just for him this morning.
In a way, it would have been better if Clint had been here because maybe I wouldn't have been so nervous, but it's probably better that he wasn't. I wouldn't want him to see me hesitate about anything he has ordered me to do. I just hoped I could do what he wants me to. I thought I could, but, still it was kinda hard to just stand here while Brooke explained what I've become and what Clint wants Mr. Washington to do. But really, I knew I would do exactly what Clint expected me to. I do belong to him. I'm his property.
When Brooke and Mr. Washington came in, it was apparent that she'd explained some of it, because she was telling him that he can do me here in Clint's office or take me home or to a client's place and so on.
Looking contemptuously at me, she said to Mr. Washington, "Clint asked me to tell you that she's company property, and you can use her any way you wish, but he wants her to come back here thoroughly broken in. He said you'd know what that meant. Clint's going to have the company logo either tattooed or branded on her later this week, I don't know which, hopefully both" she went on rather matter of factly, "and he wants you to make her understand what she is. Clint said you'd know what that means," she added laughing hard. "I assume he means she's the company whore, but anyway, there she is. Enjoy!"
It is still embarrassing to hear myself spoken about as if I were nothing more than company property that needs to be broken in and "tagged." I can't believe I didn't say anything when Brooke suggested branding me above my vagina that first time. All Clint was going to do was tattoo the company logo on my butt and add under it, "Property of CM Enterprises." But I still really don't think I'll end up with both. That's just insane. It's Brooke's way of scaring me.
Anyway, while all this was running crazily through my head, Mr. Washington strolled over to me and began to clutch my breasts.
"Yes, Clint told me last week he wanted me to fuck her," he said casually to Brooke, "and he informed Temple as well, isn't that so, Honey?"
"Yes," I replied. "He told me that you would be a good experience for me."
He just raised his eyebrows, and ordered me to turn around and bend over. He told me to lift my skirt over my hips, which I immediately did.
"No panties, eh," he said to Brooke.
"Clint doesn't allow her any underclothes," Brooke replied. "No bra, no panties."
"Yes, I've actually noticed the bra part. All of us have, I guess. With jugs like that it's certainly apparent that she doesn't wear a bra, and her ass always looks pretty bare, too. Not that any of us are objecting," he laughed, squeezing my breast in his massive black hands. "I see she shaves her cunt. That's a nice look. You say she's a good fuck?"
"I don't, but the guys who've fucked her so far say she is. I don't know. Clint says she has a lot to learn still." But the guys all say she never says no to anything they ask her to do. Isn't that right, Temple?" she snickered, turning to me.
"Well, she'll certainly be trainable, then," Mr. Washington observed. "Her husband doesn't know what's going on?" Mr. Washington asked.
"Apparently not," she smirked.
"Funny, I was just talking to him about his hot wife and him making sure he services her regularly," he laughed. "How many guys have fucked her?"
"Well, I'm not sure. It's hard to keep track. Clint obviously, and I think maybe a dozen or so clients and vendors and I think the tech guy? Clint says you'll the first of the sales staff to fuck her, though. At least as far as he knows," she smiled. "Clint thought you'd be the best choice to do a real good job on her, and I'll bet you will!" she smirked. "You sure did on me!"
"Yes, he told me that, too" Mr. Washington said. "I'm sure we'll find something interesting to do to her. I just hope she's as good as you are, Brooke, honey."
"After you're finished with her, he's going to have her tattooed with the company logo," Brooke went on excitedly, "and I'm encouraging him to have her branded with those brands we used on the leather briefcases last year. But whatever he decides, when she's prepped, he's going to have a sort of coming out party for her and let the rest of the sales staff fuck her then."
"Hmmm...," Mr. Washington said, inspecting my bottom. "I agree. A brand would be perfect. I'll suggest it to him, too. I wouldn't mind at all being the one to do the branding."
"Oh, you'd be perfect," Brooke went on. "Please do tell him it's a good idea. Then he wouldn't think it's just me. But say over her pussy, too, okay?"
I mean I was just like so upset at what that bitch Brooke had just said, but for some reason I didn't say a thing, and I don't know why. I wasn't so upset about the tattooing. I was still pretty positive Clint wouldn't ever allow me to be branded, and to tell the truth, the tattoo idea seemed kinda cool really. I do sort of feel like Clint's property now, so it's like something sort of special between us. The tattoo part was okay. I actually wanted that. And like I said, I was sure Clint wouldn't let anyone brand me. That would be just barbaric.
But the other stuff about the other men really made me mad. It wasn't a bit true what she said. Not at all. I mean, besides Clint, only Mr. Compton and four vendors and one other guy and his son have had me. That's only seven guys not counting Clint. It's not like a dozen like what Brooke said. I'm not a whore! I'm sixteen, and except for my husband, I've only had ten other guys in my whole life, and that's counting the two policemen, and they shouldn't really count cause they kinda like raped me?
Even after Mr. Washington does me, that will only be eleven. That's sure not a whore! Like lots of sixteen-year-olds have had way, way more than that. I bet most have. Like even some fourteen-year-olds have, I bet! That Brooke is such a bitch. I bet she's had tons more. She's the whore, not me.
And here's something else. The reason everybody is going to get a big Christmas bonus this year is cause of me!!! Clint told me that this really special client, Mr. Goldberg, might buy this property that he has been trying to sell for like just this really long time, and he wanted me to help out, so I did. And cause of me, Clint said, Mr. Goldberg did buy the property and it like made our year!
