The take over of Hetero Dyn Inc. by an African consortium had gone smoothly. At least so far. As Gary often told his wife Stacey at every breakfast before heading off to work these days.

“I’m pretty much in limbo,” the youthful 30 year old brown hair, blue eyed executive explained further, “they can’t pension me off because I’m too young, and they’re still unsure of which lower echelon personel to let go altogether without toppling everything asshole over teakettle in the process.”

“So where does this leave us, honey?” Asked the five years younger svelt, yet extremely buxom strawberry blond beauty right out of a Bay Watch sequeal.

“Well, I’m not really sure,” Gary replied finishing up his breakfast, “there is a position opening up, in fact it’s a vice presidency, and I have all of the qualifications for the job, as well as the experiance.”

“Then you think you’ve got a chance?”

“I didn’t say that,” he chuckled, and not with just a touch of sarcasm either, “I told you. Most of the new upper echelon people are very dark, in fact they’re either black men, or light complected women for the most part. I’m neither black, nor a woman, as you well know. I’m just very good at my job. I’ve put out a couple of feeler’s to other companies though, just the same, in case this doesn’t pan out for us.”

“I guess that means we’ll have to move again,” Stacey said with a pout. They had moved six times in the last five years since getting married, and too she had finally felt that they were home after living here for close to a year now.

“Don’t give up yet,” Gary said, giving her a peck on the right cheek as he headed for the door, “we’ll know better after the big charity benifit shindig the new CEO is throwing this weekend up at his place.”

His words echoing in Stacey’s head still an hour after Gary had left when Horace, the latest addition to their family, came over and nudged her hand for some attention. A perfect Heinz 57 cannine, Horace was just the pet Stacey had always wanted, (big and fluffy lovable all over), but could never have, at least up until now, and now they would probably have to move again, and maybe lose Horace in the shuffling around. Petting the animal absentmindedly, Stacey tried to think of a way in which she could help Gary secure that promotion to vice president within the new excutive structure of the Hetero Dyn hostile take over.

As if trying to help her to figure the obvious Horace slipped his tongue out, and let it glide along her exposed inner left thigh where her house robe had parted. At first Stacey just covered her thigh back up in responce, Horace was always doing those gross out doggy things, he’d even sniff at her, or any females crotch if she let him, but then it was as if a brilliant light had flashed in her head.

“Well,” she said, looking down at Horace, “you might have an idea there, boy. If all else fails, show a little high fashioned leg, eh.”

Stacey had been the model for several commercials for Hetero Dyn Inc. when she first met, then later married Gary Watling, and was well aware of the heads she still turned just walking down the street in one of her short skirts, or tight fitting jeans. Not to mention the wolf whistles, and blatent stares she got whenever they went to the beach on summer weekends wearing a bikini, and not even a thong at that. Of course Gary would just laugh at her when she blushed on such occasions, then puff out his chest with male pride at his trophy bride’s assets. But even behind her blush Stacey was aware that she was wet from all of the adoration, and attention her body got from men, and not just a few women, and took it all in stride as she’d grown to think it was her due.

“A little leg, a little cleavage, and just the right twitch, eh boy,” and she giggled as she remembered Gary’s opening line to her five years ago.

“With an ass like yours Stacey,” he’d said, “I could conquer the whole world.”

Men were so compartmentalized, she thought. Leg men, tit men, ass men, you name it, she’d turned them all on, there was no doubt about that, and she had the face to go with the body, and the skin, too. Which was how she’d gotten into modeling in the first place. No under fed carrot stick by a long shot Stacey never gained an ounce no matter what she ate, and the camera devoured her with a love that most movie starlets would have killed themselves over to attain. A quick look in the full length mirror behind the bathroom door as she shed her robe before showering showed that she still had it all, too. The curves, without a blemish, the firm but soft muscle tones, the glimmering hair down past her shoulder blades, and yes, the legs, tits, and ass that drove men to salivate involuntarily. At least those men who weren’t card carrying homosexuals. Though in truth, she’d turned a few of them into bisexuals during her short carreer before the cameras as well.

The only thing Stacey wasn’t sure of about her attraction with the opposite sex, was how to make them see her as anything other than just a side of meat. Not that she minded being a sex object in bed, and especially with Gary, but she did have a brain afterall, and it was every bit as nimble as any mensa student on the planet. It’s just that no one looks at a person’s brains the way they looked at Stacey’s flesh, and that was just a fact of life she’d learned to live with since the onset of puberty, makeup, and later the fashion world.

“Wow!” Gary growled with lecherous intent when Stacey entered their living room ready to leave for the party Friday night. “You plan on seducing the CEO for my job?”

The black strapless form hugging dress with rhinestones showed more than a fair share of cleavage, and only went down to just above her nylon stocking tops to show a vast amount of Stacey’s legs as well. With her black elbow length gloves, and matching high heels, and purse, her hair in a braid, and full makeup Stacey was the picture perfect cover model for Vogue Magazine. His responce took her aback for a moment, but she quickly recovered with her own retort.

“If you want me to, I most certainly will,” and she gave him a light peck on the cheek, then took his left hand in her right as they headed out the door.

Gary was stunned by her reply. He knew Stacey had never been with a black man in her life, and not from a lack of their attention either, and then, of course, they’d gotten married, and she’d been faithful to him ever since. Like most men married to one as beautiful as Stacey, Gary had developed certain fantasies about her in bed with other men, but had never ventured to bring them up for fear of bringing out the old green eyed monster in themselves if it ever did happen. At least for Gary that was true for the first five years of his marriage to Stacey. Now, with her dressed up like an imitation full sized Barbie doll, as it were, and her reply to his flippant comment, he was developing a boner just thinking about the possibilities while at the same time trying to get control of his own perverted thoughts. In the end, his dick asked the question that his brain couldn’t.

“You’d do that for me?” He inquired, pulling the car out of their driveway.

“I’d do it for us,” Stacey replied, and she reached over and squeezed his hand for confirmation.

“What if he tries to seduce you?”

“Just wink at me, and I’ll let him. Other wise nothing will happen.”

It was the right answer as far as Gary was concerned. The green eyed toady inside of him scampered off to enjoy a well deserved vacation. And taking his place was a whole new kind of beast. The one that had his dick hard in his trousers, and refused to go play elsewhere.

“I think the idea of me with your new boss excites you,” Stacey said, placing her left hand on the bulge in Gary’s pants. And when she received no reply to that, she teased him some more, “You know I’ve never had the opportunity to bed with a black man before. Do you think it’s true what they say about the size of their pricks?”

“Oh shit!” He cried, almost running a stop light. “You keep this up, I’ll cream in my pants, and we’ll miss the party entirely.”

Stacey pulled her hand back as if it had been burned, then said; “Maybe I won’t wait for you to wink then. I’ll just sneak away with him to some little dark room …”

He knew she was just teasing him, but now that the thought was running rampant through his brain to where he could actually picture his wife whoring around with his boss other thoughts came into play as well. What if Stacey didn’t stop with just screwing the black CEO? What if he wanted her to spread the wealth around to the other black executives as well? He had to stop her from saying anything more, or he really would wet the front of his trousers.

“No more,” Gary gasped, “please, honey. Let’s just wait and see what happens. If nothing else, I’d hate to waste this hardon on tissue paper when it would fit so well in your cute little tush.”

Stacey was quiet for the rest of the trip, but his hardon persisted up until the last five minutes of the drive, and that mostly due to concentrating on finding a parking place for his car in the crowded grass lined up with close to fifty vehicles.

“Looks like a packed house tonight,” Gary said.

“And did you ever see so many black studs, and white women in one grouping?” Stacey giggled noting the obvious.

“Compared to you doll, they’re all bow wow’s,” Gary complimented her sideways.

“Just remember who’s doing what to whom,” Stacey put in, “when we go home you better not have checked out their oil with your dip stick,” and she squeezed his cock and balls slightly just to emphisize her point, “if I do this, I do this for us, not me. Even if I do get some modest amount of pleasure from this, it doesn’t mean you have the right to go cheating on me.”

“No problem,” Gary chuckled, “you beat anything I’ve seen with this company, and I wouldn’t unless you allowed me to either. I just don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle this if we do go through with it, is all.”

“We?” She lifted up her left eyebrow, a twinkle of merriment in her eye. Then as he helped her out of their car she flashed him a quick peek under her dress. The sheer white thong panties she had on were his favorite, and clearly showed that she’d shaved almost all of her pubic thatch off for tonight’s debacle.

“Oh geesh!” Gary gasped appreciatively blushing at the sight of his wife’s naked thighs above her stocking tops, and that damned sheer white thong panty he loved to eat her through.

The estate was located in a rural farming area outside of the city, and lay over 60 square acres of rolling hills, and valleys with a stable and country side that was perfect for keeping Thorobred Horses. Many of which the CEO himself actually owned, the rest paying to stay there. The Mansion itself out front, but well away from the tree lined road, was relatively new, and looked like it came right out of the pages of, “Gone With the Wind.”

Inside the mansion it looked like a gathering of African tribal chiefs, and European royalty as all of the black male executives were dressed in dashiekies, and all the white female executives in expensive evening gowns of various lengths, colors, and brevity to show as much sensuality as each cared to exhibit. There was a small contingent of white males, husbands of the female executives, of course, who, like Gary, were dressed in tuxedos. However what really caught their attention was the servants carrying trays of various cocktails through the crowds, as they were all women, and each almost dressed in a frilly French Maid’s costume. Almost, as all they had on was a little white cap, a short white frilly bib apron, black satin garterbelts, and seamed nylons, with high heels, and a black bikini thong pair of panties for modesty’s sake. Gary recognized half the new steno pool there in those Maid’s outfits, but kept it to himself.

“Dog’s, eh?” Stacey commented wryly at all of the beautiful woman gathered under one roof.

“Well, compared to you,” Gary replied, and kissed her cheek to show that he meant it.

“Ah, there you are,” said Peter Hayward, CEO, Gary’s supreme comander, and their host for tonight’s benefit, “I was hoping you two would get here in time for the bidding.

“Bidding?” They both inquired.

“Oh dear,” Peter chuckled, “I guess you didn’t get my memo either. You see, everyone was to bring something for us to auction off to the highest bidders. However not to worry, as you can see several of the staff have brought their husbands along to auction off, so you can do the same with your lovely wife Stacey if you so wish, Gary. I know I’d surely bid on her.”

“Um, just what do those husbands that are getting bid on have to do?” Stacey inquired.

“Well, as you know this is all for charity,” Peter explained, “so they have two choices really. They can go with the winning bidder, and perform a simple service, or unless their spouce wishes to pay the bid instead, but that’s if the spouce didn’t bid, and win the bid in the first place.”

“Oh, I see,” Stacey replied, “and what would be considered a little service? If my spouce couldn’t afford the bid, that is.”

“That’s between the bidder, and the biddie,” Peter laughed, then with a perverse glint in his eye added, “but I’m sure it’s nothing that you wouldn’t be able to handle my dear.”

“Uh, huh,” Stacey murmured, but grinned wickedly nonetheless.

