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Subject: {ASSM} Manhandled Stewardess (m/f, i/r, n/c)
Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2001 09:10:02 -0400
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                Manhandled Stewardess - (m/f, i/r, n/c)
                                   by
                              Black Demon

                _______________________________________
                          Standard Disclaimer!
          This is a fictional story intended for Adults only!
             ______________________________________________

                    ************        ***********
   Note:  The story below is a story in itself.  However, it is also a
                          direct continuation
        of the earlier story entitled:  Subdued Stewardess - II
                     ***********        ***********

Riding in the shuttle bus with the crew to the nearby airport hotel,
Melissa sat quietly with her thoughts reflecting back to the flight that
had just concluded.  She had not seen him since that night at the
'Cliffs' when she and Bill had celebrated their anniversary.  'Yes, that
certainly was a memorable night at the 'Cliffs'!  I can't believe what I
did in a public place!  If Bill had come out outside to the restaurant's
outdoor viewpoint, he'd have caught me jerking of a black man, making
him cum out in a public place!' she recalled.

'Why?  Why did I give him that note on the flight?  Why did I tell him
what hotel the crew was checking in to?  Why did I ask him to call me?'
she asked herself.  A lot of questions, but she knew the answer to it
all.  Simply, she wanted him to fuck her out of her mind again, to make
her his whore!  She wondered if he would show up at the hotel.  As the
shuttle was waiting for the traffic to clear and make a left turn into
the hotel parking lot, she observed a taxi pull up in front of the
hotel.  Her thigh muscles clenched as she observed the familiar black
figure exit the taxi and walk up the steps into the hotel lobby.

As Melissa and the crew entered the hotel lobby, she observed the
passenger who had been on the flight sitting in a lounge chair while
reading the evening paper.  As the crew checked in, Melissa got her room
number and key.  When a fellow stewardess asked what room she was in and
if she wanted to head out for a cocktail, Melissa replied "I'm in room
605 but I'll pass as I want to get into bed right away!"  She had said
it loud enough for Archie as he sat and pretended to be reading the
paper.  Archie actually was looking at the lovely Mrs. Melissa Weber at
the time, seeing her glance at him and smile while making her last
comment.

Getting to the elevator with several other crew members, Melissa chatted
with them and got off on the sixth for with two fellow stews.  Arriving
at her room, she waved to her fellow stews, advising "I'm getting to bed
right away!  See you in the morning!"  Entering her hotel room, Melissa
wheeled her overnight case into the small closet area, then leaned
against the wall with her heart pounding in anticipation.

'God, how can I be doing such a thing!  Happily married with two
adorable children in elementary school, yet here I am, wait for a black
man to come to my room and fuck me!  Christ, I must be sick - I don't
even know his name!' she muttered to herself.  A moment later, the
expected knock sounded at her door.  'Don't answer it!  He'll go away if
I don't answer it!  You can't cheat on Bill and the children!' she told
herself.  But at the same time her hand was reaching for the doorknob.

Then came a second knock.  Hesitantly, Melissa reached for the lock and
doorknob, panting for breath as she told herself not to open it.  She
closed her eyes, her hands now on the door lock and knob, trying to
repel the temptation of opening the door.  Momentarily she thought of
her loving husband and young children, telling herself that she couldn't
do this to them, couldn't risk her marriage and children.  'Don't
jeopardize everything you have!  Don't open the door!  Not for some
brief physical pleasure with another man, a black one at that!' she told
herself.

As her resolve faded, Melissa clenched her thighs together, biting down
on her lip to fight back the urge.  Throwing caution to the wind, she
undid the safety bolt, opening the door to admit her muscular black
visitor.   In the narrow entranceway of her motel room, she was embraced
in the arms of a man other than her loving husband.  Closing her eyes,
her lips opened to admit the thick searching tongue as she embraced the
muscular body of her visitor.  Deep down she wanted him to dominate her,
to force her to do his bidding.  She was not to be disappointed as she
felt his hands on her shoulders pushing her down, then heard his gruff
voice ordering her to "Get down on your fucking knees, bitch!  Get a
taste of a man's cock!"

