“Scotch on the rocks,” Caroline ordered from the gruffy, bald, old black bartender in the empty bar, “and make that a double!”
“Any particular brand?” Asked the fellow in his 40′s learing, trying to look at her cleavage. It wasn’t everyday one of these gorgous white business types, probably a lawyer by the cut of her clothes, came into his joint. She’s got to be about a 37D-22-34 and either lost, or been dumped, he thought, adding ice to a glass, and what kind of moron would dump such a hot lookig babe like this?
“Glenlevet, if you have it, if not, anything will do. Just hurry it up!”
“Here ya go miss,” he said placing the drink in front of her, “Glenlevet. I don’t get much call for single malts in here, but I keep a bottle just for those special occasions.”
“Yeah, well this is a special occasion all right,” and Caroline swallowed half her drink in one gulp before putting the glass back on the bar. “Yeah, it’s special all right. I just caught my husband in bed with another woman. That bastard! While I’m working on the case of my life, he’s off boffing the 18 year old that lives next door. Wait until I tell her parents! They’ll castrate him!”
With that statement, Caroline downed the rest of her drink, and pointed to her empty glass and nodded. Not that she needed to, the bartender was already refilling the glass with the amber essence.
“They call me Jake,” said the black man casually introducig himself, then glanced up to see that she was staring at him almost as if……and was that another button open?
“I’m Caroline Huet,” Caroline said introducing herself, and downing the entire drink this time, before putting it in front of Jake for another, eyes becoming glassy, “and if you get me drunk…. Say Jake, have you ever had a married white lady before? Want one for a night?”
“Can’t say that you’d be the first, lady, Caroline, nor would you be a lady after I’ve had you,” and he put fresh ice in her glass, and poured once more, before putting the third double in front of her, and seeing another button undone, and half of her work skirt hiked up by the stool she was sitting on showing her garter snaps, and plenty of smooth white thigh above beige stocking tops.

“I’m no slut Jake,” Caroline huffed.
“Maybe,” Jake replied, casually, “but the point is,” and he bent close to her face, “do you want to be?”
“You trying to wet my panties, Jake?” And there was no doubt she was almost wasted already, but she still downed her fourth double malt scotch, like a construction worker. Put her glass back down on the bar, then proceeded to fall face first forward against the bar.
“I’ve done that already,” he said confidently, “what I’m doing is talking you out of them.”

Caroline woke up feeling as if she’d licked the neighbors back yard clean of dog do do. Her head felt the size of New York, the state, not the city, and the world’s spinning had taken a tilt to it. She was in a bed, she knew that much, but she had no idea where on earth this bed was located, nor who in the hell the snoring black 8 balled head next to her was, or what the fuck she was doing in bed with a black person in the first place anyway.
“And where the hell is my clothes?” She almost said above a whisper, just before spying her business apparrel littering a trail into the bedroom from the entranceway. At least she still had on her garter, stockings, and most of her bra, and after an adjustment, both of her tits were back in their proper cups, before Caroline began quietly gathering her clothes up and putting them back on. She still hadn’t found her panties by the time the cab arrived, only barely remembering as she climbed into the back of the taxi that they were hanging over the bar’s cash register the last time she’d been conscious. Then blushed as she remembered it had been her own drunken idea.
One look at the smiling cabby in the rear view mirror told the curvacious 26 year old platinum blond that he would gladly barter for the fare if she was of a mind to. Caroline gave the greaser $20.00 and then directions, and settled back into her seat trying to stop the world from imploding. Then the world was pulled out from under Caroline as she remembered why she’d gone into that bar in the first place. Joey had fucked that little slut next door, Emily, and in her own bed too. She’d caught them both red handed, with Joey’s miserable little dick stuck in that red headed tart’s pussy, and had instantly wanted revenge. Well, actually, she’d wanted to kill the both of them, right then and there, but the attorney in her would never allow that.
Caroline had gotten her revenge alright. She just wished that she could remember it as well as she still did her husband and Emily copulating. No one was home when she arrived, but Joey would be at work at this hour anyway, and it gave her time to shower, call her office for a sick day, and take several asprin before climbing into the bed in the gueast bedroom, where the sheets at least were clean. She had all weekend to recouperate, and draw up the divorce papers for her own lawyer before going to work on Monday.

Joey Huet felt miserable. What the hell had I been thinking, he wondered, when Emily came over high on pot, and half dressed, with no bra or panties on, asking for a cup of sugar noless. Well, he’d given her a cup of sugar alright. Very thick, creamy, sticky, and ropey sprayed liquid sugar, deposited right in her tight 18 year old red fringed pussy cup. Now, no doubt, Caroline was putting the divorce papers together. That look in her eyes had said it all. He’d slapped her face with his adulterous behavior, and he didn’t think begging on his knees would be nearly enough. He had no idea where she’d spent the night, but it hadn’t been at home.
“Caroline must really be pissed,” he murmured to himself as he studied the workup chart on Mr. Olbin, then gave the nurse a new regiment of theropy for his patient, and headed for his office. Flowers had worked before, he’d give it a try once more. He hated the idea of divorce, or the losing of his beloved wife, over some stupid mistake, and he knew he’d never find anyone like Caroline again, not in this lifetime, and no matter how many Emily’s came along, it just wouldn’t be the same.

