White Wife Black Balled
Dexter Williams strolled through the front doors of the five star hotel like he owned it. Making his way to the restaurant/lounge at the back of the hotel's first floor, he could hear the band playing in the lounge before he arrived at the entrance to the dining area. Known by the maitre d', Dex waived and continued on into the lounge.
Twelve years since he graduated from college, the six foot five inch collegiate basketball player and business administration major had built quite a lucrative stable of mostly white, married socialites servicing his exclusive clientele of sports related black men. He also leased them out to some very selective websites, making the right contacts at the player's annual gathering in Chicago.
At his relatively young age, Dex had experienced most of the thrills and pleasures life had to offer. However, in his mind at least, nothing quite equaled watching his ten by two and half inch black cock side in and out of a tight white pussy. Or, a white woman's virgin ass. Second to that was watching especially blondes wrap their lips around his cock and suck it up nice and hard. Then get his long black fingers into her blonde hair and face fuck the bitch. Ramming it down her throat until she almost passed out.
Usually keeping around twenty socialites in his stable, he had recently worn out one and lost another. So, in addition to the two associates he had out on the prowl, he had come to his favorite hunting ground looking for a specific replacement. The woman he had lost was one of his favorites. Five foot six inch tall blonde with a fantastic body, she was a wealthy dentist's wife. Dex had bedded her himself for about two months before he turned her out. It had really pissed him off when some john messed her up so bad that he couldn't use her anymore. Dex made sure that the guy would spend at least a couple of months in the hospital and that his ball player days were a thing of the past. He'd be lucky to score a sportscaster's job. Then Dex had three of his friends fuck the guys wife. He installed a web-cam in the bedroom and sent one of his women to the hospital with a lap top computer. Full body cast, and neck brace, the guy could do nothing but watch as his little white wife took it in every orifice for more than two hours. Quite often it was at the same time. She'll never be the same woman she was before those three big black men came into her life.
Dex stood just inside the lounge, scanned the crowd, thinking, "I don't give a dawn if that nigger was some big name football player. Nobody messes up my women without paying a big price. All of them are high quality women servicing my high rolling clientele."
Finding a table of three men that he knew, Dex took the forth and vacant chair. "Hey Dex, how ya doin'?"
"Ah ya know, I'm good. I'm always good." responded Dex.
Then looking over their shoulders he noticed a table of socialites about 30 feet away. One of the other men noticed where Dex had turned his attention. "Ah Dex, that's just Jane Hartley's gang of doctor's wives. Most of them are cougars that we have fucked before. Problem is that the whole bunch just want a toyboy, dancing to their tune... I'm just not into that."
"Me neither." said Dex, "But, they're all good for a roll in the sack. Especially that tall black one. Who's the new face?"
The third man, a hospital administrator, answered Dex, "That's Michelle Jacobson. The wife of Marke Jacobson, M.D. He's the newest member of Doctor Hartley's surgical team."
Michelle Jacobson, formerly Michelle Taylor, was born as a twin into a middle class family of four c***dren. She had dreamed, since she could remember, of living the elegant lifestyle she now enjoyed. After working at a charity function all day that Saturday with these women, she was pleased to be invited to join them for dinner and then hit some nightclubs. Her husband had called her and said that he would be tied up at the hospital until well into the evening. It had made her decision easy to make. At twenty five years old, it was a shear thrill to Michelle when they arrived at the hotel's restaurant and the maitre d' knew all the names of the women in the group. Then to have them introduce Michelle to him as their newest member really turned her on. They were immediately shown to a premium table near the dance floor in the lounge. Totally naive to terms like milf, cougar, toyboy or fuckpet, Michelle looked forward to having her eyes opened by these seasoned socialites.
During the conversation with his three friends, Dex watched as two men from the other side of the room approached the women's table. One, appearing to be in his thirties, asked one of the cougars to dance. The other, in his early twenties, ask Michelle to dance. Remaining in the conversation, Dex kept an eye on the five foot seven or eight, shapely Michelle. Noticing that among other attributes, she was a good dancer. Possibly better than her partner. After a couple of dances, Michelle and the young man returned to her table and he asked one of the cougars to dance. Dex waited a couple of minutes, excused himself and approached Michelle, thinking, "This fine young thing just might be the replacement I'm looking for..." Dex asked Michelle, "Would you like to dance, or did he wear you out?"
Michelle looked up toward the male voice asking her for a dance. He was what she liked, tall and broad shouldered, but he was also black. She never had much to do with black people. However, after some encouragement from one of the cougars, she thought, "A couple of dances wouldn't hurt." So, she stood up and said, "Sure, why not. I'm just getting started."
Very experienced in seducing white women, twenty to fifty years old, it didn't take long to entice the beautiful, blond, blue eyed Michelle out behind the kitchen. It was a very remote, secure, dimly lit spot he had used often. With his tongue thrust into her mouth, the fingers of his right hand lifted her shirt, dug into her panties and entered her wet, hot pussy. She tried to push him away. But, he held her tightly and their lip lock only allowed her muffled sounds. When his fingers found her G-spot, he removed his lips and all she could do was moan. Pinned against the wall, he had her toes lifted an inch or so off the ground. Her arms hung limp at her sides, The intense pleasure coming from her pussy rendered her helpless. She did not even attempt to stop his left hand as it unbuttoned her shirt enough to flip up her bra and fondle her right breast. "Nice tits, more than a hand full... Tight little pussy. I like that..." Whispered the confident, in control, Dex.
Michelle looked up at him and tried to get out, "I'm a married woman." However, before she could get the words out of her mouth he again covered her lips with his. Now rendered totally helpless and out of control, she felt her panties leave and find the ground. Holding her in a lip lock and continuing his tongue action, she heard him unzip his pants and felt his large erect cock bounce against her bear tummy. Michelle tried to break free, but, it was no use. He withdrew from her lips and lifted her up to where her pussy was even with his cock. Then, before she realized what was happening, Dex thrust his black monster about three inches into her tight white pussy. All she could do is whimper, "No, Nooo..." Dex laughed and said, "Ah, come on, baby. You know you want the thrill of a big black cock in your little white, married pussy." With that he drew back and thrust back in far enough to find her cervix. He pushed his cock head against it to test its resistance. "You want it all, don't ya baby?" Wide eyed, she just looked at him. Arms still dangling at her sides, he now had the calves of her legs resting on his shoulders. A firm grip on her breasts, he held her up against the wall as he drew back and rammed his cock passed the resistance of her cervix. She yelped. With a little more than two inches still remaining, his next stroke drove his cock in balls deep. She yelped, again, then just moaned as an orgasm began to flood over her body. As her orgasm subsided, Dex held his cock in her for about thirty seconds, then he began short fast strokes, thinking, "Yeah, my little white socialite, when I turn you out, you'll be good for once or twice a week. Ha, you'll be servicing the black cocks of some of the biggest names in sports. Yeah, I got you babe..."
Now pounding her with long, hard, fast strokes, she went into one orgasm, then a second. Minutes later into a third. She certainly was not a virgin when she married Marc, but never was it like this. He drew her away from the wall and without disconnecting, he turned her around, one hundred and eighty degrees. With the palms of her hands against the wall, he held her in place with his left arm across her abdomen. Her feet now a few inches off the ground, his left hand tightly gripped her right breast. The black fingers of his right hand he gathered her blonde hair and pulled her head back. "This is one of my bitch positions, blondie. You are going to get to know it well. By the time I turn you out, yeah, you'll know it very well. Right along with a bunch of other positions my clients favor..."After Dex had fucked Michelle unmercifully for several minutes, he went off himself. Allowing her to slip to the ground like a pile of rags, he used her panties to wipe himself. Then returned his satisfied cock back in its place and zipped up his pants. Picking up her purse, he dug out one of her calling cards. Slipping it into his shirt pocket, he snapped the purse shut and tossed it near her panties.
Hands on his hips, Dex looked down upon the crumpled woman and laughed his hearty laugh. Then he said, "The ladies room is through the kitchen and to your left. Better get back with your lady friends or you'll be missed. I'll get with you early next week and we'll have another black cock training session."
On her knees, leaning against the wall, it was all Michelle could do to turn and watch Dex walk away. Yes, without any idea of the possible cost to her, she wanted more of his cock. As she gathered her panties and purse, she thought, "That has to be the best orgasm I have ever had. But, I've got to get control of it, so I can keep my marriage and have it when I want it.." What she didn't know then., however, would discover later, was that like people who become addicted to coke after their first hit, she was now addicted to black cock.
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Michelle already had a douche, showered, and was in bed before Marc slipped in next to her that Saturday night. The following morning, their cook's day off, Michelle and her husband lay in bed discussing the day ahead. Marc rolled onto his side facing her and said, "I'm not really hungry babe. So, why don't you go out and get something for both of us. French toast and a cup of coffee sounds good." He was well aware that about all she could do in the kitchen was make coffee.
Michelle rose, thinking, "I have to keep him happy. He provides the lifestyle that I always dreamed I would be living. And, I worked way to hard to snatch him away from my gullible, trusting sister. So, I'll do whatever makes him happy." Michelle was way to self absorbed to love any man, or woman. In a patronizing gesture, she quickly rose, dressed and purred, "Get yourself a shower and I'll meet you down stairs." She gave him a peck of a kiss on the forehead and hustled off to get what her husband desired.
