Mesmerizing Mary Ann

Mesmerizing Mary Ann

An Interracial Mind Control Story
Copyright 2004 by Stormbringer

Revised 2010


Note: This story was originally released in two parts.


Mary Ann sat in the chair. She breathed slowly. Her eyes were closed.

"You feel no need to smoke. Whenever you get an urge to puff on a
cigarette, you're going to get horny."

Mary gave a short gasp in her sleep.

"Instead of sucking on a cigarette, you crave sucking on my dick. Do
you understand?"

"Yes," said Mary, softly.

"When you wake up, you will feel refreshed and horny. You will crave
sucking my dick. You will continue the dieting and exercise program I
have given you. You will swallow my cum. You like the taste of my cum.
It is an important source of protein for you diet. You will give me a
blow job every morning to get your protein. Do you understand?"

"Yes, blow job every morning. Need protein."

"As I count slowly backwards from three, you will awaken. Three.. two..
one."

Mary's head came up and she blinked her eyes as she came out of her
trance. "Hmm, I feel great, honey. You can hypnotize me every day if you
want."

"Anything to help you relax, dear." Paul was thrilled at the prospect.
Over the last four months, he'd been hypnotizing his wife bi-weekly. At
first, it was to lose weight, then to quit smoking. Mary had been a
sexy, shapely, and plump woman. Now she had a killer body. Everywhere
they went, men checked her out even considering that she never showed
off her body. Plus, since they lived off a military base, they were
surrounded by a lot of men.

As soon as Paul saw that it was working, the sexual suggestions came.
Mary was shy, conservative, and uptight when it came to sex. He eliminated her reluctance to perform oral sex. He'd gotten her to
enjoy his thumb in her ass while fucking doggy style, but so far she
wouldn't go for anal. Obviously it was true that you couldn't make
someone do something against their will while hypnotized.

Mary always had a tendency to cover her assets. It got worse when the
army reassigned Paul to the new base. Mary didn't have a job and they didn't have a lot of possessions. She gained nearly thirty pounds in six months sitting around watching television. Her clothes got even baggier. When the hypnotism started working, Mary lost the thirty pounds and then some. She got down to 120 pounds with a bust measurement of 34D and being only 5'4", she looked quite top heavy. Paul hypnotized his wife into wearing lacy pink underwear with a garter and heels for him. He'd always wanted Mary to dress sexier so that he could show her off, but when he saw her porn star body, he quickly decided he'd keep her covered out in public.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," said Mary, coming out of the bedroom.

Paul was sitting on the bed. He was wearing only boxer shorts and they
were tented out in anticipation. He couldn't believe his shy twenty-five
year old wife was doing this either. Mary Ann was wearing an overcoat.
He could see her heels and pink nylons coming out from under the coat.
His wife had dark brown, almost black shoulder length hair, brown eyes
and pale white skin. He watched as she undid the coat's belt, letting
the front open.

"Gawd damn," he groaned when he saw her.

Pink nylons ran up her shapely legs, held up by lacy garters. Her lacy
pink panties were so sheer that her curly brown bush was perfectly
visible. The panties were low cut, nearly reaching the top of her pubic
hair. Her body fat was now so low, that there was no bulge under her navel
except for a small brown mole. Her hips were still broad, but her waist
was thin. Her torso was short, largely because her breasts were so big.
The tight pink bra, held them together and up. Her nipples were
unusually dark, clearly visible through the fabric. The areola was
quarter-sized, looking small on her big breasts and the nipples were
penny-sized, taking up most of the areola. Hard, they were half an inch
long. If Mary Ann hadn't been wearing a bra, her breasts would have been
impressively firm, with her nipples sticking straight out, but they
would be heading South within a few years.

"Strip for me."

"I couldn't do that." Mary Ann blushed.

"Ginger." Paul said the code word that put her under. His wife's eyes
widened in surprise, then closed as she froze where she stood. His wife
had a passing resemblance to Mary Ann from Gilligan's Island, hence the
code word Ginger. The resemblance wasn't strong, the actress having
darker skin and a smaller bust, but their faces were similar. The
television show's character's wholesome country girl image resembled
Mary Ann the wife, more then her looks did. "I want you to dance for me.
Just shake your hips and take the lingerie off. Do you understand?"

"Yes," said Mary Ann in her trance.

"It makes you happy to show off your body to your husband, Mary Ann."
Saying her name, brought her out of the trance.

Mary Ann opened her eyes and smiled at her husband. Her hips started
swaying as she reached behind her back and undid her bra. She danced
back as her huge breasts sprang free. Mary Ann ran her hands sexily
through her hair before running them down her body and unclasping her
garter. Her dancing was amateurish, but Paul didn't care. It was that
Moment while watching her slowly strip that he decided he didn't really want men to see exactly how sexy she was. He trusted his wife completely, but he didn’t trust other men. He'd nix his idea to have her wearing string bikinis and halter tops with short skirts. Mary Ann would only dress sexy for him in his house. "Jesus, come fuck me," he said when she was nude.

"Paul!" she exclaimed contritely as she hated foul language, but she
greedily fished his dick out of his boxers and mounted him. She was
extremely aroused and there was no friction. She also came quickly and
Mary Ann had never been very orgasmic.

That had been last month. Now her dancing had improved. She wore
anything Paul brought her and they had sex about four times a week. Now
Paul decided he wanted a blow job every morning.

What started out as a good day turned bad for Paul and Mary. The alarm
went off and Mary Ann groggily climbed out of bed to go make him
breakfast. "Where you going?" asked Paul stretching in bed. "Don't you
want breakfast?"

Mary Ann was about to snap at him and tell her husband she was on her
way to the kitchen to do just that when she saw his penis. Paul had a
morning stiffy and had thrown back the covers. He watched her
expectantly.

"Mmm," said Mary, staring at his penis. It was just over five and a half inches, but very skinny which made it look longer. The penis matched the man. Paul was tall and reedy looking. The head of Paul's penis was about the size of a small grape, smaller then the skinny shaft. "That looks tasty. I could use some protein." Mary climbed between his legs and took his penis in her mouth.

This is great, thought Paul lying there in bed. Mary Ann was getting quite good at this, swallowing his entire length,
gripping his shaft tightly with her lips. He came in no time and his
wife swallowed every drop without complaint.
Paul fell back asleep thinking he would be getting a morning blow job
every day for the rest of his life. Then he got the bad news.

Paul returned home that afternoon early, holding his orders to deploy to
the Middle East, seven days from today. Mary would not take the news well. He could be gone for six months without seeing her. What he saw when he entered his house shocked him.

Mary Ann was dancing nude in front of the television. He came in and
watched her. Her nude body never failed to make his dick hard and it
didn't this time. She had somehow gotten a video showing instructions on
how to strip for your lover. She was emulating the woman in the video
perfectly, which explained how she had gotten so good stripping for him
since the first time. "Hi, honey, whatcha doin?" She jumped startled,
then turned, and Paul got a second shock.

"Oops, caught me," said Mary Ann, taking the cigarette out of her mouth.

"I thought I got you to quit smoking?"

Mary Ann blushed. "You got me to do a lot of things."

Paul was suddenly startled as he realized he'd never hypnotized his
wife. She'd been faking it. They stared at each other and both broke
into grins which turned into laughter. "I don't get it. Why'd you do all
those things?"

"I kinda liked being told what to do. It turned me on when you took
charge, honey."

"Like to be ordered around, huh? Walk over to the back of the couch."

"Why?"

"Just do it," he snapped emulating his drill sergeant. Mary jumped and
did what she was told. "Now bend over the back and spread your legs
apart." Paul came up behind her and started unbuttoning his fatigues.
"Reach back and spread your pussy open for me."

"Paul!" She complained at his course language, but she did what she was
told.

"Tell me to fuck you. No, beg to be fucked."

"Put it in me. Do me, honey."

"No!" he barked again. "Tell me to fuck you."

"Yes, sir. Fuck me." It was a word she rarely used. "Please fuck me. My
pussy's so wet for you pen.. your dick. Fuck me now."

Paul did just that, finding her wet and receptive. He didn't last long,
but she had a small orgasm when he did.

"That was a nice surprise. What brings you home early?" Mary Ann broke
down crying when he told her. "But what about getting pregnant?" she
managed to sob out after about ten minutes. She'd calculated the time
she'd be the most fertile would be just after he shipped out.

"This is something we knew could happen. We'll just have to put off
having a family until I can get back. Things over there might improve
and I could get back early." He left of telling her, things could always
get worse too.

"What if you don't come back?"

"That's something you knew could happen too."

"I want to have your children, Paul. No matter what happens." Mary Ann
was sobbing, curled up in the fetal position on the couch. She was still
nude and her pussy was leaking sperm. Sperm she now considered valuable.

"There's a doctor on base. They'll freeze sperm for this purpose. It's
quite common for soldiers to do this now."

