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Reluctant Submission
by Anonymous (2014)

***

Two couples, one black and one white, had been great 
friends since college days. Even though the white 
wife was sexually attracted to her black friend, she 
thought she would never cheat. Circumstances arose 
where she was vulnerable, relaxed by alcohol, and the 
determination of her attractive black friend. (MF, 
reluc, wife, cheat, intr, preg)

***


In our circle of friends there was one black couple, 
Mark and Sally. My husband and Mark had met in 
collage when they were both playing football, and 
they had become fast friends. The friendship 
continued after college when they settled in the same 
city. We had gone to each other's wedding and Sally 
and I became close friends. 

We had an active social life, and frequently got 
together with Sally and Mark as well as our other 
friends. They were a handsome couple and we had many 
enjoyable times together. Rumor had it that Mark was 
quite a stud, and in the past had no difficulty 
dating women, often white women. This I learned from 
my husband. I certainly could understand his appeal 
to women as he was not only handsome, but also 
charming. Ray said he had a sizeable cock which he 
noted when they showered after football.

I admit I was attracted to him-I don't think it was 
just because he was good looking, but there was an 
element of a primitive nature that appealed to me, 
and I think that was because he was black as well as 
handsome, in other words the attraction of the 
forbidden. There were times when he looked at me that 
I felt a tingle of lust, and I would blush. He would 
smile and I was sure that he was aware of the effect 
he had on me. 

There were also times when Ray and I were making love 
that I would fantasize that it was Mark who was 
fucking me, and I would come very forcibly. This was 
a mental kind of unfaithfulness that made me feel 
guilty. Nevertheless I couldn't control my feelings, 
and I couldn't control my arousal when he would look 
at me, sensing the effect he had on me. Sometimes 
under his steady gaze I would become moist-it was 
embarrassing. 

Often Sally and I would get together when our 
husbands were occupied, and sometimes during our 
woman's talk, she would talk about her husband, often 
when she loosened up after a couple of glasses of 
wine. She did confirm that her husband was well 
endowed, and that sometimes she needed a rest from 
him. She confessed that he had been with other women, 
often with white married women, and that had happened 
since they had been married. She said she didn't like 
it, but she ignored it because he always came back to 
her, and she didn't want to rock the boat.

Then Sally said I've seen the way you two look at 
each other, and I think you are attracted to him. I 
flushed at this, so she knew she was on the mark. 
"You are a good friend, and I think if you were to 
have sex with him, I wouldn't feel badly about it. 
Maybe then you would both get it out of your system 
and things would return to normal, and we would still 
be friends."

I was amazed at this conversation. It seems she was 
actually giving me permission to have sex with Mark. 
She laughed at my consternation and said "It's only 
sex, not a big commitment. As I said he always comes 
back to me, so I overlook his straying. 

He certainly has proven with some white wives that 
the rumors they have heard are at least true in 
Mark's case. When he screws them they know they have 
been filled, and well and truly fucked. He enjoys his 
conquests, especially of some good looking white 
wives, giving them an experience that their husbands 
can't provide."

I know he gets a real boot out of seducing a faithful 
white wife, stripping her, spreading her legs and 
mounting her, giving her an experience she won't 
forget. He is really sticking it to the husband while 
actually sticking it to his wife. It is a humbling 
experience for both of them, when the wife's 
resistance is overcome, and she surrenders her body, 
lying spread and helpless as he enters her. 

And you know, there are husbands who like to watch 
their wife being fucked by a well-hung black stud 
like Mark. It's happened, and Mark really enjoys it 
when the husband is watching him ravishing his 
moaning wife. Mark says it doesn't get better than 
that.

I went away thinking about what Sally said. I was 
amazed, and I was not about to repeat what she said 
to my husband. She was actually giving me a green 
light to have sex with her husband? This puts a whole 
new perspective on our relationship.

However, even though I fantasize about him, I am not 
about to risk my marriage by having sex with him, and 
I told Sally exactly that. She laughed saying, "Mark 
has the ability to change a woman's mind." This 
conversation was making me extremely uncomfortable, 
mostly because I was aroused by the things that she 
was saying.

