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    Default The Subjugation of Misty Bannister

    The Subjugation of Misty Bannister

    Chapter 1
    by Arc Light

    Misty Bannister, a twenty six year old classic uppity bitch, is well on
    the fast track in one of the fastest growing insurance companies in the
    country. She is only one level below the vice presidency of the company and is
    in charge of over thirty women employees, in the stress filled claims
    department. Misty is five foot seven inches with long cascading blonde hair
    that reaches just below her shoulders. She has a firm tight body that she
    constantly pushes to the limit. She is very aggressive at the handball court
    and even much more so at the office. As an aggressive woman's libber she takes
    no prisoners, especially the weaker male sex.

    Her husband, a thin, fairly frail, accountant is also considered upwardly
    mobile and has rapidly moved up the partnership scale of the prestigious firm.
    The two yuppies have an income over $150,000 per year and want for nothing.
    The two have a two year old daughter, and the husband at least wonders how the
    miracle could have occurred, as Misty allows him the pleasure of her body only
    on the rarest of occasions. Although married only five years, their sex live
    for the last year consisted of only three eventful entries.

    Even though Misty does not share her many obvious charms, she does put on
    the show. Her elegant conservative business apparel is discretely cut to allow
    even the casual observer an outstanding view of her long firm legs; and her
    more than ample breasts. The skirts are always just a tad tight and emphasizes
    her tight tummy and supple thighs.

    As she arrives at work on Monday morning, she is asked to come to the
    corporate personnel office where she sees a large muscular black applicant
    sitting outside the Personnel Vice President's office. She is wearing a dark
    blue suit, with a mid length skirt cut almost up to her firm ass cheeks in the
    back. What is not shown is the dark black seemed hose held up by a small black
    garter belt. Her partially shaved love mound is covered by black lace panties
    and her bra is made of the same material.

    Walking past the applicant without even a minimal acknowledgment, she
    quickly sits down and briskly asks the vice president; "You called the meeting,
    and I'm a busy person. What do you want?"

    The equally direct personnel vice president shoots right back, "The top
    floor says we are to hire a minority black assistant manager. You're the one
    we picked to break him in. He's sitting outside."

    With the door still open Misty blurts out, "Why do I have to take the
    shiftless blacks. Everyone knows they are lazy and can't learn how to do
    anything."

    Amused by how upset the "Lib" is at having to take the drogue outside his
    office, he is almost joyful when he informs the callous young woman, "You're
    the one. You want to travel the fast track, you have to solve the problems
    presented by the first floor. You may leave now," finishes the vice president.
    He is almost overjoyed by making the young arrogant woman be in charge with
    "Jerome". What only the VP knew was that Jerome was recently released on
    parole after serving three years at Joilet State Prison for aggravated criminal
    sexual assault.

    Jerome was sitting outside the large office and could hear the entire
    discussion. The nose in the air arrogance of the division manager was something
    that he put in proper perspective. Three years in Joilet State Prison made
    Jerome a very patient man. He had learned to control his almost animalistic
    rage and had already cataloged the offensive attack.

    As Misty filed past Jerome she motioned for him to follow her. She kept
    a fast pace and he obediently followed the shapely torso as it slid down the
    hallway. Stopping abruptly she turned and faced the unshaven black. "You are
    my charge and I expect you to be a hard worker. We have many young women in
    our section and I expect you to keep your distance. None of them needs the
    likes of you." With that speech under her tight black lace bra she turned and
    continued back to her department. When there she showed Jerome where to sit
    and told him to start studying the company personnel manual. He arrogantly
    threw the manual on the desk and stretched back in the comfortable chair in his
    cubicle.

    The department was separated by removable partitions and it made it
    difficult to communicate with the various members of the department. Shortly
    one of the women started having a problem with another co- worker. Unable to
    rapidly get to the two quarreling employees, Misty simply stepped up on the
    standard office swivel chair. Although unladylike and unprofessional Misty
    thought the dispute would be resolved very shortly if she could get to the root
    of the problem. Being very careful climbing up, she succeeded in standing on
    the chair and kept her balance by holding to the top of the divider. The
    action caught the eye of Jerome and he silently stepped behind the scolding
    young supervisor.

    As Misty was pompously scolding the two offending workers she felt a huge
    warm hand creep up the back of her skirt. The suddenness of the contact, and
    the unexpected sensation caught the frigid young woman completely off guard.
    Jerome silently and confidently continued to caress the back of the tight and
    very desirable legs. As his hand traveled up her leg, he became amused by the
    fact that Misty's heretofore authoritative voice became very high pitched as he
    continued his sensual stroking. Misty became very flushed and the two scolded
    employees could not understand the deep crimson complexion that the woman was
    becoming directly above her. Her eyes became glossed over and she was having a
    great deal of trouble in keeping her concentration.

    One of the Vice Presidents had overheard the heated reprimands and came
    over to see what was going on. Just at the precise moment that he appeared,
    Jeromes long thin fingers had reached the top of the black seamed stockings.
    As he used a gentle circular motion, Misty was having a very difficult time
    maintaining her balance. When she started to speak to the inquisitive Vice
    President, Jerome let his fingers cross the crevice between the two succulent
    ass cheeks. As his fingers slid over the pleasant orbs they briefly grazed the
    now aroused oily nub of Misty's blood engorged clit. Jerome could feel the
    sudden intake of breath as Misty tried to ignore the very sensuous caressing.
    The Vice President could not ascertain what Misty's problem was but continued
    to stand in front of her looking up into her face.

