"Abigail Wayland, age 34, blonde hair, green eyes, 5'9" height, 135 weight, long, thin ivory legs, happily married, one child, occupation - child psychologist, currently president of the local middle school PTA.   And best of all ...................she ain't been with any man other than her hubby!

You can get to fuck her right in her own home, right atop the bed this beautiful wife shares with her husband!  I offer to you the chance to be that lucky guy who gets to teach the beautiful bitch what real fucking is all about! 

She is available next all entire week, a six day opportunity from next Monday!  Hubby's gonna be out of town for a business trip.  And her son is headed off on a camping trip with the Cub Scout troop!   So when she returns home from dropping both of them off, she'll be anxiously coming home to have sex with you right there on the very bed that she shares with her husband. 

Just imagine being the very first man to possess this lovely beauty outside of her marriage, having those long sexy white legs wrapped around your black ass, and the thrill you'll have when you snap her out of her hypnotic spell just before raping her .............................get to see the horror on her face when she realizes that it's not her husband in bed with her ...........................................and you'll get to fuck her on her marital bed after she realizes the position she's in!

She can be all yours for the taking Mr. Couriol! Don't miss this opportunity to rape this petite blond beauty, ruining for her husband and making addicted to black cock, his black cock. Only for $30,000! She is worth! I await your donation until tomorrow Tuesday at noon. Otherwise I am biding her among the richest members of the group in the Wednesday 10AM and closes at noon.

Dr. Angeline Trèsor."

Mr. Couriol was an investor in real estate and commodities. He had a particular interest in Mrs. Wayland. He had met her at a diplomatic cocktail, as him and Zack Wayland her husband were interested in the same project. Zack Wayland is an investor with several real estate projects in the Caribbean and the main rival and obstacle to his interests to dominate the tourist megaprojects in the reconstruction of Haiti.

Mr. Couriol, a black man recently completed 50 years, 6'2"; retains a good figure and a good physical condition, Mr. Couriol had been widowed five years ago and he couldn't help infatuated to the serene beauty of Mrs. Abigail Wayland.

Dr. Angeline Trèsor sends to him a video with the blonde beauty under hypnosis The video portion for the viewing Mr. Couriol got to see excerpts of the blond beauty entering the marriage counselor's office, looking very nice in a black dress accented with a dark jacket and black heels, supposedly to participate in the church's research study to a successful marriage as her pastor had requested.  In minutes, she would be hypnotized, told to relax and get comfortable by taking off her jacket.

"How many men have you made love to, Mrs. Wayland?" 

"Only one ..............my husband!"

"Did you wait till the wedding night?"

"Yes!'   

"Have you sucked your husband's cock off?"

 "No, I'd never do such a filthy thing!" 

"Have you ever heard the myth of black men being well endowed?" 

"Yes!" 

"Do you believe it?"

"I don't know for sure but my sorority sisters swore it was true from their experiences!" 

"Ever dream about having sex with a black stud?" 

"Yes, but that was way back after hearing the girls in the sorority talk about it!"

"Ever think about it after you got married?" 

"No!"  

Mr. Couriol then got to watch as suggestive thoughts were implanted into her mind as she was told "From tonight till next week Sunday, my dear, your thoughts shall be consumed with the desire to have some real exciting sex ............................a man with a  big cock and who knows how to use it ....................................something that your boring husband is incapable of giving you ......................................what only a big black stud is capable of and scratching that nasty bothersome itch between your long sexy legs!  In your dreams, you'll picture yourself in various scenarios being accosted by a big ugly black buck, dragged off to an isolated place, and forced to have sex with him!  That's all you'll be able to think about ...................spreading your sexy white legs for a big black stud ......................forced to give him sex ..............................but it'll be the best sex you've ever had!"

As soon as he finished watching the video, Mr. Couriol sent a message confirming his desire to possess the beauty. He also ordered the warehouse of $ 30,000 in the account of the organization BLACK HORSES.

Next day on Tuesday afternoon, after having attended another marital survey meeting that afternoon, Abigail was driving to the supermarket when her eyes drifted off towards a car that had just parked in the opposite aisle. 

What had caught her attention was the tall muscular black man who had stepped out of his vehicle, a man who was over 6'5" tall and must weigh over 250 lbs., causing Abigail to perspire as she wondered 'How big is his 'thing'?  Is it over 12 inches?' 

Catching herself, shuddering at the thought, Abigail couldn't understand herself even wondering such a nasty thing.  'My God, that's all I seem to be able to think about these days .........................SEX!  What's gotten into me?' Abigail chided herself, perspiring and panting as she just did not know what had gotten into her lately. 

Pulling her car into a stall, she turned off the engine and just sat there trying to figure things out as her nasty sexual thoughts seemed to be consuming every second of her time. 

Then Abigail recalled the vivid dream that woke her from her sleep early that morning, a dream that had her just entering the house when a big black hand was clamped over her mouth and then the assailant was dragging her towards the master bedroom.  Pinned to the bed, unable to scream with a large calloused hand clamped over her mouth, it was when her dress was being torn from her body that Abigail woke up startled from the nightmarish dream dripping with perspiration.

Lying in bed that night, with her husband fast asleep and snoring next to her, Abigail's mind conjured up an image of a monstrous black penis that measured just over twelve inches in length. The image in her mind told her that it was over 12" in length as the proud possessor of the monster cock, a big burly black man, was holding a ruler at the base and the flaring tip extended just beyond the length of the 12" ruler. 

Abigail's thoughts tonight, differed from those of the past few days and night, for in her prior dreams the man was faceless and she was only made to touch his 'thing' through his trousers.  For some unexplainable reason, there was now an image of a man's face in her thoughts, that of a big burly black man whom she had never met in person. 

And now her mind was flashing images of the donkey-sized cock that was thick as her wrist, causing her to wonder 'Can any woman really take something that big and survive?' 

Once again, Abigail chided herself for thinking such nasty thoughts, wondering just why she had become so obsessed with such sexual thoughts recently, including the weird desire to have sex with another man ........................a big black man!  And for some reason, other thoughts had entered her mind for the very first time, like that of being made to straddle a black stranger ..............so he could put his mouth on her sex! 

What Abigail didn't realize was that her forty-five minute stop at the office of the church's marital counselor, for the purpose of a follow-up on the survey being taken, a phrase whispered in her ear reactivated a suggestion that had her immediately in a hypnotic state. 

Once in that state of stupor, the evil woman Dr. Angeline Trèsor was showed her pictures of the man who had won the bidding auction, the man who would be waiting for her that Friday after dropping her husband off at the airport.  And that image Abigail now had in her mind was that donkey-sized cock seen in the video played for her to watch as the man held a 12" ruler up against his penis.

Earlier that afternoon in the marital counselor's office, Abigail was lying in a hypnotic state on the patient's chair that was raised partially, watching the short video that the auction winner had sent in for her to see.  That was how the image of the 50 year old black man got into Abigail's mind, for Dr. Trèsor began narrating for her.

"Look at the size of him, Mrs. Wayland .....................................that there is Mr. Julius Prince Couriol..............................all of him, sweetie, not just that donkey-sized cock that he's fisting in his hand ................................all 215 lbs of black muscle!  Imagine that big black bastard pinning you to the bed that you share with your hubby ..............................how it'd feel to have that big sweaty body upon yours ...............................trying to force that monster cock of his up into that tight little snatch of yours!  Look of that cock of his ...................even longer that the ruler next to it!  Imagine getting that shoved up into that tight little cunt of yours, huh!  Getting hot and bothered by looking at it, huh ....................................put your hand under your dress ...................................slide it down under your panties ..............................frig yourself!  Yeah, that's it .....................rub it faster .........................frig it faster!" 

And as she performed those suggestive thoughts, Abigail felt her cunny juicing, simulated also by the video playing and the pudgy hand that had slipped down the vee of her dress and under her bra to caress her swollen nipples. 

"When you go to bed tonight, you'll touch yourself again, dream of what it'd feel like to take that big black cock up your tight little cunny!" was whispered into her ear.  So hot and horny was Abigail that she didn't think twice when Dr. Trèsor told her

As she drove her husband to the airport next Monday, after having sent her son out on his camping trip, her nervousness was obviously showing when her husband asked "Are you okay honey?  You haven't said much and seem rather preoccupied!  I hope you're not upset with me going on this trip, it is business mixed in with a bit of golf, but that's the way it always is!" 

