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Mrs. Auden's Weakness (rp, teen, anal, intr)
From: jay_98@my-deja.com
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My husband and I live in Atlanta Georgia, just one of the thousands of
young black professional couples who've migrated to "Hotlanta" in
recent years. I'm program director for a local talk radio station. My
husband, Tyrell, is an accountant. We own a beautiful three bedroom
colonial style home, just outside of Atlanta, where we live with our
two children Carl and Camille.
I'm a gorgeous woman and I know it. My face or more specifically my
luscious full pouty lips paid my way through college. I was a lip model
for a cosmetics company until I graduated. At 34 years old, I still
think that I've got it. I'm 5' 91/2" tall. I'm very leggy and I weigh a
voluptuous 150lb. I have the classic black woman's body, 38DDD- 24- 40.
My husband still drools over my tiny waist and my big round "ghetto
booty". I get more than my fair share of attention from men. In fact I
get more than my fair share. That's what got me into this situation.
It was about 11:30PM. I was working late as usual. The rest of the
staff had long since departed. The only people left in the office were
myself and Jim Berman. Jim is what's loosely called on air talent. Jim
hosts a sports call in show. I could hear the show over the P.A. Jim
was being his obnoxious self as usual, but something wasn't right. None
of the advertisers spots were running. In fact there hadn't been a
commercial in about 45 minutes. What's going on in the both, I thought.
Ignoring the elevator, I ran down the stairs, as fast as I could in the
red 4" pumps that made my brown bubble butt wiggle like Jell-O under my
perfectly tailored DKNY skirt. I jogged down the long corridor to the
broadcast both. The On Air light was flashing red, but looking through
the window, it was clear that Jim wasn't in the booth. Obviously he had
put in a tape of an old show and left in the middle of his show. "Where
is that jerk" I whispered to myself. "If he only gets suspended for a
few day he'll be lucky".
I searched up and down the halls for about 15 minutes, before I heard
some noise coming from The Station Manager's office. I tried the door
and it came right open revealing Mr. Williams' well appointed office
suite. "Now that's odd", I thought. I was sure that Mr. Williams wasn't
in his office at that time of night.
The outer office was empty, and apparently hadn't been disturbed. There
was a steady whooshing sound coming from the private bath room in the
back of the office. Suddenly it stopped. Then I new that bastard Jim
had Trespassed into Mr. Williams' office. Certainly he hadn't come all
the way down here just to use the boss's' toilet. I went over to the
door and pulled it, it offered no resistance. The bathroom was full of
steam, which made it difficult to see exactly what or who was in there.
As it cleared I saw Jim standing there in front of Mr. Williams'
private shower with an idiotic shocked look on his face. He had just
gotten out of the shower, and was soaking wet. He was wearing a small
white towel around his waist and nothing else.
"Do you know that a commercial spot hasn't run in over an hour!", I
snapped at Jim. He just looked me right in the eyes and dead
panned "don't take that tone with me Gal". "Did you just call me a
Gal?", I shouted. "I sure did Missy, oh excuse me Mrs. Auden. Now why
don't you get out of here, and go back to what you were doing, unless
you want to help me dry off". I couldn't believe that he had the
audacity to challenge my authority like that. I was so mad that I was
shaking. I hissed through clenched teeth," I could have your job for
any one of about five inappropriate acts that you've committed in the
past hour. Not the least of which, is leaving the broadcast both, while
you are supposed to be doing a live show."
Totally ignoring me, Jim turned and picked up a small toiletry bag. "If
you have a problem with me, take it up with Bob Williams. He's the one
who hired me", he said as he turned and walked over toward the sink. He
took a can of shaving cream out of his bag and nonchalantly began to
apply the foamy lather to his face. I didn't know what to say. I'd
never been spoken to in this manner. I was an executive, and he was
just a late night DJ. He turned from his shaving to ask me, "Is there
something else that you want?". As if on que, his towel slipped from
around his waist and fell in a heap at his feet.
There I was a professional black woman, a faithful wife and mother,
standing in a bathroom, with my mouth wide open in shock, staring at a
naked white man. My breathing came quick as I took in the sight before
me. I'd never imagined that Jim was that much of a man. His body was
taught and muscular. His chest and cut up wash board stomach were
covered with a carpet of furry golden blond hair. But, what took my
breath away was his cock.
