The mood in the Law Offices of Wright and Wright had taken on an opportunistic air as the new young black attorney; Mr. Jerome Bettis arrived on Monday morning. Although the law firm was one of the oldest and most prestigious in Memphis, Tennessee it had several financial reverses during the last three years. Up until the arrival of the 30 year old black attorney the mood of the personnel was decidedly on edge. The turn about had taken place as a result of Mr. Bettis being retained by the black employees of the Greater Louisiana Oil Company. Several of the white officers had made rather derogatory remarks about the "black porch monkeys" under their tutelage. As a result the black employees were on the verge of the largest out of court settlement in the history of the country. Leading the charge and final settlement was Mr. Jerome Bettis; former black gang member of the BGE's and now a up and coming young attorney; who was also the savior of the old south white law firm of Wright & Wright. Although the white law firm was far more racist than the Greater Louisiana Oil Company they understood business. It was now good business to hire as a full partner the arrogant Mr. Bettis. The good Mr. Bettis and his new friends at Wright and Wright were due to receive their one third share of one hundred fifty million dollars. Even the old line Southern Partners were bowing and bestowing on Mr. Bettis anything his little black heart desired. Mr. Bettis walked into the law library of the firm and started shaking hands with the twelve senior partners. The patriarch of the firm, Mr. Bougehard Wright welcomed the black upstart with open arms. "Anything that this law firm can provide to make your work easier is at your disposal..." came the smiling dribble. Mr. Bettis had completed his homework on the prestigious law firm weeks ago. The Research staff was unequaled and the talents of the support staff were the best of any law firm in the country. "Let me cut through the bullshit Bougehard. I will make this firm an obscene amount of money this next twelve months and I will demand perfection.....and total obedience. First I need a top notch assistant....that will be Mrs. Anna Belvoir.. That is satisfactory to you isn't it Bougehard ?" he arrogantly asked. The senior partner felt his face become red with anger. Anna Belvoir was the most senior; most competent para legal the firm possessed and she was considered the private property of the senior partner. Her long lean frame was topped by beautiful long red hair which she usually wore in a severe bun. Although she usually wore conservative suits most of the young studs in the law office noticed the 36-26-36 sleek frame. Her 36C breasts were showing only the slightest of droop; and were topped by rock hard pencil sized nipples that became hard at the slightest measure of arousal. Since her husband Jim, an overworked accountant seldom found the time, energy, or skill to service the smoldering middle age beauty the good Mr. Bougehard managed to rendezvous with Mrs. Anna Belvoir at the exclusive Chestwood Hotel in downtown Memphis on a rather regular basis. And now.......this pompous young black upstart had the audacity to demand that Anna would now be HIS assistant. As the other eleven white partners sat looking with amused expressions he finally surrendered his plaything........"If you feel you need the services of Mrs. Belvoir; then she is at your disposal Mr. Bettis," the Senior Partner finally offered. There were several bemused sighs as the other partners in the law firm rejoiced at the older man's humiliation at the hands of the young arrogant black attorney. Jerome then turned to leave the gathering and mentioned over his shoulder, "Bring me Mrs. Belvoir's personal file and her security file. I need to review her qualifications before I meet with her in thirty minutes." Rage engulfed Mr. Bougehard Wright's face as he was ordered about by the most junior partner of the huge law firm; and a "black porch monkey" at that. Angrily he ordered the trifle task to be performed by one of his smirking white colleagues. As he thought about the pretentious request he asked himself how the newest attorney knew about the "security" reports that the firm had compiled on all partners and staff of the law firm. The security report was routinely updated by a local private investigating firm on all members of the firm and contained from time to time very sensitive information about the individuals partners and employees. This data enabled him; the most senior partner to know all the weaknesses; vices and other incriminating details about those who worked under him. His mind drifted knowing the details in Mrs. Anna Belvior's private file. When Boughard returned to his office he stood beside Anna's large cherry desk directly outside his inner office. "I'm afraid that Mr. Bettis has requested that you be assigned to assist him in the Greater Louisiana Oil Company case. I'm.............sorry," he managed to speak as he turned and walked hurriedly into his office. The large oak door shut solidly....... Anna could not believe what he had just told her.... Mrs. Anna Belvoir was brought up on an elegant old South plantation in Southern Alabama. She could trace her ancestry back to the Civil War and she had attended all the right finishing schools. Her disgust of Black People in general and Mr. Bettis in particular was well known throughout the office. She considered herself above the black race and had on many occasions explained her views that they should still be "shackled and working in the cotton fields; with a heavy dose of the cat o'nine tales applied liberally.........." She was quickly brought out of her stupor when one of the other secretaries stopped in front of her desk. "Mr. Bettis wants you in his office; Now!" she brusquely informed the vacant staring beauty. Mrs. Anna Belvoir was the most senior para legal and she was in charge of training and disciplining all the other staff in the large office. Most, if not all, disliked her patronizing and know it all attitude, coupled with her being the prize pet of the Senior Partner, made her transfer all the more satisfying for the many gathered cadre. With her head held high she walked the short distance down the hall to the second largest office in the firm. The office, on the twentieth floor overlooked the graceful and manicured lawn of the largest downtown park in the country. Mr. Bettis was looking out the large windows when Anna knocked and let herself in. She stood in front of his oversized desk and waited for him to acknowledge her. After several minutes she cleared her throat hoping to gain his attention. She felt a deep apprehension as she gazed on the muscular torso of her new "boss". His lean hard stomach; his muscular arms and chest; and his haughty stance caused the middle age wife to catch her breath. She let her eyes fall to the front of his slacks and thought she saw the outline of his cock..... "Mrs. Belvoir, let me begin by setting the guidelines that you will now be expected to follow; follow without exception; and follow without questioning. >From this point on I will be addressed as Mr. Bettis. You will do exactly as I say and you will never, I repeat, NEVER, question my orders. Do we understand everything so far Mrs. Belvoir ?" he sternly stated. Anna was caught offguard......... She started to murmur some reply but was again caught offguard as the black attorney turned and sat down behind his large cherry desk..... Feeling light headed Anna slid down into one of the burgundy Queen Ann chairs and returned his intense stare. "You were not given permission to sit. Until or unless you are given those liberties you will remain standing Mrs. Belvoir," Jerome ordered. Anna, her face reddening, stood and started towards the door. "If you leave this office you will be dismissed this instant. And as you know you will forfeit your $ 165,000 401-K profit sharing plan. Now what would Daddy and Mommy do without you loaning them the money to save "Hillcrest" their civil war era mansion......" Jerome questioned. A surge of sheer panic enveloped poor Anna. The 401-K profit sharing plan was designed so that until one had worked in the law offices twenty years there was no vesting. And........Anna's mother and father were on the verge of losing her childhood home to foreclosure. Anna had counted on the vesting of her 401-K plan to secure the note on the grand old mansion and save her piece of history forever..... Now..........this self important black attorney was threatening her best laid plans. She stood by the large door guarding the entrance and felt herself start to shiver all over trying to