Since the unemployment rate in our rural county was in excess of forty percent there was literally no place to go; quitting and going on the generous Mississippi unemployment dole of $60.00 for the next thirteen weeks was really no option.

However once I received the first check of the lottery, I walked into the owner's dingy office and fifteen minutes later the plant was now mine. The tired rich old white bastard was gleeful as he exited my plant; a plant owned by an uppity black bastard.

During the next several months I was able to secure nearly five million dollars in federal and state contracts; contracts awarded basically on race. As the profits rolled into the plant I set my plan in motion. I gave the white boys a simple proposition; if they wanted to remain at my plant they would accept a twenty percent pay cut and the savings would be redistributed to my eight black brothers. Although there was a tremendous amount of grumbling I knew they had no options.

The second part of my realignment plan involved the seduction and ultimate subjugation of the pretty white wives of the mostly young factory staff. By seducing the innocent and helpless wives, I would gain complete domination over the white overlords who ruled my life for the last twenty six years.

While the husbands were toiling in the unbearable Mississippi heat, I started my home visits to the domiciles of my faithful white boy employees. The first three homes (mobile homes) were almost embarrassingly easy. The conquest of white cunt consisted of simply informing the sobbing young white bitches that unless they stripped and sucked my nine inch black cock their husbands would be getting their final pay check this next Friday. As they begged for their husband's pitiful livelihood, I gently placed my hands around their head and pulled their frightened faces towards my hard black cock. After they sucked my black seed down their sweet throats I gave them the schedule of my next visit. I told them that I would be calling them where they were to meet me and also the appropriate attire. They were also grilled about the birth control method they were on and since most could only afford condoms I mocked them that if they satisfied my needs I would use a rubber; if they displeased me I would fuck the little bitches bareback and they could take their chances with my potent black seed.

The master plan of course consisted of impregnating the most desirable of my white boy wives and thus cruelly mock their husbands when their wives produced a bouncing black baby. Using this method it would be only months before I obtained total domination of the dirt poor back water shithole we all called home.

Now that I have outlined the master plan, I will tell you of the fourth visit, I made that hot July afternoon.

Karen Saunders was the most desirable beauty in the entire county. She was only eighteen but had an inner sexual aura that oozed from her every action. Her natural long blonde hair careened over her petite shoulders. Her breasts were small, but firm and topped with rock hard pencil sized nipples and quarter sized pink aerola. Her long legs were perfectly tanned and her tight stomach reached down to her lightly covered tight pussy. To entice her hard working husband she had trimmed the soft down to a very a small "V" pointing to the tight and desirable treasure.

Her husband, David, worked all the over time he could in order to provide his beauty with all the small things that he could. However, the long hours and back breaking work caused the young husband to be near exhaustion when he arrived home. For the last several years his ability to sexually satisfy his beautiful wife was constantly in question. Once he lost confidence in his ability to obtain erection of his average size cock, the failures multiplied. With his exhaustion, and the ongoing problem of impotence he shied away when his desirable wife initiated sexual coupling.

I arrived at David & Karen's rusting mobile home at about four in the afternoon. The mobile home was in the middle of the trailer park and my new white Lincoln townhouse made a sharp contrast to the drab and decaying surroundings. As I walked to the door I noticed that the shades of the adjoining windows were taking in every step. Under normal circumstances a black man would not be allowed to call upon a young white married housewife. I smiled as I tapped on the mobile home door; these of course were not normal times. A man with money commands respect, and I was the man with the most money in this town, where time forgot.

The good and proper Mrs. Karen Saunders appeared at the door wearing a white tank top, without benefit of bra and cutoff jeans which defined her long tanned legs. She became startled as she looked down at me standing at her door. Quickly looking around her eyes returned to me and she quietly asked; "Mr. Washington, what brings you to this neighborhood?"

"Hello Karen. May I come in?" I quickly answered. I could sense that the beautiful wife standing before me was searching her mind trying to come up with an excuse to not let me enter. "There are some problems at the plant and I think it would be best if we spoke inside," I calmly stated, looking around the drab mobile home park.

