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Atlanta Wife - 2
by TxDoc (txdoc2010@gmail.com)
***
Leslie has her first taste of interracial sex. (MF,
wife, intr)
***
PART 2
Martin led Leslie through the foyer and into a large
living room. Derek followed behind, watching the way
that Martin was looking his wife over as they passed
through the house.
"Please have a seat." Martin motioned towards the couch.
Leslie sat down and Derek joined her. Martin sat down
across from them. "You look even better than your
pictures. I think we're going to have a lot of fun here
today." A wide smile crossed his face.
Leslie forced a small smile. She could not think of
anything to say, and her mouth was so dry she could not
have said much anyway, so she just gave a small nod.
"We need to get some business out of the way first, and
that is the last that we will talk about it today, OK?
If you agree to the terms of my contract, we will give
you a few minutes to get ready, and then we will film.
If you go through with it, I will give you the check for
the loan, and our day will be done. My assistant Anna
will help you with the paperwork; I need to take care of
some other business while she does the boring stuff."
With that he got up and left and a pretty blonde woman
in a business suit walked over with a folder of
paperwork. "Hi, I'm Anna. I take care of all the legal
issues here and make sure that everyone knows exactly
what the terms are." She looked at Derek, "Did you read
everything I sent you last week?"
"Yes we did, it's pretty much what Corie explained to
us."
"Good. Then let's get started." For the next 15 minutes
she walked them through some standard actor's releases
and had them show the results of the HIV tests they had
taken the week prior. She then got to the special
details of the contract. In return for being filmed
having sex with Martin, they would receive a loan of
fifty thousand dollars, to be paid back without interest
in two years.
The video would be posted online on Martin's interracial
themed sex site, but with Leslie and Derek's faces
blurred. So long as they made payments it would remain
that way. If they were to default, then the unedited
video, with real names included, would be posted. If
they repaid the loan in full at the end of two years,
and recruited another couple willing to do the same,
they would pull the video from the site.
"Just know that there are no grace periods or warning
letters. Each payment must be made at the first of the
month, no exceptions. The unedited video will be shown,
even if you are down to the last payment." Anna let this
last bit sink in for a second, and then said "If there
are no other questions then please sign here."
She handed the pen to Leslie. She looked over at Derek's
expressionless face, and then back to the paper and
signed with a slightly trembling hand. Derek took the
pen, and quickly signed after her. He could see little
point in debating the matter further at this point. They
were now officially broke and the next payment on their
home was due in three days.
Martin was just walking back into the room, followed by
another man carrying a video camera and a woman with a
makeup kit. "Go ahead and get everything set up." he
told the man with the camera, who nodded and walked down
the hall. "Are we all finished with the boring stuff?"
"Yes, everything's done." Anna said, gathering the
paperwork from the table into a folder. "I will be in
touch with you two in a couple weeks to arrange the
first payment on the loan. I hope you enjoy the rest of
your day." She gave a knowing wink to Leslie and
disappeared into an adjoining office room.
"Leslie, this is Kacey one of my makeup girls. Follow
her down to the bedroom so she can touch up your makeup
and get everything ready. I am going to sit here and
chat with Derek for a minute and then we will join you."
Leslie got up, and leaned over and whispered in Derek's
ear "Whatever happens from here on just remember I love
you honey." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and
followed Kacey down the hallway.
Once they were down the hall, Martin looked straight at
Derek "I just wanted to make a few things clear. First,
I am a business man above all else, and I honor my word.
I will hold up my end of the bargain just as long as you
do yours. Second, I am not a rapist. If at any point
your wife says no, then we will stop, and the deal ends
there - no loan, no video. Finally, I need to know that
I will not have any trouble out of you. So long as she
says keep going, you need to play it cool OK?"
"Yeah, sure, as long as she's OK, I won't cause any
trouble"
"I hope you know what you are getting into. Has anyone
else ever fucked your wife? Since you've been together I
mean?"
