9.55 Best Laid Plans (Storywriter123)

This story was an original idea that I was approached with, I loved the premise. I fashioned it into a sequel of sorts to Hammered on Vacation, probably my second favorite of all Strombringer’s E&I works. I have to thank reader Nick, who came to me with the story and was so helpful with ideas for the main character “Nick” and his wife “Andrea”. I really enjoyed the experience of building the story with his feedback. Thanks as always to Stormbringer who allows me to write in this universe that I have admired and read for 20 years. I hope you like it!

Best Laid Plans

By Storywriter123

October 1999

“Almost got it!”

Nick Hodges crowed in the hallway of his apartment building as he fought with the sticking door lock that had been a problem for over a year. He did the now familiar shake and push routine to jangle the lock free, grumbling as the key seemed to fight against him removing it from the lock.

“Hey babe!”

Nick’s cares lifted as he crossed the threshold into the small apartment he shared with his wife Andrea.

“Hey, I got pizza.” Nick’s usually well kept black hair had mussed as he balanced the pizza and an armful of short rectangular boxes.

"Don't call that pizza babe,” Nick smiled at his Italian wife’s food snobbery, he couldn’t deny that the pizza in Omaha didn’t hold a candle to the authentic pies they had when the couple visited Andrea’s parents on the Amalfi Coast.

“Whatcha got there?” 

Nick sighed as he rounded the corner to the living room which was separated by a short wall from the kitchen area. The small studio apartment had been a dream to the young couple when they were first married three years ago but now seemed cramped, almost claustrophobic at times.

Nick smiled as his wife bounded from the couch, his smile lazed as her braless breasts, a sturdy F Cup, he remembered from the lingerie he had bought her as a gift last year, swayed side to side in one of Nick’s favorite Nebraska Cornhusker t-shirts as she embraced him.

They kissed softly. Nick enjoyed that he had to crane his head down a tad to meet his short wife’s pouty lips. His free hand snaked her body, rubbing the side of one of her full breasts, running down her impossibly thin waist, before settling on her juicy left ass cheek, poking out like a shelf in her tight workout shorts.

“So, what’s in the boxes?”

Nick’s breath caught in his throat as his wife’s espresso-brown eyes quested for an answer. Beneath his arms were two rectangular boxes, one thin and snow white the other around 12 inches long and black as night.

“God she’s hot,” the almost six foot tall husband thought as he admired his wife’s captivating Italian allure, her olive-toned skinned glowed, her high cheek bones and sharp hooked nose were framed by a cascade of glossy, raven-black hair falling around her delicate jawline.

“Ummm, well, the new prototypes are in and Tytus wants me to study them.”

Andrea made a faux wretching face at the discovery of the contents of the boxes and the invoking of the name of Nick’s new Sales Supervisor, a man he despised, but only behind closed doors to his trusting wife.

Nick was in sales for a small, family-owned, plastics company in Omaha called Abernathy Polymers. His job was boring, Nick wasted his days selling plastic knick-knacks to toy companies in the region. 

That is, until a few months ago. 

Nick’s eyes sank as he remembered Wilber Abernathy, the company’s elder patriarch, assembling the sales team and explaining that the company would be headed in a new direction. A company called King Plastics had offered a lucrative deal to the floundering factory. Nick’s eyes had never been so wide when Old Man Abernathy, as he often called him, placed the row of life-like dildos on the conference room table.

Andrea circled their small mahogany coffee table, her lesson plans were stacked in an orderly fashion. ABC’s, dinosaurs, and small numbers dotted the pages of Andrea’s worksheets for the preschool students she taught each day.  

“Well, can I see them?” The thick Italian beauty nibbled at a thin black pen beneath her rose-petal curved lips.

“Babe, no. It’s gross”

Nick had removed his work clothes, he could easily toss them at the hamper by their bathroom from the living room as he plopped down on the couch next to his curvy wife.

“The Old Man is convinced that these will save the company,” he croaked.

“Well we know you can do that, you're almost the top salesman at the company my love,” Andrea was chewing on the pen as she eyed her husband’s thin but fit physique. He liked to go to the gym to blow off steam, she smiled at the familiar boxers adorned with his beloved Cornhusker’s bright red N on his crotch area. 

“You don’t understand babe, these aren’t kids toys.”

She refocused her brown eyes on her husband, he was kicking at the floor like one of her preschoolers when they got caught misbehaving.

“Anyways,” he choked. “Tytus says I've got potential.”

Andrea rolled her eyes. 

She could hear the slight venom in her husband’s voice. Tytus Monroe had arrived in Omaha, like a bull in a china shop about a month ago. Abernathy had explained that King Plastics insisted that one of their own lead the transition to the new product.

It was a point of continual frustration for Nick, he had been loyal to the company, working there for a decade, and in one fell swoop, Tytus had come in and taken the lead sales role Nick was expecting to go to him.

It didn’t help that Nick was almost 33 years old and Tytus’s senior by 8 years and now he was answering to the young black man.  Nick droned on and on about Tytus’s abrasive leadership style, how he demeaned the all white staff, particularly Nick. The black sales lead always talked about, “how they do it in New York.” He had apparently done quite well for himself selling the tawdry sex toys on the East Coast.

She had never met the man but her husband’s accounts had built up a seething anger in the bold Italian woman whenever his name was mentioned in their household.

Andrea shook her glossy black locks from her face, “show me,” she said with a voice of concern and leadership. 

Nick sighed, “Fine, close your eyes.”

The beautiful Italian woman smiled and complied, listening as Nick fought with the packaging.

She involuntarily snorted as she peeled open her thick eyelashed eyes.

Before her on the table, standing atop her lesson plans were two realistic looking dildos. Well, one was.

“It’s called The Little Mikey,” Nick opined, drawing his wife’s attention.

To her left was a thin, peach colored, realistic faux penis. It looked like a hot dog and moved with a slight wiggle from the force from the ceiling fan above the quaint living room.

“It’s kinda cute,” she chuckled, trying to bring some levity to the situation. It was true that the five inch sex toy did resemble her husband’s penis, down to the grape sized faux balls perched unassumingly upon her worksheets. The fascinated wife didn’t mention that it actually looked a tad bigger than Nick’s penis, a smile curled on her lips as she noticed her husband’s penis straining erect against his Nebraska-red tightie whities.

“And that one,” Nick kind of spat his question, lightening up a bit at the hilarity of it all. 

“I mean this one’s a joke right?”

“This one’s The King Cock,” Nick said with a laugh, almost condescendingly. The foot long, milk chocolate brown dildo stood proudly on the table, dwarfing The Little Mikey. The menacing looking thing looked to be as wide as Andrea’s forearm.

Without thinking, she ran her hand along the textured shaft of the dark dildo, feeling the ridges of the life-like protruding veins that ran along the vulgar faux-cock.

“Don’t touch it babe!”

“I know it’s just so…weird looking,” she quested for the right word as she breathed deeply.

Nick’s eyes studied her, he gulped as her wedding ring glinted in from the moonlight shining through the small window into their small apartment.

“Jesus, it’s heavy.”

Nick’s eyes scrunched, he didn’t like the way Andrea was studying the foot long hunk of fake flesh.

“It’s disgusting,” Nick said, almost quizzically. 

“Of course, yeah, totally gross,” Andrea broke her gaze from the life-like monster penis, giving the two baseball-sized fake balls lounging on their coffee table a playful slap.

“So, you see my problem. How the heck am I supposed to sell some gag cock?” Nick was pacing the small living room, seeking solace from his wife.

“It says here it’s a life-like mold? That can’t be true. Right?”

Nick turned to find his wife studying the obsidian box. “Babe!”

“Sorry. I don’t know. I guess if Tytus thinks you can do it you have to see it through right?”

Nick sat beside his buxom wife, staring at the two sex toys. “You’re right. I just never thought I would be a dildo salesman?”

The couple laughed, times were tight, but they always lightened these moods. The loving couple always met their challenges together.

“Oh get this,” Nick hefted one of his wife’s massive tits as he spoke, his subconscious directing his hands to possess his sexy wife.

“What’s up,” Andrea had started to put the sex toys out of her mind as she leaned back into her lesson plans.

“Tytus told me to ask you which one you prefer,” Nick’s sheepish tone indicated his discomfort, but he spoke like he needed to get the information out as fast as possible. 

Andrea’s long black hair fell behind her cute ears as she laughed, “Seriously?”

“Just say.”

“No babe, that's beyond inappropriate.”

“Please babe,” he begged in a voice rivaling one of her preschoolers.

She grinned, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of it all, a “hmmm,” escaping her smiling mouth. She looked to the table, then to Nick, then back to the table. She chuckled inwardly as she toyed with her loving husband’s obvious nervousness.

 “The Little Mikey of course!”

Nick sighed with satisfaction.

“Can you imagine something like this going up there?”

Nick shook his head in the negative, “no, and I sure don’t want to,” he thought to himself.

After a quiet few minutes, Nick began rubbing Andrea’s toned, olive thighs.

“Soooo,” he cooed unsexily. “These bad boys giving you any ideas?”

Nick and Andrea were out of their clothes in a flash. She smiled at his body. Nick worked out a good bit, keeping himself fit. He wasn’t a body builder, but his lithe frame turned her on. And she licked her lips as his rock hard pink penis pointed at her.

Nick ran his hands through Andrea’s long black hair, kissing her body. He spent considerable time tonguing her silver dollar sized nipples, smiling as goosebumps formed around his sucking lips.

They fell back on the bed and Nick positioned himself between her legs, shimming up to her so his grape sized cock head rested at her wet entrance.

“Oh no big boy, you’ve got to wrap the little soldier up.”

Before Nick could protest Andrea had tossed a condom at him.

“Babe, isn’t this a little overkill, you’re on the pill for god's sake.”

“We can’t be too careful, now hurry up, I need you inside me.”

The familiar lovers moaned as Nick entered his curvaceous wife. He wasn't a particularly skilled lover, he hated the feel of the condom, but he had grown used to it over the years. 

The couple’s tongues danced with one another as Nick humped away at his wife, changing his paces constantly. The dark haired husband watched her fleshy udders bounce and dance erratically as he poked away at her. She moaned with pleasure as he brought his wet mouth to her sensitive nipples. As their love making session approached five minutes their eyes met, focused on one another, their bodies melding. 

Nick smiled as he caught a glimpse of the fiery Italian coming out, Andrea grabbed his sides, subtly controlling his wild thrusts to get him to a pace of her liking, he bucked her considerable hips as she humped back, eliciting a wet noise from their crotches. 

Andrea’s beautiful mouth was agape, pleased with her husband’s stamina tonight, as she felt a warmness building in her loins, “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop” she begged in a whisper. Her wanton look changed to one of concern as Nick bit his bottom lip, his small hand grasping her meaty right breast hard, as his body convulsed. “Fuck,” she grumbled as she felt his body stiffen like he was being transformed into a mannequin.

“Cumming,” he grunted in a gurgled tone. 

After they cleaned themselves the couple held hands, staring at their opaque popcorn ceiling.

“So, let’s say I crush this whole dildo thing,” Nick said with a quiet questioning tone.

Andrea sighed, she knew what was coming next.

“I’ll push for a promotion. I bet Tytus will move on after he gets whatever bonus The Old Man promised him for leading us.”

Andrea held her breath.

“Can we talk about a baby again?”

The raven haired bombshell’s smile curled to one side as she hid her emotions. 

She knew that Nick wanted nothing more than to fill her belly with a baby. In this current season of her life she was overwhelmed with rambunctious kids everyday. Chasing around 4 year olds was a birth control more effective than any pill on the market.

But Nick wanted this so bad. His current plan had a lot of “what if’s”, “maybe’s”, and of course his patented “almosts.” Maybe it was time she thought, and besides, he did just say “talk about it.”

She kissed her loving husband, holding the sides of his head, “yes babe, we can talk about it.”

Nick smiled as his thick wife shifted away, inviting him to spoon her. He laid his hand around one of her huge tits, pressing his soft penis against the space between Andrea’s fleshy ass cheeks.

He whispered with a yawn, “Tytus hates it here anyways. I’m sure he’ll be gone soon.”

***********

“I fucking Love Omaha!”

Nick heard his black boss’s booming voice and glanced up from his computer. He blanched at the black man’s confident strut, the ebony brute had his arm around one of the female employees, they walked in together, Nick surmised she must have slept with the arrogant black man. The long time employee was always early, rising with his wife who kept early mornings during the school year. He prided himself on being the first employee through the door each day. He noticed that Tytus strolled into the office when he pleased.

“Nick, my office, now.”

Nick’s shoulders fell as Tytus’s wide muscular frame breezed past his doorway followed by the female sales leads. The dutiful employee rose, walking the short distance to the corner office he had dreamed about for almost a decade. 

Shortly after the company patriarch had announced the new deal, the old sales manager had left in a strange hurry. Nick had expected that he would be tapped to lead the new sales direction. He waited and waited and then, Tytus showed up.  The Old Man had given the catbird office to Tytus the first day he arrived. Nick was quietly perturbed that his potential promotion to the position was never even brought up.

“You wanted to see me?” 

Tytus looked up, Nick’s foot took an involuntary step backward at the agitated look darting across the black man’s strong African features. He had one of the young female sales agents, a cute blonde named Trixie, across from his desk. They were laughing, holding hands, before Nick interrupted what seemed like a pleasant conversation.

“Coffee,” the ebony brute barked, flicking his hand dismissively at Nick.

It was like this pretty much everyday. He didn’t know what it was but something about Nick clearly annoyed Tytus. That was all Nick could come up with to explain the condescending way with which he treated his white subordinate.

“Got it,” Nick said as he stepped into the black man’s office, marveling at the beautiful view from the wide windows.

“Sir,” Tytus said, looking down at a desk full of reports.

