Anna Belvoir, Legal Secretary

Anna scurried from the office. Never in her twenty four years was she treated in such a disparaging way. She cursed her new boss; she cursed her old boss; she cursed her untenable situation. She thought of her parents; of her childhood old Southern mansion. She finally after hours of soul searching resigned herself to her subservience to her new Black Master. There was only one solution....... no matter how degrading that submission.

Since she had the balance of the day off she used the valuable time to search the more exclusive stores in downtown Memphis. She felt embarrassed as she tried on the slinky lingerie. The sales staff of the exclusive stores were more than happy to assist the platinum carrying red head. They smiled when the conservatively dressed professional woman kept seeking the more risque' dresses; skirts and upper scale outfits.

Feeling exhausted after her all day shopping excursion the pretty White wife hurried home. She sat on her long white sofa and tried to comprehend the rapid changes occurring in her life.

After several hours her always tired husband Jim finally drug himself home. He tried to understand the odd mood that his wife was in... but..... there was something that didn't seem right.

Finally....... Anna scooted next to her husband on the long white sofa. "Jim, today a Black attorney was made a full partner at the firm. I was assigned to work as his assistant in the Greater Louisiana Oil Company lawsuit..." Anna let the simple statements soak in.

"Jim....... he has made some very dark demands. I.... ah..... don't know if I can....." Anna's voice faded.

She looked into her husband's face. Her husband of nearly twenty years sit with a look of puzzlement. He did not understand what she was saying...... or what she wasn't saying.

"Jim, he made me kiss him when I left.. I didn't want to but he made me.... I had no choice," she tried to explain.

"I kissed him on the lips and he pulled me against him. I tried to put my hands on his chest and push him away but he was too strong. I tried but...... but he pulled me ever closer and he rubbed himself against me Jim," tears forming in her dark emerald eyes.

Anna finally cleared the tears from her face and then looked at her husband. He was strangely silent. Her eyes dropped to his lap where she her eyes captured his tented trousers. Her husband's long dormant manhood was standing at attention... it tented out at a ninety degree angle. Anna let her delicate hand fall to her husband's manhood. She softly stroked the hard penis and looked up into his quiet reflective face. She gripped her husband's refound hardness and stroked the five inch penis through the fabric of his dress slacks. After only a few minutes she spoke again, "Jim..... he rubbed his Black cock against my mound when he ****** me to kiss him... He makes me call him MR. BETTIS.... Jim.. I am afraid that he will try and fuck me........."

She felt her husband's sticky discharge as the slippery sperm coated the outside of his pants. She looked up and saw her husband's eyes roll to the back of his face. His breathing was heavy and he continued to shoot spunk into his underwear coating his suit pants.

"You want me to fuck him don't you Jim?" Mrs. Anna Belvoir asked her husband........

The dull look in his eyes gave Anna her answer.

She lifted herself from the sofa and made her way to their bedroom. Her husband spent the night on the sofa. He could not face his wife until he could come to terms with his own erotic feelings. Having his wife describe how a Black man had fondled her in his office... rubbed his long Black cock against her tender pussy. His cock twitched once again spewing more jism in his underwear......

Anna spent a very restless night. She woke several times dreading the beginning of the next day. When her alarm finally rang she jumped up. As she completed dressing and was putting on her make up her husband sluggishly returned to their bedroom. He looked at his wife's long tapered legs clad in white stockings... The off white skirt was nearly six inches shorter than her customary skirts. His eyes widen as he took in the vision of his beautiful wife as she applied her bright red lip gloss.. The hardness in his underwear returned.

Anna, nervous about her first day with her new boss brushed her husband aside as she exited the bedroom.

"Will you tell me?" Jim sheepishly asked.

Anna looked at her husband. Her disgust covered her pretty face. She brushed her long red hair from her face. "No......." she sternly answered.

Mrs. Anna Belvoir felt each set of eyes in the office turn as she made her way to the outer office of Mr. Jerome Bettis. Everyone in the office had admired her beauty from afar. Today; with her new outfit; everyone could admire the beautiful White wife as she slowly made her way to her "new" desk; directly outside the door of the second largest office in the law firm.

