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Subject: {ASSM} Black-owned Creampie (MF, FF, interr, D/s)
Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2002 03:10:08 -0500
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Black-owned Creampie
--------------------

The phone rang at the most inopportune time possible. 
Jessica, the hot divorcé, was on top of me, humping me
in a most pleasing manner.  She was a plumpish,
Rubinesque woman, and her weight was very comforting
as she moved up and down, working my penis in and out.
 Her breasts were pendulous, hanging on my chest and
occasionally being mashed when she leaned down to kiss
me breathlessly.  We were both close to cumming when
we were interrupted.

"Let the machine pick it up," I told her, not wanting
to be frustrated so close to finding fulfillment.

"It might be important," she said, pausing to plop off
me wetly and jumping to pick up the phone.  As she
looked first at the caller ID then answered the phone,
I reflected that if we were at my house, I'd have
forwarded the phone to voicemail and we'd never here
it ring.  My casual attitude changed abruptly when I
saw the reaction the call was having on Jessica.

"Yes sir," she said, looking at me nervously.  "No
sir," she said a moment later.  She swallowed once,
then said "yes sir" again before hanging up the phone
numbly.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned at her robot-like
movements.  "What's wrong?" I asked again, more
urgently when she failed to reply.  She walked into
the bathroom, and came out a few moments later.  She
was tying her blonde bob up into a "Pebbles"
top-ponytail when a knock came at her door.  She went
to answer the door, still completely nude.

I heard the door open and then close a few seconds
later.  Alarmed, I wrapped myself in the comforter and
walked out into her living room.  What I saw stunned
me.

Jessica was kneeling in front of a very large black
man, his cock in her mouth.  He looked like a pimp,
from his gold teeth on down, and he was smiling smugly
at me.  A black girl, dressed like a skank but still
very pretty, watched them without reaction.  I
couldn't find my voice, watching as Jessica devoured
the man's cock like it was her world, practically
worshipping the thing.

"What's up?" he asked, shrugging off his fur coat and
pushing his hips out so that Jessica could swallow
more.

"What's the meaning of this?" I asked, wanting to
sound menacing, but instead sounding like a
milquetoast.

"Bitch is sucking my cock," he said.  "Can't you see
dat?"

"Obviously, I can," I said, cowed.  Jessica was
rocking back and forth, the hardening prick now very
large and getting stuffed adroitly down her throat.

"She give good head, doan ya think?" he asked.  He
grabbed her by the ponytail on top of her head, and
shoved her back and forth as he literally fucked her
face.  Strands of spittle escaped, and when he stopped
Jessica gagged out a load of saliva.  "She a good
bitch."

"Jesus!" I said.  "Get the FUCK out of her apartment!"
I ordered.  I thought about the pistol that I had
bought her for Christmas, loaded and in her bedside
table.  I thought I could reach it and maybe put a
round or two into this man before he ripped me to
shreds.

"Hold on bitch," he ordered Jessica.  "Tell the man
you doan want me ta go."

Jessica turned to me, her mascara streaked down her
cheeks.  Her eyes had watered when she was being face
fucked.  "I don't want Sir to go," she muttered.

"And what do you want to do?" he prompted.

"I want to suck Sir's cock," she said.  She was
obviously humiliated, and yet I was convinced she
really did desire to suck his cock.  Even though I was
there, she wanted to do it.

"That's a good bitch," he smiled, his teeth gleaming
yellow.  He paused to let his trousers fall to the
ground, and he stepped out of them.  Then he pointed
at his large black muscle.  "Now bitch, get busy," he
said, his voice surprisingly tender.  "You bitch," he
said, pointing to the other girl, "you come here and
lick my ass while that white trash eats nigger dick."

I watched, again amazed, as the black girl docilely
kneeled behind him and pulled his cheeks apart so that
she could bury her pretty face there.

"Can you tell me what is going on?" I asked, totally
weirded out.  My girlfriend and I had started the
evening at a nice restaurant, came back to have some
wine, and had been making love.  Now the world was
upside down as two apparent slaves orally serviced
this black man.

"Sure," he said.  "Bitch was supposed to tell you
tonight about me owning her, and she didn't," he
explained.  "Now I had to come over to show you
myself."

"You own her?" I asked, not really even questioning
it.  His assertions were apparently true, given the
evidence of Jessica working his cock like a porn star.

"Yeah, bitch has a taste for dark meat," he smiled. 
"She likes givin' up the tail even more, though."

"Fuck," I said.  I was ready to cut this relationship
short, and turned to leave.  Who needed this kind of
psycho shit?

"Now hold on man," the brother said.  "Don't you cut
out too early.  You doan wanna miss the show."

I turned back to watch what was happening.  The man
grabbed Jessica by her ponytail again (obviously some
sort of handle he required of her), and pulled his
cock out of her throat.  Then he reached back and
grabbed the black girl, forcing her to stand in front
of him.  "Now bitch, show your friend you like black
girls too."

Jessica glanced at me, her eyes telling me she was
sorry I had to see this, then she put her face between
the black girl's legs.  I could hear the wet noises as
she lapped at the pussy in front of me.  Despite being
appalled, I resumed my erection.

The man saw it too.  "I see you like having your girl
eat brown sugar," he grinned.  "Maybe you'd like to
try some too?"  Before I could say no, he snapped his
fingers at the nubian.  "Go suck that little white
dick, bitch."

