Naughty Pictures (2020)

 

Naughty Pictures

 

Copyright 2000 by Stormbringer

Revised 2009

Revised 2020 (South Florida Universe tie-in)

 

Kelly kept glancing at the bulletin board while the photographer tried to take her and her husband's Christmas card picture. This year’s picture would not be the best. Her husband, James, had a perpetual scowl on his face ever since, Sue, the young female photographer had mistaken him for Kelly’s father. This wasn't that unusual since James was twenty-eight years older than his thirty-year-old wife.

What continued to draw her attention to the bulletin board was the message that read: Naughty Pictures $69.99 The perfect present for anniversaries, birthdays, or just to say I love you. Guaranteed to put the spark back in your marriage. Kelly was desperate to put some life back into her marriage.  Their tenth anniversary was two months away and she thought that some sexy boudoir photographs might be just the thing to do the trick.

James had pursued Kelly the moment he saw her at her debutante ball in Boston. He was an average looking, slightly pudgy man, but he was extremely wealthy and she had agreed to date him. They had married less than a year later and James had taken her virginity on their wedding night. Sex had been uninspiring at first and had gone downhill ever since. Still, she had her needs and found her sex drive was growing as she aged, where James could barely manage one erection a month. James' nice five-inch penis swelled but flopped limply in her hand almost every time she tried to make him hard and that had been the case for close to eight years ever since James developed diabetes and started taking blood pressure medication. Naughty pictures just might put a little steel into his penis once again.

The problem with posing for sexy photographs was that Kelly was embarrassed by her body. She didn't like wearing even a modest one-piece bathing suit or skirts shorter than knee length. Boys didn't even notice her until she wore her debutante gown. All that attention had made her so uncomfortable she had never worn anything that daring again. She didn't think she could wear anything "naughty" in front of her husband let alone a stranger photographer.

They finished up their session and Sue showed them the pictures on the computer screen. James selected the one that flattered him the best and they left. He was still scowling as they walked out of the Sunset Palms mall in Miami and into the heat and humidity of South Florida even in late November.

They didn't like going places where commoners hung out and James led her straight towards his waiting Mercedes. They were almost to the exit when Kelly realized she had forgotten her purse. Kelly told her husband she would be right back and she hurried back to the photography studio to retrieve her purse. She grabbed her purse, relieved it was still there as it was from Saks and she had noticed a black man lurking about. She thanked Sue again and apologized for her husband’s rudeness. Kelly turned back to the exit and her eyes paused on the bulletin board again. Before she could chicken out, she found herself walking back over to the photographer.

"Excuse me," asked Kelly. "I'm curious about the pictures?"

"They'll be ready in plenty of time for Christmas," replied the photographer.

"Not them," Kelly said lowering her voice, "the $69.99 special."

"Oh, the naughty pictures special," said the photographer so loudly it made Kelly’s cheeks flush. “For the price, I will go to your home provided it’s in the Miami region and take boudoir style photos of you in various poses and outfits or even tasteful nudes."

“No nudes,” replied Kelly, shocked at the very suggestion. "I'm not even sure I’d be comfortable wearing anything too revealing."

"That's no problem," said the photographer smiling. "We can start with something conservative and take it from there. Many wives even like wearing their wedding gowns."

Kelly still wasn't sure she wanted to do this, but James was waiting, and if she knew her husband, waiting impatiently, so she made an appointment anyway. She gave the photographer a day in mid-January that she knew James would be away on business. He’d be back just in time for their tenth anniversary and Sue promised she could rush the pictures. Kelly could always cancel the appointment if she chickened out. The photographer wrote the date down on a wall calendar and Kelly left. The young black man she’d seen lurking about holding the door open for her. She was careful not to look him in the eyes or say anything to him as she hurried back to her husband, waiting in the car with the air conditioning on full blast.

Christmas and New Year’s came and went. James managed to get an erection once in the last month and they made love. Four minutes later, he was fast asleep and Kelly was resisting the urge to touch herself sinfully as he’d finished just when it felt like she was getting started. She didn't sleep at all that night and her frustration finally made up her mind about the naughty pictures. The following night, she dreamed that the pictures had aroused James so much, he couldn’t keep his hands off her for a week.

**********

On the day the photographer was supposed to arrive, Kelly got out of bed and took a shower. Her husband had left the night before and she was alone in their big house. She got out of the shower and toweled herself dry. Still nude, Kelly walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. Even alone she felt exposed and had a desire to cover herself up. She knew she had a figure most women would kill for. A figure that rivaled the women on the billboards advertising dancers for the many nudie clubs in Miami and the surrounding area. She had large breasts with dark pink nipples that stood out against her pale white skin. Her areolae were small, but her nipples were long and fat. They hardened easily, prominent even through her bulky clothes, and men often stared at them. She hated the attention, trying to will them down, but with every male glance, they seemed to swell even more, to the point they throbbed.

Her waist was narrow, tapering down until her hips flared out again. Her stomach was nice and flat down to her light brown pubic hair. Her hair was also light brown and reached down to the tops of her breasts. Her body was amazingly fit and toned considering she didn’t workout aside from swimming daily laps in her pool.

Kelly smiled at her reflection and checked the corners of her eyes. Still no crow's feet. She still looked exactly like the eighteen-year-old debutante; James had married. The only weight she had gained over the years was in her breasts, her teenage C-cups growing to DD.

Still nude, she walked back to the bedroom and rummaged around in the back of her large walk-in closet. She pulled her wedding dress out and looked at it for the first time in ten years. It was a beautiful lacy white dress that left her arms bare and revealed some cleavage, actually quite daring for her. All the guests had gasped when she had first appeared at her wedding and none of the men had taken their eyes off her all night. For a change, she liked the attention, she was the bride after all.

Kelly slipped the dress on over her head, proud that it was still a perfect fit other than her breasts being a little snug. They looked huge pushed up against the dress's fabric. Kelly took the dress off and draped it over the chair by her bed. She put on her modest one-piece bathing suit, pulling a sweatshirt and pants on over it. She felt exposed until the sweats covered her body. She had a funny feeling in her stomach at the thought of posing for the photographer and she was surprised to realize that half was nervousness, but the other half was the excitement that posing for these pictures would greatly enhance her sex life.

Kelly checked the time. She still had an hour until the photographer was due to arrive. She went downstairs, knowing it was a little early to start drinking, but she needed something to boost her courage and settle her stomach. She fixed a margarita and then another. She was finishing her second one when the doorbell rang.

Kelly swallowed down the rest of her drink and hurried to the door. She took a deep breath, then pulled the door open. She was surprised to find herself staring at a broad masculine chest and even more surprised to see it was a young black man when she glanced up at his face. She repressed the instinct to slam the door in his face. Kelly frowned when she saw a camera tripod hanging over his shoulder and a camera case under his arm.

"Hello Mrs. Johnson," said the black man, "I'm Ike, here for your photography session."

Kelly stood still for a second with her mouth open in shock. The young black man didn't look older than eighteen and he was huge. "There must be some mistake," Kelly said. "I wasn't expecting you." She vaguely remembered a black man at the photography studio when Sue had taken their Christmas picture.

"Sue's son took ill and she asked me to fill in for her. Trust me, I'm a great photographer. You'll love the pictures."

"I’m not sure this is appropriate."

"You have a problem that I'm black?" he asked. His brow furrowed as he stared at her accusingly.

"No! Of course not. Not at all," she lied, feigning indignation. Already she had said more words to this young man than she had to all the black people she had ever met. "I was expecting a women photographer. I mean, it’s not appropriate because I'm married."

"I understand," he said, nodding and smiling. "I’ve done these dozens of times, but If you want to cancel, we can wait until Sue is available, but that could be weeks."

This ruined all her plans, thought Kelly. She needed these pictures next week. She didn’t have a backup plan and James was hard to buy gifts for.

“If it helps, consider me gay,” said Ike, grinning.

It did help, but gay and black were two strikes in her book. "Alright come on in," she said opening the door wide. He didn’t look gay. He looked like a street thug from Overtown or maybe even Little Haiti considering his skin was so dark. Homosexuals were often physically fit though or at least the ones that frequented South Beach were. Gay or not, she still didn't know if she could go through with this, but she did know one thing, she'd need another margarita before she'd be ready to try.

