Anna Belvoir, Legal Secretary

Wearily, Anna walked to the right side of the desk where the nearly empty whiskey bottle rested. With unsteady hands she poured herself another glass of the brown liquid. She swayed back and forth in front of her two Black fuck masters. Her blouse was still unbuttoned and hung open ******** her White breasts with the red fuck marks gleaming in the early morning light. A large fist sized cum stain coated the front of her navy blue skirt. Theodore's sticky Black cum dripped from her permanently stretched hole and coated her white silk hose. She had discarded her four inch white heels and her eyes were having a hard time remaining open. Her excessive ****** consumption of potent Kentucky sipping whiskey made her distraught mind swirl. When her mind did return to a minute of reality she blamed the whiskey...... for her wantonness with her new Black boss and his Black client.

"Drink your whiskey Mrs. Belvoir," Jerome ordered.

Anna's eyes turned to her boss...... her new Black master. With shaking hands she brought the glass to her lips and let the vile liquid slide down her throat. The brown liquid burned as it made it's journey. When the glass was drained Anna looked towards her Black boss and then felt her legs weaken and she fell to the carpeted floor. She had mercifully ********** from the large quantity of alcohol.

The two Black men looked at her pretty lean body. Their eyes naturally focused on the vortex of her long pretty legs. Her swollen pussy lips could be seen under her rumpled skirt. With each labored breath another rope like string of Theodore's sperm slid from her battered woman chute.

The lawyer and his client then finally got down to the business at hand. Strangling one of the largest corporations in the country. Theodore had accumulated a great deal of incriminating evidence and shared it freely with his new attorney. The two ordered one of the more White boy junior attorneys to fetch them lunch. They retrieved the gourmet lunch at the door. When Jerome looked out into the spacious office he could tell that everyone was fascinated by what they envisioned was happening behind locked doors.

Anna's lack of sleep; brutal Black fucking and excessive consumption of high potency liquid fire allowed her tired mind and body to sleep restfully the rest of the morning and afternoon.

She finally woke up at five thirty. The office was mercifully void of any of her co-workers. Both Jerome and Theodore, his client had left several hours earlier. They had locked his office door when they left; which kept out the prying eyes of Anna's fellow workers.

Anna's head throbbed from the hang over. Her body ached from the brutal sex that the two Black men had casually helped themselves to. She convinced herself that they had taken her by force; or by the seduction of alcohol. If that was the case however; why did she feel so warm and mushy between her legs when she relived the morning; or at least what she could remember of the morning in her mind.

Anna carefully put her clothes back together. As she looked down at her new expensive navy skirt she noticed the huge cum stain in the front. She couldn't see the similar stain just below her ass on the back of her skirt. Her nipples hurt where Jerome had cruelly twisted them as she was in the throes of sexual escastcy. Looking around the office she finally located her new lace wonder bra. Her breasts were nearly rubbed raw and when she clasp the bra the tightness caused her to feel the sensation. She walked behind the desk and retrieved several Kleenex which she used to wipe the ever present cum from her stockings.... and her leaking pussy. As she daubed her swollen and stretched hole the paper cloth soaked up the sticky Black cum. She looked into the glass bookcase and tried to straighten her long red hair. Her make up was streaked and runny... She did the best that she could and was finally satisfied.

Anna reached down and pulled on her new shoes. She gathered her purse and stopped at the heavy oak door. Gently she twisted the lock and pulled the large door open very slowly. She looked out into the large reception area and was relieved to discover that she was alone in the office; or so she thought. She then quickly walked to the main door and let herself out. She did not look back; if she had she would have seen Bougehard Wright III with a forlorn look on his face. He was nearly a broken man; allowing his mistress to be taken from him by the arrogant Black upstart. Bougehard was distressed to see his plaything walk past his door; obviously well fucked by his new nemesis.

When Anna walked into the spacious kitchen her husband Jim was having a cup of coffee. He looked up and saw his beautiful wife..... Anna tried to read his expression; it was one of........... excitement. She continued through the kitchen and went directly to their second floor bedroom. She stripped and left her clothes in a pile by the bed. Rapidly she escaped to the bath off the master bedroom. Turning on the shower she stepped in; the hot water soaked her tired body. The steam cleared her foggy mind. She stayed in the shower for nearly thirty minutes and finally emerged. She was refreshed and rejuvenated.

She draped a towel around her wet hair and wrapped her tight body with another towel. As she stepped into the master bedroom she stopped in her tracks. Sitting on the edge of the bed was her husband Jim; her panties were in his hands and he was inhaling the sweet fragrances of her juices..... and the dried cum of her Black sex partners.

"What....... what are you doing Jim?" she asked her husband.

Suddenly startled Jim looked up and his emerging wife. He was immediately distressed; and embarrassed. "I... ah...." he meekly muttered.

He dropped his head but kept his wife's panties in his hand. After several minutes Jim looked up at his irate wife. "Did you let him fuck you?"

