Wife Pays Cause Hubby Plays

Wife Pays Cause Hubby Plays
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009


"Fucking animals!"

One black after another. Apparently some famous basketball player with a
good reputation (Bull shit!) had raped some poor innocent white girl.
After that was a story about the black snipers going to trial. Following
that story, a black woman had been arrested for leaving a child alone in
her house for two weeks after being arrested for something else. And two
of these animals had the nerve to run for president!

Heather didn't normally watch the news. She found it much too
depressing. It was always showing how blacks were dragging this country
down. Not that her husband was a saint, he was overly fond of beer and
had a gambling problem, but he had never raped or killed anyone.
Luckily, he had quit gambling six months ago, but he still drank his
beer every night. The six pack Frank drank nightly no doubt contributed
to the disappearance of the six pack on his stomach over the last five
years since they'd graduated high school. His six pack abdomen had been
replaced by a lump of pale, shaking flesh.

Heather was worried that if his paunch kept growing, he might not be
able to get his entire 5 inch pussy plower into her. She'd loved his
dick back in school and had seen a lot of it then, but for each of the
four years they'd been married, she was seeing less and less of it. When
she did get some, she was usually left disappointed enough that she had
to finish herself off alone in the bathroom. Lately, she felt there was
something missing in her sex life.

Heather thought her husband was an idiot. Any man married to a hot bitch
like her should be fucking her twice a day. Heather hefted her breasts
and winked at herself in the mirror that covered the wall across from
the couch. She hadn't turned the TV channel because she was painting her
toes, sitting naked on the couch except for a thong. She applied the red
polish to the small toe on her left foot just above a silver ring. She
put her ankle bracelet back on then sat back to let the polish dry while
more criminals with black faces appeared on the news.

Sick of the news, she turned to stare at herself some more. What the
fuck was wrong with Frank? I was the hottest girl at Nathan Bedford
Forrest High, she thought. The nearly nude body reflecting in the mirror
belonged to a Fredrick's of Hollywood model, a stripper, or a porn star.
Long reddish-blonde hair covered her head, surrounding bright green eyes
and lips painted to match her toenails. Her skin was milky white,
smooth, with no blemishes except for the occasional freckle. Large,
firm knockers topped her chest. They were so perfect, they should have
been fake. Her boobs were capped by nipples the color of  pink roses and
the diameter of fifty cent pieces. Frank used to joke that they were so
pointy, they'd poke his eyes out. Her stomach was flat and surrounded by
a thin tapered waist. Her thong was light blue and with her legs propped
up on the coffee table, she could see the outline of her pussy lips
through the tight material as well as a little wet dot in the center.
Remembering all the fucking she and Frank had done in high school had
her feeling a little horny.

No woman should look this good, she thought. Heather's closest friends
and rivals in high school were now, fat, haggard looking women with
screaming brats sucking on rapidly sagging teats. Thinking about Frank
and her friends had her amazed that someone's body could change so much
between 18 and 23. No doubt, if Heather had been a mommy, her body would
be as fat as her friends, but her husband had a sperm count so low it
was nonexistent. Their doctor had been flabbergasted. Frank's semen was
practically crystal clear and until seeing the doctor, Heather hadn't
known that semen was supposed to be milky white. Frank's problem had
finally been traced to a childhood illness. If they were to have
children, they'd need to adopt and so the unused room in the trailer sat
empty except for trash bags filled with Frank's beer cans.

Someone banged loudly on the door.

Heather jumped, startled. She wiggled her toes and decided the polish was dry. She grabbed a pink halter top and pulled it on over her head until the playboy bunny was nestled between her knockers. Her swollen pointy nipples were clearly visible through the stretched material.

The banging came again. The pounding was so hard, it shook the trailer.

"Hold your ass. I'm coming," yelled Heather. She grabbed small, gray,
cotton shorts and pulled them on. Black lettering spelling the word,
BITCH crossed the two perfect globes of her ass.

