I Do!
-- by lightswitch © November 2007

[M/F, (F/F, lesbian), reluctant/forced, interracial, black
female, white female, white male, domination, rape (female
forcibly takes male/female), forced marriage]

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Synopsis: A beautiful black Amazon shows up at Ben’s door,
announcing she’s there to fuck him … and then marry him. She’s
accompanied by her sister, who has her own plans for Ben’s
live-in fiancée.
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Ben was up to his ears in pussy.

And he was loving it. He lapped lovingly at the auburn-crested
cunt before him, marveling how exotic it seemed when compared to
the pussies of brunettes or blondes.

He loved orally servicing women. Although, now that he was
engaged, this pleasure would be limited to this woman: His
fiancée, the lovely red-headed Karen.

He was lovingly licking her clit when he got … “the Tap.”

Two fingers, tapping his shoulder. Ben’s heart sank. Not “the
Tap” – that dreaded signal that you just weren’t “doing it” for
her and she’d prefer you stop! Hadn’t he been performing
adequately? Was his technique off?  He was certain he knew his
way around “down there!” So what was the problem.

“Sorry,” Karen said, as he regretfully raised his head. “It’s
just not happening for me, tonight.” She gave him a smile. “It’s
not you,” she reassured him, “it’s me.”

Ben regarded his fiancée, as she rolled over to go to sleep.

“It’s always ‘you,’ though,” he thought. “Nothing I do seems to
really arouse you. It’s as if you just ‘put up’ with my overtures
so you won’t hurt my feelings.”

Was she a lesbian, he wondered?

“Or maybe my technique really *does* suck,” he thought, bitterly.
 She hadn’t pulled up the sheets, so she lay there, nude, with
her back to him.

Karen was beautiful, by any measure. A gorgeous face; perfect,
pale, alabaster skin; long copper-red hair; a great figure …

Why then did he find himself periodically questioning his
decision to accept her proposal of marriage, two months ago?

Ben sighed heavily. He knew the answer, he just didn’t want to
admit it: Karen was a “cold fish.”  She had never seemed to
really enjoy sex or intimacy much; and that had become even more
pronounced after their engagement. He had hoped that after she’d
moved in, things would change.

But … no such luck. If anything, they were having even *less* sex
than before.

Ben had always been popular with the ladies, but for some reason,
he had just not been able to warm up his beautiful red-headed
fiancée … or bring her to climax. She rarely allowed him to
perform oral sex on her, and would never think of performing it
on him. The few times he’d been able to entice her into
intercourse, she’d laid there like a log until either he achieved
his own grudging release or got dejected and rolled off.

It was now 9 p.m.  He had slyly suggested they go to bed early,
tonight, and had been thrilled when she’d agreed. And when she
finally agreed to let him go down on her tonight, he thought
things might be different, this time.

He’d been wrong.

His balls ached with need – it had been almost two months since
they’d had intercourse and almost a week since he’d “taken
matters into his own hands.”

If he didn’t have release soon, he’d burst!

Sighing in resignation, he slid a well-thumbed magazine from his
underwear drawer and trudged towards the bathroom.

“Looks like it’s time for another solo session,” he muttered.
Strangely, he found he was OK with this. At least he would
achieve a satisfactory release.

The chime of the doorbell startled him.

“Not now!” he groaned, trying to hide his now-painful erection by
cinching the belt on his robe. “Who the hell is at our door at
this time of night?!?”

He jogged towards the front door. “If Karen wakes up,” he
thought, “I may end up getting forced to have sex with her, after
all, and won’t get a chance to jerk off.”

He stopped, realizing what he was thinking. “I’d rather
masturbate than have sex with my fiancée?!?” he asked himself.
“Are relations with her really so unsatisfying that it’s come to
this?!?”

Dejected, he knew that this was exactly what it had come to.

“That’s it then,” he sighed, in resignation. “No matter how
uncomfortable it might be, I have to call off the engagement …
break up with her completely. I’m 40 years old -- I can’t enter
into marriage with someone like that, knowing what it will mean
for the remainder of my sex life!”

