The Tattoo 
An interracial mindcontrol story 
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer 
Revised 2009


This story was originally released in three parts.

Part 1

"Sure, I'd love to dance, but keep in mind I'm engaged and
there's absolutely no way you're going to score with me. Now if
you're just looking for a dance and some conversation...."

"See ya around."

Paige laughed as the guy walked off. Sara looked at her and said,
"He was pretty hot, Paige. Now is your last chance to fool around
on George, go a little crazy and have a good time. This may be
your spinster party, but for god sakes we're only 25."

Sara was a teacher and constantly reminded the girls there was no
such word as bachelorette. A female bachelor was a spinster.
Paige was also a teacher and not the type to go crazy, though
George often tried to get her to go a little crazy with him in
bed. The girls didn't approve of her getting married so young,
but were all a little jealous of George. He was a hunky football
player in high school. Paige, of course, had been head
cheerleader.

"Oh go ahead," said Paige, as some guy asked Sara to dance. "I'm
going back to the motel." And from the looks of things, Paige
figured she'd have the room to herself all night. Sara was the
last of the six girls to hook up leaving the spinster alone.

Paige left Sloppy Joes, the most famous bar in Key West, and
walked out on to Duvall street which was packed with spring
breakers. Paige was the safe, conservative, responsible one of
the group and she was sick of people telling her to go crazy or
quit being so uptight. "Go a little crazy," echoed in her head.
This was her last chance to do something out of character and go
a little crazy. She'd never fool around on George. He was her one
and only lover and would stay that way until they were old and
gray, but she could do something for George and only for George.
Something to tell her future husband she loved him and was
capable of doing something a little wild and crazy. Paige pulled
the crumpled paper out of her pocket and read it.

Paige followed the directions on the paper to a street off
Duvall. The street quickly grew dark and quiet, unnerving the
young woman a little. Paige soon found the address. The girl
who'd given her the paper was sitting on the porch reading a
magazine. The girl was still wearing the skimpy bikini she'd worn
when passing the papers out on the street. Obviously a ploy to
attract male customers, but Paige found it demeaning of the girl
to work in such an outfit.

"Hi," said the girl.

"Hi, I'm here about a tattoo."

"The master will be pleased."

"Master?" asked Paige frowning. The magazine the girl was reading
was a Hustler!

"Yes, Yaphet is a master of the art of tattooing. One of the best
in the world. Follow me."

Sure, thought Paige, one of the best tattoo artists in the world
is working out of a rental in Key West and using a girl in a tiny
bikini to hand out advertising. Paige stared at the girl's ass.
Her bottoms left more ass cheek exposed then it covered. Had she
no shame?

"Master Yaphet, a customer."

"Excellent."

Paige found herself staring at a gigantic black man. Not only was
he big, he was also one of the ugliest men she'd ever seen.
Yaphet was in his forties, shaved bald. and dark black. A broad
flat nose was splayed across his face above large thick lips. He
was wearing an open leather vest much like motorcyclists wear.
His chest was incredibly muscular and covered in bluish tattoos,
as were his bulging arms.

"What kind of tattoo were you looking to get?" His voice had a
faint African accent.

Paige wasn't so sure this was such a good idea anymore. "I'm not
sure. I'm getting married next month and I wanted something
special for my fiancé."

"His name? A heart?"

"No, something special..." Paige thought it over and something
leaped into her mind. George would love it. He came from a fine
South Carolina family and was very proud of his heritage. "Could
you do a Confederate battle flag?"

"Easily."

"How much?"

"I could do a small one for two hundred dollars."

"That's fine with me."

"Where would you like it?"

"Hmmm, maybe my ankle or my back." Paige thought some more. "I'm
not sure, I don't want my daddy seeing it."

"There's always your ass or your crotch."

"My crotch?"

"Yes, you can shave the area you want the tattoo in, that way, if
you tire of it, all you need do is let your hair grow back. It's
an intimate place and a favorite among couples. I suggest you get
one there"

Yaphet's voice was calm and soothing. Paige pictured herself
lying on her back, George rolling her panties down, looking in
delight at the stars and bars across her shaved crotch. Something
only he would see. "I'll do it."

"There is a bathroom there. Inside is a bag of disposable
razors."

Paige entered the bathroom and found her reflection staring back
at her. She was the epitome of the blue-eyed blonde. Paige was
tall, lean, and lithe. Her legs were one of her best features,
smooth and fit in her white shorts. Her dark blue tee shirt was
tucked in making her breasts stand out. Adding to that fact was
her purse strap bisecting her breasts revealing her large bosom
even more. Paige had the body of a bikini model. Not the classy
kind though, the kind that posed over cars, boats, and
motorcycles.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said unbuttoning her
shorts. Paige pushed her shorts down, then her plain white
panties. Her bush was as blonde as her head. It was thick with
only the sides trimmed for her modest two piece swimsuit. Paige
found some scissors, cream, and the bag of razors and soon went
to work. It didn't look right just shaving the top, so she went
forward shaving the whole thing bare. That would be another big
surprise for George.

"How do we do this?" Paige asked coming out of the bathroom.

"Just get in the chair and pull your shorts down. You can cover
below where you want the tattoo with one of my towels."

Paige had second thoughts again. Maybe, just shaving herself
would be enough of a surprise for George. "I'm not sure I want to
do this."

"If you're uncomfortable, I can have Amber sit in with us."

"Ok," said Paige. Yaphet had pinpointed the main problem that she
was reluctant to admit even to herself. She didn't want a black
man touching her, especially a giant scary black man. Yaphet left
and returned with Amber who sat down nearby still engrossed with
her porn magazine. Paige walked over to the reclining chair where
Yaphet had all his equipment. She sat and covered her crotch with
a towel as she wiggled her shorts down over her hips.

"Show me where." Yaphet prepared his needle which Paige stared at
a little anxiously. She lowered the towel to the top of her bare
crotch. "Relax. First, I'll numb the region so you'll feel little
pain."

Paige jumped a little as the big black man ran a cold, wet towel
which smelled of alcohol over her crotch. He pricked her with a
little needle and soon could barely feel his touch. "Will the
colors be bold?"

"Oh yes, I use very special dyes found only in Africa and
provided to me by an African Shaman, named Mobutu."

"Ow," cried Paige, as the tattooing needle touched her flesh. She
was overreacting as she felt little pain. Yaphet leaned across
her body so she couldn't see what he was doing. She stared at his
body as he worked. His tattoos were dark and faint as they
blended into his black skin. "What's that tattoo on your bicep?"

"It's a Swahili symbol meaning strong and powerful."

And the one on your chest."

"Virility."

Paige became engrossed in the black man's tattoos. Every now and
then the strange symbols and patterns formed a picture and most
weren't pleasant. One showed a human skull on a snake's body.
There were lots of skeletons and snakes. One drawing was of an
evil looking lion with an enormous penis. On closer look, the
penis was actually a black snake. Yaphet leaned back to adjust
the needle and Paige looked down his chest. Another snake tattoo
covered his hard stomach. It rose up out of his jeans, the head
forming around his navel. It looked very phallic. Instead of a
snake, it could have passed for an enormous erect penis. The
white forked tongue emerging from the thing’s mouth could have
been semen spurting from the tip. Paige glanced away quickly and
at her crotch to see how the tattoo was coming, but he had
covered her crotch up with the towel. He bent back down and went
to work.

"Looking good," said Amber, checking out Yaphet's progress.

Paige was so engrossed in the black man's tattoos that the time
quickly passed. The snake tattoos swirled around forming circles
within circles, snakes writhing, constricting her body. The black
snake struck at her, but Paige leaped up and bounded across the
Savannah on all fours. She was an antelope running across the
plain. The evil looking lion rose up from the grass and set off
in pursuit. Paige ran and ran, just when she thought she would
make it the lion raised a paw and swung...

SLAP! Yaphet smacked a bandage across her crotch and quickly
taped it. Paige looked down when he leaned back and found he had
covered her with a bandage. "Can't I see it?"

"Not for three days. You must keep the bandage covering it or the
colors might run. No peeking. Trust me, your going to love it."

Amber nodded. "Yes, you will."

Paige shrugged a bit disappointed. She wiggled her panties and
shorts back up and climbed out of the chair. "That's two
hundred," he said.

Paige paid him. She glanced at his crotch as she removed the
money from her purse. Yaphet had an enormous bulge under his
jeans that would have made the snake on his stomach proud. For
some reason she shivered as she counted out ten twenties and left
the building making her way back to her empty motel room.

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

The girls left the Keys the next day beginning the long drive
back to South Carolina.

No sooner had Paige arrive at her parents house, then she went to
the bathroom to take a shower. She stripped nude except for the
bandage. It hadn't been quite three days, but she figured there
wouldn't be any harm done removing the bandage now. She slowly
pulled it off. The outline of the tattoo was dark, no  white, red
and blue of the stars and bars. Confused, she pulled it off the
rest of the way and raised her hand up over her mouth to muffle
the scream. She stared in horror at the tattoo, feeling sick to
her stomach.