With exception of Michelle's sister-in-law returning a camera, Sunday passed like many had when Marc was preparing for a complex surgery on the following Monday morning. As per usual, he was gone before she woke up that following morning. Laying in bed, she wondered if Dex would call. On one hand, she hoped he wouldn't call. With the prenuptial agreement she had signed, she was sure that Marc would kick her to the curb if he ever found that she was having sex with another man, or woman. The color of his skin or the size of his cock did not make one bit of difference to Marc. He knew that she was not a virgin when they were married. However, he had made it very clear that she was his, exclusively. On the other hand, she wanted, and needed, more of Dexter's big black cock. What she did not want to acknowledge was the feeling of need for his cock. A need to feel it rammed deep into her womb. As she rolled out of bed, she mentally counted the days since her last period. Not on the pill, Michelle stepped into the shower, thinking, "Yeah, I'm safe through this week. I'd better get on the pill before I end up with a big problem. I don't know what I'll tell Marc. He wants to start a family. Oh well, I'll think of something..."
Monday Morning
About nine thirty, as Michelle was finishing her breakfast out by the pool her cell phone rang. It was Dex. "Hey blondie, ya up for another lesson in real fucking?" He said in a commanding tone.
"I ah, I don't know. When?" Again, just a few words from him and she had lost control.
"Get something ta write with and write on, cunt?" he demanded.
"Ah no, hold on for a minute and please don't call me that." she said meekly, carrying her phone into the pool house. "OK?"
"I'll call your little white ass anything I want. Just do as your told, bitch." he barked.
Dex gave her the address of his friend's apartment in an exclusive complex about ten minutes from Michelle's home. "I want you there within the hour, cunt! And listen carefully! You come with no bra, no panties. Sandals, short shorts and a sleeveless shirt.. Ya hear me, bitch?"
Ah, but Dex, I might have something else..."
He cut her off, "Get your white ass over here dressed like I told you, clocks tickin', blondie. Get your white ass moving. Your gonna get your tight pussy well fucked." His voice caught her like a command that she dare not disobey. "OK, OK, I'll be there. She closed her phone and quickly made her way upstairs to dress the way he had dictated.
Standing at the door of the proper apartment, Michelle felt torn. Her husband was tall, dark, handsome, wealthy and very intelligent. She was driving the vehicle of her choice and living in one of the best neighborhoods in the town. So, why was she here? Because, she wanted more of that big black cock and the thrill of those orgasms. Therefore, she put it all on the line and knocked on the door. It came open, Michelle was pulled in, the door shut and locked.
Once in the apartment, Michelle found Dex and other large black man. Both were nude so she could see that the other man, introduced to her as Jimmy, had a build like a football player and a cock only slightly smaller than Dex. As he began unbuttoning her shirt, Dex commanded, "Drop the shorts!"
Michelle responded immediately, allowing the shorts to find her ankles. Dex pushed the shirt off her shoulders and she allowed it to fall on top of the shorts. She whimpered, "I ah, I didn't know there would be two of you..."
Dex grinned at her a said, harshly, "Shut up, bitch. Just do as you're told and you'll get the fucking thrill of your life. You don't and I'll kick your white ass out of here. Then, I'll make sure you never get another black cock, ever again. Got that, bitch?"
Jimmy walked around behind Michelle. Running his fingers down her sides and then over her buttocks, he said, "Fine little white ass..." After giving her buttocks a little squeeze, he brought both hands up and cupped her breasts. Towering over her by eight or ten inches, he said, "Little more than a hand full, I like that." Then he moved his hands up to her shoulders and forced Michelle to her knees and said, "Let's get ta fuckin' this bitch. My lady will be back in about an hour and a half.
Dex stepped closer to Michelle, holding his limp cock about even with her month and said, "Open up, bitch. Time ta suck this cock up so I can fuck that white pussy."
"But Dex, I've never sucked..."
Dex placed his free hand on top of her head and shoved his cock into her month, "I said shut up, bitch. While you are here your month is for sucking our cocks, nothing else, ya hear? Now, suck it up nice and hard so I can fuck your white pussy with my big black cock." As she sucked Dex's cock, Jimmy placed a big black dog collar on her neck. When his cock was ready, Dex ordered her into the bitch position with her feet spread, arms braced against the back of the couch. Dex rammed his cock in to the hilt with one stroke. She opened her month to cry out. But, before she could udder a sound, Jimmy shoved his cock into her month. With Dex gripping her hips, Jimmy's hands squeezing her breasts, they fucked Michelle like a rag doll, sending her into a wild orgasm.
As the two black men fucked Michelle, Jimmy handed Dex a butt plug covered with KY jelly. Dex lined it up with her little ass hole and with the palm of his hand, shoved it in. Her month was too full of Jimmy's cock to make a sound.
Withdrawing his now hard cock from Michelle's month, Jimmy helped Dex turn her 180 degrees as Dex stood up. Standing he then began bouncing her on his cock as she squealed, "Fuck me Dex. Fuck my little white pussy with that black monster of yours." Then went into a wild orgasm. As she came down off her high, Jimmy withdrew the butt plug and replaced it with his cock. Ramming it in about five inches. She screamed, "No, please no! I've never had it there... You're to big, it hurts... Please take it out, pleeeease..." Dex told her to shut up and Jimmy rammed his cock in about three more inches. When he was into her ass about nine inches, they coordinated their strokes, in and out at the same time. Now, Michelle could only moan as the two black men took their pleasure in her white body.
Dex and Jimmy went on to pound every orifice in Michelle's body for more than an hour. Then Dex led her into the bathroom by the dog collar and leash, on her hands and knees. Then he barked, "You've got ten minutes ta drain, clean up, dress and get your white ass out o' here! I'll call you tomorrow with your next bitch training session. Wear that collar and leash outta here. You can take it off in your car.!"
When Michelle had left the apartment, Jimmy handed Dex an envelope containing $2,000.00. And said, "I love it when I get to be the first into some white woman's ass and get some of her pussy, too. It was all well worth every penny."
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At dinner that evening, Michelle ask Marc about the surgery of that morning. He told her that it was difficult and lengthy. That they would know if it was successful tomorrow afternoon. Then he changed the subject and asked, "Did you plan to attend the Hospital Auxiliary luncheon, tomorrow?"
Michelle had completely forgotten the luncheon. All she could think about was her next session with Dex and who ever he wanted to be there. However, what else could she say, "Ah, yes of course. Jane has me helping people find there place."
Marc gave her a little smile, "Good, Ed has decided that it would be a good idea if the team joined their spouses for lunch, tomorrow."
"Oh OK, that would be nice. I would think that Jane will make sure that there is a place for everybody."
Marc gave his wife another little smile, then said, "Also, Ed wants the team to observe an operation in New York, Wednesday afternoon. We'll take the red eye out tomorrow evening. Then, come back Thursday morning."
Michelle frowned and moan, "Oh wow, I have to sleep alone for two nights? I'll miss you." Usually she would show her husband an especially good time in the bedroom the night before he left on a trip out of town. However, her vagina was way to stretched to let him in tonight. Then the thought hit her, would he ever fit again? Would he come home from his trip only to find how loose she had become? Her black master, Dexter had taken her under hypnotism that morning to assure that she would never say "no" to him. He had her completely addicted to big black cock and commanded her total obedience.
Telling his wife that he needed to review the case they would be observing, Marc said that he would join her later that evening. She gave a sigh of relief, took a shower, then went to bed, alone.
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When Dex called that following morning Michelle explained why she could not get out of going to the luncheon. But, that her husband would be out of town all of Wednesday and most of Thursday.
"No shit, bitch. We can party all day tomorrow an' on inta Thursday mornin'. I like it. Give any staff you have the two days off. I'll be there at nine tomorrow mornin' with two other guys. We'll start the party with your first three way. We gonna fill every one of your white holes with black cock... at the same time." With that he laughed and terminated the call.
Wednesday morning about 8:45 am, Dex called Michelle, "You alone, bitch.?"
"Ah, yes."
Get all your clothes off and them long blonde locks in a pony tail. Get your collar and leash on. That's an' your wedding rings are all I want you wearin'. Then unlock the front door. Be on your knees, the grip of the leash held up for me when we come through the door. What's the gate code?" She realized that he would be there in about fifteen or twenty minutes. So, she immediately began preparing herself for his arrival.
As Dex and two of his clients approached the front gates to the Jacobson residence, he chuckled to himself, thinking, "Damn, I'm gettin' good at this . One little doctor's wife fell in record time. I wonder if the dumb bitch has any sisters? Anyway, she'll get her first threesome today. Then I'll call about ten more of my clients and a couple of my women. .. This bitch will pull a twelve black man train this afternoon. Then, she'll wake up tomorrow knowing that she has really been black balled." He laughed to himself as he punched in the gate code and watched the gates swing open.
