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Subject: {ASSM} Bambi Goes Black! (F/m interr cuckold)
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The following story is the property of Mid-Prod Com.  This story is fiction
and contains sexual and female domination content.  If you are not of legal
age in the state you live in to view such material or are offended by such
material please do NOT read this story.  Copyright by Mid-Prod Com, 2000

   Bambi Goes Black!

   TJ Ryder

   www.Midnightx.com/

   ILLUSTRATED FETISH ADULT STORIES

   Nobody looking at me would believe my wife Bambi and me as a couple. 
Mainly because I'm an ordinary looking guy, smallish, thin, mid thirties.
In fact I look like the bookkeeper everyone usually thinks I am when. 
That's how we met.

   Bambi, my wife, is my own age, but that's all we have in common except
each other.  She's a blonde dish who works as a receptionist at Starlight
Entertainment which is where I met her, hired to do their annual audit.  I
would never have approached her if her boss hadn't asked me to help her out
with her personal bookkeeping.

   Her boss Ron Silverman runs Starlight for some corporation in Nevada, I
don't ask too many questions about that, and one day we were sitting in his
office.  He arranged gigs for lots of showgirls and black acts, and showed
me some early pictures of Bambi, because he knew I dropped pencils
everytime she came into the office.

   "See that, Harry, here's her first picture, when she came into the
office 15 years ago."

   I looked, swallowed.  She wasn't blonde then, a brunette, but with those
big firm 40D-cup breasts she still had, and full lips and teasing
expression.  I noticed the name said Jane Pulaski.

   "Quite a babe then, still is of course, but not a headliner any more.  I
chose her name, Bambi Foxx, had her hair and teeth done, but not her boobs,
nope, those are all natural.  Of course now she has to exercise an hour a
day to keep it.  Lately, with all the amateurs in the trade, and the kids
and silicone, her career isn't the same any more.  How you doing on her
taxes?"

   "Um, almost done, sir, she owes a bit."

   "Your'e a good accountant, Harry.  Steady and honest.  Say, you know
what, why don't you go out with Bambi?  Pretty obvious you dig her."

   I sputtered in my coffee, "ulp, um, sir, I doubt if she'd, well I mean I
think she has someone." That was true, I know receptionists in talent

   agencies are hired for their looks and shall we say, friendly
dispositions, but I had seen her getting and accepting dates and
invitations from several of the black athletes and gamblers who hung around
the rap singers that Ron booked.

   "What are you talking about?  She'd just love to go out with you. 
Your'e the kind of steady influence babes like her need in their lives. 
She's divorced from her third marriage, no kids, her finances are in a mess
from the last no-good she married.  Lots of my exotic dancers wise up
around her age if theyr'e lucky.  Here's a pic of one of her friends,
Debbie Delight.  See that, maybe youv'e seen her around.

   I stared at a voluptuous redhead in g-string and pasties, and I had
gaped at her when she and Bambi went out to lunch together sometimes.

   "Debbie, sure you know her, they started pretty much the same time, and
Debbie's been doing real well since she married Wally Ringgold, he works

   in the club bookings."

   I was surprised at that.  Wally was a lot like me and I couldn't see
them together.  But I was surprised she was married in the first place.  It
seems that I had seen Debbie and Bambi go on double dates with black studs.

   "Oh, um, I really didn't know she was married."

   "She's been married for 2 years now to Wally.  I introduced them and

   she's been doing fine since.  Oh you mean because you see her going on
dates?" I sheepishly nodded, blushing a little and he laughed, lighting

   a cigar.

   "Hey that's nothing in this crazy business.  Marriages in the
entertainment industry gotta be flexible.  Sure she has boyfriends on the
side, you expect it with a babe like that.  Or are you saying because she
only dates black?"

   I stammered I didn't know that, however I only saw black males dating
either of these gorgeous women.

   "Sure, lots of hot babes have black studs on the side.  They still can
make great wives and girlfriends, if you accept reality, or at least
pretend not to notice it.  Where do you think Mrs.  Silverman is right
now?"