That’s when one of the servers came by, and both Gary and Stacey grabbed a fluke of champagne from the tray as it passed. Gary’s eyes straying only for a moment on the twitching derrier of the petit long hair brunett from the steno pool as she passed, but long enough for Stacey to catch him, and make him blush.

“Sounds like fun,” Stacey said to Peter then, but her eyes never wavered from Gary’s as she said it, and chugged down her whole glass of sparkling wine, then added, “I’m game.”

“You most certainly are,” Peter said, with just a hint at sarcasm in his voice this time as he rubbed his hands together feverishly like a man getting ready to feast on his favorite dinner. Then excussing himself hurried off to put Stacey’s name on the Charity Benefit’s Auction list.

“We can leave right now,” Stacey whispered in Gary’s ear, “or stay. It’s up to you, of course, but I think your boss is going to bid on me, and if he does… ” she left what didn’t need to be said hanging in the air, exciting them both with the possibilities of the situation.

“Yes,” was all Gary could manage to croak out, but they both knew what he had decided, and she kissed his cheek lovingly barely able to keep the trembling out of her full lush painted lips in the process.

A half an hour later when the bidding actually began Stacey’s body no longer could contain the trembling as she saw the first husband go for a bid of over $10,000.00, and the highest bidder, after paying the price, graciously offered to share her prize with the other top three bidders if they would also pay up with their last highest bid to Peter’s charity. That set the stage for the rest of the auction, and the bidding became a shark like feeding frenzy from then on when the husband was put into a dog collar, and led off stage with the four top bidders with the wife following close behind with fits of giggling laughter.

“Excuse me Peter,” Stacey said as the tall black man returned to stand with them, “but why are the wives going with the bidders?”

“Oh, just to see that their property isn’t permanently damaged,” Peter replied seriously, “and to make sure that their husband’s don’t do anything to reflect badly on their image in the company, I’m sure.”

“Is that nessesary?”

“Not usually. Our company executives are pretty much in charge of things at home, but there is the rare bird, or two who doesn’t think that they have to, shall we say, pay up, that makes it advisable on their parts.”

“I see,” Stacey said, and chugged down another fluke of sparkling wine just the same.

When it came time for Stacey to go up on the auction block there was a great deal of murmuring, and speculation running through the crowd, and not just a small amount of appreciative sighs as well. Stacey took it in stride, just as she had when modeling, and with Gary beaming with pride she took her place standing next to the autioneer’s podium.

“And for our finale consideration,” the auctioneer announced, “we have this fine specimen of a woman offered up by Gary Largo from acquisitions…”

The bidding was fast and furious, and started off at $15,00.00 from the host, Peter Hayward himself. By the time the bidding reached over $50,000.00 there were only four people bidding, Peter, Amoud Saeed, from sales, Benjamin Washington, the president of the company, and Penelope Mayham from stores. Three black men, and one white woman in all as Gary had to drop out at $45,000.00, or look silly when his check bounced. Penelope stopped at $55,000.00 when she realized she was amongst the final four bidders, and then Amoud stopped bidding at $75,000.00 until that only left Peter, and Ben.

“Okay,” Ben conceded with a rye smile, “you win her, Peter.”

Stacey had been hoping that Peter would win, and then take her off alone somewhere with Gary as chaperone lech watching over their time together, but that was not to be.

“Ah good,” Peter replied, “and since you have been so magnanimous, I will offer the same deal as the other winning bidders. If the three last bidders are willing to put up the money for their highest bid, and add it to the total charity benefit, I will surely share Stacey’s favor with them this entire weekend as well.”

“Entire weekend?” Stacey mouthed silently at Gary, who could only shrug as he had never bothered to ask for a time frame when they’d put Stacey up on the auction block tonight.

“Not to fear,” Peter whispered, catching her question, “you’ll simply be my guest, and stay here until Sunday night. I hope that isn’t a problem? You don’t have any children, or so I’ve been told.”

“No children, but we do have a pet dog, and …”

“Oh, well, in that case, we can have Gary fetch him over here in the morning. We have a kennel area, and a keeper who can take good care of him for you, and you can go see, and play with him all you want. How’s that sound?”

“I guess it will be okay,” Stacey gave in with little choice as she realized there was no way out now, unless she was willing to forgo Gary’s possible promotion in the company, and end up moving again.

“Great! Let’s gather up your husband then, and see what kind of mischief we can get into next.”

As the auction concluded the party went into full swing, and Stacey immediately noticed that the women in the scanty French Maid’s uniforms were no longer wearing their bib aprons, or the thong bikini panties they’d had on earlier, though they were still serving drinks. However now she noticed that every person they passed reached out to carress, or fondle the abundent amount of exposed feminine flesh, tweaking a nipple erect here, or dipping a finger, or two in a crevass there without so much as a pause for the servers in recognition. Nobody was openly having sex, but the anticipation of what was surely to come was like a live bare wire that ran through the entire room ready to fry the unwary in a heart beat.

Peter took them on a tour of his house after signing his check over to the Auctioneer, with Amoud, Ben, and Penelope following at a descrete distance behind, but always there nonetheless, even if in shadow. In time they moved up to the second floor, and Peter showed them the unlocked guest rooms that weren’t occupied as yet, and finally to his spacious bedroom with the huge four poster bed sitting on it’s own platform a foot above the teak wood flooring.

“Wow!” Stacey said, then turning to confront Peter with Gary still back a ways looking over his boss’s shoulder. “I guess if a girl is sold into slavery as a whore for a weekend, she couldn’t ask for better living quarters, now could I?”

“You were far too expensive to consider yourself as nothing more than a weekend apprentice of the oldest proffesion, don’t you think?” Peter replied as Gary gave her a wink, glad to see Stacey was going to be reasonable, and try to enjoy the party even if it turned into the interracial orgy of the century the way it was going so far.

“So what would you have me do next?” Stacey inquired before Gary could catch up with them. “A strip tease for you and your friends, maybe? After all, I’m your whore, bought, and paid for now. Let’s cut to the chase, shall we.”

“I like a bitch with spirit,” Peter said, all culture beforehand suddenly disappearing from his speech in that one instant. “I know you’d spread your legs willingly for Gary’s promotion, babe. But what if I said he already has the promotion to VP?” Her startled looked pleased Peter immensely. “That’s right, it was decided over a week ago that we really needed your husband more than he needed us. Of course we didn’t tell him, or anyone else, but that’s only because I held out after seeing you pick him up at work one day. You gave me a hardon that just won’t quit,” and he grabbed at the bulge in his pants for emphasis, “and if you’re half as hot as you look, then this might just be the luckiest weekend of your lily white married life.”

Stacey’s face went hot red hearing how she’d been manipulated, but she didn’t dare tell Gary now. Better that he think she was doing this for them, instead of what Peter had intended, she figured, and smiled bravely when Gary joined them in Peter’s bedroom closing the door behind him.

“Gary my man,” Peter said, at once taking charge, then turning on some music, “just take a seat anywhere, your wife has volunteered to do a lap dance for me, before getting down to the nitty gritty. You can watch all you want, just remember, I own her ass for the whole weekend. Oh, and by the way. Congratulations Mr. Vice President in charge of acquisitions.”

Moving over to the foot of the huge four poster bed Peter sat down, and waited for his prize to start dancing. Gary took a chair to Peter’s left, and suddenly Stacey was the center of attention. Then giving Gary one last look, she shrugged, and started to move with the music towards Peter. Not a professinal stripper by any means, Stacey just followed the beat, letting her hips twist and sway as the heat at her center took her body ever closer to Peter, drawn to the black man now as if by a magnet. Stacey had never been to bed with a black man, but it had always been one of her favorite fantasies to be dominated, and under the control of one. Gary could think what he wanted, she’d been faithful to him up to this moment, but once Stacey realized that she was doing this for herself, with her husband’s approval, all of the old heat, and passion built up from her fantasy world took over. They might regret this come Monday, but she was sure as hell going to enjoy it all right up until then. And who knew, maybe even beyond this weekend, if she were lucky.

Sitting in the straight back chair, and watching Stacey do her exotic lap dance for Peter had Gary’s dick so hard that if he touched himself he knew his dick would erupt like Mt. St. Helens in his pants. Stacey was shed of her dress in five minutes, and Gary could see that her bikini thong was already wet with her secretions by the time Peter slowly pulled them down her long nylon clad legs. Her downy pussy shaved clean save for a sparse tuft of hair above shaped like a heart in preparation for this very moment with Gary’s boss nearly put Gary into orbit too. But it was when Peter’s black hands each grabbed a possesive hold of both of Stacey’s stark white butt cheeks to pull her strawberry blond cunt to his black face that Gary groaned as his prick sprayed all over the insides of his jock shorts.

The grin on Stacey’s face when she turned to see what had happened made her spread her legs wider to give better access to Peter’s tongue in her pussy, and she grabbed two gloved hands full of kinky black hair then, and ground her hips at his boss’s face in true slutish fashion. Gary was instantly mortified, and turned on both more than he’d ever been. Her wink back condeming him for life as his wife’s pimp as she gave herself freely to a strange black man for Gary’s promotion in the company. That she was enjoying herself was evident, but then sex was something Stacey had always enjoyed, and he couldn’t very well condemn her for that, especially when she was doing this at his own request. And for the life of him, Gary couldn’t understant why this all turned him on, and kept his dick hard even after cuming so quickly already in his shorts. In an instant he dicided to pull down his pants so as not to stain his trousers, and began to jerk himself off while watching his wife whore for another man. Again Stacey looked his way, and nodded knowingly on his perverse display at her expense, shuddering into her first of many orgasms with Peter.

Dressed like the perfect slut in only black elbow length gloves, garterbelt, nylons, and high heels now his Stacey would have put any centerfold honey to shame. And the way she gave herself to his black boss in true pornographic fashion was damn near a work of art in motion. Having cum twice on Peter’s tongue now she slid slowly down the black man’s face only stopping for a tongue dueling kiss before sinking to her knees between the man’s legs with his huge cock suddenly in her delicate hands as she stared openly at that big black prick in front of her.

Another look in Gary’s direction as she licked at her painted lips like a hungry feline about to feast, and Gary could see the raw lust that had taken control over his wife. Her eyes glazed as if in a trance, her nipples erect as if chilled with excitement, and the fragrent odor of hot cunt glued to the very air they all breathed told him that she was totally under the black man’s spell at this very moment. Her lips parting like rose petals to the morning sun as her head sunk down taking that veiny, uncircumsized ebony blugeon into her mouth as she held it in both of her gloved hands was a sight that was instantly ingraved in Gary’s mind forever. And as the cock of a black man, his boss, entered his white wife’s mouth Gary blew his second wad of the evening all over the front of his naked belly, remaining hard still.

Gary had enjoyed many a blow job from Stacey, but there was no doubt in his mind that Stacey was enthralled with sucking off her first black dick, nor was he surprised when Peter gave him a look of superiority, and scorned distain as the man’s black right hand took hold of his wife’s strawberry blond hair, and fed her more than the usual fair of cock that she was use to, sending his black dick down her cocksucking throat for good measure. That she didn’t choke while sword swallowing all that ebony night stick was more than a little surprising to Gary, as she always gaged when he tried to do that to her. The shit eating grin on Peter’s face then gave notice to him that the man owned his wife now for sure, and forget the money he’d paid for her as there was no doubt she was in hog heaven over his black cock now.

