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Subject: {ASSM} Diana's Desire (wife cuckold  interr)
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                               Diana's Desire - Chapter 1

                                       by Darc Light



"Have you told your husband why you're both here?"

I smiled at the pretty young wife, then grinned at her nervous husband sitting
beside her in my office. Her breasts hung free beneath her white blouse, and I
could see her freshly shaved slit under the short skirt as she kept her legs
spread, just as I had ordered the day before. The wimp must have wondered why she
hadn't worn a bra today, and I couldn't wait to tell him.

"No? Well then, let me introduce myself. My name is Michael Washington. I'm your
wife's boss. But I'm sure you know that much by now. What you may not know is that
your sweet wife has stolen a rather large sum of money from me."

I could see her start to object.

"But - I never - I didn't take the money - "

I love to watch them squirm. It was always so easy to set them up. A stack of
hundreds hidden in her purse when she wasn't looking. My astonished look when I
accidentally knocked the purse over, spilling the contents onto her small, cramped
desk. Then the threats to call the police, to press charges. Most of them caved on
the spot. I learned to see it in their eyes. Most of them needed something, and I
had what they needed.

"We've been through this yesterday, Diana. I thought you had come to terms with
your mistake and had agreed to pay for insulting your more than generous
employer."

My cock hardened as I noticed she kept her legs open to me, even while she tried
to defend herself.

"But - but - "

She gave up without much of a fight. Her husband scowled at her, then at me. His
skinny white arms sickened me. It was the perfect time to take him down.

"How could you not know your own wife is little more than a common thief? I
wouldn't be surprised if you put her up to it. If you can't provide for her like a
real man, maybe she should find someone who can. Such a fine piece of white meat
deserves more than a useless pussy like you can give her."

I was surprised when he got up and went for me.  I took him by the throat, my
large, powerful hand squeezing the life out of him. I chuckled at his feeble
attempts to injure me, then punched him in the gut hard enough to send him halfway
across the room. He fell to the floor, moaning, curled up in a little ball,
terrified of what the full strength of my powerful black body might do to him.

"Your wife and I have already come to an agreement. She just hasn't told you yet.
Tell him now. Tell the wimp how you'll repay me, Diana."

She cried while she told him. But the little whore gave me great pleasure as I
listened.

"I - I'm his - I mean Mr. Washington's white slave. I - belong to him - have to do
anything his wants - anything - day or night."

He was still on the floor, shaking, and wouldn't look up. I knew I had defeated
him.

"Excellent. Excellent. Now, Diana, tell your husband who will be your Black Master
from now on."

She couldn't look at him, but did as I demanded.

"Mr. Washington is my Black Master."

"Good. Tell him what you will do to please me."

Her slim, hard body trembled as she continued.

"I'll do anything you want. Any time you want. I'll - I'll - oh God, I'm so sorry
Dwayne - I'll have sex with you Mr. Washington, whenever you want me."

"That's right, Dwayne, she will. And she'll like it, won't you bitch?"

Now for the final, most satisfying betrayal of her cowering husband.

"Y-yes, Mr. Washington, I'll like it. I - I - "

"Come on slut, say it. Tell him what you want."

"I - I - want your black cock."

Her husband seemed to shrink as he heard her words. I knew I would destroy the
wimp, and own his fine young wife, all in a single afternoon. But I needed to see
the fear and humiliation in his eyes.

"Get up wimp! Or I'll beat you till you can't leave this office on your own!"

He struggled to his feet, still holding his soft, flabby stomach. I could see he
was terrified.

"Get over here wimp, beside your wife. Try to be a man, for God's sake!"

He limped across the room and stood beside his shaking wife, trying to catch his
breath as he stared at her hard little nipples straining against the thin blouse.

"Now, Dwayne, tell your lovely young wife that you're giving her to me, that she
should keep me satisfied by taking my black cock inside her and milking my seed
into her waiting belly whenever I ask. Tell her boy! You don't want to anger me
again!"