The insistent doorbell jarred his attention back.

“Coming!” he called. “Coming!”

He flicked on the porch light and opened the door, intent on
giving any salesman a piece of his mind.

Standing at the door were two, unfamiliar black women.

The first was a beautiful Amazon of a woman, standing at least
6’5”. She was a big woman, well muscled and fit – incredibly
proportioned, all in all!  She was stunningly attractive and
reminded him of some African Goddess, except for the slack
expression on her face that made him wonder if she might be
mildly retarded. Long, lovely brown hair cascaded down around her
shoulders. She couldn’t have been older than 23.

The beautiful, dark Amazon smiled at him.

“Ahm here t’fuck you.” she announced.

Ben’s head shot up. Had he heard that right?!? Had dire sexual
deprivation caused him to hallucinate?  Maybe these two were
hookers who had arrived at the wrong address?

The other woman was definitely cut from different cloth than her
companion: She appeared about twice as old as the other  -- a
thick, solid woman, who stood about 5’10”.  She was very
heavy-set and had somewhat coarse features – a far cry from her
gorgeous friend. Her silvery hair had been shaved into almost a
buzz-cut.  This woman sported a large, curious tattoo on her
shoulder: An acronym in white lettering, overlaid by black
lettering, giving a “reverse shadow” effect.

The tattoo read: “D.A.A.L.S.”

Ben had no idea what that might stand for.

“Ahm Delilah,” the stocky woman told him. “This is my sister,
Amy.”

The one who called herself Delilah smiled.

“She gonna be your wife,” the stocky woman told him.

The bigger woman -- Amy -- flashed him a dazzling white smile,
nodding.

Ben stood, stunned, unable to process what was happening.

“Who …?” he gasped. “What …?”

The women ignored him and shouldered past, casually strolling
into his house.

Ben turned to confront them and try to make sense of what was
happening.

“Look,” he said, trying to collect his thoughts. “You can’t just
waltz into my house …!’

“*Our* house,” Delilah corrected him. “Your wife becomes part
owner of everything you have. And I, her lovin’ sister, am here
to make sure you don’t take advantage of the poor thing.”

Ben was almost dizzy with confusion. “You keep saying that!” he
protested. “But I’m NOT marrying your sister! I never even *met*
your sister before!”

Delilah nodded. “I know,” she acknowledged. “I arranged all
this.”

Ben’s confusion was making him reel. “You?!?” he asked/ accused.

The stocky woman smiled.

“Yup!” she smiled. “Me!”

“Y’see,” she explained, “Amy here is a sweet child ... a good
child. But she’s a lil’ … tetched in the head, if y’know what ah
mean.”

Ben looked at the beautiful Amazon, who was smiling lustily, but
vacantly, at him.

He nodded his comprehension.

“Anyways,” Delilah continued, “thangs were fine until she become
a teenager an’ started fillin’ out. Then she had boys all over
her like bees on honey!” The stocky woman shook her head,
ruefully. “Before ah knowed it, Amy was fuckin’ every boy around.
That, in spite o’ her being a real Dominant – she always hadda be
in control.  Still, it seems dat weren’t enough t’keep all the
boys away.”

A serious expression replaced her smile. “But none o’ dem boys
was good enough for mah blood-sistah!” she grumbled. “Low-down
no-‘counts! None o’ dem had a job or was willin’ t’make a honest
woman outta her. None o’ dem cared ‘bout *her* an’ *her* needs!”

“Ah got sent up for a stretch,” she sheepishly admitted. “More
than once. But ah met a ‘sistah’ in D.A.A.L.S. who hooked me up
wid her organization and helped me git mah feet back under me.”

“D.A.A.L.S.?” Ben interrupted.  “What’s D.A.A.L.S.?”

Delilah ignored him and continued her story.

“Anyways,” she said, “we figgered that Amy – although a pretty
an’ good chile – didn’ have the reasonin’ powers t’select a
propah mate. So we did some searchin’ an …”

“An’ we found you!” Amy finished, giving Ben an adoring smile.