come to terms with the last several minutes of the arrogant black man's control over her life. With reason returning to her tormented mind she turned and returned to the front of his desk. "I'm sorry......" was her simple apology. "From now on I will be taking the place of the limp dicked old man that you previously served. I expect...NO I DEMAND that you serve me in every way that you served him. Do you understand Mrs. Belvoir ?" Jerome asked. With trembling voice she softly muttered, "Yes...." "Now that we understand each other fully I will give you your instructions for the rest of the week. From this day forward I will be interviewing a group of angry black men. I expect that from now on you will look like something more than a middle age Lesbian. You will purchase and commence from this day forward dress like a woman should. You will wear hose; garter; and no dress that is longer than four inches above those hidden dimpled knees of yours. I want you to start wearing those wonder bras that will lift and separate those delightful, if small, little breasts that you want to hide. I want you to throw those flat little shoes away and wear heels and knee high boots with at least three inch heels. In short Mrs. Belvoir, I expect you to put stiffness in every black prick that walks through my door. Is that understood ?" Mrs. Anna Belvoir, her rage barely under control wanted to verbally castrate the arrogant and pretensious black attorney giving her these lewd demands. But reason raised it's ugly head and she reluctantly decided to save her birth place. Raising her pretty face she looked into the dark forbidding eyes of her tormentor. "I understand your demands," was her simple quiet statement. "We start tomorrow at 9:00 AM. Be punctual..." Jerome closed the first meeting between the two antagonists. Anna slowly walked to the door. Just as her petite hand reached for the knob Jerome spoke again, "Wait just a minute Mrs. Belvoir." Anna stood facing the door with dread in her face as she heard the muscular black man walk to where she was standing. Putting his large black hands on her shoulders he turned her around. Looking down at the trembling wife he spoke again, "Who is your boss Mrs. Belvoir ?" With her trembling lips she softly answered, "You are my boss Mr. Bettis." With a smile on his handsome black face he then gave he his next command. "Kiss your boss good bye for the day Mrs. Belvoir." Her face became very pale. She had always loathed black people.....she had been brought up to think of them as inferior; and now she was being ordered to kiss her new black boss. The man who had turned her ordered and tranquil life upside down in only thirty minutes. She started to shake her head from side to side and then looking into the dark demanding eyes of her new boss merely dropped her eyes and raised her lips to his thick lips. She let her small delicate tongue slide between her lips and explore his wet mouth and thick tongue. As her tongue entered his wet opening she felt his strong hands circle her thin waist and pull her tight lean body against his muscular body. Putting her small hands on his muscular chest she tried to resist..........until she felt the hard black pole push against her lower abdomen and rub against her throbbing womanhood. The unwanted sensation was very disturbing to Anna. She pushed harder against the muscular pectorals but the harder she tried to push him away the more he pulled her soft body against his muscular frame. Jerome felt the forty year old wife try to resist; try to push away from his hard masculine body. But.......he felt her tongue probe deeper and deeper in his mouth. He felt her delicate tongue duel with his own........and he felt her pulsating womanhood rub against his hard manhood. He played with the distraught wife......until he was bored. Pushing her away he finally mocked her once more, "Displease me Mrs. Belvoir and I will spank that Lilly white ass of yours until you won't be able to sit down for a week. Understand ?" With her ragged emotions running rampid she meekly answered, "Yes Mr. Bettis. I won't disappoint you..." She then turned once again and opened the large oak door to the temporary freedom and safety of the outer office. Mr. Jerome Bettis, Esquire, looked at the beautiful red haired wife scurry from his office. He thought to himself that within the week he would bury his long black cock deep into the pretty woman running from his domination. Tomorrow would be the test. If the white wife showed up at his office dressed as he ordered she would be his. If she resisted she would have to be broken like a defiant mare......... And like a defiant mare Jerome Bettis had the donkey dick to subdue the beautiful white wife. Anna scurried from the office. Never in her twenty four years was she treated in such a disparaging way. She cursed her new boss; she cursed her old boss; she cursed her untenable situation. She thought of her parents; of her childhood old Southern mansion. She finally after hours of soul searching resigned herself to her subservience to her new Black Master. There was only one solution....... no matter how degrading that submission. Since she had the balance of the day off she used the valuable time to search the more exclusive stores in downtown Memphis. She felt embarrassed as she tried on the slinky lingerie. The sales staff of the exclusive stores were more than happy to assist the platinum carrying red head. They smiled when the conservatively dressed professional woman kept seeking the more risquÈ' dresses; skirts and upper scale outfits. Feeling exhausted after her all day shopping excursion the pretty white wife hurried home. She sat on her long white sofa and tried to comprehend the rapid changes occurring in her life. After several hours her always tired husband Jim finally drug himself home. He tried to understand the odd mood that his wife was in...but..... there was something that didn't seem right. Finally....... Anna scooted next to her husband on the long white sofa. "Jim, today a black attorney was made a full partner at the firm. I was assigned to work as his assistant in the Greater Louisiana Oil Company lawsuit..." Anna let the simple statements soak in. "Jim.......he has made some very dark demands. I.... ah.....don't know if I can....." Anna's voice faded. She looked into her husband's face. Her husband of nearly twenty years sit with a look of puzzlement. He did not understand what she was saying...... or what she wasn't saying. "Jim, he made me kiss him when I left.. I didn't want to but he made me.... I had no choice," she tried to explain. "I kissed him on the lips and he pulled me against him. I tried to put my hands on his chest and push him away but he was too strong. I tried but...... but he pulled me ever closer and he rubbed himself against me Jim," tears forming in her dark emerald eyes. Anna finally cleared the tears from her face and then looked at her husband. He was strangely silent. Her eyes dropped to his lap where she her eyes captured his tented trousers. Her husband's long dormat manhood was standing at attention...it tented out at a ninety degree angle. Anna let her delicate hand fall to her husband's manhood. She softly stroked the hard penis and looked up into his quiet reflective face. She gripped her husband's refound hardness and stroked the five inch penis through the fabric of his dress slacks. After only a few minutes she spoke again, "Jim..... he rubbed his black cock against my mound when he forced me to kiss him...He makes me call him MR. BETTIS.... Jim.. I am afraid that he will try and fuck me........." She felt her husband's sticky discharge as the slippery sperm coated the outside of his pants. She looked up and saw her husband's eyes roll to the back of his face. His breathing was heavy and he continued to shoot spunk into his underwear coating his suit pants. "You want me to fuck him don't you Jim ?" Mrs. Anna Belvoir asked her husband........ The dull look in his eyes gave Anna her answer. She lifted herself from the sofa and made her way to their bedroom. Her husband spent the night on the sofa. He could not face his wife until he could come to terms with his own erotic feelings. Having his wife describe how a black man had fondled her in his office...rubbed his long black cock against her tender pussy. His cock twitched once again spewing more jism in his underwear...... Anna spent a very restless night. She woke several times dreading the beginning of the next day. When her alarm finally rang she jumped up. As she completed dressing and was putting on her make up her husband sluggishly returned to their bedroom. He looked at his wife's long tapered legs clad in white stockings... The off white skirt was nearly six inches shorter than her customary skirts. His eyes widen as he took in the vision of his beautiful wife as she applied her bright red lip gloss.. The hardness in his underwear returned. Anna, nervous about her first day with her new boss brushed her husband aside as she exited the bedroom. "Will you tell me ?" Jim sheepishly asked. Anna looked at her husband. Her disgust covered her pretty face. She brushed her long red hair from her face. "No......." she sternly answered. Mrs. Anna Belvoir felt each set of eyes in the office turn as she made her way to the outer office of Mr. Jerome Bettis. Everyone in the office had admired her beauty from afar. Today; with her new outfit; everyone could admire the beautiful white wife as she slowly made her way to her "new" desk; directly outside the door of the second largest office in the law firm. Shortly the intercom beeped. "In my office, NOW," was the simple command. Anna rose with every eye in the office on her. She gently opened the large oak door and entered. She carefully shut the door and stood before the large cherry desk of her new "boss". Jerome was sitting behind his desk and had Anna's purse open. He emptied the contents on the smooth surface. Her package of birth control pills caught his eye and he played with them between his fingers. He then slowly...and one by one punched the little white tablets from their designated slots. Once the thirty pills were removed he swept them all into the waste basket. He then looked up at the pretty white wife and finally spoke, "You won't need these from now on. It will put a little excitement in our relationship. And.........you don't fuck your little white boy husband without my permission. Do you understand ?" Anna showed no emotion as she answered her new superior, "I understand Mr. Bettis." Jerome then let the pretty wife stand before him several minutes before he looked up again. His face was expressionless. He reached for a ruler and walked around his desk to where Anna was standing silently. He placed the ruler at the top of the Anna's dimpled knee. Looking up he merely stated, "Three and one half inches." With his dark forbidding eyes staring into Anna's frightened face he asked his next question, "What length of skirt did I order you to wear Mrs. Belvoir ?" Her voice started to tremble..."Four inches Mr. Bettis." Jerome sat down in one of the luxurious leather chairs. He pointed with his finger to a thin branch in the corner of his office. "Bring the willow branch to me," her sternly ordered. Anna stood still for a moment contemplating her rapidly spiraling predicament. The fear swept through her limbs. She wanted to say something but no words would form in her trembling lips. After an eternity she felt her legs carry her to the corner of the office. Her delicate fingers grasp the willow branch and she brought the thin frightening instrument to the seated black man. She handed the willow to Jerome who took the thin reed in his muscular black hand. "Turn around..." he ordered. Anna turned and faced the large windows. "Lift your skirt..." was his next order. Anna grasp the hem of her off white skirt in her hands and bending pulled the hem up......until the darker white bands of her stockings became visible. "Higher," was his next simple command. The skirt was raised another several inches until the lace around the white panties was visible. "What did I tell you Mrs. Belvoir ?" Jerome questioned. Her voice stuttered, "You..... told me to wear my skirts four inches from my knees Mr. Bettis...." "And if you didn't ?" he asked. Her voice trembled noticeably. "You said.......you said that...... that you would spank my Lilly white ass.." she finally was able to get the words from her lips. The first slashing blow hit her upper thighs. The sound was sharp and distinct. Anna moaned when the thin reed ripped against the white silk of her hose. She knew that her co-workers could hear the reed as it whipped through the thin air and made contact with her muscled upper thighs. She received four brutal strokes and tears dripped from her eyes and feel to the thick white carpet. Jerome sat back down when the punishment ended. Anna stood, bent at the waist with the hem of her skirt in her delicate fingers. "You may pull your skirt down after you thank me for correcting your first flaw of the day Mrs. Belvoir," Jerome sternly stated. "Thank you for correcting me Mr. Bettis," Anna sobbed. Anna then stood and smoothed her skirt. She faced the large windows as she tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. The intercom beeped and a receptionist announced the arrival of Jerome Bettis' first client interview. "Show the young man in," came the stern command. Anna turned and walked to the door. As she opened the door she noticed that everyone was staring at her. The tears continued to drip from her pretty emerald eyes. As she walked to the reception area she noticed the stunned look of Mr. Bougehard Wright III. He quickly turned and retreated to his office. He did not want to witness the submission of his pretty assistant. When she walked into the reception area her eyes quickly focused on an angry black man in his early twenties. He had a hard arrogant look on his young face and a smirk on his lips. As she looked at the young black man she recalled what her mother had always told her as she was growing up. "The reason they are black is so that we can easily identify them. Never get close to them as they will spray their poison deep into you and ruin you for a good man...." The words ran through her mind as she motioned for the black man to follow her. As she led him back to Jerome Bettis' office she could feel his dark eyes on her tight swaying ass cheeks. She held the door open as he entered and then followed him. The young black man dropped into the expensive chair and returned the smile of the black attorney. "You shore have a sweet little bitch here brother..... Have you buried your black cock into her sweet honey pie yet," he boastfully questioned. Jerome smiled but did not answer his question. Instead he politely asked, "Is there anything Mrs. Belvoir can get for you before we start ?" "Well Bro I be thinking that a glass full of sipping whiskey would shore hit the spot," his white teeth shining in the early morning light. Turning to Anna, Jerome brusquely ordered, "Go get Bougehard's best Kentucky Whiskey for my new client. And bring THREE glasses." Anna started to protest but decided against comment. Nine o'clock in the morning and these two black men wanted to start drinking hard liquor? Her mind could not fathom the rationale but excused herself and left to retrieve the requested items. When she entered Mr. Bougehard Wright's office she made the simple request. She heard him murmur something under his breath but felt it best she not follow up the comment. Without speaking she quickly turned and exited the senior partner's office. Upon re-entering Jerome's office she found the two black men laughing. Their eyes quickly refocussed on her tight lean body as she put the three glasses and whiskey decanter on Jerome's desk. "Pour three glasses to the top and take one..." Jerome ordered. Anna started to say, "I don't......" but caught herself. Her upper thighs still burned from her first infraction of the day. She handed the two black men their glasses full of Kentucky sipping whiskey but left hers own the desk. The black client was sprawled in the large leather chair turned to Anna. "I let my bitches drink first. Drink the whiskey honkey !" Both sets of black eyes were focused on Anna. Self consciously she grasped the heavy glass. Bringing the rim of the glass to her red coated lips she let the burning liquid slide down her throat. "Drink it all," Jerome ordered. Anna brought the glass to her lips and again let the burning whiskey race to her stomach. It was hot and burned her throat. Anna did not drink and the high octane lubricant immediately had an effect on the pretty wife. She almost immediately felt light headed and grabbed the edge of the desk to steady herself. "Pour yourself another drink before we begin Mrs. Belvoir," dictated Jerome. With unsteady hands Anna poured herself another eight ounces of pure alcohol. She tried to focus her eyes on the two black men but couldn't. She brought the foul tasting liquid to her lips and drained about a third of the glass. The black client smiled and then intentionally dropped his pen to the thick white carpet. Both Anna and Jerome observed the deliberate act. "Well, Pick up my client's pen," came the matter of factly order from Jerome. On suddenly