I was sure that Mark would make a move on me, and I 
was not disappointed. He stopped in one day when he 
was sure that I was alone, and soon was pulling me 
into an embrace. I resisted when he tried to kiss me, 
but he held me firmly and soon he did kiss me. I 
turned my head and said "no Mark-we can't do this." 
But he was soon kissing me again, and involuntarily I 
was becoming aroused. He slid his hand down to my ass 
and pulled me tightly against him: I could feel his 
erect cock against my body.

I was trembling in his embrace, and said, "This can't 
happen! I can't do this with you. I've never been 
unfaithful to Ray." I managed to break away from him, 
but I was shaking from the experience-I had almost 
given in to him. My body wanted to but I wasn't about 
to make my husband a cuckold. We settled down and had 
coffee. I think he knew how close I was to 
surrendering to him.

After he left I fantasized about him-I just couldn't 
control my emotions. He evoked a deep- seated feeling 
of lust. I think something primeval in wanting to 
cross racial barriers and being taken and used by 
him, wondering what he would do to a white woman who 
was helpless, and giving herself to him.

I didn't think that this was the end of his attempts 
to seduce me, and it wasn't long before I was proven 
right.

Sally was out of town visiting her mother, and my 
husband had invited Mark for dinner. I didn't get 
back from my office job before six, and by that time 
they both were drinking and telling football stories. 
Ray fixed me a drink and soon another one as they 
said I was behind. The two of them were fixing 
dinner, and it looked pretty good. I hadn't changed 
from my working clothes, but I took off the jacket of 
my suit leaving me in a blouse and skirt. 

A bottle of wine was consumed at dinner, and by the 
time dinner was over none of us was feeling any pain. 
While I cleaned up the men continued telling football 
stories, and we all had an after dinner drink. When I 
finished up in the kitchen I went into the family 
room, and only Mark was there. I asked where Ray 
went, and Mark said he went upstairs.

I found Ray sound asleep, snoring, and looking like 
he had passed out. I tried to arouse him but I was 
unsuccessful. When I came down I told Mark that he 
was dead to the world; passed out.

Mark said, "I guess I better head out." We finished 
our drink, and when we stood up he pulled me into his 
arms and kissed me. I was startled at the sudden 
move, and for a moment did nothing as he held me in a 
long kiss. I broke the kiss and said "no Mark! I 
can't do anything with you." But he ignored my 
protest, pulling me into his arms again, kissing me 
passionately, his strong arms immobilizing me.

I was both aroused and panicky, feeling helpless in 
his arms. I was also aware that the drinks I had 
consumed were making me more susceptible to his 
advances. In a moment he undid my skirt button, 
pulled the zipper down, and was pushing my skirt down 
over my hips till it fell to the floor. 

I said, "My God Mark, we can't do this, please... my 
husband is just upstairs." I tried unsuccessfully to 
push him away.

"He may be just upstairs, but from what you said he 
is not going to surface soon. I just want to hold you 
for a bit, and then I'll head home." But while he was 
saying this he was unbuttoning my blouse at the back- 
pulling it off my arms, and pitching it onto a chair. 
Now I was standing only in my bra and sheer lacy 
slip, which did little to hide a view of my panties. 
Recognizing that I was aroused I became alarmed at my 
response.

"Mark, you've got to stop. I can't let you make love 
to me. Please! Please don't do any more! I've never 
been unfaithful to my husband. You are an attractive 
man but I just can't let you do it to me." He knew I 
was responding, and even though I was pleading with 
him, I didn't think he would stop trying to seduce 
me.

I was proven right when he lifted me into his arms, 
placing me on the large sofa. When I tried to sit up 
my slip rose above my stocking tops, exposing my bare 
thighs and garter straps. He kissed me again, holding 
me firmly, reaching behind my back and unsnapping my 
bra, freeing my breasts. I struggled weakly but he 
pushed me flat on the sofa, holding my shoulders down 
as he kissed me again, and began caressing my breasts 
with his fingertips. 