What I didn't know was that Mr. Goldberg was a Jew until Clint told me that Mr. Goldeberg wanted me to be a present for his son's bar something or other the next week. That's some kinda Jew ceremony, I found out.
Well, I really, really didn't want to do this, cause preacher told me that Jews were unclean and we should always stay away from them. The worse thing, though, was they were the very ones that killed Jesus!!! So like I got all weird thinking about not knowing that it was a Jew fucking me when Mr. Goldberg did me, and now he wanted me to let his son fuck me too. It was really hard to agree, but I did cause of Clint.
Clint told me that Mr. Goldberg would bring his son to this hotel and that he wanted me to be waiting there for him totally nude, with just a bow around my belly like a present. When he brought his son in I could tell he was really, really nervous. He was only one year younger than me, but I felt like way, way older than him. He was a tall, skinny boy with ugly glasses and kinda pimply face, and like I said, really nervous. Clint had told me it would be his first time. When Mr. Goldberg walked him over to me and told him I was his bar whatever present and that he could do anything he wanted to me, he wouldn't even look at me. I think he was scared.
After Mr. Goldberg left, his son, whose name was Shem, asked me what I wanted to do. Well, what I wanted to do was get out of there, but I said I would like to do what he wanted to do. He didn't say anything, so I said, "Why don't you just lie down on the bed and we can talk about it."
I took the ridiculous bow off, and sat beside him. "Is this your first time?" I asked as nicely as I could.
He mumbled a nervous "Yeah."
"Well, I'll just kinda do stuff and you tell me if you like it, k? Don't be nervous" I said, putting his hand on my right breast. I felt just so, so much older and more mature than him.
He just nodded his head and left his hand where I put it, but didn't really "feel" me. Reaching down to his pants, I slowly unzipped him and asked him if that was okay. He sort of gulped out a nervous "I guess so," so I went ahead and pulled him out of his pants.
I was really surprised when I saw it. He was hard, of course, like I expected, but while his father's penis had been like normal size and shape, Shem's was pretty big and curved upward. I didn't want to put him in my mouth cause, like I said, Jews are unclean and stuff, but I didn't know what else to do, so I just closed my eyes and went ahead and did it.
Because of his shape, it was kinda hard, really hard, actually, to get him clear down my throat, but I finally did. I hadn't sucked him for more than a minute when I felt him erupt in my mouth. I was surprised he was so quick, and since I really didn't want to swallow him cause of him being unclean, my mouth just got all filled up real quick.
When I pulled off of his penis, I didn't know what to do with the cum that was filling up my mouth. I thought about spitting it out, but then I remembered how mad those policemen got when I did that. I didn't think Shem would beat me like they did, but I wasn't sure. So I just went ahead and swallowed it. It was horrid, but at least it was over, I thought.
Well, it wasn't!!! Like he didn't even get soft for a second, and he seemed much bolder, too. "I want to fuck you regular now, okay," he said.
I was just totally amazed. I guess he just must have felt like so, so privileged to be able to have sex with a Christian girl that he just stayed hard! I felt kinda sorry for him cause I knew Jews probably didn't get to do this too much or maybe ever to Christian girls, and all the Jew women I ever saw were like kinda ugly and stuff. So I smiled at him and said, "Okay, I guess you can. But you know I'm a Christian woman, and a Christian woman really shouldn't let a Jew inside her. So I hope you appreciate what I'm doing and will tell your father how nice I was to you, k."
I don't even know if he was listening, but when I rolled over on to my back, he was on me and in me like instantly! Maybe it was his shape or maybe the combination of his shape and size, but when he entered me, I was surprised at how quickly I started to respond. I sure didn't want to climax with a Jew, but like it did. A hard climax, too! I even asked him to do me again, a little later. When he left, though, I was like totally disgusted with myself.
At first I worried I could get pregnant and have a Jew baby cause he put lots of his sperm inside me and I was close to ovulating at the time, but I remember once I read about this woman who had sex with a donkey and the book said that a animal and a human can't have a baby. That's probably like the same with Jews, I mean like Christians and Jews couldn't have babies, I'm sure. But I also remember seeing some pictures once of this guy who had like a horse body and a human face, so really, I don't know.
Anyway, those thoughts and memories all got interrupted when Mr. Washington grabbed me by the hand and said that he'd take me home and "give me a good fucking" and walked me quickly towards the backdoor.
His hand just completely engulfed mine. I felt so tiny beside him, like a little lamb in the grip of a giant bear. He is a really big black man. I mean really!
I was worried that my husband might see me leaving, but Mr. Washington sure didn't care. He put his mammoth hand right up under my skirt like he didn't mind who was watching and walked me to the car with my skirt hiked up and his hand right on my bare butt.
I'm much braver about this stuff now, but still, that made me a teeny bit uncomfortable. Obviously, I sure didn't want my husband to see or hear about this, so I pushed his hand away and pulled my skirt back down. I probably shouldn't have giggled when he pulled my skirt right back up and put his hand back on my bare bottom, but I did! He really is very, very fearless and confident, I must say. I felt like such a little girl with him. I really had to smile at how aggressive he was.
