Wife Pays Cause Hubby Plays 
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009


"Fucking animals!"

One black after another. Apparently some famous basketball player
with a good reputation (Bull shit!) had raped some poor innocent
white girl. After that was a story about the black snipers going
to trial. Following that story, a black woman had been arrested
for leaving a child alone in her house for two weeks after being
arrested for something else. And two of these animals had the
nerve to run for president!

Heather didn't normally watch the news. She found it much too
depressing. It was always showing how blacks were dragging this
country down. Not that her husband was a saint, he was overly
fond of beer and had a gambling problem, but he had never raped
or killed anyone. Luckily, he had quit gambling six months ago,
but he still drank his beer every night. The six pack Frank drank
nightly no doubt contributed to the disappearance of the six pack
on his stomach over the last five years since they'd graduated
high school. His six pack abdomen had been replaced by a lump of
pale, shaking flesh.

Heather was worried that if his paunch kept growing, he might not
be able to get his entire 5 inch pussy plower into her. She'd
loved his dick back in school and had seen a lot of it then, but
for each of the four years they'd been married, she was seeing
less and less of it. When she did get some, she was usually left
disappointed enough that she had to finish herself off alone in
the bathroom. Lately, she felt there was something missing in her
sex life.

Heather thought her husband was an idiot. Any man married to a
hot bitch like her should be fucking her twice a day. Heather
hefted her breasts and winked at herself in the mirror that
covered the wall across from the couch. She hadn't turned the TV
channel because she was painting her toes, sitting naked on the
couch except for a thong. She applied the red polish to the small
toe on her left foot just above a silver ring. She put her ankle
bracelet back on then sat back to let the polish dry while more
criminals with black faces appeared on the news.

Sick of the news, she turned to stare at herself some more. What
the fuck was wrong with Frank? I was the hottest girl at Nathan
Bedford Forrest High, she thought. The nearly nude body
reflecting in the mirror belonged to a Fredrick's of Hollywood
model, a stripper, or a porn star. Long reddish-blonde hair
covered her head, surrounding bright green eyes and lips painted
to match her toenails. Her skin was milky white, smooth, with no
blemishes except for the occasional freckle. Large, firm knockers
topped her chest. They were so perfect, they should have been
fake. Her boobs were capped by nipples the color of  pink roses
and the diameter of fifty cent pieces. Frank used to joke that
they were so pointy, they'd poke his eyes out. Her stomach was
flat and surrounded by a thin tapered waist. Her thong was light
blue and with her legs propped up on the coffee table, she could
see the outline of her pussy lips through the tight material as
well as a little wet dot in the center. Remembering all the
fucking she and Frank had done in high school had her feeling a
little horny.

No woman should look this good, she thought. Heather's closest
friends and rivals in high school were now, fat, haggard looking
women with screaming brats sucking on rapidly sagging teats.
Thinking about Frank and her friends had her amazed that
someone's body could change so much between 18 and 23. No doubt,
if Heather had been a mommy, her body would be as fat as her
friends, but her husband had a sperm count so low it was
nonexistent. Their doctor had been flabbergasted. Frank's semen
was practically crystal clear and until seeing the doctor,
Heather hadn't known that semen was supposed to be milky white.
Frank's problem had finally been traced to a childhood illness.
If they were to have children, they'd need to adopt and so the
unused room in the trailer sat empty except for trash bags filled
with Frank's beer cans.

Someone banged loudly on the door.

Heather jumped, startled. She wiggled her toes and decided the
polish was dry. She grabbed a pink halter top and pulled it on
over her head until the playboy bunny was nestled between her
knockers. Her swollen pointy nipples were clearly visible through
the stretched material.

The banging came again. The pounding was so hard, it shook the
trailer.

"Hold your ass. I'm coming," yelled Heather. She grabbed small,
gray, cotton shorts and pulled them on. Black lettering spelling
the word, BITCH crossed the two perfect globes of her ass.

Her visitor pounded on the door again.

