She walked towards the van in order to meet the gardeners, as she did, the door on each side opened and out stepped two very big and very black men. Victoria stopped. This was a little unexpected, you so rarely got to see black men in her neighbourhood. She should however have expected it since most of the help in this part of the world came from the black or Hispanic communities. But what made it a little different today was that after the weekend's antics, the very sight of a black man made her pussy instantly wet.

Both men made their way towards the young wife, who was still routed to the spot. They were huge, both 6 ft 6 and well built, despite their age. They looked to be in their mid 60s but manual labour had clearly kept them in good shape. The man who had come out of the driver's seat confidently walked over and offered Victoria his hand. Ever so gently she accepted it. She noted the firm manly grip, and, without letting go, he looked down at her, "You must be Victoria, James's wife. I trust he told you that we would be coming today?"

"Er, yes, yes, he did mention it..."

"Good. I am Amos and this is my partner, Jessie."

Amos finally let go of Victoria's hand. She then meekly offered it to Jessie who greedily took it. His big black mauler engulfed her petit, delicate white hand and, like Amos, shook it firmly, "Pleased to meet you." And like the priest before, Jessie appeared to be talking to her breasts, but whereas Victoria had been in complete control of that episode of harmless flirtation, this was very different. As Jessie licked his big lips and starred at her breasts, Victoria, quite naturally, felt intimidated by the presence of two big black men who were so obviously eyeing up her body and which her tight dress left little to the imagination. In response to this blatant intimidation, Victoria's pussy responded like any normal whore, it got wetter and wetter.

"James has told us what he needs doing, perhaps you could show us to the garden?"

"Yes, yes, of course. Why don't you come this way?"

As Victoria led the two men to their garden, she felt that, so far, they had been nothing but courteous and polite. Whilst she felt a little awkward being in the presence of black men (she always did), there was nothing to fear here, was there? After all, these men were old enough to be her grandfather, they had probably lost all desire to have sex and could not possibly bother her.

She could not be more wrong.

As she led the two men to the garden, both men looked down at her perfectly formed arse, they then looked at each other and winked. The hunt was on! Amos and Jessie had previous in seducing young white housewives and Victoria was one of the finest they had ever seen. Her small perfectly formed arse and slim figure which supported impossibly large 36DD tits would be a fine catch. They would have to tread carefully and slowly though. Experience had taught them that a gradual approach often met with the best results. Rush in too quickly, and your prey could run off into the arms of her pathetic husband.

As they got to the garden, Victoria explained what needed to be done. As she babbled away about her roses, she was conscience that the men seemed to be paying more attention to her lovely young body than to her garden. They seemed to be eyeing her up, looking down at her slim legs and then up to her huge tits. And whenever she turned around to point something out, she noticed that their eyes would divert downwards on to her perfectly formed bottom. It seemed like they were sizing her up, eying their prey and in response to this, she felt her nipples starting to become erect and, in her thin Channel dress and lacy bra, she knew that they would be poking though for all to see.

As such, Victoria decided to cut the explanation short, if they needed any further clarification, they could get it from James. She needed to remove herself from these men. The itch in her pussy was all consuming. She needed to go upstairs and quickly relieve herself with her big black dildo. But Amos had other ideas and decided to discuss in great length what he proposed to do and to offer, what turned out to be, some very useful suggestions. He was so polite and courteous that Victoria found it difficult to be rude and just walk off. Even Jessie got involved and started to suggest where they should put their Chrysanthemums.

Victoria desperately tried to pay attention but the itch in her pussy was getting more and more severe. She could not help but wonder what it would be like to be fucked by such two big powerful black men, to feel their cocks punish her innocent white body, to make her scream like the schoolgirl in her porno film screamed. She wondered just how big their cocks would be? If they were in proportion to the rest of their massive bodies, they would be huge, much bigger then her husband's. Inwardly she groaned at the thought.

Her thoughts on being gangbanged by these men were interrupted when, out of the blue, Amos put his arm on the small of her back and gently started to push her. "So come this way and I will show you what I am talking about..." Victoria had no idea what he was talking about. She had not listened to a word he said but now this brute of a man was leading her down the garden path and going on and on about her Chrysanthemums and Lisianthus. My God, she thought, she could not give two hoots about her flowers. All that mattered was getting away from these men and relieving the desperate itch in her pussy. And why was her pussy getting wet just as a result of this man touching me. His firm hand was resting on her back, she felt it ever so slightly start to move down to the tops of her buttocks. Perhaps these men were not as gentle and sweet as she had hoped? "And we could plant some over here, and here..." God, would he just please let me go, she thought. She nodded her head meekly, agreeing to whatever he was saying.

Finally, after a couple of minutes of listening, she decided enough is enough. "Well, yes, that is all very interesting and I will discuss it with James when he gets back and let you know tomorrow.

"I just have to pop inside and make a couple of calls so please feel free to start. Also, please help yourself to any refreshments..."

And with that, Victoria turned and rushed off back into the house, aware that the men were probably ogling her fine arse as she did.

Once she got inside, she was about to rush off upstairs to fuck herself with her dildo when the phone went. Shit. She did not need this. She went into the kitchen and picked the phone up. It was James asking whether the gardeners had arrived and what they were doing. She answered as quickly and politely as possible. But James would not get off the phone. He needed something from the kitchen. There was a number in a laptop on the kitchen table. Would she mind getting it for him? Of course she wouldn't, what else could she possibly be doing? She went over to the table. There were plies and piles of James's work papers carefully lying on the table. The laptop was at the far end of the table. If she moved it, it could mess up the papers and James hated nothing more than having his papers disturbed, so instead she leaned over the table and began to log in.

To make herself feel a little more comfortable as she typed away, she leaned on her elbows, this had the effect of lowering her back and raising her arse. Also, she spread her legs her little and this caused her little dress to ride up to the top of her thighs. He bottom was now almost on display. Not that any of this mattered since she was alone...

"Yes, yes, I have found the number, it is..."

The conversation continued for another minute or so. Victoria was trying everything to get her husband off the phone, but to no avail. But then Victoria heard movement behind her. She craned her neck to see what it was -- standing, just inches away from her bottom, was Amos, he was smiling and looking down at her. How long had he been there, Victoria thought? How long had he been there looking at her in this undignified position, with her bottom and skirt raised, like she was waiting to be fucked?

Amos started to mouth something to Victoria and made hand movement to suggest he wanted a drink.

"Err honey, I gotta go. One of the gardeners wants to ask me a question. Look I will call you back. Love you..."

And with that, Victoria ended the call. She then began to get up from her bent over position but as she did, her bottom inadvertently grazed Amos's groin and she felt something very hard and something very big. It could only possibly have been Amos's cock. His big black erect cock and it was hard because of Victoria's body. Of that there could be no doubt. Even this casual graze, which only lasted a second or so, told Victoria everything she needed to know: these men were not past it, in a sexual way as she had previously thought and her worst fears about them starring at her lovely body were confirmed. They found her horny and fuckable. And she was alone with them, in her house. She needed to escape...

As she rose and turned around, she was only inches away from Amos, who was still smiling at her in that sweet paternal way. But there was nothing sweet about this man, Victoria's bottom could give testimony to that. His dick had told her everything she needed to know. "Er, w-what can I do to help?" Victoria babbled as she walked past Amos, to some form of safety.

"I am so sorry to disturb you when you were on the phone there. It is just that Jessie and I would love a glass of water. Do you mind if we help ourselves?"

"Sure. Sure, please help yourself to anything..." Victoria replied as she made her way to the door and out of kitchen.

"Hmm, I will help myself to anything. Including you, my dear." Amos said to himself, under his breath. Contact had been made. The game was on.

Victoria meanwhile rushed upstairs to the relative safety of her bedroom. Once inside, she locked the door, took out her dildo from her bedside table, turned on her porno film and settled down to an afternoon of masturbating. Her thoughts were not however really on the film, but on the two gardeners downstairs, and what they could do to her innocent white body...

Tuesday

The day started off as usual, with James heading off to work at 7am and with Victoria getting up at around 8am. She had been told by the gardeners that they would be arriving at around 9am today. Yesterday, as they had left for the day, they had shouted up to her as she lay in her bedroom, naked, legs spread fucking herself, for the umpteenth time, with her big black dildo.