Caroline woke up again around one o’clock, and after a quick shower made her way down stairs in her robe to make some coffee. Her head was no longer pounding as fast as her heart now, every nerve ending seemed to have been severed leaving her numb, and her vision was close enough to normal to allow her stomach to have settled down. Not to mention that she was no longer leaking Jake’s sperm down her thighs. Though for some reason, that she couldn’t understand, her vagina felt like someone had used a pry bar on it, and forgotten to put it back the way they’d found it. Caroline hadn’t stuck around to check out Jake’s equipment, of course, but she couldn’t help thinking that Jake must be one hung nigger to make her walk this bowlegged. Lost in her own thoughts she didn’t realized until she reached the bottom steps that the TV was on in the living room, and it was showing last night’s bar hopping results, live and in living color.
Color being the operative word as there was Caroline on her back in Jake’s bed getting the fuck of her life by the black bartender at his house last night on her TV screen. Worse yet, a black man was sitting in her husband’s easy chair watching the tape, and smoking a cigarette, while drinking her coffee.
“What are you doing here?” Caroline demanded, storming into the room, and in the process forgetting to hold her robe closed. “How did you get in here anyway?”
“You left the door unlocked,” Jake said, answering the last question first, “and as for what I’m doing here, I thought that was obvious.”
“Not hardly……oh, you’re him,” Caroline’s voice weekened pointing to the man fucking her on her TV screen once she recognized him.
Jake’s grin was as bright as a flaring nova then, and all teeth in a night scape.
“Yes, I’m him,” Jake replied, “and you’re her,” and this time he pointed at the TV just as the camera panned in for a close up of Caroline squating down to take Jake’s black cock into her bald white pussy. She could even see the little cherry tattoo below her dimple on her right butt. The one she’d got when she passed the bar. The one Joey thought she’d gotten for him.
Caroline’s hands went to her hips completely forgetting that she was nude from her shower under the pink fluffy robe; “Oh, so it’s blackmail, is it.”
“Well, I am black, and as you well know, I’m definately all male,” Jake replied non-plused, reaching out with his left hand, and sliding it up her left inner thigh to watch her eyes go wide in surprise at her exposure.
“Stop that!” She cried, instantly pulling back from the hand making her tremble in wanton hunger, and instantly closing her robe around herself coccoon fashion, “How dare you!”
“I dare, because you dared me just by standing there that way. Besides, you told me to be here by one o’clock, remember.”
“I……um……well,” Caroline stammered, and then she remembered, she had invited Jake to come over today, and she blushed as she remembered why.
“You wanted your husbad to catch us in bed like you caught him and your neighbor’s daughter yesterday, or have you changed your mind?”
“Please, you have to understand……”
“Ah, you were drunk, right? Unable to think properly. Is that it?”
Caroline could only nod.
“So you don’t remember cuming like a banshee,” Jake grabbed at his bulging crotch then, “and howling at the moon while riding my big black prick all night?”
“Well, yes, and no…..but….,” Caroline began, and then it occured to her, why not? She’d already been the man’s slut for one night, why not just give Joey a little of his own damn medicine. “……Okay, why not? Think you can get it up after last night?”
“Baby,” Jake replied, getting up and lifting her into his strong arms and heading for the stairs, “for you, I can get it up anytime, and now that you’re sober, I’ll make you a simple bet.”
“What’s that?”
“That by the time your ole man arrives, you’ll be begging me to move in here, and take over his job of fucking the shit out of you.”
“Oh really?”
“Not only that,” Jake added, smiling, “you’ll have to beg me to become my personal white whore before the day is out, or I’ll never come back.”
“I’ll take that bet,” Caroline said, assured of herself, and of getting rid of him now after his work was finished.

Caroline was into her second mind storming multiple orgasm when doubt raised its head. Hell, her mind screamed, he hasn’t even put his dick in me yet, what am I going to do if that’s even better than how he eats pussy?
Caroline didn’t have long to find out, as when she was deep in the throes of her third cataclysmic climax Jake moved up over on top of her like the advancement of night over day, and she quickly found out just what a big black cock could do. She watched as he lined up what had to be close to a foot of thick uncircumsized prick against the lips of her wet slit, and began to push gently, but steadily into her body. It was like watching a giant red wood tree being replanted, well, more like jammed into a tiny little garter snake hole, and that’s when Caroline’s voice returned just as another gang buster of an orgasm slammed into her overwhelming the last climax, and just from that damn black cock entering her.
“Oooaaaagghhh……oh fuck! Get you foot out of my cunt! Shit! What are you, half horse, or what? Oh fuck, it’s going in! It’s killinnng mmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Cock, cock, and more cock entered Caroline. Big, massive, grandious, onyx cut, stone hard, black cock strained and stretched the very fiber and elasticity of her poor overly abused pussy like nothing else ever had. It was like having her ankles pulled apart by two tractors as the last blue whale on the planet used her cave to try and hide in. The pain of her most tender flesh being bulldozed to accomidate such a tremendously insidious male appendage must have been like having a baby in reverse, Caroline thought in passing just as the head of that prick bumped up against her cervix, where no cock had ever gone before.
“No more! No more!” Caroline sobbed in real pain.
“Easy baby, you’ve got it all in you now,” Jake chuckled, as his balls rested up against her buttocks, “relax, its been in here before, remember.”
And suddenly Caroline did remember. It had been in her, only hours ago in fact, and she not only had lived through it then, but she had begged Jake to never take the damn thing out of her as long as she lived. Surely, she thought, I am lost now, and she relaxed at last. Which allowed her body to do a wonderous thing. Lubricate.
“That’s my little white married slut,” Jake whispered in her left ear, then pulled out some before pushing back in. Then out, and in again, beginning a rhythm of fucking that more than mesmerize and intoxicated Caroline. It hypnotized, and seduced her like nothing ever had, could, or would.
Caroline lost all control over her body, and her mind as one orgasm after another assaulted the young wife, and she wondered if all black men fucked like this. Because if they did, she’d never fall in love with just another man, she’d fall in love big, wonderful, cunt stretchig black cock from now on. In fact she was sure that she was already in love with one certain black cock already. And the more Jake’s cock moved in and out of her pussy the more Caroline was sure that she had been born just to please such an awesome cock as the black man, fucking her brains out now, was using to gut her soul out with. Caroline barely got through one orgasm when the next one was rushing to envelope her, and she could barely breath let alone move as Jake’s prick wallowed in her pit driving her to the brink of insanity and back. In fact she already feared the out look of what was happening to her as each orgasm that ran over her was better than the last, as if only pre-shocks of an eruption too devine to discribe. And just as she made her way to the highest pinnicale, Jake suddenly stopped fucking Caroline.
“Don’t Stop! You can’t stop now! Now when I’m so close! Please! Please fuck me! Fuck me nigger! Fuck Me!”
“But what about your husband? He’s due home now, isn’t he? Surely he’ll take care of your needs now, won’t he?”
And Caroline knew then that Jake had won his bet as she begged him to make her his white whore.

