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(MF, reluc, intr, wife, voy, swinger, cuck) *** "Thirty days plus time already served and a five hundred dollar fine," I said, striking my gavel loudly, announcing the sentence and signaling the end of court for the day. My bailiff escorted the defendant, a young black male arrested for a bail violation, out of my courtroom. As the crowd filed out, I watched my husband arise from his seat at the rear of the courtroom gallery. Don passed through the gate, approaching my desk. He's super cute and I jealously noted how he attracted looks from the court reporter and the bitchy, blonde defense counsel. He looked so sexy; wearing the Armani suit I had given him for his birthday. Perfectly tailored, emphasizing his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he was so freaking hot. My husband Don is a high profile criminal defense lawyer, comfortable and commanding in the courtroom. Flashing me a devilish grin, I could feel my mood improve. All day, I had been excited, knowing he would pick me up from court on that Friday afternoon, wondering what surprise he had in store for me. Earlier that week he told me, "Kris, I have plans for Friday night. Pick out something sexy to wear, we are going to live out one of your favorite fantasies." "Please, give me some clue," I begged but he wouldn't budge, leaving me anxious with anticipation all week. My name is Kris and I am a lawyer and part time judge in Atlanta. In my early thirties, my husband Don is ten years older and the love of my life. Most men find me attractive and my husband tells me I resemble Brooklyn Decker, the SI swimsuit model. I'm five foot six inches tall and weigh 115 pounds, working out regularly to keep my figure. Every day, Don tells me I'm beautiful, encouraging me to wear tightly fitted clothes that highlight my figure. I was shy about doing this at first but now I love having men do a double take when I walk by in a designer suit, stockings and a pair of elegant heels. With my husband's help, I've learned the power a beautiful, nicely dressed woman wields when dealing with men. Our relationship has been secure, enabling us to experiment outside our marriage without fear of hurting each other. We have tried swinging and dating other partners but we always find ourselves back home, reliving the highlights of sexy "single" fun. Reflecting on those first forays into swinging, it was hard for me to accept allowing my husband to be with another woman. I was insecure and very jealous. On the nights Don was out, I would sit at home alone, watching TV, constantly thinking about which gorgeous girl he might be with. I'd go to bed alone, wearing the most scandalous lingerie, hoping he would come home and ravage me. Some nights he was gone until the morning but most times he came home early almost crazed for sex. On those nights, making love was so incredible that it made up for sharing him with another woman. Eventually, I came to trust that Don truly loved me and that our sexual experimentation was actually strengthening our bond. Only then did I actually enjoy going out on my own, "partying" with other men. In fact, it seemed I was more popular than during my single days. Perhaps because I was honest about being married, wearing my wedding ring and telling my date that I wanted to hook up "just for tonight." Admitting this resulted in many more opportunities, as most men preferred just one night of sex and no long-term commitment. Eventually, Don became interested in participating on my nights out. "I'm just worried about you, babe," he said, explaining why he wanted to come and watch over me. On those nights, Don would select my outfit. He'd be sure to find something suggestive that stretched the bounds of what I normally would wear. Dressed in my sheerest bra and panties, I would have to try on all of his favorite outfits before he was satisfied. "You look fantastic in that dress and those shoes are wickedly sexy" he'd say encouraging me to wear my sexiest leopard print dress along with four-inch heels and stockings. "I'm glad you like it, but I feel like a high priced call girl," I replied. "Really, what if someone we know sees me like this?" I asked. "Actually I'd like that. It would make you seem even sexier to me," he answered. Don would nurse a drink at the bar, while I sipped white wine waiting for the right guy. I'd flirt unashamedly, while discreetly watching Don's reaction. Mostly, I found him smiling at my actions, as if he was enjoying my seduction as much as I did. If I drank too much, showing poor choice in a potential date, Don would step in and rescue me, taking me home. But most times, he was happy to sit there and watch me seduce a stranger. I still remember the feeling of abandonment, the first time I left a bar with my date, leaving Don behind. I was so nervous, worrying about being with another man and also worrying about Don, being home alone. At first, I would go with my "date" and stay the night, trying to enjoy a night