Black was the only color and for good reason. The tattoo was of
an enormous black penis, the head pointing towards her vagina
like an arrow. Large balls topped it. On closer look, the
testicles actually formed shackles with chains connecting them to
the black phallus. "That black bastard!" she growled. She’d gone
to him for a symbol of the confederacy and gotten a reminder of
black slavery. Now she was stuck with expensive removal surgery.
Jesus! What would George think? She'd have to make her lower
regions off limits to him until the wedding. She grimaced. George
was a lusty guy and that would mean he'd want blow jobs to keep
him satisfied. Yech!

Paige showered and of course tried to rub off the offending
tattoo, though she knew it would be futile. She cried as she
rubbed the offending picture.

"Welcome home princess," said her dad, as Paige came out of her
bedroom in fresh clothes. "Hey, you feeling ok? You don't look so
good."

"Female problems, dad." Paige went to the phone to make an
appointment with her GYN.

The next day, her doctor looked up from examining her vagina.
"Paige, it's the strangest thing I ever saw. The dye has soaked
right through your skin. I can actually see the outline of the
tattoo inside you. There's nothing  I can do. See a surgeon in
tattoo removal, but just off hand, I'd say it's permanent. Then
see a lawyer and sue the bastard that did this."

Paige left the doctor's office quite frustrated. A black janitor
waited by the door. She locked eyes with him, then her eyes
traveled down his body, looking at his crotch, then back up. She
gave him a hateful stare wondering why the old man was grinning
at her.

It all went downhill from there. The tattoo removal specialist
was as baffled as anyone. He'd never seen a dye like it before.
She was forced to suck on George's penis several nights a week.
She gave him more blowjobs this month before the wedding, then
she'd given him the entire five years they'd been dating. By the
wedding date, she could easily take all six inches down her
throat, though she always spit his semen out into a napkin.
Lastly, she decided to let her hair grow back on her pussy, but
the hair over the tattoo came in black making the outline of a
black penis surrounded by blonde hair. She solved that problem by
dyeing her pubic hair blonde. Soon it was well hidden.

Two weeks before the wedding, Paige returned to teaching her
English classes  She had a meeting with Luther, an eighteen year
old High School student she was tutoring who was trying to get
into USC on a sport’s scholarship.

Paige sat back in her chair and watched Luther as he took the
test. He was little more then a street thug with an amazing skill
to put a ball through a metal hoop. He spoke horrible English,
looked stoned half the time, and had almost gotten expelled for
grabbing a girl's ass. Paige looked at his big muscular arms and
squirmed a little in her chair. He may have been a thug, but he
wasn't bad looking. Paige pressed down into her seat feeling her
damp panties push against her labia. Damn! She was horny. Just a
few weeks without sex and she was horny for something she'd never
thought she would miss. She was even starting to enjoy sucking
George off. It was less messy.

Luther handed her the test and she graded it. Not surprisingly,
he failed. "Come on Luther, do you want to be a nineteen year old
senior? Do you want to miss your chance to get spotted by the
NBA?

"Yo baby, there's just no incentive. You know what I'm saying. My
cousin's makin two K a week working the streets."

"That's Miss Anderson, not baby. A baby is what your going to be
raising dozens of when living in the poor house because you
didn't graduate High School. Keep trying."

Paige stopped by the video store later that day. She and George
were going to watch a few movies that night. She quickly picked
three out and went over to George's apartment. He had a pizza
waiting. "What movies did you get?" he asked, getting another
slice of pizza.

"Let's see. I have “Out Of Africa“, “The Lion King“, and, “I
Dream Of Africa“."

"Odd choices. Oh...wait I get it. You want to go to Africa for
our honeymoon."

"No. These movies just jumped out at me. Pop one in."

They watched a movie before George got bored and pulled her into
his arms. They started kissing and Paige reached out and felt his
prick hardening. George stood. "Lets go to the bedroom." Paige
followed him and was soon sucking his penis again. "You wouldn't
have to do that if you let me make love to you, but I'm getting
the impression you're starting to like it."

Paige paused. "I'll never like it, but I am getting used to it. I
just want to make my future husband happy." Page pursed her lips
and took George back in her mouth. George didn’t last long.
Afterwards, they watched another one of the movies.

The antelope bounded through the grass as the lion pursued it.
Paige looked behind her and stumbled. The lion slowed, walking up
to her, then it reared back. The skin fell off revealing a strong
black African tribesman. It's snake-penis was rearing back to
strike. "Please don't eat me, Simba," she pleaded. "What's my
incentive not to, baby?" asked the lion-man. Paige was a human
now, naked and on all fours. She crawled forward and took the
black man's snake-penis in her mouth.

Paige sat up in the bed. She'd fallen asleep in George's arms. It
was late and she'd better be getting home to her parents. She
disentangled herself from George's arm and snuck out.

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

"What?"

Paige stared at Luther. She pressed her crotch down hard into the
chair.

"What you be staring at?"

"Somebody whose not trying hard enough to succeed."

"I'm sorry, baby, the incentive just ain’t there. I only stuck
around this long to keep my mama happy. I just don't gets
English."

Paige stood up from the desk and walked over to the black youth.
Luther's eyes roamed up and down her body. Though she didn't
dress to show off her figure, her body was too Tnice to hide
under her conservative dress. Paige kneeled on the floor by
Luther.
"Miss Anderson, what is you doing?"

Paige reached out and grabbed Luther's crotch. The black boy
looked stunned, but soon was grinning like an idiot. She could
feel his penis hardening under his jeans as she fumbled with the
buttons. His underwear was old and stained yellow in the front,
but the bulge under them was huge. She pulled the underwear down
to free the huge appendage. "My god, Luther, I'm impressed. Your
penis is huge."

"That ain't no penis, it's a cock."

Paige grabbed it. "Yes, a cock, and a big cock at that, a big
black cock." She shivered from her horniness, but felt a little
guilty seeing her engagement ring on the hand holding his big
prick. The teen's cock looked to be over eight inches long, a
good two inches bigger then George's penis and noticeably
thicker. She pulled down on the large cock and licked around the
crown.

"Yeah baby, lick that cock."

Paige paused. "That's Miss Anderson." She then resumed teasing
Luther's bulging cock head with her tongue. She licked down the
shaft, reaching into his underwear to fondle his balls. Paige
licked back up and took him in her mouth. Luther's cock jerked in
surprise as six inches quickly disappeared down her throat. All
her recent practice with George had made her skilled at deep
throating, but the extra thickness had her gagging a little.
Paige suppressed the gag reflex, arched her back and pushed down.
Her nose pressed into his pubic hair as she swallowed him whole.
Paige quickly pulled her mouth back up, kissed the head and
leaned back.

Luther's cock slapped back against his stomach as she released
it. "What the fuck? Bitch, that was fucking incredible. Why'd you
stop?"

What the hell was she doing? Even worse, she was reluctant to
stop. "I'm giving you the incentive you need, Luther. Pass the
test tomorrow and I'll finish you off."

"Gawd damn it, you fucking cock tease."

"Watch your language, mister. That's your incentive, take it or
leave it."

"I'll take it. You'll show me dem titties?"

"Yes," said Paige.

"You'll swallow my cum or let me shoot some on yo titties?"

God no! Yech! Disgusting. "Yes, I will swallow or let you cum on
my breasts."

"See you tomorrow then, bitch. I got some studying to do."

"That's Miss Anderson," she shouted after him.

Paige was horrified by her behavior. Good lord, if he passed he
was going to expect a blow job from her. What on earth was she
doing? What was happening to her? Her vagina was soaked and
throbbing like it was screaming out for some cock. She gathered
her things and left her room almost bumping into the school's old
black janitor, Abe. She ran her eyes down to his crotch,
wondering if his cock was as impressive as Luther's. Paige left,
thanking god, the janitor had not arrived a few minutes earlier.

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

Luther's cock was eye level with her as she bent over her desk
grading the paper. "Wrong, wrong, correct, correct. Not bad.
Hmmm, looks like you got a 70."

"I passed."

"Yeah, but not good enough. You'll need to do better, I'm
afraid."

"I'm afraid not," he said, unbuttoning his pants. "The deal was
for you to suck me off if I passed, well I passed." Luther pulled
out his growing cock. "Now suck it."

I don’t think so, she thought. Paige swiveled her chair around
and took the head right in her mouth. No! She twirled her tongue
around the head making sure it was good and wet. Paige bobbed her
head over the tip, swallowing more and more with each thrust. No!
Paige Anderson you stop sucking that black boy's cock this
instant. No! But he ordered you to and it's good. Yes! Suck it.
She'd made a deal and Luther passed. This was Luther's incentive.
He deserved his reward. She deserved his reward. All the hard
work tutoring the boy had paid off. He was letting her suck his
big black cock. How would she ever thank him? He even tasted
better then George. She would thank him by swallowing his cum or
letting him cum on her titties.