The subtle ways in which both of them were humiliating Gary, shaming him for the pimp/cuckold he’d made of himself over a lousy promotion, sent rapturous thrills of obscene lust coursing through him at every turn. This was a whole new sexual playground of perversity as far as Gary was concerned, and not one that he’d ever contemplated before. He could hardly condemn Stacey for acting like a ten dollar street whore, not for the price Peter had paid for her at the flesh auction less than an hour ago, but there was no doubt that Stacey was taking to whoring with Peter like a rabbit takes to fucking.

With his dick close to 11 solid inches long now, Peter pulled his cock all the way out of Stacey’s mouth, bent down, and picking her up in his strong arms, laid her gently down on his massive four poster bed. Without hessitation, Stacey spread her legs up, and out in true slutish behavior as Peter moved onto the bed with her, then up inbetween her white thighs to where the head of his cock bumped up against Stacey’s moist naked slit.

“Mmmmmmm yeah, Peter. Stick that big black cock in my pussy, baby. I gotta have some of that.”

“What about your husband?” Peter asked, and nodded towards Gary, who sat there with a crotch soaking in his own jism, and still jerking off as he watched them.

“I think he wants you to fuck me almost as much as I do,” Stacey replied, “and besides, he’s got Rose Palm, and her five sisters to keep him happy for now.”

Her answer to Peter’s question nearly devestated Gary, but at the same time made his dick throb harder in his hands. His wife had just called him a jerk off, and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why that turned him on so damned much.

“Fuck him,” Stacey continued, “I want that big black dick to stretch me out so much that the only snug fit he gets after tonight will be with his own fucking hands.”

Gary’s cock erupted yet again then as Peter followed Stacey’s words with a forward thrust of his hips, sinking his black prick a good six inches deep into his wife’s pussy, making it bulge out around that thick girth as it truely did stretch Stacey’s cunt out like no other cock ever had before. Then Peter waited a moment to let her get accustomed to what she had before slowly pushing the rest into her pussy looking like a freight train entering a gopher hole in the process.

“Oooooooooooooohh! Ooooooohhmmmmmmmmmmm, yessssssssssss! You’re … so fucking … big! Can you see it Gary? He’s knocking on my liver he’s so big! Ooooooo shit yes! He’s in virgin territory now Gary! Oh! Uhn! Oh yes, baby! Give it to me stud! I want it all!”

“I think she likes it,” Peter said, looking straight at Gary then as the last inch went in. “She’s Nigger Pussy now white bread.”

“Hey there!” The bedroom door opened then with Penelope in the lead.

“Looks like the party already started in here,” Amoud said, following Penelope in, followed by Ben who just grinned, then started to get undressed without being invited.

“Take a seat motherfucker’s,” Peter threw over his shoulder, “I ain’t finished breaking this bitch in yet,” and began to pull out just before pushing back into Stacey’s cunt as he started an in, and out fucking rhythm with his big black cock in Stacey’s tight married white pussy.

Gary could hardly move as Ben’s cock came into sight, and only half hard it was already as big as Peter’s was fully erect. And then Amoud’s prick came out, and it was just as huge as Ben’s. The only consolation being that Penelope didn’t have a cock to add to Stacey’s playlist, but she had a body that any one of the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders would have given their soul’s for. And worst, she had a mouth like a long shoreman, and used it at Gary’s expense.

“I told you he’d be a wimp,” Penelope said, and pointed at Gary all covered in his own splooge, “look at the big man now! Got a dick barely bigger than my fuck finger, and he’s been wanking off like a peep booth pervert since he got in here from the looks of him,” then to Gary, “Get’s your dingy hard watching a real man service your old lady, does it?”

Instead of pissing Gary off Penelope’s words made his dick grow hard once again.

“Yeah, I thought so,” Penelope said, and everyone in the room laughed at him, even Stacey, “just keep tugging on it then. Maybe that will help it grow up some day into a real cock,” and for emphasis she grabbed Ben’s cock, and waggled it at him, “Hmmmm, Ben, maybe you should stick this in me to take the edge off just a bit before you fuck the Princess.”

“I’d rather fuck the Grand Canyon,” Ben chuckled, “it would be just about as snug too.”

Far from being insulted Penelope giggled with the others laughter, and said, “Yeah, and who made me that way, eh?”

“Too true,” Amoud put in, coming up behind Penelope, bending her over at the waist, then easily slipping his black cannon into her twat from behind so that now, with her face level with Ben’s black wooly mammoth she simply opened her mouth, and started sword swallowing Ben’s cock at the same time.

“Well,” Ben shrugged, “at least that will shut her up for a while.”

Gary was in awe at how fast things were twisting around back and forth in the room, and how easily Amoud had been able to just slid his huge prick into that petit cheerleader body of Penelope’s from behind the way he had. The woman had close to two feet of black cock fucking her at both ends at the same time, and looked like a jello mold wave of an undulating blond porno queen. She might not have been in Stacey’s league as far as a modeling carreer was concerned, but she was a rare beauty in her own right just the same, and as smart as any executive he’d ever met, male or female she filled out a suit better than most of both with her 5’3″ tall 39-23-35 figure at that. Dressed here in a thin white cotton dress, and high heels only, Penelope would never have been taken for the shark she was in the business world. No, she looked more like a first class call girl right now more than anything else, and were the circumstances different, Gary would have easily tried to bed her himself.

With a three way fuck fest taking place in the middle of the room, and his wife getting drilled, thrilled, and filled in the huge four poster bed to his right, Gary couldn’t help but start jerking off all over again. Only now his attention was divided, and not so concentrated on Stacey’s sluttish behavior as it had been before. The sounds of sex, the squishing in and out of cock and pussy, the glub-blub-bed-dub-glub of Penelope as she choked down Ben’s dick almost gagging with her enthusiasm in the process. The scent of hot boiling cunt, and the sights of jiggling asses, and swaying tits. All having their effect on Gary, and like a drum beating over his head bearing down on him from every direction like a heavy weight of sexual euphoria. It was almost like an agreement between everyone in the room that after putting him in his place right off the bat, they simply ignored him after that as if he were only a fly speck on the wall. Thus allowing him to observe everything including himself.

With Peter’s big black cock sawing in and out of Stacey still after six or seven multiple orgasms in a row her vision cleared just enough to see Gary still jerking off in a growing puddle of his own filth in the straight backed chair. Reclined somewhat, with his trousers manacled around his ankles, and cum dripping from his knees to his abdomen he was quite a sight of sexual self abuse. And she couldn’t help but think how she had been the cause of such masterbatory delight in her husband as he watched her getting thoroughly fucked by Peter’s big black cock. She’d heard Penelope’s comments as well, and seen Gary’s reactions to them, and thrilled at the new possiblities that might bring into their marriage. After all, if it turned Gary on to be cuckolded this way, why not enjoy it, and have all the black cock on the side that she could handle from now on, she thought. Especially if they all had pricks like Peter’s, and knew how to use them on a white girl the way Peter, Ben, and Amoud did.

In her carreer as a model Stacey had seen a kinky thing or three, even been a part of a couple scenes with multiple sex partners where some of them were married, but fucking around with other people, and still very happy together. Of course there was only one way to find out if Gary could handle it, and that was what inspired her next course of action.

“Ooooooooh honey,” Stacey cooed, “look at what Peter’s big black dick is doing to my white pussy! Does that turn you on seeing his black cock stretching out my cunt?” And when Gary nodded as if in a trance she continued with, “is this what you wanted to see? Me whoring around? Fucking every black man in sight?” And when Gary nodded his head once more, that alone put Stacey over the edge once again, “Oooooooooooooooohh shit! He’s … making me … cum again, Gary! Cum … ming! Cum … ing baby! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, yeah! Fuck me Peter! Fuck me for my husband! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck mmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”

Peter grinned in rightious delight. He’d turned more than one white wife into a craven black cock hungry slut, but he considered Stacey here his crowning victory. With her in his pocket, he could be assured that Gary wouldn’t run off, and leave his company for the competition, but better even still the poor bastard would fall in line now without any further hassels. After all, Gary wouldn’t want it known outside the company that his white wife spread her legs for any swinging black dick that looked cross eyed at her from now on, would he? Nor would Gary want it to get around what a wimp cuckold he’d become to his wife, and to that end Peter finally picked up the pace to dump his load in the beautiful strawberry blond bimbo so that she could have Gary lick it right out of her when he was through. And as he came he whispered that very idea into Stacey’s ear.

“Okay bitch, if you really want to find out if he loves you? Then have him eat out your pussy after I fill it up. Cause here I cum!”

Gary stared in facination as Peter picked up the pace hammering into Stacey’s snatch like a triphammer just before suddenly jamming every inch of that damned massive black meat inside of his wife, and holding it there. Gary could tell right away that the black man was filling his wife’s cunt full of black baby making seed, and that alone would have made Gary shoot his wad if he handn’t cum five times all over himself already. Seeing Stacey’s face scrunch up, her nipples pop out, and her flesh blush down to her toes then as she came right along with that cock blasting into her stretched open pussy like that was something he’d never forget the rest of his life. Her hands clawing at the man’s back as her arms and legs pulled him into her as the cock in her cunt throbbed, and splashed sperm against her over heated, and very fertile womb. Even if Stacey was on the pill, just the thought that she could get knocked up, and have Peter’s black baby was all it took for Gary; to blow his sixth wad of jism all over the front of him, though in truth, there really wasn’t much left in his testicles, and just a drop or two drooled out of the slit in the head. Still, it was enough to short circuit Gary’s brain, and he almost passed out in exhuastion right there in the chair, but Stacey’s voice called to him keeping him in the real world.

“Come here Gary,” Stacey crooned, “come eat out my pussy for me, baby,” and when he didn’t respond right away, “what’s the matter sweety, don’t you love me anymore?”

Gary heard the taunting in his wife’s voice, as well as the question, and he moved like a man drugged, slipping down out of the chair to the floor as the best he could manage in mobility was to crawl over to his wife on all fours as wiped out as he was.

“That’a girl Stacey,” Penelope said, just after Ben pulled his dick out of her mouth, “make the scum bag crawl to you. Train them right from the start who’s the boss, and the bastards will eat your shit after that if they know what’s good for them.”

Gary’s shame knew no bounds as he heard Penelope’s scathing diatribe as with his own slime dripping from him to the carpet he moved inbetween his wife’s smooth silky white thighs to the cum coated yawning cavern her cunt had been turned into by Peter’s cock. A river of slime gurgling out to run down the crack of her ass to the bed linen under her already as Gary bent his head, and stuck his tongue out. He instantly recoiled at the vile taste of his wife’s and Peter’s co-mingled juices, but one look at Stacey’s stern face of disapproval, and he pressed forward back into that disgusting maw of adultery just as Stacey’s legs wrapped around behind his head to keep him there.