"No, she had boyfriends before me of course, but none
since."
"And here you are, selling her to me like a cheap whore"
"Now wait one damned minute!" Derek blurted.
"You see, that's what I'm talking about. You've gotta be
cool my man. I had you dress her like a whore today, I
am going to talk to her like a whore, and I am sure as
hell going to fuck her like one. Please don't tell me
that you didn't see any of the other videos."
"No, I saw. I know that you have to say some of that
stuff for the camera. It's just a little weird that we
are actually about to do this. I know that it's acting
though."
"Good. Just keep your head on when we get back there.
And most of all, prepare yourself in case some of it
turns out not to be acting at all. Now let's go see how
the girls are doing." He stood up and walked down the
hall.
As Derek followed him down the hall, his mind flashed
back to the video he saw of Corie, the way her hips
bucked up against Martin as she came, her eyes wide and
passionate. That had not been acting. Would Leslie react
the same way, or even more so?
Derek entered the bedroom, and saw his wife, now more
stunning than ever, sitting on the edge of a king size
bed. Her lips were ruby red, the color of her dress, and
she looked like a Playboy model waiting for her shoot to
start. Lights were arrayed around the bed at various
angles, and the cameraman was standing in one corner,
already recording. He had expected some chance to
prepare before the recording started."
"I like for this part of the video to be, shall we say
unscripted." Martin smiled, and turned to the camera.
"Here we have Leslie. Her husband Derek has brought her
here for her first black dick, and if you are seeing
this video, things haven't gone exactly like he planned.
How much is a pretty white wife going for these days
Derek? Fifty grand was it? You sold cheap if you ask me.
She is a fine piece of ass. When I am finished with her
today it will never be the same."
He walked over to Leslie pulling her up from the bed.
"Say hi for the cameras."
Leslie stood up, turning slightly towards the camera,
"Hello," she said nervously, attempting to smile her
best. Martin had moved over in front of her. He moved
his hand across her forehead, pushing a lock of blonde
hair to the side. She felt goose bumps pop up at this
first touch. His hand moved down her shoulder, along her
back, and came to rest at her waist. He pulled her
close, and turned his face down to meet hers. She turned
her face up to meet him, and his lips were suddenly on
hers, soft at first but soon she felt his tongue
pressing into her mouth. Her lips parted, and they began
to kiss deeply.
The last time she had kissed anyone other than Derek was
in college, before they had even met. The feeling of
strange lips on hers was electric. She felt her heart
beat pick up. Martin pulled her closer, and now she
could feel the growing bulge in his pants pressing
against her waist.
"Ummm," she moaned softly. Things seemed to be moving
very fast now. She had thought that this part would have
been harder, and had prepared for the worst; but what
she was feeling was nothing like she had expected. She
had absently moved her hands up around Martin's neck and
could feel his muscles flexing as he continued to kiss
her deeply. After another minute or so he pulled away
and motioned for the cameraman to stop filming.
"Wow, someone certainly is getting into the moment."
"I won't do anything unless I do it right," Leslie
replied. And she meant it. If this guy liked to fuck
white women, she was determined to make sure she was the
best he ever had.
"OK, from now on, use the fake names I gave you earlier.
After this everything we film goes up on the site."
"Now 'Rick' you move over there to the chair, and enjoy
the show my man." He motioned for the camera to roll
again.
The cameraman walked over in front of the chair and
began to film. Off camera, Martin said "Rick here has
brought his lovely wife Jessica to have a taste of black
cock, right Rick."
"Yes," he said. He had been given a few lines to
remember, "She's always had a thing for black men in
movies and stuff, and some of her friends are into
dating black guys."
"And you, how do you feel about sharing your wife with a
brother?"
"Whatever makes her happy is good for me. It's a fantasy
I've had too, seeing her with a black man." That part
was not entirely false; he had subscriptions to a few
interracial porn sites, though he had never told that to
Leslie before. He had intended for this to be a bit of
unpleasant business to just get through, but he felt
himself getting hard thinking of what was about to
happen.