He replaced his fingers with his lips and tongue till 
my nipples were stiff. Now I was half naked in his 
arms, and responding against my will as he caressed 
my bare thighs above my stocking tops. I knew if I 
didn't stop him soon I would find myself lying under 
him with my legs spread, and taking his cock into me. 
I thought I can't take much more of this, as my body 
responded to him, my vagina moistening.

I began struggling, but I was weak with my arousal, 
my body flushed. He had pulled up my slip till it was 
under my ass, my sheer panties exposed to him. I 
protested again saying "this has to stop. I can't 
give myself to you, so please don't do any more. You 
know I'm attracted to you, but I can't let you fuck 
me."

"I won't do anything against your wishes. I just want 
to hold you and caress you, and I will be satisfied 
with that." With that assurance I began to relax in 
his arms. "You promise you won't do it to me?"

He said, "I will not force you to have sex with me. 
You're so beautiful, and it would be wonderful to 
make love to you, but I'll respect your wishes." I 
was reassured by that and began to relax.

Then he started pulling my panties down and I said 
"no! Don't take my panties off!" He said he needed to 
take them off so he could pleasure me with his mouth, 
so I lifted my hips and he took my panties off, naked 
now except for my stockings and garter belt. I 
resisted when he began to separate my legs, but he 
said he couldn't pleasure me unless I opened my legs, 
so I complied. 

Then he began doing things with his mouth and tongue 
on my labia and clitoris that had me trembling and 
moaning, lifting me to erotic levels that I didn't 
think possible. My legs were fully spread and lifted 
as he pleasured me. He alternated between lifting and 
stroking my bud with his tongue, then sliding it back 
and forth into my cunt. I was on an erotic plateau, 
my body overwhelmed with waves of pleasure, spasms 
that went on and on, and I cried out with the 
intensity of my orgasm.

I was so overwhelmed by my climax that I didn't 
notice that he had stripped, nor did I notice 
anything till he mounted me, pressing his cock 
against my lips, moistening it.

I said "no! Don't put it in me! You promised! Please 
don't fuck me! I can't do this. I'm begging you. 
Don't fuck me!" I was tearful and panicky as I felt 
the pressure of his cock against me. I was so weak 
from my powerful orgasm that I was helpless. I felt 
myself stretching as he pressed against me. He was 
pushing powerfully and I was stretched more and more 
till I thought I couldn't open any further, and the 
pressure of his fully erect cock was hurting. 

He gripped my hips, pushing in even harder, and I 
cried out as I was entered. My cunt was so stretched 
around him that it was painful. He waited, then 
slowly began advancing his cock into the depths of my 
cunt till I didn't think I could take any more. Then 
I cried out again as I was fully impaled. I had never 
been so filled. It was done.

He stayed fully into me till I got used to his size, 
and then began slowly moving in me, sliding his cock 
fully in and out. Then there was nothing but this 
huge cock centered in my body, evoking unbelievable 
sensations of pleasure as he stroked into me, my cunt 
fully stretched around him. All my resistance was 
gone as I fully opened my legs to this cock that 
filled me, enjoying the most erotic experience of my 
life as he serviced me so competently. 

Then I thought, my God-he was in me with no 
protection. I couldn't take the pill so my husband 
always used a condom. I moaned, "Please don't come in 
me, I'm not protected." 

He said he wouldn't as he continued thrusting his 
cock deep into my pussy. I was reassured, and now 
gave myself totally over to the incredible pleasure 
he provided, helpless as his plunging cock lifted me 
to an erotic plateau, sustaining me there, fucking me 
tirelessly.  

He increased his thrusting, carrying me along with 
him as I began to feel a spasm, starting in my pussy, 
spreading to my pelvis, and then throughout my whole 
body, as I was overwhelmed with an incredible 
experience that caused me to shake, clutching him 
with my legs and arms, saying, "Don't stop! Don't 
stop!"

