Wife Gets Pounded Because Husband Is Impounded

Wife Gets Pounded While Husband’s Impounded
Copyright 2012 by Stormbringer and illustratedinterracial.com

Author’s Note: This story is based on an outline of mine that I had submitted to illustratedinterracial.com as a possible comic that I would write. Fobbs the artist at illustratedinterracial is going forwards and creating a comic based on my outline, but not actually written by me. This story is based on his comic panels and dialog with some additional characterization and background added by me.




The judge listened to the jury’s guilty verdict. He looked over at the accused. “Bernard Bush, the jury has found you guilty of three counts of embezzlement. You are hereby sentenced to serve one year in prison for each guilty count. Sentence to began immediately. This court is adjourned.” The judge slammed his gavel down and stood to exit the courtroom.

Andrea Bush sobbed into her tissue as the bailiff came for her husband while his lawyer patted him on the shoulder. “You might serve half that with good behavior,” consoled the lawyer. Andrea wiped the tears from her eyes, gathering the strength to stand.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” said Bernard as he was handcuffed and led off by the bailiff. “I love you Andy,” he called back over his shoulder.

“Oh Bernard,” she cried, watching her husband being led off, head hanging down dejectedly. Andrea’s legs felt weak and she was forced to sit back down. Her husband’s lawyer came and stood over her, hands on shoulders to comfort her. Andrea was aware that the lawyer was looking down her blouse, so she leaned forwards taking her impressive cleavage out of his sight. He removed his hands. “If you need anything, anything at all, don’t hesitate to call me, Mrs. Bush.“ He grabbed his briefcase and left the courtroom.

Andrea wasn’t mad at the lawyer. Her breasts had been impressive at fifteen and drawing men’s stares and unwanted attention ever since. Andrea had tried her hand at modeling and there had been lots of interest at first. Unfortunately, Andrea was rather conservative and had to refuse most of the offers she got for jobs. Her skin was too pale. Her breasts were too large. Her ass was too big. One client told her flat out that she was built for porn or the pole and she knew he was right. Offers came in. There were plenty for sleazy lingerie, bikini on motorcycle, bikini on boat, bikini on hotrod, topless dancer in HBO mafia program, and one dancing in a bikini in a rap video. She turned them all down, still hoping for an offer for a real job and she got a few, but not enough to pay the bills. On her twenty-first birthday, Andrea was broke and desperate for money. She shamefully put on a skimpy bikini and signed up for a bikini contest at a local nightclub. Red faced with embarrassment, she paraded around for the amusement of a bunch of drunks, put up with their stares and occasional gropes, hurriedly leaving the bar five hundred dollars richer, vowing never to do that again. A year later, she was wearing a bikini that barely covered her nipples and a panty that kept slipping up her ass leaving her butt cheeks bare and walking around a boat show handing out brochures. There she met Bernard Bush.

Bernard was a rising star in his investment firm. He approached her about a boat, but Andrea knew he was checking out her body as all men did. He wasn’t much to look at. Bernard Bush could be described as average. He was average looking, average build, average brown hair, parted on the side. He nervously asked her to have dinner with him and she said yes, plus he bought a boat which made her employers happy.

They hit it off quite well. To Bernard, Andrea was a fantasy come to life, a woman with conservative values and a strippers body. To Andrea, Bernard was an escape from her reality. He could provide for her, no more men ogling her bikini clad body, no more working, period. She could be just a wife and a future mother. They were married a year later. Friends teased Bernard that he had married up and Andrea over heard her mother-in-law warn her son that Andrea was probably only after his money. They were mismatched, average Joe, Bernard with his stacked redheaded wife, but it’s not always about looks. Bernard was kind and funny whereas Andrea loved taking care of her husband, cooking for him, and they had a pretty healthy sex life, though Bernard couldn’t seem to last more then a few minutes. He blamed it on her hotness and truthfully, he did last longer when the lights were off and they couldn’t see each other.

Bernard wanted to wait on starting a family. He claimed that he wanted to enjoy their youth and they did. He loved showing his stunning wife off at office parties and one or two drunk coworkers even made passes at her. She dressed to show off her figure without dressing like a tramp. She wore skirts to show off her legs, but not too much leg, tops to show some cleavage, but not too much cleavage, etc. Bernard worked hard and long hours, but they took plenty of vacations, Hawaii, the South of France, Aruba, etc. She’d wear bikinis for him on vacations, but always used a more conservative one piece around home especially when they were at pool parties with his coworkers. She also had a nice sexy lingerie collection that Bernard bought for her on birthdays, anniversaries, and Christmases. She gladly wore anything he bought her, but Bernard usually got so worked up seeing her dressed so sexily that his premature ejaculation problem kicked in leaving her wanting.

Now at twenty-eight, the Bushes were quite happy and well off. Bernard got big raises- really big raises- every year- big raises she should have been suspicious of. They moved from a big house to a bigger house, bought new cars every year, and basically lived the good life. Months before their fifth wedding anniversary, Andrea went off birth control. She figured it was time they got moving on a family even if he wasn’t ready. She felt that Bernard was probably just worried that she might lose her figure having a baby, but she would work out as much as necessary and besides, Andrea’s mom was built like she was and if anything childbirth had only made her breasts bigger.

Then Bernard started acting strangely. He seemed upset and nervous, even a little scared. He wouldn’t admit that there was anything bothering him, but she knew there was. Their sex life became nonexistent. She’s reach over to fondle his penis, but nothing she did could make it grow from touching it, to fixing him dinner in nothing but a see through teddy, to rubbing lotion on herself while nude in front of him, to finally taking his penis into her mouth-something she found disgusting-but had done for her husband a few times. Even her mouth couldn’t make him hard. Bernard apologized and just said that he had a lot on his plate at the moment. Andrea began to fear that Bernard was having an affair and they actually slept apart for a few nights before he promised her that he wasn’t cheating on her. He brought some financial papers home for her to sign which she thought nothing about. A week later, she went to his office to meet him for lunch. Bernard’s coworkers looked at her oddly and finally the President of the firm came out to meet her. He explained that as of that morning Bernard Bush was not only no longer employed by his firm but had been arrested for embezzlement. He offered to drive the stunned young wife home.

Six months of stress and hell later, Andrea looked up to watch her husband whom despite it all, she still loved ,being led out of the courtroom to the waiting bus that would take him to his prison home for the next three years. The papers he had made her sign were legal documents putting the house and their assets in her name. The firm had only been able to recover some of the money he’d stolen from then. Andrea thanked Bernard for that at least. She would be able to get by without working and then when he got out, they could start over and finally start a family. So, she would wait for him.

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The orange jumpsuit made the usually suit clad Bernard Bush feel more like a criminal then did walking through the prison. He carried his linens during the walk of shame down the cell block towards the ten by ten room that would be his home for the next three years. He had hoped for a better prison, one deserving of his wealth and position. These were real criminals, rapists, thieves, and murders. Bernard went pale hearing some catcalls, whistles and lip smacking as the new guy was led to his cell. The color didn’t return to his face when he saw his cellmate.

“Here’s your new roommate Brute,” said the guard. “You make nice with him.” Brute had to have been the biggest guy Bernard had ever seen. The over muscled black man sat on the lower bunk, wearing shades and smoking a cigarette. “No smoking inside, Brute, you know that,” said the guard.

“Fuck you!” replied the black man.

The guard didn’t do anything. He just backed out of the cell and slammed the door behind Bernard. “Uh hi,” said Bernard. If he could befriend this giant black man, Brute might be able to keep him safe.

“You got the top bunk. You got that boy,” said Brute.

“Ye-yes sir,” stuttered Bernard.

Brute had bigger muscles then any prize fighter or wrestler, Bernard had ever seen. His left arm was covered in tribal tattoos. His head was shaved bald, but he sported a beard that ran up to his ears and a mustache. He was older, maybe in his forties, but Bernard always found age hard to guess on black people.

Bernard sat his linens down on the bunk and climbed up in it. He laid down on his bunk hoping he wasn’t going to get raped in the middle of the night. Brute left him alone and the first few days of prison were bearable. The worst being not knowing where to sit during meals. Brute sat with a bunch of big blacks and
He couldn’t sit with any of the other gangs, white skinheads, or big kids. He feared that if he sat with the smaller white inmates, he would become a target of the bigger criminals.

Just like high school, thought Bernard, picking a table.

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

A couple of days later Bernard’s wife came to visit him in jail.

Brute got up from his mom’s weekly visit and was kissing her on the cheek when he saw Andrea. He couldn’t believe the body on the bitch or the fact that his wimp cell mate had scored such a hot woman. Andrea was as white as Brute was black. Dammmmn! He thought. Now that is some fine ass white booty. I would like to hit that… and hit that hard.

Brute returned to the cell and walked up to the bunks. Bernard had taped some pictures of he and his wife on the wall. One such caught Brute’s eye. He ripped it off the wall. Andrea was smiling at the camera and wearing a purple spaghetti strap summer dress. Her red hair was down and framed her lovely face. Brute unzipped the front of his jump suit showing off his hard muscular chest. The tattoos on his arm ran down to his left pectoral near his nipple. He reached down and grabbed his growing cock. At eleven plus inches, the black cock was a monster, but it was the thickness that made it look huge. Brute spit in his hand and started stroking his shaft while staring at the picture. Shit! He thought, This bitch is fucking making my black cock fucking hard as a fucking steel pole. I got to have this white pussy…BAD!!

Brute aimed his cock at the picture and after several minutes, it exploded his hot seed all over the picture, the wall behind and the floor s Brute’s giant testicles emptied their load.

“Clean that shit up,” said a passing guard.

Brute got some toilet paper and wiped off the now stained picture. Bernard would notice, but the wimp wouldn’t dare say anything. Brute then got to work cleaning his mess up off the floor and wall, something he considered woman’s work. His eyes kept going back to the picture of the lovely Andrea, his criminal mind devising a plan to take the hot white bitch.

Brute was pretty much the gang leader for all the blacks in the prison. He told three of his thug buddies, his top enforcers to beat the crap out of his cellmate.

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Bernard was relieved to be assigned a relatively easy duty at the prison. He was allowed use of the library for legal purposes, helping fellow prisoners in legal and financial advice. As a non-dangerous criminal, he had more freedom in traveling between his cell and the library. He’d just left the library where he’d spent the last two hours advising a criminal about to get out in a few weeks on what to do with his money. For the first time since being sentenced, he actually felt a little happy. Maybe god had a purpose in sending him to prison and that was to help people?

He was walking down the hall to the cell block when three giant muscled black men turned the corner approaching him. Bernard quickly looked down to his feet. He’d seen them in the yard, lifting weights and giving fellow inmates a hard time. They were big scary gangsta types, people he’d never had to associate with on the outside.

“What da fuck you looking at?”

Bernard jumped a little at the ferocity of the words and looked up. One of the blacks was glaring at him.

“I said, what the fuck you looking at boy?”

“N-nothing,” he stuttered.

“Fuck you cracker!”

Bernard barely saw the fist as it clobbered him on the side of the chin. He went down to all fours. The hard toed shoe hit him next, kicking into his stomach. “Ooof!” he grunted, rolling on his side. One of the other blacks bent over, raising his fist, prepared to strike. “P-please,” he begged, but the fist came down hard on the same side of his face as the previous hit. He heard voices through the haze.

“Think you’re better then us cracker?” A kick to the ribs. Bernard was on his back now. “Rich boy got him a big house and a hot wife?” A foot stomped down hard on his stomach. “We all equals in here.”
A kick to the side of the head. Bernard felt a fist clench the chest on his orange jumpsuit and lift him up as one of the black thug knelt over him, bringing his face in close. “We ain’t done with you, white boy.” Spittle struck Bernard in the face, just under his eye. “We hate your kind here.” The man dropped Bernard to the hard cement, hitting Bernard’s head hard. “I’d be surprised if you survive your sentence,” was the last thing Bernard heard as they walked away. He tried to raise himself to his feet, but only fell back down.

Some guards found him and took him to the infirmary. His cheek was swollen, he hard a minor concussion, and some bruised ribs.

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

Andrea bore the frisking stoically. The black guard seemed to enjoy the pat down just a little too much. He took his time on her bra and ass, slowing his frisking enough that she noticed, but not enough for her to file a complaint. No black man had ever touched her before and she endured it as best she could. He winked at her, then opened the trailer door.

Andrea’s nose crinkled in distaste. She gone from making love to her husband in a three story, multi-million dollar mansion on a king sized bed to a one room trailer, with a cot that she could only enter after going through a metal detector and after being felt up by a black man. The worse thing was that the room stunk of bleach and semen. Andrea didn’t like living in the big house all alone. She was lonely, wanted human companionship, and also very horny. It had been close to a year since they’d had sex, Bernie being either in prison or too stressed out to perform. Her situation couldn’t get any worse.

It got worse. The guard escorted her husband through the door. “Have fun,” said the guard, this one white with a gray mustache and he gave her the creeps. “I know I would,” he said, his eyes running up and down Andrea’s buxom figure. Andrea barely noticed. She was completely shocked by her husband‘s appearance. “Oh my god, honey. What happened?” she asked, running up to Bernard and caressing his swollen cheek.

“It’s nothing, sweety, really,” he replied, flinching from her touch. He bent down to kiss her, wincing, but not stopping. “I need this so much,” he whispered, nearly crying as he unbuttoned her blouse.

“Me too,” she replied opening his orange pants. She paused so that he could pull her blouse off. Her bra unsnapped in the front and he quickly freed her beautiful large breasts. Again he looked like he might cry when he saw them His hand grabbed them, pinching one nipple and Andrea moaned in response. Her hand went back to his pants, slipping inside. She felt his penis, cupping it, tugging his small rubbery hose. Nothing happened, it remained floppy. “What’s wrong?” she asked, tugging harder.

“Nothing. Lets just hold each other.”

Andrea frowned. Why could he never open up to her? They stripped naked and that only served to concern her more for her husband’s safety. He had black and blue bruises on his stomach and reddish blue bruises on his ribs. She held him and they fell to the bed. Andrea’s heart broke for her husband as he caressed her nude body. His hand trembled as it cupped her breasts. He was like a teenage virgin seeing boobies for the first time. Bernard pinched her nipples and fought back tears. “I miss you so much,” she whispered, kissing him on his swollen cheek and then his lips. Tears rolled down her own eyes as her imagination wondered what horrors her poor husband was facing in jail.

“I miss you too,” he replied, breaking the kiss and working his lips down to her neck, shoulder, breasts, and finally he clamped his mouth around her hardening nipple.