Shortly the intercom beeped. "In my office, NOW," was the simple command.

Anna rose with every eye in the office on her. She gently opened the large oak door and entered. She carefully shut the door and stood before the large cherry desk of her new "boss."

Jerome was sitting behind his desk and had Anna's purse open. He emptied the contents on the smooth surface. Her package of birth control pills caught his eye and he played with them between his fingers. He then slowly... and one by one punched the little white tablets from their designated slots. Once the thirty pills were removed he swept them all into the waste basket.

He then looked up at the pretty White wife and finally spoke, "You won't need these from now on. It will put a little excitement in our relationship. And......... you don't fuck your little White boy husband without my permission. Do you understand?"

Anna showed no emotion as she answered her new superior, "I understand Mr. Bettis."

Jerome then let the pretty wife stand before him several minutes before he looked up again. His face was expressionless. He reached for a ruler and walked around his desk to where Anna was standing silently. He placed the ruler at the top of the Anna's dimpled knee. Looking up he merely stated, "Three and one half inches."

With his dark forbidding eyes staring into Anna's frightened face he asked his next question, "What length of skirt did I order you to wear Mrs. Belvoir?"

Her voice started to tremble... "Four inches Mr. Bettis."

Jerome sat down in one of the luxurious leather chairs. He pointed with his finger to a thin branch in the corner of his office. "Bring the willow branch to me," her sternly ordered.

Anna stood still for a moment contemplating her rapidly spiraling predicament. The fear swept through her limbs. She wanted to say something but no words would form in her trembling lips. After an eternity she felt her legs carry her to the corner of the office. Her delicate fingers grasp the willow branch and she brought the thin frightening instrument to the seated Black man. She handed the willow to Jerome who took the thin reed in his muscular Black hand.

"Turn around..." he ordered.

Anna turned and faced the large windows.

"Lift your skirt..." was his next order.

Anna grasped the hem of her off white skirt in her hands and bending pulled the hem up...... until the darker white bands of her stockings became visible.

"Higher," was his next simple command.

The skirt was raised another several inches until the lace around the white panties was visible.

"What did I tell you Mrs. Belvoir?" Jerome questioned.

Her voice stuttered, "You..... told me to wear my skirts four inches from my knees Mr. Bettis...."

"And if you didn't?" he asked.

Her voice trembled noticeably. "You said....... you said that...... that you would spank my Lilly White ass.." she finally was able to get the words from her lips.

The first slashing blow hit her upper thighs. The sound was sharp and distinct. Anna moaned when the thin reed ripped against the white silk of her hose. She knew that her co-workers could hear the reed as it whipped through the thin air and made contact with her muscled upper thighs. She received four brutal strokes and tears dripped from her eyes and feel to the thick white carpet. Jerome sat back down when the punishment ended.

Anna stood, bent at the waist with the hem of her skirt in her delicate fingers.

"You may pull your skirt down after you thank me for correcting your first flaw of the day Mrs. Belvoir," Jerome sternly stated.

"Thank you for correcting me Mr. Bettis," Anna sobbed.

Anna then stood and smoothed her skirt. She faced the large windows as she tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. The intercom beeped and a receptionist announced the arrival of Jerome Bettis' first client interview.

"Show the young man in," came the stern command.

Anna turned and walked to the door. As she opened the door she noticed that everyone was staring at her. The tears continued to drip from her pretty emerald eyes. As she walked to the reception area she noticed the stunned look of Mr. Bougehard Wright III. He quickly turned and retreated to his office. He did not want to witness the submission of his pretty assistant.

When she walked into the reception area her eyes quickly focused on an angry Black man in his early twenties. He had a hard arrogant look on his young face and a smirk on his lips. As she looked at the young Black man she recalled what her mother had always told her as she was growing up. "The reason they are Black is so that we can easily identify them. Never get close to them as they will spray their poison deep into you and ruin you for a good man...." The words ran through her mind as she motioned for the Black man to follow her. As she led him back to Jerome Bettis' office she could feel his dark eyes on her tight swaying ass cheeks. She held the door open as he entered and then followed him.