Dex drove his car through the gates still patting himself on the back. What he and the other two men in the car did not notice was the Mercedes sedan, SUV and the furniture van parked about one hundred yards from the Jacobson driveway. Also, neither Dex nor Michelle were aware that on the previous Saturday night, Sharon, Marc's sister was in the dining room at the hotel with her husband and another couple celebrating the two husband's birthday's. That Sharon had borrowed her brother's high end digital camera so she would be sure to get good pictures in the subdued lighting, without a flash. When she stood up to get all three people and the cake in the picture, she noticed Michelle and Dex on the dance floor. After taking several pictures, Sharon excused herself to go to the restrooms. Aware that she would need to the pass the dance floor on her way to the restrooms, she paused to get several shots of her sister-in-law dancing closely with a man not her husband. She also took the opportunity to follow Dex and Michelle out behind the kitchen. There she proceeded to take more than forty very reveling and identifying shots of Dex burying himself deep into Michelle's body. She also took about five minutes of video.
The next day, when Sharon came to return the camera, it did not bother her a bit that her sister-in-law decided to go for a swim. As soon as Michelle had left the room, Sharon showed her brother the pictures and video of Michelle and Dex. Marc looked them over, feeling like he had just had the breath knocked out of him. He choked out a "thank you" to Sharon and told her to keep it between them. That her would take it from there. When Michelle returned, Marc and Sharon were discussing the upside down condition of Sharon's home. They had paid almost six hundred thousand for it. Now, it was worth a little over three hunderd thousand and they owed four hundred thousand. Michelle, who did not at all like her sister-in-law, breezed right by them. Sharon thought, "I know you don't like me, slut. But, rest assured, the feeling is mutual."
Once Michelle was in the pool, Marc said, "I'll get my lawyer and C.P.A. on it, sis. You and Tom have made that house a comfortable home for your family. Let's see what we can do to keep you all in there." Referring to the pictures and video in the camera, "And sis, I'll handle this... I'll keep you informed of what I do about it. And Sharon? Remember, just between you and I, right now."
Sharon gave her brother a little smile, "Should I tell Megan? You know this is the opportunity she has been waiting for to happen."
Marc gave his sister a responding smile, "Yeah, you're right about that. I should have married her instead of Michelle. Anyway, I'll call her at the right time. Now, I have to talk to someone before I do anything."
"Tony Corttini?"
Marc smiled big, now. "Yeah sis, you know how it works."
"You two go back to your sand box days. Anytime either of you ever had a problem like this or got into any trouble, you'd go to the other first. Most of the time you were in it together. But, before you did anything or talked to anybody, even our parents, you'd talk it over with Tony. What's he doing now?"
"He's an engineer for one of the world's major mining companies, rare earth's, I think. But, I know that they still have their family ties. I'll ask him what they do when one of their women pulls something like this..."
Sharon gazed at her brother, "I can only imagine from the novels I've read and movies that I've watched. But, I know you well enough, Marc. It won't be a simple divorce."
"We have a prenup... But sis, you know I don't want the publicity, or the B.S. that would come with divorce."
After Sharon had gone, Marc checked to make sure Michelle was still in the pool. Then he went in to his study and called his old school buddy, best man at his wedding and another person Michelle could not stand to be around. She viewed Tony as just too "middle class." Marc had never told his wife that The Corttini's existed on the periphery of an international mafia family. Primarily into smuggling, they moved just about anything of value. To include guns, d**gs and humans of all skin colors and ethic backgrounds. Within a hour after talking it over with Tony, Marc was contacted by one Floyd Wallace, known as Wally, a high ranking member of the family. Wally immediately placed taps on the home phone and Michelle's cell phone. He then sent in two of the family's top investigators. The trip to observe the surgery was a set up to catch Michelle and Dex in the act.
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Marc sat in his car with Megan, Michelle's twin sister, watching a lap top computer and waiting for Dex to show. They were on the home security company's website watching Michelle, wearing only a dog collar and leash, take her place at the unlocked front door, as instructed. In their planning sessions with Wally, they had all agreed that they would wait until all three black men were involved with their triple penetration of Michelle before they moved in.
It hurt Marc to watch as his wife was led like a bitch dog into the living room. After making her crawl across the room and beg, each black man planted his cock her in every orifice. When they finished, Dex shoved a butt plug in her ass and a dildo in her pussy. He turned to the others and said, "That'll keep her good and lubricated for our triple dip." Then turning back to Michelle, "Which we are gonna do in your marital bed, bitch. After this, there will be no doubt in your mind who owns your tight white ass." On her hands and knees, Michelle waddled down the hall, obediently leading the three black men into her bedroom.
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Wally Wallace, half English, half Italian and all mafia was in charge of the family's human trafficking operation. He was about to give Marc, Megan and Michelle a good example of one of the ways that this particular mafia family handle an unfaithful wife, including anyone found with her. Tony's father, although not a member of the mafia, maintained a close friendship with the Don, who was Tony's godfather. So, the problems of a old friend of Tony's was to be handled like a problem within the family. Nothing was to be spared to bring it to a desired conclusion, swiftly.
To the sounds of Michelle screaming, "Yes, do it to it. Fuck that pussy and ass. Ram it those big black rods in there." the entourage moved down the hall to the master bedroom. Wally assigned a specific target to each of the three men carrying bear load tranquilizer dart guns. Michelle was quiet, now that a big black cock had been rammed down her throat.
The three men were the first to enter the bedroom. They swiftly shot a dart into each of the black men. As the others filed into the room, the man pumping Michelle's ass with what appeared to be at least a ten inch cock, stumbled to his feet and faced the group. Seconds later his legs gave out and he slumped to the floor, u*********s. The man with his cock in Michelle's month tried to stand up on the bed. Only to fall back against the head board, u*********s. Michelle jumped off Dex and onto the floor, moving to the far wall. Dex could only raise up on his elbows. Then, fall back, u*********s. Michelle, a person that had spent most of her life in control of everything and everybody around her, did not know what to do or say. All she knew for sure was that she had been caught fucking three black men in their master bedroom. That she stood nude on one said of the room, with her husband, twin sister and five men that she didn't recognize on the other side by the only exit door. The whole group's attention now fixed on her.
Wally turned to a tall, slender black man, "Tyrone, bring her over here." Then turning to the other men, "Bring the crates into the living room. Then in here one at a time."
Tyrone brought Michelle to the group and drew out a roll of duct tape.. She had turned on the tears, but they had little or no effect on anyone conscious. As Tyrone began to tape her right hand, Marc drew up her left hand. Megan produced a little spray bottle of liquid soap, spraying Michelle's ring finger. Marc slipped the rings off Michelle's finger and release her left hand. Tyrone wasted no time in taping it to her right hand. Megan sprayed her own ring finger and Marc slipped the wedding rings on to the proper place.
Megan squealed in delight and folded herself up against Marc, who wrapped his arm around her. She giggled, then said, "I knew that all I had to do was wait and your ego would screw it up for you." Then as Zeke stepped forward to check out Michelle for a breeder cow, Megan continued, "I just knew that all things come to those who wait. So coordinated, it just all came together so nicely. Last week the P.I. that Marc hired for me brought pictures and videos of my loving husband getting it on with a little twit from his office. It turns out that they have been doing it for almost a year. So, when Marc sent me those pictures and short video that Sharon took last Saturday night, well, I just thought, what a super opportunity." At this point Michelle realized that her husband knew what she was doing with Dex since the first time. She gasped then shed real tears, which again had little or no effect on those around her.
Zeke, who had run his black fingers over Michelle's whole upper body and was now fondling her breasts, said, "Knowin' that her sister has already bore twins makes this one a great potential breeder. Blonde hair, blue eyes, strong body. Yeah, I'll bet I kin git three or four litters outta her. Four ta six in a litter. Maybe even a couple o' custom jobs. Yeah Wally, you make sure she didn't pickup any STD's from the niggers she's been fuckin' an' I'll give you twenty five, no thirty percent more than you could get at any auction." Then he erupted into a robust laughter.
As Michelle watched the two men bring in the first crate, then begin to tape the legs, angles and wrists of the black men, the realization of what was happening came home to roost. She managed a whimper, Marc honey, no, please, I'm your wife. Please Markie, pleeease..."
Megan gave her sister the most wicked smirk Michelle had ever seen from Megan.. The one Michelle thought to be accepting, submissive, gullible. Her smirk gone, Megan's expression turned stone cold, "I don't know who you are, slut. " Holding up her left hand, Megan continued, "You see? I am now Doctor Marcus Jacobson's loving wife, Michelle. Herbie, Megan's husband is off to New York for some company affair. He took his mistress with him. When he returns tomorrow morning, he will find a divorce packet waiting for him on the kitchen table and no wife or twins. His now ex-wife, or more specifically, a look-a-like, boarded a plane yesterday and flew out west, somewhere, using Megan's I.D. Then she'll fly back a brunette using her own I.D." She turned to Wally, "I thought that blonde wig and blue contacts really made her look like me. Fooled airport security." Then turning back to her sister, she said, "And, I'm sure you are wondering what happened to the twins? Well, in the divorce packet Herbie will find a DNA report and a custody statement. You see, Megan gave custody of the twins to their biological father and his wife Michelle, that's me!!" Another wicked smirk from the new Michelle. She continued, "The thing is, Marc and I have been having sex since the first day I met him. He took my virginity. When the two of us went to that AMA convention, we shared one room as husband and wife. He then soo scientifically knocked me up with the twins." She grasped her rings and said, "It's all working out. The twins will be raised by their biological parents and my dear former sister, during our anniversary cruise through Europe we intend to make me very pregnant, again." She giggled some more as a piece of tape was placed over her sister's mouth. Then one of the men took a light load dart and stuck it in the nude sister's shoulder. He then cupped her breasts to prevent the u*********s woman from falling to the floor.
