The Tattoo
An interracial mindcontrol story
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009
This story was originally released in three parts.
Part 1
"Sure, I'd love to dance, but keep in mind I'm engaged and there's
absolutely no way you're going to score with me. Now if you're just
looking for a dance and some conversation...."
"See ya around."
Paige laughed as the guy walked off. Sara looked at her and said, "He
was pretty hot, Paige. Now is your last chance to fool around on George,
go a little crazy and have a good time. This may be your spinster party,
but for god sakes we're only 25."
Sara was a teacher and constantly reminded the girls there was no such
word as bachelorette. A female bachelor was a spinster. Paige was also a teacher and not the type to go crazy, though George often tried to get her to go a little crazy with him in bed. The girls didn't approve of her getting married so young, but were all a little jealous of George. He was a hunky football player in high school. Paige, of course, had been head cheerleader.
"Oh go ahead," said Paige, as some guy asked Sara to dance. "I'm going
back to the motel." And from the looks of things, Paige figured she'd
have the room to herself all night. Sara was the last of the six girls
to hook up leaving the spinster alone.
Paige left Sloppy Joes, the most famous bar in Key West, and walked out
on to Duvall street which was packed with spring breakers. Paige was the
safe, conservative, responsible one of the group and she was sick of
people telling her to go crazy or quit being so uptight. "Go a little
crazy," echoed in her head. This was her last chance to do something out
of character and go a little crazy. She'd never fool around on George.
He was her one and only lover and would stay that way until they were
old and gray, but she could do something for George and only for George.
Something to tell her future husband she loved him and was capable of
doing something a little wild and crazy. Paige pulled the crumpled paper
out of her pocket and read it.
Paige followed the directions on the paper to a street off Duvall. The
street quickly grew dark and quiet, unnerving the young woman a little.
Paige soon found the address. The girl who'd given her the paper was
sitting on the porch reading a magazine. The girl was still wearing the
skimpy bikini she'd worn when passing the papers out on the street.
Obviously a ploy to attract male customers, but Paige found it demeaning
of the girl to work in such an outfit.
"Hi," said the girl.
"Hi, I'm here about a tattoo."
"The master will be pleased."
"Master?" asked Paige frowning. The magazine the girl was reading was a
Hustler!
"Yes, Yaphet is a master of the art of tattooing. One of the best in the
world. Follow me."
Sure, thought Paige, one of the best tattoo artists in the world is
working out of a rental in Key West and using a girl in a tiny bikini to
hand out advertising. Paige stared at the girl's ass. Her bottoms left
more ass cheek exposed then it covered. Had she no shame?
"Master Yaphet, a customer."
"Excellent."
Paige found herself staring at a gigantic black man. Not only was he
big, he was also one of the ugliest men she'd ever seen. Yaphet was in
his forties, shaved bald. and dark black. A broad flat nose was splayed
across his face above large thick lips. He was wearing an open leather
vest much like motorcyclists wear. His chest was incredibly muscular and
covered in bluish tattoos, as were his bulging arms.
"What kind of tattoo were you looking to get?" His voice had a faint
African accent.
Paige wasn't so sure this was such a good idea anymore. "I'm not sure.
I'm getting married next month and I wanted something special for my
fiancé."
"His name? A heart?"
"No, something special..." Paige thought it over and something leaped
into her mind. George would love it. He came from a fine South Carolina
family and was very proud of his heritage. "Could you do a Confederate
battle flag?"
"Easily."
"How much?"
"I could do a small one for two hundred dollars."
"That's fine with me."
"Where would you like it?"
"Hmmm, maybe my ankle or my back." Paige thought some more. "I'm not
sure, I don't want my daddy seeing it."
"There's always your ass or your crotch."
"My crotch?"
"Yes, you can shave the area you want the tattoo in, that way, if you
tire of it, all you need do is let your hair grow back. It's an intimate
place and a favorite among couples. I suggest you get one there"
Yaphet's voice was calm and soothing. Paige pictured herself lying on
her back, George rolling her panties down, looking in delight at the
stars and bars across her shaved crotch. Something only he would see.
"I'll do it."
"There is a bathroom there. Inside is a bag of disposable razors."
Paige entered the bathroom and found her reflection staring back at her.
She was the epitome of the blue-eyed blonde. Paige was tall, lean, and
lithe. Her legs were one of her best features, smooth and fit in her
white shorts. Her dark blue tee shirt was tucked in making her breasts
stand out. Adding to that fact was her purse strap bisecting her breasts
revealing her large bosom even more. Paige had the body of a bikini
model. Not the classy kind though, the kind that posed over cars, boats,
and motorcycles.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said unbuttoning her shorts. Paige
pushed her shorts down, then her plain white panties. Her bush was as
blonde as her head. It was thick with only the sides trimmed for her
modest two piece swimsuit. Paige found some scissors, cream, and the bag
of razors and soon went to work. It didn't look right just shaving the
top, so she went forward shaving the whole thing bare. That would be
another big surprise for George.
"How do we do this?" Paige asked coming out of the bathroom.
"Just get in the chair and pull your shorts down. You can cover below
where you want the tattoo with one of my towels."
Paige had second thoughts again. Maybe, just shaving herself would be
enough of a surprise for George. "I'm not sure I want to do this."
"If you're uncomfortable, I can have Amber sit in with us."
"Ok," said Paige. Yaphet had pinpointed the main problem that she was
reluctant to admit even to herself. She didn't want a black man touching
her, especially a giant scary black man. Yaphet left and returned with
Amber who sat down nearby still engrossed with her porn magazine. Paige
walked over to the reclining chair where Yaphet had all his equipment.
She sat and covered her crotch with a towel as she wiggled her shorts
down over her hips.
"Show me where." Yaphet prepared his needle which Paige stared at a
little anxiously. She lowered the towel to the top of her bare crotch.
"Relax. First, I'll numb the region so you'll feel little pain."
Paige jumped a little as the big black man ran a cold, wet towel which
smelled of alcohol over her crotch. He pricked her with a little needle
and soon could barely feel his touch. "Will the colors be bold?"
"Oh yes, I use very special dyes found only in Africa and provided to me
by an African Shaman, named Mobutu."
"Ow," cried Paige, as the tattooing needle touched her flesh. She was
overreacting as she felt little pain. Yaphet leaned across her body so
she couldn't see what he was doing. She stared at his body as he worked.
His tattoos were dark and faint as they blended into his black skin.
"What's that tattoo on your bicep?"
"It's a Swahili symbol meaning strong and powerful."
And the one on your chest."
"Virility."
Paige became engrossed in the black man's tattoos. Every now and then
the strange symbols and patterns formed a picture and most weren't
pleasant. One showed a human skull on a snake's body. There were lots of
skeletons and snakes. One drawing was of an evil looking lion with an
enormous penis. On closer look, the penis was actually a black snake.
Yaphet leaned back to adjust the needle and Paige looked down his chest.
Another snake tattoo covered his hard stomach. It rose up out of his
jeans, the head forming around his navel. It looked very phallic.
Instead of a snake, it could have passed for an enormous erect penis. The white forked tongue emerging from the thing’s mouth could have been semen spurting from the tip. Paige glanced away quickly and at her crotch to see how the tattoo was coming, but he had covered her crotch up with the towel. He bent back down and went to work.
"Looking good," said Amber, checking out Yaphet's progress.
Paige was so engrossed in the black man's tattoos that the time quickly
passed. The snake tattoos swirled around forming circles within circles,
snakes writhing, constricting her body. The black snake struck at her,
but Paige leaped up and bounded across the Savannah on all fours. She
was an antelope running across the plain. The evil looking lion rose up
from the grass and set off in pursuit. Paige ran and ran, just when she
thought she would make it the lion raised a paw and swung...
SLAP! Yaphet smacked a bandage across her crotch and quickly taped it.
Paige looked down when he leaned back and found he had covered her with
a bandage. "Can't I see it?"
"Not for three days. You must keep the bandage covering it or the colors
might run. No peeking. Trust me, your going to love it."
Amber nodded. "Yes, you will."
Paige shrugged a bit disappointed. She wiggled her panties and shorts
back up and climbed out of the chair. "That's two hundred," he said.
Paige paid him. She glanced at his crotch as she removed the money from
her purse. Yaphet had an enormous bulge under his jeans that would have
made the snake on his stomach proud. For some reason she shivered as she counted out ten twenties and left the building making her way back to her empty motel room.
****************
The girls left the Keys the next day beginning the long drive back to
South Carolina.
No sooner had Paige arrive at her parents house, then she went to the
bathroom to take a shower. She stripped nude except for the bandage. It
hadn't been quite three days, but she figured there wouldn't be any harm
done removing the bandage now. She slowly pulled it off. The outline of
the tattoo was dark, no white, red and blue of the stars and bars.
