Wife’s Humiliation · Part 1 (1/2)
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For the past thirty minutes Thomas had been looking in horror at the pictures of his wife with someone else, no, not just someone else, but a group of men, black men. In the four years they had been married their sex life as well as their family life had seemed good. Yes she had only been 19 when they had married but she had grown quickly into the role of the perfect Preacher's wife. He knew that she had been a virgin when they had married and that sex was new and strange to her and though they didn't have sex every day she give him much pleasure and he had always thought that he had given her the same.
His eyes fell to the note that had been with the pictures, his lips moving as he again went over the lines telling him that if he thought the pictures were good then he shouldn't miss what his wife was doing this afternoon. Every detail of his wife's young petite body and beautiful face stood out in each of the pictures as she lay on a rumpled dirty mattress surrounded by men in what looked like a tavern or pool hall, his hand rubbed over the bulge of his trapped cock and he found himself wishing that he could have been there to watch in person as she had fucked those men.
Angela hung up the phone and slowly walked to her car feeling like some cheap whore, she couldn't believe that she was going to met Warren again. Warren had seemed like such a nice young black boy at the church functions and when he had called asking for help she had not thought twice about meeting him. A chill ran through her as a gust of wind blew under the short mini skirt she wore making her all the more aware that she only had a garter belt under her skirt. The thin translucent blouse covering her breast made it all to clear that she wasn't wearing a bra and the material rubbing across her nipples caused them to stiffen and tingle.
She still couldn't believe that Warren had drugged her and then let several of his friends use her sexually. She had fucked or sucked at least seven of his friends unable to do anything but obey as Warren commanded her every action. And now she was to drive to some cheap motel in the run down side of town and met him because he had told her that he had taken pictures of her as she had fucked his friends. He had promised to give the photo's to her if she would met him one more time, and then he had directed her to dress like the whore she was, with only a garter belt under a miniskirt, no bra or panties or he would send the pictures to her husband.
She know that he would want sex with her, and the thought of betraying her husband again brought tears to her eyes, but if letting him use her body would protect her husband and keep her shame hidden then she would have to do it in order to get the pictures.
Tom could see that his wife still had her glasses on even as her lips encircled the long fat black cock in her mouth as another black man knelt behind her with his cock buried in her cunt. In fact in every picture that he looked at that was the only thing she wore, and despite his shock, and in spite of who he was, the snap shots of his wife being used by several blacks aroused him. In some of the photos he could see traces of the men's cum on her 34b tits and her flat belly, in other photos cum dribbled from her lips as the black cock she was sucking shoot its load into her mouth and throat.
Her red hair was matted and clung to the sides of her cheeks as if one or more of the men had shoot his load over her face and hair. In four pictures, each with a different man, her small red lips were clasped tightly around the shaft of the black cock and her small white hands clung to their buttocks as if trying to pull them deeper into her mouth and he wondered why she was willingly doing something that she had told him she would never do and that it was nasty and perverted.
Parking her car in front of the motel office she glanced at her wrist watch and noted that it was right at 1:00. She was appalled at both the location and the seedy appearance of the motel. And the fact that it was in the worst part of town only heightened her dread. The clerk handed her a key when she told him her name and as his eyes traveled over her body making her blush he told her that the bungalow was paid for and then winked, telling her to have a good time. As she stepped through the door she saw Warren sitting on the bed and when he stood and slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close she trembled.
The air was heavy with a strange musty smell and then she realized that it was the odor of stale sweat and sex and what could only be pot. Trying to slip from Warren's grasp and rush from the room did little good as he grabbed her long red hair and yanked her forcefully back and then with a cold cruel hiss told her that if she wanted the pictures the least she could do was give him a piece of that hot pussy of hers. "And you better be good too Angela or so help me you not only won't get the pictures but that God fearing Preacher husband of yours, as well as the members of his church are going to see you in all your glory…….
I don't think that they'll think to highly of the Preachers wife fucking a group of blacks……. But then again some of them holier then thou assholes might get turned on seeing pictures of their Preachers wife sucking black dicks and wallowing on a cum soaked mattress as she fucks others….. So unless you want me to distribute those pictures you better just do what I say, or else."
He wondered how or what had driven his wife to do such a thing. It was hard to picture the sex crazed women in the pictures as the same sweet woman he was married to. In one of the picture's the young man with his cock in her mouth looked somehow familiar but he couldn't quite place him, and with that thought in mind he reached for the phone. When he got no answer he glanced at the clock, it was almost 4:30 and he knew no reason why she shouldn't be at home, of course he had never had reason to call before. Hadn't she always been there when he had gotten home from visiting his parishioners or spending the day at the church in some function or other.