of "freedom." The next morning I would call a cab for a ride back home, still feeling a little guilty about what I had done. I would enter the house quietly, finding Don patiently waiting, drinking coffee and reading the Times. "I'm back," I'd say anxiously. "You look lovely this morning," he'd say, admiring my "just fucked" look. "Did you have a good night?" he'd innocently inquire. "It was OK" I replied, hesitant to go into the explicit details. "Come on, I want to hear about it. Was he good in bed or not?" he wanted to hear exactly what had happened. "Of course he wasn't as good as you," I replied then I'd share the intimate details. Don would get so aroused listening to my story that we would usually end up in bed, making love within minutes of my return. I wanted to keep our marriage bed just for us and not bring a lover back there. Eventually, Don talked me into bringing my date back to our house. Actually, I felt safer knowing Don was there to watch after me on our home video security system. He would record the sex and later we would watch together. The video of me as being ravaged by a stranger while lying in our marriage bed was intensely erotic. While watching, we would be stirred to incredible passion, making love as if it were our first time. My husband was especially fond of fucking me while my pussy was still filled with another man's cum. He relished performing oral sex on me, licking the stranger's cum from me before filling me with his own. This seemed to be his penultimate fantasy, sharing his wife with another man. Now after several years, I share his obsession and find offering myself to another man, reassuring to my sense of being an attractive and desirable woman. My self- confidence has improved and I find myself more poised in both business and personal relationships. Of course, men are never satisfied. Now my husband is talking about me having a child, not his but another man's child! When he first suggested it, I thought, "He must be crazy" and went to bed early, refusing to even discuss it further. But with his usual persistence, he kept it up, suggesting it each time we watched a video of another man unloading his sperm into my womb. "Just think about how sexy it would be to have another man's baby, especially if the baby was black. Everyone would always know that you had been fucking another man and that I was a cuckolded husband," he implored. Knowing my hesitation partly came from thinking he might eventually leave me, by using my obvious infidelity as a reason, Don even drew up a legal document that described his request and gave me all legal rights to our property should we ever divorce? "Seriously, would you really love me if I had another man's child," I had asked him just last month, after he brought up the subject again. He could be so relentless, obsessing about his sexual fantasies. "Of course Kris. It would be the ultimate sign that you love me. After all you would be fulfilling my ultimate fantasy. Please let another man impregnate you," he begged, holding my hand, his gaze pleading me to say yes. "I'll think about it," I said, shaking my head in wonderment, trying to understand and defuse his obsession. "But I do want a family and am going off the pill so think carefully about whether it's you or another man who makes love to me next" Maybe that would give him pause, making him realize the potential consequence of his demands. Don, my husband is a handsome man, six foot three inches tall and very well built, not overweight, with a nice butt and very sexy abs. He has a nice cock but, and there is always a "but", it is only six inches long, even when I lovingly take it between my lips, bringing it to full erection. No matter, we have great sex together and he satisfies me using his skillful tongue and gentle hands. Don loves me enough that he has allowed me to experience a larger cock on multiple occasions. Most recently, we tried swinging with another couple. The man was an extremely well endowed nine inches. I still recall his cock against my cervix, feeling his sperm flooding my womb. Don is very careful in selecting our partners just so I can fuck them bareback, blessing me with a more intense orgasm. He shares in the sex by devouring my cum-filled sex each time I return home. I recalled these memories as Don escorted me to my judge's chambers, his hand resting on my waist, producing a slight tingling that excited me. Once there, I slipped off my robe, watching Don's eyes widen as I stood wearing only a sheer bra, thong and stockings. "Like this outfit?" I asked, teasing him. I had been turned on all day wearing just lingerie under my judge's robes. It had taken lots of nerve to wear that in the courtroom. All day long my nipples had been erect and exquisitely sensitive brushing against the robes' soft fabric. Just walking to my judge's desk had been almost enough to make me orgasm. "Do you think anyone knew what a sexy woman was hiding underneath those robes?" Don said. "I hope not or my days as a judge are