However, today was a different day and she was determined to avoid placing herself in a similar situation. As such, she was going to get out of the house before the black gardeners arrived and stay out. She wanted to make sure she was out of harms way. So quickly, she got dressed and headed out to do a day's shopping.

At around 1pm, she received a SMS message from her husband, apparently the gardeners had left for the day, did she know anything about this? They had left him a voice message and he was wondering if she knew what was going on?

Victoria replied that she did not and she was out shopping. However, she would go home to see what had happened. She felt that she was quite comfortable returning home now that it was a black man free zone.

On her return, she found a message, apparently they needed to go out and buy some paving slabs, it was unlikely that they will be able to get them today and return so they will return first thing. Excellent, thought Victoria, she had the house to herself. She did not want to be in the presence of these men because she feared what might happen.

Victoria was now at a loss as to what to do. She had the house to herself and nothing much planned. She had finished shopping for the day and did not have plans to meet any of her girlfriends. Maybe she should work on her tan, she thought to herself? After all, she prided herself on her all over body tan. No bikini lined for her young gorgeous body her tits, pussy, arse were all one beautiful colour of light brown. It was the way she and her husband liked it.

To get that perfect tan, they naturally had a tanning machine in the basement and she would often use this, especially when the weather was bad. But today the weather was good. It was a perfect day to go outside and get naturally tanned, just as God had intended her to do. But she could not do that, the gardeners could come back and then they would get a good look at her luscious young white body. She did not want to expose herself to these black men, did she?

She would use the machine, she thought. But it was her house, why should she be restricted as to what she could do? She was a confident women who could handle two old black men, couldn't she? Why should she, a rich white housewife, be intimidated by the hired help? This was ridiculous. She was paying them, she could do what she damn well wanted!

So with confidence, Victoria started to get herself ready to sun bathe outside. As she did, her confidence in herself was rising. She decided that not only would she bathe outside, with the risk of these black men seeing her, she would wear the skimpiest bikini she could find, in order to prove to herself that she was not intimidated and that she could control events. She may have made these men feel horny and hard. But that was usual, she made most men feel horny and hard. Had it been white men she was turning on, there would have been no issue. She would have confidently flirted with them, in the full knowledge that she was in control. Just because these men were black, why should it be any different?

So with this in mind, she chose a tiny little white bikini. The bottom consisted of a tiny g-string with the front barely covering her shaved little pussy. Her bottom would be almost 100% exposed since the piece of string slipped snugly into the cheeks of her ass. The top tied at the back and the front just about covered her nipples, although since it was made of a transparent material, these were pretty much on display.

Normally she would have worn a pair of sandals with her bikini but she wanted something more confident to go with how she was feeling. She walked over to her closet and took out a pair of strap on white heels. The heel was at least four inches high, these would do, she thought. When she put them on, she looked at herself in the mirror. Perfect. With her legs toned and ass raised, and her next-to-nothing bikini on, she looked like such a confident horny white bitch.

Deep down she hoped Amos and Jessie would see her dressed like this. She would then confidently flaunt her body to them, happy in the knowledge that all they could do was look, but they could not touch. They could get hard, but their dicks would never come into contact with her pure married white body. She had preserved that for her husband and had made such an oath, on the bible, when she got married. Amos and Jessie would have to learn their place, just as the blacks had done for centuries before.

She headed off downstairs, on her way she decided to make herself a martini. She felt good, so why not? Once she had made her drink, she took it, along with a magazine to read, outside and sat herself on the sun lounger.

At first she was a little nervous. She was alone in the garden, wearing virtually next to nothing, and with the prospect of two black men coming in at any moment. This was madness. But something in her made her not move. Something in her made her wait for the possible return of Amos and Jessie. Maybe it was the dampness in her pussy ...

As such, she reclined into her lounger, opened her magazine and started to drink away at her martini. As the martini went down, she began to relax more. This was nice. This was very nice. Confidence still high, Victoria decided that her tits needed a little sun. So, rather than moving her bikini top, she was feeling a little lazy, she decided to just lower the cups of her top which allowed her big tits to spill out and become exposed. That was nice, she thought, more of her body was now on display. She was in control. She feared no one...

The next thing she knew was Amos standing over at her, licking her lips and looking down. She must have fallen asleep, the martini had made her drowsy and she must have drifted off. As such, she had not heard the black men returning to her home. And there she was, almost naked but for the tiny g-string and a black man was taking great pleasure in ogling her young body.

For a few moments nether of them spoke. Victoria just froze and starred up at this giant of a beast who was looking down at her, taking in her body, lingering over her massive married white tits. All of Victoria's confidence immediately evaporated and she regretted ever dressing like this. She may have been in control when she was with white boys. But these were animals. These were black men. How did she ever hope to control such a situation?

 She looked down at Amos's crotch, it was clear that he had a massive hard on, judging by the size of the bulge in his pants. And he was making no pretence to hide it. Indeed he looked like he was entirely proud of his achievement. And what an achievement it was, judging by the bulge. Victoria feared what kind of size of manhood this animal possessed.

Her tits were fully on display to this man, a man who was not her husband, a man who no doubt wanted to posses her young innocent body. This could not happen, of that she was sure.

Amos was first to break the deafening silence. "Ma'am, so sorry to disturb you when you are asleep, but your husband is on the phone, he says it is urgent..."

Victoria still could not speak. She was in the presence of a sexual beast and all of her body, other than her pussy, was failing to respond. She had never felt like this before. She had never felt so exposed and helpless. These men would undoubtedly find her body a turn on -- who wouldn't? -- and they could take her anytime they wanted. And there was nothing she could do to stop them. Dressed like this, she was at their terrible mercy.

After several moments, her brain gradually began to get into gear. She had to escape. She had to get out of here. But her stupid husband was on the phone, first she had to deal with him. "Err yes, yes, that is ok." was all Victoria could mumble when she was in such a state of undress. She was no longer the confident bitch of an hour ago. She was reverting back to the subservient timid bitch of yesterday. She and her pussy knew it.

Frantically she covered up her tits with her tiny transparent bikini top and got up. Mustering all the dignity she could, she quick stepped it towards the house, with a view to taking the call in her bedroom, away from the preying eyes of these predators. As she did, Amos stared at her from behind, watching her delicious naked arse hurry away from his greedy eyes. He knew it was only a matter of time before he possessed it, dominated it and fucked it. He licked his lips at the prospect and as he did, Victoria looked back. She knew she was in trouble.

She quickly entered the kitchen with a view to heading upstairs were she could take the call in privacy. She then planned on remaining in her bedroom, with the door locked where she would spend the afternoon relieving her sexual needs with her dildo and porn. However, in the kitchen, blocking the entrance into the hall stood Jessie, smiling, obviously enjoying her body and her embarrassment.

This massive black hoodlum's towering presence blocked her only escape. The only way out was back into the garden, where Amos waited. However Jessie did not plan on physically intimidating the poor young housewife, he merely wanted to enjoy her for a little while longer. And for that, he could count on her husband for support. For Jessie was holding the phone, clearly James was on the line.

Looking at her cruelly, he licked his lips and said "Ma'am, your husband says he needs to speak to you urgently, says he needs you to get some information from the computer in the kitchen. It might make sense if you took the call down here..." Victoria's brain was all over the place. Had she been thinking clearly she would have told Jessie, and her husband, to wait a couple of minutes, she could have gone upstairs, changed and then taken the call. Two minutes would not hurt anyone. But she was not thinking clearly. Her pussy was taking over. For some reason it made sense for her to listen to what Jessie said, remain downstairs, in the presence of these black men, half naked with her body on display to them. "Err, yes, I will take the call down here." And with that, Victoria pottered towards Jessie, who held the phone out to her. As she did, her tits bounced up and down, her nipples were thrusting out towards Jessie, who blatantly starred at them. Marvelling at their, beauty, size and firmness, he longed to place his massive black cock in their valley and force the bitch to fuck him. With that wonderful thought in mind, his 13 inch weapon rose to its maximum potential and was bursting for release from his overalls.

As Victoria collected the phone, she could not fail to notice Jessie sporting an enormous erection. She knew her body had caused it and it caused her pussy to become damp with anticipation. Her forbidden fantasy was just a few moves away, if she wanted it. But she wanted to be faithful to her husband, she did not want to be unfaithful and become a dirty slut for black cock. Did she?