Confused, she pulled it off the rest of the way and raised her hand up
over her mouth to muffle the scream. She stared in horror at the tattoo,
feeling sick to her stomach.
Black was the only color and for good reason. The tattoo was of an
enormous black penis, the head pointing towards her vagina like an
arrow. Large balls topped it. On closer look, the testicles actually
formed shackles with chains connecting them to the black phallus. "That
black bastard!" she growled. She’d gone to him for a symbol of the
confederacy and gotten a reminder of black slavery. Now she was stuck
with expensive removal surgery. Jesus! What would George think? She'd
have to make her lower regions off limits to him until the wedding. She
grimaced. George was a lusty guy and that would mean he'd want blow jobs
to keep him satisfied. Yech!
Paige showered and of course tried to rub off the offending tattoo,
though she knew it would be futile. She cried as she rubbed the
offending picture.
"Welcome home princess," said her dad, as Paige came out of her bedroom
in fresh clothes. "Hey, you feeling ok? You don't look so good."
"Female problems, dad." Paige went to the phone to make an appointment
with her GYN.
The next day, her doctor looked up from examining her vagina. "Paige,
it's the strangest thing I ever saw. The dye has soaked right through
your skin. I can actually see the outline of the tattoo inside you.
There's nothing I can do. See a surgeon in tattoo removal, but just off
hand, I'd say it's permanent. Then see a lawyer and sue the bastard that
did this."
Paige left the doctor's office quite frustrated. A black janitor waited
by the door. She locked eyes with him, then her eyes traveled down his
body, looking at his crotch, then back up. She gave him a hateful stare
wondering why the old man was grinning at her.
It all went downhill from there. The tattoo removal specialist was as
baffled as anyone. He'd never seen a dye like it before. She was forced
to suck on George's penis several nights a week. She gave him more
blowjobs this month before the wedding, then she'd given him the entire
five years they'd been dating. By the wedding date, she could easily
take all six inches down her throat, though she always spit his semen
out into a napkin. Lastly, she decided to let her hair grow back on her
pussy, but the hair over the tattoo came in black making the outline of
a black penis surrounded by blonde hair. She solved that problem by
dyeing her pubic hair blonde. Soon it was well hidden.
Two weeks before the wedding, Paige returned to teaching her English
classes She had a meeting with Luther, an eighteen year old High School
student she was tutoring who was trying to get into USC on a sport’s
scholarship.
Paige sat back in her chair and watched Luther as he took the test. He
was little more then a street thug with an amazing skill to put a ball
through a metal hoop. He spoke horrible English, looked stoned half the
time, and had almost gotten expelled for grabbing a girl's ass. Paige
looked at his big muscular arms and squirmed a little in her chair. He
may have been a thug, but he wasn't bad looking. Paige pressed down into
her seat feeling her damp panties push against her labia. Damn! She was
horny. Just a few weeks without sex and she was horny for something
she'd never thought she would miss. She was even starting to enjoy
sucking George off. It was less messy.
Luther handed her the test and she graded it. Not surprisingly, he
failed. "Come on Luther, do you want to be a nineteen year old senior?
Do you want to miss your chance to get spotted by the NBA?
"Yo baby, there's just no incentive. You know what I'm saying. My
cousin's makin two K a week working the streets."
"That's Miss Anderson, not baby. A baby is what your going to be raising
dozens of when living in the poor house because you didn't graduate High
School. Keep trying."
Paige stopped by the video store later that day. She and George were
going to watch a few movies that night. She quickly picked three out and
went over to George's apartment. He had a pizza waiting. "What movies
did you get?" he asked, getting another slice of pizza.
"Let's see. I have “Out Of Africa“, “The Lion King“, and, “I Dream Of
Africa“."
"Odd choices. Oh...wait I get it. You want to go to Africa for our
honeymoon."
"No. These movies just jumped out at me. Pop one in."
They watched a movie before George got bored and pulled her into his
arms. They started kissing and Paige reached out and felt his prick
hardening. George stood. "Lets go to the bedroom." Paige followed him
and was soon sucking his penis again. "You wouldn't have to do that if
you let me make love to you, but I'm getting the impression you're
starting to like it."
Paige paused. "I'll never like it, but I am getting used to it. I just
want to make my future husband happy." Page pursed her lips and took
George back in her mouth. George didn’t last long. Afterwards, they watched another one of the movies.
The antelope bounded through the grass as the lion pursued it. Paige
looked behind her and stumbled. The lion slowed, walking up to her, then
it reared back. The skin fell off revealing a strong black African
tribesman. It's snake-penis was rearing back to strike. "Please don't
eat me, Simba," she pleaded. "What's my incentive not to, baby?" asked
the lion-man. Paige was a human now, naked and on all fours. She crawled
forward and took the black man's snake-penis in her mouth.
Paige sat up in the bed. She'd fallen asleep in George's arms. It was
late and she'd better be getting home to her parents. She disentangled
herself from George's arm and snuck out.
*************
"What?"
Paige stared at Luther. She pressed her crotch down hard into the chair.
"What you be staring at?"
"Somebody whose not trying hard enough to succeed."
"I'm sorry, baby, the incentive just ain’t there. I only stuck around
this long to keep my mama happy. I just don't gets English."
Paige stood up from the desk and walked over to the black youth.
Luther's eyes roamed up and down her body. Though she didn't dress to
show off her figure, her body was too nice to hide under her
conservative dress. Paige kneeled on the floor by Luther.
"Miss Anderson, what is you doing?"
Paige reached out and grabbed Luther's crotch. The black boy looked
stunned, but soon was grinning like an idiot. She could feel his penis
hardening under his jeans as she fumbled with the buttons. His underwear
was old and stained yellow in the front, but the bulge under them was
huge. She pulled the underwear down to free the huge appendage. "My god,
Luther, I'm impressed. Your penis is huge."
"That ain't no penis, it's a cock."
Paige grabbed it. "Yes, a cock, and a big cock at that, a big black
cock." She shivered from her horniness, but felt a little guilty seeing her engagement ring on the hand holding his big prick. The teen's cock
looked to be over eight inches long, a good two inches bigger then
George's penis and noticeably thicker. She pulled down on the large cock
and licked around the crown.
"Yeah baby, lick that cock."
Paige paused. "That's Miss Anderson." She then resumed teasing Luther's
bulging cock head with her tongue. She licked down the shaft, reaching
into his underwear to fondle his balls. Paige licked back up and took
him in her mouth. Luther's cock jerked in surprise as six inches quickly
disappeared down her throat. All her recent practice with George had
made her skilled at deep throating, but the extra thickness had her
gagging a little. Paige suppressed the gag reflex, arched her back and
pushed down. Her nose pressed into his pubic hair as she swallowed him
whole. Paige quickly pulled her mouth back up, kissed the head and
leaned back.
Luther's cock slapped back against his stomach as she released it. "What
the fuck? Bitch, that was fucking incredible. Why'd you stop?"
What the hell was she doing? Even worse, she was reluctant to stop. "I'm
giving you the incentive you need, Luther. Pass the test tomorrow and
I'll finish you off."
"Gawd damn it, you fucking cock tease."
"Watch your language, mister. That's your incentive, take it or leave
it."
"I'll take it. You'll show me dem titties?"
"Yes," said Paige.
"You'll swallow my cum or let me shoot some on yo titties?"
God no! Yech! Disgusting. "Yes, I will swallow or let you cum on my
breasts."
"See you tomorrow then, bitch. I got some studying to do."
"That's Miss Anderson," she shouted after him.
Paige was horrified by her behavior. Good lord, if he passed he was
going to expect a blow job from her. What on earth was she doing? What
was happening to her? Her vagina was soaked and throbbing like it was
screaming out for some cock. She gathered her things and left her room
almost bumping into the school's old black janitor, Abe. She ran her
eyes down to his crotch, wondering if his cock was as impressive as
Luther's. Paige left, thanking god, the janitor had not arrived a few
minutes earlier.
*************
Luther's cock was eye level with her as she bent over her desk grading
the paper. "Wrong, wrong, correct, correct. Not bad. Hmmm, looks like you got a 70."
"I passed."
"Yeah, but not good enough. You'll need to do better, I'm afraid."
"I'm afraid not," he said, unbuttoning his pants. "The deal was for you
to suck me off if I passed, well I passed." Luther pulled out his
growing cock. "Now suck it."
I don’t think so, she thought. Paige swiveled her chair around and took the head right in her mouth. No! She twirled her tongue around the head making sure it was good and wet. Paige bobbed her head over the tip, swallowing more and more with each thrust. No! Paige Anderson you stop sucking that black boy's cock this instant. No! But he ordered you to and it's good. Yes! Suck it. She'd made a deal and Luther passed. This was Luther's incentive. He deserved his reward. She deserved his reward. All the hard work tutoring the boy had paid off. He was letting her suck his big black cock. How would she ever thank him? He even tasted better then George. She would thank him by swallowing his cum or letting him cum on her titties.
