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Jason - 5
by Emanon Pen (hgoldone@hotmail.com)
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A young man's decline into cuckoldry and sissificaton.
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Chapter 5 - Mr. Jonas
Rachel could see Lacey standing on the corner of
Seventy-fourth Street and Central Park West from a
block-and-a-half away. Lacey's long legs coupled with
her recently dyed platinum blonde hair made her stand
out wherever she stood, sat, or lay down. Rachel could
not believe how she was dressed. She never saw her
wearing the clothing she was today.
Lacey was wearing black patent platform shoes that had
to be at lease six inches high, a very short black
leather miniskirt, a black halter top that did not
reach past the bottom of her breasts, and a pair of
fine black lace thigh high stockings.
Rachel could tell that the stockings were thigh high
because she could see the top of them when Lacey would
shift from leg to leg or spin to look at someone or
something passing by. She also could see Lacey was
wearing pink lace panties. Something was up, because if
Rachel did not know her as intimately as she did, she
would believe, Lacey was nothing more than a street
walking whore, a common slut. Not the beautiful woman
she knew her to be.
Rachel met Lacey precisely at the agreed upon time -
1:30PM. They embraced each other and kissed openly. Not
a kiss of friendship, but a kiss of someone who loves
another. Their lips met, parted slightly, and when they
touched Lacey pushed her tongue into Rachel's mouth.
Rachel's arms encircled Lacey as she pressed herself
into the older woman and accepted her tongue probing
into her mouth. She could feel Lacey's breasts press
into hers and wetness begin to form in her privates.
She kissed her for what seemed to be hours but was only
about thirty seconds. Rachel never thought she would
fall for a woman and begin or maintain a lesbian
relationship.
Lacey broke the embrace, looked at the way Rachel was
dressed, then into her magnificent steel blue eyes, and
brought her hand to her face. She slowly stroked her
cheek and smiled the smile of a person smitten with the
other. "Rachel, I never thought I would want to be with
you as much as I do, but I have a surprise for you
today. I love you sweetie, but today will be something
special. I promise."
"What are you talking about Lacey? Why are you dressed
the way you are?" Rachel queried.
"Do not worry about my style of dress, that is my
business. Maybe it will be yours too, but today my
sweet, beside enjoying the love juices of my sweet
pussy you'll enjoy some of the best cock this side of
New York." Lacey stated with a twinkle in her eye. With
that, she took Rachel by the hand and led her down the
street to an apartment building midway down the block.
In her mind, Rachel continued to question her about
what was going to happen this afternoon. She was
expecting a quiet but sweaty afternoon making love to
Lacey and not meeting some guy with what may turn out
to be a huge cock.
The building they approached was nothing like the
structures that surrounded it. The ornate building
stood ten stories high and was at least fifteen stories
smaller than the building on each side. The elegant
brick and marble façade had a brass sign announcing
that it was a private apartment building wholly owned
by a corporation named Retired Sportsman, LLP. There
are only nine apartments in the building. Each floor
from one to eight comprised an individual apartment and
a duplex penthouse took up the ninth and tenth floors
respectively.
An elegantly dressed plain clothed private security
agent guarded the entrance. He stood six foot six
inches, weighed about 275, his arms and legs had more
muscles than a weightlifter had in his entire body, and
on his right hip was a Glock Model 27. His body
language, face, eyes, and demeanor said, "If you fuck
with me, I will fuck you over." Not the typical New
York doorman, but this looked like it was not your
typical New York apartment building. As they neared the
building, the doorman recognized Lacey, relaxed,
innocently removed his right hand from near the gun,
and smiled from ear-to-ear showing his pearly white
teeth to them.
"Miss Lacey, how are you doing this afternoon?" he
queried. "You look fine. Mighty fine."
"Well thank you Leroy. I fell fine, if I do say so
myself. Just fine." she replied with broad smile and a
twinkle in her eyes.
"And who is that pretty little thing with you?"
"Leroy, I would like to introduce Miss Rachel to you.
She is a fine specimen of a young New York woman, don't
you think?"
"My, my Miss Lacey, you seemed to have hit the nail
right on the head. Pleased to meet you Miss Rachel."
"Pleased to meet you Leroy." Rachel answered.
