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Subject: {ASSM} Suzanne: Mississippi Burning, Part One (ir, oral, reluc, mdom)
Date: Tue,  9 Oct 2001 05:10:02 -0400
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SUZANNE: MISSISSIPPI BURNING 

 Suzanne put the last of the clean dishes away and nervously wiped her hands on
the dish towel. She could hear the lawnmower engine outside, whirring away as
Tony finished up the last little bit of the side yard. She ran her hands
through her short auburn hair and bit her lip, dreading  what she was about to
do. 

   Suzanne was normally very shy and reserved. She didn't like the idea of
having to fire the yard man who had worked for her and her husband the last six
months. But lately, Tony's attitude had become simply impossible. He was never
directly  insubordinate. He did, however, have the habit of standing too close
to her, invading her personal space.  He answered all of her questions and
requests with a cocky smirk, as if he was secretly mocking her. And the way he
looked at her made her feel distinctly uncomfortable.

     Her feelings didn't have anything to do, she assured herself., with the
fact that Tony was Black. Suzanne was raised a proper Southern girl, and she
knew people who were very prejudiced,  but she judged people on their
character, not the color of their skin. 

    She hadn't mentioned any of this to her husband the night before; she had
just told him that she didn't think Tony was going to work out and they should
hire someone else. He had just shrugged and kissed the top of her head.
"Whatever you want, honey," he had said. He was such a sweet man. 

    She heard the lawnmower engine stop and knew her was finished. She looked
out the back window and saw Tony putting the mower away in the outbuilding
behind the house. He was a big man, almost six-three. He had stripped off his
shirt in the Mississippi heat, and his  muscular torso glistened with sweat.
That was another thing that made Suzanne uncomfortable, the way Tony was always
displaying his body. His work shorts and jeans were often so tight that Suzanne
swore she could see the outline of his...well, his thing. Suzanne felt a lush
rising to her cheeks at the thought. She got a determined look in her green
eyes. This was something that had to be done. 

    She heard the back door open. Tony's bulk filled the doorway into the
kitchen. "I finished the mowing...ma'am," he said, hesitating just slightly
before the last word. See, she thought, that's what I mean. He says it, but
it's like he's making fun of me. She got her checkbook out of her purse and sat
down at the kitchen table to pay him. He came over and stood close by her chair
like he often did. So close that she could smell his sweat. "When you want me
to come back?" he said. 

   She didn't look up from writing the check. "I don't think we'll be needing
you anymore, Tony," she said, trying to keep the trembling out of her voice.

   "Some problem, Mrs. H______?" he said. He moved closer to her. Suzanne
became acutely aware that his crotch was right at the level of her face. She
ripped the check out of the checkbook. "No, she said, not looking at him,
"There's no problem..." 

   "Bullshit." . 

   The sudden vehemence in his voice shocked her as much as the profanity. She
looked up at him in shock, realizing how he towered over her. She tried to
stand up, but he put one massive hand on her shoulder, holding her in the chair
as if she were a child. 

   "You think I ain't seen how you look at me?" he said in that hard voice, so
different from his usual soft tones. "You think I don't notice?" 

   "I...I don't know what you mean," she stammered.."P-please take your hand
off me." 

    "I don't think so," he said. 

     A shiver of fear ran through Suzanne's belly. . Her nearest neighbor was
over 100 yards away, the houses separated by a thick grove of oak trees. No one
would hear her if she called for help. She was, she realized, totally at his
mercy. The revelation caused a strange flutter in Suzanne's stomach, something
other than fear. Her head turned, almost unwillingly, back to his groin. She
saw that his penis was bulging against the denim of his cut-off shorts. It
looked huge. "Oh, God," she whimpered. It started as a sound of fear, but what
came out was  a moan. His chuckle sent another spasm of heat through  her. She
became aware of a wetness between her legs. "No," she whispered.
"Please...don't.." 

     -~Don't what, MRS. H________?  he sneered. "Don't take out my big Black
dick and make you suck on it? Don't FUCK you?" 

    The lewd words sent another jolt of pure heat through her. Her husband, so
sweet and gentle, had never used any such harsh language around her. 

   She moaned again as he began slowly pulling down his zipper, still holding
her in place with his other hand on her shoulder. He reached in and slowly
withdrew his cock, holding it just inches from her face. She couldn't believe
the size of it. She had only seen one other penis in her life -"her
husband's -"and it was nothing like this monster. Tony's cock  was at least of
foot long and the shaft looked almost as big around as Suzanne's  wrist. How
could any woman take something that big inside of her, she wondered. 

   "This what you been wantin' to see?" he demanded. 

     "No," she whispered, but she knew deep down that she was lying. She had
indeed been sneaking peeks at the bulge in his jeans for weeks now, but she had
denied it even to herself. . "God," she groaned. "It's so b-b-big..." 

      "Bigger than your husband's?" he said. She couldn't bring herself to say
it. Finally, she nodded slightly.  He slapped her across the face with is open
hand, not hard, but hard enough to show what he could do if he wanted. "Is it
BIGGER than your HUSBAND's?" he demanded again. 

     "Yes," she sobbed. "It's bigger than my husband's. Please don't make
me...d-do-do it..."  

        "Get on your knees," he ordered. Still weeping, she complied. 	


    "See," he said almost conversationally, "I think you lyin' to me. I think
you really want to suck it. But you can't deal with givin' in to a black man.
So I have to make you do it. Now open your mouth, Mrs. H_________." 	