Luther pulled his cock out of her throat. He grinned as her mouth
followed his cock reluctant to let it go. "You're into this, ain't ya?
Well ho, you promised to show me dem titties."
"Yes, of course," said Paige, unbuttoning her blouse as her eyes followed his bobbing cock head. "And it's Miss Anderson."
"Fine. You a good cocksucker Miss Anderson. Damn! Dem titties is nice.
Next time I'm gonna fuck my cock between those big melons." His teacher
nodded agreeing to let him titty fuck her as she reached behind to
unclasp her bra. She looked forward to his huge cock thrusting between
her titties. The bra came off and Luther stared greedily at her big CC
cups capped by fat, protruding pink nipples. "Damn, I always wanted to
see some white bitch's pink nips." Luther decided then and there to stay
in school.
"May I go back to sucking your black cock?"
"Yes you may, Miss Anderson."
"Thank you." Paige quickly grabbed his cock before he could take it away
again and pulled it towards her mouth. Luther inched around and sat on
her desk as she swiveled her chair around facing his lap. It was a good
position for sucking as well as licking his shaft and balls. Paige had
never put this much effort into sucking George off, but with Luther she
was actually enjoying sucking his cock.
Paige bobbed her head for awhile, not sure the pace she should use to
tackle such a big cock. Luther, thoughtfully, wrapped his black hands in
her long blonde hair and guided her head up and down his shaft,
instructing her. He liked it fast and Paige complied. She pushed hard
into the chair as his cock started swelling. Her pussy felt like it was
on fire. She wanted to taste him. Paige resisted his hair pulling and
held still with just the head in her mouth while rapidly jerking off the
shaft with one hand.
"Here it cums," growled Luther through strained teeth. "Aagh, oh fuck
yeah."
Paige pressed her pussy hard against the edge of the chair and came just
as Luther did. The initial blast of his seed combined with her own
orgasm almost caught her off guard, but she remembered her promise and
swallowed semen for the first time. Then she swallowed another wad. She
pursed her lips for the third wad, but Luther pushed her head back off
his cock. He pushed down on his shaft and shot a long strand of cum
across her right tit.
"Yeah, that's what I'm saying," said Luther.
Paige quickly caught his cock back in her mouth when he released her
head and sucked out the last drops of sperm. "Yummy," she purred,
knowing it sounded dumb, but Luther seemed to like it.
"Sit back," said the black youth. "Rub my cum into your nipples." Paige
obeyed, leaning back and using her index finger to rub her sperm into
her nipples. "Gawd damn, you're hot, bitc...Miss Anderson. If I get a C
next week can I fuck your ass?"
Jesus no, you'll rip me in two. "Yes," she said. "You can shove that big
black cock up my ass all you want if you get a C." Or now if you want. Fuck my ass now. All you have to do is ask. What the hell was she doing?
"Fuck yeah...Oh shit!" Luther sat up fumbling with his pants. He was staring at the classroom door.
The black janitor was standing in the doorway. "Run along now,
boy." Abraham Jefferson was the school custodian. He was a skinny black
man in his sixties. Abe was dark brown, had a bald head with grey hair
around the sides and back. and a grey mustache.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Jefferson?" asked Paige, continuing to rub
Luther's cum around her nipple.
"Well I came here to empty the trash, but I'll be leaving here a very
satisfied man."
Paige quit circling her nipples, satisfied they were adequately coated
with cum. "What do you mean, Mr. Jefferson?"
"I mean, Miss Anderson, that I'm going to fuck that white pussy of
yours. I ain't had me a woman since my wife died three years ago and
never a white woman."
Paige had a strong desire to see what the old man's cock looked like.
"What makes you think I'm going to let you fuck me?"
"The fact that you're sitting there topless with your legs spread as
well as this." Abe held up a camera. "I took me some pictures. If you
value your job here, you'll do what ole Abe Jefferson tells ya."
"I see. It would seem I'm completely at your mercy."
Abe smiled. He had no idea, Miss Anderson was such a slut. She clearly
wasn't too bothered with the idea of being blackmailed into sex with
him. Lucky for him, because the old disposable camera in his hand didn't
have any film in it. "Lets see some pussy then. Strip!"
Paige stood and began unbuttoning her slacks. She had no idea she was
capable of such behavior, stripping before a skinny black man almost old
enough to be her grandfather. I hope he likes my body, she thought as
she stepped out of her pants. Abe was undressing as he ogled her. "You
need to wear sexier underwear," said the janitor.
Paige was standing in only her panties which were rather plain and
boring. Abe was right, first chance she got, she'd have to purchase some
sexy lingerie. That would make her black coc...George happy. Abe was
thin and his chest was covered with gray hair. He was fumbling with his
belt unable to take his eyes off the teacher. Paige slid her panties
down her legs. As she stood back up, she ran her fingers through her
pubic hair. Her crotch felt warm over the hidden tattoo. Indeed, her
entire pussy felt hot, like a fire only massive doses of black man's
sperm could put out. "What now?" Paige saw her second black cock and
felt a thrill go through her. Judging by his erection, he was pleased
with her body.
"Suck on this ole cock for awhile to get me ready for ya."
Paige kneeled before the old black man and grabbed the base of his cock.
Lengthwise, it was most impressive. Longer then Luther's by more then an
inch, Abe's cock probably pushed ten inches. Like the old janitor's
torso, his cock was a little on the skinny side, probably not much
thicker then George's, but it was beautiful and it tasted oh so good.
Paige deepthroated it quickly, struggling with the new inches.
"Lordy lordy, even my wife never sucked mah dick. I'd like to enjoy
this, but your pussy's calling to me. Get up on your desk."
Paige stood back up after giving his cock head a quick kiss. She stepped
backwards and lifted her ass up on her desk. Abe, cock in hand, quickly
stepped between her spread legs. He wanted to get it in quick, still a
bit overwhelmed by his luck. He wanted it buried in her pussy before he
woke up from this dream.
Paige stared down at the old man's black cock head sliding up and down
her wet slit. Words popped into her head, swirling around until they
formed a sentence she never thought she'd utter. "Come on and fuck me
with that big black cock. I want that big black dick inside me."
"Damn girl, you really is a slut and here I always thought you was a
sweet young thang. Well here's what you want ho." Abe pushed it in and
the white pussy seemed to suck his cock right in. Try as he might, he
couldn't ever remember his wife being this wet for him. If she had, it
would have been over forty years ago.
Paige stared down at the old black man's cock pushing into her pussy. It
was no thicker then George's, but for some reason it was better, a lot
better. She came as soon as the cock pushed into virgin territory. The
orgasm was incredible, better then the one she'd had sucking Luther's
dick. Paige came again at eight inches deep. At nine, she was squeezing
her cum crusted nipples with her fingers as she came again. Abe buried
the snake and held all ten inches there for her to get used to it. He
needn't have bothered, she was already used to it, addicted to it even.
"Lord have mercy, that pussy is so good and tight." He'd assumed he'd
never get any pussy again after his wife died. Abe's cock twitched and
he knew he wouldn't hold out too long. He couldn't hold back though, he
started bucking his hips into her wet pussy. Paige raised her hips into
his thrusts grunting and groaning. He swore she was cumming every other
thrust. Either this girl was a skilled faker or she really was a cock
crazed nympho. He stabbed his cock forward and held it buried as he
sprayed three years worth of cum into her womb.
Paige arched her back screaming in orgasm as jet after jet of sperm
hosed the burning fire in her pussy. For the first time in her life she
felt truly satisfied. Her pussy was content and her belly felt full. She
pictured Luther's cock in her mouth and looked at Abe's in her pussy.
The only thing better then this would of been both cocks in her
together. Abe had set the camera down by her on the desk. His age meant
it was taking a long time for him to recover and catch his breath. His
cock was rapidly deflating in her pussy as she reached out and picked up
The camera.
"Sorry 'bout that, Miss Anderson," he said still gasping. "I'll last
longer when I gets used to this pussy. I'll fuck you again tomorrow
after class."
Paige looked at the empty camera and winked at the old man. "Well Mr.
Jefferson, as long as you have this camera, I don't really have a
choice do I?"
**************
Paige picked up the phone. "Sorry, not tonight George. I'm not feeling
to well." She looked at herself in the mirror. The sexy black demi bra
pushed her big breasts up and left her nipples exposed. They were stil
crusted with Luther's sperm. She hefted one tit up and licked the flakes
off while George talked on the other end of the line.
"Made up your mind yet, baby? Times runnin short."
Paige released her tit and ran her fingers down her belly under her
sheer black panties. Her underwear was one of a dozen pairs she had
bought right after school to please her black men. Her hand pushed out
the material and rifled through her blonde pubic hair. She could make
out the outline of the tattoo pointing South towards her pussy. South
was calling her. South it was. "George, I want to go back to Key West."
