***************************************************
* WARNING!! WARNING!! For ADULTS ONLY!!
* This story contains material of an adult, explicit sexual
* nature. If you are uncomfortable reading material of this
* kind, then DO NOT READ IT.
* WARNING!! WARNING!! For ADULTS ONLY!!
***************************************************
* Please note, I did not write this story, I am posting it
* for someone.
***************************************************
Karen's Cocktail Party
Chapter Four
By
Arc Light
Mrs. Amber Jones continued to struggle with Jerome's long black cock
lodged in her tight and slippery pussy chamber. At long last her taut legs
started to muscle spasm and she slowly slipped to the anaseptic white kitchen
floor. As she slid to the floor, with her eyes still blindfolded and her
wrists clasped together with the silver plated handcuffs, Jerome's semi rigid
black cock slipped out. As he stood above the beautiful blonde wife, he
stroked his shrinking cock coating the torn and shredded black pantyhose. The
white gunk contrasted with the sheer leg covering.
Fred, still chained to the table leg, frantically looked over to his
exhausted wife and felt yet another surge in his spent cock. The black
teenager's copious sperm was running down his wife's thighs and coating the
tattered pantyhose.
Back in the guestroom the remaining three husbands were standing
nervously; completely naked. Each had modestly put their hands over their
shriveled manhood's and were staring at the floor. The two black gangmembers
were sharing humorous references to there undersized white cocks.
At the very moment when the three husbands felt the most humiliated,
the door burst open and in walked the ravishing and stunning Raven. The
statuquese black domitrix strode in and looked in each frightened face in turn.
Once she reached the end of the line, she turned and in a deep voice gave the
first of many commands, "Put your hands behind your head and interlace your
fingers."
Each of the husbands looked at the stern face and rather hesitantly
obeyed the command.........
Raven stood in front of John......... her host. Looking into his eyes,
she reached down and grabbed his shriveled cock and nut sack in her leather
encased hand. As she squeezed, a small tear ran down John's cheek.
"What's wrong little man ? Haven't you ever had a woman play with your
LITTLE TOY ? questioned the leather clad beauty.
John tried to speak.......... but all that came out was a little peep.
"No wonder your wife wanted black cock so bad. You do know that she
begged to be fucked by my son don't you little boy ?" continued the
questioning.
With his hands interlaced behind his head and his cock and nuts firmly
in the grasp of the black domitrix, all John could do was meekly moan, "No...."
"Your little whore tried to get my son to fuck her stinky tight pussy
in my husband's office. But he wouldn't fuck the little bitch there.... He
took her to the warehouse where she not only fucked him but these two brothers
that have been keeping you company," mocked the black woman.
The two other white husbands were becoming very uneasy at the verbal
castration given to John, their host. Fidgeting they prayed their ordeal would
not be as brutal.
Raven, after what seemed an eternity, walked to the next husband,
Seymour Kelly, an upstart attorney with one of the most prestigious law firms
in the city. His reddish hair was swept back and his cock, even under this
mental torture showed the beginnings of hardness.
When Raven grasped his manhood, she smiled as her eyes met his. "The
pretty little red haired plaything must be yours. When I left the living room
my husband Derek was playing with her. Once she has a few drinks she becomes
very passionate, doesn't she ?"
Seymour merely bit his lip. The warm contact was causing his cock to
throb and harden even more.
"The way your wife was kissing my husband she looked like she wanted
cock; Haven't you been taking care of your little wife?" mocked the
intimidating Raven.
"My wife has never cheated on me. She would resist your husband,
ESPECIALLY if he is black," returned Seymour's scornful retort.
"I like you little red haired man. You are the only white boy in here
with a set of nuts. I may let you lick my pussy......" Raven commented as she
gave his hard cock a forceful squeeze.
Raven turned and stood in front of the last man, George Johnson,
husband of Suzanne Johnson. He was noticeably sobbing and jumped as Raven
grasped his shriveled cock.
"Well, little man. You seem to be the stud of the group," laughed
Raven.
"On your knees........ Lick my boots little man," commanded Raven.
The frightened lawyer dropped to his knees immediately. He hesitated
which of course was the worst thing he could have done. Raven's leather clad
had slapped the side of his head causing him great pain in his left ear. He
immediately dropped his face to the shiny black boot and extended his tongue in
obedience.
"Yes little man. I think you might have gotten the point," mocked the
beautiful leather clad black wife.
Raven allowed George to continue his tonguing. He eventually summoned
the courage to travel from the tip to the top of the foot; to the ankle; to the
lower calf; to the top of the knee high boot. As he reached the top of the
boot, he felt the left boot tip slip between his legs and scrape the bottom of
his nut sack. His diminutive little cock hardened as a surge of blood filled
the veins. He gently placed his hands on the nylon covered leg and continued
his tonguing journey up the delightful kneecap. Becoming bold at his
subservient performance, his tongue traveled another inch up the firm and
delightful thigh. Raven's shiny left boot continued to roughly caress his ever
hardening white boy cock.