Joey carried the box of red roses into the house, but stopped just as he closed the door behind him. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck. A strange familiar sound echoed from the stairway leading up to his bedroom. He knew that sound only too well, having heard it since the first day of his and Caroline’s honey moon. He’d been amazed at how loud she could moan when in the throes of sexual pleasure back then, and even more astounded at how animated she became when in heat during copulation. It had been a long while now since he’d heard those sounds from her, and his heart beat stronger as blood rushed to his prick thinking that another was causing her to moan in such a fashion. The roses forgotton as he walked like a man entranced up the stairs to the room of his own adulterous passions just one day earlier.
Joey had tried many times to get Caroline to try opening their marriage, and not because he wanted to fuck other women, but because he knew he’d get a real kick out of seeing Caroline getting fucked by another cock, or maybe even more than one cock at a time. His wife was just so damned beautiful that she made those silly whores that acted in porno movies look like pigs fucking in a stye by comparison. However try as he did, she’d always refused, saying that if she ever did fuck another man she might not ever want just him after that. That she couldn’t risk that it might change everything they had between them from that moment on. And now, by his cheating on her with Emily, he had forced her to retaliate in the only way she could, as was evident by the sounds coming from behind his bedroom door right now. He opened the door, just enough to see, and his dick jumped in his pants at what he saw, and heard next.
“Don’t Stop! You can’t stop now! Now when I’m so close! Please! Please fuck me! Fuck me nigger! Fuck Me!”
“But what about your husband? He’s due home now, isn’t he? Surely he’ll take care of your needs now, won’t he?”
“Fuck him! He’s got his little bitch pussy next door. I’m your whore from now on. You have his job of fucking me! I’m yours to do with as you please, just don’t stop! I beg you! Please! Fuck me Nigger! Fuck me with your big black prick! Fuck a Nigger baby into me! I’m yours!”
Joey couldn’t believe his eyes, let alone his ears, as his pristine white wife lay like a prostitute on her back with her arms,and legs thrown wide open, and wrapped around a man as black as a night shadow on the dark side of the moon. From Joey’s vantage point he could easily see the man’s hairy black balls resting up against Caroline’s upturned ass cheeks, his cock obviously buried in her slit to the hilt. And then as Joey stared, that black man’s ass rose up, and up, and up, until fully ten inches thick, of throbbing, hard black cock came out of that familiar white slot, and yet the head of the black man’s dick was still inside of Caroline. Joey’s own cock making a six inch tent in the front of his own trousers as the black man began doing push ups between Joey’s wife’s thighs.
Of all of Joey’s fantasies about Caroline fucking other men, his most leacherous fantasy was that of her fucking around with blacks, and here she was actually doing it, and with a bigger black prick than Joey could have ever imagined while beating off in the john. He’d never even known that Caroline would consider a black man as a friend, let alone fuck one, but that was definately his wife on their wedding bed acknowledging that she was this black man’s whore from now on, and that Joey could go find himself an alley cat for all she cared anymore. Strangely, Joey found himself turned on by this new role of being cockoled by his lovely wife and this strange Nigger in Joey’s bed pounding his wife into their mattress like some street slut in heat. And then his cock began to throb with excitement as Joey heard his wife make sounds that she’d never made with him in bed, or anywhere else for that matter as she came as if exploding from within.
“IiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAArrrrrrggggghhhh! I….I’m…..cummmmmminnnnnnnnngggggggggg! Aaaaaaaarrhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggooooodddd!”
Faster and faster the black man pumped in and out of Joey’s wife reaching now for his own pleasure as the woman beneath him bucked under him like a first breed filly losing her cherry. There was no doubt in Joey’s mind that the man intended to dump his black seed into Caroline’s pink pussy hole, nor that Caroline cared one way or the other whether she got knocked up by this stranger, and a black stranger at that. It was that very thought that was going through Joey’s mind as the black man came in his wife’s cunt, and Joey came in his trousers without even touching himself.
In mere moments a thick rich creamy white froth developed around the connection between Caroline’s surprisingly shaved snatch, and that incredibly big thick prick. Then more oozed out like around an over greased fitting, and then more, and more, and more. So much scum was leaking out around that richly colored connection that it was running down Caroline’s ass cheeks to puddle on the sheets under her. Another man’s cock juice is dripping from my wife’s pussy, he thought, and it was then that Caroline’s head turned his way as the man on top of her laid his weight the length of her body, and the smile that came over Caroline’s face, was like nothing he’d ever dreamed of seeing in this situation, or any of his worse nightmares.
A look much more than comtempt could fathom, her smile that which one might expect to see on the Devil himself after one has sold their soul to him. A smile that surely said; “I own your low life ass motherfucker, now lick my pussy clean of another man’s cum! And when you’re through, you can get the fuck out of my sight!”
“Well,” Caroline really said, “look what the bitch next door dumped in my yard.”
“What’s that?” Jake asked.
“Nobody important, just my husband,” she replied, nodding toward the doorway.
“Huh?” And the black man turned his head to see Joey standing in the doorway with a giant wet spot in the front of his tan trousers. “Oh, him. Want me to beat his ass for fuck’en around on you gorgous?”
“Naw,” Caroline said, “he’s not worth the effort. However, he might still be good for something….like cleaning up our mess,” and then they both started laughing as Joey walked into the room closing the door behind himself.
“Good boy,” Caroline said as Jake climbed off of her, and Joey approached, “now get your fucking face where it belongs from now on. That is if you intend on being around me at all from now on.”
Joey couldn’t help himself. Looking at that gapping hole that use to be his wife’s tight pussy, warped out of shape and overflowing with the jism of the black cock that had just stretched it out that way, had him so turned on that his dick was still hard. Something that had never happened to his dick before today. The smell, or stench of his wife’s adultery permeated the very air they were all breathing, and like a heady musk it called to Joey, making him climb face first, tongue extended into the grotto between those silky smooth thighs of his whoring Caroline.
“That’s a good boy,” Caroline moaned, as his tongue started lapping away at the slop draining from her vagina, “from now on you will clean me up after other men fuck me. You will then clean them up with your tongue after licking me clean of their sperm. Oh, and just so you know, my body belongs to Jake here, not you. I’m his whore, even though legally I am your wife. No. Don’t stop licking, anything you might have to say is meaningless now. You made this bed, and now you will sleep in it the way I say, or you won’t sleep in this house at all. Is that clear?”
Joey could only nod since Caroline held a sissor’s lock on his head with her legs. But strangely, he’d never been happier as Jake ripped the clothes right off of him, then tied up his wrists and ankles, put him in a straight back chair, and called several of his black buddies to come over and fuck his new white whore over the weekend. And with every call, Jake looked right at Joey telling those on the other end of the phone connection that he had the husband’s full cooperation, and assistance.
“Okay baby,” Jake said, “once your pussy is cleaned out I want you to shower, and get ready for some fucking, Nigger style. Make sure you dress up as slutty as you can, my friends like that when they are fucking a married white woman. Okay?”
“Did you hear that Joey?” She asked. “I’m going to be dressing up like a whore, just like you’re always bugging me too. Now won’t that be fun to watch, and I’ll bet you’re looking forward to seeing all those Niggers fuck your wife into a coma, and then eat all of the scum they dump in or on my body, aren’t you? I know I can hardly wait myself.”