“Me?!?” Ben asked, incredulously. “How in the world did you find
*me*?!?  What makes you think *I* would be a good husband?!?”

Delilah tsked her disapproval. “You too modest,” she said. “You a
good man – Got a good job, don’ gamble or run with da boys, don’
drink heavily.” She smiled. “You’s nice t’wimmen and kind
t’animals. A propah gentleman!  You’d treat Amy well and give her
duh life she deserve!”

Delilah smiled mischievously. “You also like dominant,
ball-bustin’ wimmen, so you’ll love lettin’ Amy be all dominatrix
on yo white ass.”

Ben was too stunned to respond. This was ridiculous! This
couldn’t be happening!

“Look,” he said, “your sister seems *very* nice and she is *very*
attractive!” Amy blushed and smiled.

“But, that doesn’t mean I’m going to *marry* her!” He floundered
to explain what should be obvious. “I … I’m already engaged, for
one thing!”

“To me,” a new voice said, angrily.

It was Karen, standing in the doorway to the bedroom, still
unabashedly nude.

“Karen!” Ben said, with a  guilty start. He knew he’d done
nothing wrong, but he couldn’t help feeling he’d just been
‘busted.’

“How long have you been there?!?” he asked, weakly.

She glared at him. “I came just in time to hear ‘I’m here to fuck
you,’ when you opened the door,” she snarled at him, before
turning her attention back to the two intruders.

“She’s mad at me?!?” Ben thought, in disbelief. “Why is she mad
at *me*?!?”

“So,” Karen told the two women, “As I said, he’s already engaged
– to me!”

He heard Deliliah laugh and turned his attention to the two
trespassers. Both were peeling off their clothes.

“Dat’s where ah comes in,” the stocky black woman told Karen.
“Amy gits yer man … an ah gits you.”

Karen looked at her in confusion. “You … ‘get’ … me?” she
repeated, uncomprehendingly.

Delilah nodded. “Civil Unions is legal in dis state,” she
explained. “Amy will fuck Ben, here. He’ll either be seduced inta
marryin’ her cuz o’ the great sex, guilted inta marryin’ her if
she gits pregnant, or blackmailed inta marryin’ her when we goes
t’the police wid his DNA in her pussy.”

Ben swallowed nervously. That was ridiculous! The police wouldn’t
believe any rape allegation just because his semen was found
inside her!

Would they?

He shook his head. Forget that! There was no way his semen was
going to get INTO that woman, to begin with!

Ben’s beautiful redheaded fiancée gave Delilah a frosty smile.
“And what about me?” she asked, in a low, dangerous voice.
“You’re saying that you actually believe you can force me into a
… lesbian marriage?!?”

Delilah smiled. “Dat’s right, baby,” she purred. “Ahm gonna fuck
you like you *never* been fucked befo’. Yer gonna be beggin’ t’be
mah bitch, afore the night is over.”

She waved at Ben and Amy. “We’ll live wid duh happy couple here …
an’ ah kin keep an eye on Ben – ahm sure we picked right an’ he
won’t try t’manipulate mah sistah, though. He’ll be nice an’
submissive … gittin’ hisself fucked silly, every night.”

Both black women were now nude and Ben could feel his erection
swell painfully, under the belt of his robe.

Maybe it was the months of unwanted abstinence, but Ben
discovered that Amy looked absolutely incredible -- he found he
couldn’t take his eyes from her. The black giantess was
absolutely perfectly proportioned to her height, with perhaps
overly generous chest and hips. Her deep-chocolate skin seemed to
have a sensual radiance that made it painful for him to even
breathe. Two large, stiff, velvety black nipples adorned her
massive brown breasts. Her lips were parted and she was looking
at him with undisguised lust.

For the first time that evening, Ben seriously considered that he
might get fucked.

He found he had mixed feelings about it.