Absolutely astounded that Lacey knew this individual
not because of his color, job, or size; but because of
the location of this private apartment building.
"You ladies here to see Mr. Jonas?" he asked. Smiling
like the Cheshire cat and letting Lacey know that
although she should answer, he already knew.
Lacey responded, "Yes."
As Lacey replied, Leroy turned and walked up the three
steps to the mahogany front door and opened it for
them. Lacey walked up to him and placed a kiss on his
cheek. Leroy slipped his right hand around her waist
and gently gave her left butt cheek a gentle squeeze.
She turned, took Rachel by the hand, and walked into
the building heading for the elevator.
Rachel was taken by the interior of the building
because it was an architectural masterpiece. The ten
brass mailboxes were ornate and so shiny that one had
to cover their eyes because the reflection from the
light blinded them as they passed. The floor was white
Italian marble, from the center of the high ceiling
hung a fine crystal chandelier, the furniture was
covered in fine Corinthian leather or lush velvets, and
the walls were wainscoted in solid oak that was stained
to enhance the golden beauty of the wood. Oil paintings
in beautiful carved frames hung on the walls.
One could see they were not cheap imitations but the
originals. Even the doors to the elevator were top of
the line - solid engraved teak wood. Rachel had never
before seen teak doors on an elevator. Seems the
ownership of this building knew how to invest and how
to keep the value of their property more towards the
high end of the return on investment scale.
"Whatever you do, don't even think about fucking around
with Leroy. He may be a gentle giant, but he will break
your neck without thinking about it. He works for the
majority stockholder of the company that owns this
building, and that owner is the man you are going to
meet. Leroy's loyalty to him knows no bounds. Rumor has
it Leroy performed a service for him and ever since the
owner has taken care of him. In return, Leroy protects
the majority stockholder without question." Lacey
explained to Rachel as they held hands and rode the
elevator to the ninth floor.
When the elevator came to a stop at the ninth floor,
Lacey took her hand out of Rachel's and stood waiting
for the elevator door to open. Rachel thought this a
curious action considering Lacey had no problem
expressing her love and affection for Rachel in public.
The elevator opened directly into the penthouse's
living room, which is decorated in a modern motif. The
couches and love seats are covered in leather and had
chrome fames.
A conversation pit in the center of the room was
comprised of the two sofas, the two love seats, tables
each with its own lamp all surrounding a glass and
marble coffee table. The floor was covered in two
offsetting colors of hardwoods and had very expensive
Oriental rugs spread over the floor throughout the
room. A fully stocked bar took up the wall to the right
and a sixty-two inch flat screen plasma TV, home
theater equipment, stereo equipment, and fireplace took
up the wall on the left.
The wall opposite was floor to ceiling glass and seems
such a waste considering the building across the street
was ten stories higher. The ambiance of the room is
controlled by lights hidden in the ceiling and curtains
that could be closed in layers to shut out some or all-
of-the outside world to the room. Privacy could be
attained at the touch of a button.
The girls entered the room and stood in front of the
closed elevator door. Rachel took her cue from Lacey. A
tall black man of about 40 greeted them. Mr. Jonas
stood six feet eight inches, weighed 250 pounds, deep
brown eyes, brown hair graying at the temples, and a
physique that made him look twelve years younger. He
was wearing gray gabardine pants, a white silk shirt
open at the neck, black alligator loafers and matching
belt, and platinum and diamond jewelry that just spoke
of great taste and money. His smile was broad and
inviting.
"Hi Lacey. How's my sweetness today?" he asked. His
voice was a deep bass that seemed to rise from deep
within his being. He spoke perfect English with a hint
of a Caribbean accent. You knew he was an educated man.
"Mr. Jonas, sir, I am fine. I have brought someone for
you to meet. Mr. Jonas, sir." Lacey replied.
Rachel noticed the change in Lacey's voice and
demeanor. She was not as bubbly as before and was
constantly looking down at the floor in front of her.
She was not looking directly into Mr. Jonas' eyes or as
many people do when speaking, his mouth. Rachel felt a
bit uncomfortable and started to shift ever so slightly
from one foot to another. She knew Lacey for seven
months of which the last three they were lovers, but
she never saw her act the way she was acting now. The
size of Mr. Jonas was intimidating to her considering
how small she was in comparison to him. Her New York
defense mechanism started to make itself felt.