As Karen looked at her neighbors, she decided it would be best if I entered her home; the home that she shared with her outwardly desirable husband of three years. She and Rob had married when she was fifteen and he had taken her precious cherry.

Nervously she stepped aside as I leisurely sauntered into the clean but sparse mobile home. The under powered air conditioner struggled but could not keep up with the late afternoon heat.

I walked over to the sofa and sat down. "I'm thirsty, bring me a lemonade over ice," I commanded.

Somewhat shocked by the cavalier attitude I took, Karen nervously looked around and finally went to the small kitchen and made my lemonade. As she meekly approached I patted the seat next to me on the sofa. "Please join me. I have something that I need to tell you about the plant."

Very hesitantly she slid beside me after handing my lemonade. She kept her long legs tightly together and looked deeply into my eyes without saying anything.

"I'm afraid that the plant will have to lay off nearly fifteen workers. I need to increase the profitability of the plant and discovered that the remaining workers could accomplish the same work if they are motivated a little. I can't think of a better way to motivate them than cut a fourth of the freeloaders," I quietly stated.

As I looked into the pretty blonde's blue eyes, I could see the apprehension spread over worried face. Finally she looked up and asked the obvious question, "What will happen to David?" Her voice was shaking and her red coated lips trembled.

"Well... I'm afraid... " I start to say, secretly smiling again when I see her face turn to horror.

"But, we just got a another car and we have many bills that we are behind on," she says, tears starting to fill her eyes, she quickly looks away trying to hide her tears, "David said that everything at work was going great and..."

"Well,... " I start, my hand taking her trembling hand, I gently caress it, "you know that he doesn't have to be laid off."

Grasping at my latest opening she desperately looks into my dark and forbidding eyes and mutters, "He doesn't have to... " Rubbing the tears from her eyes she looks back at me.

"No, he doesn't have to. It is of course up to me. I decide who stays... and who goes." I state, feeling my long black cock start to harden.

"You do ?" she questions.

"Yes, you see I have already been to see some of the other wives. And well... let's just say they cooperated. And their husband's will not be laid off. I stopped by and was wondering if you wanted to help your husband retain his job?"

Pleadingly, the beautiful white wife looks into my face. "Well, yes of course, I want to help my husband."

A lewd smile crept over my face as I pulled her beautiful hand down to my crotch. My black dick hardened as the delicate fingers grasped and then abruptly pulled away.

"Oh no; I couldn't be unfaithful to my husband," begs the beautiful Karen.

"Before you say no, I would suggest that you think of your husbands and your future. How long could you survive without your husband's job ?" I mocked. As I asked the question, I let my right hand fall to the delightful knee and gently slide my large black hand up the tender and tanned flesh of Karen's inner thigh.

"No, please..." she whimpers.

"OK, fine... your husband can look for a new job. Ohhh yes, and he can forget about using me as a reference. In fact, he will have a hard time getting another job. I'll make sure of that."

Karen starts to sob as I get up and turn to leave. "Wai... please wait... " she whimpers.

I turn back, facing her, looking down at her on the couch. "Yes?" I ask.

"Please don't make me do this... please, oh god please," she sobs.

I turn to leave. "You're wasting my time bitch; I'll find another white bitch wife." I mock as I turn to leave.

"No please... I..." she says hesitating. lowering her head, whimpering "OK." I smile, stepping back, facing the beautiful vision. I put my hands on my hips, waiting. She hesitates. "Come on Bitch!! I don't have all day!" I yell down at her.

She slides up to the edge of the couch. Her trembling hands slowly reach up. Her fingers grab the zipper of the slacks of my Italian silk suit. I look up, a big leering smiles on my face, as I look around this pitiful broken down mobile home. I smile wider when I hear and feel my zipper being pulled down.

I feel her small hand sliding into my slacks. Her fingers wrapping around my thick black cock, hearing her gasp. She struggles to pull my cock through. I wait patiently, she finally pulls my thick black cock out. I look down and smile, as I see her eyes wider than ever, her mouth handing open, asking "I guess you have never seen a black cock before?" She slowly nods her head.

