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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
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Black Boss - 2 The Conquest Continue (Mdom-F, intr, work)
by Arc Light
***
Mrs. Karen Saunders was totally on edge the next several days after oral
satisfying her husband's dominant black boss. The beauty had only on the
rarest occasions satisfied her own husband with her oral charms. Her husband,
David, was having a hard time at the run down manufacturing plant. His black
boss had passed out the word that his black foreman was to give David all the
dirtiest and most unpleasant jobs and the foreman carried out the instruction
to a tee. The more exhausted and stressed out that David was had a direct
impact on his ability (and desire) to make love to his stunning beautiful wife.
It was nearly a week before the Black Boss made his phone call. Michael
knew that the longer he delayed the phone call the more that the precious and
desirable Mrs. Karen Saunders would be on edge. Michael enjoyed the conquest as
much as he enjoyed the depraved sexual pleasures that were at the end of the
conquest train.
When the phone rang, with its distinctive high pitched screech, Karen
looked apprehensively at the solid black device. Putting her delicate fingers
around the headset, lifting it, she softly answered, "Hello."
Michael let her wait several long moments before he spoke his first
words. By the time that he uttered the trembling wife his first order, Karen
Saunders was completely distraught. "Mrs. Saunders ?"
Karen, her hands shaking, and her lips quivering, finally answered the
deep black voice on the other end of the phone line, "Yes, Mr. Washington."
"I told you to not allow your husband access to your body this week. Have
you obeyed me ?" came the arrogant response.
"I have not allowed David to have sex with me Mr. Washington. He wanted
to on several occasions but I told him that I had a headache," answered the
trembling housewife.
"I want you to come to my office at the plant. But first...... I want to
tell you what I expect you to wear. I would suggest that you don't disappoint
me my dear," continued the arrogant black fuck master.
The black waited a short time before continuing; allowing the trembling
housewife to absorb his instructions. "From now on I expect my little
plaything to never wear a dress or skirt that is longer than six inches about
your knee. You are not allowed to wear a bra from this point on; especially
since your little titties don't need support anyway," he mocked.
"When you come, you best bring your husband's condoms. Once you get here
if you look presentable enough I may let you put one on my black cock before I
fuck you Mrs. Saunders. And Mrs. Saunders..... don't forget to bring your
black stud fee," he smirked.
Karen, nearly in shock, carefully absorbed the humiliating orders.
After Michael Washington hung up the phone, Karen slid down the kitchen
counter and sit on the spotless kitchen floor. Her heart was pumping and there
was a light sheen of perspiration covering her entire body. The pencil sized
nipples on her small but perfect breasts were jutting against the white cotton
blouse. Her hand slowly dropped to the tight cutoffs and stroked the puffy
outer pussy lips. They were already blood engorged before her hand made the
journey and she felt her woman dew coat her pretty white panties.
After a few moments she came to her senses; looked around the small
kitchen in her mobile home and hurriedly made her way to her and her husband's
small bedroom. She rapidly pulled the white blouse off and wiggled out of the
tight cutoffs. Once they dropped to the floor, she pulled the damp white
panties off and pulled her best black lace panties from her bureau drawer. She
pulled her thin black garter and black thigh high hose from the drawer and sat
on the bed before pulling the soft garments up her long and tanned legs.
Pulling the closet doors open she selected a short dark blue skirt with
matching vest. A shirt should have been worn under the sleeveless vests but
Karen decided to forgo the blouse. As she started to leave the bedroom she
remembered one more needed item. Turning she opened the door to the night
stand and removed three of her husband's condoms. With the needed protection
in her small hands she scampered to the door of the overheated trailer.
Once she reached her ten year old dilapidated car she sped the nine miles
to the dingy rundown plant. When she turned into the fence protecting the
sixty year old plant her mind raced to one item that escaped her heretofore
distraught mind. "What if she ran into her husband. How would she explain her
slut like appearance ?"
Quickly looking around she nearly ran to the stairs leading to the
office. As she burst into the outer office she felt a surge of relief overtake
her frightened mind. As she shut the door behind her she looked directly at
Michael Washington's secretary; a tall and stunning black girl with a faint
sneer on her face.
Karen meekly stated, "I have an appointment with Mr. Washington."
"May I tell him who you are ?" asked the black girl, sizing up the
distraught young housewife.
"My name is Mrs. Karen Saunders," the young housewife timidly stated.