Andrea gasped with lust and finally, the frantic tugging on his penis produced results. Blood flowed into Bernard’s penis. It plumped up, extending to it’s full 5 ½ to 6 inches. It stayed floppy for awhile and she increased her tugs until it turned hard. If she slowed the pumping of her fist it turned floppy again. “I need you inside me now,” she begged, continuing to pull on Bernard’s penis while he moved his body on top of her. “Make love to me Bernard,” she begged, bending his penis towards the entrance to her needy pussy.

“Uuunnhhh!” grunted Bernard, raising his head off her breast. She could see the strain on his face.

“Nooo!” whined Andrea, as her husband’s hot seed sprayed her crotch. She whimpered in frustration. He’d cum all over her reddish brown pubes and some sperm now covered her fingers where she still stroked his rapidly deflating penis. His penis hadn’t even entered her.

“Sorry,” he said, rolling off her.

Andrea looked down her body and gasped at the sight of his semen matting her pubic hair. Bernard had cum a lot more then usual. He certainly wasn’t masturbating much or doing something more horrifying in prison. He’d never cum so much and if only he hadn’t prematurely ejaculated, so much seed just might have been what she needed to get pregnant. Andrea glanced at Bernard. He wasn’t looking at her, probably too ashamed. She quickly used her already semen covered fingers to scoop some of his seed off her crotch and she inserted his sperm into her pussy, fighting off a moan as she was so horny, her fingers felt great inside her. If things didn’t improve, she was going to start masturbating. She imagined being impregnated as more memorable, more romantic, but at this point, she was so desperate, she’d take what she could get.

Andrea glanced at the clock. They were allowed an hour and it had been only twenty minutes from the time Bernard had walked into the cell. She turned her body and spooned her husband, kissing him on the back and there they stayed until their hour was up. Afterwards, they kissed on the lips before the guard pulled them apart and she was once again searched by the over eager black prison guard.

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

The three thugs terrorized Bernard several more times over the next two weeks. They didn’t openly assault him again, but in many ways what they did was worse. At least one meal a day was taken from him by one of the black men, who just walked over and helped himself to Bernard’s tray. They tripped him in the hallways and worse then anything, the scariest of the bunch came up to him in the yard while the other two watched from where the lifted weights near where Brute was working his big muscles. The thug walked up to Bernard who was sitting in the shade near the guard tower. The black thug looked Bernard up and down threateningly. One massive black hand reached down to his thigh and squeezed the outline of a huge cock. “Been in here so long you startin to look good to me white boy.” The thug turned and walked away.

Bernard was very disturbed when he returned to his cell. He almost wished they would be the crap out of him. He’d be safe in the infirmary. Brute lit a cigarette and folded his beefy arms as he leaned back against the wall and inhaled a drag. Smoking wasn’t allowed inside, but Bernard had come to realize, Brute could get away with a lot of things. “I see you’re getting kicked around,” said the black man. “I can help you with that, dog” said Brute, smirking as Bernard looked up at him with hope in his eyes. “It’ll cost ya though.

Bernard felt his hopes shatter. “It’ll cost me? “How can I pay you? I got nothing,” he said, his mind running through possibilities. He’d put everything in Andrea’s name to protect their assets, but maybe she could sell one of the cars or some of her stocks?

“Yo dog, you gots something alright.”

“I got nothing,” said Bernard dejectedly. “What do I have that’s even worth something?”

“All you have to do is agree to what I say and no one will fuck with you anymore.”

“I told you I have nothing to pay you with.”

“Oh you got something,” said Brute, laughing. “Here’s what I want. I want a conjugal visit with your wife.” Brute glanced over at the pictures of Andrea taped to the wall above Bernard’s bunk.

Bernard was shocked for a few seconds before it hit him. “Wh…what!” The image of Andrea’s nude body engulfed by Brute’s muscular black arms filled his mind and horrified him. He’d seen Brute’s monster of a penis when the black man pissed. The huge black cock was ten inches soft. The thought of that ugly monster inside his beautiful Andrea made Bernard want to vomit. “Absolutely not!” What kind of a monster would even suggest such a thing?  “I will never allow my wife to be with the likes of you. Never!”
Bernard suddenly froze fearing he’d gone to far, but Brute just shrugged it off.

“Suit yourself white boy,” said the black man, walking over to his bunk. “I’m the only one who can help you in here.” Brute laid down on his bed, “I wonder how your hot wife is going to handle things when you end up dead.”

Bernard just turned away.

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The second beating was worse then the first. Bernard barely saw it coming. He knew the black thugs would do something to him, but he hadn’t expected another violent attack. He barely saw the fist that busted his nose. It came fast and hard, knocking him to the ground. In a way the punch was merciful as Bernard blacked out and didn’t feel the kicks or stomps. His eyes opened slowly, both felt heavy, puffy, something hot and wet trickled across his face from his nose. The three thugs were still standing over him looking like giants from where he lay on the cement floor. Why? He wondered. What did I do to deserve this? His mind flashed on the old lady testifying against him. Sure, she had invested her retirement savings with him as had dozens of other seniors and younger people looking to get rich when they retired and parents looking to pay for their children’s college and many others, but that was different. These men were the real criminals. There was one more kick to his groin and they walked away.

Bernard spent two days in the infirmary. When he returned to the cell, Brute just shook his head sadly at Bernard’s swollen and bruised face. “My offer still stands, yo,” he grunted, laying back on his bunk. Bernard’s sore body struggled to climb on to the top bunk. The thought of seeing Andrea tomorrow was the only think that kept him going.

Andrea cried out in horror when she saw her broken husband. At the rate her poor husband was going, she’d be a widow at 28. Tears flowed from her eyes and she ran to embrace her husband. The tears never stopped flowing for the entire visit. “We only have an hour,” he whispered in her ear.

The two stripped, Andrea quickly and her husband wincing with pain as he undressed. He was covered in bruises, ribs, stomach, and thighs. His penis was shriveled and tiny, one testicle was blue and looked swollen. Andrea kissed his neck and cupped his scrotum. She knew before she touched it, that this trip would be a bust too. Bernard barley tried to make love with his wife. Instead, he buried his head in her bare  milky white breasts and cried with her. Andrea stroked his hair, looking down on him for fifteen minutes. “Oh sweety…” she whispered to him. “What can I do for you, baby. I’m so scared for you?”

Bernard chuckled a throaty rasp. “Hehe” came out as more of a cough then laugh. “It’s ironic… my cellmate offered to protect me… in return…he wants a conjugal visit with you… hehe… like I would ever let you anywhere near a black man.” Bernard shuddered as he pictured Brute’s giant black cock approaching his innocent Andrea.

Bernard had pointed Brute out to her during their first visit together. Brute’s appearance matched his nickname. Bernie didn’t know what Brute was in for, but he’d assumed the thug was in for life. The thought of her husband sharing a cell with any black man, let alone the real deal thug like Brute had her scared for her husband and that was before the beatings. Now Brute had offered to protect Bernie, but at a very high cost, but not a cost too high to pay for her husband’s life. “Honey,” she said, stuttering. “I’m scared for your life. I’ll do it sweety… I will do it to protect you. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Bernie opened his swollen eyes as wide as they would go and looked at her in shock and horror. “No… no… Don’t do it. Promise me you won’t do anything like that. PROMISE ME!”

Andrea was taken aback by Bernard’s forcefulness. Her thoughts were interrupted by the guard pounding on the door. “Five minute warning.”

“I promise, sweety,” she told him. Bernie sighed with relief. He hadn’t liked blacks before the beatings and now his dislike had grown to hatred. Andrea had a more separate but equal attitude, though she broke people down more into class then color and most blacks were lower class. The percentage of black inmates in the prison system proved that fact to her. They dressed in silence, Andrea helping her husband pull the orange jumpsuit back on.

Andrea kissed Bernie as the guard entered the room and led Bernie off. Bernie limped as he left the room. I need to do this, she thought, or I might not see my husband alive if he stays here any longer. Her mind made up instantly, but still she held out some hope that Brute might have some humanity or sympathy in him or maybe even greed, probably greed. Every second of every day was another second Bernard’s life was at risk. She went straight from the conjugal visit trailer to the visitation room. The black guard that liked feeling her up was there and she could feel his eyes zooming in on her breasts. She approached him and crossed her arms across her breasts. “I’d like to arrange a visit.”

“Didn’t you just have a conjugal with your husband?” The guard smirked as he said the word, conjugal.

“Yes, but I’d like to meet with someone else.”

“I see,” nodded the guard. “Last name, then first.”

“I don’t know his first or last name, but they call him Brute,” she told him. The smirk left the guard’s face at Brute’s name. She could tell by his expression that he knew who Brute was and also that he either feared or respected the black inmate. Brute probably was the one man that could keep her husband safe even at such an exorbitant price. “You know him. He’s my husband’s cell mate.”

“Yes, I know him. Normally, you  need to arrange an appointment ahead of time for visitation.”

“I believe he’d want this meeting,” she replied.

The guard nodded. “I’ll go get him.”

“Don’t let my husband know it’s me.”

Andrea sat at the window as Brute was brought to the other side by the black guard and sat down. He wasn’t leering or looking triumphant. His expression was angry and it never changed their whole conversation. “I know you offered to help protect my husband while he’s in here,” were the first words out of her mouth as she sat, looking down at her hands folded in her lap.

Brute crossed his arms across his chest, a pair of arms so muscular they’d have made a heavyweight boxer jealous. “Sure did,” said Brute. “He didn’t accept my offer.”

“I have access to a large sum of money that I can get for you.”

“Blood money that punk ass cracker stole from hundreds of people. That’s not the payment I want. I want something I can‘t get in prison.”

“I also know the price of your offer.”

“You do, well are ya gonna pay up?”

“Anything to protect my husband. Yes, I will pay it.”

“I want payment in full, alright?”

“Oh.. Ok, I will pay whatever.”

“Good. I want a conjugal visit with you tomorrow.”

“I just had my visit for the month today.”

“Not your problem. I’ll arrange it, see that it happens.”

“Ok, I’ll be here tomorrow.”

Brute motioned for the guard. The muscular giant rose from his seat and towered over her, leering down at her bosom through the glass. “You made the right choice. I’ll put out the word that Bernard is under my protection as of today. No one will trouble him any longer.”

Andrea was filled with relief for her husband. “Brute, keep this between you and me,” she told him as he was led away. He turned his profile to her and nodded once, then left. She’d made the right choice, no matter how high the cost.

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

Andrea arrived at the prison early the next day. The black guard leered at her and licked his lips. She was wearing a blue skirt that stopped inches above her knees and high heels that showed off her legs nicely. A short sleeve, button in the front blouse covered her top and accentuated her large bosom nicely. Plus, her embarrassingly large nipples kept poking out through her bra and blouse. She shivered when the black guard started approaching her for a pat down, but the creepy white guard with the mustache beat him to her. The black guard just sneered and walked away. The white guard was always more respectful of her, though his eyes were beady and sweat would break out on his forehead when he searched her. He patted her down, searched her bag, hand sifting through the several condoms in her purse.

The guard led her to the trailer with the small cot and the window to the outside world barred like a prison cell. “Thank you, officer,” she said, respectfully.

He turned to leave. “I don’t know how you hooked this up, lady, but I hope you know what you’re doing.”

I sure hope so too, thought Andrea.

“Your visitor will be with you in just a moment,” the guard replied, turning to leave and locking her in.

Andrea sat down on the cot, knees together, hands in her lap and tried not to cry. Presently, she heard voices outside the door, laughter, and then the key was turning in the lock. The door opened and the black guard peered in, still leering at her. “Your white wife is all ready for you,” said the guard, stepping aside and Brute strolled in wearing his orange jumpsuit. “Married couples need plenty of alone time,” said the guard. “I’ll give you two some extra time.” He shut the door and she heard the lock turn, sealing her inside the conjugal visit trailer with Brute.

“Honey, I’m home,” said the enormous black man. “I’m glad you made it baby, cause if you didn’t, it would probably kill your husband. He needs me to protect him.”

“I know he needs you, that’s why I’m here, but please don’t say things like that about my husband.”

“Shit baby, it’s all up to you whether he stays healthy or not,” said Brute.

Andrea sat back and crossed her legs, her skirt ran up her thigh and she tried to pull it down. She looked away from the black giant, distraught that this was what her life had come down to. “Ok… What do you want?”

“Good. Now get your white ass over here and take my pants off.”

She hesitated and then reluctantly slid off the cot and got on her knees in front of the black man. The cement floor was hard and cold on her bare knees. The orange pants had a large bulge in front, but she just assumed they were stretched out or he had a bit of a beer gut that she couldn’t see. She reached up to open the buttons.  “MY GOD! I’m about to have sex with this dirty black man, but I have no choice. If this is what I have to do to keep Bernard safe, then I have no choice.”

At first, Andrea didn’t know what was going on. The dirty black man wasn’t wearing underwear. His penis looked odd, just a thick tube. She pulled the pants down nearly to the top of his scrotum. Then she realized that what she was looking at was just the base of an erect penis. It was running up Brute’s stomach. He pulled his shirt up until his big log of a penis crashed forwards. “OH MY GOD!” she cried staring at his foot long monstrosity. It dwarfed her husband’s penis in both length and width. Bernard’s probably wasn’t even half as big as Brute’s huge black phallus. It appeared harder then Bernard’s penis ever got. Brute’s penis looked like you could hammer in nails with it. Huge pulsing blue-black veins traversed the length of his rod. She stared at it in abject horror and fascination.

The black bastard laughed at her expression. “HAHA! Never seen a black cock before, huh?” He laughed again.

“How on earth am I going to take that thing in my vagina?” she wondered, fearing that the giant black snake would rip her in two. She took her eyes of it and looked up at the black man. “Promise me, you’ll protect my husband?”

“That depends on you baby, will you pay up?”

“Yes… I will do whatever it takes to protect my love,” replied Andrea. She thought of Bernard, his black eye and bruised ribs, the fear in his eyes. I’m sorry honey, but I have to do this to protect you, she thought.

“Ahh! I can tell by the look on your face that you will do anything to protect your hubby,” said Brute. “What a good wife you are. Why don’t you start by taking my black cock in your mouth.”

Andrea had a brief fantasy that this was all a nightmare and she’d wake up in her own bed at home with Bernard by her side, but as her mouth approached the bulbous head of Brute’s cock, she didn’t wake up, she remained on her bare knees on the dirty floor of a conjugal visit trailer while an evil looking black thug was watching her mouth open to take in his monster sized black cock. Her mouth opened wide, as wide as it could. Her lips closed around the cock head. A second later, she could taste him. His cock stank, smelling of sweat, but it was a masculine smell and now she could taste his sweat on her tongue. She didn’t want to lick him or taste him, but his cock was dry. Her tongue was forced to lick around the head, lubricating the tip of his cock and licking the sweat from it. A drop of pre-seminal fluid dripped on her tongue as his cock tried to aid her in lubricating the shaft. It didn’t taste as bad as she would have expected. Andrea forced herself to repress her gag reflex as his cock head pushed into her throat.