"A Key West honeymoon it is then," said her fiancé.
'Home,' she thought, rubbing past the tattoo until her finger slipped
inside her cum soaked pussy.
Part 2
Paige pushed her husband down on the bed and straddled his lap as she
unbuttoned his pants. Her excitement waned as she pulled out his penis.
It was so small, so bland, so boring, so...white. She had no idea what
was wrong with her, but as she mounted her husband, she faked enthusiasm
by pretending he was her student, Luther or Abe, the black janitor.
"Wow, Mrs. Thompson, that was awesome," cried George, as he came in her
pussy.
"Thanks, Mr. Thompson," she leaned down and kissed him, wishing his lips
were bigger and blacker.
"It's been way too long." George sighed. Paige had made them wait
several months until they were married. He didn't know that her reason
was to let her pubic hair grow back to cover the tattoo of a black cock
pointing towards her pussy. All he knew was that he had gotten a lot of
blow jobs and had been content for the most part. "Wanna take a nap?"
"What? Honey, we're in Key West on our honeymoon. Lets go hit the pool."
Paige freshened up in the bathroom and let George go on ahead. She had a
surprise for him. Several men checked her out as she walked out of their
room. She rounded the corner and entered the pool area. Her husband had
staked out two deck recliners for them. George's mouth fell open when
he saw her. "Jesus, honey!" His eyes ran down her body.
"You like," she said, turning around for him.
"I guess," he mumbled. Paige was a bit disappointed in his reaction.
"It's a bit indecent. I was hoping to get some pictures of us. I don't
want my parents seeing you in that bikini. What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that my husband should be proud his wife looks so good.
You don't have to show our parents all the pictures, but hey if you want to show off your hot and sexy wife to your buddies..."
"They'd be so jealous if they could see you now. Well, hot damn, this is
a side of you I might like." George grinned, suddenly quite proud to
have a wife he could show off. "Would you get me a drink before you sit
down? I didn't want to go up there with all those queers sitting around.
They're the one bad thing about Key West."
"Sure honey, I'll be right back." Their hotel had a large pool, a
Jacuzzi, and a tiki bar. George was right a lot a gay men were seated at
the bar. They were joking with the bartender who didn't look gay. He
made Paige's heart skip a beat and suddenly her nipples were stretching
out the material of her bikini when she saw the black man. He was tall,
dark, and handsome. Dreadlocks fell past his shoulders. He wore a white
tank top, that showed off his muscular arms. He stared at her as she
walked up.
What the bartender saw was a tall, lithe, blue-eyed blonde woman in her
early twenties. She had long, fit legs and breasts too large for a woman
that lean. The woman would turn heads anywhere, but what really drew
men's eyes was her bikini. It was so small it was barely legal. The
material was leopard print making her look like some fantasy jungle
queen completely down to a flap of material over her crotch that
resembled a loincloth. The only other adornment she wore were heeled
sandals to accentuate her legs and much to his disappointment, a shiny
new wedding ring. "What can I get you?"
Some of the gay men gave her the once over and snickered to each other.
"Two beers," she said, leaning over the bar so that her tits squeezed
together. "What ever light draft you have for my husband."
"And for you?" The bartender appeared to be straining not to look at her
cleavage.
"Something very dark and strong."
The bartender snickered a bit and openly ran his eyes down to her tits
which were practically falling out of her bikini as she leaned forward.
"How about a Guinness?" She nodded. "How about a little head," said the
bartender leaving the rim of the mug frothy with foam.
"I like a lot of head," replied Paige, putting money on the bar.
"So do I girl," said one of the gay men.
The bartender gave Paige her change which she scooped right up. Fucking
tease, he thought, noticing she hadn't let a tip. Nor did she tip him on
several other trips for refills, but at least she was nice to look at.
The sex, booze, hot sun, and the drive through Florida had George worn
out. They called it an early night. The newlyweds went out to dinner,
returned to the tiki bar by the pool where the black bartender was still
working. His name was Max and he chatted with the young couple and
another older couple for a short time. When Max found out it was their
honeymoon, he bought George and Paige a shot. The other couple excused
themselves and George indicated he was ready to go. Paige paid the tab,
again not tipping the bartender, and they returned to their hotel room.
"Whoa!" George did a double take as he came out of the bathroom wearing
only his boxers. "Is that for me?"
"Who else?" lied Paige. Abe, the janitor had told her she needed to buy
new, sexier underwear and she'd done it to please him. Her sheer blue
bra and panties left nothing to the imagination. Her blonde pubic hair
was visible through the material as well as her nipples.
"I'm the luckiest guy in the world," said George taking his wife in his
arms as he sat in the bed. He kissed her belly, then reached around to
remove her bra. Her panties soon followed. Paige kneeled between his
legs and fished his penis out of his boxers. Again, it triggered no
desire in her at all, but she tried to perform her wifely duty. George's
penis stiffened a little, but remained mostly limp. "I'm sorry, honey.
Let's finish this in the morning. I'm too tired."
"I understand," she replied, a little relieved.
They climbed into bed together and within minutes, Paige could hear
George softly snoring. She laid there and stared at the ceiling, not
tired. She found herself craving chocolate and wondered if there was a
vending machine nearby. Finally, she thought about going for a midnight
swim. Paige slipped out of bed and put her bikini on. Strange, but for
some reason she found herself feeling more comfortable wearing just the
bikini. The more clothes she wore, the more stifled she was starting to
feel. Up until recently her swimsuits and underwear had been the same,
sports bra tops and panties that covered her stomach.
"Gawd Damn!" exclaimed two young men, stumbling drunkenly through the
motel as she left her room. They stared open mouthed as she hurried past
them holding her arms crossed over her big breasts. It wasn't every night one encountered a nearly nude woman walking around at midnight.
Max's reaction was practically the same. "I thought you and your husband
had called it a night?" he asked, while turning the stools upside down on the bar top.
"I thought I'd go for a swim."
"Pool's closed."
"Oh. Too late for a drink?"
"Not for a sexy tease like you."
"Pinacolada and I'm not a tease."
"Oh yeah, you parade around showing off that sexy body, flaunting those
breasts and a very sweet ass I might add and you don't tip me. You're a
tease." Max handed her the pinacolada.
Paige took a sip. She had flaunted her body before Max, while covering
herself just a few minutes earlier for the too drunk guys outside her
room. "'I'm not a tease," she said again.
"Right! You're here looking to get some cock from a black bartender
while on your honeymoon."
"Yes...yes, I guess I am."
"A tease?"
"No, here looking to get some black cock."
"Serious?"
Paige smiled. "I owe you a tip don't I?"
"Come on in," said Max. He pulled down the security gate around the tiki
bar, locking it, and enclosing them behind the bar. Within seconds,
Paige was in his arms. They kissed, while Paige's hand slid up his thigh
and began fumbling with his pants.
Paige freed his cock and was immediately impressed with it's length and
swelling size. She pushed Max back until he sat down on the beer cooler.
Paige followed him back, her mouth making a beeline for his cock. As
soon as she saw it, she knew there was nothing wrong with what she was
doing. Max's dick was beautiful, around 11" and as thick as the biggest
banana sitting in a bunch on the bar by the blender. It belonged in her
mouth and pussy. George would understand if he knew how good it was.
Paige kneeled behind the bar while Max sat on the cooler. He shoved his
pants down around his ankles and his balls were splayed out on the cold
stainless steel. She started with them. His testicles were impressive,
promising a large amount of cum. Paige licked and kissed around them
while stroking his cock with her hand. She then moved her tongue up his
shaft. Her instincts were to attack his beautiful cock, but she was also
filled with an overwhelming desire to give Max the best blow job of her
life and lately, Paige had gotten a lot of experience sucking dick.
"Oh yeah," moaned Max, when her tongue hit the sensitive head of his
cock. Paige twirled her tongue around the entire crown before taking the
head in her mouth. "Damn girl, you know your way around a cock." Paige
was rapidly bobbing her head over half Max's shaft now while jerking the
other half with her hand. She arched her neck and started work on the
rest. She groaned as his pubic hairs startled tickling her nose. She
swallowed the last little bit, then finally lost control, sucking his
cock as rapidly as she could. "Oh god, baby, suck that cock. Yeah, suck
it baby." Max wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and started
pulling her forwards while bucking his hips a little. He pulled her hair
a little as his grip tightened. His cock was swelling and his whole body
was tensing up. "Here it cums," groaned Max, through clenched teeth.
Paige jerked her head back just as Max's cock jerked. She liked to taste
sperm before letting it slide down her throat and didn't want him
cumming right into her belly. She caught his first wad in the back of
her throat and gulped just as the second wad rolled over her tongue. She
held the head in her mouth while stroking forwards on his shaft as jet
after jet of semen filed her mouth. She didn't release his cock until the last drop had leaked out of the tip.