It was three hours later, almost two hours after the three black friends of Jake showed up together in one car. Joey was covered head to toes in his own sweat, and his and other’s cum, tied hand and foot to a straight backed chair while he watched Caroline take on all four men now at the same time. She was sitting over top of Jake who had the biggest cock in the room, while Jamal, a tall lanky black man slithered his ten inch prick, slightly thinner than Jake’s, in and out of Caroline’s asshole, as Monty, a heavy set six foot gorilla linebacker type, fed her mouth with his tree stump, and she jerked off James, the stortest of the four, between her tits.
Caroline looked spectacular in a thin see through black corset with garter straps attached to sheer black nylon stockings and patton leather spiked high heels, and no bra or panties. She’d put on her makeup a little heavier than usual, but on her it looked natural, she thought, when checking herself out in the full length mirror of her bedroom with Jake, and Joey looking on at her reverse striptease. And seeing Joey sweat at his inability to move, or take advantage of her the way his hard cock obviously wanted to, made this all worth while to Caroline.
“You look good enough to fuck in the ass,” Jake said when she was through.
“Not by that monster cock of yours I don’t,” Caroline had replied, “at least not until after the first go around after a much smaller black cock has stretched that hole out just a bit.”
That was over two hours, and four dicks up her ass ago, including Jake’s, and still Caroline couldn’t stop cuming or being cum in, as these black men seemed more like satyrs than humans the way their dicks never went soft, and there was so damn much throbbing black cock in her bed with her she felt like she was swimming in the black sea. For the first time in her life Caroline knew what it was like to be a pig wallowing in filth, and she wouldn’t have traded places with the queen of England right then as four big black pricks used her like a cheap two dollar back alley whore for their own sexual largess.
It didn’t seem to bother any of the men fucking her that they were now getting sloppy fourths, that their dicks were sloshing around in their friends recent sperm deposits, and Caroline would have been the first to agree that she loved the feeling of leaking black seed from every hole she owned, not to mention the splotches decorating her on the outside of her body. Sucking on Monty’s thick black cock as James fucked between her tits was quite a challange, but Jamal’s slim dick pumping in and out of her ass as she bounced up and down on Jake’s night stick made the effort worth while as far as she was concerned, and the look of astonishment on her husband’s face was priceless. Caroline in fact couldn’t stop cuming now with all of this input if she wanted to.
It was like riding a train cross country, the sounds of sex as black cocks pumped wet white flesh, the clickety clack of steel on steel so similar to the squishing steady beat of flesh against flesh. In and out, up and down, back and forth over and over again, and again in a maddening self serving orgy of sensuality gone insane like a washing machine set on spin cycle gone out of control. It had been a wild ride up to this point, fucking each of Jake’s friends one by one, but now fucking all four black men at the same time, her body was rushing head long into a totally new dimension of climaxing, and she was almost on the edge of it clinging with her finger tips as she was pushed closer, and closer until…..
It was James cock fucking between her tits that set it off. His eruption shooting straight up splashing at Caroline’s neck and chin made her suck in extra hard on Monty’s thick dick, and that made him hose down her throat. The two men fucking her bottom saw it happen as her pussy and ass muscles squeezed at their cocks, and Jamal’s prick erupted deep in her ass giving her a creamy enema, as Jake’s vein marbled third leg exploded right up against Caroline’s cervix like Mt. St. Helen’s. And with all of these cocks blasting jism in and on her Caroline was finally pushed over the edge in a freefall through an electrically charged thunder storm so emense, so all consuming that every nerve, one by one was shorted out before Caroline at last passed out in pure bliss.

Caroline slowly came to, feeling much like a small mud pond under a leaky house trailer bathroom. She had so much cum on and in her it was hard to believe that only four men had left her drenched in this much slime. Someone was helping to clean up the mess though, as she felt a tongue slithering around in her privates, and when she lifted her head found it was her husband as expected. He was handcuffed with his ankles to the foot posts of the king sized bed with his hands tied behind his back and his face where it belonged as far as Caroline was concerned, and she lifted her legs up in a V to give him better access to her ass hole. They were alone in the house, she could tell, almost as if a sixth sense. Of course the note left by Jake on the pillow next to Caroline helped too.

Dear Caroline
We’ll see you Saturday afternoon.
I have a surprise for both you and your hubby
that I think will tickle the shit out of both of you.
I’ll call you in the morning to set it up.
Jake

“Hmmmmm, if it’s anything like today,” Caroline said looking down at her husband, “you may be in more trouble than you can handle, Joey. But don’t worry, I’ll call the hospital and call you off sick for the rest of the weekend,” and she fell asleep with a smile on her face not un-she-devilish like.