I smile, "Come on bitch, wrap those red lips around my black cock."

Karen cautiously takes my cock into her wet and warm oral cavity. She licks the large purple head like a lollipop. During her three years of marriage she has not been exposed to anything but the traditional missionary style of intercourse; and very sparingly the last six months. She feels a sticky dew forming in the crotch of her tight cut off jeans. As she becomes comfortable with the thick purple head she struggles but eventually gathers in another three inches of my thick black cock. As she struggles to suck in the rock hard cudgel, I mock the meek white housewife. "I guess with your precious David you don't have such a hard time getting his puny cock in your mouth?" Her distraught mind reels; thinking about the limp and useless cock of her husband. The long, thick hard black cock is causing her nipples to rub themselves raw against the course tank top. Her white panties are soaked with her woman dew as she struggles to suck in even more of the pleasure producing cock. She cannot fathom the hardness or the size. Her husband's less than ample manhood is all that the near virginal bride has ever experienced and at this point in her life leaves much to desire.

As my cock hardens, I start to thrust my hips, grinding my black cock against the back of Karen's throat. As she starts to gag I feel my nut sack gather their precious discharge. I quickly grab Karen's hands as she struggles with the huge log wedged in her tightly constricting throat. One final quick thrust brings on my explosion of black seed into the wet and tight throat of the precious Mrs. David Saunders. Karen sucks my precious fluid until I let her hands go and she drops to the worn carpet. As her lips disengage from my black cock the sticky discharge drags a line of sperm from my purple head to her chin. Her eyes close and she tries to blot out her distasteful submission.

I step forward and work out the remaining sperm from my now dwindling manhood. It drops to her long tanned legs and her eyes spring open as she feels the warm sticky discharge coat her beautiful legs.

"What birth control do you use?" I question. Startled, Karen looks up and meekly answers, "The only thing we can afford is condoms."

I straddle the prone housewife and kneewalk until my wet and dripping cock is resting on the still covered precious breasts. I let the still leaking cock coat the tank top bringing the nipples to their second erection of the afternoon. As she stares apprehensively into my dark eyes I shock the young housewife again, "You displeased me by your hesitation. I will call you later this week. Since you are such a cock hungry bitch your stud fee will be fifty dollars." Karen, started to protest, but then let her comment evaporate. She knew that she had no options open with her husband's black boss straddling her aroused and cum soaked body.

"If you please me I will use a rubber. If you choose to disobey me again our next meeting will leave you with your pussy full of black seed," I sneered.

Rising, I zipped my pants and slowly walked to the door. When I reached the fragile door, I turned to get one more peek at the prone beauty breathing heavily on her elbows. Her face, with my black spunk dripping off her chin was full of anxiety... and of arousal.

"Yes, I thought... Mrs. David Saunders will make a very nice plaything for my many planned adventures." As I exited the faded trailer I smiled as I felt the many eyes scoping my every move. As I drove out the park I knew that David would be the recipient of many questions this hot summer night.

Mrs. Karen Saunders was totally on edge the next several days after oral satisfying her husband's dominant black boss. The beauty had only on the rarest occasions satisfied her own husband with her oral charms. Her husband, David, was having a hard time at the run down manufacturing plant. His black boss had passed out the word that his black foreman was to give David all the dirtiest and most unpleasant jobs and the foreman carried out the instruction to a tee. The more exhausted and stressed out that David was had a direct impact on his ability (and desire) to make love to his stunning beautiful wife.

It was nearly a week before the Black Boss made his phone call. Michael knew that the longer he delayed the phone call the more that the precious and desirable Mrs. Karen Saunders would be on edge. Michael enjoyed the conquest as much as he enjoyed the depraved sexual pleasures that were at the end of the conquest train.

When the phone rang, with its distinctive high pitched screech, Karen looked apprehensively at the solid black device. Putting her delicate fingers around the headset , lifting it, she softly answered, "Hello."