"Mr. Jonas, sir, I would like to introduce to you Miss
Rachel Cohen; a beautiful Jewish girl from Long Island
and only nineteen years old. I vouch for her honesty,
loyalty, and ability to please, Mr. Jonas, sir."
"From what I can see, Miss Lacey, Rachel looks a bit
disturbed and scared at being here."
"Oh, no, Mr. Jonas, sir. It is just I have not told her
about our relationship. All I told her about this
afternoon was the expectation of having some of the
best loving in her short life, Mr. Jonas, sir."
Turning towards Rachel, Mr. Jonas said, "Is that
correct, Ms. Rachel?"
"Yes, it is in respect to her telling me that I would
have some of the best cock this side of New York."
No sooner, than the York came out of her mouth, she
heard Lacey take a deep intake of breath and without
any provocation felt the palm of Mr. Jonas' right hand
hit her across her face. She flew off her feet and
landed on the floor near the steps leading into the
conversation pit. Tears welled up in her eyes as she
put her left hand against her cheek and rubbed it
looking at him as if she wanted to kill him.
"That is the last time you will use that kind of
language without my permission, Miss Rachel. Do you
understand?" Mr. Jonas spat out.
"What did I... Yes, Mr. Jonas, sir (with a hint of
anger in her voice), I understand. I completely
understand that when I stand up I will go to the
elevator and leave this place. I do not know what you
expected, but, I am not your whore, I am not your white
bitch, and I am certainly not going to let you or any
other nigger use me for their pleasure."
Rachel stood while still staring at the black man who
without any provocation slapped her face, turned, and
walked backwards towards the elevator door and the
button that would gain her freedom. She noticed Lacey
standing there with her mouth hanging open shocked at
what she heard Rachel say to Mr. Jonas.
"Lacey, if you want to stay here be my guest. I have no
desire to be with this man or his friends. If you leave
with me, I will not use this incident against you. If
you stay, you stay knowing that I will never see you
again." Rachel reached the elevator and pressed the
down button. Her face stung with pins and needles. She
felt weak and light headed from the slap Mr. Jonas used
to get her attention.
"Rachel, please... Do not go! I promise you once you
get to know Mr. Jonas it will never happen again; isn't
that right Mr. Jonas, sir?" Lacey cried, pleaded, and
cajoled.
"The only way she will stay here is for her to
apologize to me." Mr. Jonas had followed her to the
elevator door and stood no more than two feet in front
of her. Lacey stood exactly where she was when the
entire incident started. Rachel noticed that she turned
to her original position facing the windows and the
conversation pit while continuing to look at the floor.
"But you hit me!" Rachel yelled. "How the hell could I
know what your rules are when this is the first time I
ever met you."
"Now, now, Miss Rachel. Language..." Mr. Jonas stated.
"What hell, also? Give me a break!" Rachel cried. Fear
and anger showed on her face as she braced to be hit
again.
But, Mr. Jonas did not make a move to hit her again.
"Yes, Miss Rachel that is true, but decorum says that
you should not use foul, dirty, and/or expletive type
words in front of people you do not know." Mr. Jonas'
voice was softer, his body language more relaxed, and
his piercing brown eyes were not throwing daggers at
her. He was talking to her like a father figure not
like some bastard who just slapped the shit out of her.
Mr. Jonas stepped forward, placed his hands on her
shoulders, and pulled her to him. The top of Rachel's
head only came to the bottom of his chest. He took his
right hand, placed it under her chin, and lifted her
face. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips
and then on the cheek that he had hit. His left hand
slid around her shoulders and pressed her body into
his. It was during this embrace and motion of his body
that Rachel felt something she had never felt before.
If she was correct, Mr. Jonas was packing the largest
male genitalia in the world. She did not need to see it
to know. Just feeling it pressing against her made her
realize that Lacey had invited her here because she was
going to give her to him. To what end, she did not
know. Now that she had felt his manhood, the sting of
his violent action subsided; she was becoming sexually
light headed, weak in the knees, and wet between her
legs.