Once in the car, he bent over to kiss me. His breath was just horrid and his tongue felt like some huge, disgusting lump of meat probing the back of my throat. That was the first black person I ever kissed, and I did not like it! But I submitted meekly to all of it. If this is what Clint wants, I thought, then I want it too, I guess.
I mean, I've kinda got over being like prejudice and stuff, but it was still kinda creepy to have a colored man kiss me. I did go ahead and let him, though. That's pretty good of me, I think.
"Clint says you have some special talents, Temple," he said, mumbling into my mouth while he kissed me and caressed the back of my neck. "Ever suck black cock before?" he asked, breathing repulsively in my face.
"Well, yes, just once. When I was a girl," I said softly.
"You're still a little girl, Honey. You like it?"
"I don't know. Maybe. He was very big."
"This big?" he asked, unzipping his pants and displaying himself for me.
I just gulped in amazement. "No, sir," I said timidly, not that big. "I don't know if I can get you in my mouth, Mr. Washington. You're awful big."
Actually, he was no bigger than Ramal, the policeman, was, but he was much bigger than anything I had had in me since then. I really began to worry about being able to please him. I didn't do so well with Ramal, I remembered.
"But you'll try, won't you, Honey, cause you want to please Mr. Washington like Clint told you to."
"Yes, sir, I'll try," I said, as he pulled my face down to his colossal sex. And I really, really did intend to try and try hard.
I began to lick it tentatively. To my horror, it got even bigger as it stiffened to its full size. But I was still determined to get him in my mouth and so him my talent!
Meanwhile, he had pulled my skirt up over my waist again and had one hand between my legs, expertly fingering my clitoris while the other held my head down. I could already feel that now familiar tingling in my belly as I began to caress Mr. Washington's penis with my fingers and tongue. I started to sense that this could be a very special climax!
"You don't need your hands on my cock, Temple," he said. "Just work your mouth down on it. You can use your hands to get your blouse off and your tits out," he added, chuckling and pushing my head down hard until the fat head of his huge shaft popped fully into my mouth.
I sucked the head of his cock the way that Clint had shown me, and dutifully unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders, letting my breasts tumble into his lap, while never removing my mouth from his glistening black sex. He was coarsely squeezing one breast seconds later. The head of his magnificent black genitalia had filled my mouth so completely that I literally could bnot breathe.
Even as excited as I was becoming, I was more than a little concerned about sucking him right in the parking lot in daylight. Just before he pulled my head down onto his lap, I had noticed that the dashboard clock read 4:55. I knew that Donny's car was parked only four or five cars away and that he would be walking right past here in about five minutes, and yet here I was trying my best to fit Mr. Washington's massive blackness down my throat. This would be quite a sight for my husband to see. I knew I had to finally say something.
"Mr. Washington, " I said, finally raising my head and gasping for air. "I adore what you're doing to me and would never ask you to stop, but my husband will be coming by here in like seconds. Would it be okay to move somewhere else?"
"Actually, he's coming right now," he chuckled, starting the big Escalade. "Get your mouth back on my cock!"
As he began to pull slowly out of the space he was in, and as I dutifully bent to accept is colossal penis once more, he suddenly stopped, lowered the window, and started talking to my husband!
I was like totally petrified! I couldn't believe what he was doing! But it only seemed to excite Mr. Washington more. His left hand pushed my face down viciously onto his bulging sex while his right hand began to probe my vagina more vigorously, crushing my clitoris against my pelvis. His cock was nearing the back of my throat and his fingering of me was driving me mad with excitment.
"Donny," he yelled out, "Come over here." I was absolutely paralyzed. I had no idea why he was calling my husband over to the window of the car. "Tell that sweet little wife of yours hello for me when you get home. She's a hot little piece."
"Please, Mr. Washington," I heard Donny reply. "I've asked you not to talk about her that way. She's a good Christian wife."
Mr. Washington just roared. "Donny, my boy, even a good Christian wife needs a good hard fucking occasionally. You doing your job? You going to fuck that sweet little thang when you get her home? Maybe you need a little practice. See this," he laughed, and with that he used the hand that was buried in my vagina to lift my rear up in the air and expose it right there in front of my husband!
"Know what this nice little piece of ass is, Donny boy? This here is a little whore in training, a little company whore, actually. After I get her all properly prepared, Clint's gonna brand and tattoo her, and all of us salesmen, you included, are gonna start using her to sweeten deals," he said, still holding my "ass" in the air. "We're all gonna fuck her next week, and I want you to fuck her too. Make a real man out of you!" he laughed uproariously.
With his other hand, he suddenly pushed down hard on the back of my head and drove the head of his splendid sex to the very back of my throat and down it. I heard him grunt with pleasure.
Here I was with the massive head of Mr. Washington's penis fully in my mouth and my butt lifted high in the air for my husband to inspect. Fortunately, I knew Donny wouldn't recognize it. After all, he had never seen me nude. But it was nevertheless unbelievably frightening. And incredible exciting!
"I'd let you talk to the whore here, Donny boy, but right now she's got her little white mouth wrapped all around my big black cock," he roared. "I do expect you to fuck her next week, though. Remember that!" he warned commandingly. "Your job gonna depend on it."
"Please, Mr. Washington, that's just an awful sin, you know," I heard Donny reply. "You should have respect for women. And I could never, ever be unfaithful to my wife!"
"Donny," I heard Mr. Washington answer, "I can absolutely promise you that, when you fuck this little whore, you won't be being unfaithful to your wife," he roared with laughter.