"Gawd damn, that was the best fucking blow job I ever had," said Max
slumping back against the bar.
"I hope you liked your tip," said Paige. She started tugging on the
slippery head of his penis. "I need to feel this big monster in my
pussy."
"Give me a few," said Max standing up. He opened the cooler and removed
two beers, giving one to Paige. "What say I return the favor while I
recharge?"
"Sounds good to me."
Max pulled down some of the overturned bar stools and lifted Paige onto
the bar. He reached behind her and untied her bikini top. "Dems gotta be
the most perfect set of titties I ever seen," he said, squeezing her
breasts. He leaned down and took one of Paige's long nipples between his
lips and started sucking. He ran his tongue around her entire nipple and
areola before kissing his way over to her other breast. Paige was
moaning and squirming around on the bar when he finally tired of her
breasts.
Paige lifted her hips as Max reached under her thighs and pulled her
panties off. She spread her legs wide as he kissed along the sides of
her blonde pubes heading down towards her slit. Max licked up and down
her labia before wiggling his tongue between her folds and into her
pussy. "Ooo baby, you're not...so...bad...aah yourself," moaned Paige as she writhed around on the bar. Max pulled out and licked up around her clit, teasing it as it became blood engorged. Max soon moved back down and stffened his tongue out as he began fucking her with it. Paige wrapped her legs around his head and clung tightly as she came all over his face.
One orgasm didn't seem to satisfy Max. As soon as she relaxed her grip
with her legs. He inserted one finger into her pussy and began circling
the tip around the deepest part he could reach. Paige grabbed the edge
of the bar with one hand and the beer tap with her other. She pushed
herself forwards, fucking his finger with her pussy. His tongue returned
to her clit and Paige could feel an even bigger orgasm building. Her
hand circled the tap. It had a hard wooden handle which felt so much
like another cock. She wished there was another black cock in her hand
at the moment. Then she wished one was in her other hand and mouth and
pussy and ass. She knew then that there would never be enough. She would
want more. Paige came again, hard.
Max raised his head from her pussy and grinned. He looked rather silly
with his big white grin surrounded by a dark black face framed with
dreadlocks and his chin was soaked with her juices. "Lets move this
party," he said wiping his hand across his chin. "Put your bikini back
on."
Max led her out of the tiki bar and locked up. They walked around the
pool to the lit up Jacuzzi. She could see the big tent in his shorts
just as he slipped into the water. Paige got in behind him and he
immediately pulled her into his lap. Paige stood and removed panties
while Max raised his hips and slid his shorts off. She could see his big
knobby cock head sticking out of the water. Paige guided her pussy over
towards it and sank down. Her labia easily opened around the head and
the big thing slipped inside her pussy. Paige smiled with happiness as
she lowered herself over the entire shaft. It had been too long. "God,
black cock's the best."
Max grabbed her and held her still as a couple of drunks entered the
pool area passing through to another part of the motel. Once the coast
was clear, Max flipped up her bikini top and started sucking on her
nipples again while she slowly ground her pussy into his lap. An orgasm
was building. Paige arched her back, face pointing towards the night
sky, her mouth open in a moan and a wad of semen bounced off her lip and
slipped into her mouth. She swallowed without thinking.
The man jerking off on the balcony above her said something that sounded
like, "bull’s-eye!". She watched another long strand of semen drip to the cement, just missing the Jacuzzi. The man looked vaguely familiar. He stepped aside and another guy took his place. They were the two drunks, she'd passed earlier. Paige gave the new one the finger as he started jerking off. She returned to fucking Max and didn't notice the first guy return with a camcorder pointed down at her.
Being watched and jerked off on, did nothing to calm her libido. The
orgasm came as strong as ever. The second man's sperm fell on her head,
but she didn't have time to glare up at him for Max's cock suddenly went
off in her pussy. The black man's cock started spurting hot seed into
her womb and Paige had a tremendous orgasm. "God I love black cock. Thank you," she said, to Max as she slid off his lap.
"Any time, baby," said Max, standing and climbing out of the Jacuzzi.
"Come back tomorrow night if you can sneak out on hubby."
"I'll see what I can do."
"See ya around," said Max, walking off.
Paige adjusted her bikini. She looked up, but the two voyeurs were gone.
She washed the sperm out of her hair then climbed up out of the Jacuzzi.
She had just made it to her door and pulled out the room key when the
man stepped out of the shadows. "What do you want?" she asked, stepping
away from him.
"A little of what you were giving to that black dude," said the man. It
was one of the drunks from the balcony.
"Well you can't have it. Now run off before I call the police."
"How about if I bang on the door and wake hubby up?" The man smirked at
her surprise. "I saw you with him this afternoon by the pool."
"He won't believe you."
"Show her, Dean."
The other drunk came down the stairs to the second floor. He held up a
camcorder. "God I love black cock. Thank you," said her voice on the machine.
"What do you want?" asked Paige, a little sick to her stomach.
"I want my cock sucked. The women in this town are fucking teases. We
been here two days now and still haven't hooked up. Follow me." Paige
followed the two up the stairs to the landing between floors. There the
drunk man, the bigger of the two, leaned against the railing. "Take it
out, baby."
Paige was disgusted with the situation and a wave of guilt crashed
through her body. She was about to cheat on her husband with these two
losers. It was Max's fault for being so damned hot. Paige decided just
to get this over with and pulled down the man's shorts. His hard cock
fell out and smacked her in the face. Paige was surprised by it's size.
The cock bobbing before her face was nearly two inches bigger then her
husband's, pushing eight inches, and as thick as Max's. Still, it was
just a plain white penis, nothing exciting or thrilling. She had no
desire to make this the best blow job of the fool's life. She simply
took him in her mouth, clamped her lips tight and started bobbing her
head rapidly.
"Suck that cock, slut," said the man.
"Hey Jim, turn your body a little," said Dean.
Paige looked at Dean out of the corner of her eye and saw him holding
the camcorder close to her bobbing head filming the action. "Hey, what's
the big..."
"Shut up and suck, said Jim, pulling her head back on his cock. "We just
want a little reminder of our trip."
Paige was humiliated and horrified. It only got worse when she felt Dean
behind her untying her bikini bottoms. He pulled them down and she turned her head keeping Jim's cock head in her mouth to see Dean holding the camera down at his dick as he pushed it in her. It wasn't so bad. She could barely feel him. His penis seemed to be an average six inches and a little on the skinny side. "Damn, I can't feel a thing," said Dean moving in and out of her squishy pussy. That's because I just got fucked by a real man, thought Paige. "Maybe, this will be better." He pulled his prick out and pushed it against her sphincter. His well-lubricated penis pushed her open and slid inside. "This feels a little tighter."
Unfortunately, having masturbated on the balcony earlier, the two seemed
in no hurry to cum. Paige closed her eyes and pretended it was Abe and
Luther she was with. Her finger found it's way between her legs and she
actually had a small orgasm pretending it was two black men using her
body. Jim came. It was hot and tasted similar to a black man's, but
for some reason was bland and unexciting, like her husband. Dean grunted
and shot a few squirts in her ass just a few minutes later.
The two men seemed a little squeamish as they pulled their pants up.
They mumbled thanks and marched up the steps back towards their room.
Paige sighed and returned to her room, slipping in next to George after
cleaning herself up in the bathroom.
Paige had more Africa dreams that night. She was an antelope again, but
this time she wasn't fleeing a lion. She was standing on the plain,
patiently waiting while another antelope mated with her. Two more
antelopes stood by waiting their turn and one had a camera mounted to
it's antlers. The male antelopes suddenly jerked their heads behind her
and then bounded off in the opposite direction. A shadow fell over her
and Paige turned her antelope head to see the giant lion. The beast
reared up and it's black snake penis came into view. Paige spread her
hoofed rear legs as the snake entered her and her pussy began to throb.
The lion's claws grabbed her breasts, turning more human. Paige was
suddenly her human self getting fucked from behind by a giant black man.
Her pussy throbbed each time his truly massive penis thrust into her.
Tattoos covered his arms. The African symbols swirled around burring,
then becoming clear until she could read them. They read words such as,
stamina, virility, power, and obey. "Take your master's cock, slave,"
said Yaphet the tattooist and her pussy throbbed.
Paige woke up with a start, light from the rising sun starting to shine
through the window. The dream had been quite vivid. Her pussy was still
throbbing, but it wasn't really her pussy. It was the black cock tattoo
hidden under her blonde pubes that was throbbing.
Part 3
Paige was a black cock loving slut. She was in Key West on her honeymoon
with her handsome white husband and all she could think about were black
men. She'd even fucked the black bartender at the motel's tiki bar last
night and then serviced two white men after they blackmailed her.