Dr. Joseph Huet, Joey to most, woke up again with the stench of well used cunt oozing out of every sweatgland, every nostril hair dripping with it, and his taste buds, oh how they did hold onto that foulest iniquity of another male’s essence dipped in Caroline’s fornicating well. That the sun was peeking in through the window, and glowing on an otherwise empty bed, seemed anticlamactic at best. He’d been made a cuckoled by his own love for his wife, and his lust with another woman.
It was his own fault that, of course, and he had this coming to him, he was certain, but he wasn’t sure why he felt so damn good about his new status in life. Perhaps it was Caroline’s promise that as long as he stayed her spitoon, subservient from now on to her every wretched sexual whim, that she would not take up divorce preceedings, was the reason. Yet he knew better. It was simply that he was her husband, body and soul, and that he not only loved Caroline, but his lust for seeing her in a constant state of wanton abandon with her new black lover was the very essence of every fantasy he’d ever had of her. And today promised more of the same for them both, with levels of degradation steeped so low in filth as to make a shit eating fly vomit with respect.
Still bound to the bed by his ankles, his hands tied behind his back, and his face in a drying puddle of several men’s scum mixed with his wife’s lubrications Joey had never been happier in his life. He could hear Caroline in the adjoining bathroom moving around, no doubt, getting ready for what Jake had in store for them on this bright Satureday, and Joey could only wonder at what his part would be in this today. So far, he had only been made to drink from her over filled cup, and not the fountains that filled her, but he was sure that would change this day, or the next, and he wondered how he would take that.
The woman that came out of the bathroom then, dressed like a strumpet nymphett of 16 with her hair braided, dressed in a black leather mini skirt, a long sleeved black see through nylon blouse with ruffles around her cleavage, with an over stuffed black bra underneath, black ankle strapped leather stilletto high heeled shoes, and black seamed nylons, no doubt, held up by a black garterbelt to match her bra, Caroline made Joey’s cock painfully hard just looking at her. Her makeup wasn’t much more than she would wear to work, conservative, and enhancing her rare beauty as it always did. Her nails done in a blood red, as if sucked from a severed vein, with lipstick that matched the vampire effect.
“You stink,” Caroline said, glancing at him, and wrinkling her nose, “go shower, and I’ll have your clothes ready for you when you’re through,” and she unlocked his ankle cuffs, and untied his wrists, “oh, and use the body lotion I left for you in the shower too.”
When Joey came out of the bathroom after his shower, his body was hairless save for his head from the dibilitating cream Caroline had exchanged for the body lotion, and laying on the bed was the clothes she’d set out for him, and they were all pink and white in color. Pink hosiery, pink high heel pumps, white garter belt, white bra, pink thong style panties, white elbow length gloves, a pink dress with white ruffles and petticoats, and a pink slip lay on his bed along with a wig dyed pink as well. Caroline had thought of everything to turn her husband into what would pass for a woman, and she stood next to the bed smiling, just waiting for him to object.
He sighed, knowing now where this was going, and blushing red all over began to put the things on. It was while he was putting on the nylons that the first thrill ran through him, and it just got better with the silky pink panties, so that by the time he had everything on but the wig and high heeled shoes he felt the sheer thrill that comes with wearing silk, and nylon against bare flesh. Caroline had him sit in front of her vanity, and she applied makeup to his face, then perfume, and the wig. There was a little problem with the shoes, as Joey had never walked in high heels before, but with a little practice, and Caroline’s guidence he was soon able to stand up and even walk, albeit rather slowly, without falling. That’s when Caroline led him over to the flull length mirror.
“Now that’s what I call a hot piece of ass,” Caroline cooed at his image.
Joey couldn’t believe it. There, in front of his own eyes stood two totally different, and totally gorgous babes, and one of them was him.
“I’ve always wondered what you’d look like in girl’s clothes, and isn’t it marvelous that we don’t even have to find a feminine name for you, since Joey works both ways. Both for Joseph, and Josephine.”
Joey could only stand there a stare open mouthed at his/her image, yet he had to admit, Caroline was right. He did make a better looking female than he had a male.
“From now on, you will wear only women’s undergarments, even when you go to work, and when not at work you will dress completely in women’s attire, and you will also let your hair grow out. Is that understood?”
“But…..” Joey started to complain.
“No butts about it, and your’s is quiet cute, by the way. From now on you are my personal slave bitch, or you can pack your bags right now. The only one to wear pants around here will be the black men who come to call, and you will address them as Master, and me as your Mistress. Is that understood? Is it?”
“Yes my Mistress,” Joey replied, his head hanging down in shame at what his wife was telling him. He was to be more than just a pussy cleaner from now on. She was turning him into a pussy itself.
“Good, now go down and wait for me. I have to call Jake.”
Joey made it down the stairs, but just barely, and decided he needed more practice walking in the high heels Caroline had bought for him. However with every move, every step, the texture of woman he was dressed in carressed him like a lover seeking his attention, and he couldn’t help but be stimulated by such indulgence. Joey’s cock, already hard and sticking up past the elastic waist band of the pink panties, had no intention of ever going soft in this new environment of his. And why, he wondered, was there this constant erotic tingling at the doorway to his ass?

************

A glance at the full length mirror of the front room closet again took his breath away. He was beautiful. And it was uncanny how he didn’t look at all like the man that he saw in the mirror a year ago. Hell, he didn’t even look like some queer drag queen. He looked like a real honest to goodness woman in this get up, and not just some plain Jane either, but a hot, vibrant, sexy beauty at that. And once again he wondered, was this in me my whole life, am I some freak of nature, or just a woman trapped in a man’s testosterone?
“You can quit primping now,” Caroline giggled from the bottom step leading up the stairs, “you look devine. It’s time to go, and here’s your purse,” and she handed him a pink pocketbook with straps, similar to her own black leather one, as she ushered him out the front door and to their Eldorado.
Yes, a year had gone by like the blink of an eye, and in that year Joey had been treated to a full regiment of cosmetic, and plastic surgery, as well as several classes in the art of being an elegant woman. His hair now down past his shoulders cut in the latest feminine fashion, streaked blond where the sun couldn’t bleach it, and in front ending just above his recent breast implants. They were once again heading for a rendevous with Jake, and his friends, only this time Joey was going to participate.
It was a long drive that ended up on a country dirt road leading to an elegant old Plantation style mansion with several fashionable cars already parked in the driveway.
“Well, we’re here dear,” Caroline informed him, “and you’d best be on your best behavior. Oh, and there’s a couple of rules Jake has insisted on for you to follow.”
Joey was about to object when Caroline just continued as if what he might have to say meant nothing.
“For one, you are to conduct yourself like a lady at all times. Though you must also at the same time allow any male or myself to use you in any way we deem nessasary for the circumstances at hand. In other words, for all intentional purposes, you are to conduct yourself as a virgin maid, subserviant to our every desire, without recourse, or complaint. And don’t interfere with anything these men want to do with me either, or you will find out what it’s like to loose your cherry before you’re ready to. Jake has plans for you. So just do as you’re told, and you won’t get hurt. Remember, you’re a girl now, albeit one with a very large clitoris, and we expect you to act like one,”she of course was referring to Joey’s dick with that remark about a large clit, but Joey took no offense, his training had been complete, including the subtle brainwashing by Caroline throughout his female transformation. To all outward apperances, Joey was a girl.