“That’s it baby, take that nigger cock down that married white throat.”

Oh my god! She thought. He’s stretching my throat wide with his big black cock. His cock head pushed past her uvula and tonsils. She wanted to choke. She wanted to gag. Andrea fought her gag reflex, breathing steadily through her nose as she arched her back and his cock pushed deeper. Tears began running down her eyes from the strain.

“OH YEAH!” grunted Brute, evilly. “Take that black cock baby. YEAH!” She was doing well for a woman sucking her first real man sized cock. “Stop and get dem clothes off. Then you can go back to suckin my cock.”

Andrea pulled back, relieved to give her jaw a rest. Brute sat back on the bed and watched her, his evil looking cock rearing upwards and glistening from her saliva. Andrea turned her back to him and stripped off her blouse and skirt. She was left in her lacy pink bra and panties. Bernie always thought she looked sexy in them and now that she thought about it, she probably should have worn something plainer. She pulled down her panties and heard Brute exhale as he took in the full pale white globes of her well defined rear end. She unhooked her bra and held her arm over her breasts as she turned around. He eyed her reddish brown pubes before moving his eyes up to her covered breasts. He stared disapprovingly until she dropped her arm and he became the second man to see her magnificent naked body. She kneeled, her green eyes staring up at him as she bent his mighty cock back down towards her mouth.

Andrea went back to giving the inmate a blowjob, sometimes going slowly and sometimes speeding up, hoping he would ejaculate and that she might get this nightmare over with. Whatever it takes to keep Bernie safe, she thought over and over again, repeating her mantra.

“Wrap dem big titties around my cock.”

The distraught housewife was unsure what her meant, but instinct guided her. She squeezed his huge cock between her breasts. Her hands squeezing them tightly as she raised and lowered her breasts over his cock. Weird, but better then taking that thing in her mouth, she thought. Her long reddish hair cascaded down around his cock, curling around the tops of her breasts and she stared up at him pleadingly, praying that Brute would suddenly develop a conscious and put a stop to this. But she knew this was a fantasy as he just continued grinning evilly at her while enjoying himself. “I’ll do what you want Brute, but I have one request. I need you to wear a condom. Please, I don’t want to get pregnant.” He snickered, but said nothing. Andrea continued to jerk his cock with her breasts. “Please Brute?” He rolled his eyes. “You have to wear a condom.”

“Ok, fine,” he finally said, her persistence paying off. “We can use a condom. Do you have one?”

Andrea crawled over to her clothes and took one of her husband’s old condoms from a pocket. She opened the packet and pulled out the white rubber. She unrolled the rubber and pushed it down over the head of Brute’s cock. The rubber stretched wide apart and then unrolled downwards. At first, Andrea thought she was doing this wrong. She’d never put a condom on Bernard before, he always did it himself, and even then it was usually in the dark where she couldn’t see him do it. She pulled and stretched on the thinly stretched rubber until it finally engulfed Brute’s cock head. The receptacle sticking out on the end like a little thimble. Finally, it dawned on her. “Oh my god! That’s all it covers!” she cried, staring at the bobbing black cock now looking like it had a shower cap on. “This isn’t going to work.”

“Look lady, I’m going to fuck you either way. Now what’s it going to be?”

“Ok… but please keep the condom on,” she said, still staring at it. She feared the condom wouldn’t hold, but she really had no choice, she had to let the black man fuck her. Hopefully, it would stay stuck on the head and keep him from inseminating her. Next time, she could go shopping for some bigger condoms, if they even made them large enough for a cock like this, Brute might just be a freak of nature.

“Get on the bed and let me see that hot fucking body, baby,” ordered Brute.

Andrea laid on her side on the bed with her leg and back trying to cover her nakedness. Reluctantly she slowly started to present herself to the black man. She rolled on her back, Brute’s eyes took in her naked body and she hadn‘t even cared for men staring at her when she modeled bikinis..  Her nipples were aching and she was embarrassed to see they had fully hardened.

“Damn baby,” he grunted staring at her perfect body.  “If you were my bitch, I would have made a lot of money down on the streets with that tight ass body you got. Now spread your legs and show me dat pussy.” His huge cock twitched as she opened her legs for him. He climbed over her, holding himself up by his strong arms. “Are you ready baby? I want you to put my black cock in your white pussy. You understand me?”

“Yes sir,” she replied. Her arms were wrapped around her torso just under her breasts. She removed one, her hand reaching down for his huge black cock. “Please sir, please be gentle with me. Please?”

“Sure thing baby,” said Brute watching her hand grab his thick shaft. She pulled his cock forwards, bending it down towards her pussy. “Just give me what I want and all will be good.” He could see her lubrication virtually dripping off her pussy lips. She was wet for him and probably didn’t even realize it. It helped as his condom covered cock head pressed against the entrance to her pussy. He pushed forwards, her labia pushing inwards and then slowly she opened for him, stretching wide around his cock head. He pushed the head in completely.

“Huuh!” groaned Andrea. Her eyes opened wide in shock at his size. “It’s so big!”

“Fuck baby,” he grunted, grinning. “You are so fucking tight. I’m gonna like fucking your pussy.”

Andrea had never felt anything like Brute’s cock before. It forced it’s way deep inside her, stretching her out like never before. Her pussy conformed itself around the large black invader. “OH MY GOD! It’s going so deep,” she cried as his cock head pushed deeper then Bernard’s little penis could ever go. She knew that Brute still had half his cock to give her.

“I’m gonna stretch you real good, baby,” growled Brute leering down at her as he held himself over her with his powerful arms.

“OOOOHHHH! It’s stretching my pussy wide like never before,” she moaned, cursing herself as she heard him chuckle. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “AAAAAARRRHHH! It’s so deep. AAAARRHHHH!!” Andrea’s pussy began trembling around his cock as he sat up and held her knees apart. Oh no! she thought, it’s going to make me cum… he’s going to make me cum… no NO! She felt his cock head nudging against her cervix and then it pushed deeper penetrating her womb. Please no, she prayed. Why is m body reacting this way? Brute’s thighs suddenly pressed against hers and she felt his heavy ball sack slap her ass. That was all it took. “AAAAARRRRGGGG!!” she screamed as her pussy spasmed all around the massive black cock buried in it. “AAAARRRRRGGGHH!” This time her pussy clamped down around his cock and squirted her cum all around the huge shaft. She’d never made noises like that before, barely had she ever orgasmed, and she’d certainly never squirted before.

Brute pulled several inches of his cock out and looked at his shaft dripping with her fluids. “Haha… you are fucking cumming. What a slut,” he laughed, pushing it back in deep. “Having a big black cock deep in that pussy must have felt good huh, slut?” He reached out with his right hand and grabbed her right breast.

“Y.yes..yes,” she couldn’t lie to him. He knew the truth. “It was wonderful.”

“Thought so,” he chuckled. “Now turn over and stick that sweet ass up.”

Andrea was unprepared for how empty her now stretched pussy felt without his cock in it. She didn’t want him to pull it out. She wanted it inside her. She rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her rear end up towards him.

“I’m gonna tear your pussy up, baby,” he stated, guiding his cock head back over to her pussy lips. “You will be begging me to fuck you from now on.” Brute slammed his cock forwards burying it in her pussy.

“AAAARRRGGHHH!!” Andrea reared upwards, her mouth open in a scream, a stray strand of reddish brown hair falling across her face. Brute started fucking her with half the length of his cock. “I’m cumming again! AAAARRRRRHH!!” Once again her pussy spasmed all around his cock, coating it with a fresh wave of her love juices. He was steadily fucking her now and she couldn’t believe the waves of pleasure emanating from her pussy. He’s right, she thought. I’m afraid I can’t get enough of his big black cock. This wasn’t what she had expected coming into this room to meet Brute. Andrea was suddenly afraid. She didn’t know what was happening to her.

Brute leaned over her, one hand on her ass. “Ooohh! You fucking came again, didn’t you baby?”

Oohh, this is so powerful, so good, thought the young wife without answering the black man.

“Ha Ha,” laughed Brute, laying himself over her back and reaching underneath her to squeeze her white tit flesh in his large black hand. “I bet your husband never fucked you like this before huh? I bet he has a tiny dick huh?” Brute squeezed her tit, pinching her nipple. Andrea raised her ass up into his thrusts. “Look at you pushing back with that tight pussy as I shove my cock deep in you.”

Feels so good… so good

“Tell me baby, do you want my black cock?” he whispered, his cheek was resting against her forehead as she reared back into him.

“…Y…Ye…Yes..” she admitted.

“Tell me what you want baby,” he said in her ear.

“I..I..I want your black cock,” she told him with conviction. Brute yanked his cock out and for a moment she worried that she had displeased him, but he grabbed her hips and forced her to roll over. Andrea laid on her back and spread her legs wide open for him and he pushed his cock down into her pussy again. Brute laid down on top of her and she moaned her pleasure into his ear. “I want your black cock,” she whispered. And with that being said, Andrea accepted her role in this deal and she accepted it without hesitation. The more Brute fucked her, the more she lost herself to the black convict.

Brute’s face hovered just above hers, his eyes staring intently into hers. “You like that black cock,” he said so forcefully, so dominantly that Andrea wasn’t sure if it were a statement or a question. Her hands were around his neck as he stared at her.

Andrea began pulling his head down. “Oh god yes!,” she told him. “I like it a lot! I’ve never felt such pleasure in my life.” She pulled him down on her, their lips mashing together. She completely gave herself to the black brute, her hand caressing the back of his bald head as their tongues dueled back and forth into each others’ mouths. As she gave herself to him, she began to cum. Andrea had to break their kiss as she had orgasm after orgasm from Brute’s powerful black cock. His lips moved down to her neck. She knew this wouldn’t be the last time she would give herself to the big black man and she started hoping the conjugal visits would go on for along time.

Brute pulled out and rolled Andrea over on her side. She looked down as he lifted her leg and his massive black cock reared out from her thighs. It looked silly with the condom covering the head. It also looked huge and swollen, bigger then ever. He was close and that was probably why he’d pulled out. He wanted to keep fucking her. He wanted their encounter to last and so did she. But mostly, she wanted him back inside her. Andrea reached down and lightly caressed the condom covered cock head every bit as big as a golf ball. She grabbed it and pulled it up, Brute adjusting himself as she guided it back to her pussy.  His cock was throbbing, swelling even as the head pushed against her pussy lips. It was a stick of black dynamite about to explode. He pushed it in, pushed it deep, then he began fucking her fast again. He held her leg up as he bent down and they kissed again. He was ready to cum minutes ago, but he still kept fucking her hard and fast as they kissed. How could any man last this long? Short grunts were coming from the back of his throat. She broke the kiss. Without thinking, she said, “Oh god! Yes! Cum baby, cum for me. You have my husband’s condom on… cum in me. Oh YES! Cum in me!”

“AAAAAHHHHH!! FUUUCCCCKKKK!!” grunted Brute as he slammed his cock as deep as it could go.

“Oh yes baby! Cum inside of me. Cum inside of me!” Andrea got her wish. Brute wasn’t moving his cock, but it was jerking and bucking with the head past her cervix and in her womb. Brute was cumming and cumming a lot inside the small rubber condom with it’s little receptacle. The end of the condom began blowing up like a balloon. Andrea winced as she felt if growing, expanding her womb outwards. It hurt, but then the pain was gone. He came so much the receptacle couldn’t hold his semen until finally it burst inside her married white pussy. Andrea’s eyes opened wide as the pain disappeared and was replaced by a feeling so wonderful she began cumming again. Her womb felt flooded with the black man’s semen and his cock was still spitting more of his fertile seed deep inside her. “Oh my god! The condom broke inside me. Oh no,” she muttered as Brute pulled out and rolled over on his back.

Brute smirked as he looked down at the tattered condom, now ripped so wide his entire cock head had popped out of it. “That was some great ass pussy. I’m gonna love fucking your tight ass, baby,” he told her.

So crude, thought Andrea. She could feel his semen pouring from her pussy in a torrent, at least the large volume of his seed that wasn’t now trapped behind her closed cervix. She felt an ache in her pussy, an ache, no a need for his cock again. What is this strange feeling, she wondered. I want this black man’s cock again.
Brute got off the bed and walked over to the small enclosed toilet. She heard his strong stream of piss hitting the water. A smile crept across Andrea’s lips. The past year had been a nightmare of stress and worry. First, there was the discovery that her husband was a crook. Then she began to fear for her own financial security when the lawyers came looking for their assets, but Bernie had put everything in her name. Then there were the press, reporters calling the house, knocking on the door, camped out in their vans on the front yard. After that, there was the fear for her husband’s safety. She started this day a nervous wreck, horrified at the thought of servicing a BLACK man! Now she was converted. This was exactly what she needed to get past the last year. Getting fucked by a real man was exactly what she needed to let go of all the stress. The was what she needed to finally feel like a woman again.

Andrea rolled and stretched sensuously on her back as Brute climbed on the bed again. He was kneeling above her head. She looked up to see his black banana cock, still gigantic and swollen, but hanging limply above her face, the ripped condom gone. Without thinking or hesitating, she gave herself to this black stranger. Andrea opened her mouth and leaned up, taking his cock head in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the urethra, sucking the tip of his cock. It grew again, rising like a phoenix from the flames on her mouth. She licked the underside from tip to scrotum before rolling over onto all fours and swallowing his cock again. Brute moaned in pleasure as she sucked him deep down her throat, but he didn’t want a blow job. He pulled out and moved around behind her. She gasped as his pleasure giving cock pushed into her from behind. He took her like an animal, fucking her hard, his hands holding her hair like reins as he pounded his mighty cock into her and she began cumming again. The effect this black man’s manhood was having on her was terrifying. Brute pulled out and turned her over on her back. He grabbed her legs and held them apart, while she grabbed his black cock and guided it back into her married white pussy. Andrea arched her back as she received his pleasure giving cock hard and fast into her horny pussy. She grabbed her own breasts, squeezing her nipples, moaning as she came again and again. For the first time in her life, Andrea felt alive and satisfied. She knew this would not be the last time she would see this black man. It was no longer because he wanted it, but because she needed it, and they both knew it.

After that, she arranged weekly conjugal visits with her husband the same day she also makes one with the black convict. Andrea looked forward to her visits with the black man more then she did with her husband. She didn’t even make love to her husband on her visits with him. They just held each other and talked. Bernie’s bruises were fading and he began to believe that he might actually survive his time in prison. She would kiss her husband goodbye and soon thereafter, the guards would usher Brute in. They locked the black man in with the white wife, the white guard expressionless and the black guard with a knowing grin on his face. For a month now, her husband wasn’t getting bullied anymore and she justified what she was doing with knowing that she had saved her husband’s life. And getting her belly filled with nigger cum was just a side benefit. There was no greater pleasure in the world then feeling Brute’s mighty black cock squirting it’s seed inside her womb and he always had multiple loads to give her.