"Will you do that for me?"

"Gladly, Mary Ann. I want to have children with you too, but it's gonna
be the old-fashioned way." Paul climbed onto the couch and held his
wife.

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

Paul was always uncomfortable around Peter's giant black cock.

Paul sat on the bench near a locker. He and Peter had gotten muddy doing
some wiring and used the base showers to clean up. Peter never wrapped a
towel around his waist and was standing right beside Paul getting his
clothes out of a locker. "Will you get that monster out of my face?"
Paul pulled back as Peter laughed and his cock bobbed.

Peter's penis was nearly a foot long, more then twice Paul's size and at least three times as thick. The head was uncircumcised and unusually knobby. The helmet was sleek, but maybe half again as big as the shaft. "Sorry, bud. Got me a hot date tonight in town and my cock can't wait. Isn't that right, cock?" Peter bent his head down like he was asking it a question. He flexed the muscle in his groin so that his cock bobbed like it was nodding yes. "Good boy," said Peter laughing.

"Shame, I was hoping you'd have some drinks with Mary and me." Paul
liked Peter a lot and they got along well despite the black man's
intimidating size. Not just his dick was big, the man was huge. Paul was
six feet tall but Peter was around six inches taller. He wasn't built
like a basketball player either. He was built like a weightlifter, bulky
and covered with muscles. Peter was a very big man.

"You know Mary doesn't care for me that much."

"Nonsense," said Paul, though Peter was partially right. Mary Ann wasn't
a bigot, but black men made her uncomfortable. Their town and school in
Montana had zero blacks in it. Paul hadn't know any until joining the
army, but he adapted quickly. Mary Ann was still a bit wary around them.
The media had something to do with her perceptions.. "We haven't seen
you out in months and we're celebrating tonight."

"Well, you could meet me at the saloon if you wants, but I aims to get
me as much pussy as I can the next month." Peter had gotten orders to
ship out also, but wasn't leaving for a month.

"I understand. We'll just meet you for a few drinks. I gotta leave early
and we want to spend some time together. Haven't had sex in five days."

"Oh yeah, the frozen sperm thing. How'd that go?"

"Fine. Didn't like holding off that long, but the doctor's wanted it
built up."

"Glad it's you and not me. Anyway, meet me around seven. I want to get
an early start. Wait till you see this chick man, she's fine."

"See you then, buddy."

Paul got home and hugged his wife. "We're meeting Peter and his date at
the saloon in an hour," he told her as they sat down to eat.

"What? You want to go out?"

"Just for a little while, honey." Paul didn't want to tell her the real
reason. He just wanted to get some drinks in her to loosen her up. Their
sex life had slackened off without their hypnosis game and with Paul
refraining from sex for five days. Paul couldn't remember cumming as
much before as he had that morning at the doctor's office. Drunk, he
could order Mary Ann around a little and have all sorts of fun that
night. He planned on fucking and sucking all night. He could sleep on
the plane.

"Alright then, I'll go get dressed." Mary picked up her plate and took
it to the sink. She suspected her husband wanted to get her drunk and
she didn't mind. It did loosen her up.

Paul went upstairs to change and did a double take when he saw his wife.
"Wow! You're wearing that?"

Mary Ann smiled at his reaction. "Not my usual fare, but I want to look
good on our last night here." Mary Ann was wearing white shorts. The
length was decent, but they were tight and hugged her perfect ass. Her
top was a tight red, short sleeved shirt. It was low cut and showed off
some of her impressive cleavage. The shirt was tight, hugging every
magnificent curve. Her thick, pointy nipples were also visible, poking
out the top. It was also short on her leaving her midriff bare. Paul
noticed her belly was darker indicating she'd been tanning lately. "You
like?"

"I like." Paul decided it wouldn't hurt to show her off one night.
Besides, Peter hadn't seen Mary Ann since she'd lost weight and
never out of bulky clothes. Peter only dated white women, but the trashy
trailer park, bleached blonde type. The easy kind of woman who liked to
fuck and seemed plentiful around military bases. Tonight, Peter would
see what a real white woman looked like.

They arrived at the saloon just on time. Paul followed Mary Ann inside.
He was proud and a little jealous to see that almost every guy turned to
check her out. Peter was sitting alone at the bar. He turned just as
Mary Ann walked up to him. His eyes bugged out as he zoomed in on her
cleavage. "Well well, what do we have here? My prayers have been
answered."

"Knock it off, Peter," said Mary. Her face turned bright red. The way he
was staring at her had her nipples start to stand to attention. They
were so big and thick they embarrassed her which was partially why she'd
always covered up.

Peter stared at her confused, then noticed Paul behind her. "Jesus H
Christ! Mary Ann? What the fuck happened to you?"

"You eat with that potty mouth?"

Paul laughed. "My wife started exercising since the last time you saw
her."

"Well you look fucking fantastic."

"Ah thanks." Mary Ann continued to blush.
She took a seat two down from Peter and her husband sat between them.

"Three beers," said Paul to the bartender.

"And three shots," added Peter, who seemed a little drunk all ready.

"Where's your date?"

"Blew me off. One of her brats is sick or something." He picked up the
shot glass and held it up until Paul and Mary Ann took theirs. Looks
like I ain’t getting laid tonight. Here's to some more pussy walking
through that door." They clinked shot glasses.

"Really, Peter, do you have to be so vulgar?" Mary's face was screwed up
from the shot and she took a swig of beer to chase it.

"I figure I'd clean my act up once I'm outta the army. Three more,
bartender."

"Here's to good friends." They did the shots.

"Here's to coming home safe." They did the shots.

The three joked around for awhile and Mary Ann found herself warming to
Peter. His size was intimidating, but he was a nice guy despite the foul
language. Paul was a frequent urinater and Mary found herself alone with
Peter several times, but he was always the gentleman. "Really, Mary Ann,
you look fucking fantastic. I didn't know you were hiding a figure that
nice under your clothes.

"Well, I did lose thirty pounds."

"Good for you. Was it hard?" asked Peter.

"Was what hard?" asked Paul, coming back from the bathroom.

"Losing all that weight," Peter ordered three more shots.

"I just developed an exercise plan and I stuck to it," replied Mary Ann
finding she liked the compliments and attention.

"Well, here's to Mary Ann." They did the shots.

"Plus I hypnotized her," said Paul, setting his shot glass down.

"Paul!" Mary burped out his name and let out a drunken giggle.

"Get the fuck out of here. Hypnotized her! You gotta be shitting me?"

"Nope, it's been great. I think Mary Ann needs a little reaffirming
tonight to keep her on the program.

Mary Ann giggled and blushed some more. Paul was telling her he was
going to take charge tonight. "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the
little girl's room." Mary Ann stood up and left to sneak out and get a
few quick puffs in.
 
Paul continued. "Yeah, I got her to lose weight, to quit smoking, and I
even got her to wear sexier clothes."

"I still think you're shitting me."

"Oh yeah. I think we need to get going cause I want to get her to do a
few more things for me." Paul clapped the black man on the back which
was like clapping a brick wall. They picked up their beers and tossed
them back.

"You're swaying a little, honey," said Peter, as Mary Ann returned.

"I thought it was you," she laughed at the black man.

"I guess that's a cue for us to get going," said Paul.

"Aw stay for a few more beers," complained Peter. "I hate to drink alone
and I don't want to go home yet. I'm out of beer a home and can't go
shopping until tomorrow."

Paul stood up. "Well, why don't you come home with us? I have a six pack
in the fridge and Mary Ann won't drink when I'm gone."

"Hey, I don't want to be a third wheel, man."

"Just till the beers gone and between the two of us, that won't even be
an hour."

"Sounds good to me, man." Peter stood up, using his height to stare down
Mary Ann's cleavage.

The threesome arrived back at the apartment fifteen minutes later. Paul
retrieved two beers from the refrigerator and tossed one to Peter who
took the comfy chair. Paul sat beside Mary Ann on the couch. They
silently drank awhile before Paul spoke. "You scared, buddy?"

Peter paused before saying, "Yeah, you?"

"Yep."

"You guys will be back before you know it," said Mary Ann hugging her
husband.

"Lets change the subject." Peter pounded the beer. "I still don't
believe this hypnotism bullshit. You telling me you don't have any
craving for a cigarette at all?"

"Nope," she lied. She was craving one at that exact moment.

"Amazing."

"Mary, get us two more will ya?" Paul was still feeling morose as he
held his beer can up.

"Get it yourself, lazy."

"Good job training the wife, buddy," laughed Peter as Paul stood to get
them two more beers. "I mean what's the point of getting married if they
won't even bring their man a beer?"

Paul froze and a grin spread across his face. He swayed a little
drunkenly. He'd had enough already and his body was already starting to
cry out for sleep when he should be having sex with his wife. He looked
at Mary Ann. "Ginger," he said.