Jake had to do a double take when the two babes came into the foyer before he realized that one wasn’t a babe at all, but a guy dressed up, and looking more like a woman, than most women did, and since the real woman was Caroline, the guy had to be her husband Joey.
“Who’s that?” Asked the raven hair hostess, Mrs. McDonough. A 5’6″ southern belle widowed 5 years earlier and at 37 had the body of a twenty year old fashion model, and the face of a 26 year old Helen of Troy. Her three teenaged daughters, also dressed in turn of the century garb for this party looked as if they were Scarlet O’hara’s replica’s, and who were as lecherous as Rett Butler, were busy going around serving refreshments, and exchanging feels with the male guests.
“Angie. That is my latest conquest,” Jake replied, “my married white whore is the one on the left, the one on the right is actually her husband in drag.”
“I see, and have you told them about me and the girls yet?”
“No. Not yet, but I don’t think there’ll be any problems. Caroline has only fucked niggers so far, but I’m sure once she see’s you and your daughters performing with the domestics she’ll want to give it a try also. In fact, I’m sure she’ll get Joey involved no matter what.”
“Domestics? Is that what you’re calling it now?” And Angie giggled. “I guess that’s so much nicer than saying we fuck all the animals on this estate, isn’t it?”
“Quite. Besides, as far as you white folks are concerned, fucking niggers isn’t much different than fucking animals, right?” Jake tossed back, getting a hurt pout for his efforts.
“I’ve never been a racist, and you know it Jake!” Angie spat back.
“You’ve never been faithful to any of your lovers either,” Jake replied, putting her in her place. He’d been fucking Angie off and on since he’d met her after the birth of her last child had caused complications developing in a hysterectomy that made it impossible for her to have any interracial babies, or any more babies at all for that matter. Something that had ticked Jake off from the very beginning as he felt breeding of every white woman he, or any other black man could get their hands on would help get rid of bigotry faster than any marching ever could. Angie, since her hysterectomy had just about fucked every black man within 50 miles, but that was another story entirely.
“Hey, I said you could knock up my girls, what more can I do?”
“You can help with these two,” Jake replied under his breath as Caroline and Joey approached, “that’s your job today. Tomorrow, you can start helping us with corrupting your girl friends, and not the skanks either.”