One day, Andrea turned her car into the prison and was surprised to see Brute standing alone outside the gate. He was in regular clothes and had a knapsack over his back. Apparently, the black thug had just gotten released. He waved when he saw her. “Brute, you’re out?” she asked in surprise and disappointment. She’d been stressed more then usual this week with some lawyers trying to find more of Bernie’s assets to take from her. She was also feeling particularly horny and now here Brute was freed from prison which meant no more conjugal visits.

He leaned over and placed his hands on her car door, eyes zooming in on the visible cleavage above her blue top. “Yeah, I’m a free man, baby. I knew it was coming, but they speeded up the process do to some overcrowding issues. Sorry or I would have told ya sooner.”

“Well,” she muttered, not sure what to say. Her eyes roamed to his huge bared muscular arms, her eyes following the pattern of the green tribal tattoos then down to the bulging crotch barely holding the thing that had given her the most pleasure in the world. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks baby,” he said, standing back up and looking around. “Don’t suppose you could give me a lift to the shelter? I gots no one to come pick me up.”

“Yeah, hop in and I’ll give you a lift.“ She watched Brute walk around in front of the car and slide into the passenger seat beside her. “Alright, where to?“ she asked. Apparently, Brute wasn’t as bad a criminal as Bernie had thought as he fished for a slip of paper in his pocket. Shit! She’d forgotten about her husband. Bernie would be waiting for her in the conjugal visit trailer for their weekly “hold me” session. Oh well, Brute was already in the car. She’d just have to apologize to her husband next week and say she had a flat tire or something.

“Here’s the address of the halfway house.”

Andrea listened to him read it off and grimaced. “That’s not the best area of town.”

“Nope it aint. Don’t know what I’m gonna do. No friends. No family. Got no place to stay.” He stared out the window watching new scenery pass by. “No job prospects. The neighborhood that shelter’s in sure not gonna help me stay straight.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, realizing how hard it must be to be an ex-convict trying to go straight.

“Nothing for you to be sorry about, babe. I did the crime and I did the time.”

Andrea furrowed her brow in contemplation. “It’s none of my business Brute. I don’t know what crime you committed or care because you did do the time, but I do want to know one thing. Did you hurt anybody?”

He turned to look at her. “Not as many people as your husband did,” he said before turning to look back out the window.

Andrea winced. Ouch! He had her there. “I wish I could help you in someway, but I don’t have any connections since Bernie got convicted.”

“I understand. I just wish I had a place to go aside from some nasty shelter filled with lowlifes. Even for a few days. Someplace I could shower and groom myself. Buy a suit. You know make myself presentable for job interviews.”

“I guess you could stay with me,” she told him.

He turned to look at her again. His lips were curled upwards in a smirk. His dark eyes roamed up and down her body. “Seriously?”

Andrea felt her nipples growing under this strong males’ gaze. She gripped the steering wheel tighter to keep from shaking. “Yes, but just for a few days,” she told him. “We’ve got plenty of spare rooms for you to stay in.”

“I see,” he replied. “Yes, I’d appreciate it.”

Andrea nodded and smiled, hoping he’d taken the hint. She headed the car towards her home, nearly an hour away. They didn’t talk much, but she was aware that Brute would occasionally look over at her and take in her sexy figure. When she could, she’d look over at him and check out the bulge in his pants. She wasn‘t going to sleep well that night, knowing his black cock would be just a few rooms away from her. “How about a pizza?” she asked. “My treat.”

“That sounds great,” he said, licking his lips almost as lustfully as he did when he saw her naked for the first time.

They stopped off at a pizza restaurant near her house and Brute got out to walk around while she ordered it at the counter. Andrea returned to the car and Brute wasted no time opening the box and devouring almost the whole pie. He left her two slices. “Here we are, home sweet home,” she told him.

At first, Brute didn’t see the house, the driveway was so long. “Nice,“ he said. “It’s quaint.“

“That’s the garage.“
Then he saw the two story mini-mansion. “Holy shit! This is your house?”

“This is it.” Andrea pulled up to the front door. “As you can see, plenty of room. You can have one of the downstairs guestrooms.”

“And where’s your room?” he asked as she opened the front door and he followed her in to a lavishly decorated entry hall with large curving stairs to the second floor. “Mine and Bernie’s room is upstairs, but everything you need is down here. Each room has a private bath and the kitchen is over there. I don’t use the living room and you can watch TV in there if you’d like. Plenty of privacy. I‘m heading upstairs.”

“Do you have any beer? Don’t ya want to hang out and watch TV with me or anything?”

“Not tonight, Brute. I’ve had a bad week. I’m going to take a bath and turn in early. Tomorrow, we’ll check the paper for job listings and I can take you out for applications. Just remember, this is only for a few days. Bernie would die if he knew I was letting you stay in his house.”

“Don’t ya mean your house,” he said, watching her ass move back and forth as she walked up the stairs. Bernie had told him that he’d put everything in her name to keep his assets safe.

She kept walking.

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Brute couldn’t believe his room. It was half the size of the trailer he’d grown up in. Brute slipped off his clothes and laid nude on top of the bed. If anything, it was too soft, too comfortable. It was definitely not a hard prison mattress. He heard soft footsteps above him. Andrea walking around. He wondered if she were nude too, wondered if she were thinking about him. He grabbed his cock and it stiffened. She wanted it, wanted it as bad as he wanted her hot white pussy again, but she was playing the forlorn housewife again. She’d fuck him in a prison trailer to save her husband, but in her house, her prim and proper pussy was off limits. He heard a bath start upstairs. His cock grew harder. Yes, she probably was nude. Her body wet and lathered up.

Brute climbed off the bed and left his room. He wandered over to the kitchen, looking for a beer. No so luck, but the refrigerator did hold a half full bottle of red wine. He pulled to cork out with his teeth and then spit it out. He took a big swig from the bottle and wiped his hand across his mouth. He took a few more deep drinks, taking the bottle with him.

Brute headed back to the foyer and looked up the stairs. Nude, he slowly started climbing up to the second floor. Of course, the Bushes had a large luxurious bathroom. It connected to the master bedroom and into the hall. The hall door was cracked open. Brute walked up to it and peaked through the crack. He stifled a gasp at the sexy sight that presented itself. Andrea was laying back in a large bathtub filled with bubbles. Her hair was spread out behind her. Her eyes were closed. One bare knee stuck out above the bubbles. The sultry woman moaned and arched her back thrusting her breasts up above the bubbles. Her buxom chest was covered in bubbles. One breast was hidden, but the other’s nipple had appeared through a circle of bubbles. Her nipples were hardening. Andrea’s arms were in the water, her hands hidden between her legs. “Oh Brute!” she moaned and the big black man smirked as he watched. His cock rose until it was sticking straight out. As he watched, the bubbles were popping rapidly, more of her breasts appeared including her other nipple. “Oh oh Oooooo, fuck me,” she whispered so low he barely heard. Suddenly, Andrea’s crotch thrust up above the waterline. Her gash was staring right at him. Her pubes were covered in bubbles. Her hands were around her thighs, one finger on one hand was teasing her clit while two fingers on her other hand were furiously moving in and out of her cunt. Fuck this was sexy! “CCUUMMMMIINNGG!!!” she cried loudly. Brute’s eyes flew wide open as he witnessed her cum actually shoot forth from her horny pussy. He fought the urge to burst in there and shove his cock deep in that pretty pussy. Instead, he waited and watched the most erotic lascivious sight he’d ever seen. Andrea slowly lowered her crotch back under water, but by this time the bubbles were nearly gone and her lovely body was in full view. She smiled and slipped her head under water. After that, Andrea rose from the tub, her body shiny and dripping with water.
She toweled herself off covering her head first, her tits and ass shaking as she dried her hair.

Brute slipped out of sight and pressed his back against the wall when she uncovered her head. He took a big swig from the wine bottle, draining it. The massive black man stifled a belch. When he peaked back around the corner, Andrea had disappeared. She was in the bedroom, her back to him, pulling a nightgown on over her head. He watched it fall down her back, cover her sweet ass. She turned. The slip was short reaching down to her thighs. It was held up by straps and the material hugged her luscious body. It outlined her breasts, nipples, and even her entire areola. The white housewife walked over to her dresser and sat. She pulled her damp hair up and out of her slip. She sat and began combing it.

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Andrea put the brush down and reached over for her skin cream. She poured a dollop on her hands and began coating her arms and shoulder. She rubbed the lotion over the tops of her breasts and moved down to her legs. The lotion was scented and soon the pleasant smell of roses filled her nostrils. Her legs were recently waxed and didn’t need shaving. Andrea leaned back and admired herself when the door burst open.

She sat up startled. The dark outline of a large muscular man was framed in her doorway. His huge banana cock was plump and dangling between his legs, the head reaching to his knees. She stood up startled. “Brute! What are you…” Three steps took him right up to her. His hand grabbed the slip right between her breasts and ripped the front right off the nightgown baring her breasts. The ruined slip fell to her feet leaving her as naked as he was. She shivered, her nipples hardening even before his hand reached out to pinch one. She gasped at his touch. His other hand came between her legs and felt her dripping pussy.

Brute grabbed her and she could feel his rising cock poke her in the thigh as it grew. He effortlessly lifted her into his arms and carried her like a husband carries his bride over to her king sized bed. He kissed her and she kissed back as he sat her on the bed and moved on top of her. He had effortlessly seduced her their first night at the house and now he was joining her in her husband’s bed.

Brute kneeled between her legs, but it was Andrea that grabbed and guided his cock towards her needy pussy. This was what she had wanted most that day. This was what she’d gone to the prison for, not to visit her husband, but to get his black cell mate’s cock in her pussy once again. Now she would get the black convicts cock inside her, but this time it was in the comfort of her own home. “YYEESS!!” she hissed as his cock slipped deep inside her. Her pussy still tightly gripped the monster shaft, but it had grown used to being stretched by the large invader. Soon his mighty cock head was knocking at her cervix and before to long it was in her womb. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her with his mighty cock. Andrea threw back her head and screamed as the first orgasm came. She screamed three more times over the next twenty minutes and closed it with one loud moan as his cock spit it’s seed until it flooded her womb with it’s sperm.

After cleaning up, Andrea returned to her bed and snuggled up to the black man. They kissed and his cock grew again. He pushed her head down towards it. She knew what he wanted, they’d often started their conjugal visits with a blow job, and she took him in her mouth. She sucked him as hard as she could. He’d never finished off in her mouth, they both always seemed so eager to get his cock in her pussy, but this time she resolved to taste her black lover. She sucked him rapidly, swallowing more of his cock each time she bobbed her head. Her nose neared his pubic hairs. Her eyes watered from the strain, but eventually her nose buried in his crotch. Brute grabbed her head, but let her guide the pace. His cock grew and grew, hardening and swelling inside her throat. He bellowed like a bull, his cock jerking. Andrea felt her belly fill with his hot seed. She pulled back until his cock head slipped from her throat, still cumming, her mouth filling until her cheeks bulged. Finally, she tasted her black lover and his seed was delicious. She gulped it as fast as he came, loving the taste. When he finished, she snuggled up into his strong arms again and the two lovers napped.

Andrea awoke in the middle of the night. She felt strong and secure in the black man’s muscular arms. Her dainty white hand slid over his hard muscular chest, so different from her husband’s soft white chest. Her hand kept going down, finding his spent cock. It hardened at her touch, but Brute remained asleep. He awoke to find her lowering herself down over his hard shaft, his hands coming up to squeeze her breasts, bring them to his lips to lick, suck, and taste. Andrea came three more times before his cock once again flooded her womb with seed.

They fucked again in the morning.

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Andrea looked sexy in nothing but a green blouse as she entered the kitchen and opened her refrigerator. Brute walked in the room behind her. He was nude, his big banana cock swinging as he walked. He wasn’t fond of wearing clothes in her house. If he wasn’t nude, he wore tight biker shorts that hugged and outlined the big nigger cock she’d grown to love so much. He stretched and then walked up behind her as he wrapped her in his big arms. Brute kissed her neck and Andrea leaned back into him saying, “I was going to make us some breakfast, baby.”

“This is all the breakfast I need,” he said, moving one hand up to squeeze her tit and the other down to her rapidly lubricating crotch.

“OH!” she gasped as one meaty finger entered her pussy. “You’re such a naughty man and I love that about you.

“Shit baby, what you got is all I need.” Brute lifted her up on the kitchen island. His cock was already at attention as he undid the buttons on her blouse. He pulled her top down around her waist as she reached out and guided his cock into her welcoming pussy. Her nipples grew as he fucked her hard and fast to multiple orgasms. This has been going on daily now for the two weeks since Brute has first seduced her since getting out of prison. It was now over a month since his mighty black cock had first entered her white pussy back in the prison visitation trailer. Since coming to live with her, Brute had been fucking her every chance he got, cumming deep inside her womb every time and this time was no exception.

That afternoon, Andrea faked pleasure as she lay beneath her thrusting husband back in the conjugal visit trailer. Bernie had gotten more interested in sex since Brute had been released. The three thugs had ceased molesting him and for the time being, he had the cell to himself. She did her wifely duty, servicing her husband, but knowing he could never satisfy her like big Brute did. When she was with the black man she turned into a total slut doing thing she never thought of much less saw herself doing.

When she got home from her prison visit, Brute was sitting in her husband’s chair drinking a beer and watching television. She stripped her clothes off and stepped between him and the TV. Andrea kneeled before him and took the tip of his rising cock in her mouth. “I love how horny you get for a real man’s cock after every visit with your husband,” he told her sipping his beer. Andrea didn’t respond as she wrapped her heavy DD breasts around his black cock and began stroking him with her breast flesh as she sucked the tip of his cock. Brute called this “titty fucking” and apparently it was a pleasure only well endowed women could provide their lovers. She was happy to do this for him, but as his cock swelled, she released her breasts and took his shaft deep in her throat, bobbing her head as rapidly as she could. He’d been patient as she learned to properly service his cock with her mouth and now she was proud to say that he had told her she was a grade A black cock sucker. His big balls emptied their load down her throat and she pulled back so that she could taste him. His semen filled her mouth so quickly for a moment, his cock sprang free and blasted a large wad all over her face. She swallowed his cock head again, gulping down several more mouthfuls of sperm.