Luther pulled his cock out of her throat. He grinned as her mouth
followed his cock reluctant to let it go. "You're into this,
ain't ya? Well ho, you promised to show me dem titties."

"Yes, of course," said Paige, unbuttoning her blouse as her eyes
followed his bobbing cock head. "And it's Miss Anderson."

"Fine. You a good cocksucker Miss Anderson. Damn! Dem titties is
nice. Next time I'm gonna fuck my cock between those big melons."
His teacher nodded agreeing to let him titty fuck her as she
reached behind to unclasp her bra. She looked forward to his huge
cock thrusting between her titties. The bra came off and Luther
stared greedily at her big CC cups capped by fat, protruding pink
nipples. "Damn, I always wanted to see some white bitch's pink
nips." Luther decided then and there to stay in school.

"May I go back to sucking your black cock?"

"Yes you may, Miss Anderson."

"Thank you." Paige quickly grabbed his cock before he could take
it away again and pulled it towards her mouth. Luther inched
around and sat on her desk as she swiveled her chair around
facing his lap. It was a good position for sucking as well as
licking his shaft and balls. Paige had never put this much effort
into sucking George off, but with Luther she was actually
enjoying sucking his cock.

Paige bobbed her head for awhile, not sure the pace she should
use to tackle such a big cock. Luther, thoughtfully, wrapped his
black hands in her long blonde hair and guided her head up and
down his shaft, instructing her. He liked it fast and Paige
complied. She pushed hard into the chair as his cock started
swelling. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. She wanted to taste
him. Paige resisted his hair pulling and held still with just the
head in her mouth while rapidly jerking off the shaft with one
hand.

"Here it cums," growled Luther through strained teeth. "Aagh, oh
fuck yeah."

Paige pressed her pussy hard against the edge of the chair and
came just as Luther did. The initial blast of his seed combined
with her own orgasm almost caught her off guard, but she
remembered her promise and swallowed semen for the first time.
Then she swallowed another wad. She pursed her lips for the third
wad, but Luther pushed her head back off his cock. He pushed down
on his shaft and shot a long strand of cum across her right tit.
"Yeah, that's what I'm saying," said Luther.

Paige quickly caught his cock back in her mouth when he released
her head and sucked out the last drops of sperm. "Yummy," she
purred, knowing it sounded dumb, but Luther seemed to like it.

"Sit back," said the black youth. "Rub my cum into your nipples."
Paige obeyed, leaning back and using her index finger to rub her
sperm into her nipples. "Gawd damn, you're hot, bitc...Miss
Anderson. If I get a C next week can I fuck your ass?"

Jesus no, you'll rip me in two. "Yes," she said. "You can shove
that big black cock up my ass all you want if you get a C." Or
now if you want. Fuck my ass now. All you have to do is ask. What
the hell was she doing?

"Fuck yeah...Oh shit!" Luther sat up fumbling with his pants. He
was staring at the classroom door.

The black janitor was standing in the doorway. "Run along now,
boy." Abraham Jefferson was the school custodian. He was a skinny
black man in his sixties. Abe was dark brown, had a bald head
with grey hair around the sides and back. and a grey mustache.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Jefferson?" asked Paige, continuing
to rub Luther's cum around her nipple.

"Well I came here to empty the trash, but I'll be leaving here a
very satisfied man."

Paige quit circling her nipples, satisfied they were adequately
coated with cum. "What do you mean, Mr. Jefferson?"

"I mean, Miss Anderson, that I'm going to fuck that white pussy
of yours. I ain't had me a woman since my wife died three years
ago and never a white woman."

Paige had a strong desire to see what the old man's cock looked
like. "What makes you think I'm going to let you fuck me?"

"The fact that you're sitting there topless with your legs spread
as well as this." Abe held up a camera. "I took me some pictures.
If you value your job here, you'll do what ole Abe Jefferson
tells ya."

"I see. It would seem I'm completely at your mercy."

Abe smiled. He had no idea, Miss Anderson was such a slut. She
clearly wasn't too bothered with the idea of being blackmailed
into sex with him. Lucky for him, because the old disposable
camera in his hand didn't have any film in it. "Lets see some
pussy then. Strip!"

Paige stood and began unbuttoning her slacks. She had no idea she
was capable of such behavior, stripping before a skinny black man
almost old enough to be her grandfather. I hope he likes my body,
she thought as she stepped out of her pants. Abe was undressing
as he ogled her. "You need to wear sexier underwear," said the
janitor.

Paige was standing in only her panties which were rather plain
and boring. Abe was right, first chance she got, she'd have to
purchase some sexy lingerie. That would make her black
coc...George happy. Abe was thin and his chest was covered with
gray hair. He was fumbling with his belt unable to take his eyes
off the teacher. Paige slid her panties down her legs. As she
stood back up, she ran her fingers through her pubic hair. Her
crotch felt warm over the hidden tattoo. Indeed, her entire pussy
felt hot, like a fire only massive doses of black man's sperm
could put out. "What now?" Paige saw her second black cock and
felt a thrill go through her. Judging by his erection, he was
pleased with her body.

"Suck on this ole cock for awhile to get me ready for ya."

Paige kneeled before the old black man and grabbed the base of
his cock. Lengthwise, it was most impressive. Longer then
Luther's by more then an inch, Abe's cock probably pushed ten
inches. Like the old janitor's torso, his cock was a little on
the skinny side, probably not much thicker then George's, but it
was beautiful and it tasted oh so good. Paige deepthroated it
quickly, struggling with the new inches.

"Lordy lordy, even my wife never sucked mah dick. I'd like to
enjoy this, but your pussy's calling to me. Get up on your desk."

Paige stood back up after giving his cock head a quick kiss. She
stepped backwards and lifted her ass up on her desk. Abe, cock in
hand, quickly stepped between her spread legs. He wanted to get
it in quick, still a bit overwhelmed by his luck. He wanted it
buried in her pussy before he woke up from this dream.

Paige stared down at the old man's black cock head sliding up and
down her wet slit. Words popped into her head, swirling around
until they formed a sentence she never thought she'd utter. "Come
on and fuck me with that big black cock. I want that big black
dick inside me."

"Damn girl, you really is a slut and here I always thought you
was a sweet young thang. Well here's what you want ho." Abe
pushed it in and the white pussy seemed to suck his cock right
in. Try as he might, he couldn't ever remember his wife being
this wet for him. If she had, it would have been over forty years
ago.

Paige stared down at the old black man's cock pushing into her
pussy. It was no thicker then George's, but for some reason it
was better, a lot better. She came as soon as the cock pushed
into virgin territory. The orgasm was incredible, better then the
one she'd had sucking Luther's dick. Paige came again at eight
inches deep. At nine, she was squeezing her cum crusted nipples
with her fingers as she came again. Abe buried the snake and held
all ten inches there for her to get used to it. He needn't have
bothered, she was already used to it, addicted to it even.

"Lord have mercy, that pussy is so good and tight." He'd assumed
he'd never get any pussy again after his wife died. Abe's cock
twitched and he knew he wouldn't hold out too long. He couldn't
hold back though, he started bucking his hips into her wet pussy.
Paige raised her hips into his thrusts grunting and groaning. He
swore she was cumming every other thrust. Either this girl was a
skilled faker or she really was a cock crazed nympho. He stabbed
his cock forward and held it buried as he sprayed three years
worth of cum into her womb.

Paige arched her back screaming in orgasm as jet after jet of
sperm hosed the burning fire in her pussy. For the first time in
her life she felt truly satisfied. Her pussy was content and her
belly felt full. She pictured Luther's cock in her mouth and
looked at Abe's in her pussy. The only thing better then this
would of been both cocks in her together. Abe had set the camera
down by her on the desk. His age meant it was taking a long time
for him to recover and catch his breath. His cock was rapidly
deflating in her pussy as she reached out and picked up The
camera.

"Sorry 'bout that, Miss Anderson," he said still gasping. "I'll
last longer when I gets used to this pussy. I'll fuck you again
tomorrow after class."

Paige looked at the empty camera and winked at the old man. "Well
Mr. Jefferson, as long as you have this camera, I don't really
have a choice do I?"

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

Paige picked up the phone. "Sorry, not tonight George. I'm not
feeling to well." She looked at herself in the mirror. The sexy
black demi bra pushed her big breasts up and left her nipples
exposed. They were stil crusted with Luther's sperm. She hefted
one tit up and licked the flakes off while George talked on the
other end of the line.

"Made up your mind yet, baby? Times runnin short."

Paige released her tit and ran her fingers down her belly under
her sheer black panties. Her underwear was one of a dozen pairs
she had bought right after school to please her black men. Her
hand pushed out the material and rifled through her blonde pubic
hair. She could make out the outline of the tattoo pointing South
towards her pussy. South was calling her. South it was. "George,
I want to go back to Key West."

