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Subject: The Saga of Joanne (M/F, Cheating Wife, Interracial) - joann1.txt [1/1]
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* This story contains material of an adult, explicit sexual
* nature. If you are uncomfortable reading material of this
* kind, then DO NOT READ IT.
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M/F, Cheating Wife, Interracial
The Saga of Joann - Chapter 1 - The First Time
by Arc Light
The twenty year marriage of Mike and JoAnn Reinhardt was
rapidly deteriorating. Mike, the over worked Life Insurance Agent
was working nearly fifty hours per week. He was valiantly
attempting to provide for his non working wife and his seventeen
year old daughter.
JoAnn, age 40, was in extremely firm condition. During their
marriage JoAnn had developed as the dominant love mate.
Whenever the stressed out husband begged for sex JoAnn
considered it an ever expanding game to come up with new and
different ways to deprive her meek husband of his spousal right.
Lately she mocked her husband by laying passively while he thrust
his six inch cock into her warm but motionless supple body. After
he shot forth his less than ample discharge she ridiculed his
minuscule discharge.
The married couple lived on a five hundred acre farm which
consisted primarily of hills and timber. Their seventeen year old
daughter, with bright red hair and a body of a goddess had just
became the queen of the county fair.
JoAnn, to ridicule her totally pussy whipped husband had chosen
to cut her own long red hair so short that it barely covered her
ears. Mike had always loved the long flowing hair and the
intentional shedding of her most striking feature was another slap
at the usually uptight husband. During his last three attempts at
making love with his perfectly proportioned wife his manhood had
failed to live up to its expected task. These latest failings gave
the 5' 7"; 125 LB wife additional ammunition in her continuing abuse
of her love mate.
On a cool Tuesday morning Mike meekly dressed and left his
home in the hills to make his daily insurance calls. Both Mike and
JoAnn realized that he would not return until after dark that late
September day. Waiting until her husband had departed; and her
daughter drove off to high school. JoAnn leisurely got up and took
a soothing and relaxing bath. She was disturbed by the door bell
and throwing a towel around her perfect tight body ran to the
upstairs window to see who was disturbing her at 10:00 AM this
beautiful fall day.
Observing a county Sheriff's car parked in the drive she muttered
an obscenity under her breath. She quickly remembered that she
had reported someone dumping trash in the farther most valley on
the hilly farm. Yelling from the second floor window she
announced that it would take a minute for her to dress.
Waiting impatiently by the farm house screen door was Sheriff
Jerome Washington who had made the special trip to the isolated
farmhouse. A twinge of hardness developed in his pants as he
heard the sweet voice of the forty year beauty. He had observed
Mrs. Reinhardt on many occasions and was anxious to get the
uppity little bitch in the country. The Sheriff was a massive
structure of Ebony Muscle but not very intelligent. However he
did have one quality besides wearing the uniform of the chief law
enforcement officer in the county. That quality was an extremely
dominant personality. His second most impressive quality was that
of being one mean son of a bitch.
JoAnn quickly dressed and smiling chose to not put on a bra. Her
38A breasts; even after forty years were tight and hard and thrust
out against the white cotton blouse. Being mischievous she tied
the tails of the white blouse under her firm breasts and left the
top three buttons unbuttoned. She then slipped on a pair of French
cut black lace panties and chose the shortest; tightest cut off Jean
shorts that she had. Yes, she thought, the black ignorant Sheriff
was going to get an eyeful. JoAnn smirked to herself that today
she was going to tease another of the inferior male species and
leave their little manhood hard and dribbling. Pulling on white
ankle socks she slipped on a pair of black cowboy boots and
bounded down the stairs. As she came down the stairs her small
breasts bounced against the cotton blouse making the nipples
harden.
She became somewhat startled as she rounded the stairs and found
the arrogant black sheriff with his feet on the kitchen table eating
an apple. "Well, howdy Mrs. Reinhardt. It looks like you have
dressed up for me......... for our little jaunt in the woods".
Taken back by the uninvited appearance of the Sheriff in her
kitchen; and by his less than subtle reference to the "trip to the
woods" she meekly nodded.
As the two walked towards the door the Sheriff gave the pretty
housewife a little pat on her well padded cut offs. Turning angrily
to face the forward sheriff she let out a string of put downs;
"Don't you ever touch me again you black son of a bitch. Do you
hear me!!"
