Mesmerizing Mary Ann 
An Interracial mind control story 
Copyright 2004 by Stormbringer

Revised 2010


Note: This story was originally released in two parts.


Mary Ann sat in the chair. She breathed slowly. Her eyes were
closed.

"You feel no need to smoke. Whenever you get an urge to puff on a
cigarette, you're going to get horny."

Mary gave a short gasp in her sleep.

"Instead of sucking on a cigarette, you crave sucking on my dick.
Do you understand?"

"Yes," said Mary, softly.

"When you wake up, you will feel refreshed and horny. You will
crave sucking my dick. You will continue the dieting and exercise
program I have given you. You will swallow my cum. You like the
taste of my cum. It is an important source of protein for you
diet. You will give me a blow job every morning to get your
protein. Do you understand?"

"Yes, blow job every morning. Need protein."

"As I count slowly backwards from three, you will awaken. Three..
two.. one."

Mary's head came up and she blinked her eyes as she came out of
her trance. "Hmm, I feel great, honey. You can hypnotize me every
day if you want."

"Anything to help you relax, dear." Paul was thrilled at the
prospect. Over the last four months, he'd been hypnotizing his
wife bi-weekly. At first, it was to lose weight, then to quit
smoking. Mary had been a sexy, shapely, and plump woman. Now she
had a killer body. Everywhere they went, men checked her out even
considering that she never showed off her body. Plus, since they
lived off a military base, they were surrounded by a lot of men.

As soon as Paul saw that it was working, the sexual suggestions
came. Mary was shy, conservative, and uptight when it came to
sex. He eliminated her reluctance to perform oral sex. He'd
gotten her to enjoy his thumb in her ass while fucking doggy
style, but so far she wouldn't go for anal. Obviously it was true
that you couldn't make someone do something against their will
while hypnotized.

Mary always had a tendency to cover her assets. It got worse when
the army reassigned Paul to the new base. Mary didn't have a job
and they didn't have a lot of possessions. She gained nearly
thirty pounds in six months sitting around watching television.
Her clothes got even baggier. When the hypnotism started working,
Mary lost the thirty pounds and then some. She got down to 120
pounds with a bust measurement of 34D and being only 5'4", she
looked quite top heavy. Paul hypnotized his wife into wearing
lacy pink underwear with a garter and heels for him. He'd always
wanted Mary to dress sexier so that he could show her off, but
when he saw her porn star body, he quickly decided he'd keep her
covered out in public.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," said Mary, coming out of the
bedroom.

Paul was sitting on the bed. He was wearing only boxer shorts and
they were tented out in anticipation. He couldn't believe his shy
twenty-five year old wife was doing this either. Mary Ann was
wearing an overcoat. He could see her heels and pink nylons
coming out from under the coat. His wife had dark brown, almost
black shoulder length hair, brown eyes and pale white skin. He
watched as she undid the coat's belt, letting the front open.

"Gawd damn," he groaned when he saw her.

Pink nylons ran up her shapely legs, held up by lacy garters. Her
lacy pink panties were so sheer that her curly brown bush was
perfectly visible. The panties were low cut, nearly reaching the
top of her pubic hair. Her body fat was now so low, there was no
bulge under her navel except for a small brown mole. Her hips
were still broad, but her waist was thin. Her torso was short,
largely because her breasts were so big. The tight pink bra, held
them together and up. Her nipples were unusually dark, clearly
visible through the fabric. The areola were quarter sized,
looking small on her big breasts and the nipples were penny
sized, taking up most of the areola. Hard, they were half an inch
long. If Mary Ann hadn't been wearing a bra, her breasts were
impressively firm, with her nipples sticking straight out, but
they would be heading South within a few years.

"Strip for me."

"I couldn't do that." Mary Ann blushed.

"Ginger." Paul said the code word that put her under. His wife's
eyes widened in surprise, then closed as she froze where she
stood. His wife had a passing resemblance to Mary Ann from
Gilligan's Island, hence the code word Ginger. The resemblance
wasn't strong, the actress having darker skin and a smaller bust,
but their faces were similar. The television show's character's
wholesome country girl image resembled Mary Ann the wife, more
then her looks did. "I want you to dance for me. Just shake your
hips and take the lingerie off. Do you understand?"

"Yes," said Mary Ann in her trance.

"It makes you happy to show off your body to your husband, Mary
Ann." Saying her name, brought her out of the trance.

Mary Ann opened her eyes and smiled at her husband. Her hips
started swaying as she reached behind her back and undid her bra.
She danced back as her huge breasts sprang free. Mary Ann ran her
hands sexily through her hair before running them down her body
and unclasping her garter. Her dancing was amateurish, but Paul
didn't care. It was that Moment while watching her slowly strip
that he decided he didn't really want men to see exactly how sexy
she was. He trusted his wife completely, but he didn’t trust
other men. He'd nix his idea to have her wearing string bikinis
and halter tops with short skirts. Mary Ann would only dress sexy
for him in his house. "Jesus, come fuck me," he said when she was
nude.

"Paul!" she exclaimed contritely as she hated foul language, but
she greedily fished his dick out of his boxers and mounted him.
She was extremely aroused and there was no friction. She also
came quickly and Mary Ann had never been very orgasmic.

That had been last month. Now her dancing had improved. She wore
anything Paul brought her and they had sex about four times a
week. Now Paul decided he wanted a blow job every morning.

What started out as a good day turned bad for Paul and Mary. The
alarm went off and Mary Ann groggily climbed out of bed to go
make him breakfast. "Where you going?" asked Paul stretching in
bed. "Don't you want breakfast?"

Mary Ann was about to snap at him and tell her husband she was on
her way to the kitchen to do just that when she saw his penis.
Paul had a morning stiffy and had thrown back the covers. He
watched her expectantly.

"Mmm," said Mary, staring at his penis. It was just over five and
a half inches, but very skinny which made it look longer. The
penis matched the man. Paul was tall and reedy looking. The head
of Paul's penis was about the size of a small grape, smaller then
the skinny shaft. "That looks tasty. I could use some protein."
Mary climbed between his legs and took his penis in her mouth.

This is great, thought Paul lying there in bed. Mary Ann was
getting quite good at this, swallowing his entire length,
gripping his shaft tightly with her lips. He came in no time and
his wife swallowed every drop without complaint. Paul fell back
asleep thinking he would be getting a morning blow job every day
for the rest of his life. Then he got the bad news.

Paul returned home that afternoon early, holding his orders to
deploy to the Middle East, seven days from today. Mary would not
take the news well. He could be gone for six months without
seeing her. What he saw when he entered his house shocked him.

Mary Ann was dancing nude in front of the television. He came in
and watched her. Her nude body never failed to make his dick hard
and it didn't this time. She had somehow gotten a video showing
instructions on how to strip for your lover. She was emulating
the woman in the video perfectly, which explained how she had
gotten so good stripping for him since the first time. "Hi,
honey, whatcha doin?" She jumped startled, then turned, and Paul
got a second shock.

"Oops, caught me," said Mary Ann, taking the cigarette out of her
mouth.

"I thought I got you to quit smoking?"

Mary Ann blushed. "You got me to do a lot of things."

Paul was suddenly startled as he realized he'd never hypnotized
his wife. She'd been faking it. They stared at each other and
both broke into grins which turned into laughter. "I don't get
it. Why'd you do all those things?"

"I kinda liked being told what to do. It turned me on when you
took charge, honey."

"Like to be ordered around, huh? Walk over to the back of the
couch."

"Why?"

"Just do it," he snapped emulating his drill sergeant. Mary
jumped and did what she was told. "Now bend over the back and
spread your legs apart." Paul came up behind her and started
unbuttoning his fatigues. "Reach back and spread your pussy open
for me."

"Paul!" She complained at his course language, but she did what
she was told.

"Tell me to fuck you. No, beg to be fucked."

"Put it in me. Do me, honey."

"No!" he barked again. "Tell me to fuck you."

"Yes, sir. Fuck me." It was a word she rarely used. "Please fuck
me. My pussy's so wet for you pen.. your dick. Fuck me now."

Paul did just that, finding her wet and receptive. He didn't last
long, but she had a small orgasm when he did.

"That was a nice surprise. What brings you home early?" Mary Ann
broke down crying when he told her. "But what about getting
pregnant?" she managed to sob out after about ten minutes. She'd
calculated the time she'd be the most fertile would be just after
he shipped out.

"This is something we knew could happen. We'll just have to put
off having a family until I can get back. Things over there might
improve and I could get back early." He left of telling her,
things could always get worse too.

"What if you don't come back?"

"That's something you knew could happen too."

"I want to have your children, Paul. No matter what happens."
Mary Ann was sobbing, curled up in the fetal position on the
couch. She was still nude and her pussy was leaking sperm. Sperm
she now considered valuable.

"There's a doctor on base. They'll freeze sperm for this purpose.
It's quite common for soldiers to do this now."

"Will you do that for me?"