His lips caressed the hurt from her cheek. Jonas placed
his hands underneath her armpits and lifted her off the
floor, her face was now even with his as he pressed her
body against the wall next to the elevator as he leaned
his upper body against hers. Rachel closed her eyes,
took a deep breath, and forced herself to relax to show
Mr. Jonas that she was accepting of his power and
control over her. What she heard Mr. Jonas say next put
a small bit of fear back into her heart and made her
tense her body against her will.
"Lacey, you white piece of trash. Get your bitch ass
over here, now!" Jonas cried in a powerful yet calm
voice.
"Yes, Mr. Jonas. How may I serve you Mr. Jonas?" Lacey
replied as she moved closer to them. When she arrived
next to him, she assumed the position of a submissive.
Her hands were clasped in front of her stomach, her
legs were close together, her head bowed, and her eyes
were focused on the floor at Mr. Jonas' feet. Rachel
was astounded at the change in her personality. This
was not the Lacey she knew. Not the woman who would
spend enormous amounts of time dominating, caressing,
caring, and making love to and with Rachel.
"Take my cock out you bitch." Not a request but a
command.
"Yes, Mr. Jonas." Without raising her eyes to either of
them, Lacey fell to her knees, opened the zipper to his
pants, and placed her right hand inside. She fumbled
around for a few moments feeling for his cock or
feeling for the slit in his underwear. Rachel could
feel Mr. Jonas moving slightly to help her find and
free his cock from the confines of his pants. Lacey
lifted her other hand to help as she pulled it out from
its confines.
Lacey whispered, "Hello, my 'Magnificent Mandingo
Manhood' and without any questions or commands placed a
single loving tongue kiss on its head.
"Listen you fucking bitch, it is not yours, and all I
told you was to take it out, not kiss it! Now get your
white bitch ass over by the fireplace and assume your
working position." Mr. Jonas commanded. While Lacey was
performing her duties, Jonas had slid his left hand
behind Rachel and up her skirt to her backside. Even
though she was wearing a mini skirt, Rachel's mini was
considerably longer than Lacey's. She was not wearing
conventional panties, but a string bikini thong made of
the thinnest silk and satin fabric available for
woman's lingerie.
The only material covering her ass was the string that
rested between the cheeks of her ass. His hand made
circular motions over the her ass cheeks and every so
often used his middle finger to gently caress the
inside where her anus lay covered by a single woven
strand of silk. He never actually touched her anus.
Caressed around it, but never touched it. A shiver ran
up Rachel's back. She continued to try to keep herself
calm as he caressed her backside.
Mr. Jonas whispered, "Rachel, my Jewish cunt. You know,
I have never owned a Jewish bitch before. Never even
fucked one, but I think you are going to be the
first..." as his tongue licked around the edge of her
ear.
"Yes, Mr. Jo...." Rachel never finished her sentence
because the air in her lungs was expelled when she felt
Mr. Jonas slide the middle finger of his left hand up
her ass to the hilt. Her legs tensed and her eyes
bulged out of her head as she stiffened against his
torso with the unexpected invasion of her anus. This
was the first time anyone had placed anything in there.
She was having trouble breathing and relaxing. Jonas
just kept his finger pressed into her butt as she tried
to regain her composure and stop herself from urinating
on his floor.
"Yes, my sweet thing. I see this is the first time you
have had anything up your ass. Well, it will not be the
last. Just relax, get used to it, and do not even think
about ruining the carpet underneath you by peeing on
it. You would have to work your entire life as a
twenty-dollar-a-blowjob street whore to pay for its
replacement. Just relax because you are going to learn
to be one of my 'White Masturbation Bitches' just like
Lacey. If you are good, I will promote you to be a
'White Slave Bitch' and from that point forward you
will be used only by me."
Rachel continued to look across the room to where Lacey
was standing. She tried to answer Mr. Jonas, but as she
began to speak felt him wiggle and press his finger
deeper into her ass as a signal to keep her mouth shut.
"Watch your white bitch friend and learn. What you
witness will be your work when you are here. How you
perform will provide me with the necessary information
to promote or demote you. Your body, your life, your
sexuality when you are here are mine and you will be
told to service any and all cocks until they spill
their seed in the places I tell them to.
"You will become a masturbation cunt, a masturbation
mouth, and of course with a wiggle of his middle
finger, a masturbation asshole. You will not to
pleasure yourself. You are not to allow yourself to
have an orgasm. If you do, you will be demoted. Your
pleasure is of no concern to me, or for that matter,
any of the men who will be using you. Do you understand
me?"
