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Black In White Video 
(C)2003 Shakespeare_I._Aint@excite.com

***

A few minutes before midnight on a warm May night, Paul 
Winters carefully surveyed his preparations in the den. 
A half an hour before show-time, but he wanted to know 
everything was ready. He had pulled the couch into the 
center of the room -- it would look strange there for 
any other purpose than what Paul had in mind. (MMF, 
intr, wife, bd, ws, anal, voy)

***

He had three fixed video camera positions-each on a 
motorized tripod with connections leading back to a 
small table with a television monitor that Paul would 
stand behind in the beginning to work the remotes. His 
fourth video camera lay on the table, ready to go. He 
could hear Debbie in the great room of their ranch-
style home, listening to some soft rock on the stereo 
while she sipped, or maybe gulped, out of her fluted 
crystal wine glass. She would need some liquid courage 
tonight. 

Paul and Debbie Winters had a perfect marriage. Their 
only child, a teenaged son, lived on-campus as a 
freshman at state college and they no longer lacked 
extended privacy in their home. The Winters were not 
rich, but Paul made a comfortable living and they had 
the money to fulfill their interests. Paul's interest 
happened to be recording some of the sex sessions he 
had with his wife. 

Toward that end, over the years he had eventually 
accumulated several video cameras, as well as the 
computer and programs that helped him take a raw 
disjointed session and, over a period of weeks, refine 
and distill it to a seamlessly smooth production 
rendered back onto videotape or placed on a compact 
disc and sometimes both. Not for sale or trade of 
course. No, just for his personal pleasure--hell, the 
fun was in the creation and editing of his productions 
and he didn't need any one else to appreciate his 
artistic efforts. 

His wife, Debbie, had little or no interest in the 
technical side of his work, except as far as she was 
always the star either alone or with Paul. Sometimes, 
Paul would pop a videotape or CD in and they would 
watch it together. It had led to some intense love-
making. 

Anyway, to date, Paul had ten separate tapes and disks, 
covering the last ten years of their lives together. 
The first six tapes contained short vignettes and 
separate sessions taken at different times, while the 
last four had been composed of one night's activities. 
Tonight, Paul intended to add a fifth session and that 
is why Debbie squirmed in trepidation. 

If Paul had his penchant for voyeurism and videography, 
then it could be said that Debbie had her own sexual 
interest that had strongly fed into Paul's passion. 
Over the years of their marriage, Debbie and Paul had 
over time identified her own interest in sexual 
humiliation and control. Starting slowly with being 
"overpowered" or maybe a light spanking, they had come 
to realize that she got quite a kick out of these types 
of activities. And Paul had been more than willing to 
indulge her interest and expand their sexual horizons 
until he had a woman who would do just about anything 
and, deep down, secretly wanted to be made to do it. 

They really didn't discuss their situations much with 
each other. And truth be told, their corresponding 
interests in humiliation or voyeurism didn't come into 
play in their normal sexual lives--who had the time or 
inclination to tape every sexual encounter? Paul didn't 
use Debbie as his "slave" and they didn't have a 
master-slave 24/7 relationship going. No, their sex 
life was pretty regular, all things considered, and 
taping a session was a rare thing. 

Oddly enough, it was Debbie who gave the signals that 
let Paul know she was interested in making another 
"movie". Through subtle signals, rubbing up against 
Paul, or holding his cock while he urinated, or maybe 
just evincing a general playfulness, Debbie let Paul 
know that she was up for a bout of nasty sex. 

Knowing that Paul was videotaping them was a huge turn-
on for her, even though she knew that Paul didn't share 
his work with the outside world. And the things he did 
to her and "made" her do to herself or to him were very 
naughty and a powerful aphrodisiac to her. But somehow, 
asking Paul for a session would kill much of the thrill 
for her, so she relied on Paul picking up her signals 
and choreographing an evening's activities for them 
both. 

Debbie Winters was forty-three years of age, with 
tousled blond shoulder-length hair and the face of a 
pretty mother. She appeared to be a classic "Soccer 
Mom" driving her ridiculously expensive sport-utility 
vehicle around town. She was five foot seven and had 
kept most of the beauty of her younger days, although 
she had to diet constantly and exercise like a maniac 
to stay relatively trim. Her heavy breasts, once-proud 
36C cuppers, probably wouldn't be confused with those 
on an 18 year old, but what could you do? Her behind, 
which Paul sometimes massaged in his sleep, may have 
started to fall a bit, but it never failed to engage 
Paul's attention when they made love. 

Debbie had a few little stretch marks on her from her 
only pregnancy sixteen years ago, and she chose not to 
wear a bikini at the beach, but her tummy was as 
shapely as could be expected and it certainly didn't 
bulge badly or anything like that. She waited anxiously 
on the couch in a short white terry-cloth bathrobe, 
(Paul didn't go in much for lingerie or anything else 
time-consuming); her hair pulled back into a cute 
blonde pony-tail. 

Paul made his final checks, and consulted his watch. 
Any minute now, he guessed. This would be a crowning 
achievement in his film-making career and a milestone 
in their relationship. Tonight would be the first time 
he brought in another man and would film him as he used 
Paul's wife. He was as nervous as a cat. After months 
of thought and idle search, Paul had met the perfect 
guy for this project. He was a cook at a local bar and 
grill. 

Paul had "discovered" him in the bathroom. Jimmy the 
Cook was a dark-skinned black male in his late 
thirties; about five foot nine and probably two hundred 
and twenty pounds. Built like a fireplug. Not a great 
looking guy or a successful one. But it wasn't his 
looks that got Paul's attention as much as when Jimmy, 
stepped up to the adjacent urinal and fished out one 
hell of a dong to piss with. He had a long dark prick, 
one of those where the head is actually the thinnest 
part, while the cock stem was wider. The thing had to 
be ten inches long-- two hands worth, Paul figured and 
he was excited about the thought of how that blacksnake 
would look against his wife's white skin. 

Jimmy was intrigued when Paul put the sales pitch to 
him right then and there. He quizzed Paul about his 
plans for the scene and the things he wanted Jimmy and 
his wife to do. He couldn't believe that Paul would be 
willing to allow him to fuck his wife. Paul had to 
explain a couple of times that it was all part of 
Debbie's groove and that it was all okay. Jimmy was 
raring to go, so Paul got his beeper number. 

A few weeks of waiting and a clean bill of health 
later, Paul had called him for tonight. Jimmy was 
coming over after the kitchen closed. Wouldn't Debbie 
be surprised?!

His work finished for the time being, Paul headed out 
into the living room where Debbie was waiting. Paul 
grinned self-consciously at her. His inactivity would 
lead Debbie to realize that he seemed to be waiting for 
something. Or waiting for someone? When Debbie heard a 
car door slam outside, she glanced nervously towards 
the window and then back at Paul. He nodded slightly. 
When the doorbell rang, Debbie's body froze and she 
stared at the door. Paul went to answer it. The black 
man was at the door. 

Paul greeted his guest and allowed him into the home. 
Jimmy's eyes swept nervously over Debbie's form as his 
made his greeting to Paul. Paul watched Debbie's eyes--
they were wide with surprise. 

"Now that we're all here, let's go into the den," Paul 
suggested. The men waited until Debbie slowly got up 
and padded down the hall--her ass swinging nicely under 
the terrycloth of her robe; her nice legs on view as 
she retreated. "Need a beer, Jimmy?" Paul asked. 

"I'd like that Mister Winters," the black cook 
answered, nervously. Paul popped behind the dry bar and 
grabbed two beers out of the small fridge. He also 
grabbed Debbie's glass from the coffee table where she 
had left it and freshened her glass of wine. She would 
need it, he figured. He wondered what was going through 
her mind as she waited for them. The two men walked 
down the entrance hall into the den. 

Debbie sat on the couch with her legs primly together, 
her sturdy thighs a flawless white. They could see her 
wonderful cleavage down the top of her robe. She seemed 
tense and nervously expectant. Her eyes were cast 
slightly down--she wouldn't meet their eyes. She was 
already in her zone. This was going to work, Paul 
thought excitedly. 

Jimmy stopped at the door and gazed in wonder at the 
variety of cameras and equipment Paul had arrayed for 
the night. "Wow, this is a lot of shit here," he 
exclaimed. Paul nodded proudly. 

"I like to do it up right, Jimmy. Step in and make 
yourself comfortable. Sit down on the couch there, and 
I'll introduce you. I'll start rolling tape now and 
then introduce you to Debbie. I'm going to start the 
cameras." With that, Paul retreated behind his table 
while Jimmy sat down on the couch, clearly 
uncomfortable and nervous about sitting next to Debbie. 
Debbie took a large sip of her white wine. Paul 
switched his cameras on. His monitors showed him the 
perfect focus on the couch and its occupants and all 
systems were go. "Look at each other", he ordered. Both 
participants glanced at each other. Paul smiled 
excitedly and stepped out in view of the cameras. He 
beckoned to his wife. Debbie put her wine glass down, 
stood up, and approached her husband. Paul began the 
introductions. 

"Jimmy, I'd like you to meet my wife Debbie." Paul 
turned Debbie around to face the seated black man, 
while holding her hand companionably. "Debbie, say hi 
to our guest." Debbie said her hello in an almost 
inaudible voice and Jimmy nodded back at her. Paul 
stepped in behind his wife and continued. 

"Now Jimmy, you know what you're here for. That is to 
say that I've told you what gets Debbie excited, and 
how I like to videotape her little escapades. Before we 
get under way, I'll take a few minutes to show you 
Debbie's unique charms." Paul reached around in front 
of Debbie and untied the belt to her short robe. 

Debbie gasped as Paul gently pulled the garment away 
from her body, leaving her exposed to the stranger in 
their home. Paul gently pulled the robe off her 
shoulders before tossing it aside. He stepped in close 
behind his pretty wife. He cupped and lifted her milky 
white breasts with their large dusky red nipples. He 
ran his thumbs over her stiffening nipples. 

"These are Debbie's tits, Jimmy. They are 36c cups, and 
Debbie breastfed our only child with them. She also fed 
me more than once back in those days," Paul told him, 
matter-of-factly. Debbie blushed red and closed her 
eyes, but her chest was heaving with the embarrassment 
of the situation. Paul went on, "Her boobs are nice and 
heavy," he hefted them a few times for Jimmy's benefit, 
"and she certainly doesn't mind when someone squeezes 
them," Debbie gasped as Paul's fingers dug into her 
breasts forcefully, "or even when they get slapped." 

Debbie's hands flew involuntarily up from her waist to 
protect herself and then she automatically dropped her 
hands back down to her side and waited. Paul's right 
hand slapped her hanging tittie forcefully as much an 
exhibition for Jimmy and a little punishment for 
Debbie's reaction. The slap rang out in the room and 
Debbie yelped. 

"Now on continue. Debbie if you will please get down on 
all fours with your butt facing Jimmy." Paul waited as 
Debbie got down on her hands and knees with her 
backside facing their guest. Paul knew how vulnerable 
she felt, presenting in such a way. He knelt down 
beside her and placed his hands on her buttocks. He 
separated her cheeks. 

"Here is my wife's pussy -- you can see how wet it is 
getting." It was true. Debbie's pussy, closely shorn, 
was pulled open and she glistened inside with 
excitement from being on display. "This pussy has given 
me a lot of pleasure over the years. Now tonight it's 
your turn to use it, Jimmy. Debbie would like that, 
wouldn't you hon?"

Debbie mumbled something incoherently. 