"That is so wrong," was all I heard Donny say as Mr. Washington lifted my bottom even higher in the air, shook it, and drove off laughing outrageously.
I was aflutter with conflicting emotions and sensations. I thought what Mr. Washington said was just so mean and awful, and yet it was also so very, very exciting. He seemed so manly, so unafraid of anything. Here he was holding Donny's wife's body up in the air while she tried to swallow his massive sex, and he wasn't nervous or anything or afraid that Donny might know what he was doing. And my God, to say what he did to him? Mr. Washington was obviously a very, very confident and powerful man, and that got me just so, so excited. It makes me all quivery just to write it!
As we drove to his apartment, Mr. Washington continued to pump my head up and down on his shaft, and though I tried desperately to get him completely back down into my throat again, I just couldn't. I came real close, but he had simply become way too big and I didn't really have a lot of room to get myself into position anyway.
He was also shaped differently from any of the other the men I had had in my mouth, except maybe for that black policeman, who was kind of like Mr. Washington, I guess. Like the policeman, the base of Mr. Washington's penis was much, much wider than the head. I could barely get my hands completely around that part of him.
Anyway, I did the best job I could on him and after maybe fifteen minutes or so, I felt him push down hard on my head and a gush, a torrent really, of his seamen erupt into my mouth. I thought it would never end. Fortunately, the head of his penis was at the very back of my throat so most of it gushed right down my esophagus, because I could have never swallowed all of that gush of semen quickly enough. It must have been like gallons! And even with that flood down my throat, my mouth was still filled to the brim. I had to swallow really, really quick.
Black semen tastes a lot different from white guys and smells different, too. Did you know that? It's hotter, too. I'm getting to know a lot about this kinda stuff now.
But anyway, since he seemed finished with me for the time being, I licked him as clean as I could, and we continued the ride to his place.
I don't remember what he talked about (something about what plans he had for me after I became the official office "whore," I think) because I was just mesmerized by his enormous sex lying drained now and slightly coiled in his lap. I thought about how proud he must be to have such manhood and how proud it made me feel that my lips and my body could bring that wonderful magnificence to life so easily! And I knew he would feel so, so proud of me when he entered me and I accepted him entirely. I was going to make sure of that!
He had said something on the drive to his place that he was going to make me a real woman, and I was sure he was right. I knew his size would be difficult, but I was absolutely determined to take him properly and completely. I was just so determined to please him and make Clint proud of me. Every inch of his wonderful blackness would penetrate my white body. God, I was so, so hot by then!!!
I would have to remember to tell him not to ejaculate in my vagina, though. I couldn't forget that! I was definitely ovulating. Donny and I are scheduled to make love tonight and try and make a baby.
When we got to his apartment and parked at the curb, I started to put my blouse back on, but he grabbed it out of my hands and threw it in the back seat. Did he mean for me to walk from the car to his apartment topless? God, he was so manly and confident. I started to pull my skirt down, but he stopped that too. For some reason that just excited me more than I've ever been excited. Like way more. I could feel myself getting completely wet. He was apparently going to walk me into his apartment building practically nude right in front of his neighbors and everyone! And it wasn't even nearly completely dark yet.
It made me feel so proud that he wanted to display me this way. I was happy I had decided to wear these five inch heels because they made my breasts bounce and sway in the most provocative way, and I especially liked it when I heard what the three guys sitting on the porch said when Mr. Washington walked me by them. It made me almost giddy to see how proud Mr. Washington felt. I promised myself I would be perfect for him. I frantically wanted him to be able to tell those men how good I had been! It's odd, I know, but I felt no shame whatsoever. Only pride!
I was very surprised to see Mr. Washington's wife there when we entered the apartment. She just sneered at me and said to her husband, "Don't make a bloody mess in the bedroom with this whore like you did the last one. I just changed the sheets!" And then she mumbled something about white women, but I couldn't catch it.
Mr. Washington just ignored her (what a bitch!) and once we got to the bedroom, he didn't waste a second. He was already half hard when he lowered his pants, and I instantly knelt to kiss and caress him into his full erection, which took about ten seconds.
He lifted me to my feet and laid me on the bed, pulled my legs up on his shoulders, and because I was so wet, he easily pushed the first six or so inches of his magnificence into my body.
I grew a little apprehensive when I realized that those first six or seven inches had almost completely stuffed me and that there was still considerably more to come. I worried for the first time that I might fail as I had with the colored policeman. The thickest part of his manhood had yet to penetrate me and I knew he was also dangerously close to the bottom of my vagina. Fortunately, Mr. Washington appeared unfazed, and withdrawing only slightly began to renew his assault on my womanhood. Each thick stroke seemed to tear a little, but each stroke brought him delightfully deeper inside of me. But what I dreaded most did happen. With inches yet to go, he encountered my cervix and stopped. He was fully two or three inches from total penetration. And then he withdrew. I was embarrassed and humiliated. I just started crying in frustration.
And then Mr. Washington gave me something to cry about when he roughly turned me over on my belly and announced that he'd "try my ass"!
Positioning me on my knees with my breast pushed down hard onto the bed, he began to slap my ass viciously while he probed my bottom with his penis, slowing spreading it open.