“I’m sorry?”

“Got it, sir,” he corrected in a deep manly baritone voice.

“Yes. Sorry. Got it…sir.”

The hulking black man looked up. Nick waited quietly as he stared at the broad muscular chest of the ebony sales manager, his muscles looked to be fighting with the buttons of his expensive pressed dress shirt. 

“Better. Sit.”

Nick scurried to the vacant chair across from his unlikely boss.

“So, what did she say?” 

Nick felt his thigh shake as the powerfully built man’s dark brown eyes stared a hole into Nick’s, clearly waffling, demeanor.

“I’d, ummm, rather not say,” Nick was praying one of his co-workers would interrupt this line of questioning he had been dreading since last night.

“Listen up Nicky,” the well dressed behemoth said in a manly tone. Nick silently acknowledged that the black man was infantilizing him by calling him “Nicky”. The black man spoke to him like he was scolding a child.

“We’re in the dick selling business, and I ain't never met a bitch that doesn’t love a big one. Now, which one does your wife want inside her?”

Nick’s leg was literally quaking. Maybe it was anger or just wanting to stick it to his black boss, with purpose he blurted, “The Little Mikey. She wanted The Little Mikey.”

Quiet filled the expansive office. Nick’s confident smile faded at the boom of an onslaught of laughter.

“BULLSHIT!”

“I swear,” Nick called back. Excited that his boss was maybe calming and they could engage in a healthy debate.

Tytus smiled as he rubbed his massive dark hands together, looking at his expensive light fixtures, as if contemplating his next words. The ebony Adonis had admired the picture of Nick’s wife on his desk ever since the first day he arrived at Abernathy. He had made a killing selling sex toys in the New York Market. He had practically grown up in one of Solomon King’s Youth Rehab Centers, training in the art of persuasion, marketing and sales. 

The black giant stood an imposing 6 foot 5, towering over the rest of the staff. His broad shoulders and chiseled arms commanded attention. His chiseled jawline, high cheek bones, and intense dark eyes carried a mix of confidence and awareness. The black man styled his hair in a meticulous mohawk. Nick laughed uncomfortably the first time they met, when Tytus smiled, revealing a single gold tooth that might have been the style in New York but looked foreign and out of place in the midwestern town.

“I thought you said the bitch was cultured. Clearly she’s been sheltered her whole life.”

Nick looked at his boss confused. “Sir, you can’t talk about my…” Nick’s words were cut off as the black man changed the subject.

“No matter. Let's talk sales strategy. What’ve you got?”

Now was Nick’s time to shine. He knew the market, a leg up he had on Tytus from his years selling plastics in Omaha.

“I’m thinking we start with The Little Mikey. I’ll hit up all the small local drug stores. I’m thinking door to door, real old school selling.”

The black man’s silence spoke volumes. Nick gulped as Tytus stood. The white husband leaned back in his chair as he noticed an obscene bulge in his bosses perfectly tailored slacks.

“You’ve heard of the internet right,” Tytus spoke with a cutting condescension.

“Yes, sir.”

“And with that knowledge you think banging phones and knocking on doors is the right way to do this? And selling a small familiar product they probably already carry?”

Nick gurgled, “yes sir.”

“Well.” 

The black giant moved, a smooth proficiency accentuating his overly muscled frame, until he lorded over the smaller white man, Nick was eye level with the dark sales manager’s straining bulge. He was so close that Nick could make out the outline of his impossibly long cock running down his trousers, a good ten inches.

“I think you’re wrong.”

The words stung Nick like a hornet. He babbled about his experience and knowing the market, to a passerby it would look like Nick was talking to the black man’s rippled torso. He had to crane his neck to look his boss in the eyes.

“Fine Nick. Do it your way. I’ll give you a week.”

Nick sat quietly, his eyes darted around the room with nervousness, before settling back on Tytus’s stoic visage.

“You can go,” the black man said quietly with the familiar hint of disdain.

*******

The week didn’t start well. Nick hit up a few clients he sold toys to, smaller chain pharmacies. He sat in his car for almost an hour before his first try. “You can do this man,” he assured himself as he cradled the small white box. 

The no’s piled up, and worse, his clients looked at him with a strangeness that threw his normal confidence for a loop. One elderly shop owner was blunt, “Nick, I thought you were a straight arrow? You're selling this smut now?” Nick gulped as he corrected him, “well, they’re marital aids sir.” The conversation devolved from there.

He trudged, store after store, indignity flooding his mind. Midway through the week he almost flew home after he clocked out for the day.

The stressed salesman performed his nightly wrestling match with the rusted lock as he cradled his phone on his neck. His eyes flew open at the sight of his wife’s wide backside packed tightly in a deep blue, form fitting exercise outfit. Her huge ass wiggled invitingly in the air, he almost dropped the phone as she followed the instructions of the yoga teacher on their small tv screen. 

They acknowledged each other, Andrea smiling at him from between her legs as he indicated the importance of the phone call. 

Andrea’s smile turned to a frown as she spied another arm full of obsidian boxes under her husband's arm, promising the arrival of more of the vile sex toys into their quiet apartment.

“Yes sir, I got an almost today.”

“Yes sir, I'll follow up tomorrow.”

Andrea’s eyes perked up at his submissive tone.

“Yes sir, i’m thinking you’re right. No you are right. Yes sir, good night sir.”

Nick’s eyes looked down right sorrowful as he gave a half hearted smile to his busty wife.

“So it’s sir now?”

Andrea’s Italian accent always picked up when she was getting angry. 

“What can I say, he expects his subordinates to speak deferentially to him.” Nick was focused on diligently unboxing the monstrous sex toys on their small dining room table, speaking softly as he filled his wife in on his day.

“I’m trying babe. I’m doing this for us. Tytus says he’s going to straighten everything out for me tomorrow. He’s apparently announcing a big deal to The Old Man tomorrow.”

Andrea, rolled to her knees, looking up at her longtime love, her breasts heaving with exhaustion, as his stress permeated the still air in their love nest. She looked past him wondering how they got here. Ebony dildos now lined their circular dining room table, descending in size, four thick black tubes of faux flesh rose skyward ranging from 13 inches to 10 before a stark fall off to the out of place looking Little Mikey.

“It’s ok. I know you’re doing your best baby. Things will pick up.”

Nick smiled at her, she was home, solace and peace.

“I think I'm going to hit up the gym, I need to blow off some steam.”

Andrea looked at him seductively as she resumed her yoga poses, “why don’t you blow off with your beautiful wife?”

Nick loved when his black haired Italian goddess of a wife initiated. He admired her fire but loved when she willingly submitted to him.

They giggled with a familiarness, a steady sexual appreciation for one another from their years together, he admired her wobbly ass as she gyrated her hips to follow the yoga instructor’s commands. 

“How about we do a little downward dog when I get back?” Nick chuckled, wanting nothing more than to sink his 4.5 inch penis into his sexy wife, but his mind needed a clearing that only a strong pump at the gym could provide.

“You know I can’t finish that way baby.”

Nick gave a playful laugh at her unintentionally stinging comment. He peeled back her tight yoga pants, to her feigned displeasure,  revealing a small tattooed heart with the word “believe” inside it. A personalized message she designed herself when she turned 18 and went to the states for college. He shook his head, remembering his workout and softly slapped his wife’s lycra-clad bottom, reasserting his dominance, before he headed out. 

It was true, he preferred missionary where he had a straight shot at his wife’s sweet pussy. His small penis struggled when he tangled with her voluminous cheeks, he had to work hard to maneuver her posterior when she wanted it from behind. They both loved it, but he could never quite give her his whole dick from positions that involved her huge buttocks. 

**********

Andrea finished showering after her workout and pulled on one of Nick’s familiar Cornhusker shirts. She loved sleeping in his oversized clothes and he got a kick out of taking them off when they made love. 

The thick teacher zapped a quick meal in the couple’s microwave and lounged on the couch. She absentmindedly flicked through the channels with boredom before her eyes were drawn to the table.

The chorus of dildos sat quietly. Andrea stared, her eyes beading as she studied them from afar. The heavy chested beauty noticed the depth of her breath as a single dot of sweat beaded on her forehead.

Her curiosity got the better of her and she walked, almost drifted, the short distance to the familiar shiny brown table.

She walked around the table, her eyes deep in study as she observed the thick pieces of plastic. Her hands roamed the spongy heads of the fake penises, like a game of duck, duck, goose. She smiled as her finger landed on The Little Mikey.

She grasped the five inch dildo and pulled it from the table, like she was stealing a forbidden artifact, before bounding the six steps it took to reach the fluffy confines of her bed.

She looked at the peach colored penis, twirling it around in her dainty fingers. It truly did look a lot like Nick’s penis, thin in the stalk with an almost triangular head. Her husband’s winning smile crossed her mind and she paused with a sense of conflict. The Italian wife looked at the clock on the wall and reasoned that because her husband was going to be later than they had agreed it would be ok.

“Can’t hurt to try,” she reasoned quietly.

The busty beauty removed her clothes and ran the slender sex toy around her sensitive body. “Oh, Mr. Mikey,” she cooed seductively, laughing at the idea of another man experiencing her voluptuous body.

She held her breath as she pressed the quarter-sized head of the faux penis against her entrance. Nick’s glans was a little bigger, sometimes causing her a momentary pressing feeling, but it always subsided quickly.

“Ohhh my,” Andrea whispered in a hushed tone as she moved the thin dildo inside her. With her free hand she toyed with her breasts, kneading them as the five inch dildo quested inside her.

“So nice,” she cooed as she built up tempo with the sex toy, she writhed on the couple’s bed. Her hand rubbed her toned stomach as she felt the dildo reach Nick’s maximum length.

She smiled as she felt the extra half inch of The Little Mikey touch areas of her sex that had never been explored. Andrea zoned in on her pleasure, her eyes darting around the room as the familiar warmth of an orgasm washed over her torso. 

Her eyes fixed on the congregation of monster ebony dildos lining the kitchen table, they looked proud, ready, she wondered what something that size would feel like as she frigged herself quickly with the light sex toy.

“Fuccckkkk,” she moaned as she came, her hands running through her black hair, she bit her finger as her pussy clamped around The Little Mikey. She caught her breath as she came down from her orgasmic high, she studied the peach dildo that glistened with her juices in the dark bedroom.

She strode naked across the cheap shag carpet, her impossible curves swaying as she worked out a slight cramp in her knee, and placed The Little Mikey amongst his bigger plastic brethren. 

“Good work tonight little buddy,” she said with a smile. Andrea looked at Nick’s shirt crumpled on the floor and decided to sleep naked, exhausted from the torrid affair with the small sex toy.

*******

Nick quietly swiped his card, letting himself into the small gym Old Man Abernathy had installed at the behest of his employees. The equipment strewn about the gym was aged but effective and the dutiful salesman had no qualms about the price.

He was working up a sweat in the empty gym, watching his movements in the room's mirror as he stretched his arms with the 25 pound free weights. He loved the freedom of the gym and that it was usually empty around this time of night.

Nick was hurrying through his sets, smiling at his half hard penis, clearly aroused at the thought of his voluptuous wife waiting for him back at the apartment.

He racked the weights and was moving to the bench when he heard a faint noise coming from the shared restroom at the back of the small weight room. 

Nick stepped faintly across the padded floor of the gym, his ears picking up the distinct sound of slapping flesh. He peered one eye around the corner and almost fainted at the sight before him.

“Fuck me with your big black cock!”

Nick recognized Trixie’s voice as he observed her prone frame, she was positioned a lot like his wife’s pose from earlier, her face was plastered to the black and white tiled floor, her long blonde hair was wetted and plastered to the ground. Her small naked ass was thrust in the air and she was screaming in pleasure.

Above the submissively posed woman was Tytus, his muscular body glistened. The black man had impossibly huge muscles Nick could only dream of. His huge, long arms were grasping Trixie by her haunches as he worked.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbled to himself as he watched the machinations of a beer-can thick, onyx black cock exploring the depths of Trixie’s vagina. He watched with rapt attention as the menacing thing barged into the smaller white woman.

Nick’s mind flashed to the ebony dildo’s on his dining room table as he stared at the animalistic sex happening before his eyes.

“Shit’s tight baby,” Tytus huffed as he pounded Trixi into the ground. His powerful thrusts were bringing both of their bodies to puddle on the wet floor of the shower room. The interracial couple laid, connected as Tytus maneuvered his monster weapon in and out of the helpless sales girl.

Nick could feel his penis tenting in his red gym shorts. He couldn’t look away from the sights and sounds of the powerful black man dominating the thin white woman. Trixie was flailing around to no avail as Tytus let out a manly grunt.

“Ohhh shittt,” the brutish black man howled as he came in Trixie’s battered pussy.

Nick looked towards the floor, but his eyes betrayed him, focusing on the huge man’s muscled ass flexing as he came inside Trixie. Nick recoiled in horror as the black bull snaked his rampant bulbous beast from Trixie’s opening. His face scrunched in disgust as he got an unobstructed view of the 13 inch ebony weapon. The thing hung proudly in the air, its considerable mass defying gravity before it burped a flow of thick white goo that landed with a wet splash on Trixie’s exhausted body.

“Fuck.”

Nick looked at his watch as he breathed quietly against the wall away from the naked couple, their happy voices echoing from the steamy bathing area. He had been watching the lurid scene for close to thirty minutes. He needed to hurry if he was going to have his sexy wife take care of the raging hard on straining painfully against his loose fitting shorts.

*********

“Why didn’t you wake me up last night?”

Andrea was soaping her husband’s penis as the couple shared an intimate moment together in their cramped shower. Nick loved this fleeting 20 minutes each morning when they could roam each other's body and prepare for their days.

“You were snoring my dear.”