   "I'm sure I wouldn't, um, have any idea, sir." I knew Ron's wife was 25
years younger than he was, a stripper herself who became his fourth wife
last year.

   Ron leaned back in his leather chair, blowing a smoke ring.  "She is
right now, with the biggest black cock in the city.  I'm paying for her spa
at the Mandingo Social Club.  They got huge muscular masseuses there with
12 inches of cock each.  I'm paying at least a thousand dollars for her
afternoon there, every Tuesday.  I feel good that I can give her so much
pleasure.  That's part of our contribution to a good marriage, Harry.  Why
do you think a knockout babe like that would marry a skinny pencildick like
me?" I think he wanted to say us but changed his mind, as my mind reeled,
as well as my being titillated by the thought of his luscious wife being
stretched by a foot long black sausage at this moment.

   I forget how the meeting ended, but the message played through my head
day and night, reliving it.  The yearly audit was almost over before I
finally worked up the nerve to ask Bambi out.  She was reaching for a file,
and I wanted to help her but I had gotten an enormous hardon sitting at my
desk watching her cleavage, how her sheer form fitting dress hugged her
curves, making her big breasts move with every key stroke.  All I could
think of for the last week was her and her girlfriend Debbie humping big
black bucks mixed in with images of Ron coming home to a wife who had spent
the afternoon taking black cock.

   "Um, Miss Foxx," and she giggled, looking back at me.

   "Must be important, Harry, you used to call me Bambi."

   "Um, not, um, important like that.  I was just wondering, if, well you
know, you and I could...this Saturday?"

   She was puzzled, but smiled finally, "a date?  You want a date, Harry,
is that it?" I blushed and nodded, and she bit her lip, thinking

   of it.  "Actually I was kind of hoping you would ask me out, but this
Saturday is kind of an awkward time."

   "Oh, well, perhaps, another..."

   "No, it's fine, but it would have to be late, I have a dancing gig I
should be through with by 11.  Debbie and I are doing a black fraternity on
Ashcroft.  You could pick me up afterwards if you like, because we usually
take one car, her husband is manager of the act and would have to cross
town to drive me home."

   I was a little confused and flustered.  I agreed to it, and the next
couple of days she was much more friendly.  She even invited me along to
lunch with Debbie.  Being with two megababes got me some serious envious
states as we were seated in this medium priced restaurant.  And I was
surprised at the flattery I got from Debbie.

   "Iv'e been telling Bambi all year she should hook up with someone like
you," she said, eating her salad, her cleavage deep enough to get stares
from across the room but she was used to it.  Bambi frowned and told her to
be quiet.

   "I mean," she said, slapping her friend's arm, "all I mean't was you
worked at the agency so you know the score and girls like us going black,
so it's no surprise and all." I looked at Bambi, blushing a little, but
only got a smile back.  So I nodded.

   "After all," she said, sipping a dry wine, "Bambi never meets whiteboys
any more outside the club.  And anyone she does meet wouldn't accept, you
know." I nodded, pretending understanding so nobody would be uncomfortable.

   "Deb," Bambi said, "it's our first date, for crying out loud."

   "Okay, okay, sure.  It'll be late though.  Wev'e played at Stud Central,
that's what the black guys call their fraternity, before.  Maybe you could
keep Ron company while we work."

   Bambi was doubtful about that.

   "You mean we would see your act?" To be honest I was definitely aroused
by the idea of seeing them.  However Debbie smiled and shook her head.

   "Not at the black clubs, honey, no whites allowed, I mean white males
that is.  No, my husband Wally books it, drives us there, gets us ready,
and waits up the highway at the SideRoom Taphouse with the phone for when
wer'e ready to leave.  He'd love to have company." I was disappointed but I
had nothing else to do except hang out until late anyway, so I nodded,
agreeing and saying I'd be happy to be there.

   Bambi electrified me by patting the back of my hand, offering a
conciliatory smile, "you can watch us another time, all our gigs aren't

   black clubs"

   Debbie giggled, "not for lack of trying anyway."