    Once Jerome found the little orb he was fascinated at the sensations he
    generated and continued to lightly rub the little hooded erection. His actions
    were producing an ever increasing flow of dew that was starting to literally
    drip down the long firm legs of his tormented captive. As his gentle stroking
    continued Misty became more and more agitated; the helpless feeling of standing
    on a swivel chair with two angry employees and facing one of the most important
    men in the company. A man that could advance her career very significantly.
    Faced with this situation she was rapidly approaching a mind exploding orgasm;
    an orgasm brought on by a street wise young black man. A black man who had his
    long fingers manipulating her agitated clitoris; and who she despised. Why
    couldn't her clumsy husband ever produce the same sensations she wondered
    silently.

    Sensing that the situation was under control and not understanding
    Misty's dazed look, he turned and went back to his office. The two workers, at
    least temporarily at peace went back to their duties.

    Jerome knew the white princess was nearing her climax when he chose to
    cease the expert manipulation. He turned and walked back to his small cubicle.
    The removal of the exquisite fingers exploiting her inner most sensations
    caused Misty to gasp. She was so close and now it was over. She had not
    allowed her wimp husband to even try to satisfy her passionate needs, since he
    was so totally inept at providing her pleasure. Gaining her composure she
    climbed off the swivel chair and headed to the cubicle where the insolent black
    had resumed his nearly reclining position in the chair and had not bothered to
    even open the manual he was supposed to be studying.

    "Come with me you black bastard. I want to talk to you before I call
    security to have you arrested for assaulting me," she commanded.

    The black followed the outraged manager to the large corporate board
    meeting room at the end of the hall. Slamming the door she asked, "Who in the
    hell do you think you are and how dare you lay your black hands on me. Give me
    one reason I shouldn't call the police on you right now," she demanded.

    "How long has it been since a real man fucked you?" the Black asked.

    Startled at his continuing insolence she mumbled, "That is surely not the
    business of some black son of a bitch like you. You have lade your hands on me
    and you are going to be severely punished."

    Sneering at the nearly hysterical young white wife, he answered his own
    question, "I bet your sorry ass husband has a four inch cock and has never
    brought you to orgasm. I bet the limp dick couldn't fuck you right if his life
    depended on it. The way you gripped my finger tells me that you really want a
    real man, a man that has a dick big enough to reach deep into that wet sloppy
    pussy of yours."

    Misty's resistance was starting to fade. Everything the black had said
    was correct; especially that she needed a good fucking. Her husband made love
    like a bowl of jelly. When he did get his dick semi hard he barely dribbled
    out when he had completed his task. "I have not made love to my husband for
    nearly four months," Misty stated matter of factly, looking down at the floor.
    "It has been nearly a year since my last orgasm," she continued. Once the
    words escaped her sensuous lips she couldn't understand why she had told this
    abrasive black man her most intimate details.

    With a look of scorn for the privileged white princes before him, he
    slowly lowered his hands to his waist. Her eyes followed the movement and she
    could not believe the size of the huge bulge pushing against the tight dress
    pants. He silently massaged the huge woman pleasing black cock. He kept
    looking up to see that Misty's eyes were trained on his subtle movements and
    that she was absent mindedly licking her bright red lips.

    After allowing his huge black organ to become hard and long he slowly
    slid the zipper down. Her eyes followed his every move and she could barely
    keep from fainting. Half heartedly she asserted her meek protest, "Don't you
    dare undo your zipper."

    Smiling at her subservience, he continued the opening of his trousers.
    After the zipper was completely down he reached in and brought his twelve inch
    manhood into full view for the electrified young white woman. He lingered a
    moment before slowly walking towards the confused and excited supervisor. She
    unconsciously backed up against the mammoth walnut conference table. Staring
    at the menacing figure slowly walking towards her.

    When he was nearly touching the young woman he paused and simply stated,
    "Take my manhood in your hand."

    Looking into his intense eyes she quietly sobbed, "Please, Please let me
    go."

    The sneer returned and he repeated his order in a more forceful manner,
    "Take my BLACK MANHOOD in your hand. It won't tear your hand."

    Misty continued to try and back up against the table rubbing the back of
    her thighs raw. She couldn't take her eyes off the twelve inches of dark black
    cock that was merely inches away from her. Finally looking into his sneering
    face she pleaded once again, "Please, Please. Please I can't." However even
    as she was begging her black captor she was reaching out her hand for the
    bewitching black manhood. Staring at the pulsating black cock she could not
    believe the hardness or throbbing sensation to her petite fingers. As she
    brought her other hand down to increase the pressure on the throbbing member
    the cock sprang to an even greater degree of attention. At first she slowly
    stroked the hard man meat unable to comprehend the length, the hardness, the
    throbbing. After a short while she started milking the hard manhood fascinated
    by the difference in the hard manhood she had in her hand and the puny little
    sausage possessed by her husband. Each second that elapsed increased her
    fascination and her stroking momentum.

