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Subject: {ASSM} Diana's Desire - chapter 2 (wife cuckold interr)
Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 11:10:02 -0400
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                               Diana's Desire - Chapter 2

                                       by Darc Light


Diana arrived at work early the following day, hoping to avoid
the stares of the other employees as she made her way to her
desk. I watched her through my office window as she crept to her
desk and busied herself with the extra work I had given her to
complete. I could see her small round breasts quiver under the
black silk blouse as she walked, but the long gray skirt reached
nearly to her ankles, hiding her most precious charms.

After waiting until all the other employees had arrived, I called
her to my office, shouting across the maze of cubicles and desks
so everyone could hear. She walked slowly toward me, head down,
blushing with shame, her hardening nipples on display for all to
see. I guided her into my office, my hand on the small of her
back, then sliding down to fondle a firm ass cheek in plain view
of her peers.

Once inside, she stood before me, shaking with fear and
embarrassment.

"Do you have no respect for me at all?" I warned, in my deepest
voice. Do you think I won't send you and your pathetic husband to
prison for a very long time?"

The color drained from her face, and she looked up at me,
confused and afraid.

"I-I don't know what you mean, Mr. Washington. I did what you
asked. I'm not wearing a bra or panties, just like you asked.
What did I -"

I took a step toward her, the muscles at the side of my jaws
flexing with anger.

"Is that the kind of dress you think I want my slut to wear? Are
you that stupid, or merely testing my patience?"

"I'm sorry Sir, but this is one of the few outfits I can afford.
I wear it all the time."

"Well, if you can't afford an appropriate outfit, you'll just
have to alter it. I like to see my bitches legs when they stroll
through my office."

I handed her a huge pair of scissors. She stared at them, then
looked up at me for instructions. This white whore was truly
clueless.

"You will shorten your skirt to a length suitable for a white
trash wife. NOW!"

Her hands shook as she began to cut a slit up the front, then
working from front to back and around to the front again, cut
away the lower portion of the skirt. I lowered my eyes to her
bare legs, from ankles to just above her delicate knees.

"You look like a nun, slut. Make it short enough to please me or
you will feel my belt on your bare ass."

She cut away 6 more inches of material, revealing much of her
slim white thighs, then looked at me hopefully.

"Are you trying to anger me, Diana? A black man's whore is not
afraid to show her body. In fact, she should be proud of it. Show
me how proud you are to be owned by a Black Master - or pay the
consequences."

Six more inches of the dress fell to the floor, displaying her
lean muscular thighs in full view. The fullness of the skirt made
it flare each time she shortened it, until finally it rose
dangerously close to exposing her freshly shaved cunt. I led her
to the full length mirror on the nearby wall to show her her
handiwork.

She gasped when she saw herself, and began to weep.

"Please, Mr. Washington, I can't go out there like this. Please
don't make me. I'm practically naked! I'll do anything you want,
Sir. But please, not this, not in public."

"Yes, Diana, you WILL do anything I want. But perhaps we can come
to a compromise - if you can swallow all the black seed I can
give you within 2 minutes. The clock is ticking - now."

The tramp was on her knees before me in seconds, doing her best
suck my potent sperm into her beautiful wide mouth. The slut was
shameless in the way she sucked and slurped at my thick black
manhood, but of course she was unsuccessful. I waited until just
after the 2 minutes I allowed her, then unleashed a gush of semen
down her pretty throat. She swallowed it greedily, hoping she had
met my deadline.

"Excellent try, Diana, but I'm afraid you need more practice to
meet my demanding needs."

Her eyes widened. She looked up at me from the floor, astonished
that she had failed.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Washington. I will get better, I promise. I'll
-"

"Yes, Diana, you will. You will practice. Every day."

"Yes, Mr. Washington, every day, I promise. I'll learn to please
you. You'll see. I will. I really will."

"Excellent. Now one more thing before you get back to work. You
have a phone call to make."

"A phone call? Why? Who?"

"Why, to your dear husband Dwayne, my dear. You need to tell him
what you've just told me - how you'll be a good little slut, and
practice every day to get better at sucking my black cock."

"Please, Mr. Washington, does he have to know? Do you have to
torture him like this? Aren't I enough for you?"

"Not nearly enough my dear. Now dial."

She dialed the number. I could hear the wimp's whiny voice
answer.

"Dwayne? Hello honey. I'm calling from Mr. Washington's office.
He wants me to tell you - to tell you - that - I'm learning to be
a good little slut for him, and that I'm going to practice every
day."

She gasped quietly as I ran my hand under her skirt, along the
inside of her bare thigh, and finally inserted two thick fingers
inside her. I smiled when I felt how wet she had become.

"Tell him what you've done this morning, slut," I whispered.

She was breathing heavily, panting and gasping into the phone.