For Abigail, it was rather surreal as her mental state was in shambles as suggestions hidden in subconscious began to surface early that day, like that implanted suggestion surfacing and instructing her to leave a key to the front door under the mat for big black stud to gain entry into her home. 

Puzzled as to why images of a black man kept appearing in her mind, causing Abigail to wonder who he was and why she kept thinking a strange man whom she had only saw once and she doesn't remember.  More so, other images flashed through her mind that made her mouth water ...............images of the big black cock that this stranger was supposed to possess. 

'Did I really leave a key to the front door under the mat for this unknown stranger to go inside?  Is that big muscular black man really going to be waiting of me when I get home?' Abigail had been wondering when her husband snapped her out of her stupor.

 "Oh, I ....................I'm sorry, honey!  I was trying to go over everything in my mind as to what I packed for Timmy on his camping trip!  I just hope he has everything!" she stammered out in response.

Having sold her husband that she was merely concerned about their son's camping trip, Abigail had to squeeze her thighs together as she neared the off ramp to the airport in order to keep her panties from getting sopping wet.  Giving her husband a kiss goodbye when they arrived at the airport, Abigail then proceeded on home, shaking her head as she tried to clear all the nasty images of that big black cock being fisted by the big man. 

'Why do I keep thinking such nasty thoughts, wondering what it would be like to have sex with another man .............................a virtual stranger ..............a black man ..............................a very big black man!  Why am I imagining that when I go home there will be that big black man in my bedroom ..................naked ...........................fisting that big jutting cock of his with his fist!  Why am I feeling so excited .....................wishing that it'll happen ......................want to ....................want him to have place his hand on the back of my head .......................force me to take his animal-sized cock into my mouth!' she shivered nervously. 

On the drive back home, Abigail convinced herself that she was just fantasizing about it all, that her imagination was getting the best of her and that her putting the key under the front doormat was just a matter of wishful thinking from her recent fantasies as she really didn't want to have any type of adulterous affair with another man, more so a big black man.

Turning into the driveway, Abigail bit her bottom lip in nervousness as the garage door raised up for her to drive in.  About to enter the door connecting to the kitchen, she hesitated and proceeded out of the garage to go around to front door.  Lifting up the doormat, Abigail chuckled to herself as there was the key to the front door, exactly where she had placed. 

Shaking her head and sighing with relief, she put the key into her purse and went back to enter the house through the garage, then pressed the remote button on the wall to close the garage door.  Abigail had to laugh to herself in having thought that a big black man would be waiting for her to return home ........................so she could suck his cock till it ejaculated in her mouth and sample another man's cock for the first time! 

'Wow, what's happening to me these days?  All I can think about is having sex with strange men ....................black men ...................something to break the monotony of dull unexciting sex with Zack over the past year or so!  I wonder if all couples go through this, when lovemaking is more of a routine and chore, where one wonders what it'd be like with someone else?'

Abigail wondered as she exited the kitchen, after leaving her purse on the counter, making her way down the hallway to where the master bedroom was located while undoing the buttons to the front of her blouse.

Having fully convinced her of everything being just a fantasy, that her nasty thoughts had been a figment of her imagination, there was no hesitation as to entering her bedroom.  In fact, Abigail began chuckling about her fantasy as near the doorway, working open the third button down of her blouse as she turned the corner and stepped into the master bedroom.

"You've been keeping me waiting, Mrs. Wayland?" came the deep masculine voice that made Abigail freeze to the spot as she observed the very man whose image she had kept fantasizing about over the past few days. 

Heart pounding in her chest, her mind befuddled as she wondered if this was actually real or another figment of her imagination.  'Could this really be happening?  Am I really at home with this stranger in my bed ................................fisting his big black cock like in my dreams?' Abigail shuddered in disbelief. 

And then the man spoke once again, telling her "Don't let me interrupt what you were doing, Mrs. Wayland!  Please ...................continue ......................take your blouse off for me!  Take all your clothes off for me!" 

Fingers trembling, the third button was undone and her hands dropped down some to finger the fourth one, then Abigail was pulling the blouse from her skirt when that last button was undone.  A moment later, after the blouse had been completely unbuttoned, the garment slid off her shoulders and arm to lay strewn about on the bedroom carpet. 

All that took place in the Wayland's home would be transmitted to Dr. Trèsor's computer, which in turn would be broadcast to those in the BLACK HORSES organization who had subscribed to view the rape of this blond beauty.

Panting for breath, standing there partially undressed in her bedroom, it was if she was under the spell of this man who kept on pumping at the thick fleshy black shaft in his hand.  With her eyes focused on the pumping fist and pulsating cock in his hand, she had to obey the man commanding her to "Drop that skirts ya got on, Mrs. Wayland!" 

Reaching for the button of her pink skirt, undoing it, Abigail then let the garment fall to puddle around her white heels.  Reaching up behind her back to unhook the clip of her bra following the command of "Now the bra, sweetie!  Show them beautiful pink nipples ya got hidden under there!" 

"Okay, sweetie ........................lemme see the golden treasure under them panties!" she was then told, causing Abigail to slowly reach up and hook her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties.

"Now come on over here and suck my cock, ya hot little bitch!" she was told.

Trembling, Abigail nervously moved forward with her lacy white panties caught around her left heel.  Seconds later, just like in her fantasy, Abigail felt the large calloused hand at the back of her head pushing her down to gobble up the bastard's big black cock. 

An unexpected thrill coursed through her body upon hearing the man groan "Ohhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..................................suck it, baby .................................suck ittttttt!"  But she was quite puzzled upon hearing him add "Ohhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh ....................................that pastor of yers sure went and make a talented cocksucker outta ya!" 

Minutes later, Abigail achieved the fantasy of sucking a black cock off in her mouth like in her dreams, but her fantasy had not included having all that thick mucus suddenly clogging her throat and with more goo filling her mouth with each throbbing lurch.  Forced to swallow or choke to death, Abigail was secretly glad for the strong hand at the back of her head keeping her pulling away from the spurting cock.

Her petite body lurching spasm-like as she struggled in getting down the gooey slime clogging her throat, Abigail was astounded at the vile sex act she had just performed on this unknown black man.  'My God, I ..................I took his 'thing' in my mouth .......................sucked him off .........................let him ejaculate his filth in my mouth ........................and I swallowed it all!' she realized. 

Suddenly Abigail found herself being pushed on over onto her back, her knees pushed back as the spikes of her heels dug into the thick bedspread, then her legs were being pushed wide.  "Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh ...................................ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .............................................oooooooooooohhh ................................................ohhhhhhhhh, Godddddddddddddddd .........................................ohhhh, my Goddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!" Abigail squealed as the black bastard was returning the favor of going down on her sex.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ................................ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ......................................ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out, reaching down with her hands, and now she was the one holding his head to keep him from pulling away. 

Blond hair whipping from side to side, Abigail felt as if she was being eaten alive, and the tip of the thick tongue swirling about her ultra-sensitive clit was driving her mad.  "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed out as a mind-shattering orgasm rocked her entire body like never before. 

For Abigail, this was just inconceivable as her body went into uncontrolled spasms, brought to an unbelievable orgasm from this man's hot wet mouth and flicking tongue.    

Her hypnotized stupor was one of drifting in and out of reality, purposely designed so by the devious evil woman pastor's wife, for she wanted Abigail to question herself on her own thoughts and even that of her own sanity.  So what had taken place in the Wayland's master bedroom over the past half hour was one that really seemed to be a fantasy of the pretty Mrs. Abigail Wayland. 

And that's all it seemed to Abigail as she ran her tongue over the roof of her mouth, wondering if a man's sperm could be so lumpy and salty upon its ejaculation.  Thick, lumpy and rather bland to the taste was what Abigail had concluded after having swallowed the contents that she had been swirling about in her mouth for the past minute or so.  