Nick had returned that night, almost in daze. He had finally gotten the sight of his boss fucking the ever living hell out of his co-worker with his giant black cock out of his mind, but when he entered his home, the line of prodigious dildos welcomed him abruptly.

“What did you get into last night?”

Andrea’s eyes shot open, thinking about her intimate evening with The Little Mikey. “Ummm, just some tv, sorry I tried to wait up.” The redness in the sexy wife’s cheeks was rising so she tried to change the subject.

“You ready for today?”

Nick huffed as he dressed. He was dreading seeing his black boss, the white husband didn’t know if he could ever look at him the same after the events of last night. He hurried to the door before Andrea’s voice stopped him.

“Don’t forget your friends!”

Now it was Nick’s turn to blush as he collected the disgusting sex toys in a discreet bag.

“Kiss your wife,” Andrea’s voice a chuckle, as her dutiful husband pecked her on the cheek.

********

Nick spent the early morning pouring over new potential clients, he was so engrossed in his research he didn’t notice as the whole team filed into the bullpen area of the office.

“Nick, get out here,” the familiar voice of Old Man Abernathy called. Nick jumped to look at the center of the circle.

“We’ll folks, I've got great news. Tytus, would you tell the team?”

Nick craned his head up as Tytus stood, his 6 foot 5 height towering over the all white staff.

“We did it y’all,” the black man’s baritone voice crowed in the confined office.

“You did it,” The Old Man corrected.

Tytus nodded with a smile. “I closed a deal with a company called E&I Enterprises, an old client in New York. They’ve agreed to sell our marital aids online. It’s a continuous contract and we’ll get 60% of every unit sold!”

The office roared with delight. Nick glanced around and saw the female staff members practically fawning over Tytus as he detailed the deal that would save Abernathy Polymers. He had a moment of regret, dreaming of himself in Tytus’s spot.

The crowd milled around, congratulating Tytus, the black man had arrived and potentially saved everyone’s jobs. Nick approached his boss and extended his hand.

The black giant looked at him up and down with a strong derision, “my office,” he said commandingly.

Tytus closed the door of the office, activity was booming outside with the news of the deal.

“So,” the ebony brute said with calmness. Nick gulped, Tytus had a way of throwing him off his game, he didn’t know if he was to speak or listen. His eyes followed the black man as he sat behind his large desk.

“If you’re gonna continue here…”

Nick’s face dropped at the words, his brain firing on the meaning of each bass heavy syllable.

“You’re gonna do things my way.”

The white salesman’s head nodded in the affirmative as his mind fought.

“Good,” Tytus spoke as he shifted towards Nick in his expensive leather chair. 

“Pick up the phone.”

Nick’s hand shot across Tytus’s desk and grabbed his landline, his eyes still on his boss's unchanged demeanor. He watched as the black man’s tree trunk arm pushed a list with highlighted names in front of him.

“Dial. Sell.”

Nick was confused, off kilter. He looked at the list and dialed the first number, his fingers shaking.

“Hi ma’am, this is Nick from,” he stared at the phone as Tytus’s huge black finger pressed the button disconnecting the call.

“No,” Tytus said bluntly as he rubbed his temples in frustration.

“Look, no one's gonna buy a big black dick from a squeaky voiced whiteboy,” Tytus pointed his massive thick pointer finger at his subordinate, causing Nick to slink down in his chair.

“Be confident, act like you're a big man,” Nick’s face twisted at the not so subtle dig. “I’m serious man, call yourself Jerome, deepen your voice. You’ll be slangin’ these BBCs in no time. Trust me.”

Nick nodded at his supervisor's advice. “I mean, he is the expert,” Nick thought to himself, praying this embarrassing meeting would end.

“That list is gold, it’s all women owned businesses that fit the bill. It’s yours.”

Nick reacted like a happy puppy as he rose from the chair, his feet stood resolute, waiting for Tytus’s approval for him to depart.

“Thank you sir,” Nick said with a cough, bringing his presence back to his black boss's attention.

“Don’t fuck this up,” was all the eager white salesman got from his boss who was focused on his computer screen.

Jerome closed 4 new orders that day. 

Nick fired away at the phone like a madman. He was counting the bonuses in his head as he closed each sale. He was chomping at the bit at the end of the day to get back and tell Andrea the good news. If his math was right he had made the couple close to $1,000 that day alone.

He beamed as the billing department moved Nick’s name up to right under Tytus’s on the giant sales calendar they kept in the cubicle area. He was still a ways away from catching the black sales lead, but he was on the board!

He let out a garbled cringe as each closed deal was denoted by a small black penis shaped sticker next to the salesman’s name. But nothing was going to bring him down from his banner day.

“See you at the BBQ Friday,” Nick wheeled around to find Old Man Abernathy smiling at him. 

“Heck yes sir, wouldn’t miss it,” the newly confident salesman crowed as he grabbed his jacket from the hook by the door of the small office.

***********

Nick was in heaven, his hands were gripping his wife’s soft haunches as she rode his condom clad erection in their marital bed.

“That diamond necklace we looked at last year?”

Nick nodded as he watched Andrea’s enormous, tanned udders flailing around as she bounced on his crotch, he grasped her tightly to keep his short penis sheathed inside her. She responded by grinding her pussy on his turgid penis.

“A vacation in the islands?”

The dark haired husband’s tongue was wagging out as he felt the power of his wife's ample ass weighing on his rigid boner.

“And,” Nick cut in, holding his wife up as he stabbed at her wet pussy from the soft mattress below.

Andrea looked down, her eyes meeting her humping husband, they glowed together as he spoke the words, “a baby.” 

The olive skinned beauty collapsed on her husband, feeling his grasp tighten around her back as he unceremoniously filled the condom, his body shaking from his excited orgasm.

“Did you,” he said as his face glazed over with post orgasmic bliss.

“Yes baby,” she lied. 

Andrea was pleased with her husband’s effort, the clock on the wall indicating they had been rutting on one another for almost fifteen minutes. But it gnawed at her that Nick’s penis couldn’t quite reach the depths of The Little Mikey. 

She knew this wasn't the time to discuss her sexual needs, their love-making had been a culmination of a night of celebration and happiness. Nick was so happy when he came home and shared with her about his new found success at work. They had talked late into the night about their plans for the future, now within their grasp, Nick’s hard work finally paying off.

“Don’t forget, we’ve got the BBQ this weekend babe,” Nick reminded his buxom wife as he spooned her curvy naked body beneath their Cornhusker red sheets.

“Can’t wait, my love.” 

Andrea dreamed that night, in it, she walked out of a giant house, she remembered it was the one they drove past some days, in a gated community near their apartment. She was wearing a flowing white dress, her belly huge. Nick pulled up in their long driveway in an expensive sports car. They embraced on the front steps, her husband’s hand resting lovingly on her swollen belly.

The next morning, as Nick prepared breakfast, Andrea stared in the mirror. She breathed deeply, taking her birth control pills in her hand, and with a confident smile, flushed them down the swirling waters of the toilet.

********

“Aight baby, imma put you through to billing,” Nick pumped his fists with excitement as he hung the phone up, having closed another deal with a woman owned sex shop to carry the full line of monster black dildos. He nervously spied his door, a strange paranoia filled his mind after every call, making sure it was closed so none of his co-workers would hear him impersonating a black man on his sales calls.

“Nicky, Mr. Monroe wants to see you in the conference room.”

Nick frowned as he realized his black boss's nickname for him was catching on around the office. He walked down the hall to the conference room positioned next to Tytus’s corner office, a confused look bathing over his face.

He stood in the doorway, his feet unsure of entering. Tytus was joined by Mr. Abernathy and another black man, tall and grotesquely muscled like his black supervisor and a beautiful brunette with  a dark tan, rivaling Andrea’s.

“Nicky, come in, come in,” the longtime employee’s eye lightened up at Mr. Abernathy’s excited tone. “I’ve got some folks that want to meet you.”

“John J Hammer,” the flat topped ebony giant introduced himself, extending his giant paw, his voice deep with a smooth timber similar to Tytus’s. Nick felt the bones in his hand squeezed together from the well dressed black man’s powerful grip. “Nick, uhh, Nick Hodges,” he stammered unsurely.

“This is Ali,” the black man said. Nick watched as the gorgeous woman, enthralled in conversation with Tytus, extended her hand behind her, acknowledging Nick, but keeping her focus on his black boss’s words.

“Great, well, I'll leave you all to it,” The Old Man hurriedly made his exit, glancing at Nick as he slipped out of the glass door leading to the bullpen area.

The conference room’s air was thick, musky, the smell making Nick’s nose twitch. He became aware that the three sets of eyes were staring at him, almost studying him. He felt like a mouse, trying to find his way in a cage full of snakes.

“So, Tytus tells me you're quite the salesman,” John said as he sat at the head of the long mahogany table, inviting Nick to sit with a wave of his muscular arm.

“Yes, yes sir,” Nick mumbled as he fidgeted  in his chair, “is it hot in here?”

The trio laughed, knowingly, Tytus and Ali flanking Nick as John continued.

“You’ve shown promise, Nicky was it?”

Nick’s mind was buzzing like he was in danger, a subtle alarm ringing in his mind as he tried to focus on the powerfully built black man’s words.

“Yes sir, that’s fine sir,” he said with a shallow breath.

“Well, Nicky, Tytus here is weighing an opportunity in a larger market. He’s suggested you could lead our efforts in his stead ”

Nick’s eyes brightened, he fought a smile as John Hammer studied his reaction. Dollar signs flashed in his head, followed by an image of Andrea, her belly swollen with his unborn child.

“But I'm skeptical.”

The happiness vanished at John’s solemn tone. The pleasing images vanished. He felt Tytus’s powerful hand rest on his shoulder, quickly joined by Ali’s soft hand on the other. A strong squeeze from Tytus urged Nick to speak.

“Well, uhh, sir, I've really taken to these products. Tytus says I'm a natural.”

John’s eyes squinted as he leaned forward, “and yet, your wife doesn’t even use the product.”

“Yet.” Nick’s gaze broke from John’s dark eyes at Tytus's brazen proclamation from above.

“That true?”

“Yes sir, yet,” Nick almost choked as the words left his lips. His mind felt muddied, like he couldn’t think straight. He wanted to please these men, he would do anything to secure his promotion and his family's future.

“Maybe you can report back to us with your progress on this Nicky,” Ali’s fingers danced along the salesman’s slumped shoulders.

“Uh sure…I can try,” Nick prayed that he would spontaneously combust as his confidence withered beneath the glares of the powerful black men and the confident woman.

“Great,” John said with a purpose to the group. “Nick’s wife will try a big black cock and we will put this whole Little Mikey nonsense behind us,” John’s powerful voice had a flavor of finality. Nick sat, the silence hanging in the room for an uncomfortable few seconds.

“Run along now Nicky, the adults need to talk business.” 

Tytus and Ali took their seats, they all looked at Nick, their eyes indicating his need for an expedient departure.

“One more thing.”

The frazzled salesman stopped at the door, his eyes pleadingly looking at his open office door and the solace he might find there. He dutifully turned to meet John’s baritone command.

“A man shouldn’t deny his wife pleasure,” John pointed at the row of huge faux black cocks lining the long windowsill of the conference room. “Keep that in mind boy.”

“Yes sir, of course sir,” Nick said through reddened cheeks, he exited the room unceremoniously to a chorus of laughter from the group.

He sulked back to his office, stealing glances at the conference room, Tytus was apparently making a case for something as he moved around the spacious meeting area. Nick put it out of his head, daydreaming about what a promotion would mean for him and Andrea.

**********

“Please. Just once!”

Nick felt ridiculous standing in front of his naked wife. He was wielding one of the heavy black dildos almost three times the size of his swollen condom-encased penis, like a policeman’s baton.

“Absolutely not,” she said with honest gusto.

Nick had ruined the moment with his tawdry move. He didn’t want to do it, but he knew it would come up, and he didn’t want to displease his boss.

He thanked his lucky stars that his wife didn’t push the issue and he placed the sleek, intimidating sex weapon on their night stand as he tried to restart Andrea’s engines.

Nick apologized as he kissed her sensitive collar bone area. She relented, knowing how hard he was working, her pussy was a reward for him, and she wouldn’t deny him.

She sighed as he drove his penis inside her as far as he could, she stifled a yawn, all the while her head was cocked to the side, examining the giant hunk of ebony fake cock looking almost judgemental at her husband’s flailing effort, on her beside table.

“I mean, what could it hurt,” she reasoned in her mind. Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft grunt from her sweaty husband as he came unceremoniously.

*********

“I can’t believe you made me wear this,” Andrea was looking down at the cavernous cleavage rising from the low cut, Cornhusker themed, shirt. Nick had bought it for her when they attended a game last year, he loved showing her off and the company BBQ was a perfect setting. He patted her denim clad thighs as he pulled their small, Nick called it, “economical” car into the office parking lot.

The couple bid hello to Nick’s fellow employees, each taking a plate full of food. Nick chivalrously grabbed a beer for his beautiful wife as they waded towards the stage area where a band was playing rock and roll.

“Is that Tytus? Holy shit, he’s huge!” Nick grimaced at the sight of his boss, towering over the throng of Abernathy employees. “Yep, that's him.” Andrea’s eyes were looking at the attractive muscular black man as he waded towards the stage. Old Man Abernathy, was helped onto the stage by his beautiful young daughter, Wilma. Nick had met her a few times over the years, she must have been back for winter break. Nick remembered how proud Mr. Abernathy was announcing she would attend LIU, a prestigious university on the east coast. He couldn’t be sure, but her heavy jacket looked to be hiding a prodigious belly, one she didn;t have when she left for school.

Nick put it out of his mind, smiling as Andrea hooked his arm as Mr. Abernathy took the microphone from the band’s lead singer.