He wanted to wretch right then, but got himself under control enough to start licking up their discharge with his tongue. Surprisingly the tart flavor wasn’t all that bad, he thought, even if the smell had been rather fishy, and he began to lap away in real earnest then as Stacey’s face changed to one of pleasure for his efforts.

“Good boy,” Stacey cooed, “for that you’ve earned youself the right to lick me clean after each and everyone of my black lovers fucks me over the weekend. Now make sure you get it all. You wouldn’t want me getting pregnant with a black baby, now would you? And just think, you’re cleaning me up so that Ben will have a nice fresh white pussy to fuck next, and after him Amoud, and who knows who after that, right? Oh yeah, baby, like that! Now I know for sure that you love me, and will still respect me in the morning, no matter how slutty I get for your boss, and his friends.”

“Yeah,” Peter chuckled, “now that he’s a faggot by proxy, and you’re only a Nigger loving whore by comparison, eh.”

Peter’s words cut deeper than Stacey’s had, branding Gary for life as everyone could plainly see that he was sporting yet another hardon kneeling there between his wife’s legs licking up the soupy mess Peter had made of Stacey’s crotch with his naked ass up in the air. Her own smile confirming Peter’s spoken thoughts had him giddy with masochistic enchantment like never before, and Gary wallowed in this new thrill like a hog in a pig stye, just before he was hauled out from between Stacey’s thighs by Ben. He ended up sprawled on the floor with his trousers handcuffing his ankles, his bare crotch crusted with his own spent passions, and looking for all the world like the true cuckold he’d been turned into with his face coated in another man’s sperm, fresh from his wife’s pussy.

Ben didn’t even so much as say hello before he shoved his big black prick in Stacey’s well lubed jackpot to the short hairs. Stacey hardly even grunted as the next stranger slid into her. Her nylon encased arms and legs wrapping up around her second black lover’s back as if she did this sort of thing every day. Stacey’s hips rising and falling to the beat of her new black master’s thrusts in and out of her cunt as she rushed to her next multiple orgasm now actually flaunting her adulterous behavior in front of her wimped out husband. All this Gary saw just before Penelope squated down over his face, and smothered him with her own messy, leaking twat just recently filled with Amoud’s elixir of life.

“Let’s just see how good you are at eating pussy, white boy,” Penelope laughed, and rubbed her soiled honey blond crotch back and forth across his face until Gary had no choice but to either lick her, or smother to death in that canyon of plenty. And then he felt a soft hand carressing his crusty limp prick back to life, and knew it was Penelope jerking him off playfully.

“Here bitch,” he heard Amoud above them, “suck this hard. I’m gonna fuck the princess a brand new asshole when I gets her nex.”

That’s when Penelope smothered him in her wriggling pussy, and Gary at last feinted into the pit of oblivion. His wife’s words the last thing he heard before the dark over whelmed him.

“Damn! I could get use to a steady diet of big black cock if you’re all hung like this.”

Part II:

All alone in Peter’s bedroom, and right on the floor where he’d fainted with Penelope over him, Gary felt like he’d been run over by a fleet of 18 wheelers, some of whom had backed up just to make sure they hadn’t missed him the first time. The morning sun blazing through Peter’s bedroom window had finally woken him, and to the worst hangover in history, if it indeed was a hangover, and not his conscience after what he’d allowed to happen last night as it all came flooding back in a flash. As he remembered it, he’d talked Stacey into parting her legs for his boss Peter, and then things had gotten way out of his control in very short order. Not that it was Stacey’s fault, he readily accepted all the blame, but how quickly she had seen his masochistic nature in all of it, and then pursued it, giving him the utmost voyuristic thrills of his life, was something Gary hadn’t expected from her.

A quick look around after getting up, and stumbling about in his trouser’s manacled ankles showed him that the party had moved elsewhere since last night. Gary moved like an old man finally getting out of his trousers altogether, then headed for the bathroom and a shower to clean up as best he could before going in search of Stacey. The clock next to the huge bed proclaiming it was close to noon by the time he finished, and headed out the door.

Gary was immediately brought up short as he nearly stumbled into Penelope’s sleeping form spooned together with one of the younger black executives, the young man’s black cock still wedged all the way up her white marbled ass. He stepped lightly around them then, and wove his way through the rest of the bodies littering the mansion coupled together in fornication still, or sprawled out together black and white alike where they’d passed out, or simply fallen asleep in total exhuastion.

His search for Stacey took close to an hour to complete before he caught up with her, and when he did he was shocked in totality by what he found, and frozen in place by the absurdity. He’d just about given up finding Stacey anywhere on the estate after checking every room, nook, and cranny of the mansion, and behind every tree, bush, and back car seat of the parking lot as well. Which only left the stables, and kennel area, and Gary knew there was a tack room with an attached bunkhouse for the grooms keepers in there. He found Stacey in the stable alright, and Peter was there too with his cock sawing in and out of Stacey’s ass this time as she was bent over standing up next to his prize thoroughbred stallion, Nightmare. Her expensive black nylons full of runs, and holes as if she’d run through a briar patch, but still dressed as he had last seen her in bed with the company’s president, Ben, last night. What had rooted Gary to the spot though wasn’t her attire, or that Peter was fucking her in the ass. What had him frozen in place, with an instant hardon was seeing Stacey’s gloved hands gliding up and down the full two foot length of Nightmare’s throbbing black horse cock and cooing like a pigeon as she brought the trumpeted head to her lips and kissed it at Peter’s bidding.

“That’s it slut. Kiss it! And don’t stop jerking him off either. I want to see you drink his cum offering. That’ll prove to me you’re sincere about being my married white ho from now on. Call it an initiation of sorts, eh.”

Stacey nodded her head, but there was no doubt that she was doing this of her own free will, and with a horse no less. Gary wanted to run over to them and beat the shit out of Peter for turning his wife, hell his whole marriage into a Farce de affair of perverted lust. Yes, that’s what he should have done, and perhaps a day ago the old Gary would have, but with his dick throbbing in his pants trying to get out into the light, his recent behavior took over his will once again, and before he realized it he had his cock in hand, and was jerking himself off at the pace Stacey was jerking off the black stallion’s prick with Peter still fucking her up the ass at the same time.

“No shit,” Peter said, catching sight of Gary, “look what the cat dumped on our doorstep slut. The wimp found us after all,” then to Gary, “Hey buddy! How’s it feel to see your wife getting it up the shit tube by a big Nigger dick while she sucks off the cock of a horse? Pretty awesome, eh? Just wait until I get her over to the kennel, and you’ll really see what a slut like her can do with some hard throbbing dog cock.”

Gary blew his first wad of the day spraying out into the straw covered dirt floor then, and considering how he’d emptied his balls the night before it was quite a discharge at that. His dick staying hard afterwards he continued to jerk off as he watched his wife in bestial bliss there in Peter’s stable with his boss’s prize thoroughbred. Strangely it was only now that Gary noticed that most of Stacey’s body was covered in dried flaking cum crude, from her head down to her thighs, and speckled through her hair, and what little clothes she did have on. He could also see her gaping pussy evacuating a small stream of milky discharge from her last fuck, or two, or three, or however many men she’d fucked while he was passed out. He also noticed something else. Stacey’s right nipple now had a gold ring the size of a quarter embedded in it with what looked like a diamond, and then he realized it was the engagement ring he’d given her years ago.

“You like?” Peter asked when he saw what Gary was staring at, and flicked at the gold ring with his right index finger. “Amoud did that after he fucked her in the ass last night. You should have been there, she squeeled like a stuffed pig strung out on Xstacy. Yep, there ain’t noth’in lower than a married white ho who takes it in the ass from a Nigger, and Amoud just figured she’d earned a medal for being able to take him all in on the first go round.”

Gary could only nod in responce, but he kept on jerking off just the same. Stacey, for her part, hadn’t even acknowledged his existance yet, or she was just too ashamed to look his way what with getting caught in the act of blowing a horse, and getting it up the ass all at the same time. She rarely if ever consented to having anal sex with Gary, but had already had at least two, if not many more, black dicks fucking her in that tight white ass of hers in less than twenty fours hours. And Gary couldn’t get over the thrills racing through his body at what a wonderfully low life Nigger (Peter’s word) loving slut his wife had turned into since arriving at Peter’s estate last night.

“Too bad you feinted, man,” Peter continued as he sawed his black dick in and out of Stacey’s shitter with slow precision, “after Stacey fucked, and sucked the four of us I brought her back down to the party, and had her fuck and suck every black dick that could put up a grand for the benefit. We made an additional twenty G’s thanks to your wife’s talents.”

Stacey listened as Peter told her husband everything she’d done since he’d feinted under Penelope’s cunt the night before. Far from blushing at being caught with a horse’s cock in her hands with her lips kissing the head, she was actually proud of her achievements since they’d arrived. Never in her life had she been able to let the true whore inside of her out all the way, that is until now, and she had no intention of putting the ho, as Peter called her, back in the closet now. Not now after all the orgasms she’d had since arriving here, and fucking, or sucking all of those black cocks, she wasn’t. She loved Gary, of that she had no doubt, but there wasn’t any reason she shouldn’t chase after her passions now that Gary had shown his true nature, that of a natural born cuckold, and she intended to keep the new status quo at all costs no mater what her black lovers, or more to the point, black masters, would make her do, and if that included bestiality then so be it. After all, Horace had started her thinking of possibilities with a simple lick of her inner thighs in the first place, hadn’t he. Her mind accepting now, what it wouldn’t then, expanded on what could have happened if she hadn’t closed her robe to the dog then, and she swooned into her next orgasm just as the head of Nightmare’s prick erupted spraying horse cum down her throat, filling her mouth to overflowing before she could pull back, and then hosing down her face, neck, chest, and abdomen in thick volumes of equestrian sperm in the process.

Gary had no more cum left in his balls, but he came like a dry dust well just the same as the horse came in, and then all over the front of his wife’s body covering her in a glaze of horse filth that was grossly obscene by anyone’s comparison. Peter too must have been effected by the sight as he pulled back on Stacey’s hips, and jammed every millimeter of black cock he had into her tight white ass giving Gary’s wife a cream soaked enema that was soon leaking out onto the straw covered floor between their legs as well as what was already puddled there from her pussy.

“I guess it’s a good thing you showed up after all, Mr. Vice President,” Peter said, looking at Gary as he pulled out with a sucking noise from Stacey’s ass hole, “your wife needs a real good tongue bath now.”

Gary didn’t even hessitate. He rushed over to where his wife was still bent over, opened his mouth wide, and sucked her ring pierced nipple coated in horse goo right in. His eyes meeting Stacey’s sparkling look as he suckled on her slimey teat from under scum dripping eyelashes caused him to wink at her with reknewed fire before going about the business of licking every drop, and fleck of cum from her flesh with epicurean delight.

“You know I love you,” Stacey panted, and when he nodded, “I hope you’re up to this, because from now on, you are my cuckold, and I’ll expect you to act appropriately,” he nodded again, continuing to lick and suck the scum from her body, “so after you finish licking me clean, I want you to lick my two lovers clean as well,” his startled look said everything, but she persisted, “That will truly show me just how much you really love me, Gary. And I’ll expect even more from you in the future, is that clear?”

