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Subject: {ASSM} Creola part 1
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CREOLA


	When Lamont seen his buxom black wife Creola, in only her panties,
kneeling on a large leopard skin pillow that was sitting on the
circular coffee table, sucking his white landlord's cock, he wanted to
rush down stairs and rescue his wife from the large white man.  Two
things stopped him, first his wife kneeling with her hands behind her
back, appeared to be willingly pumping her light skinned face on what
looked like a thick 9 or 10 inch white cock. Second Lamont's little
penis was rock hard and easily seen through his thin jockey shorts, he
could not go down stairs and confront his white landlord in his
aroused state. The other thing was he was no match for the former
drill instructor.
The big white man, Mick Halstrom was saying the most degrading things
to his wife, "Look at you bobbing your face on my cock! Suck! Suck!
Suck! Is this what you colored wives are good for?? Answer me slut!!"
To which his Creola gave a strangled sounding affirmative moan around
the huge cock deep in her mouth.  "You're a cum hungry bitch aren't
you, take it deeper," Mick grabbed her by her thick ponytail and began
to force his cock deeper in Creola's mouth, causing her to gag and
pull back. "Bad, bad bitch!!! You black slut, don't you pull back,"
SMACK, SMACK! SMACK!! Mick reaching down slapped Creola's large rear
saying, "Don't you ever pull back from my dick again!!" Mick rubbed
and squeezed Creola's big ass cheeks while expressing his view of
them, "These big ass cheeks need a good spanking, don't they?"  Creola
submissively peeped, "No Mr. Mick, sir, they don't"  "Well slut I
think they do but I will give you a choice, do you want a spanking or
do you want to suck my cock some more?" Creola moaned, "I want to suck
cock sir."  Mick further humiliating her, "I might want some black
pussy, is it wet bitch?"  Creola mortified whined, "Please sir don't..."
SMACK! SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!! Mick repeatedly slapped the black
wife's ass, "Not whining, answer me! "Yes sir it is wet!!! Please
don't fuck me, let me suck your cock, please," and with that Mick
grabbed her by her hair and began to roughly face fuck Lamont's wife.
Creola gagged and coughed and the big white dick jack hammered in and
out of her mouth, soon a river of saliva was coursing down her large
brown breasts.  Her nipples, now one-inch black spikes revealed her
extreme state of arousal and her pussy was a dripping mire of cuntal
secretion.
The glub, glub sounds of her face fucking, the demeaning words and the
sight of his wife being mastered were such an extreme turn on that
Lamont had already cum once without touching himself. And now he was
furiously jacking off to the sight of the big white man brutally
gagging his wife with his big thick dick. Mick now was holding
Creola's hair again and crudely slapping her ass, whenever he felt she
needed more motivation to take his cock deeper.  Creola's little
whimpers and squeaks, the spectacle of her brown breast covered in a
river of thick slimy spit, the harsh face fucking and her meekness to
it all were too much for Lamont.  Just he felt an intense cum shot
approaching, Mick shot an enormous white load all over Creola's brown
face. As Lamont quietly cowered back up the stairs he saw Mick hand
his wife a spoon, "Slut clean up your face and don't waste a drop.
As Lamont returned to his bedroom, his head spinning, he began to
think about what he had just seen and how his wife could let their
white landlord humiliate her.
In spring of 1977 Lamont and Creola Wilson had just arrived in Japan.
Lamont had to pull a 3-year tour of duty in Osaka and against his
friends advice he took his wife along.  Everyone said that the cost of
living in Japan was too high for a 3 stripe Marine Sergeant and a
wife, the cost of a nice apartment would almost wipe out his pay.
However Creola had just had a miscarriage and didn't want to be left
alone in the states for three years.  After all they had been trying
to have kids for the last 6 years and now at age 28, Creola
desperately to have a child before she was 30.  All of her friends
back home in Mississippi had 2 or 3 kids and she felt left out.  She
often wondered why she had such a hard time conceiving, Lamont said
his equipment was working right, but he never seemed to be able to
last more than a minute or two, he said this was normal for a man. She
found herself thinking if he was more aggressive or had a bigger dick
the sex would last longer, and besides she had always heard that black
men had the big ones and were good at sex but Lamont seemed to be just
the opposite.
Unfortunately for Creola she could do nothing about Lamont. He would
play with her big titties making her pussy tingle and then climb on
top of her, push his dick inside her and bam, it was all over he would
almost always immediately cum. It had left her feeling cheated.
Cheated by Lamont because she could hardly feel his small penis (4
inches long) and cheated because she thought sex was meant to be an
earth shattering experience.  Over time she began to ache for an
intense orgasm, the kind the other wives talked about at the beauty
shop. She also began to have thoughts and fantasies about think about
having sex with an assertive man with a big dick, an assertive man,
like Lamont's white boss, Sergeant Wykoff.  She had felt his large
dick when they slowed danced at the NCO club a couple of times.  He
would hold her very tight massing her big tits against his chest,
while slowly grinding his big cock against her.  Dancing with him made
her pussy wet and almost gave her an orgasm. After each dance Wykoff
would escort back to the table with a little smirk on his face and
through the crowd of people no one could see his right hand discreetly
gripping her ass. This always made her feel like a black slut cause
she knew that he knew that she was really turned on.
Sometimes when it was really crowded Sergeant Wykoff would make her
sit on hip lap, Lamont of course said nothing as she sat there quietly
on his lap like his slut, his hands occasionally brushing up against
her large tits. His subtle domination and control of her right in
front of her husband and their friends was so embarrassing for her.
She was glad she had on a latex girdle because her pussy was leaking
white cream so thick that it would have soaked through her panties and
onto his Marine dress trousers. It was through these type experiences
that her erotic fantasy of being humiliated and forced to carry out
sexual demands.