"What did you say, hon? Because I really don't think we 
heard you. I asked if you were ready to give your pussy 
up to Jimmy for his use and your pleasure. Are you 
ready for that?" 

"Yes," Debbie breathed. 

"It's been such a fun pussy, and it tastes wonderful, 
wouldn't you say, dear?"

"Yes, dear," Debbie answered, thinking back to the 
times Paul's cock had gone into her mouth straight out 
of her soaked vagina.

Paul's fingers traveled higher, spreading her cheeks 
and displaying the crinkled, dusky brown circle of his 
wife's anus to Jimmy. He tapped her butthole with his 
finger. "This hole is also for you, Jimmy. Debbie loves 
a butt-fuck and I'm sure you'll be able to give her a 
deep one. We'll have to see if you can even fit in 
there. It's always been fun up there for us." Paul 
stood up. "Anyway, let's make some good video." Jimmy 
nodded nervously in acknowledgment.

Paul stood up and surveyed his tableful of equipment. 
Paul's monitor screen picture was split in four parts--
three views of the couch with a blank fourth segment 
where Paul's handheld camera would display. He grabbed 
his handheld and switched it on. 

"Jimmy, just take your shirt and pants off--leave your 
underwear on," Paul suggested. Jimmy stood up self-
consciously and pulled his shirt over his head. "Toss 
your stuff behind the couch." Jimmy didn't bother 
folding his shirt. He kicked off his shoes--he wore no 
socks--and tossed them behind the couch. Then he turned 
slightly away from their view and self-consciously 
unbuckled his belt and unzipped his work pants--stained 
from another day behind the grill--pulling them down, 
revealing his old dingy white underwear. 

He stepped out of his pants and carelessly threw them 
also, before shyly turning back to face Paul and Deb. 
Paul noted that Jimmy's underwear were worn and 
yellowed-- probably don't get washed that often, he 
reflected. He saw his wife still on all fours on the 
floor, watching the performance over her shoulder. She 
eyed the amount of space Jimmy's equipment seemed to 
take up in the front of his Hanes. And really, it 
looked like there was a pair of black socks or 
something jammed up in Jimmy's trogs. 

"Sit down, Jimmy," Paul directed. "Deb, sit down next 
to Jimmy. Jimmy sat himself back down. He grabbed his 
beer and took a deep pull from it. Deb sat down slowly 
on the couch next to the black stranger. She tried not 
to appear nervous, but Paul could tell she was edgy. 

"Jimmy, start kissing Deb. She'll reach into your 
underwear and play with you."

Jimmy turned to Debbie, anticipation in his eyes now. 
He slid next to her and put his arm around her and bent 
his face down. Paul watched his wife raise her face and 
then, with her eyes closed, allowed Jimmy's lips to 
contact hers. 

Debbie felt a sickening thrill as she tasted Jimmy's 
sour breath, laced with beer, and then felt his tongue 
invade her mouth, frenching her deeply in front of her 
filming husband. She flushed red with the forbidden 
shame. Remembering her husband's instructions, she slid 
her right hand dutifully down the sparse tight-curled 
hairs on his stomach and massaged his package through 
his dingy shorts, measuring him with her fingers. 

His long, fat shaft seemed to curl around on itself in 
the tight confinement of his underwear. It was huge, 
she knew. More of a weapon than a tool for love. She 
gently pulled on the soft curve of his penis, pulling 
him out of the top of his underpants, until finally the 
majority of his penis fell out of his underwear, lying 
right on his lap. 

Paul watched in excitement as the black man soul-kissed 
his wife. His own groin was tight with excitement and 
he rubbed himself with one hand as he came closer to 
record the action. He watched the action for a few 
minutes and Jimmy french-kissed Debbie and she 
responded as best she could. He tried to judge his own 
feelings. He found the scene to be slightly repulsive 
but stimulating nonetheless. 

"Okay, Deb, do your stuff--on your knees between his 
legs--leave his underwear on," Paul commanded tersely. 

Debbie thankfully broke off the kiss--her own lips wet 
with saliva. Her face burned red with humiliation and 
she felt her groin felt moist and heavy. She slid down 
gingerly between Jimmy's legs. He spread his legs to 
accommodate the slim soccer mom. Debbie knew 
instinctively what type of activity that her husband 
wanted to film. So she began to mouth Jimmy's testicles 
lightly through his BVDs, gnawing and blowing her warm 
breath through the old fabric for his enjoyment. 

Without pausing in her task, she reached up onto 
Jimmy's stomach and began to softly stroke his black 
snake up and down with the circle of her fingers. Jimmy 
sat back and moaned aloud at her ministrations, flexing 
his hips as his long thick cock slowly inflated on his 
belly. Deb continued working his balls thru the cloth 
for awhile, the only sounds in the room was her 
breathing and Jimmy's low moans. 

Time for her next trick--she used both hands to peel 
away the elastic from Jimmy's left leg, exposing a bit 
of his ball sac, with its nappy, tightly curled little 
curlicues of hair. She began to lick his salty flesh, 
at the juncture between his balls and his thigh. Jimmy 
began to idly stroke the head of his cock and he laid 
his head back on the couch. His penis lengthened and 
fattened itself with his blood. It made for good 
cinema. "Take his pants off--Jimmy, you pull your legs 
up," Paul managed to croak. 

Jimmy lifted his hips off the couch and he and Deb 
tugged his underwear off. The camera caught the 
briefest flash of the light skid mark in Jimmy's 
underpants before he kicked them away. Jimmy sat back 
and pulled his feet up onto the edge of the couch. He 
spread his legs, exposing his big black testicles to 
view. Paul captured them on film. 

Debbie took the opportunity to reach down and feel 
herself down there-- she was wet with dirty excitement, 
servicing this black man. She tweaked her clitoris and 
it responded hotly. "Go Deb, get to work on him--and 
you know what I'm going to want," Paul murmured, 
zooming in on his wife as she lowered her head to the 
black man's groin and commenced licking his balls, her 
wet pink tongue contrasting sexily with the blackness 
of Jimmy's groin. 

Jimmy's balls tasted musty and salty and a little bit 
like stale urine--like he hadn't showered in a few 
days. She lifted his balls up to her face ands she 
laved her big spreading wet licks on his ball sack. 
Jimmy stroked himself idly in time to Debbie's wet 
ministrations. 

Paul filmed away, checking his stationary cameras to 
see if they were capturing the angles he intended, and 
then moved in close with his handheld camera. He zoomed 
onto a tight shot of his beautiful wife tongue-washing 
the black man, her wonderful mouth wetting the guy's 
monstrous balls, making them glisten for the cameras. 
She always had a wet mouth--her mouth seemed to water 
when she was on the job. Jimmy flailed lightly away at 
his meat, moaning softly as the little wife worked him. 

"How do you like your first black man, Debbie?" Paul 
asked. 

"I love it," Debbie replied dutifully, her voice 
muffled in Jimmy's balls. 

"You like his cock--that big black cock?"

"Yes."

"And those balls--do they taste good?"

"Yes."

"You should start playing with yourself," Paul 
suggested, working his handheld back out from the tight 
shot. He filmed his wife, starting from her delicious 
backside right over her shoulders to where her mouth 
licked and suckled Jimmy's testes. He filmed her right 
hand disappearing under her to play with her pussy. It 
was good. 

Debbie stroked her clitoris, and then felt her pussy--
it felt so luxuriously tingly down there. She slipped 
her index finger lightly inside her pussy lips, 
enjoying the feel of the digit sliding up and down her 
wetness. She plied herself as she worked the black man, 
knowing how good she was able to make him feel in this 
humiliating situation. Paul's questions made her warm, 
and she knew it would only get deliciously worse for 
her.

Jimmy gasped when her tongue finished with his big ball 
sack and moved onto his perineum. She laved him there 
hoping Paul wouldn't want her to do the next thing--the 
thing he liked so much...

"You good, Jimmy?" Paul asked. The black stud was 
sitting back with his eyes closed. 

"I'm gonna bust my nut--cuz this shit is too good," 
Jimmy warned. 

"Debbie?"

"Hmm...?"

"Do him like you do me. You're going to like this 
Jimmy. When you're ready, just shoot on your stomach, 
okay?" Jimmy nodded, his head lolling back on the 
couch, his eyes closed. Debbie flushed at Paul's 
command. She knew exactly what he wanted her to do. It 
was something she had only done for him--her husband--
and it embarrassed her that Paul wanted her to exhibit 
her talent for this black stranger. But she knew she 
would do it for him. 

She pushed lightly at Jimmy's thighs and Jimmy got the 
hint. He spread his feet and thighs still wider and 
inched himself closer to the edge of the couch, giving 
Debbie the room she needed to work. To give her better 
access. To his butt.

Debbie closed her eyes and eased her face lower in 
Jimmy's groin. Until her forehead was touching his 
balls. She used her thumbs to part the black's 
asscheeks lightly. Then Debbie moved her face down 
farther and started to lick his ass. Her nose was 
pressed up against his perineum as she wetted him. Away 
from the immediacy of the camera, she opened her eyes a 
little. Even his asshole was big, a large purplish soft 
star, reeking like only a butthole can--worse than her 
husband's certainly. Thank God for the numbing effects 
of alcohol. 

She could taste the black man's ass, but at least it 
wasn't bad enough to make her gag. She was warm with 
embarrassment, doing this act, at her husband's 
insistence, on a black man she had just met a few 
minutes ago. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Paul 
kneel down next to her and film her indecency. It was 
disgusting, and yet stimulating for her. Her pussy felt 
swollen and she pressed her thighs together. It felt so 
good.

Paul felt his own cock standing straight out ready to 
burst. How few times had he ever been this close to 
shooting his own load without ever having touched his 
cock? It was pretty rare, but this was one of those 
times. He felt like he could go off any second without 
warning. He watched Debbie working Jimmy, her pink 
tongue swirling around the black anus and then as she 
began to probe lightly into Jimmy's most private 
cavity. Jimmy grunted every time. 

Debbie knew he liked it, and she felt proud somehow. 
Had he ever had one of his women do this for him? she 
wondered. She knew he was very close to his orgasm--his 
nutsack had tightened up from the loose bag of balls he 
had started with. She felt him inch even closer to the 
edge and saw him drop his left hand down to help spread 
himself better for her. Debbie buried her face in him 
and planted her mouth on his anus in an obscene French 
kiss, sucking strongly on his butthole and alternately 
inserting her pointy tongue into Jimmy's ass. He went 
wild. 

Paul backed his camera off just as Jimmy announced his 
intention. 

"Here it comes, here it comes,"

And while Debbie worked on the black man, Paul captured 
Jimmy furiously stroking his cock until he started 
spurting his semen up into the air and back down onto 
his stomach and groin. He was a big comer, shooting 
four nice spurts and then oozing the rest onto his skin 
as he rubbed his cock on his stomach. He was groaning 
and the microphones would pick that up as well as 
Debbie's soft sucking sounds. Jimmy was really a mess. 

Debbie relaxed and pulled her face out after Jimmy 
stopped shooting. This close to his groin, she could 
smell the familiar tang of the sperm which had landed 
on Jimmy's stomach. He had shot a bunch of nice strings 
of slightly-yellow cum onto himself and the rest kind 
of lay clotted on his abdomen. Or maybe it only seemed 
yellow because he was so dark. His stomach was wet with 
goo clinging to the tight sparse little curls of hair. 
Debbie sat back, resting her pussy full on the heel of 
her foot and waited for Paul's next command. He looked 
so excited and she saw that her act had had quite an 
effect on him. 