"Oh Dwayne, I had to do it, I had to. I took his huge black cock
in my mouth and sucked and sucked, until he came in me. And I
swallowed all of it, Dwayne. There was so much, and I swallowed
every drop, just like he wanted. Oh god Dwayne, I can't help it,
I just can't - he's - he's playing with me Dwayne, rubbing me
between my legs, putting his fingers inside me - I - I - oh god
Dwayne, I'm - I'm cummmmming..."

I took the phone from her hand and watched while she squirmed and
moaned, clenching my hand between her long shapely thighs.

"Hello Dwayne. This is Mr. Washington. Your sweet wife begged to
suck my cock this morning. She did and excellent job too. Right
now she's cumming with my hand up her cunt. I just wanted you to
know that she's doing a fine job here at work, and that I plan to
send her home every day with a belly full of my black jism.
That's ok with you, isn't it Dwayne? You don't mind, do you
Dwayne?"

The sniveling weakling was crying, but still answered in broken
sobs.

"N-no, M-Mr. Washington. I -I d-don't mind."

"Very good, Dwayne. Now I'd like you to tell your sweet Diana
that she should try to get as much of my black cock as possible,
every day. Tell her your little pencil dick gets hard just
thinking about my powerful black cock filling and stretching her
inside. Tell her Dwayne. You know it's what she wants to hear."

And that's exactly what he did when I gave Diana the phone. I
could see the lust in her eyes as she answered him.

"Oh Dwayne, you do? Are you sure? It does honey? Oh god Dwayne, I
want it too. I want him so badly - his cock is so huge and hard -
I just can't resist it. Really? Inside me? Yes, yes, I do too
Dwayne. Thank you honey, oh thank you so much. I love you."

The little whore knew I had made her husband say those things to
her, but she never let on, never told him she heard me threaten
him. Instead, she allowed him to encourage her, even readily
accepted the opportunity to get more of my black love-stick. I
was pleased at how quickly her desire to be satisfied by a virile
black man had overcome all shame and inhibition. But she would
have to go much farther to satisfy me.

"I take it your husband was glad to hear your day has gone so
well so far."

She merely looked at the floor, humiliated by her betrayal of the
pathetic excuse of a husband. I smiled to myself as she held what
was left of the skirt close against her hips with both hands. Try
as she might, I knew it would be impossible for her to hide her
charms from the office staff, but she would get used to this
voyeuristic behavior, just as my former sluts had. This one may
even grow to enjoy it.

"You may go back to work now, Diana. I expect you back here at
11:45, just before the others go to lunch. You will knock on my
door until I allow you to enter. If you report in a timely
manner, I may let you take all of this fine black meat inside
you. In the meantime, think about how you might please me. Don't
be late."

I watched her from behind as she left, the firm globes of her
asscheeks peeking from under the border of her newly altered
skirt. She took small steps, still holding the brief scrap of
material against her hips, but the enticing expanse of bare legs
let everyone know she was now part of my stable.

At precisely 11:45, she was at my office door, knocking quietly.
I let her go on for 10 minutes, then opened the door.

"Why Diana, what is it you want this close to our lunch hour?" I
asked, loud enough for the entire office to hear.

She gave me a bewildered look, then lowered her face as she
begged as quietly as possible.

"I'd - I'd like to, to see you, Mr. Washington, if you don't
mind."

"To see me? Is it urgent, my dear?"

"Um, well, yes, I guess it is Mr. Washington."

"So, it can't wait? You need my attention that badly?" I
announced, even louder.

"Y-yes, sir. I do. Please don't make me beg in public," she
whispered desperately.

"Why, it isn't necessary to beg, Diana. I'm here for you. For
whatever you desire. Come in - come in."

Once inside, I poured each of us a drink, then strolled to my
leather sofa and relaxed, taking in her beauty and discomfort as
she stood before me, waiting impatiently for my next command. I
let her wait until I could see her nipples harden against the
thin blouse.

"Have you given thought to what might please me, my little white
slut?"

"I - I guess so, Mr. Washington. Yes. I have, Sir."

"And I suppose you have wondered what it might be like to be
naked in my presence, here at work, as your friends and
co-workers busily consume their meager bag lunches just a few
feet away?"

"I - I guess, yes, yes Sir, I have."

"Then what are you waiting for? My time is valuable. If you ask
politely, I may give you your little fantasy. If you plan to
stand before me blubbering, you are wasting my precious time."

"Um, ok, then, um, please Mr. Washington, may I take my clothes
off?"

"If you insist, my little white tramp, if you insist."