“I should be true to my fiancée!” he thought. “But … my God! This
‘Amy’ is just *gorgeous*! So big! So black! So beautiful! So
exotic!“

Delilah was strangely exotic, in her own way. While she was
nowhere near the beauty her sister was, the stocky woman had her
own air of eroticism. “Probably because I’d fuck anything, about
now,” Ben thought ruefully.

He was amazed by Delilah’s breasts. Large, dark, droopy … they
sported the biggest aureoles he had *ever* seen – freakishly
large, like two black dinner plates!  And her nipples stood out,
like fat, erect, black thumbs. He felt his erection surge as he
ogled Delilah’s large, dark breasts.

“That isn’t going to happen” he heard Karen snarl. Delilah,
completely nude, smiled and dropped into a crouch. The two women
circled one another.  Delilah had an immense, round ass. Her
midsection was proportionally thicker than Amy’s, although the
older sister was shorter.

Amy spun Ben around to face her, distracting him from the
interracial catfight starting behind him.

“Ahm gonna fuck you, now, white boy,” she murmured, huskily, a
trickle of drool escaping from her thick, parted lips. “Ahm gonna
fuck you an’ then ah is gonna marry you!”  He stood, paralyzed
like a deer on the highway, watching the deadly approach of two
mammoth, ebony headlights.

He heard the snarling, cursing, and tussling of Karen and
Delilah, as they went at it, behind him.

Amy slowly wrapped him in her arms and drew him close. “Ahm gonna
take real good care o’ you, hubby!” she promised, sealing her
lovely, full lips over his mouth. Her kiss was long and deep and
his erection strained in response.

He felt her smile as she continued to kiss him. “Yeah,” she
sighed, opening his robe to stroke his engorged member. “You *do*
like me, doncha!” The giantess crushed him close and eased him to
the floor, slipping off his robe as they descended.

Ben didn’t know what to do. On one hand, he knew he should resist
… he shouldn’t allow himself to be forced into a sexual situation
… must less into a marriage! He had to stand up for himself …
stand firm!  He was engaged, for Chrissakes!

Only … he had been about to break the engagement off.

And God knew … he *was* standing firm, at the moment!  Painfully
firm!

He lying was on the carpet now, and the beautiful black Amazon
was lowering herself on top of him.

“I shouldn’t be lying here!” he thought. He should be saving
Karen – technically still his fiancée – from the lesbian attack
she was even now enduring!  He should withdraw himself from this
situation … save Karen … kick these two interlopers out … !
Except …

Except …

Except … it felt so damned good!

Amy had his painfully erect cock clenched in her big hand,
stroking it as she kissed him, probing her tongue deeply into his
mouth.

Ben’s legs shook with pent-up desire. It had been so long … !

Slowly, reluctantly, the beautiful, black giantess broke her
kiss. “Tahm fer sumpin bettah,” she whispered, hovering over him,
her beautiful, dark face hovering enticingly near.

“Eat me,” she murmured. Her face was so close to his that he
could feel her breath – hot and moist -- on his face, as she
spoke. She regarded him with beautiful, dark brown eyes,
half-closed with arousal.

“Please,” she begged. “Lick mah pussy. Ah know white folk love
t’eat pussy!” Without waiting for his to reply, she began slowly
inching up his body.

“Oh fuck!” he thought, pure, unadulterated lust making his breath
catch in his throat. “She going to do it! This big, beautiful,
black woman is going to take me … sit on my face … fuck me …” 
Her enormous brown breasts dragged across his lips, making him
moan in arousal.  He tried to suck one fat, dark nipple into his
mouth, but her need was too great to dawdle; she continued to
inch up his body, slowly bringing her cunt closer to his panting
mouth.

“Dat’s it baby,” she cooed. “Just a lil’ more … !”  She was now
sitting on his chest, pinning his shoulders with her knees.  Her
big ass was crushing down him, causing him to gasp for breath. He
was completely pinned and could only look up adoringly at the
beautiful African giantess who was subduing him.