Paul set his video camera down on the table with the 
lens facing Debbie. His cock felt like it was out of 
control and he was afraid he would shoot his load if he 
even moved. But he walked carefully across the room and 
picked up Debbie's wine glass and brought it to her. 
Should he? Would she? It would make a great little 
ending to this scene, he hoped. As long as she didn't 
refuse. 

"You need something to wash your mouth out with, hon?"

"Yes," Debbie replied humbly, watching her husband. 
What was he going to do? 

Jimmy watched idly, probably wondering the same thing. 

Paul made sure he was in full view of his cameras 
before he reached down to his stiff cock and stroked 
it. It didn't take long. Paul gasped as he lowered the 
wine glass down to abdomen level and tipped his stiff 
cock down to meet it. And then he blasted his juice 
into it. 

Holy fuck, it felt good -- it almost hurt it was so 
ready. He unloaded himself completely into his wife's 
wine glass, his ropes of cum hitting the inside of the 
glass and dripping down to mix into the white wine, 
holding itself together in the lighter liquid. It was 
really something. When he was finished his legs were 
weak. He stepped to Debbie and held the glass out. She 
looked surprised, her face flushed and her mouth open. 

"Drink this," Paul said softly. "Just do it," he added, 
hoping she wouldn't refuse and ruin this part of the 
video. 

Jimmy sat looking stunned at Paul and then down at his 
white wife. Was she going to do it?

Debbie moaned and ground herself lightly on her heel. 
Her face felt hot and flushed--what was this about? 
Wasn't it enough for her to do this black guy and even 
use her mouth on his butt? How far was this night going 
to go? Now he wanted her to drink this wine--in front 
of a stranger!? But she saw the look of intensity on 
Paul's face and she didn't want to disappoint him. 

Without as much as a sigh to ruin it for him, she took 
the proffered glass from her husband. She swirled it 
around and then brought it to her mouth and drank 
slowly. Paul and Jimmy watched the wine mixed with 
spunk enter her mouth--watched her throat as she 
swallowed the mixed drink. And Debbie even threw back 
her head and let the last of Paul's dregs drip into her 
open mouth before she finally handed the empty glass 
back to her husband. "Thanks," Paul mouthed at her and 
she nodded shyly back at him. 

Paul put the glass down and picked his mobile camera 
back up. Time to finish this scene. "Okay, hon, if 
you'll just clean Jimmy off, we'll take a rest. You can 
do yourself at the same time," he ordered softly. 

Debbie got off her heels and slid back between the 
Jimmy's legs. She had done these clean-ups many times 
to Paul and she knew what he wanted. She grasped 
Jimmy's big flaccid prick and held it aside. It was 
really an amazing organ, so long and thick and warm. 
Her face hovered over his stomach. With her right hand 
she began to play with herself, teasing and tucking her 
fingers into her wet snatch--it felt so warm and loose 
in there, achingly ready for some real action. 

Her face came down on Jimmy's stomach and she began to 
lick and lightly suck Jimmy's load off his body. Paul 
caught the action as his wife cleaned Jimmy off. Her 
tongue disappeared into Jimmy's belly button which held 
a rich deposit of his sperm. She cleaned it out and 
moved on. His sperm was just like Paul's, salty and 
pungently tangy. 

This was one of the things Debbie enjoyed doing for 
Paul and it never failed to help her along greatly to 
her orgasm. To her surprise, she moaned just like she 
would if she was doing Paul and she worked slowly, but 
eagerly, on Jimmy's abdomen, making his load disappear. 
She felt her own climax coming on, her pussy widening 
in small muscular twitches. 

As she finished the last string of cum, her pussy 
clamped shut repeatedly on her fingers and she lay her 
head down on Jimmy's stomach and rested there, enjoying 
the pleasant sensations she had given herself. She 
contemplated Jimmy's black snake as it rested just a 
few inches from her face and that sight gave her a few 
extra squeezes, a few extra seconds of pleasure. Jimmy 
stroked her hair lightly, amazed at his incredible luck 
and blown away by her incredible performance. 

And then the first act was over. Paul set the camera 
down, although it was still recording. Sometimes, the 
between-scenes activities could make some pretty 
interesting filler for his videos. He picked up Deb's 
empty glass and Jimmy's beer bottle and headed back to 
the bar, leaving Deb alone with Jimmy. 

Debbie got up and put her robe back on--she still felt 
the need for modesty in front of this stranger 
regardless of what she had just done with him. For his 
part, Jimmy sat back relaxed on the sofa, his arms and 
legs sprawled comfortably akimbo, his black snake 
resting on his lap. Debbie sat down demurely at the 
other end of the couch. Jimmy seemed very at ease now 
that his resources had been drained.

"You something else, you know that?"

"Thank-you," Debbie answered demurely.

"What's next--what we gonna do next?" Jimmy asked, 
peering over at her.

"I don't know--I really don't know -- whatever Paul 
wants, I guess..." 

Debbie could not raise her glance to meet his eyes. 

"And you do whatever your man wants? Even with me?"

"I...I've always--I always do what Paul wants when we 
do these movies," Deb answered, flustered by all the 
questions. "I let him film whatever he wants -- that's 
the way we do it."

"And you get off on it, right?" Jimmy pressed. 

"I...yes, I get off on it."

"What part you like best -- what gets you off the 
most?"

Debbie sat, mortified by the personal questions. In 
that respect, it really was a night for irony. "I 
guess, I'm into the acts and the words," she finally 
admitted quietly. "Having to do something, kind of 
being 'forced' to do something. I guess it gets me 
off," she finished lamely. 

Jimmy sat thinking for a moment. Debbie wanted Paul 
back in the room badly. This conversation--she felt she 
had to answer Jimmy's questions to be a polite hostess-
-made her uncomfortable. It was worse than the actual 
acts could be. 

"What things you do to feel humiliated? Besides what we 
already done, I mean," Jimmy pried.

Paul came back, bringing his wife a clean glass of wine 
and a couple of beers for Jimmy and himself. "I, uh... 
usually Paul does some things to me, or has me do them 
to myself. Those kind of things," Debbie tried to be 
evasive, all the more self-conscious of her sexual 
interest now that Paul was back. But Jimmy wasn't 
having any of that. 

"Tell me some things you like."

Debbie flushed hotly. She felt heated throughout her 
body, a sign of her excitement. She knew her husband 
was also waiting on her answer. 

"Paul likes to spank me sometimes. And he likes my 
breasts. And my behind--to hit them with things--little 
whips, I mean. And my stomach and my legs and my back, 
I guess. It just helps me along, you know..."

"You really like being spanked and whipped, lady?"

"Yes, Debbie breathed, wanting to slide her hand back 
down into her robe and rub herself for a little while. 

"Don't it hurt?"

"Yes, it can hurt."

"And that's okay--that's what you want?"

"Yes," Debbie whispered, wishing she could crawl away 
and hide. She could hear the edge in Jimmy's voice. 
About her thing and the things she had already done.

"Okay then, lady. I can do them things," Jimmy stated 
confidently.

"I hope you can, Jimmy." Paul handed him a beer. Jimmy 
took a huge drink, draining half the bottle. Short-
order cooks are always alcoholics. Paul followed suit. 
"I hope you can supply all the nasty that we're looking 
for, isn't that right, hon?"

"Yes dear." She sipped her wine greedily, studiously 
avoiding their gazes. 

"I guess we can begin now, if you're ready, Jimmy"

Jimmy nodded absently in Paul's direction, his 
attention still fixed on the dainty little wife at the 
other end of the couch. He drained the last of the 
bottle. "You really can put them down, eh Jim? I'll get 
you another."

Paul went out and grabbed three more beers, hoping that 
Jimmy wouldn't get too drunk to be any further use. He 
already had a spectacular scene in the can but it would 
be a major disappointment to lose the rest of the 
night. He set the beers down on the end table. Going 
over to his control table, he swiveled the mounted 
cameras to the center of the room and then grabbed his 
portable camera off the table. He stood towards the 
center of the room where two indiscreet eyebolts 
protruded from the ceiling. 

"If you're ready, Deb, I think we can begin. If you'll 
stand up and toss the robe aside." 

Debbie drained her wine and shakily stood up. Her legs 
felt weak with excitement. She slowly pulled the short 
robe off and stood there naked in front of the men, 
wanting so badly to suck her little tummy in and cup 
her breasts to hide them from the view of the black 
man. 

"We'll need some restraints for your arms, hon. They're 
in the top right drawer."

Debbie crossed the room and opened the top drawer of 
the office desk. She pulled out two lengths of black 
polyester straps which terminated in leather cuffs at 
one end and snaps at the other. The straps were 
adjustable. "The black cat and the paddle, I think," 
Paul added. "Bring them to our guest." 

She brought out the cat o' nine tails, a plastic 
liquorice-type whip with tiny plastic balls at the end 
of the tails. There were really more than nine tails on 
the whip--probably more like twenty. It really didn't 
break the skin, but wielded with a heavy hand, it could 
make her think it had. The paddle was simply a five 
inch wide pine board that was about half an inch thick. 
The paddle had a hand-carved stylized phallic handle. 
Paul had lovingly carved and planed both parts of the 
paddle. 

He had even painted the words, "For All The Good Times" 
onto the paddle before he applied polyurethane to seal 
the paddle wood and make it shine. Reversed, the handle 
could be inserted at need into one of Debbie's 
orifices. He had given it to her on Christmas Day as a 
stocking stuffer years ago. She had been so excited 
that they had used it that morning and many times 
since. The paddle had been through a lot with Paul and 
Deb Winters. Debbie brought her load of equipment over 
to Jimmy, who had stood up eagerly. She set the tools 
down. 

"Fasten the cuffs on her and then just click the snap-
rings into the eyebolts in the ceiling. We want her 
arms above her head."

Jimmy stalked over to Debbie, his black penis dangling 
as he approached the small white woman. Debbie held out 
her hands and Jimmy fixed the padded leather cuffs 
around each wrist. He clipped the straps to the 
eyebolts in the ceiling and adjusted the straps until 
Deb's arms were pulled up over her shoulders. Debbie 
felt horribly exposed and vulnerable now, unable to 
defend herself from Jimmy. He stepped back and 
appraised her. 

Debbie consciously tried to pull her stomach in to make 
herself more appealing. She closed her eyes--she didn't 
want to have to watch--what was going on was just too 
embarrassing for her. Her nipples had stiffened the 
moment the cuffs had gone on. Jimmy eyed her 
approvingly and stepped around behind Debbie. 

"I'll want you to use the cat on Debbie, and also to 
slap and squeeze her--she'll like that."

"Okay," Jimmy answered.

"And after that, a nice spanking and then you can bang 
her on all fours from behind--whatever you want, no 
limits, okay, Jimmy? You can call her anything you 
want. She'll like that."

"Yeah. All right. You got it."

"And don't worry about Deb screaming or crying--it's 
all part of the game. She gets out a lot of emotions--
she says she feels kind of cleansed when it's all said 
and done. We have a 'safe' word, a word she'll say if 
the scene gets too heavy for her," Paul added, looking 
at his wife. Deb looked up from the floor at Paul. They 
both knew they didn't have a safe word. Deb looked back 
down. 

"All right, I can handle it," Jimmy promised. Debbie 
felt the black man sidle up to her from behind. His 
penis pressed against the small of her back as he 
leaned over her. His hands came around to gently cup 
and heft her breasts. Jimmy started to kiss her 
shoulder lightly and Debbie involuntarily reacted, 
shivering in goose bumps. She hadn't expected that. 