    "No,"' she said, shaking her head desperately. He slapped her again,
harder. She wept and closed her eyes as she opened her mouth as wide as it
would go. She felt his hand grab her by the hair and force her lips over the
head of his cock. She moaned in fear as he forced it into her unwilling mouth.
The heavy, salty taste of his flesh overwhelmed her senses, causing her to feel
lightheaded, almost drunk. He used his grip on her hair to force his cock
further into her mouth until she gagged slightly. When she did that, he
relented in his grip but only for a moment before forcing it in even further. I
don't have a choice, the thought drummed in her head over and over, I have to
do what he says, I have to please him...Gradually, her throat muscles relaxed
and she was taking him deeper into her mouth. He groaned with pleasure and she
felt a jolt of arousal go through her at the sound. She couldn't believe her
reaction. Here she was, being brutally mouth- raped by a servant, a black man
even...and she liked it. She realized that he nipples were stiff with desire
and that her pussy was soaking wet. She gave a small moan deep in her throat
and heard him chuckle. He released his hold her hair. Freed of his grip, she
raised her hands to his hips to try to push him away, but was horrified to
discover that she couldn't. Her hands wrapped around his waist, grasping his
buttocks to pull him deeper into her mouth. He laughed again. "I knew it," he
said. "I knew once you got a taste, you wouldn't be able to say no. Now suck
it, Mrs. H_____," he ordered. "Suck my big Black dick.." 

  His soft, commanding words  sent her over the edge. She groaned in sheer lust
around his hardness in her mouth and began fellating him eagerly, her lips
making nasty slurping sounds as she tried to take all of his hardness into her
mouth. She worked her tongue against the underside and was rewarded by another
grunt of pleasure. She reached down to gently cup the dangling sack of his
balls and groaned again as she felt how heavy and full of cum they were. Her
mind reeled as she thought of sucking all of that delicious cum out of him,
having it shoot into her throat, on her hands, on her face...

 Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Suzanne cried out softly as if
in pain as the abrupt removal  of the throbbing pole in her mouth left her with
the most empty feeling she had ever known. "Please," she begged, even as tears
of shame ran down her face. "Please let me have it some more...let me suck
it..."   

   "Stand up," he ordered. "And bend over the kitchen table. It's time you
learned what a real fuck is like." 

    Fresh tears spilled down her face. She couldn't do it, she just couldn't.
She couldn't let this near-stranger have what she had only given before to her
sweet husband. He grabbed her by the hair again and yanked her to her feet,
giving her another harsh slap for her reluctance. . He spun her around and
threw her face down over the kitchen table. He pinned her slim wrists behind
her with one powerful hand and used the other to shove the hem of her flimsy
sundress over her waist. Her panties were next, ripped off and tossed aside
like so much tissue paper.. She squirmed against the table as she felt the
pressure of his enormous cock against  her pussy from behind. The broad head of
his prick spread and stretched the delicate lips until she whimpered in pain
and fear. "No," she begged softly. "Please, I can't take one that
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" her pleas were cut off as he brutally thrust forward,
shoving half of his cock into her with one thrust. She felt as if she were
being split wide open as he partially withdrew and slammed into her again,
wrenching another scream of pain from her lips. The pain  was all-consuming.
There was nothing else in the world but the agony of his forceful entry...until
with a third mighty thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her pussy and she
came. 

     It was like nothing she had ever felt before, certainly nothing like the
small twinges of pleasure she felt from sex with her husband. This orgasm took
over her whole body, convulsive spasms of pleasure that forced her unwilling
body   to writhe uncontrollably against the table top. Still pinning her down,
Tony began fucking her with long deep jackhammer strokes, each one sending
further waves of bliss through her helpless body. 

   "You like that, don't you, you little  whore?" he taunted her. "You like
that black cock?" 

    "Yes," she panted. "I love it. I love your cock. Please don't stop. Fuck
me. Fuck me harder..." 

     "Still want me to leave?"  he said. 

    "No...no," she sobbed,   -~Don't ever leave, don't ever stop. Every day, I
want you here every day. I'll fuck you, I'll suck you...I'll be your  whore..."
the sound of her own slavish pleading aroused her even further until she was
screaming in  orgasm again. He redoubled his thrusts,  pounding her hard
against the table, making her cum even harder. He gave a great shout as his own
climax exploded inside her. The pulsing of his cock and the scalding jets of
cum splashing against the walls of her vagina sent her pleasure skyrocketing
even higher.  Her back arched, she raised her  head up off the table, and the
scream of joy stuck in her throat at first as she built towards the most
powerful orgasm yet. Then she shrieked as it burst over her. Her vision blurred
and white-hot flames seemed to consume her as her muscles twitched and spasmed.
Finally , it was over. Suzanne lay across the table, limp and shattered,
utterly broken to his cock. She moaned at the slurping sound of his withdrawal,
felt the white cum leaking out of her onto the table top, but it was as if it
was being felt by someone far away. She lay there, too spent to move until  he
slapped her on the ass, hard. She raised her head to look at him. 

   "See you tomorrow, Mrs. H_____," he said as he pulled his shorts back up
over his hips. Suzanne whimpered slightly  as he tucked his cock back in and
zipped up. She lay there, unmoving, watching him as he swaggered out of the
room. "Tomorrow," she whispered. 

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