"Gladly, Mary Ann. I want to have children with you too, but it's
gonna be the old fashioned way." Paul climbed onto the couch and
held his wife.

****************

Paul was always uncomfortable around Peter's giant black cock.

Paul sat on the bench near a locker. He and Peter had gotten
muddy doing some wiring and used the base showers to clean up.
Peter never wrapped a towel around his waist and was standing
right beside Paul getting his clothes out of a locker. "Will you
get that monster out of my face?" Paul pulled back as Peter
laughed and his cock bobbed.

Peter's penis was nearly a foot long, more then twice Paul's size
and at least three times as thick. The head was uncircumcised and
unusually knobby. The helmet was sleek, but maybe half again as
big as the shaft. "Sorry, bud. Got me a hot date tonight in town
and my cock can't wait. Isn't that right, cock?" Peter bent his
head down like he was asking it a question. He flexed the muscle
in his groin so that his cock bobbed like it was nodding yes.
"Good boy," said Peter laughing.

"Shame, I was hoping you'd have some drinks with Mary and me."
Paul liked Peter a lot and they got along well despite the black
man's intimidating size. Not just his dick was big, the man was
huge. Paul was six feet tall but Peter was around six inches
taller. He wasn't built like a basketball player either. He was
built like a weightlifter, bulky and covered with muscles. Peter
was a very big man.

"You know Mary doesn't care for me that much."

"Nonsense," said Paul, though Peter was partially right. Mary Ann
wasn't a bigot, but black men made her uncomfortable. Their town
and school in Montana had zero blacks in it. Paul hadn't know any
until joining the army, but he adapted quickly. Mary Ann was
still a bit wary around them. The media had something to do with
her perceptions.. "We haven't seen you out in months and we're
celebrating tonight."

"Well, you could meet me at the saloon if you wants, but I aims
to get me as much pussy as I can the next month." Peter had
gotten orders to ship out also, but wasn't leaving for a month.
"I understand. We'll just meet you for a few drinks. I gotta
leave early and we want to spend some time together. Haven't had
sex in five days."

"Oh yeah, the frozen sperm thing. How'd that go?"

"Fine. Didn't like holding off that long, but the doctor's wanted
it built up."

"Glad it's you and not me. Anyway, meet me around seven. I want
to get an early start. Wait till you see this chick man, she's
fine."

"See you then, buddy."

Paul got home and hugged his wife. "We're meeting Peter and his
date at the saloon in an hour," he told her as they sat down to
eat.

"What? You want to go out?"

"Just for a little while, honey." Paul didn't want to tell her
the real reason. He just wanted to get some drinks in her to
loosen her up. Their sex life had slackened off without their
hypnosis game and with Paul refraining from sex for five days.
Paul couldn't remember cumming as much before as he had that
morning at the doctor's office. Drunk, he could order Mary Ann
around a little and have all sorts of fun that night. He planned
on fucking and sucking all night. He could sleep on the plane.

"Alright then, I'll go get dressed." Mary picked up her plate and
took it to the sink. She suspected her husband wanted to get her
drunk and she didn't mind. It did loosen her up.

Paul went upstairs to change and did a double take when he saw
his wife. "Wow! You're wearing that?"

Mary Ann smiled at his reaction. "Not my usual fare, but I want
to look good on our last night here." Mary Ann was wearing white
shorts. The length was decent, but they were tight and hugged her
perfect ass. Her top was a tight red, short sleeved shirt. It was
low cut and showed off some of her impressive cleavage. The shirt
was tight, hugging every magnificent curve. Her thick, pointy
nipples were also visible, poking out the top. It was also short
on her leaving her midriff bare. Paul noticed her belly was
darker indicating she'd been tanning lately. "You like?"

"I like." Paul decided it wouldn't hurt to show her off one
night. Besides, Peter hadn't seen Mary Ann since she'd lost the
weight and never out of bulky clothes. Peter only dated white
women, but the trashy trailer park, bleached blonde type. The
easy kind of woman who liked to fuck and seemed plentiful around
military bases. Tonight, Peter would see what a real white woman
looked like.

They arrived at the saloon just on time. Paul followed Mary Ann
inside. He was proud and a little jealous to see that almost
every guy turned to check her out. Peter was sitting alone at the
bar. He turned just as Mary Ann walked up to him. His eyes bugged
out as he zoomed in on her cleavage. "Well well, what do we have
here? My prayers have been answered."

"Knock it off, Peter," said Mary. Her face turned bright red. The
way he was staring at her had her nipples start to stand to
attention. They were so big and thick they embarrassed her which
was partially why she'd always covered up.

Peter stared at her confused, then noticed Paul behind her.
"Jesus H Christ! Mary Ann? What the fuck happened to you?"

"You eat with that potty mouth?"

Paul laughed. "My wife started exercising since the last time you
saw her."

"Well you look fucking fantastic."

"Ah thanks." Mary Ann continued to blush. She took a seat two
down from Peter and her husband sat between them.

"Three beers," said Paul to the bartender.

"And three shots," added Peter, who seemed a little drunk all
ready.

"Where's your date?"

"Blew me off. One of her brats is sick or something." He picked
up the shot glass and held it up until Paul and Mary Ann took
theirs. Looks like I ain’t getting laid tonight. Here's to some
more pussy walking through that door." They clinked shot glasses.

"Really, Peter, do you have to be so vulgar?" Mary's face was
screwed up from the shot and she took a swig of beer to chase it.

"I figure I'd clean my act up once I'm outta the army. Three
more, bartender."

"Here's to good friends." They did the shots.

"Here's to coming home safe." They did the shots.

The three joked around for awhile and Mary Ann found herself
warming to Peter. His size was intimidating, but he was a nice
guy despite the foul language. Paul was a frequent urinater and
Mary found herself alone with Peter several times, but he was
always the gentleman. "Really, Mary Ann, you look fucking
fantastic. I didn't know you were hiding a figure that nice under
your clothes.

"Well, I did lose thirty pounds."

"Good for you. Was it hard?" asked Peter.

"Was what hard?" asked Paul, coming back from the bathroom.

"Losing all that weight." Peter ordered three more shots.

"I just developed an exercise plan and I stuck to it," replied
Mary Ann finding she liked the compliments and attention.

"Well, here's to Mary Ann." They did the shots.

"Plus I hypnotized her," said Paul, setting his shot glass down.

"Paul!" Mary burped out his name and let out a drunken giggle.

"Get the fuck out of here. Hypnotized her! You gotta be shitting
me?"

"Nope, it's been great. I think Mary Ann needs a little
reaffirming tonight to keep her on the program.

Mary Ann giggled and blushed some more. Paul was telling her he
was going to take charge tonight. "If you'll excuse me, I need to
use the little girl's room." Mary Ann stood up and left to sneak
out and get a few quick puffs in.   Paul continued. "Yeah, I got
her to lose weight, to quit smoking, and I even got her to wear
sexier clothes."

"I still think you're shitting me."

"Oh yeah. I think we need to get going cause I want to get her to
do a few more things for me." Paul clapped the black man on the
back which was like clapping a brick wall. They picked up their
beers and tossed them back.

"You're swaying a little, honey," said Peter, as Mary Ann
returned.

"I thought it was you," she laughed at the black man.

"I guess that's a cue for us to get going," said Paul.

"Aw stay for a few more beers," complained Peter. "I hate to
drink alone and I don't want to go home yet. I'm out of beer a
home and can't go shopping until tomorrow."

Paul stood up. "Well, why don't you come home with us? I have a
six pack in the fridge and Mary Ann won't drink when I'm gone."

"Hey, I don't want to be a third wheel, man."

"Just till the beers gone and between the two of us, that won't
even be an hour."

"Sounds good to me, man." Peter stood up, using his height to
stare down Mary Ann's cleavage.

The threesome arrived back at the apartment fifteen minutes
later. Paul retrieved two beers from the refrigerator and tossed
one to Peter who took the comfy chair. Paul sat beside Mary Ann
on the couch. They silently drank awhile before Paul spoke. "You
scared, buddy?"

Peter paused before saying, "Yeah, you?"

"Yep."

"You guys will be back before you know it," said Mary Ann hugging
her husband.

"Lets change the subject." Peter pounded the beer. "I still don't
believe this hypnotism bullshit. You telling me you don't have
any craving for a cigarette at all?"

"Nope," she lied. She was craving one at that exact moment.

"Amazing."

"Mary, get us two more will ya?" Paul was still feeling morose as
he held his beer can up.

"Get it yourself, lazy."

"Good job training the wife, buddy," laughed Peter as Paul stood
to get them two more beers. "I mean what's the point of getting
married if they won't even bring their man a beer?"

Paul froze and a grin spread across his face. He swayed a little
drunkenly. He'd had enough already and his body was already
starting to cry out for sleep when he should be having sex with
his wife. He looked at Mary Ann. "Ginger," he said.