Slowly Jimmy's hands increased the pressure on her 
funbags, his fingers gently digging into her as he 
breathed his beer-breath into the hollow of her neck. 
Deb felt his large strong hands squeezing her and her 
breasts starting to ooze out between his strong 
fingers. She slowly came up onto her toes in answer. 
Jimmy's voice in her ear. "You like me to play with 
these?" 

Debbie nodded slightly; good enough for Jimmy. "You 
like me squeezing these titties nice and hard, 
dontcha?" Debbie nodded. Paul swept out in front of 
Deb, filming her reactions. "Whose titties are these?" 
Jimmy breathed. 

"Yours," Debbie said quietly, knowing what he wanted to 
hear. But also saying what she wanted to say. Her sex 
felt wet down there between her legs.

"Then you mind if I squeeze my titties harder, and then 
do a number or two on them? You wouldn't mind that, 
would you?"

"No."

So Jimmy went ahead and buried his mouth in Deb's neck, 
kissing and sucking lightly at her skin while his 
fingers clamped down even tighter on Debbie's jugs, 
kneading and lifting and pulling on her breasts as she 
moaned aloud, close to screaming with the sensations. 
He began to alternate, squeezing tightly and pulling 
one breast away from her chest before releasing it and 
clamping the other for treatment. 

Finally, his hands came to rest on her tits, which were 
pressure-streaked with red and white finger-shaped 
stripes. His fingers slid a tiniest bit on her abused 
chest and then his middle and index fingers clamped 
shut on her nipples. Deb yelped and gave out a long 
keening whimper that filled the room. Jimmy pinched and 
pulled at her sensitive nipples for what seemed like a 
full minute to Debbie. In her heightened state, the 
little wife was dimly aware of his huge penis rubbing 
up against her high in the small of her back. And then 
he was gone, leaving her aching breasts free as he 
stepped away from behind her. 

Debbie opened her eyes and looked up. She saw Paul 
filming her scene. And then Jimmy coming around from 
behind her. His penis had bloomed and poked the air in 
front of him. He positioned himself, balanced on his 
heels about two feet in front of Debbie. She hurriedly 
closed her eyes again. Jimmy stepped in and reached 
down to Debbie's abdomen. She spread her legs slightly 
to allow him access to her. His fingers bumped and 
rubbed over her clitoris. Jimmy slipped two fingers up 
into her vagina. 

Paul swung around again to videotape the action. His 
own cock had responded to his wife being fondled by the 
black man. He was not so much aroused from watching his 
wife take the abuse as he was from seeing her 
reactions. He knew she was turned on and it was 
powerfully exciting for him. 

Jimmy rooted around in Deb's sheath. Debbie felt 
herself coating his fingers with her shameful wetness.

"You liking this ain't you--You have a good time?"

Debbie nodded, her eyes searching his face.

Jimmy pulled his fingers out and put them up close to 
Deb's nose. When the little wife began to smell 
herself, she jerked her face to the side. Jimmy's 
fingers found her and smeared her essences under her 
nose and on her upper lip. "A little pussy juice 
mustache for you," he said. Deb smelled her secretions-
-no way to get away from them now.

Paul marveled at the act. This Jimmy was turning out to 
be more than Paul could have hoped for. He didn't seem 
to need instructions to operate on Debbie. It was going 
very well. Jimmy stepped back from Deb. She waited on 
him, not knowing what was coming next and afraid to 
look. It didn't take long. 

Slap! Jimmy brought his left hand up from nowhere and 
whizzed his hand into the side of Debbie's sore right 
tittie. Her breast moved from the sharp impact and 
Debbie uttered a short little scream of surprise and 
pain. Slap! Jimmy's right hand slapped her other breast 
and the fight was on. Debbie leaned forward in pain, 
trying to minimize her soft targets. 

Jimmy's hands slapped hard again and again against the 
outsides of her tits and Debbie cried out repeatedly. 
But he didn't stop. She began to sob with the indignity 
and the stinging pain, and tears ran down her pretty 
mother face. Jimmy began to cross-slap her chest, 
working the insides of her breasts, making her want to 
jump straight in the air to get away from this 
treatment. 

She felt her emotions cresting and she released her 
angst in sobbing torrents. Jimmy began to concentrate 
slaps from both hands on first her right breast and 
then her left. Whenever Deb tried to turn herself away 
from the attack, he would alternately begin to work her 
other breast. There was no place to turn. She cried in 
stinging release. 

Paul taped the sequence. Deb's breasts had turned from 
a mottled white and red to mostly red as Jimmy attacked 
her. He heard her racking sobs and captured her tear-
stained face on film as each palm struck her tender 
breasts. She was magnificent in her distress. 

Jimmy's fast hands finally wind-milled to a halt. He 
stepped quickly away and snatched up the cat. Debbie 
stood with her eyes closed, sobbing aloud, glad she 
hadn't worn eye makeup that would be running down her 
face by now. She was going to peek out and see what was 
coming when she heard the familiar sound of the cat 
cutting the air just before it connected with her 
tummy. Now Debbie found the strength for a full-lunged 
shocked scream as her breath happened to be leaving her 
lungs anyway. Her sound filled the room. 

Even Jimmy's eyes lit up in surprise at her reaction to 
this new torment. It didn't stop him from lashing her 
stomach and thighs though. He used forehands and 
backhands and didn't allow Deb to anticipate his 
targets or his timing. She shrieked; her whole front of 
her torso stinging from the cat. It didn't break the 
skin, but Jimmy hit a lot harder than Paul ever did. 
She couldn't seem to catch her breath--every time she 
felt she had gotten a handle on this new trial, the cat 
would catch her again. 

It stung as Jimmy worked her over. Finally, he eased 
the pace, aiming carefully for her funbags and 
connecting; whipping her sore breasts and nipples, 
which was a whole new kind of torture for Debbie. Her 
sobs filled the room with volume now and her chest 
heaved. She wanted to curl up on the carpet in a fetal 
position and rest for awhile, drained as she was. But 
Jimmy wasn't having it. He stepped up close to Debbie 
and she peeked out at him. Jimmy's fingers--the one 
that had been in her pussy, touched her face. He was 
wiping the tears off her face and chin. And she watched 
him hold the cat of nine tails up and then use her 
tears to lubricate the black handle. 

He stepped behind Debbie and she felt him use one hand 
to part her cheeks. She managed to spread her legs a 
bit and had just enough time to realize what Jimmy 
intended when he pushed the handle of the cat of nine 
tails into her rectum. And Debbie knew now that tears 
weren't a very good lubricant, because it hurt enough 
when he pushed it into her, lodging the thing in her 
bowel. He came around front and reached up to release 
Debbie's hands from the overhead restraints. 

With her hands free, Debbie cradled her aching breasts 
and then tried to comfort her stomach and thighs. 
Burning with the embarrassment of having her husband 
taping her while she had been abused. She felt so 
exposed, naked and stinging, with the cat still lodged 
firmly up her butt, its lashes hanging out of her like 
a tail. While Paul continued to shoot video of his 
teary-eyed, sobbing wife, Jimmy handed her her wine 
glass. Debbie accepted it gratefully, and took a large 
gulp to cool her throat off. Jimmy retreated to the 
middle of the couch, sitting down and cracking another 
beer open. The guy could really drink. When he saw that 
Deb was finished, he patted his lap. 

"All right, I think you need a paddlin' and a spanking. 
Sit down here on my lap."

Debbie put her glass down delicately. She felt warm and 
her legs felt shaky. She was acutely aware of the 
intense interest of the men, and she was embarrassed by 
the "tail" sticking out of her backside. She managed to 
walk over to Jimmy, but hesitated, unsure of how Jimmy 
would want her placed. 

"Lay across my lap, right here." Jimmy pointed down at 
his lap. Debbie eased herself onto the couch and lay 
down with her butt across Jimmy's black groin. She 
folded her elbows under her and rested her head down on 
her hands. She waited. 

Paul readjusted his cameras to focus on the couch. He 
was heady with success--this video was going to be 
fantastic--hell, it already was. And he was rampant 
down there--ready for some more action. Somehow, having 
this guy doing his wife made her more desirable to him. 
He had a hard-on that just wouldn't quit. 

"You comfortable?" Jimmy asked Deb. 

"Yes," Debbie quailed, expecting a stinging slap to 
rain down at any second. But Jimmy was patient. 

"You don't have to call me Master or nothing. But you 
call me, Jimmy," he said. 

"Yes, Jimmy," 

"You like being called names when you do this stuff?"

"I dont...I don't know..."

"You want me to call you names?"

"Okay," Debbie squeaked, certain that he was going to 
start in on her. 

She heard him pick up the paddle. 

"Well, what we going to call you? You like me wailing 
on your chest just fine. Now you gonna get a whupping. 
You got something sticking out of you ass. You're like 
a bad girl. Or maybe a bad whore. You want me to call 
you whore?"

"Yes," Debbie breathed. She could feel her pussy, warm 
and wet with her excitement and this dirty 
conversation. 

Jimmy tugged lightly at the lashes of the cat where it 
disappeared into her butt "Yes, what?"

She thought. What? Oh yes. "Yes, Jimmy," she answered. 

"You're a bad girl--you a dirty little whore then?"

"Yes, Jimmy."

"Dirty whore like you--tell me what you want."

Debbie gritted her teeth--so hard to say these things 
that Paul rarely made her say. 

"I want a spanking, Jimmy,"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes, Jimmy. I want a spanking."

"On this big ass--on this big booty?" Jimmy tugged at 
her "tail" again. Debbie blushed red. Her backside 
wasn't that big--but didn't these black guys like big 
butts?

"Yes, Jimmy."

"Yes, what, you little white woman whore?"

"I want you to spank my... my big ass."

"So I spank your big white ass and you like it. What 
you gonna do for me? What do I get out of it, Mama 
Skank? What you gonna give Jimmy? Tell me," he 
commanded. 

Debbie struggled hesitated with the words that seemed 
so unfamiliar to her. "You can...fuck me, Jimmy," she 
finally managed, cringing at the thought that her 
husband was listening.

"You want my black dick in you, don't you? In your big 
old pussy? Tell me."

"I...I want your big black dick in me, Jimmy."

"Say it like you mean it. Say it loud. And don't use my 
words."

"I want you to fuck me Jimmy. Put your big black dick 
in my pussy and fuck me," she yelled, hoping it could 
be enough. "Fuck me hard."

"You want it?"

"I want it!" Debbie shrilled as she lay across his lap, 
beginning to grind her mound against his thigh. Grind 
away to orgasm. She wasn't that far away. 

"Okay then. I'll paddle yo' big ass behind because you 
want it so bad. And then I'll dump you off me. You just 
get on all fours, cuz Jimmy's going to fuck your big 
old pussy from behind. Understand?" He moved her tail 
of cat lashes up onto her back, away from his intended 
target. 

"Okay, Jimmy," the terrified white woman promised. The 
next sound was the wooden paddle cutting the air and 
landing flush on Debbie's unblemished white ass. Her 
ass absorbed the impact, and received the sting. Debbie 
yelped anew. The ride had begun. Jimmy brought the 
paddle down on her thighs, just under her ass and 
splashed more good pain onto her. He rained blows on 
her ass focusing on one cheek or both of them together, 
striking only the softest, fleshiest parts of her 
bottom. Debbie yelled at each strike of the paddle on 
her, her ass warming and then burning. She was so 
vulnerable. 