Rachel replied the only way she thought he would
accept. With all the strength she could muster, she
squeezed her asshole as tight as she could around his
finger. She had started to become used to the invasion
of her ass and was starting to enjoy the feeling
emanating from her anal sphincter and the lower portion
of her bowel. Jonas continued to press his upper body
against hers and leave his cock resting between her
legs. Rachel wondered when and if he was going to use
his 'Magnificent Mandingo Manhood'. It was then Rachel
noticed that another black man and a white woman had
entered the room.
The woman stood 6 feet tall, had long graceful legs,
narrow hips, narrow waist, small breasts, and was
outfitted in a black maid's outfit. She was wearing
black thigh high stockings, black satin bikini panties,
black maid's uniform, white apron, white cap, and black
high heels. Her face was made up like a whore. She
approached Lacey from behind, put her hands on the
small piece of fabric that made up the miniskirt, and
caressed her backside. She kneeled down behind her and
pulled her panties down around her ankles.
She lifted Lacey's legs one at a time to remove the
pink lace panties. She placed them under her nose and
took a deep breath. She took in the smell of Lacey's
sex that was soaked into the crotch of the panties. She
placed the panties on the floor next to where she was
kneeling. She rotated to her left, sat down behind her,
and positioned herself to gain access to Lacey's open
legs and uncovered pussy. Lacey maintained the position
she was in because she knew if she moved Mr. Jonas
would make the rest of her day absolutely miserable.
Lacey did not want to be miserable. It was bad enough
that Rachel had opened her mouth and gotten them into
trouble from the moment they entered his apartment.
It was then that Rachel realized there was something
different about this woman. She could not put her
finger on it, but she had a feeling that the maid was
not a female.
The maid proceeded to lean back and begin to tongue
Lacey's pussy. Her long tongue stretched from her mouth
to caress the folds of Lacey's love box. She gently
licked the labia major and the crease that formed
between them and Lacey's thigh. She moved her mouth
closer to the glistening sex of Lacey, preceded to push
her tongue into the slit of her cunt, and run it up to
her clit.
The maid gently uncovered her clit with her tongue,
took into her mouth, sucked it like a cock, and
released it to be caressed by her tongue again. Lacey
tried to keep her legs from buckling, as she got hotter
and wetter from the cunt licking she was receiving. The
maid continued to lick and when she felt Lacey was
ready extended her tongue deep into Lacey's vaginal
canal.
"Oh, oh...." Lacey whispered as she felt the maid's
tongue enter her.
"Shut up bitch... I do not want to hear a word or sound
from your masturbation lips. If you cannot keep
yourself from having an orgasm, I will demote you and
you do not want that. Now, do you?" Mr. Jonas growled.
"You watching Jew bitch?"
"Yes, Jonas. Sorry! Yes, Mr. Jonas." Rachel replied
correcting herself. She also squeezed his finger with
her asshole because she was becoming used to it and
knew that was the way he preferred to receive a
positive answer. She was amazed at how gently he was
holding her against the wall, how his lips and tongue
felt against her skin, and how much control he could
exert over her with just the one finger that was shoved
up her ass.
The black man stood behind Lacey and between the maid's
legs. He lowered the zipper on his pants reached in and
pulled out his cock. The piece of meat he was holding
in his hand was nine inches long, four inches around,
and uncircumcised. He gently stroked it as he moved
closer to Lacey.
"Yo, Francine... Get your girly fucking mouth away from
that white bitches masturbation cunt. I need to be
jerked off now." Tyrone commanded.
Francine lowered her mouth from Lacey's pussy but did
not move from between her legs. Rachel had just
received another clue about the maid eating Lacey's
pussy. Girly mouth could only mean that Francine was a
transvestite, transsexual, or a she male. Her curiosity
peaked as she wondered how would or could she find out
the answer to her non-verbalized question. Is Francine
actually a man?
Tyrone positioned himself behind Lacey, without so much
as a word of warning or encouragement grabbed her by
the hips, positioned his cock by the opening of Lacey's
womanhood, and slammed its entire length into her.
Francine flinched when she saw what Tyrone had done.