"Hey little boy. Has your wife ever had the privilege of fucking a
street Niger?" questioned the black beauty.
Stunned by the question Mr. George Johnson, Esquire peeped out an
unconvincing, "No......"
"I bet these two black boys can take your wife to one of the bedrooms
upstairs and bury their dirty black cocks into your little white wife's belly
within thirty minutes," continued Raven.
Her mocking question caused the little white cock to drip a drop of pre
cum on Raven's shiny boot. Seeing the immediate response from her little white
boy she continued the taunting. "Do you want to make a friendly little wager
white boy ?"
George, hoping to ignore the ridiculing black bitch continued tonguing
the soft delightful thigh. His hope was that the black goddess would become as
aroused as his hardening cock. The shiny leather tip had caused his cock to
stretch the tight white penile skin to the limit. It was becoming nearly
painful; but painful in a way he had hoped that it would never end.
"I will bet you that my black members can have both of their cocks
buried in your wife's tight little pussy within thirty minutes. If I win I get
to watch them butt fuck you; if your little tramp remains faithful you get to
lick my pussy. Whatcha say white boy......... Do you think your little susie
two shoes wife can resist a man with a real cock.... not a little white boy
cock like yours?" questioned Raven.....
George, tried to sort out his humiliations. He prayed that his wife
would remain faithful....... but what if she didn't? As he kneeled before the
most sexually exciting woman in his entire life, he wanted nothing else in this
world to sink his tongue in her black lace covered dew box.
If he was wrong about Suzanne the consequences were too horrible to
contemplate. Being sodimized by some black street gang member.............. no
doubt in front of the entire gathered neighborhood.
As his tortured mind tried to analyze the dreaded options, the
tormenting black leather boot lifted his nut sack and forced more of his sticky
pre cum on the boot. This time however it did not retreat but continued the
exquisite contact. The pleasure was driving George mad, as he could think of
nothing but the sensuous touch of leather on his blood engorged testicles.
Taking the bait, he finally looked up at the standing black goddess and
stuttering accepted the challenge....."My wife cannot be seduced by some
fucking street nigger."
His choice of words drew an intense stare from the two seated black
gang members. The flash of hatred soon dissipated into a plan for a fitting
revenge. Both the short and tall gang members let their thoughts race to the
five foot four inch 104 lb brunette seated alone in the living room.
During the lifetime that her husband had been absent, the petite and
anxious beauty had been sitting on the sofa; alone since Amber had been dragged
off by the arrogant seventeen year old son to be savagely fucked from behind in
the kitchen. Although Suzanne had not seen the coupling, she had heard her best
friend scream for the black dick to be buried deep.
Only five feet away her other friend, Jane Kelley had allowed Derek to
openly fondle and grope her many charms. The two adulterers were now seated in
an oversized recliner. Derek had his hand up Jane's skirt and was sensuously
caressing the warm upper thighs........ the naked flesh above the nylon dark
borders. As his hand burnt the tender flesh, he continued to bury his tongue
deep into Jane's wet and warm oral cavity.
Suzanne, normally a teetotaler, had nervously downed five double
scotches in the last hour. Her eyes were becoming glassy and she struggled to
retain conscious in the surreal world evolving around her. Her mind could not
fathom the bizarre developments of this last hour. The total wantonness of her
best friend......... the complete domination by the new black neighbor........
the total and complete capitulation of her husband and the other four white
husbands....... the absolute sexual domination of the five blacks......
and.............. and the strange over powering feelings of arousal within her
tight compact body. Her red lace satin panties were totally soaked. Mrs.
Suzanne Johnson tightly clenched her long beautiful legs together for fear,
that the wet stain would become visible to the vile animals that were in total
and complete domination of the assembled white couples.
Something caught Suzanne's attention and through glazed and unfocussed
eyes, she looked towards the doorway where her husband was being held captive.
Her eyes immediately focused on the large and forbidding (for her husband)
erection that jutted from his stomach. Suzanne could never recall such
firmness; such hardness from her usually limp husband. Blinking, she tried to
focus her stinging eyes and saw her husband being pulled back into the room by
the statuesque leather clad black wife. As he faded from the doorway, the
smaller of the two black gang members appeared and walked towards the sofa
where she was seated. Suzanne immediately dropped her eyes to the floor in
front of where she was seated.
It seemed an eternity before the black combat boots appeared in her
line of sight on the floor in front of her. She slowly looked up into the
black face that had a horrible knife scar running from his ear to his chin. He
had a large gold nose ring and his smiling front teeth were all gold. She
trembled.............. the huge muscles only partially covered by the black
leather jacket frightened the previously sheltered housewife.
