Chocolate Candy_, Part 2 · Part 1

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"You're fired, you bigoted asshole and if I see you within a mile of my home or wife, especially my wife, I'll kill your fucking ass. Now get the hell out of my sight. I never want to see you again!

"What's the matter Tommy boy. Don't like people calling a spade a spade? Well I've got news for you, boy. That nigger slut of yours was turned on like a motherfucker when I commanded her black ass to suck her white master's cock."

With that Thomas came around his desk with murder in his eyes but William stood his ground simply laughing at him. At 6 foot 3 and 240 pounds he had little to fear from Thomas and he knew it. Thomas took a swing and he simply reached out, putting his hand on Thomas's head, letting him flail away at thin air while he continued to taunt him.

"Yes sir, one day soon that little nigger whore of yours is going to have a new white master who'll know how a cunt like her should be treated. A master who, instead of giving her to his friends like you were going to do, will have her fucking anybody and anything and making him a lot of money in the process.

And you know what else Tommy boy? Just like a good obedient slave, she'll do whatever her new master says without the slightest hesitation." Pushing Thomas away he turned calmly, walking out the door and past the receptionist, ignoring Thomas's screams of killing him if he went near his wife.

William was in reality very pissed. He'd only been role playing the old slave-master thing and if Thomas or one of the others had asked him why or even objected instead of getting all bent out of shape he'd probably have apologized. But no one had said anything. They'd just started yelling and getting all bent out of shape. Everyone that is but Belinda. She had clung to his legs, begging to suck her white master's cock until her old man and John managed to pull her away. Then Mike and Reggie shoved him from the house with his pants around his ankles. Now, to top it off he'd lost his job.

The thought tickled at his mind that it would serve Thomas right if his wife did indeed have a new white master. One who trained her properly to obey his every whim until, unable to have a clear thought of her own without his guidance, she would do anything no matter how depraved or wanton, simply for a smile or a pat on her head as a sign that she had pleased him.

The memory of how she'd reacted when he'd called her a nigger whore while telling her to get on her fucking knees and suck her master's cock like a good little slut brought an evil smile to his pursed lips. He still remembered his final words before she gave a visible shudder and then with downcast eyes obediently slipped to her knees crawling to him.

"Get over here you black slut. Get over here and suck your white master's cock. Do it, you fucking nigger bitch. Do it now!" And she had done it. She had crawled to him and then before taking his cock between those full painted lips of hers, she had looked into his eyes smiling. But the best part had been a moment later when, to the stunned disbelief of the others, but most of all to her husband Thomas, was how she had struggled to free herself from their grasp while loudly pleading with them to leave her alone and to let her suck her white master's cock.

Oh yeah, that scene had been precious. But the next time he got a crack at the bitch, instead of just the fat head of his cock between her painted lips, he wanted all 10 plus inches of his dong filling her mouth and stuffed down her throat. He wanted her looking into his eyes with a look of obedience and rapture as he fucked her throat. He wanted her hands on his ass, her fingers digging and clawing at his ass cheeks in a hungry need to take him even deeper into her throat. Whimpering, pleading with him to fill her mouth and throat with cum and then to swallow every last thick sticky glob and beg for more.

He didn't know how big Thomas's cock was or even if he satisfied the little bitch, but he was certain that unless he was deformed, the wimpy fucker wasn't equipped like he was. Another smile creased his lips as the vision of him reaming her every hole and of her pleading to be his nigger slave danced before his eyes and instinctively he knew it would be just a matter of time before she'd even fuck a room full of men and do it in front of her husband without the slightest hesitation if he but told her too.

He might as well start now. He didn't have a job anymore so why not pop over and finish what was started Friday night. Belinda lay in bed. She was a wreck, both mentally and physically. She hadn't gotten much sleep since Friday night and she was exhausted. What had come over her? It had been bad enough that she had been willing to let her husband's friends fuck her, but when William had said those awful things, she had become like a shameless wanton slut forgetting her husband and the other three men.