unsteady legs Anna walked the three or four steps and then gracefully bent her legs to retrieve the discarded pen. When she rose she felt the black hands...... The long black fingers started at her knee.....and then slowly....slowly.... inched upward. The warm fingers made a slight circular motion as they carefully traveled up the sweet nylon covered legs. Looking forlornly into the smiling eyes of Jerome Anna sobbed quietly, "Please.....make him stop." Her plea went unanswered. Jerome's face was covered with a smirking smile as he observed the black fingers disappear under the short white skirt. "Don't you like those black fingers on those tender Lilly white legs of yours Mrs. Belvoir ?" Anna shivered as the long black fingers reached the top of her hose. She felt the fingers insert themselves between the garter clasps and her suddenly warm upper thighs. The fingers played with the top of her hose..... and then unsnapped the garter clasps. The metallic uncoupling screamed in the quiet room. The two black men could hear Anna's breathing as she sensously swayed back and forth. Jerome reached over the desk and retrieved Anna's half empty whiskey glass. He put the glass in her hand and gave her his simple command, "Finish your drink.." Anna needed both of her trembling hands to grasp the glass. Closing her eyes she brought the glass to her lips. Just as the rim of the glass touched her lips she felt the tips of the menacing fingers touch the leg openings of her white lace panties. "Oh God No....." escaped from her lips. Anna heard the squeals of delight as the seated black continued to caress her upper thighs. Anna continued to firmly grasp the glass containing the mind numbing lubricant. She sucked down another large swig of the brown fluid. "I asked if you liked a black man's hand on your legs Anna ?" Jerome asked again. Through her tear stained eyes Anna shook her head from side to side but could not speak. Jerome rose from his chair. He walked around to the front of his desk and stood facing his sobbing assistant. He pried the empty whiskey glass from her hands and put it on the desk. Standing in front of Anna he let the back of his hands softly caress the outside of her white satin blouse. He smiled..... her nipples were hard. Her lips trembled as Anna tried to form words to alleviate her terrifying predicament. She envisioned herself standing between two muscular black men as they fondled and groped her virgin white body. She had always loathed black men yet..................the probing black fingers were coated with her dew. The fingers found the red welts of her punishment and gently scraped the red flesh. The gentle touch against the hot welt brought another gasp of pleasure from the tormented wife. Her nipples were painfully hard as her black superior was casually rubbing the back of his hands against the sensitive orbs of pleasure. Anna felt the first button being pushed through the small opening. She lowered her face and looked at the strong black hands as they carefully unbuttoned the second......and the third...... and the fourth buttons. The stark contrast of the black fingers as they manipulated the white pearl buttons on the background of the white satin material of her blouse. The absolute contrast between the black skin and her pure body made her tight hole excrete more feminine moisture into the gently caressing black fingers hidden beneath her skirt. Jerome gently pulled the tails of her blouse from her skirt. Anna tightened her smooth stomach allowing the soft cloth to be extracted. Once the blouse was free she felt Jerome's strong hands cup her breasts. The half bra pushed up the underside of her slightly drooping flesh; and when the front hook was dislodged the 36C flesh fell forward into Jeromes waiting hands. His finger and thumb squeezed the hard nipples and brought another grasp from her lips. As her nipples were being punished by Jerome's strong fingers she felt the other set of black fingers tighten on the elastic at the top of her panties. She closed her eyes again as she felt the white lace being pulled ever so slowly over her tight butt cheeks. Jerome leaned close and with his lips only inches from her right ear softly asked, "Have you ever felt a black cock.. A cock from a real man ?" The alcohol fogged mind was confused. The panties continued to be slowly pulled from her hips. The sensitive nipples were being twisted between fingers and thumb...... "Take my cock out Anna...." Jerome whispered. Anna tried to reason. She could not comprehend her current plight. She felt her hands drop to her side and then reach slightly forward. At the first contact she could not comprehend the length of the hard pipe that her fingers tried to encircle. "This could not be a man's penis," her mind tried to reason. She stretched her fingers trying to gain the leverage to encircle the huge menacing organ. She could not imagine that a man could have such an appendage. Her mind flashed back to the previous night and her husband's pitiful manhood that emptied itself inside his pants. Anna released the hard throbbing organ and searched for Jerome's belt and zipper. She pulled on the buckle of the belt and at the same moment felt her panties drop from her knees to the carpeted floor. Frantically she pulled the belt back and felt the prong slip from the little hole. She then found the zipper at the instant the tip of the second black man's finger tip pushed up into her steaming lips. "Oh MY GODDDD," she screamed. She struggled with the zipper but was able at long last to pull it down. As the metal slipped down she felt the hot flesh of Jerome's black manhood flop against the back of her delicate hand. Turning her hand over she seemed to weigh the ten inch steel bar. She could not encircle the black flesh with her delicate hands. Her mind drifted back and forth from her alcoholic stupor and tried to imagine how massive was her Superior's manhood. Anna kept her eyes closed. She was afraid she would pass out if she opened them. The one black intruding digit was joined by a second one. It sawed into her tender flesh as she tried to escape the invasion by standing on her tip toes. "Spread yourself for me," ordered the seated black client. Anna could not resist any longer. She spread her long tapered legs....the only limitation was the white lace panties binding her ankles. The black fingers sawed in and out of Anna's over flowing pussy. As the fingers spread her tender lips she grabbed the hard black cock in her hand and gripped the organ as hard as she could. Absently she started milking the long black organ in the same rhythm as the tormenting fingers buried deep in her hole. Jerome cruelly twisted Anna's nipples as his arousal roared to a peek with the death grip of the white wife's delicate fingers. The poor white wife struggled to reach climax. She thrusted her hips down against the menacing black fingers. A third finger lodged itself into her tight passage and Anna struggled to open her hole to the gripping black fingers. Jerome was the first.......... White scalding cum shot from his long hose. The spunk coated the bunched white skirt of the beautiful middle age wife. She felt the wet discharge and the knowledge pushed her own tight body over the burning threshold. The staff heard the passionate scream from the inner office. They looked at each other and smiled. A universal thought was in everyone's mind. "Little Miss Goody Two Shoes; the senior partner's mistress was getting what she deserved....." Anna fell to her knees as her climax made her body shudder. The probing black fingers followed her to the floor and continued to fill her seeping hole. Her lips were swollen and red as she tried to crawl away but the black man would not allow the pretty wife escape. Anna crawled to the window but the black followed her. She started to pull herself up when she felt the hard black cock scrape the top of her stockings. "NOOOOOOOOOO," she screamed. Theodore buried his cock hard and deep. The wet channel provided the lubrication for the initial insertion and the forceful impalement prevented Mrs. Anna Belvoir's escape. She was forced against the four foot ledge in front of the window as the black had total control of her tender chute. After the initial insertion Anna was able to relax....and accept the long prod. The half naked secretary was brutally fucked until she screamed for release. She felt Theodore tighten..... and then felt the hot liquid coat her inner chamber. The tip of his black cock had pushed against her cervix and caused her pain...before feeling the total impalement ignited her second climax. The two sex partners collapsed on the floor. Theodore nuzzled