Her visitor pounded on the door again.

Heather checked herself out in the mirror. The bottoms of her breasts
were visible under the halter and the stud in her belly button sparkled.
The shorts rode low on her hips and the straps of her thong were visible
crossing each hip. Damn sexy, but then she liked to show off her body.

"Open up," yelled the visitor, pounding on the door continually.

"Gawd dammit," growled Heather, finally pulling the door open. "What?"
she asked the hard, perfect male chest she was staring at. The chest was
encased by a tight, white tee shirt. She followed the tee shirt to the
arms whose biceps were as big as her thighs and gasped when she saw that
her visitor had dark black skin. "What do you want?"

"How'd that worthless husband of yours get a fine piece of ass like
you?" said the black man. He was actually handsome with a crew cut and goatee, but looked like a thug with tattoos on his arms and a do-rag wrapped around his crew cut.

"What do you want?" she asked again. Heather was wondering if she could
slam the door shut and pull the chain. Would it even keep out a man so
big? It was too late though, the man was already pushing himself inside.

"Where's Frank? That dick you're married to, owes me money and said he'd
pay me back today."

Heather felt a pit form in her stomach. Frank was gambling again and
they were flat broke. To keep from staining her coffee table, the nail
polish was sitting on a growing pile of second notice bills. She'd
always known his fondness for playing the ponies would hurt them in some
way. "What are you going to do?"

"Kick Frank's white ass if I don't get my money. Damn!" The black man
said the later because he was taking in Heather's outfit or to be exact
the body under the outfit. "That lazy man of yours is dead meat if I
don't get my money. Worst employee I fucking have."

"You're Samson?" Heather crossed her arms across her chest, embarrassed
that his gaze was hardening her nipples.

"Yeah, that's right," said the black man. "Now you can pay me or I'll
wait for slow poke to get home." Samson punched one beefy fist into his
other palm for emphasis.

"I don't have any money," said Heather, she'd spent their last cent on
groceries and Frank's beer. Stupid shithead Frank had not only borrowed
money from a black animal, but he'd borrowed it from his big brute of a
boss. The man who could leave them even poorer. The man whom Frank
constantly complained rode his ass every day screaming obscenities at
him for being lazy and screwing up all the time. "Frank's probably at the tavern since it's Friday. Would you like a beer?"

"Yeah."

Heather walked the few steps into the kitchen. She reached up to get a
glass out of the cupboard. As she stretched, her halter rode up her
breasts until Samson got a good view of her lower nipples. That's why
Heather wore this outfit, but she never expected to be showing off her
body to a dangerous black animal. She opened the refrigerator for a can
of beer. The blast of cold air hit her breasts. Heather felt her nipples
grow completely hard until goose bumps peppered her areola. Samson openly stared at them when she handed him the beer. "Perhaps, there's some other way we could repay you?"

"Bitch," said Samson, reading her shorts, "you're the only thing in this
shit hole worth anything. If I can't have you, then I'll just hafta wait
for fat Frank to get home. I should fire his lazy ass."

"Are you going to hurt my husband?"

"Only if he don't pay me what he owes me. Then he's dead meat. Holy
fucking Jesus!"

Heather finished pulling the halter over her head and stepped back as
the black man's large hands had unconsciously jumped up as if to squeeze
her tits. Sally Jesse and Springer had taught her that black men were
sex starved animals especially for white women, though they seemed to
prefer their white women fat. She hoped her body would be good enough
for Samson. Heather didn't have any money or valuables, but she did have
one skill she excelled at. "If I suck your dick, will you promise not to
hurt my husband?" Samson just nodded staring in shock at her tits. As an
after thought, Heather added, "and you promise not to fire him?"

"Uh, sure baby, but you hafta do whats I tells ya."

"Like what?" asked Heather suspiciously.

"Like to start, I'd like to see you out of those shorts.

