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Black Owned Couple
by Karen Kay (karen@karenkayonline.com)

***

New white owners of a large farm hire the previous 
black hired hand. They soon get caught up in a love 
triangle. The wife & husband become submissive slaves 
to their new black owner. (Mdom/MF, intr, bd, exh)

***

It's a typical Friday night at our house. I work at a 
software company and travel on my job often. My wife 
Molly and I have been married for six years now. We 
bought this nice home about a year after getting 
married straight out of college. We live in the 
country. The house is secluded and sites back behind 
trees on forty acres. We have five bedrooms and a guest 
house. I guess you could say we got our dream home 
early in our marriage.

About several months ago we attended this live stock 
auction in town. Molly wanted to have horses and we had 
a barn and plenty of fenced land for several horses. We 
bought four horses in about as many weeks and soon 
found that taking care of these wonderful animals took 
more time and work than we originally thought.

After all, Molly was only interested in riding them. 
She knew nothing about taking care of these large 
animals nor did I. My name is Tom by the way. My wife 
Molly is twenty-eight. I'm hitting forty now and 
consider myself a very lucky man. Molly is my trophy 
wife.

I was up at the feed store one weekend buying supplies 
for the herd when a man approached me and we started to 
talk. He was a tall slim black man. He walked over and 
shook my hand and introduced himself as Harry.

"You live up at the old Johnson house don't you, Tom?"

I smiled as I tossed a bag of feed into my truck. "Yes, 
that's right. The big white one down at the end of the 
dirt road."

Harry smiled as he leaned his arm on my truck. "Well, I 
know a lot about that old place you know. I worked 
there for several years before old man Johnson passed 
away."

I turned around with interest on my face. "Oh, really? 
What sort of things did you do for the Johnson's, 
Harry?"

Harry grinned as he helped me put the last bags of feed 
onto the back of the truck.

"I guess you could say I was everything to them. I took 
care of the animals, the grounds and even worked as a 
handyman around the house."

Harry laughed than added. "I even drove Mrs. Johnson 
into town whenever she went shopping so I guess you 
could say I was their chauffeur too!" 

"So, what do you do now that the Johnsons are gone?"

Harry sighed. "Well, I've been working here and there 
to make a few bucks when I can but I think I'll be 
moving back to Alabama where my family is from and see 
what kind of jobs I can find there."

I started thinking. I could sure use somebody like 
Harry out at the place. We had plenty of room and 
perhaps Harry could move right back into the guest 
house where he use to live. We talked for a long while 
and told him I'd speak to my wife. Molly felt relieved 
and excited that she was finally going to have some 
help taking care of our horses and the farm.

Harry moved in the following week. I can't tell you how 
hard Harry worked on getting things fixed around the 
place. Molly even took him up on his offers of driving 
her into town to go shopping once a week.

Harry practically took over the place within a few 
short months. We could always depend on him for the 
littlest things. Harry made sure everything ran like a 
fine tuned machine and we were pleased.

Molly moved her shapely round ass on the bed as I 
kissed the crack of her cheeks than slapped her ass a 
couple times. She yelped out in pleasure and turned her 
head around and tried to look at me as she spoke.

"Come on baby, stop teasing me and fuck my ass."

I slapped her bottom again only a lot harder and 
watched as her white flesh giggled to the touch of my 
bare hand. I used both hands on my wife's ass this time 
and grabbed hold of each cheek and squeezed them hard.

Molly couldn't move much. I had both of her hands 
handcuffed to the front of the bed. I scooted down just 
far enough to bury my tongue between the cheeks of her 
ass and poked my tongue near her asshole. Molly arched 
her hips up trying to push her body back against my 
face. Her hips rocked from side to side as I held her 
cheeks apart.

I leaned up and over my wife's round ass feeling the 
warm hot white flesh against my thighs as I reached out 
and around and aimed for my wife's nipples. I pinched 
each one very hard making her scream out with joy. She 
loved being treated like a slut. She was my wife and my 
slut whore.

We loved this kind of fantasy play. It's something we 
enjoyed since our dating days. I kept playing with 
Molly's hard nipples and kneaded her large breasts with 
each hand making her moan with delight.

I arched back up and slapped her ass really hard making 
her ass shake and quiver as she screamed out to me for 
more.

"Please baby. I need you to fuck me. I want to feel 
your cock inside my ass...Please!"

I was rock solid hard. I reached for my tube of 
lubricant and rubbed a small amount over the head of my 
cock and around my shaft. I teased Molly for several 
minutes until she practically begged for my cock.