Mary Ann's mouth opened in surprise as she looked up at Paul.
What was he doing?"

"You will get me and Peter beer for the rest of the night and
some chips while you're at it. You will wait on us hand and foot.
Do you understand?"

"Yes," said Mary Ann.

"Then get started, Mary Ann." He winked at his wife.

Mary Ann stood as Paul shook his empty can at her. "Well, I'm
being a rude hostess. Let me get you boys two more. Anything
else? Some chips, maybe?"

"That would be great, honey."

"What the fuck just happened here?" asked Peter.

"Told you I hypnotized her. I tell you it's awesome. I got her to
dress sexier. I made her loosen up in the bedroom." Paul was
interrupted as his wife returned. She was smiling as she handed
Peter and Paul their beer. She'd also brought in a bag of chips.
"Thanks, Ginger." Mary Ann froze and flashed Paul a stare. "Go to
sleep," he said and Mary Ann played along lowering her head as
she stood between them.

"I still don't believe it," said Peter, standing and circling the
woman.

"What more proof do you need?"

"How about this." Peter reached out and squeezed Mary Ann's
breast.

"Hey dude, don't molest my wife." Paul was impressed that Mary
Ann had maintained her composure. He did detect a slight
trembling in her limbs.

"Sorry, just checking. What else will she do?"

"Just about anything I want. You still can't make someone do
something against their will though. She won't let me fuck her
ass." Paul smirked when he saw Mary Ann turn red as she pretended
to be in a trance. Luckily, Peter had returned to his chair and
didn't notice. "But she does let me stick my finger up it when
I'm fucking her. She also gives me a blow job every morning. She
also strips for me."

"Well her body belongs on the pole. Can you teach me that trick?"

"Probably not. The recipient must trust you completely. So it
probably wouldn't work on one of your bimbos.

"Shame. Ginger puts her under?"

"Yeah, and her real name wakes her up."

"Hey bro, why don't you make her strip for us?"

Paul looked at Peter then at his wife. Her eyes were scrunched up
as if to say, this game had gone too far. "Alright, but I'm not
going to let her strip completely. Just down to her underwear.
I‘m the only man who gets to see her naked."

"Fine by me, bro."

"Ginger, I want you to do a strip tease for us."

"I can't do that in front of Peter."

"Peter, isn't here. I'm not here. You see neither of us. You are
practicing your routine just like you were in front of the TV the
other day. You will strip down to your underwear. You will not
strip naked. Do you understand?"

"I understand," said Mary Ann, after a lengthy pause.

"You will neither see nor hear Peter and I. You will ignore us
completely until I say the command phrase again. Wake up and
start stripping, Mary Ann."

Mary Ann opened her eyes and lifted her head up. She looked
around, ignoring Peter and Paul, her face set with a stoic
expression.

"Can she hear us?" asked Peter.

"Nope," replied Paul.

Mary Ann walked over to the TV, kneeled before it and pressed
play on the VCR. Mary hit fast forward skipping though the
introduction. The end of the tape was an actual stripping routine
complete with loud music. Mary Ann had gotten pretty good at the
routine and was using it as a form of exercise. She reached the
part and hit play.

Mary Ann steeled herself to get through this. It wasn't natural
for her to show off her body to anyone even Paul. Her current
outfit was probably the sexiest she had ever dressed in public.
Lately, showing off for Paul had started to turn exciting. The
way Peter had stared at her in the bar had been exciting. Hell,
the way every man in the bar had stared as she entered the
building had been exciting. She couldn't believe what she was
about to do. Especially considering what she was wearing under
her clothes. She had some surprises for Paul and when he saw
them, he'd probably throw Peter out immediately and rush to get
to the bedroom.

Mary Ann stood in the "at ease" stance and held her hair up with
her fingers. She walked toward the TV, then spun around passing
directly between the two men. She started dancing, swaying her
hips and ass for the men. Neither man glanced at the TV, all eyes
were on her. She spun around so that her front was facing the
men. Mary Ann put her arms over her head, stretching and arching
her back. The act caused her shirt to ride up past her belly
button. Mary Ann quickly grabbed the hem and pulled the shirt up
over her head.

"Fuck," growled Peter. "That's the nicest rack I ever seen on a
woman and I'm talking about real strippers too.

"Yeah buddy, I hit the jackpot with them."

"Big fucking nipples too. Your wife's built like a slut."

"Yep, my personal slut."

Mary Ann's bra was lacy white and very sheer. She'd bought it for
Paul tonight as a going away present. She continued dancing,
swaying her hips. Now and then she'd squeeze her breasts
together. Mary Ann felt mischievous. If she'd been doing the
routine for her husband, she'd be practically in his lap now.
Instead, she faced Peter and she unbuttoned her shorts. The black
man was staring intently at her zipper sliding down. Mary Ann
wiggled the shorts down her hips, then turned around. Paul was
bleary eyed, very drunk, but he was now staring at her crotch.
She then pulled the shorts down, revealing her secret to both
men.

"That's a fuckin great ass," said Peter.

Paul didn't even notice her surprise. His eyes wouldn't focus.
All he could see was that her panties matched the bra and they
were very low cut. He saw her second surprise when she turned
around. Mary Ann's gorgeous ass was bare and he suddenly
regretted messing with her tonight. She was revealing a little
too much.

"Oh fuck, the sexy bitch is shaved," said Peter, revealing the
surprise Paul had missed. Her skin was bare beneath the sheer
panties.

"Must be my going away present. I been trying to get her to do
that for years. This is the first time she's worn a thong too."

"You a lucky man, bro."

The music stopped and Mary Ann quit dancing. She bent to retrieve
her shorts, her ass almost right in Peter's face. Suddenly Paul
said, "Ginger." She gave him a glare, but froze. She could
practically feel Peter's breath on her bare ass. "When you
awaken," continued Paul, "you will remember we're here. You will
continue to wait on us. You will not get dressed and will not
realize you are in your underwear. You will act completely
normal. Wake up, Mary Ann."

"Mary Ann dropped her shorts and stood up straight. "Can I get
you guys another beer?"

"Yeah, two more," said Peter staring at her ass as she walked to
the kitchen. "I gotta go piss, bro." He headed to the bathroom.

Mary Ann came out of the kitchen with two beers. "Oh thank god.
Is he gone? I'm horny as hell."

"He's in the bathroom."

"Jerk," she cried, lightly slapping her husband. "Just what do
you think you're doing?"

"Ginger," he said, grinning at her. "Come make out with me."

"Jesus Paul, I feel so naughty." Mary Ann sat on his lap. "Hurry
up and get rid of him." They kissed passionately.

Peter came out of the bathroom. "I should get going. You two need
to be alone."

Mary Ann stood up. "I'm so embarrassed you caught us," she said
turning red, but pretending she wasn't embarrassed standing
nearly nude before the towering black man.

"Go ahead and finish your beer, Peter." Paul stood up. "My turn
to piss." Paul stumbled as he left for the bathroom.

Mary Ann didn't want to be alone with the black man. "I'm going
to tidy up," she said, grabbing the empty cans and throwing them
in the bowl of chips. She left for the kitchen.

Peter nursed his beer until Paul came back. Paul practically fell
in the chair as he sat. "Hey Mary Ann, come here," he called,
staring at Paul in the chair.

Mary Ann came out of the kitchen. "Yes, Peter?" she asked, aware
that she was getting used to walking around nearly nude.

"Hey bro," Peter called around her. "Care if I fuck with your
wife?"

"Peter!" Mary Ann was shocked.

"Ginger," said Peter. Mary Ann was stunned, but she quickly
closed her eyes and lowered her head, wondering what she had
gotten herself into. "Peter called to Paul again, "Just stop me
if I go to far. Ginger, can you hear me?"

"Yes."

"What do you want right now?"

"I want you to leave so that I can be with my husband." She hoped
the hint would cause Paul to jump in and save her.

"Why did you learn how to strip?"

"Paul wanted me to."

"Do you strip naked for him?"

"Yes."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

"Do you like showing off your sexy body?"
"Yes."

"What would be better then having Paul watch you strip naked?"

"I don't know."

"If you like showing off your body, then you should like showing
it off to men other then your husband. Paul is proud to have such
a sexy wife. You want your husband to be proud of you. Dance for
me and remove your bra."

"No, only for my husband."

"Open your eyes," said Peter. Mary Ann opened her eyes and stared
a him. "You don't see Peter. You see your husband Paul. You are
staring at your husband. You are alone with him. You want to
strip naked for your husband. Do you understand?"

There was no way Paul would let her strip naked. He was probably
sitting behind her waiting to jump in and stop this nonsense. "I
understand."

"Then strip naked, Mary Ann."

Mary Ann pretended to snap out of it. She smiled at the giant
black man. "Ready for the rest of the show, honey?"

"Can't wait," said Peter, grinning.