"Ok," said Heather. She felt a little sick to her stomach at the thought
of sucking a black man off, but in her experience the more aroused she
made him, the sooner it would all be over with. She turned around and
bent down to touch her toes, her bare breasts were visible between her
legs to the black man. The word BITCH was staring at him as she reached
up and slowly pulled the legs of her shorts down.

"Your ass is fucking unbelievable," said Samson, grabbing his crotch.
"Now lose the thong." He reached out and squeezed her two ass cheeks.

Heather jumped out of his grasp. "Hey! No touching!" She pulled the
thong back up.

"No deal. There's gonna be touching. Now come here. NOW!"

Shit, she thought. This man wouldn’t be so easy to manipulate. He was going to run his dirty black hands all over her body. Heather was breathing heavily as she stepped forwards. She shivered with disgust as he bent forwards and kissed her belly, slipping his tongue inside her belly button and around the stud. He grabbed her hips to hold her still and kissed up her stomach. Heather crinkled her nose in disgust from his wet kisses, but that changed when he reached her breasts. They'd always been overly sensitive. Samson's tongue slid up her lower breast and across her nipple sending a spasm through her body. The thick tongue came back down, this time circling her nipple before he sucked the entire tip between his lips. Heather sucked her bottom lip into her mouth to keep from crying out in pleasure. A moan did escape her lips as his teeth gently closed on her nipple and nibbled on it. Samson then sucked it like a baby for a few times before kissing his way over to her other breast.

This time it was a little different. Samson's mouth still gave her
nipple a workout, but now his hands were also on the move. One hand slid
along her thigh and between her legs. It moved up to her crotch and
reached into her ass, grabbing the thong. Samson slowly pulled the thong
down, using his other hand to pull the straps over her hips. His finger
hooked the thong moving down the inside of her ass. The tip of his
finger pushed harder against her ass hole making her jump, but didn't
penetrate. Instead, it kept moving down. The tip slid across her pussy
lips which much to Heather's shame were very wet, parting easily for his
finger.

Samson's finger pushed against the entrance to her pussy, but kept going
until it was teasing her clit. Heather hadn't been touched like this in
a long time and she was struggling not to enjoy this. Her body was
fighting her. Her clit was swelling as his wet finger teased around it.
His finger then slid between her pussy lips again. Samson suddenly
thrust his finger deep in her pussy just as he sucked her left nipple
hard between his lips. "Oh fuck yeah," moaned Heather, as she came all
over his finger.

Samson was exceptionally skilled with his finger. He didn't stop after
giving her the one orgasm. He held his finger in deep and started
rotating the tip around while continuing to suck on her breast. Samson
was a big man and his finger was nearly the size of Frank's penis.
Heather closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. The black man's free
hand came up and squeezed her ass cheek, one finger close to her anus.
This time he did push the finger hard against her anus. Heather opened
her eyes to protest as his finger pushed in, but found that instead of
being unpleasant, she was cumming a second time.

Heather's legs went weak as the large orgasm wracked her body. It had
been years since she'd cum, and never twice within minutes of each other
and never one this big. Samson quickly grabbed her waist and lowered her
to the ground as she collapsed to her knees between his legs. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to enjoy it.

The buxom, strawberry-blonde rested her head on his knees while she
caught her breath. "I'll take that blow job now," he said.

Heather looked up to see that he had helped her by unbuckling his belt
and opening his pants. He'd removed his tee shirt revealing his hard,
muscular chest. Samson had the chest of a professional weightlifter and
he put Frank to shame even when Frank was in shape back in high school.
There was also a curiously large bulge underneath his slacks.

Heather's revulsion was disappearing a little as she reached up for his
zipper. Samson may have been black, but he was a handsome manly man. She
felt she needed to repay him for the two orgasms she'd had. Heather
grasped the zipper gingerly and began to pull down. The bulge beneath
his pants seemed to swell, the added pressure helping push the zipper
down. Samson lifted his hips while she helped pull his pants down. She'd
never seen another man's penis and was starting to get a little eager.