Amused by the quick and vicious remark Sheriff Jerome merely
smiled and held the door for the now enraged housewife to exit.
Silently the two entered the squad car and the Sheriff sped off after
receiving the directions given by the still infuriated beautiful
housewife.
As the County Squad car hurtled down the backroads; and then
over the cow paths the Sheriff was planning the next confrontation
with the little bitch seated beside him. Glancing over he seen the
small but perfect breasts straining against the tight blouse. Letting
his eyes drop he felt a hardness develop as he observed the tanned
long legs of Mrs. JoAnn Reinhardt. Eyeing the vortex where they
came together he thought that he observed several red hairs
peaking out from the tight crotch of the blue denim cut offs.
"I would suggest Sheriff that you keep your eyes on the road you
disgusting rodent.," shot JoAnn's malicious reply.
Turning his eyes back to the road the steaming Sheriff knew that
the time was clearly near.
Making one final turn the car plowed up the wet path until it came
to a screeching stop near a clump of trees that shielded the top of a
steep hill.
JoAnn was the first out and she stepped out at a rapid pace. "See
if you can keep up Ass Hole," she yelled back at the black Sheriff
as he took his time getting out of the squad car.
He caught up with the wife about half way down the hill. She had
a thin film of sweat covering her tight body. As the Sheriff walked
up to where she was standing she felt a twinge of fear. . . . . . .
Before either could say anything the Sheriff swung the back of his
hand and slapped the beautiful JoAnn across the cheeks. The
force of the blow knocked the red haired beauty to the damp
ground. "That's for back talking me. Don't you ever act like a
bitch to me again or I'll spank that big ass of yours with my leather
belt. Got that Bitch ?"
The suddenness of the blow; and the domineering and forceful
manner which the Sheriff took charge caught the now prone
JoAnn by surprise. She could not do anything but nod her head.
As she turned her head she felt the warm blood oozing from her
cut lip.
She quietly rose to her feet and looked at her tormentor. The
initial sense of fear again surfaced in her mind and she suddenly
felt that she might lose control of her bladder.
The Sheriff sneered as he regained control. The arrogance had
returned. As his mind swirled with his anticipated revenge the
hardness returned to his huge cock as he viewed the delicate
morsel standing in front of him. Her look of fear; the cut lip;
the white blouse tied under the pert breasts; and her trembling
tanned legs.
"I want to see those little titties of yours. Untie your blouse
Bitch."
Shocked into the reality of her current situation she meekly
nodded her head. Her bladder seemed to be bursting; from fear
(?).
"I won't tell you a second time. You want to taste some more of
your blood Mrs. Reinhardt?" questioned Sheriff Dave.
Her tongue licked her inner lip and submissively she reached for
the knot holding the blouse together. Slowly undoing the knot she
let the two tails come apart. As the blouse forced it's way open
she timidly let her eyes fall to the ground.
Lewdly the Sheriff let the beautiful vision soak into his now racing
mind. Realizing that he had gained the upper hand he moved on to
the second phase of domination; one that he had traveled on many
occasions; with many of the wives of the county. He could only
marvel at the number of submissive and guilty white housewives.
"Unbutton your shorts. . . . . . . Let them fall to your feet,"
came the next mocking order.
Submissively JoAnn felt her fingers undo the metal button at the
bottom of her tight tummy. The cut offs were tight and she had to
wiggle her hips to get the tight jeans to slip down to her black
cowboy boots. After the demeaning act was accomplished she did
not look up into the forbidding eyes of her captor.
Smiling the Sheriff questioned the now sobbing housewife. "Do
you want me to take your panties down Mrs. Reinhardt ?"
Finally she allowed her eyes to search out the dark and forbidding
slits of the Sheriff. "Please . . . . . . . . . . . Let me go.
I won't say anything," begged the now beaten housewife.
Ignoring her pleas the Sheriff merely repeated his question. "Do
you want me to slide your black lace panties down to your ankles
or would you rather I show you my leather belt ?"
Although JoAnn felt her firm and tight body start to tremble she
could not tell if it was from fear. . . . . . . or from sexual
excitement that seemed to be consuming her body. She could feel
the hard pencil eraser sized nipples harden in the cool forest air;
she could feel the beginning of pussy dew form in the tight crotch
of her black lace panties. Never in her forty years had a man so
dominated her. She was used to her kind gentle husband; not this
domineering monster of a man. As her mind raced she noticed the
six foot Sheriff take the first step towards her trembling frame.