Mary Ann started dancing again. She reached behind her. Her hands
lingered near her bra clasp. She paused waiting for Paul to jump
in, but it never came. She unclasped the bra. Her hands flew up
to cover her breasts before she revealed them to Peter. Her hands
were dainty, only covering the area around her nipples. She spun
around facing away from Peter. Mary Ann could see Paul out of the
corner of her eye, but he wasn't interfering. She bent down and
reached back to pull her thong off. That wasn't so bad since he
was essentially already staring at her bare ass.

Mary Ann stood, now completely nude. She turned holding her arm
across her breasts and her hand over her shaved crotch. She still
dance, swaying her hips. She waited for Paul to come to her
rescue.

"Show them goodies, woman." Peter was growing impatient.

Mary Ann delayed a few more seconds. She closed her eyes and
dropped her arms to her sides. Her smooth crotch made her feel
more naked then she normally would of. With her eyes closed she
found it easier to pretend she was standing before her husband.
Mary Ann opened her eyes and bent to grab her underwear.

"Freeze," said Peter and Mary paused to look at him. "Ginger."
Mary stood up and put her head down. Peter continued her
humiliation. "Put your hands in your hair and arch your back.
Spread your stance a bit." She obeyed, hearing his chair springs
make a noise as he stood up. "Your wife sure is a fox, buddy bro.
How much did you pay for them titties? They're perfect. They
ain't real. I gotta see for myself. These real, Ginger?"

Mary Ann stifled a gasp as she felt huge hands on her breasts.
"Yes," she whispered as the hands squeezed and kneaded them. His
fingers concentrated on her nipples. He tweaked and twirled them.
Mary felt them harden as he touched them. First, her thick puffy
nipples, then her entire areola hardened at his touch. They were
so swollen they were nearly painful.

Peter released one breast and concentrated on the other one.
"They are real. Mind if I taste them, buddy bro?" His lips
clamped down over her free nipple. Mary Ann stifled a whimper as
his hot tongue swirled around her nipple. She remained frozen in
position as his hand left her breast. His mouth switched to her
other nipple. All her senses concentrated on the mouth sucking on
her nipple until she felt his hand slide down her bare crotch.
One finger slid between her legs and Mary Ann was embarrassed
that it found her crotch so wet for it. The finger easily slid
into her. It felt nearly as large as her husband's penis. She
whimpered and it turned into a moan. "Does that feel good,
Ginger?"

"Yes." In fact, his finger was so skillful, she felt an orgasm
growing. Mary Ann tried to stifle it feeling that an orgasm would
be a betrayal of her husband. Of course, he had yet to stop his
friend. Luckily, Peter removed his finger before the dam could
burst. She remained still, hearing the chair squeak as he sat
back down.

"Ginger, take two steps forward." Peter waited for her to obey.
"Now fall to your knees and open your eyes."

Mary Ann did and almost gasped. Peter had stripped down as he sat
back in the chair. He wasn't nude. He had opened his button down
shirt and pulled it open. His chest was very broad, with each
muscle well defined. Peter had also removed his pants. His boxers
were swollen and bulged out. Her body was nearly between his
legs.

"Pull down my shorts and grab my cock."

Mary Ann gasped at the order. The bulge in Peter's boxers was so
obscenely huge, she knew he'd be a lot bigger then Paul. "No, I
can't do it. This isn't right."

"Ginger, you are kneeling before your husband. When you look at
me, you will see Paul. When you hear me you will hear Paul."

"Paul?" said Mary Ann, giving a last plea for her husband to stop
this madness. And she did hear Paul, she heard a snore. He'd
passed out some time ago.

"Yes, I am Paul," continued Peter. "I am leaving tomorrow and
you're preparing to give me the best going away present you can
think of. You're going to give me the best blow job of your life.
You are eager to please your husband and will do anything I say.
Now wake up and get to work, Mary Ann."

Mary Ann was trapped and she knew it. She could refuse to do it,
tell Peter the truth and be humiliated for dancing nude for him.
Not to mention, letting him finger her and suck her nipples. Or
she could just go through with this and pretend she didn't know
what she was doing. Mary Ann reached up and put her hands on his
knees.

It was almost funny, pretending the giant black man was her
husband Paul. Mary Ann slid one hand up his leg and grasped the
bulge beneath his shorts. She frowned at it's size.

"What's wrong, honey?" asked Peter.

"You feel a lot bigger then normal, Paul." Mary Ann found herself
loosening up a little. In a strange way this was fun.

"Lets play a game, Mary Ann."

"Sure, honey. I love games." Mary Ann was frowning now as she
slid her hand up the shaft. This had to be some kind of joke.
There was no way Peter's penis could be that big.

"You know how I told you about Peter's big black cock?"

"Uh.. no."

"Sure you do. I've showered with Peter and he has this massive
black cock that makes mine look like a little white worm. I want
you to pretend I'm Peter."

"That's strange, dear." May Ann squeezed the end of Peter's cock.
It was as hard as a billiard ball.

"Don't you want to make me happy? It'll be fun. Pretend I'm
Peter. You're reaching in to grab Peter's giant black cock. Take
it out honey, see how big a real man's cock looks like."

Mary Ann reached into the boxers. "Oh my god Paul... Peter, you
cock feels so big and hard." It was hot too.

"Look at your first black cock, you little white slut."

Mary Ann pulled it out and was awed by what she saw. She actually
pulled her hand away from it in fear and the big cock smacked
down against Peter's hard stomach. "Good god almighty."

"Hurry up and start sucking slut. We don't want your husband to
wake up." Peter lifted his hips and pushed his shorts down.

Mary Ann gazed a Peter's huge black balls. Each was as big as one
of her fists. Paul's entire scrotum didn't match one of Peter's
testicles. She reached out and grasped the base of his shaft. It
actually strained her to pull it up off his stomach. The head
looked strange. It was wrinkly with no helmet. The pee slit
peeked out from the wrinkles. She jerked the shaft down and she
watched as the head emerged from the wrinkles. She'd never seen
an uncircumcised penis before, but guessed that was the reason
the head looked so different from her husband's. Of course, the
head that emerged from the foreskin was very different from her
husband's. Where Paul's penis head was the size of a grape, a
little smaller then the shaft, Peter's was much wider then an
already thick shaft. It was as large as a small apple and it
looked as hard.

"Well, it's waiting."

Mary Ann tentatively pulled the huge black cock down towards her
mouth. "I've never seen a cock this big before, Peter," she said
loudly. Mary Ann hoped her husband had woken up and would put a
stop to this, but no intervention came. She started by sticking
her tongue out and running it around the hard, swollen head. The
tip had emerged fully from the foreskin now. The crown was flared
and pronounced. Her tongue followed it around, circling the big
head, then her tongue licked up and over the tip. The pee slit
was now leaking copious amounts of precum. She tasted another
man's fluids for the first time.

"Why don't you start by licking my balls. Then you can work your
way up."

Mary Ann moved farther down between his legs. She was amazed his
cock was as long as her head. Mary Ann started licking one of his
testicles. The black man's testicles were each larger then Paul's
entire scrotum. They matched the huge cock well and she wondered
at the sperm they would produce. She licked his second testicle.
It was unpleasant as they were hairy, but they smelled nice.
Peter had apparently anticipated getting a blow job tonight from
his date. His entire crotch smelled fresh and clean. Thank god
for little favors.

Mary Ann pulled back to pick a hair out of her mouth. She
returned to his balls and started licking up the underside of his
cock to avoid his hairy crotch. The base of the shaft was thick
with a large prominent vein running up it's length.

"You know, honey," said Peter. "How would you like to try the
real thing? I'm going to be gone a long time. I could tell Peter
to come over and keep you company until he leaves."

Warning bells went off in Mary Ann's head. "I couldn't do that,
Paul. It's morally wrong and the idea of making love to any man
but you is repugnant to me." She hadn't considered, she'd be at
Peter's mercy for a month until the black man left. She'd be a
virtual slave to his whims. The thought sent a shudder through
her body, but fresh fluid suddenly coated her vagina.

"I didn't say you could quit licking, woman." Peter waited until
she returned to the base of his cock. Mary Ann, you wouldn't be
making love to Peter. You'd be fucking him. Imagine getting your
brains fucked out by a giant black cock."

Mary Ann shuddered again at the coarse language, but it seemed
appropriate to the situation. "No," she murmured, licking farther
up his shaft.

"It would make me very happy. I want you to do it."

Mary Ann closed her eyes as her tongue once again approached the
big knobby cock head. "I will do it." she said. All she'd have to
do is avoid Peter for a month. Even better, she could pretend
Paul had removed her hypnotic commands. "Anything to make you
happy, Paul." She smiled slyly as she licked back up over the
crown.

"Great now lets get back into character. "Time to start sucking
that black cock, bitch. Just imagine what it would feel like
shoved in that white pussy of yours."

Mary Ann's vagina gave a little spasm as if it liked the idea.
The situation had her horny and it made her feel like a slut. She
took the entire cock head into her mouth and couldn't help
wondering what it would feel like in her pussy. No woman could
take this monster in her, but according to Paul, Peter never
lacked for dates.