Swallowing down the contents in her mouth, Abigail shivered at the feel of the foreign substance making its way down into her empty belly, feeling as if a lake of thick goo was now beginning to form in her quivering stomach.  Swallowing, then shivering at the taste of male spend, Abigail just didn't know what she wanted more ...................................that of sucking in more hot cum or that of her stomach rebelling and vomiting it all out!

Now her hand was being grasped at the wrist, pulled down between her thighs and her fingers instinctively wrapped themselves around the thick fleshy bone that had obviously revived from the suck off she had recently performed upon it.

Instinctively Abigail began shucking at the thick boner that her fingers couldn't fully encircle, feeling it swell up even more from the pleasure being derived from her fisting, and then she was pulling it down to fit it to the entrance of her juicing slit. 

This is what she wanted, what she had been dreaming of constantly as of late, wanting to experiment in having sex with another man ....................a big black man!  That nagging itch was bothering her once again, even after just having just been eaten out to a mind blowing orgasm, causing Abigail to pant out "Please ................................put it in ....................................put it in .............................fuck me ..............................fuck me with it!"

"What's 'it', Mrs. Wayland .......................what's 'it'?" she was tauntingly asked.

"Your ..........................your penis .........................your big black cock!" she stammered out.  Trying to arch up and pull the thick cock further to penetrate her, the big man bent over to lick at her earlobe and then was whispering something into her ear.

After whispering those magic words supplied to him from the old man running the BLACK HORSES organization, J. P. Couriol hoped that what he was informed of would certainly work, or he'd be really pissed after having shelled out thirty grand for win this beautiful blond bitch. 

She sure as hell had given him a fantastic blowjob, got herself hotter than hell when he ate her out good, but that was all due to the hypnotic spell that controlled her actions.  Now the time had come for the main event, as those whispered words into her ear was supposed to snap her out of her hypnotic stupor. 

Just prior to whispering those words to the succulent beauty, J. P. had gotten himself ready by pinning her left hand by the wrist above her head, and hand wrapped his free hand around her manicured fingers encircling his cock.

Seeing her blink her baby blue eyes several times as if waking up from a deep sleep, J. P. smiled when she looked up at him and the horror showed on her face.  Then he had forcibly pinned her arm down to the bed and clamp his other hand down around hers to keep her from pulling away from his throbbing boner.

"Noooooo ...........................nooooooooooooooo .........................this can't be happening .......................................it's a dream ................................it's supposed to be just a dreammmmmmmmm!  Please .......................pleaseeeeeeeeeee ........................nooooooooooooo ...................................no, stop ..........................please, I don't want this ..............................this is some kinds of mistake ........................please don't rape me!" the terrified beauty sobbed out in horror as reality had set back into her mind.

"But Mrs. Wayland, if'n ya didn't want this .........................why'd ya go and leave the key to the front door under the mat fer me, huh?" the big man atop of her asked. 

"No ..........................no .....................it ......................it was a fantasy .............................just a fantasy!" Abigail stammered out, blinking her eyes rapidly as she tried to wake herself up from this nightmarish dream. 

"Was it just a fantasy in giving me that fantastic blowjob?  How about the tasty of my cum in yer talented cock sucking mouth, huh?" came the man's taunting.

Moving her tongue about in her mouth, feeling the remnants of the slimy goo and the salty taste that it had, Abigail then realized 'It's wasn't a dream ......................wasn't a fantasy ..............................I actually put my mouth on his 'thing' .....................sucked it till ..........................till it ejaculated in my mouth!  And ........................and I swallowed all the filth down ....................actually ate it all!'  Coming to that realization, Abigail felt her stomach turn as she shuddered in revulsion and disgust. 

As the fat blunt fleshy bone bumped up against her sex, Abigail panicked "Please ........................please .........................don't ......................don't .........................you're not wearing anything!  Please ....................oh, pleaseeeeeeeee .....................don't ............................you'll get me pregnant!  Please .......................I can't have your baby .................................I don't want your baby!"

  "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed out as her tightened fist around the center of the massive dong was unable to keep the bastard from spearing the jutting portion beyond her fist into her. 

"Oh, Goddddddddddd ...................................it's too bigggggggggggggg ..................................you're tearing meeeeeeeeeeeeee ........................................owwwwwwwwww ..................................owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" she cried out as the bastard pulled her hand away and shoved a good seven inches of the raping spear into her, penetrating Abigail deeper than her husband had ever gotten.

Having released his other hand on her wrist so he could grasp her trim hips, the sobbing beauty now had both her hands up at his shoulders as she tried to push him off, but she was no match for his strength and heavy body weight.

  "Eieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" came the beauty's screech as rammed up another three full inches into virgin territory, stretching the recesses of her tight little cunny for the very first time. 

Loving it, J. P. thrust hard again to send another one inch plus, getting her to emit a loud "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" 

Another thrust, another inch, getting to hear her whine "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" 

One more time, another full inch, this time she whine "Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ...........................stop .........................stopppppppppppppp!" 

And once again he thrust his dick forward, another inch, another whining "You're tearing meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" came the final screech as J. P. finally buried his dong up to the hilt, loving the music from the sobbing blond beauty. 

Then he taunted her with "What's the matter, Mrs. Wayland?  Didn't quite imagine it this way in yer fantasy?  Didn't expect to feel it this way with a big black cock shoved up yer tight little cunny?  Ya got yerself a real cock up yer cunny now ...................a man's cock ......................not that little toy yer hubby's got between his legs!  And now yer gonna git to learn what fucking is all about, Mrs. Wayland!"

"Pleaseeeee ...................ooohhh, please stop .........................I don't want this .........................I don't want to have sex with you!" came the beauty's plea, to which J. P. laughingly responded

"Don't go giving me that bullshit ............................not after ya went and left the key out front fer me!"

"Please ......................please .......................this is not supposed to be happening!  It's all a mistake!  It ......................it's supposed to be ..................just a dream .....................a fantasy!  Please .....................please stop .................please, I don't want this!" Abigail sobbed out, but her body betrayed her as her trim legs wrapped themselves around the bastard's big black ass as he began to shag her with his animal cock.

"Ahhhhh .............................oh, God .............................oh, God .............................oh, God .............................oh, God .............................oh, God .............................oh, God!" she panted out with each plunge and withdrawal of the thick log being fucked in and out of her now stretched pussy. 

'Oh, God ..............it'd have been more merciful if someone shoved the thick end of a softball bat up into me!' Abigail thought, recalling how the gals on her college softball team used to tease one another of getting a big cock shoved up her cunny, with one gal having referred to a well-endowed black stud who had a cock as thick as the fat end of one of their bats. 

Abigail began to wonder if it had been the old memories from her college days with the gals on the softball team that had sprung up her recent fantasies of getting fucked by a big black stud.  One thing that Abigail learned for certain was that the myth about black men being well-endowed was not a myth at all. 

Though not wanting this to be actually happening, her cunny betrayed her as it began squeezing upon the big dick as it sliced up into her slick slit.  Never had she juiced so much, another sign of her body betraying her, for it was just her mental state of anguish that was now sane and her desire to not copulate with this black man whom she had been fantasizing about.

Hands no longer trying to push him away but now clasping onto his broad muscular shoulders, Abigail moan "Ohhhhhhhhh .....................................ohhhhhhhhhhhh ...................................ohhhhhhhhhhhh .....................................ohhhhhhhhhhhh ...................................ohhhhhhhhhhhh .....................................ohhhhhhhhhhhh ...................................ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

This was certainly not what her dreams had entailed, nor what she had fantasized about, for this man's cock was so much bigger ....................a far more painful experience..................than she ever dreamed as the bastard continued to fuck his big black cock in and out of her ravaged slit. 

This was not lovemaking between two consenting adults ......................................this was the vile rape of her body as her attacker would take no for an answer .............................even if she supposedly had left him the key to her front door!  Abigail dreaded the thought but knew that she would have to put off any lovemaking attempts by her husband upon his return home, for he would certainly be able to detect that her cunny had been stretched out as never before. 

'Oh, God ...........................he's twice as thick ..............................twice the length plus some ..............................the size of a horse .............................oh, Goddddddddddddddddd!' Abigail shuddered in despair.  In her dreams and fantasies over the past week, having a big black cock fucking in her too tight cunny had been both pleasurable and exciting, but now the real thing was causing her so much pain, agony, and humiliation! 