She cupped her huge breasts and moaned, rubbing her aroused
snatch on his chest, leaving hot, wet tracks across his torso.
Looking up, and could see her stiff, black nipples, jutting
prominently from her heavy, dark-brown breasts, as she straddled
him.

She continued inching up his chest.

He could smell her now – the hot musky scent of her arousal
filled his nose and made his head spin.

Finally, she passed his chest and straddled his head, one thick,
brown thigh pushed against each ear. Her hot, hairy muff hovered
less than an inch over his mouth. He could see drops of her
excitement glisten in the pubic hair around her swollen, dark
labia.

She brought her pussy lower, gently stroking it across his dry,
parted lips. Droplets of her juice moistened his lips and tongue
and he greedily sucked them.

“Eat me, baby,” she whispered. “Show me how a white boy services
his woman.”  Slowly, she lowered herself onto his now-willing
face.

Ben’s mind reeled as her hot, wet pussy pushed up against his
mouth. Her slick labia spread and he felt his entire face slide
up into her hot, wet slit.  He realized he was in danger of
climaxing at any second and fought for control.

It turned out that he didn’t have to do anything to please his
giant lover. He couldn’t have done anything if he’d wanted –
pinned beneath her smothering, dark crotch, he was unable to
maneuver. With Amy’s big, wet gash sliding over his face, he was
unable to control where he might lick or suckle – all he could do
was lie back as the beautiful black Goddess fucked his face.

Several times he thought he might pass out, from the intense
pressure of her weight, the lack of air, and the incredible
arousal he felt, smothered by her fevered pussy as it glided up
and down over his face. She was in complete control as she rubbed
herself in lustful tribadism over the pinned white man.

After what seemed an eternity, but also far too quickly, he felt
her tense, shudder, and climax. Warm juices bathed his face and
he greedily tried to lap and swallow as much as he could. He
could no longer breathe and didn’t care. “If I die,” he thought,
enjoying the sensations of the slick, thick cuntlips wrapped
around him, engulfing his face, “I’ll die happy!”

Consciousness had started to slip away when his Amazon Goddess
finally lifted her slick, sated slit from his face.

“God!” Amy murmured, fondling her painfully erect nipples.
“Delilah was right! Nobody gits their face fucked like white
folk!”  Ben strained to lick the drooling gash that hovered above
him.

“I’ve never been so turned on in my life!” he realized. “I don’t
want this to end!”

The huge black woman slid down to straddle his hips.

“Look at da lovers!” she snickered, gesturing across the room.

Ben strained his neck and saw Karen and Delilah, still wrestling
and locked in a vicious 69 position.  The stocky black woman was
on top of her opponent. Both women had their legs firmly locked
around the other’s head as they strained for dominance.

The only difference was in the position of the women’s arms and
legs.

The black woman was straddling the white woman’s face, legs
spread wide so her pussy smothered her opponent. Delilah’s pelvis
was pistoning up and down, pummeling Karen’s pale, defenseless
face. The stocky black woman had both arms wrapped around the
redhead’s hips, clasping her beautiful, creamy ass close and
forcing it hard against the black woman’s skilled, questing
tongue and lips.

The white woman was on her back. While her legs clenched
Delilah’s head, both of Karen’s legs were extended and rigid,
toes pointing towards the ceiling. Ben could see the stark
outline of straining muscles along her pale thighs and calves.
Karen’s arms were pinned beneath the black woman’s legs, her
fingers clawing reflexively at the carpet.

“Karen’s climaxing!” Ben realized.

But it wasn’t “just a climax!” Judging by the paroxysms of
pleasure wracking the white girl’s body, it must be the
equivalent of wiping out while surfing a tsunami!

The interlocked women maintained their positions for over a
minute; the only movement discernible being the black woman’s
head, bobbing frantically between the white woman’s taut,
paralyzed legs as Delilah devoured her spasming prey.

Finally, the sensory-overload paralysis seemed to pass and the
white woman’s legs crashed back to the ground. Her nerveless
fingers twitched, but stopped raking the carpet.