Mary Ann's mouth opened in surprise as she looked up at Paul. What was
he doing?"

"You will get me and Peter beer for the rest of the night and some chips
while you're at it. You will wait on us hand and foot. Do you
understand?"

"Yes," said Mary Ann.

"Then get started, Mary Ann." He winked at his wife.

Mary Ann stood as Paul shook his empty can at her. "Well, I'm being a
rude hostess. Let me get you boys two more. Anything else? Some chips,
maybe?"

"That would be great, honey."

"What the fuck just happened here?" asked Peter.

"Told you I hypnotized her. I tell you it's awesome. I got her to dress
sexier. I made her loosen up in the bedroom." Paul was interrupted as his wife returned. She was smiling as she handed Peter and Paul their beer. She'd also brought in a bag of chips. "Thanks, Ginger." Mary Ann froze and flashed Paul a stare. "Go to sleep," he said and Mary Ann played along lowering her head as she stood between them.

"I still don't believe it," said Peter, standing and circling the woman.

"What more proof do you need?"

"How about this." Peter reached out and squeezed Mary Ann's breast.

"Hey dude, don't molest my wife." Paul was impressed that Mary Ann had
maintained her composure. He did detect a slight trembling in her limbs.

"Sorry, just checking. What else will she do?"

"Just about anything I want. You still can't make someone do something
against their will though. She won't let me fuck her ass." Paul smirked
when he saw Mary Ann turn red as she pretended to be in a trance.
Luckily, Peter had returned to his chair and didn't notice. "But she
does let me stick my finger up it when I'm fucking her. She also gives
me a blow job every morning. She also strips for me."

"Well her body belongs on the pole. Can you teach me that trick?"

"Probably not. The recipient must trust you completely. So it probably
wouldn't work on one of your bimbos.

"Shame. Ginger puts her under?"

"Yeah, and her real name wakes her up."

"Hey bro, why don't you make her strip for us?"

Paul looked at Peter then at his wife. Her eyes were scrunched up as if
to say, this game had gone too far. "Alright, but I'm not going to let
her strip completely. Just down to her underwear. I‘m the only man who gets to see her naked."

"Fine by me, bro."

"Ginger, I want you to do a strip tease for us."

"I can't do that in front of Peter."

"Peter, isn't here. I'm not here. You see neither of us. You are
practicing your routine just like you were in front of the TV the other
day. You will strip down to your underwear. You will not strip naked. Do
you understand?"

"I understand," said Mary Ann, after a lengthy pause.

"You will neither see nor hear Peter and I. You will ignore us
completely until I say the command phrase again. Wake up and start
stripping, Mary Ann."

Mary Ann opened her eyes and lifted her head up. She looked around,
ignoring Peter and Paul, her face set with a stoic expression.

"Can she hear us?" asked Peter.

"Nope," replied Paul.

Mary Ann walked over to the TV, kneeled before it and pressed play on
the VCR. Mary hit fast forward skipping though the introduction. The end
of the tape was an actual stripping routine complete with loud music.
Mary Ann had gotten pretty good at the routine and was using it as a
form of exercise. She reached the part and hit play.

Mary Ann steeled herself to get through this. It wasn't natural for her
to show off her body to anyone even Paul. Her current outfit was
probably the sexiest she had ever dressed in public. Lately, showing off
for Paul had started to turn exciting. The way Peter had stared at her
in the bar had been exciting. Hell, the way every man in the bar had
stared as she entered the building had been exciting. She couldn't
believe what she was about to do. Especially considering what she was
wearing under her clothes. She had some surprises for Paul and when he
saw them, he'd probably throw Peter out immediately and rush to get to
the bedroom.

Mary Ann stood in the "at ease" stance and held her hair up with her
fingers. She walked toward the TV, then spun around passing directly
between the two men. She started dancing, swaying her hips and ass for
the men. Neither man glanced at the TV, all eyes were on her. She spun
around so that her front was facing the men. Mary Ann put her arms over
her head, stretching and arching her back. The act caused her shirt to
ride up past her belly button. Mary Ann quickly grabbed the hem and
pulled the shirt up over her head.

"Fuck," growled Peter. "That's the nicest rack I ever seen on a woman
and I'm talking about real strippers too.

"Yeah buddy, I hit the jackpot with them."

"Big fucking nipples too. Your wife's built like a slut."

"Yep, my personal slut."

Mary Ann's bra was lacy white and very sheer. She'd bought it for Paul
tonight as a going away present. She continued dancing, swaying her
hips. Now and then she'd squeeze her breasts together. Mary Ann felt
mischievous. If she'd been doing the routine for her husband, she'd
be practically in his lap now. Instead, she faced Peter and she
unbuttoned her shorts. The black man was staring intently at her zipper
sliding down. Mary Ann wiggled the shorts down her hips, then turned
around. Paul was bleary eyed, very drunk, but he was now staring at her
crotch. She then pulled the shorts down, revealing her secret to both
men.

"That's a fuckin great ass," said Peter.

Paul didn't even notice her surprise. His eyes wouldn't focus. All he
could see was that her panties matched the bra and they were very low
cut. He saw her second surprise when she turned around. Mary Ann's
gorgeous ass was bare and he suddenly regretted messing with her tonight. She was revealing a little too much.

"Oh fuck, the sexy bitch is shaved," said Peter, revealing the surprise
Paul had missed. Her skin was bare beneath the sheer panties.

"Must be my going away present. I been trying to get her to do that for
years. This is the first time she's worn a thong too."

"You a lucky man, bro."

The music stopped and Mary Ann quit dancing. She bent to retrieve her
shorts, her ass almost right in Peter's face. Suddenly Paul said,
"Ginger." She gave him a glare, but froze. She could practically feel
Peter's breath on her bare ass. "When you awaken," continued Paul, "you
will remember we're here. You will continue to wait on us. You will not
get dressed and will not realize you are in your underwear. You will act
completely normal. Wake up, Mary Ann."

"Mary Ann dropped her shorts and stood up straight. "Can I get you guys
another beer?"

"Yeah, two more," said Peter staring at her ass as she walked to the
kitchen. "I gotta go piss, bro." He headed to the bathroom.

Mary Ann came out of the kitchen with two beers. "Oh thank god. Is he
gone? I'm horny as hell."

"He's in the bathroom."

"Jerk," she cried, lightly slapping her husband. "Just what do you think
you're doing?"

"Ginger," he said, grinning at her. "Come make out with me."

"Jesus Paul, I feel so naughty." Mary Ann sat on his lap. "Hurry up and
get rid of him." They kissed passionately.

Peter came out of the bathroom. "I should get going. You two need to be
alone."

Mary Ann stood up. "I'm so embarrassed you caught us," she said turning
red, but pretending she wasn't embarrassed standing nearly nude before
the towering black man.

"Go ahead and finish your beer, Peter." Paul stood up. "My turn to
piss." Paul stumbled as he left for the bathroom.

Mary Ann didn't want to be alone with the black man. "I'm going to tidy
up," she said, grabbing the empty cans and throwing them in the bowl of
chips. She left for the kitchen.

Peter nursed his beer until Paul came back. Paul practically fell in the
chair as he sat. "Hey Mary Ann, come here," he called, staring at Paul in the chair.

Mary Ann came out of the kitchen. "Yes, Peter?" she asked, aware that she was getting used to walking around nearly nude.

"Hey bro," Peter called around her. "Care if I fuck with your wife?"

"Peter!" Mary Ann was shocked.

"Ginger," said Peter. Mary Ann was stunned, but she quickly closed her
eyes and lowered her head, wondering what she had gotten herself into.
"Peter called to Paul again, "Just stop me if I go to far. Ginger, can
you hear me?"

"Yes."

"What do you want right now?"

"I want you to leave so that I can be with my husband." She hoped the
hint would cause Paul to jump in and save her.

"Why did you learn how to strip?"

"Paul wanted me to."

"Do you strip naked for him?"

"Yes."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

"Do you like showing off your sexy body?"

"Yes."

"What would be better than having Paul watch you strip naked?"

"I don't know."

"If you like showing off your body, then you should like showing it off
to men other than your husband. Paul is proud to have such a sexy wife.
You want your husband to be proud of you. Dance for me and remove your
bra."

"No, only for my husband."

"Open your eyes," said Peter. Mary Ann opened her eyes and stared a him.
"You don't see Peter. You see your husband Paul. You are staring at your
husband. You are alone with him. You want to strip naked for your
husband. Do you understand?"

There was no way Paul would let her strip naked. He was probably sitting
behind her waiting to jump in and stop this nonsense.
"I understand."

"Then strip naked, Mary Ann."

Mary Ann pretended to snap out of it. She smiled at the giant black man.
"Ready for the rest of the show, honey?"

"Can't wait," said Peter, grinning.