finished," I answered. "It was really hard to concentrate while wearing this outfit." I'm proud of my appearance, even after turning thirty I'm not much different that my college years. Blessed with a full, natural figure, 34C-24-25, I'm able to dress in sexy and suggestive clothes that most women only dream of. At parties, I frequently am told that I should have been a model or should try to pose for Playboy (another fantasy that Don would love me to fulfill). To keep this fit, I work out constantly, just another price to pay for looking good and keeping my husband happy. "Kris, remember our last swinging partner?" he asked, breaking into my reverie. "Of course, how could I forget that hunk of a man. And his cock, oh how good it felt" I replied with an involuntary shiver. "That was a wonderful treat. Thank you so much, but I think we both enjoyed it, didn't we?" I looked questioningly back at him, knowing he had thoroughly appreciated watching my seduction. "Well, tonight is going to be even better. Remember my fantasy of you having a black lover?" Don asked. As I heard those words, my mind flashed quickly to a scene in one of our favorite porn DVDs. In the movie, a petite blonde was being pounded by a tattooed and muscular black man. His cock was extraordinarily thick, long and stretched her tiny pussy. Her perfect white skin was an erotic contrast to his dark black cock as it slipped inside her. Recalling the image of this beautiful woman being taken so completely, dominated so thoroughly, made me shiver with anticipation. When I reached over to caress my husband's cock, I knew my "going black" had the same effect on him. I leaned over and passionately kissed him, letting him know I was thrilled about his surprise. "Not so fast girl, you need to save your energy for later" he said, pushing me away. "Okay, but why don't I give you a little special attention now?" I said, kneeling and unzipping his pants. Pulling out his hard and throbbing cock, I smiled deviously at him and took it in my mouth. I could taste his pre-cum as my tongue swirled around the tip. He held my head, forcing his himself between my lips. Within a few minutes, he was groaning with pleasure and I could feel him ready to erupt. With a valiant effort, I held my breath and kept his cock buried deep until he came with a desperate groan. "That was a perfect way to start the weekend, you little slut" he said as his cock slipped from my mouth. "I hope you show the same enthusiasm when you meet tonight's guest, he's waiting at home for you. Remember, act like the slut I love, not a judge and let him be in charge. Now clean up and head out to your car and remember to act like the secret slut you are. We'll be waiting at home for you." I watched my husband leave, hungrily admiring his firm butt and wondering whom he'd selected for tonight's seduction. Again, my mind flashed back to the video and I imagined myself in the female role, my legs open and my pussy filled by a huge, black cock. I shuddered involuntarily anticipating how my pussy would feel stretched and full of cum . I knew my husband would find it sexy watching me and I hoped tonight would be satisfying for both of us. My husband waved as he left for his drive home. I took down the red, Herve Leger bandage dress I'd brought for the evening. Cut low in front and barely reaching mid- thigh it hugged every curve and felt ever so sexy to wear. With butterflies churning my stomach, I checked my makeup and applied a deep red lip-gloss that matched my long, manicured nails. Last night I had spent an hour at the salon, letting a tiny Vietnamese girl work her magic. I left the salon wearing long and very impractical but extremely sexy artificial nails. All day long I had been struggling, trying to type and even button my robe, hindered by my lack of dexterity. "Why do men love anything that makes a woman's life impractical or difficult?" I thought. "I'm wearing four heels that are impossible to walk in. My nails are long enough to poke out my eye when I put on makeup and my dress is barely enough to cover my boobs and butt." Then I looked in the mirror and saw just why I had gone to all the trouble. Really, I looked fantastic. Very sexy and not at all like the respectable woman most thought me to be. "I guess the real purpose is to get a man into the mood for sex. Really, there's not much else I can do dressed like this" I thought to myself. It took a moment to add deeper blush to my cheeks and to emphasize my blue eyes with eyeliner and dark grey eye shadow. Working until I had a seductive, smoky eye appearance, I checked my reflection in the mirror, seeing my face change from professional woman to "I'd love to have sex with you." Reaching for my bag, I pulled out a multi-strand gold necklace that dangled down between my breasts. Large gold hoop earrings and several sets of gold bangle bracelets went on next. Standing back, I turned, checking my appearance; it was sexy, suggestive and clearly meant to convey my availability. No one would