The first sharp pain I felt was when the head of his enormous manhood popped into my rectum. The only lubrication he used was what fluid was still clinging to his sex from my very, very wet vagina. Just the head of his sex pushing into my anal cavity produced a sharp gasp of pain, but the next stroke caused me to involuntarily scream out in agony. Mr. Washington just laughed and said something about white women. His next two or three hard plunges into my "white ass" were so painful that I embarrassingly pleaded with him to stop. I honestly thought I would pass out from the pain. He was huge, and my anal cavity, having been used only that one time by Mr. Compton was small and tight.
"You sure, bitch?" Mr. Washington said menacingly. "You sure you want me to stop? Clint wants you opened and you've failed with your mouth and you've failed with your cunt, Honey. You want me to tell him you failed with your ass, too? You sure that's what you want me to tell him."
I could see from the mirror on the wall that he had less than half of his penis in me, and the thickest part was yet to come. He was right that I didn't want Clint to think less of me, but what he didn't know was that, in truth, I really didn't want to be embarrassed in front of him, either. I didn't want him laughing at me and thinking I wasn't a real woman. I didn't want him to think that white women couldn't do what black women could. It was true that my mouth and vagina had failed to accommodate him. I couldn't let this part of my body fail too. The memory of my failure with the policeman came flooding back.
No, I decided right then, I didn't want him to stop. Where I got the courage I don't know, but I turned my head to him and said, "Fuck my ass, Mr. Washington. Just fuck it harder, k!" and gritted my teeth and waited for the pain.
I didn't wait long. With a funny little chuckle, he immediately pulled back to the rim of my anus and with one enormous thrust, immersed half of his enormous manhood inside me. On the next stroke, I not only could feel but hear my rectum tear. And the third hard plunge opened me completely. God, this man was so powerful. Four or five strokes later I felt his balls slap against the insides of my thighs, and I knew the entirety of his superb sex was buried fully inside me. Finally!
The pain was almost unbearable, but happily, each succeeding stroke that penetrated my bottom was easier to take than the previous, primarily because blood from his rending of my rectum provided some additional lubrication. Not to say that it didn't hurt, because, like I said, it did. It really, really did. But I could stand it enough now to encourage him, to urge him on. When, after maybe fifteen or twenty vicious strokes I felt his engorged penis erupt inside of me and felt the strength of his ejaculation, I experienced just the warmest sense of pride. I was close now to the woman Clint wanted and the woman Mr. Washington had expected me to be and the woman the policeman never experienced.
"I guess we did make a mess of the sheets," I said coyly, smiling at Mr. Washington after he finished and withdrew. "Your wife is going to be mad at us."
"She'll get over it," he laughed, stretching himself out in the easy chair next to his bed.
His black body gleamed slightly with sweat. I was surprised at his build. He seemed almost fat in his clothes, but naked, as he was now, he was merely big. Large but very solid. And of course my eyes really kept straying to his truly majestic sex, which had done such glorious damage to my young body.
"I'm glad you were able to open me, Mr. Washington," I said shyly.
"You really do want to be a little whore, don't you, Temple," he chuckled, rising and stroking my vagina gently. "Come clean my cock."
"Well, I didn't want to disappoint you completely, and I don't want to disappoint Clint when he does what you say he's going to do," I said kneeling in front of him as I began to lick his glistening black cock clean. "Is he really going to do all that stuff to me?"
"You mean what Brooke said?"
"Yes," I replied. "I mean I guess I know he's going to have me tattooed and stuff, and I guess I don't really mind that. But is he really going to have everyone in the office have sex with me?"
"That's the plan, Sweetie," Mr. Washington answered, returning to his chair.
"You were kidding about my husband, though, right?" I asked.
He just winked and smiled at me.
"Mr. Washington," I hesitated. "Can you wife take all of you, you know, like in her vagina?"
He just burst out laughing. "Of course she can, Honey. She's a black woman!"
I just started to burn with embarrassment. I was like bright red! He seemed to be implying that I wasn't woman enough to take him, and I suppose he was right. Because I had failed. I can't tell you how much it hurt me to hear him say that I couldn't do what was so easy for his wife.
"Can Brooke take all of you?" I asked, fearful that he would answer yes.
"Almost, but not quite."
More than anything now, I had to have him in me completely, no matter the consequences. I didn't say anything for like a minute, maybe even more. And then, taking a deep breath, I said, "Would you please let me try again?"
"You want me to try your cunt again?"
I just nodded.
"Bust it open?"
"Yes, sir, I guess so. If you have to," I murmured nervously. "I hope you don't have to, but if you do, I guess yes then."
"You are a fucking hot little slut, aren't you," he laughed.
"I just don't want you to be disappointed in me," I stumblingly said.
"Well, let's see what you can do then, little white bitch," he laughed.
Grabbing my breasts, he lifted me from my knees and pulled me onto his lap. My body looked so, so small and white enveloped in his massive blackness. My boobs, as I've mentioned, are very naturally large, but because I was ovulating, they were fully a cup size larger, and yet when his hands closed around my breast they engulfed them almost completely. His penis, even relaxed as it was now, seemed nearly as large as my forearm.
"You want me to fuck you again?"
"I would like that, yes, sir,' I answered politely.
Why don't you get back on your knees there and beg me?" he replied, pointing to a spot directly in front of the chair.
I wiggled off of his lap and quickly knelt in front of him. Somewhat tremulously I said, "Would you please have sex with me again, Mr. Washington?"