"I don't think you will ever look at her the same after
this." Martin had moved around behind Leslie, and was
cupping her breasts with his hands. "Tell her to fuck me
like a good little whore." Leslie was looking at him,
clearly still nervous, but now with a flushed, excited
look that he remembered from their first times together.
"Fuck him good honey, fuck him like the whore you are.
Show me what a good little slut you are." He heard
himself talking, but the voice seemed to be coming from
a different person.
Leslie felt her nipples straining against her bra as
Martin worked his hands over her breasts from behind.
Seeing Derek talk like this was shocking. She knew that
he would have to say some lines for the camera, but he
was well off the script now. She also saw a clear bulge
in his pants. The son of a bitch was enjoying this.
She began to push her ass back against Martin's crotch,
feeling his ever growing erection pressing against her
bottom. "I'm going to show you how a slut fucks a real
man today. Try not to shoot your load until were done,
OK?" With that she turned around and kissed Martin again
fiercely. She felt his hands drop down to her ass and
pull her up tight again.
"Unzip her for me, OK? I want to get a better look."
Martin ordered.
Derek complied, standing up and unzipping the back of
his wife's dress for another man.
Martin pulled the dress down over her shoulders, pushing
the material over her waist and down her legs. She
stepped out of her dress, kicking it aside with her
heels, and began a slow turn. She was wearing a white
lace bra with matching panties and garter belt. The taut
nipples of her 36D breasts were protruding through the
flimsy material of the bra, and a small area of wetness
was visible on her panties. She wondered if Corie had
been this excited, this horny. She was ready.
"Fuckn' A. Damn you look hot." Martin said, playing with
her ass as she turned and displayed her body for him.
When she was facing him again he began to rub her wet
pussy through her already damp panties. She began to
gyrate against his hand and moan between ever deepening
breaths. It seemed like everything else in the room had
disappeared - the cameraman, makeup girl, her husband.
She felt like she was in a trance. "Lay down," she said,
"I want to taste your cock."
Martin smiled and obliged, lying down on his back on the
bed. Leslie climbed across his legs and undid his belt
and pants, pulling them and his underwear down in one
smooth motion. When she looked up she saw Martin's 11
inch cock standing straight up, the tip glistening with
pre-cum.
She took it in her hand and began to stroke it,
spreading the slick pre-cum over the head and shaft. Her
fingers could not reach all the way around. She
remembered the thing about guys liking to see wedding
rings in these videos, and switched to using her left
hand, turning her hand so that the camera had a clear
view of her ring finger. She then leaned in and started
to lick the head of Martin's cock.
He tasted salty from the pre-cum, and his dick was hot
to her tongue. She worked over the head a few times with
her tongue, and then began to take him deep in her
mouth. She felt her tongue pressed down against the
floor of her mouth by the size, and soon felt the urge
to gag when his head hit the back of her throat. She
worked her way up and down to this point, letting her
throat slowly accommodate and feeling the urge to gag
diminish.
She had never really enjoyed giving blowjobs before, and
Derek's was the only penis she had ever had in her mouth
before this. And she only gave him head two or three
times a year. Now it was different, she felt possessed,
and was determined to take more of Martin's cock. She
began to push deeper, feeling his dick go deeper and
deeper down her throat each time.
She nearly gagged twice, but managed to control it and
soon she could feel his pubic hair brushing against her
nose and lips as she engulfed nearly the entire length.
She suddenly felt Martin's hand push forcefully down on
the back of her head and hold her face down, fully
impaled on his cock. She felt her throat stretched and
nearly puked, but after a moment the urge passed. He
held her this way for a few seconds and then relaxed.
She backed off, saliva pouring from her mouth, and then
took him deeply again, looking up at Martin, and the
camera, with her blue eyes.