Abigail felt as if the world had come crashing down upon her, for here she was in the bed that she shared with her husband, but now a big black stranger was atop of her .......................fucking her!

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn ....................................nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ..........................................nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" Abigail moaned through gritted teeth, desperately trying to refrain from screaming out from the unwanted pleasure being derived from this unwanted fuck.  "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ..................................................nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she shuddered as an unwanted orgasm rocked her body. 

"Noooooooooooo ........................................noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Abigail screamed out when the bastard's cock belched and began ejaculating his hot potent seed far up in her fertile womb. 

"Oh, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo .................................nooooooooooooooooooooooo!" she sobbed in defeat as hot acid-like roe flooded her, filling every nook and cranny of her cunny. 

With the spent bastard collapsing down upon her, Abigail desperately tried to push his heavy body off her, needing to rush to the bathroom to douche out the filthy semen that he had spurted into her.  "Please ...................please ...................you need to get off ............................I need to go to the bathroom .........................you didn't wear anything!" she panted out. 

To her dismay, the bastard held her tight to him, then deliberately twitched his still thick cock in her as he laughed "No, ya ain't gonna douche out my baby batter, sugar! Ya expected me to wear a fuck'n rubber?  Ya leave a key fer a strange black man to git into yer house, to fuck ya, and put on a fuck'n rubber .....................to protect ya from gitting pregnant?  Shit, I's gonna knock ya up good, ya dumb bitch ............................ya told me yer hubby and kid ain't coming back till Saturday afternoon .................................yer all mine till then .........................ain't no way ya gonna git to douche all that cum out!"

'I told him I'd be leaving the key under the front doormat?  That no one else would be home till late Saturday?  That I was all his for six days?  My God, what did I do ...........................this can't be true ..........................I couldn't have done all that ............................it's not a fantasy any more ..................this is a nightmare!' Abigail shuddered as she was forced to lay there upon the bed, pinned by the heavy brute atop of her.  

Feeling a twitch in her cunny, Abigail sucked in her breath when the second twitch occurred, for she then realized that 'He's getting hard again!  Oh, God ...................it's getting bigger!  Don't tell me he's going to want to have sex with me again!'  This was a first for Abigail, as never before would she and Zack have sex twice in such a short time period, with the most frequent period between their lovemaking being late night before going to sleep and then when then got up early that next morning. 

"Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh eep...................................ohh, noooooooooo ....................................ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she panted out as the thick cock began slicing in and out of her slick channel. 

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ..................................................................nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ....................................nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ....................................Goddddddddddd ...............................oh, Godddddddddddddddddddddd ...........................................................................oooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Abigail squealed minutes later as the bastard had taken her right over the edge to a mind-shattering climax, at which time he proceeded to dump another hot load of his sticky seed up in her fertile womb. Now, with her cunny filled to the brim after the bloated fuck stick, the thick goo was then forced out on each backstroke of the pumping action.

Two hours later, the heavy weight of the big black brute finally eased off of her petite body, allowing Abigail to finally get a full breath of air.  The loud 'pop' made Abigail grimace as her body trembled, feeling so disgraced and soiled as she felt the thick flow of his goodies oozing out of her raped slit to flow down the crack of her ass on soak into the bed sheets. 

Now overflowing out of her well-fucked cunt was three full loads of thick cum from the black bastard, for he had not fully withdrawn between any of their three fuck sessions, putting Abigail in total disbelief that a man could keep getting his 'thing' up again for more sex. 

She shivered when the bastard patted her ass and told her "I sure as hell am hungry after that, sweetie!  How about cooking up them steaks ya bought fer our dinner tonight?" 

'Steaks that I bought for dinner tonight?  What's he talking about?' Abigail quizzed herself. 

First denied the opportunity to put on her clothing, Abigail pleaded "Please ..............................I'm dripping!  It'll ..........be difficult to clean up later!" 

Panties, a pair of shorts, and an unbuttoned blouse were what she was allowed to put on as the black bastard followed her to the kitchen with him wearing just a pair of jockeys. 

Opening the refrigerator door, Abigail was in total disbelief in seeing two steaks on the second shelf.  Getting the steaks out and going over to the sink, Abigail was even more puzzled to see a grocery receipt with her name on it, very typical of other receipts she got after shopping at that nearby supermarket. 

The time stamp showed that the purchase was made that afternoon and the contents of the purchase were the two steaks that now on the counter.

All this had been instructed by the phone call she had received from Dr. Trèsor the day before, a phone call that she didn't remember due to the hypnotic suggestion implanted in her mind, whereby she went that afternoon for the steaks and didn't have any recollection of it happening. 

'I must be going out of my mind!' Abigail told herself, thinking 'Maybe I should see a psychiatrist!'  It was all surreal to Abigail, serving a steak dinner to this stranger, whom she had sex with earlier, all while he sat in the chair where Jack sat each night. 

Dinner over and taking the dishes to the sink, returning to the table with a fresh cocktail that had been requested of her, then Abigail did as he requested of her .....................sitting up on the table where her husband ate his dinner each night, so she could serve this stranger his dessert for the night! 

Sopping wet panties pulled on down, Abigail sucked in her breath as the crude bastard proceeded on eating her as his dessert, and she began creaming in his mouth as soon as contact was made with her clit.  A moment later, pulled to the edge of the table, Abigail gasped as the bastard stuck his cock in her for a fourth time ........................now intent of fucking her right where her husband had his dinner each night! 

"Oh, God .........................oh, God ...............................oh, my Godddd!" she panted, wondering 'How can he keep getting it up?  He's insatiable!'  Another unbelievable fuck session ensued, culminating with a puddle of their co-mingled fuck juices on the dining room table.               

Seeing that it was nearing 9 p.m., J. P. knew that hubby would be calling home to tell his beautiful wife that he had arrived safely, as such details had been relayed while hypnotism in her marital research session with Dr. Trèsor.

Taking the cordless phone from the kitchen, he then asked the blond beauty where her husband sat each night when they watched television together.  Seated in the comfortable recliner, and then pulled her to sit on his lap as the television came on. 

Sliding his hand up under the loose front of her unbuttoned blouse, he cupped her perfectly shaped titties and thumbed her budding pink nipples, and soon had the beautiful bitch moaning.  Getting her panties down over her trim hips, J. P. smiled as she kicked it off from her toes, and then had her lift her butt up so he could get his jockeys off.

After fucking her thoroughly four times since she arrived home, the bitch was no longer putting up any resistance, but he wondered if that would last when the phone rang.  Now 8:55 p.m., with his stiff cock being straddled by the petite beauty, he told her "Lift up, sweetie ..................a bit more ...............yeah, right there!" 

His arm around her waist, J. P. pulled her on down onto his jutting cock, laughing as the startled bitch wailed "Ohhh, Godddddded  .....................not again ........................I'm still soreeeeeeeee!  Ohhhhhhh ......................ohhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Hands on her trim waist, J. P. then pushed her up some eight inches or so before releasing his hold, and loved the sound of her whimpering as she slid back down upon his fleshy prong.

Five full minutes of fucking in this manner had the once faithful wife nearly delirious as she obviously never had been fucked in such a manner, nor so many times in just over a five hour period.  And when the phone rang right at 9 o'clock, the frightened bitch froze on his dong, and then desperately tried to get off his fuck stick.  "My husband .....................my husband's calling!  He ..................he'll worry if I don't answer!"

  "Here ya go Mrs. Wayland; I's brought the cordless from the kitchen fer ya!" J. P. replied, keeping his arm tightly around her waist to keep from getting off. 

"I ...............I can't talk to him like this ..................not ................not with your 'thing' in me!" she panted out to him. 

"Sure ya can .......................here, talk to yer hubby while we's fuck!" J. P. advised as he pressed the 'answer' button and handed it to her. 

He wanted to laugh aloud upon hearing her stammer out "H ..............hi honey,  sorry to take so long to get to the phone!  I ...............I lost track of the time and was taking the laundry out of the dryer!" 

Pushing her up once again, he could visibly see her shiver as she slid back down on his jutting boner.  Pushing her up once again, loving it as she slid down his cock, then he pushed her on up again.  For just over five minutes the phone conversation lasted, and the beauty was obviously trying to end the conversation as she was nearing an orgasm for she told her husband "I ..................I better go and finish getting the laundry out of the dryer before the clothes get wrinkled!" 