Mary Ann started dancing again. She reached behind her. Her hands
lingered near her bra clasp. She paused waiting for Paul to jump in, but
it never came. She unclasped the bra. Her hands flew up to cover her
breasts before she revealed them to Peter. Her hands were dainty, only
covering the area around her nipples. She spun around facing away from
Peter. Mary Ann could see Paul out of the corner of her eye, but he
wasn't interfering. She bent down and reached back to pull her thong
off. That wasn't so bad since he was essentially already staring at her
bare ass.

Mary Ann stood, now completely nude. She turned holding her arm across
her breasts and her hand over her shaved crotch. She still dance,
swaying her hips. She waited for Paul to come to her rescue.

"Show them goodies, woman." Peter was growing impatient.

Mary Ann delayed a few more seconds. She closed her eyes and dropped her
arms to her sides. Her smooth crotch made her feel more naked then she
normally would of. With her eyes closed she found it easier to pretend
she was standing before her husband. Mary Ann opened her eyes and bent
to grab her underwear.

"Freeze," said Peter and Mary paused to look at him. "Ginger." Mary
stood up and put her head down. Peter continued her humiliation. "Put
your hands in your hair and arch your back. Spread your stance a bit."
She obeyed, hearing his chair springs make a noise as he stood up. "Your
wife sure is a fox, buddy bro. How much did you pay for them titties?
They're perfect. They ain't real. I gotta see for myself. These real,
Ginger?"

Mary Ann stifled a gasp as she felt huge hands on her breasts. "Yes,"
she whispered as the hands squeezed and kneaded them. His fingers
concentrated on her nipples. He tweaked and twirled them. Mary felt them
harden as he touched them. First, her thick puffy nipples, then her
entire areola hardened at his touch. They were so swollen they were nearly painful.

Peter released one breast and concentrated on the other one. "They are
real. Mind if I taste them, buddy bro?" His lips clamped down over her
free nipple. Mary Ann stifled a whimper as his hot tongue swirled around
her nipple. She remained frozen in position as his hand left her breast.
His mouth switched to her other nipple. All her senses concentrated on
the mouth sucking on her nipple until she felt his hand slide down her
bare crotch. One finger slid between her legs and Mary Ann was
embarrassed that it found her crotch so wet for it. The finger easily
slid into her. It felt nearly as large as her husband's penis. She
whimpered and it turned into a moan. "Does that feel good, Ginger?"

"Yes." In fact, his finger was so skillful, she felt an orgasm growing.
Mary Ann tried to stifle it feeling that an orgasm would be a betrayal
of her husband. Of course, he had yet to stop his friend. Luckily, Peter
removed his finger before the dam could burst. She remained still,
hearing the chair squeak as he sat back down.

"Ginger, take two steps forward." Peter waited for her to obey. "Now
fall to your knees and open your eyes."

Mary Ann did and almost gasped. Peter had stripped down as he sat back
in the chair. He wasn't nude. He had opened his button down shirt and
pulled it open. His chest was very broad, with each muscle well defined.
Peter had also removed his pants. His boxers were swollen and bulged out. Her body was nearly between his legs.

"Pull down my shorts and grab my cock."

Mary Ann gasped at the order. The bulge in Peter's boxers was so
obscenely huge, she knew he'd be a lot bigger then Paul. "No, I can't do
it. This isn't right."

"Ginger, you are kneeling before your husband. When you look at me, you
will see Paul. When you hear me you will hear Paul."

"Paul?" said Mary Ann, giving a last plea for her husband to stop this
madness. And she did hear Paul, she heard a snore. He'd passed out some
time ago.

"Yes, I am Paul," continued Peter. "I am leaving tomorrow and you're
preparing to give me the best going away present you can think of.
You're going to give me the best blow job of your life. You are eager to please your husband and will do anything I say. Now wake up and get to work, Mary Ann."

Mary Ann was trapped and she knew it. She could refuse to do it, tell
Peter the truth and be humiliated for dancing nude for him. Not to
mention, letting him finger her and suck her nipples. Or she could just
go through with this and pretend she didn't know what she was doing.
Mary Ann reached up and put her hands on his knees.

It was almost funny, pretending the giant black man was her husband
Paul. Mary Ann slid one hand up his leg and grasped the bulge beneath
his shorts. She frowned at it's size.

"What's wrong, honey?" asked Peter.

"You feel a lot bigger then normal, Paul." Mary Ann found herself
loosening up a little. In a strange way this was fun.

"Lets play a game, Mary Ann."

"Sure, honey. I love games." Mary Ann was frowning now as she slid her
hand up the shaft. This had to be some kind of joke. There was no way Peter's penis could be that big.

"You know how I told you about Peter's big black cock?"

"Uh.. no."

"Sure you do. I've showered with Peter and he has this massive black
cock that makes mine look like a little white worm. I want you to
pretend I'm Peter."

"That's strange, dear." May Ann squeezed the end of Peter's cock. It was
as hard as a billiard ball.

"Don't you want to make me happy? It'll be fun. Pretend I'm Peter.
You're reaching in to grab Peter's giant black cock. Take it out honey,
see how big a real man's cock looks like."

Mary Ann reached into the boxers. "Oh my god Paul... Peter, you cock
feels so big and hard." It was hot too.

"Look at your first black cock, you little white slut."

Mary Ann pulled it out and was awed by what she saw. She actually pulled
her hand away from it in fear and the big cock smacked down against
Peter's hard stomach. "Good god almighty."

"Hurry up and start sucking slut. We don't want your husband to wake
up." Peter lifted his hips and pushed his shorts down.

Mary Ann gazed a Peter's huge black balls. Each was as big as one of her
fists. Paul's entire scrotum didn't match one of Peter's testicles. She
reached out and grasped the base of his shaft. It actually strained her
to pull it up off his stomach. The head looked strange. It was wrinkly
with no helmet. The pee slit peeked out from the wrinkles. She
jerked the shaft down and she watched as the head emerged from the
wrinkles. She'd never seen an uncircumcised penis before, but guessed
that was the reason the head looked so different from her husband's. Of
course, the head that emerged from the foreskin was very different from
her husband's. Where Paul's penis head was the size of a grape, a little
smaller then the shaft, Peter's was much wider then an already thick
shaft. It was as large as a small apple and it looked as hard.

"Well, it's waiting."

Mary Ann tentatively pulled the huge black cock down towards her mouth.
"I've never seen a cock this big before, Peter," she said loudly. Mary
Ann hoped her husband had woken up and would put a stop to this, but no
intervention came. She started by sticking her tongue out and running it
around the hard, swollen head. The tip had emerged fully from the
foreskin now. The crown was flared and pronounced. Her tongue followed
it around, circling the big head, then her tongue licked up and over the
tip. The pee slit was now leaking copious amounts of precum. She tasted
another man's fluids for the first time.

"Why don't you start by licking my balls. Then you can work your way
up."

Mary Ann moved farther down between his legs. She was amazed his cock
was as long as her head. Mary Ann started licking one of his testicles.
The black man's testicles were each larger then Paul's entire scrotum.
They matched the huge cock well and she wondered at the sperm they would
produce. She licked his second testicle. It was unpleasant as they were
hairy, but they smelled nice. Peter had apparently anticipated getting a
blow job tonight from his date. His entire crotch smelled fresh and
clean. Thank god for little favors.

Mary Ann pulled back to pick a hair out of her mouth. She returned to
his balls and started licking up the underside of his cock to avoid his
hairy crotch. The base of the shaft was thick with a large prominent
vein running up it's length.

"You know, honey," said Peter. "How would you like to try the real
thing? I'm going to be gone a long time. I could tell Peter to come over
and keep you company until he leaves."

Warning bells went off in Mary Ann's head. "I couldn't do that, Paul.
It's morally wrong and the idea of making love to any man but you is
repugnant to me." She hadn't considered, she'd be at Peter's mercy for a
month until the black man left. She'd be a virtual slave to his whims.
The thought sent a shudder through her body, but fresh fluid suddenly
coated her vagina.

"I didn't say you could quit licking, woman." Peter waited until she
returned to the base of his cock. Mary Ann, you wouldn't be making love
to Peter. You'd be fucking him. Imagine getting your brains fucked out
by a giant black cock."

Mary Ann shuddered again at the coarse language, but it seemed
appropriate to the situation. "No," she murmured, licking farther up his
shaft.

"It would make me very happy. I want you to do it."

Mary Ann closed her eyes as her tongue once again approached the big
knobby cock head. "I will do it." she said. All she'd have to do is avoid Peter for a month. Even better, she could pretend Paul had removed her hypnotic commands. "Anything to make you happy, Paul." She smiled slyly as she licked back up over the crown.

"Great now lets get back into character. "Time to start sucking that
black cock, bitch. Just imagine what it would feel like shoved in that
white pussy of yours."