Paul captured it all--the way the paddle slapped his 
wife's ass with each stroke. The way her cheeks shook 
with each impact and the cries she emitted each time 
the paddle came home to land on her reddening ass. 
Suddenly Jimmy set the paddle down. Without missing a 
beat, his large hand flashed and he buried his hand 
down on Deb's ass, the sound a sharp crack, totally 
different from the paddle. He began slapping her ass 
and thighs with his hand. Deb's cries changed pitch. 
His hand owned her big ass, she thought and she crashed 
into orgasm, rubbing up against his thigh, her pussy 
spasming tightly. 

It was so good, to cum this way. So dirty. Jimmy 
tattooed her ass cheeks for a little while more and 
then he leaned forward, dumping the wife off his lap 
and onto the floor. Debbie was still coming in little 
aftershocks when she hit the floor. She remembered what 
Jimmy wanted, so she hastily got up on all fours, with 
her flaming ass and yawning vagina facing Jimmy. He 
knelt behind her. Paul watched the black cook stroke 
his enormous piece of black equipment and then line 
himself up with Paul's wife. His cock fought for 
entrance at her pussy before it all of the sudden 
slipped into her. And then Debbie had her first out-of-
marriage experience. 

Debbie felt the head of Jimmy's cock at her pussy. He 
slid it up and down her folds until it was wet and then 
he pushed it into her. It was so warm and thick inside 
her. He rose on his feet and reached down to push her 
in the small of the back. Deb went down onto her 
elbows, presenting her upraised behind to Jimmy. Jimmy 
crouched behind her; pushing himself further into the 
white woman, pushing and pulling himself inside her 
until her pussy walls had accepted him. 

He grunted in satisfaction, and Debbie felt him trying 
to feed the last of his length into her. It was 
amazing--this was on a human being? She'd had other big 
things in her, but nothing so real and warm and kind of 
nice. Her pussy felt so full and yielding, holding 
steady as the black man stroked himself in her, trying 
to bury himself to the balls in her, the head of this 
black monster striking her cervix, which always set 
bells ringing in her head. 

Debbie couldn't say she was having another orgasm, but 
on the heels of the last one, it seemed as though she 
was continuing the end of the last one she'd had. Her 
ass still burned and Jimmy's groin was brushing against 
her butt sending the handle of the cat of nine tails 
just a little farther into her guts as he poked her. 
Just like having two, she thought raggedly. 

"Yeah, yeah. This is the stuff. Right now. You like 
this? Your big pussy be liking this?" Jimmy grunted, 
while he fucked away at her. 

"Yes, Jimmy," she said meekly, grunting her own grunts 
when Jimmy extended himself a little too far into her 
channel.

"You like my chunk in your white pussy? Fills you right 
up, don't it?"

"Yes it does, Jimmy. It's very filling," she said, 
instantly hating her lame words.

"Shit," the black man laughed, "you wet for me, ain't 
you? Your big pussy is wet for me? You want it short 
like this?" Jimmy pistoned his cock into Debbie, "or 
long like this?", his cock pulling out and leaving her 
pussy gaping open and then slamming back in, with a 
lusty wet squelch. 

"UH! Go slow on me, Jimmy", she panted, starting to 
think that with such a long thick cock that Jimmy could 
actually hurt her insides with his wild fast strokes.

"Gotta give it to you good. Gotta get my nut."

Paul watched as the black man redoubled his efforts in 
Paul's wife, opting for pulling himself out of Deb and 
thrusting back in with high energy. The sound his groin 
made slapping against Deb's backside was a sound Paul 
would remember the rest of his life. Her grunts as she 
accommodated the huge penis of the dirty cook in her 
pussy--the first time in her marriage she had ever had 
another man banging her. 

He zoomed, capturing Jimmy's cock, slimy with Deb's 
lubricants, pounding in and out of her. The way her 
pussy was left open for an instant before the black 
bone filled her again. The way Jimmy was slapping his 
groin against her backside as he filled her up with his 
black cock. Jimmy's balls had tightened up. 

"Where you want it? You want me to bust inside?" Jimmy 
was looking to Paul. 

"Yeah, shoot it inside her," Paul blurted excitedly, 
"then pull out and I'll get some footage of your stuff 
leaking out of her. Then go up to her face--Deb you 
clean him off and he'll feed you. Okay?"

"Okay," Deb managed, concentrating on the feeling of 
this huge organ pummeling her insides. It was kind of 
uncomfortable and she was glad she was pretty wet in 
there. At the same time, her ass still stung, and she 
had tiny residual feelings from her climax that made 
for very interesting sensations. Plus this was the 
first time she had ever had another man--she had come 
into marriage as a virgin, and the thought was very 
erotic to her. 

He's going to cum in me, she thought, Paul wants him to 
come in me... She knew Paul would have checked the guy 
for communicable diseases. Paul was nothing if not a 
details kind of guy. And she did want to put on the 
best kind of show for her husband. So she lay there on 
her forearms and prepared herself for the culmination 
of this particular scene. 

"Then hold on, cuz here it comes, you white bitch. 
Jimmy's painting your walls white," he barked. He 
grunted several times. "Take it. Take it bitch. Ah, 
Jesus, oh, oh, uhh!" He was shooting his semen into 
Deb's cunt. She didn't feel his spurts--she had never 
felt Paul's either, but she knew when she got even 
slipperier back there that he had come. The black man 
knelt gasping atop her, resting some of his weight on 
her backside. 

"All right, pull out and go up near Deb," Paul 
commanded. His voice was high with intensity and 
excitement. Jimmy pulled his wet, black dong out of the 
little white woman. On all fours, Deb felt the fresh 
air enter her yawning vagina. I must be wide open, she 
thought guiltily. Jimmy slid over and sat down beside 
her head, waiting and watching. Paul captured his 
wife's wide-open pussy, blasted with the ejaculate of a 
black man. The top and side walls of Debbie's pussy 
slowly closed, but a blob of spunk lazily made its way 
out of her, part of it dripping down onto her thigh and 
the other part fell to the carpet. 

Other globs soon followed, painting thin runners on the 
insides of her thighs while the small puddle on the 
carpet got larger. Debbie knew exactly what was going 
on--she could feel the drips trickling down her thighs 
and could hear the remains of Jimmy's blast dropping 
out of her and ending up on the carpet. My goodness, 
she thought. 

Paul stood back up and approached to squat down at 
their side. "Okay Deb, clean him off." Debbie eased 
herself down onto her side and resigned herself. Jimmy 
knelt down in front of her, presenting his black member 
to her. It was slimy with their sex juices. It was 
strongly repellent to her and at the same time she felt 
compelled by it. She reached out and hefted it with her 
left hand. Jimmy knee-walked closer to her so she 
opened her mouth and took him in. 

She washed his cock with her mouth, immediately tasting 
the familiar taste of her own pussy mixed with the 
dregs of semen that had been trapped under the crown of 
Jimmy's prick. She leaned forward and took him in 
further, relaxing her soft palate and throat muscles 
until she had six inches of Jimmy inside her mouth. She 
summoned up some saliva--she always tended to salivate 
when she had Paul in mouth, and she moved her tongue 
around to complete her task. When she backed off, 
Jimmy's thick black snake was clean and shiny. She knew 
Paul approved. 

"Okay Jimmy, take out her tail and then see what you 
can scoop out of her with your fingers," Paul said 
shakily. Jimmy pushed Deb's thigh and she responded 
automatically by lying on her back and spreading her 
legs. Jimmy's fingers hand reached below her tired 
pussy and he tugged softly on the cat still lodged up 
her butt. Please don't let there be shit on it, Deb 
pleaded silently. Jimmy slowly extracted the rounded 
six inch handle from her rectum and held it up for 
filming. It was clean. Thank God, thought Debbie. It 
would be embarrassing for it to be covered in 
something. Jimmy held it and then brought it to Deb's 
face. 

"Clean this, too, Mama," he stated flatly. 

Deb stared goggle-eyed at the crop handle that had been 
up her butt. She had done this type of thing before but 
it wasn't one of her favorites that was for sure. To 
put that in her mouth in front of this stranger? What 
would he think? She hesitated. Jimmy stared down at 
her, bemused. 

"You heard our guest, Deb. Better do what he says," 
Paul prodded, not knowing if Deb would do it or not, 
but hoping that she would. Both men waited on her. 
Debbie was mortified. Her husband was backing the black 
man's order. She felt so small and insignificant. Her 
heart was beating a mile a minute and she felt her 
humiliation fetish kicking in. Her face felt hot and 
her legs felt heavy and weak. Their eyes were burning 
into her--she looked to their faces for compassion and 
found only burning interest in her predicament. She 
sighed, and grabbed the cat of nine tails. She put the 
whole handle in her mouth and sucked gently on it. She 
tried not to think about the taste, or where it had 
been. After a few seconds, she removed it and handed it 
to Jimmy. 

"Good--that's my girl," Paul encouraged her. "Good job, 
honey. Okay, Jimmy."

Jimmy put his fingers into Debbie's wet snatch, 
swirling them around. It felt okay to Debbie. Paul 
produced a small vibrator out of the pocket of his robe 
and switched it on. He placed it in Debbie's right 
hand. She knew what it all meant. Jimmy fished around 
inside her and came out with two fingers wet with his 
yellowish semen. He examined his fingers incredulously-
-he had probably never done anything like this before. 

Debbie moved her hand down to her snatch and started 
vibrating her clitoris, moving the vibe in small 
circles over the hood. Jimmy brought his fingers to her 
mouth. She grabbed his hand and opened her mouth and 
sucked his fingers in. It was good and she orgasmed 
quickly, licking and sucking at his black fingers, 
fucking them gently with her mouth. Jimmy was amazed. 
Paul waited until after his wife's body loosened up and 
she had removed the vibe from her mound. He stood up, 
his cock still raging inside his robe. 

It had been a hell of a scene all the way around. 
"Let's cut for now and take a short rest." Jimmy 
bounded to his feet and headed over to examine Paul's 
video equipment. Paul helped his wife to her feet. He 
hugged her and she put her head against his shoulder. 
"You're doing a great job, honey. This is going to be 
the wildest video I've ever shot," he murmured, kissing 
her hair.

"That's good, honey. I'm glad--and I liked it, too," 
Deb added for his benefit. "He is clean, though right?"

"I had him tested. He's clean," Paul said gently. 

"What else do you have planned?"

"You know I won't tell you--it might ruin your 
enjoyment. The surprise of it all," Paul teased. 

"It's going to get worse for me?"

"It will get pretty embarrassing, honey."

Deb hugged him tighter and then let go. She surveyed 
her front side-- her breasts bore red marks from their 
abuse and her stomach was sore. She still felt Jimmy's 
semen clinging to her thighs. She went and fetched her 
short robe, wiping between her legs discreetly with a 
corner of the terry-cloth before putting it on. Jimmy 
stood at the equipment table with Paul. 

They were discussing his multiple cameras. Deb went out 
to get a refill on her wine glass. Despite her recent 
exertions, she still felt slightly intoxicated. She 
also grabbed a couple of beers for the guys. Her men, 
she gushed, excited by the thought that they were two 
men in there demanding her sexual services. When she 
came back into the den, she found both men watching 
her. Uh-oh. 

Paul started. "I was just showing Jimmy some of the 
footage--it's great. But Jimmy has a problem, hon." He 
waited, smiling and picking up his handheld digital 
camcorder. 

"Yes?" Deb ventured nervously, setting the beers down 
on the end table. 

"Yes," Paul continued. "He has to go to the bathroom, 
but he's uncomfortable going in an unfamiliar place. 
And I have to go, too." He filmed his wife. 