“Well,” the white haired patriarch said with a smile, “what a difference a few months make huh?” The crowd shared a laugh, the turn of events and the sudden success of the company not lost on the many employees whose jobs had been saved over the past month.

“I have to acknowledge someone, someone dear to me. He’s made quite an impact, really stepped up for me, for all of us.”

Nick’s face beamed with pride, Andrea looked at him and smiled. “After all these years,” Nick thought as a smile crept across his face, he took a step towards the podium.

“Tytus, get up here you big galoot!”

Nick’s chest fell as he watched the ebony giant climb on the stage, to happy cries from the assembled team. 

“Thank you, thank each of you. You’ve all been so…welcoming,” the black man’s mohawked head tilted towards a small gathering of fawning women, almost clawing at the stage as he continued. 

“I know I've put a lot on all of you, but I feel like filling each of you with my…knowledge makes you better.” Nick’s eyebrows raised at the strange comment. He tried to get Andrea’s attention but she was staring intently at the black man as he opined.

“Thank you all,” Tytus playfully nudged the elderly company owner with his sharp elbow, “You’re up Old Man!”

Old Man Abernathy beamed with pride at the ebony giant that had saved his company. “Thank you Tytus, truly thank you.” The black man stayed by the company patriarch’s side as he spoke excitedly into the microphone. “With success comes growth,” Nick’s ears perked up, focusing on his elder boss, “And boy are we growing! I’m pleased to announce we will be expanding our operations!”

The excited crowd clapped at the happy news. Nick’s mind was running a mile a minute.

“And with that, we will be hiring a new Regional Director to oversee the expansion.”

The speeches finished and the raucous crowd continued the celebration.

Andrea felt the pull on her arm as Nick pulled her in close, the cold air visible between them. 

“Babe, it's happening!”

The Italian house wife explored her husband’s demeanor, confused.

“Don’t you see? The new project, the big job. Tytus is going to get it!”

Andre again looked at him confused, why was anything good happening to his asshole boss good for her husband?

“I mean, I can’t be sure, but those big wigs from King Plastics were just here. They pulled Tytus into that meeting!”

Nick smiled at his still confused wife, “Babe, if Tytus gets promoted, his job is definitely mine!”

“Promotion,” she cooed, catching on.

“Promotion,” he returned with a beaming pride, lifting her ample body, with some effort, and twirling her around in the air.

“I gotta talk to him,” Nick mused, running his hand through his hair and checking his breath with his hand. Andrea smiled proudly and urged him on with a playful swipe of her arms, like she did when she encouraged one of her preschoolers to go make friends.

“Hi sir, do you have a few seconds,” Nick said, sidling up to his taller boss who was finishing refilling his beer.

“Nicky! How did Andrea like her first big black cock?”

Nick blanched mentally at the nickname and his boss's crassness, his face turning red. “I…uh…wasn’t able to get her to…” Nick’s words fumbled under his boss's expectant gaze. 

“Well at least you tried," the hulking brute's tone was strangely parental and filled with hope, his smile accepting of his subordinates failure. 

The two walked across the field, their co-workers milling around them enjoying the party as they found a pair of vacant chairs.

“So, what's up with the new project?”

Tytus grinned at his subordinate, his gaze rife with knowledge.

“Oh yeah. That. Big job, it's in LA. Huge salary. Why?”

Nick’s look begged him to continue but Tytus seemed content to let his words linger.

“Soooo, are you gonna take it?”

The black behemoth chuckled inwardly, deciding to toy with the white salesman. “You think I've got a shot?”

Nick sighed, knowing what his boss wanted. He begrudgingly choked out, “of course man, you’re the best salesman we’ve got. You’re definitely the best man for the job.”

Tytus leaned back in his chair, enjoying toying with Nick, “Oh thanks Nicky, that means a lot coming from someone as experienced as you,” his voice dripped condescension. “But, you know, I'm settling in here, we’re doing great, and I don’t really need it.”

Nick panicked, this was a done deal in his head, he grimaced at having to explain to his wife that this was just another “almost”.

Tytus, keenly in tune with the friction radiating from his white subordinate, twisted the knife. “Shame too, you’d have been a shoe-in for my job if I moved on to something better.”

Nick was barely listening to Tytus, staring past him, his eyes focused on the large window in the front corner of their office building. He had pined for that corner for years, it was so close, everything was so close.

“I wish there was something I could do to convince you,” the words fell from Nick’s mouth, almost by accident, his desperation laid bare before his black boss.

“Ya never know Nicky boy, you never know,” Tyus slapped Nick's leg painfully as they watched the crowd enjoying themselves.

Trixie came up to the two sitting men and Nick got the feeling his presence wasn’t needed anymore, he stood, offering an awkward goodbye that the couple ignored as they began chatting.

The drinks were flowing and Nick had helped himself to another beer. He, uncharacteristically, avoided Andrea, not wanting to share his latest indignation with his wife, while they were trying to enjoy themselves. 

He found solace in front of a big screen TV beneath one of the many tenting dotting the field by the office. The Cornhuskers were taking the field against the Wildcats. “Go Big Red,” one of his co-workers crowed, Nick returned the salute as they settled in to watch the game that would surely be a blow out for Nebraska. 

The co-workers high-fived as Nick’s beloved Cornhuskers took an early lead. “We’re fucking awesome this year,” Nick crowed. “I’d bet everything I have we win this one,” Nick chuckled to himself, his co-worker had gone to refill his beer and Nick was left alone with the game.

“The better the gambler, the worse the man. Or so they say.”

Nick’s smile retreated at the booming voice of his black boss, who landed next to Nick with a heavy thud in the soft back chair that strained under the black man’s considerable mass.

“Yeah, we're undefeated and we haven’t lost to these guys in years,” Nick said knowingly. He loved the team, he wished he could attend more games but the tickets were getting expensive so he usually watched at home or at a bar with friends.

“I’ve been thinking Nicky, how’d you like to make this interesting?”

Nick’s voice caught in his throat. He was just talking, but the thoughts of his future came flooding back. His eyes beaded at his hated boss. “What’d you have in mind?”

“How ‘bout, if the Cornballs lose, you’ve got to call me Master around the office?”

Nick laughed, “what an idiot,” he thought to himself, Big Red was already up 10-0 and the second quarter was starting.

“And if I win?”

Tytus smiled, “then I'll take the job and leave, you’ll never see me again.”

The white salesman didn’t hesitate, this was a no-brainer. 

“Deal.”

The two rivals watched the second quarter unfold. Nick laughed as Nebraska took a 17-0 lead, finally something was going his way. “I hear LA’s really nice,” he chuckled, building up the nerve to elbow his black boss's muscular abdomen. He refocused on the game as Tytus’s eyes indicated he had gone too far with his badgering.

As the second quarter drew to a close a small crowd of native Nebraskans had crowded around the huge screen to cheer their team on and, Nick thought to himself, him.

Nick was all smiles, high fiving his fellow Cornhuskers a Tytus sat stone faced. Big Red had just squeezed out a late field goal to take a commanding 20-0 lead.

“How’s it going babe?”

Both men turned and caught an eyeful of Andrea’s alluring cleavage in her low cut, red top.

Nick chivalrously stood and offered his chair to his busty wife, which she gladly accepted.

“Honey this is..”

“Tytus, Tytus Monroe,” the muscled black man said with a cool confidence, interrupting his subordinate. You must be Andrea. Your pictures don't do you justice.”

Now it was Andrea’s turn to lose herself as she stared at the black man, Nick never mentioned anything about Tytus’s appearance. He had muscles on muscles and gave off an air of power and confidence, he was out of place with the lily-white crowd, but it made him stand out.  

“Mr. Monroe,” she said, regaining her composure and remembering that this brute tormented her husband every day.

“Please, call me Tytus for now. Hey Nicky, my beers empty, can you fill me up? I’ll take care of your wife while you’re gone.”

Nick looked at the red solo cup raised skyward, the black man’s long arms had the cup level with Nick’s face. He glanced at Andrea, her eyes were daggers, begging him not to leave her alone with the black man.

“Be right back,” he said assuringly. He groaned to himself as he watched Tytus place his huge ebony paw on top of Andrea’s small hand.

“So, how’s a fox like you end up with a schlub like Nicky?” 

Andrea’s blood began to boil, she was speaking Italian curse words in her mind as the arrogant black man belittled her husband. She knew that the promotion meant everything to Nick so she decided to change the subject.

“So, you’re leaving? Sounds like The Old Man will hate to see you go.”

Tytus chuckled, “he’s not the only one.” The black man pointed at a group of three women standing off to the side of the tent, clearly eyeing Tytus.

“But yeah, I'm thinking about it. They got a big job in LA and they need a big man to get it done.”

Andrea’s eyes perked up, “LA huh, i’ve never been.”

Tytus looked deeply into her eyes, “maybe you can visit sometime?”

Andrea stared back at Tytus, her usual angry stares wilted Nick but Tytus just stared back, smiling as they fell silent.

The mismatched pair broke their impasse as Nick returned with Tytus’s beer.

“Honey, I need some air. You boys stay out of trouble.”

The two men watched as Andrea’s wide ass shook inside her skin tight denim jeans, her hips rocking from side to side as she retreated from the black brute.

“She’s fine man,” Tytus said between swigs of beer.

“Thanks sir,” Nick said as he tried to focus on the game.

“No need for all that here,” Tytus’s words caused Nick to relax in the soft backed chair.

“Ya know,” Tytus said as Nebraska’s marching band took the field during the halftime celebration, “maybe we can make this more interesting.”

“How about I throw in my bonus for the E&I deal?”

Nick’s mouth fell open, he had of course jealously run the math on Tytus’s windfall from the deal, it was easily $20,000.

“Against,” Nick said back with an air of apprehension.

“A night with your beautiful wife.”

Nick laughed, maybe it was the beer, it probably was. He looked back at his black boss, his eyes steeled with purpose.

Nick glanced at the screen, the score of the game consoling him, encouraging him. The corner office of Anbernathy Polymers sat in the distance, further goading the white salesman.

“And you promise you’ll leave,” Nick croaked distrustfully. Tytus’s keen senses could almost read Nick’s mind. The black salesman knew from the day he met Nick Hodges was weak, bendable, now he was going to see by how much. 

“Yes,” he growled, his stare icy.

Nick did a double take away from the black man, again eyeing the score. He felt his resolve bend.  He knew he had everything to lose, his mind flashed to the night in the gym and Tytus’s monster cock wrecking havoc on Trixie’s poor defenseless pussy. He couldn’t do that to his wife. But, if his beloved Cornhuskers won he would have his promotion, a bigger salary, a baby and the black asshole would be gone from his life forever. 

Tytus watched the whole thing, a sly smile plastered on his visage. He knew Nick couldn’t resist.

“Hurry up Nicky, halftime’s almost over. Deals off when the game starts back.”

Nick gave his hated rival a downright putrid look as he shot from his chair, running to find his wife.

********

Nick literally pulled his buxom wife from a pleasant conversation with Old Man Abernathy’s daughter, she smiled confused at his obvious excitement.

“Babe, babe listen,” he said, his head nodding involuntarily in the affirmative as he spoke quickly.

“What’s up,” she returned a look of confusion on her gorgeous tanned face.

“It’s happening babe. Finally. No more “maybes”. I made a bet with that big dumb oaf!”

“Okayyyy,” she cooed, her eyes begging to be further enlightened.

“Honey, if the Huskers win, he’ll take the LA job and leave me the manager’s job! And he even threw in his E&I commission! And we’re up three touchdowns at halftime!”

“Wow, babe! You did it! What did you bet?”

A few onlookers did double takes at the look Andrea gave her husband as he explained his side of the bet. Fire didn’t describe it, her eyes were molten lava.

She folded her arms across her massive breasts, a look of disgust pointed at her husband.

“Youre a pig. I would never,” Andrea was tapping her foot, after verbally putting it down, she was waiting for her husband to fold, like usual.

“Andrea, the diamond necklace? The vacation? Remember?”

The Italian beauty could only think of her contempt for her husband at that moment. “No. I want to go home.”

Nick looked up at her, a tear forming in his eye, “honey, the baby.”

The longtime couple breathed deeply. A slight plum of cold air dancing between them. 

“We literally can’t lose," he added with a croak as he shrunk beneath her almost painful glare.

Andrea remained quiet, thinking.

“Let me talk to the asshole,” she commanded, stomping past her husband, he scurried behind as she approached the tent.

Tytus smiled as he watched Andrea approaching with purpose, her frame was out of this world, even wrapped up in her jacket and tight jeans, he licked his lips as her breasts bounded before her as she came to stand before him.

“Games about to start,” the black man chided.

“Listen up, jerk. I want to hear it from your own mouth. When we win, you’re gone for good.”

Tytus nodded his mohawked head in affirmation.

“And I'm not spending the night with you, that’s not on the table.”

Tytus waved his massive hands in faux retreat, “Ok, ok. Wow, tough, I like ‘em tough. One hour. How’s that sound?”

Andrea crossed her arms angrily, “it sounds awful,” she said with a snort as she sat beside the hulking ebony brute, “but I'm going to enjoy spending your money.” The two stared at each other, Tytus laughed as Nick sat Indian style on the ground next to their chairs.

Andrea ignored them both as the teams took the field, she couldn’t believe her fidelity rested on the results of her husband’s beloved football team.

******

The trio watched the game on bated breath. Andrea kept stealing glances at Tytus’s muscular torso, strangely intrigued by his muscles and the air of confidence the black man exuded, so much different than the way her husband described his hated rival.

“Uh oh whiteboy,” Tytus laughed as the Wildcats brought the score to 7-21.