Paige and George were riding mopeds the next morning around old town Key
West and she was having a good time with her husband and for some reason
that surprised her. Her pussy throbbed and it wasn't from the vibrations
of the moped. The tattoo of a black cock hidden beneath her blonde pubes
had started throbbing last night.
Paige took the lead, passing her husband. She signaled a left turn as
she neared a familiar looking street. It was the street the evil
tattooist lived on. She slowed the moped as she neared his house. A "for
rent" sign was placed on the front yard and the house appeared empty.
She wasn't sure why she was looking. What would she say if she saw
Master Yaphet again? She pictured his muscular tattooed body standing
before her, his African features not as ugly as she remembered.
Later, after returning the mopeds, the couple walked up Duval street for
the nightly sunset celebration on Mallory Square. The sidewalks were
narrow and crowded so Paige found herself following George. It got more
crowded as they neared the end of the street. George paused before
stepping aside. Paige watched his eyes run up and down the woman's body
who had just handed him a leaflet. The woman was a hot young thing in a
tiny bikini. Paige checked out the girl too as she turned to give a
bunch of women some pamphlets. The girl was wearing a thong bikini and
the words "Black cocks only" were tattooed on her ass.
George was walking again. Paige watched him crumple up the paper and
toss it inside a trash can as they passed. She reached in and grabbed
the paper as she passed the trash can. She uncrumpled the pamphlet and
recognized it was the same as the one that lead her to Master Yaphet.
The only difference was he had a new location. She folded the paper up
and put it in her purse.
They enjoyed watching the street theater on Mallory Square, followed by
the sunset. George and Paige then went to find a place to eat. After
dinner they stopped in a few of the more famous Key West bars and had
some drinks. As it grew later, George suggested finishing the night at
the tiki bar, but changed his mind when he saw some gay men sitting at
the bar talking to Max, the black bartender. Max winked at her as she
passed and she smiled back at him.
George stripped almost as soon as they got back in their room. He laid
back on their bed. "Come on Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Thompson wants to take you on a long ride."
"More like a short ride," she said sarcastically looking at his lame six
inch penis.
"What?" he asked, taken aback.
"Sorry, I'm just tired and don't have much energy."
Paige stripped and mounted her husband, pretending to enjoy it. The
tattoo on her crotch was throbbing as she fucked her husband. It seemed
to throb outward or twist away each time, George's penis buried itself
inside her. It was almost as if her pussy was rejecting or repulsed by
her husband's penis. Paige wasn't sure how long she could fake this.
Even now her pussy wasn't producing much lubrication and she had to
think about Luther, Abe, or Max just to make sex with George bearable.
Afterwards, Paige grabbed her purse and went to the bathroom to clean
George's sperm out of her. As she sat on the toilet, she unfolded the
paper leading to the tattooist's apartment. She stared at it and found
herself growing hornier, her pussy wanting satisfaction from a real man,
a black man.
Naked, Paige walked out to George and found he was already asleep,
snoring peacefully, sleeping the contented sleep of a man who had just
gotten laid. Well, good for him, now it was her turn. Paige crept over
to the balcony and opened the door. Her bikini hung over the railing.
She retrieved it and put it on. Paige then snuck out of the room to go
find Max.
As Paige came within sight of the tiki bar, she noticed Max still had a
small crowd sitting around the bar. Worse, two of the drinkers were the
assholes that had blackmailed her into sex last night. Paige turned
around not knowing what to do. Her pussy was throbbing like crazy,
almost like a fast drum beat, the beat of African drums on the
Serengeti plain. Paige's hand slid under her bikini bottoms, her
fingers sliding through her pubic hair, and over the hidden tattoo. They
dipped into her pussy and found she was now producing lubrication. Fuck!
She needed black cock!
A wave of hatred washed over Paige. This was all that black bastard's
fault. Well, if he could turn her into a black cock loving slut, then he
could turn her back. Paige had left the pamphlet in her room, but she
could still picture the directions to the Master's new apartment. Paige
turned and headed for the still crowded streets of Key West. The
beautiful young school teacher attracted a lot of attention walking past
the bars in a skimpy bikini near midnight.
Paige found the new location easily. Amber was sitting on the porch
along with the girl who had given George the pamphlet. Both were wearing
skimpy bikinis and Paige found it shameful to be wearing something like
that this time of the night. Both girls were staring at the same porno
magazine.
Paige's heart skipped a beat when Master Yaphet appeared. The giant
tattooed black man held the door as a handsome white couple left the
building. They both had bandages on their arms from where they'd just
gotten tattoos. "Thanks," they both said to Yaphet and Paige noticed the
pretty young woman glance down at the black man's bulge. They left and
headed up the street while Yaphet disappeared into the house.
The two young women looked up startled as Paige stepped up onto the
porch. "Welcome sister," they said, breaking into pleased smiles.
"Take me to that black bastard this instant."
"Of course, the master has been expecting you," said Amber. "Rachel, go
inform the master that our new sister is here."
"Gladly." Rachel leaned forward, Amber bending her head so that the two
girl's lips met. The kissed deeply before Rachel went off. She returned
quickly. "The master will see you now."
Paige followed Amber and Rachel into the home's living room. There was
no television stereo or any modern form of entertainment. Two long
couches formed an aisle leading to the room's centerpiece, a recliner
sitting on an elevated platform. The whole room seemed set up like a
throne room. The tattooist sat on the recliner. Yaphet smiled at her as
she entered. He was wearing only a robe. "Ah," he said in his deep
voice, "it is the one who wanted the confederate flag tattoo."
"I'm here hoping you'll make me go back to normal again." Paige tried to
be calm not wanting to upset or insult the giant black man.
"No, you are not. You are here to surrender your mind and body to me.
You are here to take your rightful place serving me."
"NO! I am here with my husband on my honeymoon. All I want is to return
to him and be his wife not some slut for every black man I see."
"You are not a slut for black men. You are my slut. Your attraction to
black men has been an attempt to be with me. Now that you have found me,
you will no longer need to be with other black men. I don't like to
share my slaves."
"Please let me go."
"No. You are the hottest woman to ever come to me wanting a tattoo on
her crotch. I can't let you get away."
"FUCK YOU!" screamed Paige, starting to sob. "I didn't want a tattoo on
my crotch. You talked me into it somehow."
Yaphet threw his head back and laughed. "That's right. I did talk you
into it. "I'll show you how."
Yaphet stood and untied his robe. He pulled it open and let it fall to
his feet. All three women gasped. Paige gasped because of the size of
his monster penis. It was soft, but very plump, the head swung close to
his knee nearly a foot from the base. The black man even had to stand
with his legs slightly apart because his testicals were so large. Paige
was able to pull her eyes from it momentarily to look at Rachel and
Amber. Their gasps were closer to moans. Rachel had placed a hand under
her bikini bottoms. Amber was squeezing her nipples. Both girls had just
orgasmed as Yaphet's mighty cock appeared. Paige's tattoo was throbbing
sending spasms through her body. Her nipples also grew hard and her
pussy started gushing lubrication. Yaphet pointed at a tattoo on his
leg. "This is the Swahili symbol for persuasion."
His tattoos were dark and hard to see against his black skin, but Paige
could make out a myriad of strange symbols. On her first visit, he had
told her some meant, strong, powerful, and virile. "Your tattoos give
you power?" asked Paige, rhetorically.
"Duh," laughed Amber still staring hungrily at Yaphet's cock. Rachel was
licking her lips.
"They never get enough of my cock." Yaphet sat back down on his
chair/throne, cock and balls dangling over the edge of the cushion.
"The master covers it up sometimes just to tease us," said Rachel.
"And I let them cover up...a little when working. Remove your bikinis."
Paige looked left then right. Both Rachel and Amber were removing their
skimpy bikinis. Paige was horrified to see the girls obeying his
commands like true slaves. Paige finished stepping out of her bikini
bottoms and tossed her top aside. "No," she whispered realizing she had just obeyed him also. "What did your tattoo do to me?" Paige saw that both Amber and Rachel had shaved crotches and tattoos identical to her own.
"The erect cock represents me, your master, and the shackles represent
your bondage to my will."
"But how did I know to come here? To wear a bikini?" Paige found herself
liking being nude in this room and didn't even desire to put the bikini
back on. She thought it might feel constricting.
Amber responded. "We are linked emphatically. I got branded in New
Orleans during Mardi Gras. When my master called, I hitchhiked from
Oregon. I began wearing less and less until I was just in my bra and
panties. Luckily, the truck driver was black and kept me satisfied for
awhile. The master likes lingerie and bikinis. We sense what he wants
and give it to him. If he wants my ass tonight, I will be on all fours
holding my butt cheeks apart without him telling me. He wanted me to
answer your question for him. It isn't truly telepathy, we just know
what pleases him."
Rachel chimed in. She seemed to concentrate a moment. "The master is
hungry for an omelet and I will have one ready for him when he opens his
eyes in the morning."
