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Sandy's Day in Church
By
Arc Light
Sandy Jenkins and her husband Jim had attended the small Baptist church
for all their lives. They had been married in the church only four years ago;
four years of a very frustrating and unsatisfying marriage for the beautiful
blonde wife of only twenty four. Her husband is impressively endowed with a
nearly four inch manhood. And that manhood cannot reach the deep womb of the
passionate and unfulfilled young wife.
However, this Sunday will change the couple forever. As Sandy dresses
for church, she wickedly pulls the white silk hose up her long tanned legs and
snaps them to the thin white garter belt. Seductively, she smiles at her
devoted and doting husband and feels the beginnings of her deep and unrelenting
frustration, as she observes his under powered manhood start to stiffen and
form a small and unimpressive tent in the front of his white boxer shorts.
Sandy turns, and pulls the white silk blouse over her small but perfect
pear shaped breasts. Her nipples harden; but she knows deep down that even if
her husband attempts to satisfy her needs she will remain unfulfilled,
frustrated, and have the deep simmering anger fester deep inside her tight
perfect body.
Jim rises and covers the short distance between them. He reaches around
her back and gently caresses her tight nipples. Quickly, Sandy grabs his hands
and harshly reprimands her now aroused husband, "Don't. You will only fail
again and shoot that disgusting dribble in me. Besides we will be late for
church."
Rebuffed; Again; Jim angrily turns and walks back to the closet, where
he selects his well worn suit to accompany his beautiful wife to the small
Baptist church.
The two sit silently as their car slowly makes it to the church on this
beautiful sunny spring day. Fighting boredom, they trudge to the pew where
they always sit. The white congregation in the middle class suburb of Biloxi,
Mississippi are mostly bored. However, that boredom is nearly always broken
when Sandy Hunter makes her way down the long aisle. Her sexy walk, and her
short white summer dress catch nearly everyone's attention; both men and women
alike.
The young seemingly perfect couple absently wait for the Minister to
arrive, to deliver another one of his exceedingly boring and useless sermons.
Just as the Minister arrives, a young powerfully black man takes a seat next to
the petite young housewife. At first she is startled; normally her husband and
her have the second pew to themselves as everyone else is too embarrassed to
sit with them.
The young black, however, is not too embarrassed. In fact, as he sits
down, he drips of supreme arrogance. He brazenly looks at the white silk
covered knees and six inches of delightful thigh flesh of the stunning
housewife. Unconsciously, she draws closer to her previously useless husband.
The action is noticeable and Jerome, the young black man smiles at the
surprised housewife. She returns his smile with a smirk and raises her nose,
as she turns towards the stuttering dribble from the bored Minister.
Sandy has heard the rumors about the arrogant Black. She has heard
about the three white wives that he has "had his way with". In fact, one of
the women, who is in her church circle, confided in Sandy how the black seduced
her; or more correctly forcefully implanted his seed deep within her willing
womb. The two women had talked on many occasions. . . . . primarily about the
fact that their own husbands were totally unable to arouse passion; unable to
even marginally complete their husbandly duties. What stuck in Sandy's
overwrought mind was the fact that her friend had described in great and loving
detail the passion; no the unbridled raw lust that the black had unleashed on
her ravished body.
Her friend had told her that the black had called her at work; and
"ordered" her to go shopping for erotic lingerie and meet him at one of the
seedier hotels in the black section of Biloxi. Tearfully, her friend had told
her that although it was against everything she believed in . . . . . . . . .
. she had succumbed. Succumbed to the large and powerful black cock and the
domineering black master who owned it. Succumbed to the pleasure and escastcy
that the masterful cocksman had pleasured her with. She related to Sandy that
the black had totally conquered her; and made her his black cum slut. She
could not resist his pleasure giving appendage. . . . . . .
Sandy was shocked when her white married friend described in detail the
debauchery that she was forced to endure at the hands of her black master. Her
black master had totally captured her mind, thoughts and tight white body. She
had told Sandy of last week-end when she was forced to dress a total fuck slut
and accompany her black master to Birmington where she was the entertainment
for nearly a dozen of the black's business associates.
When Sandy felt she could no longer be shocked her friend had dropped
the next bombshell. Sandy was told that her friend's husband was forced to act
as the maid when the black came to visit. . . . . . to wear a bow tie . . . .