Mary Ann's vagina gave a little spasm as if it liked the idea. The
situation had her horny and it made her feel like a slut. She took the
entire cock head into her mouth and couldn't help wondering what it would feel like in her pussy. No woman could take this monster in her, but according to Paul, Peter never lacked for dates.

Sucking the big cock head sure was a lot different then sucking her
husband's little penis and she now did consider it little. Paul's penis
she could swallow whole, the head just tickled the inside on her throat,
but Peter's head alone seemed to fill her entire mouth. Mary Ann
couldn't help gagging as the tip entered her throat.
 
"Way to get into character, honey," laughed Peter. Sucking a a real
man's cock would make you gag. Swallow that black cock, beeyutch." Peter
laughed again while Mary Ann struggled to take the thick cock head in her throat.

Mary Ann did manage to take some of it without gagging. She had to
settle for sucking on five or six inches while jerking off the rest.
Peter quit laughing and ended up making little upwards thrusts with his
hips, grunting with each thrust. One large black hand cupped the back of
her head and helped guide her. The hand controlled her speed, sometimes
urging her to swallow another inch or so, sometimes holding her still
with half his cock buried in her throat. After an impressive amount of
time, Peter's cock began to swell. His hands urged her to suck faster.
Eventually, he held her still. His cock began pumping and she could feel
his seed striking the deepest recesses of her throat. Peter pulled his
still squirting cock out of her throat and sperm filled her mouth. She
swallowed just as Peter pulled his cock all the way out and shot a final
wad at her face. Mary Ann thought he was done, but the black man bent
his cock down and squeezed more semen out of his shaft, rubbing it
against her nipples.

"Nice, baby," said Peter. "Is there any beer left?"

"I believe there's one left, Paul."

"Go clean up, then get me the beer." Peter spanked her ass as she stood
up and passed him. Mary Ann gave a little jump as his hand made contact.

Mary Ann entered the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. "Wow,
can that black man cum," she said looking at the mess on her face.
She cleaned her face and the sperm coating her nipples. Satisfied with
her looks, Mary decided to end this game right now. She'd leave the
bathroom and pretend nothing had happened. Of course, her clothes were
still in the living room. Nude, she walked out and smiled at the black
man. "Hi Peter, I didn't know you were still here."

"Must of fallen asleep."

"Hey, I think there's one beer left. Want it?"

"Sure, " said Peter following her into the kitchen. "Doesn't anything
seem strange to you?"

"Nope. Why?" Mary Ann fetched the beer out of the refrigerator and
opened it for Peter."

"We're both nude."

Mary Ann blinked like she was waking up from a trance. "Oh my god, you
are nude!" She stared at his crotch as if seeing it for the first
time. "And you're cock is huge. It's so big and black." She also noticed
that it was rising to half mast again. "What's going on?" She covered
her nipples with her arm and her crotch with her hand. "Get out or I'll
call Paul." Mary Ann was having fun with this game until...

"Ginger."

Mary Ann stood up and dropped her arms. Her head hung down towards her
chest. Yes, this game had been fun, but it could get dangerous. She
tried to keep from moaning as Peter's fingers started tweaking her
nipples. His hands slid down her breasts to her waist. His grip
tightened and she felt herself being lifted. Her ass came to rest on the
kitchen counter. Peter pulled her legs open and moved between them. Her
body jerked as the thick head of his cock came to rest right on the
opening of her vagina. Their crotches were perfectly lined up to fuck.
"What's going on," she whispered trying to push Peter off her.

"Nothing," said Peter in her ear. "You're having a fantasy. Pretending
to suck on Peter's big black cock earlier made you horny. Now you're
pretending you're about to get fucked by his big black cock." As he
spoke his cock head was getting lubricated with her juices as it nudged
against her. "You know that Peter could give you the best fuck of your
life. You crave getting fucked by his big black cock. What do you crave,
Ginger?"

"I crave getting fucked by Peter's big black cock," whispered Mary Ann
as her pussy stretched wide open around his cock head.

"Gawd damn, that's one tight hot pussy," groaned Peter as a little more
of his cock pushed in. "If I'd known you were this hot, I'd of fucked
you a long time ago. How long have you fantasized about getting some
Black dick?"

"Never," said Mary Ann through gritted teeth.
Her pussy was so stretched there was far more discomfort then pleasure.
As Peter pushed past the halfway point, her hands came up to his hard
stomach and pushed back.

"Wrong Ginger, you've fantasized about black dick your whole life."
Peter held back from pushing more in, letting her get used to his size.
Eventually her dainty little hands quit pushing against him. They slid
around and grabbed his waist. "Getting fucked by a black man is what
you've always wanted. Tell me what you want."

Mary Ann's pussy was getting used to his size. She found herself raising her crotch into his thrusts. "I w-want to get f-fucked by a black cock."

"What's happening, Ginger."

"I'm going to c-cum." It was going to be a big one too, possibly the
biggest ever. Peter's cock was pure pleasure now. It felt like it had
been designed for her pussy. He finally buried his entire cock in her
and just as the orgasm was about to break, he yanked it out. "No," she
begged.

"Fuck." Peter was ducking under the counter.

Paul had woken up. He stumbled into the kitchen not seeing anyone. Peter
ducked out past him. Mary Ann jumped off the counter just as her husband
brushed past, grabbed the wastebasket, and loudly regurgitated into it.

Mary Ann quickly left the kitchen and found Peter standing before her
halfway dressed. "Ginger, hurry and bend over the couch. I can fuck you real quick."

Mary Ann was on her way to the couch when Paul cried out for her.
"Honey!"

"Ginger," said Peter. She froze, closed her eyes, and held her head
down. Peter took her hand and placed it on his cock as he finished buttoning his shirt. "Open your eyes and look at my cock. You love that black cock. You need that black cock. You want to fuck and suck that big black cock. If Paul tries to fuck you before he leaves, you will pretend you're fucking Peter's black cock as Paul cannot satisfy you.

"Mary Ann," came Paul's forlorn cry from the kitchen as he threw up
again.

"You will remember tonight as a vivid dream that made you horny. Horny
for big black cock. You will stay horny until you get the big black cock that you crave. Now wake up and go help your husband, Mary Ann."

Peter left as he finished speaking and a very confused and frustrated Mary Ann entered the kitchen to help her drunk husband.


Part 2


Mary Ann woke up horny and frustrated with the phrase, "big black cock"
in her head, left over from a dream. Nor was her horniness satisfied
when her husband pulled her on top of him. He seemed delighted to find
her soaked and ready, but having tasted Peter's black cock in her pussy
last night, she barely felt her husband's penis. "Sorry about last
night," whispered Paul, working his penis in and out of her.

"I understand," she whispered back. Paul had gotten too drunk last night
and passed out. Unfortunately, he passed out after telling his black
friend that Mary Ann was open to hypnotic suggestions which wasn't true.
It was just a sex game they played, but Peter had taken advantage of
her. She had the choice of looking like a perverted slut or playing
along and pretending she had no control over her actions. She played
along. She'd ended up sucking Peter off and taking his giant cock up her
pussy. Luckily, they'd been interrupted before Peter could really fuck
Her or cum in her unprotected womb.

Mary Ann's horniness faded while she showered and the sadness set in.
Paul grew quiet and reserved as he put on his gear. She started to cry
in their car as he drove to the bus station on base. Mary Ann hugged and
kissed her husband, not wanting to let him go. "I love you," she told
him looking in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it.

"You'd better come back."

"Course babe. We’re gonna start a family."

The bus driver honked the horn. Paul reluctantly released his wife as
did many other departing soldiers. Mary Ann waved as the bus drove off.
She returned to their car and sat crying for a good thirty minutes
before she was able to drive.

Mary Ann felt empty inside as she drove away from the bus stop. She
didn't feel like doing anything, but there were some things she needed
at the Super Wal-Mart which was nearby.

Mary pushed her cart down the aisles of the Wal-Mart. The guilt she had
felt last night began to grow stronger. Peter and his huge throbbing
black cock kept popping into her mind. Having twelve inches of dark meat
buried in her pussy had felt incredible and she couldn't stop thinking
about it. Her husband was gone for less then an hour and all she could
think about was Peter. She'd need to avoid him.

"Mary Ann!"

Of course it was Peter. "Hey... Peter," she said hesitantly. She vaguely
remembered him mentioning that he needed to pick some things up last night. How could she have forgotten?

"Paul get off alright?"

"Yes. About an hour ago." She stifled a sob and a tear ran down her
cheek.

"I truly am sorry," said Peter, sympathetically.

"Thanks."

"Some night, huh?" he asked. The black man stared intently
into her face as he spoke.

Mary Ann could feel the color rising in her cheeks and hoped he wouldn't
notice. "S-sure was," she stuttered a little. "We all drank a little too
much. What time did you leave? I don't even remember Paul coming to
bed."

"I see. Well, it was pretty late." Peter paused and stared at her.