But now he had a note hinting that his wife might again being doing something like she had done before. Glancing at the pictures again his mind raced with visions of her again doing things that only a cheap slut or a sex crazed pervert would do.
Angela couldn't believe that she had come to this seedy motel dressed like a common slut, or that she was standing in the grasp of a young negro who she at one time had thought nice listening to him tell her that if she did this for him he would give her the pictures. She felt a sharp prick and as she looked down at her hip Warren pushed the plunger down, then he handed her a drink along with a couple of pills grinning at her as he softly told her that it was just something to make her relax.
As Warren continued whispering softly into her ear he began fondling her breast, and in spite of her fear of again being used by this young boy that she had once thought nice she found her body warm to his caresses. Popping the pills into her mouth and gulping the drink down sent an almost immediate floating sensation through her body, and as his lips mashed hers and his tongue probed deeply into her mouth she responded willingly pushing her tongue into his as if in a duel. His hands slipped under her skirt rubbing softly over her bare buttocks before gripping her ass cheeks pulling her roughly against his body grinding his hips against hers allowing her to feel the hard bulge of his cock.
She collapsed into his arms as they sank to the bed, and as his fingers continued to work she moaned softly, a feeling of pure pleasure flowing through her body. Her legs parted allowing his fingers to probe between her pussy lips and over the hot throbbing hardness of her clit. She felt her pussy throb and moisten as his fingers worked their magic and she felt as if a blow torch were centered between her legs.
She dimly remembered this feeling but unlike before it was much stronger, her hips moved against his marvelous fingers and a moan of pure lust escaped from her lips as her own hands covered his, joining his fingers as they played over the hot moist lips of her cunt as he whispered into her ear. "Oh yea Angela, I think that hot little pussy of yours can hardly wait to be filled with some hard black cock am I right……. That's right white girl….. That's it, play with that pussy, make it nice and moist…… Stick your fingers in there and get it ready for some nice hard black cock…….
Spread them legs and tell me what you want white girl." She was unaware that his friend Melcolm was setting up video equipment as Warren's fingers traveled over body and his voice softly whispered to her. She only knew that the hot burning need she felt had to be quenched. Her fingers pulled her pussy lips apart as she slowly inserted first two and then three fingers into the hot burning hole between her legs, and her hips bounced from the bed while she moaned softly that she needed his hard black cock.
As Tom entered the house he called out to Angela but was greeted with only silence. Going from room to room was like going into a vacuum as the house was silent and when he finally decided to check the garage it to was empty. The darkness outside had deepened and when he flipped on the light switch and turned to enter the house he noticed a piece of paper on the floor. Picking it up he slowly read that if he wished to see how his wife spent her days he should go to the Pink Flamingo Motel room 314. He read the strange hand writing several times and then walked through the darkened house and out to his car.
He had no idea what was awaiting him or if his wife would even still be there but he had to go. And when he pulled into the motel and drove to the managers office. Looking at the register he saw that a Angela Peterson had checked in around 1:00 and that she was in bungalow 314. Asking if she was still there the clerk grinned and at him and then rubbed his crotch as he told Tomas that she was one fine piece of honky snatch. Asking what he meant by that the young black clerk told him that she had come in about 1:00 paid for the room and then had offered him a piece of ass.
"I figured what the hell, I mean here's this beautiful red headed white woman checking into this dump wearing a mini skirt and see through blouse asking me if I wanted a piece of ass. You know this black boy ain't going to say no, so I take her out back to the bungalow and do the bump and grind. I got to tell you man that cunt sure do like black meat cause after I shoot my wad she be wanting me to give her more but I tell her I gots to get back to work so she asked if I know any black boys that would like to fuck a white woman. She's one cock hungry slut man. There's been a steady stream of brothers going into her bungalow all afternoon.
They've even shot some video, you know, one of those gang bang flicks. Can you imagine a fine looking redheaded white broad taking on fifteen or so black guys and not giving a shit if they tape her. Hey, you ain't her old man or something are you, cause we don't need no trouble here."
Angela felt hands fondling her and her body quivered with excitement, her buttocks continued to bounce from the bed as she continued to finger fuck herself. Hands unbuttoned her blouse and lips encircled her nipples kissing them to full rigid hardness and she dimly wondered how Warren was able to kiss both her tits at the same time. Other hands pulled hers from her crotch and then removed her skirt leaving her with only her garter belt and stockings. Moaning loudly she begged Warren to fuck her, but instead fingers slipped inside her pussy and began working in and out bringing her closer to relief.