With his dick throbbing in his hand as he licked Stacey’s flesh of all the male’s slime deposited in, and on her thus far he was hardly in the position to protest any innocense on his part, or deny her any desire she had either. Gary simply adored Stacey, and now that she had taken up the mantle of dominatress in his life Penelope’s words from the night before tickled his libido.

“That’a girl Stacey,” Penelope had said, just after Ben had pulled his dick out of her mouth, “make the scum bag crawl to you. Train them right from the start who’s the boss, and the bastards will eat your shit after that, if they know what’s good for them.”

Truly a mind numbing suggestion, but one that Gary now hoped Stacey would persue in her new role as the queen of their roost at home. And just as she had instructed him, as soon as she was saliva clean of all sin, Gary turned his head in time to get a mouth full of Peter’s slimey black prick, cleaning it shiny black before crawling over to Nightmare to lick his horse cock clean as well.

“I knew he was a real cocksucker the day I met him,” Peter threw over his shoulder, as arm in arm with Stacey they headed out of the stables towards the kennel,”and when you’re through with sucking off Nightmare, go and pick up Stacey’s mutt, and bring him to the kennel, faggot. I’m sure Stacey can’t wait to get started with training her pet as a sporting dog.”

Gary barely heard them as the horse’s cock began to grow hard in his cocksucking mouth, but it didn’t matter, he would do as he’d been told. Suck off the horse first, then go get the family pet to fuck his wife. And Gary came like a dry well once again, this time with the cock of a horse in his mouth. Only now he didn’t care what they called him as long as they didn’t leave him out of all the action entirely. Nightmare came in his mouth, but thankfully not as much as he’d hosed down Stacey with earlier, and after Gary cleaned up that mess with his tongue he hurried home to go fetch Horace for Stacey to fuck next. He couldn’t wait to see his wife slutting around with a dog, of all things, and made the round trip in record time, managing just barely not to get a speeding ticket in the process while doing it.

Stacey had already been fucked by the black Lab, and a Dalmation, and had a big black Great Dane’s bright red gnarly cock in her pussy, and a brown Great Dane’s skinned meat prick in her mouth by the time she noticed Gary had returned with Horace on a leash panting at his side. Peter had explained on the way from the stable to the kennel that he only raised sporting dogs, and those of pure breeding at that before selling them to his female employees, or other married white sluts that he had on the side.

“A bitch that will fuck a dog can hardly refuse to fuck any of my black executives, and friends,” he’d boasted, “and there ain’t nothing like a good looking woman with a dog on her back to make a man’s cock sit up and beg for some booty either. So it works well both ways.”

Peter never even asked Stacey if she wanted to give dog fucking a try, he just assumed control of her, as it were, and when he said do, she did it now as if she’d always had. Her fantasy come to life dominant black man now had a face, as well as a name, and he was Peter Hayward as far as Stacey was concerned. Having Gary around to watch her wallowing in the filth of each depraved moment as her obediant cuckold was just icing on top of the cake. Seeing Gary suck clean first Peter’s, then the horse’s dicks had had a twisting effect on the once sedate, and reluctant beauty’s thought processes. Her respect for Gary was deminishing by leaps and bounds, while her own obscene depravity was looked upon as a new liberating experiance worthy of a Joan of Arch vision. A new craving was taking over her mind, and it would be paid for by her less than worthless spouce who even now stood off to the side jerking off, and watching her suck one dog’s dick, as another dog fucked her pussy senseless.

Tied with the black Great Dane’s knotted baseball sized cock stretching her pussy as it knocked around in her birth canal, Stacey had all she could do to keep the other dog’s knot from jamming in past her lips as she sucked on over seven inches of cannine cock still dressed as she had been when Peter first fucked her the night before. The smell of dog heady in her nostrils like a gamey musk, and the taste of dog cock beyond words to discribe just how slutty Stacey felt at that moment, but Peter’s ho came pretty damn close, Stacey conceded to herself. As low as you can get, she figured, and that meant she had to put Gary even lower than she’d become.

“Get undressed,” Stacey commanded her husband after taking her mouth off of the tan colored Great Dane’s prick, “You can help train Horace for me, by sucking his dick hard. I want to fuck him next.”

Gary heard Peter snicker after Stacey’s command, but he did as his wife ordered, and was soon down on his knees in the kennel with his head under Horace’s belly, his own cock in hand as he sucked on the family pet’s slowly growing barbed missle. He felt like a complete fool, his face red with shame before his boss as he obeyed his wife’s every command now without reservation. Even the sucking of their own dog’s dick was not too much for Stacey to require of him now. Not after sucking both Peter, and Nightmare clean once already. Then there was a bright flash, and another, and another before Gary realized that Peter was taking pictures of his wife and him with the dogs.

“Just a couple of snap shots for you to take home to remember your fun weekend,” Peter chuckled, and Gary’s eyes actually teared up in humiliation.

“Okay faggot,” Stacey said, her voice harsh under her usual sultry tone, “We don’t want Horace to get confused into thinking that sex is just a blow job away, do we?” And when Gary shook his head in agreement; “Good, I’m glad we agree, just stay down on your hands and knees, and let’s see if he’ll try to mount you now. Then we’ll know if he’s as queer as you are, Gary,” her mouth returning to suck on the tan Great Dane’s prick as if he were of no more importance to her at the moment.

Gary was simply mortified, and tingling all over in masochistic glee at Stacey’s new treatment of him. He was a little surprised though when he suddenly felt Horace’s tongue licking up along the groove of his ass crack, and down around his ball sack. His attention had been on watching Stacey as she serviced the two Great Dane’s simultaniously with her cunt, and her mouth. The dog in her pussy throttling her womb had suddenly slowed down, and there was a stream of liquid dribbling out around their foul connection to puddle there on the cement floor of the kennel between Stacey’s nylon clad knees as that cannine cock filled her fuck hole to over flowing. It was obvious that his wife was cuming with that shooting prick in her pussy as she sucked harder on the dog cock in her mouth, and caused the other dog to unload its balls into her throat, and mouth as well like a well seasoned tag team bitch fucker. Oh yes, there was no doubt now that Stacey was a true bitch in heat, there was only the question of whether Gary could play the same role with their Horace.

Gary felt a paw rest up on his left ass cheek then, and in a flurry of motion Horace was suddenly up on his back spooned with his fur covered body to Gary’s naked flesh, his front paws wrapped around Gary’s waist as his back legs danced between Gary’s knees. Something wet, and pointy poked at the back of Gary’s thighs, and he knew that Horace was trying to find his bitch’s fuck hole. The only problem with that was that Gary didn’t have a fuck hole for Horace to put his cock into back there, there was only Gary’s asshole, and it was still virgin territory. It was only then that Gary tried to buck the animal off of his back, and even wriggled his hips to avoid the dog’s cock penetration as he saw the Great Dane on Stacey’s back pull his massive knoted cock out of her pussy spraying cum in every direction. Leaving her cunt look like an open wound, raw and puffy, spilling out their combined sin to the cement floor under her.

“Poor little doggy,” Peter crooned behind Gary, “here, let me help you,” and suddenly Gary felt the pointy end of Horace’s dog dick poke into his tiny spincter guided by Peter’s hand.

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Gary screamed as dog cock suddenly pried into his asshole in one rushing lunge as Horace pulled back on Gary’s hips, and thrust forward with his hind quarters stretching, and filling Gary’s butt in one second flat. “Ooooooooooooooooooooh, SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!”

The pain of the forced entry had spots dancing before Gary’s eyes, and took his breath away both. In an instant Gary went from being just his wife’s cuckolded husband to the lower life form of a card carrying faggot bitch of the first order as the family pet began to seriously fuck the literal shit out of Gary’s asshole just like the black Great Dane had done to his wife Stacey’s pussy only moments ago. That cannine cock rubbing against his prostate gland at a furious pace had Gary’s prick so hard he thought it had grown to twice its former size just like the cock up his ass was growing to the size of a fist. Gary wasn’t just humiliated beyond reason, he was being fucked, and fucked royally by a dog’s cock. And worse, there was no doubt that he was enjoying his new function in life as the bitch of their Heinz 57 mutt Horace.

“Maybe he’s just bisexual,” Peter said to Stacey as she joined them still dripping with dog scum.

“Hard to say with dogs,” Stacey replied, placing a dog collar with an attached leash around Gary’s neck, further humiliating Gary by turning Peter’s statement of concern to that of their dog’s mental health and not Gary’s. “I’ve seen Horace hump the end of our furniture at home, so he may just be super horney, or not care about the difference between a male bitch, or a female bitch. In any event I’ve chosen him to fuck me in front of your friends now that he’s here.”

Gary’s cock suddenly erupted, and surprisingly it wasn’t a dry well this time as Horace emptied his own doggy balls up through the knotted tube steak in Gary’s ass. He couldn’t believe how incredible it was getting fucked like a bitch this way in front of his whoring wife, and bastardly boss. The more they abused, and humiliated him the more he looked forward to the next kinky idea up their sleeves. And it didn’t take them long to figure out his next degrading act as they brought the black Great Dane over, and had Gary lick, and suck the dog’s cock clean that had just fucked his wife’s pussy to the size of the Grand Canyon. Peter taking several more snap shots of Gary with Horace’s cock up his ass leaking semen with a face full of another dog’s cock.

“I think its ready to join the party now,” Peter suggested, and Gary knew they weren’t talking about Horace now, “of course if you’d rather leave him tied up out here for now, the grounds keeper will attend to him.”

“Hmmmmmmm,” Stacey thought out loud, “I don’t know. I’d hate to leave him out here all alone, he might bite one of the dogs, or even the grounds keeper.”

“Not a problem, really,” Peter replied, “just put him in the pen with the other husbands around the corner.”

“Are they cocksuckers too?”

“Yep, all trained since last night, and all butt rangers now as well,” Peter laughed, and lead the way with Stacey close behind followed by Gary, naked on a leash, head bowed in shame, still down on all fours after Horace popped out of his ass hole, and feeling like just so much extra furniture.

It took all of Gary’s energy to keep up with those delectible, dripping, bouncing buttocks of his wife as she followed Peter around a cement block wall to an open pen where the husbands who had been auctioned off the night before were curled up altogether in the center on top of a large throw rug in a daisy chain linked mouth to cock sucking each other off lazily. Each man’s head between the legs of the next man in the link making a haphazard circle of naked male flesh the way their wives had left them with three of the French Maid server girls from the steno pool looking over them, and in total charge, including the brunnett Gary had eyed up. Gary knew two of the husbands personally, and would never have thought them gay, or even bi minded until now, already considering himself a closet queen as it were.

“Okay dear,” Stacey said, releasing his leash from his new dog collar, “go play nice with the other faggoty husbands while I go entertain Peter’s friends with an exhibition in properly fucking the dog. And you’d better mind the baby sitters.” And she gave his ass a nudge with the toe of her spiked right high heeled shoe for good measure.

“Oh goody, fresh meat,” said the brunnett named Terry, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, then giggled with the tall leggy honey blond with big tits named Sherry, and the redhead built like a brick shithouse full of curves whose name was Cherry. None of them older than 22 at best. “Looks like we got the big he bull stud in our group now girls.”

