Dirty Pictures · Part 2 (2/2)
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covered the answer was simple, her husband as of late paid little attention to her sexually, but whether it was that or if she was just plain lucky she couldn't tell her husband that she had committed adultery he would never understand, and then she laughed maniacally because she herself didn't understand.
Though she had never really thought about it, she was sure that if for some unforeseen reason she were going to break her holy vows of marriage, the last person in the world she would even consider having intercourse with would be a Negro, but that's exactly what she'd done. After almost a week of being on pins and needles, along with being afraid to even look at her husband for fear he might be able to read her thoughts, the confrontation she knew was inevitable suddenly and without warning burst over her. But she wasn't prepared for when and how Warren approached her and she almost fainted when he suddenly materialized beside her while she was grocery shopping.
The pressing of his body against hers as she'd straightened up after reaching for a can of sauce, along with his hot breath against her ear as he whispered he had a present for her, almost took her breath away and then he was gone, but not before pressing something into her hand.
It was a picture, a photo of her with blouse opened and spread to either side of her with her skirt about her waist while above her and with her legs entwined about him lay a naked black man, a black man she had no recollection of ever meeting. Slumping against her nearly full shopping cart she almost dropped the photo and then she noticed something written on the back. On legs feeling as if they were made of lead and without going through the checkout she walked to her car and then, as per the instructions on the back of the photo, waited for his arrival.
For what seemed like an hour, but in reality was more like ten minutes, she sat wondering what Warren wanted and then suddenly her door opened and she was pulled from the car and into the arms of her tormentor. His lips mashed against hers and because of the suddenness and boldness of the act as well as the photo she still clutched in her hand she offered no resistance. Even the thought that someone might see, might even recognize her being kissed by a black man was strangely absent from her mind as his tongue slipped between her lips.
Releasing her he turned her to face the car where while pinning her against it he nuzzled her neck and ground his pelvis against her pert little butt telling her he'd really enjoyed the show she'd put on the other night. After telling her to get back into the car he then slid in behind the wheel where, for the next half hour and along with a very descriptive dialog of her exploits, he took great pleasure in her discomfort.
In disbelief she looked at picture after picture showing her having sex with a multitude of black men, not in the pleasurable setting of a warm cozy bedroom but on a filthy mattress in what appeared to be a bar. Each picture was different but every one of them showed her taking a hard black organ in either her mouth, pussy or ass hole. But the ones that held her eye the longest, the ones she found almost too incredible to believe, were the ones showing her having sex with two and even three of the men simultaneously. With tears in her eyes and with a voice cracking and choked by sobbing she pleaded ignorance of the event saying that the evening had been a blur.
But Warren, with an arm about her shoulders and the other occupied with undoing the buttons of her blouse paid little attention, instead he continued his story, his rather vivid and detailed story. The jest of which was that after leaving the restaurant she had demanded to go to a bar where along with having a few more drinks she began dancing and openly flirting with several men.
With mirth in his eyes he told how the men began groping and feeling of her body while she in return passionately kissed whichever one was fondling her. Smiling, he told how as she'd sat in a booth surrounded by the men and she'd let them open her blouse and then as two of them had taken turns kissing her she had let others push her skirt about her waist and soon her panties as well as her bra disappeared into someone's pocket, but still she refused to leave with any of them when the offer to take her back to their crib came up. After a while though the men grew tired of her teasing and several of them had told her if she wasn't going to give up some of that fine white pussy to get the fuck out of their bar.
Listening to his narration of that nights events she learned how within minutes of the ultimatum she with a confused look had turned to him the only one she really knew saying that she'd never made love to anyone but her husband, besides she'd heard stories that black men's things were as long as an arm and if true would split her in two. He told how when the men had heard her excuse they had pulled out their dicks waving them at her while laughingly telling her that a sexy cunt like her shouldn't have any trouble taking their dicks. Mesmerized she had looked from their dicks into their eyes and then back at their dicks before slowly reaching out and clasping the two closest ones in her small white hands. Minutes later she slid to her knees kissing first one and then the other and even though she didn't take them all the way into her mouth she did make them cum.
After that things happened fast and soon she was naked except for her glasses and the cross about her neck and she was on a mattress in the rear of the bar taking one cock after the other. Like a cock crazed whore she had screamed for them to fuck her and soon all seven of the men were around and atop her shoving their various sized black cocks into her every hole, not once but several times and there Warren's narration ended. For a moment she sat in silence and denial with her chin against her bare chest, her mind in turmoil as she looked at his dark hand upon her bare breast. She had known that as he was telling his story he was removing her blouse and bra and now with his fingers pulling and stretching her nipples she didn't need to hear his threat of exposure to know what he wanted and what was expected of her.