    The black merely chuckled at the sight of the high and mighty white
    princess violently stroking his black manhood. As his spewing of black seed
    neared he moved closer to the cock stroking young white woman. The pre cum
    dripped from the huge eye in front of the massive weapon and fell on her skirt.
    Unnoticed by the excited young woman she continued her stroking of the black
    manhood until it spewed its massive quantity of black seed on the front of her
    dark blue dress. Misty could not stop stroking the black manweapon and it
    continued to spew vast quantities of black seed down the front of her dress.
    She finally drained the last small quantity and it fell onto her black spiked
    heels.

    By this point Misty was totally out of breath and near her own orgasm.
    The totally bizarre circumstances had taken Misty completely away from reality.
    All she wanted was to continue the stroking of the black woman pleasure device;
    nothing else mattered. Finally Jerome backs up and reinserts his manweapon
    into his pants.

    Turning he started to walk away and just before reaching the door he
    turned and faced Misty. "I want your panties, take them off and give them to
    me."

    Misty turned to face him and was about to say something, but hesitated
    and then reached down to pull up the hem of her long skirt. As the skirt was
    pulled up Jerome was very impressed by the long perfectly proportioned legs
    encased by the black satin hose held up by the black garter belt. Placing her
    slender cum coated fingers into the top of her black silk panties she slides
    them down and daintily steps out of them.

    Jerome makes Misty walk to him and hand him her panties. She does not
    look into his eyes but keeps her head bowed and looking to the floor. Jerome
    lifts the delicate covering to his nose and inhales deeply. The panties are
    very moist and he knows that he has taken the young white bitch down the first
    leg of her journey into total black submission.

    Misty, still looking down at the floor meekly asks, "When can I meet you
    again."

    Jerome, now firmly in control merely smirk, and walks away. As he walks
    out the conference room door he arrogantly tucks the panties in his shirt
    pocket. The Vice President unconsciously steers to the side of the black man
    but notices the black lace panties that he tucked into his shirt pocket.

    Entering the conference room he seems the resident prick tease Misty.
    However this time she does not look like the normal bitch he expects.

    Looking at her he sees the huge cum stain on the front of her dress as
    she is absently staring to the floor. The black seed is slowly dripping down
    her skirt and sticking at the hem before dropping in a long stream to the
    floor. Without looking up she quickly leaves the room without speaking.

    Later in the day Misty learns that the upper management staff of the
    insurance company is scheduled to attend a week-end retreat at Pere Marquette
    State Park. The lodge has capacity for only forty couples and the insurance
    company reserves the entire lodge. The only invited guests are the senior
    management team and their spouses.

    Daniel Bannister III and his wife Misty arrive early at the lodge and
    obtain a room with a balcony over looking the small motel pool and whirlpool.
    For the last week he has desperately attempted to secure a sexual encounter
    with his frigid wife. All of his attempts were futile which made him that much
    more frustrated. The company has scheduled a banquet for the first evening and
    Misty dresses in one of her sexiest, shortest and tightest micro mini skirts.
    The white satin blouse covers only her beautiful breasts as she decides to not
    wear any tit holders. As she smoothed the black silk hose over her beautiful
    legs her husband moans; from lack of sex and from the visual impact of his near
    perfect wife.

    She arrives at the dinner and unexpectantly Jerome enters the banquet
    room and takes a seat next to the sexiest creature at the conference. Although
    he is not invited to the conference none of the white boy executives have the
    courage to ask him to leave. As the speakers begin Jerome lets his right hand
    drop to Misty's beautiful upper thigh. The contact sears through Misty like a
    red hot poker. She has a too vivid memory about the magic fingers of her
    assistant manager. Each of the self important vice presidents had to take five
    minutes to discuss their own importance with the gathered bored audience.
    During this hot aired ordeal another heat was developing at a fast pace.

    Jerome's magic fingers started at the dimpled knee and was moving
    agonizingly slow up to the vortex of pleasure. The slow meticulous circular
    stroking was generating a heated moisture from the succulent lips of joy. The
    pussy dew that was forming was soaking her black lace panties. As each
    agonizing second ticked off, the droning of the speakers had intensified the
    internal fire building to a crescendo of unfulfilled passion. Poor Misty was
    having a very difficult time in maintaining her composure as Jerome continued
    his methodical sensual caressing. After an eternity his finger reached the hem
    of the micro mini black leather skirt. As his fingers tried to push the
    resisting tight leather up higher, Misty did everything she could to resist the
    rise of the extraordinary short leather skirt. It was very difficult for the
    lady executive to keep her concentration and not allow the burning rage in her
    overheated loins to show to the many assembled company dignitaries. It was
    made more difficult because of the sexual energy she had generated by her
    arrival in the short skirt covering the body desired by every man and half the
    women gathered in the large meeting hall.

    The constant pressure exerted by Jerome's large hand and inquisitive
    fingers finally achieved his desired objective. Shifting uncomfortably in her
    chair allowed the tight skirt to be forced up the long and delightful limbs of
    her delightfully body. Once this shifting was accomplished Misty knew her agony
    would be intensified as the fingers inevitably continued their journey to her
    overheated and seldom used receptacle for male lust.