. . and nothing else. After the black has filled his wife with black creme, he
is then ordered to drop to his knees; clean the black weapon; and then suck his
wife's pussy chamber of the ample deposit of the black's discharge.
As the sermon drags on the Black continues to brazenly stare at the
young beauty and Sandy becomes overly self conscious. She fidgets and the
squirming pushes the already short skirt higher and higher exposing more of her
delightful warm flesh. She feels her nipples harden and her breathing becomes
more and more labored. She allows her tongue to caress her lips and her eyes
drop to the black's dark loose trousers. Startled, she can see the outline of
his long hard cock creeping down his inner thigh reaching ever downward.
Sandy gasps as her mind estimates the girth and length of the huge man
weapon. "It must be nearly eleven inches in length and the size of her
forearm," she imagined.
Sandy could feel her outer lips become dew coated. Her white satin
panties were becoming soaked and she suddenly felt light headed. And then. . .
. . . . . . . . . her eyes made contact with the black man. He caught her in
the act of staring at his crotch and her face became emerged in a deep crimson
blush.
Sandy quickly looks away. . . . . . As she consciously avoids eye
contact with the black; her eyes catch the intense stare of her friend and her
husband from across the church. She can see the frightened and anxious eyes
and then quickly look away when she gains eye contact. . . . . . . . .
Sandy's emotions are racing. Can she secretly crave the long black weapon only
an arm's length away.
How could she ever face her husband again if she allowed her carnal
needs to take precedent over her marriage vows ? How ?
As her mind raced; as her emotions seemed to over power her; as her
pussy lips became coated with their sweet smelling coating she had made the
decision.
Although her decision had been made she had not reconciled how she was
going to implement it. She had to be careful; although her husband could not
satisfy her needs with his undersized and under powered white boy penis she did
not want to cause him pain. She was certain that he could never cope with
another man . . . . . . . . . . especially a virile black man to enter his
precious wife.
She continued to struggle with the conflicts racing throughout her
mind; and throughout her overheated body. Turning her head to face the black,
she let her tongue slip between her brightly coated lips. When their eyes met
she lowered them to her lap. Knowing that the black's eyes had followed hers,
she innocently parted her tightly clasped knees and allowed the short white
summer dress to rise even more, exposing the tender white silk thighs. She
felt warm on this cool spring day as she continued to tease the muscular black
man only ten inches away. She felt her chamber start leaking its precious fluid
and felt as she was rapidly approaching a mind shattering climax and then...
Mercifully, the sermon finally concluded.
As several of Jim's co-workers workers filed past, Jim whispered in
Sandy's ear that he needed to talk to a colleague. Sandy, realizing what he had
just told her, tried to grab him as he rose. Her reflexes were far too slow in
her aroused and agitated state.
She fell back in the pew feeling totally abandoned. As she dejectedly
turned, the black had slid over and was nearly touching her overheated body.
"Lose the wimp. I'll wait for you in my car; it's around back........."
She silently stared at his dark and menacing face attempting to
understand what he had just told her. As she tried to comprehend what she had
just been told, she feels his strong hand grasp her breast and give it a firm
feel. Smiling, Jerome, turns and walks out of the church. His open fondling
was not seen by anyone other than Sandy, and her friend, who sits quivering in
the pew looking at the arrogant black walk down the aisle.
Sandy desperately longs for sensible reasoning to return to her aroused
body and overwrought mind. She sinks back into the hard wooden pew and
searches for her husband who is totally absorbed in conversation with one of
his business colleagues. Sensible reasoning loses out to hot passion.
Sandy gracefully pulls her tight desirable body up and smoothes her
scrunched up tight white dress. She walks down the aisle of the crowded
church searching for an excuse to tell her husband. As she walked up the aisle
she noticed that her friend had already hurriedly left.
"Jim, I am going with Phyllis and Andy. I will be home before supper.
Love......" she softly told her husband.
Jim merely nodded, not paying any more attention today than was normal.
He was too self absorbed in his own importance to notice his wife quickly
depart out the back door.
The sun was bright and warm as she exited the back door. Sandy quickly
reached for her sun glasses to cut the glare and mercifully seen the black
seated in his 1967 White Mustang Convertible. The engine was running and she
walked to the passenger side with a puzzled look on her face. "What was she
doing, she continually asked herself? How could she leave a place of worship
and plan to commit adultery with this arrogant black ?"