"A Key West honeymoon it is then," said her fiancé.

'Home,' she thought, rubbing past the tattoo until her finger
slipped inside her cum soaked pussy.


Part 2


Paige pushed her husband down on the bed and straddled his lap as
she unbuttoned his pants. Her excitement waned as she pulled out
his penis. It was so small, so bland, so boring, so...white. She
had no idea what was wrong with her, but as she mounted her
husband, she faked enthusiasm by pretending he was her student,
Luther or Abe, the black janitor.

"Wow, Mrs. Thompson, that was awesome," cried George, as he came
in her pussy.

"Thanks, Mr. Thompson," she leaned down and kissed him, wishing
his lips were bigger and blacker.

"It's been way too long." George sighed. Paige had made them wait
several months until they were married. He didn't know that her
reason was to let her pubic hair grow back to cover the tattoo of
a black cock pointing towards her pussy. All he knew was that he
had gotten a lot of blow jobs and had been content for the most
part. "Wanna take a nap?"

"What? Honey, we're in Key West on our honeymoon. Lets go hit the
pool."

Paige freshened up in the bathroom and let George go on ahead.
She had a surprise for him. Several men checked her out as she
walked out of their room. She rounded the corner and entered the
pool area. Her husband had staked out two deck recliners for
them. George's mouth fell open when he saw her. "Jesus, honey!"
His eyes ran down her body.

"You like," she said, turning around for him.

"I guess," he mumbled. Paige was a bit disappointed in his
reaction. "It's a bit indecent. I was hoping to get some pictures
of us. I don't want my parents seeing you in that bikini. What
were you thinking?"   "I was thinking that my husband should be
proud his wife looks so good. You don't have to show our parents
all the pictures, but hey if you want to show off your hot and
sexy wife to your buddies..."

"They'd be so jealous if they could see you now. Well, hot damn,
this is a side of you I might like." George grinned, suddenly
quite proud to have a wife he could show off. "Would you get me a
drink before you sit down? I didn't want to go up there with all
those queers sitting around. They're the one bad thing about Key
West."

"Sure honey, I'll be right back." Their hotel had a large pool, a
Jacuzzi, and a tiki bar. George was right a lot a gay men were
seated at the bar. They were joking with the bartender who didn't
look gay. He made Taige's heart skip a beat and suddenly her
nipples were stretching out the material of her bikini when she
saw the black man. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Dreadlocks
fell past his shoulders. He wore a white tank top, that showed
off his muscular arms. He stared at her as she walked up.

What the bartender saw was a tall, lithe, blue-eyed blonde woman
in her early twenties. She had long, fit legs and breasts too
large for a woman that lean. The woman would turn heads anywhere,
but what really drew men's eyes was her bikini. It was so small
it was barely legal. The material was leopard print making her
look like some fantasy jungle queen completely down to a flap of
material over her crotch that resembled a loincloth. The only
other adornment she wore were heeled sandals to accentuate her
legs and much to his disappointment, a shiny new wedding ring.
"What can I get you?"

Some of the gay men gave her the once over and snickered to each
other. "Two beers," she said, leaning over the bar so that her
tits squeezed together. "What ever light draft you have for my
husband."

"And for you?" The bartender appeared to be straining not to look
at her cleavage.

"Something very dark and strong."

The bartender snickered a bit and openly ran his eyes down to her
tits which were practically falling out of her bikini as she
leaned forward. "How about a Guinness?" She nodded. "How about a
little head," said the bartender leaving the rim of the mug
frothy with foam.

"I like a lot of head," replied Paige, putting money on the bar.

"So do I girl,"  said one of the gay men.

The bartender gave Paige her change which she scooped right up.
Fucking tease, he thought, noticing she hadn't let a tip. Nor did
she tip him on several other trips for refills, but at least she
was nice to look at.

The sex, booze, hot sun, and the drive through Florida had George
worn out. They called it an early night. The newlyweds went out
to dinner, returned to the tiki bar by the pool where the black
bartender was still working. His name was Max and he chatted with
the young couple and another older couple for a short time. When
Max found out it was their honeymoon, he bought George and Paige
a shot. The other couple excused themselves and George indicated
he was ready to go. Paige paid the tab, again not tipping the
bartender, and they returned to their hotel room.

"Whoa!" George did a double take as he came out of the bathroom
wearing only his boxers. "Is that for me?"

"Who else?" lied Paige. Abe, the janitor had told her she needed
to buy new, sexier underwear and she'd done it to please him. Her
sheer blue bra and panties left nothing to the imagination. Her
blonde pubic hair was visible through the material as well as her
nipples.

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world," said George taking his wife
in his arms as he sat in the bed. He kissed her belly, then
reached around to remove her bra. Her panties soon followed.
Paige kneeled between his legs and fished his penis out of his
boxers. Again, it triggered no desire in her at all, but she
tried to perform her wifely duty. George's penis stiffened a
little, but remained mostly limp. "I'm sorry, honey. Let's finish
this in the morning. I'm too tired."

"I understand," she replied, a little relieved.

They climbed into bed together and within minutes, Paige could
hear George softly snoring. She laid there and stared at the
ceiling, not tired. She found herself craving chocolate and
wondered if there was a vending machine nearby. Finally, she
thought about going for a midnight swim. Paige slipped out of bed
and put her bikini on. Strange, but for some reason she found
herself feeling more comfortable wearing just the bikini. The
more clothes she wore, the more stifled she was starting to feel.
Up until recently her swimsuits and underwear had been the same,
sports bra tops and panties that covered her stomach.

"Gawd Damn!" exclaimed two young men, stumbling drunkenly through
the motel as she left her room. They stared open mouthed as she
hurried past them holding her arms crossed over her big breasts.
It wasn't every night one encountered a nearly nude woman walking
around at midnight.

Max's reaction was practically the same. "I thought you and your
husband had called it a night?" he asked, while turning the
stools upside down on the bar top.

"I thought I'd go for a swim."

"Pool's closed."

"Oh. Too late for a drink?"

"Not for a sexy tease like you."

"Pinacolada and I'm not a tease."

"Oh yeah, you parade around showing off that sexy body, flaunting
those breasts and a very sweet ass I might add and you don't tip
me. You're a tease." Max handed her the pinacolada.

Paige took a sip. She had flaunted her body before Max, while
covering herself just a few minutes earlier for the too drunk
guys outside her room. "'I'm not a tease," she said again.

"Right! You're here looking to get some cock from a black
bartender while on your honeymoon."

"Yes...yes, I guess I am."

"A tease?"

"No, here looking to get some black cock."

"Serious?"

Paige smiled. "I owe you a tip don't I?"

"Come on in," said Max. He pulled down the security gate around
the tiki bar, locking it, and enclosing them behind the bar.
Within seconds, Paige was in his arms. They kissed, while Paige's
hand slid up his thigh and began fumbling with his pants.

Paige freed his cock and was immediately impressed with it's
length and swelling size. She pushed Max back until he sat down
on the beer cooler. Paige followed him back, her mouth making a
beeline for his cock. As soon as she saw it, she knew there was
nothing wrong with what she was doing. Max's dick was beautiful,
around 11" and as thick as the biggest banana sitting in a bunch
on the bar by the blender. It belonged in her mouth and pussy.
George would understand if he knew how good it was.

Paige kneeled behind the bar while Max sat on the cooler. He
shoved his pants down around his ankles and his balls were
splayed out on the cold stainless steel. She started with them.
His testicles were impressive, promising a large amount of cum.
Paige licked and kissed around them while stroking his cock with
her hand. She then moved her tongue up his shaft. Her instincts
were to attack his beautiful cock, but she was also filled with
an overwhelming desire to give Max the best blow job of her life
and lately, Paige had gotten a lot of experience sucking dick.

"Oh yeah," moaned Max, when her tongue hit the sensitive head of
his cock. Paige twirled her tongue around the entire crown before
taking the head in her mouth. "Damn girl, you know your way
around a cock." Paige was rapidly bobbing her head over half
Max's shaft now while jerking the other half with her hand. She
arched her neck and started work on the rest. She groaned as his
pubic hairs startled tickling her nose. She swallowed the last
little bit, then finally lost control, sucking his cock as
rapidly as she could. "Oh god, baby, suck that cock. Yeah, suck
it baby." Max wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and
started pulling her forwards while bucking his hips a little. He
pulled her hair a little as his grip tightened. His cock was
swelling and his whole body was tensing up. "Here it cums,"
groaned Max, through clenched teeth.

Paige jerked her head back just as Max's cock jerked. She liked
to taste sperm before letting it slide down her throat and didn't
want him cumming right into her belly. She caught his first wad
in the back of her throat and gulped just as the second wad
rolled over her tongue. She held the head in her mouth while
stroking forwards on his shaft as jet after jet of semen filed
her mouth. She didn't release his cock until the last drop had
leaked out of the tip.