Something sick and perverted had come over her and her only thought and desire had been to debase herself before William, her white master as he so callously called himself. Maybe he had been joking, maybe even role playing in order to add a touch of spice to her husbands fantasy, but what ever he'd intended she'd never know because Thomas had fumed all weekend about firing the bigoted mother fucker and when she'd tried to reason with him, tell him that they were the best of friends and that William had only been kidding, he'd turned on her screaming that if that's what she thought then maybe she oughta be his god damn nigger whore.

With these thoughts turning over in her mind, the ringing of the door bell almost startled her out of her wits. She laughed at herself saying that it was only her husband. That he'd finally come to his senses and had returned home to say he was sorry and maybe even take her out for a night on the town. Besides, at this time of the morning, who else could it be but the man she loved.

In only her negligee she slipped from the bed to answer the door, surprised and shocked to see William instead of her husband standing before her. Instinctively her hand went to her bosom, pulling tighter on the tie that was the only thing holding the thin material partially closed.

Without a word, but smiling at her as he entered, he pulled her to him, kissing her deeply while at the same time taking her hand from where it held her gown together and a heart beat later untying and slipping it from her shoulders to pool at her feet. Belinda was so surprised by his take charge attitude that her instinct to fight what was happening never surfaced. Instead she melted into his arms, purring like a kitten as his large strong hands roamed freely over her naked body.

Not even when he pushed lightly on her shoulders making her drop to her knees did she fight. Instead like a demented soul she tore at his belt and pants, remembering the size and hardness of his cock and how only a couple of days ago it had pulsed and throbbed as her fingers and then lips had closed around it. Feverishly, she pulled his pants and then underwear from his hips. As his hands touched the top of her head and his fingers lightly stroked through her almost blue black hair, she leaned forward opening her mouth wide.

As first her tongue and then lips touched the mushroom crown of his cock, her mind suddenly awakened to what she was doing, but by then her need to satisfy this man was so great that she no longer cared that what she was doing was wrong. She shouldn't be on her knees, inches from her front door. A door that she wasn't sure she had even closed and that if she hadn't it was possible that at any moment her husband or god-knows-who might walk through.

But then that thought too vanished. With tongue twirling against the pulsing underside of his blood engorged cock, her lips began a slow measured movement down it's thick hardness. Her hands went from his hips around his body to kneed and pull at his ass cheeks as the uncontrollable urge to take all of him into her mouth and throat screamed at her. Never had such a need filled her and she knew that if she were successful, if she did take every bit of him into her throat, she might very well choke to death. But oh, what a wonderful way to die if she managed it.

The man who called himself her white master was pulling her to her feet and then taking her hand. He half-led, half-dragged her forward and upward to where, until this very moment, no one but her and her husband had been, the bedroom. Like a savage he took her, making her scream both in pain and need as his huge cock stretched her tiny cunt.

At first she thought he would rip her in two, but with each successive burrowing lunge of his massive cock she found it easier to accommodate him until finally and with her own body racked by orgasm after orgasm, he filled her to overflowing with his creamy load.

For the next couple of hours she bucked and twisted beneath him. After each ejaculation deep into her womb, when she thought she would be allowed to rest, he instead had her suck his cock, bringing it once again to hardness so he might again rut into her like a wild beast. Constantly, both while fucking her and as she sucked his cock, William teased her with lightly whispered promises that after today he would not only use her cunt and mouth to satisfy himself but her ass hole as well and then finally he let her rest, leaving her upon the rumpled sheets asleep, thinking it funny that she might still be like that when her husband arrived home.

Each day after that was much the same, but now after meeting him at the door, only minutes after her husband left for work, she made him breakfast. Then, taking his hand, she would lead him to the bedroom where for several hours she would grovel and debase herself, imploring him to use her ass or cunt repeatedly.

One day, when she answered the door naked as was her usual custom, she was surprised to see instead two men she had never seen before. Slamming the door, she ran to the bedroom, only to hear the front door open and the men call out that they were friends of Williams and that he'd told them that she was a horny cunt who just couldn't get enough cock.