Knowing that the conversation would soon come to an end, J. P. kept his hands on her waist and began pulling her back down as well as to push her back up, faster and faster so he was humping her good.  And his timing was just perfect, popping his load up in her just as she told her hubby "Bye, honey ...............................I love you!" 

Phone hung up and dropped to the floor, the beautiful bitch began sobbing in humiliation, feeling like a whore for what had just taken place while talking to her husband on the phone.

Lifted by the bastard's strong muscular arms, Abigail felt so humiliated as he carried her with legs spread wide the thick black cock still embedded deep in her.  Into the master bedroom, Abigail fell onto her bed with her black lover on top of her, still in her and now shoving it all the way back up her cunny. 

That's how they bedded down for the night, waking once for another go round before going back to sleep.  First to wake that morning, Abigail looked down to see the muscular black arm around her waist, then squeezed her cunny to find that he still had his big thick 'thing' in her. 

'Oh, God ...................what can I do .........................he's planning on having sex with me for the next five days!  I can't go to the police ...............................claiming that he forced me ........................raped me ..............................not with them learning that I actually left the key under the front doormat so he could get in while I took Zack to the airport!  How stupid will that sound?  Certainly they won't believe me if I claim I don't know who he is, that I didn't want to have sex with him, that it was just a fantasy playing in my mind!  This is certainly not the best time of the month for me either!  And what do I do if he impregnates me?' she wondered.

Upon squeezing her cunny instinctively once again, Abigail sucked in her breath as the cock responded with a twitch.  'Oh, God ...................why did I go and do that?' she shivered as her right titty was grasped and fondled as the thick cock pushed up deep into her to signal that another fuck session was about to commence.

It was just after making lunch for J. P., who's name she learned on Wednesday morning, that her guest departed but only after Abigail was introduced into the art of '69'ing on the sofa. 

With her husband taking a cab home from the airport and the scout master dropping her off near dinner time, that gave her four hours or so to change the sheets and tidy up the house, with the cleaning emphasis being put on all the places where J. P. had fucked her. 

With great pains, Abigail made sure to clean up the cum stains on the dining room table where her husband ate his dinner every night, along with his desk upon which J. P. had pushed her over onto and fucked her from the rear.

Looking at the sofa in the living room, Abigail knew she'd have to inspect the cushions carefully as J. P. had fucked her and ejaculated huge loads of cum in her three separate times during the all week, and that didn't include the time he pushed her over the back of the sofa where he buggared her. 

She remembered the shock and pain of it all when he shoved his donkey-sized cock up into her rear-end, causing her to let out a shrilling shriek of pain, and still her ass smarted from being sodomized more than twenty-four hours earlier. 

Hours later, thinking that everything was spic and span, Abigail breathed a sigh of relief and was about to wash the bed sheets when she noticed a trail of white spots on the wooden floor leading to the hallway bathroom.

"Oh, myyyyyy, God!" Abigail shuddered, recalling the one time she was leaking like a sieve after a fuck session on the living sofa, after which she hurriedly tried to get to the bathroom with her hand cupping her drooling pussy. 

Obviously she had not captured all of the dripping spunk in her hand as there were a half dozen dried cum spots clearly visible on the wooden floor. 

Checking the kitchen counter, Abigail swallowed deeply upon seeing a business card left by J. P. Couriol, on the back of which was written 'Call me when you want more black lov'n, Mrs. Wayland!'.

The first in comeback was her husband Zack very tired; and one a half our later her child Tim very enthusiastic with the camping experience. Abigail only wait that Zack don't have sexually demands that night because she was so sore yet. Fortunately for Abigail her husband only wishes sleep.

Abigail desperate not did know what to do and where to go thought of Dr. Angeline Trèsor and went to her office without an appointment. Abigail back at the office of Dr. Trèsor, her arm around the sniffling and distraught beauty, playing the role of the ‘understanding' Pastor's wife and marriage counselor, she reached over to take her left hand in her while telling her "Tell all about it Abby!  You should not bottle anything up inside!  You need to confide in me, give me all the details as that will allow me to assist you best and also serve to lift the burden from your shoulders!"

Thanking Dr. Angeline Trèsor for her reassurance, Abigail was so grateful for her advice and thankful that she had been wise enough to seek her counsel.  She could not believe that her marriage counselor could be so understanding, sitting next to her and putting an arm around her, pulling her to her to let her cry on her shoulder. 

Little did she suspect that her kind pastor's wife had been the instrument of her downfall, as a mere means of her revenge, she had virtually pimped her out to hurt the pride of white men debasing their wives, girlfriends and daughters humiliating to the public, leaving them as weak and pathetic pecker boys with tiny penises. 

As the beauty started to blurt out her story, Angeline Trèsor got to pleasure of looking down up the wedding band that she was casually fingering at the time, waiting for the lovely Abigail get to the portion of her being in her master room when she felts the hand of virtual stranger at the back of her head pushing her down to gobble up the bastard's big black cock.

Next week later in another hypnotic session Dr. Angeline Trèsor had deeply hypnotized Abigail who was questioned "How many times did J.P. fuck your tight little pussy that all entire week, sweetie?" 

After a bit of a pause as her mind reflected back "Twenty eight! Five times on Monday thru Friday! And three times on Saturday the last day!"

"Did J.P. use a condom at all?" 

"No, never!"

"Did he sodomize you?" 

"Yes!"

 "How many times?" 

"Three!"

"Did you suck off his big black cock?" 

"Yes!"

"How many times did you suck off J.P.?" 

"Seven!"   

"Did you ass to mouth the big black cock of J.P.?

Abigail made a gesture puzzled, noting that she unknown the term.

"Did you suck off him immediately after that he sodomize you?"

"Yes" said Abigail couldn't help shiver of repulsion. She said "twice, the first on the Wednesday afternoon and then the Saturday just before he departed"

"Tell me more, honey" said Dr. Trèsor unable to hide her enthusiasm.

"What else you want me to tell you?" said Abigail something missed by curiosity manifested by Dr. Trèsor in something as disgusting as that.

"Were you anal virgin in that moment, don't you?"

"Yes, I was" replied the beauty blonde.

She was forced to recall and recreate the pain and anguish of that traumatic experience when the black bastard ordered her "Clean it, bitch". She obeyed and clearly felt her own juices and the juices of the giant black mixed and also recognized a strong smell and flavor from her anus.

But she recalled with more disgust her second and last experience as she clearly felt something more dense and solid. She had vomited but for the big hands of the black man who held her tightly to prevent that she escapes.

Worse, she soon realized that the black would ejaculate, and desperately tried to escape but forced to swallow or choke to death, Abigail was secretly glad for the strong hand at the back of her head keeping her pulling away from the spurting cock.

"It was really disgusting but I can‘t deny that having swallowed all that nasty goo prevented vomit on the floor of her bedroom" said Abigail.

 "Are you worried that J.P. knocked you up?" 

"Yes! I'm very nervous about it!"   

"When will you know?" 

"In three weeks!" 

"You will have Zack put on a condom when you have sex, won't you?" 

"Yes!"

"Are you willing to repeat the experience?" asked Dr. Trèsor.

"Of curse of not", Abigail said briskly.

"Come on, honey, tell me the truth. How many times did you orgasm with the black man fuck you?"

"All. More than I can count" said Abigail concert blush on her face.

"So?" asked Dr. Trèsor.

"I'm a married woman" said the beauty blonde. "I can‘t, I must not"

"Are you worried that you can fall back into the arms of J.P. or other black stallions?" asked Dr. Trèsor.

"I hope not but ....................but I probably will ..................it's so wicked and so exciting that it's all I can think about these days ..........................a big black cock!  These days, whenever I see a big black guy, I start creaming in my panties!" replied Abigail.

Asked for more details about that fateful week, Abigail said "this black man fucks me furiously as if he wanted to hurt me and harm me but at the same time the passion and desire that he feels for me while he fucked me make me feels so good, so beautiful and desirable".

"Even this man left a business card for I called him when I wanted more of black loving" said Abigail.

