I kept Caroline over for an hour the following evening, and we finished up the last of the paper work just before she went home at six. That gave me a couple of hours to get ready to meet Henry over at Joey’s Dinner, and I made good use of that time by taking a bubble bath, and preparing myself with the things John had packed in my gym bag. Freshly shaved, bathed, and powdered, I put my makeup on extra thick, then pulled out the first item of clothing. It was a red satin quarter cup bra, that gave me plenty of cleavage, but only covered the lower quadrant of each breast leaving them mostly exposed, and the matching red satin garterbelt that came out next hung on my flaring hips like four inverted triangles looking extremely sluttish when the straps were connected to the sheer black Christian Dior nylons that only came up to just below mid thigh on my legs. The sheer white nylon thong seemed like an after thought, but when I put it on I realized immediately how whorish it made me look now as it didn’t match in color with anything else I had on. The lime green ankle strapped patten leather platform high heels did match the mini skirt, but the beige fish net T-shirt I put on under the patch work quilt like vest made my pussy itch with intolerable wanton lust as my bare nipples poked erect through the netting from the moment I put it on.

“Wow! What a fucking whore!” I said to my mirror image as I primped before gathering everything up, and after putting my work clothes in the gym bag, headed for Joey’s dinner.

The smell of harsh tobacco, stale beer, and deep fried grease assailed my senses once I did step inside of Joey’s after walking past it several times in indecision. The rumors of how dark it was in there didn’t even come close to the reality of the place at night as I bumped into every table and chair between the door, and the bar like a hooker tanked up on heroin after entering the place. The few grunts, and giggles at my klutzy behavior told me that the place was mostly empty of women, and only half occupied by male customers, and all of them black as that shadowy bar, and grill. I had to of been the only white person in there, and my knees were shaking by the time I reached the stool in front of the bartender. I told him I was waiting for Henry, and his face lit up like the opening night for a new movie. Then he ushered me over to a booth, that looked as if it hadn’t seen the light of day since it was put there, and took my drink order.

“Scotch on the rocks,” I said.

“I’ll get it right away, Ms, and by the way, the name is Jake.”

“Thanks Jake, and make it a double, it’s been a long day.”

More than being a long day, I was in a strange environment, amongst strangers, and black strangers at that. My southern baptist daddy would have popped a blood vessel if he could have seen me now, and to say that I was uncomfortable, and terrifyingly excited both would have been an understatement of the millenium. I was trembling from earlobs to painted toenails sitting there in the dark with every black man in the place starring at my little cubby hole of the world probably wondering which of their number was going to drill the black snake in my hide and nail my panties over the bar tonight. If a mouse had farted, I would have had to have been peeled off the ceiling I was so nervous.

By the time my third double scotch on the rocks was gone it was nine o’clock, and still no Henry, so I ordered another one. Taking notice that at last my left eye had stopped twitching, and my knees had finished bouncing up and down making my high heels tap out an SOS. Nothing had happened to me so far, and as fortold, the clientele in there left me alone to stew in my own juices. By then my eyes had pretty much adapted to the scarcity of light in Joey’s, and I could make out that there were ten men, including Jake, and one woman in there besides myself, mostly drinking, but a few eating their supper. All of them were African-American, so I was indeed the only caucasian in the joint.

The thing is, when I started to see, really see what the place looked like, and who its occupants were, I could also see that the black woman was sitting at the third table over with a large bald black man, and he had his right arm half way up her short dress finger fucking her right there in public. The shocking thing was that she wasn’t really paying him much more attention than she would have shooing away flies as her eyes were locked on me sitting in my booth, with this funny look on her face, as if she knew something that I didn’t know. I very nearly got up to leave right then, when the door opened and in strolled Henry as if he owned the place.

Of course he had to stop at every table and greet each person there before he got to the bar, ordered a beer, then ambled over to where I sat looking like a gold fish in a pond of hungry sharks. I should have been fuming, or at the very least pissed off, but I actually sighed in contentment as Henry finally sat down next to me in that dark booth, and layed a kiss on me that took my breath away instantly.

“Sorry I’m late, but I had to help my dad at work. George called in sick, and I need the extra money for college. Hope you weren’t too uncomfortable waiting for me sugar britches. I’ve been in an all white bar, and know the feeling of standing out, and you sure as hell do stand out in any crowd,” his left hand snuck down to slide under my short skirt then, and I was his to do with as he pleased once again.

“You should have called up to the office,” I cooed, “we could have made it up there, and saved some time.”

“I didn’t want your husband peeking over my shoulder tonight,” Henry replied, confirming what John had thought already, “besides, I wanted you to meet some of my friends.”

The way he intoned meet, sounded more like meat to me in my state of arousal just then, and I opened my legs to give Henry better access to his obvious goal, and looked back at the black girl with my own knowing grin.

“I gather Jake has been taking good care of you,” he said as Jake came over and placed my fourth, or was it my fifth scotch on the rocks in front of me.

“Oh yes, he’s been the perfect bartender,” I agreed.

“In that case you should pay him, maybe even give him a good tip, don’t you think?”