The world came back to focus a little, and she lifted
her head off Martin and glanced over at Derek. He was
watching in rapt attention, flushed and clearly paying
attention to every detail. She leaned in again, licking
up and down the side of Martin's cock, keeping her eyes
fixed on her husband as she did so.
Martin sat up, and pulled her down on her back, rolling
on top of her. He pulled her bra straps down and began
to lick her nipples. She was so sensitive that she
almost cried out. His hand moved down her belly and
under her panties, and she felt a finger press into her
wet pussy. She moaned louder and began to gyrate her
hips as he began to push farther inside of her.
He moved down in the bed and practically ripped her
panties off. He pressed his hands against her stockinged
thighs and moved her legs apart, and began to lick the
insides of her thighs, working his way towards her moist
hole. He pressed his tongue between her labia and began
to prod into her wetness, avoiding her clit at first but
soon working his way up.
She felt an orgasm rising, and began to breathe in rapid
shallow breaths. His tongue flicked fast and soft
against her clit, and soon her body was racked with an
intense orgasm. She thrashed about on the bed, digging
her nails into the sheets, and started to shout "Oh fuck
fuck fuck, oh god please fuck me with that big black
cock!"
As the last wave of orgasm faded, she felt Martin
pulling her back down towards him. He was sliding up to
meet her, and soon she felt the head of his cock rubbing
against her swollen pussy lips. Her body shuddered
again, and she soon felt the head begin to press inside
her. At first it was pain, and intense flare that
subsided to a dull ache, and then to a deep pleasurable
sensation like she had never felt before.
As he pressed deeper she threw her legs higher into the
air and spread her legs wide, feeling him press deeper
and deeper to her cervix. Soon it began to hurt again,
and she knew she would never be able to take all of him
from this position.
Martin pulled out. "Roll over, get on your knees." he
commanded, and she obeyed. "Face your husband." he said.
She worked her way around on the bed, and was now
looking Derek in the eyes once again. Martin entered her
from behind, and soon was pushing deeper than before. He
was holding her at the waist with his right hand and
cupping her left breast with the other. She began to
push back to meet his thrusts, feeling herself stretch
further with every stroke. She felt pressure now in
places that she had never felt touched before.
She fixed her eyes on Derek. "Ohh baby, see how he's
fucking me? Oh fuck this feels good. Do you like seeing
me get fucked like this?"
"Hell yes, you look so fucking hot right now." Derek
replied, and by the look on his face she knew he meant
it.
She now felt another orgasm coming on, and she dug her
nails into the sheets and pushed back hard against
Martin. He was now in to the hilt, and she felt his
thighs slapping up against her. He now grabbed her by
the waist with both hands and began to pound faster. The
first wave of orgasm hit her, and she felt herself
clamping down on Martin's dick, making the pressure more
intense.
She began to cry out over and over as her entire body
began to shake. Her arms went limp and she simply
pressed her face into the bed and began to groan. After
what seemed like an eternity, the orgasm faded and she
was able to push herself up again. Martin was still
stroking away. How long was he going to last?
Martin's thrusts slowed and then he pulled out slowly.
"Now you on top, I want to see those beautiful tits
bounce while you fuck me." He laid down on his back and
motioned for her to straddle him.
Leslie moved herself over his cock and directed the head
into her now aching pussy with her left hand. She saw
the cameraman moving around to try to get a better shot,
and instinctively lifted her leg to give him a better
view of her wedding ring clad hand directing a huge
black cock inside her. She smiled slyly at the thought
of how much of a whore she had become over the last half
hour. She sat slowly back on Martin's cock, taking the
full length much easier now.
When she was fully down she began to gyrate her hips
back and forth slowly, feeling the ridge of his cock
riding along her clit. She then began to ride up and
down, moving up until she felt the head began to stretch
against her pussy lips, and then moving down until he
was pressing up against her womb.