Samson wore tight white underwear that appeared about to burst. It
almost looked like he had shoved a big knobby snake in his pants. She
could see a serpentine head shifting. Heather found her hands were
shaking as she grabbed the rim of his underwear and pulled out. That was
just the opportunity the snake had been looking for and Samson's
Cock head shot up not only beyond his underwear, but beyond his
bellybutton. Heather stared at Samson's monster penis and she kept
staring mouth agape in shock.

Samson's hand came down and pushed his underwear free of his nut sack.
"Looking at it ain't gonna make it cum, baby. Use that pretty mouth of
yours." Samson bent his cock forward and rested it on Heather's lips.

His voice brought Heather out of her shock. Samson's shaft must have been thirteen inches long and as thick as a big mag flashlight. "Fucking
liar," she mumbled, as she took in balls the size of tangerines. She was
thinking about her husband and the fact that he'd told her he was
well-endowed with a five inch penis. Samson’s seemed even bigger as he
pushed it down and she stared down his shaft. He held his cock bent as
Heather began to kiss and lick around the golf ball sized head.

Samson let go of his cock and the shaft sprang up to slap against his
belly. Heather reached up and grabbed it, pulling it back towards her
mouth. Heather paused, confused. She was acting as if she were eager to
suck on this man's big black cock. She pulled her head back and stared
at it some more. The swollen head was light brown while the shaft and
the rest of Samson's body was dark black. A pulsing blue-black vein ran
the length of his shaft and smaller veins crisscrossed the surface. The
black man's big cock started getting closer to her mouth again and
Heather suddenly felt Samson's hand on the back of her head, pulling her
forwards. She gave in and opened her mouth.

At some point during the blow job, Heather began to enjoy herself.
Actually, it was almost immediately. She took the head into her mouth
and nimbly ran her tongue all around the surface. Her other hand found
the shaft and started stroking it. Heather had thought she was skilled,
but that was sucking on Frank's prick. Her husband's entire penis had
easily fit into her mouth with just the tip teasing her throat. Heather
felt like gagging with just Samson's cock head in her mouth. Sucking
Samson was a challenge and she loved challenges.

Heather forced the thick cock into her throat and started bobbing her
head. Heather's throat made purring sounds as she took the cock deeper
and deeper. "I think the slut's enjoying her dark meat," said Samson.
Heather gave him a mean look, but continued bobbing her head. "Not as
easy as little old fat Frank, is it? I bet I'm twice as big."


Heather paused for air. Samson was more then twice as big as her
husband, but she didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing that
fact. "Just warn me when you're going to cum," she said, before returning her mouth to his shaft. The base had grown slick now and her hand slid more rapidly along it while she'd managed to swallow seven or eight inches. Her free hand hefted and massaged his balls which were starting to contract. The thick shaft was swelling even thicker. It jerked in her mouth and Heather felt it pumping semen into her belly. Disgusted, she pulled back as more of the hot fluid shot down her throat.

"I'm gonna cum," groaned Samson, a little too late.

Heather's mouth filled with hot sperm and the head prevented her from
spitting it out forcing her to swallow. Heather pulled back freeing the
cock from her mouth just as it blew another wad which splattered from
her nose to her neck. Heather pulled the spitting head down away from
her face and several more wads covered her tits. Heather moved his
Cock head around, using it to rub his semen into her skin and nipple. "It is white!" she murmured, a little shocked. Her chin and breasts were
covered with milky white sperm, so different from Frank's. It even tasted different, richer, more potent, filled with protein. It was like egg nog compared to skim milk.

"If you’re a good girl, I might let you suck me again some time."

"Not on your life," she replied, but found herself tempted. Would
practice allow her to swallow the whole thing? "I just did it to pay you
back."

"No, you did it so I wouldn't kick your husband's ass. He still owes me
my money."

"Oh." Heather hadn't released his shaft. She was still stroking on it,
awed that sperm would still pour out of the head every time her hand
moved forwards along the shaft. It had only shrunk an inch or so and was
still hard enough to fuck.