recognize me as an uptight lawyer and municipal judge. My clothes and makeup had transformed me into any man's ultimate fantasy woman. Finally ready, I grabbed a small clutch purse, just big enough to hold my lipstick and mobile phone. "I hope no one sees me dressed like this," I said to myself as I left the office, my heels echoing along the empty hallways. Realizing I was wearing exquisite designer clothing, incredible shoes and jewelry worth thousands, I considered myself a very lucky girl. "I hope my husband and whoever he has waiting for me, appreciates all this effort," I thought. Not wanting anyone in the building to see me dressed like a slut , I took the back elevator to a secluded stairway connecting to the basement parking deck. There was no security camera but I had used it many times before and always felt safe. Walking down the stairs, I was hoping no one from the court would see me. The stairwell was dimly lit, with only the sounds of my heels breaking the ominous silence. My dress was tightly fitted which combined with my stiletto heels, meant I had to step carefully down the stairs. Arriving at the basement level, I felt a shiver of apprehension pass through me; it was so quiet and foreboding. Suddenly, I was aware of someone standing in the shadows just beyond the door. Before I could react, a man stepped out, blocking my exit. "So the judge is sneaking out for a night of fun?" I heard a familiar voice say. Turning towards the sound, I gasped with surprise and fear as a large black man approached and grabbed my wrists. Unfortunately, I recognized him as a prior defendant that I had sentenced to jail for domestic abuse and drug trafficking offenses. He had been smoking in the stairwell and was just as obviously surprised to see me. Feeling his hot breath on my neck I stammered, "You'd better let me go," but I couldn't muster much conviction as I said it. Held captive, I kept still, his body just inches from mine. Normally I carry a gun or mace but the only things in my small clutch were makeup and my cell phone. Knowing I was meeting a new lover, I usually would carry at least a condom, but at Don's request I had none tonight. He had promised me a night of safe, bareback sex. Trying not to show my fear, I watched him closely as his eyes roamed from my face, down my body, appreciating the seductive outfit I was wearing. "Mmmmm, you look good enough to eat, real eye candy," he laughed. "Never knew you had such good body hidden under your robe." "So, it looks like the judge is planning a night of partying. Unless she has started adopting the slutty look in her courtroom," he said. "Maybe you're looking for a night of fun after putting a few more brothers away. Does all that power turn you on?" he taunted. He struck home with the comment about me being ready for a night of fun. He was dead wrong about me owing him anything but I didn't think he wanted to hear that argument. Even though I was expecting to be fucked by a strange black man, I didn't want to be raped in a stairwell by an abusive ex-con. Rape was about violence and submission, not about sex. I wondered if he was interested in revenge or planned to hurt me for what had happened. No way did I want to be seriously injured and my options were very limited. My mind was racing as I estimated my chances of getting away from him. Was there any way I could change his thinking, get his mind off a violent retribution? "Don't even think of screaming or trying to run," he said. "There is no one around and it will be much better for you if you cooperate. I'll bet you've even used that line before on another brother." I was backed up to the wall with nowhere to escape as he pressed his body against mine. Even in heels, he towered over me. Looking up, I tried to gage his anger. Through the thin silk dress, I could feel his warmth, contrasting the cold concrete at my back. His hands held my wrists as he leaned forward, his hard cock pressed against my abdomen. It was hard to keep my balance both physically and mentally. "NO, PLEASE!" I whispered urgently, begging him to stop the assault. I could feel my stomach churning with anxiety. My dress barely covered me and as he pressed forward, the hem rose, exposing my legs and stockings. "Look at me woman, I'm in control here, not you. In this hallway, you're not a judge. To me you are just another bitch, looking for a man to make her squeal. You belong to me tonight and I'll do with you as I please," he said menacingly. Again I could only whimper, "No please. I'll do anything you want," at which point he began laughing. "Of course you will. You're mine tonight girl. No other options. Understand?" "You can either like it or not but stuff is going to happen. I don't mind doing time for it either. I'll be a legend back in jail for getting to fuck you. I'm sure the man will eventually find something else to lock me up for, so it might as well be something I'll enjoy." Hastily I assessed my chances of escaping as extremely unlikely. I could lift my knee into