Angelia, with a tortured look in her eyes, stared into Warren's smiling face as with a small squeaking voice said it was all a mistake, that she was a good girl, the wife of a Preacher and would never do what he said she did. Laughing he told her she was like all the rest, doing whatever she wanted as long as she thought she could get away with it, but this time she'd been caught and whether she wanted to blame her actions on drinking or whatever it was time to pay the piper. Tightening his fingers over her right nipple he squeezed as with a smirking voice he said she was just a horny slut that had just been looking for some excuse to let herself go and then his hand touched the back of her head telling her to get busy.
With her memory clouded with only snatches of ghost like shadows whispering to her along with a sensation of rapturous bliss she was at a lose to understand what had really happened. If only she could remember, but she couldn't, and what about the pictures? Would anyone believe they were doctored, that he'd had her face airbrushed in, she doubted it. So along with his vivid narration of that nights events and her inability to refute the authenticity of the pictures she was left with no choice and her fingers loosened his pants after which with a slight lifting of his buttocks from the seat on his part she pulled his pants from his hips exposing his genitalia.
With the instinct of survival upper most in her mind along with not wanting to shame her husband or to have his congregation learn what she'd done, she willingly slipped under his control. Without resistance to the hand lightly resting on the back of her head she moved downward as his whispered voice commanded her to suck his nigger cock.
Seeing no other option and having little choice her mouth opened and with less then two inches separating his cock from her puckered lips her nose wrinkled as his musky odor wafted up, and there in the front seat of her car in a public parking lot her acceptance of his cock between her lips signaled her surrender to what ever he might demand of her both now and in the future. Her fervent hope that he would be satisfied with using her maybe once every week or so was a forlorn one, and so too was the hope that only he would use her, but in both cases she was sadly mistaken.
Before the month was out she was entertaining not only him but quite a few of his friends as well, and not just once every week or so but several times a week, and to compound her shame he continued to take pictures. Despite his assurances that the pictures were only for his use, as a means to keep her in line she sensed differently though she couldn't prove anything, and as far as his friends, well nobody had that many and she strongly suspected he was pimping her, but again she really couldn't prove anything.
She was right on both counts of course, but as to the extent of his manipulation of her she had no idea, but even if she had, could or would she have done anything differently? Point of fact and unknown to her, because his picture collection was becoming so huge and because he thought that people would pay to see her shameless display he'd had a friend build a web site where for a nominal membership fee a person could view, or download as many pictures of her as one wished. Of course if you didn't have a printer or you just wished to have a better copy, you could purchase as many prints as you wanted for only a couple of bucks apiece.
Warren was rather proud of himself, he had but with the one time use of a couple of drops of the date drug Rybonial loosened Angelia's inhibitions. A drink or two, the company of several men, some off color suggestive remarks along with the groping of her body while they danced with her, and finally the exposure of a multitude of men's cocks had made it very easy for him to turn the petite Preacher's wife into his personal money maker. A slut that three times a week for the last five weeks he'd sold to perhaps three or four dozen brothers as well as taken at least five hundred pictures of.
Yes, Warren was very proud of himself because he'd accomplished it all simply by showing her the pictures he'd taken that night, he hadn't threatened her, simply hinted at the possibility of exposure while letting her fears and vivid imagination do the rest. His original reason, believe it or not, had been because he was sexually attracted to her, her petite body and gracefulness had made her irresistible and when his plan had worked even better then he'd expected, the prospect that he'd be able to shove his eight inch black cock into her slim white body whenever he wanted was just too damn good to pass up.
The money hadn't come until after several of his friends became aware he was porking her and it was then that he'd decided to pimp her. The money was good, his customers hadn't minded that he took pictures, in fact he'd sold several of the pictures back to them and then one of them had suggested he post the photos on the Internet. It had snowballed from there and now where he got most of his money was from a web site that a friend had helped him set up, a site simply called "The Preacher's Wife." So besides the money he was making from selling her petite curvaceous body he was making money hand over fist off the Internet.
Someone visiting the web site would first see a smiling conservatively dressed pretty strawberry blonde, all prim and proper, standing before a church with bible in hand along with a bio assuring the visitor that she was indeed the wife of a Preacher and though they were originally from the north they were now living in a southern city with a large Negro population. Her husband the Minister of a Southern Baptist congregation of perhaps five hundred souls was aware of her efforts to spread joy to others less fortunate, showing them by action and deed that they were loved.
A click of the button brought up her vital stats, saying she was a mere five foot three inches tall and one hundred and four pounds, with petite but firm measurements of 34 x 21 x 33 along with two teaser photos.
Both photo's showed her still wearing her glasses, as well as the silver crucifix about her neck, but unlike the one viewed when you first logged onto the site these were very explicit along with a statement saying that for just $21.95 for a one month or $64.95 for a three month membership fee you would get to see the Preacher's wife visiting and administrating in her own personal way to the poor and unfortunate blacks from the slums and ghettos of a large metropolitan southern city.