When his secretary told him that his latest plaything was waiting, he
arrogantly told his secretary to have her wait. He realized that there were no
chairs in the outer office and it amused him that the housewife would be that
much more distressed, when after twenty minutes, he allowed her to enter his
inner sanctum.
As Mrs. Karen Saunders meekly entered the luxurious office, she walked to
the front of his massive desk. Fidgeting, she looked at the dominant black
lover that less than a week ago she had sucked to climax.
"Well, what do you wish Mrs. Saunders," asked the large black boss.
Karen looked down bewildered at the question. In her mind she was here
because the black bastard leisurely sitting in his large chair wanted to stick
his large, thick black pole up her tender pussy. She was here because unless
she willingly submitted to his lewd demands her husband would lose his job. And
she was here because, because her pussy was secreting a torrent of sticky woman
creme in her black lace panties and her rock hard nipples were thrusting
against the abrasive hard cloth of her dark blue vest. She was here because,
because she wanted this black bastard to ram his nine inch steel hard black
cock up her dripping cunt. And finally; because her white boy husband had
never aroused her like this black asshole, who was making her beg for him to
fuck her.
"I don't know what you want me to say," the petite housewife finally
answered
Amused, Michael Washington, the black fuck master, looked into the
frightened housewife standing before him and gave her the answer. "The reason
you are here Mrs. Saunders is to get your fix of black cock. Whenever you are
asked this question again your proper response is that you are here for your
black stud service. Do you understand?"
Frightened; unsteady on her black patent high heels; and with a deep and
never ending throbbing of her blood engorged pussy lips she softly stated, "I'm
here to get my black cock fix."
"Have you brought my fee ?" questioned Michael Washington.
Humiliated further, Karen reached into her small purse and produced five
ten dollar bills. It represented nearly twenty per cent of her husband's take
home pay. As she pulled the bills out of the purse the three rubbers fell to
the floor. She stooped and picked up the lubricated condoms and stood with
them in her delicate hands.
As the black fuck master looked at his latest conquest, he mockingly
asked the trembling white housewife, "Do you want me to use your husband's
rubbers when I fuck you ?"
"Yes, please. I don't want to become pregnant......." answered the
nervous young housewife.
The black boss gracefully pulled himself up and walked around the desk,
where he looked down at the shy and misfortune young housewife. He took her
chin in his large hand and guided her lips to meet his. He let his long thick
tongue caress her red painted thin lips and finally probed the outer defenses.
After a few tries the young wife submitted and allowed his tongue to enter her
warm and wet oral cavity. His tongue forcefully explored her small mouth and
she felt her own tongue duel with the thick intruder.
As his tongue sought out it's own conquest, he maneuvered his left hand
to the blue vest covered breast. He massaged the sensitive hard orbs and
finally started unbuttoning the top buttons. The action startled the housewife
and she tried to step back. It was at this point that Karen fully comprehended
where she was; and why she was here.
The buttons continued to be manipulated apart and Karen felt the large
warm hand encompass her small firm breast. As Michael massaged the pretty
breast meat, he rubed the front of his pants against the tight stomach of the
increasingly aroused housewife.
Karen grasped as she felt the hard black cock rub against her throbbing
small hood of pleasure. The caress brings the swollen pussy lips to full
arousal and the young tender housewife wraps her arms around the broad
shoulders of her tormentor. Michael now has accomplished the debuttoning of
the vest and slips the offending garment from her delicate shoulders and allows
the vest to fall to the floor. The movement brings into full view the small
but perfect breasts.
As the dominant black looks down at the magnificent sight, he feels a
surge of blood harden his thick black cock. Just as he squeezes the tender
morsel sticking out from the perfect cylinder of flesh, he hears a knock at the
office door. A smile creeping over his face he orders, "Enter."
The utterance stuns the aroused white housewife. Astonished she looks up
into the smirking face of the black who was boldly fondling her tender breasts.
Karen steps back and attempts to cover her breasts as the door swings
open and a white co worker of her husband enters the room and is totally taken
back at the sight of the cowering white housewife attempting to cover her bare
chest. Stunned he stands with his mouth open and only then does he see the
huge bulge in Michael Washington's tight Italian slacks. As he looks into
Karen's humiliated eyes he feels a surge of manhood fill his work pants. He
then quickly turns, mumbles his apologies and scurries to the door.
The black reaches out and pulls the stunned housewife against his
muscular shoulders by her long flowing blonde hair. "You won't need your
skirt. Take it off," he sternly orders.