At that moment I felt him swelling in me, spurting 
into the depths of my cunt as he gripped my ass. I 
could feel the spasms of his cock, and the thought 
that he could make me pregnant totally carried me 
away, prolonging my orgasm at this primitive mating. 
I had cried out again and again in the throes of my 
climax, my body throbbing beneath him.

It was finally over, and it was sometime before he 
removed his shrinking cock, and lifted off me. I 
began sobbing at the enormity of my transgression. It 
was the first time I had been unfaithful, cuckolding 
my husband, and with a black man who filled me with 
his semen, some of which was wetting my inner thighs, 
but plenty was still in me. 

I had turned over total control of my body to this 
man who had raised me to unbelievable heights of 
ecstasy, and now lying beside me, smiling at his 
conquest. Another beautiful white wife seduced, on 
her back, legs spread and taking his cock into her, 
filling her with his sperm. For him it didn't get 
better than that.

I began sobbing, filled with remorse that I had been 
seduced by him, yielding my body to this black man, 
lying under him, as he filled me with a cock that 
drove me to erotic heights that I didn't think 
possible. I was unnerved by the experience. I 
couldn't believe that I had submitted to him, flushed 
and trembling as I yielded, helpless, opening my legs 
and being serviced by that huge cock that thrust into 
me so powerfully.  

Finally I got control and began dressing, pulling my 
panties over my sticky thighs. I said "this isn't 
going to happen again, and it wouldn't have happened 
if I hadn't had all those drinks." We finished 
dressing, and I said, "You can let yourself out." 

I found Ray still sound asleep, and before I got into 
my nightgown I washed my thighs and pussy. Some 
seamen still came out, but there was plenty that 
didn't. I was awash with his sperm. I was tearful as 
I slipped into bed beside the husband that I had 
cuckolded, reliving the wild experience that his good 
friend had provided.

My life did not return to normal. I could not forget 
the way I had been taken and ravaged by Mark. The 
experience reminded me of how vulnerable I was, and 
at times I would feel myself moistening as I relived 
the experience. 

I was resolved that it wouldn't happen again, but my 
resolve was shaken when Mark appeared at my door, 
knowing that my husband was working. He moved to me, 
lifting me into his arms. In spite of my protests and 
my resistance, he carried me into our bedroom. I 
still struggled, saying, "No Mark, I can't do this 
again, please stop." But he ignored this and began 
stripping me. 

He quickly removed my dress, then my bra and slip. 
Then I just stood there as he took my panties off, 
now standing naked before him. He quickly stripped, 
then pushed me down on the bed. As I looked at his 
huge erect cock I knew I was going to be taken again, 
and I felt myself moistening with my arousal.

He pushed my legs apart and mounted me. I had stopped 
struggling and protesting. I was tearful as I 
surrendered to him, and I was unresisting as he 
pressed the bulbous head of his cock against my wet 
labia, pressing powerfully, my cunt giving way to the 
intense pressure, and with a wail I was entered. My 
knees lifted as he advanced his cock into the depths 
of my vagina, filling me completely.

He began a steady thrusting that lifted me into an 
erotic high, sustaining me there. I felt him swelling 
even more, knowing that he was going to come in me 
again. I knew it was no use asking him not to. I felt 
him spurting his semen into me, and I was shaken by a 
powerful orgasm, clutching him with my legs and arms, 
my body is spasm beneath him. 

Finally he lifted off me, smiling because he did it 
to me again, happy that he had made me climax as he 
filled me with his semen. I was lying there with my 
legs still spread, sperm leaking from me as he 
dressed and left. 

This had to stop-I couldn't let him fuck me again-I 
had to break the passionate hold he had on me, so 
strong that I couldn't prevent him from taking me.

It seemed that fate entered into the decision, as I 
was told that Sally and Mark were leaving as Mark was 
being transferred to another city. I breathed a sigh 
of relief-perhaps now I would be free of the 
compulsion to be fucked by him.

About a week before they were to leave town, and when 
Ray was away at a seminar, a crisis again. I had just 
finished dressing to attend a women's business 
meeting when Mark showed up. I said "Oh no! You are 
not going to fuck me again. You need to leave-NOW!" 