his groin, momentarily stunning him but could I escape? Running in heels and this dress would be difficult. Plus, what would he do to me if he caught me again? Probably beat me like he had done to his past victims. Could I manipulate him in any way? I wondered. He seemed to read my mind and reached down with a scarred, tattooed hand, lifting the hem of my dress to expose the lace tops of my Dior stockings. "Whoa! So the judge has a sexy side she keeps hidden," he exclaimed. His hand reached higher, exposing my bare upper thighs and shaved pussy. "This is amazing. A bare white slit just begging for some black cock. Did you do this just for tonight?" he asked while his finger touched my exposed clitoris and smooth, soft skin. "My husband likes me this way and I always try to please him," I said without thinking. Why hadn't I worn any panties? Now this guy assumes I'm a total slut and he'll have no hesitation about fucking me. He'll probably just think I'll enjoy it no matter what he does to me. "No, what I mean is this is a special occasion. I'm meeting my husband and a friend for dinner. They'll be expecting me and come looking I don't arrive or call soon," I said, hoping to dissuade him. "What kind of girl shaves her pussy and dresses like this to meet her husband and a friend?" he thought out loud. "Maybe the kind of bitch who likes a little extra- marital sex," he said, smiling knowingly back at me. "Maybe a woman who likes more than one man," he said. "Someone who just can't get enough cock." While talking, he fingered my clit for a moment, causing me to gasp involuntarily. His fingers soon found my soaking wet slit and his eyes opened with amazement. "So the judge is already wet?" he said. "Maybe she likes the idea of a black cock inside her?" The excitement of my planned liaison had betrayed me. "I was expecting to meet someone," I said, immediately realizing I should have said "my husband" rather than "someone." What was wrong with me, my thinking was too slow. Somehow I had to turn events in my favor. "I meant, I was thinking about sex all day and that's why I'm so wet. Do you actually think you're making me wet?" I retorted. Immediately I regretted that, realizing it could only serve to make him angrier. "So I'm not good enough for you?" he replied. A sneer appeared on his face. I sensed things were going badly for me. I had to keep my wits and not say such stupid things. "Ah, I understand, the judge has something going on the side. Maybe your husband isn't man enough to satisfy you. Am I right?" he said looking at me with his hand still fingering my pussy. His hand felt rough and was not going to be stopped by my futile efforts. "Maybe he's one of those small-dicked white boys with lots of money but nothing to offer a woman like you," he said. "No.... I mean maybe.... I mean I was going to meet someone" I tried to answer him but he knew I was lying. Dressed like this, wearing a revealing dress, stockings, stiletto heels, with no panties, it was obvious I was planning on being seduced. Now he found me standing in a dark hallway with an already soaking wet cunt, and nothing I said would change his impression. I shivered with fear, anticipating what he might do to me. I didn't fear the sex, just the violence I knew he was capable of. "You're right," I admitted. "I was incredibly turned on tonight. I am having an affair with another man. I had planned on seducing him and was dreaming of having sex with him. That's why I'm so wet" "Finally, a little honesty from the judge," he said and deftly slipped two large fingers inside my sex. I couldn't help but respond, it was so unreal being held captive and yet a part of me wanting to be seduced. "Oh, oh," I softly replied, not resisting his advance, I parted my thighs allowing his penetration. Showing tremendous strength, he almost lifted me off the ground with his hand buried in my sex. "Does the judge like this? Maybe she wants to be taken by a bad brother," he guessed correctly, without knowing I had planned exactly that for the evening. I could have screamed but no one would hear. Plus, I didn't really want him to stop. I just didn't want him to hurt me. Don and I had planned on me seducing a black man tonight and here he was. Not safe and protected like we intended but very real and infinitely more exciting. Although this could be potentially violent, it was also a terribly erotic scene. Don would want me to have sex with him, I was certain of that. He would want to hear every detail of whatever I did. "What's the matter, have you suddenly lost your way with words," he asked. "No I was just thinking about my husband and what he'll think about this," I said truthfully. The outcome of similar situations was something Don and I dealt with daily. I could hear Don's voice, the defense lawyer saying, "But your Honor, this woman was dressed way too suggestively. She was sexually teasing my client and asking for it. It was obvious that she wanted to have sex and my client just obliged her. Now she is claiming