Mary Ann waited until the silence grew uncomfortable. "Yes?"

"Nothing. Look I'll see you around."

"Wait!," she said as he turned to leave. "If I don't see you, take
care." Peter was shipping out several weeks after her husband.

"Thanks. I will." Peter headed off down the aisle.

Mary Ann breathed a sigh of relief. The way the military was going,
Peter could leave and she'd never have to see him and his big black cock
again. Damn, that monster was something special. She'd enjoyed sucking
on it. She'd even enjoyed it when he came in her mouth and those big
balls of his could pump out some amount of sperm. She'd even enjoyed
stripping for him.
 
"Good, you're still here," said Peter, returning. "I brought you some
steaks."

"Uh... why'd you bring me steaks?" she asked as he added the two filets
to her cart.

"Cause you're cooking me a nice dinner tonight."

"I am? I had plans," she lied.

"Cancel them. I like my steak medium rare. Put some of this on it."
Peter held up a jar of spice. "It's ginger."

Mary Ann froze and her mouth fell open.

"Ginger, It's your idea to cook dinner for me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," muttered Mary Ann.

"Have it ready at seven. Wear this." Peter threw something black into
her cart. "Just that and nothing else. Tell me something, Ginger. What
did you dream about last night?"

"Your black cock," said Mary Ann without hesitating. Peter had told her
to dream about his cock and she truthfully had.

"Excellent. Now awaken, Mary Ann."

Mary Ann shook her head. "Really, Peter, it's no trouble. Come by around
seven, ok?"

"Sounds great. I could use a home cooked meal. See you at seven." Peter
winked at her and with a broad grin, he turned and left.

Mary Ann's knees almost gave out and she held herself up by tightly
gripping the cart. Damn. Damn, she thought. Why had she froze? Why
didn't she pretend nothing had happened. She could of told him Paul had
removed her command phrase, but it was too late now.

Mary Ann reached into her cart and pulled out the lingerie Peter had
given her. It was a very sheer black bra and thong. Despite being
skimpier then anything she owned, Mary thought it would look great on
her. She sighed and wondered what her options were now.

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

Mary Ann opted to run. An hour to go before Peter's arrival, she threw
on her sweats and decided to make a run for it. She'd tell him something
came up that she had to take care of immediately. Unfortunately, she
bumped into Peter in the driveway. "Hey M.A, what's the rush? Forget
something you needed for dinner?"

"Peter! You're early!"

"Yeah, I was sittin around with nothing better to do and thought I'd see
if you needed help. I was hungry for some steaks."

"Oh... ok... then... come on in and I will get started early." Mary Ann
turned and entered her house with Peter close behind her.

"Ginger," he said.

Mary Ann froze and felt the color draining from her face. Luckily, he
was behind her and couldn't see her turn white.

"Ginger," he said again, "you're going to wait on me hand and foot. You
will not allow me to help you. It's your job as a woman to serve a
superior male like me."

What a load of crap, thought Mary Ann.

"Halfway through dinner you will get the urge to suck on my cock. You
will crave my cum. You will remember sucking on my cock last night and
that you loved it. My cum is the best thing you ever tasted. You're urge
will grow until you can't resist it anymore and you beg me to let you
suck it again."

Dammit! She might as well have been hypnotized anyway. She couldn't get
the image of Peter's giant black cock waving before her face as it
approached her throat. The feel of it sliding between her lips. His hot
cum pumping into her mouth. She did want to suck his cock again.

"Mary Ann," said Peter, pausing as he waited for her to come out of her
trance. "So need any help in the kitchen?"

"Ah... no, but thanks. Sweet of you to ask. I'll take care of
everything. I invited you to dinner after all. Just go watch some TV and I'll get you a beer. I think you two left one last night."

"Actually, I brought a bottle of wine." Peter removed a brown bag from
inside his coat."

"I'll get us two glasses then."

Peter poured the wine as Mary returned with the glasses. "Cheers," he
said and the two drank. Peter refilled her glass.

"I'll go get started then."

"Wait. You're cooking in that?"

Mary Ann paused, confused. Then she remembered the lingerie. "Oh, of
course not. Silly me. I'll change into something more appropriate for
dinner." Mary Ann took her wine with her. She'd need it to get through
the night. Maybe she could pretend to be drunk and passed out before
things got to out of hand? Of course, if he thought he was taking advantage of a hypnotized woman, why would he stop with a drunk woman?

Several minutes later, Mary Ann returned downstairs. "Is this a little
more appropriate for cooking?" A thrill ran down her spine at Peter's
hungry stare. He'd done a good job with the lingerie. It hugged her
figure, pushing her breasts together and upwards making them look even
bigger. Her ass was completely exposed. The sheer material left nothing
to the imagination. Everything was visible from her curly bush to her
hard nipples poking through the top.

"Much better," replied Peter.

"I'll get the steaks started then." She walked past him and she could
feel his eyes staring at her ass. Strange, but she felt completely
comfortable wearing next to nothing in front of Peter. Mary Ann was
definitely coming out of her shell. "Go ahead and turn the TV on."

"I think I'll watch you cook instead." And Peter did just that. He came
into the kitchen and sat at the table while she prepared his dinner. His
eyes never left her except to fill their wine glasses whenever she got a
break from cooking. "Smells great," he said, as the smell of roast meat
filled the kitchen.

Mary Ann finished the plates, adding potatoes and beans. The plates were
still steaming as she brought them over to the table. The two sat down
to eat. Peter was dressed normally and Mary Ann was for all purposes, naked. Mary Ann downed another glass of wine. "Whew, I should slow down," she said as Peter tipped the bottle, refilling her glass. "I'm starting to feel drunk." Mary ate some of her steak. "Oh my god," she said softly to herself staring at the big black man.

"What's wrong?"

"Ah... was I drunk last night?"

"Quite drunk."

"Did I suck your cock? God, I remember everything now. No, that can't be
right. It can't be."

"You did and you seemed to enjoy it rather immensely. Paul was passed out in the chair. I tried to stop you, but you were like an animal trying to cram my black cock into your mouth."

"No. I must have dreamed I did it. That doesn't sound like me. You were
too big to be real."

"But that was what drove you crazy. You saw how big it was and had to
have it."

Mary Ann pushed her chair back. She was ashamed at how much she was
enjoying this game. She fell to her knees and walked on them over to
where Peter was sitting.

"Mary Ann, what are you doing?" he asked, turning so that she could slide in between his legs.

"I need to suck you again. I need it so bad."

"No Mary Ann, it's wrong. Your husband is my best friend."

"I don't care." Her hands fumbled with the buttons on his trousers and
she could feel his big cock swelling under the fabric. "I gotta suck you
off again." Her gasp of awe was real as she freed his cock and the hard
shaft sprang forth. She'd never get used to seeing this monster.

Mary Ann let her tongue twirl around the tip.
"I think I like your cock more then my husband's," she said, feeling
guilty as soon as the words came out of her mouth. They were heartfelt
though. Peter's foot long cock was something special. She pulled his
foreskin down as she took the head in her mouth and started sucking on
it. She took it deeper. The head pushed into her throat. Mary Ann bobbed
her head rapidly. She tried not to gag as the cock slid in and out of
her throat. She was attacking the black cock with a gusto she hadn't
shown last night. It was really as if she couldn't get enough of Peter's
cock.

"You know how to treat a black cock," said Peter. "Freeze Ginger," he
ordered. Mary Ann stopped with seven inches of cock crammed in her
mouth. "You will never question sucking my cock again. You will suck it
if I ask, any place, any time. "What's one of your favorite things to
do?"

Mary Ann pulled her head back and gasped for air as Peter's cock head
left her mouth. "Hmm... horseback riding, I guess."

"No, it‘s not. Now it's sucking black cock. Whenever you see a horse you will think of black cock. Fuck that, whenever you see a black man you will want to suck his black cock. What's one of your favorite things to do?"

"Of that's easy, Peter." Mary Ann smiled at him. "Sucking black cock."

"Then why aren't you sucking?" Peter waited until she had her mouth
planted over his cock head again. "And never forget to thank me for
letting you suck my cock, Mary Ann."

Mary Ann immediately started bobbing her head again. She sucked rapidly,
stroking his shaft with one hand. Her other hand cupped his large
testicles and kneaded them as she sucked. Peter moaned, obviously
enjoying it. She could feel his cock hardening in her throat. The flared
ridge on his cock head scraped her tonsils. With a groan, Peter's cock
spit forth a large stream of semen down her throat. His shaft continued
to jerk, shooting more sperm into her belly. Mary Ann pulled her neck
back and let more cum fill her mouth. She rolled it on her tongue before
swallowing.  