Deb flushed. This couldn't be good. "I could help him, 
I guess--I have to go too..." This had to be about her 
fourth glass of wine. 

"Yeah, that would be great. And we were thinking it 
might be fun to watch you go. In your other robe--the 
rayon one--kind of sitting pretty in the bathtub. And 
then we'll let go on you too." Paul filmed his wife's 
reaction. Her face was shaded pink, and she nervously 
eyed them. "Let's go," he prodded. 

Jimmy and Paul headed into the adjoining bathroom, and 
Debbie followed, her body warm with shame. Inside the 
bathroom, the men waited at the bathtub. Deb pulled off 
her terrycloth robe and put on the white satiny rayon 
robe that lay next to the bathtub. Paul didn't like to 
have her use the terrycloth one--it was too absorbent. 
He liked her to wear this one, which looked better on 
film. She put the robe on and stepped into the bathtub. 

"Lie on your back and put your feet under you, so it 
will kind of run up your stomach when you put your hand 
in it," Paul urged. Debbie lay down gingerly on the 
floor of the bathtub and pulled the hem of the short 
robe up high up over her stomach and breasts, bunching 
it under her arms. She put her feet out flat and raised 
her bottom off the tub floor. Talking about urination 
had put a charge into her bladder, and she was getting 
ready to go. Paul and Jimmy edged closer and knelt down 
next to the tub. Her husband was filming and he was 
ready. 

Deb closed her eyes and tried to relax her bladder. She 
was nervous as a cat, but she and Paul had done things 
like this before. They weren't pee-freaks or anything, 
but a couple of times Paul had peed on her or tried to 
pee in her mouth--that hadn't gone over so well--and 
once, he had filled her bottom with pee after he had 
come in her. She'd had to rush willy-nilly to the 
bathroom after he pulled out and he had captured that 
on tape--her trying to keep her butthole closed as 
tight as she could until she got to the toilet. She had 
almost made it before her ass-waters broke... 

She had made him clean up the floor. Now she tried to 
just relax and go. The seconds ticked slowly away, 
broken only by their breathing. Debbie felt the 
beginning and stiffened. Her pussy started to dribble 
slowly at first and then her warm, clear piss jetted 
out, striking the tub with a watery sound. Deb reached 
out blindly and placed her right hand in the path of 
her waters. Her pee struck her hand and deflected back 
onto her groin and stomach, streaming back onto her. 

The whiff of light urine filled the bathtub along with 
the drain burping as her initial stream gurgled into 
the drain. Her piss ran crazily up her stomach and 
boobs, before soaking into her robe. As soon as it was 
started, it was done, leaving Deb to wipe her hand on a 
dry place on her robe. She opened her eyes--the men 
were enraptured by her wet body. Their eyes were large 
with excitement. She pulled her wet robe down her body 
to hide herself from their eyes. She almost immediately 
felt slightly chilled as her urine cooled--it was 
always so warm and comforting as it came out of her. 

"Okay, hon, kneel up in front of us. I'll go first, 
Jimmy. Do like I do. And hold the camera," Paul 
ordered, handing the camera over to the stranger. Jimmy 
didn't miss a beat, using the four inch LCD screen to 
frame the action. As Debbie got up off the tub floor 
and knelt waiting with her breasts exposed for the next 
part, Paul was pulling off his short robe and handling 
himself. His cock was pretty firm for him to be 
pissing, but you never knew. 

Paul threw his head back, closed his eyes and tried to 
think of calming thoughts. His penis was blocked and he 
had to take the block off. He thought of the hours of 
careful editing and splicing that he would do. That 
didn't work, so he concentrated on the full feeling in 
his bladder. 

Imperceptibly, his penis softened and he felt it coming 
on. He groaned as he started to piss on his wife. He 
opened his eyes and aimed right down on her chest, his 
pee striking her bare skin. He washed her breasts, his 
urine hot and slightly yellow as it hit her, and then 
he moved his pressure stream up her collarbones and 
onto her neck. 

Deb knew where he was going and she closed her eyes. He 
had learned to be careful--piss in the eyes stung 
badly. So he played his stream carefully up her neck to 
her chin and then to her beautiful mouth. Deb parted 
her lips, but held her teeth closed. Paul played his 
stream across her mouth several times, washing her 
teeth. He wouldn't make her open her mouth--the very 
act of peeing on her was good enough for this film. No 
sense in making her throw up and ruining the scene. His 
stream flagged and started to peter out, so he leaned 
in closer to his beautiful target. 

Deb sensed the end of the act, so she dutifully leaned 
forward. The piss was just soaking right into her robe-
-she was quite a wet mess now. Paul's last squirts hit 
her on the neck and he was done. He leaned in as close 
to her as he could and presented himself to her. His 
wife leaned out and closed her mouth on the head of his 
cock, sucking gently and cleaning him. She felt him try 
to squirt a couple more times, but nothing came out. 

His piss tasted weak, but it was still bitter. A few 
drops were okay, she thought. She just couldn't handle 
mouthfuls without throwing up. A purely psychological 
response. Her husband pulled his turgid cock from her 
mouth and stepped back. "I got the whole thing," Jimmy 
announced. Paul took the camera and stepped away. 

"Your turn, Jimmy," Jimmy stepped in closer to the tub 
and handled himself. He was semi-flaccid and as he 
wrapped his hand around his big soft meat there was 
still four black inches facing Deb. She closed her eyes 
and waited, her pussy starting to tingle. This is so 
weird, she thought. 

Paul filmed as the black man leaned back slightly, as 
men do at a urinal. Without an announcement, his piss 
started to fly out, striking Debbie's chest and 
bouncing off her soft flesh to soak into her robe. His 
high-flow yellow urine, stronger than either of theirs 
had been, surprised the married couple with its 
strength and intensity. Debbie felt a large flash of 
excitement and on impulse, hurriedly cupped her breasts 
and held them up to the spray. Jimmy's hot urine filled 
the hollow between her breasts and soaked away. Then 
his spray shot up her chest across her neck and chin 
and sprayed wildly against her lips. 

Paul actually heard Debbie moan over the sound of the 
drenching she was receiving and as Jimmy's spray 
diminished, she actually opened her mouth to the yellow 
rain, letting it hit her gums and teeth and pushing it 
out quickly with her tongue. Jimmy followed his 
previous example and stepped in even closer. 

Debbie opened her eyes and enveloped the pissing black 
snake into her mouth. She tasted the acrid bitterness 
of Jimmy's beers as he finished in her mouth, emptying 
himself by contracting his pissing muscles, and 
releasing the last cleansing squirts in her mouth. And 
Paul watched and saw that his wife didn't spit the 
urine out around the black cock in her mouth, but 
rather, swallowed for him. His cock looked so 
interesting in her mouth, Paul thought. 

So much for her to handle orally. His wife broke the 
connection, with a wet popping sound. Jimmy's cock was 
free and it stood higher than it was when he started. 
"Unfuckingbelievable," Jimmy commented as he stepped 
away. Deb flushed with embarrassment and her mouth not 
April-fresh from Jimmy's piss. 

"Okay, back into the den. Jimmy, you pull the table 
into the center of the room under the cameras." Jimmy 
shambled out. Paul, still taping, lent a hand to help 
his piss-soaked wife to her feet. Her thin robe was 
drenched in spots. Paul handed her a towel and she 
wiped her face as best she could. And then she actually 
stuck out her tongue and wiped it with the towel. "You 
can take your robe off honey. Just put it in the tub--
we'll get it later."

Debbie let the wet robe fall to the tub floor. She 
patted herself dry as best she could. She could smell a 
slight odor clinging to her person.

"C'mon, honey. Let's go." Paul led the way out of the 
bathroom and Deb followed passively. Back in the den, 
she found her wine glass and drank deeply to cleanse 
her mouth. She felt a little chilled and very exposed, 
standing naked after what had just happened. But there 
was no time to reflect further. 

Jimmy had pulled the small but sturdy wooden table into 
the center of the room. It was a table Paul and his 
friends used to play poker. But it also had its sexual 
uses for Paul and his wife. The tabletop was high 
enough for Paul to stand comfortably at, while the 
tabletop was just big enough for Deb to lie upon. The 
perfect multi-purpose table. 

Paul set his camera into a tripod and raised the camera 
to ceiling height, which matched his other cameras. He 
motioned to his waiting wife. 

"On the table, hon. Jimmy, you step to her head--she's 
going to suck you this time." Deb made her way to the 
table, avoiding their eyes. She sat her butt onto the 
cold tabletop and eased herself upon it. She lay back 
gingerly on the cold surface until she lay on her back 
with her legs openly splayed for her husband while 
looking up at Jimmy's black groin. Paul stepped to the 
table between his wife's legs. Her pussy seemed somehow 
used-looking to him. It was an exciting thought. 

"Okay, Jimmy, step closer and let her do her stuff."

Jimmy stepped in and his huge penis dangled over her 
face. Deb used her legs and pushed her head over the 
edge. She gripped Jimmy's big, soft meat with her 
hands. It was so warm and fascinating. She opened her 
mouth and took him in, starting in one of her wet 
blowjobs. 

He was thick and soft, with a large vein that ran the 
whole length along the top of his prick. The girth of 
his penis filled her mouth. She sucked gently on him 
and laved him with her tongue. Her mouth-sounds filled 
the quiet room. Jimmy, like most men, was unconsciously 
insistent on giving her all she needed, pressing 
forward imperceptibly to feed her more of himself. 

Debbie compensated as best she could, but soon enough 
Jimmy had buried seven of his inches into her mouth. 
Her neck was trapped by the edge of the table and she 
couldn't retreat. She concentrated on relaxing her 
throat muscles and trying not to gag. She could deep-
throat her husband for short periods of time, but that 
wasn't the same thing as fellating this much larger and 
thicker penis. She finally was able to pop Jimmy's rod 
out of her mouth and apply her tongue to the underside 
of his cock, which bought her time. Jimmy seemed to 
appreciate everything she was doing for him. He moaned 
quietly to himself. 

Paul watched transfixed as his wife sucked her first 
cock outside of marriage. A black one at that. The 
contrast of his big, threateningly large black dong and 
her pretty little suburban mother face was 
excruciatingly poignant for him and his own cock rode 
stiffly out in front of him. 

He knew she was having trouble keeping such a monster 
in her mouth and he appreciated her efforts. He watched 
as she used the tricks he had taught her, licking and 
kissing the sides of the cock, and even biting gently 
on Jimmy to heighten his pleasure. Paul slid quietly 
away to the desk and pulled some lubricant out of the 
drawer. Standing back between Deb's legs, he squirted 
some lube onto his fingers. 

Debbie heard the squirt of the bottle of lubricant they 
usually used. Then she felt Paul's wet fingers slid 
enticingly up and down the outer lips of her vagina. It 
felt good--and even better when Paul rubbed his index 
finger gently in circular motions on her clit. She 
concentrated on the feelings, pushing up slightly to 
meet his finger. All the while she worked on the 
foreign penis above her face. 

Paul's fingers retreated from her and she heard him 
pump more lube out of the bottle. His fingers returned, 
this time three of them, and they were probing gently 
inside her, working their way inside her body where 
Jimmy had been earlier. She felt loose in there--kind 
of used or relaxed. She was excited and wet, but very 
relaxed now with her husband's attentions to her. She 
could see Jimmy watching her husband. She took his 
black member back into her mouth and worked at almost 
lovingly, like she would do for Paul. 