"And you going to call him?" questioned Dr. Trèsor.

"Of course not" answered Abigail annoyed.

During that week, Abigail feared that her husband would surely notice the difference if they made love, thus wanted as much time to lapse in order for her body to return to normal for she thought 'With this black man twice the size of Zack, my leg muscles and cunny were surely stretched so much time is needed to return to normal!' 

Thus, a headache that second night back and then the supposedly start of her period bought her that time, using her fist to bring her husband off one time to give him some relief.  But just two days after having cheated on her husband, Abigail was once again going through about the events of this week with J.P., licking her lips remembering the times that the black stallion makes her swallow all his cum. For some reason, memories are now positive, she is proud of her performance. ‘Wow, I was able to keep that entire huge ‘thing' in my pussy. Abby you're amazing'.

Two months later, Abigail has sex regularly with her husband Zack again, but now she compared unfavorably Zack's sexual performance regarding J.P. "Not even five minutes' thought Abigail.  

Before the week lived closeted with the black giant, she would not have noticed but now had to be compared. The result was overwhelming. 'My God, how long I bear this'.

That night Abigail accompanies her husband to a meeting in a luxury hotel. She was presented with the other wives of the associates. Talking with the wives of Zack's associates nearby two hours; amid the conversation Abigail was surprised when one of them, the oldest woman, and the only black woman in the group said jokingly "Ladies, you have not had sex until you do with a nigger. I know what I'm talking you".  

All the ladies laughed at her comment except Abigail. The old black woman noted. She said too "I spend every day on my yacht ‘The Dark Reign'. I suspect that our lives are boring, with lots of free time; maybe we should meet more often to chat just like tonight".  

After the meeting, Mrs. Wilson farewell Abigail with a kiss on each cheek whispering in her ear "I hope tomorrow in my yacht, I want you to tell me about your dark secret. Be there."  

When Abigail and Zack Wayland, left the hotel, one petite employee handed her a note "read it and throw it away" said to her. ‘Tomorrow, 10AM. Pier 35. Be punctual'.   

Rhonda Wilson, 60 y. o., 5'3", crow black hair, with a slim figure and Southern charm, came from her native Georgia to northern California nearly 30 years ago. She married with George Edward Wilson 35 years ago and bears three sons George 45, and Marc Antoine 37 and Edward 31.

Abigail as president of the Women`s League needed the support of major sponsors for the upcoming auction on behalf of children of minorities. Mrs. Rhonda Wilson She said that George her oldest son could help her with the appropriate place for the event. Rhonda contacted with him and they were to meet Friday night "when my husband is away for a business trip".

Near 7 a.m. that next Saturday morning, getting home much later than planned after having attended the annual Women's League fundraiser to benefit the high school and scholarship program, Abigail trembled with nervousness as she made her way to the master bathroom. Nipples raw and swollen from the avid sucking and chewing upon them, the crotch of her panties glued to her matted pubic hairs, she reached for a potent douche in the cabinet. 

Already pregnant with her unwanted black lover's baby, the slime in her could do no damage that way, but she desperately wanted to cleanse herself of the filth ejaculated up in her by the devious black bastard. She had known George Wilson, an alumni and former athlete for the high school who had done well for himself in construction and real estate. 

She had met him just yesterday in the noon, thought he was quite reputable and he had never made a pass at her, until that evening at the Regency Hotel where the auction was held. Abigail had been the one to contact him by phone and she was even surprised when he offered to host the event for them at the plush hotel that he owned as part of his donation to event.  Not only had that but Mr. Wilson indicated he'd donate stays at various hotels that he owned around the state. 

When things were being set up in the ballroom and Abigail was walking about to check on things, she had greeted Mr. Wilson with a hand shake, then when asked she unwittingly revealed that her husband was out of town on a business trip and thus making it known that she was not being expected back at any particular time.

This night was something that George Wilson had been looking forward to for quite some time, from the day the beautiful Mrs. had contacted him about the auction, and it had been no coincidence that Zack Wayland couldn't make the event due to an out of town business meeting. 

Having met Zack Wayland previously, knowing that he was part owner of an architectural firm, George had the guy he put in charge of building a resort along the coast to insist on meeting that particular weekend to go over the site and discuss various aspects of the project before the blueprints were to be drawn up. This is what Mr. George Wilson had initially planned on making this happen at last year's silent auction.

As Mr. Wilson was pointing out the displays of the hotel stays being offered, there were nice pictures of each building and also of pictures to depict the interior of the hotel rooms, one being a stay at the Regency itself.  Abigail knew the man had done well for himself but didn't realize that he owned so many others. 

And when he indicated that he had one more location to show her, Mr. Wilson advised that "It's an upscale motel that's really good if you have an early morning flight out and don't want to make the long drive to the airport!  Really convenient as the shuttle begins at 4 a.m. and goes through midnight!  You've heard of the Airport Meridian Motel, haven't you?" 

'The Meridian Motel!  He owns the Meridian too!' Abigail swallowed as her stomach turned, unable to respond to the last question that had been posed to her. "I am the owner of this motel. I won it from his previous owner in a game of Poker. Do you know J.P. Couriol?"

"I try to employ as many of the kids from high school here at Emerson, especially those trying to help their families out!" Mr. Wilson advised, causing Abigail's stomach to turn upon hearing J.P. Couriol's name being mentioned, him being the black man that had raped her, fucked her up months ago.  She watched as Mr. Wilson picked up the photo display, then was asked "Don't you think the room looks nice considering it's an airport motel?  Do you think a mirror nearby so a woman could sit on the bed on apply her make up without needing a compact?"  "Oh gee, I wouldn't know, I'd need to actually see the room set-up!" she replied.     

With Mr. Wilson holding his cellphone in his palm that showed a photograph on the screen, and when he was brought up higher for her to see it, Abigail gasped in horror as it was a picture of her sitting on the bed applying of lipstick as she a compact mirror before her. Glancing at the photo on the cellphone, everything in the background was identical to the one that featured her putting on her lipstick. 

'That dress ...........................it's the one I wore that first time when I went to talk to black bastard.............................the one I was wearing when he fuck me in my master room!' Abigail recalled.

Then recalled having sat down on the bed to redo her make-up ..........................first wiping up the remnants of what had been smeared over her lips ......................................smeared badly from having sucked off the black's throbbing cock.  It was a dress that she had never again worn after that event, one that now hung at the far end of her walk-in closet. 

Then Mr. Wilson was advancing the screen to the next photograph, one showing the black man pinning her up against the wall and kissing her intimately. Another photo, this one with her dress down and lacy white bra pulled aside, with her on her knees suck the black man cock for very first time.

"Would you like to see more, Mrs. Wayland?  I could always substitute them for what's currently up on the poster!  It'd show everyone here just how much you enjoyed with your guest, especially black men guest!" Abigail was told. 

"No!  Please .........................please .........................I'll pay you for those pictures!  How much do you want for them?" she stammered out in fear. 

The real price was then announced by Mr. Wilson as he told her "Oh, I can't bear part to with them .........................and especially the videos!  Besides, I have more money than I know what to do with!  Rest assured that no one will see them .......................................I just wanna sample what that lucky bastard J.P. got!  Tonight, right after the auction is over ...................................I'll personally give you a tour of the penthouse upstairs!"  

Trembling with nervousness throughout the entire evening, Abigail couldn't eat her meal, feeling nauseous at the thought of going to bed with the devious black bastard.  Yes, she needed and craved sex with other men ... but she had never thought slept with a black man again...................another vile black man!  'But what choice do I have?'

Abigail wondered, thinking 'My God, if it gets out, it'll destroy my family .........................marriage ......................my husband will never speak to me ever again! Possibly he forbade me to see our son! How can I blame him .............................letting his rival seduce me!  My marriage will certainly end and it's my entire fault!' 

Abigail realized that there was no other way out for her, that she had do his bidding, and the devious Mr. Wilson had made it quite clear what he was wanting from her once they got up to the penthouse ............................that she'd have to spread her legs for the black bastard!  But she knew that it was something she'd have to do in order to preserve her marriage and family.