He looked at the floor, but to my pleasant surprise, immediately did what I
demanded.

"Y-you are his now. I-I'm giving you to him. P-please keep him satisfied by taking
his seed inside you whenever he asks."

I watched his slim beautiful wife blush, her milky skin turning red as he spoke.
She knew he was forced to say these things, but I could see, deep inside, she
despised him for giving up so easily. I knew by the time I was finished, she would
lose all respect for this weak loser and become just another black-cock-slut. 

"Thank your husband, Diana. He's just given you permission to enjoy all the black
cock you can get."

She looked at him, tears streaming down her face, then told him. I could hear a
hint of disgust in her voce. 

"Thank you - Dwayne."

I knew from experience that I would have to leave him with a harsh memory of our
first meeting - give him a lesson that he wouldn't soon forget. I could not allow
him to leave until I had asserted my complete dominance over him, completely
breaking his will to challenge any order I might decide to give in the future.
Then I would be free to enjoy his innocent young wife in any manner I choose as he
waited helplessly, knowing she would come to me as often as I asked to gorge
herself on my black seed. 

"Strip her for me, white boy."

When he didn't respond to my order, I rose to my feet and took a step toward him.
I sneered at him as he held his skinny arms up in front of his face, wincing and
begging like a little girl.

"Don't - don't - I'll do it - I'll do it -"

With my superior strength and height, I easily reached out and took a fist-full of
his hair at the top of his head. His puny arms flailed uselessly in the air before
me until I jerked his head back sharply and moved to within an inch of his pale
face. His eyes were filled with terror, and he trembled in my grasp like a
frightened child.

"From now on you will address me as Mr. Washington. Understand?"

He nodded, still wincing in pain as I tightened my grasp. His 140 pounds of skin
and bone were no match for my 280 pounds of hard, ebony muscle.

"Now, beg me boy. Convince me you're eager to strip your fine wife for me so I can
feast my eyes on her fine white body."

"I-I'll do it - I'll do it, Mr. Washington. I'll strip her for you - I'll strip
her - d-don't hurt me - please - I'll do what you ask -"

"I said BEG, boy. I don't hear you begging, and I know you can."

He shook harder as my grin became a wide smile, exposing my large white teeth an
inch from his right eye.

"P-Please let me strip my wife for you, Mr. Washington. Please let me strip her -
I want to - I want you to see her naked - I do - I really do - please let me do it
- please, Mr. Washington - please -"

He had surrendered to his fear, but it was only a start. His eyes still showed the
remnants of some will to resist me. I could not let him leave until all hope was
drained from his pathetic body.

"Then get to it, boy. Your wife and I are waiting. Make us wait much longer, and
you will suffer my wrath."

I leaned back against my desk and watched him unbutton her thin white blouse. I
could see the look in her eyes already - the look of disappointment and
abandonment. And I could see the nipples atop her small firm breasts throb with
sexual need when he pulled the blouse from her delicate white shoulders. He was
visibly shaken when he unzipped and lowered her skirt, suddenly discovering that
not only wasn't she wearing panties, but that she had shaved her sweet plump pussy
lips for me, as well. Her eyes were locked on me the entire time, her fine hard
body not able to hide her desire for me.

"Sweet Jesus, Dwayne! She is a vision! You can't possibly be man enough to keep a
woman like this satisfied, can you? Well, CAN YOU?"

He was sobbing, almost broken. I walked to his wife, close enough to brush my suit
coat against her swollen nipples, and took her small face in my hands.

"Does this pasty white boy keep you satisfied? How long has it been since he's
fucked you?"

"Um - I guess, about, a month ago, maybe longer," she whispered, breathlessly.

Her voice was softer now, as I gained her respect.

"Does he satisfy you?" I demanded. "Is his cock as puny as the rest of him?"

I could see her pupils dilate. She licked her lips nervously.

"Dwayne has some trouble with - he's taking Viagra. Without it, he - he - can't
stay hard long enough to  - to - um -"

"Well, well, well. Viagra. Can't make you cum without it, right?"