"Let me fuck you and we'll call it even."

"No way. I'd consider it, but you're too big."

"I ain't met no woman yet who couldn't handle my black schlong. Now, you
said you was broke and didn't have no money. Somebody's gonna pay me
back. I'm just trying to do you a favor, see, and you'll be doing Frank
a favor too. Now we can try and I'll just push it in a little at a time,
see how much you can take and all."

"I'm not sure..." Heather jerked her head back as Samson's cock thrust
forward through her hand, once again rock hard.

"Whatever. I need the money more then I need to get laid."

Samson may have needed the money more, but his cock seemed to be more
interested in the sex. If anything it looked harder now then it had the
first time. Heather just had to know how much of his big dick she could
take. "I guess we could try."

"Ok. First, we should probably make sure you're juiced up." Samson laid
down on his back on the carpet." Come here, baby." Heather made to
straddle his waist, but Samson stopped her. "No, no baby. Lay down
across my chest facing the other way." He waited until she had obeyed
him then added, "Now back your pussy into my mouth."

Heather felt her already wet pussy get a little wetter at his words.
Frank hadn't gone down on her in years and she'd enjoyed his tongue more
then his penis. Samson grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide as
she backed into his tongue. When it came, Heather nearly jumped off his
chest. Samson missed her pussy entirely and his tongue licked her anus.
She was thankful, she'd showered before he arrived. Samson swirled his tongue around her anus before moving it down to her labia and sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine. His tongue then slid back up to her ass, then down to her pussy. Heather began liking having her ass licked almost as much as her pussy. Finally, he quit licking up and down and just worked his tongue into the folds of her pussy. Heather found herself humping backwards into his rigid tongue. Samson's finger once again pushed into her ass hole and Heather found herself cumming again. Nor did Samson let up, he continued to steadily tongue fuck her. Heather grasped the big black cock under her nose and started kissing all over it as a way of saying thanks. Minutes after telling Samson, "not on your life," Heather found herself sucking Samson's cock again and another orgasm building. This was incredible. Heather had gone years without an orgasm and was about to have her fourth one in an hour. Soon her cum was pouring down Samson's chin.

"I think you’re ready to go," said Samson, pushing the exhausted woman up off him.

Still a little dazed, Heather pushed herself to her feet. She looked
down and saw Samson grab the base of his cock and hold it straight up
wanting her to mount him. Heather turned around and positioned herself
over his cock. She squatted until the head slid between her thighs.
Heather felt his large cock head press against her labia, pushing it in,
until her pussy lips parted around it. Her pussy stretched wide open
until the head slipped inside. "Jesus, it's big. Just the head is
ripping me in two," gasped Heather.

Samson brought his hands up to her knees and started rubbing them
affectionately. "Tell me something, baby, when you remove a Band-Aid, do
you rip it off or do you slowly pull it off?"

"What?" she asked. What the fuck was he talking about? She was trying to
fuck him and he was asking her about Band-Aids.

"You heard me. Do you rip off a Band-Aid or do you prolong the pain by
slowly pulling it up."

Heather thought for a moment. "I rip it off, to get the pain over with as quickly as possible."

"Good answer," said Samson, pushing hard against her knees.

Heather felt her legs shoot back. "Noooooo,’ she cried as his cock
impaled her. Samson bucked his hips and Heather bounced up almost flying
off his cock, but instead slamming down harder into it. "Too big.
Aaargh." Heather bounced up again and came down. Each time forced more
cock deep inside her pussy. "No, can't take it. Too big." Her pussy
molded itself and stretched around his shaft. She felt filled to
capacity, but was amazed at every additional inch her pussy took. "Oh
god, it's a big cock." Her pussy came down hitting his crotch. Heather
had now taken the entire monster. "Oh fuck, it's big. Oh fuck. Fuck!
Fuck me! Oh my god, I love it. Fuck me with that big dick."