With the program to begin after the elegant dinner planned for the event, Abigail felt sick to her stomach as she was to go up to the podium to begin the festivities, to welcome everyone and also to introduce Mr. Wilson who was to give a small speech as he was donating the use of the Regency Ballroom and basically hosting the event.

After finishing her drink, steadying her nerves some dressed in an elegant yellow dress and white heels Abigail then proceeded up to the podium to start the program.  After welcoming everyone to the event, her heart thumped in her chest as she swallowed deeply, then Abigail did what she needed to do in thanking Mr. Wilson for his generosity and asking him to come up to the podium to say a few words. 

As the bastard got up from the table he was seated at an approached the podium with his hand extend to shake hers, there was no way that Abigail could avoid extending her hand to avoid the handshake in front of the large crowd, and so she swallowed deeply to shake the bastard's hand. 

But then the bastard held her hand tightly and wouldn't let go as he got to the podium and announcing before the crowd "No, stay up here with me, Mrs. Wayland!  I want tell everyone here just how instrumental you've been in making this year's silent auction that is surely to surpass the funds raised for the high school scholarship program!"

Forced to stay up there, standing right next to the bastard, who had let go of holding hand but was now using it to fondle her ass as he spoke into the microphone.  Gritting her teeth, Abigail forced herself to smile through it all as the bastard was grabbing a feel in advance of his giving her a tour of the penthouse.

Auction just over and with Mr. Wilson approaching her, Abigail trembled with fear that people would see her entering the elevator with him, thus felt relieved when he proposed that they get a drink at the bar in the restaurant next door.  Saying goodbye to several couples as they were about to enter the restaurant, she was grateful for Mr. Wilson saying goodbye to them also while adding "Mrs. Wayland here is already working on next year's auction!  I'm afraid to hear what she's got in mind to hit me up!" 

That had gotten a laugh from those departing and also had served to give an excuse for her entering the bar with this big donor.  Seated in a booth, one already specifically reserved for the owner of the hotel, they were out of sight of any other patrons in the far corner booth. 

"Aren't you going to thank me for what I did out there, giving the perfect cover for you to be joining me in here rather than them seeing us enter the elevator together?" she was asked. 

Abigail swallowed then utter out "Thank you!" 

But that 'thank you' was not enough as the bastard grasped her wrist and pulled hand down towards him, then rubbed her fingers over the bulge in his trousers and told "You can thank me this way!" 

Some fumbling under the table and then Abigail was being told to "Put your pretty hand inside!" 

Blinking back the tears, she then did as demanded, uttering gasp of surprise when her fingers immediately came into contact with his sticky tube flesh than as the bastard had not worn any undergarment.  Fisting the sticky black cock that she had been ordered to pull out of his pants, but that was apparently still not enough of a 'thank you' for the black bastard as he put a hand behind her neck and was pulling head down beneath the table top.

Humiliated beyond belief even though no other patrons in the bar or restaurant could see them in the booth nor was she was doing beneath the table, Abigail could not believe what the bastard was demanding of her in a public place.  Shuddering as the bloated cockhead pushed on down into her throat, Abigail realized that this was the thickest and  longest cock she had ever mouthed, far bigger than that of her previous lover, and the bastard was now arching up from his seat to feed her the last inch.  With her head held steady at the back of her neck, the bastard began fucking her face by sliding a couple of inches in and out of her gagging throat, then Abigail realized that the filthy bastard was going to ejaculated down her throat before letting her up from his lap.

"Ohhhh, yeah, sweetie .............................suck it!  Suck it!" she heard him groan. 

But just a second later, Abigail heard glasses being placed down upon the tabletop with a male's voice advising "Here are the drinks you ordered, Mr. Wilson!  Is there anything else I can get for you right now?" 

"Yes, Marcus ..........................another napkin, please ...............................my guest is going to need an extra one soon .........................take your time, in five minutes or so!" she heard him reply. 

'The fucking bastard must have signaled the bartender to send over a new round of drinks, deliberately doing so to embarrass her when the waiter arrived with the drinks. 

From the waiter's vantage point while standing before the table and placing the drinks down onto the table, Abigail's heart sank as she knew full well that at least the left shoulder of her dress was visible and possible the back of her head, making it quite obvious as to what was taking place beneath the table. 

To her horror, Abigail realized that what the bastard told the waiter was intended on humiliating her further, that the bastard planned on ejaculating his semen into her mouth just before the waiter returned and in all probability be pulling her up to a sitting position to shame her before the returning waiter. 

This  young black 22 year old waiter, just four months with the restaurant but one whom Mr. Wilson took a liking to, would soon be working harder than ever after this evening ...................especially after that nice tip left by Mr. Wilson with a special note addressed to him that read 'Keep up the good work!  Win the employee of the month award and there'll be a special prize added .............a night with the beautiful woman seated right next to me!  Can't beat having a beautiful white bitch gulping down your black boner and swallow your hot cum!'     

The view from the penthouse suite was just a beautiful sight that took in the entire city, and also that of the master bedroom as it provided a marvelous view, but unfortunately Abigail could not take her eyes off the king-sized bed as she knew that she'd would soon be atop of it with her legs spread wide for the devious bastard. 

She cringed as the bastard caressed her left arm, feeling repulsed even after having sucked the bastard off, her stomach still queasy as the slimy spend had formed a warm lake in her belly.  Then her blackmailer sat upon the bed and leaned on back, telling her "Gimme a nice sexy strip tease, Mrs. Wayland!  Start by reaching up under your dress and peel off yer panties fer me!" 

Having won a golden pair of panties under her yellow dress, Abigail put her thumbs into the elastic waistband and began peeling the protective garment down over her trim hips, then let them fall onto her heels.  "Now step on out of your panties with your left foot and hook your panties around your right heel!  That's it!  Now lift your right leg up to me ................gimme yer panties!"

Right knee rose up high; foot kept straight so that her panties wouldn't slip off her heel, Abigail then delivered them to the devious bastard who just loved humiliating her.  She shuddered as the bastard eyed up her panties, then crooked his neck before moving his head forward to open his mouth and clamp his teeth upon the garment .................right onto the crotch of her panties! 

Next, she watched him mouthing the crotch band, getting the taste of her sex into his mouth as he was savoring the tasty flavor.  As the bastard got a sample taste of her through her panties, she did as told by unzipping the yellow dress she was wearing and soon the garment was puddled around her white heels.  Bra removed, Abigail stood before the admiring man with nothing on but her heels.  Moments later, still in only her heels, she had gotten up onto the foot of the bed and ordered to shuffle on up towards him. 

And now was kneeling upon the bed with her eyes closed and teeth gritted, shuddering as she fought to remain still as bastard mouthed her sex while lying upon the bed as she straddled his ebony face.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Godddddddddddd .........................................oh, my Goddddddddddd  ...................................ahhhhhhhh ..................ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh .........................ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she shivered as the bastard's long tongue wiggled up her snatch.

After the bitch collapsed forward, going face first onto a pillow, Mr. Wilson slipped out from under her juicy crotch and looked down upon the prone beauty.  Reaching up with his left hand, he caressed her soft beautiful ass and let his fingers trace their way down her trim sexy legs, hen peeled off the white heel on her left foot.  Then he removed her other heel before setting them down on the carpeting. 

Getting up off the bed, Mr. Wilson got off his shirt off and tossed it atop of his coat hanging on the shoulder of the armchair.  Kicking off his shoes, taking off his socks, he then undid his belt and front of his pants. Stepping out of his pants and jockeys, Mr. Wilson then shucked at his growing boner, and it was rock-solid in no time as he had been dreaming of this night for quite some time.  Grabbing her by the ankles, he pulled her down to the center of the bed, and then flipped her on over. Kneeling up on the bed, pushing her knees up and wide, he then shuffled forward to get into place.    

Eyes closed a the bastard's heavy black body settled upon her, Abigail spread her legs wide to let it happen, telling herself that she was going to merely lie there and let him have his pleasure. Gritting her teeth as she felt the bastard trying to fit his bloated cockhead into place, her eyes tearing some as she didn't want to have sex with this black bastard. 

"Ouchhhhhhhhh!" she yelped out in pain as the bastard deliberately shoved his thick boner into without getting her lubricated, knowing full well he'd be hurting her with his rough thrust into her dry cunny. 