   Saturday night Wally and I were at the Sideroom at the bar and I
realized I had seen him around the agency a couple of times.  We had gotten
along

   pretty good, and he was professional at getting them started, while I
helped carry their costumes inside the fraternity, and such a lot of big
young black muscular grinning faces I had never seen before.  They were
already whistling and patting and feeling up the girls as they paraded into
their dressing room.  Afterwards we were politely but firmly told to come
back

   later, so I followed Wally 3 miles up the freeway to the Sideroom.  I
was reluctant to leave, as the girls were just about to change, and their
look of eager anticipation was contagious, but was not about to challenge
all the huge ebony muscle around us.

   We had exchanged pleasantries back and forth, talking about the agency
and business and all.  Wally said he would never have taken me inside there
if I wasn't in the scene, as he put it.

   "I'm really glad your'e here, Harry.  This will be a couple hours, maybe
three or four."

   "Does their act go on that long"

   He laughed, "their act is 45 minutes, tops.  After that it's
socializing, haw, haw.  Man," he said, straightening his erection in his
pantleg right in front of me, "theyr'e probably starting that pretty soon.
Wish you could be there to watch, huh?  Me too.  Some clubs allow it
actually."

   The impact was setting in, and I was glad the bar was dark so my red
face wasn't that obvious.

   "Yup," he smiled, taking a sip of light draft, "I wish I could see it,
starting right about now," looking at his watch."The girls got a hot act
and those black pistons were hard when we got there, buddy.  Our girls have
a lot of rigid black meat to soften up before we get the cleanup call. 
Which of course they don't mind much.  Nope, this fraternity gig is one of
their favorites all right.  Tell you the truth they'd probably do it for
nothing except Silverman would go nuts.  As it is we don't make a dime on
it."

   "Um, what," I asked, discreetly arranging my own hardon because his
imagery was having its effect.

   He laughed, "don't worry, they'll be through in three hours or so.  I'd
offer to play cards but I can't concentrate when Debbie is getting her
black cock quota, don't know about you but that's the way I am.  They'll be
stretched, sore and swamped when we get the call.  All we got to do when I
get beeped is collect them and all their stuff, and make sure you get it
all because those costumes are expensive.  Normally I put them both in the
back seat and go to the Red Roost over in Astin.  Theyr'e real hungry
afterwards, I mean after we get on our knees for a while.  Nice secluded

   parking lot and not too far from the fraternity.  But that's up to you
and the girls.  They do appreciate a good cleaning session after a night
like this, and naturally," he laughed, "so do we, right buddy?"

   My cock was seeping by this time, so hard it was uncomfortable in my
pants.  I wondered if Bambi was aware how new this was to me, or if she
expected Wally would tell this and see how I'd react.  And how will I
react, I wondered, realizing how my body was reacting anyway.  So this is
going with black owned dates.  Waiting in a bar, having a drink, thinking
of your date getting big thick black cock in every hole, and looking
forward to picking her up and tongue cleaning her before taking her out to
dinner.  This was what Mr Silverman was talking about.  I was angered

   and excited, part of me wanting to just leave, and another, stronger
part, wanting to see what happened with Bambi and myself.  And it got worse
as time passed, closer to when Wally would get beeped, as he told me more.
By this time we had several drinks each.

   "Let me give you some advice about the girls, man.  Even though we
nursin stiffies, don't go in the mens room to stroke off.  Nope, bad form
son.  I did that once and Debbie wouldn't go out with me for two weeks. 
She likes to see a stiff white penis at the end of the night no matter what
she does.  Maybe if Bambi really likes you she'll toss you off at the end
of the date."

   I groaned, my hardon throbbing so hard now I could barely speak.  "Is
that what your wife does?"

   He grinned, "I wish, boy.  Nope, she makes me jack off in the toilet
when we get home, that is if I pleased her enough.  Otherwise she takes out
the shoelaces whip!" I was stunned, and more so when he confided that Bambi
has used it on him a couple of times.  I found myself looking at my watch
more and more now with conflicting emotions and passions running through my
mine and genitals.

   

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