The third quarter ended and Nick was starting to feel confident, he chanced a dig at his boss as the Cornhuskers scored a quick touchdown, making the score 28-7 as the clock ticked away in the fourth quarter, “enjoy LA,” he growled. The black man retorted, “why don’t you rub your wife’s feet while you’re down there little buddy, you can do mine next!”

The white couple shot him angry glances.

Tytus craned his long arm around the white couple’s chair, arrogantly rubbing Andrea’s jacket clad back.

“Shit,” Nick yelped, the Wildcats had scored and the Cornhuskers fumbled the kickoff. In a flash the game was 21-28.

“Damn, whiteboy, I didn’t know they had brothas in Kansas, but apparently they all play on the football team!”

A small crowd had formed around the tv screen. The native sons and daughters of Nebraska were cheering on the team. Nick felt like they were subliminally pulling for him as well as the game grew tighter.

“They got this babe,” Nick said with a squeeze of his wife’s hand. 

Nick was concentrating on the game, unaware that Andrea was full on staring at the ebony behemoth, she had wriggled her back as he rubbed her at first, trying to get him to stop, but had decided to let it go as the game wore on.

“No, no, no!”

With zeroes on the clock the Wildcats completed a Hail Mary much to the crowd, and Nick's dismay. He sneered at Tytus’s wry grin. Nick and Andrea caught eyes, She was panicking, the stacked wife was already spending the money in her head. 

“It’s ok babe, we’ll get them in overtime…fuck…”

Nick’s face fell and his confidence faded as the Wildcats took the field to go for two. This was a lost season for KSU and they didn’t have anything to play for other than to stick it to their rivals.

“Big balls,” Tytus said through his wide grin, his gold tooth gleaming.

“The flats, cover the flats, dammit!”

The play moved in slow motion, Nick watched the screen, Tytus stood ducking his head beneath the small tent, Andrea squeezed her husband’s hand with all her might. The quarterback rolled out right, just as Nick predicted he pump faked and hit the running back, wide open on the right side of the field. The shocked husband stood from his chair, Nebraska’s star linebacker sprinted to catch the streaking running back, he laid out for a diving tackle and just missed a game saving tackle.

The party goers erupted with incredulity, cursing the screen, as purple jerseys flooded the field following the upset victory. A few employees patted Nick on the back, he seemed to be taking the loss harder than most.

“Babe, I…”

“Welp, time to get fucking,” the huge black man said under his breath to the white couple as he rose from the started chair.

As Nick turned he felt his wife’s hand slip from his own, her wedding ring pointing at him as she was pulled from the small tent. Tytus was pulling Andrea towards the office building, like a plundering viking. Nick fought through the downtrodden crowd, with a lot of effort he ran in front of the couple, stopping their advance.

“Tytus man, please. Please don’t.”

Nick looked to Andrea, her face was stone, he urged her to defend their honor.

“Nick, this is your fault. Now wait out here while I work this out.”

The wayward white salesman looked at Tytus, his eyes beading on that damn gold tooth. The black man had the nerve to slap Andrea’s huge ass, ushering her in the building. “Wait inside snowbunny, while I sort this out.” 

Nick’s heart sank as Andrea disappeared inside the familiar office. His leg started to shake as the massive black man grabbed him around his collar. “Listen up wimp, I’m gonna show your old lady a good time. I better not see you again ‘til were done. Got it?” 

Nick blubbered a weak defense before handing the ebony behemoth a condom he fished from his jacket pocket. “Will you at least wear this,” he gasped with a heartfelt plea. “We’ll see,” the black man returned as he pushed Nick to the ground. The white husband stared at the glass doors he had walked through for the last ten years locked behind the wide back of his black boss.

*********

“You’re not really going to make me go through with this are you?” Andrea was trying to act cool, feigning interest in the artwork adorning Tytus’s palatial office. She turned and gasped at the sight of the overly muscled brute disrobing in front of her.

Andrea couldn’t help admiring Tytus’s powerful looking body. His chest muscles bulged obscenely, like the rest of his torso. She appreciated her husband’s in shape physique but the man before her was in a different class altogether. His biceps and arms looked like they were carved from stone.

“Lose the clothes,” he ordered as he sank into the plush leather couch aligned on the front wall of the office. The black man had stopped stripping, leaving only his jeans as he watched the sexy wife remove her clothes.

“Is this good,” Andrea questioned, standing in the dimly lit office in her bra and panties, hoping against hope that Tytus would put an end to this sordid ordeal. 

“I know you’ve only had sex with Little Nicky out there, but it works better when you’re naked.”

Tytus admired Andrea’s physique as she removed her undergarments. He licked his lips as she stood awkwardly in the center of his office. She folded an arm over her udder-like tits, trying in vain to cover her nipples from the black man’s predatory view.

“Drop your hands bitch.”

“Don’t call me that,” Andrea growled, with all her might.

“No, no, no girl. You’re mine for the next hour.”

“You call me a bitch again, and I'll bite whatever comes near me,” Andrea’s Italian vigor returned as she wagged her finger at the imposing man towering over her by a good eight inches.

“This is easy, either you go along to get along or your little hubby is gonna find his time here much tougher.”

Andrea’s mind lit up at the mention of Nick, she had put her husband from her mind, but felt a tinge of guilt that she had gotten them in this predicament by going along with this stupid bet in the first place.

“Fine,” she huffed.

“Much better,” he returned.

Andrea jumped as Tytus clapped with approval, “fucking perfect body, big ass tits, give me a spin white girl.”

The embarrassed wife spun around at his order, letting Tytus drink in her hourglass frame, “Believe huh,” he said, spotting her little heart shaped tattoo above her shapely buttocks, “believe you about to be sucking on this big black dick, girl.” 

A strangeness overtook the naked wife, as her jiggly body was enveloped by Tytus’s massive body. Her fire cooled as she felt a bizarre safety as his powerful hands roamed her body. She glanced over the black man’s boulder-like shoulders, out at the familiar office that she had visited many times over the years, and here she was, locked in a tawdry embrace with her husband’s boss. 

Andrea watched as Tytus lumbered to the black leather couch, standing before the powerful black man, as if awaiting instructions. 

“Kneel between my legs, bitch.”

Andrea became aware of the musky, manly stench of the room, it burned her nose at first but her mind settled on the pleasantness of the smell as she dropped to her knees between the black man’s tree trunk thighs.

“I know you’ve been looking at big black dicks for a while now, time to see the real thing.”

Andrea’s face contorted as she listened to the clanging of Tytus’s expensive belt unclasping.

“Meet your new best friend you whore!”

Andrea was about to protest Tytus’s crude language again when she saw it for a split second, before her head slapped to the side as she felt the weight of his monster organ uppercut her chin. “Jesus Christ Tytus,” She whispered as she regained her senses and her eyes ran down the wickedly curved weapon, she could see the muscled underside of the hideous brute cock as it curved sideways, almost J shaped.

“Touch it,” he growled with purpose.

Andrea spied the silver clock on Tytus’s wall, “one hour,” she thought to herself as she breathed deeply. Her hands trembled as she encircled the hot tube of flesh.

“How..how big,” she stuttered as she stroked one of the black dildos from her dining room table come to life in front of her eyes.

“13 inches baby. Keep stroking, your soft hands feel good on my cock.”

Andrea nodded, noting the contrast between this girthy monster that she couldn’t encircle with her hands and her husband's quaint penis that she could shuck with an enclosed fist.

“You’re balls, they’re..they’re fucking massive. Are you ok?”

The black haired beauty continued stroking the thick shaft as she leaned in to inspect Tytus’s swollen nutsack.

“That’s where the power comes from,” the black man huffed. “Enough playtime, get those fat lips around my cock.” With a  force that caught the housewife off guard, Tytus grabbed a tuft of Andrea’s well kept mane and ran his wide beast across her face.

“I haven’t done this in a while,” Andrea protested, she found the act demeaning. She remembered the last time she sucked Nick, it was their anniversary, and he had insisted. She hated choking herself on Nick’s little penis and this was an entirely different ordeal.

She opened her beautiful mouth and welcomed the voluminous head of Tytus’s cock into her shallow mouth. The Italian housewife bobbed her head on the meaty shaft, her dark eyes looking to the black man for approval. “Like that,” she quizzed as she resumed stroking him.

“Nah bitch, more like this.”

The beautiful wife looked up the black man’s rippled chest indicating her displeasure with his name calling, but she reasoned that, in her current predicament, she didn’t really have a leg to stand on. The retching sound of Andrea’s expanding throat bounced around the office as Tytus jammed four impossibly thick inches into her wettened gullet. He controlled her head with a fistful of her hair, guiding her head along his probing shaft. 

“Glagglagglagglagglag.”

“Glagglagglagglagglag,”

“Glagglagglagglagglag,”

Tytus sighed with pleasure as he felt his beer can thick cock punch her uvula out of the way as he entered the beginning depths of her throat. 

Andrea’s hands slapped at the ebony giant’s thighs, feeling nothing but muscle, as she resigned herself to having her mouth used like a filthy tool for his pleasure. But to her surprise, the brawny brute relented. Though the sweaty wife could finally breathe normally again, she had the displeasure of feeling the thudding power of Tytus’s wrist-thick chocolate brown pillar slapping with force against her soft face. She smiled lazily as he played with her, displaying his manliness and dominance over the curvy beauty.

“Oww!”

Tytus had turned his attention to Andrea’s proud, fleshy breasts, yanking them between his legs by her painfully erect nipples until they rested on his upper thighs, the contrast of his dark skin and the Italian woman’s olive tanned breasts was intoxicating.

She looked confused as he positioned his substantial mass between her pillowy expanse. She watched as he manipulated her weighty mounds, running them up and down his ebony length.

“Take over slut,” Tytus growled as he laid his head back on the soft couch. Andrea, enthralled by the power of the cock jutting between her fleshy breasts, grasped the sides of her long fat breasts and began copying the black man’s machinations. She chuckled to herself, thinking about the last time she tried this with her husband. Nick’s 4.5 inch penis completely enveloped by her massive wonders.

“Is this good,” Andrea shook her head at her words, she sounded like a virgin, but smiled at a grunt of positivity from her husband’s boss. Her arms were growing tired after five minutes of shucking her breasts along the pulsing powerful unit. Her eyes were drawn to the contrast of their skin as his cock would rise proudly from her folds, the wide cock head leaking a steady flow of precum. She leaned her head down and welcomed the spongy head into her mouth, it hurt her neck but she was determined to get Tytus’s big black cock to explode. 

“Usually,” the black man moaned in a deep baritone, “I’d make this last longer but I got a few more things I wanna try with you.”

Andrea gurgled a response, confused and wet sounding. She closed her eyes as she felt Tytus’s powerful fists pushing her head down on his cock with a speed that she thought might break her neck if he thrusted wrong.

“Hope you’re hungry bitch,” Tytus crowed as he jammed half his cock down her throat. Andrea’s eyes were open now, dread and fear filling her softened mind as she felt long blasts of cum cascade down her throat directly into her stomach. Tytus brutally humped his muscled ass with each blast, depositing gouts of thick white cum down the formerly proud housewife's throat. She fought for release as she felt she might vomit from the amount of cum being deposited inside her body, her mouth filled with his thick discharge as he slightly withdrew, filling her mouth to the brim. She coughed uncontrollably, puking out mouthfuls of his chunky load, on the pulsing shaft, the regurgitated load wetting his curly black pubic hair.

“Fuck yeah, thats a happy throat huh?”

Andrea sat on her knees, her eyes blurry from the assault on her deflowered mouth, she looked around, seeking some kind of solace as she felt the powerful black man grab her and throw her on the cum covered couch.

He presented his cum covered groin and directed Andrea to clean him, she dutifully licked the stagnating cum from his pubic area with her tired tongue.

Once he was satisfied, the black man held her legs wide, admiring her tight pussy.

“You shave that pussy cat for me Andrea,” the black man laughed as he bent down and played with Andrea’s dainty looking opening.

“Oh fuck,” she yelled as she felt one of Tytus’s fat finger press inside her. She thought back to the temporary pain she felt with Nick each time they made love, but the black man’s finger was wider and almost as long as Nick’s penis, this pain was…different.

Andrea’s eyes went wide as Tytus introduced a second finger to her dripping sex, the thick digits widening her, priming her. As he fingered her, the black man felt the thick beauties thighs clasp around his muscular body.

“Fuck,” Andrea yelped in a high pitched, shocked tone. She had cum. And it had never been like this with Nick, it was short and powerful, his expert fingers knew how to drag the feelings out of her.

“Easy cummer,” Tytus spoke, matter of factly, as he stared knowingly as the beautiful women writhing beneath him.

“Thank you,” Andrea cooed through soft breaths, “thank you.” Andrea collected herself, glancing at the clock, “thirty minutes left.”

*********

Nick was sitting by himself, the party had died down, co-workers wishing him well as they said their good byes. The wayward husband couldn't bring himself to look at the building as he swigged nervously at his beer as he stared at the highlights of the game, still in disbelief that his beloved team had let him down.

“Nick, got a second?”

The broken man smiled up at Old Man Abernathy as the elderly man lumbered into the beach chair next to him.

“Damn Huskers, am I right?”

Nick nodded and the two clinked cups to the downfall of their favorite program.

“Where’s Andrea?”

The white husband choked on his beer, trying to think of an excuse why his wife wasn’t by his side. 

“Ummm, wasn’t feeling well. She grabbed a cab home.”

“Oh, pity. She really is quite ravishing. A real head turner.”

Nick nodded, fighting his urge to look back at the building.

“Nick, I've got something to ask you….”

“Anything sir,” his mind racing as he fought the urge to check on his wife.

“Listen, when Tytus leaves in two weeks, I want you to take over, lead the sales team.”

Nick, sipped his beer, barely listening to his boss when the elder man’s words sunk in. “Wait, what do you mean when?”