The bastard kept his cock still till her juices surrounded it, waited till he felt her cunny squeezing around him, then a few five inch fuck strokes had Abigail panting out "Oh, Godddddd ...................................ohhhh, bastard .............................damn you .............................damn you ........................................damn you .............................bastard!" 

The horny fucker had her wanting it now, giving her the kind of fucking that she so craved, so different from the dull and boring love-making with her husband.  "Oh, God ........................................ooooohhhhhhhh ............................fuck me ..............................fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!" she panted out.   

Eyes closed, arching up and squeezing upon the thick cock sliding down her juicy chute, Abigail began soaring up high and soon to be skyrocketing into outer space.  Clutching at the bastard, trying to arch up onto his cock, Abigail became frantic as she panted out "What's wrong?  What's wrong?  Why are you stopping?" 

"Beg me; bitch ........................just like you did in your master room with that bastard of J.P. Couriol that you spread your legs for!"  

Shaking her head 'no' as she did not want to stoop that low, Abigail gritted her teeth, but it was a fight she would soon lose.  "Cock me; you bastard ................................cock meeeeeeeeee .......................................fuck me with that big black cock of yours!" Abigail cried out as she arched up, trying to get him to resume fucking her. 

And when he lifted up, withdrawing twelve full inches before slicing her pulsating slit with it once again, Abigail cried out "Yesssssssssssss ..................................oh, yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss ...................................cock me, you bastard ....................................cock meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yessssssssssssssssssss ...................................ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..........................................COCK meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

As the blackmailing bastard shagged at her, Abigail was frantic when he stopped again, and so she panted out "Cock me, you bastard .............................cock me ................cock me ......................cock meeeeeeeeeeeee!" 

"Beg me to knock you up, bitch!  Beg me if you want me to continue!" the bastard demanded of her. 

Gritting her teeth once again, only this time to keep from laughing out loud, Abigail knew that she was one up on the bastard.  And so, knowing full well that the fucking bastard couldn't get her knock up as she was already pregnant with 3 month by the other black bastard, Abigail hid her chuckle as she panted out "Do it, you bastard ......................................do it .............................knock me up with a little black bastard!  Fuck your little black bastard up in me!" 

Abigail got the fucking that she needed so badly, arching up high as the bastard buried his foot-long dong all the way up to the hilt, ejaculating its filthy scum in her already impregnated womb as she screamed out in ecstasy.  Best of all, even though having had to submit herself to the devious blackmailer, Abigail felt as if she had actually pulled a good one over the black bastard as his filthy scum could not do its nasty deed while making him think otherwise.

Although Abigail had gotten the fucking that she needed so badly, her getting up to leave at this point was out of the question, there was so such luck for her as the devious bastard intended of banging her throughout the entire night.  And bang her throughout the night he did, giving it to her fast and furious ....................and often! 

Taken from behind, riding the black stallion, then butt-fucked, and when dressed in the morning to make her way on home before picking up her child .......................the black bastard made her get down onto her knees, and with her mouth full of cock she looked at him as he told her "You had better dream up something to tell your hubby as to why you're you have a regular meeting you need to attend ......................shall we say every first and third Thursday, say from 6 to 10 in the evening!  That is, unless you want hubby to learn that you are a big black cock addict ..........................and that Mr. Couriol his rival was the one who got ya knocked up with his black baby!  Hell, hubby might jist be so pissed that he'll be the one whom demand a divorce leaving nothing to you!" 

Her humiliation was not over as yet, for the damned bastard pulled on out of her mouth just as his throbbing cock belched out its slimy goo right onto her face and down the front of her dress.

Two weeks later, after having prepped her husband about becoming active once again with her sorority group, Abigail was about going for her bi-monthly meeting at the Regency Hotel.  Only it was not for a sorority meeting she would be attending, but a meeting up in the penthouse to sate the lust of her devious blackmailer.  Such would continue for another four months, till her belly was quite swollen and she became afraid of having that heavy bastard lying upon her body and growing baby.  She was thankful that her blackmailer gave her a temporary reprieve, till three months after she gave birth, but then she would be back up in the penthouse of the Regency every other Thursday evening.

In the time of birth. Zack was not present because he had an urgent trip to sign a new contract that would give his company 3 thousand millions dollars and him a bonus of 7 million and half dollars; too tempting to pass up. Pastor Norton and his wife Dr. Angeline Trèsor took care of Mrs. Wayland, little Tim and the baby Zackary Jr.; when Zack returned by his triumphant trip, and saw the very first time at his second offspring he thought ‘Thanks God for love me'. If he knows it the true.

Dr. Trèsor, with the help of her husband Pastor Norton exchanges the black baby with a white baby born just two days before. The black baby was given to a black couple whose wife could not conceive, while the white baby was abandoned in a church in Hopland. Pastor Darcy, friend, colleague and accomplice of Pastor Norton in many sinful acts handed the baby. Soon Zack Wayland attended the office of Dr. Trèsor and it was quickly hypnotized, to be a father dumbfounded with Zack Jr.

Then Zack Wayland make a generous donation half million dollar to the sacred organization BLESSED HERD which actually it was the public name of the evil organization BLACK HORSES. In the meanwhile, Abigail was confirmed that she is a big black cock addicted and programmed to be later or sooner pregnant with a new black baby again.

When her visits to the penthouse recommenced, Abigail would find out that in a sense she was basically being pimped out by the black bastard, beginning with the anxious young waiter who had witnessed her that first time there at the restaurant when her head was pushed beneath the table top.  So wanting to get her as a bonus prize in winning 'employee of the month', Marcus was egged on by Mr. Wilson that he could be the first to welcome her back to the penthouse, and what a big welcome he gave her just minutes after her arrival up in the penthouse suite ....................his hot pent-up load that was stored up in his bloated black balls ................and he was quite pleased to see her swallow it all!  After got to eat out her pussy and tasting her sweet juices as she orgasm in his mouth, Marcus got her up on all fours so he could fuck her like a bitch in heat, loving it when the beautiful white wife panted out "Cock me, stud .............................cock meeeeeeee!  Fuck me with that big black cock of yours!"

Wild wicked and illicit sex was just so much of a turn-on for Abigail that she had become addicted to it, needing and craving any naughty sex, like a druggie in desperate need of a fix.  A disappointment came up with her husband told her that he had to head on a red-eye right on the night of their fifteen wed anniversary, but he did tell her he'd take her to the restaurant of her choice that evening and make it up to her when he got back. 

Upset that her husband would think of going on a busy trip on their 15th Anniversary, Abigail decided to take him up on the picking the expensive restaurant of her choice, made a reservation and told the receptionist "Can you seat us at a table that Marcus is serving!  Tell him we're celebrating our 15th Anniversary that evening!  Thank you!"

Trembling with nervousness at the thought of what she had just done, Abigail wondered as to whether or not she could do something that despicable ................................that of going back to the restaurant after dropping her husband off at the airport, waiting in the bar till Marcus got off work, then taking him home with her and letting him fuck her on the bed that she shared with her damned husband!  "That'll teach him to leave me all alone on the night of our 15th Anniversary!" she fumed.

For young Marcus Turner, this was some fantastic night, serving Mrs. Wayland and her cuckold husband on their 15th Anniversary dinner at the Regency and now hours later he was helping the beautiful wife celebrate her anniversary in quite an unusual way.  He knew that she was obviously pissed that her husband would abandon her on a big anniversary that she was getting even with him in a very vengeful way, for why else would she be spreading her trim sexy white legs for a black buck on her marital bed.  With her teenage daughter away a sleep-over at a friend's place and baby at the grandparent's for the night, he was staying for the night and intended on banging away at the beautiful little bitch. 

Her 15th Anniversary and Marcus was the one with the good fortune of having his big black cock up her snapping little pussy, begging him to "Cock me, stud ......................cock me with that big black cock!"  And to make sure this fuck session would be a memorable on, just as he was to ejaculate his hot cum in her fertile womb, Marcus panted out "Cumming, Mrs. Wayland ..........................gonna cum ..................ahhhhhh ......................ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Oh, Mrs. Wayland..........................cumminggggggggggg ..................................Happy 15th Anniversaryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy .................arghhhhhhhh ...............................aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"