Sucking the big cock head sure was a lot different then sucking
her husband's little penis and she now did consider it little.
Paul's penis she could swallow whole, the head just tickled the
inside on her throat, but Peter's head alone seemed to fill her
entire mouth. Mary Ann couldn't help gagging as the tip entered
her throat.   "Way to get into character, honey," laughed Peter.
Sucking a a real man's cock would make you gag. Swallow that
black cock, beeyutch." Peter laughed again while Mary Ann
struggled to take the thick cock head in her throat.

Mary Ann did manage to take some of it without gagging. She had
to settle for sucking on five or six inches while jerking off the
rest. Peter quit laughing and ended up making little upwards
thrusts with his hips, grunting with each thrust. One large black
hand cupped the back of her head and helped guide her. The hand
controlled her speed, sometimes urging her to swallow another
inch or so, sometimes holding her still with half his cock buried
in her throat. After an impressive amount of time, Peter's cock
began to swell. His hands urged her to suck faster. Eventually,
he held her still. His cock began pumping and she could feel his
seed striking the deepest recesses of her throat. Peter pulled
his still squirting cock out of her throat and sperm filled her
mouth. She swallowed just as Peter pulled his cock all the way
out and shot a final wad at her face. Mary Ann thought he was
done, but the black man bent his cock down and squeezed more
semen out of his shaft, rubbing it against her nipples.

"Nice, baby," said Peter. "Is there any beer left?"

"I believe there's one left, Paul."

"Go clean up, then get me the beer." Peter spanked her ass as she
stood up and passed him. Mary Ann gave a little jump as his hand
made contact.

Mary Ann entered the bathroom and looked at herself in the
mirror. "Wow, can that black man cum," she said looking at the
mess on her face. She cleaned her face and the sperm coating her
nipples. Satisfied with her looks, Mary decided to end this game
right now. She'd leave the bathroom and pretend nothing had
happened. Of course, her clothes were still in the living room.
Nude, she walked out and smiled at the black man. "Hi Peter, I
didn't know you were still here."

"Must of fallen asleep."

"Hey, I think there's one beer left. Want it?"

"Sure, " said Peter following her into the kitchen. "Doesn't
anything seem strange to you?"

"Nope. Why?" Mary Ann fetched the beer out of the refrigerator
and opened it for Peter."

"We're both nude."

Mary Ann blinked like she was waking up from a trance. "Oh my
god, you are nude!" She stared at his crotch as if seeing it for
the first time. "And you're cock is huge. It's so big and black."
She also noticed that it was rising to half mast again. "What's
going on?" She covered her nipples with her arm and her crotch
with her hand. "Get out or I'll call Paul." Mary Ann was having
fun with this game until...

"Ginger."
Mary Ann stood up and dropped her arms. Her head hung down
towards her chest. Yes, this game had been fun, but it could get
dangerous. She tried to keep from moaning as Peter's fingers
started tweaking her nipples. His hands slid down her breasts to
her waist. His grip tightened and she felt herself being lifted.
Her ass came to rest on the kitchen counter. Peter pulled her
legs open and moved between them. Her body jerked as the thick
head of his cock came to rest right on the opening of her vagina.
Their crotches were perfectly lined up to fuck. "What's going
on," she whispered trying to push Peter off her.

"Nothing," said Peter in her ear. "You're having a fantasy.
Pretending to suck on Peter's big black cock earlier made you
horny. Now you're pretending you're about to get fucked by his
big black cock." As he spoke his cock head was getting lubricated
with her juices as it nudged against her. "You know that Peter
could give you the best fuck of your life. You crave getting
fucked by his big black cock. What do you crave, Ginger?"

"I crave getting fucked by Peter's big black cock," whispered
Mary Ann as her pussy stretched wide open around his cock head.

"Gawd damn, that's one tight hot pussy," groaned Peter as a
little more of his cock pushed in. "If I'd known you were this
hot, I'd of fucked you a long time ago. How long have you
fantasized about getting some Black dick?"

"Never," said Mary Ann through gritted teeth. Her pussy was so
stretched there was far more discomfort then pleasure. As Peter
pushed past the halfway point, her hands came up to his hard
stomach and pushed back.

"Wrong Ginger, you've fantasized about black dick your whole
life." Peter held back from pushing more in, letting her get used
to his size. Eventually her dainty little hands quit pushing
against him. They slid around and grabbed his waist. "Getting
fucked by a black man is what you've always wanted. Tell me what
you want."

Mary Ann's pussy was getting used to his size. She found herself
raising her crotch into his thrusts. "I w-want to get f-fucked by
a black cock."

"What's happening, Ginger."

"I'm going to c-cum." It was going to be a big one too, possibly
the biggest ever. Peter's cock was pure pleasure now. It felt
like it had been designed for her pussy. He finally buried his
entire cock in her and just as the orgasm was about to break, he
yanked it out. "No," she begged.

"Fuck." Peter was ducking under the counter.

Paul had woken up. He stumbled into the kitchen not seeing
anyone. Peter ducked out past him. Mary Ann jumped off the
counter just as her husband brushed past, grabbed the
wastebasket, and loudly regurgitated into it.

Mary Ann quickly left the kitchen and found Peter standing before
her halfway dressed. "Ginger, hurry and bend over the couch. I
can fuck you real quick."

Mary Ann was on her way to the couch when Paul cried out for her.
"Honey!"
"Ginger," said Peter. She froze, closed her eyes, and held her
head down. Peter took her hand and placed it on his cock as he
finished buttoning his shirt. "Open your eyes and look at my
cock. You love that black cock. You need that black cock. You
want to fuck and suck that big black cock. If Paul tries to fuck
you before he leaves, you will pretend you're fucking Peter's
black cock as Paul cannot satisfy you.

"Mary Ann," came Paul's forlorn cry from the kitchen as he threw
up again.

"You will remember tonight as a vivid dream that made you horny.
Horny for big black cock. You will stay horny until you get the
big black cock that you crave. Now wake up and go help your
husband, Mary Ann."

Peter left as he finished speaking and a very confused and
frustrated Mary Ann entered the kitchen to help her drunk
husband.


Part 2


Mary Ann woke up horny and frustrated with the phrase, "big black
cock" in her head, left over from a dream. Nor was her horniness
satisfied when her husband pulled her on top of him. He seemed
delighted to find her soaked and ready, but having tasted Peter's
black cock in her pussy last night, she barely felt her husband's
penis. "Sorry about last night," whispered Paul, working his
penis in and out of her.

"I understand," she whispered back. Paul had gotten too drunk
last night and passed out. Unfortunately, he passed out after
telling his black friend that Mary Ann was open to hypnotic
suggestions which wasn't true. It was just a sex game they
played, but Peter had taken advantage of her. She had the choice
of looking like a perverted slut or playing along and pretending
she had no control over her actions. She played along. She'd
ended up sucking Peter off and taking his giant cock up her
pussy. Luckily, they'd been interrupted before Peter could really
fuck Her or cum in her unprotected womb.

Mary Ann's horniness faded while she showered and the sadness set
in. Paul grew quiet and reserved as he put on his gear. She
started to cry in their car as he drove to the bus station on
base. Mary Ann hugged and kissed her husband, not wanting to let
him go. "I love you," she told him looking in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it.

"You'd better come back."

"Course babe. We’re gonna start a family."

The bus driver honked the horn. Paul reluctantly released his
wife as did many other departing soldiers. Mary Ann waved as the
bus drove off. She returned to their car and sat crying for a
good thirty minutes before she was able to drive.

Mary Ann felt empty inside as she drove away from the bus stop.
She didn't feel like doing anything, but there were some things
she needed at the Super Wal-Mart which was nearby.

Mary pushed her cart down the aisles of the Wal-Mart. The guilt
she had felt last night began to grow stronger. Peter and his
huge throbbing black cock kept popping into her mind. Having
twelve inches of dark meat buried in her pussy had felt
incredible and she couldn't stop thinking about it. Her husband
was gone for less then an hour and all she could think about was
Peter. She'd need to avoid him.

"Mary Ann!"

Of course it was Peter. "Hey... Peter," she said hesitantly. She
vaguely remembered him mentioning that he needed to pick some
things up last night. How could she have forgotten?

"Paul get off alright?"

"Yes. About an hour ago." She stifled a sob and a tear ran down
her cheek.

"I truly am sorry," said Peter, sympathetically.

"Thanks."

"Some night, huh?" he asked. The black man stared intently into
her face as he spoke.

Mary Ann could feel the color rising in her cheeks and hoped he
wouldn't notice. "S-sure was," she stuttered a little. "We all
drank a little too much. What time did you leave? I don't even
remember Paul coming to bed."

"I see. Well, it was pretty late." Peter paused and stared at
her.

Mary Ann waited until the silence grew uncomfortable. "Yes?"