On her return flight back, Melissa chastised herself for what she had
done, cheating on Bill just to satisfy her need.  Her need for black
cock, the need to scratch that terrible itch between her legs had gotten
the best of her.  But she had to admit, it had been a night she'd
remember for a very long time, that itch had been well soothed by the
hot cream the stranger had intimately applied directly to that itch.
She recalled waking up in the early morning with the pleasurable feel of
the long thick cock pulsing deep between her thighs.  Clenching her
thigh muscles at that very moment, she felt some of that hot cream ooze
from her well stretched pussy onto the napkin she had used for extra
protection from getting her panties sopping wet and in turn soiling her
uniform.

Arriving home in the late afternoon, her two little girls came running
up to greet her and Bill gave her a passionate kiss to welcome her
home.  Emptying her small flight bag, Melissa took her dirty clothes to
the laundry room to put them in the wash.  She kept the blue uniform
that she had worn on her prior flight rolled up in a tight ball.  She
did not want Bill to see the cum stains that soiled it, caused by the
streams of cum that had escaped her lips when she was on her knees in
the entranceway of the hotel room.

Alone in the washroom, Melissa unfolded her soiled uniform that brought
back the memories of having admitted her visitor into the hotel room.
She had wanted and had begged him to take her to bed, to give her the
fucking that she craved for.  After he had pushed her to her knees on
the carpeted floor, he had told her of what he desired "You look so
beautiful and sexy in your uniform!  I always wanted a beautiful
stewardess on her knees, sucking me off!"

Melissa had complied, getting down on her knees to worship his long
thick manhood, running her teasing tongue up and down his black shaft.
Then she had opened her mouth wide to engulf his bulb-like cockhead,
bobbing her head up and down.  Minutes later, she felt the throbbing
shaft pulsing faster and faster in her eagerly sucking mouth.  She had
anxiously waited to taste the creamy load of hot protein, with her hands
continuing to stroke the lengthy black shaft.  Then she felt the pulsing
cockhead expand in her throat, then it was withdrawn a bit to fill her
mouth just as it suddenly exploded.  Spurt after spurt of the sticky
white goo splattered against the back of her throat, filling her mouth
to the brim with sticky goo, escaping the corners of her mouth to flow
down her chin and onto her blue uniform.

That night, Bill helped her get the girls to bed, something that she
normally did when she was not out of town.  Melissa knew Bill was
helping as he was anxious to get her into bed for some lovemaking.  She
was eager to please her loving husband, feeling especially guilty of the
sin that she had committed upon their marriage during her overnight
stay.  In the darkness of the night, she felt Bill's caressing hands
upon her body and the gentle way that he normally made love to her.  She
had hunched up at him, encircling his humping body to her but it only
served to excite him to spurting his love juices that much sooner.  She
had clenched her teeth tightly, refraining from yelling out to Bill
'Damn you, fuck me like a 'real man'!'

Moments later, Melissa let go of her arms and legs embracing Bill, who
after having shot his load was now about to go to sleep.  Bill's body
merely shifted a bit as he rolled off to the side, as her clenching cunt
muscles squeezed out his dwindled and now useless cock.  Clamping her
legs together to prevent leakage of his watery cum from wetting the bed,
Melissa got up to make her way to the bathroom, needing to clean up the
mess that her husband had left.  As she cleansed herself, she could not
help but to let her fingers move in search of her sensitive clit,
needing to obtain relief from the agitating itch started by her
husband.  Relief came as she fingered herself while her thoughts went
back to her adventure in the hotel room of the night earlier.

Several months later, Melissa was in dire need of getting that itch
scratched again.  Having quelled the need for the past three months by
constantly fingering herself in the privacy of her bathroom, she had
successfully fought back the sinful urges.  Once she had even been
tempted to make a trip across town, the raunchy part of town, to go into
a sleazy bar to extinguish that itch.  She shivered at the recollection
of what had occurred just yesterday, on one of the rare weekends when
she had the days off to spend with Bill and the girls.

Shopping for a swing set for the girls, they had stopped in at one store
that had a special on all swing sets for the weekend.  Melissa felt
flush and nervous when a muscular black salesman, in his late 40's
approached to assist them.  Immediately, she clenched her thighs
together, trying desperately to block out the evil thoughts that began
to flood her mind.  She felt so guilty, thinking such thoughts while in
the company of her husband and children.