The young Black man dropped into the expensive chair and returned the smile of the Black attorney. "You shore have a sweet little bitch here brother..... Have you buried your Black cock into her sweet honey pie yet," he boastfully questioned.

Jerome smiled but did not answer his question. Instead he politely asked, "Is there anything Mrs. Belvoir can get for you before we start?"

"Well Bro I be thinking that a glass full of sipping whiskey would shore hit the spot," his white teeth shining in the early morning light.

Turning to Anna, Jerome brusquely ordered, "Go get Bougehard's best Kentucky Whiskey for my new client. And bring THREE glasses."

Anna started to protest but decided against comment. Nine o'clock in the morning and these two Black men wanted to start drinking hard liquor? Her mind could not fathom the rationale but excused herself and left to retrieve the requested items.

When she entered Mr. Bougehard Wright's office she made the simple request. She heard him murmur something under his breath but felt it best she not follow up the comment. Without speaking she quickly turned and exited the senior partner's office.

Upon re-entering Jerome's office she found the two Black men laughing. Their eyes quickly refocused on her tight lean body as she put the three glasses and whiskey decanter on Jerome's desk.

"Pour three glasses to the top and take one..." Jerome ordered.

Anna started to say, "I don't......" but caught herself. Her upper thighs still burned from her first infraction of the day.

She handed the two Black men their glasses full of Kentucky sipping whiskey but left hers own the desk.

The Black client was sprawled in the large leather chair turned to Anna. "I let my bitches drink first. Drink the whiskey Honkey!"

Both sets of Black eyes were focused on Anna. Self consciously she grasped the heavy glass. Bringing the rim of the glass to her red coated lips she let the burning liquid slide down her throat.

"Drink it all," Jerome ordered.

Anna brought the glass to her lips and again let the burning whiskey race to her stomach. It was hot and burned her throat. Anna did not drink and the high octane lubricant immediately had an effect on the pretty wife. She almost immediately felt light headed and grabbed the edge of the desk to steady herself.

"Pour yourself another drink before we begin Mrs. Belvoir," dictated Jerome.

With unsteady hands Anna poured herself another eight ounces of pure alcohol. She tried to focus her eyes on the two Black men but couldn't. She brought the foul tasting liquid to her lips and drained about a third of the glass.

The Black client smiled and then intentionally dropped his pen to the thick white carpet. Both Anna and Jerome observed the deliberate act.

"Well, Pick up my client's pen," came the matter of factly order from Jerome.

On suddenly unsteady legs Anna walked the three or four steps and then gracefully bent her legs to retrieve the discarded pen. When she rose she felt the Black hands......

The long Black fingers started at her knee..... and then slowly.... slowly.... inched upward. The warm fingers made a slight circular motion as they carefully traveled up the sweet nylon covered legs.

Looking forlornly into the smiling eyes of Jerome Anna sobbed quietly, "Please..... make him stop."

Her plea went unanswered. Jerome's face was covered with a smirking smile as he observed the Black fingers disappear under the short white skirt. "Don't you like those Black fingers on those tender Lilly White legs of yours Mrs. Belvoir?"

Anna shivered as the long Black fingers reached the top of her hose. She felt the fingers insert themselves between the garter clasps and her suddenly warm upper thighs. The fingers played with the top of her hose..... and then unsnapped the garter clasps. The metallic uncoupling screamed in the quiet room. The two Black men could hear Anna's breathing as she sensuously swayed back and forth.

Jerome reached over the desk and retrieved Anna's half empty whiskey glass. He put the glass in her hand and gave her his simple command, "Finish your drink.."

Anna needed both of her trembling hands to grasp the glass. Closing her eyes she brought the glass to her lips. Just as the rim of the glass touched her lips she felt the tips of the menacing fingers touch the leg openings of her white lace panties. "Oh God No....." escaped from her lips.

Anna heard the squeals of delight as the seated Black continued to caress her upper thighs.