I hadn’t realized until that very moment that Jake hadn’t asked me even once to pay for any of my drinks. And like a boob I’d just figured he was keeping a tab for me.

“Oh my,” and I reached into my gym bag for my wallet to pay him right away.

“Now let’s not insult our host with an offering of mere monitary pittance, Jill,” Henry said, and I suddenly knew what was behind that grin of the starring black woman three tables over, “you said yourself that he’s been the perfect host. Why not show him just how much you really appreciate his service?”

The key word here being service, and the underlying tone of Henry’s voice plainly meant that I was the one to perform a reciprical service for Jake as payment, and tip for my drinks. I couldn’t believe that Henry was actually asking me to put out for his friend, or was that friends since he knew everyone in the place. But then his index finger insinuated itself deep into my lower folds, while his other hand cupped my right breast through the open vest I was wearing, and I knew I was Nigger bait from that moment on as I was certain that every eyeball in the place was locked on our booth, and waiting for my reply.

I picked up my drink, gulped it down in one swallow, and as I put it back down on the table I said, “if that’s what you want, Henry, then by all means, let us tip the bartender for his services.”

Jake grinned like a man who had just won the numbers, and Henry helped me out of the booth to follow Jake together through a long dark hallway that led to a very small back room where they stored the cases, and kegs of beer. There, on top of a stack of beer cases was a plain musty old bed mattress that had seen better days over a squeeky set of springs in some sleazy no tell hotel.

“You sure this is what you want?” I asked Henry turning to him then.

“You know you want this you white bitch,” he retorted, “you’ve been begging for it all of your pampered life. What the hell, even your husband knows your out whoring around tonight, so you might as well enjoy yourself, and do it up right. And don’t worry about if I’ll respect you in the morning, hell I didn’t respect you last night. You’re just another piece of white fluff looking for a big Nigger tickle. You’re a whore now. So just do what comes naturally, and you’ll be my whore from now on. And you can start by sucking Jake’s big black prick. I’ll send the others in one or two at a time to keep you busy enough for a while,” and with that said, he turned and left leaving me humiliated, and blushing in shame near to tears.

“You heard your master, bitch!” All civility evaporating from Jake’s voice in an instant. “Get down on your knees, and suck my big black cock, slut!”

Like an automaton set on auto pilot, I climbed on to the makeshift bedding, where Jake, all 250 plus pounds of budda like black sperm whale waited anxiously for my oral servitude, my mind racing of its own volition, my ass hanging out in the breeze as my short skirt hiked up. On the one hand, I was shamefully humiliated by their treatment of me, but the degradation was also a huge turn on for me at the same time. This was my fantasy come to life, after all, and for the moment, I could only hope that I didn’t vomit, or chicken out. Thankfully, Jake was into hygenics, and the scent of his cologne was as strange as the shape of his uncircumsized ebony penis with its huge head, and long slim shaft. As it was, I could barely get all of the damn head into my mouth it was so massive, so I mostly just licked at it while stroking it with my hands gettin him hard.

I felt hands reach up my skirt and pull my panties down, and off, but with Jake’s hands now holding on firmly to my head, I had no idea who was lining up their fat black cock with my smoking wet slit. A mere moment later, and my eyes bugged out as some Nigger’s horse cock was shoved brutally to the hilt in my tight little fuck slot.

“Man this bitch is hot!” Said a gruff male voice behind me. “She’s already cuming, and I just stuck the damn thing in her cunt!”

“Natural born ‘ho’ if you ask me,” Jake put in his two bits worth, making me feel lower than a black snake’s belly, and giving me a vicarious thrill like a charged bolt of lightening perversely running through my masochistic flesh as an open hand slapped the right side of my buttocks, the sound ringing like a thunder clap in that small back storeroom.

“Get your ass moving whore!” Commanded that male voice behind me, and I began to rock back and forth between those two black cocks.

My pitiful groan after the fact sounding feeble at best as the two men worked in unison, like a well oiled machine, fucking me at both ends. For the first time in my life I knew what it meant to be considered cheap, and sleazy. The reality of my surroundings, the men using me for their own pleasure irriguardless of my needs made it pretty clear to my numbed brain that I was worth all of about two bits to these people, if even that much. I know there were tears constantly running down my face the whole time I was in there, and long after both of these men had used me for a cum dump, pumping both ends full of their noxious black seed, but whether those were tears of grief, or passion I have no real way of knowing, as I was either cuming, or on the verge of my next climax every moment I was in that room getting every hole I owned dicked, double dicked, and sometimes taking on three cocks at the same time in there for hour after hour.

I have no way of knowing how many men fucked me that night, but I am sure that they all were black, and I was grateful that I was on birth control pills at that. For surely I’d have been knocked up with a Nigger baby, and would never have known who the daddy of it was as I kept passing out, and fading back in the whole night long wallowing in a growing pool of male scum. I don’t even know how I ended up sitting in my car at home in our driveway, but I must have looked like hell warmed over when I entered the house bow legged, because John just picked me up, and took me to bed right away. I was covered head to toe in male slime, both wet, and caked dry, but if John licked me clean that night I wasn’t aware of it. I was well beyond reasonable sanity, and too exhausted to keep my eyes open by then. As I figured, the only clothing that wasn’t ruined was my panties, but then I can’t even be sure of that really, because I didn’t have them when I reached home, looking like a glazed donut that’s been half eaten with a note stapled to my vest.