Michael let her wait several long moments before he spoke his first words. By the time that he uttered the trembling wife his first order, Karen Saunders was completely distraught. "Mrs. Saunders ?"

Karen, her hands shaking, and her lips quivering, finally answered the deep black voice on the other end of the phone line, "Yes, Mr. Washington."

"I told you to not allow your husband access to your body this week. Have you obeyed me ?" came the arrogant response.

"I have not allowed David to have sex with me Mr. Washington. He wanted to on several occasions but I told him that I had a headache," answered the trembling housewife.

"I want you to come to my office at the plant. But first... I want to tell you what I expect you to wear. I would suggest that you don't disappoint me my dear," continued the arrogant black fuck master.

The black waited a short time before continuing; allowing the trembling housewife to absorb his instructions. "From now on I expect my little plaything to never wear a dress or skirt that is longer than six inches about your knee. You are not allowed to wear a bra from this point on; especially since your little titties don't need support anyway," he mocked.

"When you come, you best bring your husband's condoms. Once you get here if you look presentable enough I may let you put one on my black cock before I fuck you Mrs. Saunders. And Mrs. Saunders... don't forget to bring your black stud fee," he smirked. Karen, nearly in shock, carefully absorbed the humiliating orders.

After Michael Washington hung up the phone, Karen slid down the kitchen counter and sit on the spotless kitchen floor. Her heart was pumping and there was a light sheen of perspiration covering her entire body. The pencil sized nipples on her small but perfect breasts were jutting against the white cotton blouse.

Her hand slowly dropped to the tight cutoffs and stroked the puffy outer pussy lips. They were already blood engorged before her hand made the journey and she felt her woman dew coat her pretty white panties.

After a few moments she came to her senses; looked around the small kitchen in her mobile home and hurriedly made her way to her and her husband's small bedroom. She rapidly pulled the white blouse off and wiggled out of the tight cutoffs. Once they dropped to the floor, she pulled the damp white panties off and pulled her best black lace panties from her bureau drawer. She pulled her thin black garter and black thigh high hose from the drawer and sat on the bed before pulling the soft garments up her long and tanned legs. Pulling the closet doors open she selected a short dark blue skirt with matching vest. A shirt should have been worn under the sleeveless vests but Karen decided to forgo the blouse. As she started to leave the bedroom she remembered one more needed item. Turning she opened the door to the night stand and removed three of her husband's condoms. With the needed protection in her small hands she scampered to the door of the overheated trailer.

Once she reached her ten year old dilapidated car she sped the nine miles to the dingy rundown plant. When she turned into the fence protecting the sixty year old plant her mind raced to one item that escaped her heretofore distraught mind. "What if she ran into her husband. How would she explain her slut like appearance ?"

Quickly looking around she nearly ran to the stairs leading to the office. As she burst into the outer office she felt a surge of relief overtake her frightened mind. As she shut the door behind her she looked directly at Michael Washington's secretary; a tall and stunning black girl with a faint sneer on her face.

Karen meekly stated, "I have an appointment with Mr. Washington."

"May I tell him who you are ?" asked the black girl, sizing up the distraught young housewife.

"My name is Mrs. Karen Saunders," the young housewife timidly stated.

When his secretary told him that his latest plaything was waiting, he arrogantly told his secretary to have her wait. He realized that there were no chairs in the outer office and it amused him that the housewife would be that much more distressed, when after twenty minutes, he allowed her to enter his inner sanctum.

As Mrs. Karen Saunders meekly entered the luxurious office, she walked to the front of his massive desk. Fidgeting, she looked at the dominant black lover that less than a week ago she had sucked to climax. "Well, what do you wish Mrs. Saunders," asked the large black boss.

Karen looked down bewildered at the question. In her mind she was here because the black bastard leisurely sitting in his large chair wanted to stick his large, thick black pole up her tender pussy. She was here because unless she willingly submitted to his lewd demands her husband would lose his job. And she was here because, because her pussy was secreting a torrent of sticky woman creme in her black lace panties and her rock hard nipples were thrusting against the abrasive hard cloth of her dark blue vest.