Anna continued to firmly grasp the glass containing the mind numbing lubricant. She sucked down another large swig of the brown fluid.

"I asked if you liked a Black man's hand on your legs Anna?" Jerome asked again.

Through her tear stained eyes Anna shook her head from side to side but could not speak.

Jerome rose from his chair. He walked around to the front of his desk and stood facing his sobbing assistant. He pried the empty whiskey glass from her hands and put it on the desk. Standing in front of Anna he let the back of his hands softly caress the outside of her white satin blouse. He smiled..... her nipples were hard.

Her lips trembled as Anna tried to form words to alleviate her terrifying predicament. She envisioned herself standing between two muscular Black men as they fondled and groped her virgin White body. She had always loathed Black men yet.................. the probing Black fingers were coated with her dew. The fingers found the red welts of her punishment and gently scraped the red flesh. The gentle touch against the hot welt brought another gasp of pleasure from the tormented wife. Her nipples were painfully hard as her Black superior was casually rubbing the back of his hands against the sensitive orbs of pleasure.

Anna felt the first button being pushed through the small opening. She lowered her face and looked at the strong Black hands as they carefully unbuttoned the second...... and the third...... and the fourth buttons. The stark contrast of the Black fingers as they manipulated the white pearl buttons on the background of the white satin material of her blouse. The absolute contrast between the Black skin and her pure body made her tight hole excrete more feminine moisture into the gently caressing Black fingers hidden beneath her skirt.

Jerome gently pulled the tails of her blouse from her skirt. Anna tightened her smooth stomach allowing the soft cloth to be extracted. Once the blouse was free she felt Jerome's strong hands cup her breasts. The half bra pushed up the underside of her slightly drooping flesh; and when the front hook was dislodged the 36C flesh fell forward into Jerome's waiting hands. His finger and thumb squeezed the hard nipples and brought another grasp from her lips.

As her nipples were being punished by Jerome's strong fingers she felt the other set of Black fingers tighten on the elastic at the top of her panties. She closed her eyes again as she felt the white lace being pulled ever so slowly over her tight butt cheeks.

Jerome leaned close and with his lips only inches from her right ear softly asked, "Have you ever felt a Black cock.. A cock from a real man?"

The alcohol fogged mind was confused. The panties continued to be slowly pulled from her hips. The sensitive nipples were being twisted between fingers and thumb......

"Take my cock out Anna...." Jerome whispered.

Anna tried to reason. She could not comprehend her current plight. She felt her hands drop to her side and then reach slightly forward. At the first contact she could not comprehend the length of the hard pipe that her fingers tried to encircle. "This could not be a man's penis," her mind tried to reason.

She stretched her fingers trying to gain the leverage to encircle the huge menacing organ. She could not imagine that a man could have such an appendage. Her mind flashed back to the previous night and her husband's pitiful manhood that emptied itself inside his pants.

Anna released the hard throbbing organ and searched for Jerome's belt and zipper. She pulled on the buckle of the belt and at the same moment felt her panties drop from her knees to the carpeted floor. Frantically she pulled the belt back and felt the prong slip from the little hole. She then found the zipper at the instant the tip of the second Black man's finger tip pushed up into her steaming lips. "Oh MY GODDDD," she screamed.

She struggled with the zipper but was able at long last to pull it down. As the metal slipped down she felt the hot flesh of Jerome's Black manhood flop against the back of her delicate hand. Turning her hand over she seemed to weigh the ten inch steel bar. She could not encircle the Black flesh with her delicate hands. Her mind drifted back and forth from her alcoholic stupor and tried to imagine how massive was her Superior's manhood.

Anna kept her eyes closed. She was afraid she would pass out if she opened them.

The one Black intruding digit was joined by a second one. It sawed into her tender flesh as she tried to escape the invasion by standing on her tip toes. "Spread yourself for me," ordered the seated Black client.