    The index finger has found its objective at last. The throbbing hooded
    clit was in a constant state of anxiety and became even more so by the gentle
    stroking of its outer layers of skin through the sheer black lace panties. "Oh
    God, please stop," she urged her black tormentor.

    A large smile surfaced on Jerome's handsome black face and he became even
    more direct in his stroking. As his white princess was squirming in her seat,
    he shifted his strategy and let his finger slip along the inner leg of the
    increasingly soaked panties. As his probing finger inserted itself into the
    moist cavity poor Misty threw her head back with her eyes rolling back into her
    sockets. "Please have mercy, I can't stand it anymore. You are going to make
    me pass out. Please, Please stop....... I can't stand it," moaned the
    tormented young white wife.

    Abruptly standing up, Jerome ordered the near climaxing executive, "Come
    with me Mrs. Bannister."

    As the two people leave it disrupts the entire proceedings. One of the
    departing distractions is an uninvited black assistant manager; the other is
    the most attractive lady in the entire company. Besides the obvious
    displeasure of having someone so lowly in the corporate structure even be at
    the event, the other major concern, is why the most beautiful creature at the
    meeting is leaving with the Black. The vice president in charge of marketing
    can't keep his eyes off the departing beauty, as he continues to stumble
    through his disjointed presentation.

    On the way back to Misty's room they pass through the huge great room of
    the rustic motel/lodge. About half way through Jerome stops and turns towards
    the trailing vixen. "I want your panties. You should not be wearing any
    panties in the presence of a BLACK MASTER."

    Still unsettled by the near orgasm and the humiliation of leaving the
    banquet room followed by the curious eyes, Misty could not comprehend what
    Jerome was asking. Looking around she could see several dozen people in the
    great room relaxing prior to supper. As she looked around the room it appeared
    that every person in the room was looking at her sexy body. Her eyes then
    caught the demanding eyes of the black man who had shamed her in front of her
    many colleagues. She started to protest, but the intense stare from Jerome
    convinced her to do as she was ordered. As gracefully as she could, she pulled
    the short skirt high enough to allow her fingers to drag down the lace pussy
    mound covering. Her face turned a fire engine red as she looked at the hostile
    eyes watching her every move.

    Dying of shame she meekly handed the damp black lace to her master.

    It was she who quickly walked to the long hall. She wanted to
    desperately put the humiliating experience as far away as possible. Hurrying
    down the hall she reached her room and stood at the door.

    Jerome walked leisurely down the hall. He was amused at the outraged
    honkies offended by his domination of the white fuck bitch. When he reached the
    door where she was impatiently standing, he slapped her across the face.
    "Don't ever walk away from me again. Don't you want my BLACK DICK?" questioned
    the white princess tormentor.

    With her eyes tearing, she meekly nodded her head.

    Turning she put the key in the lock and held the door for her black fuck
    master to enter first. He walked to the sofa and sat down.

    Following him she walked up to where he was seated and stood before him.
    Her black leather micro mini skirt was shining in the subdued lighting. She
    softly swayed to the quiet music in the background. Her actions was turning
    herself on. She urgently needed to be sexed. Her self induced abstention for
    the last four months was finally taking its toil. The degradation that she
    just endured would be worth it if only she could find her needed release.

    She moved to him and straddled his sitting body. By placing her legs on
    both sides of his muscular thighs her leather skirt was forced up. Bringing her
    pouting lips to his large thick lips she started sucking. Very shortly he
    opened his mouth and her tongue rapidly found the opening. Passionately she
    tried to evoke a response from the largely immobile muscular black.

    Her hips began a motion of their own trying to encourage the massive bulk
    of his mammoth cock to harden. Her pussy lips, already lubricated, found their
    natural fold straddling the ever increasing bulge. The dew coated lips were
    dripping their sweet smelling liquid on the outside of his dress pants.

    Jerome casually sat back allowing his newest white bitch to work herself
    up. Her rapidly swaying hips began a motion of their own desperately trying to
    evoke a response from the throbbing black member. His trousers were becoming
    soaked by the constant thrusting of the blonde's aroused sex.

    As she was nearing her womanly release her husband, Daniel Bannister III
    drunkenly barged into the room. His bloodshot eyes quickly focused on his
    succulent wife writhing in sexual passion above a muscular black. The same
    black that he was told, had degraded his wife in the great room by forcing her
    to remove her black panties and turn the prize over to him like some cheap
    tramp.

    The unexpected noise of the door opening startled Misty and for the first
    time since entering her motel room she returned to reality. Here was her
    cuckold husband staring in rage from the end of the sofa.

    Daniel was so horror struck he couldn't mutter a word. He just stared at
    the adulteress scene unfolding before his blood shot and alcohol infected mind.

    Misty, deprived of her second orgasm in a matter of minutes, climbed off
    her black stud. She backed away from the sofa and stood looking at her enraged
    husband. The rage was so intense he couldn't get the words out.

    Jerome, undaunted by the intrusion, carefully and in a calculated way
    rose to his feet and walked the several feet to directly in front of the
    enraged white husband. Staring into the inflamed face of the vengeful husband
    Jerome forcefully stated the obvious, "Your tramp of a wife wanted a real man,
    not some limp dicked white boy. She hasn't thought of you as a man for years.
    If you had a cock rather than some worthless little white appendage maybe your
    wife would give you the time of day. Strip those clothes off before I beat you
    senseless."