As they continued to put the three black men into the crates and haul them out to the van, Wally and Zeke discussed prices. All three would make good breeding bulls, but Wally felt that Dex could be a good worker in procurement, once he had some slave training. Wally turned to Marc and said, "As we discussed last night, you get half the net from all this. To include what Zeke here pays and the value of Dexter's operation."
Mark pulled out a business card from his shirt pocket. It had his sister and brother-in-law's names and address on the back, including his brother-in-law's cell phone.. Handing it to Wally, Marc said, "Wally, you have accomplished exactly what I wanted done here today. But, I don't want any of the proceeds from my former wife. So, pay off these people's mortgage in a way that doesn't raise any eye brows or create any tax consequences and we'll call it even, OK?"
Wally took the card and placed it in his wallet. Smiled and said, "That's a deal, doctor. OK, we can do that. This is your sister and her husband, isn't it? You know that the Don thinks a lot of you. Now, I know why. He told me that when money was needed during med school and your internship, he was ready with an open check book. Same with Tony. He is very proud of both of you and quite satisfied with his investment. He told me that everybody in your family is to be treated like they are part of our family. So, both of you keep that in mind. Anybody gives you guys any shit, just call us, we'll take care of it."
About that time two of Wally's men came in the bedroom carrying two u*********s women. Placing them on the bed, one of the men pull out an envelop from his cargo pocket and handed it to Wally and said, "Like usual, boss, we dropped the k** off with Rose.."
Wally took the envelop and counted out five stacks of one thousand dollar each on the bed next to one of the women. He then counted out two stacks of ten thousand dollars each and said, "Rose pays top dollar for the k**s of a sports figure, especially when there mother is white. Most of the time the k** is illegitimate, anyway. Rose is one of your clients, isn't she, Zeke?"
"You got that right, Wally. She has some big time contacts in the adoption racket. Pays top dollar and gets top dollar."
Wally picked up the stacks of one thousand dollars and handed one to each of his men as a bonus. Then he picked up one of the remaining stacks of bills and handed it to Marc. Shoving the other stack into his pocket, he said, "Spending money for your trip to Europe. At the current exchange rate, you'll need it."
Absent mindedly, Marc took the money a shoved it into his pocket. While Wally and Marc were dealing with the cash, Zeke was checking out the new arrivals. He looked toward Wally and said, "Tellya what my man, I'll take all three women if they don't have any permanent S.T.D.'s. I'll take the ball players, too. They make good breeding bulls if they haven't fucked themselves up with steroids, or caught somethin' permanent. We'll talk later about that nigger that arranged this whole thing."
The New Michelle giggled and said, "Breeding cows and bulls. Is that all they are now? Is that what you call them?"
Zeke bellowed his hearty laugh, then said, "That's right missy. On the surface, we are a cattle and dairy heifer ranch. So, all of our correspondence and conversations haveta support our image We also breed and train huntin' dogs. That's why I kin use words like litter."
With the three black men loaded into the truck, one of Wally's men asked him if he wanted a crate for each of the women. He replied, "Nah, one should do. It's not that far." He turned to Marc and Michelle. Shaking Marc's hand he said, "It was nice doin' business with you Doctor Jacobson." The he addressed Michelle, "It was certainly nice to meet you, Michelle Jacobson."
Michelle beamed, "Yes, thank you and it was nice to meet you too, Mister Wallace. You and your men are certainly good at what you do..."
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When Marc returned from bringing the front gates closed, Michelle had roast beef sandwiches and red wine on the table. Marc sat down at the table and said, "When the cook is here you will have to break her in slowly to the fact that you know your way around the kitchen. Your sister barely how to make coffee and didn't want to know how to do much of anything else. And, by the way, around the house I called her Mickie. She didn't like it much. But, she liked the life style to much to gripe about something like that."
Michelle laughed and said, "I don't mind it if you call me Mickie, in fact, I kinda like it. Annd, I like calling you by your full name, Marcus." He gave her a little smile, preferring to be called by his full name. She continued, "As far as cooking for the family, I would prefer to do it all. However, that's totally up to you. Maybe I'll tell her that I'm taking a cooking course and that I will cook for special occasions, or something like that."
Marc chuckled and said, "Yeah, that might work. Like I said, we have a cook because your sister couldn't and wouldn't have any part of it. We have a weekly maid service, too."
Michelle looked at her husband, and before she took another bite of her sandwich, said, "Now that's something we can do without. I can handle cleaning this place. I might get some help a couple of times a year for a deep cleaning, but the daily thing, I can handle that."
He finished his sandwich, took a generous sip of wine, stood up and said, "That's OK by me. I've got to get back to the office. There's a couple of patients we need to check in on this afternoon. I should be back around five or six. I have a few items I'd like you to accomplish today. One, The upper shelf of the entry closet has all our family photo albums and related info. Then the top album in the box, inside the front cover should have a list of computer files, mypictures and the like, where we keep quite a bit on the computer. Go through them all, you are Michelle, now. Look at it all through her eyes. Then make a list of questions for me and we'll discuss it when I get home. My mom's going to know immediately, so we'll haveta let her in on the whole thing. She doesn't have to know that we sold your sister into slavery, but anyway, you might have some questions she can answer for you. Second thing is, I want you to call the travel agency and make sure everything is in order. Especially the two nights in Budapest at the end of the trip. The only way Ed will give me the time off for this trip is if I visit one of his med-school professors. The guy is Hungarian, and retired to a suburb of the city. Apparently, he is still involved in medicine at their central hospital. Make sure the hotel is five star and can provide us with a reputable translator and guide." Marc dug the cash Wally had given him out of his pocket and counted out five thousand dollars. "Go to the airport and get Euros with this. I'll keep the remainder in my suitcase." Shoving the cash back into his pocket, he continued, "Call my sister and arrange dinner tomorrow or Friday. Those two are the only people that should hear the whole story. Lastly, my dear wife..." Michelle's eyes lit up. He continued, "I want you to call anywhere you want for dinner reservations like seven thirty, eight o'clock for you and I. Then, and then Mickie, I am going to bring you home into our bed.., and fuck your lights out." He ended with a big smile.
Michelle beamed, "Yes sir, your wishes are my commands. Consider them done. And, yes my husband I will certainly look forward to that event in our bed."
"And, yes my dear wife, somewhere down one of those European rivers, I will knock you up higher than a kite. Also, rest assured, we will have as much fun doing it as we did at that AMA convention." He paused, then said, "Ah, Michelle? I think that I was a bit greedy here. It would seem that I really wanted to have you both. However, it appears that I have always had you and never really had you sister."
"Yes, my darling Marcus. I think you are right about that. You had me the first time our eyes met. Poor herbie, I think he always knew that I loved you and that he was my second choice. I doubt that he will be surprised to find that the twins are yours, not his."
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The evening before Marc and Michelle were to board a plane to Amsterdam, Holland, they met Marc's sister, Sharon and her husband, Rob for dinner. After Rob had described their meeting with the lawyers and accountant over paying off their house, Sharon asked her brother, "So Marc, how did you feel seeing the former Michelle led off into slavery?"
"To tell you the truth, I feel like I just broke out of some kind of spell. But, other than that, as far as feelings for her and where she was going, not a damn thing, sis. What love I had for her evaporated when I watched her follow that guy Dexter's orders to a "T". We watched on a web cam as she came to the front door wearing only a dog collar and a leash. Unlocked the front door and turned off the alarm. As instructed by him, she had taken off all her jewelry, except her wedding rings. I guess their presence added to his feeling of conquest. They are the rings that are now on my authentic wife's finger." Michelle held up her left hand and the diamonds sparkled in the light from the candle on the table. Marc finished with, "No divorce, no lawyers, no scandal. She doesn't even need a new passport. Besides all that, from an anatomy stand point, mine most likely wouldn't fit in hers any longer, anyway."
They all chuckled in agreement with Marc's last statement. Michelle quipped, "As far as I'm concerned, it fits very well. And, the twin boys prove that it works the way it should." As the other three laughed, she ended with, "Well, I'm quite satisfied and very happy..."
When they had stopped laughing, Sharon ask Michelle, "How are you going to handle that group of doctor's wives that brought your sister into the environment that got her into so much trouble?"
Michelle smiled and replied, "Well, I won't be seeing them until we get back from Europe. By then, I should be pregnant and we will have the twins at home. So, I will just tell them that I can't drink alcohol, or stay out late at night. That I can work at their charities, but I can't go to dinner or clubbing with them. I might add that my husband found out that I was dancing very close with another man. That the only time I can go out dancing now is with my husband."
Marc said "Yeah, I think the cruise is a good way for Michelle and I to bond, completely. It will allow us to put the recent past into the rear view mirror. There is nothing we can do to change it, so we'll just leave it in there. I'm sure there is a lot more that could be said. But, Megan's gone and Michelle and I have a bright future ahead of us. I feel that everything has worked out quite well. We are all going to be living the way we are supposed to live... Happily ever after."