Kelly gave the photographer a tour of her house and explained that she was looking for some bathing suit shots and then some pictures of her in her wedding dress. The black man said he'd need thirty minutes to set up. She immediately returned to the bar and fixed another margarita, followed by another. Soon a warm glow was spreading throughout her stomach from the alcohol and she was feeling a little dizzy.

"Alright Mrs. Johnson, I’m set up," the photographer called from the pool.

Kelly finished her drink and stood up. She walked out to the pool and saw that he had set up three cameras pointed at the steps leading down into the pool.

"Ok ma'am," he said. "Strip down to your suit and go over to the steps." Ike frowned when she walked over to the small enclosed shower to change. He frowned again when she came out with a beach towel wrapped around her. "Ready when you are," he said. Kelly hesitated a moment before dropping the towel. He was disappointed by the lame one-piece suit she was wearing. He had been expecting a bikini, but this thing looked like something women wore in the 1930s. Still, it couldn't hide what had to be the sexiest body he had ever seen on a woman. Impossibly huge nipples were trying to poke through the material of her top and her breasts were mouth-watering. "Now slowly walk into the water," he said.

This was the hardest thing she had ever done and she shivered as she slowly walked down the steps of the pool. There’d been some cool nights lately and the water was cold. The black man stayed huddled behind the tripod snapping pictures as she slowly emerged herself up to her thighs.

"Now swim over to me," he said following her progress across the pool with his camera. "Perfect. You look beautiful. Now haul yourself out and sit on the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water."

She did as he said and the black man bent down and put his hands on her shoulders adjusting them to his liking, then he threw her hair around one shoulder. It was the first time any man other than James had touched her. She found she didn't mind all that much. It wasn't like this young black man was a peer of hers or anything and the pose would make a nice picture.

“Smile," he said snapping a few shots. "Your smile lights up your face. Now come on out and lay on your side on this cot."

Kelly got out of the pool and almost stumbled as the heat of the day contrasted with the cold pool water causing all the alcohol to rush to her head. She was grateful to sit back down on her deck cot. She moved the back down on the cot so it was flat so she could lay down. The photographer kneeled and snapped a few shots before sighing loudly.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Well, I don't want to sound too forward, but that bathing suit looks like something my grandmother would wear. I know these pictures are for your anniversary and if you’re looking to really excite your husband, you need to wear something more revealing, something a little sexier."

Kelly sighed. The black man was right, of course. She had worn this bathing suit around her husband before and he hadn't paid any attention to her then so why should he now? "Ummm," she wiggled her finger at him.

"Ike," he said.

"Yes, Ike," she repeated his name. "You’re right, but this is my only suit."

"You’re in luck," he replied. "We supply a selection of outfits at no additional cost. Let me go get them."

Kelly watched him run out of the house to his car. She hadn't expected this. She needed more confidence, so she went into the house to make another drink. It was hot, so Kelly thought it would be nice to make the black man a drink too. He came back carrying a couple of boxes when she was halfway through her margarita.  She handed him his drink.

"No thanks, I'm underage," he said.

No problem, she thought, I'll drink it.

“Here, try this on," he said handing her a box.

She peeked inside. The box contained one of the smallest bikinis she had ever seen. "I can't wear this," she said looking at the eye patch sized cups, "I mean, I can't wear something someone else has worn."

"I can assure you that all our clothes are brand new," said Ike. He wasn’t lying. Ike had shoplifted everything from “Spicy” a store several units down from Sue’s studio. The store specialized in sexy outfits and many of its customers were nude dancers. "At least try it on." Ike saw she was still hesitating and added, "Trust me, Mrs. Johnson. I know my stuff. My pictures have probably saved more marriages than a marriage counselor."

"There's nothing wrong with my marriage," said Kelly as she tucked the box with the bikini under her arm and marched off to the outside shower to change. The damn black man knew just the right thing to say.

Kelly entered the shower and closed the door. She slid her one-piece off and laid it over the rim of the shower enclosure. She picked up the bikini top and examined it closely. She could barely figure out how to put it on. Finally, she figured it out, her shaky fingers managing to tie the strings behind her neck. The top was about one size too small and it only covered about a third of her breasts. Her damn nipples were rock hard from the cold water stretching the material out even further. The panties were even more confusing. It was all strings except for one narrow piece of fabric. She decided the fabric was supposed to cover her pubic hair. She stepped into it, tying the strings over her hips. Kelly looked down at her body. She couldn't get a good view in the narrow enclosure, but she knew the bikini was way too revealing. Sure, it wasn’t any different from what the women in South Beach wore and most of them went topless on the beach. Still, she wasn’t a South Beach model and she couldn't wear it outside, even around her private pool in front of a gay photographer. She reached up to grab her old suit.

IT WAS GONE!

Kelly frowned and assumed it had fallen over the wall. She stooped and looked under the enclosure, but it was nowhere to be seen. She decided it was a sign that she should go through with this and marshaling her courage she stepped outside the shower.

Kelly immediately noticed her suit lying over the back of a chair drying in the sun. The black man was fiddling with his camera. She assumed her suit had blown down and the photographer had thrown it over the chair to dry. She wasn't surprised to see that he had taken his shirt off since it was a hot day and getting hotter, but she was surprised to see he had the most muscular chest she had ever seen. Kelly hadn't seen so many muscles in one place before and found herself wishing her husband had a quarter of the black man's muscles. A thin layer of sweat was causing his black skin to glisten in the sun.

She forced her eyes off his chest and up to his face. He was handsome in a brutish way. He had a shaved head, flat nose, and big lips. He was also one of the darkest black men she had ever seen which made her think Haitian again even though he didn’t have an accent. "What's next?" she asked.

Ike had forced himself not to react when he saw the bikini-clad woman walk out of the shower. He felt his cock swelling as he stared at her big titties jiggling in the tight top and caught a glimpse of her bare ass in the little G-string. "Well now that you're properly attired, I think we should redo the other poses," he said. "Let’s try walking down the steps again.”

Kelly felt a cool breeze on her rear and looking back she realized her posterior was bared to the world. One of the strings on the bikini bottoms was sliding up between her buttocks. She was a little surprised to find that the bikini was quite comfortable. She found wearing it to be somewhat liberating.

Kelly ran through the same poses she had in the last shoot. The one exception being that the photographer had her duck under the water and took some shots of her bursting out of the pool. She found she enjoyed following his orders. He had just finished taking pictures of her lying on her side on the cot, when she heard him yell, "Damn."

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"My shirt just blew in the water. Please keep an eye on me while I fish it out. I can't swim."

Ike walked behind her cot so that Kelly was facing away from him and he grabbed the pool net off the wall. Now or never, he thought reaching into his shorts pocket for the camera remote. He concealed the remote in his hand and threw the net over his shoulder. He hit the remote and snapped some pictures of him walking behind Mrs. Johnson.

The black guy walked past her and he began trying to net his shirt from the pool. Kelly kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't fall in. Her eyes kept wandering down his chest, frowning confused at the way his shorts were bulging out in the front with a long tubular growth running down one leg. She forced her eyes up, running them over his six-pack stomach, broad muscular chest, and then back up to his face. Staring at the chest of an eighteen-year-old black man wasn't proper for a thirty-year-old, married white woman.

Ike took more pictures with the remote as he tried to net his shirt. Hopefully, she was staring at him as he snapped the shots. If he had set up the cameras right, it would look like a horny housewife staring lustfully at her pool boy.

Ike retrieved his shirt and draped it next to her one-piece suit. He said, "Ok just a few more and we'll move inside. Do you have any lotion? You’re starting to burn."

"You're right," she said. "I'd better go get some. I'm not used to exposing this much skin."

Kelly ran into the house and upstairs. She grabbed her lotion off the bureau in the bedroom and skidded to a stop when she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror.

She gazed at her reflection in shock. The wet bikini was completely see-thru! She could see her big red nipples straining against the thin fabric of the top and she could see her pubic hair underneath the thin material of the bikini bottoms. She spun around looking at the nude, white moon of her posterior. She was showing off more of her body in this bikini than even her husband had ever seen. James had never seen her nude in a well-lit room. If she had known how revealing this bikini was, she never would have worn it. Oh well, she shrugged, too late now and I do look great, she thought, giggling. She smiled at her reflection and returned downstairs. Maybe she'd even keep the bikini and wear it around the pool when no one else was home.

Kelly sat down on the cot and laid back as she began rubbing lotion into her arms and legs. The black man kneeled before her with a camera in his hand and started snapping some shots when her hands moved to her chest. "Ummm?"