Andrea looked down at his swollen cock. It always looked it’s largest just after cumming. Semen coated the bulbous head and dripped from her chin. Her breasts rested on his thighs, still nearly encircling his hard shaft. She shook her head in amazement. “Damn baby,” she said. “I still can’t get over how much cum you have in those black balls. I swallowed as fast as  could, but you kept pumping your sweet black cum down my throat until I lost it.”

“Shit,“ grunted Brute. “Having another man’s wife swallowing my load will always produce a lot more nigger cum for you.”

“That’s great baby because I crave more of your black sperm.” Her tongue came out to clean off his cock head while her fist pumped a few more drops from his mighty shaft. She wasn’t lying either. His semen had become a daily part of her diet. Having his cock fill her belly with his seed was as much a craving for her as her need to have him pump his load in her pussy. Luckily, Brute was the kind of man who could take care of both her needs multiple times daily. Even now, her loving worship of his black cock was keeping it hard. He didn’t waste time carrying her upstairs to her marital bed. He pushed her down on all fours and fucked her hard from behind while she screamed out her love for his black cock.

Brute left a well satisfied Andrea laying on her bed with both her belly and womb filled with cum. She rested awhile, ass raised into the air, holding his sperm inside her. Slowly, she recovered and made her way off the bed and too the bathroom to shower off the remains of their lovemaking. Sex with the black ex-con was a messy proposition and Andrea was showering twice a day and washing the sheets daily.

After drying off, she went to her makeup desk and applied some eyeliner and lipstick. She was a natural beauty and didn’t need much if any makeup, but she felt a desire to do something special for her black lover tonight. Bernie had bought her plenty of lingerie during their marriage. She took one out of her dresser. She’d only worn it once on her anniversary. It was a green teddy that looked incredibly sexy with her red hair. She rolled the green nylons up her legs and stepping into the sheer green panty. The bra was tight and pushed her breasts together, lifting them proudly up to the sky. Sheer green satin hung from the bra showing her trim figure and flat belly. She completed her outfit with some green heels.

Andrea admired herself in the mirror. This outfit sure is going to drive Brute crazy, she thought to herself. Her pussy started lubricating again at the thought. Her libido was growing each day she spent with the black man. Just an hour after he’d filled her belly with cum, she was ready for his cock again. She giggled as the notion came to her that she now had the sex drive of a teenage boy.

Andrea wasn’t wrong about the outfit. Brute came into the kitchen and found her cooking him a steak dinner wearing nothing but the lingerie. He didn’t even give her time to clean up after they ate. He through her over his shoulder and practically ran up the stairs to the master bedroom. He literally ripped the top off her with one mighty hand while her panties tore off her under the strength off his other hand. This only served toe excite her more as Brute threw her on the bed and fucked her hard for a good thirty minutes while she wore nothing but the nylons and the heels. In the end, Brute was sitting on the bed, with her in his lap facing away from him. Brute grabbed her hips and pulled her hard down on his cock as it erupted inside her womb. He grunted. “Fuck! Take my nigger cum, bitch!”

“Oh god!” she moaned with pleasure, her tongue licking her lips lustfully. “YES! Fill me with your black sperm baby. I love it.”  Andrea leaned back into him, eyes closed as she continued to cum with each spurt of his cock. Oh god, she thought. What am I doing? I’m letting this black man cum inside me and I love it. I love it so much that I can’t get enough of it. What am I going to do? What if he impregnates me?

Andrea kept fucking Brute every morning and every night and every time he came deep inside her. She wanted it as much as he did. She gave herself completely to Brute. She began wearing skimpy outfits and bikinis around him. Brute would be watching basketball and find a lingerie clad Andrea vacuuming nearby. He’d rise, push her front down on the couch and pound her pussy hard until she got what she needed. Brute came back from the liquor store one day and found Andrea laying out back by the pool in the skimpiest yellow bikini, he’d ever seen on a woman. One that probably wasn’t legal on the public beach. She saw him and pulled her top down freeing her breasts. “Thank god you’re home, Brute. My married white pussy needs some nigger cock bad, baby. Please come fuck me.” And he did, pulling her panty aside as he shoved his black cock deep in her hungry pussy in the backyard of her million dollar mansion.

One day, Brute left a satisfied Andrea laying nude on her bed with a smile on her face. He asked to borrow the car. Brute drove to the prison to pick up another inmate that just got released and had nowhere to go. Bull was in his forties and had been in jail for half his life. He had a full afro and a mustache that curled down to his chin. He was every bit as big a Brute and one of the thugs, Brute had gotten to beat up Andrea’s husband. “Fuck dog! That’s some sweet deal,” grunted Bull, looking with surprise and the Bush’s mansion.

“Yeah man,” replied Brute. “Been holding out at this crib after I got out.”

Andrea saw Brute pulling in the drive and came out to meet him. Her brow furrowed when she saw the black passenger. Good thing I didn’t greet him wearing my bikini, she thought. She was dressed to go shopping, wearing a short yellow skirt and a blue blouse. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail.

“Hey baby,” said Brute getting out of her car. His passenger got out too and she shivered at the way his eyes were glued to her luscious figure. “This is Bull.”

“Yo,” said Bull and Andrea nodded in reply.

“Bull here just got out and needs a place to stay for a few days.”

Andrea glanced at the other black man in surprise. His eyes were narrowed and he looked angry, but they were glued to her breasts. “I’m not sure…” Andrea felt her nipples harden under the black man’s gaze. Dammit! Stop that, she thought willing them to go down. Luckily, she was wearing a bra since she was going out, but she was sure Bull could stills see little protrusions growing. “I don’t know if that’s…”

“Bull saved my ass in prison a couple times and I owe him.”

Bull stepped towards her. He was so big and thuggish looking that Andrea’s instinct was to back away from him, but when he reached his hand out to her, she shook hands with him. “Alright,” she agreed. “You’re welcome to stay here for a few days.” Clearly Brute trusted him and even if Bull wasn’t trustworthy, she had Brute to protect her, though the giant black looked like he could give Brute a run for his money in a fight. “Come on inside and I’ll show you to one of the guest rooms.” Andrea led the way with the two black men following her. She led Bull to Brute’s room as Brute had all but moved into the master bedroom after seducing her the first night. “How’s this?”

Bull whistled. “It’s almost too big. I Haven’t had this much space to myself in twenty years.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. Anything else I can get you?”

“Nope. This is great.”

“You can get us a couple beers,” said Brute, interrupting. “And I bet Bull here would like a home cooked meal.”

“I have some pork chops defrosting and I was going to make some mashed potatoes.”

“Damn, that sounds fine,” said Bull appreciatively.

“Dinner will be right up,” said Andrea, heading to the kitchen.

Brute and Bull hit the living room and Bull gasped in surprise at the giant screen HDTV. The prison sure didn’t have anything like that. He gasped again when Brute turned on a football game. The picture was simply amazing. He couldn’t take his eyes off the screen except when Andrea entered the room carrying two beers. Then his eyes zoomed in right on her cleavage. He and Brute took the beers and both watched Andrea’s great ass shake as she returned to the kitchen. “Dog, you got it going on,” said Bull.

“Bro, you got no idea.”

Bull threw his head back with the beer to his lips and drained half the bottle. He crinkled his face at the bitter taste. “Not as good as I remember.”

“You gotta get used to it, bro.”

“I’m sure I will,” he replied draining the rest of the beer. “I’m gonna get me another.” Bull walked over to the kitchen and stopped to stare at Andrea’s ass as she made dinner. She was scrubbing something at the sink and it was making her ass shake enticingly. Bull had always taken whatever he wanted with no regard for the consequences. He pulled his black cock out of his pants. It was big and heavy, swelling with blood, but not yet getting enough to start rising. He slowly walked up behind the unsuspecting white wife. He pushed his black cock against her skirt and started grinding it against her ass.

“Ahh!” said Andrea, startled, but she pushed her ass back into his cock. “Brute, please don’t, not while your friend is here,” she said while cursing him in her mind. She wanted him to yank her panties down and shove that big beautiful black cock of his in her needy pussy this instant. Why did he have to bring Bull here?
Strong black hands grabbed her hips and pulled her ass into his growing cock. Andrea moaned, wanting him even more.

“It’s ok baby, I don’t mind at all being your friend either,” said a husky voice in her ear.

“HUH!“ Andrea gasped as she realized it was Bull and not Brute behind her. She struggled to pull free, but she was trapped leaning over her counter with his cock pushing against her ass.  “What are you doing? Please stop. Brute‘s right in the next room.”

Bull leaned down against her, his strong muscular chest holding her down. His hot breath blew in her ear. “Brute was right about you. You are one beautiful hot mama. I’ve been in jail for a long time and I would sure love to fuck a very hot mama such as yourself.”

“Please stop! Don’t! Please, I don’t want Brute to be mad at me,” pleaded Andrea. Bull’s large hands covered and squeezed her breasts through her blue top.

“Are you fucking kidding me, baby? I know all about you and Brute and how you’d go visit your husband in jail and then turn around to go fuck a black convict at the same time.” One of Bull’s hands left her breast and went down between her legs. He lifted her skirt and squeezed her crotch. “Shit baby, with a body like this, no inmate is safe from you.”

“You don’t understand,” pleaded Andrea, fighting off a moan of desire. The way Bull was manhandling her was starting to make her pussy drip with desire she only felt with Brute. “What I did at the prison, I did to keep my husband safe from getting beat up in prison.”

Bull moved his hand from her crotch and hefted both her full breasts in his hands. “And now Brute is out, but you’re still fucking him right? And you let him live in your house,” whispered Bull in her ear. “Probably sleep in your bed. Truth is you like fucking him. He’s got ya hooked on the big ol black snake don’t he?”

“Please stop!”

Bull cupped her chin and pulled her face up to his. “Shut up and give me some sugar.”

Andrea whimpered as his lips pressed down on hers. She let his tongue enter her mouth and kissed him back. He’s right, she thought. I’m letting an ex-con live with me while my husband’s in jail. What kind of wife am I?

Bull broke the kiss. One hand squeezed her right breast hard, pinching the nipple through her top. His other went back down to her skirt and pulled it up. Andrea saw movement through the corner of her eye and turned to see Brute watching them while he sipped his beer. He could see what his buddy was doing to Andrea. He didn’t do anything. He just stood there and Andrea knew that Brute wasn’t about to stop them. Brute knew Bull would make a pass at Andrea and he wasn’t going to interfere.

Bull pushed her down on the counter. He roughly lifted her skirt up to her hips. His strong hand gripped the hem of her pink panties and yanked her underwear down her legs to her knees. It suddenly became clear to Andrea what her situation was. Bull was Brute’s buddy and Brute wanted her to show the same hospitality to his buddies when they got out of jail that she showed Brute. Andrea hadn’t seen Bull’s cock, but the head felt huge as it entered her wet pussy. Brute got a fresh beer and then walked off as his friend began to fuck Andrea, leaving Bull to do anything he wanted with her.

“God Damn! This is some tight fucking pussy,” grunted Bull. “I thought Brute would have loosened it up by now. Fuck! Your tight pussy feels good around my dick.”

“Aaarrrhhh! He does open me up, but my pussy  closes back up- Aaahhh- right after he fucks me.”

“Shit baby, you is gifted. Brute’s a great friend to share this sweet pussy with his homies. I’ll be fucking you regularly from now on too, baby. Would ya like that?”

“OOOHH! OH GOD! Yes, yes, baby. Fuck me all you want. If that’s what Brute wants, this pussy is yours. YES! Fuck me good.”

“Fuck this is some good ass pussy. Nice and tight and white.” Bull groaned as he pulled her ass hard against his muscular thighs burying his sizable cock.

“AAARRRGGHH!!” cried Andrea as the mighty cock head pushed it’s way through her cervix and deep in her womb. “Feels so good. Feels so good,” she babbled. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me.”

“You are going to be our slut. Would you like that, bitch? Would you like to be our slut?”

“Mmmm, anything you want, baby,” moaned Andrea now as much in love with Bull’s cock as she was with Brute’s. “You want me to be your slut. Then so be it. I’m a slut. A horny white married slut for big black cocks.” As she admitted the truth, her pussy spasmed around Bull’s cock as she had a powerful orgasm.

Bull grinned in triumph as he felt her tight pussy squeezing and creaming all over his cock. A feeling he hadn‘t enjoyed in twenty years. “Yeah, our hot ass white slut. “You will be the bomb, baby.” Bull backed up until his hard, glistening cock sprang free and upwards. “Now turn around and spread your legs wide open. “

Andrea raised herself off the counter, turned around and stared at the huge erect cock that had just given her an amazing orgasm. She pushed up on the counter and slid her ass up onto the edge. Andrea was still in her blouse and her skirt was bunched up around her waist. She still had her heels on as she raised her legs upwards and spread them open, displaying her hungry pussy for the black man. “Here you go baby. Is this what you wanted?”

“Fuck yeah!” Bull grabbed his cock and bent the head down towards her splayed open pussy. He pushed the head in and then Bull just started pounding her deep and hard.

“AAAAARRRRHHHHH!!!” Andrea came so hard, her juices squirted out around her pussy and then began dripping down his shaft and balls.

Bull never had trouble giving women orgasms before, but there was something special about the way this wanton white wife was cumming for him. She was as hot for him as he was for her and he’d just spent twenty years in prison. “FUUUUCCKK!!” he grunted amazed he’d held on this long. “I’ve never fucked a pussy this tight before. FUCK! This shit is fucking good!”

“AAARRRHH!” Andrea came again. These black men were amazing in their ability to make her cum. “So big! Feels so good. God! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me all your want.”

“Let me see those lips, baby,” grunted Bull raising his face to hers. “Now give me some sugar, bitch.”

Andrea raised her head up towards him. Her eyes were half lidded as she brought her lips up towards his. They both mashed their faces together, kissing with complete abandon and lust. She kissed this black stranger with complete passion. It was the way a woman kissed the man she loved and Bull lost it. The cum began welling in his balls. “FUUUUUCCCKK!!” he groaned, breaking the kiss. “I’m busting a nut! AAAAAAARRRHHH!”

Andrea threw her head back. She felt like she was the luckiest woman in the world to be the first to service this masculine black man since he got out of prison after so many years. “Oh god! Yes baby!” She could feel his cock throbbing as he held it buried in her womb. The entire shaft was trembling and she could feel a great warmth spreading up his shaft. Her pussy trembled with it and then her entire body shook. “I’m cumming with you. Fill my white womb with your black baby making seed.”

Bull had never fucked a white woman before and never had any woman spoken to him like that. His cock exploded in her womb. Andrea’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms clung to his strong torso as her womb filled with this new black man’s seed.