Anna's tender neck and sucked a large dark hickey on the soft flesh. Anna merely lay exhausted; lodged between the ledge and her first black lover. As she lay breathing heavily on the carpet she felt something wet caress her lips. She opened her eyes and seen the angry purple head of Jerome's huge black cock. Gripping the monster in his fist he rubbed it against Anna's delicate lips until she slowly parted them. Jerome inched the purple head into her wet and warm oral cavity and let her tongue clean the half dried jism. Anna subserviently serviced her master with her mouth. She tongue washed the still hard prong. It took only a few minutes for the huge black balls to empty themselves into Anna's sucking mouth. Anna added the fertile sperm to her stomach still filled with expensive whiskey. The three spent love mates relaxed on the deep white pile carpeting. Finally Jerome rose and pulled together his wardrobe. He returned to his chair and looked at the gentle rise and fall of Anna's nearly perfect breasts. Theodore's long black cock was still lodged in the white wife's stretched pussy. His cum was dripping out her hole and coating the tops of her white silk hose. After several minutes Theodore pulled his long cock from the warm passageway of the beautiful lady and squeezed the remaining contents on her upper thighs. Smiling he too returned to his chair. With her alcohol fogged brain Anna finally opened her eyes to the bright office lights. She could feel the two black's spunk over her body. Her tender nipples were red and swollen and her previously tight and seldom used woman chamber was stretched and dripping with black cum. She drug herself to a sitting position and felt the warm liquid leak from her stretched lower lips and coat the inside of her new skirt. Groggily she looked over to her smirking boss. Never had her husband Jim given her such pleasure. Her mind returned to the picture of Jerome punching each of her birth control pills out of their pouch. The fertile black sperm dripping from her stretched hole today will not make her pregnant but......... what about tomorrow ? On unsteady feet she rose and meekly asked Jerome, "May I go clean up Mr. Bettis ?" Jerome looked at the disheveled forty year old white wife and his cock twitched again. She was such a beautiful lady; and she was his. "If you drink another full glass of whiskey; you may clean yourself...." was the reply from Mrs. Anna Belvoir's superior. Wearily, Anna walked to the right side of the desk where the nearly empty whiskey bottle rested. With unsteady hands she poured herself another glass of the brown liquid. She swayed back and forth in front of her two black fuck masters. Her blouse was still unbuttoned and hung open exposing her white breasts with the red fuck marks gleaming in the early morning light. A large fist sized cum stain coated the front of her navy blue skirt. Theodore's sticky black cum dripped from her permanently stretched hole and coated her white silk hose. She had discarded her four inch white heels and her eyes were having a hard time remaining open. Her excessive forced consumption of potent Kentucky sipping whiskey made her distraught mind swirl. When her mind did return to a minute of reality she blamed the whiskey...... for her wantonness with her new black boss and his black client. "Drink your whiskey Mrs. Belvoir," Jerome ordered. Anna's eyes turned to her boss...... her new black master. With shaking hands she brought the glass to her lips and let the vile liquid slide down her throat. The brown liquid burned as it made it's journey. When the glass was drained Anna looked towards her black boss and then felt her legs weaken and she fell to the carpeted floor. She had mercifully passed out from the large quantity of alcohol. The two black men looked at her pretty lean body. Their eyes naturally focused on the vortex of her long pretty legs. Her swollen pussy lips could be seen under her rumpled skirt. With each labored breath another rope like string of Theodore's sperm slid from her battered woman chute. The lawyer and his client then finally got down to the business at hand. Strangling one of the largest corporations in the country. Theodore had accumulated a great deal of incriminating evidence and shared it freely with his new attorney. The two ordered one of the more white boy junior attorneys to fetch them lunch. They retrieved the gourmet lunch at the door. When Jerome looked out into the spacious office he could tell that everyone was fascinated by what they envisioned was happening behind locked doors. Anna's lack of sleep; brutal black fucking and excessive consumption of high potency liquid fire allowed her tired mind and body to sleep restfully the rest of the morning and afternoon. She finally woke up at five thirty. The office was mercifully void of any of her co-workers. Both Jerome and Theodore, his client had left several hours earlier. They had locked his office door when they left; which kept out the prying eyes of Anna's fellow workers. Anna's head throbbed from the hang over. Her body ached from the brutal sex that the two black men had casually helped themselves to. She convinced herself that they had taken her by force; or by the seduction of alcohol. If that was the case however; why did she feel so warm and mushy between her legs when she relived the morning; or at least what she could remember of the morning in her mind. Anna carefully put her clothes back together. As she looked down at her new expensive navy skirt she noticed the huge cum stain in the front. She couldn't see the similar stain just below her ass on the back of her skirt. Her nipples hurt where Jerome had cruelly twisted them as she was in the throes of sexual escastcy. Looking around the office she finally located her new lace wonder bra. Her breasts were nearly rubbed raw and when she clasp the bra the tightness caused her to feel the sensation. She walked behind the desk and retrieved several Kleenex which she used to wipe the ever present cum from her stockings....and her leaking pussy. As she daubed her swollen and stretched hole the paper cloth soaked up the sticky black cum. She looked into the glass bookcase and tried to straighten her long red hair. Her make up was streaked and runny... She did the best that she could and was finally satisfied. Anna reached down and pulled on her new shoes. She gathered her purse and stopped at the heavy oak door. Gently she twisted the lock and pulled the large door open very slowly. She looked out into the large reception area and was relieved to discover that she was alone in the office; or so she thought. She then quickly walked to the main door and let herself out. She did not look back; if she had she would have seen Bougehard Wright III with a forlorn look on his face. He was nearly a broken man; allowing his mistress to be taken from him by the arrogant black upstart. Bougehard was distressed to see his plaything walk past his door; obviously well fucked by his new nemesis. When Anna walked into the spacious kitchen her husband Jim was having a cup of coffee. He looked up and saw his beautiful wife..... Anna tried to read his expression; it was one of ...........excitement. She continued through the kitchen and went directly to their second floor bedroom. She stripped and left her clothes in a pile by the bed. Rapidly she escaped to the bath off the master bedroom. Turning on the shower she stepped in; the hot water soaked her tired body. The steam cleared her foggy mind. She stayed in the shower for nearly thirty minutes and finally emerged. She was refreshed and rejuvenated. She draped a towel around her wet hair and wrapped her tight body with another towel. As she stepped into the master bedroom she stopped in her tracks. Sitting on the edge of the bed was her husband Jim; her panties were in his hands and he was inhaling the sweet fragrances of her juices.....and the dried cum of her black sex partners. "What....... what are you doing Jim ?" she asked her husband. Suddenly startled Jim looked up and his emerging wife. He was immediately distressed; and embarrassed. "I...ah...." he meekly muttered. He dropped his head but kept his wife's panties in his hand. After several minutes Jim looked up at his irate wife. "Did you let him fuck you ?" Anna was angry......but she did not know where to direct her anger. She finally spoke to her husband, "Did I let who fuck me ?" As she spoke she let the towel fall from her beautiful body. Standing before her husband completely naked she could see his arousal; the second time in as many days. Jim's cock started to throb. "Did you let your black boss stick his cock into you ?" he asked again; this time rather sternly. Anna did not answer her husband. Seductively she spread her long white legs. Slowly her hands caressed her red marked breasts and dropped to the her waist. Looking directly at her husband's stunned face she spread her lips with her delicate fingers. "I didn't get it all out. Maybe you would like to try to suck the rest of it out ?" "You let another man fuck you ?" Jim Belvoir asked his wife. He seemed to be stunned at the possibility; even though he could smell the panties that he still held in his hands. "Come and suck it out Jim. Come and suck another man's sperm from your wife's cunt," Anna answered. Jim was paralyzed. His emotions were out of control; yet his cock was rock hard and sticking out at a ninety degree angle. Anna spreads her long legs even more. She prys her sex apart and mocking him again asks her husband, "Do you like my pink pussy Jim. HE liked my pussy.....Don't you want to suck my pussy ? Suck my pussy and I will tell you..... You want to hear about it don't you ? DON'T YOU ?" Jim, unsure of his emotions finally got up off the bed and walked from the bedroom with his wife's panties still in his hands. His wife laughed as he departed their bedroom. She let her index finger tease her clit..... She then put on a fresh pair of panties and slipped on a tight pair of jeans. Since her breasts still felt sensitive she decided to forego a bra. Putting on a white cotton shirt she buttoned the front and slipped on a pair of tennis shoes. She re-entered the kitchen and busied herself with the preparation of supper. Jim informed her that their eighteen year old daughter Alicia had called and would not be home for supper. The menu was simple; broccoli cheese soup and salad. The man and wife had just sit down to supper when the door chime rang. Agitated, Jim got up and walked to the door. He opened the door without seeing who was on the other side. It would be only his first mistake of this evening.......... Jerome Bettis brusquely walked by the startled husband. He walked into the kitchen and stood smiling at his startled assistant. Anna merely looked at the unwelcome intruder... She could not speak. Her husband walked up behind the muscular black man and asked him a simple question, "May I ask who you are ?" Smiling Jerome turned to the befuddled husband. "Maybe your wife would like to tell you who I am," he stated. Anna had dropped her gaze into the hot soup in front of her. She now looked up and seen the puzzlement in her husband's dumb founded face. "This is my new boss Jim," she softly said. Her husband's dull facial expression turned to one of apprehension. Jerome turned to Anna's husband and smugly asked, "Aren't you going to invite me to supper Mr. Belvoir ?" Jim, somewhat befuddled simply stated, "Why of course...." Mr. Jim Belvoir and his wife Anna were very anxious as the muscular black man sit down at their table. "Has Anna told you about me yet Mr. Belvoir ?" asked Jerome. Jim, uneasy in this new and different environment; answered quickly. "No......she hasn't." Jerome turning to the pretty white wife smiled. "Why my dear... I thought that you would tell your husband about your new master... and his new demands. Tell your husband our little arrangement at the office Anna." Anna shifted nervously in her chair. She felt Jerome's hand as it rested on her knee. "Mr. Bettis is my new supervisor at work Jim. He...... he has made my duties very clear. I.... ah...." Anna tried to answer. Anna felt the strong hand slide upper her upper thighs. It gripped her upper leg in it's vice like grip. "Don't be shy Anna. You may tell your husband what your punishment was this morning when you disobeyed my dress code." Anna's wide emerald eyes turned toward her husband. She then hurriedly turned back to Jerome's stern black face. Looking down at the table she softly answered her master's question. "Jerome established a dress code for me. The dress I wore today was not short enough and he......... He spanked me for disobeying him, Jim..." Jim sat at the table. His mouth was gaping open. He turned to Jerome, "You spanked my wife ?" he asked astoundingly. Jerome merely laughed at the white boy husband. He turned again to his plaything, "Show your husband where I marked you Mrs. Belvoir." Anna shook her head....... "Please don't make me Jerome..." "Show your husband where I put my mark on you. You disobeyed me and you were punished. Show him now or I will spank you again," Jerome ordered. He was becoming agitated at Anna's disobedience. He looked at the husband...... the husband was excited and he was........frightened by the black man sitting at his supper table. "I want you to leave Mr. Bettis...NOW," Jim ordered. Jerome's face hardened and he turned to look at the panicky husband. He reached over the short distance separating the two men and savagely cuffed the husband on the side of his head. The blow was a glancing blow and the impact didn't draw blood. Jim's stunned eyes however summed up the dramatic change in the kitchen of Mr. and Mrs. Jim Belvoir. "You sit there and shut up. You speak again and you and I will retire to the back yard and only one of us will return to be with your lovely wife. Do you understand me white boy ?" Jerome sharply established. Jim's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. The sharp blow had deflated his ego in front of his wife. He wanted to rebuff the arrogant black man...... he wanted to show his manhood and protect his wife... and his home. As he considered his alternatives he was struck sharply across the face. The blow knocked him out of his chair and he as he laid on the floor he looked up to the muscular black man that was dramatically changing his life. His only response was meek and frightened...... "Please don't hit me again...." Anna sit silently as Jerome Bettis established his domination over her frightened husband. It has been less than two days since her own submission to this powerful black man. Anna started shivering as she heard her husband begged the black man to not strike him again. Jerome resumed his seat and gave Anna a stern look. "I gave you an order. Do not make the mistake of disobeying it." Anna rose and looked at her sniveling husband. She silently unthreaded the metal button at the top off her jeans. Without looking down she then pulled the zipper down. She had to wiggle her hips to pull the tight jeans down her muscular thighs. She said nothing as she pulled the legs of the jeans over her feet. She had removed her shoes. The pretty white wife then turned and bent slightly at the waist. Jerome's black hands stroked her upper thighs and his fingers found the angry red welts and outlined them. Her Lilly white skin contrasted sharply with his dark hands. As his finger tips caressed the red welts she moaned softly. The wife remembered her punishment only a few short hours ago. Jim watched silently from his prone position on the kitchen floor. He felt his manhood harden and he was ashamed. A black man was casually stroking his nearly naked wife in their home and his cock was throbbing; harder than he could ever remember. "Remove your panties Mrs. Belvoir. I wish to play with your tight little pussy," Jerome ordered. Mrs. Anna Belvoir did not question the instruction. She had quickly learned that Jerome was not to be questioned. She wondered very briefly if he husband would come to her aid...... and then she realized that her husband would not...or could not protect her. She put her fingers in the top of her fresh panties and pulled them down. The tails of her white shirt was still covering her upper body. "Grab your ankles Mrs. Belvoir... Make yourself ready for me...." Jerome mocked the pretty middle aged wife. Anna had always prided herself on her lean and agile body. She bent at the waist and locked her hands around her small precious ankles. Jerome sat quietly for several minutes watching the pretty wife. Her muscles were starting to rebel as she was stretched in the awkward position. "Do you want to fuck me tonight Mrs. Belvoir ?" he asked. Blood was filling her head.... It would have been amusing if her position would not have been so humiliating. She could not answer her master; not with her husband huddling on the floor only six feet away. Jerome licked his index finger and then stroked the red lined slit. Anna's sex chute had regained it's tightness since her black sexing several hours ago. She felt her slippery lubricant forming deep in her pussy. When Jerome separated the tight lips Anna moaned noticeably. "May I please get up ?" she pleaded. "No.. You may not. I like you with your face on the floor. Answer my question Mrs. Belvoir !" The