"Ike," he said gruffly. This rich white bitch couldn't even be bothered to remember his name.

"Ike, what are you doing?"

"These will make for some sexy shots. Now rub lotion around the tops of those big titties."

She didn't like him crudely commenting on her breasts, but her hands moved to obey him. He then had her rub lotion all over her belly as he snapped some more shots. She turned over to do her back.

Here let me help you," said Ike grabbing the bottle of lotion from her hand before she could object. He pulled out the remote and started taking pictures as he poured lotion on her back and started rubbing it in. It should look like the white wife had asked the pool boy to rub lotion on her back. People paid good money to look at shit like this on the internet.

She tensed up when Ike first touched her, but his big hands felt good on her back and she relaxed a little as he moved down to the small of her back. She jumped again when his hand ran over her left butt cheek. She was about to protest, but by then he was rubbing oil onto her right cheek. His hand moved down to her thigh and it took all her willpower not to spread her legs open. She sucked her lower lips in her mouth to keep from moaning. Jim had given her a gift card for a professional massage, but she’d never redeemed it, not wanting a stranger to touch her. She wondered if the card might still be good?

Her inner thighs were feeling damp. She hoped it was sweat or that the black photographer had used too much oil, but she could feel it leaking out from between her legs. Exposing so much of her body was slowly arousing her. She blamed the alcohol, drinking often made her horny much to her husband’s delight early on in their marriage. Still, it shouldn’t be happening while a young thuggish black man was touching her and she felt disgusted with herself.  This was all James' fault for not taking care of her needs. He'd better be able to get it up on their anniversary. She wasn't even sure that she could wait another week.

"That should be enough," she told Ike as his hands were coating her calves.

He immediately stopped and walked around before her face. Again, she noticed the tubular deformity in his pants. "Why don't you get on all fours," he said. Ike took some pictures, adding, "Now squeeze those big titties between your arms. Your husbands gonna love this pose." Her breasts looked tremendous hanging ponderously like udders. They strained the material of her top so much, it almost looked like she was topless. “You’re stunning. Clearly, you’ve modeled before?”

“No, never,” she replied, blushing.

“That’s hard to believe.” Ike walked around her, snapping pictures. "Damn," he said. "Hold the pose. The sun's glaring off your sexy round ass." He grabbed the towel and walked behind her. Ike stood behind her and pulled his shorts down under his balls, releasing his enormous coal-black cock. "Stay still,” he said, wiping the towel across her ass. “My bad, I put too much lotion on your cheeks.” He dropped the towel out of sight of the camera and held his twelve-inch cock rearing over her ass cheeks and took a picture. He quickly pushed his cock down so that it looked like he was getting ready to penetrate her and took a few more. He could always airbrush out the bikini strings.

 "Wait, there’s still a glare," he said picking the towel back up and wiping her ass. "Hold the pose." He grabbed the base of his big cock and squeezed. Ike bent over and stuck his tongue just above her cheeks so that it looked like he was getting ready to tongue her asshole and took some more pictures. He then stood back up straight. He was still squeezing his cock and it had swollen even bigger from the blood filling it. He held his cock above her ass and posed so that it looked like he was about to cum.

“You almost done?” asked Kelly. For a moment, she’d felt a hot breeze on her rear end.

"Hold the pose," he said, trying to stuff his cock back into his shorts. He walked around in front of her again and got behind a tripod. "Hold it, hold it," he said snapping some pictures, "and we’re done."

Kelly sighed with relief and stretched. "What's next?" she asked.

"We’ll move to the bedroom. How much time do you need to dry your hair and touch up your make-up?"

"Around a half an hour," she replied.

"Good," he said. "I'll need that much time to set up the cameras in the bedroom.”

Ike worked quickly while Mrs. Johnson freshened up in the bathroom. He opened his laptop and connected his camera, downloading the images he’d taken so far. While they were downloading, he retrieved two video cameras from his car and set them up on tripods aimed at the bed.

**********

Ike whistled when Kelly walked out of the bathroom wearing her wedding dress. "You make a beautiful bride Mrs. Johnson," he said.

Kelly blushed. Ike had a way of making her feel special, sexy even. She knew she was good looking, but it was nice to hear it once in a while. James rarely complimented her. She looked around the room. He had set up a series of cameras all pointed at her luxurious canopied bed. She sat down on the bed and he snapped a few pictures from various angles.  "Lay down and pretend you’re asleep," said Ike getting some close-ups. He noticed a lacy white sleeping mask laying on the nightstand by the bed. "Here this will look good," he said snatching it up.

Kelly put the mask on and laid back down pretending to be asleep. She heard the camera going off just over her head as the photographer took some close-ups. She was blissfully unaware of the massive black cock hovering in the air just inches over her face.

Ike was fucking proud of his big fat cock. He’d shaved his pubes like a real porn star to make it look bigger and through the camera lens, it looked even bigger. "Yawn Mrs. Johnson like you’re just waking up," he said pushing the head of his cock dangerously close to her lips when she did. This caption would be “the virgin bride while waiting for her husband doesn't suspect there's an intruder in her room”.

"Keep the mask on, but sit up on the bed," he said taking pictures of his cock outlined against her face from various angles. “Turn your head this way,” he said, placing a hand on her head and turning her so that her mouth was an inch from his cock. “Purse your lips like you’re about to blow a kiss,” he ordered. “Great, stick your tongue out and run it over your lips.” He snapped some pictures looking down at his cock bobbing before her mouth while the video cameras recorded everything and a secondary camera snapped away. In one pose he stood before the camera/ video arrangement and flexed his ass so that it would look like he was cumming in her mouth. Finally, Ike finished and stuffed his cock back into his shorts. "You can take the mask off now."

Kelly did and smiled at him. She was starting to enjoy modeling for Ike. "Put this on," he said handing her another white box. She looked inside and saw a lacy white lingerie ensemble. It was beautiful and similar to her wedding dress. Kelly fell in love with the lingerie the moment she saw it. She quickly ran to the bathroom to put it on. It was sexy, but not as revealing as the bikini. It consisted of white nylons and a garter belt. The bra and panties were lacy, white, and teased the viewer with a hint of a nipple and pubic hair underneath the lace. The only strange thing was that the panties had no crotch, an ingenious idea for going to the bathroom. She couldn't believe how sensual it made her feel when she finished putting it on. She hoped the photographer would allow her to keep this outfit too.

"Put the wedding dress back on over it," called Ike from the bedroom.

Kelly frowned. She didn't want to cover back up. She could wear this outfit forever, but she obeyed him and put the dress back on. She immediately felt smothered by the dress. Kelly was relieved when Ike said that he wanted some shots of her undressing and she liked the idea. He posed her in front of the big camera and she slowly stripped for him. He helped her unzip the back and she slowly pulled the gown down until her bra covered breasts were revealed. Then she pulled it down further over her thin waist until her sexy stomach was revealed, exposing more as the dress was pulled down to her hips. She kept the headpiece and veil covering her face. He took a lot of shots of her topless like that and then told her to pull the dress off. She obeyed him smiling and posing for the camera as she stripped down to the lingerie.

"I bet your husband doesn't know what a sexy wife he has," said Ike pulling her dress out of the way. Now lay down on the bed on your back. Kelly wasn't doing this for her husband anymore. She was doing this for herself. It made her feel beautiful and special as she laid down on the bed. She’d cherish these pictures even more than James would. Ike bent over and parted her legs slightly and bent one of her knees up. He then kneeled at the foot of the bed and took some pictures of her body lying down.

Ike's cock was starting to hurt as he looked at her pussy slit revealed by the crotch-less panties. He snapped some pictures of her pussy and grinned when he noticed it was glistening with moisture. "Put the mask back on and pretend you’re asleep," he said, pulling his cock back out as she covered her eyes. He took a lot of pictures of his dark cock superimposed over her white body and for a finale he pulled her legs apart and took several pictures of his footlong dick pointing right at her open pussy.

Kelly felt cold air on her crotch and realized she was showing off her vagina. She quickly squeezed her legs closed and pulled off the mask. Ike’s back was turned to her, fiddling with his camera again, and hadn't even noticed. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now lean forward and let one of your bra straps hang down," he said turning back to her with a camera in hand. Kelly compiled and the bra strap fell far enough that her breast popped out. She raised her hand to pull her bra back up.