Rob lifted his drink in "toast" fashion, "For the four of us at this table here tonight, that's the way it appears to be unfolding..."
Twelve years since he graduated from college, the six foot five inch collegiate basketball player and business administration major had built quite a lucrative stable of mostly white, married socialites servicing his exclusive clientele of sports related black men. He also leased them out to some very selective websites, making the right contacts at the player's annual gathering in Chicago.
At his relatively young age, Dex had experienced most of the thrills and pleasures life had to offer. However, in his mind at least, nothing quite equaled watching his ten by two and half inch black cock side in and out of a tight white pussy. Or, a white woman's virgin ass. Second to that was watching especially blondes wrap their lips around his cock and suck it up nice and hard. Then get his long black fingers into her blonde hair and face fuck the bitch. Ramming it down her throat until she almost passed out.
Usually keeping around twenty socialites in his stable, he had recently worn out one and lost another. So, in addition to the two associates he had out on the prowl, he had come to his favorite hunting ground looking for a specific replacement. The woman he had lost was one of his favorites. Five foot six inch tall blonde with a fantastic body, she was a wealthy dentist's wife. Dex had bedded her himself for about two months before he turned her out. It had really pissed him off when some john messed her up so bad that he couldn't use her anymore. Dex made sure that the guy would spend at least a couple of months in the hospital and that his ball player days were a thing of the past. He'd be lucky to score a sportscaster's job. Then Dex had three of his friends fuck the guys wife. He installed a web-cam in the bedroom and sent one of his women to the hospital with a lap top computer. Full body cast, and neck brace, the guy could do nothing but watch as his little white wife took it in every orifice for more than two hours. Quite often it was at the same time. She'll never be the same woman she was before those three big black men came into her life.
Dex stood just inside the lounge, scanned the crowd, thinking, "I don't give a dawn if that nigger was some big name football player. Nobody messes up my women without paying a big price. All of them are high quality women servicing my high rolling clientele."
Finding a table of three men that he knew, Dex took the forth and vacant chair. "Hey Dex, how ya doin'?"
"Ah ya know, I'm good. I'm always good." responded Dex.
Then looking over their shoulders he noticed a table of socialites about 30 feet away. One of the other men noticed where Dex had turned his attention. "Ah Dex, that's just Jane Hartley's gang of doctor's wives. Most of them are cougars that we have fucked before. Problem is that the whole bunch just want a toyboy, dancing to their tune... I'm just not into that."
"Me neither." said Dex, "But, they're all good for a roll in the sack. Especially that tall black one. Who's the new face?"
The third man, a hospital administrator, answered Dex, "That's Michelle Jacobson. The wife of Marke Jacobson, M.D. He's the newest member of Doctor Hartley's surgical team."
Michelle Jacobson, formerly Michelle Taylor, was born as a twin into a middle class family of four c***dren. She had dreamed, since she could remember, of living the elegant lifestyle she now enjoyed. After working at a charity function all day that Saturday with these women, she was pleased to be invited to join them for dinner and then hit some nightclubs. Her husband had called her and said that he would be tied up at the hospital until well into the evening. It had made her decision easy to make. At twenty five years old, it was a shear thrill to Michelle when they arrived at the hotel's restaurant and the maitre d' knew all the names of the women in the group. Then to have them introduce Michelle to him as their newest member really turned her on. They were immediately shown to a premium table near the dance floor in the lounge. Totally naive to terms like milf, cougar, toyboy or fuckpet, Michelle looked forward to having her eyes opened by these seasoned socialites.
During the conversation with his three friends, Dex watched as two men from the other side of the room approached the women's table. One, appearing to be in his thirties, asked one of the cougars to dance. The other, in his early twenties, ask Michelle to dance. Remaining in the conversation, Dex kept an eye on the five foot seven or eight, shapely Michelle. Noticing that among other attributes, she was a good dancer. Possibly better than her partner. After a couple of dances, Michelle and the young man returned to her table and he asked one of the cougars to dance. Dex waited a couple of minutes, excused himself and approached Michelle, thinking, "This fine young thing just might be the replacement I'm looking for..." Dex asked Michelle, "Would you like to dance, or did he wear you out?"
Michelle looked up toward the male voice asking her for a dance. He was what she liked, tall and broad shouldered, but he was also black. She never had much to do with black people. However, after some encouragement from one of the cougars, she thought, "A couple of dances wouldn't hurt." So, she stood up and said, "Sure, why not. I'm just getting started."
Very experienced in seducing white women, twenty to fifty years old, it didn't take long to entice the beautiful, blond, blue eyed Michelle out behind the kitchen. It was a very remote, secure, dimly lit spot he had used often. With his tongue thrust into her mouth, the fingers of his right hand lifted her shirt, dug into her panties and entered her wet, hot pussy. She tried to push him away. But, he held her tightly and their lip lock only allowed her muffled sounds. When his fingers found her G-spot, he removed his lips and all she could do was moan. Pinned against the wall, he had her toes lifted an inch or so off the ground. Her arms hung limp at her sides, The intense pleasure coming from her pussy rendered her helpless. She did not even attempt to stop his left hand as it unbuttoned her shirt enough to flip up her bra and fondle her right breast. "Nice tits, more than a hand full... Tight little pussy. I like that..." Whispered the confident, in control, Dex.
Michelle looked up at him and tried to get out, "I'm a married woman." However, before she could get the words out of her mouth he again covered her lips with his. Now rendered totally helpless and out of control, she felt her panties leave and find the ground. Holding her in a lip lock and continuing his tongue action, she heard him unzip his pants and felt his large erect cock bounce against her bear tummy. Michelle tried to break free, but, it was no use. He withdrew from her lips and lifted her up to where her pussy was even with his cock. Then, before she realized what was happening, Dex thrust his black monster about three inches into her tight white pussy. All she could do is whimper, "No, Nooo..." Dex laughed and said, "Ah, come on, baby. You know you want the thrill of a big black cock in your little white, married pussy." With that he drew back and thrust back in far enough to find her cervix. He pushed his cock head against it to test its resistance. "You want it all, don't ya baby?" Wide eyed, she just looked at him. Arms still dangling at her sides, he now had the calves of her legs resting on his shoulders. A firm grip on her breasts, he held her up against the wall as he drew back and rammed his cock passed the resistance of her cervix. She yelped. With a little more than two inches still remaining, his next stroke drove his cock in balls deep. She yelped, again, then just moaned as an orgasm began to flood over her body. As her orgasm subsided, Dex held his cock in her for about thirty seconds, then he began short fast strokes, thinking, "Yeah, my little white socialite, when I turn you out, you'll be good for once or twice a week. Ha, you'll be servicing the black cocks of some of the biggest names in sports. Yeah, I got you babe..."
Now pounding her with long, hard, fast strokes, she went into one orgasm, then a second. Minutes later into a third. She certainly was not a virgin when she married Marc, but never was it like this. He drew her away from the wall and without disconnecting, he turned her around, one hundred and eighty degrees. With the palms of her hands against the wall, he held her in place with his left arm across her abdomen. Her feet now a few inches off the ground, his left hand tightly gripped her right breast. The black fingers of his right hand he gathered her blonde hair and pulled her head back. "This is one of my bitch positions, blondie. You are going to get to know it well. By the time I turn you out, yeah, you'll know it very well. Right along with a bunch of other positions my clients favor..."After Dex had fucked Michelle unmercifully for several minutes, he went off himself. Allowing her to slip to the ground like a pile of rags, he used her panties to wipe himself. Then returned his satisfied cock back in its place and zipped up his pants. Picking up her purse, he dug out one of her calling cards. Slipping it into his shirt pocket, he snapped the purse shut and tossed it near her panties.
Hands on his hips, Dex looked down upon the crumpled woman and laughed his hearty laugh. Then he said, "The ladies room is through the kitchen and to your left. Better get back with your lady friends or you'll be missed. I'll get with you early next week and we'll have another black cock training session."
On her knees, leaning against the wall, it was all Michelle could do to turn and watch Dex walk away. Yes, without any idea of the possible cost to her, she wanted more of his cock. As she gathered her panties and purse, she thought, "That has to be the best orgasm I have ever had. But, I've got to get control of it, so I can keep my marriage and have it when I want it.." What she didn't know then., however, would discover later, was that like people who become addicted to coke after their first hit, she was now addicted to black cock.
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Michelle already had a douche, showered, and was in bed before Marc slipped in next to her that Saturday night. The following morning, their cook's day off, Michelle and her husband lay in bed discussing the day ahead. Marc rolled onto his side facing her and said, "I'm not really hungry babe. So, why don't you go out and get something for both of us. French toast and a cup of coffee sounds good." He was well aware that about all she could do in the kitchen was make coffee.
Michelle rose, thinking, "I have to keep him happy. He provides the lifestyle that I always dreamed I would be living. And, I worked way to hard to snatch him away from my gullible, trusting sister. So, I'll do whatever makes him happy." Michelle was way to self absorbed to love any man, or woman. In a patronizing gesture, she quickly rose, dressed and purred, "Get yourself a shower and I'll meet you down stairs." She gave him a peck of a kiss on the forehead and hustled off to get what her husband desired.