Old Man Abernathy looked at him, slightly vexed, “Tytus is moving on to the opportunity in LA, he decided yesterday. He didn’t tell you?”

The red solo cup cracked in Nick’s hand, spilling beer.

“I get it, he’s been a great mentor to you. I’m sure he’s done a lot for you over the last few months.”

The white salesman trembled, angry, but he remembered his place as he met The Old Man’s happy stare. “Yes sir, thank you sir,” Nick’s mind was awash, the words fired out of his mouth like he was saying whatever he could to get his old boss to leave.

The grey haired company owner patted his longtime employee on the back as he made his exit, but not before giving Nick a hearty, “Go Big Red,” which Nick returned with a fake smile.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

*******

“You have to Tytus!”

Andrea felt foolish as she begged the black man to use the condom her husband had provided him. She tried to steel her resolve but her defenses were weakening as she felt the black man’s cock, splayed across her pubic area. She stared in horror as the length reached her belly button.

“Sorry bitch, I'm in charge and my cock don’t like no condoms. And let’s go with “Master” from now on.”

Andrea covered her eyes with her hands as she felt Tytus wield his weapon. A pause of anticipation hung in the musky room, and then she felt the press.

“Fucking Jesus,” she howled. The black haired teacher stared down her body as the ebony invader breached her opening. She slapped at the cushions, biting her lip as her body accommodated the foreign mass.

Tears formed in her eyes as the broad head dug further inside her. Andrea could feel her walls stretching painfully as inch after inch of wide piping hot flesh barged inside her. This wasn’t like with Nick.

“You ready to get fucked?” Andrea took her eyes off the union between their bodies to stare at Tytus’s determined gaze. 

“Yessss,” she hissed.

“Yes what,” he returned.

“Yes….Master!”

********

Nick stared at his watch, eyes peeled on the small black hands as they ticked away, “almost done,” he whispered.

He was alone in the field now, the street lights had turned on, indicating dusk turning to night.

Crickets chirped, he breathed. The thoughts of the money had faded as reality set in. Tytus had made a fool of him and his wife. The vile jerk had tricked them. Nick hated himself for being so foolish. His curiosity got the best of him as he relented and looked towards Tytus’s office window.

He had to see. 

His limbs creaked as he rose from the chair. He looked at the office building, his eyes beading on the large glass window in the corner of the first floor office. His breath caught in his throat as he shuffled across the parking lot, approaching the luxurious office window.

His heart stopped as he pressed his face against the thick glass, like a child pining for a toy in a department store window.

*******

Andrea was grasping at Tytus’s sweat slickened back as he drove his meaty member into her. The ebony giant had her legs folded almost to her head and his massive frame was engulfing her smaller jiggling body. 

“Tighest goddamn pussy I ever seen, Nicky definitely ain't hitting this right,” the humping black man howled. 

Tytus’s words brought Andrea’s smaller husband to her mind. She wrestled with how they would move forward when she felt the black man’s probing organ bulldoze past Nick’s best effort and the extra half inch from The Little Mikey, widening her canal as her once dormant nerve endings were pressed by the immense girth inside her. Her husband left her mind as she felt a wetness flush through her body, priming her pussy for further exploration.

“Tytus, I…I’m..I’m cummingggg,” the words flowed, as her eyes saw stars from the body rocking orgasm the black man had provided her. She didn’t have a moment to come down as the intense pressing feeling burrowed further inside her.

“Fuck yeah, bout to cum in you baby!”

Andrea’s eyes shot open as the reality of the situation hit her harder than Tytus’s pummeling black cock.

“Tytus, no!”

“The fuck you say, bitch?”

The black man stopped humping, leaving half of his cock buried in the Italian wife. His eyes beaded. 

Andrea blubbered, “you can’t, I’m off my pills. You can’t!” Their eyes locked, the space between them was hot and sweaty, Tytus gave her a dismissive look as she bit her lip. To her horror he resumed ramming her, picking up speed.

“No Ty...No Master! No!” Andrea pushed her soft arms between their frames, trying to dislodge his mountainous body from atop her. She stopped fighting abruptly, her eyes lidding, as the black brute drew another mind wrecking orgasm from her.

Andrea’s sweaty black hair flowed around the pair as Tytus found a groove, his wide cock gliding inside her strongly, her sensitive vaginal walls succumbing to the girthy beast.

“Master, please. I’ll do anything, whatever you want. Just don’t seed me!!!!”

The black man laughed maniacally, removing his weapon from her gaping vagina.

“Stand up and turn around bitch!”

*******

Nick’s face was smushed against the thick glass, he could make out the two blurry contrasting bodies of his dutiful wife and his evil black boss as they repositioned themselves. If this was a fight, the paler blurry body was clearly losing.

They looked to be talking as Tytus took Andrea’s spot on the couch. 

Nick’s eye began to hurt he was pressing it so hard against the glass, trying to take in the fucking action in front of him.

The black bastard had a hold of his wife’s arms and was controlling her as he pulled her body onto his menacing cock.

********

“Back that booty up you thick whore!”

Andrea was powerless as Tytus grasped her wrists pulling her onto his cock until her wide ass rested on his powerful groin. He was pushing and pulling her tired body at a break neck pace, she was cumming, almost constantly, as she bottomed out on the full length of his colossal black cock. Andrea was seeing stars as every inch of Tytus skewered her formerly tight pussy. He released the exhausted housewife and slapped her ass, indicating she was to fuck him on her own. 

As she backed her swollen pussy up, stuffing herself, Tytus moaned, “Damn baby, I can’t hold this nut much longer!”

“You can’t! Please, I'll suck you again, whatever you want just don’t cum in me!”

“Hmmm,” the black brute said coyly, “that ass is looking good!”

Andrea’s face went white. She and Nick had tried anal once, his little penis had trouble getting past her substantial buttcheeks but even her husband’s small penis head was uncomfortable.

“No. Anything but that!”

Tytus grabbed the thick-bodied housewife and buried her on his length, pulling her body atop his chest, he manhandled her reddened tits as he growled, “you don’t sound like much of a slave? Thinking I might cum in you and stay in this piece of shit town.”

Andrea whimpered, as the gravity of the situation hit her, “will you go easy on me?”

“Of course slave! I’m a gentleman after all!” The black man crowed as he pushed the exhausted curvaceous beauty to the floor of the office. Andrea welcomed the embrace of the soft carpet as her beautiful face laid on the floor. Tytus raised her hips skyward, positioning her to his liking with his powerful ham-like hands.

Andrea stared ahead out of Tytus’s tinted front window as she heard his heavy feet thud towards his desk. She almost cried as a face, clearly Nicks, appeared to be spying on them, his cute black head of hair barely poking out. She didn’t dare look up at the clock, reasoning they had gone well past the agreed upon hour.

Andrea’s face slumped against the carpet as she felt Tytus empty a bottle of lube, rubbing it around her exposed anus.

“Now, beg me to fuck your ass.”

Andrea heeded the massive black man’s command with earnest, “please Master, fuck my ass with your big black cock!”

*******

Nick checked his watch as he stared at the fuzzy shapes moving onto the floor of the office. “Fuck this,” he said quietly with resolve, his black boss had been fucking his wife for well over the agreed upon hour at this point. He pulled on the door, finding it locked. In a rare fit of anger he began pounding on the glass.

*******

“That’ll be Nicky,” Tytus said without an ounce of care as he dipped his wide cock into Andrea’s puckered rosebud. Even with the generous lube her tight butthole resisted the barging of Tytus’s rampant cock.

“You’ve got to hurry Master,” Andrea beckoned, clinching her asshole with all her might, from the carpet below. The exhausted wife was trying one last gambit to save whatever dignity she had left, “we’re almost out of time.”

“Shut the fuck up whore,” Tytus bellowed as he drove his cock against the closed back door. He sneered, placing his giant darkened foot along the defenseless woman’s face, putting weight on it, further asserting his now obvious dominance.

“Fucking, fucking, fuck shit, fuck,” Andrea cried with as felt her hole giving way to the barging head..

The banging from the front door continued.

“Tell him to leave,” Tytus ordered between thrusts.

“We had a deal,” Andrea called unconvincingly, her body trapped beneath the powerful black man. She exhaled when she felt Tytus’s meat relent as he draped it across her upthrust ass.

“New deal slut,” Tytus spoke as he slapped his cock against her ass, aiming his heavy beast to tag the tattoo above her fleshy globed ass.

“Since you’ve been a shitty slave, I want you all weekend, no more bullshit.”

Andrea stayed prone, silent, her mind was buzzing for more orgasms, the intensity almost creating an addictive feeling inside the black haired wife. Half of her wanted that big cock back inside her, she knew she would never be the same after tonight.

The banging door broke her thoughts as she remembered Nick.

“You’ve already had me,” she tried to reason between gasping breaths.

“Not fully. Next weekend. You and me. You’re my plaything.”

“And then you’ll go?”

“Scout’s honor.”

The banging subsided and Tytus reinserted himself in her poor beaten to a pulp pussy.

“You said next weekend!”

“Imma still get my nut, don’t worry, I’m not some premature whiteboy. Hold tight!”

With that the fucking resumed like it never stopped, Tytus filled her to the brim, her pussy gripping his mass sleeve-like, as he sawed away. 

Ten more intense minutes passed before Tytus spoke.

“You sure you don’t want this load in that pussy girl,” the humping brute said coyly.

Andrea’s mind was wrestling, a strange new reverence for her husband’s black boss and indignation towards Nick, doing battle in her orgasmic, sex crazed brain.

“No,” her words flowing out feebly, in a dubious whisper.

“Good luck with the mess then bitch,” Tytus said as he roared.

“Arrrghhh!” His grunt sounded painful, as a Super Soaker like spray from his spurting cock tagged the huffing wife from her hair to her ass.

“Arrrghhh!” The black man blasted another huge salvo, matching its counterpart along Andrea’s tanned back.

“Arrrghhh!” Tytus fisted his length as more and more thick white ropes escaped his relieved monster cock. The black man smiled contentedly as his brilliant white loads covered the Italian wife’s cute tattoo. 

He moved quickly and took a knee by Andrea’s panting face. “Arrrghhh,” he continued in his manly bark, unleashing another stream of viscous cum that splattered with force across the hot woman’s face and hair. 

The black behemoth breathed deeply after three more heavy volleys of his seed bathed Andrea’s face. His cock fell, mixing with his creamy burden, along the tired wife’s head.

Andrea got to her hands and knees as Tytus fell back with a thud on his couch. She crawled and rested between his legs, the bastard draped his heavy cock over her shoulder, the tired fat thing dripping sperm down one of her heaving tits as they lounged, catching their breath.

They lounged like old friends, Tytus played with Andrea’s sweat drenched hair, wrapping it in his fat finger. She laid her arms over his rock hard thighs using him as a couch. The tired wife giggled, feeling his animal sized nutsack resting against her back, his heavy testicles moving around on their own accord, like they were massaging her tired back. 

“So you and bitchboy are trying for a baby huh?”

Andrea’s moment of catharsis crashed as she remembered Nick, their money troubles, the screaming brats at school, and that dream with her bloated womb.

“He really wants one.” Andrea’s eyes squinted, was she really opening up to her husband’s asshole boss?

“You don’t?”

Andrea laid her head back on Tytus’s wet groin, this would have grossed her out two hours ago, but she was too tired to care now, “I don't know,” she said, looking at Tytus’s manly demeanor. She felt that melding feeling she had only had with her husband, as she rested on the black behemoth’s rock hard body. 

“I bet he could knock me up in one shot.”

Andrea shook her cum splattered hair at the thought, finding herself. Her fiery mind filled with contempt for the big cocked bastard and what was to come next weekend. 

“Can I go,” she said, staring ahead. Her mind already thinking about having to lie to her husband.

“Yeah bitch, you can go. See you next weekend. Good luck explaining it to Nicky.”

The black bastard grabbed her crumpled clothes and used them to wipe off his slumbering organ cock before raising them to her. She glared at him disapprovingly. 

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he said with a faux, gentlemanly tone. “Take one of them shirts,” Tytus pointed to one of his neatly pressed dress shirts hanging near his door.

Andrea wrapped her rubensque body in her husband’s boss's giant alabaster button down, it completely enveloped her naked form, helping to relieve the feeling of shame washing over her.

“Thank you,” the sexually broken wife murmured.

“Thank you what,” Tytus said dismissively as he walked behind his desk. His fat cock hanging like a thick tired banana, bouncing before him as he circled the wide desk.

“Thank you…Master.”

*******

Andrea found Nick, sitting against the door to the building. He looked up at her, his eyes reddened from crying. His face fell as he saw her hour glass figure enveloped in one of Tytus’s fancy dress shirts, so big it reached below almost to his wife’s knees, making them both feel small.

“Take me home Nicky.”

*******

The lock was sticking again. Nick nodded at his wife with a sheepish and was rewarded with an impatient stare as she stood in the musty hallway of their dingy apartment building.

Nick flicked the light on and the white couple took an involuntary step backwards at the sight of the gang of huge black sex toys welcoming them home. They had seemed so funny and odd when Nick first brought them home, their presence suddenly carried a different meaning to both spouses as they silently prepared for bed.

He helped his wife limp to the shower, entering with her, washing her tired body as she stared at him. Nick grimaced as the soapy water cascaded over her statuesque body, now riddled with massive red handprints and bite marks. He kept whispering how sorry he was as he cleaned her.

They climbed into their small bed together, both breathing quietly, appreciating the familiarness in a  day full of foreign experiences.

Andrea was a wreck, she couldn’t speak. Her husband was apologizing but it was her fault too, she was blinded by how close they were to realizing their dreams. And worse still, the absolute worst part, she liked it. She had never felt so full, so out of control, so satisfied. She wished it was her husband with the giant cock and not the black bastard who was actively ruining their lives. Her eyes shot open as she felt something prodding between her legs.