Paul probed his wife with three fingers. He fancied 
that she felt different up there than usual. Maybe more 
puffy or swollen than usual, he considered. He pulled 
his fingers out and put more lube on them. When they 
returned to his wife there were four of them. 

Debbie felt the fourth finger and suddenly realized 
where Paul was heading with this scene. She just wanted 
to bury her face under Jimmy's balls and hide until 
this was over. Paul's slimy fingers slid into her and 
he rooted around, rotating and turning them to make 
room. He started using his other hand to rub her clit 
gently and Debbie involuntarily responded by raising 
herself--it just felt so good. She wondered what Jimmy 
was thinking. 

Paul backed off and re-lubed, coating his whole right 
hand this time, rubbing the tops and sides. Jimmy's 
eyes were on him. "You putting that in?" he asked. 

"Yeah, Paul answered. "You doing okay?" 

"Yeah. I can shoot about any time now. I just need a 
little more stroke time before I bust." 

"Okay, when you cum, put some in her mouth and the rest 
on her face."

"All right," the black man agreed. Debbie was mortified 
listening to their discussion right over her body. She 
felt Jimmy trying to push more of himself into her 
mouth. She relaxed as best she could and let it happen. 
Jimmy's prick slid inched its way incrementally into 
her mouth until when she thought she would start to 
gag, his balls brushed against her forehead. He rested 
there a few moments and then slid out and she was able 
to breathe. 

Then she felt Paul's finger oozing back into her wet 
pussy. He was more insistent this time, using his left 
hand to spread her while the other hand surged inside 
her. She tried her best to accommodate him down there, 
spreading her legs farther apart. Paul got his four 
fingers in and pushed farther. His hand got caught at 
the base of his thumb. 

He tucked his thumb in and pushed. Slowly, his hand 
moved inward, until with a pop and a gasp from his 
wife, his hand disappeared inside her. His hand was a 
prisoner inside her wet warmth, like a muscled glove. 
He seated himself up to the wrist inside her--there 
wasn't any farther he could go. "That's just fucking 
amazing," Jimmy said, in awe. Paul nodded. 

Debbie had felt the pressure on her pelvic bones. She 
had been fisted before--it was on the tapes. Paul's 
hand always did get home, sometimes easy and sometimes 
not. She was filled and she still had Jimmy to worry 
about. She felt Paul's left hand start working her 
clitoris again and she knew she would cum. Blowing a 
strange man while her husband stood between her legs 
fisting her. 

"Go for it, Jimmy. Give it to her good," Paul urged, 
giving Deb gentle punches with his fist. He rubbed on 
her clitoris--he prayed that deep down she would dig 
this scene and respond. 

Jimmy started to get more dominant, reaching down to 
hold Deb's face still while he fucked his black pole in 
and out of her mouth. Deb tried not to gag--the thing 
was so long and fat-- and her eyes involuntarily 
watered when he made her deep-throat him. His cock felt 
like it was punching the soft palate at the back of her 
throat. She was caught between the efforts of the two 
men. Jimmy was grunting and fucking away at her mouth. 
Deb was salivating uncontrollably now and trying not to 
retch. 

Suddenly, he stiffened and held himself in her mouth 
and Deb tasted the now-familiar taste of his ejaculate 
in her mouth. Jimmy pulled his big black cock out of 
her mouth. "Hold your mouth open baby," he ordered. Deb 
kept her mouth open and her eyes tightly shut. Jimmy 
shot wads of cum onto her lips and tongue and then 
rubbed himself all over her cheeks and chin, groaning 
in his release. 

Paul was blown away--it would make good video. Deb's 
hips were rising up to meet his hand and the stroking 
he gave her clit. He felt her vagina tighten even 
further on his hand and knew that she had gotten there. 
He rubbed her spot lightly and his wife gasped and 
groaned in the throes of her own orgasm until her 
motions told him that she was done and her clit was too 
sensitive to continue. 

Paul pulled gently on his trapped hand and it slowly 
popped out of his wife, her pussy gaping open weakly 
for a few seconds, showing her inside plumbing. Paul's 
hand was still highly lubed. He edged around to the 
front of the table, stroking himself. Jimmy moved aside 
for him. Paul took up his position at Deb's face and 
stroked himself into overdrive. 

Debbie had kept her eyes closed while Jimmy smeared 
himself off on her face. She was embarrassed about her 
husband fisting her--what woman wanted to demonstrate 
for a stranger how much she could take up there?, she 
wondered. But the act and the humiliation had given her 
a thrill and had helped immensely with her own orgasm. 
Now, after Paul had pulled his hand out of her and left 
her wide open down there, she sensed him coming around 
to the head of the table. 

"One more for you, honey," Paul gasped, fisting himself 
furiously over her face. Deb waited patiently, keeping 
her mouth open as she had last been told to do. It 
didn't take long. Paul grunted, and sprayed himself 
onto her, his semen painting her teeth and lips, the 
overhead cameras catching the act from four different 
angles. Paul came so hard that his prostate ached and 
he felt he had emptied himself. "Open your eyes, hon," 
he urged. 

Debbie slowly opened her eyes. She could see the slimy 
underside of Paul's cock as he began to slide his cock 
over her smeared face, collecting the loose strands of 
jizz and pushing them over her lips and into her mouth. 
It was an erotic moment for Paul, and she stayed 
motionless while he slid more of his and Jimmy's spend 
towards her open mouth. When he was finished, Debbie's 
face was shiny, but clean of their offerings. 

"Okay, hon, you can swallow." The cameras caught his 
wife's shiny teeth and tongue as she closed her mouth 
and swallowed their goo. When she opened her mouth 
again, it was clean. "Good job, hon," Paul whispered, 
leaning down to kiss a clean, dry part of her cheek. He 
helped her sit up on the table and then pulled her 
gently off, hugging her closely. Jimmy sat back down on 
the couch, watching them, his cock soft and pliant in 
his lap. 

"You can go brush you teeth, hon. We'll rest for a few 
minutes--Jimmy's got to be tired--and then we'll finish 
up for the night. It's going great." His voice carried 
love and appreciation and Debbie reveled in it, proud 
of her ability to excite and satisfy these men. She 
went out to fetch a clean robe from her room and to 
brush her teeth. 

While Deb was away, Paul got some more beers and some 
wine for Deb. He pulled his hand camera down off the 
tripod. He rearranged the others to focus on the floor 
in front of the couch. He always kept his cameras 
going--you never knew what interesting things could 
come up during a break in the action. Jimmy excused 
himself and went off to the bathroom. Paul handed him a 
beer when he got back. 

"You got one more in you, big guy?" Paul asked.

"Shit, I won't lie. Three times is about all I need. 
But this shit is so fucking different that I guess I 
can go one more time. What you want to do next?"

"I don't want to say until Deb gets back. It'll go 
better that way," Paul promised. 

"I bet it will," Jimmy laughed, draining his beer.

"You just watch her face. I told you she likes the 
embarrassment--she feeds on it. So this last one should 
go pretty good for her."

"You want me to do anything special this time?"

Paul considered what would make the best video. "Just 
play along with whatever I say. And make it just like 
when you fucked her--make her talk and say things. That 
got her good."

"Okay." 

The two men rested quietly, waiting for Deb. They heard 
her brushing her teeth and finally, after quite a 
while, she reappeared in a fresh short white robe. She 
rejoined them timidly, accepting the wine glass from 
Paul and sipping pensively, sitting at the other end of 
the couch from naked Jimmy. Paul moved the short table 
back to the wall and returned, watching his wife to see 
if she was ready. 

Debbie was aware of the silence and the gazes of her 
husband and the black stranger. She felt warm and 
flushed with their attentions. What would they make her 
do this time? she wondered. 

"This has gone really great honey. It's really been 
something. We just want to do one more thing and then 
we'll all call it a night, okay?"

Debbie nodded. 

"There's just one place in you that Jimmy hasn't been. 
Look at me, Deb," Paul commanded. Debbie looked up, 
blushing. "Where hasn't Jimmy been?"

"In my bottom," Debbie answered, looking back down at 
her lap. 

"Look at us," Paul softly ordered his wife." Deb 
brought her eyes back up. She felt the familiar warm 
flush from having to look at her husband and the 
stranger.

"Are you ready--do you want to show Jimmy a good time?"

"Y...Yes," Debbie managed, thinking how long and fat 
Jimmy was. It might hurt a bit and he would take 
forever back there because he had come so much already. 
She would definitely be sore in the morning. Still...

"Show our guest what you're going to give up to him. 
Get up and give him a close-up, honey," Paul prodded. 
He grabbed his camcorder and aimed. 

Debbie got up, horribly conscious of herself, and 
slowly and undid her robe, letting it slide to the 
floor. Her breasts and belly were still reddened from 
Jimmy's attentions to them and she had seen in the 
bathroom mirror the faint splotches on her bottom and 
the beginnings of a few small bruises where Jimmy had 
paddled and then spanked her. She stood in front of the 
seated black cook and then turned around to present her 
butt to him. 

"Bend over," Jimmy ordered casually. Deb bent over. 
"Spread your cheeks."

She did as he asked, cupping her buttocks gently and 
spreading them, exposing her brown anus to his view. 
"Back up."

Debbie edged backwards until her calves brushed up 
against the front of the couch. Jimmy's hands replaced 
hers. He separated her cheeks even farther and Deb 
could feel the cool air caress her rose bud. 

"You want me to go up there, Mama?" Jimmy started in on 
her. 

"Yes," Deb said mechanically.

"Then say it," Jimmy said flatly.

"I... I want you up there."

"Up where?"

"Up my butt."

"This butt?" Jimmy squeezed her cheeks.

"Yes."

"You want me to put my big ole dick in this nasty 
hole?"

"Yes," Debbie breathed.

"Say it."

"I... I want you to put your... dick in my nasty hole," 
Debbie finished. 

She slid a finger down to her slit and started rubbing 
herself gently. The feeling was strong and exciting. 
Paul occasionally talked dirty to her or made her talk 
dirty on his videos, but somehow having to respond to a 
stranger was far more exciting for her. 

"No, no, no. You go on and say it without all that 
stuttering and hesitating. Say what you mean, girl--you 
want me to put my dick in that nasty butthole of 
yours?" 

"I want you to put your dick in my nasty hole," Deb 
blurted out. 

"Your nasty butthole?"

"My nasty butthole," Deb amended. 

"You clean back there?"

"I... uh... I'm not sure what--I took a shower this 
morning...," Debbie stammered.

"And you want me to stick my chunk up your big ole ass 
and you don't even know if you're clean? What comes out 
of that hole, gal?"

"My poop," Debbie cried out. "But I went before I got 
into the shower this morning."

Jimmy took his index finger and probed gently an inch 
into Deb's colon. She gasped. Her anus was still a 
little sensitive from having the whip handle in there. 
He pushed in another inch, up to the knuckle, twisting 
his finger before pulling out. She heard him sniff. Oh, 
Lord, she thought. 

"I don't know, baby. My finger smells kind of funky. 
You might not be clean back up in there. Come see how 
this tastes." Jimmy leaned forward and his finger came 
towards Deb's mouth. She was horribly aware that Paul 
had zoomed in for a close-up of her face. But she 
opened and took his finger into her mouth anyway. "Suck 
it," Jimmy ordered. She sucked gently on the digit, 
tasting the greasy soil of her ass on it, but 
thankfully nothing worse. 

He pulled his finger out, "that taste okay to you?"

"Yes, that tasted just fine," Deb answered, wondering 
if she should call him Sir. 