“It says, “Take tomorrow off from work,” John read the note to me the next morning over breakfast, “that means today. I took the liberty of calling you in sick, and since I am a doctor, they had little recorse but to believe me. Besides you’ve rarely taken off sick, and your fiscal year ending stuff is all finished. Right?”

“Yeah, that’s true,” I said noncommitally, still in a zombie state from getting home after 3AM in the morning, and wondering how John had gotten me so clean again, “What’s the rest of the note say?” I inquired as an after thought.

“Nothing much, just something for me was all,” John said, then kissed me on the cheek, and headed off to work.

Fifteen minutes later the phone rang. It was Henry. He had detailed instructions for his latest married white whore, even to what I should wear. Though slightly surprised at his choice of my ensamble, I did have the required attire. A recent prank gift from John for our once a week maid noless. Luckily, she was still on holiday visiting her relatives over in Europe, and had yet to see it. Luckier still, we were both about the same size, and figure. Of course the corset was tighter on me, and my boobs over flowed the cups, but other wise everything fit just fine, even the black patten leather spiked high heels that straped around my ankles, and went well with the black seamed nylons, and the rest of the Frilly French Maid’s uniform, including the lace white apron, and cap.

I felt really silly getting into that outfit, but one look in the mirror after I had it on, and I was amazed how delicate, completely feminine, and absolutely hot I appeared. I sat down at my vanity then and put on my make up, more conservative than of late, but impressive nonetheless. Even if I do say so myself, I looked good enough to eat, and hoped Henry thought so too. By ten o’clock I was ready, and my pussy was itching when the front door bell rang, and I went to answer it in my frilly French maid’s costume. You could have blown me away when I saw who was standing outside my door.

“Hello Jill,” Jason winked at me standing next to his son Henry, who was holding the leash to what appeared to be one of the company’s guard dogs. I think they’re called Rottwielers, but whatever they were, they were big, and mean looking most of the time, though this one was wagging his stubby little tail in the most friendly manner as I stepped aside to let them into my house.

“Yep, that’s her,” Jason said as I closed the door behind them. “I told you she wasn’t no secratary Henry, and her real name is Gillian Dupont, not Jill.”

“Actually, Jill is short for Gillian,” I put in.

“Shut up, bitch!” They both said at the same time, immediately putting me in my place, then continuing to talk about me as if I wasn’t even there.

“I been telling everybody for years that she was a real looker hiding under all that crap, and to think it was my very own son that won the slut over. I’m proud of you boy.”

“Hey, you taught me well,” Henry replied letting go of the dog’s leash then turning to me, “fetch us a couple of beers, and be quick about it, you got a lot of sucking and fucking to do before your hubby gets home.”

“Yes Master,” I replied, just the way I’d been instructed to do over the phone, and hurried into the kitchen to get their drinks.

“Man that is some sweet booty,” Jason commented making himself at home in John’s favorite chair while I was in the kitchen, “hard to believe Doc is just giving it away to Niggers now, but that’s okay with me. I’ve been dreaming about that fine tight ass of hers for years. And who’d of thought she had such big white titties hiding under all of that flannel, eh boy.”

“You did,” Henry replied with a chuckle as I brought them their beers, and as I handed each one a bottle of Coor’s, “You go ahead first dad, I’ve had her plenty of times already.”

“Okay, great,” then to me, “get your fine ass over her whore, and start off by sucking on some real Nigger dick!”

I didn’t even hessitate, but went right on over to Jason, going down on my knees between his spread open legs, and with a few deft movements of my hand soon had what had to be the biggest, blackest, most outragous slab of vein covered throbbing meat that you can imagine on a human being. It had to be all of 12 inches in length, and nearly as thick as that bottle of beer he was drinking, at the base, not the neck. Here was the cock of my dreams, and fantasies, and it was attached to my fantasy lover to boot. I was instantly in fuck frenzied heat, and my mouth must have looked as big as a black hole in space as I tried desperately to chug a lug that mighty onyx colored tree trunk of Jason’s.

“Mutha Fuck! Did you see that? The slut almost swallowed the damn thing whole in one big gulp!”

“I told ya dad, even Jake said she’s a natural born ‘ho’ for Nigger dicks. She ain’t no lady, that’s for sure, and if anything, well, I’d say she was a real fucking pig when it comes to fuck’en, and suck’en cock.”

“That true, Ms Gillian? You one of those married women what does anything to please your nasty taste for Nigger meat?”

I could barely nod my head without choking on Jason’s horse sized cock then, though I did manage to blush purple with shame, and humiliating lust. Hell, I could even smell the heat of my pussy through the musky perfume I had on that was hanging in the air around me. Of course, the fact that I didn’t have on any panties at all probably made that a real possibility.