She could not spend too much time dwelling on that because as she took the phone, her husband began barking down frantic orders to her. Unfortunately once again she had to log on to the computer in the kitchen. And once more it was positioned on the other side of the table. The only way to access it was to lean over and her arse was once more raised up in the air, as if she was presenting it to be fucked. But this time it was slightly different, other than a tiny piece of string lying between the valley of her delicious cheeks, her arse was fully on display and Jessie was waiting, ready to enjoy himself.

However, there was another subtle difference between today and yesterday. Despite the overwhelming fear cursing through Victoria's young body, intermixed with that was also the undeniable warm sensation in her pussy which told her that she wanted to display her body to these old lecherous black men, to allow them to savour her innocent beauty and quite possibly to abuse it.

As this thought entered her mind, and as she listened to the blabbering instructions of her husband, she very slowly leant over the table, raised her arse and spread her legs. Her pussy was taking over her body and she was determined to present herself to these black men in a way she knew they would appreciate. Deep down, she realised that she was taking the first steps down the path to becoming a true slut for black cock...

And once she went down the path, she knew her destiny would forever be changed. All of this did not go unnoticed to a seasoned campaigner like Jessie. Despite his presence in the kitchen, had she wanted to, she could have easily escaped. She had not even made an attempt and had she, he would not have stopped her. But she had chosen to remain in the kitchen, alone with him when he was so obviously aroused by her body. And then the way she leant over the kitchen table and so obviously raised her arse and spread her legs when he was standing behind her, meant only on thing -- the bitch was ready.

Jessie and Amos had earlier figured that it would take them at least three days before they could make their move. But events had unexpectedly taken a turn for the better and there was no doubt in Jessie mind that things could be accelerated without their prey being unnecessarily scared off.

So, with the confidence and assuredness that came so easily to black men, Jessie swaggered over to where Victoria was leaning and stood right behind her. He was now just inches away from her raised arse. He looked down and smiled. Victoria immediately felt the presence of Jessie behind her. There was no obvious need for him to come and stand so close to her other than for him to want to intimidate and enjoy her further. She had provoked this by the way she had spread her legs and raised her bottom. Indeed she had wanted a reaction from the black man and instantaneously had got one. There was now nothing she could do other than to wait for Jessie's next move. He was in control and she would have no choice but to submit.

Her heart pounded away at this, and she tried desperately to concentrate on what her husband was saying. But the presence of this black man, so close to her, and the obvious reason why he was standing there, made this very difficult. "So I need you to go into the client file and find me the mandate letter for Moore Capital..."

"Err ok, just give me a second..."

Victoria moved her mouse to the client file and, as she did, Jessie ever so slowly moved his groin up against her arse and pressed his dick, still covered in his blue overalls, between the valley of her buttocks and on to her wet pussy. The only thing protecting her pussy was the thin piece of transparent white material of her bikini bottom. Hardly much of a defence to a big black cock. Jessie pushed away.

"Ohh. Oh..." Victoria screamed out down the phone to her husband, in obvious horror at what was happening.

"What's wrong?" James asked, slightly concerned by the change in his wife's tone. Victoria said nothing but instead looked behind her to see what her attacker was doing. When she did, all she could see was Jessie's big black face smiling down at her. It was the look of a man who was Master of all he surveyed. He knew that there was nothing she could say to stop him whilst she was on the phone to her husband. Instead her eyes looked up at him and pleaded with him to stop. Instead Jessie pushed his dick even harder up against her defenceless pussy.

"Ohh p-please" she pleaded, as for a second she forgot she was on the phone to her husband.

Jessie just smiled and pushed away.

"What's wrong, Victoria, what is going on?" James innocently enquired, now a little more curious as to his wife's sudden change in behaviour. James's question suddenly made Victoria turn away from Jessie and focus on the phone and on her husband who was on the line. She could not possibly tell him that the reason she was acting this way was because the big black gardener was sexually assaulting her.

"Oh, it is nothing. I was merely asking you to slow down, all these instructions, oooh". Jessie pushed even harder. "And since I am kneeling on my elbows, it is quite sore. Now where were we, the Moore file..."

"Well I am sorry for barking orders down at you, but this is urgent. Yes, if you go into the Moore file..."

As James blabbered away, Victoria desperately tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but this was difficult with a great big black cock pressed up against her married white pussy. Her pussy was now soaking wet and the exertions of this mighty black beast was close to making her cum. She started to pant down the phone, stunned that these relatively small manipulations by a black man could make her come so close to cumming. Her white husband could not do this. But a brute of a black man could. God she was a slut, she thought.

"Are you alright, you sound out of breath?"

"Look, I ran to get the phone, p-please would you get on with this!" Victoria desperately wanted to get her husband off the phone and for her to extricate herself from this dreadful position she had put herself in.

"OK, calm down, now find me the mandate letter..."

Victoria tried to concentrate on what James was saying, realising it was the quickest way to end the call. But as she did, events took another unexpected turn. As Jessie pressed his dick up against her pussy, he then unexpectedly raised his black hand and brought it firmly down on to one of her upturned white cheeks. The black bastard was spanking her whilst she was on the phone to her husband.

"Oh God!" Victoria screamed.

"What's wrong now?"

Victoria once more looked back at her assailant. This time Jessie had an evil look on his face. It was the look of a man who was determined to punish the bottom of a naughty white wife. Without any look of remorse, Jessie spanked Victoria's other cheek, leaving a lovely big red hand print. This was the way all white wives bottoms should look, he thought.

"Ouch!"

"Victoria, are you ok. What's going on?"

Victoria could still not speak, Jessie had just spanked her again.

"N-no, it is nothing. I just stood on something, must be some glass. Oooh, that hurts. Oooh..."

Jessie was now spanking her at regular intervals. And they were clean crisp firm spanks, just the type needed for a white wife's wilful little bottom. The noise of a black man's hand on innocent white flesh now reverberated throughout the kitchen -- the unmistakeable sound of a black man's victory - and they did not go unnoticed by the wife's husband on the phone. "What is that noise, it sounds like someone is clapping?"

"Uh, n-no it is the gardeners. They are doing some work outside, that's all that noise is. Ohh, ouch,, it hurts, oh it hurts."

"Oh well, I need another file and then you can go, I don't want you to be in pain unnecessarily. It is in..."

As James spoke to his darling wife, she carried on thrusting her bottom out towards Jessie. Her brain was telling her to stand up, hang up on her husband and tell Jessie to leave her house immediately. But of course her pvvsy was telling her something completely different. It was telling her to obediently present her bottom to her black Master, to allow him to punish it and to abuse it at will.

Not the first time today, Victoria allowed her pussy to dictate events. As she would find out later in the week, it was to be a fateful error.

Victoria's panting was now getting louder and louder. Her stupid husband believed it was because she was out of breath, or panting in frustration at what he was asking her to do. If only he knew it was due to the manipulations of a black man on her body. And that bitch's body was in heat. She was close to cumming. She could still hear her husband and she frantically tried to attach all the relevant docs to the email and end this godforsaken call.

But her stupid husband would not let up. There was more to attach. More to send. And more time for Jessie to sexually abuse his wife. Jessie then decided to take it a step further. She was clearly in no position to resist. He stopped spanking her, satisfied that her bottom was a nice shade of red -- not the deep red he normally liked but it was a nice shade nevertheless. He then took his big black hands and slowly rubbed them up against her back and, when he reached the bottom of her breasts, which were hanging heavily down, he moved to cup them in his big black hands and started to maul them.

"Oh God, p-please stop..." Victoria muttered. James did manage to hear that and, stupidly, thought she was talking to him, asking him to stop attaching docs to his email. "Look, I am sorry, I almost finished. I just need another couple of files..." Victoria desperately tried to ignore the hands that were molesting her big married white tits. Tits that, until today, were the preserve of her husband. They now belonged to this black man who was happily taking what he wanted and who did not need to ask her permission. She was gradually becoming a black man's toy, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Jessie had now removed the bikini cups from her tits and was molesting them freely. He began to roughly tweak her nipples and pressed his still covered black cock up against her pussy and began to grind away. He could, through his overalls, feel how wet the bitch had become and the groans, from this virtual fucking, was indication, if any was needed, of how horny she had become.