"You're eminently fuckable, so why shouldn't I give 
you a going away present?"

"Please go-I've got to get to a meeting, and I'm not 
going to get on my back for you again."

"Well, maybe we can think of a different position for 
you." And with that he picked me up and carried me 
into the bedroom, dropping me on the bed.

"No! Please! I can't do this. I can't let you take me 
again. You've done enough to me, and I can't do this 
to my husband. I can't be unfaithful again."

"Oh, I think you can-one more time will be good for 
you-I think you need servicing again, and your 
husband is not going to take care of you like I can. 
And since you are all dressed up to go to your 
business meeting I'm not going to strip you." 

He was smiling as he flipped me over on my stomach, 
pulling my blouse out of my skirt, lifting it up 
above my bra which he unsnapped, freeing my breasts. 
I was struggling and pleading but that didn't stop 
him from stroking my breasts and nipples which were 
stiffening to his touch. He pulled me to my knees, 
flipping my skirt and slip up till they were hanging 
from my waist, my panty clad ass now exposed to him. 
Next he slipped my panties down to my knees, exposing 
me erotically, my moist cunt fully displayed to him.

I was both aroused and frantic - I had never been 
exposed so lewdly. I pleaded again saying "please 
don't put it in me. I'm begging you-please don't fuck 
me. Don't do it to me. Not like this!"

He ignored my protests as he pressed my head and 
shoulders to the bed, spreading my thighs till my 
panties were stretched at my knees. He gripped me 
with one arm around me, holding me in position, 
stroking my vagina and clitoris with his free hand. I 
sobbed, unable to control my arousal, moistening more 
to his caresses. 

I was shocked, exposed to him like this, my garter 
belt stretched over my rounded ass, my cunt opening 
to him. I had never been taken this way; it was so 
primitive, helpless, and surrendering to this black 
man, and suddenly I was overcome by the erotic nature 
of this, knowing I had no defense against being 
fucked by him. 

He had stripped and now positioned his fully erect 
cock against my pussy, just holding it there, wetting 
it on my vulva. He teased me with it, moving it up 
and down between my lips, keeping it there, enjoying 
my helplessness, showing me that he was in charge. I 
was moaning, waiting for the inevitable, 
surrendering, knowing I was about to be ravished 
again. I was flushed and trembling as he was poised 
to enter me.

Holding my hips in position, he pushed powerfully as 
he stretched and entered me, and I screamed as I was 
penetrated. I was groaning as he continued pressing 
into me till I was fully impaled, and I cried out as 
I climaxed. I couldn't believe I had come so quickly. 
He waited till my spasms subsided, then began slowly 
and steadily began thrusting into me. It was so wild 
and primitive, taken like this, having no control 
over the thorough fucking I was receiving, my very 
helplessness making this the most erotic experience 
of my life. 

He continued thrusting his huge cock into my 
stretched cunt, driving me to higher and higher 
levels of passion, my body responding to the thorough 
fucking I was receiving, moaning as I was driven 
towards another climax. I felt him swelling, tightly 
clutching my ass as he began spurting into me, 
filling me with his semen. Groaning, I cried out, my 
vagina in spasms around him, my body shaking in the 
throes of my orgasm which went on and on.

When he withdrew his shrinking cock he pulled my 
panties up, trapping our fluids; then dropped my 
skirt and slip down, moving beside me, smiling at 
this wife who had been thoroughly fucked and driven 
to a climax by a black man who filled her with his 
sperm. 

Now I knew what it felt like to be truly ravished, to 
be fucked so powerfully. Submitting, against my will, 
taken and used by him. He enjoyed having this white 
wife helpless, her legs spread, as he pushed his big 
cock into her. Now I knew what a black stud like him 
could do to a white woman who surrendered her body to 
him. 

It was so primitive... so erotic, being taken from 
behind, on my hands and knees, his thick cock 
thrusting into me. I was helpless as he fucked me so 
powerfully, filling me with his semen, perhaps 
inseminating me. As I felt the spasms of his cock, I 
thought he is making me pregnant, and it made my 
orgasm even more intense.    