With exception of Michelle's sister-in-law returning a camera, Sunday passed like many had when Marc was preparing for a complex surgery on the following Monday morning. As per usual, he was gone before she woke up that following morning. Laying in bed, she wondered if Dex would call. On one hand, she hoped he wouldn't call. With the prenuptial agreement she had signed, she was sure that Marc would kick her to the curb if he ever found that she was having sex with another man, or woman. The color of his skin or the size of his cock did not make one bit of difference to Marc. He knew that she was not a virgin when they were married. However, he had made it very clear that she was his, exclusively. On the other hand, she wanted, and needed, more of Dexter's big black cock. What she did not want to acknowledge was the feeling of need for his cock. A need to feel it rammed deep into her womb. As she rolled out of bed, she mentally counted the days since her last period. Not on the pill, Michelle stepped into the shower, thinking, "Yeah, I'm safe through this week. I'd better get on the pill before I end up with a big problem. I don't know what I'll tell Marc. He wants to start a family. Oh well, I'll think of something..."
Monday Morning
About nine thirty, as Michelle was finishing her breakfast out by the pool her cell phone rang. It was Dex. "Hey blondie, ya up for another lesson in real fucking?" He said in a commanding tone.
"I ah, I don't know. When?" Again, just a few words from him and she had lost control.
"Get something ta write with and write on, cunt?" he demanded.
"Ah no, hold on for a minute and please don't call me that." she said meekly, carrying her phone into the pool house. "OK?"
"I'll call your little white ass anything I want. Just do as your told, bitch." he barked.
Dex gave her the address of his friend's apartment in an exclusive complex about ten minutes from Michelle's home. "I want you there within the hour, cunt! And listen carefully! You come with no bra, no panties. Sandals, short shorts and a sleeveless shirt.. Ya hear me, bitch?"
Ah, but Dex, I might have something else..."
He cut her off, "Get your white ass over here dressed like I told you, clocks tickin', blondie. Get your white ass moving. Your gonna get your tight pussy well fucked." His voice caught her like a command that she dare not disobey. "OK, OK, I'll be there. She closed her phone and quickly made her way upstairs to dress the way he had dictated.
Standing at the door of the proper apartment, Michelle felt torn. Her husband was tall, dark, handsome, wealthy and very intelligent. She was driving the vehicle of her choice and living in one of the best neighborhoods in the town. So, why was she here? Because, she wanted more of that big black cock and the thrill of those orgasms. Therefore, she put it all on the line and knocked on the door. It came open, Michelle was pulled in, the door shut and locked.
Once in the apartment, Michelle found Dex and other large black man. Both were nude so she could see that the other man, introduced to her as Jimmy, had a build like a football player and a cock only slightly smaller than Dex. As he began unbuttoning her shirt, Dex commanded, "Drop the shorts!"
Michelle responded immediately, allowing the shorts to find her ankles. Dex pushed the shirt off her shoulders and she allowed it to fall on top of the shorts. She whimpered, "I ah, I didn't know there would be two of you..."
Dex grinned at her a said, harshly, "Shut up, bitch. Just do as you're told and you'll get the fucking thrill of your life. You don't and I'll kick your white ass out of here. Then, I'll make sure you never get another black cock, ever again. Got that, bitch?"
Jimmy walked around behind Michelle. Running his fingers down her sides and then over her buttocks, he said, "Fine little white ass..." After giving her buttocks a little squeeze, he brought both hands up and cupped her breasts. Towering over her by eight or ten inches, he said, "Little more than a hand full, I like that." Then he moved his hands up to her shoulders and forced Michelle to her knees and said, "Let's get ta fuckin' this bitch. My lady will be back in about an hour and a half.
Dex stepped closer to Michelle, holding his limp cock about even with her month and said, "Open up, bitch. Time ta suck this cock up so I can fuck that white pussy."
"But Dex, I've never sucked..."
Dex placed his free hand on top of her head and shoved his cock into her month, "I said shut up, bitch. While you are here your month is for sucking our cocks, nothing else, ya hear? Now, suck it up nice and hard so I can fuck your white pussy with my big black cock." As she sucked Dex's cock, Jimmy placed a big black dog collar on her neck. When his cock was ready, Dex ordered her into the bitch position with her feet spread, arms braced against the back of the couch. Dex rammed his cock in to the hilt with one stroke. She opened her month to cry out. But, before she could udder a sound, Jimmy shoved his cock into her month. With Dex gripping her hips, Jimmy's hands squeezing her breasts, they fucked Michelle like a rag doll, sending her into a wild orgasm.
As the two black men fucked Michelle, Jimmy handed Dex a butt plug covered with KY jelly. Dex lined it up with her little ass hole and with the palm of his hand, shoved it in. Her month was too full of Jimmy's cock to make a sound.
Withdrawing his now hard cock from Michelle's month, Jimmy helped Dex turn her 180 degrees as Dex stood up. Standing he then began bouncing her on his cock as she squealed, "Fuck me Dex. Fuck my little white pussy with that black monster of yours." Then went into a wild orgasm. As she came down off her high, Jimmy withdrew the butt plug and replaced it with his cock. Ramming it in about five inches. She screamed, "No, please no! I've never had it there... You're to big, it hurts... Please take it out, pleeeease..." Dex told her to shut up and Jimmy rammed his cock in about three more inches. When he was into her ass about nine inches, they coordinated their strokes, in and out at the same time. Now, Michelle could only moan as the two black men took their pleasure in her white body.
Dex and Jimmy went on to pound every orifice in Michelle's body for more than an hour. Then Dex led her into the bathroom by the dog collar and leash, on her hands and knees. Then he barked, "You've got ten minutes ta drain, clean up, dress and get your white ass out o' here! I'll call you tomorrow with your next bitch training session. Wear that collar and leash outta here. You can take it off in your car.!"
When Michelle had left the apartment, Jimmy handed Dex an envelope containing $2,000.00. And said, "I love it when I get to be the first into some white woman's ass and get some of her pussy, too. It was all well worth every penny."
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At dinner that evening, Michelle ask Marc about the surgery of that morning. He told her that it was difficult and lengthy. That they would know if it was successful tomorrow afternoon. Then he changed the subject and asked, "Did you plan to attend the Hospital Auxiliary luncheon, tomorrow?"
Michelle had completely forgotten the luncheon. All she could think about was her next session with Dex and who ever he wanted to be there. However, what else could she say, "Ah, yes of course. Jane has me helping people find there place."
Marc gave her a little smile, "Good, Ed has decided that it would be a good idea if the team joined their spouses for lunch, tomorrow."
"Oh OK, that would be nice. I would think that Jane will make sure that there is a place for everybody."
Marc gave his wife another little smile, then said, "Also, Ed wants the team to observe an operation in New York, Wednesday afternoon. We'll take the red eye out tomorrow evening. Then, come back Thursday morning."
Michelle frowned and moan, "Oh wow, I have to sleep alone for two nights? I'll miss you." Usually she would show her husband an especially good time in the bedroom the night before he left on a trip out of town. However, her vagina was way to stretched to let him in tonight. Then the thought hit her, would he ever fit again? Would he come home from his trip only to find how loose she had become? Her black master, Dexter had taken her under hypnotism that morning to assure that she would never say "no" to him. He had her completely addicted to big black cock and commanded her total obedience.
Telling his wife that he needed to review the case they would be observing, Marc said that he would join her later that evening. She gave a sigh of relief, took a shower, then went to bed, alone.
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When Dex called that following morning Michelle explained why she could not get out of going to the luncheon. But, that her husband would be out of town all of Wednesday and most of Thursday.
"No shit, bitch. We can party all day tomorrow an' on inta Thursday mornin'. I like it. Give any staff you have the two days off. I'll be there at nine tomorrow mornin' with two other guys. We'll start the party with your first three way. We gonna fill every one of your white holes with black cock... at the same time." With that he laughed and terminated the call.
Wednesday morning about 8:45 am, Dex called Michelle, "You alone, bitch.?"
"Ah, yes."
Get all your clothes off and them long blonde locks in a pony tail. Get your collar and leash on. That's an' your wedding rings are all I want you wearin'. Then unlock the front door. Be on your knees, the grip of the leash held up for me when we come through the door. What's the gate code?" She realized that he would be there in about fifteen or twenty minutes. So, she immediately began preparing herself for his arrival.
As Dex and two of his clients approached the front gates to the Jacobson residence, he chuckled to himself, thinking, "Damn, I'm gettin' good at this . One little doctor's wife fell in record time. I wonder if the dumb bitch has any sisters? Anyway, she'll get her first threesome today. Then I'll call about ten more of my clients and a couple of my women. .. This bitch will pull a twelve black man train this afternoon. Then, she'll wake up tomorrow knowing that she has really been black balled." He laughed to himself as he punched in the gate code and watched the gates swing open.