"Gawd damn, that was the best fucking blow job I ever had," said
Max slumping back against the bar.

"I hope you liked your tip," said Paige. She started tugging on
the slippery head of his penis. "I need to feel this big monster
in my pussy."

"Give me a few," said Max standing up. He opened the cooler and
removed two beers, giving one to Paige. "What say I return the
favor while I recharge?"

"Sounds good to me."

Max pulled down some of the overturned bar stools and lifted
Paige onto the bar. He reached behind her and untied her bikini
top. "Dems gotta be the most perfect set of titties I ever seen,"
he said, squeezing her breasts. He leaned down and took one of
Paige's long nipples between his lips and started sucking. He ran
his tongue around her entire nipple and areola before kissing his
way over to her other breast. Paige was moaning and squirming
around on the bar when he finally tired of her breasts.

Paige lifted her hips as Max reached under her thighs and pulled
her panties off. She spread her legs wide as he kissed along the
sides of her blonde pubes heading down towards her slit. Max
licked up and down her labia before wiggling his tongue between
her folds and into her pussy. "Ooo baby, you're
not...so...bad...aah yourself," moaned Paige as she writhed
around on the bar. Max pulled out and licked up around her clit,
teasing it as it became blood engorged. Max soon moved back down
and stffened his tongue out as he began fucking her with it.
Paige wrapped her legs around his head and clung tightly as she
came all over his face.

One orgasm didn't seem to satisfy Max. As soon as she relaxed her
grip with her legs. He inserted one finger into her pussy and
began circling the tip around the deepest part he could reach.
Paige grabbed the edge of the bar with one hand and the beer tap
with her other. She pushed herself forwards, fucking his finger
with her pussy. His tongue returned to her clit and Paige could
feel an even bigger orgasm building. Her hand circled the tap. It
had a hard wooden handle which felt so much like another cock.
She wished there was another black cock in her hand at the
moment. Then she wished one was in her other hand and mouth and
pussy and ass. She knew then that there would never be enough.
She would want more. Paige came again, hard.

Max raised his head from her pussy and grinned. He looked rather
silly with his big white grin surrounded by a dark black face
framed with dreadlocks and his chin was soaked with her juices.
"Lets move this party," he said wiping his hand across his chin.
"Put your bikini back on."

Max led her out of the tiki bar and locked up. They walked around
the pool to the lit up Jacuzzi. She could see the big tent in his
shorts just as he slipped into the water. Paige got in behind him
and he immediately pulled her into his lap. Paige stood and
removed panties while Max raised his hips and slid his shorts
off. She could see his big knobby cock head sticking out of the
water. Paige guided her pussy over towards it and sank down. Her
labia easily opened around the head and the big thing slipped
inside her pussy. Paige smiled with happiness as she lowered
herself over the entire shaft. It had been too long. "God, black
cock's the best."

Max grabbed her and held her still as a couple of drunks entered
the pool area passing through to another part of the motel. Once
the coast was clear, Max flipped up her bikini top and started
sucking on her nipples again while she slowly ground her pussy
into his lap. An orgasm was building. Paige arched her back, face
pointing towards the night sky, her mouth open in a moan and a
wad of semen bounced off her lip and slipped into her mouth. She
swallowed without thinking.

The man jerking off on the balcony above her said something that
sounded like, "bull’s-eye!". She watched another long strand of
semen drip to the cement, just missing the Jacuzzi. The man
looked vaguely familiar. He stepped aside and another guy took
his place. They were the two drunks, she'd passed earlier. Paige
gave the new one the finger as he started jerking off. She
returned to fucking Max and didn't notice the first guy return
with a camcorder pointed down at her.

Being watched and jerked off on, did nothing to calm her libido.
The orgasm came as strong as ever. The second man's sperm fell on
her head, but she didn't have time to glare up at him for Max's
cock suddenly went off in her pussy. The black man's cock started
spurting hot seed into her womb and Paige had a tremendous
orgasm. "God I love black cock. Thank you," she said, to Max as
she slid off his lap.

"Any time, baby," said Max, standing and climbing out of the
Jacuzzi. "Come back tomorrow night if you can sneak out on
hubby."

"I'll see what I can do."

"See ya around," said Max, walking off.

Paige adjusted her bikini. She looked up, but the two voyeurs
were gone. She washed the sperm out of her hair then climbed up
out of the Jacuzzi. She had just made it to her door and pulled
out the room key when the man stepped out of the shadows. "What
do you want?" she asked, stepping away from him.

"A little of what you were giving to that black dude," said the
man. It was one of the drunks from the balcony.

"Well you can't have it. Now run off before I call the police."

"How about if I bang on the door and wake hubby up?" The man
smirked at her surprise. "I saw you with him this afternoon by
the pool."

"He won't believe you."

"Show her, Dean."

The other drunk came down the stairs to the second floor. He held
up a camcorder. "God I love black cock. Thank you," said her
voice on the machine.

"What do you want?" asked Paige, a little sick to her stomach.

"I want my cock sucked. The women in this town are fucking
teases. We been here two days now and still haven't hooked up.
Follow me." Paige followed the two up the stairs to the landing
between floors. There the drunk man, the bigger of the two,
leaned against the railing. "Take it out, baby."

Paige was disgusted with the situation and a wave of guilt
crashed through her body. She was about to cheat on her husband
with these two losers. It was Max's fault for being so damned
hot. Paige decided just to get this over with and pulled down the
man's shorts. His hard cock fell out and smacked her in the face.
Paige was surprised by it's size. The cock bobbing before her
face was nearly two inches bigger then her husband's, pushing
eight inches, and as thick as Max's. Still, it was just a plain
white penis, nothing exciting or thrilling. She had no desire to
make this the best blow job of the fool's life. She simply took
him in her mouth, clamped her lips tight and started bobbing her
head rapidly.

"Suck that cock, slut," said the man.

"Hey Jim, turn your body a little," said Dean.

Paige looked at Dean out of the corner of her eye and saw him
holding the camcorder close to her bobbing head filming the
action. "Hey, what's the big..."

"Shut up and suck, said Jim, pulling her head back on his cock.
"We just want a little reminder of our trip."

Paige was humiliated and horrified. It only got worse when she
felt Dean behind her untying her bikini bottoms. He pulled them
down and she turned her head keeping Jim's cock head in her mouth
to see Dean holding the camera down at his dick as he pushed it
in her. It wasn't so bad. She could barely feel him. His penis
seemed to be an average six inches and a little on the skinny
side. "Damn, I can't feel a thing," said Dean moving in and out
of her squishy pussy. That's because I just got fucked by a real
man, thought Paige. "Maybe, this will be better." He pulled his
prick out and pushed it against her sphincter. His
well-lubricated penis pushed her open and slid inside. "This
feels a little tighter."

Unfortunately, having masturbated on the balcony earlier, the two
seemed in no hurry to cum. Paige closed her eyes and pretended it
was Abe and Luther she was with. Her finger found it's way
between her legs and she actually had a small orgasm pretending
it was two black men using her body. Jim came. It was hot and
tasted similar to a black man's, but for some reason was bland
and unexciting, like her husband. Dean grunted and shot a few
squirts in her ass just a few minutes later.

The two men seemed a little squeamish as they pulled their pants
up. They mumbled thanks and marched up the steps back towards
their room. Paige sighed and returned to her room, slipping in
next to George after cleaning herself up in the bathroom.

Paige had more Africa dreams that night. She was an antelope
again, but this time she wasn't fleeing a lion. She was standing
on the plain,patiently waiting while another antelope mated with
her. Two more antelopes stood by waiting their turn and one had a
camera mounted to it's antlers. The male antelopes suddenly
jerked their heads behind her and then bounded off in the
opposite direction. A shadow fell over her and Paige turned her
antelope head to see the giant lion. The beast reared up and it's
black snake penis came into view. Paige spread her hoofed rear
legs as the snake entered her and her pussy began to throb. The
lion's claws grabbed her breasts, turning more human. Paige was
suddenly her human self getting fucked from behind by a giant
black man. Her pussy throbbed each time his truly massive penis
thrust into her. Tattoos covered his arms. The African symbols
swirled around burring, then becoming clear until she could read
them. They read words such as, stamina, virility, power, and
obey. "Take your master's cock, slave," said Yaphet the tattooist
and her pussy throbbed.

Paige woke up with a start, light from the rising sun starting to
shine through the window. The dream had been quite vivid. Her
pussy was still throbbing, but it wasn't really her pussy. It was
the black cock tattoo hidden under her blonde pubes that was
throbbing.


Part 3


Paige was a black cock loving slut. She was in Key West on her
honeymoon with her handsome white husband and all she could think
about were black men. She'd even fucked the black bartender at
the motel's tiki bar last night and then serviced two white men
after they blackmailed her.

Paige and George were riding mopeds the next morning around old
town Key West and she was having a good time with her husband and
for some reason that surprised her. Her pussy throbbed and it
wasn't from the vibrations of the moped. The tattoo of a black
cock hidden beneath her blonde pubes had started throbbing last
night.