I was sobbing again, having submitted once more, and 
being driven to heights of ecstasy that left me 
shattered, and with a cunt that was awash with his 
semen. I knew it was useless asking him not to come 
in me. And knowing he was ejaculating into my 
unprotected cunt, and the thought that he might be 
impregnating me sent me over the top. But I felt 
degraded that I had submitted to this black stud who 
had taken me and fucked me so competently, taking 
pleasure in my submission.

I got my bra and blouse fixed, and he pushed me out 
the door, not letting me clean up, his semen wetting 
my panties.

I realized I was helpless, and I knew I would submit 
again if he tried to fuck me. It was fortunate that 
they were leaving town, and I resolved not to be 
alone with him again.

I loved my husband, and I couldn't understand why I 
had been unfaithful, why I had submitted my body to 
this man, and been fucked so thoroughly. It was 
something raw and primitive, this black man releasing 
a powerful erotic response that I never knew I was 
capable of. 

I had been driven to the point where my whole body 
was centered on this huge cock which was filling me, 
thrusting into my cunt, till my body was shaking, and 
I had exploded as his throbbing cock spurted into the 
depths of my vagina. At that time I knew I would 
submit to him whenever he wanted; that I would 
willingly spread my legs, opening my cunt for him; to 
be penetrated again, and filled with his semen.    

Then a couple of days later, Sally called and invited 
me to lunch at a quiet restaurant she liked, wanting 
to get together before they left town. I agreed, and 
I wondered if she knew what had happened between her 
husband and me. 

After we ordered, she made it clear that she did 
know. Sally said, "I know what happened between the 
two of you. Mark told me everything, including all 
the details of each time he fucked you." 

I was shattered that she knew everything.

She continued, saying, "How did you like having that 
big cock in you? He really did it to you he said. And 
how did you like being on your hands and knees with 
your ass in the air, taking his cock into you from 
behind? I wish I had been there to see him fucking 
you that way, and filling you with his semen. I don't 
suppose Ray knows how you've been serviced by my 
husband."

I was flushed with embarrassment as she continued. 
"Don't feel bad. Mark has a sexual aura about him 
that attracts white women, and he loves fucking white 
wives, making a cuckold of their complacent husbands. 
Sometimes the husband likes to watch his moaning wife 
being serviced, watching his thick cock working away 
in his wife. He feels empowered, sticking it to the 
husband while actually sticking it to his wife." 

I was getting angry at this point. I said, "How could 
you want your husband to fuck other women? And to 
enjoy hearing about it?" 

She replied, "It's black people's time now, making 
white women pay for what was done to black women in 
slavery days. You won't forget what it was like lying 
under a black stud like Mark with your legs spread 
and taking his big cock in you, and filling you with 
his semen. 

"Do you think he make you pregnant? You know, if he 
did you won't be the first white woman he's knocked 
up. We really enjoy it when he gets a white woman 
pregnant, especially a married one. A real present 
for the husband."

"I thought we were our friends. I can't believe he 
told you everything, and you enjoyed hearing about 
what he did to me."

"Don't feel bad, I encouraged him to seduce you, 
knowing what a faithful wife you were, and I couldn't 
wait to hear all about the details of how he fucked 
you. I wish I had been there to see him working away 
in you, your legs spread, your pussy filled, and you 
moaning, and crying out as you came. He gave you some 
experiences you're not likely to have again, and you 
should be thrilled at being serviced by a black man 
with a very large cock."

I had heard enough, and I left. I was angry that I 
had been set up by both of them, and had been their 
entertainment. I was happy when they left, but I 
could not forget the way I had responded to him, 
helpless as he fucked me to powerful climaxes. 

There was more fallout. Sally's wish came true. I 
found out that I was pregnant and I was devastated. I 
knew that it had to be Mark's baby I was carrying. 
The timing was right. What to do? I would have to 
confess to my husband everything that had happened, 
and there would be an awful scene.

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