  

“Nick,” she said weakly.

“I need to do this,” he said in a sad, resolute moan.

Andrea knew the head of Nick’s small penis was inside her, though the pressing feeling she usually felt was now gone, his grape sized head poking at her, exploring her big black cock remodeled pussy.

Nick arched himself, trying to enter more inches inside his wife as he maneuvered around her powerful ass cheeks. This should have been an amazing moment, he was entering his wife bareback for the first time ever, but he felt little friction and she was staring ahead, barely a moan escaping her lips.

The black haired wife’s mind raced back to earlier that evening as she was folded, pounded and stuffed by Nick’s superior, right in their office building. But knowing that she would be sneaking around with Tytus softened her, even as she felt the soreness of her body crying out to her that she couldn’t take anymore sex that day.

She sighed as she felt her husband tense up, she yelped as he grabbed her heavy breast, “Hrrmm,” he almost snarled through gritted teeth as he unleashed three short watery plums of cum into his wife’s unprotected vagina.

The sex battered wife prayed that Nick’s swimmers would find their way to her womb, they surely needed the head start if Tytus was going to fuck her bareback that weekend.

The couple laid quietly. Andrea couldn’t sleep, neither could Nick. But they laid silently, together, but more apart than ever.

*******

Nick trudged into the office Monday and quietly sat at his desk. He would usually be firing away at his phone. But today he just sat, watching the office fill up with his lively and happy co-workers.

The wayward salesman leapt from his office chair when Tytus rolled in an hour after everyone else.

“You bastard,” Nick yelled as he slammed the door of the once coveted corner office.

His legs almost crumpled when he saw Tytus behind his desk, flanked by John J Hammer and Old Man Abernathy.

“Nick,” The Old Man said quizzically. 

Nick’s breath caught in his throat, Mr. Abernathy was a little hard of hearing, maybe he didn’t catch his tirade.

“Oh, sorry sir. What's, uhh, what’s going on?”

The Old Man held up the contract for the new plant in LA. As he leaned down to sign, the two powerful black men looked at Nick with eyes that melted him, he took a chair.

“And Nick will be taking over once you’ve moved on,” The Old Man said feebly as Tytus reassured him of that fact.

“Well, to new beginnings,” the elder company owner said with a smile. He gave Nick a signature pat on the back as he made his leave.

Nick sat quietly. He observed the two men reviewing the contract. They were both smiling, particularly wry grins.

“Need something Nick,” John Hammer said, Nick made note of his gold Mjolnir necklace that matched well with Tytus’s gleaming gold tooth.

As the men’s massive frames moved Nick saw it. Hanging behind Tytus’s desk, like a sick trophy, was Andrea’s deep V-Neck Cornhusker shirt, draped like a flag for anyone to see, dried white splotches littered the blood red shirt.

“No sir, I, uhh, was just leaving.”

Nick stumbled backwards, his head shaking in disbelief.

“Oh Nicky,” Tytus said, still engrossed in the lucrative contract, “it’s “Master” this week? Don’t forget our little bet.”

“Little,” Nick screamed in his head, remembering his wife’s defiled body. 

“Will that be all….Master?”

Tytus looked up with a smile, filled with knowledge as he said slyly, “yes Nicky, I believe that’ll be all.”

Nick almost choked, remembering his wife’s cute tattoo, the words he loved reading when she rode his dick in reverse cow girl, weaponized against him.

*******

The week was hell on the couple. Andrea limped around school, barely able to keep up with the rambunctious children. Nick, or better yet Jerome, continued selling giant black dildos to the growing list of potential clients on his desk each day.

In the evenings the couple would eat quietly, Nick opted out of the gym, wanting to spend time reconnecting with his wife. Even after his profuse apologies she felt distant.

They made love, or more aptly, Nick tried. He kept a faint glimmer of hope that because he was cumming inside her without a condom a baby might follow and save their relationship.

Mid week they had a particularly heated fight when Andrea rounded the corner and found the monstrous black dildos strewn about the couple's bed. Nick had dropped them there while he used the bathroom, intending to bring them back to the office and hopefully out of their lives, but Andrea misinterpreted this act and laid into her husband good.

Back at work, Nick would find a reason to walk past his black boss's office. He felt like a pervert, stealing glances at his wife’s cum covered t-shirt, displayed proudly for anyone to see.

The one positive was that he was really crushing, “dialing for dicks,” as Tytus called it, much to Nick’s chagrin. He could barely stomach the little black cock stickers, multiplying by the day next to his name.

When he wasn’t trolling past the corner office he was hiding in his own. Dreading the looks and whispers he got from his co-workers. He was finishing up another successful sales day when Trixie busted in his office without a knock. “Nicky, “Master” wants to see you,” she said with a cackle.

 “Nicky,” Tytus growled, Nick was staring past his black boss, examining Andrea’s cum stained t-shirt. It appeared Tytus had used it a few more times, as new splotches of cum caked the shirt Nick used to drool over. 

“Back with me,”  the ebony giant said with a snap of his fingers. 

Tytus gave Nick an out of town assignment, he wanted him to go spend the weekend in Lincoln selling marital aids in person. Nick protested but Tytus hung the promotion over his head, causing the broken husband to fold.

Things got worse that evening when he explained the weekend trip. “Maybe we can check out a game,” he said, he didn’t realize his words before he spoke them. The Cornhuskers were now a touchy subject in the Hodges household.

Andrea had started the week racked with guilt. She even thought about renegging on the bet, seeing as Tytus didn’t hold up his end when he had fucked the hell out of her for well passed the agreed upon hour. But the dildo incident and knowing that Nick would be gone for the weekend had strengthened her resolve, and there was no denying the feeling that made her most sensitive areas quiver when she thought about a weekend full of pleasure from the huge cocked black man.

Thursday was hell, Nick was begging for the weekend to arrive as he dutifully brought coffee to Tytus as he coached up the staff in the conference room. 

“Thanks Nicky,” Tytus said as he paused his presentation, “that’ll be all. Nick held his breath as he turned to leave.

“Uhhh, Nicky?”

The wayward sales lead sighed, “Thank you Master.” The women in the room giggled and the white salesman stared ahead, quietly mortified.

The coldness continued throughout the week until the couple sat outside an expensive hotel in their hometown. Andrea was dressed in sweats, a generic pair as she swore off wearing anything Nebraska Cornhusker related ever again. They sat quietly in the car before Nick broke the silence.

“So who are these friends again?”

Andrea made up a few names on the spot and her heart almost broke as Nick nodded his head, believing her. He pecked her on the cheeks as he watched her cumbersome ass, packed into the tight dress exit the car.

******

Andrea watched the car leave before she glided gracefully through the revolving doors of the hotel. Her strength had returned over the week as had her insatiable hunger for big cock sex.

She checked in at the front desk. “Ah, yes, Mrs. Monroe. Let me escort you to your suite.” 

The thick beauty marveled at the size of the suite Tytus had booked. It was bigger than her apartment and looked expensive. As the bell boy left her bags she eyed a dress and lingerie set, hanging with a note attached, “get cleaned up and come down when you’re ready.”

Andrea held the small piece of jet black fabric and tawdry lingerie in her manicured hands, grumbling, “you gotta be shitting me.”

Andrea looked a vision as she walked through the entrance to the restaurant inside the hotel. The dress was mini, as mini as it could be, the tight material hugged her hips and held tightly around her flat stomach, as she looked around the restaurant she tried to control the bounce of her breasts, held flimsy in the halter top of the tight number, breast flesh spilling from the top. She fought with the hem, trying in vain to cover her nipples.

She frowned as Tytus, dressed in an expensive looking suit, approached her.

“There she is!”

Before Andrea could protest, Tytus grabbed her in his massive arms and drove his thick tongue down her throat. She tried to push away but relented as she felt a quiver in her loins at the feel of the black man’s absurdly muscled body.

“Let’s get this over with,” she said with a scowl.

“Ah, ah,” Tytus corrected with a wave of his massive black finger.

Andrea sighed, her bosom bouncing as she huffed, “lets get this over with, sir.”

The couple held hands as they walked to the table where another enormously muscled black man and an attractive woman sat, smiling and laughing with one another.

Andrea sat quietly, listening to the two black men celebrate the opening of the California Project, the conversation went over her head at times as they mentioned “the cause” repeatedly and how the expanded production would increase “conversion” by 20% nationwide.

She found herself watching Tytus, his movements a symphony of charisma and strength. She bit her lip as the other woman, Ali she remembered, leaned in, “aren’t they just gorgeous?” The Italian housewife was feeling the many glasses of wine the men continued ordering throughout the night, her tongue loosened, “they’re just so…different.”

Ali snorted with laughter, “tell me about it.” Andrea jumped as she felt the tan woman’s hand rub her thigh, she sighed as her eyes closed. Ali whispered in her ear, “you’re making the right choice,” accentuating her words with a soft nibble.

“Leave it!”

The woman turned to see John, the other powerful black man, with his ebony mitt grasped around the wrist of a startled white maitre d. The skinny, pimply faced waiter was apologizing, having reached for a dessert plate that the well dressed black man apparently wasn’t finished with. The two brutes shared a laugh as the red faced waiter shuffled off.

“Pussies, all of them,” John said dismissively.

Andrea’s hair raised at the black man’s comment, defensively she blurted, “that’s not true!” She remembered her husband at that moment, his boyish smile, something in her subconscious defending him vicariously through the white waiter.

The black men belly laughed at her feeble defense, “she’s right,” Tytus said as he caught his breath, “some of them are gay!” The black man’s fists banged on the table loudly, interrupting the other patrons, as he and John shared a cackle in their deep baritones.

John calmed down and looked deep into Andrea’s eyes, “They’re all the same. Ali used to have one, but she learned the error of her ways.”

Ali nodded, her pouty lips sucking an olive from her dry martini. “Hey,” she chided, “he was nice!”

Andrea stared at her, like she wasn’t in on an inside joke, “you..you had a husband?”

Ali looked to the men, who urged her to continue, “I had a boy, Big John showed me I needed a man,” Andrea and Ali locked eyes as she continued, “you know The Little Mikey?” Andrea nodded, “That was him!”

Andrea gulped at the revelation. Her mind fired with questions but before she could speak she felt Tytus’s black paw grab her hand.

“Enough with all this little white dick talk. We got some unfinished business to discuss upstairs.”

Before Andra could protest Tytus raised her from her chair, hooked his muscled arm possessively around her thin waist, and escorted her towards the hotel elevators. Andrea looked back at the table and turned beet red as Ali blew her a kiss.

Andrea stood facing the lobby, Tytus towered over her and she felt the bulge of his mighty cock grazing against her back. Her heart fell as the elevator door slowly closed in front of her eyes. Before the elevator started moving, Tytus had pulled down her top and was tweaking her sensitive nipples, fondling her globe-like breasts as they ascended. He placed his powerful hand on her sharp jaw and craned her head to meet his thick lips. “Fuck,” she mumbled in her mind as Tytus’s masculine presence caused an involuntary rush of liquid to flow from her vagina, her sex was pulsing with anticipation as they entered the expansive hotel room.

Andrea attempted to fish her massive breasts back into the too tight top when Tytus stopped her. “Doors right there,” he 

“Tytus, I’m drunk, we shouldn’t,” she tried to reason, hoping against hope her weak defense would slow the quickly disrobing black adonis. His dark muscles bulged under his skin like ropes pulled too tight, as the moon bathed his physique through the expansive window, looking out at the skyline. Andrea hated herself for getting turned on by this brawny bull of a man.

“Yep, yep, yep,” he chortled dismissively. “Lose the clothes, " he commanded.

Andrea realized the powerlessness of her situation and peeled off the skin tight one piece revealing a matching lingerie set that held her voluptuous curves in place, just so, her tanned body shined in the bright moonlight.

They stood facing each other, breathing silently, their bodies rivaling each other in the late night glow. Andrea’s soft fleshy curves are a stark contrast to Tytus’s granite-like physique. Andrea’s mind wrestled as her feet almost glided across the hand-woven carpet. The normally proud woman stood before this downright evil man, awaiting instruction.

“Knees,” he said simply, his long finger emphasizing the order.

And there it was. Again. Tytus’s pillar of masculinity stood rigidly, bobbing, it looked angry and the crisscrossing veins pulsed with purpose before the Italian beauty's eyes.

“Now, beg to suck my cock.”

“May I suck your cock please? Owww!!!”

Andrea jumped at the feel of the black man’s wide hand slapping her right breasts with force.

“Beg,” he growled.

Andrea breathed deeply, gulping as she complied, “Master, pleaseeee. I need your big black cock down my dirty throat!”

“Gkkk–guhhh–!”

Andrea’s brain short circuited as Tytus’s broad, veiny endowment roughly filled her mouth, her pouty lips pulled along the wide shaft as he began defiling her face. Wet quacking noises filled the luxurious room as the black man used her mouth for his pleasure.

“Finally learning,” he hummed to the sound of his cock mixing the union spit and throat froth spilling from Andrea’s aching jaws.

Satisfied with his work the black man brought the dazed dark haired beauty to her feet. “Go to the closet and put on what you find.”

Andrea looked at him, vexed, “Tytus, this is silly, can’t we just…”

She stopped talking as his finger pressed her slightly cock contused lips.

We’ve got a long weekend ahead of us. I think you’ll find that shutting the fuck up and doing what I say is the easiest path for you.” 

Andrea glared at the strong finger dotting her eyeline, a last vestige of her fiery resolve leaking out, before she begrudgingly trudged to the closet.

She marveled at the size of the spacious closet, so much bigger than what she had back home. She smiled as she thought about the many arguments she had won against her husband as she conquered more square feet of their shared space.