Lewis Harris had seen that 'look' before, seeing the lovely young wife
and mother flush and turn her head away while he began showing them the
various sets.  He couldn't believe such a little beauty was in need of a
little black 'luving', making him wonder if he was losing his touch in
reading that look.  He had seen that look on many women but none so
attractive as this young beauty who was in the presence of her husband
and young girls.  This was definitely one deal he certainly did not want
to lose, figuring he'd need to give the Mr. a sweet deal on the swing
set and offer to put it up for him real cheap.

With the girls anxious to try out the sets and their father running
after them, Lewis hollered out to let the girls try out the various
swings.  Then loudly he said "Oh, Ma'am, let me show you this brochure
that shows you some special features of the set!"  Turning to go to the
desk, he could see her slowly and nervously begin to follow.  Opening up
a brochure, he could see how nervous this beauty was.  In a moment, he'd
know if he had read that 'look' right the moment he laid eyes upon her.

Seeing that the lovely woman's back blocked the view of her husband, he
opened up the brochure and in handing it to her, deliberately made
contact with her beautifully manicured hand.  He heard her sharp intake
of breath but also noticed that she had not jerked her hand away in
revulsion.  Lewis knew he had read that 'look' correctly as he then
boldly moved his hand to caress hers, hearing her now panting for
breath.  Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, stroking her hand, he
told her "Convince your husband to buy a set from me so I can put it up
for you!  You'll like the big juicy bonus that comes with it, sweetie!"

A few moments later, the girls came running up to desk, yelling "Mommy,
mommy ........we want the red swing set!"  Then the father appeared and
began to discuss the price with the smiling Lewis, who would now be
willing to give the set away for free, just for the chance to get into
the beauty's tight little panties.  Suspecting that the husband was one
too busy to take off from work, Lewis figured he'd make the pitch that
he could have it set up in no time and could deliver the set and set it
up anytime.

He had figured it out right when the lovely beauty was asked by her
husband "Honey, do you know when you're not flying this week?  What do
you think of us spending a bit more to have the set put up for us?"
Lewis felt his cock give a twitch in learning that this lovely beauty
was a stewardess, his very first chance to getting into a beautiful
stewardess's tight panties.  His cocked twitched again in hearing her
stammer "Wednes .........Wednesday!  I ......I have a red-eye on Tuesday night and
I'll get home a bit after 8 a.m.!  I ........I think it's a good idea to
have the set put up for us, especially since you don't have much spare
time!"

On her return flight that Tuesday night, Melissa could not concentrate
on her job, her mind a nervous wreck.  Not wanting to see the muscular
black salesman for fear of her weakness, she had called Bill in the
evening just before the flight took off.  She had asked Bill to mark the
area where the swing set was to be placed and to write the instructions
down so she could give it to the salesman.

On the drive home, Melissa had planned on locking herself in her home
and not venture outside when the salesman showed up.  She'd simply tape
the instructions that Bill wrote out onto the front door.  That way
she'd avoid having to see or talk to the man.  She planned on taking two
sleeping pills once she arrived home.  With the delivery not set till 10
a.m., she'd be able to tape the note to the door and get to sleep before
the arrival of the swing set.

Turning into her driveway, Melissa gasped as she observed the delivery
truck already parked in the middle of the driveway, blocking her path
into the garage.  She observed various parts of  the swing set lying
upon the driveway and then she saw the grinning salesman appear from the
side to wave at her.   With the number of heavy items on the driveway,
Melissa realized that it was not feasible to ask him to move things so
she could park her car in the garage, allowing her to get into the
safety of her home.

Nervously, Melissa got out of her car and began what appeared to be a
long walk to the safety of her home.  "I .......I thought the delivery was
scheduled for 10 a.m!" she stammered, realizing that all her plans on
not seeing or talking to this man had been for naught.  "I'll ......I'll get
the instructions my husband wrote out for you!" she added as she walked
towards the silent but grinning man.

She shivered when she finally head him speak "Good morning, Mrs. Weber!
I got here a bit early cause I wanted to see how beautiful you look in
your uniform!  I must say, it sure was worth my while to come out
early!  Plus, I remembering promising you that special 'bonus' in
convincing your husband to buy the set and to have me put it up!"  Lewis
smiled at the shocked reaction that his blunt words brought to her face.