"Nothing. Look I'll see you around."

"Wait!," she said as he turned to leave. "If I don't see you,
take care." Peter was shipping out several weeks after her
husband.

"Thanks. I will." Peter headed off down the aisle.

Mary Ann breathed a sigh of relief. The way the military was
going, Peter could leave and she'd never have to see him and his
big black cock again. Damn, that monster was something special.
She'd enjoyed sucking on it. She'd even enjoyed it when he came
in her mouth and those big balls of his could pump out some
amount of sperm. She'd even enjoyed stripping for him.    "Good,
you're still here," said Peter, returning. "I brought you some
steaks."

"Uh... why'd you bring me steaks?" she asked as he added the two
filets to her cart.

"Cause you're cooking me a nice dinner tonight."

"I am? I had plans," she lied.

"Cancel them. I like my steak medium rare. Put some of this on
it." Peter held up a jar of spice. "It's ginger."

Mary Ann froze and her mouth fell open.

"Ginger, It's your idea to cook dinner for me. Do you
understand?"

"Yes," muttered Mary Ann.

"Have it ready at seven. Wear this." Peter threw something black
into her cart. "Just that and nothing else. Tell me something,
Ginger. What did you dream about last night?"

"Your black cock," said Mary Ann without hesitating. Peter had
told her to dream about his cock and she truthfully had.

"Excellent. Now awaken, Mary Ann."

Mary Ann shook her head. "Really, Peter, it's no trouble. Come by
around seven, ok?"

"Sounds great. I could use a home cooked meal. See you at seven."
Peter winked at her and with a broad grin, he turned and left.

Mary Ann's knees almost gave out and she held herself up by
tightly gripping the cart. Damn. Damn, she thought. Why had she
froze? Why didn't she pretend nothing had happened. She could of
told him Paul had removed her command phrase, but it was too late
now.

Mary Ann reached into her cart and pulled out the lingerie Peter
had given her. It was a very sheer black bra and thong. Despite
being skimpier then anything she owned, Mary thought it would
look great on her. She sighed and wondered what her options were
now.

**************

Mary Ann opted to run. An hour to go before Peter's arrival, she
threw on her sweats and decided to make a run for it. She'd tell
him something came up that she had to take care of immediately.
Unfortunately, she bumped into Peter in the driveway. "Hey M.A,
what's the rush? Forget something you needed for dinner?"

"Peter! You're early!"

"Yeah, I was sittin around with nothing better to do and thought
I'd see if you needed help. I was hungry for some steaks."

"Oh... ok... then... come on in and I will get started early."
Mary Ann turned and entered her house with Peter close behind
her.

"Ginger," he said.

Mary Ann froze and felt the color draining from her face.
Luckily, he was behind her and couldn't see her turn white.

"Ginger," he said again, "you're going to wait on me hand and
foot. You will not allow me to help you. It's your job as a woman
to serve a superior male like me."

What a load of crap, thought Mary Ann.

"Halfway through dinner you will get the urge to suck on my cock.
You will crave my cum. You will remember sucking on my cock last
night and that you loved it. My cum is the best thing you ever
tasted. You're urge will grow until you can't resist it anymore
and you beg me to let you suck it again."

Dammit! She might as well have been hypnotized anyway. She
couldn't get the image of Peter's giant black cock waving before
her face as it approached her throat. The feel of it sliding
between her lips. His hot cum pumping into her mouth. She did
want to suck his cock again.

"Mary Ann," said Peter, pausing as he waited for her to come out
of her trance. "So need any help in the kitchen?"

"Ah... no, but thanks. Sweet of you to ask. I'll take care of
everything. I invited you to dinner after all. Just go watch some
TV and I'll get you a beer. I think you two left one last night."

"Actually, I brought a bottle of wine." Peter removed a brown bag
from inside his coat."

"I'll get us two glasses then."

Peter poured the wine as Mary returned with the glasses.
"Cheers," he said and the two drank. Peter refilled her glass.

"I'll go get started then."

"Wait. You're cooking in that?"

Mary Ann paused, confused. Then she remembered the lingerie. "Oh,
of course not. Silly me. I'll change into something more
appropriate for dinner." Mary Ann took her wine with her. She'd
need it to get through the night. Maybe she could pretend to be
drunk and passed out before things got to out of hand? Of course,
if he thought he was taking advantage of a hypnotized woman, why
would he stop with a drunk woman?

Several minutes later, Mary Ann returned downstairs. "Is this a
little more appropriate for cooking?" A thrill ran down her spine
at Peter's hungry stare. He'd done a good job with the lingerie.
It hugged her figure, pushing her breasts together and upwards
making them look even bigger. Her ass was completely exposed. The
sheer material left nothing to the imagination. Everything was
visible from her curly bush to her hard nipples poking through
the top.

"Much better," replied Peter.

"I'll get the steaks started then." She walked past him and she
could feel his eyes staring at her ass. Strange, but she felt
completely comfortable wearing next to nothing in front of Peter.
Mary Ann was definitely coming out of her shell. "Go ahead and
turn the TV on."

"I think I'll watch you cook instead." And Peter did just that.
He came into the kitchen and sat at the table while she prepared
his dinner. His eyes never left her except to fill their wine
glasses whenever she got a break from cooking. "Smells great," he
said, as the smell of roast meat filled the kitchen.
Mary Ann finished the plates, adding potatoes and beans. The
plates were still steaming as she brought them over to the table.
The two sat down to eat. Peter was dressed normally and Mary Ann
was for all purposes, naked. Mary Ann downed another glass of
wine. "Whew, I should slow down," she said as Peter tipped the
bottle, refilling her glass. "I'm starting to feel drunk." Mary
ate some of her steak. "Oh my god," she said softly to herself
staring at the big black man.

"What's wrong?"

"Ah... was I drunk last night?"

"Quite drunk."

"Did I suck your cock? God, I remember everything now. No, that
can't be right. It can't be."

"You did and you seemed to enjoy it rather immensely. Paul was
passed out in the chair. I tried to stop you, but you were like
an animal trying to cram my black cock into your mouth."

"No. I must have dreamed I did it. That doesn't sound like me.
You were too big to be real."

"But that was what drove you crazy. You saw how big it was and
had to have it."

Mary Ann pushed her chair back. She was ashamed at how much she
was enjoying this game. She fell to her knees and walked on them
over to where Peter was sitting.

"Mary Ann, what are you doing?" he asked, turning so that she
could slide in between his legs.

"I need to suck you again. I need it so bad."

"No Mary Ann, it's wrong. Your husband is my best friend."

"I don't care." Her hands fumbled with the buttons on his
trousers and she could feel his big cock swelling under the
fabric. "I gotta suck you off again." Her gasp of awe was real as
she freed his cock and the hard shaft sprang forth. She'd never
get used to seeing this monster.

Mary Ann let her tongue twirl around the tip. "I think I like
your cock more then my husband's," she said, feeling guilty as
soon as the words came out of her mouth. They were heartfelt
though. Peter's foot long cock was something special. She pulled
his foreskin down as she took the head in her mouth and started
sucking on it. She took it deeper. The head pushed into her
throat. Mary Ann bobbed her head rapidly. She tried not to gag as
the cock slid in and out of her throat. She was attacking the
black cock with a gusto she hadn't shown last night. It was
really as if she couldn't get enough of Peter's cock.

"You know how to treat a black cock," said Peter. "Freeze
Ginger," he ordered. Mary Ann stopped with seven inches of cock
crammed in her mouth. "You will never question sucking my cock
again. You will suck it if I ask, any place, any time. "What's
one of your favorite things to do?"

Mary Ann pulled her head back and gasped for air as Peter's cock
head left her mouth. "Hmm... horseback riding, I guess."

"No, it‘s not. Now it's sucking black cock. Whenever you see a
horse you will think of black cock. Fuck that, whenever you see a
black man you will want to suck his black cock. What's one of
your favorite things to do?"

"Of that's easy, Peter." Mary Ann smiled at him. "Sucking black
cock."

"Then why aren't you sucking?" Peter waited until she had her
mouth planted over his cock head again. "And never forget to
thank me for letting you suck my cock, Mary Ann."

Mary Ann immediately started bobbing her head again. She sucked
rapidly, stroking his shaft with one hand. Her other hand cupped
his large testicles and kneaded them as she sucked. Peter moaned,
obviously enjoying it. She could feel his cock hardening in her
throat. The flared ridge on his cock head scraped her tonsils.
With a groan, Peter's cock spit forth a large stream of semen
down her throat. His shaft continued to jerk, shooting more sperm
into her belly. Mary Ann pulled her neck back and let more cum
fill her mouth. She rolled it on her tongue before swallowing.

Peter pulled his cock back and Mary Ann continued to jerk the
shaft licking up whatever semen she could squeeze out. "Yum, your
sperm tastes so good," she said, almost believing it. She could
grow used to the taste. Paul's ejaculate had never amounted
enough to get a feel for the true taste of semen. "Peter," said
Mary Ann, rubbing his still hard shaft along her cheek. "I want
to thank you for letting me suck this monster. I really
appreciate it." She kissed his shaft a few times.