The bed beside her head sank as her hips bounced up into the multiple fingers fucking into her like a cock. She felt as if she was on a huge wave of pleasure as the hands and lips caressed and fondled her small petite body. Once again she dimly wondered how Warren was able to do so much to her body at once. Her eyes fluttered as she felt something brush over her lips and then she heard Warren's voice softly tell her to open wide so that she could suck some black cock.
The cock slipped between her lips as she let her mouth open and she softly pursed her lips kissing the head of the waiting cock and then she licked over the head before stretching her lips wide allowing the large dark hunk of meat to slip into the warm moist cavity of her mouth. Her lips stretched tightly around the head of the cock as she tried to engulf him but try as she might she could not get more then the large knob of the cock between her lips. She almost panicked as she thought about what Warren had said about doing a good job of fucking him or he would send the photos to her husband and the members of his church.
She felt fingers twist into her long red hair pulling her head into the air and she gave a muffled scream as her eyes opened to the sight of a large hairy belly and then the cock pushed forward curling her lips inward as it slowly inched forward into her mouth. It was at that instant and to her shock and horror as she felt her lips curl inward and the cock slip into her mouth that she realized that she was once again being used by a group of black men as their sex toy..
As Tom turned and looked across the parking lot looking for his wife's car he heard laughter and the sound of several voices as they carried across the still cold air. He couldn't believe what he was hearing as their laughter and words assaulted his ears and burned into his brain. "Man oh man that is one cock hungry white girl. I don't know if she's really a preachers wife but she sure does believe in integration. I don't even care that Warren charged us fifty cents apiece to fuck her while he taped it, cause he said we could do her till we couldn't get our rocks off anymore. I think he's right when he say's that those tapes are some of the best gang bang tapes anybody's ever seen.
Can you believe she took Jesse's 14 inch cock in the poop chute while sucking on Raymond's 10 inches. That red head sure did look sexy with nothing but a garter belt and her glasses on as she gobbled that cock. I still can't believe that white sluts answer when Tyron asked her if she would fuck his dog's, she begged him, I mean she actually begged him to let her fuck his dogs. She's been getting black cock all afternoon and she begged him to let her fuck those dogs."
She dimly heard over the pounding in her ears his laughter as he pushed forward again, slipping another inch or so of his massive cock between her widely stretched lips. She heard him tell the others that she was one preachers wife that believed in giving, and that this afternoon she would be giving each of them all the white pussy they could ask for. Again his hips lunged forward shoving two more inches of hard thick dark meat into her mouth and she felt the tip of his engorged cock press against her tonsils.
His fingers tightened in her hair and then in total disbelieve she felt his cock push her tonsils aside and begin to slither into her throat until she felt the hair around the base of his cock against her lips. Her hands flew up to his hips and tried to push him away, her eyes pleading for help as she looked up into the grinning face of the negro pushing his lust engorged cock deep into her throat. With tremendous effort she fought for air and then to her relief she managed to draw a shallow breath through her nostrils as she swallowed the saliva filling her mouth. It was in that instant when her vision cleared momentarily that she saw not only several black men, but the video cameras.
He slowly pulled backward until only the head of his cock remained between her lips, and as her mind and soul screamed out in pain with the knowledge of betrayal, her soul collapsed in on itself as the video camera zoomed in on the hard length of black cock. Her tightly ovaled lips traveled the length of dark meat as the negro's hips lunged forward pushing into the hot moist cavity of her mouth and deep into her throat until her lips were once more around the base of his cock, and his balls slapped against her chin.
Her small white hands clung to the lunging hips as they rocked back and forth, one moment pulling back until just the knob of hard black cock was between her lips and in the next moment plunged deep into her throat, her eyes stared into the camera unable to look away. She heard his laughter and abusive language as he called her by name, telling not only the other black men, but anyone that might watch the video what a great cock sucker she was.
Slowly as if in a fog he started to walk in circles but before he had taken three steps the night clerk had grabbed him. "I got to tell you man I can't believe you didn't call the cops, not that it would have done any good cause they won't come down here. Your one of those guys that gets his rocks off dreaming about his wife getting fucked by a group of well hung black men, ain't you Reverend. I want you to picture that young wife of yours out there in that bungalow as one after the other a bunch of niggers that paid me fifty cents apiece push their cocks into her mouth and cunt, and yea even that tight little ass of hers. Can you see it Reverend, can you see what a cum bucket she's become. She's nothing but a cock hungry white slut that would even fuck a pack of dogs if I let her."
To her relief he finally pulled his cock from her mouth and she looked around at the men that surrounded her. Once again her eyes locked onto one of the video cameras and she knew that her life would never be the same. Her eyes locked onto Warren's as he stood beside the bed his cock glistening from the sucking she had just given him, and the look of satisfaction and glee at the complete domination of her shocked her so that it was a moment before she realized that the voice she heard wa
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