Melissa hurried up the driveway, heart pounding, intent on getting into
the safety of her home.  Fumbling with her keys, she sought to find her
house key as she neared the front door.  Then she saw movement of
another shadow at her doorway, realizing that the smirking man had
followed her up the driveway.  Finally, with the key inserted into the
lock, she stammered "Wait ..............wait here and I'll be right back with my
husband's note to you!"

Quickly, slipping in as the door opened, Melissa turned to shut and lock
the door behind her.  But a foot wedged into the open space prevented
the door from being closed, then she felt the pressure being applied
from the front of the door, a force that she could not match as the door
was slowly forced open.  "Please ..........please .............please leave
..............pleaseeeee!" she sobbed, tears welling her eyes and beginning to
flow down her cheeks as her uninvited guest entered her home.

Her body shuddered in nervousness as she saw and heard the door close
shut behind the menacing black intruder.  "Please ...........no ............please
...........don't ........don't rape me ...............pleaseeee!" she sobbed, putting her
hands out to stop the advancing terror.  But when her hands met the
muscular chest, she did not exert much pressure in pushing him away.
She closed her eyes and sobbed, telling herself that she could not do
this to her loving husband again, that she had to fight him off with all
her might.  She shivered as she felt large hands encircle her wrists,
forcing her hands down, down so she would be able to feel his power in
her own hands.

Lewis heard her gasp as she made contact with his throbbing cock.  His
cock gave a mighty throb when her felt her fingers squeeze at his
bulging crotch.  He knew she was his for the taking as he let go of her
wrists only to feel her fingers continue to squeeze at his manhood.  But
he knew this little bitch wanted to be taken by force, taken by a brute
who merely needed to satisfy his lust.  With that, he reached up with
both hands and yanked the front of her white blouse apart, sending
buttons flying all about.  A quick twist of his wrist snapped her thin
lacy bra, baring her perfectly shaped breasts, upon which he was
slobbering on in seconds.

With a slight push, Lewis had the lovely young wife up against the foyer
table.  Moving up against the frightened beauty, he grasped her tight
asscheeks and easily lifted her up onto the table.  He loved the way she
sobbed, frightened yet in dire need for him to fuck her good.  Pulling
up the skirt to her uniform, he reached up and easily tore away her lacy
white panties.  He then pulled her to the edge of the table and stepped
forward, his thick cockhead parting the slick entrance to her womanhood.

"Nooo ...........nooooo ..........stop .........stop ............please!" Melissa pleaded, trying
now to push her uninvited guest away with all her might.  "Ohhhhhhhhhh,
Godddddd ...........owwwwwww ............ohhhhhhhhhhh ...............it hurstsssss ..........stop
.....stop!" she screamed.  Her hands now moved to clutch at the muscular
biceps, feeling the strength of the 'man' that was making her his
woman.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh ...........ohhhhhhhhhh ................ohhhhhh, God!" she moaned
as the thick black muscle slid deeply into her.

Lewis slammed himself forward, plunging his thick black cock into the
sobbing beauty, the tabletop banging violently against the foyer wall.
Over and over, he nailed the lovely against the wall, sending all the
decorative items on the tabletop down to the floor.  Stabbing into her,
Lewis began taunting the moaning beauty "That look in your eye told me
you been dying for some good black meat!  Am I right, sweetie?  Bet
you've been dreaming of some black luving since the weekend, huh,
bitch!  Ya got a 'real' man in your horny twat now, sugar!"  He laughed
upon hearing her sharp intake of breath each time he expanded his
throbbing cock with a twitch in her gripping snatch.

"Oh, Godddd ................oh, yessssssss .................fuck me ............fuck me like the
bitch I really am!" she moaned loudly, her fingers digging into his
muscular arms as she wrapped her legs around his thick thighs.  "Harder
............harder ...........oh, rape me ..........rape me hard!" Melissa groaned, locking
her heels to bring him closer and deeper.  "Yessss ........oh, Godddddd
..............ahhhhhhhh ...........I ...........I'm cummmmminggg!" she screamed.