Dex drove his car through the gates still patting himself on the back. What he and the other two men in the car did not notice was the Mercedes sedan, SUV and the furniture van parked about one hundred yards from the Jacobson driveway. Also, neither Dex nor Michelle were aware that on the previous Saturday night, Sharon, Marc's sister was in the dining room at the hotel with her husband and another couple celebrating the two husband's birthday's. That Sharon had borrowed her brother's high end digital camera so she would be sure to get good pictures in the subdued lighting, without a flash. When she stood up to get all three people and the cake in the picture, she noticed Michelle and Dex on the dance floor. After taking several pictures, Sharon excused herself to go to the restrooms. Aware that she would need to the pass the dance floor on her way to the restrooms, she paused to get several shots of her sister-in-law dancing closely with a man not her husband. She also took the opportunity to follow Dex and Michelle out behind the kitchen. There she proceeded to take more than forty very reveling and identifying shots of Dex burying himself deep into Michelle's body. She also took about five minutes of video.
The next day, when Sharon came to return the camera, it did not bother her a bit that her sister-in-law decided to go for a swim. As soon as Michelle had left the room, Sharon showed her brother the pictures and video of Michelle and Dex. Marc looked them over, feeling like he had just had the breath knocked out of him. He choked out a "thank you" to Sharon and told her to keep it between them. That her would take it from there. When Michelle returned, Marc and Sharon were discussing the upside down condition of Sharon's home. They had paid almost six hundred thousand for it. Now, it was worth a little over three hunderd thousand and they owed four hundred thousand. Michelle, who did not at all like her sister-in-law, breezed right by them. Sharon thought, "I know you don't like me, slut. But, rest assured, the feeling is mutual."
Once Michelle was in the pool, Marc said, "I'll get my lawyer and C.P.A. on it, sis. You and Tom have made that house a comfortable home for your family. Let's see what we can do to keep you all in there." Referring to the pictures and video in the camera, "And sis, I'll handle this... I'll keep you informed of what I do about it. And Sharon? Remember, just between you and I, right now."
Sharon gave her brother a little smile, "Should I tell Megan? You know this is the opportunity she has been waiting for to happen."
Marc gave his sister a responding smile, "Yeah, you're right about that. I should have married her instead of Michelle. Anyway, I'll call her at the right time. Now, I have to talk to someone before I do anything."
"Tony Corttini?"
Marc smiled big, now. "Yeah sis, you know how it works."
"You two go back to your sand box days. Anytime either of you ever had a problem like this or got into any trouble, you'd go to the other first. Most of the time you were in it together. But, before you did anything or talked to anybody, even our parents, you'd talk it over with Tony. What's he doing now?"
"He's an engineer for one of the world's major mining companies, rare earth's, I think. But, I know that they still have their family ties. I'll ask him what they do when one of their women pulls something like this..."
Sharon gazed at her brother, "I can only imagine from the novels I've read and movies that I've watched. But, I know you well enough, Marc. It won't be a simple divorce."
"We have a prenup... But sis, you know I don't want the publicity, or the B.S. that would come with divorce."
After Sharon had gone, Marc checked to make sure Michelle was still in the pool. Then he went in to his study and called his old school buddy, best man at his wedding and another person Michelle could not stand to be around. She viewed Tony as just too "middle class." Marc had never told his wife that The Corttini's existed on the periphery of an international mafia family. Primarily into smuggling, they moved just about anything of value. To include guns, d**gs and humans of all skin colors and ethic backgrounds. Within a hour after talking it over with Tony, Marc was contacted by one Floyd Wallace, known as Wally, a high ranking member of the family. Wally immediately placed taps on the home phone and Michelle's cell phone. He then sent in two of the family's top investigators. The trip to observe the surgery was a set up to catch Michelle and Dex in the act.
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Marc sat in his car with Megan, Michelle's twin sister, watching a lap top computer and waiting for Dex to show. They were on the home security company's website watching Michelle, wearing only a dog collar and leash, take her place at the unlocked front door, as instructed. In their planning sessions with Wally, they had all agreed that they would wait until all three black men were involved with their triple penetration of Michelle before they moved in.
It hurt Marc to watch as his wife was led like a bitch dog into the living room. After making her crawl across the room and beg, each black man planted his cock her in every orifice. When they finished, Dex shoved a butt plug in her ass and a dildo in her pussy. He turned to the others and said, "That'll keep her good and lubricated for our triple dip." Then turning back to Michelle, "Which we are gonna do in your marital bed, bitch. After this, there will be no doubt in your mind who owns your tight white ass." On her hands and knees, Michelle waddled down the hall, obediently leading the three black men into her bedroom.
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Wally Wallace, half English, half Italian and all mafia was in charge of the family's human trafficking operation. He was about to give Marc, Megan and Michelle a good example of one of the ways that this particular mafia family handle an unfaithful wife, including anyone found with her. Tony's father, although not a member of the mafia, maintained a close friendship with the Don, who was Tony's godfather. So, the problems of a old friend of Tony's was to be handled like a problem within the family. Nothing was to be spared to bring it to a desired conclusion, swiftly.
To the sounds of Michelle screaming, "Yes, do it to it. Fuck that pussy and ass. Ram it those big black rods in there." the entourage moved down the hall to the master bedroom. Wally assigned a specific target to each of the three men carrying bear load tranquilizer dart guns. Michelle was quiet, now that a big black cock had been rammed down her throat.
The three men were the first to enter the bedroom. They swiftly shot a dart into each of the black men. As the others filed into the room, the man pumping Michelle's ass with what appeared to be at least a ten inch cock, stumbled to his feet and faced the group. Seconds later his legs gave out and he slumped to the floor, u*********s. The man with his cock in Michelle's month tried to stand up on the bed. Only to fall back against the head board, u*********s. Michelle jumped off Dex and onto the floor, moving to the far wall. Dex could only raise up on his elbows. Then, fall back, u*********s. Michelle, a person that had spent most of her life in control of everything and everybody around her, did not know what to do or say. All she knew for sure was that she had been caught fucking three black men in their master bedroom. That she stood nude on one said of the room, with her husband, twin sister and five men that she didn't recognize on the other side by the only exit door. The whole group's attention now fixed on her.
Wally turned to a tall, slender black man, "Tyrone, bring her over here." Then turning to the other men, "Bring the crates into the living room. Then in here one at a time."
Tyrone brought Michelle to the group and drew out a roll of duct tape.. She had turned on the tears, but they had little or no effect on anyone conscious. As Tyrone began to tape her right hand, Marc drew up her left hand. Megan produced a little spray bottle of liquid soap, spraying Michelle's ring finger. Marc slipped the rings off Michelle's finger and release her left hand. Tyrone wasted no time in taping it to her right hand. Megan sprayed her own ring finger and Marc slipped the wedding rings on to the proper place.
Megan squealed in delight and folded herself up against Marc, who wrapped his arm around her. She giggled, then said, "I knew that all I had to do was wait and your ego would screw it up for you." Then as Zeke stepped forward to check out Michelle for a breeder cow, Megan continued, "I just knew that all things come to those who wait. So coordinated, it just all came together so nicely. Last week the P.I. that Marc hired for me brought pictures and videos of my loving husband getting it on with a little twit from his office. It turns out that they have been doing it for almost a year. So, when Marc sent me those pictures and short video that Sharon took last Saturday night, well, I just thought, what a super opportunity." At this point Michelle realized that her husband knew what she was doing with Dex since the first time. She gasped then shed real tears, which again had little or no effect on those around her.
Zeke, who had run his black fingers over Michelle's whole upper body and was now fondling her breasts, said, "Knowin' that her sister has already bore twins makes this one a great potential breeder. Blonde hair, blue eyes, strong body. Yeah, I'll bet I kin git three or four litters outta her. Four ta six in a litter. Maybe even a couple o' custom jobs. Yeah Wally, you make sure she didn't pickup any STD's from the niggers she's been fuckin' an' I'll give you twenty five, no thirty percent more than you could get at any auction." Then he erupted into a robust laughter.
As Michelle watched the two men bring in the first crate, then begin to tape the legs, angles and wrists of the black men, the realization of what was happening came home to roost. She managed a whimper, Marc honey, no, please, I'm your wife. Please Markie, pleeease..."
Megan gave her sister the most wicked smirk Michelle had ever seen from Megan.. The one Michelle thought to be accepting, submissive, gullible. Her smirk gone, Megan's expression turned stone cold, "I don't know who you are, slut. " Holding up her left hand, Megan continued, "You see? I am now Doctor Marcus Jacobson's loving wife, Michelle. Herbie, Megan's husband is off to New York for some company affair. He took his mistress with him. When he returns tomorrow morning, he will find a divorce packet waiting for him on the kitchen table and no wife or twins. His now ex-wife, or more specifically, a look-a-like, boarded a plane yesterday and flew out west, somewhere, using Megan's I.D. Then she'll fly back a brunette using her own I.D." She turned to Wally, "I thought that blonde wig and blue contacts really made her look like me. Fooled airport security." Then turning back to her sister, she said, "And, I'm sure you are wondering what happened to the twins? Well, in the divorce packet Herbie will find a DNA report and a custody statement. You see, Megan gave custody of the twins to their biological father and his wife Michelle, that's me!!" Another wicked smirk from the new Michelle. She continued, "The thing is, Marc and I have been having sex since the first day I met him. He took my virginity. When the two of us went to that AMA convention, we shared one room as husband and wife. He then soo scientifically knocked me up with the twins." She grasped her rings and said, "It's all working out. The twins will be raised by their biological parents and my dear former sister, during our anniversary cruise through Europe we intend to make me very pregnant, again." She giggled some more as a piece of tape was placed over her sister's mouth. Then one of the men took a light load dart and stuck it in the nude sister's shoulder. He then cupped her breasts to prevent the u*********s woman from falling to the floor.