Delilah rose, a satisfied, smug look on her coarse features as
she licked Karen’s juices from her thick lips. She stood,
regarding the dazed redhead, panting on the floor.

“Dat was a nice warm-up,” she smirked, reaching down to grab
Karen by her copper-colored tresses. “Now let’s go in the other
room so’s ah kin really fuck you!”

The stocky black woman casually strolled to the bedroom, dragging
the semi-conscious white woman by her hair.

“Dat’s so hot!” Amy breathed, rubbing her sopping cunt against
Ben’s rock-hard cock. “How bout you, lover? You ready t’git
fucked?”

Ben was. This African Goddess was just too desirable to resist
any longer.

“We keep the condoms in the bedroom,” he confessed., “in the
drawer of the nightstand.” He moaned as he felt his rigid shaft
glide up along the crack of her labia, sliding against her moist
slit.

“Don’t need no rubbahs,” the beautiful, black Amazon whispered,
tilting her wide pelvis as she rubbed herself over him. “You
gonna give me a baby an’ we’s gonna git married!”

Without using her hands, she slid Ben into her.

Ben was paralyzed with conflicting emotions. He was panicked that
he was having unprotected sex – he had been conditioned all his
life about the dangers of pregnancy and disease. But the
exquisite feeling of the big woman’s tight, scalding-hot pussy as
it engulfed him …

Straddling him in a parody of a schoolboy pin, Amy began to fuck
him.

She didn’t make love to him.

She didn’t have sex with him.

She fucked him.

Ben was helpless under the big woman and soon found himself
giving in completely. She was going to do whatever she wanted to
him and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do to stop it – even
if he’d wanted to.

And he found he no longer wanted to.

“I’m being raped,” he thought. “This big, simple-minded black
woman is holding me down and raping me.”  The realization made
his head spin, with ever-growing arousal.

Distantly, he heard Karen screaming.

Part of him stirred, wanting to free himself to come to his
fiancée’s aid. But he slowly un-tensed in amazed realization as
he listened more closely.

“Oh please!” he heard Karen scream. “No more! NoMore! I can’t …
take … it!”

Low, guttural grunts punctuated each of the white girl’s panted
words. “Please! You’re … killing … me!  Please!”  Don’t … !”

Her voice became more shrill and panicked with every word.

“Don’t … make … me …cuuuuuuuUUUUH!!!”

Her protest trailed off, crescendoing into a mindless scream of
ecstasy, which lasted for a minute or two.

Startled, Ben realized that his own arousal was peaking.

“Amy!” he begged the big woman fucking him. “Please … stop! I’m
getting … too … close …!”

The beautiful black woman smiled and picked up her tempo. “You’re
mine!” she grunted, continuing to fuck him.

“No!” he gasped, feeling the inevitable and all but unstoppable
build-up of pressure in his balls and brain. “Please!  Have to …
pull out … now!!!”

From the bedroom, he heard Karen sobbing.  “Please!” she begged,
gasping for air. “I … can’t … take it!  You’re going to … kill
m…!” Her words were cut off, muffled as if she was suddenly being
smothered by something thick …meaty …

Almost immediately, he heard the white girl’s muffled orgasmic
screams as she was forced to yet another climax.

Between his own rape, on the living room floor, and the sounds of
Karen’s lesbian rape in the other room, his long-suffering cock
exploded.

He screamed out loud as his spine seemed to liquefy and jet from
his cock and into Amy.  The big black woman raping him continued
her furious pace, savagely fucking him as he remained pinned
under her. A look of triumph and satisfaction temporarily
eclipsed her look of intense arousal.

“You mine, white boy!” she proclaimed, pounding her pelvis down
on him, repeatedly.  He felt his mind dissolve as the orgasm
washed over him.  He pumped load after load into her demanding
cunt, idly wondering where he had had all of that stored, until
now.

“You all mine!” she panted.

To his climax-wracked brain, it seemed as if the powerful black
woman had wrapped him in a mind-numbing orgasm and then squeezed
it tight – preventing all movement … all thought … all
resistance.