Confused by the last few moments Karen quickly unclasps the side hook and
lowers the zipper. As the skirt falls to the floor the Black Master is
presented with a striking portrait of the beautiful housewife's long legs
encased in shimmering black thigh high hose. He reaches down and gently
strokes the tightly muscled stomach of the beautiful girl. His slow circular
stroking continues until it reaches the top of the black lace panties. While
he is stroking the taut stomach, he looks into the closed eyes of the
sensuously swaying housewife. Her tongue licks her red covered lips and a
quiet sob escapes her lips.
"Do you want my black cock Mrs. Saunders ?" Michael asks.
In a trance, a sexual trance that she has never before experienced, the
young housewife submissively mutters, "Yes..... Yes I want your black cock."
The black boss understands that the continuing conquest of the beauty is
his sexual need. The need to totally break the fragile white wives of his
broken workers. After they fall under his total and complete sexual
domination, he will destroy the husbands' sense of self worth.
"Remove my shirt; then my pants. I want you to stroke my cock with those
delicate fingers of yours," he orders.
Karen obediently obeys her master. She carefully removes his shirt and
then pulls the expensive dress pants from his muscular thighs. He, of course
does not wear underwear and the long hard thick black cock springs from its
constricted confines as the pants are pulled down his legs.
Michael guides the sexually intoxicated housewife to the large leather
sofa opposite his desk and she slides down in the soft cushions. Unbelieving,
she stares at the nine inch steel hard cock as Michael drops to his knees. He
places his fingers in the tight waist band of the black lace panties and
slowly; agonizingly slowly drags the covering cloth from Karen's leaking woman
channel. Karen begs him to hurry but Michael merely drags the black panties
down the long, long legs. Closing her eyes she prays that he will strip the
cloth from between her legs so that he can bury his hard black cock deep into
her belly.
Michael looks into the wet and inviting chamber of love and lowers his
head and licks the outer pussy folds. The gentle scraping nearly brings Karen
to a full and complete climaxes as she raises her hips to engage the pleasure
giving tongue. "Please suck me......... Oh my God!!!!!!" she screams.
The more that Karen begs for his tongue; for his cock the more that
Michael hesitates. Time is not of importance..... Total Sexual Domination is
of importance. Michael Washington is firmly in control of the writhing
housewife begging for his cock below him.
"Does the prim and proper little wife want a little black cock?" mocks
the Black Master.
"OH God; I'm begging you. Please I can't wait............ Please have
mercy!!!!" wails the aroused housewife.
Michael wraps his hand around the black cock and knee walks the several
steps towards the out stretched legs of his latest conquest. Once the pleasure
of the tongue stops, Karen opens her eyes and is awestruck with the huge black
cock inching it's way towards her sopping pussy channel. She rapidly scoots
her ass towards the massive black weapon leveraging his body on the heels of
her feet to gain greater leverage.
As the tip of the black cock touches the tight but lubricated pussy lips
Karen nearly passes out. She can feel the intense heat of the purple tip of
the hard black cock and is startled as Michael allows the tip to insert itself
into the channel opening. Karen moans as the tip is thrust against the
ungiving opening.
The white housewife is becoming startled that maybe the huge pole will
not fit in her seldom stretched sex. The consumed girl is pushing herself
against the unmoving mass of her black lover.
"Do you want me to stop and put on one of your husband's rubbers ?" he
asks; a smug smile stretching across his face.
"NO...... You can't leave me......... Please enter me; Please OH GOD
fuck meeeeee......." Karen screams. The begging can be heard by Michael's
secretary in the outer office. It is a sound that she hears almost daily since
Michael Washington has taken over the company. A different day... A different
white wife.
Inch by agonizing inch Michael inserts his cock into the tight wet cunt.
When he reaches four inches he stops the insertion and looking into Karen's
tormented and pleasure wracked face mocks the housewife. "This is as long as
your husband's cock. It's all that I'm going to give you today....."
Karen desperately thrusts against the massive black body. She grabs at
his shoulders and wraps her long legs around the back of his thighs doing
everything she can to force more of his black cock into her love chamber.
However try as she does the black does not allow another precious inch of black
manhood to be imbedded into the now stretched womanhood.
"Clench your pussy...... I want you to suck my black cum out by
massaging my black cock with your pussy muscles. Please me and I will flood
your chamber.... Disappoint me and I'll strap your white ass with my belt."
commands the black boss.