Lacey bit her tongue almost to the point of bleeding to
keep from making a sound. Rachel let out a small cry of
pain for Lacey, but quickly stifled it before Mr. Jonas
used whatever means he felt necessary to get her to
keep quiet.
Lacey stood in front of the fireplace not looking up
but looking at the floor concentrating on keeping
Tyrone's cock embedded deep into her body. Tyrone's
cock stretched Lacey's cunt so wide that it looked like
it was going to rip at the top and the bottom. He
showed her no mercy by keeping his cock thrust deep
into Lacey. The front of his pants were pressed against
the bunched fabric of Lacey's miniskirt. His hands
pressed her lower body into his. Before he spoke again,
he looked to where Mr. Jonas was standing and noticed
that only the other white bitch was watching him use
this whore for his pleasure.
"Now, I'm going to use you. You are to let your white
scum sucking cunt jerk off my cock. I will control how
and when you move. Understand, bitch?" Tyrone growled.
Lacey knew better. She just shook her head in an
affirmative manner. Tyrone loosened his grip on her
hips and pulled her lower body and cunt down the length
of his cock. Relieved that he had her move away from
him she waited for the next thrust of his nine-inch
cock into her body. She had felt cocks as large as his
but not as wide. Alexander was the only other cock that
felt the way his did now. She knew that Tyrone would
not care at all about her during the time they were
connected via their genitalia.
Tyrone did not wait too long before he pressed her into
him with such force that she thought he had broken her
hips and/or forced his cock into her cervix. When she
was again impaled on his black manhood, he pressed and
wiggled his hips into her to let her know who was boss
and how much fun he was having using her cunt as a
masturbation tool. Tyrone began to use the pressure of
his hands to control the movements of Lacey's hips as
her cunt slid up and down his manhood providing the
pressure and pleasure that he was looking for as he
used her to masturbate him. She must have risen and
fallen on is cock for at least forty-five minutes and
she had no idea how long Tyrone would or could use her.
Her legs we tired and aching, her cunt was somewhat
moist and on fire, but she gritted her teeth knowing
that her goal was standing across the room holding her
lesbian lover in his arms. She did not even think about
or consider where his 'Magnificent Mandingo Manhood'
was at this time. She knew her job was doing exactly
what she doing with Tyrone - letting him use her cunt
not for a mutually loving sexual encounter, but a hole
to shoot his cum in. To be used as the white
masturbation slut Mr. Jonas wanted her to be.
"Damn, what a tight hole you have, bitch. It feels so
good sliding up and down my black cock. How sweet your
white pussy looks wrapped around a black man's dick.
Yep, a nigger's dick. Using your white bitch cunt just
the way it should be. Francine, get ready to do your
job baby. I am going to cum and I know you are sitting
there waiting for your just rewards. I will shoot my
black scum deep into this white bitches masturbation
hole. Yes, her hole is so tight. What a fucking great
hole she has. Here I cum you cunt." Tyrone yelled.
Lacey could feel his cock expanding inside her. The
walls of her cunt were pushing the skin surrounding his
cock head up and down, exposing the bulbous head when
he pulled her onto his cock, and covering it when he
pushed her off. She had never felt anything like it and
she had fucked other uncircumcised cocks.
This time as his manhood entered her, she could feel
the cock head swell and its width expand. She knew that
this was probably the stroke that would take him over
the top. And sure enough, it was. Tyrone pressed deep
into her body and ground her butt cheeks against the
fabric of his pants. Lacey could feel motion along
underside of Tyrone's cock and just as she expected it,
her insides were being flooded and coated with gobs of
Tyrone's cum. He shot at least three ropes of sperm
before he slid her down his cock before ramming her
back on it to accept more of his hot sperm.
"Shit, girl. I cannot believe what a good masturbation
bitch you are. You never said a word, yelled, or
moaned. Just took it like the white scum hole you are."
Tyrone released the grip he had on Lacey's hips and his
cock slipped from her cunt. It was covered with his cum
and a modicum of her juices.
Upon seeing Tyrone's cock leave Lacey's cunt, Francine
raised her head to place her mouth over the well-used
hole between Lacey's legs. She could see how red and
puffy the lips of her pussy were. Her tongue slid into
Lacey's stretched hole seeking the cum that was
lingering inside. Francine pulled her head away
slightly to let cum drip down her tongue, into her
mouth, and down her throat into her stomach.