    The Subjugation of Misty Bannister - Chapter 2
    by Arc Light

    In one micro second, the harmed husband went from a fit of rage to one of
    total fear. Here was a muscular black man, who had just totally degraded his
    wife in public demanding that he strip. He had started with all intentions of
    beating the black for sexing his wife. That rage had evaporated and now he
    stood before the menacing black with fear running down his spine. He quickly
    looked at the door but knew he could never reach it.

    Misty, originally staring at the floor out of shame now observed her
    frighten and bullied husband cowering before his black master. "You have no
    right to take my wife," was all the subjugated husband could whine.

    "I told you to strip you white piece of shit. I play with your wife's
    pussy in front of one hundred people; make her give me her panties in the
    middle of the largest room in this motel and bring her back to your room to
    fuck the little white bitch and all you can do is whine you wimp ass mother
    fucker. Get your god damn clothes off or I'll break you into so many pieces
    you'll never walk again," shouted the agitated black. All Jerome could feel
    was total loathing for such a pitiful white boy.

    The fear level has increased to the rich, powerful, and pussy deprived,
    Daniel Bannister III. He meekly unbuttons his shirt and lets it drop to the
    floor. He then unbuckles his pants and lets them slide to the floor. Taking
    his shoes off with the hems of his pants he stands in only his T shirt, briefs
    and socks.

    "Don't stop now. I want your tramp wife to see what a work of art she is
    married to. Strip your briefs off; put your hands behind your back," demands
    the dominant black.

    Unable to look the black in the face, Daniel takes the T shirt and socks
    off and then as an act of final subrogation slides his jockey briefs down his
    legs. Putting his hands behind his back, he stares at the floor thankful that
    the black has not beat him.

    Misty, nervously fidgets, partly out of dread and partly out of loathing.
    Her husband, completely dominated is trembling in fear in front of their black
    master.

    Jerome, now in complete domination tells Daniel, "I'm going to fuck that
    tramp bitch until she can't walk. Have you taken her in the ass yet?"

    Eyes still downcast, Daniel meekly responds, "No. My wife has not had
    sex with me for several months."

    "Do you want me to fuck your wife?" questions Jerome.

    Daniel, still staring to the floor does not know what to answer. His
    beautiful wife is trembling only feet from where he is. Finally, his eyes
    still downcast, he mutters; "Yes."

    Misty is very torn emotionally at this point. She craves for the black
    cock that she has only held. Her husband has been totally shamed, totally
    broken by this muscular black man. Her pussy juices are still flowing down her
    legs and smearing the dark black silk hose.

    "Strip your tramp wife for a black man to fuck," orders Jerome.

    Head hung down, Daniel trods to where his wife is still standing. He is
    unable to look his beautiful wife in the face, as he starts unbuttoning her
    satin blouse. As he reaches the last button ,he unhooks the front button of her
    black leather mini skirt. He slowly unzips the skirt and tugs the tight
    fitting skirt down off the tight buttocks of his wife. He stoops to pull the
    skirt away from her long legs. Walking around her, he unhooks her black lace
    bra and gently eases it down over her shoulders.

    As he reaches for the hook on the garter belt the black master speaks,
    "Don't remove the hose and garter. I like the feel of them on my black cock
    when I fuck white bitches."

    "Beg me to fuck your wife white boy!" continues Jerome.

    Unable to avoid the ultimate humiliation and degradation, Daniel finally
    looks up to Jerome, "Please sex my wife."

    Amused by the final victory Jerome walks over to where the man and wife
    are standing and looks directly into Misty's face. "Your husband has given me
    your fine white body. Now it's your turn. Do you want my black cock ?"

    Returning the gaze Misty looks into her black fuck master's eyes and
    quietly answers, "I want your black cock, master."

    "Go get the bitch's dildo white boy," commands Jerome.

    Daniel without hesitating rushes to Misty's overnight case and brings
    back Misty's small purse size dildo. While retrieving the requested item he
    also sees that she hasn't taken her birth control pill and brings it along to.
    Reaching his wife he extends his hand with the birth control pill and tells his
    wife, "You better take your pill," while he hands his black master the small
    dildo.

    Jerome stares at Misty and sternly warns her, "White bitches do not take
    birth control when they are with black men. I intend to give you a black
    bastard. Lose the pill."

    Misty lets the pill drop to the floor. She is starting to have a great
    deal of apprehension, especially about giving birth to Jeromes black bastard.
    "While your husband shows his servitude to his black master you are to prepare
    your asshole for me," orders Jerome. Misty hesitantly takes the small dildo and
    gently inserts the tip into her anus.

    While she is starting to prepare her never before used asshole Jerome
    orders the white boy, "You can remove my clothes prior to preparing my cock for
    your wife," Jerome orders.

    Daniel subserviently removes Jerome's clothing paying extra special
    attention to Jerome's boxer shorts. The huge black organ has grown as the
    domination to the two white yuppies have progressed. As he slips the shorts
    down Jerome's muscular legs Jerome roughly grabs both his ears and tells the
    white boy, "If I am to fuck your white bitch wife I want my black cock hard.
    You will lick it until its hard enough to force its way up your wife's ass."