"May I have this dance," resonated from deep within the black leather
jacket.
Looking up, for the first time this evening, Susan heard the low jazz
background music enveloping the room. She tried to focus on the hideously
scarred face and broke eye contact when she softly murmured, "I don't think my
husband would approve."
Harsh laughter erupted from her tormentor. "Your husband don't have no
say......" With that brief observation he held out his huge hand for me to
grasp.
"Please, I want to go home.." I begged.
"Don't make me ask again," growled the impatient muscular black. He
pulled off the black leather jacket and threw it on the floor.
Through hazy eyes I looked up... not believing the vision. The black's
massive pectorals looked like concrete blocks; his muscular arms were larger
than my legs. His stomach was a series of steel bands. The baseball bat in his
tight blue jeans reached nearly halfway to his knee.
When he extended his hand again, I heard only a low growl. I extended
my hand and it was engulfed in his huge black paw. I felt myself slowly pulled
up. As I turned my head I saw George standing naked in the doorway with a look
of disbelief on his face. His cock was still rock hard and throbbing; the
black goddess was whispering into his ear.
The black embraced me and the effect of the strong liquor made me very
unsteady. I felt myself being pulled into the rock solid body of the gang
member. His rock solid prod pushed against my sopping pussy and belly. I
draped my arms over his shoulders for balance.......... or at least that's how
I tried to trick my mind.
I couldn't say we were dancing as much as we were grinding against each
other. The black had has muscular fingers on my tight ass cheeks and was
constantly pulling me against the hardening black cock. Trying to regain my
senses, I tried to pull away only to find myself pulled closer to the hard
black body and the hard black..........
My pussy juices were literally running down my hose..... as my mind
short circuited with the intense pleasurable feelings. It was now I who was
rubbing against the hard mass between the black's legs. I tried to raise up on
my tip toes to rub the top of my pussy.... my burning clit against the hard
black cock.
"I'm going to let your husband watch when I fuck you," snarled the
black into my ear.
"Nooooooo....." I managed to sob..
As I continued to rub against the black ever more frantically, he
reached into his pocket and pulled a capsule out. He slowly brought the capsule
to my face.... as a Cobra entices it's victims with it's dance. Unable to
comprehend his motion, I lazily looked into his sneering face as he broke open
the Crystal meth capsule and planted his muscular hand over my nostrils. I
immediately tried to struggle but he held me firmly against his solid body as
the escaping gas catapulted throughout my distraught body.
Desperately, I tried to break free but each second elapsed and shortly
I felt the drug coat my mind. It felt as if my entire body was having an
orgasm. I looked at the grotesque black face and forced my tongue into his
foul smelling mouth. My arms returned to his muscular shoulders and I again
felt his hands return to their place on my ass. I felt the hem of my skirt
being pulled up and the cool air coating my asscheeks as he lowered my red
sating panties. I had remembered to put my panties on last so they would not
interfere with the garter and hose that I had worn to tease my husband with.
George Johnson, Attorney for Con Ed, looked on helplessly as the black
slowly but deliberately stripped his petite wife in front of his eyes. He had
observed her obvious surrender when she buried her tongue into his mouth and
pulled him closer. George felt the leather glove grasp his cock and gently
massage the head between the fingers and thumb.
Raven whispered into his ear, "Your wife looks like a little slut to
me. What did it take her; ........three minutes to beg to be fucked by a
street nigger?"
George desperately wanted to refute the ridiculing statement but he
couldn't refute the fact that his wife was slowly being stripped before his
very eyes. The black evening dress had now found it's way to the pile of her
discarded clothes near her feet. Her only clothing now was the black seamed
stockings suspended by the thin black garter belt and her five inch spiked
heels.
"Go wait for me in the bedroom...." came the order.
As Suzanne passed her husband on the way to the stairs leading to the
master bedroom, he could see the dazed and unbelieving look in her glassy eyes.
Although she looked directly at him it was as if he didn't exist. His hard
cock was being milked by Raven's long fingers as he defeatedly looked after his
sensuous wife. The gentle stroking on the sensitive glans was causing the
cuckold husband a great deal of anxiety and he brought his knees together to
avoid the inevitable.
As the black passed before him he sneered, "I hope she can take a real
cock. After tonight you will be but a memory for my white bitch..."
"Nooooooooo..... " came the mournful sob. His tormented cock sprayed
the carpet with it's discharge as the tender manipulations of his black
mistress finally achieved her insulting climax.
"Follow me white boy. We can watch your sweet wife finally get what
she deserves," Raven commented as she led George down the hall by his now
rapidly deflating manhood.
The two arrived at the door shortly after the black gang member had
entered. George and Raven stood just outside the master bedroom doorway.