Heather checked herself out in the mirror. The bottoms of her
breasts were visible under the halter and the stud in her belly
button sparkled. The shorts rode low on her hips and the straps
of her thong were visible crossing each hip. Damn sexy, but then
she liked to show off her body.

"Open up," yelled the visitor, pounding on the door continually.

"Gawd dammit," growled Heather, finally pulling the door open.
"What?" she asked the hard, perfect male chest she was staring
at. The chest was encased by a tight, white tee shirt. She
followed the tee shirt to the arms whose biceps were as big as
her thighs and gasped when she saw that her visitor had dark
black skin. "What do you want?"

"How'd that worthless husband of yours get a fine piece of ass
like you?" said the black man. He was actually handsome with a
crew cut and goatee, but looked like a thug with tattoos on his
arms and a do-rag wrapped around his crew cut.

"What do you want?" she asked again. Heather was wondering if she
could slam the door shut and pull the chain. Would it even keep
out a man so big? It was too late though, the man was already
pushing himself inside.

"Where's Frank? That dick you're married to, owes me money and
said he'd pay me back today."

Heather felt a pit form in her stomach. Frank was gambling again
and they were flat broke. To keep from staining her coffee table,
the nail polish was sitting on a growing pile of second notice
bills. She'd always known his fondness for playing the ponies
would hurt them in some way. "What are you going to do?"

"Kick Frank's white ass if I don't get my money. Damn!" The black
man said the later because he was taking in Heather's outfit or
to be exact the body under the outfit. "That lazy man of yours is
dead meat if I don't get my money. Worst employee I fucking
have."

"You're Samson?" Heather crossed her arms across her chest,
embarrassed that his gaze was hardening her nipples.

"Yeah, that's right," said the black man. "Now you can pay me or
I'll wait for slow poke to get home." Samson punched one beefy
fist into his other palm for emphasis.

"I don't have any money," said Heather, she'd spent their last
cent on groceries and Frank's beer. Stupid shithead Frank had not
only borrowed money from a black animal, but he'd borrowed it
from his big brute of a boss. The man who could leave them even
poorer. The man whom Frank constantly complained rode his ass
every day screaming obscenities at him for being lazy and
screwing up all the time. "Frank's probably at the tavern since
it's Friday. Would you like a beer?"

"Yeah."

Heather walked the few steps into the kitchen. She reached up to
get a glass out of the cupboard. As she stretched, her halter
rode up her breasts until Samson got a good view of her lower
nipples. That's why Heather wore this outfit, but she never
expected to be showing off her body to a dangerous black animal.
She opened the refrigerator for a can of beer. The blast of cold
air hit her breasts. Heather felt her nipples grow completely
hard until goose bumps peppered her areola. Samson openly stared
at them when she handed him the beer. "Perhaps, there's some
other way we could repay you?"

"Bitch," said Samson, reading her shorts, "you're the only thing
in this shit hole worth anything. If I can't have you, then I'll
just hafta wait for fat Frank to get home. I should fire his lazy
ass."

"Are you going to hurt my husband?"

"Only if he don't pay me what he owes me. Then he's dead meat.
Holy fucking Jesus!"

Heather finished pulling the halter over her head and stepped
back as the black man's large hands had unconsciously jumped up
as if to squeeze her tits. Sally Jesse and Springer had taught
her that black men were sex starved animals especially for white
women, though they seemed to prefer their white women fat. She
hoped her body would be good enough for Samson. Heather didn't
have any money or valuables, but she did have one skill she
excelled at. "If I suck your dick, will you promise not to hurt
my husband?" Samson just nodded staring in shock at her tits. As
an after thought, Heather added, "and you promise not to fire
him?"

"Uh, sure baby, but you hafta do whats I tells ya."

"Like what?" asked Heather suspiciously.
"Like to start, I'd like to see you out of those shorts.

"Ok," said Heather. She felt a little sick to her stomach at the
thought of sucking a black man off, but in her experience the
more aroused she made him, the sooner it would all be over with.
She turned around and bent down to touch her toes, her bare
breasts were visible between her legs to the black man. The word
BITCH was staring at him as she reached up and slowly pulled the
legs of her shorts down.