“I’m telling ya dad, this bitch will fuck, or suck any cock I tell her to. She just can’t help herself. She’s hooked good, and her husband, well, let’s just say that he’s just as perverted as she is.”

I could feel Jason’s pulse, the beating of his heart, through that cock of his as I sucked him off like a whore in some dirty alleyway as he rolled his jeans down and off of his legs to get more comfortable.

“Will she lick my ass?” Jason asked his son.

“Do it bitch!” Henry ordered, and Jason got up, turned around, and bending over grabbed hold of both of his ass cheeks spreading them wide as I zeroed in on his little bung hole. “Stick your tongue all the way up his shitter, too!”

I felt absolutely depraved, and did my Master’s bidding at once. Jason must have showered before coming over because I at first tasted Irish Spring, and then the tart essence of his inner colon as my tongue passed into his ass through that tight spincter muscle caused a thrill of masochistic pleasure to jolt through my over heated flesh.

“That’s it shit eater, lick that black ass!” Jason taunted. “Oh fuck! Nobody is ever gonna believe this shit! Old Iron britches herself is licking my turd hole! And to think, I looked up to this cunt, what a fucking ‘ho’ she turned out to be.”

As I tongue fucked Jason’s asshole I couldn’t resist reaching between his legs, and milking his prick with both hands. That really got him wagging his but in my face then, and I shoved another quarter inch of pink into his brown hole from the sheer force of my uncontroled lust. It was then that I felt a tongue slide up along the groove of my backside, and I began to shiver in climactic bliss the moment that I realized that that tongue belonged to the Rottwieler.

“Hey dad, take a look over your shoulder. This bitch really is a bitch!”

“Oh mutha fuck! Even a dog?” Jason gasped, and I felt his throbbing cock jerk in my hands then as he almost lost it.

“I don’t know,” Henry said, “Devil here is usually more finicky about what he eats, and you know he never eats pork. So she must be a bitch.”

“Well he can wait his turn,” Jason chuckled, “I ain’t fucked her yet, and I don’t take sloppy seconds from honkeys or dogs. Go see if they got a fenced in back yard, son, and you and me will make us an Oreo cookie fuck out of the slut.”

I have no idea how long Henry was gone, but when he returned, I felt him smear something around my asshole, then he grabbed me by the hips, and started easing his prick up my butt. Oh there was pain alright, but there was also intense pleasure as well as that ten inch cock speared into my poop chute until Henry’s balls were slapping against my pink wet slit. I felt like I had to shit in the worst way, but once I got used to having him up my ass again, my clitty began to spark, and my nipples tingled, and all the more so with the taste of Jason’s ass sharp on my tongue.

Henry reached around me from behind, and pulled the cups of the corset down off of my tits to fondle them as he began to shank my ass with slow easy strokes. Jason’s ass pulled away from my face, but I was already too consumed by the fires of the damned to pay much heed to what he was up to with his son’s cock fucking my butt. Which was too bad, because suddenly my right tit, in fact the nipple capping that breast, felt like it was exploding from my chest the pain was so intense, and then the same thing happened to my other nipple, and I let out a sharpe scream that died aborning as I fainted from the incredible pain.

I couldn’t have been out too long, because when I came around Henry was still packing my shitter with his big black cock. My titties still ached, but now there was also a similar kind of after pain in my clitty of all places, and this dull throbbing, like the beating of my heart intensified, both in my nipples, and my clit that I couldn’t quite comprehend. However I didn’t have time to think then, as I was suddenly up ended, ending up flat on my back atop of Henry with his black prick still firmly ensconced deep up my tight, or more correctly, not so tight white ass. That’s when Jason moved in between my thighs like the harbinger of night, a perfect black shadow in the shadow world he stood out quite clearly against my whiteness in the light of day. His muscles even more defined than Henry’s rippled with his excitement at finally being here between my legs, and nugging the head of his dick against the soft pink petals of my shaven slit.

Again there was pain, and pleasure mixed as the biggest cock to ever stretch out my cunt slowly entered my pussy, still sore from the gangbanging of the night before at Joey’s dinner. I was sure there was no way my twat would ever be satisfied with John’s smaller penis after all of this stretching it was getting by all of the black cock it had taken of late, but that was John’s problem now, not mine. My problem was living through this hellish torture of having both the father and the son splitting me up the middle with their huge black cocks in both my asshole, and my fuckhole at the very same time. I was already breathing like a pregnant mother giving birth by the time Jason had stuffed half of his monolith into my pussy, and had no idea how I was going to manage fitting the other half inside of me when he suddenly eased partially out, and then back in. Then partially out, and back in, only a little further, beginning to fuck me before he had his cock all the way inside, and while he did that, Henry began to fuck in, and out of my asshole at the same time.