Standing by the door, she looked at the black as if to ask why he
wasn't getting out to open the door as her husband Jim would do.
"GIT IN," came the response.
The arrogant attitude cut thought the charade. This wasn't a
date............. This was pure unadulterated dominance; a trait that the
black was a master at. He broke the white women from the very first moment.
He understood that once his black cock had tunneled it's long hard thickness
into the tight and yielding womanhood that the illusion of romance would be
over.
Hesitantly Sandy reached for the door handle; pulled the door open and
slid into the white leather bucket seat. As she made her entrance her dress
rose up her long silk covered thighs but she made no attempt at pulling the
cloth of the skirt down. Thinking to herself that she would play with the black
to enact a small degree of revenge for his recent slight, she embarked on a
very dangerous game. A game where the black had never lost. . . .. . . . . .
A game in which Sandy had never before played.
The car sped away. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The black smiled. Yes........ This was the one. The one that he was
searching for..................
The warm wind blew through Sandy's long blonde hair and she felt alive
as the car sped through the open countryside. Neither of the two spoke for
nearly ten minutes.
The black was the first. Turning he gave his first command, "Unbutton
the top three buttons of your dress."
Sandy quickly digested the command. And then smiling she nimbly undid
the top three buttons, and when completed parted her dimpled knees just
slightly. Turning to the black she almost mockingly stated, "Did you think
that I wouldn't ?"
Sandy felt daring as she toyed with the black. What she didn't
understand is that you don't toy with a Cobra. A dangerous Cobra that is about
to spring.
The black looked at the beautiful white wife seated next to him. The
wind was playing havoc with her dress and he observed the small but perky
breasts and nipples. The white silk bra was tight against the hardening
nipples. The blood was running into the tips and causing them to become rock
hard against the smooth cloth.
"Where are we going ?" Sandy finally asks.
"I'm taking you to the lake. It's where I take teasing white wives to
give them their first taste of black cock." the black answers matter-of-factly.
The sharpness and directness of the answer catches Sandy by surprise.
She leans back in the comfortable leather seat and quietly contemplates what
she has set in motion.
The sleek car finally arrives at the remote section of the tree shaded
lake and slides to a complete halt. The black opens his door and starts
walking to the water's edge.
Sandy, suddenly tense and agitated meekly follows the blacks lead. As
she approaches the black, she has buttoned up her dress and regaining her sense
of morality quietly speaks, "I've changed my mind. I want you to take me back
to the church. I will have my husband pick me up there."
Not turning to face the beautiful wife, Jerome merely gives his next
command, "Take your dress off. I am ready to fuck you now bitch !"
"I guess you didn't hear me. I am ordering you to take me back to the
church. I have no intention of having sex with you. You will do what I tell
you or I'll call my husband and I assure you, you will regret it, when he meets
up with you. Do you understand ?" Sandy arrogantly commands.
The rage is boiling in Jerome as he hears his latest acquisition give
HIM orders. Controlling his anger, he quickly turns and spins placing himself
between the car and Sandy. The rapid movement startles Sandy and she stumbles
into the cold water of the lake's edge. She is still wearing her white four
inch heels and the water comes up to her calves. Jerome walks one menacing
step towards Sandy, who backs up even more with the water coming to nearly to
her knees. The water is extremely cold and she starts shivering; desperately
wanting to exit the cold lake. Her heels dig into the soft sand bottom. She
has quickly determined that the upper hand has shifted; and not to her favor.
"I told you to strip your dress off. I want to see that pasty white
body of yours before I plant my seed," reiterates the black master. As he
finishes his command, he unbuckles his think black leather belt.
Sandy begs with her eyes. Her lips tremble from the cold............
Her lips tremble from the anticipation.
Her delicate fingers find the eyelet of the button hole and gently slip
the button from its secure place. Each button in turn is unfastened. After
several minutes the dress falls open from it's own weight.
The black feels a quick hardening as he sucks in the beauty of the
trembling white wife in the cold lake water. The coldness has caused her
nipples to harden even more and goose pimples coat her tight and firm body.
Jerome steps back and with his index finger motions for her to exit the lake.
Her eyes lowered Sandy makes her way the several feet to the dry warm
sand. She is only six inches away from the muscular black and feels his
muscular hands slide the dress from her thin shoulders. The dress falls to the
sand and Sandy keeps her eyes lowered. . . . . . . . . . . . . She cannot
look the black master in the eyes.