Jim's glistening, white, cock hung heavily between his legs. I'd never
seen a man with such enormous endowment. It was much longer, limp, than
my husband's 71/2" dick was when fully erect. The massive thickly veined
shaft was nearly as wide as the can of shaving cream in his hand.
capping Jim's huge white donkey dick was an obscenely bloated purple
mushroom, the size of a fist. I was hypnotized by pendulous swinging of
his long fat hose. Jim's voice brought me back to reality.
"You like the works, huh? Why don't you touch it baby? You know that
you want to". I felt threatened and confused. This man was my
subordinate. He was showing a total lack of respect for me and my
position, but my pussy was tingling and moist. I didn't even reply to
Jim's lewd comment. I just turned and ran out of the bathroom. I didn't
stop running until I was back in my office. I sat at my desk trembling.
My panties were soaked and an unexplainable sexual fear was spreading
through me. I felt like a deer being stalked by wolf. "Please don't let
him come up here", I whispered to myself.
Jim didn't even knock. He barged into my office, walking around my desk
to stand right next to me. I felt that he could smell my fear, and
perhaps my arousal as well. He grabbed the back of my large leather
office chair and turn me around to face him. By this time he had
dressed, and was wearing a tight white T-shirt that hugged his well
toned torso. Jim was standing far too close, menacing me. He was in my
personal space, and the huge bulge in his faded wrangler jeans was
inches from my face. Casually he ripped open my silk blouse, and
expertly unhooked my front-latching lace bra. My big brown triple Ds
spilled out and he cruelly pulled and pinched on my large, chocolate,
grape sized nipples.
I looked up into his cold steely blue eyes, silently pleading to be
spared. All I saw there was animal lust. He reached down and casually
unbuttoned his jeans. I gasped involuntarily. Jim licked his thin lips
and sneered down at me, "You do the rest, you high and mighty bitch".
The harsh words burned in my ears. I'd been hit on by white men many
times. They were usually so meek and polite, almost to the point of
being subservient. Jim was the opposite. He was a conqueror, and I was
to be his next conquest and we both knew it.
Jim quickly tired of my vacillation and took matters into his own
hands. He reached out with a sinewy muscular tattooed arm and clutched
a hand full of the long black hair pinned up in a bun on the top of my
head. Suddenly my face was pressed into Jim's grapefruit sized basket.
The rough denim scratched my face. I tried to pull away, but by this
time I was offering only a token resistance. The intoxicating aroma of
his shower fresh crotch was quickly eroding the little that I had left.
The angry fat monster beneath the rough fabric was coming to life. It
was swelling and Lengthening down the leg of Jim's skin tight jeans. I
could feel its pulsating heat against my cheek. I could resist this man
no longer. I nuzzled my face against his gigantic denim covered cock.
Even as I began to kiss the grotesque lump hanging down his leg, I
wavered.
I pleaded in a weak voice, "Jim please, don't make me do this. I'm a
married woman." Jim threw back his head and laughed, "I'm not making
you do anything you aren't dying to do, you horny bitch. I bet that
black pussy of your is bubbling by now." He released his tight grip on
my hair. "Get up and walk away if you don't want this big white cock in
your pretty brown pussy." My pussy gushed at his words. " Otherwise,
shut up, quit whining about your husband and give me some head bitch.
If you were such a fine married lady, then one look at my big white
pussy stretcher wouldn't have made you into my slut. That is just what
you are, my married black slut." Tears stained my cheeks as I
surrendered to this cruel stud. Slowly I licked up his zipper, until I
found the tab at the top. I clenched it in my teeth and pulled it down.
I fully expected to be hit in the face with a hard white cock, but
Jim's big horse dick was still jammed down the leg on his pants. With
immaculately manicured hands, I grasped the belt hooks of his jeans and
pealed them down off of his trim waste. Jim's jeans went down around
his thighs. Still the head of his huge fat white cock was hidden from
view.
Gently I wrapped my fingers around the thick veiny shaft, and hauled it
out. I realized at that moment that Jim's was the cock that I'd always
dreamed of. Its white shaft was in stark contrast to the brown of my
long delicate fingers, which could not touch around its incredible
girth. It was half hard. The massive purple head weighed it down so
that it hung an inch from my moist trembling lips. I could feel the
heat radiating off of it. A drop of clear pre-ejaculate oozed from the
angry looking slit in the tip of the swollen Mushroom head.