back of Anna's legs begged for relief. The tips of Jerome's long muscular fingers were continuing to agitate her sex. She wanted to.................... "Yes," was her quiet sob. "Yes, what, Mrs. Belvoir ?" Jerome asked. The tears had returned to her eyes. "Yes, I want you to fuck me Mr. Bettis." The fingertips were teasing her hard clit. The obscene position that she found herself.... and the tormenting fingers were bring her close to arousal. "Beg ME," Jerome ordered. Anna tried to form the words... She tried to come up with an answer; any answer. She couldn't. "Please fuck me with your black cock Mr. Bettis. Please take me to my bedroom and fuck me until you cum into my tight pussy. PLEASE...... PLEASE MR. BETTIS, PLEASE FUCK ME...... FUCK ME WITH YOUR LONG BLACK COCK YOU BASTARD !!" Anna's submission was complete. Jerome sat and relished her surrender. "Well JimBo.... Do you want me to fuck your little tramp ?" Jim's cock was about to explode. His head still spun from the sharp slaps he had just received. Meekly he looked up at the black man seated at his kitchen table obscenely stroking his wife's sloppy pussy. "Yes......" was his simple reply. "Well white boy; I be taking your little tramp up to YOUR bedroom. I'm going to fuck her in the same bed that you lay with her every night. I want you to stay here... Maybe afterwards I will let you watch... but now you just keep laying on the floor. Oh..... and another thing. I want you to beg me to fuck your little slut of a wife," Jerome concluded. With his head hung in shame (but with his five inch white cock throbbing with blood) he quietly surrendered. "Please Mr. Bettis.... will you fuck my wife....." Jerome laughed. He then slapped Anna across her white ass cheeks. "Get your sorry ass to your bedroom. I will be up in a minute. You be spread and ready for me..." Anna rose and quickly walked to the stairs leading to her bedroom. Jerome sat at the kitchen table as Mrs. Anna Belvoir departed. He casually finished his coffee while Anna's husband huddled on the floor by his feet. "Give me your belt white boy," Jerome casually asked. Jim, frightened, but with his five inch spear still rock hard quickly unbuckled his belt and handed the black leather to his wife's black master. Jerome took the belt from his out stretched hands and wrapped it around his neck. He then rose and started pulling the hapless husband towards the stairs to his martial bedroom. Jim was drug several feet before he hunched up and was litterly drug by his neck bent at the waist. He had to nearly crawl up the stairs as Jerome set a frantic pace. When the two men had reached the top of the stairs Jerome turned to look at the helpless white husband. "Where is your bedroom ?" Jim looked up and pointed to the second door to his left. It was at the end of the hall in the spacious home. For his assistance he was brutally drug to a point just short of the open door. A dim light shone from the bedroom. "I will leave you here. You will be able to hear me taking your wife; but I don't want you watching" he said. He casually wrapped the end of the belt around one of the rungs in the banister. It was not tied but Jim was not able to question his orders. He would dutifully remain outside his bedroom door while the black man enjoyed his wife's many charms. "Beg me again to take your wife white boy," came the one last humiliating comment. Without hesitation Jim looked up in the dim light and spoke the opprobrious words, "Please fuck my wife Mr. Bettis." Jerome laughed at the pathetic husband and walked into the luxurious bedroom. He smiled upon entering. Mrs. Anna Belvoir, was propped on the bed. Her long white legs were obscenely spread and she had a worried look on her face. Jerome Bettis, her black boss casually started undressing at the foot of the bed. One by one his articles of clothing was removed and hung carefully in the closet. It was as if HE was the husband coming home to his horny spouse. Jerome then stepped out of the shadows near the closet and stepped closer to the bed. He heard an audible gasp as the forty year old white wife finally realized the size of his black cock. She had sucked the ten inch monster to climax earlier in the day but now........... It was fully erect and poor Anna could not imagine how such a large thick steel rod would ever fit into her tight little chute. Her eyes showing fear looked into the dark and forbidding eyes of her master; "Please be gentle," was her simple plea. Jerome lifted himself to the end of the bed and knee walked between the pretty Lilly white legs. When he made the first contact he gave a stern order, "Spread yourself wider. If you do it won't hurt you so much." Anna strained and was able to spread her long pretty legs another inch or so. She could still feel the tightness as a result of her display only moments before in her kitchen. The muscles were strained but she had to comply............. Her mind tried to imagine the black cock that was leaking it's pre cum on her upper thighs. It felt sticky and she dreaded the first contact. The white wife did not have to contemplate her fate for long. The purple tip on the thick black cock made contact with the sensitive pussy folds. Jerome felt the wife become tense at the first contact. With his fist he gripped the thick huge black plunger and massaged the tip at the top of the pretty wife's slit. The tip of his cock teased her clit and caused the wife to let a soft moan escape her throat. "Are you woman enough for a real cock ?" Jerome teased the tense and frightened wife. "Please.......be gentle. You are so large I am afraid that you will hurt me," the pretty white wife begged. The fear that Jerome could hear in her soft begging made his thick black cock harden. He always liked the first time he fucked a white woman. They were always so tight.... and their fear make them even tighter. "He would be gentle with this one," he thought to himself. There were some white wives that had to be brutally impaled to achieve their total surrender. However, Mr. and Mrs. Jim Belvoir had already surrendered....... All Jerome had to do now was to stretch the trembling wife with the widely spread legs to make her his little plaything. Even though she was forty years old she still had the essence of a teen age virgin. Tonight Jerome's long thick black cock was going to explore much virgin territory. Jerome had lodged the angry purple head into the entrance of Anna's sex; he enjoyed her squirming. Her soft sobs made the black cock harder. Another inch was given to Anna and she placed her hands on Jerome's muscular chest. She tried to push on his chest......... but the thick black cock was shoved into her tight chamber another inch. "Oh my god.. Please. Please go slow," Anna continued begging. Another inch was forced into the tight chute. It brought another gasp of pain...... or pleasure ? Her delicate fingers tightend on Jerome's black nipples. She squeezed his nipples as the huge cock continued to push her tender folds apart as it sought entrance into her delicate pink lips. He heard the white wife gasp as he inserted another inch of solid black cock. "Beg me.... Beg me to fuck you..." Jerome ordered. "Oh god.... please be gentle. You are so large.... you are stretching me...please," the white wife begged. The begging of the wife made Jerome harder. He had broken many white wives. But Anna was different; she was...... She was the mistress of the senior partner; she was older; she was wiser...... and she was writhing on the end of his long thick black cock. Jerome allowed another inch to be inserted into her tight but elastic pussy folds. The almost silent squeal was like music to Jerome. He twitched his hips once more and another thick inch was lodge into her tight passage. Anna's husband was silently kneeling just outside his bedroom. He could not see the taking of his wife; but he could hear her moans... her begging. She was begging for more cock..... more black cock. He was not attached to the banister but he was too frightened to risk looking into his bedroom. And then...... he heard another sharp and distinctive moan...... Inside the bedroom of Jim and Anna Belvoir, Jerome was enjoying himself. "Wrap those long Lilly white legs around my ass. It will spread that little pussy and allow me greater access to my new bitch," Jerome cruelly mocked. "No...Please. If I spread any more it will hurt. You are too big. You will stretch me too much.... Please Mr. Bettis....Please," Anna softly moaned. Jerome allowed his cock to retreat...... only two inches; but it allowed Anna to relax for a few brief seconds. "Do what I told you....."Jerome menacingly stated. Anna tried to rise up