    Daniel, already in a kneeling position, takes the rapidly hardening black
    manhood into his mouth and sucks the head. Jerome stands above the subjugated
    white boy and enjoys his subservience as his dick becomes hard in the white
    husband's mouth.

    Misty observes the proceedings from her half bent position, as she tries
    to maintain the small dildo in her ass. Seeing her husband on his knees before
    her black lover, her pussy continues to gush a stream of dew down her black
    silk covered legs.

    When Jerome feels that he is sufficiently hard, he orders Daniel to bring
    his wife to him. She knee crawls to her black master. He proceeds to give her
    next order, "Get down on all fours."

    She assumes the position with her white boy husband next to her. She
    continues to hold the dildo in her relaxed ass. Jerome places himself behind
    her upturned ass and brings his black cock to rest on her upper ass. Looking
    into Daniel's face he gives the next command, "Put my black cock in your
    wife's ass you fucking wimp."

    Unable to not obey, unable to comprehend the grotesque turn of events,
    that changed this week-end from a week-end of martial sexual bliss, to a night
    of complete subjagation and domination by the muscular black stud kneeling over
    his beautiful blonde wife, whose tight ass was thrust upward. The black's huge
    cock rested on his white wife's firm ass cheeks.

    Daniel, gently removed the whirring small vibrator from his wife's
    beautiful thrashing asshole. As the small dildo gently slid out the small
    wrinkled opening, Misty let out a low moan and thrust her ass cheeks against
    the twelve inch black cock resting between the two firm cheeks.

    Mournfully looking at the huge black master resting on his knees behind
    his prone wife, he seemed to beg with his eyes to save his wife's virgin anal
    opening. Finding no compassion from the dominating look, poor Daniel lowered
    the head of the huge black weapon to the small pouting orifice. As he gently
    places the enormous black cock head at the entrance of tight pleasure. At this
    instance his wife looks back up at her husband. She could anticipate the
    intense initial pain as the huge black manhood was forced into the minuscule
    entrance. The black FUCK master showed no mercy as his first pile driving
    thrust buried four inches of the pole into the tight opening. The scream
    escaping from Misty's dainty throat was primeval.

    "Oh, my god. Please stop, I can't take you. You are too large. You are
    ripping my poor ass apart," begs the beautiful white wife.

    The pleading brought an immediate response, but not the one hoped for by
    the beautiful Misty and her shocked husband, who had backed away and was
    sitting on his haunches several feet away. Jerome used the mournful entreating
    to lodge an additional four inches into the quaking asshole.

    The additional thrust nearly caused the overheated blonde to pass out.
    The pain was intense and she could feel the membranes of her anal canal stretch
    and tear.

    The warm wet fluid only caused Jerome to thrust deeper; this last time
    the final four inches of his baseball bat size cock. Misty could barely
    breathe and was screaming at the top of her lungs. Her white boy husband
    huddled in the corner, could not stand to hear her mournful pleadings. Burying
    his head in his arms, he tried to block out the animalistic mourning.

    As the black FUCK master finally reached the maximum depth he allowed his
    dark dong to slide out a few inches only to be rammed to the base a few seconds
    later. This action, providing a small relief at first, followed by another
    massive thrust caused Misty's pretty head to swing back and forth trying to
    keep up with the rapidly changing sensations. After several minutes the
    combination stroking and thrusting was bringing the young white wife to a new
    plateau of unbelievable pleasure. Over the last two days she came within
    orgasm on three separate occasions only to be cheated at the last possible
    second.

    She would have given her life to have the pleasure giving black cock to
    be lodged in her dew dripping cunt lips. Be that was not to be, as the
    sensation of the constant begging of the white woman coupled with the tight
    intensity of her constricting asshole brought about the huge explosion of black
    seed into Misty's torn and throbbing asshole. As the huge black cock spewed
    forth its warm and salty fluid Misty involuntarily constricted her anal
    sphincter and sucked more of the burning fluid into her being. The spewing and
    thrusting went on for what Misty felt was a hour. Finally finished, but with
    his huge black cock still rock hard, Jerome ordered the white boy to crawl over
    to him, "Come and take my black cock out of your wife's asshole, Asshole."

    Raising himself to a kneeling position Daniel knee crawled to where his
    wife, still on all fours, with Jerome's black cock was still lodged into her
    petite ass. The black seed was mingled by thin strands of blood and was
    dripping down her perfect black silk hose encased legs. She had a constant
    whimper; again she had not achieved her long sought after orgasm.

    Daniel took the black cock delicately and eased it out of the tight
    opening. As it sprang free a massive quantity of black seed surged forth
    drenching her hose encased legs. The sudden departure of the huge log caused
    Misty to collapse on the carpet covered floor in the dark motel room. Although
    physically exhausted she was also seeking her long denied release.

    Jerome slapped Misty's firm ass cheeks swiftly and with great force. "Get
    your white ass up and pay homage to my black manhood. Misty, her eyes tearing
    brought her tired and painful body to a sitting position and reached for the
    ravishing black cock. Quickly and expertly, she licked the head and body of
    the still rock hard black cock. Trying to clean the entire length she licked
    the entire length; and then started on the base twisting into position so she
    could clean the entire pleasure giving organ.