"Your ass is fucking unbelievable," said Samson, grabbing his
crotch. "Now lose the thong." He reached out and squeezed her two
ass cheeks.

Heather jumped out of his grasp. "Hey! No touching!" She pulled
the thong back up.

"No deal. There's gonna be touching. Now come here. NOW!"

Shit, she thought. This man wouldn’t be so easy to manipulate. He
was going to run his dirty black hands all over her body. Heather
was breathing heavily as she stepped forwards. She shivered with
disgust as he bent forwards and kissed her belly, slipping his
tongue inside her belly button and around the stud. He grabbed
her hips to hold her still and kissed up her stomach. Heather
crinkled her nose in disgust from his wet kisses, but that
changed when he reached her breasts. They'd always been overly
sensitive. Samson's tongue slid up her lower breast and across
her nipple sending a spasm through her body. The thick tongue
came back down, this time circling her nipple before he sucked
the entire tip between his lips. Heather sucked her bottom lip
into her mouth to keep from crying out in pleasure. A moan did
escape her lips as his teeth gently closed on her nipple and
nibbled on it. Samson then sucked it like a baby for a few times
before kissing his way over to her other breast.

This time it was a little different. Samson's mouth still gave
her nipple a workout, but now his hands were also on the move.
One hand slid along her thigh and between her legs. It moved up
to her crotch and reached into her ass, grabbing the thong.
Samson slowly pulled the thong down, using his other hand to pull
the straps over her hips. His finger hooked the thong moving down
the inside of her ass. The tip of his finger pushed harder
against her ass hole making her jump, but didn't penetrate.
Instead, it kept moving down. The tip slid across her pussy lips
which much to Heather's shame were very wet, parting easily for
his finger.

Samson's finger pushed against the entrance to her pussy, but
kept going until it was teasing her clit. Heather hadn't been
touched like this in a long time and she was struggling not to
enjoy this. Her body was fighting her. Her clit was swelling as
his wet finger teased around it. His finger then slid between her
pussy lips again. Samson suddenly thrust his finger deep in her
pussy just as he sucked her left nipple hard between his lips.
"Oh fuck yeah," moaned Heather, as she came all over his finger.

Samson was exceptionally skilled with his finger. He didn't stop
after giving her the one orgasm. He held his finger in deep and
started rotating the tip around while continuing to suck on her
breast. Samson was a big man and his finger was nearly the size
of Frank's penis. Heather closed her eyes and enjoyed the
sensations. The black man's free hand came up and squeezed her
ass cheek, one finger close to her anus. This time he did push
the finger hard against her anus. Heather opened her eyes to
protest as his finger pushed in, but found that instead of being
unpleasant, she was cumming a second time.

Heather's legs went weak as the large orgasm wracked her body. It
had been years since she'd cum, and never twice within minutes of
each other and never one this big. Samson quickly grabbed her
waist and lowered her to the ground as she collapsed to her knees
between his legs. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't
supposed to enjoy it.

The buxom, strawberry-blonde rested her head on his knees while
she caught her breath. "I'll take that blow job now," he said.

Heather looked up to see that he had helped her by unbuckling his
belt and opening his pants. He'd removed his tee shirt revealing
his hard, muscular chest. Samson had the chest of a professional
weightlifter and he put Frank to shame even when Frank was in
shape back in high school. There was also a curiously large bulge
underneath his slacks.

Heather's revulsion was disappearing a little as she reached up
for his zipper. Samson may have been black, but he was a handsome
manly man. She felt she needed to repay him for the two orgasms
she'd had. Heather grasped the zipper gingerly and began to pull
down. The bulge beneath his pants seemed to swell, the added
pressure helping push the zipper down. Samson lifted his hips
while she helped pull his pants down. She'd never seen another
man's penis and was starting to get a little eager.