Anna was angry...... but she did not know where to direct her anger. She finally spoke to her husband, "Did I let who fuck me?" As she spoke she let the towel fall from her beautiful body. Standing before her husband completely naked she could see his arousal; the second time in as many days.

Jim's cock started to throb. "Did you let your Black boss stick his cock into you?" he asked again; this time rather sternly.

Anna did not answer her husband. Seductively she spread her long White legs. Slowly her hands caressed her red marked breasts and dropped to the her waist. Looking directly at her husband's stunned face she spread her lips with her delicate fingers. "I didn't get it all out. Maybe you would like to try to suck the rest of it out?"

"You let another man fuck you?" Jim Belvoir asked his wife. He seemed to be stunned at the possibility; even though he could smell the panties that he still held in his hands.

"Come and suck it out Jim. Come and suck another man's sperm from your wife's cunt," Anna answered.

Jim was paralyzed. His emotions were out of control; yet his cock was rock hard and sticking out at a ninety degree angle.

Anna spreads her long legs even more. She pries her sex apart and mocking him again asks her husband, "Do you like my pink pussy Jim. HE liked my pussy..... Don't you want to suck my pussy? Suck my pussy and I will tell you..... You want to hear about it don't you? DON'T YOU?"

Jim, unsure of his emotions finally got up off the bed and walked from the bedroom with his wife's panties still in his hands.

His wife laughed as he departed their bedroom. She let her index finger tease her clit..... She then put on a fresh pair of panties and slipped on a tight pair of jeans. Since her breasts still felt sensitive she decided to forego a bra. Putting on a white cotton shirt she buttoned the front and slipped on a pair of tennis shoes.

She re-entered the kitchen and busied herself with the preparation of supper. Jim informed her that their eighteen year old daughter Alicia had called and would not be home for supper. The menu was simple; broccoli cheese soup and salad. The man and wife had just sit down to supper when the door chime rang.

Agitated, Jim got up and walked to the door. He opened the door without seeing who was on the other side. It would be only his first mistake of this evening..........

Jerome Bettis brusquely walked by the startled husband. He walked into the kitchen and stood smiling at his startled assistant. Anna merely looked at the unwelcome intruder... She could not speak. Her husband walked up behind the muscular Black man and asked him a simple question, "May I ask who you are?"

Smiling Jerome turned to the befuddled husband. "Maybe your wife would like to tell you who I am," he stated.

Anna had dropped her gaze into the hot soup in front of her. She now looked up and seen the puzzlement in her husband's dumb founded face. "This is my new boss Jim," she softly said.

Her husband's dull facial expression turned to one of apprehension.

Jerome turned to Anna's husband and smugly asked, "Aren't you going to invite me to supper Mr. Belvoir?"

Jim, somewhat befuddled simply stated, "Why of course...."

Mr. Jim Belvoir and his wife Anna were very anxious as the muscular Black man sit down at their table.

"Has Anna told you about me yet Mr. Belvoir?" asked Jerome.

Jim, uneasy in this new and different environment; answered quickly. "No...... she hasn't."

Jerome turning to the pretty White wife smiled. "Why my dear... I thought that you would tell your husband about your new master... and his new demands. Tell your husband our little arrangement at the office Anna."

Anna shifted nervously in her chair. She felt Jerome's hand as it rested on her knee.

"Mr. Bettis is my new supervisor at work Jim. He...... he has made my duties very clear. I.... ah...." Anna tried to answer.

Anna felt the strong hand slide upper her upper thighs. It gripped her upper leg in it's vice like grip. "Don't be shy Anna. You may tell your husband what your punishment was this morning when you disobeyed my dress code."

Anna's wide emerald eyes turned toward her husband. She then hurriedly turned back to Jerome's stern Black face. Looking down at the table she softly answered her master's question. "Jerome established a dress code for me. The dress I wore today was not short enough and he......... He spanked me for disobeying him, Jim..."

Jim sat at the table. His mouth was gaping open. He turned to Jerome, "You spanked my wife?" he asked astoundingly.

Jerome merely laughed at the White boy husband. He turned again to his plaything, "Show your husband where I marked you Mrs. Belvoir."

Anna shook her head....... "Please don't make me Jerome..."

"Show your husband where I put my mark on you. You disobeyed me and you were punished. Show him now or I will spank you again," Jerome ordered. He was becoming agitated at Anna's disobedience. He looked at the husband...... the husband was excited and he was........frightened by the Black man sitting at his supper table.

"I want you to leave Mr. Bettis... NOW," Jim ordered.

Jerome's face hardened and he turned to look at the panicky husband. He reached over the short distance separating the two men and savagely cuffed the husband on the side of his head. The blow was a glancing blow and the impact didn't draw blood. Jim's stunned eyes however summed up the dramatic change in the kitchen of Mr. and Mrs. Jim Belvoir.