Gary was mortified as with one last look over his left shoulder he saw Stacey leading Horace back to the mansion with Peter’s black hand firmly cupped to her tight white ass possesively. He couldn’t see the ring pierced in her nipple now, but it too belonged to Peter as did Stacey, and Gary both. He felt a tug on his dog collar then, and turning his head found his face suddenly full of honey blond pussy.

“Lick it slave,” said the sultry voice above him, “lick the cunt that got fucked by over fifty black cocks last night,” and when he followed her instructions, dipping his tongue into those soft velvety folds smelling, and tasting her words truth, “this is your place from now on wimp. To call you a dog would be a step up in the world, understood?” Gary nodded, but continued to eat the blond’s pussy. “Here in the cage you will be properly trained, and/or disiplined as the need requires. Be a good boy, sissy, wimp, and do everything we say, and we’ll give your mistress a good report. Fuck up, and you will live to regret it. Is that understood?”

Gary nodded to each of the instructions, and for his reward he was allowed to eat each of the three girls to an orgasm consecutively in front of the other men. The brunnett climbing on his back after her orgasm, and riding him like a pony as he was lead crawling over to the rug by the redheaded goddess with his nose in the crack of her ass all the way.

“Okay boys,” the sultry voice of the blond tickled the open air, “we’ve got a new stud for you here. So everybody get up on their hands and knees side by side. That’s it, shoulder to shoulder, and ass to ass. The boss is gonna check out your hygien personally with his dip stick, and I don’t want to see anyone flinch this time.”

This time? Gary thought. And suddenly he realized that everytime a husband was brought into the pen they went through this routine. He was expected to stick his dick into each and every one of these men’s ass holes, and if that wasn’t faggot city then he was a died in the wool ten year old virgin. True, he had a hard on after licking the three bimbos twats, but could he maintain it long enough to enter another man anally, and thus not incure the wrath of these three vixens, or later his own wife?

Stacey couldn’t believe how she’d just treated Gary, and the thrill of raunchy pleasure that still coursed through her after dominating the he-man turned wimp her husband had become for her. She felt every bit the bitch goddess her husband adored, as well as the lowest slut on earth after what her own new black master had put her through in the stables, and the kennels, and soon enough in the mansion in front of all of his friends, and Gary’s coworkers with Horace. In fact she’d never felt so perverted in all of her life, nor so enervated, and anxious to degrade herself even more as she was with Peter Hayward. Even as filthy with the dried flecking cum of all the black men who had used her thus far, and dripping dog cum from her sore, and abused pussy Stacey felt freshly renewed walking almost naked next to Peter. Though her pierced nipple was a little tingly, it also felt as erotic as hell with that ring flip flopping on her chest with every step, or sudden change of movement on her part, and she wore it now like a badge of special whoredom proudly on her chest.

“We’ll stop up in my room for a quick shower,” Peter said, taking the servant’s back elevator up from the kitchen.

Stacey followed him, of course, leading Horace on a leash.

“I’ve got a change of clothes I want you to put on after your cleaned up,” Peter instructed, “and you might as well take Horace into the shower with you, and wash him up also. No need to smell up the house, eh.”

It was a polite way of saying she and the dog stunk now after rolling in the filth of both the stables, and the kennel, but she endured the humiliation as she had already, and would in the future, so enamored of her new black master’s prick she had little other choice in the matter now. Horace wasn’t really big on taking baths, but he followed her naked ass right into the shower, and once she closed the door, and turned on the water he too had little choice but to bear indignity as she lathered his fur coat with the same shampoo provided for her own mane of hair by Peter. However Horace did like the added benefit the situation allowed for in that he freely licked up between his mistress’s legs without her pushing him away this time. And Stacey, who came twice on his tongue during their shower together thrilled at their new intimacy like a girl putting out for the very first time. She was just finished drying them both off with a towel wrapped around her head when she returned otherwise naked to Peter’s bedroom.

“We’re all squeaky clean …” she started, halting in mid sentence as she spied the clothes set out on Peter’s bed for her, “Oh my!”

It was almost her complete wedding outfit, that is if you didn’t count the missing gown, or the fact that the panties were nothing but a crotchless thong made mostly of thick silk threads that hid nothing. Spread out on the huge four poster bed and all in matching lilac white was elbow length gloves, a veil, a quarter cup bra, garterbelt, stockings, and high heels along with a note from Peter.

Put these on, they’re from your wedding trouso mostly, as you can see. So they should still fit. Then come down stairs with Horace. I’ll meet you in the foyer for the mock wedding ceremony of you, and your dog. Then the honeymoon begins right afterwards. Your makeup kit is on the dresser.

Peter, your black master.

Stacey’s pierced nipple began to tingle the moment she picked up the note, and it hadn’t stopped tingling, but worse, the tingling was now joined by an itch in her pussy as well once she was dressed, and looking at her reflection in the full length wall mirror behind where Gary had sat and jerked off the night before as she fucked her first of many black men through the night. Without the gown, and its long train all Stacey had to hide behind were her gloves, and a thin sheer veil, and that only obscured her face, and hands. The rest of her outfit was more fitting for a street corner whore, than the young not so blushing bride she’d been that day her and Gary got married. The bra only managing to cup the under, and outsides of her breasts didn’t cover her nipples, exposing the new ring, and the garterbelt, stockings, and crotchless silk thong panty acted more like picture frames to her assets, the high heels giving her a sexy twitch of the hips with every step she took.

“I guess this is what all the latest dog fuckers are wearing at their cannine weddings,” Stacey said to her reflextion. The painted lips behind the veil grinning back at her just before she grabbed Horace’s leash, and headed for the foyer.

Peter was all teeth as he greeted her and Horace, lifting her veil to get a good look, then doing a walk around Stacey as she handed the leash to Penelope who hurried off with Horace leaving them alone.

“The cameras will be rolling the moment we walk through that door,” he pointed to the right at the closed doors of last night’s party room, “Ashante Vegal will perform the ceremony in Swahili, then ask for the vows in English. Oh, and just so you know, this marriage is binding, but only in Africa, so its as real as it gets. You will still be legally married to Gary, but you’ll also legally be married to Horace in Africa. Everybody in the next room knows this, and they can’t wait to witness you, and your new husband seal the vows. By now Gary has been made aware of these nuptuals as well, and is in there standing up as Horace’s best man, though that’s hardly the case,” he chuckled, then said, “once you and Horace are married you will be his legal bitch, though you’ll still be my lowly toy slut. How’s that make you feel Stacey?”

“Deliciously dirty,” she replied evenly, her clit, and pierced nipple both throbbing for attention now.

“Good. I like that kind of attitude in my married white sluts,” and he lowered her veil back in place then held out his right arm bent at the elbow, “shall we go meet your destiny?”

“Yes. Let’s.”

Stacey put her left arm in his then, and he led her to the doors as they slowly opened. The former ball room, where the party had been held was all decorated in flowers, with chairs lined up like pews in a church, and all those who had attended the party turned in their seats as Peter led Stacey in, and down the aisle towards the podim stage. With everyone dressed up again, it truly looked like a wedding was taking place, and she saw the four cameras aimed right at her as the durge, “Here Comes the Bride,” played over the loud speakers in the room. There was Gary, back in his Tux, holding Horace’s leash, and looking rather sheepish after his stay in the kennel with the other husbands. She’d seen him over the monitor in Peter’s bedroom butt fucking several of the men lined up side by side in the kennel before turning the monitor off in disgust to get dressed after her shower. It hardly seemed like the last two hours had passed since she’d left him out there. Horace, for his part had on a large black tuxedo style bow tie clamped to his dog collar, and looked extremely cute, for a short four legged groom of a human bride, that is.

Stacey didn’t miss all the pointing, sighs of appreciation, and snickering her way from those sitting in the seats as she and Peter walked down the aisle either. After all, she was about to marry a dog, and become his human bitch for real. Only a low life piece of white trash would even consider consenting to such an inhuman outrage, and here she was anxious to get it done just to please her black master. And even more so to consumating her vows in front of all these people with Gary looking on carrying the burden of guilt for her actions. Oh yes, and just wait until she got Gary home, and under her heels. That cocksucker would know what it felt like getting fucked in the ass by the time Horace was finished with him. She smiled over that wicked thought, and gave Gary a sneer of contempt before taking Horace’s leash from him, and turned to the elderly African clergyman.

“Dearly beloved …”

The first known, and documented interspieces wedding vows took less time to go through than waiting for a big mac at the carryout window, and before Stacey knew it she’d said, “I do,” to taking a dog on as her legally married husband. Binding only in Africa, and here in Peter’s mansion, of course, but that didn’t make it any less degrading for both Stacey, and Gary. But strangely, each of them, in their own way, were thrilled by the fact that the dog had more power over Stacey now than Gary ever had the whole time they’d been together.

“… I now pronounce you, husband, and wife, or if you will, stud, and bitch. You may rut with your bride Horace.”

That was Stacey’s cue to go down on her hands, and knees, and for Gary to release Horace from his leash. With the room crowded with onlookers holding their breath, Horace moved right in behind Stacey, and gave a tentative lick at her behind. A groan came out from the crowd seeing that. When she wagged her ass back at the dog, he must have taken it as a sign that his bitch was ready to rut, and he hopped up on her back wrapping his front paws around her slender waist, his muzzle in her left shoulder panting in her ear. Then Horace adjusted his hind legs a tad, and as he hauled back on Stacey’s hips he thrust his own hind end forward tail up as if about to shit making an appropriat question mark in the air behind them.

Gary watched in horror, and total facination as Stacey reached under between her thighs to guide the dog’s prick right into her pussy as Horace rammed his dick forward with all the thrust his cannine body had at its command. In an instant that putrid looking knoted hunk of skinned cannine meat slid perfectly in between not only the silk strands of Stacey’s crotchless thong, but right up into her human pussy with one lunge all the way to the dog’s balls slapping up against her clit. With a room full of witnesses, there was no way Gary would ever be able to say that Horace and Stacey hadn’t consumated their perverted marriage even if he had thought to do so. With his beautiful slut wife down on all fours with a pussy full of dog dick, that she was also now married to, Stacey came as only a low life bitch of humanity she, with Gary’s permishion, had turned herself into over night.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!”

A quick look out into the crowded room told a tale of debauchery that made Caligula’s orgies look tame by comparison. There were women sucking black cock, or eating pussy, or getting fucked in the cunt or ass by another black dick. The husbands, back from the kennel, were in the thick of it as well, mostly on their knees licking their wife’s ass, or getting shanked by her strapon dildo as they sucked on the closest black cock near them, or ate some pussy, or whatever they were directed to do that was as humiliating, or degrading to them as possible by their loving spouces, and those other regally superior women nearest them. Gary’s own cock hard once again, even after all the fucking earlier, tented his trousers, but as best man, and still the other husband to the bride, the only thing he had to take care of his lust was his own two hands, or Stacey’s mouth. And after fucking all those husbands in the ass, he didn’t think she’d care to suck on his shitty dick under the present circumstances. At least not with her new husband attached to her hind end now, and fucking the hairy shit out of her.