My cock came to life as I watched her unbutton the blouse and
shrug it off her shoulders to the floor. Her tits were small, but
round and firm, with nipples like distended little fingers,
aching to be touched. She unfastened the skirt and let it drop to
the floor, then looked at me with the lust of a true slut. I grew
even hungrier for her as my eyes traveled over her naked body.
She was so small, so petite, but as firm and athletic as I've
ever seen a woman of her size. This was what I lived for - to
make willing, submissive sex toys of once innocent, respectable
wives - to take another man's wife so completely that she
humiliates herself for the chance to be serviced by my formidable
black cock.

"You have a beautiful body, Diana. I like the feel of such smooth
pale skin against my body. Is being sexed by a powerful black man
part of your fantasy?"

"Yes, Sir. I - I want that - very much."

"Then ask, before the opportunity escapes you. Beg me
convincingly, my white whore, and I may let you have your wish.
Beg. Beg, or get out."

I watched her cunt drip while she begged.

"Please, Mr. Washington, take me - I need you, so badly, I need
sex, from you, only you."

"I don't hear a whore begging me. I hear an uptight white wife
asking her impotent husband to try to satisfy her. Beg like a
true whore or get out - NOW!"

She couldn't wait to be told.

"Please fuck me Mr. Washington! I need your thick black cock
inside me! Fuck me till you split me open, then cum inside me -
flood me with your sperm - use me, please use me, any way you
want - please, I need to be fucked, to be fucked by a strong,
powerful man with a cock that will never get soft, that will keep
fucking me all day and all night! Please fuck me! Please Mr.
Washington, please, I'm begging you!"

There was no doubt that she meant every word. I knew the look and
sound of a desperate, hungry wife - a white wife that craved
black meat, my black meat.

"Very well, Diana. Come here, on my lap. Put it inside you, then
fuck yourself until you cum."

She was in my lap in seconds. Her tiny hands fished my long black
snake from my trousers, pulled my cockhead to her gaping slit,
and sank down along the length of it until she had taken it all.
Her slim little thighs flexed as she moved up and down, stuffing
herself with my rigid meat, until finally she came, moaning and
clawing at me like a true slut.

I gave her little time to rest.

"You have been inconsiderate, slut," I warned, in my most
threatening voice. "You have not taken my seed inside you, nor
have you given me pleasure. You will correct this immediately.
Drain my cum, slut. Use your cunt to suck my seed inside you.
Milk me with your cunt until you feel my cum flow from between
your legs."

I felt her flat white belly clench my cock almost before I had a
chance to finish. She kept it up, her cunt tightening like a fist
around my surging cock until I unleashed a torrent of sperm into
her pale exhausted body. She watched, now dazed, as it flowed out
of her as though it might never end.

"You will not wash yourself, tramp. Do you understand? You will
use a tampon to hold my seed inside you until you return to your
husband this evening. Then you will remove it in front of him so
that he may see what a real man can accomplish. When he sees my
cum drip from your cunt, he will know what a true black cock slut
you have become, and that he will never satisfy you again."

I watched as she pushed the tampon inside her, sliding easily
into the slimy canal frothing with my seed. It would hold the
remains of my cum in her belly while she sat at her desk and
tried her best not to leak the sticky goo onto her chair for the
remainder of the work day. A fitting reward for a common white
trash whore.

I chuckled as she waddled to the door, trying to keep her legs
together to hide her adventure from her coworkers. But the
insides of her thighs were slippery and wet with my seed, from
crotch to knees, and the evidence of her hunger for my black cock
was unmistakable.

"I'm giving you some time off, Diana."

She turned to face me, stunned, sweaty, and trembling.

"But Mr. Washington, what did I do wrong? Didn't I please you? I
will try harder, I promise! Please don't fire me - I need this
job. Dwayne has been out of work for months, and we can barely
pay the bills. I'll do anything. You know I will."

"I know you will. It's not quite what you think, Diana. A short
vacation - at full pay - to, shall we say, recuperate."

The bitch gave me a stupid, vacant stare.

"Tomorrow I'd like you to keep this appointment."

I handed her a business card with a time and date written in blue
ink.

"But - it's - a doctor's appointment?"

"Yes, a good friend of mine. One of the best plastic surgeons in
the business. You have a beautiful body, Diana, but I like my
white sluts a bit meatier on top, if you know what I mean."

"Oh god - you mean - my breasts? Y-you're - serious?"

"Of course. He'll do a great job - he always has. I've picked out
just the right size for you, so you won't have to go through all
those difficult decisions. He'll take excellent care of you. Then
in a few weeks, you can come back to work a new woman. You won't
have to worry about others knowing you're my black-cock slave.
There will be no doubt - no doubt at all. And you can have all
the black cock you want."

She left at the end of the day, tired and defeated, with my cum
dried to a thick crust down her slender legs. Later, at home, she
removed the tampon, her wimp husband sobbing as strings of jism
dripped from her well-used cunt. When she told him I had decided
to enhance her body for my own enjoyment, he knew he had lost her
to a superior master. I'll bet the needle-dick cried all night. 

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