otherwise." Jesus, what kind of trouble did I get myself into this time I thought. I need to get his mind off revenge and get him to concentrate on sex. I can deal with that and my husband will even enjoy hearing about it. "Let's go back up to my office where we can be much more comfortable. I have a large leather couch there," I suggested. At least I would feel safer there. His eyes opened wide with surprise at my proposal, which is just what I had hoped for. I surprised him with my offer but what would he do? Going back into a courtroom might trigger a violent reaction. "Tell you what. You're such a smart lady, I'll let you go if you want to escape," he said calling my bluff. He understood the legal system well. If I volunteered to take him back to my office, he wouldn't be a rapist. The act would become consensual sex. He stood back and offered to let me pass to my car. Here was my chance. I could escape, maybe, if he was serious, and get home to be seduced by different black man. Or I could stay and feel what is was like to have sex with a man following several years of abstinence. Knowing that I had put him away, denying him sex, he would be merciless. An image of him thrusting his cock into me flashed in my imagination. Unexpectedly, my desire rapidly flared, overcoming my fear, preventing me from walking away to my car. Looking up at him, I realized that I didn't want to flee. There was no way either of us wanted it to end without his black cock buried inside my white pussy. Nervously, I pulled my dress back down and looked towards the door and then back at him. His face was rough and several gold teeth gleamed in the dim light. His thick arms and muscular neck were covered with tattoos, ominous and menacing. I knew he had a violent past so why did I want to surrender to him? How would I feel, making love to a criminal in my judge's chambers? It would certainly be more comfortable than in the stairwell and definitely safer, excepting for the fact I was off my birth control and I didn't have any condoms. "Ok, really. I'll do it if you promise not to hurt me." I acquiesced. "You need to beg for it," he growled at me impatiently. Making me be submissive was going to be a real power trip for him. "Let me hear you ask me to fuck you" Trying to maintain some control, I used a steady voice "I want you to make love to me. Right now, I was planning on being seduced tonight and you obviously need some relief after the two years I put you away. Let's go upstairs to my office and you can make love to me." "Not good enough. I want to hear you say the word FUCK and beg me to do you. Make it sound convincing, just like a jury would want to hear" he laughed. I scowled for a moment but knew he had control. "Okay," I said. Then I took a moment, flipping my hair back and adjusted my dress to give me a sense of power. With a sexy smile and low throaty voice I said, "I want you to fuck me. I need your big, black cock inside me and I insist that you fill me with your black cum." He smiled in return and then I noticed him holding up his iPhone. "Just in case you change your mind," he said. Turning his phone towards me, he played back a video of me asking him to fuck him." "You SOB!" I said. "What more do you want? I just agreed to have sex with you. Do whatever you want, just don't hurt me," I begged. "But if you show that video to anyone, you're going to ruin my career. Please, don't let anyone see that, ever," I pleaded. "I'll make you the happiest man alive tonight if you just promise me that." "Now you understand who's the boss. Remember how I asked for a reduced sentence? You just said no, I had to do the time. Well now you've got to do the same, understand?" he growled back at me. "In fact, let's think of this video as a get out of jail card for the next time I get into trouble. I'll just put myself at the court's mercy. Don't you think I'll get better treatment next time?" he asked insolently. Stewing with resentment at being manipulated by a street criminal, I knew he was right. How did I let him get me to say that? It didn't matter if I was under duress, once that video hit You-Tube my career would be over. I was fucked professionally and was about to be fucked physically in the next few minutes. With a sweet southern smile, I looked up and trying to appear relaxed and seductive. "I think we both understand each other's needs very well. Why don't we go back to my chambers and have a drink? I can make us a nice martini." I turned and walked back up the stairs leading him along. My short dress gave him a clear view of my bare bottom as I heard him say, "Sweet, a nice firm ass and smooth pussy." He ran his hand along my exposed thigh, brushing my puffy labia. At one moment we passed within shouting distance of security but I didn't try to call out. We had an agreement and he had the video on his phone. Luckily my hormones were surging, despite the situation and my body was responding subconsciously. I was going to be his fuck toy for the next hour and hope that