Between the two of them I had close to a foot and a half worth of hard throbbing black cock fucking me by the time Jason’s prick was nudging up against my cervix, and still Jason pushed down into me to get more of his cock inside of my tortured fuck sleeve. Back and forth the two cocks slid between my legs, one going out as the other went in. Even though they were each in a different hole down there it felt to me like I was getting fucked by one giganticly long elephentine dick this way, and still Jason’s cock slid in deeper with every third thrust of his hips. The pain, and pleasure once again so intense that I was ready to faint anew when I felt Jason’s big black balls settle up against my marbled white ass and his son’s cock fucking me there. I was certain that the head of Jason’s cock was now inside of my womb he was so deep.

“Mutha fuck! She’s got it all in her now,” Jason reported needlessly.

“I told you she could take it,” Henry chuckled from underneath me, and grabbed two hand fulls of tit then squeezed.

I almost blanked out from the pain, as Henry’s hand did that, but more importantly his action caused my head to raise up off of his chest, and my eyes saw what they had done to my nipples now through a red haze of pleasure/pain. They had punched a small hole in each nipple, and attached a silver ring the diameter of a quarter to my breasts. I suspected the same had taken place with my clit while I was unconsious as well. I’d heard stories from my great granddaddy sitting on his lap as a little girl before he passed away at the age of 106 about how they’d brand any white woman caught screwing around with the house Niggers before, and after the Civil War with a capital N on her arse, and I couldn’t help but make the connection with that of the three silver rings pierced into my most intimate, and sensitive areas. Jason had as much as branded me a Nigger’s whore, as those white men in the days of slavery had branded those white women for enjoying the pleasure that only a big black Nigger’s cock can give. I began to cum then, hard, long, and loud. My body tumbling easily into that region known as multiple orgasms, that some women never achieve.

“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Ooooooooooooooooohhhh! CCUMMING!” I gargled out, and the rhythm of the jungle as the father and son fucked me in unison only intensified as they picked up the pace.

I felt Jason lay down over top of me, and my arms, and legs lifted up to wrap around his back like snakes to pull him in tight to me. Henry took the additional weight, but right about then I couldn’t have cared less if we’d crushed him into the carpeting. I was fucking my fantasy for real, and I became Jason’s dream fuck in return. I knew then the real reason Henry had brought his father over. It was to give me to his dad as a present permanently, and I was all for it in spades. After all, Jason was more my age than Henry, and we did have a mutual thing going for each other, whereas Henry, well, Henry was just in it for the cheap thrill of fucking another white woman, and let’s just leave it at that. I was Jason’s property now, and that’s all that counts. The passing of ownership was a simple affair. Henry dumped his wad in my ass, then pulled out of me, got dressed and left, while Jason just kept on fucking me even after discharging a goodly load of sperm right into my womb. I didn’t even hear the front door open or close when Henry left as I was into my umteenth multiple climax by then with bells and whistles blaring in my ears to the beat of my pumping heart as my ass bounced up and down on the carpeted floor in a growing puddle of jism.

“You’re my married white whore now,” Jason panted over top of me.

“You got that right Nigger!” I cried out in total bliss, and I could swear that there was a hint of my old Georgia Peach accent intoned in that declaration of satisfaction as that big black veiny prick of his continued to pump in and out of my mangled pussy drilling for oil the rest of the afternoon.

Chapter Three:

I guess Jason and I lost all sense of time as he fucked me in one room after the other in my sexy French maid costume, until we finally ended up in my marriage bed on top of the covers doing it doggy fashion with his cock up my asshole when John walked in. By then Jason had unsnapped the pettycoated ballerina skirt, and tossed it on the floor along with the frilly white apron so that all I was wearing was the corset, nylons, high heels, and cap.

“Take a seat,” Jason called out to my husband, “or get the hell out. I don’t really care Doc. I ain’t finished fucking your wife. Not by a long shot.”

John didn’t even wince, not then, and not when he caught sight of my brand new jewelry. He simply did as he was told like a good little cuckold.

“Go ahead and jerk off if you like,” Jason told him, “I know I sure have over the years just thinking about this moment,” my smile of agreement was all it took for John to get undressed immediately, and start wanking off in the chair next to the bed.

“Damn baby! No wonder you went looking for some Nigger meat. I heard white boys was dinky Doc, but that’s just plain pitiful,” he nodded down at John’s plaything setting the tone of future events from that point on. As John had reasoned early on, he was to be cuckolded truly, now that Jason was my black Master.

The truth of the matter is, that the fundamental difference in a white man’s penis, and that of a black man’s is in the size they are when flacid. Now John’s healthy 8 inch prick when hard is only about four and a half inches when soft, while Jason’s dick when it was soft was close to ten and a half inches already, and only grew an inch and a half more when rock hard. So as you can see, that’s why Jason said he was so dinky in the dingy department. My going along with him was exactly what John expected from me from now on. You see, this is what John’s wet dream was all about, not me fucking other men, but him being subjugated by me and my black lovers. It turned him on to be a cuckolded husband of a beautiful woman. And yes, I’m quite well aware of how beautiful men think I am.

“I think he likes what he sees,” I told Jason as John’s dick started getting turgid.

“That right Doc? You like watching your gorgeous white wife make a whore of herself with us Niggers?”

John could only nod as he was too turned on to speak.