Afterwards, Andrea straightened her clothes and Bull pulled his pants back on. He looked at her. Her hair was still up, pulled back in the pony tail. She wiped off a bit a smeared lipstick and she now appeared the proper married white housewife again. He walked up to her and placed his hand on her cheek. She leaned her head into his palm and looked up at him. “Fuck that was some nice pussy, bitch,” he told her. “I’m feeling a little funky right now. Why don’t you join me in the bathroom?”

“Anything you want baby,” she replied. “Let me show you the master bath. It has a nice big shower for you.”

“Lead the way.” Bull watched her ass shake as she walked across the room and then up the stairs. He couldn’t resist reaching out and grabbing one ass cheek as she climbed the stairs in front of him. “Nice house ya got here.”

“Thanks. My husband owned it before we got married, but it’s in my name.”

“Bernie signed this over to you?”

“You know my husband?” she asked in surprise.

“We’ve met,” said Bull with a smirk. “He was Brute’s cellmate after all.”

“Here’s the master bath and that door leads to the master bedroom.” Andrea had no doubts that she would be spending plenty of time in her marital bed with her new houseguest.

Bull pulled his gray tee shirt off over his head. He stripped off his pants and the white wife stared hungrily at the plump black cock that had just fucked her so good. He turned the knobs on and adjusted the temperature until he was satisfied, then he stepped into the shower. “Coming?” he asked, holding the clear glass door open for her. He stared hungrily at her as she reached behind her neck and undid her pony tail, letting her long reddish hair cascade down her back. “Dayumn!” he grunted, as her big breasts sprang free when she pulled her blue top off over her head.

“Dayumn! Back at you,” she said, pleased with his reaction and watching his fat cock, swelling and rising at the sight of her bared breasts. He’d felt them up plenty down in the kitchen, but he’d been in too much of a hurry to pull her top off.

Bull’s cock rose to attention as she slid the skirt off. This woman was nearly perfect in everyway and soon she was joining him in the shower. He pulled her pale white body into his and leaned down to kiss her and her full red lips turned up to kiss him. Her hand slid down between their bodies and grabbed his cock. She started stroking it while kissing him. He growled deep in his throat. His lust for her growing. He didn’t need to tell her what he wanted, she knew what it was. Andrea slid down the hard black body and fell to her knees in her shower stall just as she’d done with Brute several times since he’d come to stay with her. She stared at the huge cock and wrapped both hands around the mighty shaft. Mmmmm, she thought. I love big black cocks and this one is magnificent.

Andrea licked up the underside of the hard black cock. Ever since Brute shoved his big black cock inside me that day, I’ve been craving it, wanting it every day. And now I see that Brute isn’t unique when it comes to having a huge black cock. Now I have this cock to play with. She twirled her tongue around the hard knobby cock head. For some reason, she pictured her husband. Sorry honey, but I fear I’m addicted to black cocks. She opened her mouth wide and took the end of his cock in her mouth. Andrea started sucking the tip, taking him deeper with each bob of her head.

Bull grimaced and grunted as his cock disappeared down Andrea’s throat. It had been a long time since he’d a had a blow job from a woman. Fuck! Shit! This bitch is fucking good. She is fucking hot as shit and married too. And she is giving me head like her life depends on it. Brute done taught her well. Wonder what old Bernie would say if he knew his wife was hot for big black cocks? She pulled back until his cock sprang free and started slobbering all over his cock again. Bull lifted the shaft up and shoved his testicles in her face. “Suck my balls, baby,” he ordered, and was pleased when she obeyed. “Take them black balls in your hot mouth.”  His testicles were too big and sperm filled for her to take both in her mouth so she did them one at a time. Her tongue twirled around each of the nuts as she took them in her mouth. Bull looked down at her sucking his balls, his long shaft slapping her face. He could make out her hands between her legs furiously working at her pussy. The bitch was hot for him. It was nice to have such an eager slut ready to do anything to please him, but a part of him wished he had been the first one to integrate her married white ass. Brute must have had a great couple of months turning such a fine slut out for the black man.

“I want your black cock in me, baby,” she pleaded, still licking his balls. “Please fuck me again?”

Bull wasn’t one to turn down such a heartfelt request.  The shower was nice and big. He wanted to watch her this time so he laid down on the tiled floor, back propped up against the wall with his knees bent to fit in the stall. “He he,” he laughed. “Shit girl, get that pussy on top my black cock and start riding, bitch.”

Andrea straddled his body and Bull held his big cock up for her. She slowly squatted until his cock head was at the entrance to her pussy. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, feeling his cock rubbing on her labia. “Your beautiful black cock, Bull. I want it. I want it deep inside me.” She pushed down, her pussy stretching to accommodate his large tool. Andrea started riding him.

Bull wasted no time in squeezing her breasts. They were perfect white orbs with rosy red nipples almost top big to be real. “Aahh! Fuck yeah,” he groaned as she took his cock balls deep. Her pussy muscles were spasming all over his shaft, trying to milk the sperm out of him. “Squeeze my black cock with that tight white pussy, bitch.” He planted his lips over one of her nipples and sucked it hard between his lips.

Months ago, she would have found his prison language offensive, but she’d grown used to it with Brute and found it turned her on to be called a bitch or slut while she was getting fucked by a big black cock. Andrea felt an orgasm growing. “AAAHHH! OOOHHH! Stretch my pussy again, baby,” she told her black lover.

“AAAHHH! Fuck! Take it all bitch. Fuck yourself with my black cock.” He squeezed and pinched her nipples as she increased her bouncing in his lap.

“AAARRRHHH!! Feels so good! Feels so good! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! “AAAARRRHHHHH!!”

“OOOHHH SHIT!” growled the black man beneath her. “I’m fucking cumming too!  AAARRRHH! AARRHHH!” His cock erupted, hot seed striking the inside of her womb.

“AAAHHH!!” she gasped. His ejaculating cock both prolonged and increased the intensity of her own orgasm. There was no better feeling in the world then having a black man’s cock cum inside you.  “Fill me baby,” she cried as his cock continued to ejaculate, spurt after spurt of his fertile seed, filling her womb. “Fill me with nigger cum! AAAHHH!” Andrea felt like she was having an orgasm on top of her orgasm it was so powerful.

“AAARRR! Take that shit bitch,” grunted Bull, bucking his hips up to make sure every bit of his ejaculate was getting as deep in her womb as possible. “Swallow my black seed with dat hot pussy.”

Bull had been a long time without a woman and tonight he was insatiable. After the shower, they moved to the bedroom and Andrea found herself riding his big black cock on her marital bed. She loved this new cock. It was as big and satisfying as Brute’s cock. With two black men living with her, she was going to get well fucked everyday. Bull squeezed her ass cheeks with his strong black hands and she could feel his index finger pressing against her anus. The pressure grew and his finger pushed inside. “HEY! What are…,” she stuttered, but as his finger pushed in up to the knuckle, she began cumming again. Oh god! She thought. I love black cock. Mmmm. It feel so good.

Bull pulled his finger out of her ass to grab her waist and pull her large breasts down into his face. He sucked and licked her hard nipples while she came all over his cock again. “You like nigger cock, bitch?” he suddenly yelled.

Andrea threw her head back and screamed. “OH GOD YES! YES! I love nigger cock. I’m cumming. Cumming on your nigger cock. AAAAAAAAAARRRHH!!”

Out in the hall, Brute rested against the door to the bedroom he now shared with Andrea and watched his white slut take care of his buddy’s long pent up frustrations. Still at it, he thought. He felt his cock swell and grow at the sight of the beautiful white woman and the black ex-con. It was like watching the hottest live porno and it was making him horny. I gave Bull enough alone time with her. He pulled his shirt off and walked over to the bed opening his pants. Might as well join the party. He wasn’t wearing underwear and as his pants fell down, his huge slab of cock meat slowly rose up as he watched Andrea’s pussy bouncing up and down Bull’s shaft. He watched his friend stick his finger in Andrea’s ass and that gave him an idea. “Look at that sweet married white ass. Just begging to be stuffed with my nigger cock.” He spit in his hand and coated the end of his cock with his saliva.

Andrea heard him and froze in fear. She feared Brute might be worried how slutty she was behaving with his prison buddy. She looked back over her shoulder and was surprised to see her black lover naked with his huge erection bobbing before him. Bull’s hands were squeezing her tits, but as Brute approached, he slid them down her smooth skin from her ribs to her waist and up over her hips to her ass cheeks. He grabbed her cheeks and spread them open. Brute stepped up and placed his cock head against her anus. “Huh! Wha..? Baby, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked, grinning. “I’m gonna bust in your white ass baby.” He pushed down on his shaft and her tight little rosebud began spreading apart for his cock head. “Been wantin to do dis for awhile now.”

Andrea froze in terror. She felt her anus open wider then it ever had before. It felt like her flesh was tearing, her entire anus pushing inside her rectum as his cock head began to enter her. “AAARRRHHH! …It…It hurts. It hurts.” Tears rolled down her cheeks at the pain. This wasn’t natural. This was sodomy.

“Don’t worry baby. Just wait until we double fuck you,” said Brute soothingly. “Mmm,” moaned Brute, wondering why he hadn’t done this earlier. “This is one tight ass, baby. I’m gonna stretch it open real good.”  His cock head pushed all the way into her ass. He looked down at his cock sticking out of her ass and spit again. It fell down on his shaft, helping to lubricate it. “Fuck! Your ass if fucking tight. I love how it wraps around my nigger cock.” He worked his cock in and out of her ass a little, spitting in his hand again and making sure the shaft was good and slick before pushing his cock in deeper.

Andrea gritted her teeth and tried to relax, but the pain was intense. She realized she was clenching her buttocks and it was making the pain worse. She forced herself to relax and Brute pushed several more inches in when he felt her ass cheeks unclench. Bull’s teeth gently chewed on one of her nipples and she couldn’t help but moan. He started pumping his hips so that his cock moved around a little, but not enough that his cock head left her womb. They fucked her for a good fifteen minutes all together until she was able to take both men’s huge black cocks deep inside her. The married white wife now had two feet of cock buried inside her from two ex-cons.  And then she came.

Andrea’s pussy exploded with an orgasm, hugging and squeezing every centimeter of Bull’s monster cock. She screamed in pure pleasure as her ass and pussy are stuffed full of nigger cocks. It was the biggest orgasm of her life, bigger then any she’d had with just Brute before and it went on for minutes. “Oh God! It feels good. It feels so good!” Oh god! She thought. I’m gonna go crazy if they keep pounding my ass and pussy. It feels so good!

“Fuck! Your ass is fucking tight,” growled Brute. “I dig this shit.”

“Yeah,” agreed Bull moving his head out from under Andrea’s big breasts. “Your fucking pussy is milking my black cock. Fuck yeah!”

Brute pulled her up and reached around to squeeze and fondle her breasts. She turned her head and they kissed as she bounced in Bull’s lap and Brute slowly moved his cock around in her ass. For twenty minutes the two black men fucked Andrea in both holes and she came multiple times. Brute pushed her back down on top of Bull and got a better angle for fucking her ass. He began pumping her hard, leaning over her shoulder to say in her ear, “Oh shit! Fuck! Yeah! I’m gonna bust a nut in yo tight white ass, bitch!”

“Oh god!” she moaned, half delirious with pleasure. “Please! I want your nigger sperm in my body! Please! Please shoot it in my body.”

Brute growled. “Here you go you fucking slut! AAARRRRRRRR!” His cock erupted deep in her bowels. Take my nigger sperm in your white ass bitch!”

Underneath the white wife, Bull was gritting his teeth. “FUUUUUCK! I’m fuckin bustin a nut! AAAAARRR!” His cock began spewing his seed straight into Andrea’s fertile womb even as Brute’s cock was jerking in her ass.

Andrea arched her back and screamed in pure joy as both men ejaculated inside her. “OH GOD! YES! YES! I’m cumming! I’m cumming with black sperm filling my body. Fill me with your nigger sperm! AAAAARRR!” The feeling have having two giant black cocks cum inside her at the same time was too much for Andrea. Her orgasm was her biggest yet and few women have ever felt more pleasure. Her ass clamped down tightly around Brute’s cock even as her pussy muscles milked every last drop of Bull’s seed from his spurting cock. Not only was her orgasm the biggest of her life, but it was also the longest. She kept cumming even after the two black men’s cocks inside her had quit jerking. There was no way something that felt this good could be wrong or immoral.

All through the night, the two ex-cons fucked the married white wife. Bull truly was like an animal released from a cage. His cock stayed hard most of the night as he tried to make up for many years without a woman. She spent most of the night on all fours, sucking one black man while the other fucked her pussy as hard as he could. She rode Brute while Bull squeezed his thick black cock into her ass. When one black cock went limp, she sucked it back to life. The wild animal that was Bull, did everything that a man could with a woman. He filled her pussy, ass, and mouth with cum. Now he fucked his huge cock between her breasts. He seemed fascinated with her large milky white breasts and her erect pink nipples. He enjoyed marking her with his seed. Her liked yanking his cock out of her as he was cumming and aiming his spurting cock all over her breasts, face, belly, back, and ass. Andrea took several showers that night.

As the days passed, Andrea became the black men’s slut. They fucked her whenever and wherever they wanted. She laid out by the pool sixty-nining with Bull. She sucked Brute off while he sat at the dinner table eating a steak that she had lovingly cooked for him. Andrea cut herself down to one meal a day as black sperm served most of her nutritional needs. It seemed to be serving her well as her body grew more toned from all the sexual exercise and her skin glowed with youth and beauty from all the sperm she rubbed into it.

Now she has two convicts living with her in her home. She cooks for them, she cleans up after them, she cares for all their needs, but most of all, she loves fucking them. Andrea loves fucking them more then she loves anything else in the world and she hoped that her husband would stay in jail forever so that this wonderful time in her life would never end.

A week after Bull had moved in, another black man showed up. Andrea heard the doorbell ring. She was dressed to please her men. She had on a short skirt that showed off her ass cheeks and a yellow top that put her ample cleavage on full display. Yellow heels adorned her feet. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She was dressed to go out as her in home outfits usually consisted of lingerie, bikinis, or full nudity depending on the whim of her black lovers. She opened the door to see another well built black man, a little squatter then Brute. He had a healthy afro on the top of his head. “Can I help you, sir?” she asked.

Damn, look at this hot ass bitch! Thought the black man. “Is Brute here, babe?”

“Umm,” answered Andrea confused.

“ACE!” shouted Brute behind her. “It’s about time Dog.”

“Yo B! What up?”

“Good to see ya home,” said Brute. He held his hand up.

Ace grabbed Brute’s hand as Andrea watched the two men’s muscles flex. “Yeah, it’s good to be out.”

Brute turned to Andrea. “Hey babe. This here is Ace.”

“What’s up, babe,” said Ace, clearly having difficulty taking his eyes off her chest.