Paige took the lead, passing her husband. She signaled a left
turn as she neared a familiar looking street. It was the street
the evil tattooist lived on. She slowed the moped as she neared
his house. A "for rent" sign was placed on the front yard and the
house appeared empty. She wasn't sure why she was looking. What
would she say if she saw Master Yaphet again? She pictured his
muscular tattooed body standing before her, his African features
not as ugly as she remembered.

Later, after returning the mopeds, the couple walked up Duval
street for the nightly sunset celebration on Mallory Square. The
sidewalks were narrow and crowded so Paige found herself
following George. It got more crowded as they neared the end of
the street. George paused before stepping aside. Paige watched
his eyes run up and down the woman's body who had just handed him
a leaflet. The woman was a hot young thing in a tiny bikini.
Paige checked out the girl too as she turned to give a bunch of
women some pamphlets. The girl was wearing a thong bikini and the
words "Black cocks only" were tattooed on her ass.

George was walking again. Paige watched him crumple up the paper
and toss it inside a trash can as they passed. She reached in and
grabbed the paper as she passed the trash can. She uncrumpled the
pamphlet and recognized it was the same as the one that lead her
to Master Yaphet. The only difference was he had a new location.
She folded the paper up and put it in her purse.
They enjoyed watching the street theater on Mallory Square,
followed by the sunset. George and Paige then went to find a
place to eat. After dinner they stopped in a few of the more
famous Key West bars and had some drinks. As it grew later,
George suggested finishing the night at the tiki bar, but changed
his mind when he saw some gay men sitting at the bar talking to
Max, the black bartender. Max winked at her as she passed and she
smiled back at him.

George stripped almost as soon as they got back in their room. He
laid back on their bed. "Come on Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Thompson
wants to take you on a long ride."

"More like a short ride," she said sarcastically looking at his
lame six inch penis.

"What?" he asked, taken aback.

"Sorry, I'm just tired and don't have much energy."

Paige stripped and mounted her husband, pretending to enjoy it.
The tattoo on her crotch was throbbing as she fucked her husband.
It seemed to throb outward or twist away each time, George's
penis buried itself inside her. It was almost as if her pussy was
rejecting or repulsed by her husband's penis. Paige wasn't sure
how long she could fake this. Even now her pussy wasn't producing
much lubrication and she had to think about Luther, Abe, or Max
just to make sex with George bearable.

Afterwards, Paige grabbed her purse and went to the bathroom to
clean George's sperm out of her. As she sat on the toilet, she
unfolded the paper leading to the tattooist's apartment. She
stared at it and found herself growing hornier, her pussy wanting
satisfaction from a real man, a black man.

Naked, Paige walked out to George and found he was already
asleep, snoring peacefully, sleeping the contented sleep of a man
who had just gotten laid. Well, good for him, now it was her
turn. Paige crept over to the balcony and opened the door. Her
bikini hung over the railing. She retrieved it and put it on.
Paige then snuck out of the room to go find Max.

As Paige came within sight of the tiki bar, she noticed Max still
had a small crowd sitting around the bar. Worse, two of the
drinkers were the assholes that had blackmailed her into sex last
night. Paige turned around not knowing what to do. Her pussy was
throbbing like crazy, almost like a fast drum beat, the beat of
African drums on the Serengeti plain. Paige's hand slid under her
bikini bottoms, her fingers sliding through her pubic hair, and
over the hidden tattoo. They dipped into her pussy and found she
was now producing lubrication. Fuck! She needed black cock!

A wave of hatred washed over Paige. This was all that black
bastard's fault. Well, if he could turn her into a black cock
loving slut, then he could turn her back. Paige had left the
pamphlet in her room, but she could still picture the directions
to the Master's new apartment. Paige turned and headed for the
still crowded streets of Key West. The beautiful young school
teacher attracted a lot of attention walking past the bars in a
skimpy bikini near midnight.
Paige found the new location easily. Amber was sitting on the
porch along with the girl who had given George the pamphlet. Both
were wearing skimpy bikinis and Paige found it shameful to be
wearing something like that this time of the night. Both girls
were staring at the same porno magazine.

Paige's heart skipped a beat when Master Yaphet appeared. The
giant tattooed black man held the door as a handsome white couple
left the building. They both had bandages on their arms from
where they'd just gotten tattoos. "Thanks," they both said to
Yaphet and Paige noticed the pretty young woman glance down at
the black man's bulge. They left and headed up the street while
Yaphet disappeared into the house.

The two young women looked up startled as Paige stepped up onto
the porch. "Welcome sister," they said, breaking into pleased
smiles.

"Take me to that black bastard this instant."

"Of course, the master has been expecting you," said Amber.
"Rachel, go inform the master that our new sister is here."

"Gladly." Rachel leaned forward, Amber bending her head so that
the two girl's lips met. The kissed deeply before Rachel went
off. She returned quickly. "The master will see you now."

Paige followed Amber and Rachel into the home's living room.
There was no television stereo or any modern form of
entertainment. Two long couches formed an aisle leading to the
room's centerpiece, a recliner sitting on an elevated platform.
The whole room seemed set up like a throne room. The tattooist
sat on the recliner. Yaphet smiled at her as she entered. He was
wearing only a robe. "Ah," he said in his deep voice, "it is the
one who wanted the confederate flag tattoo."

"I'm here hoping you'll make me go back to normal again." Paige
tried to be calm not wanting to upset or insult the giant black
man.

"No, you are not. You are here to surrender your mind and body to
me. You are here to take your rightful place serving me."

"NO! I am here with my husband on my honeymoon. All I want is to
return to him and be his wife not some slut for every black man I
see."

"You are not a slut for black men. You are my slut. Your
attraction to black men has been an attempt to be with me. Now
that you have found me, you will no longer need to be with other
black men. I don't like to share my slaves."

"Please let me go."

"No. You are the hottest woman to ever come to me wanting a
tattoo on her crotch. I can't let you get away."

"FUCK YOU!" screamed Paige, starting to sob. "I didn't want a
tattoo on my crotch. You talked me into it somehow."

Yaphet threw his head back and laughed. "That's right. I did talk
you into it. "I'll show you how."

Yaphet stood and untied his robe. He pulled it open and let it
fall to his feet. All three women gasped. Paige gasped because of
the size of his monster penis. It was soft, but very plump, the
head swung close to his knee nearly a foot from the base. The
black man even had to stand with his legs slightly apart because
his testicals were so large. Paige was able to pull her eyes from
it momentarily to look at Rachel and Amber. Their gasps were
closer to moans. Rachel had placed a hand under her bikini
bottoms. Amber was squeezing her nipples. Both girls had just
orgasmed as Yaphet's mighty cock appeared. Paige's tattoo was
throbbing sending spasms through her body. Her nipples also grew
hard and her pussy started gushing lubrication. Yaphet pointed at
a tattoo on his leg. "This is the Swahili symbol for persuasion."

His tattoos were dark and hard to see against his black skin, but
Paige could make out a myriad of strange symbols. On her first
visit, he had told her some meant, strong, powerful, and virile.
"Your tattoos give you power?" asked Paige, rhetorically.

"Duh," laughed Amber still staring hungrily at Yaphet's cock.
Rachel was licking her lips.

"They never get enough of my cock." Yaphet sat back down on his
chair/throne, cock and balls dangling over the edge of the
cushion.

"The master covers it up sometimes just to tease us," said
Rachel.

"And I let them cover up...a little when working. Remove your
bikinis."

Paige looked left then right. Both Rachel and Amber were removing
their skimpy bikinis. Paige was horrified to see the girls
obeying his commands like true slaves. Paige finished stepping
out of her bikini bottoms and tossed her top aside. "No," she
whispered realizing she had just obeyed him also. "What did your
tattoo do to me?" Paige saw that both Amber and Rachel had shaved
crotches and tattoos identical to her own.

"The erect cock represents me, your master, and the shackles
represent your bondage to my will."

"But how did I know to come here? To wear a bikini?" Paige found
herself liking being nude in this room and didn't even desire to
put the bikini back on. She thought it might feel constricting.

Amber responded. "We are linked emphatically. I got branded in
New Orleans during Mardi Gras. When my master called, I
hitchhiked from Oregon. I began wearing less and less until I was
just in my bra and panties. Luckily, the truck driver was black
and kept me satisfied for awhile. The master likes lingerie and
bikinis. We sense what he wants and give it to him. If he wants
my ass tonight, I will be on all fours holding my butt cheeks
apart without him telling me. He wanted me to answer your
question for him. It isn't truly telepathy, we just know what
pleases him."

Rachel chimed in. She seemed to concentrate a moment. "The master
is hungry for an omelet and I will have one ready for him when he
opens his eyes in the morning."