Her smile faded at the outfit hanging in front of her.

“Oh, Ms. Hodges,” she heard Tytus mischievously yell from the master suite.

Andrea emerged from the walk in closet, shame darting her visage as she looked at the expensive carpet.

“Hot fucking damn!”

Andrea, the proud preschool teacher, stood transformed before the waiting ebony hunk, the “sexy teacher,” costume barely fit her. Tytus had to guess at her size when he ordered it. The white button up shirt was buttoned as far as it could go, which wasn’t much. Andrea’s proud breasts spilled out and the button keeping the shirt together looked to be fighting for its life. The black man smiled at the shirt, knotted and exposing the Italian wife’s tanned and toned stomach. The plaid skirt was similarly plastered on her hips, he smiled as the zipper stood only half zipped, clinging to Andrea’s womanly bodice. A pair of thigh high stockings complete the outfit, squeezing tightly against the hot wife’s fleshy thighs. She had to walk slowly as her curves tested every seam.

“Ms.Hodges,” Tytus said in a stern voice, “this simply won’t do,”

The black man directed Andrea with his eyes, she dreaded the coming shame, as she spoke, “I…I’m sorry sir. Are you not pleased?”

Tytus stood, approaching the diminutive vixen, circling her. She jumped as he spanked her huge ass.

“No, you’re fine. It’s your husband, he’s in a lot of trouble.”

Andrea’s eyes perked up at the direction this was going, but she dared not protest. She responded to Tytus’s hands, urging this little fantasy to continue.

“Please sir, my husband needs this job,” she cringed at the reality of the fantasy situation. 

“Well then, Ms. Hodges, what will you do for me?”

“Anything sir, anything!”

“Anything?”

As the words escaped the black man’s lips Andrea felt her body lifted and thrown, somewhat gracefully, upon the huge white satin bed.

Tytus ripped at the outfit, overcome with lust as he kissed Andrea’s naked body, each touch an electric shock, her brain remembering the pleasure the black man caused her.

The black man’s huge frame enveloped her, she tried to reach her hands around his wide back but they didn’t come close to touching, so different from Nick who she could wrap in her warm embrace when he mounted her.

“Fuck,” she screamed as the pressing feeling, the immense pain from a week ago, returned as she felt Tytus enter her.

“Niceee,” he whispered into her ear as his massive log of a cock entered the now welcoming territory he had successfully conquered a week ago.

Andrea could barely breath as Tytus rests his immense bulk on her soft body. He expertly rocked his hips, his wickedly curved weapon hitting every pleasure center in the Italian wife’s sensitive sex with precision.

“I’m…I’m cumming,” she stuttered, her voice half amazed that the huge brute could make her cream so quickly. She scratched at the black man’s back as her body twitched with pleasure.

“You like this bitch,” he growled.

“Yes,” she cried.

“Better than little dick Nick?”

A pang of guilt, hit the once doting wife, “No,” she fought out, her words dripping with untruth.

“Don’t lie bitch,” the black’s words bit at her with carnal knowledge.

“It’s..It’s so different,” she said as she bit her lip.

“Say it! Tell me!”

Andrea gave in as she came again, “yes it better! It’s fucking amazing! Keep fucking me!”

The black beast of a man obliged her. For twenty minutes their bodies melded. Andrea’s mind was lost, focused on her next orgasm, nothing mattered to her in that moment but the pressure building again in the pit of her stomach.

Until.

“Fucking cumming bitch!”

Andrea’s body froze, her mind said no, but her mouth screamed “Yes!”

She felt the rush of wetness fill her as the mighty cock continued plowing. Andrea closed her eyes, as Tytus rutted in pleasure as he filled the beautiful wife with his spurting seed. She thought she might die as he laid atop her small curvy body, satiated, for the moment.

Tytus removed himself and Andrea stared down her body in horror as a rush of fluids spilled from her gaping vagina.

“How..how could you,” she looked horrified at the muscular black man as he observed the jet black night from the window. Where her husband's ejaculate was watery, Tytus’s was a brilliant white, more chunky and gelatinous. She prayed Nick’s little swimmers had a good enough head start against the black man’s powerful sperm. 

Inside her ovulating body, the black man’s superior seed raced like hounds out of hell to reach her fertile womb.

“You’re mine now,” he said calmly, returning to the bed.

“What..what about Nicky?” 

The black man howled, a carefree laugh that shook the room.

“You should thank me, if you’re gonna be with a dick salesman, at least you're with a successful one.”

“You bastard, this was a one time thing.”

Again he laughed, squeezing one of her hanging fat breasts as he took control of her body once again, “Bitch, it’s already been a two time thing!”

They fucked through the night, Andrea’s demanor a mixture of submission for the black man and half hearted guilt for her husband.

As the sun rose, the sex and fighting continued, “fucking fill me you big dick bastard!” The setting was a strange one as Tytus bullied his fat cock inside Andrea’s virgin ass, she had begged him not to, and this time her strong rosebud gave away easily as the black man painfully entered her jiggling ass.

“My little black cock whore, finally giving in!”

Andrea shook with pleasure, she knew she could only get from men like Tytus as he unleashed his heavy burden inside her warm bowels.

Around mid day she awoke, the black bastard was entering her from behind, filling her pussy. 

She remembered earlier in the week her husband could barely get his dick past her ass. The difference in their sizes was as vast as their sexual prowesses. She laid, silence her only remaining means of protest, as Tytus battered her insides with his curved black beast.

She darted awake as the phone rang, Tytus ushered her dry, tired mouth to his sex juice slickened member as he spoke casually.

“Good job whiteboy, you’ve really got a way with big black dicks.”

The black man had the nerve to wink at her as he spoke to Nick.

 “Oh me, I got my hands full.” 

He grabbed a handful of tit flesh as he chuckled.

“Really,” the black man said with faux interest as he grabbed Nick’s wife by her hair and fed his thickness into her maw. Wet slurping noises filled the room as he let his employee drone on, all the while enjoying the man’s wife’s improving oral skills.

“Well, keep up the good work, Nicky. I’ll handle everything here for you. Don’t call again.”

Andrea cried as her mouth filled with Tytus’s seemingly never ending supply of thick sperm, she had grown adept at swallowing the thick discharge and was pleased that not a single, sweet drop of the gunk escaped her lips.

The new couple looked in each other's eyes as the black man patted her head approvingly. Their moment was interrupted by the ringing of Andrea’s phone. Before she could answer, Tytus yanked it from her hand and threw it against the wall, shattering it.

Andrea cursed at him, “bastarda!” 

But the moment of fire led to Andrea being bent over the railing of the hotel room, her fertile womb hosed down once more, learning a lesson she was becoming all too familiar with.

*******

Nick stared at his phone. He tried Andrea again for the hundredth time. His mind was racing as he could have sworn he heard his boss getting a sloppy blowjob while they talked.

“It’s all your fault,” he mumbled to himself as he flicked through the channels in the dingy motel room the company had booked for him.

As he absentmindedly channel surfed, a horniness overtook him. He closed his eyes, thinking of his bare penis inside his wife. The white salesman gripped his small penis tightly, moaning as his mind conflicted. Tytus barged into his fantasy just like he had the white husband’s real life, his thorough fucking of Trixie and then his utter defilement of Andrea played like sleazy vignettes in Nick’s splintered brain. As Nick pictures Tytus’s massive black cock usually excitable penis flagged in his hand, shrinking through his tight fist, as his thoughts turned to the whereabouts of his wife.

 He glanced beside his bed at the box of huge black dildos, a veritable army of the massive things rising skyward beside him on the bed. 

He considered packing up and heading home but thought better of it. If Tytus found out he left, he’d be pissed. 

Nick sighed as he ran through the rolodex of people he might ask to go check on his wife when he awoke the next morning. Maybe he’d ask Tytus.

********* 

“Why not,” Andrea thought quietly, her brain fogged, as Tytus’s muscled ass hovered over her tired, bruised but beautiful face. He grasped his curved cock with her left hand and, at Tytus’s order, dove her twirling tongue between his hairy buttocks.

“That’s a good whore, really get in there slut!”

The heavy chested wife attacked her duty with gusto, she had long since abandoned the pride and attitude she had carried with her into the vile weekend. When she arrived, she couldn’t wait for it to end. But as the ebony brute’s grunts of pleasure filled the musky room, she didn’t want the weekend to end. 

From her vantage point, her beautiful face crammed between the black man’s ass and his sweaty, heavy nutsack, she found her place, and a new found power. The power to please this intoxicating, powerful man. “Give me your cum, Master,” she said as she worked his organ with her wedding ring clad hand. “I need your black cum!”

Her efforts were rewarded as the black man bellowed like a bull, “come drink from the source my little whore!”

Andres shimmied from beneath Tytus’s nether region, fighting through his tree-like legs, and engulfed his spurting cock, filling her belly with his sweet creamy nectar. She suckled at the head, trying to get more of his seemingly never ending supply of tasty fuck juice. The black man rested his heavy hand on her black hair, patting her like a dog.

They ate in the room, dozed and fucked throughout the day. By the time dusk fell Andrea could even take Tytus’s monster cock in her ass with little to no pain. 

The mismatched couple laid together, Andrea the small spoon, enveloped by Tytus’s muscular frame late that night. She had long since given up any resistance, her orgasm riddled brain rewired. The room stunk of sex and something else, Tytus exuded a masculine scent that had weakened, and now conquered, Andrea's once strong sensibilities.

“So, you’re leaving,” the tired and sore woman whispered. Once this would have been a dream for her and Nick but now she didn’t want the black sex god to leave her. She knew in her gut things would never be normal again.

“Yep,” he said curtly. 

“What about me? I can’t stay here.”

Tytus laughed, “Trust me, you’ll be ok. And besides I think you’re gonna have your hands full soon.”

That night, Andrea was laying like a starfish on the bed, her mouth dripping a steady stream of drool as the black man continued to convert her to big black cock. 

“Andrea, I want you to say it,” he growled between piston-like pumps. Before he could command her again she willingly blurted out, “I’m a whore! A whore for big black cocks!”

Tytus smiled as he heard the door open.

“Damn young man,” Andrea registered the deep voice of John J Hammer.

“Ohhh you did a number on this one Tytus,” Ali cooed with delight as she kneeled by the bed, her eyes looking into the dull glazed over visage of the Italian wife.

“Clean her up Ali,” John commanded. 

Andrea’s sex crazed mind expected to be brought to the shower, but instead she felt the tanned woman’s tongue bathing her, licking at the still wet pools of sperm on her wrecked body. She turned over the tired woman and dove between her legs. “So warm,” Ali cooed with delight.

Andrea was in a daze as the three used her body, she found herself in a sex fueled day dream as John Hammer entered her from behind. 

In the dream, the mansion she and Nick had pined for appeared, Andrea emerged once again, this time the flowing dress was black as night, her belly bulging out obscenely, larger than the last time. As she stood on the stoop, the expensive car never appeared, as an orgasm wracked her short circuited brain, a human sized black cock emerged beside her, she hugged the giant thing as they smiled at the setting sun.

*********

Epilogue

Nick finished moving his things into the corner office. Andrea had been coy with him about her weekend but he was beginning to think she had spent it with the jungle bunny. When Nick derided his boss, she would reply that he was just jealous that Tytus was better than him, “at sales”.

He put it out of his mind, today he would be getting his bonus check. All this humiliation, his rocky marriage, it was worth it. He grabbed the envelope from Trixie, scurrying to his office and slamming the door. He ripped it open and stared in disbelief.

“Trixie, get in here!”

“Yes Nicky,” she said, sliding into Tytus’s former office.

“This can’t be right. It’s too low. Where’s my money?”

Trixie smiled at him, “Nicky, what do you mean? You made the third most sales this quarter?”

“Third?”

“Yes. You, Tytus and Jerome.”

“Who?”

“Tytus JEROME Monroe.”

Nick’s hands fell into his hands. His eyes caught a glimpse of something under his desk, crumpled in the corner was a blood red garment, The Cornhusker “N” stained with dried white cum.

He was filled with dread, realizing he was going to have to break the news that the financial windfall his wife was expecting was going to go into the ever growing pile of “almosts” that littered their fractured life.

********

Eight Months Later

Andrea waddled into Nick’s office, her belly looked so huge it could have used a wheel barrow. Her breasts had ballooned in size, watermelon-like, in anticipation of what the sonogram revealed to be twin boys.

Nick watched her labored movements as she greeted Trixie warmly near the office bullpen, they laughed, comparing their enormous bellies.

She had come to drop off lunch to Nick. He had been traveling for weeks at a time during the pregnancy, working hard to get enough money to support his wife and the babies. By E&I records, the over eager salesman had introduced some 100,000 monster black cocks into the formerly lily-white market. Nick was single handedly responsible for putting Omaha on the map as a city for future expansion for enhanced black men to settle and spread their seed. 

The couple's sex life had become virtually non-existent, Andrea could barely feel him and she had encouraged Nick to resume wearing condoms to “help with the mess”. 

Unfortunately, even his condom-clad orgasms were few and far between. The stressed sales lead had developed a particularly nasty case of erectile dysfunction from the stress and his wife’s disinterest. His constant bedroom failures were observed by the now ever present monster black cocks that sat in a row, their usage evident, on Andrea’s side of the bed.

As they sat in the office Nick had pined for for years they were interrupted by Old Man Abernathy, his voice excited as he spoke, “Nicky, I know you’ve been burning the candle at both ends so I talked to the men at King Plastics. Meet Leon, Deon, and Big George was it?”

Nick’s face fell as three massive black bodies filled his office, their scent, a smell Nick had tried to scrub away with gallons of household cleaners, enveloped the office.

Andrea looked up from her seat, her smile beaming at the new talent.

  

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