Almost against my will, my long pink tongue snaked out and licked the
bitter nectar from the hole. I scooted off my Italian leather office
chair, and onto my knees. I was still feeling terrible guilt about
cheating on my wonderful husband, but I belonged on my knees in front
of Jim. Hungrily, I ran my tongue all around the fat head of his cock.
It tasted so good. "You have such a big cock baby" I purred, looking up
into Jim's eyes. I lifted his heavy dick and slathered its hot
underbelly with my juicy lips and tongue. Jim growled back, "That's it
bitch, that's how I like my black women, on their knees with my cock in
their mouth." I reached out and cradled his low slung furry balls in my
hand. They were the size of goose eggs. With my other hand, I hefted
the rigid log and kissed the drooling head. I opened my mouth as wide
as I could and wrapped my luscious full lips around Jim's fat white
cock.
Jim harsh demeanor soften slightly once I began fellating his oversized
penis. I really couldn't get much more than the head in my mouth. That
thing looked like it belonged on a mule. I stuffed my mouth with his
fat white cock. I could feel the deliciously distended head butting
against the back of my throat, gagging me. My lust for his king sized
man meat overcame the choking reflex, and the growing ache in my jaw. I
welcomed the assault on my throat. I desperately wanted to swallow this
big white fuck stick. I firmly but gently massaged his big bloated
balls, and the sensitive area just behind them. I wanted to milk a hot
gooey load out of those big fat balls. Taking my mouth off Jim's huge
dick, I looked at it admiring its tremendous size and hardness. I
licked every fat juicy inch. Ducking my head under his baseball bat of
a cock, I slurped and gargled on Jim's big hairy white balls. At 11:30,
when I realized that he wasn't in the both, I had been his boss, Mrs.
Auden. One hour later I was his brown sugar cock slut. I was on my
knees worshiping his big white dick, and my juicy black pussy was soppy
wet. Jim fisted his mighty woman taming cock, causing the huge helmet
head to swell even further. With one hand he, again, grasped my hair.
With the other he wiped his drooling penis round and round my pouty
lips, like a giant lipstick.
He began to cruelly tease me. Taking his sweet cock out of the reach of
my hungry mouth, then slapping me with it. I held my face up willingly
for him to dick slap. He then let go of his white monster cock. It
bounced heavily, sticking out 113/4 inches from his blond pubic bush.
Without warning he pulled me to my feet. "Strip", was his only command.
By that time I was his whore. He didn't have to tell me twice.
I tore at my remaining clothes to follow Jim's orders, but also needing
to be naked in front of this Stud. When all my clothes lay in a heap on
the floor except my red, thong, panties. Jim grabbed my arm roughly and
push me over Mr. William's desk. I didn't dare resist My head and
shoulders hung over the opposite side of the desk. But my big brown
breast were mashed into the hard mahogany desk. I heard movement, and I
knew that Jim was removing his tight wranglers. My fat juicy pussy
ached to feel the penetration that would surely come next. Jim hooked
his strong fingers into the waistband of my red silk panties, and
unceremoniously ripped them off me.
He slapped my fat booty lightly. He squeezed it and kneaded it. I could
tell that he appreciated what my momma had given me, what he was taking
from my Husband. Most men can't resist a black woman's round bubble
butt. I was holding my rump up to give him full access to it. His
strong hands were like magic on my soft plump derriere. Suddenly, I
heard a whooshing sound, followed by a crack, very much like a fire
cracker. The pain quickly followed, exploding across the smooth Surface
of my ass. Jerking my head around, I was horrified to see Jim's arm
raised high above his head. In his tightly clenched fist was his belt,
doubled over. woos, down came his arm, the leather belt bit deeply into
my tender bottom. CRACK, red hot leather scorched my naked exposed
ass. "Owwh , please, please", I begged abandoning the last shreds of
dignity. CRACK, I was squirming, desperately trying to escape the
terrible sting of the punishment that Jim was inflicting on me.
CRACK!
He placed his strong hand in the small of my back, and held me down.
CRACK!