"No way," said Paige. Even thinking this was bull shit, she began
walking toward Yaphet because he wanted a blow job. He spread his legs
open and she kneeled between them. She didn't touch his cock because he
wanted to show her something.
"Erect!" Yaphet's cock slapped against his stomach with a thud. It had
turned from limp to hard with one word.
When getting tattooed, Paige had noticed a snake tattoo on Yaphet's
stomach. The snake's body rose from his crotch, straight as an arrow,
the head formed serpentine around his navel. It was very phallic and the
snake had a white, forked tongue that could have been sperm erupting from
a giant penis. Yaphet's hard cock fitted perfectly into that tattoo down
to the serpentine head. His cock now looked like it had white sperm
shooting from the tip or a white forked tongue. His huge ball sack was
now openly displayed. He even had a tattoo on it, that must have been very painful.
"It means fertility," he said, answering her silent question. Just as he
finished speaking, a baby started crying in another room. Rachel
promptly headed in the direction of the noise. "You may come suck it
now."
Despite hating the man, Paige yearned for the monster between his legs.
She scooted forward and took it in her hand. Yaphet's huge cock wouldn't
budge. Paige grabbed it with both hands and had to exert a lot of
strength to get it to bend down towards her mouth. Finally, it moved and
Paige sat up on her knees, bringing her mouth down over the head of his
cock.
Master Yaphet's penis was perfect. It shamed even her other black
lover's cocks. Paige bobbed her head rapidly over the serpentine tip.
She swallowed a little more with each downward thrust of her head until
it entered her throat. Even sucking Max's huge cock wasn't much practice
compared to this one. Paige's throat barely stretched wide enough to
accommodate the thick cock, but it did just make it and she continued
swallowing more until she had taken a good ten inches. At that point she
started bobbing her head again, deep throating him as much as possible.
"Stop!" Yaphet barked. Paige looked up at him while half his cock was
still buried down her throat. "Remove your head from my cock and go play
with yourself on the couch."
Paige backed off his cock, shaking her head with denial. She turned and
sat on the couch. Even as she sat, Amber had taken her place between the
master's legs and was vigorously sucking Yaphet's giant cock. Amber was
obviously a lot more familiar with it, because in no time her nose was
buried in his pubic hair.
"You may speak, Paige. Tell me what you are thinking."
Paige was watching the black man through half-lidded eyes. Her finger was between her legs, massaging her clit, sometimes dipping into her wet
pussy. "It should be me. Not her. I can do better. Please, let me suck
your cock again. Please," Paige begged, starting to cry.
He was a monster to let her suck on such a magnificent cock only to take
it from her.
Rachel returned to the room and quickly knelt down besides Amber. Yaphet
stood up from his chair to give the two girls easier access to his cock.
They kneeled on either side of him, kissing his shaft and testicles.
They shared his cock. Amber took the lead. She bent in towards her and
sucked for awhile before bending it over to Rachel. Paige had an orgasm
watching them suck on it.
Amber and Rachel sucked on it for some time before both girl's suddenly
stopped and withdrew their mouths. Amber pointed Yaphet's cock towards
Paige. Paige looked up at Yaphet for permission. He nodded and she
jumped down off the couch. The three girls formed a triangle with Paige
at the tip, Amber on her left and Rachel on her right. Paige could only
suck on the tip while the other two licked up and down the shaft. Both
of the girl's tongues often licked Paige's mouth where Yaphet's cock
disappeared between her lips.
There was no warning when he came. Paige was gagging on cum even before
she felt his cock jerk as he ejaculated. She gulped as her mouth
completely filled with sperm. The second wad pushed her head back and
Amber took her place. A stream of semen shot out, splattering on Paige's
face before Amber got her mouth over it. Amber moaned contentedly before
pushing it quickly over to Rachel. Rachel took the cock head in her
mouth, her cheeks quickly bulging out with sperm. Paige swore that
Rachel trembled from an orgasm as she swallowed Yaphet's cum. Rachel
stroked forwards on his shaft, milking it for any remaining drops.
Yaphet sat back down in his chair when his cock quit yielding sperm.
Rachel then turned her hungry eyes to the sperm coating Paige's face.
Both Amber and Rachel began licking the sperm off Paige's face. Paige
found herself kissing them, her lips parting so that first Rachel's,
then Amber's tongue could slip inside her mouth. Paige found she enjoyed
the close contact with other women and the thought of what that might
imply scared her.
"Enough," said Yaphet. Amber and Rachel stood, helping Paige to her
feet. They led Paige over to the couch and sat her at the end closest to
Yaphet while they sat beside her. Paige stared at Yaphet's huge cock
which had quickly deflated and hung over the chair once again. "Erect,"
he said and the penis thumped back up against Yaphet's muscular stomach.
Rachel and Amber moaned at the sight and Paige felt her own pussy throb
with excitement.
Yaphet stood off the chair again, then it was his turn to kneel. He was
so big, that his cock lined right up with the three girl's crotches
where they sat on the couch and it was pointed at Paige's pussy first.
"Do you want this?"
Paige squeezed her eyes shut to fight saying the truth, but it didn't
work. "Yes, you monster. I want it." She turned a look filled with
hatred on him. Paige softened her look as she stared up into his face.
She hadn't realized how handsome he was.
Yaphet rubbed his big knobby cock head up and down her wet slit. Paige
moaned as the head pressed against her and her labia parted for it.
"Don't orgasm," said Yaphet. He pounded his hips several times, his cock
forcing it's way deeper inside Paige's pussy.
Paige's gaze alternated from looking down at the monster cock forcing
it's way deep inside her to looking up at his brutish face with his
handsome African features. Yaphet's eyes never left her face. Whenever
she looked up at him, their gaze met. She felt something pass between
them as they stared into each others eyes. "Fuck me, master." He wanted
her to talk. "Fuck me with that big black cock." He wanted her to
vocalize what she was feeling. "Fuck me harder. Gimme that big black
cock." Paige wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of telling him
how much she was enjoying this. "I love it. I love your black cock,
master." Paige realized she'd been talking all along. She would have
cried, but her whole body felt too good. He was deeper then even Max had
been. Paige felt a giant orgasm building, but it was like someone had
built a dam inside her pussy. Yaphet's great cock head kept pounding
against the damn. Each time he hit, her pending orgasm seemed to grow,
but he never broke through. The next thing she knew, her pussy was
empty. "Noooo!," she cried. "I need to cum."
Yaphet laughed evilly. He stood, towering above Paige, his cock rampant
and mighty, jutting out fourteen inches from his crotch. She reached up
for it, but he stepped back. Yaphet moved to kneel between Rachel's
legs. His well lubricated cock easily entered her soaked pussy. "You may
cum," he said to Rachel, grinning over at Paige.
Paige was writhing with frustration on the couch. Two fingers were
shoved in her pussy and her free hand was squeezing and tugging on her
right nipple. She needed to cum so bad, but the dam wouldn't break.
"Cumming," screamed Rachel with only his cock head in her. Yaphet pushed
deeper. Rachel's pussy was obviously used to his big weapon because she
took it all rather easily and he began pounding her with it. "Cumming.
Oh god, I love it. Aaah. Fuck me. Fu...cumming. Can't stop cumming.
Can't take it. Ooh oh yes. More. No more. Oh fuck it's so good." This
went on for fifteen minutes until Yaphet suddenly quit bucking his hips
and held his cock deep inside her. Rachel screamed loudly as a huge
orgasm burst from her. Paige watched jealously as Rachel passed out from
the pleasure.
"Do you wish to taste my sperm again?" asked Yaphet withdrawing his
rapidly deflating penis from Rachel's pussy.
"Yes," said Paige.
"Well there's plenty." He nodded his head at Rachel's gaping pussy.
Sperm was pouring our of it.
"But..."
"But what? You want my sperm, go lick it up."
The thing that surprised Paige the most was that the idea didn't disgust
her like it should. Rachel, and Amber too for that matter, were very
attractive young women. Paige quit playing with herself and rolled over
to line herself up with the unconscious girl's pussy.
"Erect," said Yaphet. The giant black man had now positioned himself
between Amber's legs. Amber was holding her pussy lips apart for him. Yaphet noticed Paige's gaze. He looked at Amber and said, "Cum!" Amber suddenly shuddered from an orgasm with Yaphet's cock head still inches from her pussy.
Paige bent her head down and began lapping up strands of semen from
Rachel's thighs before moving up to her crotch. The sounds of heavy
fucking started next to her. Amber was also having continuous multiple
orgasms and every bit as vocal about it as Rachel had been.
Soon Paige was digging her tongue between the folds of Rachel's labia
trying to lap up every drop of sperm she could get. Rachel suddenly came
alive. Paige felt Rachel's hand caressing her hair and Rachel's crotch
soon began subtly raising itself into Paige's tongue. "Oh god," moaned
Rachel. "Can't take much more." Rachel came again while humping Paige's
mouth.