    Daniel, the white boy husband, remained seated on his haunches and felt
    the first pangs of subservience. He was embarrassed by the actions of his
    wanton adulteress wife. His stare was finally broken when Jerome ordered him
    to retrieve two of his best ties from the closet.

    Upon his return, Jerome drug the still cock licking wife by the hair and
    unceremoniously threw her on the bed. "Tie the bitch's arm to the headboard.
    I will be back in a minute," ordered Jerome to the cuckholed white boy.

    Complying with the order Daniel firmly ties each of his wife's hands to
    the headboard. Once he complied with his black master's order he stood back
    and looked at his sweat covered cheating wife. His small white cock stood at
    attention, looking at his beautiful white wife spread wide waiting for her
    black lover to return. In an instant he climbed before his widely sprayed wife
    and was a quick thrust away from driving his four and half inches into his
    wife's dripping marriage womb. In the split second before the excruciating
    pain signals reached his brain, Daniel thought that he would finally be able to
    perform his martial duties on his cock starved wife.

    Jerome had came from the bathroom and immediately saw that the worthless
    white boy was going to prod his newest white fuck bitch. He glided over to the
    bed and placed his huge hand around the small but rock hard cock and nut sack.
    Ripping the two useless white boy organs up and back he pulled Misty's husband
    off the bed and deposited him violently against the wall wedged between the bed
    and the wall with numerous abrasions on his forehead and his male organs nearly
    ripped from their sockets. The pain from his organs was only matched by the
    massive throbbing forehead. In a brief instance he passed into a deep
    unconsciousness.

    Misty, shocked by the brutal treatment of her husband was about to say
    something when she noticed that her black fuck master's huge cock was again
    rock hard. As he slipped between her widely spayed legs she could only pray
    that her orgasm was to be induced by the black seed spewing manweapon.

    Her hopes were increased as he gently nudged the cuntal opening with the
    fist sized head of his black cock. As he positioned the massive organ at the
    opening Misty slid down eagerly encasing the pleasure giving instrument. As
    hard as she struggled to slide down she became terrified when she realized that
    despite her efforts only the head and first two inches of the cock had found
    her flooded cunt chamber. Struggling beyond her capacity she could not move
    lower on the bed as her hands were firmly tied to the headboard.

    "Please Master, Please Enter Me! I need my release so bad. Please,
    Please, Please FUCK ME. FUCK ME NOW. I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOUR BLACK COCK,"
    screamed the young white division manager.

    Jerome was more than content to allow the head of his rock hard black
    cock to be continually stroked by the wet and constricting cunt lips of his
    latest inductee into BLACK POWER. Jerome was more than able to keep his cock
    hard for hours at a time and this is torment that he planned for his latest
    conquest.

    Misty continued her efforts at enticing the huge log to be inserted into
    her deeper recesses, albeit without success. Her sweat covered body was
    constantly in a state of near exhaustion. It was only several deep black
    strokes away from total orgasm; an orgasm that Jerome would not allow to
    happen.

    As the hours passed, her constant wailing; pleading; begging; imploring
    only made Jerome resist the temptation to end the white bitch's torture. Every
    time she could no longer thrust her clinched hips against his organ he gave her
    a inch; and as she reacted to the pleasure derived he would pull back and wait
    another few seconds for the exhaustion to set in. Her body was nearly drenched
    from the exertion she expended attempting to achieve her essential release.
    Sweat from her body and the body of her master continually dripped down the
    swollen cuntal lips and slid into her damaged and bruised asshole. As the
    salty liquid dripped into the crinkled opening it brought a dull ache. The
    nerve endings and blood vessels had many tears; nothing that would cause
    permanent injuries but enough to cause constant torment.

    The constant pleading for her black lover to finish her droned on and on
    in her husband's head. For several hours all he could hear from his wedged and
    uncomfortable position besides the bed were his wife begging her black master
    for more and more cock. Her pleadings went unheeded for the pleasure was never
    given.

    At the point of total surrender; the point of her mind sliding into never
    ending begging for black cock Jerome asked her in a very soft voice, "Do you
    want your husband to go get my three black brothers at the lounge?"

    As her mind searched for release all she could understand was the
    question asking if she wanted more black cock. "God yes; I have to cum.
    Please fuck me black master. Please give me your seed."

    Rewarding his newest fuck bitch for the right answer he allowed her
    another two inches which were totally engulfed into the warm wet pussy canal.

    Ordering white boy up Jerome give him his latest instructions,"I have
    three black brothers in the motel lounge. Your wife wants more black meat for
    her smelly pussy. Go get the Bro's and bring back some bottles of whiskey."

    Daniel, his head still throbbing did not move. At least he didn't move
    until Jerome smashed his head against the wall with a quick thrust. Misty's
    husband reluctantly got up and started putting on his pants. "You wear a towel;
    and you best be respectful to my friends. I'm going to ask what them if you
    were respectful."