She was here because, because she wanted this black bastard to ram his nine inch steel hard black cock up her dripping cunt. And finally; because her white boy husband had never aroused her like this black asshole, who was making her beg for him to fuck her.

"I don't know what you want me to say," the petite housewife finally answered Amused, Michael Washington, the black fuck master, looked into the frightened housewife standing before him and gave her the answer. "The reason you are here Mrs. Saunders is to get your fix of black cock. Whenever you are asked this question again your proper response is that you are here for your black stud service. Do you understand?"

Frightened; unsteady on her black patent high heels; and with a deep and never ending throbbing of her blood engorged pussy lips she softly stated, "I'm here to get my black cock fix."

"Have you brought my fee ?" questioned Michael Washington.

Humiliated further, Karen reached into her small purse and produced five ten dollar bills. It represented nearly twenty per cent of her husband's take home pay. As she pulled the bills out of the purse the three rubbers fell to the floor. She stooped and picked up the lubricated condoms and stood with them in her delicate hands.

As the black fuck master looked at his latest conquest, he mockingly asked the trembling white housewife, "Do you want me to use your husband's rubbers when I fuck you ?"

"Yes, please. I don't want to become pregnant..." answered the nervous young housewife.

The black boss gracefully pulled himself up and walked around the desk, where he looked down at the shy and misfortune young housewife. He took her chin in his large hand and guided her lips to meet his. He let his long thick tongue caress her red painted thin lips and finally probed the outer defenses. After a few tries the young wife submitted and allowed his tongue to enter her warm and wet oral cavity. His tongue forcefully explored her small mouth and she felt her own tongue duel with the thick intruder.

As his tongue sought out it's own conquest, he maneuvered his left hand to the blue vest covered breast. He massaged the sensitive hard orbs and finally started unbuttoning the top buttons. The action startled the housewife and she tried to step back. It was at this point that Karen fully comprehended where she was; and why she was here.

The buttons continued to be manipulated apart and Karen felt the large warm hand encompass her small firm breast. As Michael massaged the pretty breast meat, he rubbed the front of his pants against the tight stomach of the increasingly aroused housewife.

Karen grasped as she felt the hard black cock rub against her throbbing small hood of pleasure. The caress brings the swollen pussy lips to full arousal and the young tender housewife wraps her arms around the broad shoulders of her tormentor. Michael now has accomplished the unbuttoning of the vest and slips the offending garment from her delicate shoulders and allows the vest to fall to the floor. The movement brings into full view the small but perfect breasts.

As the dominant black looks down at the magnificent sight, he feels a surge of blood harden his thick black cock. Just as he squeezes the tender morsel sticking out from the perfect cylinder of flesh, he hears a knock at the office door. A smile creeping over his face he orders, "Enter."

The utterance stuns the aroused white housewife. Astonished she looks up into the smirking face of the black who was boldly fondling her tender breasts. Karen steps back and attempts to cover her breasts as the door swings open and a white co worker of her husband enters the room and is totally taken back at the sight of the cowering white housewife attempting to cover her bare chest. Stunned he stands with his mouth open and only then does he see the huge bulge in Michael Washington's tight Italian slacks. As he looks into Karen's humiliated eyes he feels a surge of manhood fill his work pants. He then quickly turns, mumbles his apologies and scurries to the door.

The black reaches out and pulls the stunned housewife against his muscular shoulders by her long flowing blonde hair. "You won't need your skirt. Take it off," he sternly orders.

Confused by the last few moments Karen quickly unclasps the side hook and lowers the zipper. As the skirt falls to the floor the Black Master is presented with a striking portrait of the beautiful housewife's long legs encased in shimmering black thigh high hose. He reaches down and gently strokes the tightly muscled stomach of the beautiful girl. His slow circular stroking continues until it reaches the top of the black lace panties. While he is stroking the taut stomach, he looks into the closed eyes of the sensuously swaying housewife. Her tongue licks her red covered lips and a quiet sob escapes her lips.