Paige finished sucking the sperm out of Rachel's pussy about five
minutes before Yaphet deposited a fresh batch inside Amber.
Paige got down on all fours and moved in to lap up Amber's sperm filled
pussy.
"Erect," said Yaphet's voice behind her. His hands grabbed her thin
waist. Paige's tongue was on Amber's pussy when she felt Yaphet's
Cock head press against her pussy. She was still stretched out from her
earlier penetration and several inches of the black man's penis easily
pushed into her.
"May I cum?" asked Paige, more frustrated then ever.
"Tell me what you are first."
"Ah-ugh," cried Paige as Yaphet pushed at least half his cock into her
and her nose went straight into Amber's spread pussy. "I'm a slut for
black cock."
""No. Your attraction to black men was just leading you to me."
"Oh god, pleeese let me cum. I'm a slut for your black cock. I'm your
slut, master."
Yaphet began fucking her at a medium pace. "Finish sucking my sperm out
of that pussy and I may let you cum." Yaphet paused to watch her attack
Amber's pussy. When he started thrusting his hips again, he helped push
her tongue in deeper into Amber. "There is only my cock. You will fuck
no more white men. You will fuck no more black men. Love me. Serve me.
Love what I love."
"I'm done, master. May I cum?" Paige returned her mouth to Amber's
pussy. She no longer wanted to lick it to eat her master's sperm. She
just wanted to eat Amber's pussy some more. Yaphet loved his sluts and
so too did Paige. She balanced her elbows on the edge of the couch and
reached up to fondle Amber's beautiful big breasts. Amber grabbed her
wrists with one hand and her hair with the other. Amber came hard as
Paige vigorously ate her pussy.
"You may cum when I cum."
Yaphet started fucking Paige hard, too hard for her to continue licking
Amber's pussy. Paige raised her head and laid her cheek down on Amber's
stomach. Amber leaned up and held Paige's shoulders to help keep her still. Each thrust of Yaphet's cock probed deeper into Paige. She loved it, loved every inch of it. Fucking Yaphet was heaven on earth, but she felt she might die from frustration. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Yaphet's cock jerked as he buried it and held it still. A powerful jet of sperm hosed her womb and the dam finally burst.
Paige found herself overwhelmed with pleasure. Her orgasm was huge and
unending. It continued as long Yaphet's cock continued to shoot sperm
inside her. Darkness filled her eyesight and her consciousness began
slipping away. The last thing Paige heard was Yaphet's voice saying,
"Forget your previous life. There is only me."
*****************
George woke up alone.
He climbed out of bed, stretched, and was surprised to find Paige wasn't
in the restroom. He threw some shorts on and left the room thinking his
wife was probably going for a morning swim or getting a soda, but she
was nowhere to be found. Curious, but not yet worried, he returned to
the room determined to wait for his wife. Hours passed.
George finally called the police late in the afternoon. The policeman
that arrived to take his statement was polite asking the usual
questions. He wanted to know if they'd had a fight, if Paige had been
drunk or used drugs. The bottom line was that they needed 48 hours to declare her missing, but the police would be on the lookout for any female matching her description.
George had a difficult time calling Paige's parents, but he did his
duty. Paige's dad offered to come down immediately, but George told him
to wait another day. George left a note for Paige should she show up. He
left to wander the city. And he found his wife.
"Paige?" George called and she turned to smile at him. He had watched
her for fifteen minutes walking the main street passing out pamphlets.
The barely legal bikini she was wearing garnered her a lot of attention
from men, but she seemed to go out of her way finding women to hand the
pamphlets to. "Paige?" he asked again, she didn't seem to know who he
was.
"Here you go," she said, passing him a pamphlet.
"Paige, it's George. Don't you recognize me?"
"I'm sorry, have we met?"
George grabbed her bare shoulders. "Paige, I'm your husband."
"Let go of me," she said, loudly.
A man in a navy uniform who was so big he didn't seem to have a neck,
placed a big hand on George's chest and gave him a little push back so
that George released his wife. "You need help, ma’am?" asked the sailor.
"Thank you. This man just grabbed me." Paige backed off a few steps.
"She's my wife, gawddammit."
"Settle down there, mister," said the sailor, while Paige turned and ran
off. "Let her go." The burly young man waited till Paige was out of
sight before he took his hand off George. "Now you just let the young
lady go, buddy. I'm gonna keep an eye on you."
George was a big guy and he gave the sailor a threatening stare, but
decided it wasn't worth it and backed down. He had bigger things to
worry about. George looked down at the paper in his hand. It gave
directions to a residence a tattoo artist was working out of.
An hour later George sat down on the stairs of a residence and watched
the house across the street that was the address on the pamphlet. A girl
in a bikini was sunning herself in the front yard reading, of all
things, a Hustler magazine. A guy approached her asking about getting a tattoo. The girl led him inside, soon returning outside to her magazine.
The customer now sporting a tattoo on his bicep, left the house around
an hour and a half after arriving, just as George noticed Paige walking
down the sidewalk. He didn't think this day could have gotten any more
bizarre, but it did. Paige and the other girl in the bikini greeted each
other by embracing and kissing. It wasn't a peck on the lips, the two bikini clad women hugged each other like lovers and kissed deeply. Paige even grabbed the girls ass as they kissed. They broke their embrace and Paige entered the house.
George got up off the stairs. "Excuse me," he called to the girl in the
bikini. "Is this the right place to get a tattoo?"
"Yes," said the girl, standing up. "Come inside and I'll see if the
master is available." The girl led George into a room with a recliner
and tattooing equipment. "Have a seat." She left through another door
and George swore he heard his wife's voice saying, "It's so big." The
girl returned. "The master will be with you in about twenty minutes."
"Why do you call him master?"
"Yaphet is a master of the art of tattooing. Sit back and relax. I will
be outside if you need anything."
George stood up as she left. He approached the door he'd heard his
wife's voice coming from. This time, he heard a man's voice saying,
"Suck that big cock, slut."
George turned the handle. He threw the door open and burst into the
room. The sight stunned him and eliminated any element of surprise he'd
had. Paige was naked on her knees before a muscular giant of a black man
and probably the scariest, ugliest black man he'd ever seen. Paige's
head was in the man's crotch and all George could see was the back of
her head. "Get the fuck out of here," growled the black man.
"T-that's my wife, mother fucker." George had recovered and stood just
as Paige turned her head to see the intruder. The black man's massive
penis slapped up against his stomach as she released it. "Dear god!"
George had never seen anything like it.
George made a fist and prepared to charge forwards, but the black man was no longer in the same spot. No one that big should have been able to move that fast, but the black man was so quick he was nearly a blur. Still, George swung, but the black man was already inside his swing. One huge hand grabbed George's neck and squeezed.
"Master, I swear I've never seen this man before," said Paige.
George's oxygen was cut off. For a moment he felt as if he were rising
up into heaven, but realized the black man was lifting him up by the
neck. George's feet no longer rested on the ground. His eyes bulged out.
Everything went black.
****************
George woke up in his motel room. He stretched and climbed out of bed.
Paige wasn't with him. Everything was foggy, but the events of yesterday
soon came rushing back to him. His lip hurt him. When he reached up to
touch it, it felt sore and swollen. Sure enough, it was all puffy when
he looked at himself in the mirror. It was the inside of his lip that
hurt the worst. George reached up and grabbed his lower lip. He pulled
his lip down and promptly decided he'd kill the black tattoo artist. A
black penis was tattooed on the inside of his lip. Holding his lip out
like he was, the head of the black penis was pointing in towards his
mouth.
There was also a sore spot between his ass cheeks. George turned around
and looked over his should. He had another tattoo of a black cock on his
ass, the head pointing towards his anus. "That fucking black bastard,"
he said.
George dressed himself and was surprised to discover it was around two
in the morning. He left his motel room determined to have his revenge on
the black tattoo master. He strolled purposefully in the direction of
the tattooist's house, but his steps faltered as he passed a bar. George
suddenly was very thirsty. He stepped inside the bar and walked up to the bartender, ordering a drink. George sat down, noticing for the first
time the clientele were all men. It was a gay bar.
"This drink is on the gentlemen at the end of the bar," said the
bartender.
George turned and stared. The man who had bought him the drink took it
as an invitation. He got up and moved over to sit by George. He was a
skinny, effeminate black man with dyed blonde hair. "First time here?"
asked the man.
"Yes," said George as the tattoos on his ass and lips began throbbing.
"Honey, your gonna love Key West." The black man winked at him and put
his hand on George's knee.
THE END
Author’s Note: Though not truly connected, I tied some of my IR mind control stories together. Yaphet mentions getting his dyes from Mobutu, which is the name of African in “Wendy and The Witchdoctor”. In that story Mobutu mentions Mama Juju from “Mama Juju and The Black Mamba Man.”
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