Samson wore tight white underwear that appeared about to burst.
It almost looked like he had shoved a big knobby snake in his
pants. She could see a serpentine head shifting. Heather found
her hands were shaking as she grabbed the rim of his underwear
and pulled out. That was just the opportunity the snake had been
looking for and Samson's Cock head shot up not only beyond his
underwear, but beyond his bellybutton. Heather stared at Samson's
monster penis and she kept staring mouth agape in shock.

Samson's hand came down and pushed his underwear free of his nut
sack. "Looking at it ain't gonna make it cum, baby. Use that
pretty mouth of yours." Samson bent his cock forward and rested
it on Heather's lips.

His voice brought Heather out of her shock. Samson's shaft must
have been thirteen inches long and as thick as a big mag
flashlight. "Fucking liar," she mumbled, as she took in balls the
size of tangerines. She was thinking about her husband and the
fact that he'd told her he was well-endowed with a five inch
penis. Samson’s seemed even bigger as he pushed it down and she
stared down his shaft. He held his cock bent as Heather began to
kiss and lick around the golf ball sized head.

Samson let go of his cock and the shaft sprang up to slap against
his belly. Heather reached up and grabbed it, pulling it back
towards her mouth. Heather paused, confused. She was acting as if
she were eager to suck on this man's big black cock. She pulled
her head back and stared at it some more. The swollen head was
light brown while the shaft and the rest of Samson's body was
dark black. A pulsing blue-black vein ran the length of his shaft
and smaller veins crisscrossed the surface. The black man's big
cock started getting closer to her mouth again and Heather
suddenly felt Samson's hand on the back of her head, pulling her
forwards. She gave in and opened her mouth.

At some point during the blow job, Heather began to enjoy
herself. Actually, it was almost immediately. She took the head
into her mouth and nimbly ran her tongue all around the surface.
Her other hand found the shaft and started stroking it. Heather
had thought she was skilled, but that was sucking on Frank's
prick. Her husband's entire penis had easily fit into her mouth
with just the tip teasing her throat. Heather felt like gagging
with just Samson's cock head in her mouth. Sucking Samson was a
challenge and she loved challenges.

Heather forced the thick cock into her throat and started bobbing
her head. Heather's throat made purring sounds as she took the
cock deeper and deeper. "I think the slut's enjoying her dark
meat," said Samson. Heather gave him a mean look, but continued
bobbing her head. "Not as easy as little old fat Frank, is it? I
bet I'm twice as big."


Heather paused for air. Samson was more then twice as big as her
husband, but she didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing
that fact. "Just warn me when you're going to cum," she said,
before returning her mouth to his shaft. The base had grown slick
now and her hand slid more rapidly along it while she'd managed
to swallow seven or eight inches. Her free hand hefted and
massaged his balls which were starting to contract. The thick
shaft was swelling even thicker. It jerked in her mouth and
Heather felt it pumping semen into her belly. Disgusted, she
pulled back as more of the hot fluid shot down her throat.

"I'm gonna cum," groaned Samson, a little too late.

Heather's mouth filled with hot sperm and the head prevented her
from spitting it out forcing her to swallow. Heather pulled back
freeing the cock from her mouth just as it blew another wad which
splattered from her nose to her neck. Heather pulled the spitting
head down away from her face and several more wads covered her
tits. Heather moved his Cock head around, using it to rub his
semen into her skin and nipple. "It is white!" she murmured, a
little shocked. Her chin and breasts were covered with milky
white sperm, so different from Frank's. It even tasted different,
richer, more potent, filled with protein. It was like egg nog
compared to skim milk.

"If you’re a good girl, I might let you suck me again some time."

"Not on your life," she replied, but found herself tempted. Would
practice allow her to swallow the whole thing? "I just did it to
pay you back."

"No, you did it so I wouldn't kick your husband's ass. He still
owes me my money."

"Oh." Heather hadn't released his shaft. She was still stroking
on it, awed that sperm would still pour out of the head every
time her hand moved forwards along the shaft. It had only shrunk
an inch or so and was still hard enough to fuck.