"Yeah sure, but if you want to do it again, you'll have to learn
to deep throat more."

"I can do better, Peter. Just give me the chance."

"We'll see. So, what do you want to do tonight?" Peter pulled his
pants up.

Mary Ann stood up and wiped some semen off her chin "I'm still
pretty upset about Paul. I'm just going to go to bed early."

"I brought a movie over I thought we might watch."

"I guess that might be ok."

"Do you have a DVD in the bedroom?"

"Yeah, but I don't think it's appropriate to watch it there."

"You'll just have to keep your hands off me. Finish the dishes
and I'll be upstairs waiting for you." Peter winked at her as he
left.

"Male pig," whispered Mary Ann when she was alone. She picked up
the remains of their dinner and cleaned up the dishes. Paul and
their stupid game had gotten them into some deep shit. There was
no turning back now other then confessing and she wasn't about to
do that.

Peter was naked on her bed when she came upstairs. The muscles on
his chest were hard and flexed as he leaned against the
headboard. His cock looked like a stunted third leg laying
between his thighs. He patted the sheets beside him. "Come sit
and we'll watch the movie." She crawled into bed beside him and
he pressed play on the remote.

The movie was called "Garbage Men". "They're here to pick up the
white trash" was the subtitle. It opened with a top heavy white
woman vacuuming her carpet. The strange thing was that she was
wearing lingerie while she did her chores. The lingerie was a
black teddy with thong underwear. The doorbell rang. The woman
shut off the vacuum and opened the door, peaking around the door
to protect her modesty. "We're here for our bonus," said one of
two black men wearing sanitation overalls. "What bonus?" said the
woman. "It's Martin Luther King weekend, lady. You is always
supposed to tip the garbage men." The woman frowned. "My husband
didn't leave anything for a tip. Come in and I'll try to find
something to give you." The men entered her house and smiled at
each other when they saw her outfit. "I think we know what you
can tip us." Music started as the men took the housewife into
their arms and started kissing her.

"Peter, This is a porno!" Mary Ann had never seen a porno before.
The woman was now nude and kneeling between the men. She was
alternating sucking on two very large cocks.

"Don't like dirty movies?"

"No! They're degrading to women."

"Ginger," said Peter with a grin. Mary Ann got a vacant look on
her face. "Stand up, remove your lingerie, and lay beside me. I
want you to stare at the movie." As Peter spoke, Mary Ann was
stripping as nude as he was. "Garbage Men is your favorite movie.
You love interracial porno. Watch the black cocks in the movie.
You find them fascinating. You love the sluts in the movie. You
want to act like them, talk like them, fuck like them. You'll do
anything they do. You can't resist a big black cock and mine is
your favorite. You cannot resist my cock. You will obey
everything that I tell you to do because of my cock, Mary Ann."

"What Peter?"

"Why'd you take the lingerie off?"

"I don't know... I guess I was just really hot. Don't worry this
outfit is fine," said Mary Ann running her hand down her nude
body. "Now shut up and let me watch the movie. "Garbage Men" is
my favorite you know. Odd, but I can't remember what happens
next. God, those bitches are so lucky to be getting those two
fine black cocks. I wish I was on their route."

"Play with my cock while you watch."

"Yes, Peter." Mary Ann ran her hand down Peter's hard stomach and
grabbed his penis. It hardened rapidly. It stayed hard throughout
the movie. The black garbage men fucked six women during the
movie. Two were lonely housewives, the white one at the beginning
and an Asian woman. Both got double penetrated. Mary Ann couldn't
believe they took such big cocks up their asses. She found
herself actually liking the movie. One scene was a
mother/daughter with the garbage men. One did the mom while the
other did the daughter. The daughter went over to a friends, both
women were in cheerleading uniforms. The black men made the two
girls do a lesbian scene before fucking them. "They need to make
more movies like this, Peter."

"They make plenty like this, lovely lady. I brought more with me.
We can watch them tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Oh yeah. I thought I'd move in with you until I ship out. I'll
be your husband while Paul's gone. You can cook my breakfast and
dinner and we can fuck every night. How’s that sound?" he asked,
while making his penis jerk in her hand.

Mary Ann hesitated. Feeling his cock jerk reminded her that she'd
been ordered to do whatever Peter told her. "It sounds wonderful,
Peter."

"Good. Ready to get fucked?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe you."

She'd also been ordered to talk like the porno sluts. "Please
fuck me Peter. My pussy needs you big black cock. I need to be
fucked by a real man."

Peter sat up and kneeled between Mary Ann's legs. "I want you to
put it in. This is your new master, whore."

Fluid ran down Mary Ann's ass crack, soaking her anus. She'd
never been this wet before. A giant foot long black cock was
pointed at her pussy. The monster was nearly as thick as her
wrist and a huge serpentine head was leaking precum as it poked
out of it's foreskin. "Oh god, fuck me." Mary Ann reached out to
grab it and guided it into her pussy. The head was just
stretching her out when she came to her senses. "Oh no! Wait!"
Mary Ann grabbed below the head, but Peter just pushed several
inches through her hand as his cock pushed deeper into her
fertile womb. "You gotta wear a condom."

"Ginger," replied Peter. "You don't want me to wear a condom."

"I don't want you to wear a condom, Peter, but I'm very fertile
right now. Paul and I were trying to conceive when he got called
up."

"There's no need for a condom. You're not fertile. It's perfectly
safe." Peter pushed his cock deeper. The head nudged against her
womb. "I've had a vasectomy. There's nothing to fear.

"You've really...ah had...ah ah vasectomy?" Peter was jerking his
cock inside her pussy and Mary Ann was humping her hips with
pleasure.

"Oh yes. No babies for me," lied ePeter. "But you wish I hadn't.
You want my black baby in that belly. I want you to beg for a
black baby. Understand, Mary Ann?"

"Oh Peter. Fuck me Peter. Give me that black cock."

Peter scooped her knees under his arms and began pumping his
hips. He'd never failed to make a woman orgasm in this position
and Mary Ann was no exception. Her pussy clamped down around his
dick as she gave a high pitched howl of pleasure. She looked
unbelievably sexy at that moment. She'd begun to sweat and her
skin glistened in the light. Her belly was undulating as she
arched her back. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, straight and
pointy as her chest heaved. "I love that white pussy, slut,"
growled Peter continuing to slam his shaft home. "Who'd you
rather have fucking you, me or Paul?"

"You," she gasped. "I'd rather fuck you." And it was true.
Peter's large cock was making her body react in ways she'd never
even dreamed about. Her pussy was spasming around his shaft as
she had what felt like one long continuous orgasm and it was
building up towards an even bigger one. "Oh Peter, I... I love
your cock so much better then Paul's." Mary Ann almost started
crying, a mixture of sadness and extreme pleasure.

"Well you are about to love it even more. Gettin close."

Mary Ann couldn't stop cumming and the large orgasm was almost
ready to burst. "Fill my pussy. Give me your baby, Peter. Put a
black baby in my belly."

"Here come my boys... Ugh." Peter grunted as he emptied his
balls.

The damn burst and Mary Ann's entire body tensed up from her
orgasm. She was still cumming as Peter dropped her legs and
collapsed on top of her. He wasn't done cumming either. His cock
continued to jerk inside her sending more wads of sperm into her
womb.

Mary Ann laid buried beneath him for a good half hour. Peter's
heavy breathing had deepened as he had fallen asleep. She
couldn't take his weight and rolled the large black man off her.
His now soft cock plopped out of her releasing a torrent of sperm
from her pussy. Mary Ann got out of bed and went to the bathroom
to clean herself up.

Later, Mary Ann fell asleep contentedly and with no regrets. This
had been the most fulfilling night of her life.

****************

Mary Ann was sleeping the sleep of a contented woman. She was
dreaming about black garbage men when she was suddenly awoken by
pressure on her anus. She jerked her ass forwards, but Peter's
hand clamped down over her hip holding her in place. His hand was
in her butt crack and his finger was circling her anus, coating
the rim with something slick. "What are you doing?"

"I'm preparing your ass." Peter sat up in bed and got on his
knees. He pulled Mary Ann up so that she was on all fours. She
glanced at the alarm. It read 4:00am just as his finger probed
her anus again. He removed it and Mary Ann felt something cold
rest on her back. It was a jar of Vaseline she guessed as his
finger returned to her asshole covered in the stuff. This time he
pushed his finger in causing her to gasp. "Ah... preparing my ass
for what?" she asked.

"So I can fuck it, slut." The finger pulled out again and he
picked up the jar of Vaseline. This time he threw the jar on the
bed. His finger didn't return, but she could hear squishing
sounds and correctly guessed he was coating his cock with it.
"Don't you remember how you wanted to try everything in the
movie, bitch?"