As he closed the five feet between them she again let her eyes fall
to the leaf coated ground. When the Sheriff was next to his
trembling captive he slowly; agonizingly slowly inserted his fingers
and thumb in the elastic top of the feminine panties and slowly
dragged the sexy document down the long and beautiful legs. He
let the panties fall to the tops of the cowboy boots.
He then took the delicate cheek into his large hand and raised the
pretty face. Tears were slowly dripping from her emerald eyes.
"Spread yourself," came the surprisingly soft command.
Mrs. JoAnn Reinhardt, her eyes staring into Sheriff Dave's
sneering face meekly spread her legs. As the Sheriff sensed this
last act of surrender he let his right index finger take inventory of
her tight and now moist pussy chamber. He then brought the wet
finger to the wife's lips and smeared the wet finger over her dark
red lips.
"Turn around," came the precise command.
JoAnn meekly shuffled her booted feet and managed to turn 180
degrees. The panties and the cut offs were still binding her ankles
and the white blouse hung loosely; completely unbuttoned. She
felt her hands being drawn behind her and the metallic click of the
handcuffs as they were attached to her petite wrists. Once
attached the brutal Sheriff pushed the trembling housewife. Poor
JoAnn fell face first and with her hands bound behind her, she could
do nothing except fall and allow her breasts to take the biggest part
of the hard impact.
Laying face down on the moist leaf covered ground she heard the
Sam Browne gun belt fall to the ground. The next sound; almost
deafening was the metallic zipper being pulled down.. "Get up on
your knees you little bitch!" came the domineering command.
Apprehensively she pulled her knees to her chest, raising the tight
ass to hip level. "Do you want me to take your ass or your
sopping pussy?" questioned the lecherous Sheriff.
Frightened by the question Mrs. Reinhardt tried to turn her head to
see the brutal Sheriff. "Please. . . . . NOT MY ASS. . . . . . . I
have never been taken there before," came the whimpering request.
"Please take my pussy. PLEASE . . . . . .. . . . "
"When is the last time you have been fucked you little bitch?"
questioned the Sheriff.
Whimpering, JoAnn meekly sobbed, "It was nearly three weeks
ago."
Sneering the Sheriff aimed his rock hard nine inch cock and
rammed it home in one searing stroke. The sudden and complete
filling of her pussy chamber felt like a bar of steel ramming into
JoAnn's inner being. The brutal thrust had pushed her tender
breasts into the dirt and her mind struggled with the barbaric
impalement.
The Sheriff continued to thrust his steel hard cock into the tender
and seldom used woman hole. The Sheriff's fuck technique was
straight forward and simple. He longed for his satisfaction and
cared nothing for the woman struggling in the mud at the end of
his long and thick cock. He became amused however when the
delicate Mrs. JoAnn Reinhardt transformed from the struggling
victim to a sex crazed animal thrusting against his muscled black
body.
He could sense when the little bitch was close. .. . . . . . "Beg me
Bitch!" was his simple command.
"Oh my Goddddd. Please finish me.......... I need your cock.
Please don't stop. . . . . . . . . . PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE
FUCK ME!!!" came the continual begging pleas.
As her pussy lips tighten against his hard cock he knew it was
time. Grabbing the thrusting hips he pulled the red lined pussy
against his thrusting hips and exploded his cum deep into the
chamber. The explosion of man cum ignited a massive woman
climax and Mrs. JoAnn Reinhardt gripped the steel rod with every
muscle available.
The 260 LB Sheriff collapsed on the diminutive young housewife
and he laid on the soft woman blanket until he felt his hard black
cock soften. He then slowly pulled himself off and brought himself
to his knees. Grabbing JoAnn by her short red hair he gave his
next command, "Clean my black seed with your mouth you little
bitch."
JoAnn submissively opened her mouth and tongue cleaned the still
hard black cock. She had never given her husband this pleasurable
treat but became consumed with the task before her now. The
brutish Sheriff clasped the short red hair and forced more of
himself into her small oval. She slurped as she struggled to clean
the entire length and breadth of the massive muscle. The Sheriff
became amused on how easy it was to break the middle aged
housewife.