“Jill here tells me you never even fucked her in the ass, not once since you been married. I’ve fucked her in the ass twice already today, and this time I’m gonna give her a sperm enema. Then you can lick her nice and clean like you did last night after the boys all fucked her, eh.”

Again John nodded his head

“Good, cause after that I’m gonna take a break, and let ole Devil fuck the shit out of her pussy for a while. You’ll love seeing that Doc. That dog’s got a dick like your worst nightmare. Almost as big as mine, but real nasty looking. It’s got this big knot that grows in it, and locks up tight with a bitch so that he is sure to knock the bitch up good with his puppies.”

That was just too much for John, and his cock started to erupt like a volcano spraying straight up, and splashing him with his own jism from under his chin on down.

“Look at that silly whimp husband of yours now Gillian,” Jason chuckled, picking up speed as he held onto my hips, and pounded that black snake into my tortured white butt, “what a fuck’en asshole! Here he’s got the finest fuck’en booty in the city, and he be jerking off all over himself. Now that’s truly safe sex. Oh yeah, baby, wag that ass for me! Gonna cum right up your butt this time!”

“Do it! Cum in my ass with your big black cock Jason! Cum in my ass Nigger! Oooh! Oh! Ooooooooooooooh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitt!”

Hot soothing male oil greased the depths of my ass pouring like a salve against my raw anal canal linning. The lubricating effect making a distinctly absurd sound as Jason at last hauled his dick out of my sore asshole as I still trembled there on my hands and knees with the last sparks of my orgasm washing over me.

“Oh man, you gotta see this doc,” Jason said, ushering John over behind me, “now ain’t that the biggest damn butt hole you ever did see? Looks like someone just pulled their foot out of her ass, now don’t it? Or if you look closer, it appears to be some strange kind of living cave.”

They were of course discussing the gapping hole my butt now had in it thanks to Jason’s huge black cock fucking me there. And believe me, it felt like my asshole was warped out to the size of a manhole cover on Broadway too.

“Go ahead doc,” Jason directed my husband, “get in there and lick it all up for your wife. You know you want to.”

I felt John’s slightly cooler hands on my buttocks then, and suddenly his tongue was lapping away at that wide open pit like gravy bowl. It felt great, to be honest, and I wagged my ass back getting his lips to his nose right into that open pit with that move. I looked over my shoulder then, and saw Jason exiting the room bare assed naked. I knew what he was up to, and had to control my revulsion at what was to come next.

Note: I think Jason had purposely waited until John was home before bringing Devil back into the house as he wanted John to see the power that he had over me now, and too, Jason had waited a long time to get this chance at fucking me in the first place, so he wanted it to last all day before soiling me with the dog. I personnaly would have vied to skip the bestiality part of this relationship, but I wasn’t going to be given that choice in the matter. Not that I don’t like animals, or even dogs for that matter, we use to have a cute cocker spaniel when I was a little girl, but while dogs make great pets, hunters, buddies, too, and can be trained as watch guards, they are not human by any stretch of the imagination, they are just four legged, dumb animals, just cannines, or more simply, just mere dogs.

Dogs constantly have to be cleaned, walked, and fed, almost as often as little children making them a liability, and a drudgery on their owners. Next to pigs they are probably the lowest creature on the face of the planet to consider as a sex partner, though as puppies they are quite cute, and often entertaining even into adulthood the way they nose around getting into trouble. Only the most perverted mind would even consider using them as a sexual substitute for human companionship, and only the lowest, basest whore would actually consent to letting one fuck her as far as most people on this planet are concerned, and that included me.

The weird thing about it though, was that I was actually turned on by the whole idea behind this plan of Jason’s. I couldn’t help but be excited knowing that my own husband was cleaning up another man’s sperm from my recently fucked cavernous butt hole, even tasting my shit in the process, and anxious to see his own wife forced to lower herself to the status of a real bitch in heat for her black Master’s whim, at the same time knowing he’d be called upon to lick the dog’s sperm up too, after the fact. It would be sheer torture for most people, but for a medical doctor? Someone who’s use to being in a sterile environment most of the time? Oh yeah, I was deffinately looking forward to that part with sadistic expectation.

Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not that bestiality was something that I didn’t know a lot about. I’m well read, and quite well aware of the mythology behind the act of humans using animals as sex partners. Beauty and the Beast is a well known classic, but my favorite stories concerning the act of bestiality concerned the so called legendary gods, and goddesses coming down to earth to copulate with humans in the guise of animals such as the story of Leda, and the swan. Or even how the Minataur, Pan, Satyres, and Centaurs came into exsistance as hinted at by mythology. I’m also aware of the many cultures who required virgins to bed with goats, gorillas, and every other kind of animal to appease their so called deities as well. But this was the 21st century, and we weren’t about to whoreship a pagan god, or goddess here. I was to be a human sacrifice alright, but the sacrifice was my own self dignity, esteme, and human integrity for the sake of sexual largess, and sheer lewd obscenity.