As they continued to put the three black men into the crates and haul them out to the van, Wally and Zeke discussed prices. All three would make good breeding bulls, but Wally felt that Dex could be a good worker in procurement, once he had some slave training. Wally turned to Marc and said, "As we discussed last night, you get half the net from all this. To include what Zeke here pays and the value of Dexter's operation."
Mark pulled out a business card from his shirt pocket. It had his sister and brother-in-law's names and address on the back, including his brother-in-law's cell phone.. Handing it to Wally, Marc said, "Wally, you have accomplished exactly what I wanted done here today. But, I don't want any of the proceeds from my former wife. So, pay off these people's mortgage in a way that doesn't raise any eye brows or create any tax consequences and we'll call it even, OK?"
Wally took the card and placed it in his wallet. Smiled and said, "That's a deal, doctor. OK, we can do that. This is your sister and her husband, isn't it? You know that the Don thinks a lot of you. Now, I know why. He told me that when money was needed during med school and your internship, he was ready with an open check book. Same with Tony. He is very proud of both of you and quite satisfied with his investment. He told me that everybody in your family is to be treated like they are part of our family. So, both of you keep that in mind. Anybody gives you guys any shit, just call us, we'll take care of it."
About that time two of Wally's men came in the bedroom carrying two u*********s women. Placing them on the bed, one of the men pull out an envelop from his cargo pocket and handed it to Wally and said, "Like usual, boss, we dropped the k** off with Rose.."
Wally took the envelop and counted out five stacks of one thousand dollar each on the bed next to one of the women. He then counted out two stacks of ten thousand dollars each and said, "Rose pays top dollar for the k**s of a sports figure, especially when there mother is white. Most of the time the k** is illegitimate, anyway. Rose is one of your clients, isn't she, Zeke?"
"You got that right, Wally. She has some big time contacts in the adoption racket. Pays top dollar and gets top dollar."
Wally picked up the stacks of one thousand dollars and handed one to each of his men as a bonus. Then he picked up one of the remaining stacks of bills and handed it to Marc. Shoving the other stack into his pocket, he said, "Spending money for your trip to Europe. At the current exchange rate, you'll need it."
Absent mindedly, Marc took the money a shoved it into his pocket. While Wally and Marc were dealing with the cash, Zeke was checking out the new arrivals. He looked toward Wally and said, "Tellya what my man, I'll take all three women if they don't have any permanent S.T.D.'s. I'll take the ball players, too. They make good breeding bulls if they haven't fucked themselves up with steroids, or caught somethin' permanent. We'll talk later about that nigger that arranged this whole thing."
The New Michelle giggled and said, "Breeding cows and bulls. Is that all they are now? Is that what you call them?"
Zeke bellowed his hearty laugh, then said, "That's right missy. On the surface, we are a cattle and dairy heifer ranch. So, all of our correspondence and conversations haveta support our image We also breed and train huntin' dogs. That's why I kin use words like litter."
With the three black men loaded into the truck, one of Wally's men asked him if he wanted a crate for each of the women. He replied, "Nah, one should do. It's not that far." He turned to Marc and Michelle. Shaking Marc's hand he said, "It was nice doin' business with you Doctor Jacobson." The he addressed Michelle, "It was certainly nice to meet you, Michelle Jacobson."
Michelle beamed, "Yes, thank you and it was nice to meet you too, Mister Wallace. You and your men are certainly good at what you do..."
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When Marc returned from bringing the front gates closed, Michelle had roast beef sandwiches and red wine on the table. Marc sat down at the table and said, "When the cook is here you will have to break her in slowly to the fact that you know your way around the kitchen. Your sister barely how to make coffee and didn't want to know how to do much of anything else. And, by the way, around the house I called her Mickie. She didn't like it much. But, she liked the life style to much to gripe about something like that."
Michelle laughed and said, "I don't mind it if you call me Mickie, in fact, I kinda like it. Annd, I like calling you by your full name, Marcus." He gave her a little smile, preferring to be called by his full name. She continued, "As far as cooking for the family, I would prefer to do it all. However, that's totally up to you. Maybe I'll tell her that I'm taking a cooking course and that I will cook for special occasions, or something like that."
Marc chuckled and said, "Yeah, that might work. Like I said, we have a cook because your sister couldn't and wouldn't have any part of it. We have a weekly maid service, too."
Michelle looked at her husband, and before she took another bite of her sandwich, said, "Now that's something we can do without. I can handle cleaning this place. I might get some help a couple of times a year for a deep cleaning, but the daily thing, I can handle that."
He finished his sandwich, took a generous sip of wine, stood up and said, "That's OK by me. I've got to get back to the office. There's a couple of patients we need to check in on this afternoon. I should be back around five or six. I have a few items I'd like you to accomplish today. One, The upper shelf of the entry closet has all our family photo albums and related info. Then the top album in the box, inside the front cover should have a list of computer files, mypictures and the like, where we keep quite a bit on the computer. Go through them all, you are Michelle, now. Look at it all through her eyes. Then make a list of questions for me and we'll discuss it when I get home. My mom's going to know immediately, so we'll haveta let her in on the whole thing. She doesn't have to know that we sold your sister into slavery, but anyway, you might have some questions she can answer for you. Second thing is, I want you to call the travel agency and make sure everything is in order. Especially the two nights in Budapest at the end of the trip. The only way Ed will give me the time off for this trip is if I visit one of his med-school professors. The guy is Hungarian, and retired to a suburb of the city. Apparently, he is still involved in medicine at their central hospital. Make sure the hotel is five star and can provide us with a reputable translator and guide." Marc dug the cash Wally had given him out of his pocket and counted out five thousand dollars. "Go to the airport and get Euros with this. I'll keep the remainder in my suitcase." Shoving the cash back into his pocket, he continued, "Call my sister and arrange dinner tomorrow or Friday. Those two are the only people that should hear the whole story. Lastly, my dear wife..." Michelle's eyes lit up. He continued, "I want you to call anywhere you want for dinner reservations like seven thirty, eight o'clock for you and I. Then, and then Mickie, I am going to bring you home into our bed.., and fuck your lights out." He ended with a big smile.
Michelle beamed, "Yes sir, your wishes are my commands. Consider them done. And, yes my husband I will certainly look forward to that event in our bed."
"And, yes my dear wife, somewhere down one of those European rivers, I will knock you up higher than a kite. Also, rest assured, we will have as much fun doing it as we did at that AMA convention." He paused, then said, "Ah, Michelle? I think that I was a bit greedy here. It would seem that I really wanted to have you both. However, it appears that I have always had you and never really had you sister."
"Yes, my darling Marcus. I think you are right about that. You had me the first time our eyes met. Poor herbie, I think he always knew that I loved you and that he was my second choice. I doubt that he will be surprised to find that the twins are yours, not his."
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The evening before Marc and Michelle were to board a plane to Amsterdam, Holland, they met Marc's sister, Sharon and her husband, Rob for dinner. After Rob had described their meeting with the lawyers and accountant over paying off their house, Sharon asked her brother, "So Marc, how did you feel seeing the former Michelle led off into slavery?"
"To tell you the truth, I feel like I just broke out of some kind of spell. But, other than that, as far as feelings for her and where she was going, not a damn thing, sis. What love I had for her evaporated when I watched her follow that guy Dexter's orders to a "T". We watched on a web cam as she came to the front door wearing only a dog collar and a leash. Unlocked the front door and turned off the alarm. As instructed by him, she had taken off all her jewelry, except her wedding rings. I guess their presence added to his feeling of conquest. They are the rings that are now on my authentic wife's finger." Michelle held up her left hand and the diamonds sparkled in the light from the candle on the table. Marc finished with, "No divorce, no lawyers, no scandal. She doesn't even need a new passport. Besides all that, from an anatomy stand point, mine most likely wouldn't fit in hers any longer, anyway."
They all chuckled in agreement with Marc's last statement. Michelle quipped, "As far as I'm concerned, it fits very well. And, the twin boys prove that it works the way it should." As the other three laughed, she ended with, "Well, I'm quite satisfied and very happy..."
When they had stopped laughing, Sharon ask Michelle, "How are you going to handle that group of doctor's wives that brought your sister into the environment that got her into so much trouble?"
Michelle smiled and replied, "Well, I won't be seeing them until we get back from Europe. By then, I should be pregnant and we will have the twins at home. So, I will just tell them that I can't drink alcohol, or stay out late at night. That I can work at their charities, but I can't go to dinner or clubbing with them. I might add that my husband found out that I was dancing very close with another man. That the only time I can go out dancing now is with my husband."
Marc said "Yeah, I think the cruise is a good way for Michelle and I to bond, completely. It will allow us to put the recent past into the rear view mirror. There is nothing we can do to change it, so we'll just leave it in there. I'm sure there is a lot more that could be said. But, Megan's gone and Michelle and I have a bright future ahead of us. I feel that everything has worked out quite well. We are all going to be living the way we are supposed to live... Happily ever after."
Rob lifted his drink in "toast" fashion, "For the four of us at this table here tonight, that's the way it appears to be unfolding..."
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