on her hands and this allowed her pussy the briefest of respites. She opened her eyes and looked into the foreboding dark eyes of her master; her black master. She silently shook her heard from side to side; but then.........Jerome felt her long legs wrap around his muscular buttocks. He allowed her to adjust herself below him and when he felt her ankles lock behind his solid black ass cheeks he thrust forward once again to impale more of the pretty white beauty on the end of his angry black cock. Anna was able to adjust and to relax enough for Jerome's first five inches to be lodged deep into her panting body. "This is what your husband can give you.... From this point on you are a virgin... you are my virgin. And a virgin always remembers her first man... the first man to bust her cherry... Will you remember me..." Jerome quietly asked. Anna pulled herself up by her arms and gripped Jerome's ass cheeks with her long legs. She pulled his black cock deeper into her wet pussy. Closing her eyes she forced her tongue through Jerome's thick lips. Jerome sensed the capitulation of her tender white body. Anna was making squealing sounds as she tried to force his cock deep into her aching slit. Jim kneeled next to the banister. His own manhood was hard and he reached down and stroked himself through his trousers. As his wife screamed her surrender.... and she begged for more of the adulterous cock to take her tender treasures Jim's cock spewed forth it's sticky discharge. Bent over next to the railing of the stairs he felt his tension and his strength drain through the tip of his cock. His wife, Anna, was rapidly reaching her own climax. She had a death grip on her black lover. Jerome thrust forward and succeeded in burying the entire ten inches of thick black cock deep into her womb. Anna's screams reverberated through out her large house. Her husband leaned against the banister; completely spent. The front of his pants were soaked with his creme and he had a far away look on his face. Jerome felt the sharp fingernails as they clawed into his back ripping the skin...... Mrs. Anna Belvoir reached her climax...... she wasn't content with only one. Jerome slowed his pile hammered ass to gentle thrusts and allowed the pretty white wife to climax a second and then third time. As Anna struggled with her release she felt the powerful hips start their circular movement. The thick black cock was touching each nerve in her stuffed tender hole. The torrent of scalding black cum coated and stung the tender pink pussy folds. At long last the two lovers feel back on the bed with their tongues still dueling....... Both were panting and the release of scalding cum started leaking out the side of Anna's elastic pussy and stained the white sheets. Jerome suddenly felt heavy; his dead weight stretched out on the long lean pretty wife of Mr. Jim Belvoir. When Anna's breathing returned to normal she nudged the contented black lover to rise. He raised back on his haunches with his still hard black cock still firmly lodged into Anna's sweet passage. "Tell me Mrs. Belvoir..... What became of your birth control pills ?" Jerome quietly asked. Anna looked up with a puzzled look on her face. "You threw my birth control pills in the waste basket Mr. Bettis," she quietly answered. Smiling Jerome looked down at Anna's pretty heaving chest. "My black sperm will not produce a black baby tonight; but............ Every time I fill you with my black seed you have an opportunity to carry my baby..... Do you want a black baby growing in your tight little tummy, Mrs. Belvoir ?" A look of shock quickly transformed the puzzled look on the pretty white wife. "I don't want to get pregnant Mr. Bettis......." she quietly answered. Jerome pushed his semi hard prick into her now leaking stretched pussy. "I am going to plant my black seed in your womb.... You may not want my child..... you may not want to face your neighbors when you have a black child... but you are going to be the brood mare of my seed.." Anna remained motionless. She heard the soft plop as the large male sexual organ was removed. She felt the pent-up male seed flow freely from her sex and pool between her widely spread legs. The fluid was somewhat cool on her asscheeks. Jerome rose and walked to the door. Looking at the wife's husband he walked the several steps. Looking down at the defeated husband he smiled as his eyes focused on the wet spot at his crotch. "I have bred your wife. She seemed to enjoy me fucking her...... But now I am done and I need to be cleaned... and you are the one I choose to clean me." Jim looked up with a paranoid look on his face. He wanted to confront the naked black man standing before him. He wanted to beat him for seducing his wife.... and for planting his seed deep within her womb. He should have.... but he meekly looked up and spoke very timidly; "I am not like that. I don't like men." Jerome smiled to himself. "You will suck my cock clean not because you are some faggot... you will suck me because I have fucked your wife and you have given her to me. Do it now...... and do it well." Jim, the black belt still around his neck pulled himself up to his knees. He opened his mouth and............. It did not take long. When Jerome was clean he looked down at the broken husband. Turning he returned to the husband's bedroom. "Come with me......" Jim stood and followed the black man into the bedroom. When he entered he quickly searched for his wife. His wife was on their bed; her legs were still widely splayed and white cum was dripping from her hole. She had a contented look on her pretty face. Her long red hair was fanned out on the pillow and there was a glean of perspiration covering her tight lean body. Jerome, still naked, stood next to Jim admiring the pretty wife. Turning to Jim he spoke to Jim's beautiful wife; "Tell your husband what happened to your birth control pills... And then tell him my plans for his wife." Anna very softly answered the direct question. "Mr. Bettis took my birth control pills from my purse. He punched each of them out on his desk. He then pushed them into the waste basket. Jim.... Jerome said that he was going to make me pregnant...... He said that he was going to plant a black baby in me...." Jim stood dumbfounded... Jerome put his hand on his soft shoulder. "Since you have sucked my cock I will let you try and suck my seed out of your wife. In fact..... If you behave yourself I will give you the opportunity to suck my seed from your wife's pussy each time I fuck her. Maybe with a little luck you could suck the seed from her pussy before she becomes pregnant. It will probably be a losing battle because I plan to fuck your wife whenever and wherever I choose. But maybe; just maybe you can suck enough out......." Jim could not comprehend what he was being told. He felt his legs become weak and he fell to his knees. His mind was racing and his cock was hard again. "Ask your husband to clean you Mrs. Belvoir," Jerome ordered. Anna, herself, in a total daze looked at her kneeling husband. "Jim; Come suck Mr. Bettis' sperm out of me...." She felt the bed sag as her husband knee walked several feet. His tongue felt coarse and wet. The gentle sucking felt soothing on her stretched hole. Her swollen lips were treated to a tender pleasure by her devoted husband. She closed her eyes as he performed his duties...... The duty that he would perform many times in the coming days. After he completed his task he was ordered to leave his bedroom. Jerome still naked slid in next to his wife and put his arm around her shoulders, cradling her head. "Leave us. I will call you when you need to clean us again..." Jim was thus dismissed. While Jim tried to sleep in his daughter's vacant bedroom he could hear the lovemaking that first night. The first night that Jerome spent with his wife in their bedroom. In the next several weeks Jerome occupied the martial bed nearly every night. Jim cleaned his wife's lover.... and he attempted to suck the fertile seed from his wife's stretched chamber. Jim however feared the worst... His wife would soon be carrying Jerome's child.... Each morning Jerome would pick out the appropriate attire for his new assistant. Her wardrobe became more and more seductive as each week passed. Her former wards at the law office became more and more amused as her outfits revealed an ever greater amount of perfect flesh. It was evident to everyone; including Bougehard Wright III that Mr. Jerome Bettis had taken Anna as his mistress. But as Mrs. Anna Belvoir became the plaything of the young black attorney she did not realize that her next step into black sexing was just beginning............