"You like that black cock a lot better then Frank's dick, dontcha?"
Samson bucked his hips hard.

"God yes," cried Heather flying upwards and having an orgasm as she
impaled herself again. "It's never been this good. Fuck my pussy.
Heather flew up and down continuously. She realized Samson had quit
bucking his hips and was lying still, yet she was still riding him. Her
legs had taken over doing all the work. She was cumming every third
bounce or so. Heather could barely concentrate from all the pleasure she
was receiving, but one thought did pop into her brain. It was her most
fertile time of the month. "Samson," she gasped, "whatever you do, don't
cum in my pussy."

"You'd better slow down then."

Heather slowed her pace and the pleasure was only more intense. She
could concentrate on every inch. She arched her back and started
squeezing her nipples, while sucking her lower lip in. "Sooo big, sooo
good," she moaned. Heather felt a big orgasm growing just as Samson
started working his hips again to pick up the speed. He leaned up to
grab her hips and held her still while bucking his crotch. Samson
growled so loudly it startled her. Her pussy suddenly felt soaked. "No,"
she cried realizing he was cumming. The jets of semen assaulted her womb
triggering the biggest orgasm of Heather's life. She collapsed onto
Samson's chest with his cock still pumping her full of seed. Heather
recovered just as Samson's limp cock plopped out of her pussy releasing
a torrent of sperm. "Asshole, you were supposed to pull out," she
whispered, kissing his chest.

"Relax baby, I've had a vasectomy," he lied. "We can fuck all you want and you won't get pregnant." Samson decided he wanted to keep this pussy. This hick town wouldn't stand for a married white woman giving birth to a black baby. They'd leave town together just after Heather delivered. Go somewhere he could put lots of babies in her belly.

Heather was feeling a little sad. She almost wished Samson had knocked
her up, she was even imagining there was a warm glow coming from her
womb as if she had been impregnated. Wow, their baby would be gorgeous,"
she pictured in her head what their kids would look like. Heather
glanced at the clock. "Shit," she cried jumping up. "Frank will be home
any minute." Heather's thighs made squishing sounds as she ran to the
bathroom.

When Heather felt presentable, she ran naked out to the living room and
threw her sexy outfit back on. Samson was gone. She opened the trailer
door to see the big black man talking to Frank. The two men parted and
Frank approached her. She could smell beer on his breath. "Sam, said you
paid him back for me," said Frank, handing her a rolled up bill.

"What's this?" she asked, unrolling a five dollar bill.

"The money I owed him. I couldn't buy lunch the other day, so he spotted
me five. Last time I borrow money from him, he's such a jerk about it.

"Excuse me, honey."

"Where you going?"

"The big jerk told me you'd borrowed ten." Heather ran past her husband
down the dirt road to where Samson was nearing his car. "Come back here,
asshole," yelled Heather. Samson was halfway in his car when she caught
up with him. "Five dollars, I fucked you for five dollars."

"Yeah, you'd suck as a hooker."

"You lied to me."

"Shit baby, I was just sitting there when you started taking your
clothes off. What the hell was I supposed to do?" Samson grinned, sat in
his car and started the engine.

"I said come back here, asshole."

"Huh?"

"Come back here. Same time tomorrow. Frank will be at the tavern."

"I'll be here. Hey, you did all that for five bucks, what'll ten get
me?"

"Anything you want," said Heather meaning every word of it.

The End


Author’s Note: It’s nice to get back to basics once in awhile, so I knocked this story out pretty quickly. I made the female a little different from the norm. Heather’s a trashy redneck who dresses slutty, but has little experience. Most of my women have hot bodies, but don’t much care for showing them off.

All others and I think especially IR authors get a lot of hate mail. Once such reader of this story insulted me for calling African Americans, black animals. This shows you how stupid some people can be. A character in the story said that, not me. I suppose Thomas Harris must be a serial killing cannibal since he created Hannibal Lector. If there’s any commentary in this story it’s against the media.