Stacey was once again broiled in her own uncontrolably perverted lust as the knot of her pet, now her husband, stretched out the walls of her cunt while at the same time tuging, and pushing her ass back and forth in a constant rocking motion that had her firm tits gently swaying like udders on her chest the way the dog’s cock was tied in her pussy. His blinding speed cut in half once the knot developed to the size of a baseball, and that steady thwack, thwack, thwack of his fur covered balls hitting her erect naked clit on every stroke had her climbing the walls in delerium. She was cuming over and over almost on every fourth stroke of that pistoning in, and out doggy dick. Had she known Horace was capable of giving her such pleasure she’d never have pushed him away when he licked at her before, but she sure wouldn’t in the future. A quick glance through glazed eyes in Gary’s direction showed her how Gary felt about her new Groom, and co-husband as she saw him jerking himself off yet again at her expense. But she’d make the dirty cocksucker pay for his indulgence after today, and she was looking forward to that as well.

A large black cock suddenly came into focus just a few inches from Stacey’s face, and when she looked up found that it was attached to the very man who had just performed her scandleous wedding ceremony to a dog.

“Go ahead mutt bait, suck it bitch!” Ordered the black clergyman with distain. “Just call it payment for services rendered, and we’ll be even.”

Without hessitation Stacey popped the huge taste treat into her mouth as ordered with Horace still on her back fucking her pussy. In seconds the black man had a hold of her mane of strawberry blond locks in his right hand as he fucked her mouth and throat with long choking strokes of his big black cock. Again she started cuming, and her cunt milked Horace’s prick causing him to “Yipe” once as his cannine cock unloaded its vile reservoir from his ball sack into her already overburdened human cunt.

“Yeah, that’s it Horace,” said the black man fucking her face, “give it to your bitch! It’s just what a low life, worthless, piece of white trash, whore like her is begging for, boy. Oh yeah! Hose the cunt down! Give it to the bitch good! Knock her up with some puppies!”

Stacey didn’t think that last comment was possible between two different species, but just the thought it implanted in her sex crazed mind lit a candle under her clit that had her body undulating like a constant wave in heavy seas. Of course it was very possible that she was already pregnant from one of the many black males in this very room who had used her as a cum dump most of last night after Peter finished fucking her, and passed her around this same room for mere pennies a pop. Nobody knew that she’d behaved like a whore the last 24 hours more than Stacey did, but then she didn’t really care anymore what other people thought of her actions since arriving here, and being literally auctioned off to the highest bidders. All she knew was that Peter wanted her to be this way, and she would have sliced her own wrists now just to keep his big black cock’s attention glued on her.

She came hard all through the dog’s discharge into her pussy, then again while he was trying to pull out of her, ending up ass over tea kettle when he dismounted so that they ended up butt, to butt, but still tied dog cock to human cunt. That was when Peter came over and joined in, slipping his black cock up her marbled white ass pony fashion while Horace’s cock was still lodged in Stacey’s snatch ass backwards, and the black clergyman’s prick was sawing in and out between her painted lips, and half way down her throat on every stroke. Peter reached around, and fondled Stacey’s heaving breasts then, paying special attention to the nipple pierced with Gary’s engagement ring now as he flipped, or tugged on it playfully. And that’s when the black cock in her mouth started to spit down her throat, and her body short circuited. A fog bank suddenly enshrouding Stacey as she slipped into the black void of oblivious bliss. The last thing she heard before blacking out was Peter’s, and the clergyman’s laughing voices.

“I think she’ll make a great Tribal chief’s plaything, don’t you father.”

“I do indeed, son. And I can’t wait to see her fuck, and suck the Zebra.”

Part III:

The scent of fragrant exotic flowers coaxed Stacey back to reality, and she found herself once again in Peter’s huge four poster bed surrounded by African Violets with American beauty rose petals littering her bed sheets. She wasn’t alone either. In bed next to her lay her new husband Horace looking at, and down deep into her soul as he panted watching over her. Gary was there also, completely naked, but he was blindfolded, tied to a straight back chair, with a ball gag in his mouth, and legs spread wide to show that he had a butt plug up his ass. Gary’s cock locked in a harness that would now keep him from coming, as well as force his dick to stay hard while it was in there. A look behind him at the mirrored wall showed Stacey that somebody had changed her clothes, and she was now wearing a short, sheer gossemer white Teddy, and nothing else, unless she included the ring on her left finger, and the one in her nipple. Her hair no longer in a braid had been combed out as well, and she had to admit, she deffinately looked like eating pussy, as Peter had called her several times in the last 24, or maybe more hours since she’d arrived here since she could plainly see that it was dark once again outside. There was a note written in her red lipstick on the mirror as well.

Happy Honeymoon Bride & Grooms

Peter

“Mmmmmmmmhmmmmmmm,” Stacey moaned, stretching like a tigress.

“Mumph pumph uh phmph,” Gary instantly tried to talk around the ball gag when her heard her stirring. Then getting no responce he continued his muffled tyraid, until Stacey at last pulled the gag out far enough to hear what he was so excited about, “Stacey? Stacey is that you, baby?”

“Don’t call me baby,” she retorted, “you lost that right when you let Peter buy me at the auction.”

“Okay! Okay! But you’ve gotta listen to me! I over heard something Peter said to his father about you!”

That got Stacey’s instant attention, so she let Gary continue, “Go ahead faggot. I’m listening!”

“Okay, I know I deserve that, honey, but you’ve got to untie me! We have to escape! If we don’t, they’re going to make you one of their white slaves, and send us both to Africa!”

“Oh that,” Stacey replied, “Peter has already gratiously consented to taking us on as his married white slaves, and only after an hour of begging on my part, I might add. What did you think that wedding to Horace was all about? It was my fielty ceremony to show Peter that I was serious about him taking you and I on as his new white sex slaves. I just figured since you were so willing to sell me for a mere promotion, why not sell both of our souls to the superior black race to secure our future, right? And don’t try to tell me that it doesn’t turn you on seeing me fucked in every hole I own by black men, and beasts alike, because I know better now, don’t I?” And just for good measure she reached over and gave Gary’s erection a couple of jerks. “See what I mean?”

If Gary had anything else to say Stacey didn’t want to hear it, and she placed the ball gag back into his mouth before taking off the blindfold. Gary’s eyes went wide then as he openly stared at his wife’s chest through her see thru Teddy.

“Yes, they did leave quite a few sucker bites on my breasts, didn’t they?” Stacey said reading his mind, but unconcerned about the matter entirely as they were only placed where her bikini wouldn’t allow the sun to tan her flesh. And just to tease him unmercifully, she began to let her hands roam over her body, playing with herself, “But as for you … I told you not to have any sex while we were here, other than with your own hands, and that I was strictly doing Peter for your carreer. No, don’t try to deny it. I saw you on the camera fucking those other women’s husbands in the ass in the kennel, you cheating faggot bastard! And for that you’ll pay dearly … I guarantee it. You can forget about ever sticking you little wienner in this pussy again. It’s reserved for our black masters, and what ever they want to put in it. Is that clear dip shit?”

Gary nodded, mortified beyond his own comprehension now. His eyes never leaving her. He knew he couldn’t stand to loose Stacey, but after what he’d made her do to further his carreer up the corporate ladder he also knew he had little choice but to become her permanent bidet, if that’s what she had in store for him. Penelope had been right, he would eat Stacey’s shit now, all she had to do was ask, or just squat down over his face for that matter.

“I hope you like a steady diet of dick juice,” Stacey snickered sinisterly, dipping her right index finger into her pussy, and then licking it clean, interrupting Gary’s thoughts, “especially right from the fountain. Because your gonna be sucking a lot of black cock from now on, besides cleaning up the mess they make in my pussy, and assholes. And while I’m on the subject of assholes, yours is going to get a lot of use from Horace because from now on he’s the top dog in this family, not you.”

Stacey had been moving towards the middle of the huge bed as she talked, and played with herself in front of Gary like a stripper after she’s naked, and now that she was next to Horace she gave Gary an evil wink, then bent over, and sucked in the very tip of the dog’s cock that was just poking out of his sheath. Her eyes never leaving Gary’s. A vile and disgusting display made even more vulgar to Gary’s way of thinking because it was his sweet Stacey who did it. The very person who use to make him shower squeaky clean everytime before consenting to have sex, and that was especially true for any oral combination. And here she was sucking on the growing cock of her filthy mutt as if it were a candy cane fresh out of the steril wrapper. Forget that she had personally cleaned Horace herself. That mutt was nothing but an animal, and no matter where she kissed it, the dog would never magically turn into a human being.

“You like watching me, fucking, and sucking other cocks, don’t you?” Stacey inquired taking her mouth from the dog’s still growing dick for a moment, and when Gary nodded, “you see, it is better this way. You get to watch me whoring around, acting like a bitch, and I get to humiliate, and mentally abuse you in return. I mean it’s not like you didn’t enjoy sucking those black men’s cocks, or fucking the other husbands in the ass, right,” and she popped the dog’s dick back into her mouth again, her smile like that of a Cheshire cat with that devilish twinkle in her eyes as she stared right back at Gary as he nodded in shame, performing just for him this time.

Laying on her side with Horace’s doggy dick sliding in and out between her painted lips as she held him steady in her left hand, Stacey lifted her right leg up, and slid three fingers of her right hand down into her dripping wet pussy, and began to finger fuck herself, teasing Gary mercilessly with her raunchy display. Gary’s cock had been hard for hours, and had stayed hard ever since Penelope placed the damned cock and ball harness on his genitals shortly after he came all over his wife’s ass after Stacey passed out.

Still, he was relieved, if only slightly, after Stacey’s assurances, that she knew what was happening to them through her intimacy with his boss Peter Hayward. For himself, it didn’t matter what they did to him, but he adored Stacey, and hated to think that he had sold her outright to real white slavers. Logically, of course, he knew that they needed him more than he needed them, but Stacey was another matter, and at the moment it looked like they already had her in their hip pocket, with him sewn up thanks to her new hunger for black dick. Yes, he’d gotten his promotion, thanks to Stacey, but the price had been his dignity, and her body, mind, and soul.

“What do you think?” Stacey asked, once again taking her mouth off of the dog’s cock, now grown to around nine thick inches in length, with that horrible knot at the back, looking like a hand made sawed off shotgun dripping precum already. “Should I suck him off, and drink his cum, or let him fuck me on my hands and knees? I am his bitch now after all, but I’ll let you decide. Which would you like to see him do to me the most this time?”

Gary only blinked in responce, as there was no real way for him to communicate with her with the ball gag in his mouth, and he didn’t think it would matter what his oppinion was as she would do as she wished now anyway.

“I think you’re right,” she continued, not really hearing any answer from him, “sucking him to completion probably is much nastier than just letting him fuck the living shit out of me,” and she returned to bobbing her head up and down, and in short order Horace gave a “Yipe,” and hopped up on her shoulders from a laying position successfully mounting Stacey’s head, and shoulders. In one quick vulgar move the dog was rutting with her face, and Stacey had all she could do to keep him from shoving that knot of his past her clenched lips as he fucked her mouth furiously with blinding precision. And all the while her eyes never left Gary’s. Taunting him with her piggish exhibition as she gave a dog the blow job that she use to give to Gary.