"Oh, baby ...........you're so fucking tight!  Haven't had a 'man' in a long
time, huh, Mrs. Weber?  Hubby don't satisfy you with his little weenie,
huh, sweetie?" Lewis taunted as he sliced between her slick folds,
making her swoon from the pleasure.  "Oh, sweetie!  Got quite to load to
give ya, honey!  Gonna fill ya up with some hot cum, hot nigger cum that
is!  Oh, baby ................here it cummmmsssss ..........ohhhh, yeahhhhhhhh!" he
groaned as his body shook, emptying his hot load deep in her fertile
womb.

As Melissa sat helplessly dazed upon the foyer table, her uniform jacket
was peeled back over her shoulders and off her arms.  Next, her torn
blouse and lacy bra followed.  With a yank, the button holding her
uniform skirt tore and she was lifted a bit to allow the garment to be
pulled from her, sliding down her legs and to the floor.  She remained
sitting as hands caressed her thighs, then began rolling down one nylon
after the other to reveal her beautiful ivory legs.  With her nylons and
heels now scattered upon the foyer floor, she sat on the foyer table in
all her beauty.

A moment later, her trim white arms were around the thick black neck as
she was lifted up into his arms, being carried to the bedroom that she
shared with her husband.  As they made their way to the bedroom, they
engaged in a deep passionate kiss, tongues delving into each other's
mouth.  Soon, Melissa lay upon the familiar bed that she shared with
Bill, her sexy white legs widespread for a good fucking.  She would get
that good fucking but only it was not to be from her loving husband.

It was 10:30 a.m. as Bill Weber got into his car after concluding the
big contract that he had been after.  Looking at his watch, he realized
that he gotten done with the meeting quite early and had about an hour
to kill before his scheduled luncheon with another client.  As he wasn't
too far from home, he decided to see if the swing set was being put up
in the right place.  'Besides, it'd sure be fun to crawl into bed with
Melissa for a quick fuck while someone's working so nearby!' he thought.

Pulling up into the driveway, Bill saw his wife's car parked behind the
van with parts of the swing set lying on the driveway.  Walking to the
backyard where the swing set was to be put up, he looked about but no
one was in sight.  A cold chill went throughout his body, wondering
where the black salesman was and more importantly, where was Melissa.
His blood went cold when he heard the familiar voice of his beautiful
wife coming from the area of the master bedroom "Ohhhhhhhhh .............God, it
hurts ............stop ...........it hurtssssssssss ........it's too ............too bigggggggg!"

'I've got to get in there and save Melissa!' Bill's mind raced but he
found himself edging to the rear window.  His heart was pounding madly,
then a chill had him shuddering upon hearing Melissa moan "Oh, God
................yesssss ...........fuck my ass .............shove it in ......deep ............deeper
.............hurt me ............hurt meeeee!"  Bill had been standing off to the side
of the window but just had to peer in.  Turning to peek in, he nearly
gasped at the sight that was taking place on the bed that he shared with
Melissa.  There on the bed was his lovely wife was on all fours, being
mounted like a bitch in heat.

Bill listened to his so-called 'faithful' wife nearly scream as she
climaxed and heard the male grunting as he exploded deep into his wife's
ass.  For ten minutes, it had been completely silent in the bedroom and
Bill anxiously waited for more to come.  Then excitement began to build
within him, when he again heard his wife's voice "Oh, you big black stud
...........fuck me again .........give me your big black cock!"  Hearing the
rustling of sheets, Bill wanted a better view this time and quickly made
his way back around the house.

Turning the knob of the front door, Bill found it open.  Stepping in,
his heart was pounding again as he viewed the scattered clothing on the
foyer floor.  He surveyed Melissa's airline uniform, her torn blouse and
undergarments, heels and nylons.  Then the foyer tabletop caught his
attention, causing him to reach out and touch the sticky fluid with his
fingers.  Rubbing his thumb over his fingers, Bill knew it was the
sticky fuck juices evidencing what had apparently taken place right
there.  He held his fingers up to his nose and the acrid smell confirmed
his suspicions.