The girl pushed Jessica's face away, then came over to
kneel before me.  Her mouth and throat were silky
smooth, and her cocksucking was sensational.  I
couldn't help but moan when I saw Jessica crawl over
and slide between the girl's knees, wanting to fulfill
her master's command to eat the black girl.

"Yeah, she do dat pretty damn good, for sure," the
black man said.  "She earns her keep suckin' off the
brothers in the projects."  Damn!  This guy was
whoring her out.  I wondered idly what he required of
Jessica, and instead of being repulsed I felt myself
throb.  What the fuck was wrong with me?  Had I lost
all sense of decency?

"You wanna fuck her?" he asked me.  Now I was
repulsed, thinking of all the men she must have been
with.  "Doan gimme that look," he mocked.  "I know you
want some black pussy!  I know you wanna see my bitch
clean it up."   I was puzzled by that, wondering what
he meant.  "Bitch, tell da man you want his cock in
you."

The black girl let my cock fall out of her mouth, and
then she literally begged me to fuck her.  From her
tone and words, she wanted nothing quite so much as to
have my cock inside her.  If she were to be believed,
she could die of need if I didn't screw her.

"So, c'mon man, help out the sister," the man said.

Unable to resist my most base instinct, I agreed.  The
girl wriggled off Jessica's face (which was now shiny
with juices) and lay in the middle of the floor, legs
apart.  I wasted little time laying on top and burying
my cock into my first colored cunt.

At the master's command, Jessica laid next to her, and
spread her legs.  In amazement, I watched the black
man shove his entire prick into her creamy while
pussy.  Her pudgy lips were forced far apart as he
crammed himself into her somehow.  Then he leaned down
and kissed her as she writhed beneath him.  I wondered
if she enjoyed having the black man kissing her.  I
wondered if I knew her at all.

"Hey man, let my bitch taste your girl-covered cock,"
he said to me.  I pulled out of the black girl, and
presented my cock to Jessica.  Her lips and tongue
left no room for misunderstanding that she liked
cleaning the black girls' juices from my prick.  She
was so eager and thorough. I went back for some more
fucking.

Soon my balls were ready to empty.  I wanted a deeper
penetration, so I led the girl to the couch, letting
her sit before I shoved my cock rudely back into her.

"Yo man, dump your load in my bitch.  It's awright,"
he said.

I didn't need any encouragement, and in a minute I was
gasping as a big orgasm had my cum squirting into the
brown sugar.  I must have cum for a minute, then I
fell back panting.  Despite the extreme weirdness of
the evening, I had given her my biggest orgasm ever.

If I thought the surprises were over, I was wrong. 
Without urging from the man, Jessica quickly crawled
over and began eating the black bitch!  As soon as a
white pearl of semen appeared, Jessica's tongue was
there, cleaning.  I had the clear impression that she
loved it.  Indeed, she was smiling with every drop.

The man wasn't done yet.  He had come behind Jessica,
and had spread her cheeks wide.  He told me to take a
look, and my eyes went wide.  Now that I looked, I
could see that someone had cut around her asshole the
word "SIR".  There was a faded scar for each stroke of
the pen.  She was marked, I knew.  He owned her.

"You see, man, that she's my fucking bitch."  He was
triumphant.  "That's my bitch I let you fuck, and
that's my asshole that I am about to take."  He looked
right at me.  "Understand?"

I nodded yes.

"Glad that's settled," he smiled.  Now he was assured
that I understood, he didn't need to be so
threatening.  "Now you watch as you see how this bitch
loves my cock."

The next half hour was amazing.  He spit on her
asshole, and that was all the lube she was allowed. 
It was enough though, since all he had to do was place
his fat cockhead at her opening, and she relaxed it so
he could slide in.  I watched as he rode her asshole
for a half hour, telling her from time to time to beg
for more nigger cock.  When she wasn't licking the
black chick, she moaned about how lucky she was to
have a master who knew how to fuck an ass with his big
black cock.  I tell you, it was damn horny to watch.

Finally, he bust his nut.  Right on her face.  Glob
after glob of thick semen flew onto her eyebrows,
nose, cheeks, chin.   He sprayed everywhere except on
her outstretched tongue.  Then she sucked more out, an
I realized his cock had just been in her ass!  Man,
Jessica was some disgusting slut.

Finished with his business, the man dressed, took his
bitch, and left.

Jessica looked at me, embarrassed now in the
aftermath.  I knew she would be unsure about the
future of our relationship.  While she had appeared
normal, now she was revealed to be a black-owned anal
slut.

Jessica pulled the pony out of her hair, so that it
fell back into a rumpled version of the bob I loved. 
"I need to take a shower, and clean up," she said. 
She looked right into my eyes.  "Will you still be
here when I get out?"  I knew it to be a metaphor
about our relationship.

"How about if I wash your back?" I answered.  Despite
her strange relationship, I had learned to value
Jessica.  We'd try to deal with her slave status as
best we could. 

I could see tension drain from her, and she flushed
with relief.  "I would love that," she smiled.

"'I would love that, sir'," I joked, but she took me
seriously.  Instantly she was transformed into a
sexually charged creature.

"I would love that, sir," she cooed, exuding
desirability, and leading me to the shower.

----

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