Peter pulled his cock back and Mary Ann continued to jerk the shaft
licking up whatever semen she could squeeze out. "Yum, your sperm tastes
so good," she said, almost believing it. She could grow used to the
taste. Paul's ejaculate had never amounted enough to get a feel for the
true taste of semen. "Peter," said Mary Ann, rubbing his still hard shaft along her cheek. "I want to thank you for letting me suck this monster. I really appreciate it." She kissed his shaft a few times.

"Yeah sure, but if you want to do it again, you'll have to learn to deep
throat more."

"I can do better, Peter. Just give me the chance."

"We'll see. So, what do you want to do tonight?"
Peter pulled his pants up.

Mary Ann stood up and wiped some semen off her chin "I'm still pretty
upset about Paul. I'm just going to go to bed early."

"I brought a movie over I thought we might watch."

"I guess that might be ok."

"Do you have a DVD in the bedroom?"

"Yeah, but I don't think it's appropriate to watch it there."

"You'll just have to keep your hands off me. Finish the dishes and I'll
be upstairs waiting for you." Peter winked at her as he left.

"Male pig," whispered Mary Ann when she was alone. She picked up the
remains of their dinner and cleaned up the dishes. Paul and their stupid
game had gotten them into some deep shit. There was no turning back now
other then confessing and she wasn't about to do that.

Peter was naked on her bed when she came upstairs. The muscles on his
chest were hard and flexed as he leaned against the headboard. His cock
looked like a stunted third leg laying between his thighs. He patted the
sheets beside him. "Come sit and we'll watch the movie." She crawled
into bed beside him and he pressed play on the remote.

The movie was called "Garbage Men". "They're here to pick up the white
trash" was the subtitle. It opened with a top heavy white woman vacuuming her carpet. The strange thing was that she was wearing lingerie while she did her chores. The lingerie was a black teddy with thong underwear. The doorbell rang. The woman shut off the vacuum and opened the door, peaking around the door to protect her modesty. "We're here for our bonus," said one of two black men wearing sanitation overalls. "What bonus?" said the woman. "It's Martin Luther King weekend, lady. You is always supposed to tip the garbage men." The woman frowned. "My husband didn't leave anything for a tip. Come in and I'll try to find something to give you." The men entered her house and smiled at each other when they saw her outfit. "I think we know what you can tip us." Music started as the men took the housewife into their arms and started kissing her.

"Peter, This is a porno!" Mary Ann had never seen a porno before. The
woman was now nude and kneeling between the men. She was alternating
sucking on two very large cocks.

"Don't like dirty movies?"

"No! They're degrading to women."

"Ginger," said Peter with a grin. Mary Ann got a vacant look on her
face. "Stand up, remove your lingerie, and lay beside me. I want you to
stare at the movie." As Peter spoke, Mary Ann was stripping as nude as he was. "Garbage Men is your favorite movie. You love interracial porno. Watch the black cocks in the movie. You find them fascinating. You love the sluts in the movie. You want to act like them, talk like them, fuck like them. You'll do anything they do. You can't resist a big black cock and mine is your favorite. You cannot resist my cock. You will obey everything that I tell you to do because of my cock, Mary Ann."

"What Peter?"

"Why'd you take the lingerie off?"

"I don't know... I guess I was just really hot. Don't worry this outfit
is fine," said Mary Ann running her hand down her nude body. "Now shut
up and let me watch the movie. "Garbage Men" is my favorite you know.
Odd, but I can't remember what happens next. God, those bitches are so
lucky to be getting those two fine black cocks. I wish I was on their
route."

"Play with my cock while you watch."

"Yes, Peter." Mary Ann ran her hand down Peter's hard stomach and
grabbed his penis. It hardened rapidly. It stayed hard throughout the
movie. The black garbage men fucked six women during the movie. Two were
lonely housewives, the white one at the beginning and an Asian woman.
Both got double penetrated. Mary Ann couldn't believe they took such big
cocks up their asses. She found herself actually liking the movie. One scene was a mother/daughter with the garbage men. One did the mom while the other did the daughter. The daughter went over to a friends, both women were in cheerleading uniforms. The black men made the two girls do a lesbian scene before fucking them. "They need to make more movies like this, Peter."

"They make plenty like this, lovely lady. I brought more with me. We can
watch them tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Oh yeah. I thought I'd move in with you until I ship out. I'll be your
husband while Paul's gone. You can cook my breakfast and dinner and we
can fuck every night. How’s that sound?" he asked, while making his penis jerk in her hand.

Mary Ann hesitated. Feeling his cock jerk reminded her that she'd been
ordered to do whatever Peter told her. "It sounds wonderful, Peter."

"Good. Ready to get fucked?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe you."

She'd also been ordered to talk like the porno sluts. "Please fuck me
Peter. My pussy needs you big black cock. I need to be fucked by a real
man."

Peter sat up and kneeled between Mary Ann's legs. "I want you to put it
in. This is your new master, whore."

Fluid ran down Mary Ann's ass crack, soaking her anus. She'd never been
this wet before. A giant foot long black cock was pointed at her pussy.
The monster was nearly as thick as her wrist and a huge serpentine head
was leaking precum as it poked out of it's foreskin. "Oh god, fuck me."
Mary Ann reached out to grab it and guided it into her pussy. The head
was just stretching her out when she came to her senses. "Oh no! Wait!"
Mary Ann grabbed below the head, but Peter just pushed several inches
through her hand as his cock pushed deeper into her fertile womb. "You
gotta wear a condom."

"Ginger," replied Peter. "You don't want me to wear a condom."

"I don't want you to wear a condom, Peter, but I'm very fertile right
now. Paul and I were trying to conceive when he got called up."

"There's no need for a condom. You're not fertile. It's perfectly safe."
Peter pushed his cock deeper. The head nudged against her womb. "I've
had a vasectomy. There's nothing to fear.

"You've really...ah had...ah ah vasectomy?" Peter was jerking his cock
inside her pussy and Mary Ann was humping her hips with pleasure.

"Oh yes. No babies for me," lied Peter. "But you wish I hadn't. You want
my black baby in that belly. I want you to beg for a black baby.
Understand, Mary Ann?"

"Oh Peter. Fuck me Peter. Give me that black cock."

Peter scooped her knees under his arms and began pumping his hips. He'd
never failed to make a woman orgasm in this position and Mary Ann was no
exception. Her pussy clamped down around his dick as she gave a high
pitched howl of pleasure. She looked unbelievably sexy at that moment.
She'd begun to sweat and her skin glistened in the light. Her belly was
undulating as she arched her back. Her nipples were as hard as rocks,
straight and pointy as her chest heaved. "I love that white pussy,
slut," growled Peter continuing to slam his shaft home. "Who'd you
rather have fucking you, me or Paul?"

"You," she gasped. "I'd rather fuck you." And it was true. Peter's large
cock was making her body react in ways she'd never even dreamed about.
Her pussy was spasming around his shaft as she had what felt like one
long continuous orgasm and it was building up towards an even bigger
one. "Oh Peter, I... I love your cock so much better then Paul's." Mary
Ann almost started crying, a mixture of sadness and extreme pleasure.

"Well you are about to love it even more. Gettin close."

Mary Ann couldn't stop cumming and the large orgasm was almost ready to
burst. "Fill my pussy. Give me your baby, Peter. Put a black baby in my
belly."

"Here come my boys... Ugh." Peter grunted as he emptied his balls.

The damn burst and Mary Ann's entire body tensed up from her orgasm. She
was still cumming as Peter dropped her legs and collapsed on top of her.
He wasn't done cumming either. His cock continued to jerk inside her
sending more wads of sperm into her womb.

Mary Ann laid buried beneath him for a good half hour. Peter's heavy
breathing had deepened as he had fallen asleep. She couldn't take his
weight and rolled the large black man off her. His now soft cock plopped
out of her releasing a torrent of sperm from her pussy. Mary Ann got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean herself up.

Later, Mary Ann fell asleep contentedly and with no regrets. This had
been the most fulfilling night of her life.

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

Mary Ann was sleeping the sleep of a contented woman. She was dreaming
about black garbage men when she was suddenly awoken by pressure on her
anus. She jerked her ass forwards, but Peter's hand clamped down over
her hip holding her in place. His hand was in her butt crack and his
finger was circling her anus, coating the rim with something slick.
"What are you doing?"

"I'm preparing your ass." Peter sat up in bed and got on his knees. He
pulled Mary Ann up so that she was on all fours. She glanced at the
alarm. It read 4:00am just as his finger probed her anus again. He
removed it and Mary Ann felt something cold rest on her back. It was a
jar of Vaseline she guessed as his finger returned to her asshole
covered in the stuff. This time he pushed his finger in causing her to
gasp. "Ah... preparing my ass for what?" she asked.

"So I can fuck it, slut." The finger pulled out again and he picked up
the jar of Vaseline. This time he threw the jar on the bed. His finger
didn't return, but she could hear squishing sounds and correctly guessed
he was coating his cock with it. "Don't you remember how you wanted to
try everything in the movie, bitch?"