"You disobeyed me. Get on your hands and knees. You will be punished
for your indiscretion........." orders the black..
Sandy starts to protest; but then meekly turns and drops to her knees.
She hears the belt being pulled from it's loops. Although she is still looking
at the ground, she can sense as Jerome falls to his knees behind her. She
feels his hands grip her at the waist. . . . . . . . . His thumbs and finger
insert itself in her white satin panties................. The panties are
slowly; so very slowly are dragged down her tight butt.
"Are you ready ?" the black questions.
Sandy's mind reels; "Is she ready for what? A brutal beating ? The
deep insertion of black cock ? Or ?????
"Yes," came the meek response.
Jerome shifts.......... The first smack is on Sandy's precious right
ass cheek. Jerome uses his hand. The punishment spanking takes nearly ten
minutes and when completed Sandy's tight ass buns are a bright crimson. There
are small cuts and bruises and Sandy is begging for the punishment to stop.
"Don't ever question my orders again Mrs. Jenkins," came the casual
directive.
Without thinking Sandy quickly answers, "I won't Master." After the
response Sandy's mind reacts; "Master ?" How could that response been so
immediate ?
Sandy turns and sees that the Black is completely naked. Her eyes
quickly focus on the huge manhood; only partially erect but reaching half way
down his leg. She gasps as she contemplates the size when the manhood becomes
truly angry.
Jerome senses the fear; the anticipation of the young white housewife.
His anger has subsided and now he craves the next chapter of the book of
domination.
"Suck IT," the order is direct and there is no room for mistake.
Still awestruck, Sandy rises to her knees and lovingly cradles the huge
black cock. Her fingers find the peach size nuts hanging below the long black
hardening cock. She brings the purple head to her lips and sucks the large
organ into her mouth. Her tongue finds the pre cum and licks it off. As the
tip is inserted into her warm oral chamber, her tongue caresses each part as
she pays homage to the black manhood.
Sandy feels the tip grow within her mouth. Jerome merely stands with
his legs apart and allows the young housewife to lovingly suck his hard black
manhood deeper and deeper into her wet and warm oral crevice. Her delicate
fingers lovingly caress his nut sack bringing them to a boil.
"You will swallow. Do not let any juice escape. When I shoot you will
look into my eyes. I want to see your pretty married face when I fill your
mouth with my spunk," came the now undisputed command.
Sandy had no intention of letting the spunk escape. She increased her
suction and her hands tightened on the large black nut sacks. The eruption
came suddenly and violently and she strained to keep all the precious man fluid
to herself. As soon as the first blast hit the back of her throat, she
obediently looked up from her knees into the mocking face of her new owner. As
each scorching blast pelted her throat her eyes grew larger and she frantically
sucked harder. At long last the discharge was complete and she momentarily
fell back on her haunches only to be reminded of her raw and tender ass cheeks.
She rebounded quickly and grasped the muscular black by the back of his thighs.
Sandy had released her mouth from the woman pleasing black cock but it
still dripped it's sticky rope like spunk. The end of the rope caught Sandy's
face and as she fell away the string of man cum followed her face.
Jerome looked down admirably to his latest conquest. The white
housewife with her face streaked with cum was ready to start her training. He
stroked his cock of the last vestiges of emission and let the spunk fall on
Sandy's contorted face.
"Are you on birth control Mrs. Jenkins ?" Jerome softly asked.
"The pill makes me sick. I make my husband wear a condom," Sandy
honestly answers.
"You are now mine. You will not allow him to fuck you with his
pathetic little white boy cock. If he follows my dictates I may allow him to
clean you after I service you. Do you understand ?" questions Jerome.
Sandy, kneeling in the warm sand with her pussy lips throbbing silently
nods her head.
Sandy looks up to her master and pleadingly begs, "Will you fuck me
Master ?"
A large sneer envelops Jerome's face. "Not today........ I will call
you when I feel like it. I have a date with Phyllis later this afternoon.
Andy needs another session in humility and I promised Phyllis a
reward.............. For You."
After Jerome dressed, he slowly walked back to his car with Sandy
obediently following her master. She has forfeited her bra and panties.
Discretely, she has removed her white silk hose. The tears would be a give
away.......... Her mind is rapidly contemplating how to tell
Jim.................
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