"No way," said Paige. Even thinking this was bull shit, she began
walking toward Yaphet because he wanted a blow job. He spread his
legs open and she kneeled between them. She didn't touch his cock
because he wanted to show her something.

"Erect!" Yaphet's cock slapped against his stomach with a thud.
It had turned from limp to hard with one word.

When getting tattooed, Paige had noticed a snake tattoo on
Yaphet's stomach. The snake's body rose from his crotch, straight
as an arrow, the head formed serpentine around his navel. It was
very phallic and the snake had a white, forked tongue that could
have been sperm erupting from a giant penis. Yaphet's hard cock
fitted perfectly into that tattoo down to the serpentine head.
His cock now looked like it had white sperm shooting from the tip
or a white forked tongue. His huge ball sack was now openly
displayed. He even had a tattoo on it, that must have been very
painful.
"It means fertility," he said, answering her silent question.
Just as he finished speaking, a baby started crying in another
room. Rachel promptly headed in the direction of the noise. "You
may come suck it now."

Despite hating the man, Paige yearned for the monster between his
legs. She scooted forward and took it in her hand. Yaphet's huge
cock wouldn't budge. Paige grabbed it with both hands and had to
exert a lot of strength to get it to bend down towards her mouth.
Finally, it moved and Paige sat up on her knees, bringing her
mouth down over the head of his cock.

Master Yaphet's penis was perfect. It shamed even her other black
lover's cocks. Paige bobbed her head rapidly over the serpentine
tip. She swallowed a little more with each downward thrust of her
head until it entered her throat. Even sucking Max's huge cock
wasn't much practice compared to this one. Paige's throat barely
stretched wide enough to accommodate the thick cock, but it did
just make it and she continued swallowing more until she had
taken a good ten inches. At that point she started bobbing her
head again, deep throating him as much as possible.

"Stop!" Yaphet barked. Paige looked up at him while half his cock
was still buried down her throat. "Remove your head from my cock
and go play with yourself on the couch."

Paige backed off his cock, shaking her head with denial. She
turned and sat on the couch. Even as she sat, Amber had taken her
place between the master's legs and was vigorously sucking
Yaphet's giant cock. Amber was obviously a lot more familiar with
it, because in no time her nose was buried in his pubic hair.

"You may speak, Paige. Tell me what you are thinking."

Paige was watching the black man through half-lidded eyes. Her
finger was between her legs, massaging her clit, sometimes
dipping into her wet pussy. "It should be me. Not her. I can do
better. Please, let me suck your cock again. Please," Paige
begged, starting to cry. He was a monster to let her suck on such
a magnificent cock only to take it from her.

Rachel returned to the room and quickly knelt down besides Amber.
Yaphet stood up from his chair to give the two girls easier
access to his cock. They kneeled on either side of him, kissing
his shaft and testicles. They shared his cock. Amber took the
lead. She bent in towards her and sucked for awhile before
bending it over to Rachel. Paige had an orgasm watching them suck
on it.

Amber and Rachel sucked on it for some time before both girl's
suddenly stopped and withdrew their mouths. Amber pointed
Yaphet's cock towards Paige. Paige looked up at Yaphet for
permission. He nodded and she jumped down off the couch. The
three girls formed a triangle with Paige at the tip, Amber on her
left and Rachel on her right. Paige could only suck on the tip
while the other two licked up and down the shaft. Both of the
girl's tongues often licked Paige's mouth where Yaphet's cock
disappeared between her lips.

There was no warning when he came. Paige was gagging on cum even
before she felt his cock jerk as he ejaculated. She gulped as her
mouth completely filled with sperm. The second wad pushed her
head back and Amber took her place. A stream of semen shot out,
splattering on Paige's face before Amber got her mouth over it.
Amber moaned contentedly before pushing it quickly over to
Rachel. Rachel took the cock head in her mouth, her cheeks
quickly bulging out with sperm. Paige swore that Rachel trembled
from an orgasm as she swallowed Yaphet's cum. Rachel stroked
forwards on his shaft, milking it for any remaining drops.

Yaphet sat back down in his chair when his cock quit yielding
sperm. Rachel then turned her hungry eyes to the sperm coating
Paige's face. Both Amber and Rachel began licking the sperm off
Paige's face. Paige found herself kissing them, her lips parting
so that first Rachel's, then Amber's tongue could slip inside her
mouth. Paige found she enjoyed the close contact with other women
and the thought of what that might imply scared her.

"Enough," said Yaphet. Amber and Rachel stood, helping Paige to
her feet. They led Paige over to the couch and sat her at the end
closest to Yaphet while they sat beside her. Paige stared at
Yaphet's huge cock which had quickly deflated and hung over the
chair once again. "Erect," he said and the penis thumped back up
against Yaphet's muscular stomach. Rachel and Amber moaned at the
sight and Paige felt her own pussy throb with excitement.

Yaphet stood off the chair again, then it was his turn to kneel.
He was so big, that his cock lined right up with the three girl's
crotches where they sat on the couch and it was pointed at
Paige's pussy first. "Do you want this?"

Paige squeezed her eyes shut to fight saying the truth, but it
didn't work. "Yes, you monster. I want it." She turned a look
filled with hatred on him. Paige softened her look as she stared
up into his face. She hadn't realized how handsome he was.

Yaphet rubbed his big knobby cock head up and down her wet slit.
Paige moaned as the head pressed against her and her labia parted
for it. "Don't orgasm," said Yaphet. He pounded his hips several
times, his cock forcing it's way deeper inside Paige's pussy.

Paige's gaze alternated from looking down at the monster cock
forcing it's way deep inside her to looking up at his brutish
face with his handsome African features. Yaphet's eyes never left
her face. Whenever she looked up at him, their gaze met. She felt
something pass between them as they stared into each others eyes.
"Fuck me, master." He wanted her to talk. "Fuck me with that big
black cock." He wanted her to vocalize what she was feeling.
"Fuck me harder. Gimme that big black cock." Paige wasn't about
to give him the satisfaction of telling him how much she was
enjoying this. "I love it. I love your black cock, master." Paige
realized she'd been talking all along. She would have cried, but
her whole body felt too good. He was deeper then even Max had
been. Paige felt a giant orgasm building, but it was like someone
had built a dam inside her pussy. Yaphet's great cock head kept
pounding against the damn. Each time he hit, her pending orgasm
seemed to grow, but he never broke through. The next thing she
knew, her pussy was empty. "Noooo!," she cried. "I need to cum."

Yaphet laughed evilly. He stood, towering above Paige, his cock
rampant and mighty, jutting out fourteen inches from his crotch.
She reached up for it, but he stepped back. Yaphet moved to kneel
between Rachel's legs. His well lubricated cock easily entered
her soaked pussy. "You may cum," he said to Rachel, grinning over
at Paige.

Paige was writhing with frustration on the couch. Two fingers
were shoved in her pussy and her free hand was squeezing and
tugging on her right nipple. She needed to cum so bad, but the
dam wouldn't break.

"Cumming," screamed Rachel with only his cock head in her. Yaphet
pushed deeper. Rachel's pussy was obviously used to his big
weapon because she took it all rather easily and he began
pounding her with it. "Cumming. Oh god, I love it. Aaah. Fuck me.
Fu...cumming. Can't stop cumming. Can't take it. Ooh oh yes.
More. No more. Oh fuck it's so good." This went on for fifteen
minutes until Yaphet suddenly quit bucking his hips and held his
cock deep inside her. Rachel screamed loudly as a huge orgasm
burst from her. Paige watched jealously as Rachel passed out from
the pleasure.

"Do you wish to taste my sperm again?" asked Yaphet withdrawing
his rapidly deflating penis from Rachel's pussy.

"Yes," said Paige.

"Well there's plenty." He nodded his head at Rachel's gaping
pussy. Sperm was pouring our of it.

"But..."

"But what? You want my sperm, go lick it up."

The thing that surprised Paige the most was that the idea didn't
disgust her like it should. Rachel, and Amber too for that
matter, were very attractive young women. Paige quit playing with
herself and rolled over to line herself up with the unconscious
girl's pussy.

"Erect," said Yaphet. The giant black man had now positioned
himself between Amber's legs. Amber was holding her pussy lips
apart for him. Yaphet noticed Paige's gaze. He looked at Amber
and said, "Cum!" Amber suddenly shuddered from an orgasm with
Yaphet's cock head still inches from her pussy.

Paige bent her head down and began lapping up strands of semen
from Rachel's thighs before moving up to her crotch. The sounds
of heavy fucking started next to her. Amber was also having
continuous multiple orgasms and every bit as vocal about it as
Rachel had been.

Soon Paige was digging her tongue between the folds of Rachel's
labia trying to lap up every drop of sperm she could get. Rachel
suddenly came alive. Paige felt Rachel's hand caressing her hair
and Rachel's crotch soon began subtly raising itself into Paige's
tongue. "Oh god," moaned Rachel. "Can't take much more." Rachel
came again while humping Paige's mouth.