"Stop," said Ike practically drooling at the sight of her fat pink, inch-long nipple standing out over her milky white breast. "Let’s show your husband that big nipple."

Kelly willingly complied with his order. Her nipples were rock hard and they were rubbing against the lacy material of the bra, irritating her. "Spread your fingers over those beautiful boobs so that your nipple is between your fingers." Ike watched Kelly comply. "I can’t believe you’ve never modeled before. You’re a natural. The camera loves you. Your husband is going to love these pictures. Now show him your other tit." Ike watched her remove the entire bra, exposing her nipples to the air. Never had he dreamed she would willingly go this far.

"How sexy are you willing to get?" Ike asked her.

"I'm not ready to quit yet," she replied, sitting up straight, her boobs thrust out towards him. For a gay man, he was staring hungrily at her breasts.

"Bring one of your nipples up to your mouth," he said grinning as she did it. "Now lick one of your nipples." He ran behind the video and zoomed in on her upper body. Kelly hesitated and then kissed her nipple.

"You've got to be the sexiest woman I've ever seen," Ike said, trying not to groan in lust.

"Do you really think I'm sexy?" she asked, cocking her head at him before her tongue came out to twirl around one of her nipples.

"Fuck yeah," he said pointing at his crotch, "Look what you're doing to me.”

Kelly frowned at his language and looked down at his shorts. His shorts were obscenely bulging out. The tubular object looked like he had stuffed a baseball bat and two baseballs under his shorts. "What do you mean?" she asked, furrowing her brows.

"Look how hard my cock is," he replied.

"Th-that can't be real." She shook her head in disbelief. It had to be fake. He shoved a paper towel tube in his pants or maybe even a Pringles can.

"Oh, it's real enough."

"I don't believe you," she said staring at his crotch. “Penises don’t get that big.”

Penises don’t, but black cocks do,” he grunted, opening his shorts. "Here, I'll prove it," he said pulling his shorts down before she could protest. He held his cock a foot away from her face as he pressed the remote like crazy, capturing all the fear, awe, and incredulity written on her face.

"I don't believe it," she said staring in amazement at his fat black monstrosity. It was a foot long and as thick as her wrist. The head was as big as a plum and his balls actually were as big as baseballs. His testicles hung down almost halfway to his knees. His penis was frighteningly large. “Impossible,” she muttered, shaking her head, yet unable to look away.

"Touch it if you want to, but hurry we have to finish up."

Kelly couldn't stop her hands from reaching out to touch his massive penis. Her hand slid around the crown and grabbed the shaft. It was so thick; her fingers didn’t meet. It was real all right. She could feel it giving off heat and his pulse beating in the giant blue-black veins keeping the monster erect. She cupped his balls with one hand surprised at their weight. She squeezed the head of his cock and watched a drop of liquid ooze out of the tip. The drop of liquid was almost as much as one of her husband's orgasms. She was wrong, his penis wasn't frightening, it was magnificent.

"I don't see what the big deal is," said Ike snapping away on the remote.

"You're gigantic. I didn't know penises got this big."

"Who me?" he asked. "As black cocks go, I'm only a little bigger than average.”

"But your almost three times as big as my husband," she said suddenly feeling cheated. It wasn't even the size of Ike's black penis-cock that had her feeling jealous, it was how hard it got. She had to squeeze her husband's little penis tightly just to get it hard enough to fit in her vagina. Ike's penis was as hard as a baseball bat.

"You poor thing," he said stroking her hair. "You don't know how good sex can be until you've had a big black cock in your pussy. I'm surprised you even feel your husband's penis when he's in you. Tell you what, suck on it and maybe I'll let you fuck me."

Kelly was so used to following Ike's orders, she found herself leaning forward with her mouth open just before she came to her senses. She reared back away from Ike's monster penis. She had been so entranced by it, that she hadn't paid too much attention to what he was saying. She had been about to put a man's penis in her mouth. She'd never done that, even for James. "I think we should quit now," said Kelly. She held her arm across her breasts. She was suddenly a little frightened of the photographer. She watched as Ike strained with great difficulty to stuff his penis back into his shorts and she breathed a sigh of relief when it was gone.

"Sorry Mrs. Johnson," he said. "I'll just go bring up the pictures on the computer and you can pick out which ones you want to show your husband. Give me about thirty minutes."

Kelly's stomach was fluttering when she went into the bathroom and threw a robe on over the white lingerie. Her hands were shaking and she was completely disgusted with herself. Something deep inside her had wanted to put the young black man's penis in her mouth. She was mad at herself for drinking too much and getting carried away, but mostly she was mad at her husband. If Ike's penis was slightly above average, then her husband's penis must be a pygmy or something. Black cocks were obviously superior to regular old penises. James had money and power, but compared to Ike, he wasn't even half a man. She knew one thing though; the image of that big black cock would forever be imprinted on her brain.

"You can go look at the pictures now," said Ike returning from the den. "They're even better than I'd hoped. I think we should show all of them to your husband.”

Well, they better be good enough to give my worthless husband at least one erection on our anniversary, thought Kelly as she walked over to the black man’s laptop. Her eyes glanced back at his crotch, lingering a moment. It looked like he was still hard despite being gone for thirty minutes.

James reloaded the cameras and checked that the video recorders were pointed at the bed. He then walked over to the snobby bitch’s bed and hid the camera remote under the pillows. He pulled his shorts and shoes off before laying down on the big white bed completely nude while waiting for the star of his porn to return. Well, the best-supporting actress maybe, the star was between his legs.

Kelly sat down before the computer and looked at the images. She felt bile rise in her throat when she saw the pictures. The screen was filled with pornography. There was a giant black cock like Ike's poised behind some slut’s rear end. What kind of a pervert had she let into her house? Kelly was reaching for the phone to call the police when she saw the next picture.

She gasped in horror when she saw Ike's big penis pointing down at her open mouth as she laid on the bed with the mask on. Kelly gasped again and started to cry. She deleted the pictures and tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't hold her weight. What had she gotten herself into? She looked up, tears running down her cheeks. The black man’s Adonis-like physique stood out against the white background of her bed. He was lying nude on her bed grinning at her, his hands behind his head. His giant penis was still hard and his testicles were so large they were splayed out on the bedspread.

"What kind of a monster are you?"

"Just a man who saw a woman he had to fuck," replied Ike.

"What do you want from me?"

"Isn't it obvious," he said holding his cock out so that it proudly rose into the sky.

“B-but you’re gay?”

"I said, consider me gay. I never said I was gay.”

“But I'm married."

"Not for much longer if your husband sees those pictures.”

“F-fuck you,” she said, stuttering out the unfamiliar word. “I deleted everything.”

“I copied everything onto this flash drive,” he said, pulling the small storage device out from under the pillow next to the camera remote. “If you give me your body for the rest of the day, you can have the flash drive," he said waving the remote over his head.

Kelly didn't have much choice. If James saw those pictures, he’d divorce her, her parents would disown her, she'd lose all her friends, and the worst of all, she'd be destitute. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, thinking of ways to snatch the drive from him and run.

"Suck my cock."

Kelly gulped, her eyes focusing on the huge black cock he was still holding up with one hand. She had never done that before, but if she could distract him enough, she might be able to grab the drive. Worst case scenario, she’d get him off, he'd be done with her and leave. This ordeal could all be over in five minutes. "Promise me you won't orgasm in my mouth."

"You're in no position to make demands," he said, "but I promise."

Kelly walked towards the bed. He was still holding his cock up. His other hand was under the pillow protecting the flash drive. She kneeled on the bed between his legs and wrapped her hand around the thick shaft near the base of his penis when he released it. She looked at his black penis with its dark purplish-black blood-engorged head. She had no idea where to start. She finally decided to lick it like a lollipop and then suck on it.

Ike looked over at the video camera and winked. He had angled it to capture all the action on the bed. He had also zoomed one camera in on his crotch to get close-ups of the action. His hand was busy pressing the remote under the pillow.

Kelly stuck her tongue out and tasted a penis for the first time. She licked around the head and decided it wasn't that bad. It didn’t taste like sweat or urine, but it was giving off a musky scent that smelled masculine. She stretched her mouth open wide around the head and she decided it needed more lubrication, so she started licking again.

"Suck my balls, Mrs. Johnson," he ordered.

Kelly had no choice but to obey. She let his cock plop back against his stomach and she bent down further to kiss his balls. She tried to suck them into her mouth, but the baseball-sized testicles were too big for her.