A few more seconds of this assault caused the inevitable reaction in poor Victoria's young body. She had never been spanked before, or dominated in such a way, and as a result it opened up the Pandora's box of forbidden lust that she had, for most of her young life, desperately tried to keep hidden.

However the clever manipulations of this old black man had, in just a few minutes, caused all this pent up sexual tension to be released with devastating consequences for her and, eventually, her husband.

She had completely stopped listening to the ramblings of her husband. She had instead closed her eyes, opened up her lovely mouth, and was just focussing on the clever manipulations of Jessie who was still roughly mauling her tits and grinding his mighty cock up against her pussy. Oh how she wished that his cock was actually in her pussy and he was fucking her like the bitch she wanted to be. And as she imagined being on all fours with Jessie pounding away at her, the inevitable started to happen. She started to experience the strongest orgasm of her young life. And as she did, her panting became louder and louder, and then, oblivious to who she was talking to down the phone, she screamed, "Oh, I am cumming, I am cumming..." Fortunately for Victoria, as she was screaming out her orgasmic delights, James was shouting down more instructions and did not quite get what she was saying. All he managed to get was the last word, "cumming".

This naturally caused him to stop. "What did you just say? Who's coming?" This caused Victoria to immediately come back to her senses. Earth shattering orgasm or not, she needed to save herself and she gave the only answer she could. "Oh, the gardeners were just asking whether I could come to the garden, they want to ask me a question." She desperately hoped that her poor husband would be convinced by this. Fortunately for her, James was too involved in his work and could not possibly imagine that his wife was playing around, so why else would she chant out the word "coming"? He needed the email sent and that was all he was focussed on.

For Victoria, having just cum, she too could now focus on getting rid of her husband. Jessie had stopped abusing her and was just standing behind her. His work was done. It was clear that she was ready and available.

It did not take long now for the call to end. The email was sent and now Victoria was available for Jessie. But Victoria wanted out. She needed some time away to think things through. Everything had happened so quickly that she could not take it all in. Did she want to become a whore for black cock and allow these men to fuck her? Or did she want to try and remain faithful to her husband and deny her pussy the satisfaction it so obviously craved and needed. She needed to escape and to think with a clear head and that was impossible when she was in the presence of black men and their all powerful dicks.

She rose from her leaning position and turned around to face her tormentor. As she did, she was standing just a few inches away from him. She noticed that her body looked tiny in comparison to the towering black monster. Things were not helped by the fact that although he was fully dressed, she was effectively naked. Her tits were still hanging out of her bikini top and the bottoms, well she might as well have not bothered.

Jessie looked down at her and licked his fat ugly lips. He wanted to posses her and he wanted to posses her now. But at this stage, he still did not want to force the issue. He had achieved more today then he could have possibly hoped for. It was clear that it was only a matter of time before he would fuck the bitch.

Victoria however had no intention of being fucked by the black monster, for today at least. The orgasm had given her some temporary relief and she was, for now, thinking clearly. Escape was the only course of action she could think of. So she deftly sidestepped away from her attacker and ran, as quickly a she could, away from Jessie and to the safety of her bedroom...

Jessie merely looked on, in amusement. She was his and there would be no escape for the poor girl.

Wednesday

It was 9am and Victoria was getting herself dressed. Her mind was still in turmoil over the events of yesterday. She had still not resolved what to do. She had made love to her husband the previous night, hoping that would help convince her that she did not need black cock. Of course that strategy had failed miserably. Her husband's pathetic attempts to satisfy her had failed. Indeed to gain the satisfaction she craved, she had to wait for her husband to fall asleep and while he was snoring loudly, she had crept downstairs with her big black dildo and porno film, and masturbated herself to many a glorious orgasm. Watching those black cocks fuck and abuse that poor teenager had made her wonder what it would be like to be on the receiving end of such a fucking. In particular, what would it be like to be on the receiving end of a fucking by Amos and Jessie...

Fifteen minutes later she was looking at herself in the mirror. What she was the confident proud wife of James. A woman who would maintain the social segregation which had existed for centuries and a woman who would not be intimidated by men who, only a few decades ago, were being lynched by her grandfather. But she also saw a horny slut for Victoria had elected to confront the gardeners dressed in what could only be described as a revealing outfit. She was wearing a tiny pleated red and black check mini skirt. It barely covered her arse. Up top she wore the tightest white shirt that she possessed -- in all probability it was a size too small. She had not bothered to wear a bra, for some reason she thought that her tits were better off without one (or did she think that black men would prefer it if they out of a bra?). Naturally she had chosen to wear a g-string rather than the normal high cut French panties that were her usual preference. She felt more comfortable in a g-tring-- a piece of string up the valley of her buttocks was how all women should dress (or should dress for their black Masters?). To complete the outfit she wore four inch black heels. Victoria wondered why she had chosen to dress this way. Surely she should wear something more conservative? But this was the way she wanted to dress, since she had stared to watch all this black p0rm and had been in contact with these black gardeners, she felt an urge to dress like a slut. And why should she change now when she was happy with the way she looked and felt, notwithstanding the fact that she intended to confront these black men and fire their sorry asses?

And at that moment she heard Jessie and Amos arrive. They had a key to the house and had let themselves in. She froze with fear. These men wanted to fuck her. They were in the house with her alone. She knew if they wanted to take her, to rape her, there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening. She was at their mercy. And her pussy, as it did yesterday, predictably responded in the only way it could. It stared to get nicely warm and moist.

Despite this, she was determined to go downstairs to confront her enemies. She was determined that she would respond in a way that would lead to victory for her and her marriage. In a few moments, these men would be packing their bags and be out of her house and out of her life. She could easily explain the sackings to James. If he complained, she would fuck him to keep him happy. So, with a determination that she felt was lacking yesterday, she made her way downstairs.

When she got downstairs, she noticed that the men had already gone outside into the garden. When she got outside, Amos and Jessie had, unbelievably, sat themselves at Victoria's pretty white round garden table, drinking coffee and happily chatting away, oblivious to Victoria's sudden arrival. How dare they! She thought. These men were the hired help, they could not just sit themselves down on her expensive garden furniture and while away the time drinking her expensive Jamaican coffee. Somewhat angered by this obvious disregard to how things were supposed to be, Victoria strode purposefully towards the men. As she did, both men stopped talking and looked towards her. Her four inch heels made quite a noise on the newly laid paving stones and they looked over to see what was going on. The sight presented to them made both men's dicks stir in their pants. The flared pleated mini skirt was flapping up and down with each step and the men could see virtually all of her luscious, slim white legs. Her tits, although snugly encased in her white cotton shirt, could not help but deliciously jiggle up and down with each step. And since her shirt was made out of very thin cotton, it was blatantly apparent to the watching men that she was not wearing a bra. Indeed, they could clearly make out the outlines of her married white breasts and nipples.

No bitch would dress like that unless she wanted to be fucked, the men correctly surmised.

As Victoria approached them, she felt assured and confident in herself. She was convinced that she could carry out her threat and sack these men. She was the boss. They the hired help. She the wife of a multi millionaire businessman. They the manual help who should be lucky to even talk to her, let alone touch her! In no time they would be out and she would be heading towards Fifth Avenue for a spot of retail therapy.

However, all that confidence and assuredness evaporated the moment she approached the men for, as she arrived, she immediately noticed that on the table they were sitting around stood, upright in all its glory, her big black dildo! How did they manage to get hold of that, she thought? Then it hit her, last night when she was downstairs watching her p0ron movie and fucking herself with it, she must have forgotten to take it back with her. She must have left it on the couch and the men must have noticed it when they arrived. By leaving it out they were playing with her, trying to intimidate and humiliate her. Would she be the one to blink first and submit to these evil men's whims? Or would she be the one who stood up and dismissed these men out of her house?

Victoria desperately tried for the latter. She walked over to where Amos was sitting, and looking down at him started to try and sack the men. "Err, I think we need to t-talk..." She muttered out in a nervous, sweet tone. "I-I am not sure this is working out..."

Amos looked up at her and smiled. He was not remotely concerned. "What, do you mean, not working out? I think Jessie and I are doing a great job. On the garden. And on you, don't you think?"