"Let me fuck you and we'll call it even."

"No way. I'd consider it, but you're too big."

"I ain't met no woman yet who couldn't handle my black schlong.
Now, you said you was broke and didn't have no money. Somebody's
gonna pay me back. I'm just trying to do you a favor, see, and
you'll be doing Frank a favor too. Now we can try and I'll just
push it in a little at a time, see how much you can take and
all."

"I'm not sure..." Heather jerked her head back as Samson's cock
thrust forward through her hand, once again rock hard.

"Whatever. I need the money more then I need to get laid."

Samson may have needed the money more, but his cock seemed to be
more interested in the sex. If anything it looked harder now then
it had the first time. Heather just had to know how much of his
big dick she could take. "I guess we could try."

"Ok. First, we should probably make sure you're juiced up."
Samson laid down on his back on the carpet." Come here, baby."
Heather made to straddle his waist, but Samson stopped her. "No,
no baby. Lay down across my chest facing the other way." He
waited until she had obeyed him then added, "Now back your pussy
into my mouth."

Heather felt her already wet pussy get a little wetter at his
words. Frank hadn't gone down on her in years and she'd enjoyed
his tongue more then his penis. Samson grabbed her ass cheeks and
spread them wide as she backed into his tongue. When it came,
Heather nearly jumped off his chest. Samson missed her pussy
entirely and his tongue licked her anus. She was thankful, she'd
showered before he arrived. Samson swirled his tongue around her
anus before moving it down to her labia and sending a shiver of
pleasure up her spine. His tongue then slid back up to her ass,
then down to her pussy. Heather began liking having her ass
licked almost as much as her pussy. Finally, he quit licking up
and down and just worked his tongue into the folds of her pussy.
Heather found herself humping backwards into his rigid tongue.
Samson's finger once again pushed into her ass hole and Heather
found herself cumming again. Nor did Samson let up, he continued
to steadily tongue fuck her. Heather grasped the big black cock
under her nose and started kissing all over it as a way of saying
thanks. Minutes after telling Samson, "not on your life," Heather
found herself sucking Samson's cock again and another orgasm
building. This was incredible. Heather had gone years without an
orgasm and was about to have her fourth one in an hour. Soon her
cum was pouring down Samson's chin.

"I think you’re ready to go," said Samson, pushing the exhausted
woman up off him.

Still a little dazed, Heather pushed herself to her feet. She
looked down and saw Samson grab the base of his cock and hold it
straight up wanting her to mount him. Heather turned around and
positioned herself over his cock. She squatted until the head
slid between her thighs. Heather felt his large cock head press
against her labia, pushing it in, until her pussy lips parted
around it. Her pussy stretched wide open until the head slipped
inside. "Jesus, it's big. Just the head is ripping me in two,"
gasped Heather.

Samson brought his hands up to her knees and started rubbing them
affectionately. "Tell me something, baby, when you remove a
Band-Aid, do you rip it off or do you slowly pull it off?"

"What?" she asked. What the fuck was he talking about? She was
trying to fuck him and he was asking her about Band-Aids.

"You heard me. Do you rip off a Band-Aid or do you prolong the
pain by slowly pulling it up."

Heather thought for a moment. "I rip it off, to get the pain over
with as quickly as possible."

"Good answer," said Samson, pushing hard against her knees.
Heather felt her legs shoot back. "Noooooo,’ she cried as his
cock impaled her. Samson bucked his hips and Heather bounced up
almost flying off his cock, but instead slamming down harder into
it. "Too big. Aaargh." Heather bounced up again and came down.
Each time forced more cock deep inside her pussy. "No, can't take
it. Too big." Her pussy molded itself and stretched around his
shaft. She felt filled to capacity, but was amazed at every
additional inch her pussy took. "Oh god, it's a big cock." Her
pussy came down hitting his crotch. Heather had now taken the
entire monster. "Oh fuck, it's big. Oh fuck. Fuck! Fuck me! Oh my
god, I love it. Fuck me with that big dick."