She nodded twice, quickly, hoping her cowering husband wouldn't see.

"So, Diana, even with the Viagra, is he big enough to make you cum? Every time? Be
honest. You don't want to lie to me," I warned.

"I-I don't - I guess so - most of the time - he's - average, I guess - "

I could feel her move toward me, just slightly, the heat of her body unmistakable.
I pulled her closer, forcing her flat belly against the bulge of my fully erect
cock.

"Is this bigger than Dwayne's? How does he compare to a true man's cock?"

Her eyes widened, shocked by the impressive size of my throbbing black manhood.

"I - I don't know - I - guess, it's - oh - god - it's - huge -"

"Touch it. Feel the meaty weight of it in your hands. Take your first look at a
real cock."

She reluctantly unzipped my pants and thrust her tiny hand through the opening. I
waited for the sound I loved so much, the sudden gasp of a white wife as she takes
my giant member in her hands. Hers came more quickly than most. I chuckled as her
helpless husband watched his wife fondle her first black cock.

"So, tell me, how does your husband's tiny white worm compare to my black
love-stick?"

"He's - smaller - well, tiny almost, compared to this - I never knew it could be
so - so large, so thick - "

Her weakling husband couldn't take his eyes off the scene before him. He couldn't
believe his innocent, faithful wife could so easily coax a stranger's black cock
to full tumescence as she willingly submitted to his every whim. I could see all
hope leave his face, his shoulders slumping as if he had finally been beaten. Now
I would finish him with one final, painful blow, and his wife would belong only to
me.

"Diana, do you want this massive black cock inside you?"

She looked up at me again, hesitated, then nodded quietly, again embarrassed that
her husband stood next to her cock-hungry body.

"You must tell him you need a superior man, a strong, black man who can fuck you
properly. Then you must beg me. Beg me convincingly, and you will receive the
pleasure of my manhood."

"I - I can't - not to his face - not to my husband - "

"You CAN and WILL. He's already given you to me. You heard him beg to strip you.
You've seen he's too cowardly and weak to defend you - too pathetic to fuck you as
often as you need it. If you want my cock, then tell him!"

She looked longingly into my eyes, then turned to see her husband cowering beside
her. I felt the heat pouring from her body, and watched her respect for the weak
white boy slip away. My cock twitched in her hand as she told him, staring into
his eyes as she broke down.

"I need a real man, Dwayne. A real man with a real cock. I need sex, Dwayne. Lots
of sex. More than we've had during our entire marriage. In fact, I don't just need
sex - I need fucked, Dwayne - fucked long and hard by a huge, hard cock that will
make me cum over and over again - something I just can't get from you. Oh god -
I've needed this for - so - so long - so long, Dwayne. Couldn't you see? Couldn't
you tell, Dwayne? God, I'm starving for it - starving for so long - so long,
Dwayne -"

She looked back into my eyes, clutching and squeezing my black cock with her
delicate fingers.

"Please - please fuck me. I have to know how your cock feels inside me. I have to
know what it's like to cum - really cum - stuffed with your massive organ. Oh god
- I can't help myself - I need to be fucked by a real man - a man like you Mr.
Washington - a man with a cock I've dreamed about for so long - "

Her pitiful husband seemed to shrink a little more with each word. She no longer
thought or cared about him. I had won half the game. She would be my white slave
for as long as I desired. All that was left was to destroy the wimp so that my
pleasure would be complete.

"Your wife and I will retire to my inner office now. If she pleases me, I will
allow her to drain my black seed into her hungry body. You will wait here while
your wife services me. Then you will take the cum-filled bitch home and wait until
I ask you for her again. Do you understand boy?"

When he answered immediately, I knew I had won.

"Yes, Mr. Washington. I understand."

He simply stood there, defeated, head down, as I took his naked wife by the hand
and led her into my inner sanctum.






                                   Diana's Desire - Chapter 2

                                           by Darc Light


The sight of the innocent young brunette standing before me, dressed only in her
high heels, was a welcome hint of my many rewards to come. I pulled her hands to
her sides after noticing how she crossed them in front of her ivory body, trying
to hide her charms from me.