In less than a minute the dog cock in her face erupted, and Gary could see her throat working hard to swallow the cannine’s impossible load of sickly slime as Horace pissed his load of puppy making sperm in her mouth, and down her cocksucking throat. It was a ghastly display of feminine debauchery, perverse, and as morally obscene as anything he’d participated in since they’d arrived here, but since it was Stacey, to Gary, this kind of filth was fucking living artwork.

“Ah yes,” Peter said coming into his bedroom then, “I’m glad to see that you’re all rested up, and enjoying your honeymoon Horace. I see your breaking in the bitch right, too. I’m so glad. What’s that? Oh, you can’t get to your other bitch the way its tied up, eh. No problem, I’ll fix that for you right now.”

It didn’t take Peter long, and in under five minutes he had Gary hog tied to a low stool on his hands and knees facing the mirrored wall, and away from the huge four poster bed. Gary still had a great view of Stacey, and Horace, but it was their reflexion now, and he was forced now to see himself in the mirror as well.

“There you go Horace,” Peter chuckled, and pulled the butt plug out of Gary’s rump, “the bitch is already panting, and waiting for your every desire now. I hope you don’t mind, but I need to borrow your wife for a few hours. Is that okay? Good, you are such a prince. Thanks pal,” and as Gary watched Peter led Stacey out of the room by the hand leaving him alone with the family pet. The same family pet who had fucked him in the ass once already today out by the kennel.

Thankfully, since Stacey had just given Horace a first class blow job, the dog wasn’t all that horny at the moment. But time was on the dog’s side, not Gary’s, and there was no way he could struggle out of his bindings as he quickly found out. All he could do was wait anxiously, and so he did.

“I’ve got something I want you to try out,” Peter said once he had Stacey out of the bedroom.

“The Zebra?” Stacey inquired, her voice trembling.

“Ah, so you did hear, good. So? Do you think you’d like to give it a try?”

“I don’t know,” Stacey hedged, “a Zebra is a wild animal …”

“This one’s been in the family for years,” Peter explained, “and he’s as docil as a donkey. Even eats oats out of our hands …”

“And they’re so big, too. I mean, won’t he rip me in two?”

“Well, he is kinda big in the dick department, but a pussy will stretch out to give birth to a baby, and a baby is a hell of a lot bigger than his old black cock.”

“If that’s what you want me to do, Master,” Stacey replied as she’d been taught, seeing no way out of this next outrage on her human flesh, “then I will do it gladly for you.”

“Excellent! You make me proud that I accepted you as my personal married white slut, my dear,” and he led the way back out to the stable area.

They walked to the very end of the stable past all the other stalls stopping finally in front of the last one on the left, and sure enough Stacey could see that there was a real Zebra standing there inside of the stall munching on some hay. The name over the stall said, “Umbutu.” Peter never hessitated, just slid the latch aside, and walked right in, and began to pet and fawn over the black and white striped almost horse from the African continent.

“Hey buddy! How ya doing?” And when the animal responded by nuzzling up to Peter; “Yeah, I know, gets lonely in here without some company, and room to run around in, doesn’t it. Uh, huh. I thought so. Well I’ve brought somebody to help make your stay a little more comfortable, at least for tonight.” Then looking towards Stacey. “Come on in. He won’t bite, or kick ya.”

Stacey decided right off to approach the huge docil like creature the same way Peter had, and slowly moved into the stall the same as Peter had until she was standing next to them both.

“See,” Peter cooed, “what’d I tell ya, safe as your mother’s back yard.”

“He seems friendly enough,” Stacey conceded.

“Check out his equipment,” Peter instructed.

Continuing to pet the left side of the semi-equestrian, Stacey slowly bent over until she was staring up under the Zebra’z belly, and hind legs.

“See, he can alread smell you hot pussy.”

Indeed, the Zebra’s cock was already extending in front of his huge softball sized testicals, and nearly half way to the floor now it measure close to two feet in length, and was as thick as Stacey’s left wrist.

“Go ahead. Reach out, and take hold of it. You know you want to.” Peter encouraged her. And when her hand took hold of the beast. “Okay now, just stroke it gently, just like you would my dick. Yeah, that’s it, like that.”

Stacey was trembling the moment she touched that wild animal’s cock. An electric current running through her at the sheer obsurdity of what she was doing now, and what Peter further intended for her to do with the Zebra. In only 24 hours she’d went from being a loving nurturing housewife/former model to having adulterous sex with Niggers, dogs, horses, and now even a Zebra. And she could only shiver in revulsion, and excitement at having turned herself into Peter’s total married white sex slave as it were.

“Now kiss the head of his dick, slave,” Peter once again putting Stacey into the catagory of a thing to be used instead of a real thinking, feeling person by calling her a slave. “Yes, that’s good. Now take him in your mouth and suck him until he gets real hard, slut.”

Stacey parted her lips, and opened her mouth as wide as she could around that trumpet like head then eased it into her mouth. The taste not unlike that of Nightmare, but slightly different, like wild hickory nuts are different from walnuts. Finding the taste to her liking, and with Umbutu held perfectly still by Peter, Stacey began to actually blow the Zebra as she’d been instructed to by her black master, and what didn’t go into her face she stroked with both of her hands. At first it was like sucking on a wriggling black snake, but as she continued that prick stiffened up into a rope of steel hardness over two and a half feet long.

“I think he’s hard enough now,” Peter said, “now just turn around, and back up onto it with your pussy. No, you’ll have to hold onto it with your hands, and guide it in. Yeah, like that. Good girl.”

As it turned out Stacey ended up down on her hands and knees. Now under the belly of the beast with her feet back inbetween Umbutu’s hind hooves, but she’d manage to get the first 6″ of the animal’s huge black cock stuffed into her, stretching out her pussy slot like never before, and this animal wasn’t even as thick as Nightmare.

“Start rocking back and forth now,” Peter ordered her, “I’ll hold him still while you fuck yourself on his cock.”

Stacey blushed in total shame at Peter’s instructions. She wasn’t even going to be allowed the illusion that she was being forced into doing such a horrible thing. Her masochistic nature thrilled at her being told to go fuck herself on the end of a Zebra’s prick, and her first of many orgasms with the Zebra began right then.

“That’s it slut! Use that Zebra’s wild ass prick to fuck yourself with! Hard to believe somebody like you has to stupe so fucking low as to jack off using an animal’s prick, isn’t it? But you know what they say white bread, the bigger they are, the lower they go!” And Peter laughed at his own sick joke further humiliating Stacey. Something Peter had come to enjoy doing.

“How’s that pussy, Umbutu? Nice and tight? Yeah, I know, but we had to loosen her up enough for you first, didn’t we. What’s that? You want to try her ass? Well sure buddy, I’m sure she’d be happy to oblige. Wouldn’t you slut?”

Stacey was half way into her third climax when Peter’s words filtered through her fog drenched brain, and like an automaton she pulled off of that huge Zebra dick, then guided it to her puckered anal opening, and pushed back until the Zebra’s cock penetrated her spincter ring. She gasped at the sudden pain of entry, but held still long enough to get accustomed to the girth, then pushed back to take close to a foot of that hard black prick up her ass chute before sliding half back off of it.

“Oh, uhn, so fuck … ing big!” Stacey groaned.

“Yeah,” Peter laughed, “I knew you’d love it. Now diddle your cunt, and rock back and forth. Umbutu wants to cum up your nasty tight ass, HO!”

Stacey did as she was instructed, her firm titties bobbling on her heaving chest as she rocked back and forth in uncontrolable animalistic lust. In effect, masterbating her ass with that huge living Zebra dildo flesh throbbing up her butt as she finger fucked her own pussy at the same time. Could you have asked her what was going on in her mind at that moment all you would have gotten for an answer was incomprehensible gibberish. Stacey was just to far along, locked into her perverse inner whore to really give a shit what anyone, or any thing thought of her at that moment. She only knew the inner peace, and contentment of being a total cunt, a cunt who at that very moment was cuming, and cuming, and cuming just the way nature intended it should, irreguardless of the means to its satisfaction.

“What a fucking pig, eh boy,” Peter crooned in the Zebra’s left ear, “but don’t worry, I’ll have the slut lick your dick clean when she’s finished, and give you a nice juicey apple to wash the taste of her out of your mouth. Yeah, I know you didn’t eat her, but you can have the apple just the same. You’ve more than earned it fucking that filthy whore.”

“OH SHIT! HE’S … CUM … ING! HE’S CUMING UP MY ASS, PETER!”

“Good boy! Hose that dirty bitch down good! Fill her ass, boy!”

Stacey first felt the liquid fire splash against her raw anal linning, then as more, and more sprayed into her intestines a pressure built up causing her stomach to cramp as if she had been given the worlds largest enema. The force was such that she farted liquid out around their foul connection. And then suddenly the animal’s cock began to wilt, slipping slowly from her ass hole, and it did pop out there was a long phrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaatttttttttt sounding cum splattering fart as Zebra scum rushed out of Stacey’s ass in every direction at once. Stacey suddenly just colapsed in a heap like dirty used clothes in a laundry room completely exhuasted, with Zebra cum dribbling out of her rear down onto the straw cover flooring under her.

“Whew!” Peter laughed. “And where’s your husband now that you need his mouth the most?”

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

Gary was soaked in sweat, and covered in fur as Horace’s knoted cock rammed in and out of his ass at a blinding speed. It was the third time Horace, the family’s pet mutt, had fucked him in the last 24 or so hours since arriving at Peter’s mansion, and the second time in the last hour since Peter, and Stacey had left him trussed up here in Peter’s bedroom. Maybe Horace really was bisexual, Gary thought, now on the verge of cuming himself without his dick even being touched, but just from the dog’s knoted cock fucking up his asshole rubbing his prostate gland. And that’s when a part of the mirror in front of him slid aside to reveal a television set, and on the TV was his wife Stacey down on her knees on a straw covered stable floor under what looked like a live Zebra getting her ass royaly stuffed with Zebra dick. And there was Peter hanging onto the Zebra’s halter keeping the wild beast still some how. He could see that Stacey was diddling her own snatch, and rocking back and forth along the length of that huge animal’s cock like a goddess come down to earth wallowing in her unearthly demented pleasures.

Gary’s prick instantly began to spray out his scum like a coke bottle shaken at the sight for which he alone could take responcibility for. It had never occured to him in his whole carreer that to climb up the company ladder he would have to crawl to such depths of perversity, and in the process bring his beloved wife with him along the way.

Horace continued to fuck Gary, even after the TV disappeared, and the mirror moved back into place in front of him. Strangely enough, having a cock, even the dog’s cock in his ass, no longer bothered the once proud company executive, now VP in charge of something just as supercilious. He’d learned he was fucked no matter what happened to him from now on.

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2 Comments to “Dog Pound Hooker”

1. espana — April 16, 2009 @ 7:38 am
   

   far to long

2. idele_pierce — June 26, 2009 @ 9:30 pm
   

   That is A very good story. I love it.

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