Creola lay back on her bed and caressed her extra large breasts. One
hand
wandered down between her legs and stroked herself gently. As she
stroked her
pussy and began to fantasize, her breathing got louder and deeper. Her
fingers
press hard against her, rubbing her hot clit and smearing her love
juices over
her crotch.

Soon, she began to writhe and whimper. Her imaginary white lover
spread her long legs roughly and forced his hand harder against her
wet mound.
She protested, murmuring "No, please. I can't." But she stroked
herself with a quick, rhythmic pace, building slowly toward a frenzy.

She threw one leg over the bedpost and pumped harder. "Oh! Don't make
me!" she pleaded to no one. Her soft breathing broke into heavy,
labored pants, and she recognized the sound of her warm, wet sex
sucking
at her fingers. She rubbed her pussy harder and fingered her clit with
her other hand. Her pants became moans of pleasure.
Her hips and big buttocks bucked in
rhythm with her fervent fingering.

"Oh, please!" she moaned aloud to her fantasy lover. "Hmmm, ahh. I
can't. Please, stop. Oh! It's dirty!" She was her nearing climax,
peaking at total satisfaction. "No, no, no, no," she told her fantasy
white
man. "Ooh, ooh, oh, uh, uh.... You'll make me cum! Ah, ah, oh, oh,
yes, mmm, mmm."

Anyway she could not bear the thought of being left behind in the
states so she insisted that Lamont take her with him to Japan.
Lamont, a short ordinary looking black man enjoyed the look that he
got or rather the looks that his big butt black wife got from the
white men around the base.  She made him look good and so he was
secretly glad to take her with him to Japan.  Just before they left
for Japan a couple of his white buddies took them out for a few drinks
at a local bar.  Lamont started secretly going to the base gym to
improve his 145-pound physique, he thought if he could get buffed up
that would please Creola. Jack and Kent, two Military Police
sergeants, worked out daily either with weights or practicing
submission moves and wristlocks.
The two white guys were cocky and arrogant hillbilly types, in their
early 40s they were almost ten years older than Lamont.  After years
of weight training both guys were well built and liked to throw their
weight around, when they seen Lamont struggling with too much weight
on a crunch machine Jack said, "What are you stupid or something??
Take some weight off of that before you hurt yourself, Rome wasn't
built in a day!!"  These older muscular white guys impressed Lamont
from the first day in seen them in the gym and he began to make small
talk with then regularly. After a few encounters they convinced him
that they could teach him some self-defense moves if he would follow
their instructions.  They regularly roughhoused and manhandled Lamont
using him to practices their submission holds technique.  Furthermore
Lamont was subjected to practical jokes and was the target of Jack's
coarse racial humor.  Nevertheless Lamont raised in an almost all-
white school, was used to being the butt of racial jokes and he
laughed as long and loud as his white buddies, anyway they were just
fooling around. After a month one Friday he spontaneously invited Jack
and Kent over to watch college football and drink a few shots of
Tequila and some beers.   They were reluctant to spend too much time
with the colored wimp, but since he had been such a good punching bag,
they agreed to come over for a few beers.
Due to heat Creola normally dressed very casual around the house,
shorts and no bra, T-shirt or short skirt and blouse. This Friday
having no idea that her husband was bringing friends home with him,
she was dressed in white stretch polyester short-shorts and a halter
type white blouse with no bra. Due to some hormonal problem attributed
to the failed pregnancy her large breasts were now enormous with large
distended nipples, which were highly visibly through her white
blouse.  After putting all the clothes in the washer, she started
preparing supper and thought to herself that her once perfect 36-26-38
shape was now a 42E-28-40 unwieldy mass of flesh that always seemed to
attract too much attention.  Although she hated to admit it the crude
comments and sly gropes she received from the white guys at the NCO
club fueled her fantasy of being dominated by an assertive white man.
She knew it was wrong so to justify it she told herself it was just a
way of getting turned on for her hubby.
Lamont invited Jack and Kent over for a few beers but he had to run by
the store and pick up the beer, so they followed him to home after a
quick stop to get the beer while Jack bought some tequila. Handing
Kent the 12-pack, Lamont opened the door and let his friends in while
calling, "Honey I'm home, we've got company," at the same time closing
the door.  Lamont beaming with pride watched his white buddies eyes
bug out as Creola bustled into the living room, large breasts moving
from side to side. She tried to hide her embarrassment of her clothing
by being formal, "Sweetheart why didn't you call so I could have
dressed more appropriately, good evening I'm Creola," extending her
hand to Jack. Jack can't help but notice her huge breasts bobbing up
and down as she walked towards him.  Over the years she had gotten
used to white men gawking at her it is one of the things that happens
all the time when you are a shapely, big tittied black girl like
Creola.
With a loud wolf whistle Jack took her hand and pulled her into a bear
hug, crushing her large breasts against his chest, "Let's not be so
formal, how do you do," while planting a wet kiss on her large lips.
"Lamont you didn't tell your had a such a sexy little wife," Jack
while still holding Creola in a tight embrace he dropped his right
hand down, boldly cupping her butt as he continued, "Boy you got a lot
of woman here," TAP! TAP!, TAP!, he chuckled with patting and rubbing
Creola's generous rear. "You know what? You are one fine ass gal!"
Embarrassed by the coarse comments, Creola looked around sheepishly
and squeaked, "Thank you," while discreetly trying to stop Jack's hand
petting and patting her ass, but he was too firm for her. Lamont was a
little startled by the liberties Jack was taking with his wife,
wondering why she didn't say something, he tried to play it off, "Ok
guys let's get that beer in the box before it cold."

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