In essence I was going to perform for these two men the same as if I were that well known, but not often seen, whore down in Tiajuana, who fucks a donkey twice daily in front of a paying audiance of voyuristic perverts just to make her rent payments. My pussy was positively running with exhibisionistic excitement, as well as masochistic thrills at being treated like just so much filth to be used, or swept under the carpet one. I was still revulsed to the point of vomiting, but that’s what made it so damn enticing too. After all, I’d broken the color barrier, and lived to talk about it. How much more worse could it be to break another taboo like bestiality, when the rewards over shadowed the humiliation, and degradation of commiting such a foul, and sociologically dispicable act, such as fucking a dog entailed? And right in front of my husband, no less.

I was still in the doggy style position on the bed, or mostly so as my ass was up in the air, but my upper body was down on the covers with my head resting on my arms as John serviced my backside lavishly with his tongue licking away all of the evidence of my last several fucks by my black Master. Basicly I was just wallowing in the moment, relaxing you might say, as I waited for Jason to return, but enjoying my husbands enthusiastic administrations nonetheless.

“Oooooooh yeah John, lick all of that shit stained sperm out of my shit hole,” I crooned, “I’ll bet you just love being a fagot by proxy, sucking another man’s cum that way, don’t you.”

John actually nodded his head in agreement, making me giggle like a school girl showing her panties to a group of young male admirerers just for the thrill of being naughty. I felt a slight shifting of the bed under me presuming that John was just trying to get comfortable, or into a better position for licking out a particularly hard to get at rope of slime back there. His tongue felt wonderful, but somehow it was suddenly going deeper inside of me than it had before, stroking were no tongue ever had before now, and mostly centered on my pussy this time. The tip even tickling my G-spot, and making my hips grind back for more because it felt so inhumanly erotic.

That’s when I realized that it wasn’t John licking me back there anymore, and that it had to be Jason’s dog, Devil, whose tongue was dipping into my pussy from behind like a magician’s magical wand, and turning me into a melting wax mold of humanity incarnate. Since my eyes were closed already, I kept them closed to allow me the illusion that it was still John who was eating my pussy, but I could feel Devil’s whiskers bristling against my shaved vulva, something not even a man’s mustache could simulate, and I came for the sheer absurdity of the moment. Not with a shout, but with a whimper of shame, and a grunting groan of piggish humiliation, more in keeping with the heavy panting, and breathing taking place behind me as both my black lover, and my husband shared a sight that would have turned my mother’s stomach, and awoken my great granddaddy from the grave in moral outrage as I groveled before a dog on all fours.

Devil could have cared less that I was cuming, or not as he was well trained in the sporting art of fucking woman, (as I later found out from Jason). His sole purpose right then was to get his human bitch excited enough to take his massive grotesque tool without ripping open her guts in the process. Since I was to be his human bitch, I appreciated his job fervor in this matter, and had no intention of hurrying up the process at all. I had no experiance in which to draw from, so I had no idea what it would entail for a dog to get a woman hot enough to be willing to let him fuck her, but I was willing to learn after that rough tongue rung out two consecutive orgasms in a row from my loins with so little effort on his part. Making me higher than a coke adict snorting pure off a full length mirror layed out across a dinning table.

By the fourth orgasm from Devil’s insidious tongue I could feel the building up of a pressure inside of me, as if each orgasm was just a hint at something much more extreme still yet to come. Something elusive, but close enough for me to reach out and touch, if only I did so. By the fifth orgasm, which was harder to attain than the previous four, I was once again up on all fours and rocking back and forth like a baby banging its head against the crib for some attention. My breasts, two firm jello molds pierced with silver rings at the snow coned tips, swaying laciviously from my chest like two cow’s udders, had to of been a real sight to stiffen any dick, let alone Jason, and John’s. And the silver ring in my clit was flopping up and down thanks to Devil’s tongue action, such that I wanted to scream at the maddness of it all, but all I could do was whimper, and grunt, whimper and grunt. I was having to work hard for orgasm number six, and that devine pressure only built up some more, and that’s when I realized what it would take to make it go away.

“Oooooooooooohh fuck, can’t take it anymore! Fuck me! Fuck me you stupid cannine bastard! Fuck meeeeeee! Please Jason! Make him fuck me! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!”

“See,” Jason chuckled, “I told ya. Sooner or later, they all begs for the dog to fuck the shit out of them, Doc. They can’t help it. It’s the true whore in them, and it wants to cum out and play,” and then he snapped his fingers, and at the same instant said, “Fuck the bitch, Devil!”

In a heart beat I felt the full weight of the Rottwieler on my back and haunches then as he wrapped his front legs around my thin corseted waist. Thankfully my full head of hair was up in a bun to go with the maid’s uniform cap, but that meant that his tongue dripping saliva began to land on my back and pool between my shoulder blades as he panted in my left ear while trying to find the right hole to stick his ghastly prick in with his hind quarters. I felt his slimy wet cannine cock poking at the backs of my inner thighs first, and again had to stem the need to vomit at the thought of that putrid piece of meat even touching my flesh. I wanted to run and go find a rock to crawl under, but at the same time I needed that prick where it would do the most good, or evil, depending on how you looked at it. Several more near misses had me shaking all over in mixed emotions of revulsion, and excitement, and then suddenly, the pointy, or barbed tip as it were, was right there, centered in between my cunt lips, and I gasped with a great input of shocked breath as I knew what would happen next would mark my soul for life.