Lacey knew to let Francine eat her pussy until Francine
felt she had cleaned all of Tyrone's cum from her just
used pussy. This was not the first time Lacey had
Francine between her legs cleaning up the mess some of
Mr. Jonas' friends had deposited in her. All Lacey
wanted to know was how many black cocks would she have
to service today before the day would be over.
Rachel was amazed at what she was seeing. Lacey just
stood head down, legs spread, and hands braced against
the fireplace mantel. She allowed herself to be used as
a jerk off tool. The only pleasure in the act was the
fact that Tyrone had a massive orgasm at the expense of
Lacey's pussy. Francine just watched and waited for her
turn to do her or his duty.
Rachel thought she could see the beginnings of an
erection tenting Francine's uniform. Mr. Jonas
continued to nuzzle and kiss her neck, apply pressure
when needed to her asshole, and never turned his head
to see what was going on across the room.
"Do not think about using Francine to clean your cock
Tyrone. Just slink off to the bathroom, clean yourself
up, and let yourself out the kitchen door. Tell the
others that I have decided to let the 'White
Masturbation Bitch' off easy today. They can follow you
out. Understand dude?" Jonas stated.
"Maybe I will make her accept that faggots cock up her
ass and maybe I won't," he said to nobody in
particular.
"Yes, sir." Tyrone replied, as he took his cock and
returned it to its hiding place behind the zipper of
his pants.
"See, Miss Rachel. Your friend Lacey knows how to
accept being a 'White Masturbation Bitch'. She knows
from experience. Not a lot of experience but experience
just the same. I know you are wondering about Francine.
Well let me tell you about her. Her real name is Frank
and his wife, Sarah, gave him/her/it to me when she
became my 'White Slave Bitch'. Three months ago, I sold
her to a Master in Atlanta. She had been training him
to be a cuckold when she met me. I am finishing the
job."
"Mr. Jonas, sir. Please explain to me what he/she/it
does for you? Is it something I can do for you?" Rachel
asked. She had heard the term cuckold before, but never
really knew the meaning of the word.
"Miss Rachel, Frank is now Francine. Francine is a
pussy boy and she will never be called Frank again. His
cock is only four inches long. What a shame that a tall
lanky guy like him had to be born with a cock that
small; it really should have been a clitoris. His wife
was never satisfied with the length, width, and amount
of cum his cock produced.
"No matter how hot he was she was not satisfied when he
was through. She did, however, learn that his tongue
could reach his eyebrows and that is when she decided
to push his head between her legs after he fucked her
and make him eat her to orgasm. What surprised her the
most was his willingness to eat his cum from her pussy.
"Finally, she got so frustrated that she stopped him
from fucking her because she was not receiving any
pleasure from his useless penis. During one of their
lovemaking sessions, he mentioned to her that since he
no longer had sexual intercourse with her would she
like to fuck another larger man. She agreed and decided
she needed to have more than a tongue between her legs.
Sarah did not know where or how to meet other men, but
it did not take her long to find a website on the
Internet that explained the 'Slut Wife - Cuckold
Husband' lifestyle.
"After a few more searches, she found a site that
listed clubs in the city where she could go to meet
men. She visited one, went out on a few dates and found
that black men had exactly what she was looking for -
big balls, accompanied by large, thick, long lasting,
scum-producing cocks. After she had felt a black man's
cock sliding between her legs, into and out of her
pussy, and then filling her with hot, wet, thick cum,
she decided that he should be a she and service her and
her black lovers.
"She took on the role of a dominant woman who had a
useless man for a husband. Then through a network of
black men with large cocks, she found me. You know the
rest of what happened between Sarah and me. Francine's
present job is to clean this place and the other
apartments in the building, cook, and perform oral
clean up services for all the 'White Masturbation
Bitches' that visit here.
"If I am nice, I let him suck or fuck some of the black
cock. He dresses and lives like a woman, but he is
nothing more than a cum sucking pussy boy. Miss Rachel,
you are not a pussy boy. You have a white Jewish pussy
between those beautiful legs and I am hoping it will
replace the 'White Slave Bitch' pussy I sold to Master
Rufus in Atlanta."
"But Mr. Jonas... I..." Rachel stuttered.