"Err, I don't, don't know what you mean? I am sorry, but I think you will both have to leave, I am married, and I can't allow this to happen."

Both men said nothing, they just spent their time lingering over her luscious white body. They just eyed her up and down, savouring the way she had dressed for them, the way she was so obviously flirting with them, desperate for the men to posses her body, despite her feigned reluctance.

The silence was making Victoria feel very uncomfortable. It was not supposed to go like this. They should have accepted what she said, rather than just stay sitting in her chairs eyeing her up. And the way they were looking at her was making her pussy and tits tingle with delight. She could feel her g-string become damp with desire and her nipples starting to thrust out against her thin white shirt. They would be clearly visible to these men and that made her feel even more horny.

How she wished she had worn her bra. How she wished she had stayed hidden in her bedroom. But most of all, how she wished her body would not betray her like this. Her carefully laid out plans of saving her marriage were disintegrating before her eyes. She knew now that there was nothing she could do to stop these men from taking what they wanted and from becoming a whore for black cock. She was truly fulfilling her destiny...

But before she could, the phone went which caused everyone to come out of their respective perverse world. The phone happened to be on the garden table and, instinctively, Victoria leant over and picked it up to answer. Anything to take her away from the dreadful situation she had placed herself in, she thought.

"Hello."

"Darling, hi, it is me."

It was her husband. She now potentially had an excuse to excuse herself from this debacle and scamper to the safety of her locked bedroom. She could even now ask her husband to do the firing, even if he found out from these thugs about yesterday, she could always deny it. There was still time to save her marriage.

But her legs would not move. It was not just because she was frozen with fear, she knew that, as with Jessie and the molesting she had submitted to yesterday, her pussy was taking over. She was moving over to the dark side, the side where black men would rule her life. And her body was responding in a way that the sensible side of her brain was telling her not to. Her pussy was telling her to remain standing where she was, so that these men could continue to admire her body, to stare at her barely covered tits and pussy. She knew that in reality she had dressed with the sole objective of pleasuring these old lecherous black men. There could be no reason why she would have chosen such an outfit. She never dressed like that for her husband. Despite trying to convince herself that she had dressed in such a revealing outfit in order to display her confidence and to show that she was not intimidated by black men, nothing could in fact be further from the truth. She had dressed in order to please these men and she knew it. She had dressed on order for these men to enjoy her body and these were men that were old enough to be her grandfather but who, nevertheless, could fuck her like she had never been fucked before.

As such, she remained standing when her brain was telling her to run. She remained standing at the pleasure of her new black Masters...

"Oh, hi darling, how's it going?" Victoria mumbled, her brain all mushy at what was happening, barely able to form a coherent thought as she slipped, effortlessly, to the dark side.

"Oh you know, same shit different day. Just thought I would give you a quick call to thank you for last night. God, you were amazing! I have never made love like that before..." Last night they had fucked like they had never fucked before. Victoria, so horny after what had happened with Jessie, had fucked her husband silly all the while imagining that her husband was Jessie and that the cock inside her was not six inches but something a lot, lot bigger. "Yes, yes it was good." She lied. The sex had been poor. The dildo and the black porn had been good.

"Good? It was fucking amazing, I can't wait for tonight..."

At that moment, Amos, who was sitting right next to the standing Victoria, placed his big black hand on one of her legs and, very slowly, started to move it upwards. He figured correctly that Victoria was not in a position to protest and nor would she move away. That moment had passed. She was staying because she wanted this to happen. She stayed because she wanted to be abused by black men. Victory was theirs and they would take her while she was talking to the man who thought that he owned her. He did, but not anymore.

"Oh God!" Victoria screamed at this sudden invasion of her person. It had begun. She knew it would but had hoped it could have started after the call had ended. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, I was about to say "Oh God yes, I am really looking forward to tonight. God, yes it will be sooo good." Victoria had closed her eyes and was panting with desire. Just the feel of this old black man's hand on her innocent white flesh had rekindled all those forbidden, perverse feelings that she felt yesterday when Jessie had assaulted her. Amos had now moved his hand up to the top of her thighs and was feeling her firm white flesh. She had wonderfully toned legs and Amos savoured how young and smooth her flesh felt.

"Yes, yes it will. Where are you now?"

"Oh, I am in my bedroom..." Amos had now reached the top of her legs and had moved his hand around so that he could move it on to her arse. In no time his hand had confidently moved under her tiny flared skirt and he started to molest her naked young bottom.

"Are you alone? Where are the gardeners?"

"I am alone. The gardeners are outside working."

"Are you alright, you are panting again, you sound so turned on. Are you being a naughty girl and watching that dirty film?"

Victoria figured that this was a useful way out from her predicament. "Yes, yes, I am sorry, I am watching our porno film. I felt so horny after the way you fucked me last night, I am sorry, I need some release..."

"You naughty little tart, tell me what you are doing?"

Victoria started to pant out loud and she could barely speak while Amos felt up her married white bottom. It was a blatant act of sexual aggression and Victoria knew that her only response would, and should, be one of absolute submission. This man was taking what he wanted in total disregard to the fact that she was married and on the phone to her husband. She thought that such a man deserved total respect, a white boy could not be so confident. She figured that only a black man could steal another man's wife in such a brazen and arrogant fashion. She almost came as a result.

Amos was clearly only interested in taking his own pleasure, regardless of the difficulty this placed her in. And when he heard the conversation, this only emboldened him to be more brazen. So, looking at her he whispered, "Bitch, reach back and lift your skirt up for me." Victoria, looking at him in horror, was obviously terrified that her husband could hear, but instinctively she obeyed. If he could hear, then she would have to pay the consequences. Serving her black Masters now came first... So, with her free hand she reached back and lifted up her skirt. It did not take too much effort as it was so small and, in no time, she was voluntarily displaying her married white bottom to a man who was not her husband.

Amos smiled in delight. Although he had already seen most of her arse yesterday, he was still delighted to get another look at those perfectly formed orbs of white flesh. He gently stroked each cheek, savouring their firmness. Rarely does a man get to see, or feel, such flawless beauty, Amos thought. And, rarely does a man get to punish such beauty. So, with a cruelness that he so obviously possessed, Amos began to spank Victoria's arse.

"Oooh" was all that Victoria could mutter.

"What's going on?" James enquired. "I can hear what sounds like spanking? Have you got to the bit where they spank the schoolgirl's bottom?"

Victoria suddenly realised that her husband had, inadvertently, offered her a way out of her predicament. When Amos had started spanking her bottom, she feared that the game could be up. Having lied and told James that she was in her bedroom, she could not have used the excuse of yesterday of a black man's hand on her innocent white flesh actually being the sound of work being done in the garden. "Yes, yes, I am watching the bit where they spank her bottom. Oh yes, they are spanking it real hard. Ooh, that must hurt. Ooh, just look at the way they punish that naughty little bitch. Ooh James, they are spanking her, they are spanking her..."

"God, you sound so horny. We must get some more porn in. Do you like to watch girl's having their bottoms spanked? Would you like to have your bottom spanked, my naughty little wife?"

"Oh yes, I would love to have my bottom spanked, I would love to have it spanked hard..."

Amos and Jessie could not believe what they were hearing. Victoria and James were having phone sex in front of them where Victoria was relaying to her poor husband what they were doing to her. This was a happy development in their desire to get as much perverse satisfaction as possible out of this innocent white wife. Not only was she acquiescing to their every dirty whim, she was prepared to relay this, in a roundabout way, to her poor stupid husband. It was also quite likely that being a whore in front of her husband was part of the turn on for the bitch and they were more than happy to oblige.

It was an unbelievable turn of events where the supposedly prim and proper conservative white wife, who had come down with the purpose of firing these black men was, in a matter of minutes, once more allowing herself to be abused by them. And this time there could be no doubt to anyone that she was setting herself down a path of destruction, one where she would destroy her marriage and any semblance of sexual dignity that she had left. She was about to become a whore for black cock. A toy for these men and one to be abused at will.

In her utter and complete submission to this sad fact, she ever so slightly thrust her bottom out to better meet the spanks that were reining down on her defenceless cheeks. For her it spoke of her acceptance of the spanking and for whatever was about to happen. The men took it as such.