"I just had sex with you, bitch," he answered somewhat rudely. "Ask me to fuck you in your white cunt. I want to hear you say 'Mr. Washington, will you please make a real woman out of me by doing me the great honor of using your magnificent black cock to completely rip my shallow white cunt open?'"
Now I was really embarrassed. Did he really think that? Was I really that pathetic in bed? I wasn't a real woman?! My body wasn't like "fuckable?"
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I said as humbly as I could, "Mr. Washington, would you please open my pathetic white cunt with your magnificent black cock and make a woman out of me?"
And then I suddenly saw something truly amazing, and it made me feel tremendously proud. His large cock suddenly began to stir and slightly stiffen, and I realized that my words alone had caused his powerful penis to come to life again. That's what made me so proud. I bent to kiss it slightly, and looked up at him and said pleadingly, "May I?"
He nodded, and I began to lick the length of his gigantic rod, letting the magnificent head of his majestic cock slip into my mouth each time I licked my way to the top. I cannot describe the thrill and pride I felt as his beautiful black manhood began to uncoil.
Before he was fully erect, I managed to pull him completely down my throat. I smiled up at him in complete jubilation.
When he was fully erect, he told me to mount him there on the chair. I eagerly climbed back onto his lap and began slowly to lower myself on to his blackness. I was so erotically charged, so wet and hot, that he slipped easily and deeply into my desperately willing vagina. I felt that surge of passion and that deep, deep special feeling begin to radiate through my body. I thrust my body up and down and his imposing shaft as hard as I could, hoping to force all of his extraordinary manhood into my tiny white body.
I was going crazy with desire. I just knew that if I could get him all the way inside me, we both would experience incredible climaxes, and I selfishly wanted mine frantically and recklessly. "Mr. Washington," I moaned, kissing him in a mad frenzy, "open me!"
Instantly, he lifted me off of his engorged genitalia, and holding me above his head by my breasts, carried me to the bed. In the throes of passion, all I could moan over and over was his name as he dropped me on the bloody sheets and pushed my legs up to my chest. An instant later, I felt his thrilling cock pistoning ferociously in and out of my sopping vagina, pumping hard now up against my cervix.
"Oh God," I appropriately cried out, because I truly was being "fucked" by a black god. I don't like to use that word, but no other word describes what he was doing to me and what I was feeling.
But he still wasn't all the way in me. I was becoming so frustrated, even angry. "Open me, Mr. Washington, Please, open me," I started to wail. "Don't listen to me if I say to stop!"
He called me a little white whore, and then instantly began a very serious and powerful assault on my cervix. "You sure you want this?" he growled.
"Open me!" was all I could say.
I need to be his woman, his complete woman.
It was nearly as painful as his invasion of my anal cavity, but oh so much more thrilling and erotic. Painful though it was, I continued to adjust my body to give him better access and to encourage his penetration. But finally, the pain was too engulfing and I began to beg him to stop.
I was thrashing about in pain and passion, screaming out "Fuck me, fuck me" in one breath, and "Oh God, stop" in another.
But ever so slowly, his assault began to achieve its goal. Through clouding pain, I could feel my cervix begin to dilate somewhat. That seemed to be all the room he needed. Five or six masterful strokes later, I felt my cervix give way entirely. Instantly, I experienced the incredible sensation of the entire length of his splendid sex slipping easily and deeply into my womb. My body was totally open for him! At last!!
He had impaled me completely! His enormous manhood was fully in my womb. And I was on the edge of the most spectacular climax I could have ever imagined, throwing my head back and forth, screaming out his name, urging him to "fuck me" over and over.
And then he stopped and withdrew!
"Mr. Washington, please. What are you doing? For God's sake, come back in me!" I screamed out in insane fury. "Fuck me, please, Mr. Washington! Fuck me, for God's sake! Please!"
"Didn't you tell me not to cum in your cunt, Honey?" he mocked me.
"Oh God, it's too late for that. Just come back in me. Finish inside me!" I was crazed with passion and desire.
"You want this hot black seed in your little white cunt, eh baby?"
Oh God, no, yes, yes, I don't know. Just come back in me," I pleaded frantically. "Yes, finish inside me. I don't care. Just please fuck me, please!"
I would never have allowed this if I were not completely abandoned, utterly insane with lust, but I was. I was acting like common whore. All I could think of was the exceptional climax that I knew was only a few hard strokes away. I must have it. The consequences no longer mattered. And when he asked me to beg him to plant a black baby in me, I did. Shamelessly.
As his powerful sex plunged again into my willing and totally open body, I experienced an incomparable sexual elation, and when I felt him spill his gush of hot black seed into my open, fertile womb, I finally experienced the climax that I had spent so long dreaming about. The explosion inside me affected my entire body and the scream that escaped my lips was a pure animal cry of utter and gross gratification. No one, not Clint, not Mr. Compton, none of the other men, had done to me what Mr. Washington had just done.
When I looked down and saw Mr. Washington fully embedded inside me, planting the last of his exotic seed deep, deep inside my womb, I knew I was fully a woman. I just grabbed him by the neck, pulled myself up to his lips and kissed him passionately. I thanked him with all my heart. "You've made me a woman," I whispered feverishly, as I pushed my tongue deep into his mouth. "Finally!"