    Daniel Bannister III clad in only a towel around his waist made his way
    to the motel lounge. He was extremely thankful that there was only a handful
    of people in the lounge. Walking up to the three large black men he meekly
    asks, "My wife Misty would like for you to come to her room."

    "Does your wife want to fuck some real men; some black men, the largest
    of the trio nearly shouts."

    Daniel, embarrassed beyond comprehension about his appearance, and
    totally unprepared for the question meekly responds, "My wife wants you to fuck
    her."

    Amused, another one of the blacks asks the next question, "I know your
    wife wants to be black fucked but what I wonder is do you want black men to
    fuck your white wife?"

    Standing in the middle of the lounge, totally humiliated by the perverse
    questioning Daniel submits even further; "I would like you to fuck my wife."

    The other patrons of the lounge were all from the insurance company
    convention and smugly thought to themselves that Misty Bannister was finally
    receiving her just reward for being such a prick tease.

    Daniel meekly led the group of three black men back to the room were his
    beautiful white wife was now being black sexed by her black fuck master. When
    the four men entered the room Jerome had again brought poor Misty to the brink
    of orgasm by allowing her the feel of an additional several inches of black
    manhood.

    When his black trainers arrive he abruptly pulls completely out leaving
    poor Misty in a state of near mental breakdown. For the last five hours Jerome
    has brought her to the brink only to leave her one stroke short. Her mind is
    starting to leave reality along with her physically exhausted body.

    Daniel meekly stands to the side and is ordered to retrieve his sex
    ravaged wife. "Untie your wife and introduce her to my friends," orders
    Jerome.

    Daniel knows not to show the slightest signs of disobedience and rushes
    to the bed to untie Misty's scraped and cut wrists. Not fully understanding
    her release, Daniel helps his wife to her feet and guides her to where the
    blacks are gathered.

    "Introduce your wife to my friends you rancid little worm," mocks Jerome.

    Standing in front of the largest and meanest black Daniel formally
    introduces his wife; "Sir, I would like for you to meet my wife, Misty
    Bannister."

    Jerome instructs Daniel on the proper protocol now that his wife has been
    formally introduced to black sexing; "When a black man enters a room the white
    fuck bitches are to tongue kiss their superiors and spread their legs if so
    ordered. Your wife is to never again wear either panties or bra in the
    presence of a black man."

    Misty, understanding her new role of black sexing immediately moves
    forward and as she puts her arms around the mean looking black inserts her
    tongue into his pungent oral cavity. Gracefully she slides against him and
    starts dry fucking him. Entertained by his newest friend he allows the white
    insurance executive to facilitate his erection.

    After becoming hard he allows the still unsatisfied woman to make her
    introductions to the other two guests.

    During the next three hours Misty is constantly fucked by the four black
    men. Never is there a second that she is not being entered by a black cock.
    The black seed is deposited deep and often and after each has entered her
    precious white body the second, third, and fourth black sexing follow.

    At 8:00 AM the desk clerk makes his wake up call announcing that the
    insurance conference breakfast will start at 8:30 AM.

    Misty, her black silk hose shredded, her cunt tunnel litterly flowing
    with black seed is barely conscious. Her mind has drifted between a constant
    orgasm for the last three hours. Her ravished body is consumed beyond
    exhaustion. She is barely functional when Jerome slaps her reddened ass cheeks
    and informs her, "Get your sorry ass ready for the meeting. It's one I am
    looking forward to."

    As Misty struggles to rise Jerome heads for the shower. He has been able
    to achieve several hours sleep since turning over the black sexing duties to
    his bro's. Grabbing Daniel by the back of the neck he drags him into the
    shower to wash his back, balls, and black cock.

    When he comes out with Misty's husband drying his back, Misty attempts to
    rise on very shaky legs. Struggling to maintain her balance she guides herself
    to the bathroom. Before reaching the shower, Jerome forces her down in front
    of the make up mirror. "You don't have time to shower or wash your face. Put
    on some makeup and dress. I'm ready to go to the breakfast with your
    colleagues and friends."

    Misty's face as with the rest of her ravished and bruised body is in
    total disarray. Her mascara, lipstick and eye shadow from the previous evening
    are more than ruined. The constant sexual activity along with the face
    ejaculations have smeared her face beyond repair. Parts of the black seeding
    is caked to her hair and face. At point of collapse, she tries to smear on a
    fresh coat of lipstick and brushes on a small layer of rouge attempting to
    camouflage some of the more noticeable streaking. After thirty hours without
    sleep she has bags and dark shadows under her emerald eyes. Looking into the
    mirror she resembles a ghost; a ghost that was constantly black sexed for the
    last twelve hours.

    Pulling on the damaged white sating blouses missing half of it's buttons
    she pulls on her black leather micro mini skirt. Trying to disguise her torn
    and ripped hose she pulls on black leather knee high boots. As she heads for
    the door, she looks at the mirror and barely recognizes the little white whore
    about to follow her black pimp to a breakfast designed solely to scorch her
    soul.

    Before exiting the room Jerome takes her bright red lipstick, pulls her
    blouse apart and literally paints her nipples a bright red. Upon pulling the
    blouse together the bright red nipples are very visible. She must them tongue
    kiss each of her black sex partners before making the journey of her life down
    the long hall following her new BLACK OWNER.

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