"Do you want my black cock Mrs. Saunders ?" Michael asks.

In a trance, a sexual trance that she has never before experienced, the young housewife submissively mutters, "Yes... Yes I want your black cock."

The black boss understands that the continuing conquest of the beauty is his sexual need. The need to totally break the fragile white wives of his broken workers. After they fall under his total and complete sexual domination, he will destroy the husbands' sense of self worth.

"Remove my shirt; then my pants. I want you to stroke my cock with those delicate fingers of yours," he orders.

Karen obediently obeys her master. She carefully removes his shirt and then pulls the expensive dress pants from his muscular thighs. He, of course does not wear underwear and the long hard thick black cock springs from its constricted confines as the pants are pulled down his legs.

Michael guides the sexually intoxicated housewife to the large leather sofa opposite his desk and she slides down in the soft cushions. Unbelieving, she stares at the nine inch steel hard cock as Michael drops to his knees. He places his fingers in the tight waist band of the black lace panties and slowly; agonizingly slowly drags the covering cloth from Karen's leaking woman channel. Karen begs him to hurry but Michael merely drags the black panties down the long, long legs.

Closing her eyes she prays that he will strip the cloth from between her legs so that he can bury his hard black cock deep into her belly.

Michael looks into the wet and inviting chamber of love and lowers his head and licks the outer pussy folds. The gentle scraping nearly brings Karen to a full and complete climaxes as she raises her hips to engage the pleasure giving tongue. "Please suck me... Oh my God!!!!!!" she screams.

The more that Karen begs for his tongue; for his cock the more that Michael hesitates. Time is not of importance... Total Sexual Domination is of importance. Michael Washington is firmly in control of the writhing housewife begging for his cock below him.

"Does the prim and proper little wife want a little black cock?" mocks the Black Master.

"OH God; I'm begging you. Please I can't wait... Please have mercy!!!!" wails the aroused housewife. Michael wraps his hand around the black cock and knee walks the several steps towards the out stretched legs of his latest conquest. Once the pleasure of the tongue stops, Karen opens her eyes and is awestruck with the huge black cock inching it's way towards her sopping pussy channel. She rapidly scoots her ass towards the massive black weapon leveraging his body on the heels of her feet to gain greater leverage.

As the tip of the black cock touches the tight but lubricated pussy lips Karen nearly passes out. She can feel the intense heat of the purple tip of the hard black cock and is startled as Michael allows the tip to insert itself into the channel opening. Karen moans as the tip is thrust against the ungiving opening.

The white housewife is becoming startled that maybe the huge pole will not fit in her seldom stretched sex. The consumed girl is pushing herself against the unmoving mass of her black lover.

"Do you want me to stop and put on one of your husband's rubbers ?" he asks; a smug smile stretching across his face.

"NO... You can't leave me... Please enter me; Please OH GOD fuck meeeeee..." Karen screams. The begging can be heard by Michael's secretary in the outer office. It is a sound that she hears almost daily since Michael Washington has taken over the company. A different day... A different white wife.

Inch by agonizing inch Michael inserts his cock into the tight wet cunt. When he reaches four inches he stops the insertion and looking into Karen's tormented and pleasure wracked face mocks the housewife.

"This is as long as your husband's cock. It's all that I'm going to give you today... "

Karen desperately thrusts against the massive black body. She grabs at his shoulders and wraps her long legs around the back of his thighs doing everything she can to force more of his black cock into her love chamber. However try as she does the black does not allow another precious inch of black manhood to be imbedded into the now stretched womanhood.

"Clench your pussy... I want you to suck my black cum out by massaging my black cock with your pussy muscles. Please me and I will flood your chamber... Disappoint me and I'll strap your white ass with my belt." commands the black boss.

Karen willingly complies with the order. She craves for her release. The black monster fucking her is bringing her to a total arousal; to a total climax that she has never experienced from her inept white husband.

"Reach down with those dainty hands of yours. Milk my cock you little whore," continues the humiliating orders from Karen's black tormentor.