"Do not worry Miss Rachel. Let things take the course
they may. Now open your legs and let me see how much of
my 'Magnificent Mandingo Manhood' I can slip into your
white teenage cunt. Francine come over here and put the
object of your lust at the entrance of Miss Rachel's
pussy.
Rachel noticed that Mr. Jonas had not called her a
white Jewish bitch when he ordered Francine to help
him. Rachel raised her legs to allow Mr. Jonas access
to her pussy. Francine kneeled between Mr. Jonas's legs
and gently stroked his tree trunk of a cock until it
was harder than it had been for the last sixty minutes.
She noticed that Rachel was completely shaved.
She placed the head between the lips of Rachel's cunt
and gently rubbed it up and down a couple of times.
Francine could see Rachel's wetness coating the extreme
tip of Mr. Jonas' cock. When she felt it was coated
with enough of Rachel's juices, she wedged it at
Rachel's opening, and kissed the shaft below its head.
Francine moved from between his legs but stayed
kneeling in a submissive position next to them. Rachel
noticed that Mr. Jonas did not yell at Francine for
kissing his cock the way he yelled at Lacey after she
did the same thing.
Mr. Jonas could feel the lips of Rachel's cunt on the
head of his cock. He knew that the smallness of her
opening would not allow him to do nothing more that
rest the very tip of his cock at the entrance to her
hole. He wondered how forceful he should be when he
jams his cock into her sweet naked Jewish cunt.
His first Jewish cunt and it was totally shaven - just
the way he likes them. In all the years, that he has
been fucking he never fucked a Jewish woman. Blacks,
Whites, Orientals, and/or Hispanics have felt the
strength of his manhood between their legs. Women of
Catholic, Protestant, Muslim, Hindi, and Buddhist
religious beliefs have succumbed to his lovemaking.
Most women fainted or begged to be free of his cock. It
was near impossible to get them to suck it. Forget
about anal sex. The last woman to try to accept his
cock into her ass had to go to the Emergency Room at
St. Vincent's Hospital to have her anal sphincter sewn
closed. All he had gotten was half of the length of the
head of his cock into her before her sphincter tore
covering him with her blood. His size is just too big
for ninety-nine percent of the women on the face of the
Earth.
He did not want to hurt Miss Rachel. After all that had
happened this afternoon, he has come to enjoy having
her close to him. She looks, feels, and smells like an
angel. An angel that as allowed him to push his middle
finger up her ass and keep it there. An angel that
responded to each whispered question of his by
clinching her asshole tighter around the finger that
rested inside her. Now, he was confused, no worried,
about ramming his cock into her.
She was tiny compared to all the other women he fucked.
Her beauty far surpassed any woman that spent time with
him and he was trying not to really hurt her. Yes, he
slapped her, but she deserved it and since that act of
physical violence she has responded to every verbal or
finger command he has elicited. This young white Jewish
girl has captured his mind and heart when he least
expected it.
"Rachel, I want to push my cock into you, but I do not
want to hurt you. I have never told a woman this
before. I am astounded by your actions considering that
I slapped your beautiful face earlier. I watched you
and looked into your magnificent steel blue eyes as you
watched your friend Lacey take Tyrone's cock into her
'Masturbation Cunt Hole'.
"You felt for her, but every time I reminded you with
my finger that I expected the same from you; you
responded by squeezing my finger with your anal
sphincter. No woman has ever done that for me. Most
fight me and make me do things that no man should do to
a woman." Jonas whispered in her ear. After which he
place a gentle kiss on the lobe of her ear.
"I want to make you my 'Masturbation Slave Bitch' and
more."
"Mr. Jonas, I cannot see your manhood. All I can do is
feel the head of your 'Magnificent Mandingo Manhood' at
the entrance to my 'Masturbation Cunt Hole'. I want to
provide you with a place to masturbate whether it be my
mouth, pussy, or ass. Use me, Master Jonas. I am
willing to take whatever pain comes from having your
'Magnificent Mandingo Manhood' inside me." Rachel
replied with a hint of shock, awe, and, love in her
voice.
"Miss Rachel..." Master Jonas whispered as he began to
press his eighteen-inch, eight-inch round, circumcised
cock into Rachel's nineteen-year-old cunt.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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