Her large breasts were bouncing up and down with each
stroke. She looked over her shoulder and saw Derek
watching her intently. She leaned way back to give him a
good view of her bouncing tits and her cock filled
pussy. This angle increased the pressure on her clit,
and she felt waves of pleasure unlike any other so far.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Martin began to say over and over in
his deep voice. He pulled her forward and wrapped his
arms around her neck, beginning to thrust harder with
his pelvis.
Just then Leslie realized that Martin had never put on a
condom. She had been so focused on what it would feel
like to fuck this man that the thought had never crossed
her mind earlier. She started to pull back, but Martin
pulled down harder with his hands. She was about to ask
him to stop, but then another orgasm began to rise
within her. The thought of a strange man cumming inside
of her only increased the thrill, and at this point she
couldn't stop. She was on the pill after all, and they
had both taken STD tests over the past week. She leaned
in told Martin, "I want to feel your cum inside me. Keep
fucking me deep."
He responded by pulling her tight against him and
thrusting at a furious pace. She could feel his balls
slapping against her ass with each stroke now, and soon
she was screaming with another orgasm. Martin moaned,
and she felt his cock swell inside of her and begin to
spasm as he shot wave after wave of hot sperm deep
inside her.
She could feel his cock becoming slick with sperm as it
began to leak out and run down her thigh. He came for
almost a minute, and she felt more sticky wetness
against her thighs. Her orgasm slowly passed, and soon
they were motionless on the bed, his firm cock still
fully impaled in her aching cunt. She was covered with
sweat and trembling in his arms, completely spent.
No one spoke for a long while, then she slowly rolled
off, feeling a plop as his now softening cock pulled
free from her. She laid on her back, her legs spread,
and she saw the cameraman move down to get a shot of the
cum leaking from her swollen pussy. She bore down with
her pelvic muscles and felt a gob of semen run down her
bottom. It felt like a cupful.
Martin moved to the foot of the bed, admiring his
handiwork. "Now that's what a well fucked pussy looks
like my man. Every time you fuck her from now on, you
are gonna think of this." The camera panned from her, to
Derek, then back to her face. "Now wave bye bye."
Leslie gave a small wave to the camera, and then Martin
motioned for him to cut the tape. The cameraman lowered
the recorder, looked at Leslie and simply said "wow"
before walking from the room, leaving the three of them
alone.
"Holy shit!" Martin said, sitting down on the edge of
the bed. He handed Leslie a small towel to clean herself
up with. "That's by far the best yet. Most of my first
timers are so nervous they just lay there like a fish.
You fuck like a pro, but more natural. I could make you
a star in this business. If you ever decide to do
another movie, you have an open invitation from me."
Leslie could only smile faintly at this. With the thrill
now wearing off, the reality of what she had just done
started to sink in. Thoughts of the video becoming
public - their friends and family finding out - started
to creep into her mind. She also began to wonder about
how Derek would react to this in the long run. And him
cumming inside her - she hoped to hell those pills
worked. "Enjoy what you have, because this is a onetime
thing for us."
"Fair enough." Martin stood up to leave the room. "You
certainly more than held up your end of the bargain
tonight. It has definitely been a pleasure. Anna will
have your loan check for you as you leave. Feel free to
use the shower to freshen up before you leave." He
walked out and closed the door behind him.
Leslie stood up and walked over to Derek. He stood to
meet her.
"Are you OK?" He asked.
"Yes, I think so."
"I love you so much," he said, hugging her tight, and
then whispered in her ear, "You are so fucking hot. I
just want you to know how lucky I feel to have you."
"I love you too." She hugged him tight, feeling better
again.
They spoke little as they drove home that evening,
simply holding hands in the car. She wondered how Corie
must have felt at this point, and knew she would have to
call her tomorrow just to have a kindred voice to talk
with. She also wondered about how women decided to do
this for a living. She thought about Martin's offer to
make her a porn star, and it made her shudder a little.
She had no regrets about tonight, but knew this was
something she would never do again.
Or so she thought.
To be continued?
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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