"From now on you will never hide your body from me. It belongs to me, and I like
to gaze upon my possessions. But you will not allow your husband to see you naked,
or to have sex with you. Is that clear Diana?"

"Yes, Mr. Washington, it's clear. But, how can I expect my husband to understand?
He'll want me eventually. How long should I tell him he has to wait? I don't want
to anger you - I'll do whatever you say, but - "

My fists clenched at her insolence.

"You will TELL him that until further notice, HE is NOT to touch you. You will not
WANT his meager organ inside you after I fuck you. In the future, if you decide to
take pity on this miserable little insect, you will tell him to ask my permission
to fuck you. I may give it, or I may not. But all this is months away, my beauty.
By that time, you'll have forgotten how disappointing his tiny dick feels inside
you. You will only know how mine fills you with ecstasy."

I saw her shiver with both shame and excitement. Her hardened nipples and
reddening slit told me I had planted an enticing image in her mind, and she could
not hide her body's response from me. 

"Now Diana, you will beg me to fuck you. You WILL beg convincingly."

The petite white wife hesitated, then gave in, just as I expected.

"Please fuck me, Mr. Washington. Please. I want you to fuck me."

"You must be more enthusiastic to prepare me, Diana. You must MAKE me believe you.
I expect much more from you than your husband ever has. You WILL please me, or
face the consequences."

Much to my satisfaction, Dwayne's hungry little wife then alternated between
purring like a kitten and truly begging like the lowest of sluts. It was music to
my ears.

"Oh Mr. Washington, please, pleeease fuck me. I need it, I need it so badly!
Please give me your huge black cock! Fuck me! Fuck me hard - so hard - I want you
- I want you inside me, deep, deep inside me!"

"Now I believe you. Yes, yes, I certainly do. But does your husband? You must be
sure. So, tell me louder, so he can hear as well. Make him a believer too."

"Please Mr. Washington, don't make me do that," she pleaded. "He's taken so much.
Do I have to hurt him even more? Please, he'll never forgive me."

The bitch was crying again, but it was a minor setback, necessary for the progress
of my ultimate domination over them.

"Forgive you?" I laughed. FORGIVE YOU? Only I can forgive you now. Have you
forgotten how he's given you up to me? Have you forgotten that he wouldn't even
defend you when I announced that I would make you my white sex slave? That he
stripped you naked for me in my own office, then begged me to take you as my own?"

The resentment for her weakling husband returned, firing her pleadings for long
deprived carnal needs. She groveled and begged for a full five minutes, wailing at
times so loudly that her sniveling husband certainly heard every word of her
desire for me. She was nearly in a frenzy, mad with sexual heat by the time I
stopped her. 

"Oh God, you're so huge, so much thicker and harder than Dwayne, I'll do anything,
anything to have your cock! I want yours, not his! Fuck me! Please fuck me, my
Black Master!"

I was a happy man. She collapsed to her knees, rubbing my swollen fuck-stick
through my trousers, drooling at my overpowering size and strength. I could tell
when I looked into her soft brown eyes that she was not the same innocent wife
that had entered my office only hour ago. Another wife, another victory.

"Now Diana, you may have your wish. Take my cock between your sweet red lips and
suck my seed from me. Today you will carry my black sperm home in your stomach.
You have not earned the pleasure of my cock inside you yet."

She took the dark purple head in her mouth at once, pumping my rigid shaft with
one hand, palming my balls with the other, eager to take all of my sticky reward
down her velvety, supple throat. I contained my orgasm for as long as I wished,
enjoying the sight of how hungrily yet anther housewife fed on my black man-flesh.
When I was again certain of her submission to me, I released my thick reward into
her waiting mouth. I had abstained from sexual activity for over a week to
demonstrate the capacity of my superior body to produce large amounts of healthy,
black sperm. I listened to the little whore moan as she tried to take it all, but
soon it overflowed her full lips, making her choke and gasp. But I was pleased,
pleased that she tried so enthusiastically to ingest as much as possible, and that
she began to lick me clean afterwards.