"Hmmm, Mrs. Johnson," he moaned, "suck that big black cock,” said Ike, still pretending to be the pool boy for the video.

Kelly automatically leaped to obey his command. Much to her disgust, her body was responding to what she was doing. She was still topless underneath the robe and her nipples were hard, rubbing against the underside of the fabric. The area between her legs was gushing, fluid running down her thighs through the crotch-less panties.

Ike watched her head bobbing up and down several inches of his dick and said, "You enjoying your first taste of black cock, Mrs. Johnson?"

Damn him, but in a way she was. It was challenging to see how much of this monster she could take down her throat and how long she could hold her breath. She decided to separate Ike's "cock" from her husband's penis. She would never suck on another man's penis or be unfaithful to her husband. She was being blackmailed to suck on a cock and as it was so different from James’ penis, it felt like they were two different things entirely. It didn’t feel like she was cheating and if she could just make him orgasm, this would all be over.

Kelly started sucking hard and fast to get this over with. She considered every inch a challenge and she had managed to swallow about eight inches in twenty minutes. She became so focused sucking his black cock, she forgot all about grabbing the flash drive. Her jaw was sore as she pulled her mouth off and asked, "Aren't you close yet?"

"Not yet, slut."

Kelly couldn't believe he had this kind of stamina. She must suck at this so bad that he didn't feel anything. Kelly wished that she had practiced more. Of course, she wasn’t actually enjoying this. She just refused to admit she was a failure at it. She redoubled her efforts pushing more of his cock down her throat and stroking the remaining three inches with her hand.

She sucked on his cock for another twenty minutes, resting every couple of sucks, but continuing to lick around the head as she caught her breath while jerking his shaft off with her hands. She went down on him again and had ten inches down her throat when she found herself gagging, but forced herself to suppress it. It wasn’t easy. It seemed to her that his cock was swelling even bigger. Kelly's free hand slid under his big, heavy balls and cupped them. His balls were moving back and forth, tightening up and pumping. A sign he was about to orgasm?

Kelly pulled up. She had seven inches in her mouth and was sliding the rest out when she felt his cock shake.  A big gob of hot sperm struck the walls of her throat and slid into her belly. She tried to pull back even faster, the cock jerking again. Sperm continued to explode from the end as the cock left her throat and slid into her mouth. The big black cock was discharging his hot seed so fast that her mouth filled with sperm and she was forced to swallow so she could breathe. It filled again and she pulled her mouth off the tip of his cock, swallowing again, excess sperm dribbling down her chin even as her face was splattered with his hot seed.

Sperm continued to fly from the end of his cock, covering her face from her hairline to her chin, and not knowing what else to do, she clamped her mouth back over the tip. She moaned lustfully as her mouth filled again. She was surprised that it didn't taste all that bad, good actually, but the sheer amount was overwhelming. Her belly was filling so fast, she wouldn't have room for dinner. Ike's first wad had been more than her husband orgasmed in a year and the half dozen or so wads since hadn’t declined in volume much if at all. She could still feel his balls pumping even more sperm.

His orgasm probably lasted over a minute, but Kelly had lost all sense of time. Still, she felt triumphant at making Ike's cock explode and she wouldn’t mind trying this on her husband, but she wouldn't dare even suggest it. "Can I please have the flash drive now?" she asked after reluctantly taking her mouth off his cock. Her tongue flickered out, licking his sperm off her lips.

"When we’re done, slut. We’re just getting started." The black man sighed contentedly.

What the hell is he talking about? she thought, watching him stand up off the bed. He shouldn't be able to get another erection for at least a month. He stood before her and she gasped as he ripped off her robe. Kelly stood before him wearing only her white nylons, garter belt, and crotch-less panties. She felt something poking her in her belly button and she looked down and was horrified to see his cock was still big and hard. It had only deflated a couple of inches, slightly bent down instead of rearing up.

Mr. Johnson ever eat your pussy?"

"No," she replied. not quite sure what he was talking about, but her eyes opening wide as she took a guess.

“Then I’ll show you what you been missing.”

She yelped when Ike pushed her back over the bed on her back and his hulking body kneeled between her legs. Kelly's legs were spread open and she tried to close them, but Ike easily held them apart. She realized he was getting a view of her vagina that only her gynecologist had before. Why would anyone want to do this? She decided to do what she did on visits to her gynecologist and try to think about something else.

She felt around for the flash drive. If she could find it, she could get away from the black youth, or she could just do as he said and he’d give it to her. Then she had a really scary thought. He lied about coming in her mouth, maybe he was lying about giving her the flash drive?

 Kelly's train of thought was interrupted when something touched the area between her legs and her body jumped off the bed. Ike had caught her off guard. Now where was I, she thought staring at the ceiling. Yes, if I can find the drive, I could lock myself in a room and call the...

Her body spasmed again. She couldn't help but concentrate on what he was doing for a second. Ike's tongue was gently poking between her labia. As she wondered what he was doing, his tongue licked up her labia and her body spasmed again. Her nerve endings were tingling and she realized this wasn't invasive like a trip to the gynecologist. This felt good.

Ike started licking his tongue up and down her vagina and Kelly found her crotch rising and lowering along with his tongue. Her hands quit searching for the flash drive but started gripping the bed sheets in her fists. He paused for a minute and held his head away from her spread legs. Kelly desperately wanted him to go back to what he was doing.

Ike held his head back so that the video would get a good picture of her pretty little pussy spread open for him. He had snuck the remote under the bed and continued to take the occasional picture while the multiple cameras filmed the action.

Ike returned his head between her thighs. She wrapped her long legs over his shoulders and locked her ankles, squeezing his head between her thighs so that he couldn't back away again. Soon he was licking up and down her labia again and she was raising her crotch into the thrusts of his tongue trying to get more of it inside her. He changed his tactics and licked back and forth across her labia and her body spasmed again.

Kelly looked down between her breasts and found Ike was staring back up at her. She felt him grin against her vagina before he was licking up her labia again. This time his tongue flicked her clit and she found herself humping his tongue like crazy. Her stomach was undulating up and down and she was moaning. His tongue swirled once around her clit and she writhed in ecstasy, her fists gripping the sheets even tighter. She felt something building up in her womb and the intensity of it was both wonderful and frightening.

Then it was gone.

Ike had pulled his mouth off her pussy and he smiled at the expression of horror on her face. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"N-nothing," she replied. "Why did you stop." Her vagina was screaming for more, but she was too proud to beg.

"I thought I'd quit now," he said hearing her squeal in terror. "What's wrong, Mrs. Johnson? Not ready for me to quit? Ask nicely and I’ll keep licking your pussy."

"Don't stop licking me."

"What's the magic word?" he asked grinning.

"Please lick me," she said squirming.

"Beg me to eat your pussy."

"Please eat my pus- please eat my pussy," she said, then sighed when his tongue returned to her pussy. What was happening to her? She was begging a black man to eat her pussy. She smiled. Just like there was a difference between a cock and a penis, there were two things between her legs. Her vagina and her pussy. Her vagina was for her husband, but her pussy liked being licked even if it was by a young black man who was blackmailing her. The strange feeling in her womb had returned. It felt charged like the atmosphere did just before a storm broke. Ike's tongue was licking circles around her clit and her pelvis was thrusting into his face like crazy. Ike sucked her engorged clit hard in between his lips and the storm broke.

Her pussy spasmed yet again, but this time it felt like a series of firecrackers went off deep in her belly. Kelly wanted to scream, but only a squeal of pleasure escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled up in her head and her body tensed up, then it collapsed back onto the bed.

She had an orgasm!

Kelly thought that she had orgasmed once with James, but she was wrong. This was her first. Never had her body felt such pleasure, but instead of feeling happy, she felt horrible. This young black bastard had humiliated her. He had given her something her husband never had and never could. She started to cry.

Kelly thought he would leave now that he had humiliated her, but instead, she felt something poking at her pussy and sliding into her. He was sticking his giant black cock into her and a growing part of her wanted to know what it felt like to have a big cock in her pussy.

Could his cock make her orgasm also?

Strangely his cock didn't feel any bigger than her husband's penis. She looked down her body and saw that he had only violated her with his beefy index finger. When his finger was buried in her pussy, he quickly withdrew it and stuck two fingers into her, then he started licking her clit again.