As they continued to talk, telling her they meant her no harm. That all they wanted was a little of that chocolate pussy that William was so fond of bragging about, the phone started ringing. Picking it up just as the door to her bedroom opened, she heard William's voice from the receiver, telling her that something had come up and that he couldn't make it, but was sending a couple of his friends over and that he wanted her to be nice to them. That if she didn't, if they came to him telling him she was a bum fuck he'd see to it that her husband knew all about what had been going on.

As she listened, her eyes fastened on the men before her. Her mind wrestled with itself. Had it come to this? Was this what she could expect whenever her master was too busy or too tired. Then the memories of taunts of being his whore to do with as he pleased came back to her. Well, if this was what he wanted then she wouldn't disappoint him.

She would be his slut. She'd fuck everyone he sent to her. Dropping the receiver even as William continued to talk, she shifted on her bed, hoping as she patted the sheets beside her that her master would stay on the phone. That as these men fucked her he could hear everything, hear her moan in pleasure and need as they used her.

Then something in her snapped as she saw that their cocks were no bigger than her husbands. She had the never-before thought that the only way she might receive any satisfaction from these strangers was if they were to both fuck her at the same time. The thought rushed over her.

She was right, because as the first man crawled between her legs and sank his cock into her she really felt nothing, even though she writhed beneath him arching her back and thrusting her pelvis up to met his forceful lunges.

As her cunt muscles tightly gripped and milked his lunging organ, the feeling of rapture she had grown accustomed to with her master wasn't there, nor was it there when after the first man shot his load the second took his place between her legs. Just as she had with the first man and just like a good whore would do she bucked, moaned and twisted as this new stranger in turn used her for his pleasure.

But no matter how she tried she was unable to climax. Then, unbidden and without conscience thought her mind, in a desperate effort to calm her frayed nerves and to find a measure of relief and satisfaction, screamed at her the depraved notion that if she fucked them simultaneously, she would find the orgasm she so desperately sought. So, with her mind fixated on the sick vision, she did what had never before entered her mind. Beckoning the man who'd already filled her womb with sperm and whose cock was coated with his drying cum and her bodily juices, she pleaded with him to shove his cock into her mouth.

When they had both cum and while she lay between them as they rested she hungrily slaved over their cocks, bringing them back to rigid hardness and then climbing atop one of them and after taking his shaft into her cunt she gyrated her buttocks invitingly, imploring the other to fuck her ass hole. Forgotten, William listened as for the next hour or so the men now caught up in the duel penetration of the beautiful negress changed position several times while always and foremost fucked her fast and furious even at one point shoving both their cocks into her cunt at the same time.

Belinda, for her part though, now climaxing repeatedly, was by no means satisfied and when finally the men, drained and spent from their labor, dressed and readied to leave she implored them to stay, begging them to fuck her one more time. But they simply laughed, saying that the next time they paid her a visit, they'd bring a few of their friends.

Alone, sweaty and near exhaustion, she lay atop the rumpled sheets, sobbing softly, ashamed of what she'd done and how she'd acted. Then she noticed the phone, and picking it up she was surprised that it wasn't making those God awful noises like it usually did when you left it off the cradle. Then she heard Williams unmistakable chuckle. Breathing hard she listened dumbfounded as he told her that he was sure from what he'd heard that the men would not only praise her highly, but recommend her to all their friends.

Then he snickered, saying she could look forward to many a busy day. But he wasn't finished, for as he continued to talk he told her that he had something special in mind for her that evening and that she was to wear her slut outfit. The one she'd worn that Friday night so long ago and to meet him at Roary's Bar and Grill. Astonished at what he'd already said but unable to reply in any way or even to hang up, she listened mesmerized as he told her that where she was to meet him was an honest to God red neck hang out.

A place where her kind never went but one where he was sure he could get no less then a dozen good old boys to pay him money for the pleasure of having her suck their cocks or spread her legs. At first, hardly breathing as he'd told her what she could look forward to and how he expected to make money pimping her black ass, her breath quickened to an excited gasp when he told her of that evening, of what she was to wear and what he expected of her and despite a small nagging fear that her husband might find out she found herself becoming aroused.