"Oooh, yes, spank it harder, spank that bitch's bottom harder. Ooh, she needs it, she needs it bad..." Victoria was clearly revelling in her role as a submissive bitch and, rather then talking to her husband, she was of course really pleading with her Masters to spank her harder, which they duly did. "Ooh James, her bottom is being spanked hard, her bottom is being spanked by two big black men. Ooh, James she is defenceless, she is defenceless, she loves it, she loves it..."

"Oh, God, Victoria, you are so naughty, I have never heard you speak like this before. Tell me, what are you doing?"

Victoria did not want to answer this question, she just wanted to revel in her bottom being spanked and enjoy the feel of this old black hand on her young white flesh. But the game had to be played. "I am lying on my bed, my legs are spread..."

On hearing this, Amos thought that this was a useful opportunity to change tact. He stopped spanking her bottom and instead thrust his hands between the valley of her buttocks and started to molest her young pussy. Naturally it was soaking wet. In no time he had easily thrust three of his fingers up hr tight wet cvnt.

"Oooh, God yes, that feels good. Oh that feels so gooood..."

"What feels good, what feels good, Victoria?"

"Oh, I have thrust three fingers up my pussy, oooh, now I have managed to get four fingers up my tight pussy." Amos had inserted in another finger. He knew the bitch could take this, and a whole lot more. "I am fucking myself James, I am fucking myself with my hand as I watch these two black men fuck this poor innocent white schoolgirl. Oh James, my pussy is so wet. Do we want me to insert another finger, James, do you want me to fuck me with all of my hand?"

"Oh yes, my dear, put all five fingers in your pussy and fuck yourself!" James cried out, as he inadvertently gave the order for a black man to fuck her with all of his hand. James had whipped out his penis and had started to furiously wank himself off. The thought of his wife getting turned on by that filthy black porno movie had caused him to experience an almighty six inch erection.

Victoria, looking down at Amos, with her lust filled submissive eyes, mouth open panting with desire, screamed out "Yes, yes, I am going to put another finger in my hot wet cunt." It was of course in fact a request for Amos to do so who, on hearing his bitch's request, shoved all five fingers up her soaking wet hole. "Oooh, God, James, I have five fingers in my pussy. Ooh James, it hurts. It hurts. Can I take them out, please let me take them out..." Victoria was of course pleading with Amos, rather than James, however both, for differing reasons, gave her a negative response. Amos merely shook his head whilst James, who thought he was forcing his wife to fuck herself, and was deriving great pleasure from the fact, did not want his fantasy to end. "No, no you mustn't. Fuck yourself. Fuck yourself hard, you naughty girl!" Victoria looked down at her black Master and screamed out "Ok, Master, I will fuck myself hard. Yes that's it, I am fucking myself hard, ooh, it hurts but I am doing it, do it, do it..." Amos started to thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt. Victoria meanwhile had started to thrust her bottom down on the big black hand that had cruelly invaded, and taken control, of her married white pussy. "Oh James, I am fucking myself hard. It is so good, it is sooo good..."

As Victoria incoherently blabbered out how much she loved fucking herself, James could not believe how much of a turned on little tart his wife had become and how much his marriage had changed. Only just a few days ago, they, America's archetypal white upper middle class Republican voting married couple, would never have dreamt of having phone sex. But now, in response to seeing on film a couple of huge black niggers fuck a poor schoolgirl, they were turning into nymphomaniacs. . Black dick was indeed powerful, he mused. Little did he know how powerful it actually was.

Victoria looked down at her real Master, Amos. Any idea that James had of being her dominant were merely his illusions of grandeur. Her white husband could not possibly have the wherewithal to Master her like she needed to be. Only a black Master could and she was now communicating with him alone. Her husband may have been on the line listening in, deluding himself into thinking that it was he to whom all the cries and pleas were being directed to, but for all intents and purposes, Victoria was alone with her black conquers. Men she knew would dominant her like the whore she so desperately wanted, and needed, to become. As such, looking submissively down at Amos, she cried out in delight, "Oh yes, Master I am enjoying it, I am enjoying fucking myself. But it hurts Master, it hurts having so many fingers up my pussy. Master, be gentle with me, be gentle..."

"No, you must fuck yourself hard. Ram those fingers up your pussy, my delightful randy little wife!"

"Yes, Master, I am fucking myself hard. Oh God, yes." Amos responded by aggressively thrusting all of his five fingers in and out of her pussy and it was so wet that the squelching noises were audible to James on the phone.

"God, you are such a naughty tart. Do you like watching those black man fuck that poor schoolgirl? Be honest with me, you naughty little tart, you like it, you fantasise about it yourself, don't you?" James closed his eyes and imagined watching his wife being fucked by two big black man, just as the schoolgirl was had been fucked on film. He did not really care for the response since he already knew what the answer was when he asked the question.

"Oh yes, James, I wish I was the schoolgirl in the video being raped by those two big black cocks. Ooh James, to be honest, it has always been my fantasy to be a schoolgirl and dominated by two old black men..." For the first time that day she spoke the truth and, as she did, she looked down at Amos, the old black man, who was actually dominating her.

Amos smiled at the naughty bitch. Her transformation from faithful loving wife to obedient slut was proceeding better than he had expected. Talking to him via her husband had told him how filthy this white bitch was (in his experience, all white women were fundamentally filthy whores who craved nothing more than a good fucking at the hands of a black man. Some of them would not admit it or carry out their fantasies, but the lucky few who did, never looked back).

Amos decided he wanted to change things slightly so, to Victoria's regret, he took his hand out of her pussy. "Oh!" Victoria exclaimed, in obvious disappointment. "What's happened?" James asked. All he could hear was panting down the phone. For a moment he wondered why he could not hear the film, sounds of schoolgirl cries as she was being gangbanged should have been ringing out. But then he realised that his wife would have put the film on mute in order for the gardeners not to hear what was going on. She was such a considerate wife, he thought. God he loved her so much.

His supposed loving wife was, at that very moment, not thinking about how much she loved her husband, she was thinking about how much she loved being abused by old black men and why Amos had stopped? The answer was quick in coming. Amos picked up her black dildo off the garden table, looking at it, smiled. There could be no doubt what was coming next, Victoria thought. Amos was going to fuck her with her dildo.

"What's happening? What are you doing?" James once more asked, desperate for news on what his horny wife was up to. "I am going to get fucked by my big black dildo. I am going to get my dildo and fuck myself with it."

"Oh, that is so naughty. What are you doing now? Tell me, quickly"

"I am getting myself into the correct position." Victoria had correctly deduced that standing next to Amos was not the most desirable position for him. If she moved in front of him, not only would he get a better view of her gorgeous young bottom, he could better shove that mighty dildo up her pussy. So, without any prompting from her Master, Victoria walked over from where she was standing and stood in front of Amos. She looked down at him, making sure he approved of her actions, conscience that she had not been ordered to do anything and she was taking the initiative. Even at this early stage of her life a whore for these men, she knew that she was there to do whatever they bid, discretion on her part was not the better path.

Amos looked up at her, he was expressionless. The bitch would learn in due course, but he was happy that she was making herself more available for him. Realising what she was trying to, he merely nodded his head in approval.

"What position are you getting yourself in? Talk to me!"

Victoria had turned around so she presented her bottom to Amos. She had then instinctively, without any prompting from her Masters, moved her legs apart so they were in a V position and leant forward, ever so slightly as she was wearing four inch heels and did not want to lose balance, and thrust her bottom towards her Master. This naturally caused her small pleated skirt to move further up legs, revealing almost all of her married white bottom. She correctly felt that this is what her Masters would want her to do. She was learning well.

She was now looking straight at Jessie, who was just smiling and stroking his cock which, although still covered in his overalls, looked huge. She had still not seen it, despite feeling its power yesterday, but judging by the impressive bulge in his pant, it was clearly beyond anything she had seen or experienced before. She licked her lips and panted with fear. These men were going, at some point, to hurt her, of that, there could be no doubt.

Not wanting to exclude her husband from the debauched proceedings, Victoria spoke once more: "First, I am going to spread my legs."

Amos then placed his hand on her bottom and started to feel it, it was so smooth and perfect. He slowly moved his hand up towards her the band of her g-string and started to drag it down her bottom and her legs. He wanted her pussy fully exposed. "Oh, and now I am removing my g-string, I want to expose my pussy. Ooh, it feels so wet, I am so turned on by these black men, their big black cocks and what they can do with them. How they can make that bitch scream..."