The black garbage men had fucked quite a few asses in the movie.
In fact, they had fucked the ass of every woman in the movie and
in most cases the woman always had two cocks at once in several
of her holes. "Ah.. Peter, they weren't as big as you. It'll kill
me. And I don't like it when you call me slut or bitch."

"You can take it. I've only fucked one other bitch who could
handle my cock in her ass."

"But..."

"Aw fuck this! Ginger. You want my cock up your ass. There's no
pain. You'll love every fucking inch of black cock you can get up
your ass." Peter placed his sticky Vaseline covered hand on her
ass cheek and guided his slick cock down her ass cheeks. "And you
love being called a slut or a bitch. Every time I call you a slut
you're gonna desperately crave my cock. Every time I call you a
bitch you're gonna cum like a bitch in heat. Got that?"

"Yes, Peter," responded Mary Ann. She'd never thought of this
happening when she had first pretended to be hypnotized.

"What do you want, Mary Ann?"

"Please fuck my ass. Fuck your slut's ass with your big cock."
Words she never imagined she'd ever say. The head was pressing
against her anus now. The pressure grew until her tiny puckered
rosebud began to open for it. "Aaarrrggggh," she cried as her ass
gave in to the pressure and Peter's thick cock head pushed in.

"What's wrong, slut?"

"N-nothing, Peter. I l-love it," she lied, through gritted teeth.
The pain was nearly unbearable. "F-fuck my ass." The head pushed
deeper helped along by the Vaseline. Mary Ann's anal muscles
contracted involuntarily in an attempt to push him out, but
nothing could stop Peter's cock. He kept slowly pushing it deeper
until it would go no farther. She had taken eight or nine inches.

"Gawd damn, that back is fucking tight," growled Peter. He wasn't
moving. He just held his cock still.

Slowly the pain began to fade. Mary Ann's sphincter relaxed as it
grew used to the invader. Peter began to slowly move his cock. 
Her ass closed then expanded as he shoved it right back. It felt
strange, maybe a little pleasant. Suddenly it was very pleasant
as Mary Ann trembled from a very large orgasm. Peter had reached
around under his balls and stuck two fingers into her pussy. The
joint stimulation sent spasms of pleasure up her body. Peter had
very skilled fingers. Mary Ann's clit was hardening under his
strokes. She came again and again. Eventually Peter lost control.
He pulled his fingers out, grabbed her hips, and started fucking
her ass hard. Her butt hole filled with semen as he pulled his
squirting cock out of her ass and shot several loads across her
back. Peter rolled over and fell on the bed exhausted.

The aftermath of getting your ass fucked wasn't very pleasant.
Her ass squished all the way to the bathroom and it took forever
for his sperm to leak out of both holes as she sat on the toilet.
Mary Ann took a shower afterwards and returned to her bed. Peter
got up when she returned and took his own shower. Instead of
leaving when he finished, he crawled back into bed beside her and
pulled her into his arms. Mary Ann fell asleep encircled by
muscular black arms with Peter's soft cock nestled against her
ass.

When Mary Ann woke up, his cock wasn't soft anymore. "Come and
get your breakfast," Peter tiredly whispered in her ear.

Mary Ann found herself giving her typical morning blow job to an
atypical cock. She surprised herself by putting a lot of effort
into sucking Peter off. She massaged his balls while swallowing
more then half of Peter's thick black shaft. He came and Mary Ann
swallowed as rapidly as she could, but some semen still leaked
out between her lips.

Peter stood afterwards and Mary Ann admired his physique. "I
gotta get going to work. I think I'm in the mood for pork chops
tonight. There's" some more movies with my coat. Watch them.

Mary Ann had the pork chops ready when he returned. Her pussy was
also ready for him after watching interracial porno all day.

The rest of the week was a blur of sucking and fucking. Peter
slowly moved his things into her house, pushing some of her
husband's stuff out of the way in the closet. Mary Ann found
herself doing his laundry and cooking two meals a day for Peter.

Two weeks into their relationship their routine changed. Peter
took her out for drinks. Mary Ann saw a few of Paul and her
friends, but other then some strange glances, most knew of Paul's
friendship with Peter. Peter also saw some old girlfriends, but
ignored their efforts to get his attention.

Mary Ann was quite drunk when they got home. Peter stripped her
then pulled his own clothes off. He sat on the edge of the bed.
"Straddle me," he ordered.

Mary Ann did whatever she was told. Her pussy seemed to soak
whenever she saw Peter's hard cock. She straddled his penis and
sank it deep into her pussy. "I love your cock, Peter."  Peter
pulled her down until she was on top of him. "I love you, Peter,"
she whispered, without looking at him. His hands dug into her ass
cheeks, pulling them apart, but he didn't respond. Something
nudged against her ass. "What's this!"

"It's just my buddy, Orlando. I told him he could fuck your ass."

"But Peter..." Mary Ann looked like she would cry as the
stranger's cock entered her ass.

"Ginger. You don't love me. You're nothing but a fuck slut for
black cock."

"Fuck and I didn't believe it," said Orlando. He was a chubby
black man. He had a nice big cock, but it was smaller then
Peter's. "The white bitch will really do whatever you tell her?"

"Sure as shit, bro." Peter looked back at Mary Ann. "You want
this, Ginger. Having three black men is a dream come true, Mary
Ann."

"Three?" asked Mary Ann. Just as a tall skinny black man moved
into view. His cock was like his body, long and thin, probably a
foot in length like Peter's, but not as thick.

"That's Lamar. I owe him some money. I told them that your pussy
is mine until I ship out, but they could use your other holes.

Mary Ann hated to admit it, but taking two black cocks at once
was better then just one. Her ass was used to getting stuffed now
and she took Orlando easily. During one of many orgasms, she
screamed with pleasure and Lamar stuck his cock head into her
mouth. Soon all three holes were full of black cock.

Orlando and Lamar came back a couple more nights over the last
two weeks. Mary Ann even cooked dinner while nude for all three
black men and gave them all blow jobs while they ate.

The time came for Peter to ship out. Mary Ann could barely
compose herself she was so upset. She was crying and more upset
now then when her husband had left, but she didn't care anymore.
She kissed and hugged Peter. Her nipples were so hard they ached
as Peter held her tightly against his chest. Finally he released
her. "Peter, I need to tell you something."

"You were never hypnotized," he responded."

"What?” Mary Ann took a step back from him in surprise. “How did
you know?"

"Paul told me he hypnotized you to quit smoking when we were in
the bar. Funny thing though, you disappeared to go to the
bathroom and came back stinking of smoke. Why'd you go along with
it?"

"I don't know. I guess I just discovered I liked to show off my
body. I liked men telling me what to do and pretending I had no
control over it."

"Keep it up." Peter winked with a grin on his face. He reached
out and tweaked her nipple through her blouse before he turned
and boarded the bus.

"Ow," said Mary Ann gritting her teeth as her nipple ached where
he had pinched it. They’d both been sensitive lately. She also
had to pee again and she had just gone to the bathroom a short
time ago. “Why do you want me to keep it up,“ she called up to
him.“ It looked like Peter motioned with his fingers for her to
turn around. Mary Ann turned and found herself looking at Orlando
and Lamar.

Orlando grinned broadly showing off one gold tooth. "Peter said
your pussy was his until he left. Now it's ours."

"But..."

"Ginger," said Orlando.

****************

Paul called home and got a deep pissed off sounding voice on the
phone. The man passed the phone to Mary Ann who said, "Paul, I
don't want you to call again. I love you, but I'm not the same
woman I was when you left."

"She loves this thing more then you, buddy," said the man’s voice
in the background.

"But Mary Ann, what happened? How could you change in two
months?"

"It just happened. I'm happy, Paul. I want a divorce. Don't call
again." Mary Ann hung up the phone.

Paul did call again, but she never answered. Eventually the line
was disconnected. Months later, he got several weeks leave. He
returned home, but Mary Ann had moved out and he found his things
in storage.

Paul did see Mary Ann one last time. Lonely, bored, and drunk, he
wandered into a nearby strip bar the day before his leave was
over. The club had some hot dancers and was pretty crowded.
Several girls were making the rounds to give lap dances. Paul
paid for one. When the girl had left him with a hard on and
twenty dollars poorer, the announcer came on, "And now gentlemen,
see her before she's gone. Ginger!."

One hot stripper had been concentrating on a group of black
soldiers. Peter found it a little odd, because some white
businessmen had been waving twenties to get her attention and the
blacks were tipping smaller bills. The woman left the floor and
walked up on stage. When she turned, Paul recognized his wife.

Mary Ann was a little heavier and her breasts had increased a cup
size. They didn't look fake at all. In fact, they were saggier.
Paul realized why when he noticed that her belly was bulging.

Paul chose not to say anything to her. He watched her dance. The
routine was an improved version of the dance she had done for
him, months earlier. Afterwards, he got up and left the bar. Paul
never saw Mary Ann again.

The End