satisfied him. His hand rested on my butt as we entered my office. "I've never seen the inside of a judge's office before and now I'm going to see my cock inside a judge!" he joked. "Now let's see what's underneath that dress" he said. Obediently, I reached back to unzip my dress. As the delicate fabric peeled off my shoulders falling to the floor, his eyes flashed with hunger. Standing nude except for my stocking and heels, my body was tantalizingly displayed. My firm C cup breasts, naturally small waist flared slightly to my hips, creating a sensual profile. Having shaved my bush, my slit was revealed, his eyes focusing there as the dress fell away. Unfortunately, my body had betrayed me with my erect nipples and glistening slit revealing arousal. "God, you are some sexy woman, maybe the hottest white chick I've ever had. I'm going to enjoy fucking you tonight!" he exclaimed. "I'm glad you like me" I smiled at his response, realizing that I had become a willing sex partner but more importantly, that he was in a much better mood. Stepping out of my dress, I strode over to him, my hips moving suggestively. Reaching him, I tilted my head back, pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. Our lips met and I felt his tongue hungrily explore my mouth. I pressed my body to him and he responded, pulling us together. My bare breasts flattened against his chest, my nipples radiating pleasure, I melted into him. Consciously, giving myself to him, wanting him to find me attractive and sexy I yielded to his attention. "I want you to take me," I whispered in his ear as he grabbed my bare butt and lifted me off the floor. "I want you to fuck me and fill me with your cum. I'm off birth control and I hope you make me pregnant," I admitted, voicing the desire my husband had planted in me. Lifting me until my breasts were level with his face, his lips sucked and excited each one in turn. "Oh yeah, these tits will do just fine, giving milk to a little black bastard," he said. "Every time he sucks your milk, you'll remember my black cock buried inside you," "Ouch!" I exclaimed as he bit my left nipple, mashing his face against my breast. I felt my juices flowing and I was hoping his cock was large. He carried me over to my desk set me down. The cold granite top gave my burning sex a moment's relief. Clearing my desk with a powerful sweep of his arm, he made room for me to lie back. Leaning back on my elbows, I stared lustfully at his powerful figure, a huge bulge in his pants revealing what I hoped was a monstrous cock. With a quick motion, he spread my legs, bringing his pelvis against mine. Responding, I wrapped my stocking clad legs around him. His hands reached down, unzipping his pants and exposing a marvelously huge black cock. It was hard, throbbing with his blood, a drop of pre-cum visible on its tip. Normally, I love giving head but there was no way I could even get more than the tip of his mammoth cock in my mouth. "God, I need that fucking cock inside me," I said, as I reached down to rub it along my slit. "Judge needs to beg for it," he growled back at me. I had no problem with that, he was in charge and I was just there for the fucking. My psyche was enjoying surrendering to this physically powerful man. "Please fuck me. I want you to fill me with cock and plant your sperm deep inside me." That made him smile, a judge begging him to impregnate her. "OK baby, let's see if you can fuck as good as you look," he said, sliding the tip of his cock along my slit. Mesmerized, as a cobra's victim might be entranced before the fatal strike, I watched him slowly insert it into my sex. "OH MY GOD!" I could only gasp at its warmth and size, enjoying being stretched more than I could ever hope for. He kept pushing his cock deeper until it touched my cervix. I was full of him yet he was still only halfway inside of me. Stopping for a moment, he looked at me, saying, "Baby likes big black cock, doesn't she? How would you explain having a black baby to your husband?" How did he suspect that my husband actually wanted me to have a black child, I thought. I was already full with his cock but wanted even more of it in me. "Put it all in. I want to feel every inch of your cock inside my sex. Don't listen if I beg you to stop. Keep doing it until you erupt, then leave every drop of your cum inside my womb. Give me two years of sex." He laughed loudly, and then looked at me strangely realizing the meaning of what I had just said. "You're right, its time I got back for the bad breaks I've had. Lady, you are going to be fucked like you have never been before. Don't forget that you begged for it. I'm not going to stop until I feel I'm even with the system for fucking up my life," he was shouting now. It frightened me but I was so sexually excited that I only could nod yes in agreement. It was one of the most exciting moments of my life as he thrust against my pelvis, burying his cock deep within me. "Oh my god!" I screamed as the full force of him overcame the futile resistance