"You have pleased me, my white whore. I hope you have enjoyed your reward."

She stared up at me, her chin still soaked and dripping with my sticky man-juice.
She was dazed, but consumed with cravings for my black cock. I retired to my long
leather sofa, leaving her on her knees, her pink slit wet and throbbing. She had
given in to her sexual cravings, forgetting about any and all inhibitions that she
had arrived with this day. Her eyes burned wildly with lust and depravity. 

"Because you have worked so hard to please me, I will offer you some relief. Come
here, and straddle my lap."

She arrived quickly, with new hopes of being fucked by the full ten inches of my
black cock. Her tiny body was light as a feather on my massive thighs, and she
reached for my recovering cock, still thick as her wrist.

"You still have not earned my permission to take it inside you, buy you may use
the head of my black manhood on your clit until you cum. Take it inside you, and
you will feel the sting of my belt. I will watch you while you masturbate with the
cock of your dreams. Be sure to call my name, loudly, while you cum."

The little bitch did not delay in rubbing my black meat against her wet slippery
slit. I leaned back and watched her, enjoying my new toy with delight as she
fought for her orgasm. I loved all of it - the way her thin white shoulders
hunched over me, the slight but repetitive bounce of her small firm breasts, the
way her slim ivory thighs stretched to their limit over either side of my lap
while she frantically worked my thick black meat against the swollen lips of her
dripping pussy. She wanted me inside her. I could see it in her eyes. I could tell
by the way she gasped while holding my black monster with both hands, tortured by
the desire to lower herself onto it, to be impaled by the entire length and girth
of such a magnificent weapon. 

"You may cum now, my white-trash whore. Be sure to show your husband how much you
appreciate my attention."

My commanding words were too much for the crazed beauty. She came immediately,
clutching me tightly with her slim bare arms, fighting with futile determination
to fill her hole with my cock.

""Ohhhhhh....fuck me....fuck meeeee....oh god.....I'm yours my Black Master....all
yours.....take me with your big black cock....oh god Dwayne....I can't stand it
anymore..... he's sooo big, sooo hard.....feels sooo good....I'm his now.....not
yours....only his....can only fuck his big black dick now....not yours....not
yours...only him Dwayne, only - only - oh god - oh my god oh my god oh my
gooooooodddddddd!"

A shrill scream erupted from the innocent little housewife as she twisted madly
against my broad chest, leaving no doubt that her orgasm was the most intense she
had ever experienced. As her defeated husband waited outside, listening to her
wails of satisfaction, I showered her with my potent sperm again, this time
covering her belly and cunt lips with a syrupy coating of my black seed.

Soon I tired of her whimpering and dragged her to the door. She gasped, staring at
me in horror when I traced a circle over her belly with my finger, coating it with
my cum, then inserted it slowly inside her. 

"Just a taste. Just a taste, my white slut. Tonight you will lie beside your
husband in your bed and wonder whether my potent sperm is finding its way into
your womb. Of course, we will enjoy many future opportunities to satisfy your
lust, and your desire to bear me a strong black child."

"My god - no - I couldn't - please - no - "

I shoved her through the door toward her husband, now sobbing quietly as he waited
in my outer office. I watched him tremble as he looked at his once innocent wife,
her face and belly now dripping with my semen. On a sudden whim, I decided to
accelerate the young couple's submission to me.

"Get over here boy, and clean your wife for me."

Terrified of my towering presence, he rose and stumbled to his naked wife.

"Well, what are you waiting for, boy? On your knees. Clean her fine flat belly.
With your tongue, boy! With your tongue!"

I watched with utmost satisfaction as he went to his knees, placing his hands
gently on his wife's hips. My laughter filled the office as I watched them
together, both beaten and sobbing - she lovingly caressing his face and hair - he
slowly lapping my cum from her limp, sweat-drenched body.




 

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