The first was a school room setting where at first glance she was dressed somewhat matronly as she sat behind her desk, but there the similarity ended for in place of a prim and proper school teacher a vixen was portrayed. Her white long sleeve blouse was all but undone and even if one of her breasts hadn't been prominently displayed, one would have had to of been blind to of not seen that the Preacher's Wife/School Teacher was without a bra. Her skirt, though almost knee length, was also not quite matronly for up the left side was a slit reaching almost hip high. Because of the way she was turned in the chair the skirt had parted showing her upper thighs as well as her crotch.
Again there was no indication of an undergarment and if one looked close the barest wisp of reddish hair surrounding her pussy was visible. In front of the desk and in various stages of undress stood three grinning youths. From the remaining clothes on their persons it was plain to see that they were gang members, what today most people commonly refereed to as gang bangers. Beside her, his pants around his ankles and with almost the whole length of his cock between her ruby red lips stood a fourth youth, and from the way her tiny fingers were clinching the gang bangers buttocks it was clear that the "School Teacher" wasn't satisfied with almost.
Beneath the photo was the comment that being a gang banger had it's rewards but that one would hope that her other students also received such personal attention while in school.
The second was a bedroom scene and she was wearing a translucent full length negligee that, even if it hadn't been opened and falling from her shoulders, was so sheer that there would have been no doubt that beneath it she was naked. Sitting the way she was, propped against the headboard with a pillow behind her for comfort while, without looking as if she had been posed, her upper body was partially turned in keeping to the way her left leg hung over the edge of the mattress while her right leg bent at the knee was before her. Beside the bed and directly in front of her was a naked, rather robust and very dark bald-headed older Negro.
Her left hand cradled his grotesquely large testicle sack while her lips, again painted a vibrant red, were clasped around the fat knob of his dick. The middle fingers of her right hand, because of the way the sheer material of the gown lay could be clearly seen inserted in her cunt, while beneath the photo was a promise that if a membership were bought one would not only see the Preacher's wife take his fat twelve plus inch dick in her tight little snatch but down her throat and up her ass as well.
The teaser photos changed about every two weeks, sometimes she was a secretary, at other times a boy scout troop leader, or yet again, a nurse or a soldier, but always the teasers were very explicit and always promising that membership entitled the viewer to see her further efforts of administrating to the African American. From the volume of hits and the membership growth to Angelia's web site it seemed as if blacks, but more than likely white folks just couldn't get enough of seeing the pretty strawberry blonde getting her brains fucked out by some soul brother or another.
Members weren't disappointed and renewals were strong for once inside they could thumb through, download, or even buy a myriad of pictures showing Angelia dressed, partially dressed or totally nude being fucked in settings as varied as a run down ghetto bar or a stylish home setting, from a secretarial office pool to a burned out tenement building. But the ones most often sought after and downloaded were the ones where she was being fucked by up to three black studs simultaneously, each sporting cock's that looked, at least size wise, like 16 ounce coke bottles.
There was no doubt in Warren's mind that the once timid wife of a Preacher had become a true black cock slut that, at times, if he hadn't limited the brothers fucking her would have fucked herself into an asylum. Angelia was completely under his control and with that thought in mind and knowing that the Preacher's wife turned slut would do whatever he asked of her, his thinking as of late was that since he already had her role playing different scenarios why not video tape the action instead of just taking photographs.
He had tried with thumbnails to give some semblance of action and it seemed to be well accepted, but a video would let a person see the uninterrupted story line that the photos only hinted at. For instance one might click on a thumbnail of her sucking a cock and up would pop a total of four pictures each three by three showing her in different positions such as taking a big dick in the cunt or up her ass along with a face covered with some Negroes or others cum, a kind of a sequence of the action that she along with her co-stars had participated in.
But videos would show so much more, so yes a video was exactly what was needed and through maybe two minute trailers on the web site he could sell complete videos thereby increasing his income perhaps ten-fold. But first he would have to check into equipment cost, and what about a film crew? He didn't want the videos looking as if they were shot by some amateur, all shaky and out of focus with no story line or plot. That would never do, no, he wanted her videos looking as if they had been shot by a production company, the thought of which began to frighten him. The outlay of monies would be staggering at first, but the rewards, ahhhh the rewards, they would be fantastic.
What was it they said? To make money you had to spend money! Well money he had, and as long as the web site was up and running more would continue to come in. As for pimping her he wasn't counting on much money there because he'd already cut that back drastically. In fact he'd thought seriously about stopping it altogether because during her last outing about a week ago she'd given a lack-luster performance, almost as if she were bored. So yes a change of pace was definitely called for, and what better change than videos?
Dirty Pictures · Part 2 (2/2)
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