His fingers started sliding up the top of the inside of her pussy and he started moving them in little circles. She gasped. Her gasps turned to moans. Her moans turned sobs of pleasure. Her body was humping up and down again and another orgasm came and then another and another.

The black bastard had opened a flood gate and a series of orgasms rocked her body causing her to writhe in pleasure. Her clit was distended and Ike clamped it between his lips, sucking on it. Kelly’s pussy soaked his fingers and mouth as she had a final orgasm so big, she nearly passed out.

When she recovered, he was lying next to her on the bed, running one big hand over her belly and breasts. It was strong, manly, and calloused, more a laborers hand than a photographer. His other hand held the flash drive and was slipping it back under the pillow.

 Kelly rolled over and reached out for the precious flash drive, now sticking half out from under his pillow. Ike's large black hand quickly shot out and grabbed hold of her arm. "Not so fast," he said. "You have it when I have you."

Kelly looked longingly down at the drive. She sighed and looked over at her blackmailer. He was holding his cock up so that it pointed up at the canopy over the bed. "There's no way I'm going to be able to fit that big thing in my pussy," she said eyeing his cock with trepidation. It was rock hard again.

"You’re going to fit every inch of this black cock in your little white pussy, Mrs. Johnson, or your husband is going to find some very naughty pictures of his wife in his email.”

Kelly couldn't bring herself to move and just laid next to him until Ike reached out and pulled her on top of him. She found herself lying on top of his hard body, her breasts mashed into his chest, his massive cock leaving an indentation in her belly. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her pink lips against his broad black ones. She kept her mouth closed, but her nose was pressed into his cheek and she couldn’t breathe. His tongue slid into her mouth when she gasped for air. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but instead, their tongues ended up dueling. He released her head, his strong hands grabbing and squeezing her rear end. She continued kissing him, moaning lustfully at the first truly passionate kiss of her life. Kelly found herself humping her pussy against the base of his cock until she finally pulled her mouth off his gasping for air.

Kelly sat up in his lap and stared down at her blackmailer. Her dainty white hands rested on the dark black skin of his hard chest. He was a solidly built man with a hard-sexy body. Her wet pussy was pressing down into the base of his shaft. Kelly began sliding her pussy up and down the length of his cock and despite herself, she let out a soft moan.

Kelly only had one option. She may have sucked at giving a blow job so much that he had lasted forever. However, she was good at sex and her husband rarely lasted longer than five minutes. If she could get him off quickly, she might be able to get out of taking twelve whole inches of black cock in her pussy. Like her husband, he would probably fall asleep immediately after he orgasmed and she could grab the flash drive and shove it down her garbage disposal.

"Just don't ejaculate in me," said Kelly.

"I promise," Ike replied.

Kelly snorted. She knew better than to trust him again. She would have to stay alert. When his cock swelled and when his balls started tightening up, he would be close and she could jump off him. Maybe, let him cum in her mouth again?

Kelly slid her pussy back over his balls, grabbed his cock, and held it up between her legs. She simply couldn't believe how long it was. She laid it back down and started working her pussy along the shaft. Maybe she could get him off like this without actually taking him inside her? She stared down at his cock between her thighs. It was soaked and glistening every time she slid back. She grabbed his shoulders, sliding her pussy up further than back, faster and faster. She gasped as she slid up too far along his shaft and her pussy lips parted around the fat head of his cock. She slid back quickly, but just as quickly her pussy was back over the head of his cock and pushing down onto it. Kelly quit sliding and started humping the head, her pussy lips spreading open to embrace the plump crowned head of his black cock. The more she pushed down on it, the more of it she wanted inside her. Kelly pushed down and leaned forward. Just as she pushed back into the head, the black man sucked one of her sensitive nipples into his mouth. She whimpered and cried out.

Kelly’s orgasm soaked the head of his cock. It was so different from James’s penis. She had to squeeze James' little penis just to make it hard enough to fit in her vagina. Ike's cock was an unyielding battering ram, so hard that it didn't need any help finding its way inside her pussy. She pushed back into it while she was still cumming even as the crown slipped inside her prolonging her fantastic orgasm the more she took.

Kelly paused gasping. Her pussy was being stretched like never before and Ike's cock was thickest just under the head. She felt a little pain as her pussy resized itself to accommodate this new and much larger intruder. She groaned, pushing herself up off his hard chest, pushing her crotch harder into Ike’s cock. Her pussy was helping her by constantly lubricating the three or four inches of cock inside her making it slide in and out more easily.

Kelly was disgusted with herself because her body was starting to enjoy this cock. It was such a tight fit that every single nerve ending in her pussy was rubbing against his cock sending waves of pleasure up to her brain and with every inch, she pushed in, the pleasure seemed to double in intensity.  He had penetrated her with five inches when she felt another orgasm building. This was all the penis meat James could give her, but Ike was three times as thick as her husband and the additional girth made a huge difference. Kelly decided she didn't want the opportunity to experience one more inch pass her by, so she pushed back even more. “AAAHHH!” she cried out in orgasm as half his cock forced its way into her body.

When she recovered, she decided she’d better get him off quickly before she started enjoying herself a little too much. She sat up in his laps to keep his lips away from her sensitive nipples. She squatted rapidly up and down the six inches of his cock, hoping he couldn't hold out more than a few minutes, and then her ordeal would be over.

After three minutes, she realized she would be cumming again before he did. Strangely, her pussy was spasming inward around his cock like it was trying to pull more of it inside. She gave in, pushing down onto seven inches of black cock. She came.

She came again when she decided that there wouldn't be any harm in taking another inch. Ike had reached up and squeezed her breasts, her nipples popping out between his fingers. She bounced into his lap, grabbing his hands, but not pulling them off. She held her hands over his while he squeezed and tugged on her nipples until she cried out in another orgasm. She had been squatting up and down over his cock for a good fifteen minutes now and he was still showing no signs of nearing orgasm. She was starting to get frustrated. Her legs were hurting from the exertion and her orgasms had sapped her strength. She didn't know how much longer she could ride him. A part of her wanted his big cock inside her forever as long as it made her cum. That part was growing stronger by the second and she feared how easily it would be to get addicted to sex like this.

Ike sensed she was tiring. He released her tits, moving his hands to cup her ass cheeks. He tensed his muscles up and started lifting her up and down his cock. He heard her sigh when the strain was taken off her legs and she relaxed letting him do all the work. She gasped every time he lowered her onto his cock while thrusting his cock up at the same time. She weighed nothing to him and he easily raised her up and down eight inches of his cock. She started flailing after a couple of minutes, cumming again, her orgasm growing stronger as he lowered her down onto another inch. He watched her juices running down the three inches of his cock still not buried in her pussy. His hairless crotch and thighs were soaked with her arousal. Ike started lifting her up and down his cock as rapidly as he could. He tried to get more in, but her pussy didn’t want to budge past nine inches. Ike raised her until just the tip of his cock head was touching the entrance to her pussy and he let go. Gravity did the rest.

Kelly felt a big orgasm coming as Ike lifted her up and down two-thirds of his cock. He held her up so that just the tip was in her pussy until she was ready to slam her ass back down, wanting to cum again, wanting more of his cock inside her. She got her wish.

Kelly saw Ike jerk his hands back, and suddenly there was no support. She seemed to hover on the tip of his cock for a second and then it was forcing it's way back inside her as she slid down just as Ike bucked his hips upwards. Kelly felt herself being impaled by Ike's big cock triggering her orgasm. She cried out in pleasure at first and then she screamed in pain as Ike's entire cock was forced into her. She squirmed, trying to find the strength to lift herself, to get it out of her, but Ike grabbed her hips and held her still.

After a couple of seconds, she quit struggling. It felt like she had lost her virginity all over again and in a way she had. Her husband didn't even come close to filling her as Ike could. She knew things would never be the same with James from then on. Her pussy was so stretched out that a little penis like her husbands would never be able to satisfy her and now that she had orgasmed, she wasn't about to give them up now.

 Kelly just sat there impaled by his cock for several minutes as the pain slowly faded and was replaced by a feeling of total satisfaction. Her pussy was working furiously to lubricate the shaft and soon she was moving her crotch around in little circles feeling every square inch of the massive black cock in her pussy.

“Girl, you lovin that black cock now,” he said, chuckling.

“Mmmm,” she moaned nodding her head. “Yyesss, love black cock.”

Ike chuckled, sitting upwards, and started licking around her nipples. She came again when his teeth gently clamped over one of her sensitive nipples. She felt his strong hands wrap around her ass again and then he rolled her over.