I could swear that time suddenly stood still then, and when it started back up it took awhile for it to get out of low gear. Like a stop action television replay set on slow motion Devil heaved back on his front paws pulling my hips, and the rest of me backward. At the very same moment Devil’s hind quarters shoved forward. Dog cock, rushed head long, splicing right between my lower lips, then charging inward, pushing, and stretching along my tight furrowed path through my fuck sleave like an out of control frieght train without a dead stick until it plowed all the way in in one massive thrust burying itself deep, deep, deep into my human cunt.

“AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” I screamed so loud they had to of heard me in Sidney, Austrailia as I came like a space shuttle taking off for orbit releasing that elusive pressure that had built up inside of me immediately.

“Damn!” Jason commented. “She came just from having the dog’s cock entering her twat. How about that, Doc? Your married to a real bitch now. How’s it feel having a dog fucker for a wife? Maybe next time I’ll bring the goat over to fuck her for you. You’ll get a real kick out of that.”

I couldn’t stop cumming. It was like my whole life had been building up to this one moment of disgusting perversity. Jason was completely right. I was a dog fucker now. And a pig by any other name is still a swine. The baseball sized knot still growing inside of my snatch was already tied with me, and I now knew exactly how a real bitch felt. And I can tell you of a certainty that I wouldn’t have cared right then if Devil were fucking me out on some busy street in the middle of on coming traffic in every direction, that’s just how far gone that cannine cock had me in its grip. Oh sure, I knew I’d feel shamfully guilty later, much later if I had anything to do with that decision, but at the moment I was in raptured, caught on the edge of a wing and tossing in a hurricane of unadulterated lust.

Time returned to normal speed now as Devil started to fuck me after adjusting his hind legs for better purchase. The air I’d gasped in a moment ago was just as quickly forced out of my lungs by the furious fucking of the dog’s triphammering cock in my pussy. Believe me, I was jiggling from head to toe from the vibrating effect of that blindingly fast prick ramming in and out of my flesh for the next five minutes with that knot pulling and pushing me back and forth like a little Chiuaua bitch hung up on some Great Dane stud. Just try sticking somebody’s fist up your ass while on top of a vibrating washing machine set on spin cycle, and you’ll get the idea of what I was going through as Devil fucked me the way he would any bitch in heat he normally fucked. I was already past orbital insertion, and cuming hard enough now to head for the moon, and/or beyond. The dog’s fur covered balls slapping directly on my pierced clitty ring sounded other worldly, and as erotically alien against my womanhood as a Wookie’s hunger cry in a thick deserted forest.

Devil out weighed me by at least 20 or more pounds, and he was all muscle and bone pounding against a giant jello mold such as I in his hurry to dump his puppy making sperm in a vagina that would do it little good as far as procreating his species was concerned. Perhaps if I were a female dog I might have even been upset by his crude and selfish, as well as singular behavior in only caring for the moment about his own needs, without any further working up slowly to my own, but since I hadn’t stopped cumming since he’d entered my human cunt, I was hardly in a position to complain, and only barely able to hang on to the bed sheets as it were now. All thought to the fact that two men were watching me get the living shit fucked out of me by a mere dog were long gone as well. Not that I couldn’t hear their filthy snide remarks, and old mother hubbard jokes about Rover, and bending over either somewhere in the unconscious realm of my brain. I just didn’t care right at the moment, nor would any other woman if she were turned into a super nova by such a fantastic cocksmith, as Devil most certainly was well trained to be, as I would be more than willing to testify to, if I had to, over the air from somewhere beyond this solar system. And while I’m at it, let me say this, no man ever did me the way that dog did then, nor when his prick started blow torching my pussy with napalm hot liquid sin beyond any quantity put out by fifty men at once in a circle jerk, scalding my raw abused pussy with way more than a tall drinking glass full of his cannine seed. He may have only fucked me for about five minutes actual time, but I lived and died a hundred lifetimes in that five minutes of iniquity before being swallowed into the gravity well of a passing black hole somewhere out near Andromeda Prime. The greatest part of it all was that I didn’t faint with exhaustion until after Devil finished cuming in me, and lay trembling on my back waiting for his prick to shrink enough so that he could dismount from me.

When the black faded away, and my eyes opened up I could feel John’s tongue once again cleaning my back side, this time though he was licking up the discharge of a dog from my pussy. I lifted my head up off of my arms to look around, but neither Jason or Devel were anywhere in sight. I was alone with my husband.

“Lay on your back with your face under my pussy John,” I said, and once John was in position I sat straight up over his face with my thighs on either side of his head giggling at his shocked expression as a gallon of dog cum ran out of my cunt, and into his mouth as well as all over his face, “bon appitit, mon cher,” and I wriggled my fanny in his face for good measure as dog scum evacuated my love hole.

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