"Okay. We going to need some lotion. You get it and 
then kneel down and get me ready." Deb stood back up 
and retrieved the lotion from the table. She knelt down 
between Jimmy's legs as he sat on the couch. Pumping a 
generous amount of lubricant into her palm, she 
daintily picked up Jimmy's flaccid black prick and 
began to anoint him. She marveled again at how long and 
fat his penis was. She couldn't imagine that thing in 
her bottom. Even as warm and soft as it was now. She 
switched to two hands as it slowly responded to her 
ministrations. 

"Yeah, that's it, baby. Go on and get it up for Jimmy," 
he encouraged her. "It's my black honker baby, and it's 
going up your butt. You should worship on it. Give it a 
little kiss and thank it."

Debbie flushed, keeping her head down. She leaned in 
and kissed the shiny head of his prick and leaned 
quickly back. "Thank-you," she whispered, knowing that 
her husband was capturing it all. 

"Nope," Jimmy stated. "That ain't gonna git it. I ain't 
gonna tell you the things to say. You come on and think 
of some things and say them nice and dirty for us. 
Hurry now, you know we waiting on you." 

Debbie winced inside, realizing that this situation was 
arousing her greatly and that Paul was eating it all 
up. She leaned back in and talked to the black cock. 
"Come on, big guy. I want you to get up and do me. In 
the butt," she added. 

She kissed his cock-head several times. "Right up my 
butt--give it to me good. Right up my dirty butt. Up my 
big, stinky ass." She felt kind of excited and 
liberated to be responding that way. "C'mon, fuck me -- 
push it in real hard and stretch me out, Jimmy. Shoot 
your sperm up my ass and you can watch it leak out of 
me. I'll give you a good time back there. I really 
will."

Paul was rigid with excitement, moving around and 
zooming in and out on his wife--so engrossed and hoping 
that he wouldn't trip over something as he shot video. 
Good stuff. 

Jimmy pushed Debbie's head away and clambered to his 
feet. His meat wasn't rock hard this time, but it 
looked like it would get the job done. "All right, 
baby. Get down on the floor on your back and hold your 
legs up."

Debbie slid down onto the carpet and lay on her back 
pulling her legs back, showing her pussy and asshole to 
the men. She watched Paul move about the room, moving 
his cameras to catch the scene from different angles. 
Jimmy stroked himself idly. When Paul came back to film 
with his handheld, Jimmy dropped to his knees between 
Deb's legs. His cock seemed like such a large thing to 
be going in down there, Deb thought worriedly. 

Jimmy didn't waste time on formalities. He grabbed her 
legs and pushed them up and back onto her chest; 
raising her bottom off the carpet. He lined his cock-
head up with Deb's butthole and she felt the familiar 
pressure. She was somewhat of an accomplished analist--
able to fulfill Paul's wishes with her butt, and she 
enjoyed both the nastiness of the act, as well as the 
slight discomfort initially involved before it usually 
gave way to the rough pleasure. But this was different, 
and she knew it the second her anus gave way and his 
cock-head surged into her. It ached--she was held 
tightly open around him, and the feeling was different 
than it had been the other times. 

Paul framed a shot that captured the moment of 
insertion and the strained look on his wife's face as 
she was invaded. Her eyes were wide and her mouth 
opened in a soundless surprise. Jimmy merely grunted in 
his success and tried to burrow more of his shaft into 
the little wife's rectum. His greased cock slowly 
advanced, and it was Deb's turn to groan. 

He was going to be huge up there. Deb tried to relax 
and just accept it. She tried Lamaze breathing--
anything to take the edge off the discomfort of having 
Jimmy pushing into her. Nothing was working--her 
butthole hadn't ever had anything like this going into 
it and she was in shock. How much more could there be?

Paul knelt beside the two, entranced by the look on his 
wife's face. He filmed as her hands came down and 
clawed the carpet, grabbing and holding tight. She made 
high keening sounds like Paul had never heard as she 
struggled to accommodate Jimmy's pole. Jimmy continued 
to force himself into her until he was firmly seated 
with only three inches of his greasy cock remaining 
outside. He paused, proudly. "I still got more to go, 
but this might be easier for her if she was over on her 
stomach. Then I could really get going."

Paul considered the suggestion. It wasn't what he had 
been aiming for but it might lead somewhere. "Okay, 
Deb, turn over for our guest," he ordered. Jimmy backed 
up, pulling his cock out of Deb's ass. Debbie dutifully 
turned over and lay down on her stomach. Paul knelt 
behind her filming her bottom. "Pull your cheeks 
apart." 

She reached back and spread her cheeks, still mottled 
from her ass-whipping, for the camera. Paul filmed her 
wonderful ass. Her anus, usually a dusky wrinkled 
brown, seemed slightly open and swollen and red. It 
gleamed greasily at the lens. Paul stood quickly and 
snapped a small tripod onto his portable camcorder. He 
placed it up at Deb's head where it would catch her 
expressions. He pulled one of his stationary camcorders 
off for hand-use and adjusted another other for the 
best possible framing of this act and then knelt down 
beside the pair. "Do it, Jimmy," he ordered. 

Jimmy edged forward and leaned over Paul's wife, 
balancing himself on one arm while used his other hand 
to maneuver his black cock between Deb's cheeks. Paul 
filmed Debby's reaction as Jimmy entered her anus. She 
gasped and gripped the carpet tightly; her face pale 
with shock. 

Paul's other cameras caught the action as Jimmy propped 
himself up on both arms and inched ever forward over 
Debbie, filling her ass with his member, his buttocks 
rocking slowly back and forth to force more of himself 
into her. Her greasy ass was warm and inviting and he 
wasn't wasting time letting her get used to his size.

Deb struggled with herself to remain motionless and to 
provide a stationary target for Jimmy. He was 
stretching her assmouth with his circumference as his 
cock pushed past the old familiar depths of her 
intestine. She was very aware of her husband, kneeling 
by her head and intently filming this depravity. 

She whined involuntarily as Jimmy bottomed out in her 
backside, pressing his groin firmly against her 
asscheeks. He was huge up there--she felt an 
overpowering need to shit every time he pulled back. 
She also felt bloated and her stomach felt a bit 
queasy. 

Amid the meaty sliding sounds of Jimmy laboring over 
her, she detected the slight smell of her bowel mingled 
with the scent of the lubricant she had smeared on 
Jimmy's huge dick. Jimmy pumped her hard and long, 
working himself into a sweat, which fell on her back. 
While her husband filmed it all. She gritted her teeth 
and settled in to wait for the eventual end. She 
wouldn't be coming to orgasm this time, but maybe there 
would be some time after this scene was done...

It was everything Paul could have hoped for. He filmed 
his wife gripping the carpet with both hands; the 
little muscles in her arms tensed; hanging on for dear 
life. A little groan at every stroke. The kind of 
sounds she made whenever he pumped her there. It had 
always made him feel huge. Her back arched slightly as 
she lifted her rump to provide a soft pillowy target 
for Jimmy to plunge into. 

The black man was sweating and Paul captured his effort 
and the sweat that fell off his forehead onto Paul's 
wife. He was pile-driving into her, pinning her to the 
floor with his cock. Their sounds were exquisite--the 
sound of a man working to get himself off and the sound 
of a woman working to provide him pleasure at her 
expense. Jimmy worked hard, slapping his groin against 
Deb's rump on every stroke, burying himself in her as 
he labored inside her. 

He had come three times tonight, so this was more of an 
effort for him. He poked her poor ass steadily for five 
minutes while Paul filmed his shiny black dong 
mercilessly sliding in and out of his wife. Time was 
standing still for her.

Debbie was at the end of her rope. She knew Jimmy had 
come enough times already and that he would be spending 
a lot of time fucking her ass. She had lain there 
accommodatingly while he plundered her bottom. Just at 
the point where she thought she couldn't stand one more 
moment of this assfucking; just at the point where she 
was going to pull herself forward on the carpet and 
pull away from this anal experiment, Jimmy stiffened 
and held himself tightly up her ass. 

"Here it is, baby," he grunted, "take it--take all my 
jizz up your stinky white ass. Here it is--here it 
comes", he gasped as he began to root anew in her as he 
deposited his seed up her sore bottom. Debbie gasped in 
relief, knowing the worst was over. Jimmy let himself 
down on her collapsing into a sweaty heap on her back, 
still impaling her against the carpet while he rested. 

Finally, he rolled off her, his long thick cock 
slipping horribly out of her. Debbie felt the cool air 
on her back. She fought off the horrible urge to shit 
right there on the floor. She knew her butthole was 
gaping open and there was nothing she could do about 
it. 

"Wipe yourself off on her," Paul commanded tensely. 
Jimmy grabbed his dick and wiped his glans against 
Deb's behind. He left her cheeks shiny with lubricant, 
tinged brown with the debris from Debbie's ass. He 
rolled back lazily next to her. "Hold yourself open for 
the camera, honey," Paul instructed his wife. 

Debbie lay on her stomach, her insides still 
fluttering. She reached back and bared her stricken ass 
to the cameras. She felt red and swollen back there--
like one of those mature chimpanzees she had seen at 
the zoo, with their huge bulbous asses. Her husband 
filmed her gaping asshole, angrily red and swollen from 
the pummeling it had received. 

After a few seconds, a thin line of cum started to seep 
out of her ass. And then unexpectedly Deb's ass gave a 
small airy, ripping sound and she farted out a glob of 
yellowish semen which oozed down to her pussy. It made 
for great cinema. Debbie blushed warmly, knowing she 
would also feel embarrassed when Paul showed her the 
finished movie. Paul filmed the rest of her dripping 
anal cream-pie before allowing her to rest. As always, 
he left his cameras on. 

Jimmy got sluggishly up to his feet. "We done here? I'm 
about fucked out."

"It's good, Jimmy. You did a great job. You can get 
dressed now and head out," Paul answered. The black man 
nodded and grabbed his clothes from behind the couch 
and ambled off, quite ironically to the bathroom to 
dress himself. Paul and Deb waited, quietly listening 
and they heard the sound of his piss as he relieved 
himself. They waited without saying a word, until Jimmy 
returned, fully dressed and ready to leave. 

"Jimmy, I'd like to thank you again. When I get the 
video edited the way I want it, I'll have you over and 
we'll go over it again. How's that? Maybe a couple of 
weeks--we'll have a few beers and relive some fond 
memories," Paul said grinning. The black cook smiled 
back. 

"I'd like that--just give me a call," he stated, "and 
ma'am," he addressed Debbie still laying naked on the 
carpet looking up at him, "all those things I said--
they were just to help you along and all--you were 
really hot and I had a good time. I mean, you are 
beautiful and fun--shit, this was like the best night 
of my life doing these things with you and I want to 
say thanks and all. And I won't tell anyone, either", 
he finished weakly.

Debbie flushed as the black man appraised her naked 
body, looking kind of proudly at some of the marks and 
stains he had left upon her. "Thank-You, Jimmy. I had a 
good time, too," was all she could think of to say to 
the guy. She didn't want to get into details of the 
things they had done--she just wanted him to know he 
hadn't done anything wrong. She felt an absurd need as 
hostess to see their guest to the door.

With that, Paul let the black man out of their house. 
Debbie relaxed on the floor, feeling the wet semen 
still clinging to her thighs. She knew Paul would be 
coming back and that it would be her time. Paul would 
interrogate on film her and she would bare her 
innermost thoughts about the night's activities. She 
would get warm inside and Paul would film her 
masturbating as she poured out her thoughts to him. 
Maybe she would make some suggestions for the next 
time...

END

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