Kelly found herself completely engulfed by the black man's large torso. This was the only position she’d ever had sex with James, but she felt more submissive and protected beneath the black man’s muscular body. The only exposed part of her body was her long legs wrapped around his thighs and the white hands on his back. She felt Ike start to slowly slide his cock in and out for a few minutes and then the real fucking started.

Her pitiful attempt to ride him had just been foreplay compared to the fucking Ike was starting to give her now. His tempo was increasing until he was repeatedly slamming his entire cock into her pussy with a speed that would have gotten her husband off in three strokes. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

“Your cock!”

“What do you want me to do with my cock, slut?”

“I want you to fuck me with it,” she cried. “Fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

She started writhing beneath him and her hips were rising to match his thrusts. She was cumming constantly and she moved her head up to kiss his chest as a gesture of submission. She felt completely helpless and dominated by both the size of his body and the size of his cock. She loved every minute of it. “FUCK ME!”

Kelly slid her hands down and squeezed his ass, digging her fingers into his hard buttocks. He had fucked her hard for twenty minutes and she had lost count of the number of orgasms he had given her. She felt his ass tighten up and she knew he was getting close. "KEEP FUCKING ME! CUM IN MY PUSSY!" she cried loudly, but it was muffled by his chest.

Kelly felt Ike's cock swelling up and she felt another orgasm building in her womb at the thought of him filling her pussy with his seed. Ike pulled back and then thrust forward before bellowing like a bull. His cock jerked and then she screamed, her orgasm breaking as his sperm started spraying the deepest recesses of her pussy.

She could feel his big balls pumping against her thighs and they just continued shooting sperm up his shaft and into her pussy. They must produce enough sperm for twenty men, she thought, suddenly craving to taste him again. Kelly came again and she found herself giving in to the pleasure and finally passing out.

Ike loved his first taste of white pussy and he didn't want to pull his cock out, but he noticed she was asleep and didn't want to miss this opportunity. He yanked his cock out, hearing a big sucking sound as it left her sperm filled pussy. His cock was still trickling sperm, so he squeezed the rest out onto her belly, just above the garter. He got off the bed and ran over to check on the cameras.  The video still had plenty of time, so he just grabbed a camera and started taking pictures of her pussy. The first pictures he had taken of her pussy earlier had shown a pretty, well-trimmed, pure, little white vagina. Now it was a gaping sperm-filled hole. Her thighs were red and there were even rips around the hole in the crotch-less panties as well as tears in the nylons between her thighs. These would make great before and after pictures, he thought smiling. He snatched some shots of his sperm sliding into her belly button as it liquefied and some more pictures of the contented look on her face as she slept. Kelly woke up and stretched. She felt incredible. Her whole body felt tired and sore, but she also felt truly satisfied and fulfilled for the first time in her life. She looked over at Ike lying next to her on the bed and her eyes ran over his incredible body. This black punk could make her feel more like a woman than her rich husband ever could. Life wasn't fair.

Kelly remembered why she had fucked him in the first place and she tried not to panic as she looked around for the flash drive. It was where he had left it, under the pillow. She pulled it out, prepared to hide it somewhere, but before she did, she caught a glimpse of the device. Kelly didn’t know anything about computers, but she knew that this wasn’t a flash drive. “What the hell?” she mumbled.

Ike chuckled. He had one eye open, eyebrow raised. “There’s no flash drive. You deleted all the pictures.” He closed his eye again, resting.

Kelly inhaled sharply, ready to grab a pillow and smother her blackmailer. Instead, she found her gaze running down his nude body. Kelly couldn't help herself and she ran her hand over his well-developed chest feeling the hard ridges of his muscles. She moved her hand down to his abs, marveling at how better his flat, muscular stomach was compared to her husband's paunchy, pale white one. She remembered what it felt like to be crushed beneath Ike's strong masculine body and she found herself becoming aroused again even while his semen was still leaking from her pussy. Her hand ran down, realizing for the first time that he’d shaved his pubes. She thought it looked sexy, running her hand over his bare crotch to his cock, grabbing the base of his shaft and tugging on it.

Ike's cock was the smallest she'd seen it. Yet, it was still eight inches long and a lot fatter than her husband's. It was still impressive. She squeezed the tip, pulling on his shaft. She felt it swell in her hand and when it was hard again, she began stroking it. Ike responded by slightly bucking his hips, thrusting his cock through her hand. Kelly slid down the bed, leaning over his waist, her hand pulling his cock towards her mouth.

Ike opened his eyes when he felt her lips puckered on the tip of his cock. Her tongue flickered around the head before her mouth opened and engulfed his glans. Slowly she began sucking his cock again, willingly this time.

Kelly bobbed her head up and down his shaft for a few minutes before she had to stop. "Sorry my jaw is sore," she said moving her chin around to loosen it up.

"Then I'll just have to fuck you again," said Ike sitting up. Kelly cooed and laid back spreading her legs for him. Ike pushed her over on her stomach and said, "Get on all fours so I can fuck you like the slut bitch you are."

“Rude,” she said, even as she obeyed, rising on her hands and knees. This position excited her and she desperately wanted to feel his big cock pounding into her from behind. There was so much he could teach her about pleasurable sex. Her heart was pounding as he kneeled behind her and pointed his cock at her pussy.

Kelly jumped when his cock touched her labia. "Ow, I'm so sore," she moaned.

Ike tried to be gentle, but she kept crying out every time he tried to push his cock in. He gave her a light spank on her rear end. "Slut, you’re going to be sorry you made me hard again," he said getting off the bed, "Don't move."

Ike walked over to the bathroom and grabbed some scented skin oil from the medicine cabinet. Mrs. Johnson had obediently remained in the doggy position. Seeing she wasn't looking; he grabbed his camera off the ground for some close-ups. He climbed up behind her again.

Kelly trembled a little, nervous about what he had planned, but she was happy to know he hadn't given up on her. She felt his hand grip the butt cheek he’d just slapped. She jerked forward as cold fluid splattered in her crack and ran down over her rectum and pussy. She smelled coconuts. “W-what are you doing?”

Ike zoomed in on her tight, little rectum and snapped a picture. "I'm about to fuck your ass, Mrs. Johnson," he said to cover up the sound of the camera. "Any objections?"

YEAH! Like it’s too big! You’ll rip me in two! It’ll never fit. Kelly trembled again at the thought of the black man trying to push his huge cock through her tiny sphincter, but she didn't care anymore as long as she pleased the man that had given her so many big orgasms. "No," she said, "you can fuck me anywhere. My body belongs to you now. Just go easy."

Ike winked at the video camera. He couldn't have written a better script for this porno. He used his index finger to start massaging the lotion around her rosebud, watching it slowly open up as he pushed his finger in deeper and deeper.

Kelly shuddered and moaned. Ike was patient and he was taking it slow enough that there was no pain. He removed his finger and she felt him holding her sphincter open as he squirted more oil down her hole. She gasped as he pushed two fingers in, opening her farther, but she quickly recovered. It finally started to hurt when he pushed three fingers in. She felt his fingers pull out after they had loosened her up and she knew what was coming next.

Ike ran his lotion covered hand along his cock, thoroughly lubricating it before resting it on the crack of her pale ass. "You is one sexy bitch," he grunted while taking a picture of his black footlong resting between her two white buns." He moved his cock back so that the tip was pointing at her ass hole before saying, "Here it comes," as he took another picture. Ike set the camera beside him. This was a two-handed job and he pushed down on his cock watching her sphincter reluctantly opening wide for him.

He stopped with just the head in and took some more pictures. She couldn't hear the camera as she was too busy panting. Ike let her get used to it a little and then pushed the thick part underneath the head of his cock past her sphincter.

Kelly grimaced, her fists clenching the sheets. She wasn’t sure her overstretched rectum could take his girthy cock, but it didn't matter to her, she wanted him to fuck her ass. She wanted to feel him cumming again. Ike was merciful and stopped pushing his cock in at seven inches. Kelly felt the pain slowly fading and pleaded, "Please fuck my ass, Ike.”

And he did.

She didn't think that she would like it, but she did. Kelly laid down on her arms and buried her head in the pillow as Ike fucked her up-thrust ass. She could feel his giant balls slapping against her abused thighs. She whimpered and came hard when one heavy testicle slapped against her slit. He fucked her for thirty minutes before his cock exploded in her ass. She came again as his cock pumped her bowels full of cum. Her body relaxed as he slowly began to withdraw his cock, leaving her whimpering with pleasure on the bed.