Paige finished sucking the sperm out of Rachel's pussy about five
minutes before Yaphet deposited a fresh batch inside Amber. Paige
got down on all fours and moved in to lap up Amber's sperm filled
pussy.

"Erect," said Yaphet's voice behind her. His hands grabbed her
thin waist. Paige's tongue was on Amber's pussy when she felt
Yaphet's Cock head press against her pussy. She was still
stretched out from her earlier penetration and several inches of
the black man's penis easily pushed into her.

"May I cum?" asked Paige, more frustrated then ever.

"Tell me what you are first."

"Ah-ugh," cried Paige as Yaphet pushed at least half his cock
into her and her nose went straight into Amber's spread pussy.
"I'm a slut for black cock."

""No. Your attraction to black men was just leading you to me."

"Oh god, pleeese let me cum. I'm a slut for your black cock. I'm
your slut, master."

Yaphet began fucking her at a medium pace. "Finish sucking my
sperm out of that pussy and I may let you cum." Yaphet paused to
watch her attack Amber's pussy. When he started thrusting his
hips again, he helped push her tongue in deeper into Amber.
"There is only my cock. You will fuck no more white men. You will
fuck no more black men. Love me. Serve me. Love what I love."

"I'm done, master. May I cum?" Paige returned her mouth to
Amber's pussy. She no longer wanted to lick it to eat her
master's sperm. She just wanted to eat Amber's pussy some more.
Yaphet loved his sluts and so too did Paige. She balanced her
elbows on the edge of the couch and reached up to fondle Amber's
beautiful big breasts. Amber grabbed her wrists with one hand and
her hair with the other. Amber came hard as Paige vigorously ate
her pussy.

"You may cum when I cum."

Yaphet started fucking Paige hard, too hard for her to continue
licking Amber's pussy. Paige raised her head and laid her cheek
down on Amber's stomach. Amber leaned up and held Paige's
shoulders to help keep her still. Each thrust of Yaphet's cock
probed deeper into Paige. She loved it, loved every inch of it.
Fucking Yaphet was heaven on earth, but she felt she might die
from frustration. Just when she thought she couldn't take it
anymore, Yaphet's cock jerked as he buried it and held it still.
A powerful jet of sperm hosed her womb and the dam finally burst.

Paige found herself overwhelmed with pleasure. Her orgasm was
huge and unending. It continued as long Yaphet's cock continued
to shoot sperm inside her. Darkness filled her eyesight and her
consciousness began slipping away. The last thing Paige heard was
Yaphet's voice saying, "Forget your previous life. There is only
me."

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

George woke up alone.

He climbed out of bed, stretched, and was surprised to find Paige
wasn't in the restroom. He threw some shorts on and left the room
thinking his wife was probably going for a morning swim or
getting a soda, but she was nowhere to be found. Curious, but not
yet worried, he returned to the room determined to wait for his
wife. Hours passed.

George finally called the police late in the afternoon. The
policeman that arrived to take his statement was polite asking
the usual questions. He wanted to know if they'd had a fight, if
Paige had been drunk or used drugs. The bottom line was that they
needed 48 hours to declare her missing, but the police would be
on the lookout for any female matching her description.

George had a difficult time calling Paige's parents, but he did
his duty. Paige's dad offered to come down immediately, but
George told him to wait another day. George left a note for Paige
should she show up. He left to wander the city. And he found his
wife.

"Paige?" George called and she turned to smile at him. He had
watched her for fifteen minutes walking the main street passing
out pamphlets. The barely legal bikini she was wearing garnered
her a lot of attention from men, but she seemed to go out of her
way finding women to hand the pamphlets to. "Paige?" he asked
again, she didn't seem to know who he was.

"Here you go," she said, passing him a pamphlet.

"Paige, it's George. Don't you recognize me?"

"I'm sorry, have we met?"

George grabbed her bare shoulders. "Paige, I'm your husband."

"Let go of me," she said, loudly.

A man in a navy uniform who was so big he didn't seem to have a
neck, placed a big hand on George's chest and gave him a little
push back so that George released his wife. "You need help,
ma’am?" asked the sailor.

"Thank you. This man just grabbed me." Paige backed off a few
steps.

"She's my wife, gawddammit."

"Settle down there, mister," said the sailor, while Paige turned
and ran off. "Let her go." The burly young man waited till Paige
was out of sight before he took his hand off George. "Now you
just let the young lady go, buddy. I'm gonna keep an eye on you."

George was a big guy and he gave the sailor a threatening stare,
but decided it wasn't worth it and backed down. He had bigger
things to worry about. George looked down at the paper in his
hand. It gave directions to a residence a tattoo artist was
working out of.

An hour later George sat down on the stairs of a residence and
watched the house across the street that was the address on the
pamphlet. A girl in a bikini was sunning herself in the front
yard reading, of all things, a Hustler magazine. A guy approached
her asking about getting a tattoo. The girl led him inside, soon
returning outside to her magazine.

The customer now sporting a tattoo on his bicep, left the house
around an hour and a half after arriving, just as George noticed
Paige walking down the sidewalk. He didn't think this day could
have gotten any more bizarre, but it did. Paige and the other
girl in the bikini greeted each other by embracing and kissing.
It wasn't a peck on the lips, the two bikini clad women hugged
each other like lovers and kissed deeply. Paige even grabbed the
girls ass as they kissed. They broke their embrace and Paige
entered the house.

George got up off the stairs. "Excuse me," he called to the girl
in the bikini. "Is this the right place to get a tattoo?"

"Yes," said the girl, standing up. "Come inside and I'll see if
the master is available." The girl led George into a room with a
recliner and tattooing equipment. "Have a seat." She left through
another door and George swore he heard his wife's voice saying,
"It's so big." The girl returned. "The master will be with you in
about twenty minutes."

"Why do you call him master?"

"Yaphet is a master of the art of tattooing. Sit back and relax.
I will be outside if you need anything."

George stood up as she left. He approached the door he'd heard
his wife's voice coming from. This time, he heard a man's voice
saying, "Suck that big cock, slut."

George turned the handle. He threw the door open and burst into
the room. The sight stunned him and eliminated any element of
surprise he'd had. Paige was naked on her knees before a muscular
giant of a black man and probably the scariest, ugliest black man
he'd ever seen. Paige's head was in the man's crotch and all
George could see was the back of her head. "Get the fuck out of
here," growled the black man.

"T-that's my wife, mother fucker." George had recovered and stood
just as Paige turned her head to see the intruder. The black
man's massive penis slapped up against his stomach as she
released it. "Dear god!" George had never seen anything like it.

George made a fist and prepared to charge forwards, but the black
man was no longer in the same spot. No one that big should have
been able to move that fast, but the black man was so quick he
was nearly a blur. Still, George swung, but the black man was
already inside his swing. One huge hand grabbed George's neck and
squeezed.

"Master, I swear I've never seen this man before," said Paige.

George's oxygen was cut off. For a moment he felt as if he were
rising up into heaven, but realized the black man was lifting him
up by the neck. George's feet no longer rested on the ground. His
eyes bulged out. Everything went black.

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

George woke up in his motel room. He stretched and climbed out of
bed. Paige wasn't with him. Everything was foggy, but the events
of yesterday soon came rushing back to him. His lip hurt him.
When he reached up to touch it, it felt sore and swollen. Sure
enough, it was all puffy when he looked at himself in the mirror.
It was the inside of his lip that hurt the worst. George reached
up and grabbed his lower lip. He pulled his lip down and promptly
decided he'd kill the black tattoo artist. A black penis was
tattooed on the inside of his lip. Holding his lip out like he
was, the head of the black penis was pointing in towards his
mouth.

There was also a sore spot between his ass cheeks. George turned
around and looked over his should. He had another tattoo of a
black cock on his ass, the head pointing towards his anus. "That
fucking black bastard," he said.

George dressed himself and was surprised to discover it was
around two in the morning. He left his motel room determined to
have his revenge on the black tattoo master. He strolled
purposefully in the direction of the tattooist's house, but his
steps faltered as he passed a bar. George suddenly was very
thirsty. He stepped inside the bar and walked up to the
bartender, ordering a drink. George sat down, noticing for the
first time the clientele were all men. It was a gay bar.

"This drink is on the gentlemen at the end of the bar," said the
bartender.

George turned and stared. The man who had bought him the drink
took it as an invitation. He got up and moved over to sit by
George. He was a skinny, effeminate black man with dyed blonde
hair. "First time here?" asked the man.

"Yes," said George as the tattoos on his ass and lips began
throbbing.

"Honey, your gonna love Key West." The black man winked at him
and put his hand on George's knee.

THE END

Author’s Note: Though not truly connected, I tied some of my IR
mind control stories together. Yaphet mentions getting his dyes
from Mobutu, which is the name of African in “Wendy and The
Witchdoctor”. In that story Mobutu mentions Mama Juju from “Mama
Juju and The Black Mamba Man.”