Anna could not resist any longer. She spread her long tapered legs.... the only limitation was the white lace panties binding her ankles. The Black fingers sawed in and out of Anna's over flowing pussy. As the fingers spread her tender lips she grabbed the hard Black cock in her hand and gripped the organ as hard as she could. Absently she started milking the long Black organ in the same rhythm as the tormenting fingers buried deep in her hole.

Jerome cruelly twisted Anna's nipples as his arousal roared to a peek with the death grip of the White wife's delicate fingers.

The poor White wife struggled to reach climax. She thrust her hips down against the menacing Black fingers. A third finger lodged itself into her tight passage and Anna struggled to open her hole to the gripping Black fingers.

Jerome was the first.......... White scalding cum shot from his long hose. The spunk coated the bunched white skirt of the beautiful middle age wife. She felt the wet discharge and the knowledge pushed her own tight body over the burning threshold.

The staff heard the passionate scream from the inner office. They looked at each other and smiled. A universal thought was in everyone's mind. "Little Miss Goody Two Shoes; the senior partner's mistress was getting what she deserved....."

Anna fell to her knees as her climax made her body shudder. The probing Black fingers followed her to the floor and continued to fill her seeping hole. Her lips were swollen and red as she tried to crawl away but the Black man would not allow the pretty wife escape. Anna crawled to the window but the Black followed her. She started to pull herself up when she felt the hard Black cock scrape the top of her stockings.

"NOOOOOOOOOO," she screamed.

Theodore buried his cock hard and deep. The wet channel provided the lubrication for the initial insertion and the forceful impalement prevented Mrs. Anna Belvoir's escape. She was ****** against the four foot ledge in front of the window as the Black had total control of her tender chute. After the initial insertion Anna was able to relax.... and accept the long prod. The half naked secretary was brutally fucked until she screamed for release.

She felt Theodore tighten..... and then felt the hot liquid coat her inner chamber. The tip of his Black cock had pushed against her cervix and caused her pain... before feeling the total impalement ignited her second climax. The two sex partners collapsed on the floor. Theodore nuzzled Anna's tender neck and sucked a large dark hickey on the soft flesh. Anna merely lay exhausted; lodged between the ledge and her first Black lover.

As she lay breathing heavily on the carpet she felt something wet caress her lips. She opened her eyes and seen the angry purple head of Jerome's huge Black cock. Gripping the monster in his fist he rubbed it against Anna's delicate lips until she slowly parted them. Jerome inched the purple head into her wet and warm oral cavity and let her tongue clean the half dried jism. Anna subserviently serviced her master with her mouth. She tongue washed the still hard prong. It took only a few minutes for the huge Black balls to empty themselves into Anna's sucking mouth. Anna added the fertile sperm to her stomach still filled with expensive whiskey.

The three spent love mates relaxed on the deep white pile carpeting. Finally Jerome rose and pulled together his wardrobe. He returned to his chair and looked at the gentle rise and fall of Anna's nearly perfect breasts. Theodore's long Black cock was still lodged in the White wife's stretched pussy. His cum was dripping out her hole and coating the tops of her white silk hose. After several minutes Theodore pulled his long cock from the warm passageway of the beautiful lady and squeezed the remaining contents on her upper thighs. Smiling he too returned to his chair.

With her alcohol fogged brain Anna finally opened her eyes to the bright office lights. She could feel the two Black's spunk over her body. Her tender nipples were red and swollen and her previously tight and seldom used woman chamber was stretched and dripping with Black cum. She drug herself to a sitting position and felt the warm liquid leak from her stretched lower lips and coat the inside of her new skirt. Groggily she looked over to her smirking boss.

Never had her husband Jim given her such pleasure. Her mind returned to the picture of Jerome punching each of her birth control pills out of their pouch. The fertile Black sperm dripping from her stretched hole today will not make her pregnant but......... what about tomorrow?

On unsteady feet she rose and meekly asked Jerome, "May I go clean up Mr. Bettis?"

Jerome looked at the disheveled forty year old White wife and his cock twitched again. She was such a beautiful lady; and she was his.

"If you drink another full glass of whiskey; you may clean yourself...." was the reply from Mrs. Anna Belvoir's superior.