Amos had taken her g-string but had not removed it completely, because of her spread legs, it could only be taken down to the top of her thighs and there it remained, a fitting symbol of her defeat and these men's victory.

James, several miles away from his wife, alone in his office, closed his eyes and submerged himself into the most forbidden of fantasies -- that of his wife being fucked by some big black cock. In his dark fantasy, they would be on their wedding might and, as they entered their honeymoon sweet, they would be attacked by a couple of the black waiters who had served the, on their wedding table. They would have eyed his bride up during the night of the wedding and had decided to rape her. They would overpower him, tie him up in the bedroom and she would be raped right in front of him.

She would be stripped down to the pretty lingerie she had chosen for their special night, an outfit that was supposed to be for his eyes only. It would consist of white stockings, suspenders which were attached to a tight white teddy. Her big tits were too big for the teddy and they would have spilt out. They would have made her keep on her white veil as they fucked her, to emphasise that she was a bride being raped on her wedding night.

At first, of course, she would resist, but in not time, their massive 12 inch cocks would have taught her all about the power of black dick and she would be screaming out in pleasure, pleading for her attackers to fuck her harder. In one particular moment of the fantasy that James liked, she would be on all fours, staring right in front of her husband, and one of the rapists would be behind her fucking her. Her tits would be hanging down heavily, swinging to each thrust of her attacker. And as she was being raped, she would shout out to her husband over and over again, "So big! So hard! Fuck me! Fuck me hard..."

James was combining this fantasy with what was going on back home and he wanted to find out what his wife was doing as she too fantasised about being fucked by a couple of niggers. "Now what are you doing with the dildo, have you started fucking yourself with is?" he urgently enquired?

Victoria looked around to see what Amos was doing. He had picked the dildo up and was moving it towards her pussy. "I am about to put into my pussy but James, I am imagining that a black man is with me and he is going to put the dildo up my wet white married pussy. Oh James, I imagine that he is going to fuck me with it for being a naughty wife. Oh James, do you want your naughty wife to be fucked with this dildo. Do you want your wife to let this black man fuck me with our dildo? Tell me James, tell me..."

James was so immersed in the phone sex and the fact that his wife was acting out her fantasy which chimed so nicely with his, he could not do anything but play along, not suspecting for a second that she was relaying to him actual events.

"Yes, I want you to allow this black man to fuck you with our dildo".

"Ooh James, he is, he is putting the dildo into my pussy and it feels so big, ooh, be gentle" Victoria screamed, as she looked down at Amos who had roughly inserted half of the dildo up her tight wet cunt. Amos delighted that this slut of a wife had somehow managed to contrive a situation whereby she could explain to her unsuspecting husband exactly the events that were taking place, planned not to disappoint him and he started to shove as much of the 10 inch dildo into her pussy as he could. "Oh, my God, he has managed to get all of the dildo into my pussy. Oh James, he is now fucking me with it. He is fucking me hard..." Victoria thrust her bottom out to meet her thrusts and, looking straight at Jessie began to scream down the phone, "Fuck me, fuck me with that big black dildo. Oh I deserve it. I need it. Be rough with this naughty white wife!"

"Oh yes, my dear, you are so naughty. Tell me, what are you wearing as you allow these "black men" to abuse your body?"

"Oh James...harder harder... I have on the tightest slutiest outfit... oh that feels so good, so big...I am wearing that small red and black mini skirt, you know the one that I bought but never wore because it is too short. And I have on a tight white shirt and no bra." James knew exactly which skirt she was referring to, it was indeed very very short. He had persuaded her to buy it and had fucked her in it once, the day they had bought it. But after that she had, despite his numerous requests, refused to wear it, always maintaining that it was too short for her to wear in public. True, it barely covered her bottom, but God did she look great in it. As such, James doubted very much whether she was actually wearing the outfit, bearing in mind the gardeners were (supposedly) downstairs. As far as he was concerned, she could have been wearing a sackcloth, but the description of the outfit had served its purpose.

"Oh Victoria, that is naughty. You know how much I like that skirt, did you wear it because you wanted to impress those "black men" who are abusing you now?" James enquired, playing along with her fantasy, trying to throw more oil onto the considerable flames of their passion.

"Oh yes, James, I wore this outfit to please my black Masters. I wore it to seduce them, to allow them to savour my young body. I would never wear it for you, but I would wear it for them... oh harder harder..." Victoria responded truthfully. Amos and Jessie were now not sure whether her husband was actually aware of what was going on, so devilishly honest was Victoria. She was playing a risky game but they, however, could not risk anything, they were so close to their conquest and they did not want her husband to find out (yet) and possibly put an end to their wicked endeavours. Instead, Amos continues to slide the dildo in and out of her pussy, causing her to get close to her climax. He marvelled how big and black it looked up against her petite white bottom.

"Oh that is naughty. Yes, you are a naughty wife for wearing such an outfit for your "black friends". Have "they" taken your tits out of your shirt? If not, take them out, and let "them" play with them".

"No, James, my tits are still in my shirt. Do you want to me to ask one of the black men here to take them out and maul them, to slap them and to treat them roughly as they do in the film?"

"Yes! Yes, my dear. Ask them! Ask them!" James was getting close. The supposed imaginary story was getting all too much for him.

Victoria looked at Jessie, she was panting out loud as a result of his friend's actions, she was thrusting her bottom down on the dildo, anxious to get as much of it in her as possible. She now wanted him to abuse her big white tits. "Yes, I am going to ask one of the men to take out my tits" Jessie smiled, calmly got up and walked over to where Victoria was standing. "Oh God, James, he is coming over to me, he is going to take out my tits! Are you sure you want this? You are the only man who has played with them. You are going to allow another man, a black man to posses my big married white tities!" God, this phone sex was unbelievable, James thought. And she sounds so plausible, it is almost as if she does have a couple of black men with her... "Yes, yes, I want another man to posses your big white tits. I want this "black man" to maul them and to abuse them! Oh Victoria, you are so naughty..."

Jessie was now standing just inches away from his panting victim. He towered over her and looked down as she dutifully looked up, mouth open, pleading with him to take her tits out and to posses them. Then, without warning, he grabbed the folds of her tight white shirt and ripped it open, causing the buttons to scatter across the garden and her tits to deliciously wobble as they were violently set free. "Oh my God!" Victoria screamed, taken aback by the violence of his actions. She had expected him to gently unbutton her shirt and remove her breasts, but she was fast learning that, with black men, she should expect the unexpected, especially if the option was one of roughness over tenderness.

James had heard the sound of ripping and wondered what was going on. "What did you just do, my dear?"

"Oh, I just ripped my shirt open in passion, darling. I mean of course this black man ripped open my shirt. Oh James, he is taking out my tits. Oh James he is playing with them. Ooh, be gentle, don't squeeze them so hard. Oh James, he is pinching my nipples, oh he is pinching them hard. Oooh, James I have one black man playing with my tits and I have another one raping me with my dildo. Oh James, his big black hands can almost cover all of my big married white tits. He is mauling tits that were once yours and I can't do anything to stop them James! They are attacking me, James. They are attacking me. What shall I do, shall I allow them to attack me, to posses my body? A body that I swore in church I would keep only for you?" "Oh yes, you wicked tart. Yes! This is so good, you are so good at this. I could almost believe that someone was actually with you! Yes, my dear, allow your "friends" to posses your body..."

Victoria was just panting out loud, she could not respond, such was the state that these men had forced her in. She was now just stationary, she could barely move and if it wasn't for the support of Jessie by holding on to her jugs, she feared that she would have fallen over. She looked down at her mauled tits and the contrast with her delicate young white flesh and his big, black, ugly old hands could not be more striking. But it was this roughness and the fact that she was being forced into these degrading acts by such old men that was the cause of so much pleasure. Meanwhile, behind her, as Amos fucked her aggressively with her dildo, he had, with his other hand, taken to spanking her defenceless bottom. It was this, more than anything else that was the trigger for her orgasm.

"Oh James, it is too much, I am going to cum. Cum with me as these black men abuse your darling wife..."