"You like that black cock a lot better then Frank's dick,
dontcha?" Samson bucked his hips hard.

"God yes," cried Heather flying upwards and having an orgasm as
she impaled herself again. "It's never been this good. Fuck my
pussy. Heather flew up and down continuously. She realized Samson
had quit bucking his hips and was lying still, yet she was still
riding him. Her legs had taken over doing all the work. She was
cumming every third bounce or so. Heather could barely
concentrate from all the pleasure she was receiving, but one
thought did pop into her brain. It was her most fertile time of
the month. "Samson," she gasped, "whatever you do, don't cum in
my pussy."

"You'd better slow down then."

Heather slowed her pace and the pleasure was only more intense.
She could concentrate on every inch. She arched her back and
started squeezing her nipples, while sucking her lower lip in.
"Sooo big, sooo good," she moaned. Heather felt a big orgasm
growing just as Samson started working his hips again to pick up
the speed. He leaned up to grab her hips and held her still while
bucking his crotch. Samson growled so loudly it startled her. Her
pussy suddenly felt soaked. "No," she cried realizing he was
cumming. The jets of semen assaulted her womb triggering the
biggest orgasm of Heather's life. She collapsed onto Samson's
chest with his cock still pumping her full of seed. Heather
recovered just as Samson's limp cock plopped out of her pussy
releasing a torrent of sperm. "Asshole, you were supposed to pull
out," she whispered, kissing his chest.

"Relax baby, I've had a vasectomy," he lied. "We can fuck all you
want and you won't get pregnant." Samson decided he wanted to
keep this pussy. This hick town wouldn't stand for a married
white woman giving birth to a black baby. They'd leave town
together just after Heather delivered. Go somewhere he could put
lots of babies in her belly.

Heather was feeling a little sad. She almost wished Samson had
knocked her up, she was even imagining there was a warm glow
coming from her womb as if she had been impregnated. Wow, their
baby would be gorgeous," she pictured in her head what their kids
would look like. Heather glanced at the clock. "Shit," she cried
jumping up. "Frank will be home any minute." Heather's thighs
made squishing sounds as she ran to the bathroom.

When Heather felt presentable, she ran naked out to the living
room and threw her sexy outfit back on. Samson was gone. She
opened the trailer door to see the big black man talking to
Frank. The two men parted and Frank approached her. She could
smell beer on his breath. "Sam, said you paid him back for me,"
said Frank, handing her a rolled up bill.
"What's this?" she asked, unrolling a five dollar bill.

"The money I owed him. I couldn't buy lunch the other day, so he
spotted me five. Last time I borrow money from him, he's such a
jerk about it.

"Excuse me, honey."

"Where you going?"

"The big jerk told me you'd borrowed ten." Heather ran past her
husband down the dirt road to where Samson was nearing his car.
"Come back here, asshole," yelled Heather. Samson was halfway in
his car when she caught up with him. "Five dollars, I fucked you
for five dollars."

"Yeah, you'd suck as a hooker."

"You lied to me."

"Shit baby, I was just sitting there when you started taking your
clothes off. What the hell was I supposed to do?" Samson grinned,
sat in his car and started the engine.

"I said come back here, asshole."

"Huh?"

"Come back here. Same time tomorrow. Frank will be at the
tavern."

"I'll be here. Hey, you did all that for five bucks, what'll ten
get me?"

"Anything you want," said Heather meaning every word of it.

The End


Author’s Note: It’s nice to get back to basics once in awhile, so
I knocked this story out pretty quickly. I made the female a
little different from the norm. Heather’s a trashy redneck who
dresses slutty, but has little experience. Most of my women have
hot bodies, but don’t much care for showing them off.

All others and I think especially IR authors get a lot of hate
mail. Once such reader of this story insulted me for calling
African Americans, black animals. This shows you how stupid some
people can be. A character in the story said that, not me. I
suppose Thomas Harris must be a serial killing cannibal since he
created Hannibal Lector. If there’s any commentary in this story
it’s against the media's tratment of minorities.