"You sit there and shut up. You speak again and you and I will retire to the back yard and only one of us will return to be with your lovely wife. Do you understand me White boy?" Jerome sharply established.

Jim's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. The sharp blow had deflated his ego in front of his wife. He wanted to rebuff the arrogant Black man...... he wanted to show his manhood and protect his wife... and his home. As he considered his alternatives he was struck sharply across the face. The blow knocked him out of his chair and he as he laid on the floor he looked up to the muscular Black man that was dramatically changing his life. His only response was meek and frightened...... "Please don't hit me again...."

Anna sit silently as Jerome Bettis established his domination over her frightened husband. It has been less than two days since her own submission to this powerful Black man. Anna started shivering as she heard her husband begged the Black man to not strike him again.

Jerome resumed his seat and gave Anna a stern look. "I gave you an order. Do not make the mistake of disobeying it."

Anna rose and looked at her sniveling husband. She silently unthreaded the metal button at the top off her jeans. Without looking down she then pulled the zipper down. She had to wiggle her hips to pull the tight jeans down her muscular thighs. She said nothing as she pulled the legs of the jeans over her feet. She had removed her shoes. The pretty White wife then turned and bent slightly at the waist.

Jerome's Black hands stroked her upper thighs and his fingers found the angry red welts and outlined them. Her Lilly White skin contrasted sharply with his dark hands. As his finger tips caressed the red welts she moaned softly. The wife remembered her punishment only a few short hours ago.

Jim watched silently from his prone position on the kitchen floor. He felt his manhood harden and he was ashamed. A Black man was casually stroking his nearly naked wife in their home and his cock was throbbing; harder than he could ever remember.

"Remove your panties Mrs. Belvoir. I wish to play with your tight little pussy," Jerome ordered.

Mrs. Anna Belvoir did not question the instruction. She had quickly learned that Jerome was not to be questioned. She wondered very briefly if he husband would come to her aid...... and then she realized that her husband would not...or could not protect her. She put her fingers in the top of her fresh panties and pulled them down. The tails of her white shirt was still covering her upper body.

"Grab your ankles Mrs. Belvoir... Make yourself ready for me...." Jerome mocked the pretty middle aged wife.

Anna had always prided herself on her lean and agile body. She bent at the waist and locked her hands around her small precious ankles.

Jerome sat quietly for several minutes watching the pretty wife. Her muscles were starting to rebel as she was stretched in the awkward position. "Do you want to fuck me tonight Mrs. Belvoir?" he asked.

Blood was filling her head.... It would have been amusing if her position would not have been so humiliating. She could not answer her master; not with her husband huddling on the floor only six feet away.

Jerome licked his index finger and then stroked the red lined slit. Anna's sex chute had regained it's tightness since her Black sexing several hours ago. She felt her slippery lubricant forming deep in her pussy. When Jerome separated the tight lips Anna moaned noticeably. "May I please get up ?" she pleaded.

"No.. You may not. I like you with your face on the floor. Answer my question Mrs. Belvoir!"

The back of Anna's legs begged for relief. The tips of Jerome's long muscular fingers were continuing to agitate her sex. She wanted to....................

"Yes," was her quiet sob.

"Yes, what, Mrs. Belvoir?" Jerome asked.

The tears had returned to her eyes. "Yes, I want you to fuck me Mr. Bettis."

The fingertips were teasing her hard clit. The obscene position that she found herself.... and the tormenting fingers were bring her close to arousal.

"Beg ME," Jerome ordered.

Anna tried to form the words... She tried to come up with an answer; any answer. She couldn't.

"Please fuck me with your Black cock Mr. Bettis. Please take me to my bedroom and fuck me until you cum into my tight pussy. PLEASE...... PLEASE MR. BETTIS, PLEASE FUCK ME...... FUCK ME WITH YOUR LONG BLACK COCK YOU BASTARD!!"

Anna's submission was complete. Jerome sat and relished her surrender. "Well JimBo.... Do you want me to fuck your little tramp?"

Jim's cock was about to explode. His head still spun from the sharp slaps he had just received. Meekly he looked up at the Black man seated at his kitchen table obscenely stroking his wife's sloppy pussy. "Yes......" was his simple reply.

"Well White boy; I be taking your little tramp up to YOUR bedroom. I'm going to fuck her in the same bed that you lay with her every night. I want you to stay here... Maybe afterwards I will let you watch... but now you just keep laying on the floor. Oh..... and another thing. I want you to beg me to fuck your little slut of a wife," Jerome concluded.

With his head hung in shame (but with his five inch White cock throbbing with blood) he quietly surrendered. "Please Mr. Bettis.... will you fuck my wife....."

Jerome laughed. He then slapped Anna across her White ass cheeks. "Get your sorry ass to your bedroom. I will be up in a minute. You be spread and ready for me..."

Anna rose and quickly walked to the stairs leading to her bedroom.