I was helpless to resist the whipping that I was being forced to
take. Sobbing like a recalcitrant little girl, who suddenly finds
herself over her daddy's knee," please, ugghh, please Jim, owwwh,
please stop!" "That's it baby wiggle that big ass for me" was Jim's
reply. "The next time you raise your voice to me, you sexy black slut,
I'll whip the skin off your ass!" For emphases, Jim assaulted my up
turned booty with a final flurry of burning hot strokes. "Ughhh, Ughhh"
I cried, totally broken. My tortured whelped ass burned like fire, but
my pussy was running like a faucet.
Jim positioned himself behind me, forcing my legs further apart. The
hard desk was woefully uncomfortable and heat radiated from my injured
butt. "You ready to get fucked Mrs. Auden?", Jim sneered at me. My
thoughts were instantly of my family. How was this happening. My mind
was screaming, get up, don't let him do this. My lustful body would
have none of it. My silent reply was to arch my back and hold my ass up
high, offering the free access to my aching sopping wet pussy to the
man who'd just whipped me. My betrayal of my husband was complete when
I felt the hot blunt head of Jim's cock pressing against my hungry
tight black pussy.
"Mmmmm", I moaned at the first contact of his fat cock against my shiny
wet pussy lips. Jim grabbed his huge dick and wiped the drooling head
up and down my wet slit, coating his giant mushroom-head with my
wetness. Electric shocks ran through my body when that big white dick
rubbed over my fat distended clit. I was involuntarily humping back
against His cock. I wanted it inside of my body, where it could do the
most damage. Jim lined up that swollen white billy club with my pink
hole, and pushed. I moaned as I felt my pussy yawning, trying to
accommodate the oversized head. It wouldn't go in. "Ughhh" I grunted as
he tried again to force his monstrous cock into my tight pussy. I'd
never had a man with such a huge cock. Jim's white donkey dick drawfed
my husbands more than adequate penis. Jim walked away into the Mr.
Williams bathroom. He returned with a jar of Vaseline.
Jim walked around to the other side of the desk and stood in front of
me. His huge fat cock swung pendulously in front of my face. I followed
the bobbing plum sized head with my mouth, hungrily licking and
sucking, tasting my own juices mixed with his dick drool. "You need to
wear a condom Jim. I'm not on any type of birth control, and its around
the time that I should be ovulating." Jim didn't say a word in
reply. "Jim, I'm a married woman, please don't do this to me" I pleaded
emphatically, all the while slavishly swabbing his fleshy, white, horse
cock with my tongue. "Look!" Jim snarled. "You want to get fucked, or
don't you? Either way, I give less than a fuck! I'm going to fuck your
tight black pussy raw, and without any god damned condom getting in my
way. The fucking things never fit anyway. I'm going to fuck you until
you cry on my big white cock, and then I'm going to dump a load of
Aryan sperm knee deep in your furry black cunt. If you've got a fucking
problem with that, tough! Now shut the fuck up and grease my cock up!"
He handed me the Vaseline. "Please, you can't do this. I'm fertile
right now", I sobbed in vain, while massaging the thick grease into his
big veiny muscle cock. "Hey, that's a problem for you and your piece of
shit husband", he chuckled. "Be sure to tell that big black bastard
that I said your fat brown sugar pussy belonged to me from the moment I
laid eyes on you." He walked back around behind me, and bumped the
gigantic shiny knob against my tight hole. "Now open up and give me
that black pussy", he said as he grabbed my shoulder with one hand, and
pulled me back against his crotch. His massive purple cock-head forced
its way past my nether lips into the mouth of my defenseless pussy. My
tight opening yawned painfully around the incredible girth of his
magnificent manhood. "Arggghhhh", I screamed. "Oh God, its too big.
Please! Ugghhh, take it out. Pleeeeeease, Jim just for a second.
Ahhhhh, you're killing me! You're too big Jim." I flailed around,
trying to dislodge the massive intruder from my tightly stretched
pussy. Jim used his superior strength to hold me down, bent over the
large rather ostentatious looking desk. Only the head and an inch or
two of the shaft were in me. It felt like there was an arm stuck in my
pussy. Every time I moved, trying to ease the pressure of being forced
open by that big cock, Jim would follow my movements. He kept a steady
pressure, slowly dilating my tender vaginal barrel with his
overpowering tool. I could feel his throbbing monster growing even
larger. He was aroused by my struggling. I was stuck, skewered on the
end of Jim's big white spear.