of my sex, filling me with indescribable sensations. His mouth sucked, nibbled then bit my breasts. My nipples felt on fire as he savaged them. I held his face firmly to my bosom, offering myself to his hungry body. Then he took my hands pulling my arms above my head, holding me captive. He had a crazy gleam in his eyes that was more frightening than anything I had ever seen. But at the same time his cock felt so good as he rammed it in and out of my cunt. I kept my legs wrapped around his body submitting to him, not resisting his furious rape. Waves of passion flooded over me and I called out "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" My first orgasm came quickly, with his black cock buried in me, and his teeth biting my left nipple until I screamed with pleasure and pain. "Oh God, that is good, go on and keep fucking me," I moaned as he lifted his mouth to mine. I could feel his cock pressed against my cervix as he kissed me roughly. I let his tongue explore mine, enjoying his masculine taste. I couldn't get enough of him and had rarely experienced this level of passion. Moving my hips against him, I tried to get him entirely within me. He smiled at my hunger and lifted my legs straight up, totally exposing my cunt to his cock. I looked at my thin white legs contrasted against his muscular chest, my black heels resting on either side of his neck. He began to stroke in and out, each time his cock struck my cervix, bringing a whimper from my lips. I braced my arms on the desk, loving how he took control and made me grateful I was a woman. Every stroke brought me closer to another orgasm. It was hard to catch my breath. He kept fucking me for the longest time, I was over-stimulated, begging him to stop and give me a rest. Pulling out of me, he ordered me to stand and lean over the desk. His cock was positioned against my sex. Bending forward, my breasts and belly were pressed against the granite desktop. The stone felt refreshingly cool, giving me a moment of relief. Then he grabbed my waist with his large hands and I felt his cock enter me from behind. It was so fantastic, I felt it stretch me in a new direction, touching my g spot and bringing another wave of pleasure. "Does that feel good? Now you'll never want to have a small little cock again," he teased. Normally I'm not quiet during sex but all I could think of what how good this felt. "I love this, keep it up. Jesus, please don't stop," I moaned. Now he began fucking me with even more intensity. With each powerful stroke, I knew he was taking out his frustration on me. By now we were both out of control, in a sexual frenzy. I begged him to fuck me, talking like a slut, a wanton whore. "Fuck me. Fuck me! Oh my god!" I exclaimed. Then, I felt him shudder and groan with excitement. His cock throbbed inside me and I realized he was going to cum. "Hold your cock inside me. Don't let any of your cum escape!" I cried. I felt his hands grab my shoulders and he forced himself even deeper into my pelvis. He reached downwards, grabbing my breasts harshly in his hands. Pain and pleasure surged through my body as he mashed my breasts, pinching my nipples until I cried out. His cock was forced up against my cervix as his cum flooded my sex. Wave after wave of orgasm enveloped me as his sperm flooded my womb. I tightened my vagina around his wonderful cock, holding his sperm inside my fertile belly. "God, that is so good" I moaned with contentment as his cock finished ejecting its millions of sperm. He held me there for a few minutes making sure his seed was planted. I did not move at all, enjoying the feeling of being totally possessed and completely satisfied. This had been the most exciting sex I had ever experienced. As he pulled away, I felt empty as his cock slipped outside my sex. Exhausted, I lay there, feeling the cool granite against my overheated body. "Judge you are one great fuck. I'll have to surprise you again sometime. OK?" he said, as he put his shirt and pants back on. I stood up, unconcerned by my nakedness, still wearing just my stockings and heels, but now with a very satisfied smile and a dribble of cum running down my inner-thigh. My breasts were still reddened from his savage attack and my pussy was still filled with his sperm. "I would like that very much. Just warn me so I can dress appropriately for you," I replied with a sexy smile. "Now get out of her before we both get in trouble with the law," I joked, escorting him out the back door of my chambers. Smiling contentedly, I cleaned myself up, straightening my hair and makeup. I could still feel the warmth of his sperm inside me as I tidied up my desk. Thankfully my dress was still presentable, so I put it back on and I left the office for home. As I walked to my car, I suddenly remembered that Don was waiting there for me with his surprise, another wonderful, large black cock. I was going to get fucked again yet tonight. What a great way to start a weekend! END -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 82