“Hello Ace,” she greeted him politely. “And why is he here?” she asked Brute.

“Ace here is a good buddy of mine. He’ll be staying here until he gets back on his feet.” Brute said nonchalantly.

He’d started acting like it was his house some time ago. It bothered Andrea to some extent, but she’d grown used to being subservient to her first black lover. Still, inviting a third friend into her house was a little surprising. What if he discovered her relationship with Brute and Bull? “What?” she loudly asked in shock. “But?”

“Aaannnddd, he’s been in jail for a very long time,” said Brute drawing the AND out. “Would you be a good girl and welcome him home?”

“But,” she mumbled even as her arousal began dripping from her pussy.

“I don’t think he ever had a white bitch before, baby,” said Brute.

“Welcome Ace,” she said, her voice softer now as she both accepted and wanted what Brute had asked of her. “Would you follow me, sir?”

Ace shook his head in disbelief. “Nah! You shittin me.”

“You heard the lady dog. Go.” Brute nodded toward Andrea walking away. “Fuck dog. Look at that hot white ass.”

Indeed, half Andrea’s ass was sticking out under the short skirt. Ace couldn’t tell if she was panty-less or wearing a thong. Not that it mattered. “FUCK!” he growled in awe. “I ain’t never been with a white one, dog.” Five years in jail and the first woman he was going to have was just about the sexiest stacked bitch he’d ever seen or fucked and she was white on top of that.

Andrea had paused on the stairs and turned her head seductively to see if Ace was following her. Ace was still standing still in complete surprise. He still suspected Brute was fucking with him somehow. When Brute had told him he could crash at his place, Ace had been expecting a trailer and found a Mc-mansion. In addition to living in a multimillion dollar house with a pool, Brute had a white woman keeping him company. A white woman that somehow still looked innocent and demure, but had the body of a porn star.
“Look at her,” said Brute and Ace couldn’t take his eyes off her. “That hot ass married white bitch loves having nigger cock up all her holes.” She was so beautiful, so innocent, yet she was staring at him, waiting for him to follow. Her eyes looked at him hungrily, seductively. “And I mean all her holes,” continued Brute. “She is hooked on nigger cock dog. Fuck her all you want. She loves it.”

“Fuck dog! You ain’t have to tell me twice,” growled Ace, following Andrea up the stairs. She stood in the doorway of the master bedroom still looking back at him seductively. The bed was freshly made. Andrea was washing the sheets daily as the constant nightly workouts left it sticky and messy every morning. “Fuck baby, you the hottest thing I ever seen,” said Ace staring at her.

Andrea smiled gratefully at him and moved to the bed. “Why thank you, sir,” she replied. “And let me say, that since this is your first day out of jail, feel free to have me any way you want.”

“Oh yeah, that sounds real good,” he growled, pulling his shirt off. He watched as she sat down on the bed, spreading her legs. The skirt ran up higher on her thighs. She was the strangest cross between a wanton whore with an angelic face. “Lets start with a blow job, baby,” he ordered.

Andrea didn’t answer, nor did she hesitate in undoing his baggy pants and pulling them down. She squealed in delight as she took in his huge black cock already hard and straining with need. She took him into her mouth and began sucking the tip. Ace threw his head back and moaned in joy at finally feeling a woman’s mouth around his cock after so many years. His need for her only caused her to start sucking faster. My god, she thought. I’m sucking a complete stranger and… and I love it. I’ve known this man for five minutes and already I’m willing to be his slut and service his every need. His cock is so big, so hard, so throbbing. He’s going to take out years of frustration on my poor pussy and I’m going to love every minute of it. I bet he’s got enough hot nigger cum backed up to feed me for a week. With that her belly growled as she took his cock deep in her throat.

“FUCK!” He growled. “You are one hot ass married white bitch! You’re hotter then the bitches in the fucking porn magazines I’ve been jerking off to in prison.”

Andrea forgave Ace his crudeness. After all, he’d been in prison for a long time. She pulled her head back until his hard cock sprang from her mouth. “Thank you, baby,” she told him kissing the head. If she did her job right, she could re-civilize these men. She could make them accepted by society once more. Provided she took care of their carnal needs. AND they could continue to be as crude as they wanted while they were fucking her. It made her pussy wet when they called her names. She let her tongue flicker over the sensitive slit on the tip of his cock before sliding it around his cock head.

“YEAH! Lick that black cock. Get it all wet and juicy. Yeah!” Ace’s entire cock was vibrating with need. It was so swollen and hard, the young married white wife couldn’t tell if he was close to blowing or not. She hefted his testicles, impressed by their size and weight. They gave Bull’s a run for his money. “Now let’s see if you can take it all the way down to the base,” he ordered.

Andrea was determined to do just that. The others were always thrilled when she deep throated them. She moved her lips to the tip, parted them, wider, wider, and wider until they slipped down around his throbbing cock head. She took his cock deep past her tonsils. Despite her previous experience, deep throating a huge nigger cock was still a strain on her muscles and breathing. Still, she fought off her desire to choke, his cock going deeper and deeper down her throat until his curly black pubes tickled her nose. Then Andrea really went to work. She bobbed her head rapidly along the entire twelve inches of Ace’s thick cock. She pulled back until his cock head almost entered her mouth and then pushed forwards until she was kissing his pubes. She managed to do this for nearly five minutes.

Ace was in awe of the sexy white woman. Not only hadn’t he expected a blow job the day he got out, but he hadn’t expected to be getting a blow job from a stacked married white bitch with the ability to deep throat a black cock. The poor man had been renowned for his sexual stamina before going to prison, but the strange amazing circumstances had the sperm welling up in his balls a long time before they normally did. “OH SHIT! OH FUCK! DAMN IT! I’m gonna blow… FUCK! FUCK! FUCK  AAAGGHH!!”

Andrea timed his orgasm perfectly. She wanted…needed to taste this new man’s seed. She pulled back, until his cock sprang from her mouth. She grabbed the base of his cock and held it still as his first blast of seed shot across her tongue and shot and shot and shot. She gulped, spreading her lips around half his engorged cock head. Her mouth quickly filled and she swallowed again. Ace shot so much black sperm in her mouth that she had to gulp continuously, but that was fine with her as his sperm was the richest, thickest, most delicious nigger sperm she’d ever tasted and there was more then a meal’s worth just for her. It came so hard and fast, his seed dribbled out the corners of her lips, running and dripping down her chin. He was still spurting hot black seed in her mouth as she pulled her yellow top down around her shoulders until her breasts sprang free. The sperm dripping down her chin had reached her chest now even as Ace continued to spurt jet after jet of sperm into her willing mouth. On his last few spurts, Andrea kept his seed in her mouth, savoring her first, but not last taste of this man’s nigger sperm. She gulped it down in one swallow loving how it felt sliding down her throat into her full belly.

Andrea opened her eyes after relishing his final bit of ejaculate and smiled appreciatively  at the still hard and rampant black cock rearing up before her eyes. She stuck her tongue out and licked upwards along the sensitive underside. “FUCK GIRL! That was the best fucking blow job I ever had,” said Ace.

“Why thank you baby,” she said seductively, “but now we move on to the next stage.” She slid the top down her ribs as she stood. Ace slid back on the bed, sitting and staring appreciatively at her as she stripped for him. His cock remained a hard missile, sticking straight up between his legs as he watched her wiggle out of the short skirt. She pushed the top down after the skirt, standing before him in nothing but a skimpy pair of red panties.

“FUUUCCKK! “You are one hot fucking bitch,” he muttered.

“Mmmm,” she purred. “I can see that you like what you see.” She nodded towards his stiff cock. “Like I said earlier, baby. You can take me any way you want. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Shit babe. I think I’ll do just that.” Ace couldn’t take his eyes of the lacy red panties. They were low cut showing she kept her reddish pubes closely trimmed and he could see the outline of her crotch hair through the red lace. Andrea was about the sexyist thing he’d ever seen even if he hadn’t been in prison for many years. “MM…MMM, You sure are a fine ass white bitch,” he muttered, still enraptured by her body. The lower bit of red lace was darker, wet, and clinging to her labia giving him a great view of her hidden goodies. “I can fuckin see yo pussy is all fuckin wet n shit,” he said, even as droplets of her arousal began leaking from her panties to moisten her inner thighs.

“I am wet for a big black cock, baby,” she told him, coming into his arms. I’m always wet for big black cocks, she thought to herself. I just met this man and my body yearns to fuck him.

Ace reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly. “Shit baby, gimme some sugar,” he growled as she bent down, their lips mashing together.

“Mmmm,” moaned Andrea with genuine lust. She kissed the black stranger with more passion then she’d ever kissed her husband. Their tongues dueled while Andrea ran her bare hands over Ace’s broad shoulders and biceps. She broke the kiss, but kept her lips lightly pressed on his. “Such a strong black man,” she whispered. “Just the way I like it.” Ace with his prison enhanced muscles was all man, a real man, a man’s man. The kind of man that knew what he wanted and would take what he wanted.

“Take dem panties off baby and get over here,” he ordered.

“Hehe,” she giggled, slipping her fingers through the waistband of her panties. “Sure baby, anything you want.” Andrea slid the panties down her long lean legs and stepped out of them. She leaned into Ace and he fell back on the bed, Andrea climbing on top of him. She reached down to lightly caress his hard cock. “Mmmm, you are so hard down there.” She squeezed the fat cock head before slowly jerking his shaft. “Is this for me baby?” She pressed her breasts into his chest and kissed him again, their tongues dueling eve before their lips met. She kept stroking his cock, feeling it’s heat and power. Andrea broke the kiss. “Would you like me to stick this big beautiful black cock deep in my married white pussy?” She suppressed a giggle as his cock suddenly went wild in her hand, jerking and spasming. For a moment, she feared he had ejaculated, but it was just spitting out copious amounts of precum. It took a lot of precum to get such a big cock lubricated.

“Shit!” he cursed, his cock jerking like crazy again. “Fuck yeah! I want that married white pussy wrapped tight around my big black cock, baby,” he moaned. Ace had never had a woman talk to him so sluttily before and he liked it.

Andrea straddled his body climbing over him, but not sitting down. Ace raised his cock up and she backed into it, feeling the long shaft press hard against her wet pussy. “I would love it very much if you fucked my married white pussy.”

“Fuck yeah, baby!“ Shit! If the slut kept talking  like this, Ace feared his cock might go off at any moment. “Now stick my black cock in yo hot ass white pussy.” The undersexed black man fought to control himself as the amazing white woman reached down between her legs and grasped his cock. He stared at her beautiful white breasts hanging down before his eyes. He stared as she lifted herself up. The tip of his cock hadn’t even touched her yet and not only was her arousal dripping on his cock head, but he could feel the heat she was giving off in her desire for him. He impressed himself with his self control as he both wanted to blow his load right then as well as ram his cock up deep and hard into her wet snatch. It doesn’t get any better then this, he thought just as his cock head touched her wet pussy lips and she pushed back, her labia spreading wide open for him and his cock head pushing inside. Correction, it does get better then this.

“Aaahhh! It’s soooo big,” she moaned as her lips spread open around his large cock head. “It’s stretching my pussy good.” She pushed down and his cock head slowly slid inside. Things just got better and better for Ace. No sooner had his cock head entered her, then her pussy started spasming, fluttering, jerking, and clamping down around his now soaked cock head. Hot fluid squirted out from their conjoined genitals and for a second he thought she’d peed on him, but it was her cum. Andrea threw her head back and cried. “AAAaaa! Fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming just by having your black cock head stretch my white pussy.” Then she started sliding down his hard shaft, the juice of her powerful orgasm squirting all over the new black ex-con as she rode his huge black cock as hard as she could.

‘Oh God!’, she thought, laying down on Ace’s broad muscular chest. Her hand slipped under the back of his head caressing his hair lovingly. ‘Another black cock that feels so good inside me.’ She brought her lips down to his and kissed this total stranger with a passion she’d never shown for her husband only her black lovers. He sat up without breaking the kiss, lifting Andrea into his lap. She slammed down into the root of his cock, grinding her pussy into him, feeling the fullness that only deep penetration by a black cock had ever provided her. She yearned to feel his sperm shooting inside her and the large orgasms that always came with it when being seeded by a black man.

Ace was grunting and growling with lust. He threw her on her back, pushing her legs back and spreading her pussy wide open. Years without a woman were turning him aggressive. This hot white wife was exactly what he had needed. ‘Damn this bitch is fucking good!’ he thought. ‘I’d fuck this bitch all fucking night long.” He continued to kiss her while holding her ankles in his strong grip.

‘Mmmm, he feels so good deep inside me,’ thought Andrea, tears running down her cheeks from all the pleasure his hard fucking was giving her.

Ace released her ankles and her legs came down to wrap around his hips as he continued to pound her. He wanted this to last forever, but it was too good and it had been too long.  “Oh fuck! I’m getting close, baby,” he growled, trying to hold his orgasm back. “Your fucking pussy is milking the fucking seed out of my nigger nuts. Where do you want my nigger seed, baby?”

“AAARRRHHH!!!,” she screamed her pussy quivering around his hard cock as she came again. “Oh Ace, please fill me with your nigger seed, baby! I want your nigger sperm deep inside my married white pussy.”

“Aaahhhh! Shit! You fucking feel so good baby. You know this ain’t gonna be the only time we fuck right?”

“Yes baby, I know,” she screamed, her nails digging into his back as her own orgasm began to grow in anticipation of her first seeding by this new lover. “I want you to fuck me anytime you want. I’m a cum dump for your nigger seed, baby.  Now please fill me with your nigger seed. PLEASE!”

“FFUUCCKK!! Just you talkin like that… FUCK! FUCK! I’m cumming inside your sweet hot married white pussy. AAAAARR!! AARRRGGGHHHH!!” It was too much for Ace. Years in prison, his first white woman, his first married white woman, and having such wanton dirty sex talk come out of the mouth of such a beautiful creature had the sperm shooting up from his balls. “Here it CCUUMMSS!”

That was exactly what Andrea wanted to hear. Her pussy clamped down around his cock, quivering and milking it for all the nigger seed it could. She came and came hard with each  jerk of his cock. She wasn’t sure if any of the others had cum this much inside her. Ace’s cock just kept ejaculating and ejaculating and she kept cumming with it. When he finally sat back and pulled his still rampant cock from her well used pussy, a virtual river of his nigger seed began leaking from her splayed open pussy.  “Fuck baby!“ He gasped. “I never cum so fucking hard before. You ain’t bad, bitch. I’m gonna love fucking the shit out of you, baby.“

“I love the sound of that,“ she told him. She reached down her body and grabbed his cock, stroking the mighty shaft. Several more long strands of semen shot out to land on her red pubes. Each strand of his leftovers was as much as he husband’s entire ejaculate had ever been. “I’m here for you Ace,” she said “I’m here for all of you when you need me. I’m the married white slut of every black cock that is in this house.”