"Spread those lips..... I want to see if you are wide enough for a
man's cock little whore.."
Suzanne, her pupils like saucers, delicately pried the wet and sticky
pussy lips apart. She observed her own manipulations of her sex and allowed
herself the pleasure of dragging her fingers along the hooded clit protecting
her dripping, gaping hole. Her actions brings a soft moan and she anxiously
looks to her new lover for her next command.
"Does my little pussy whore want a black cock to fill her hole ?" comes
the ridiculing mimic.
Seductively the petite brunette wife looks at the mocking black with
her smiling eyes. "Cum fill my pussy with that black log of yours." Suzanne
then spreads her legs and gripping her swollen lips pulls them even further
apart.
The sexual invitation is too much for the now naked and rock hard
black. He saunters the few steps to the bed with the wife's eyes transfixed on
his black manhood. Reaching the bed he knee walks between the inviting thighs
of the petite brunette housewife. Gripping the hard black cock he mashes the
head against the sensitive clit bringing a squeal of pleasure from Suzanne.
"Does my lady want her cock ?" ridicules the black.
Panting the housewife desperately begs, "Please, don't tease me. I
need you so baddddd......"
The conquest is complete... Suzanne must have her black fix.. Her
mind has been over ridden by the crystal meth and the black cock teasing her
throbbing sex. She scoots down on the bed hoping to lodge the large male organ
deep within her belly. The strategy fails as the black moves back to avoid the
insertion... HE is the one in charge and it is more fun to torment the
dishonored wife than fuck her.
George is standing by the door when he feels the leathered finger
caress his asscheek and probe his anal chute. The forcefulness of the assault
drops him to his knees. The leather coated finger follows his flight and he
feels the finger again probe; but this time it is firmly lodged into his chute.
The unlubricated finger is ripping the tender muscle as it is forced deeper
into his ass. George looks up as the muscular black continues his mocking
domination of his sex crazed spouse.
"I'll give you a little black cock, if I can mark you as my little fuck
bitch Mrs. Johnson," comes the ridiculing offer.
Suzanne's mind has passed the layer of reason and finally snaps
completely,"Mark me........I'm your little white fuck bitch..... Oh God
Please....... I can't stand it any more....Please Oh God..... GIVE ME YOUR
NIGGER COCK YOU BASTARD..........."
As the black cock is driven home a hideous smile covers Suzanne's
tormentor's face. A leather covered finger is also driven home in a dry anal
chute. The muscles and flesh are ripped apart by Raven's disregard of George's
twin defeats.
George listens and watches as his beautiful wife spreads herself for
the deep and severe pounding of the large powerful cock deeply imbedded in her
tender and stretched married love chamber. Her total surrender has broken him
and the brutal anal rape has ripped his ass apart.
"Here comes a little black baby juice honey lips...." the black
screams.
Suzanne stretching her long legs grips the back of his thighs with her
ankles and pulls the pumping black bastard deeper into her aching and ravished
hole. The black raises on his knees and in one furious lunge buries the long
cock to his balls in Suzanne's stretched pussy. The blast scalds the wife's
inner chamber and she feels the copious sperm lash against her sensitive and
burning loins. Her receptacle of lust cannot handle the scalding discharge and
the sticky goo drips out of her stretched and swollen lips.
The black has planted his lips on the wife's flawless neck and has
sucked a silver dollar hickey on her neck. The sucking was pleasurable to the
distraught wife and the black laughs at the hideous scar. He pulls out and
sits on the edge of the bed for a brief moment.
Looking down at the violated husband, he smiles before rising. The
cuckold husband is kneeling in front of a puddle of white boy spunk. It is not
a large puddle and his shriveled little cock has retreated leaving only the
head visible.
George's trance is broken when the black kicks him in the face. "Clean
me... Your wife's drippings make me itch white boy."
Raven kneels down beside her plaything and inserts the finger deeper,
"You probably won't fit in your wife anymore. She has had a real man and I
don't think you will measure up ever again.."
The black slaps George's face with his still rock hard cock. The sperm
rope attaches to his face and he defeatedly looks into the conqueror's
unforgiving face. The black cock slips effortlessly into his dry mouth, where
he obediently cleans the weapon. He can taste his wife who is still writhing
on the bed only five feet away. As he gobbles the spunk from the black cock he
wonders if Suzanne is lost forever................
***************************************************
If you would like to read more of Arc Light's excellent stories
then please visit the Arc Light Archive at:
www.voicenet.com/~cgstorys/cgstorys.html
Enjoy!!!
***************************************************
If you enjoyed this story then please email me and I will
pass on appropriate comments to the author.
If you have any suggestions for a story then please email.
CGStories@AOL.COM
TerraNET CGStories#AOL.COM @506
***************************************************