Caroline was in awe at all of the black men she saw walking around inside of the mansion, and only the mother and her three daughters, dressed as pre-civil war sothern belles, there to take care of them, if they were even there for that, as the three girls seemed be underaged teens at best. Still, there was more than one black hand copping a feel around here, and none of the white females seemed at all distracted by the attention either. And watching a 16 year old sex goddess suck a ten inch black cock, as though it were no big thing, was more than Caroline had expected.
Jake had said that the woman who owned the place and her three daughters were very special. Not exactly whores mind you, as they never took a dime from anyone for sexual services rendered, but that they put on a very interesting show, or shows that had to be seen to be believed. Even so, Jake had refused to explain these shows to Caroline under the umbrella that she would have to judge for herself after seeing them as to whether she wanted to join in and give it a try.
The mother, Angie, had been very kind to Caroline, showing her and Joey around the estate, exchanging tid bits of information about various men, black and white, and how they both now prefered dark meat to white. In no time they became close friends, and just in time for the first show entered the theater located in the large basement down stairs. Sandy, Mandy, and Candy, 20,18, and 17 respectively, while daughters of the brunett, had varying degrees of blond hair, dishwater, dark and light streaked blonde, and honey blond after their father, but with their mother’s hour glass figure, tight ass, and were heavy to medium chested starting from the oldest to the youngest.
About twenty black men in all finally took the seats lined up in front of a stage area in the huge basement, with Caroline and Joey in the front row, and ring side next to Jake as the guests of honor. All eyes devouring the two just before the lights started to dim, and two spot lights came on shining on the curtained stage just before those thich red velvet draps began to part open like a brides legs on her wedding night, slowly.
The back ground, painted to look like the pool side of someone’s back yard, and the floor covered in astro turf adding to the effect as the eldest daughter, Sandy lay there in a lounge chair face down getting sun tanned in an all white French cut thong bikini and tanning lotion while a boom box next to her on the fake grass played Luther Vandross. The 20 year old’s eyes closed under her sun glasses as she rolled over onto her back without holding onto her top allowed her bosom to be striped without any thought given to the matter that Sandy was now laying on her bikini top, and only wearing the bottoms. In all it was a perfect girl next door setting of everyday life, and a fantasy of most men come true fresh out of a nudy girl magazine up there on the stage. Even the family dog, a large Old Yeller type of mutt lay near by as if guarding the precious package from unwanted invaders. Yes, a typical back yard setting in every day rural America, and then it got decidedly more strange.
Sandy’s hands started to move over her recently oiled flesh, first cupping, then squeezing at her own exposed breasts, making the nipples grow erect, and goose bumps form on her flesh. Then her left hand made it’s way downward along her soft tight abs to dip in under the waist band of her bikini, in effect beginning to play with her own privates there right on stage. None of this went unnoticed by the mutt nearby, as his attention was totally focused on the young nymphette, and he began to crawl towards his mistress in slow deliberate moves. His tail wagging, as he licked his lips in expectation.
“You can’t be serious,” Caroline whispered over to Jake on her left, “she isn’t really gonna do what I think she is? Is she?”
Jake only smiled, and nodded, his eyes never leaving the stage as the dog got up on all fours near the chaise lounge hovering over the girl’s crotch panting, and sporting a growing erection of his own between his hind legs, still apparently unnoticed by Sandy as she moaned in pleasure.
“MmmmmmmmMmmmmmmmmm.”
Old Yeller must have taken this as a sign of her consent because his head bowed down, and as Sandy’s legs bent open his tongue began to lick along her inner thighs. You could have heard a mouse fart in the basement then as Sandy reached up and moved her sunglasses up high in her hair and focused on the dog now grovelling in between her legs leaving a trail of slobber everywhere his tongue went.
“Oh, it’s you Bear,” Sandy said, then looking around to see that they were alone, she petted the dog’s head, and parted her legs a bit more to give him better access to her down there. Even going so far as to move the crotch of her bikini bottoms to the side to give the dog’s tongue better access yet, before using both hand now to fondle her own tits
Bear must have known a good thing when he saw it because he immediately dove into that pussy of Sandy’s tongue first, and started lapping away like a thirsty man.
“Ooooooohh yeah, good doggy! That’s it, eat my pussy boy! Oooooooooh, uhn, oh yes! Oh yessssssssssssssssssssssssss! Goooooooooooood doggy! Good boy! Lick it!”
Encouraged by Sandy’s voice the dog moved up onto the chaise lounge with her, and continued licking at her gravy bowl, and in no time the girl was wriggling, and swooning to the throes of her first bestial climax right up there on the stage before a live audiance. Her hands moving down to hold the animals head tight to her weeping shaved cunny as she writhed in pleasureable agony under his manipulations, even managing in the process to untie the stings of her bikini bottom to better facilitate the dog’s efforts on her private parts, and arching up occasionally to let him get at her little bung hole too.
The dog brought Sandy to three consecutive orgasms with his tongue before he started to nudge his nose at her mound to get her to turn over, and get up on her hands and knees for him. The dog must have had Sandy well trained because she was soon up and ready to be fucked bitch fashion, and with a quick mounting of the girl’s hind end, Bear was in position, with his barbed canine prick pressing in between those delcate lower lips of hers. Bear took just a moment to adjust his stance then, and without any further preamble the dog shoved every damned inch of dog dick he owned straight up the girl’s slit in one spear jabbing thrust forward of his hind legs.
“Holy shit!” Caroline gasped, squeezing Jake’s cock through his trousers. “The dog’s dick is in her pussy! And look! She’s already cuming, just from having it in her!”
Indeed, Sandy was shaking and shivering up there on the stage as the dog on her back threw the meat to her at a blinding pace before the crowd of onlookers. And there was no doubt in anybody’s mind there, that the girl on stage was loving every moment of her bestial debauchery as she rocked back and forth under the weight of the pounding cannine like a true bitch in heat. Bear’s bitch of the moment, as it were. Her large breasts flopping to and fro as they bounced on her chest hanging down like cows udders giving her that vulgar look so predominant in the porno industry it was almost mandatory now for that perfect slutty look that said, “Here is a real pig of a ho.”
Gone was the innocence of a few moments ago, and in its place was corruption of the basest, lowest level of mankind. A dog fucker, and her mutt in action. Sandy was so far gone she’d have to reenter earth’s orbit just to get back as another climax wracked her body from head to toe thanks to the growing knot of that cannine cock mangling the girl’s pussy. In and out, out and in, animal flesh, covered in fur slapping happily against bare human flesh as the dog literally used Sandy for his own lust dump. Used her like the bitch she was, his hairless, human bitch at that.
Joey had been mesmerzied by all of the insanity taking shape up on the stage, so that by the time he/she turned towards Caroline his/her wife was down on her knees between Jakes legs sucking his big black cock as another black man lifted up her skirt in back and guided his mammoth monster cock right up Caroline’s cooze. That’s when two other black men put their cocks into his wife’s hands to jerk off as they continued to watch the show up on the stage. A quick look around showed Sandy’s sisters and mother doing just about the same thing with the rest of the audiance as clothes and chairs were moved around to accomidate everyone. Leaving Joey pretty much to his own devices, and that meant that unless his wife gave the go ahead, he couldn’t even masturbate himself, and his 7 inch clitty was very hard indeed inside of those pink panties of his.
With nothing left for it, Joey returned all attention to the show up on the basement stage as the dog let out a low gutteral growl, then a yipe, and procceeded to dump his load into the girl’s warped and locked snatch, filling her twat with doggy sperm.
“Oooooooooooooooooooooo yessssssssssssss! Cum in meeeeeeeee boy! Cum in my pussssssssssssssssssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
Sandy’s cry like a clarion call from the damned for all in the basement to cum with her, and all around the room there was the slapping of flesh, black into white, and the moaning, groaning, and stench of fucking as one right after another each and every person there, except Joey, came with the dog and the girl up on stage. The girl on stage at last collapsing on her forarms, face, and breasts to await the dog’s dismount.
There was no applause, at least not the kind where two hands meet, just moaning and groaning as the audiance came group style, and singular with whomever they happened to be fornicating with at the moment. One might even say that the splashing of male sperm against female flesh would more than suffice as a standing ovation in this case, even with Joey’s forced abstinance.