Karen desperately reaches for the hard black cock and eagerly milks the man weapon as her pussy contracts against the hard organ. Frantically she masturbates herself with Michael's black cock and is astounded that there is a full five inches not yet inserted into her full and stretched woman hole.

Michael continues his mocking; "Do you want my black seed you little tramp ?"

Mrs. Karen Saunders has left reality. All she can comprehend is that her climax is seconds away as she strokes; clinches and begs that Michael fuck her. Michael finally succumbs to the pleasure that the frantic housewife is producing and feels his nut sack explode its life producing fluid into the clenching pussy. Michael's climax ignites the screaming housewife's own delayed release and Michael lets the screaming woman continue to thrust against his still hard cock. He rests on his haunches while Karen continues her inhuman writhing. Her thrusting continues for nearly ten minutes as she reaches orgasm after orgasm. Michael never allows the young beauty access to his five inches that he held in reserve for their next meeting.

At long last Karen finally burns herself out and falls against the back of the sofa in total exhaustion. Her sweat coated body continues to throb as her heart muscle finally catches up with her total sexual climax.

After what seemed an eternity, Karen opens her weary eyes and looks down her tight body. Her hard nipples had finally returned to their normal softness. She raises slightly and sees the soft fleece lined pussy hair matted with the black's man cum. The abundant black sperm was dripping from her still quaking pussy lips and falling to the carpet. Her eyes focus on Michael as he caught the dripping sperm between his fingers and brings the fingers to her lips, where he coated them with the salty tasting sticky covering.

Her tongue snakes out and she tastes the discharge. He then coats her body with the drippings and she did not resist.

Finally, at long last he rose and gave a final order, "Clean me."

Without hesitation Mrs. Karen Saunders slides from the couch and brought her searching tongue to the now semi hard black cock. The cock was still dripping and Karen carefully captured each drop as she bathed it with her tongue and lips. After cleaning the black cock, she searched for the huge nut sack which she expertly sucked into her wet mouth; cleaning her black master thoroughly.

Michael then rose and walked to his desk where he sits down and watches the pretty housewife put on her wrinkled and soaked clothing. He does not speak and the housewife shot back to reality meekly dresses.

Humbly she walked towards the door and fatigued makes her way down the long stairs to the parking lot below. She reaches her car as the plant was discharging it's tired group of employees. When David comes out he is surprised to find his pretty wife by the office door. Waving he scurries over to where she is standing.

Reaching her at the same time that Michael Washington exited the office door the three stared at each other. David was perplexed why his wife would be at the factory. Karen merely stared at the ground as she felt Michael's sperm exit her pussy hole and drop down the inside of her thighs.

Michael was the first to speak... "Here are your husband's rubbers Mrs. Saunders," as he handed the Trojan lubricated rubbers to Karen's outstretched hands.

He was amused at the startled looks of the husband and wife standing before him. Meekly, Karen extended her hand and retrieved the unused condoms from the huge black paw of her ravisher.

"Before you leave Mrs. Saunders... I want you to give me your black panties. I would like them for a souvenir of our little meeting this afternoon," mocked the huge black master standing before the startled husband and wife.

A number of the other workers had converged on the small assemble and stood around with a puzzled look on their faces not knowing what was transpiring. Their startled faces became ashen as Mrs. Karen Saunders lifted her short skirt and quickly lowered her black panties. Humiliated, her hands trembling she extended her hand with the panties to the black plant owner. Michael did not retrieve his prize immediately but let the beautiful housewife continue to offer her panties in front of the assembled plant workers.

At long last; after nearly a minute he retrieved the panties and brought the soaked panties to his nose and inhaled the sweet mixture of black sperm and white pussy juice.

Turning to reenter his office he offered his parting statement, "I'll call you when I want you again Mrs. Saunders." He then opened the door and disappeared leaving the couple and assembled enthronged staring at each other.

David felt completely drained as he stood before his fellow co-workers after seeing his beautiful wife willingly give her panties to his domineering black boss. What he did not realize was his trip to hell was just starting.

The End