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Andrea continued visiting her husband in jail every week. He was having a better time of it as the beatings had stopped completely. Without his constant fear, Bernie found himself semi hard every time he saw his beautiful wife. She smiled at her husband. On this particular day, she was well dressed in a green top that outlined her heavy bosom and a short blue skirt that was slit on the side. Her reddish brown hair was tied back in a pony tail. She looked every bit like a sexy business executive though Bernie thought her skirt might be a little on the short side, it did show off her lovely legs.

Bernie ran up and greeted his wife, kissing her on the lips. “How are things? All cleared up?”

Andrea wrinkled her face. “Sorry, still a bit nasty,” she apologized. She told him during her last visit, that she had a yeast infection. She found herself making excuses for not being able to fuck her well stretched out and often sperm leaking pussy. He would notice right away that her pussy wasn’t the same anymore and that his little dick would never be able to satisfy her. Her pussy was now resized for the black man.

So every time, Andrea squatted and pulled Bernie’s little white penis out and gave him a blow job. She sucked him hard and unrelenting usually causing him to blow his load in just a couple minutes. Not that he minded, but she rarely even bothered to let him see her naked anymore or even to lift her shirt up and show him her tits.

Andrea put up with it as a distasteful duty a loyal wife should perform for her husband. His small white penis presented no challenge, it didn’t excite her nor would it ever again, it wasn’t manly or powerful, nor did it taste as good as a real man’s cock and his sperm would barely fill a teaspoon. She rolled his small load around on her tongue and swallowed it. Her husband’s semen was rather bland, lacking the protein rich flavor of her black lovers.

Andrea stood and wiped her mouth with a tissue. “I gotta get out of this place,” she apologized to her husband. “See you next week.”

“Oh,” he replied. He looked at their time, they still had over a half hour to be together. “I know you don’t like this place and I’m sorry you have to come here. I love you.”

“… I…I love you to,” she replied, for the first time realizing that it was a lie.

Bernie felt sad as the guard opened the door for her. Something was wrong. There was something she wasn’t telling him.

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Andrea hurried home. She opened her front door. Her three black houseguests were playing cards and drinking beer at a small circular table. They looked up when she entered. Her pussy started dripping just at the sight of them, her arousal increased tenfold when their gaze fell on her. She strolled up towards them. “So.. If any of you big boys would care to fuck me, giving my little dicked husband a blowjob always makes me horny to have a real man inside me.”

The black men were quick to service their whore. Andrea didn’t even have time to strip. Brute had her on all fours on the poker table, her skirt hiked up around her waste, her panties pulled aside, and his massive black cock buried in her pussy. “Oh God yes!” she screamed. “A real man’s cock! Please fuck me hard with your big black cock,” she hissed through gritted teeth.  “Shoot your cum in my married white pussy.”  Andrea moaned in blissful heaven. Bull and Ace had dropped their pants, their mighty black cocks rising to attention. She was going to be one well fucked slut that night just as she was every night and day since they had come to stay with her.

Brute squeezed and smacked her ass. She cried in frustration when he yanked his cock out, but he only wanted to flip her over on her back. He ripped her panties off and slammed his cock back inside her pussy. Ace pulled her green top up over her braless tits. Andrea hung her head down off the table and he shoved his cock in her mouth even as Bull rubbed his cock all around one of her erect nipples. He left her swollen areola coated his slimy precum.

“Oh Fuck! Shit! You turn out to be a true black cock slut, baby,” groaned Brute.

“Oh fuck me baby! Fuck me all you guys want. I’m your black cock slut. Do whatever you want with me.” Andrea felt Brute slam his cock in balls deep and her pussy was suddenly filled with liquid heat as his cum began filling her. Pleasure burst from her pussy. “CCCUUUMMMIIIMMMppphhh!” she screamed even as Ace shoved his cock back in her mouth.

“Shit! I want dat pussy too, slut,” growled Ace after Brute had pulled out. He rolled her on her side and climbed onto the table behind her, lifting her leg as he shoved his cock in her already cum filled pussy.
“Shit! Let me dump my load in your pussy, bitch. Fuck YEAAAAAAHHHH!!”

“Oh god that feels soooo good,” moaned the young housewife feeling the second load flood her womb.
Her pussy spasmed all around the jerking cock as she came again. “Shoot your black seed deep in me. I’m yours anytime you guys want. You own this pussy now.”

Even as Ace was nearly falling off the table, Bull was grabbing the sexy redheaded slut’s ankles and pulling her legs open. He yanked her ass towards the edge of the table and shoved his cock in balls deep, a mixture of the other two black men’s seed squirted out from their conjoined crotches as Bull’s cock displaced it. He slammed his cock in hard and fast feeling her tremble through several orgasms under his pummeling. Her pussy felt full and sloppy to him so he pushed back on her knees, lifting her crotch up. As her cock stuffed pussy raised upwards, her tight rosebud appeared. Bull yanked his cock out and bent it down towards her anus. It was so slick and wet, that it slid in easily after but a little pressure. She moaned, raising her ass up to him. There was no pain anymore, her ass was getting fucked multiple times daily. She loved it almost as much as she liked swallowing their cum or having their black cocks hose her womb with their potent seed.

After Bull had cum and pulled out, his sperm flooded out her ass, to mingle with Ace’s and Brute’s still flowing from her pussy. Their cum ruined the playing cards and her table as a well fucked Andrea caught her breath. The three black men were standing around staring at her. I love being their slut, she thought. Their cocks were already in various stages of semi-erection as they looked at the black cum slut. Their cocks make me feel like a real woman.

Brute reached out and lifted her off the table. He steadied her and then pulled her up the stairs. They showered together, kissing while she stroked his cock, then she leaned against the wall and he fucked her from behind. When she left the shower, Ace and Bull were in her marital bed waiting for her. It was a long night. One of many long and happy nights.

One morning, Andrea exited her shower and dried herself off. She looked at the nicely tailored skirt and blouse with a blazer lying over her chair. She pulled on a skimpy bra and panty first, admiring how she looked in it. The bra was sheer and showed her nipples. The panty was sheer too, showing her pubes, while the rear end was little more then a string, proudly displaying the fine ass her black men loved so much. She looked sexy as hell and the underwear fit her well except for the slight bulge that had been growing under her navel over the last few weeks. She stepped into the skirt, grimacing as she belted it on and feeling even more uncomfortable pulling the blouse on over her shoulders. At some point over the last few months, she had grown an aversion to wearing clothes. She preferred going about her house nude or wearing slutty lingerie for her lovers, none of which lasted long on her body, often getting ripped off her aggressively.

Andrea applied some makeup and left her bathroom. Brute was laying on her bed. The sheet was off displaying his fit chest and one bare leg was out from under the cover. His crotch as covered, but tented up. He lazily opened his eyes. “Where you going, slut?” he asked.

“Off to visit Bernie,” she sighed.

Brute yawned. “Not until you take care of dis, bitch,” he groaned, pulling the covers away from his crotch. His cock was semi erect and laying over his thigh. Her eyes stared at it, watching it swell and rise up to fall on his stomach. Her nipples grew hard with the growing cock and her pussy got wetter every second she stared. Andrea crawled onto the bed between his legs and took his cock in her hand. Soon the huge head was passing between the red on her freshly painted lips. “Yeah, suck that cock, ho.”

Suck is exactly what she did, moaning and groaning with lust as she swallowed the thick black monster she loved so much. There was only one thing she wanted more then some cum pudding for breakfast and that was for Brute’s cock to be between her legs. She reached for her waist even as she swallowed his cock, undoing the belt and pushing the skirt down. Andrea quit blowing him long enough to straddle his crotch and pull her underwear aside, slamming her pussy down over the cock that had addicted her to black loving. Brute growled, thrusting upward, her grabbed her blouse and yanked it open sending buttons flying everywhere. He liked her bra, pinching her nipple through the sheer material, but flipping the other cup up, so that he could suck on her second swollen nipple.

Andrea had multiple orgasms leading up to the grand finale when Brute bucked his cock through her cervix sending billions of his sperm into her womb. “Are you my slut?” he asked, while her pussy was still contracting around his shaft.

“YYYEEESSSS!” she hissed in pleasure.

“Are you my white bitch?”

“YYYEEESSS, Brute, I’m your white bitch,” she gasped coming down from the intense orgasm. His cock was still bucking, shooting it’s final wads each more then Bernie came with his entire orgasm.

“Are you my slave?”

“YYEESS, MAASSTTER!”

“I don’t want you visiting your husband anymore.”

“Yes, master,” she moaned. He’d get no argument from her. She no longer felt any love for Bernie. She didn’t want to visit Bernie. She didn’t want to get off Brute’s cock. She loved Brute’s cock. She loved Brute. She loved Ace and Bull. This was wear she wanted to be, servicing her black masters. She didn’t have time to see Bernie even if she had wanted to for after riding Brute, Ace came into the room looking for their house slut. He found her pussy messy, so he took her ass. After Ace, Bull gave her the breakfast she’d been craving, filling her belly with his cum.

Andrea became their slave and black cock slut. She cooked for her men, cleaned for her men, and most of all provided for all their sexual needs. She usually roamed the house naked, but often wore slutty lingerie or went nude but for stockings and heels, and even sometimes, nude but for a slave collar and chain. The chain dangling down over her rapidly swelling belly. It had been months since her period and she hadn’t noticed. Her belly grew and grew. Her black son came almost nine months exactly after she’d first started servicing Brute in the conjugal visit trailer. Brute held him proudly and loved his son. Brute, Bull, and Ace all doted on the little baby. They named him Andrew after Andrea. Brute’s brother Jerome came to live with them. He too was an ex-con, but had been out for two years, failing to find work or hold a job. He was living on the street when Brute found him. He was the first to plant his seed in Andrea’s fertile belly after she had recovered from giving birth to Andy. After Jerome, came Franklin and Sammy. Sammy had the biggest balls and the thickest, tastiest seed out of all the black men.

The phone rang daily from the prison, but Andrea refused all the calls. She got weekly letters from Bernie too, but they went straight to the trash. Bernie’s friends stopped by to see what was going on, but all they heard was loud rap music blaring from the house.

Andrea’s second baby was a girl they named Selena. She couldn’t be sure who the father was, but all the black males doted on her. Andrea spent her time working out to keep her body fit and sexy for her lovers while they cared for the baby. She kept her belly flat and her waist and thighs trim. Her areola expanded and her nipples grew after her children were born, but that only made her look sexier.

Bernie was angry and bitter as he changed from his prison jump suit to his business attire. His suit was tight on him as he’d gained a lot of weight in prison. He was being released early for good behavior. He had some cash, his house keys, and his suit and nothing more. He used most of the cash to get a taxi to take him home. It had been almost three years since he’d seen his house, but little had changed. Andrea still had the same car and it was parked in the driveway. The trash was at the curb and there was a surprisingly large number of empty beer cans and pizza boxes in it. He walked up to his house, surprised to hear the BOOM BOOM BOOM of some hardcore rap lyrics blaring from inside. He used his keys and let himself inside.  The first thing he saw was a two year old black boy riding a tricycle down his hall. “What the hell,” he muttered.

The television was on in the main room and Bernie walked towards it. The first thing he noticed was two strange black men. “What the fuck is going on here?” he yelled angrily. “Get the fuck out of my house or I’ll call the cops.” He entered the room, seeing more black men. Andrea was sitting between two on the couch, naked, but for nylons, heels, and a slave collar with a chain on it. The end of the chain was wrapped around the fist of a black man on her left. He stared at her in horror. Her legs were spread open, feet on the coffee table, and white sperm was dripping from her pussy. Finally, he recognized the black man on her left. It was Brute, his old cellmate. On her right, was one of the men that had made his prison time so miserable. Two of the other blacks that had beaten the crap out of him almost daily were behind the couch drinking beers. He’d been so relieved when they’d been released and now he found them in his home. “What’s the meaning of…. What’s going on here?” Andrea stood up, the black men watching her. She looked sexy as hell though her belly looked a little swollen as if she were pregnant. These black men were fucking his wife! Andrea was servicing his black tormentors! Was the black boy he’d seen when he entered the house hers? “Get out,” he wheezed, trying to find his breath at the horror he was witnessing. This must be a bad dream, he thought. I’m still in prison. “You’re all trespassing.”

“I don’t think so honey,” said Andrea walking up to him and pushing her finger against his chest. She felt no shame to be walking around virtually nude, but for the collar. “You’re the one that is trespassing, Bernie.”

“What? Are you crazy? This is my house.”

“I don’t think so baby,” she replied, smiling. “You put everything in my name to protect it from your embezzlement scheme so everything you own is now mine.”

Bernie’s face fell. “Andrea, what happened to you?”

“And now I want you to get the hell out of MY house,” she said. Behind her, Brute rose from the crouch, pounding his meaty fist into his other hand. Ace and Bull rose too and some of the other black men, some of which looked like men he’d done time with also stood. “Or I’ll let my lovers do to you here what they used to do to you in prison.”

Bernie felt his bladder weaken at the sight of the giant black men approaching him. He got out of his house pretty fast. Dejected and in a state of shock, he walked to the nearest liquor store and used the last of his money to by a bottle of wine. He slid down in the alley and got drunk. After nearly draining the bottle, he passed out, opening his eyes once when his wife’s care pulled up. A black man he didn’t recognize got out of it and entered the liquor store, returning a few minutes later carrying several cases of beer. He tossed Bernie one before getting back in the car and driving away.

Bernie snapped, losing it. His suit became dirty and torn, yet he never removed the tie. He begged for money to by booze, wanting to stay as drunk as much as possible. He became known as Crazy B. He sat on the corner, mumbling to himself. Crazy B was generally considered harmless except from time to time, he’d shout “DIE NIGGERS!” which got him punched a few times. Some nights, he was able to stay in the shelter when room was available which was becoming more and more frequent as many of the homeless black men, most ex-cons were staying in the new half-way house up the road.

Andrea soon had over a hundred ex-cons living in the half-way house. She happily serviced them all. The millions her ex-husband had embezzled served her well and the half-way house actually began to produce some results.  She kept her men fed, clean, sexually satisfied, bought them suits, helped them find jobs, and financed their small businesses. Some became successful, paying her back and moving out and onwards to better things. The press tried to interview the woman of the house and the mayor tried to honor her, but the woman known as Andrea the Angel remained a bit of a recluse and a mystery.

Andrea continued doing her thing serving as both slave and slut to her black guests, never turning any need down and never going on birth control. She loved her children and planned to keep doing what she was doing as long as she was able.

She had found her purpose in life.

THE END