JoAnn continued to suck the thick cock. It slipped out of her
searching mouth and she had to bob for it as her hands were still
handcuffed behind her. Sheriff Dave obscenely fondled JoAnn's
pear shaped breasts as she struggled to clean his cock. He found
the hard nipples and savagely squeezed the sensitive orbs between
his fingers and thumb. The action brought a compliant groan.
Eventually tiring of his plaything he pushed JoAnn on her back.
As she fell she struggled to lift herself on her elbows. Looking
into his dark eyes she again felt the streak of fear invade her
bruised and battered body. The thick man cum was starting to
drip out of her bright red swollen pussy lips and drip to the moist
ground below. She felt the salty fluid burn her torn lip.
Through terrified eyes she stared at the huge black man as he
straddled her dirt encased breasts and slowly let his muscular black
ass cheeks cover her petite face. "You know what to do you little
bitch," came the stern order. Mrs. JoAnn Reinhardt let her long
thin tongue slip between her torn lips and find the tight anal chute
of the muscular black giant. She heard him moan as her tongue
caressed the sphincter muscle. As her tongue forced it's way into
the dark passage she felt the Black Sheriff relax and allow her
tongue to enter his asshole. For what seemed an eternity she
caressed the tight hard muscle; forcing her tender tongue deeper
into the tight crevice. Once the chamber was lubricated and clean
the Muscular Black Giant rose and sneered down at the writhing
white housewife.
After zipping his pants and tucking in his shirt the black Sheriff
sauntered over and straddled the still prone Mrs. JoAnn Reinhardt.
Sitting on her chest he stared down into her fearful eyes. "You're
my little dog bitch now. When I tell you to do something you best
do it. Any Questions ?"
Fearfully JoAnn looked into his menacing eyes. "I don't have any
questions," she sobbed.
The Sheriff then removed the cut offs and black silk panties.
Pulling the frightened housewife to her feet he tied a long rope
around her neck. He then dragged the tear streaked wife to her
feet and tied the end of the rope to a trailer hitch on the back of
the squad car. Laughing he turned to the alarmed housewife. "I'm
going to drain some of that energy of yours out by the time we get
back to your house. Try and keep up little slut."
The Sheriff then entered the squad car and drove off with Mrs.
JoAnn Reinhardt walking very fast to keep up. With her hands
still handcuffed behind her back; her blouse hanging open and
completely naked below her waist except for her boots she
struggled to maintain her pace.
By the time the three miles were covered she was near total
exhaustion. The brush and briars had scratched and scraped her
legs and tender butt cheeks. She was drenched with sweat and the
Sheriff's man cum was profusely dripping down the inside of her
thighs.
She dropped on the kitchen floor as the Sheriff pushed her inside
her home. As she lay nearly naked on the floor the Sheriff threw
the cutoffs; the belt hitting her tight buttocks. "I'm keeping the
panties. . . . . I want to remember this day. Tomorrow I will be by
at 10:00 AM. You best be ready. And tomorrow I want you to
dress to fuck. I'm going to introduce you to the Board Chairman;
my budget needs to be increased and you are the proverbial icing."
Laughing at his helpless playmate he sauntered out the door and
drove off. The hapless housewife was still lying exhausted on the
kitchen floor.
Falling asleep she did not hear Mike open the screen door. Mike
could hardly believe his eyes; his beautiful wife laying on the floor
with her legs splayed open and cum dripping down her pussy lips
forming a large puddle on the clean kitchen floor. Looking up
JoAnn saw her husband standing with his mouth open; staring at
her cut and torn body.
Rather than try to explain she merely stuck her right index finger
up and motioned for her husband to clean her pussy. She was the
newly broken slut of the Black Sheriff but she still had power over
her cuckold husband. Mike merely dropped to his knees and
crawled between the widely splayed legs of his wife. The salty
fluid burned his tongue at first but he continued to lick at the
swollen pussy lips. As his tongue entered her pleasure lips JoAnn
grabbed her husband by the ears and forced him to clean her. As
his tongue caressed her now aroused clit she wrapped her long
tanned and cut legs around his neck and pulled him evermore into
her seeping slit of pleasure. Mrs. JoAnne Reinhardt climaxed as
she tightened her legs around the willing face of her husband.
As her climax subsided she drifted off into a fitful sleep on the
kitchen floor dreading; anticipating her subservience the following
day yet to come.