Jim kept one hand in the small of my back to keep me from wiggling off
of his fat cock. He grabbed a handful of my hair with the other hand,
and pulled my head back, reigning me in like an unruly mare. As I
screamed from the discomfort of having my hair pulled, Jim caught me
off guard and plowed half of his 113/4" white cock into my over-stretched
black pussy. "Ummmmmfh!" The wind was knock out of me. Jim was suddenly
deep in my womb. He began to fuck me relentlessly. "Ummmph, ummmph,
ummmph, oh God, Ummph, Your dick, Ummph, Jim, Ummph your dick..." I
grunted like a stuck pig. Jim kept pounding my spasming black pussy. My
pussy was clutched so tightly around his mammoth shaft, that as he
pulled it halfway out on each stroke, I could feel my pink pussy hole
being pulled inside out.
"Who's black pussy is this?" Jim demanded. He yanked my hair back to
let me know what my answer should be. I was too far gone to resist his
power. He was a super-stud and he knew it. "Its yours Jim. Uggghhh,
just, ugghhh, keep, ugghhh, fucking meeeeeee!" The intensity of my
orgasm momentarily blinded me. I'd never had a purely vaginal orgasm
before. But, there I was, coming all over a white man's dick. "Oohhhh
shit, Ughhh, this is your black pussy, Daddy, Ughhhh, fuck it, Ughhh,
fuck it hard!!!!"
My orgasm set Jim off. He began bucking into me like a wild beast. His
huge low hung balls were slapping against my swollen clit. All 11
inches of his wrist thick horse cock were plowing my fertile pussy,
rearranging my insides. I was delirious from the intoxicatingly mixture
of pleasure and pain. I'd never been so stuffed in all of my life. Jim
was touching parts of my womb that had never been stimulated. The fat
spongy head of his oversized manhood pounded my cervix like a
jackhammer. I just kept coming, one orgasm being overlapped by the
next, in waves of pure ecstasy. Jim rhythm became erratic. He jerked
into me, stabbing my womb with his blunt sword. He threw back his head
and howled like Coyote in heat. Then I felt his huge cock spasming in
my womb, as he emptied his big nuts deep in my fertile belly.
After his orgasm subsided, Jim ease his semi hard pussy stretcher out
of my ravaged black pussy. It was covered with a gooey mixture of his
and my cum. My pussy gaped open. I felt empty, and very sore. Jim sat
on the edge of the desk and lit a cigarette. "Clean my cock bitch" he
ordered in a no nonsense tone. I submissively scooted off the desk and
fell to my knees, a copious amount of white man's cum oozing out of my
ravaged brown sugar pussy. I licked every nook and cranny of Jim's
delicious dick, the dick that had brought me so much pleasure and pain,
the dick that had totally mastered me.
I went home to my Husband with a sore open pussy. He could tell that
I'd had a hard day, so being the sweetheart that he is, he drew me a
warm bubble bath. There were scented candles all around the bathroom,
and rose petals floating in the bath water. On a table near the tub was
a bottle of Dom chilling in ice, and a small dish full of fresh
chocolate covered strawberries. The soothing melodious sound of J.S.
Bach's Brandenburg concerto no. 4 was coming from the built-in Bose
speakers in the walls. My Husband knelt next to the tub and bathed me,
massaging every inch of my ravaged body. While he did that, I sipped
Champagne from a gilded flute, and nibbled on strawberries dipped in
Godiva chocolate. After my bath, Tyrell toweled me off, and wrapped me
in a luxurious white terry-cloth robe. He picked my up effortlessly and
carried me into the bedroom. He was disappointed that I wouldn't let
him make love to me, but unbeknown to him, I was all fucked out for the
evening. My Husband had prepared heated fragrant oils which were on the
nightstand. He lovingly and dutifully massaged my aching body until I
drifted off into a deep sleep...filled with dreams of Jim Berman's big
white cock.
I love my Husband and I'd never leave him. But, though I despise him
and his big white pussy stretcher, I can't say no to my new white
Master. I'm sure its just a matter of time until I'm butt naked and
screaming, with my fat juicy black pussy impaled on a certain fat, 113/4
inch, beer-can-thick, white, horse-cock!