Karen willingly complies with the order. She craves for her release. The
black monster fucking her is bringing her to a total arousal; to a total climax
that she has never experienced from her inept white husband.
"Reach down with those dainty hands of yours. Milk my cock you little
whore," continues the humiliating orders from Karen's black tormentor.
Karen desperately reaches for the hard black cock and eagerly milks the
man weapon as her pussy contracts against the hard organ. Frantically she
masturbates herself with Michael's black cock and is astounded that there is a
full five inches not yet inserted into her full and stretched woman hole.
Michael continues his mocking; "Do you want my black seed you little
tramp?"
Mrs. Karen Saunders has left reality. All she can comprehend is that her
climax is seconds away as she strokes; clinches and begs that Michael fuck her.
Michael finally succumbs to the pleasure that the frantic housewife is
producing and feels his nut sack explode its life producing fluid into the
clenching pussy. Michael's climax ignites the screaming housewife's own
delayed release and Michael lets the screaming woman continue to thrust against
his still hard cock. He rests on his haunches while Karen continues her
inhuman writhing. Her thrusting continues for nearly ten minutes as she reaches
orgasm after orgasm. Michael never allows the young beauty access to his five
inches that he held in reserve for their next meeting.
At long last Karen finally burns herself out and falls against the back
of the sofa in total exhaustion. Her sweat coated body continues to throb as
her heart muscle finally catches up with her total sexual climax.
After what seemed an eternity, Karen opens her weary eyes and looks down
her tight body. Her hard nipples had finally returned to their normal
softness. She raises slightly and sees the soft fleece lined pussy hair matted
with the black's man cum. The abundant black sperm was dripping from her still
quaking pussy lips and falling to the carpet. Her eyes focus on Michael as he
caught the dripping sperm between his fingers and brings the fingers to her
lips, where he coated them with the salty tasting sticky covering. Her tongue
snakes out and she tastes the discharge. He then coats her body with the
drippings and she did not resist.
Finally, at long last he rose and gave a final order, "Clean me."
Without hesitation Mrs. Karen Saunders slides from the couch and brought
her searching tongue to the now semi hard black cock. The cock was still
dripping and Karen carefully captured each drop as she bathed it with her
tongue and lips. After cleaning the black cock, she searched for the huge nut
sack which she expertly sucked into her wet mouth; cleaning her black master
thoroughly.
Michael then rose and walked to his desk where he sits down and watches
the pretty housewife put on her wrinkled and soaked clothing. He does not
speak and the housewife shot back to reality meekly dresses. Humbly she walked
towards the door and fatigued makes her way down the long stairs to the parking
lot below. She reaches her car as the plant was discharging it's tired group
of employees. When David comes out he is surprised to find his pretty wife by
the office door. Waving he scurries over to where she is standing.
Reaching her at the same time that Michael Washington exited the office
door the three stared at each other. David was perplexed why his wife would be
at the factory. Karen merely stared at the ground as she felt Michael's sperm
exit her pussy hole and drop down the inside of her thighs.
Michael was the first to speak........ "Here are your husband's rubbers
Mrs. Saunders," as he handed the Trojan lubricated rubbers to Karen's
outstretched hands.
He was amused at the startled looks of the husband and wife standing
before him. Meekly, Karen extended her hand and retrieved the unused condoms
from the huge black paw of her ravisher.
"Before you leave Mrs. Saunders...... I want you to give me your black
panties. I would like them for a souvenir of our little meeting this
afternoon," mocked the huge black master standing before the startled husband
and wife.
A number of the other workers had converged on the small assemble and
stood around with a puzzled look on their faces not knowing what was
transpiring. Their startled faces became ashen as Mrs. Karen Saunders lifted
her short skirt and quickly lowered her black panties. Humiliated, her hands
trembling she extended her hand with the panties to the black plant owner.
Michael did not retrieve his prize immediately but let the beautiful housewife
continue to offer her panties in front of the assembled plant workers.
At long last; after nearly a minute he retrieved the panties and brought
the soaked panties to his nose and inhaled the sweet mixture of black sperm and
white pussy juice.
Turning to reenter his office he offered his parting statement, "I'll
call you when I want you again Mrs. Saunders." He then opened the door and
disappeared leaving the couple and assembled entronage staring at each other.
David felt completely drained as he stood before his fellow co- workers
after seeing his beautiful wife willingly give her panties to his domineering
black boss. What he did not realize was his trip to hell was just starting.
Will there be a Chapter Three ?????