Aroused that she would again be dressing and acting as she had that night but that instead of the privacy of her home and away from prying eyes, she would be in public, in some sleazy bar filled with strangers. Strangers who would not only gawk at her but expect her to do things for and to them. William made no threats, neither against her husband or herself if she didn't obey. He simply gave a derisive snicker when with a small trembling voice she'd answered that she couldn't. That her husband might find out and because of it throw her out of the house. "Sure you can slut, we both know you not only like flaunting that hot little body of yours but that you also like getting your snatch reamed by white cock. What better place for both to happen than where you're going this evening. As for your excuses about your god damn husband finding out, I don't really give a rat's ass."

I don't think you really do either, cause if you did you wouldn't be eagerly waiting for me every morning and fucking yourself silly or like earlier today fucking those two men I sent in my place. Oh, by the way, cut the buttons from that tangerine blouse and tie it halter style beneath those cute little titties like that cunt on the Dukes of Hazard, cause the only thing a bunch of red necks love better than seeing a foxy bitch scantily clothed, is seeing one totally naked. And Sugar, tonight, you're going to show them both ways." and then the phone went dead.

With her mind in turmoil and wondering what she was going to do, she looked stupidly at the silent phone still clutched in her hand. The thought that she should call her husband. Admit to her infidelity and beg his forgiveness surfaced, but then just as quickly slipped away as her body, shivering in shameless excitement, remembered her husbands words that maybe she ought to be William's fucking nigger whore.

She was sure that he'd only spoken in anger, that he never really wanted or expected her to be the mans whore, or in fact, would tolerate such a thing. But yet he had said it and for all intents and purposes she had become his whore. After all hadn't she been one today. Hadn't she performed like one for the two men that William, her white master, had sent in his place. And now at his behest she was expected to flaunt herself before a bunch of red necks and even have sex with a few of them because he needed the money now that her husband had fired him.

Oh god, she couldn't do something like that. She couldn't, not even if William were indeed her white master. It was one thing to surrender to his demands in the safety of her home or to even go to his house and debase herself, but now he was making demands of her that not even in her wildest fantasies she hadn't imagined. At the same time she found the prospect of going beyond what she had done this morning exciting and dangerously wicked. Her husband's fantasy and yes, her own, had been to fuck his friends. Well it hadn't happened. Not because she had refused but because everyone had gotten bent out of shape simply from the way her master had demanded her attention and services. What was wrong with her? Why was she constantly thinking of this man as her white master, and why in heavens name was she even contemplating doing the disgusting things he was asking of her?

With her mind thus tortured she hadn't realized, until she began removing her negligee, that she had laid out and even cut the buttons from her skimpy clothes from that night. Having done so she raced to the bathroom for a quick shower. Slipping on her garter belt, she then put on her stockings and leather micro-mini.

Then, as instructed, she tied her blouse just beneath her breasts. Applying her make-up, she giggled to herself as she reached for her bright red lipstick; thinking that when she sucked some strangers cock her lips would leave traces of red along its length. She was heady with excitement, like a young school girl going out for the first time and she could hardly restrain her perverted thoughts or stop the tingling sensation building between her legs at the prospect of doing as William her white master instructed.

Looking at the clock she noticed that in less than an hour her husband would be home. She knew that unless William changed his mind or if at the last minute she panicked and didn't go, it would be many hours before she returned. So, after penning a hurried note, she placed it where he would be sure to see it. As she drove to meet him she nervously shifted in the seat trying to still the tingling sensation building in her cunt. Instead she only managed to arouse herself more, and then she was there, Roary's Bar and Grill.

Sitting in her car watching patrons come and go she wondered again why she had come. Why a man she hardly knew could demand her to do something that she found reprehensible and yet here she was, willingly, almost eagerly looking forward to whatever debasing thing he might ask of her.

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