Quietly making his way to the master bedroom, with his cock twitching in
anticipation, Bill carefully peered in for a view.  Through the hinged
edge of the door, he found he could safely look in with little chance of
being seen by the occupants, who were quite occupied and obviously had
only one thing in mind.  His cock was rock hard from the exciting sight,
seeing his wife's beautiful sexy white body covered by the bigger
muscular black one.  It was certainly no rape, Bill realized, not the
way in which Melissa's trim white arms and sexy legs were wrapped around
the black stud.

Watching the couple mating on the king-sized bed, Bill had to unzip his
pants to relieve the pressure on his throbbing cock.  Now, with cock in
hand, he began to stroke himself as he watched his lovely wife mate with
the big black stud.  Though excited beyond belief, it was quite
depressing when he heard his wife say "Ohhh, yes ..........I've been dreaming
of this since the weekend!  Yes ...........stick it to me .............fuck me good!
It's so big ..........so much longer than my husband's ...........so much better!
Ohhhhhhh, yesssss .............you're exactly what I've wanted for a long time
............a 'real man' to fuck me!"

Stroking himself, Bill could not get over the stimulating sight that was
taking place on the bed he shared with Melissa.  Then he heard Melissa
urging her stud on "Oh, Goddd ...........I'm going to cum ............cum with me!
Shoot your nigger cum in me!  Make me pregnant!  Knock me up with your
black baby!  Give me your bastard baby!"  Then he observed spasms
convulsing through the muscular black butt, hearing him grunting,
evident of his seeding Melissa's fertile womb.  He saw his lovely wife's
body convulsing, her hands clawing at the muscular back and her legs
pulling her lover deeper into her.  At that moment, Bill leaned against
the wall, his body shaking as he shot his load in the corner of the
wall.

With one last look at the entwined bodies on the bed, Bill zipped up his
pants and quietly made his exit from the house.  Looking at his watch,
he realized that he had better hurry or he'd be late for his lunch
appointment.  Passing the scattered pieces of metal on the driveway, he
sure hoped that the swing set would be put up in time or his daughters
would be in for a big disappointment.  He certainly hoped Melissa would
not detract the man too long and allow him to get to his job.

Getting home at his regular time at 5:30 p.m., Bill pulled up into the
garage and parked next to his wife's car.  Hearing the girls' laughter
coming form the backyard, he wandered in the back and observed the girls
having a good time on the new swing set with Melissa pushing the younger
one.  He had to admit that his lovely young wife looked more radiant
than ever, enjoying the way she ran up to him and greet him with a deep
passionate kiss to welcome him home.

"How'd things go with getting the swing set put up?" Bill asked,
wondering just what kind of lies his 'faithful' wife would tell him.
His heart sank when he heard "Oh, the fellow came a bit early and he did
a real good job!  It's amazing how fast he put it up, once he got
started on it!  Oh, Bill, I hope you don't mind but I took the $50 from
the dresser to give him a tip for the fantastic job that he did!"  Not
only had his lovely wife given her sexy body to the man, she had even
used his money to tip him for a job well done!

Once in the house, Bill saw the foyer entirely in order, so different
from when he had left that morning.  Entering the bedroom, he observed a
new bedspread had been put on to replace the stained one.  The only
evidence he observed that took place that morning was the dried cum
stains in the corner at the entrance to the bedroom.

In bed that night, Bill couldn't wait to take his sexy wife into his
arms for some lovemaking.  When Melissa entwined her trim arms and legs
around him, all he could do was to picture the scene of his lovely wife
embracing her black stud.  Pumping into her, he just could not make it
last, cumming quickly while Melissa pleaded with him to keep on fucking
her, feeling her fingers clawing at him and legs squeezing him to her.
He cringed as he could have sworn he had heard his frustrated wife hiss
under her breath "Damn, I need a 'real' man!"

Bill knew that he could not possibly compare with the 'real man' that
had satisfied her earlier that day.  He just hoped that he could again
observe her with the 'real man' that she craved.  Then he began to think
of work and the recent opening for a regional manager.  The
vice-president in charge of the region was a middle aged black,
well-known as a ladies man.  Bill had not thought much about the job
position but now that he knew of his wife's cravings for a big black
cock, he realized that just maybe he had all the credentials necessary
for that job.  All he needed to do was to set it up perfectly, getting
the VP to meet Melissa at the next function.  Knowing his wife's
weakness for black cock, just perhaps her beautiful white ass might be
exchanged for the job position.


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