He felt like a butterfly being added to a collection, impaled by
a thick pin of pure pleasure, writhing helplessly but unable to
die.

“How long can this last?” part of him wondered, strangely
detached. “How long can *I* last?!?”  Never in his life had he
climaxed this hard, or for this long.

He seriously considered the probability of organ damage.

Finally, mercifully, the orgasm passed. If he were not already
lying on the floor, pinned under the passionate giantess, he
would have collapsed. His mind fluttered at the edges of
consciousness.

Smiling broadly, Amy rose to her feet, releasing his thoroughly
subdued cock. . He didn’t fully realize how heavy the beautiful
black Amazon was until she got off him. He could breathe again
and suddenly felt light enough to float.

Delilah and Karen had returned to the living room. Both were nude
and the white woman looked pale and shaken, leaning heavily
against the stocky black woman. Ben could see the redhead’s legs
trembling visibly, her thighs shimmering with cunt juice.

Delilah put a thick, dark protective arm around the quivering
redhead.

Trembling himself, he allowed Amy to help him to his feet.

“Dat was real nice!” Amy glowed, giving Ben a light kiss on the
lips. “You right, Delilah! Ben is de man for me!”

Ben was still dazed, but tried to protest.

“Wait!” he gasped, still trying to catch his breath and steady
his legs. The idea of a forced marriage was just … unthinkable!
All of his life, he naturally assumed he’d marry a nice,
attractive girl … not some -- admittedly gorgeous -- black Amazon
woman!

He stopped, suddenly realizing how far from that ideal a marriage
to Karen would have been.

“We … we can’t get *married*!” he pleaded to Amy and Delilah.

To his surprise, Karen spoke up.

“Maybe …” she countered, blushing furiously. “Maybe we shouldn’t
be so quick to dismiss the idea, Ben.”

Delilah gave the ravaged white woman a loving squeeze. “Git
dressed,” the silver-haired black woman told the thoroughly
seduced redhead. “We’s goin’ down t’City Hall and getting’
hitched. Today!”

Crimson with shame and latent arousal, Karen hung her head
submissively and went to get dressed.

“Amazing!” Ben thought. “Delilah actually did it! She seduced
Karen until she broke and made her a submissive!”  Well, that
might explain all the trouble Ben and Karen had had in bed …
she’d been in denial about her true nature and he had been
unaware.

Amy pulled Ben close and kissed him gently, but with passion.

“How boutchu, lover?” she said, reaching down to fondle his
exhausted cock, which, amazingly, began to stir. “Do ah really
hafta get nasty and force ya?”

She gently pushed his head to one of her mammoth breasts. Her
thick, velvety black nipple grazed his parted, panting lips.

“Donchu wanna be mine?” the black giantess purred. “Donchu wanna
be mine forevuh an’ do whatever ah say?”

Ben felt his resistance drain away as if it were never there. “I
can’t refuse her,” he realized. “She’s too strong – in body and
will. Too dominant. Too rawly sexual.”

She pushed her hardened nipple into his slack mouth and he began
to reflexively suck it.

“Donchu wan me t’marry you?” she whispered, giving his balls a
painful squeeze. “So’s you kin be mah lil’ white fuck toy? Donchu
wanna do whatever it takes t’please me?”  She thrust her pelvis
out and rubbed her still-wet pussy against him, leaving a wet
mark on his navel.

“Yes,” Ben murmured, the final vestiges of his will breaking in
surrender as he sank to his knees, lips tracing a path from her
full, brown breasts, down her taut mahogany stomach, and deep
into the dark, thick, furry muff between her legs.

“I do!” he whispered, burying his face in her sex.

Amy smiled as she let him go down on her. She stood, legs spread,
before her kneeling white supplicant.

“Thas what ah wanted t’hear,” she murmured, moaning at the
pleasure his skilled tongue was providing. “Ah do!”

After a few more satisfying sessions, the two black women took
their white conquests down to City Hall and married them, forcing
a final “I do” from each and fully taking over Ben and Karen’s
lives, forever.