I loved it that he made me walk downstairs totally nude. I just stared at his wife when I walked past her, cause I just knew that she knew that I was as much a woman as she was! I had taken every inch of her man inside me, and I was much, much prettier, too. She didn't say a word! I just beamed!
When we walked outside, I just felt so incredibly erotic. My five-inch pumps were once again making my boobs bounce seductively, and I know my ass looked so firm and sexy. I was so, so glad to be Mr. Washington's hot, sexy white bitch and make him proud. I didn't even care that maybe what the guys were saying as I walked past was maybe a little tiny bit lewd, 'cause Mr. Washington had his arm around me and I felt very desirable and completely protected.
I knew he was proud of his "bitch," as he called me, and I was oh so, so happy to be his woman. I made him promise to keep me opened, and he said he would. I felt like this was my first time, and it was wonderful. I knew I would always be his bitch.
December 29, 2007
It's taken me over a week to write about Mr. Washington. I just wanted to get it perfect. I hurt for like three days after he had sex with me, and I was a little nervous that maybe I wouldn't be as good for him the next time, but when he took me the next time, he opened me pretty easily. I mean it still hurt, but not as bad. It was in his office and he didn't take me anally, but he was all the way into my womb by his fourth or fifth stroke. And he put so, so much of his sperm in me. My God, I was leaking like the whole day and even when I got home. I just love the way he takes me.
I felt maybe a little bad when Donny made love to me after that first time with Mr. Washington. I wanted to say, no, but he insisted it was the right time to make a baby. I sure hope he's wrong, cause it sure wouldn't be his baby! And I do sort of feel like there might be a little black baby growing inside me right now.
He told me what Mr. Washington had said to him in the car and how disgusted he was by it. I told him I was just astonished that anyone would say or do such a thing. I am such a hypocrite, I know
It's good, too, that Donny's inexperienced. He must have thought all that semen inside me was just my natural juices.
I guess Clint decided I wouldn't be the "Company Christmas Bonus." Now he says he's having me tattooed tomorrow and "partying" me in the office on New Year's eve. He's going to have "Exclusive Property of CM Enterprises," tattooed on my butt. I know Brooke wants him to brand me, too. I don't know if he will. I hope not. I'm not sure anymore, though. Mr. Washington wants it done, too. Like I said, I don't mind the tattoo part. It kind of makes me proud that Clint wants to own me. Maybe if Mr. Washington is the one who brands me it won't be so bad. Still, I hope it doesn't happen. I do feel like I sort of belong to Mr. Washington more than anyone, though. I mean I know I'm Clint's property and stuff, but Mr. Washington is special.
This afternoon, Mr. Washington is going to "fuck his bitch," as he likes to say. I'm very excited about that. Oh God, I opened so easily for him now, and when he's so, so deep in me, I just can't describe how perfect the feeling is. My climaxes are so violent with him, like I'm shaking for an hour after.
Mr. Washington still says that when the sales guys all do me on New Year's eve, he's going to make Donny fuck me, too. That would be just awful. I wonder what I would do. Weird.
![http://spanking.yakan.net/eng/album/spanked1.jpg[/IMG] />Amanda lay with her creamy white butt sticking out. Her little ass-hole looked all red and sore around the rim, gaping, seemingly like a deep well filled to overflowing with hot sticky seaman! Her tears soaked her pillow and her body shook with sobs. The girl could still feel the hot liquid swimming around in her bowels. Desperate to cover not just her naked body but also her shame and humiliation she wanted to throw a blanket over herself. But she had had been told, “Don’ Read Moret you dare move a muscle! You stay just like that! I might want some more of that sweet ass before bed”! Out of fear Amanda did what she was told. Scared of what he might do next? Scared he might know other more painful ways to punish her? Scared he might not elect to use her again and then she wouldn’t know the pure pleasure of felling her daddy’s cock buried in her body again! Amanda was a typical spoiled little girl, the only daughter of a working class mother and father. She was by all accounts beautiful beyond her years. On the tall side with long flowing blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, half way between C and D cup her breasts were firm and sat high on her chest! Amanda loved nothing more to wear tops that best displayed her assets! Given a choice she would wear silk shorts to show off her rounded hips and heart shaped ass. All in all you could say little Amanda liked to dress like a girl looking to get laid! Her parents lavished her with gifts and attention. Buying her pretty clothes even a new car when she was old enough, a car they really couldn’t afford. They dearly loved their only daughter, wishing for her a better life then they had. But Amanda wanted more! It was on the internet chat rooms that she found her thrill. Older men begged to see more of her tender young body, promising her gifts and money if she would. It started as just a kick, something to keep the men interested; she flashed her tits to the cam and instantly had a hundred men begging for more! But Amanda had made a critical mistake. She posted her real name and address! First it was gifts that started to arrive, flowers and jewelry. Then came the letters professing their love and desire to marry her! Then came offers to hook up in secret places some the envelopes stuffed with cash! Amanda loved the attention and the money, so when she went back to her desk and sat at her computer she was fully nude. The praise she received over how pretty her pussy was, was like an addiction! Amanda wanted more and hidden safely behind the screen of her computer she felt safe enough to give her fans what they wanted. Of course all good things come to an end and that happened one day while her father sat quietly in the living room reading the newspaper. The man who stocked Amanda for months had no way of knowing Mitchell Parks was home. Mitch had put the car in the garage so he could change the oil later. So when Chester just opened the front door and walked in completely