Ike took some close-ups of his sperm covered cock sliding out of her ass. He zoomed the camera in on her rectum. It was now a gaping hole and as it closed a little, his sperm started bubbling up and pouring down her crack. It stopped closing, remaining a hole the size of a quarter. Ike took a few final shots before looking around for his shorts.

Kelly heard him gathering up his things, but she remained on the bed with her ass up as he left. As she slowly drifted off to sleep, she found herself wishing that he still had something on her to force her to have sex with him again.

Maybe he would be up for a Valentine’s day photoshoot next month?

**********

Kelly got up late the next morning, showered, and pulled her robe on before making her way downstairs. She made herself some coffee and sat back in her favorite recliner. She still had some hours to herself before her husband returned from his trip. She’d been well-fucked and thoroughly satisfied yesterday, but strangely she’d woke up horny, wanting more of Ike’s big black cock. Some strange new need had been awakened in her. She pulled the hem of her robe open and let her palm slide down her belly, fingers slipping through the brown curls on her pubic mound. She’d never played with herself, but Kelly found herself moaning as her fingers pushed inside her wet pussy. James would be home soon and if he wasn’t too tired, might be up for sex. She snorted. Her loser husband probably wouldn’t be UP for anything. His limp little penis would never be enough for her now. She knew she couldn’t live without cumming again. Kelly relaxed back in the chair, thinking about Ike as she fingered herself.

Her fun was interrupted when the doorbell rang. Kelly mewled in frustration, but then felt sudden hope that Ike might have returned. She leaped up, tightening her robe as she answered the door.

"Hi, I'm here for the photoshoot." 

It was the female photographer from last month.

"There must be some mistake," replied Kelly, confused, "Your man came by yesterday and took the pictures."

"I don't think so," said the photographer. "I'm the only photographer at the studio and even if we did have a man working for us, I would never send him on a "naughty pictures" shoot."

"But I remember a black guy in the studio the last time," said Kelly, the smile quickly leaving her face."

"The only black guy I know of that would be in my studio, would be Troy. He's a janitor for the mall."

Kelly’s mouth fell open as she stared at the woman that had taken her and James’ Christmas picture. Who the hell had fucked her yesterday? It certainly couldn't have been a mere low-class janitor and if Ike wasn't a professional photographer, then who was he?

**********

A month earlier.

Troy Eisenhour wanted her the minute he saw her getting her picture taken with her father. He was surprised to find the old man was the sexy white bitches' husband. What a waste, he thought. He tried to catch her eye as the couple left, but she wouldn't even look his way. He went back to emptying the trash cans.

He smiled at her, again to no avail when she returned to the store for her purse. Troy's eyes lit up as he overheard them discussing the naughty pictures special. His mind picturing the white bitch dressing up for him in lingerie and a skimpy bikini. His cock started stiffening up in his pants at the thought. He watched the photographer write the woman's information on her calendar with a dry erase marker before the women left. Troy held the door for her as she walked out. He could see impressively large nipples poking out through a rather bulky top for steamy Miami. He nodded at her, but it was like he didn't even exist.

He hated that.

Troy picked up his broom and swept over towards the calendar. A nasty idea was forming in his head. His uncle owned a pawn shop and he could always borrow some camera and video equipment from the shop. The photographer excused herself and disappeared. Troy walked over to the calendar. Nancy had written, Kelly Johnson NP and Mrs. Johnson’s address along with a time in the morning. The NP stood for Naughty Pictures. Troy was hooked on porn and pictured Mrs. Johnson in a variety of the outfits he’d seen women in dirty magazines wearing before they stripped down and got busy. He grinned and copied her information down on one of Nancy’s post-it notes before erasing the information and rewriting everything a day later on the board.

He didn't know anything about photography, but he had a month to learn.

**********

One month later.

The neon red sign flickered ADULT BOOKS. Kelly gulped and opened the door. Kelly would die if anyone she knew saw her here. Not that they would recognize her. Her light brown hair was tucked up under a baseball cap and she was wearing dark sunglasses. She was now a golden tan from laying out in the skimpy bikini and was no longer the pale white woman she had been a month ago.

 Ike’s big black cock had awakened something inside her. She was horny constantly and played with her pussy daily. It was pleasurable, but her fingers weren’t cutting it. Kelly had driven an hour into downtown Miami to find this particular type of store. She was nervous as she walked over to the dildos and vibrators hanging on the wall. Most were too small to satisfy her now. She’d gone ahead and let Sue take the second round of Naughty Pictures. She looked amazing in them, especially the tasteful nudes Sue had taken of her. James' mouth fell open when she’d gifted them to him on their anniversary and then her wimp husband had gotten a fairly firm erection while staring at them. Her idea had worked, but she’d barely felt his penis as he entered her and he hadn’t lasted more than a few minutes. She desperately needed to cum again. A sex toy was her last chance of finding something to give her the kind of orgasms she craved. If it didn’t work, she might start looking for random black men to fuck until she found one with a cock like Ike’s.

She saw a big pink penis-shaped dildo and was reaching for it when her hand stopped. A giant fourteen-inch black one was just above it. The KING DONG! It was battery powered with multiple settings. Her eyes lit up as she reached for her prize. She grabbed it and headed for the counter.

Kelly's cheeks flushed with embarrassment when she saw the large black man behind the counter. He’d been watching her. His eyes lit up when he saw the giant dildo in her hand. The black man was around her father’s age. He had curly white hair and a beard. He was grinning at her. Kelly looked down demurely and found herself staring at a stained tee-shirt, tightly hugging a muscular chest that put Ike’s hard body to shame. A nametag read, BEN. She felt her nipples hardening as they ran across his impressive chest so she looked away and at a woman’s tee-shirt hanging beside the counter. The tee shirt had in bold letters written on it, BBC ONLY.

Benjamin Blackwell Calhoun had seen plenty of hot women come through his doors since he’d opened his store twenty-five years ago, but despite her lame attempt at disguising herself, he could tell she was a real looker. He was also 80% sure, she was the same local slut from the “pool boy/ housewife” and the “white bride/ black intruder” pictures that had been posted on local internet sites. Ben had agreed to pay the man for a video version of the “white bride/ black intruder” pictures. So far, the man hadn’t emailed it to him, but as soon as it arrived, Ben was going to put it up in his video booths under amateur interracial.

The old black man took the dildo and she was grateful to see him slip it into a brown paper bag. rang her up. "Listen, ma’am, cold lifeless plastic is nice, but if you'd like the real thing, I'll be closing up in a few minutes and I have a mattress in the back." A true slut like her couldn't say, "no". Ben had hidden cameras in the stockroom that would let him make his own video of this hot slut to show in his booths.

Kelly stared in disgust at the dirty old man. Had she fallen so low as to be propositioned by a low-life like this? The counter was elevated making her eye level with his crotch. He had a large, a very large bulge under his sweatpants. The old man reached in his sweats, his hand wrapping around a swollen tubular protuberance before pulling out a truly monstrous dark black cock. The giant phallus smacked down hard on the countertop, but it was already rising as it swelled with blood. The monster looked even bigger than Ike’s foot long cock. It was as big as the dildo she was purchasing.

“Lady, you’re looking at the model for the KING DONG,” he said proudly. “Now what do ya say you stick around and try it out? I’ll even give ya 10% off the dildo?”

 Kelly’s pussy was quivering with lust as she stared in awe at the huge cock. She gulped and nodded unable to take her eyes off Ben’s big black cock.

She couldn't say, "no".

 

THE END

 

Author’s Note: It’s hard to write an original cheating wife story. I often write my takes on common themes, such as betting the wife in a poker game, the wife sleeping with the husband’s boss, etc. This was my take on the “wife posing” story. It was a very popular story of mine.

The 2020 Revision was to retcon the story to fit into the South Florida Universe. The changes are minor, basically making the adult video store in the end the future BBC Lover’s Boutique mentioned in the other South Florida stories. Ben opened his generic seedy adult bookstore in 1975, experienced a big boom during the video cassette era of the 80s, and started to struggle in the 90s from the competition with the internet. This story is set in 2000 and in a few years, Ben’s son will convince him to move to a larger location and make the store specialize in the “BBC” lifestyle becoming the store we later see in “The Unwanted Houseguest Rebooted.”