************

An intermission took place right after the dog act, and Caroline and Joey were led back stage by Jake.
“Sandy, that was awesome!” Jake said kissing the 20 year old on the cheek Hollywood fashion. “The best I’ve ever seen.”
“Why thank you, Jake,” Sandy replied, making sure to rub her bare left tit up against his right arm familiarly in the process, then asked, pointing to Joey, “Is this the one?”
“Yes,” Jake replied, “in fact both of them, if you can use them. Just be careful with Caroline here though, she’s got a bun in the oven now.”
“And well toasted, I have no doubt,” Sandy giggled, “but that shouldn’t be a problem. She can’t be more than a month or two along from the look of her.”
“Almost two months,” Jake confirmed proudly, as he knew he was the daddy of the unborn child in Caroline.
“Okay then,” Sandy said, “I’ll have Caroline work with Mandy, and Joey I’ll put with Candy.”
“Works for me,” Jake put in, then gave Caroline a hug and a kiss before turning to go back out front leaving the Huets in Sandy’s care.
Looking first at Joey Sandy announced, “You and Candy will be in the Tiajuana skit with Max,” and pointing ushered Joey off to join the honey blond teenager over by the ramp leading outside, “and I’ll show you were Mandy and her co-star are waiting,” she said to Caroline, leading the way to what looked like a dressing room.
It was a dressing room, of sorts, though it looked more like a stye with the huge boar hog waiting in there with Mandy as she applied make up, and put on her best street lamp hugger get up. A flimsy see through mesh black blouse, black garterbelt and black fishnet stockings, her legs stretching up out of a pair of black stilleto high heels to disappear at mid thigh under the black leather mini skirt setting off her entire wardrobe as she wore no panties, and her hair a wild streaked halo of blond contrasts along with the thick makeup job put everything in perspective.
“You’re going to fuck a pig?” Caroline gasped as lightening flashed through her loins with an itch that wouldn’t quit.
“A prize winning hog actually,” Sandy announced, “and you’re going to be in the skit too. Nothing strenuous mind you, just a three way in which you and Mandy end up in a 69, and the hog mounts my sister. Then you help him get his dick into her pussy, and suck them both as they fuck. How’s that sound to you?”
“Like I just won first prize for low down and nasty,” Caroline giggled nervously, “but just out of curiosity, what is Jake having Joey do?”

“I have to what?!” Joey asked, not believing what he’d just heard Candy say.
“Well either you suck him hard to fuck me, or I suck him hard to fuck you,” Candy chuckled, “you can’t do both, and I wouldn’t even want to try. Donkey’s are hard enough to handle sometimes, and especially when they’re going to have sex. Someone has to stay by their head and guide them, or the fuckee could get hurt, and that’s where the wrangler has to be, so you, and I have to work as a team at the other end. One of us gets him hard, then guides his prick into the other person, understand?”
“I understood the first time you said it,” Joey said, “I just didn’t believe I’d sunk so low was all.”
“You can always switch places with your wife you know,” Candy giggled, “she and Mandy are doing Max.”
“Max?”
“Yeah,” Candy replied, “Max, like in hog city to the max!”
“Caroline is gonna be a pig fucker?”
“Unless you wanna switch places with her?”
“Er, um, what’s the donkey’s name?”
“I thought not,” Candy laughed, then said, “his name is Jimmy, and he’s freshly bathed before each skit so don’t worry about him or any of our pets smelling because we take good care of them. Now which do you want to do, suck him, or fuck him? And I mean his dick in your ass, not vice versa.”
“Well, I don’t think I could take him up my ass, I’ve only had a couple of Niggers fuck me there so far, and he’s just way too big……”
“Okay then,” Candy interrupted, “then once I’m laying on the bale of hay, and the wrangler has him in position over top of me, you get Jimmy hard by sucking him off. Once he is hard you hold on to his cock and ease some of it into my snatch. Don’t worry, I’ve fucked him many times already, I can take him, but just don’t let more than about a foot of that donkey’s dick get inside of me, or he might try putting the whole damn thing in me, and kill me dead.”
“Oh shit! If this is so dangerous why do it?”
“Don’t be such a pussy,” Candy snorted, “just do your job, and I’ll be cuming all over that spitting python of Jimmy’s in no time. Hell, I’ll even let you lick the bowl clean when he’s through with me. Now I’ve got to change into my costume, so you go watch your wife, and Mandy fuck Max. I’ll come get you when I’m ready.”
When Joey returned to his seat Jake had a surprise for him.
“Joey, I’d like you to meet Tom, and Jerry,” Jake said introducing two heavy set black men with bulging muscular shoulders and arms, wearing signature haircuts with their names etched out in back so that you could tell which was which since they were identical twins. “They’ve been away, and haven’t been around the fairer sex for quite some time now, so I thought you might help break them back into society’s norms, if you get my drift.”
Indeed, Joey got it right off the bat, thinking, two more cons out of the pen, geesh! And that’s when Jerry cupped Joey’s ass cheeks in one of his large paws and squeezed.
“Damn Tom,” Jerry said, “this one’s almost cherry, his ass be so tight!”
By then Tom had his cock out of his pants hanging like a hawser for a tow boat, and grabbed hold of Joey’s hair forcfully bringing Joey to his knees with his face next to Tom’s mammoth black monster saying, “suck it bitch!”
Joey, of course, had no choice, or any say in the matter. Not if he didn’t want to be publicly humiliated in divorce proceedings by Caroline. So he opened his mouth as wide as he could and just as the head of that bull dick was entering his mouth he felt Jerry in back of him lifting up the hem of his pink skirt, to get at Joey’s ass, and the lights in the basement started to dim right then too. Quickly Joey was literally picked up by the two black men, then put back down on his hands and knees so that all three of them could watch the show and fuck at the same time.
The curtain parted, and in it’s wake was what appeared to be a city street corner at an alleyway, with one lamp post. The two women leanig against it dressed so that it was obvious that they were in the oldest profession around. Both built like brick shithouses, wearing shorter than short black leather skirts that displayed the fact that they had on garterbelts and stockings. Mandy mostly in black mesh and black fishnet, while Caroline wore mostly black satin and black nylon for contrast, but you could easily see their titties through the sheer material, as well as their ass cheeks the way the skirts were cut so short. But it didn’t really seem to matter as they were the only ones on the street corner at that supposedly late hour of the night.
That is until Max sauntered out of the deep shadows of the dirty alleyway snuffling around in the garbage looking for food wearing a leather collar with a twenty dollar bill tucked into it.
“Grunt, squeal!”
“Hey! No way I’m doing a fucking pig!” Caroline cried out in disgust at the apparent offer of the grossly obese hog looking up between them.
“Look who’s calling who a pig!” Mandy retorted with a chuckle. “I saw that last John you did. Talk about a porker! Sheesh! Besides, this ones got the dough fo two ho’s, what say you and I double team this one. You can eat me, while he fucks my pussy. How’s that sound to you?”
“I don’t like it, but if I don’t bring some cash home to the old man tonight, he’ll open a can of whoop ass on me for sure. But what about a room?”
“Fuck that, we got a nice quiet dry alley right here,” Mandy pointed behind Max, “and it ain’t like he needs a barn to get it up in, eh.”

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