On hearing this, James could do nothing else other than follow his wife's instructions and cum all over his expensive Armani pants. "Oh, yes, my gorgeous wife, I am cumming, I am cumming!" He screamed, in triumph at his wife's supposed fantasy being played out on the phone. If only he knew the truth...

A minute or so passed as both parties recovered from their intense orgasms. James's penis had remained hard. This did not happen too often, he thought. Clearly perverted phone sex with his wife being abused by imaginary black men was the way forward. Indeed, he had time for another orgasm, if his wife was willing to oblige him.

"My darling that was amazing. That was fucking amazing. Do you know for a second or two, I actually believed that there were a couple of niggers with you, you were so God damn believable!"

"Don't be silly, my darling. You know my body is only for you." She lied, as Amos removed the dildo from her pussy. Amos then got up and moved over to where Jessie was standing. She now had two big black men towering over her and she knew that this time, unlike yesterday, there would be no escape. These men would want her to pleasure them and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it from happening. Her journey down the path to becoming a whore for black cock would start properly now. All previous events had been mere foreplay to whatever was to transpire now. She was meant to serve these men, to give them pleasure, it was not supposed to be the other way around. The fact that she may derive pleasure from her abuse and domination was all secondary to the pleasure that she was being forced to give these black men.

Of course her husband did not know any of this and instead babbled on about how wonderful things were. "Yes, yes, of course I know you would always be faithful to me. I trust you implicitly. It was just so wonderful..." And on and on he went. And this time Victoria was not listening to a word he said, so terrified was she about what was going to happen to her next.

Amos, who could overhear James's incessant babbling, decided to take things into his own hands. He grabbed the phone from Victoria, who initially thought, with horror, that he was going to speak to her husband, but instead he put the phone on to mute. He then barked what would the first of many orders to the innocent white wife. "Strip bitch, but leave the heels on." He then put the phone down on the table and put it on speaker. "And deal with your wimp of a husband. If you can't get rid of him, sort him out but regardless, you will pleasure us now, bitch."

James was still babbling away as his wife followed her new Master's orders and, without hesitation or protest, she very slowly removed her skirt and g-string, allowing them to fall on the floor by her feat. With as much dignity as she could muster, she picked them up and placed them on the nearby chair. All was left was her shirt, which was still open after being ripped apart by Jessie. With little difficulty that too was removed and placed on the chair.

 Now, I want you to come over here and rub our black cocks until we cum. You will then allow us to cum all over you. We will of course avail ourselves of other parts of your body, but that will have to wait. For now, bitch, come over here, rub our cocks and talk to that poor fool of a husband of yours."

 "James, they have ordered to me to play with their big black cocks. They want me to rub them until they cum. They have told me that they are going to cum all over me. I know you have wanted to do that to me, to cum over my face, and I have never let you because it is disgusting. But I am going to let these black men do it because they are forcing me James. Oh James, they are forcing me to be a whore for black cock. Save me, James, save me..."

Not wanting to disappoint him, they unzipped their pants and took out their massive black cocks. Jessie's was 13 inches in length and at least 2 ½ inches in girth. Amos's was slightly smaller at 12 inches. Both were as black as coal and the scariest things that poor Victoria had ever seen. They took her hands from behind her head and placed then on their dicks. She was now standing between these two huge black men, naked but for her heels, which raised her body to perfection, holding on to two of the biggest dicks she was ever likely to see. Then men continued to play with her tits, harshly flicking her nipples and aggressively mauling them. "What's going on?" James was keen for his wife to continue with her story. She had not spoken now for 30 seconds. Victoria was of course speechless. As the men had unzipped themselves, she looked down in fear. That fear was only compounded when they wrenched out their horse like cocks from their overalls. She thought she was dreaming when she saw them. Sure she had seen similar cocks in her porno film. But it was one thing seeing them on screen, another thing entirely seeing them in the flesh, especially when she was expected to serve them.

And it was only when she was forced to hold on to them did she start to truly understand the power of black dick and how it was going to change her life. The first thing that became apparent was that she could not fully get her hand around them, so big were they. The second thing that dawned on her was that some day, not today clearly, but soon enough, those cocks would, whether she liked it or not, be invading her mouth, pussy and, most likely, her arse. And that thought made her shiver with fear and delight

Sadly thoughts also returned to her pathetic husband, a man who, from a sexual perspective was rapidly diminishing in importance. A man who was wanking himself off to his wife's supposed "fantasy". A man who, with his penchant for p0rm and desire for his wife to dress more like a slut, had thrown her into the hands of the black man. And they were both about to discover that once you go black, you never go back.

"James, they are making me rub their cocks. They are making me rub their big black cocks. Oh my God they are so big, so powerful. I have never seen anything like it before.

"James, they are now forcing me down on to my knees, they want me to rub their cocks. They want me to rub their big black cocks. Oh James, I am on my knees now and I am rubbing their cocks. They are so big James. They are so big. Much bigger than your cock, James. I don't think I could ever handle such a cock in my pussy, James, what if they force me, what of they rape me..."

"Oh Victoria, rub their cocks. Do what they tell you to do. If they rape you, submit, you naughty girl..."

I have always wanted you to be a slut. A whore. And yes, I am rubbing my cock whilst you are rubbing those black cocks. Oh Victoria I am close..." It was actually a good thing that James was close, had he not been he may have noticed the unmistakeable sound of two black cocks being rubbed. So much pre-cum had been released by both man on to their dicks that the sound of a cock being rubbed off was clearly audible down the phone.

Victoria looked up at her Master and noticed that both men had a look of cruel determination and, like her husband, they were close. It was not just Victoria's sweet ministrations on their big ugly cocks that was the cause of their impending climax. The sound of her husband and the fact that his wife was being forced to humiliate him was also a cause of much of their evil pleasure. "Oh James, they are close, my Masters are close to cumming all over your innocent wife's white body. Oh James, they are close to releasing their black spunk all over the body that once belonged to you. James, are you close, cum with them James, cum with them as these men defecate your wife's body..."

"Yes, yes I am going to cum.

 Their dicks seem to be getting harder, and their balls look so big, I imaging they will shower me with spunk." It was all true. Their dicks seemed to Victoria to grown in strength and in size. They felt like rods of black steel in her delicate white hands. Both men were now panting out load. Victoria, conscience of not allowing her husband to hear these sounds (could be difficult to explain)!

she rubbed their cocks even more furiously. This had the desired affect. They both simultaneously rocked their hands back and opened their mouths. Normally they would scream out loud but instead they made muffled noises of delight. And, in any event, these sounds were drowned out by Victoria yelling down the phone "They are cumming. James, they are cumming. Cum, my darling husband, cum as my black Masters, cum on my body. Oh God, they are cumming. So much spunk..."

And boy did her Masters cum. They had directed their cocks at her face and they sprayed it with copious amounts of thick white creamy spunk, amounts which only a black man could produce. In the space of a few seconds, Victoria's once innocent white face was covered all over with the spunk of two black men. She naturally screamed out in horror at this abuse. "Oh God, my face is covered in spunk. Oh James, they have cum all over me and they have so much spunk. Oh James, I am covered with another man's spunk. There's so much. Some of it is on my tits..." "Oh darling that is good, that is so good, I am cumming also, I am cumming, aggghhhh..." and James came as his wife's body was being covered by another man's spunk.

"Darling that was a great story! You are so good at that, we should have phone sex more often. You and your imaginary "black Masters" are always invited. Look we will talk this evening, I have to go now and clean myself up. I have a meeting in five. Chao, darling." And with that he hung up, he had not even waited for her to speak.

Victoria had just stayed kneeling on the floor, face and tits covered with spunk. She was finally alone with them and their impossibly big black dicks. Dicks which, although she still held in her hand, were rapidly deflating. It was Amos who broke the silence. "Well, that was not bad, for starters. But we would normally expect so much more from our whores than a mere hand job. In normal circumstances we would ask you suck us off, but our delivery will be here any minute and we need to make some progress if we are to get any money out of your pathetic husband. Tomorrow we will use your mouth, but for now you should go and clean yourself up, you look filthy." And with that dismissive tone, Amos indicated that she should go.a drenched looking Victoria rose from her kneeling position she looked an utter mess. A once proud, confident white wife, married to a multi millionaire had been reduced to a black cock whore.