nude and the forty eight year old started calling for his Obsession, “Hey Amanda! Your lover boy is here! Come and get me”! That’s when Mitch noticed the pasty white pudgy old man standing just inside his door, calling for his daughter! When Helen Parks arrived home the police and ambulance were just leaving. Her husband Mitchell stood next to an officer giving the last of his statement. Fearing the worse she rushed to Mitch’s side and her first clue of what was wrong came when the officer talking to her husband held open a folder filled with hundreds of nude pictures of her daughter doing the most lewd things she’d ever seen! Helen seething with anger flew up the stairs to her child’s room grabbed her lap top and smashed it to the floor. Before Amanda had a chance to explain, Helen lunged at the girl, her fingernails ripping at hair and face screaming, “You fucken little slut”! When it was over Amanda lay curled up on the floor naked, her clothes ripped from her body! In fact Helen had taken all her clothes including her underwear and flung them out the window to the lawn, “This way you have to stay in the house you little bitch! Just you wait until your father gets a hold of you”! Amanda came down to the living room that night, as ordered. She knew her punishment was about to be administered and she was ready to get it over with. First she stood in front of the couch and listened to her mother rant, “How could you do this to us? We didn’t raise you to be a whore”! “What if you’d been alone when that man came in to rape you? What would have happened if your father wasn’t here”? The words poured out of her mother’s mouth, slut, whore, bitch, cunt! With each new word Helen’s anger rose, so did Amanda’s shame. When her father rose to his feet Amanda trembled. This was what she’s been expecting. She watched him remove his belt then snap it testing. Her little heart skipped a beat at the sound. Roughly he spun her around and with a hand on the middle of her back forced her to bend over the coffee table! Ass up she braced herself for what she thought was a well deserved whipping! She lost count of how many times the belt landed on her tender and very sore bottom. Twice she tried to sink to her knees. Her father paused ling enough to prop her back up. Only once did she try and use her hands to protect her ass. the belt landing squire on the middle of her back told her that was worse then having her butt whipped! Still bent over, ass throbbing, her tears made a puddle under her face. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her mother stand with a white tube clutched in her fist. Amanda thought her mom was going to apply a lotion to make the burning stop. That was until her felt her mother’s fingers go right between her cheeks and the cold jell that pressed into her ass-hole made her jump a little. When Amanda looked back she saw her father standing behind her. His huge massive cock was in his hand. Mitch stroked his manhood with a gleam of lust in his eyes as he watched his wife lube up their little girl. Amanda screamed, “No Daddy… Don’t”! But when she tried to stand up he put his hand on her back and pushes her back down again. His fingers viciously dug into her hips lifting her bottom up and into position. The flash of pain when her father entered her felt like a white hot poker had been shoved up her ass! Amanda screamed and tried once again to get up and out from under her father. Helen grabbed the girl’s hair and forced her head back. Hissing into her daughter’s face, her voice dripping with venom, “You wanted to be a slut, then take it like a slut”! Helpless and out numbered two to one Amanda relented and accepted her punishment. She bit down hard on her lower lip tasting the salty tears flow down her face. Her head jerked as her father pounded his cock in and out of her ass! Silently she prayed that he would cum soon and it would all be over. But then she heard her father’s voice from behind, “Hey Helen, check this out. The little bitch is soaking wet”! Amanda’s heart skipped a beat. It was true; she could feel her juices freely running down her leg! Her own body had betrayed her! She felt the cool air rush into her gaping ass-hole when her father pulled out. Sweet relief from the huge hunk of man meat that had invaded her body! But it was not to last, her father only lifted her hips higher then plunged his cock in her pussy! Amanda screamed when she felt her hymen rip! The flash of pain gripped her bowels and she felt her muscles contract and clamp down on her fathers cock! He pounded into her so hard her neck whipped, her head jerked with each painful thrust, her voice turned into a ragged, “Ugh, ugh, ugh”! Several long painful minutes past, before she felt her father give one big hard shove. Then she felt the explosion of hot liquid fill her womb. It took her mind a second to register she was now filled with her daddy’s seaman. The sticky liquid now coating her abused pussy felt more like a calming warm glow spreading out from her middle. One she wanted to embrace and keep inside forever. Her father pulled out as he stepped back. His cock sprang free with a loud sucking pop. She could feel their combined juices running down her legs as more of that sweet cool air rushed in to chill the fires burning within her body. The remaining ache, sharp and sweet like a scab you just have to pick at! Amanda looked back and saw her father’s cock smeared with her blood and his seaman. She felt a new ache in her middle, this time one of loss. Before when it was in, Amanda felt stuffed, overfilled, strained to capacity! Now that he was out she felt empty as if a part of her body had been removed. She looked back as his slowly deflating member and felt a longing well up in her bosom. She wanted it back, back where it belonged, in her! Amanda felt light as a feather when her father scooped her up into his big powerful arms and carried her back to her room. Her heart and body ached. It was over, justice had been served and burning pain from her bottom would remind her of her wrong doings for the next week. As he carefully laid his precious little princess on her bed he kissed her forehead tenderly. “Get some sleep baby girl”. He whispered and he pulled the sheet over her. Dazed and confused Amanda watched him walk towards the door. When his hand reached for the knob she squeaked, “Daddy… wait”! Mitch stopped and slowly turned to face his daughter. 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