The black garbage men had fucked quite a few asses in the movie. In
fact, they had fucked the ass of every woman in the movie and in most
cases the woman always had two cocks at once in several of her holes. "Ah.. Peter, they weren't as big as you. It'll kill me. And I don't like it when you call me slut or bitch."

"You can take it. I've only fucked one other bitch who could handle my
cock in her ass."

"But..."

"Aw fuck this! Ginger. You want my cock up your ass. There's no pain.
You'll love every fucking inch of black cock you can get up your ass."
Peter placed his sticky Vaseline covered hand on her ass cheek and
guided his slick cock down her ass cheeks. "And you love being called a
slut or a bitch. Every time I call you a slut you're gonna desperately
crave my cock. Every time I call you a bitch you're gonna cum like a
bitch in heat. Got that?"

"Yes, Peter," responded Mary Ann. She'd never thought of this happening when she had first pretended to be hypnotized.

"What do you want, Mary Ann?"

"Please fuck my ass. Fuck your slut's ass with your big cock." Words she
never imagined she'd ever say. The head was pressing against her anus
now. The pressure grew until her tiny puckered rosebud began to open for
it. "Aaarrrggggh," she cried as her ass gave in to the pressure and
Peter's thick cock head pushed in.

"What's wrong, slut?"

"N-nothing, Peter. I l-love it," she lied, through gritted teeth. The
pain was nearly unbearable. "F-fuck my ass." The head pushed deeper helped along by the Vaseline. Mary Ann's anal muscles contracted involuntarily in an attempt to push him out, but nothing could stop Peter's cock. He kept slowly pushing it deeper until it would go no farther. She had taken eight or nine inches.

"Gawd damn, that back is fucking tight," growled Peter. He wasn't
moving. He just held his cock still.

Slowly the pain began to fade. Mary Ann's sphincter relaxed as it grew
used to the invader. Peter began to slowly move his cock.
Her ass closed then expanded as he shoved it right back. It felt
strange, maybe a little pleasant. Suddenly it was very pleasant as Mary
Ann trembled from a very large orgasm. Peter had reached around under
his balls and stuck two fingers into her pussy. The joint stimulation
sent spasms of pleasure up her body. Peter had very skilled fingers.
Mary Ann's clit was hardening under his strokes. She came again and
again. Eventually Peter lost control. He pulled his fingers out, grabbed
her hips, and started fucking her ass hard. Her butt hole filled with
semen as he pulled his squirting cock out of her ass and shot several
loads across her back. Peter rolled over and fell on the bed exhausted.

The aftermath of getting your ass fucked wasn't very pleasant. Her ass
squished all the way to the bathroom and it took forever for his sperm to leak out of both holes as she sat on the toilet. Mary Ann took a shower afterwards and returned to her bed. Peter got up when she returned and took his own shower. Instead of leaving when he
finished, he crawled back into bed beside her and pulled her into his
arms. Mary Ann fell asleep encircled by muscular black arms with Peter's
soft cock nestled against her ass.

When Mary Ann woke up, his cock wasn't soft anymore. "Come and get your
breakfast," Peter tiredly whispered in her ear.

Mary Ann found herself giving her typical morning blow job to an
atypical cock. She surprised herself by putting a lot of effort into
sucking Peter off. She massaged his balls while swallowing more then
half of Peter's thick black shaft. He came and Mary Ann swallowed as
rapidly as she could, but some semen still leaked out between her lips.

Peter stood afterwards and Mary Ann admired his physique. "I gotta get
going to work. I think I'm in the mood for pork chops tonight. There's"
some more movies with my coat. Watch them.

Mary Ann had the pork chops ready when he returned. Her pussy was also
ready for him after watching interracial porno all day.

The rest of the week was a blur of sucking and fucking. Peter slowly
moved his things into her house, pushing some of her husband's stuff out
of the way in the closet. Mary Ann found herself doing his laundry and
cooking two meals a day for Peter.

Two weeks into their relationship their routine changed. Peter took her
out for drinks. Mary Ann saw a few of Paul and her friends, but other
then some strange glances, most knew of Paul's friendship with Peter.
Peter also saw some old girlfriends, but ignored their efforts to get
his attention.

Mary Ann was quite drunk when they got home.
Peter stripped her then pulled his own clothes off. He sat on the edge
of the bed. "Straddle me," he ordered.

Mary Ann did whatever she was told. Her pussy seemed to soak whenever
she saw Peter's hard cock. She straddled his penis and sank it deep into
her pussy. "I love your cock, Peter."  Peter pulled her down until she was on top of him. "I love you, Peter," she whispered, without looking at him. His hands dug into her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, but he didn't respond. Something nudged against her ass. "What's this!"

"It's just my buddy, Orlando. I told him he could fuck your ass."

"But Peter..." Mary Ann looked like she would cry as the stranger's cock
entered her ass.

"Ginger. You don't love me. You're nothing but a fuck slut for black
cock."

"Fuck and I didn't believe it," said Orlando. He was a chubby black man.
He had a nice big cock, but it was smaller then Peter's. "The white
bitch will really do whatever you tell her?"

"Sure as shit, bro." Peter looked back at Mary Ann. "You want this,
Ginger. Having three black men is a dream come true, Mary Ann."

"Three?" asked Mary Ann. Just as a tall skinny black man moved into
view. His cock was like his body, long and thin, probably a foot in
length like Peter's, but not as thick.

"That's Lamar. I owe him some money. I told them that your pussy is mine
until I ship out, but they could use your other holes.

Mary Ann hated to admit it, but taking two black cocks at once was
better then just one. Her ass was used to getting stuffed now and she
took Orlando easily. During one of many orgasms, she screamed with
pleasure and Lamar stuck his cock head into her mouth. Soon all three
holes were full of black cock.

Orlando and Lamar came back a couple more nights over the last two
weeks. Mary Ann even cooked dinner while nude for all three black men
and gave them all blow jobs while they ate.

The time came for Peter to ship out. Mary Ann could barely compose
herself she was so upset. She was crying and more upset now then when
her husband had left, but she didn't care anymore. She kissed and hugged
Peter. Her nipples were so hard they ached as Peter held her tightly
against his chest. Finally he released her. "Peter, I need to tell you
something."

"You were never hypnotized," he responded."

"What?” Mary Ann took a step back from him in surprise. “How did you know?"

"Paul told me he hypnotized you to quit smoking when we were in the bar.
Funny thing though, you disappeared to go to the bathroom and came back
stinking of smoke. Why'd you go along with it?"

"I don't know. I guess I just discovered I liked to show off my body. I
liked men telling me what to do and pretending I had no control over
it."

"Keep it up." Peter winked with a grin on his face. He reached out and tweaked her nipple through her blouse before he turned and boarded the bus.

"Ow," said Mary Ann gritting her teeth as her nipple ached where he had pinched it. They’d both been sensitive lately. She also had to pee
again and she had just gone to the bathroom a short time ago. “Why do you want me to keep it up,“ she called up to him.“ It looked like Peter motioned with his fingers for her to turn around. Mary Ann turned and found herself looking at Orlando and Lamar.

Orlando grinned broadly showing off one gold tooth. "Peter said your
pussy was his until he left. Now it's ours."

"But..."

"Ginger," said Orlando.

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

Paul called home and got a deep pissed off sounding voice on the phone.
The man passed the phone to Mary Ann who said, "Paul, I don't want you
to call again. I love you, but I'm not the same woman I was when you
left."

"She loves this thing more then you, buddy," said the man’s voice in the
background.

"But Mary Ann, what happened? How could you change in two months?"

"It just happened. I'm happy, Paul. I want a divorce. Don't call again."
Mary Ann hung up the phone.

Paul did call again, but she never answered. Eventually the line was
disconnected. Months later, he got several weeks leave. He returned
home, but Mary Ann had moved out and he found his things in storage.

Paul did see Mary Ann one last time. Lonely, bored, and drunk, he
wandered into a nearby strip bar the day before his leave was over. The
club had some hot dancers and was pretty crowded. Several girls were
making the rounds to give lap dances. Paul paid for one. When the girl
had left him with a hard on and twenty dollars poorer, the announcer
came on, "And now gentlemen, see her before she's gone. Ginger!."

One hot stripper had been concentrating on a group of black soldiers.
Peter found it a little odd, because some white businessmen had been
waving twenties to get her attention and the blacks were tipping smaller
bills. The woman left the floor and walked up on stage. When she turned,
Paul recognized his wife.

Mary Ann was a little heavier and her breasts had increased a cup size.
They didn't look fake at all. In fact, they were saggier. Paul realized
why when he noticed that her belly was bulging.

Paul chose not to say anything to her. He watched her dance. The routine
was an improved version of the dance she had done for him, months
earlier. Afterwards, he got up and left the bar. Paul never saw Mary Ann
again.

The End