I carefully aimed it at her tight little ass and worked 
the head inside. I'm not that big so I slipped in 
rather easily after the head was inserted. I than 
grabbed hold of Molly's ass and rode her like she was a 
horse.

I kept shoving my cock deep inside her ass while she 
strained on those handcuffs I had attached to the 
headboard. I didn't last long and shot my wade inside 
her ass within a short few minutes leaving my wife 
hanging and unfulfilled as my cock shrank down to size.

"Damn you , Tom! Come on and make me cum! I need to cum 
baby...Please!"

I was panting and trying to catch my breath as I 
unlocked each cuff freeing Molly's arms one at a time. 
She quickly flipped over positioning her ass on the bed 
and arched her legs back and started to play with her 
pussy. 

I knew what she wanted so I moved around on the bed and 
buried my face between her creamy white thighs and 
began to like. My face kept hitting her working hand 
which was stimulating her clit at the time. I soon 
pushed my face up until I was able to move my hand away 
from her pussy so my tongue soon took over the job of 
stimulating her hard clitoris. 

Molly's body moved and jerked all around the bed as I 
worked my tongue on her pussy. I brought my wife to 
three orgasms before I was done leaving her finally 
limp and exhausted on the bed as I got up and reached 
for a towel to wipe off my face.

I turned around and saw something out of the corner of 
my eye. I forgot all about the bedroom door being open. 
The hallway was dark but I was still able to see the 
dark figure of a man standing out in the darkness. He 
starred at me and I starred back. It was Harry.

The next morning I walked out to the barn where Harry 
was feeding the horse. He said his typical good morning 
to me as we exchanged smiles as I drank my coffee. I 
walked around the stable trying to figure out what to 
say to the man.

"I guess you saw everything last night?"

Harry stopped what he was doing and looked over at me 
saying. "Oh...Uh....I'm really sorry about that, Tom. I 
came back in last night thinking something was wrong 
when I heard Molly screaming. You know it's always 
better to check and make sure nothing is wrong."

I smiled even though I was embarrassed about what he 
saw last night. "Oh, well... Thanks anyway, Harry. I 
appreciate your concern for us."

Harry went back to what he was doing than hesitated and 
turned around and what he said next pretty much took me 
over the edge in shock.

"You now, Tom. I could give you some pointers on how to 
train that bitch of yours. Yes sir, I could do a lot of 
things." Harry was still moving the shovel in his hands 
as he spoke but stopped cold and gave me a stare I'll 
never forget.

"What she needs is a good black dick up that tight 
little ass." He boldly continued next saying. "You just 
let me know Tom, and I'll work it out for us."

Harry stepped closer until we were face to face. "I 
know what it's like Tom. You white folks are all alike 
when it comes to acting all proper and nice. I heard 
Molly last week from out here last week, you know."

My eyes opened wide as I listened to Harry speak. "You 
know damn well what I'm talking about. The night Molly 
was screaming for you to fuck her hard and she kept 
taunting you about how she was going to find out how 
big my black cock was!"

I was in shock! I tried to shake my head and act like 
he was lying but it didn't work. Harry reminded me of 
that night he was talking about. It was only talk. 
Molly loved to talk nasty when we were having sex and 
she mentioned Harry that night.

"Molly didn't really mean it, Harry."

Harry shook his head as he began working again than 
stopped for a second and added. "I know better. Your 
all the same. Old man Johnson was no different. He use 
to love watching me bang that white ass wife of his."

"You mean to tell me you and Mrs. Johnson had a thing 
going?"

Your damn right we did. I owned the bitch and they knew 
it! For an old white bitch, she could fuck like a mink, 
let me tell you!"

I don't remember exactly what was said next but we got 
into a heated discussion next that turned out a little 
nasty. Before it was all said and done I was standing 
there in that horse stall thinking about the 
proposition Harry had just given me. He said he could 
help us both enhance our sex life. 

What Harry wanted to do was make my wife his slut. His 
whore mind you and he said it with passion and much 
confidence. What he than said to me gave me chills down 
my spin.

"Listen. I'll have your wife walking around this stable 
before long begging you for cock. She'll want that fire 
put out in that pussy of hers every single minute of 
the day."

You know, I believed the man but I just wondered who's 
cock she would be begging for and who would be putting 
out that fire between her legs once he turned her into 
a wanton whore.

Yes, Harry was all we fantasized about since his 
arrival and he knew it. He was soon going to get a 
chance to make my wife his whore.

***

Thank you for reading chapter 1 of my story. You can 
visit my web site to read my profile: 
www.karenkayonline.com

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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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