The flat looked pretty much the same as the other residents on the street. Aged in the special care all English tenement houses have acquired since the last world war. However I wasn't so much interested in the landscape, or the architecture as I was the young married Goddess who had at last answered the door.
"Mrs. Adams?" I inquired.
"Yes?" Her voice an early morning sultry crescendo in it's own right as she stood in the partially opened doorway in a simple linen robe, the sleep not quite gone from her enchanting blue eyes.
"Kym Adams?" This time I put an official tenor to my own voice, but gave her an appreciative look up and down that instinctively made her clutch her robe to see that it wasn't giving away the farm.
"Can I help you, Yank?" Her own tone of voice taking on a touch of concern now, as I was a complete stranger.
"Quite. I'm here to collect on your husband’s outstanding debt. May I come in?"
"What outstanding debt?" Anger slipping into her voice now along with just the right amount of fear. After all, here I was, an Afro American black man in a suit in an all white residential area in England, inquiring about some stupid unknown bill her husband had run up without telling her about it.
"We can discuss it out here in front of all your neighbors ... or ..." I continued.
"No please ..." Kym backed into the flat, holding the door open for me to get by, "do come in." Then after closing the door behind me. "What's this all about Mr., er ..."
"It's Master actually," I said putting down my briefcase on the edge of her coffee table as I took a seat on her couch, and after pulling out the forged ledgers I handed the copies to her to look over, "these are accounts to date. As you can see there is a gambling debt outstanding of over 10,000 pounds to a certain casino, and ..."
"Ten thousand pounds!" Kym gasped, and suddenly her body was trembling in shock, and holding the vouchers in her right hand sank down into the comfortable chair across from me.
Since she was no longer clutching her robe closed tight around her luscious curvy white flesh, the robe parted in front slightly to accommodate the movements of her sitting down. My left trousers leg suddenly began to get crowded as her blue silk teddy and matching panties were inadvertently flashed at me before she had a chance to readjust the outer robe. The silky smooth flesh of her left leg up to just past her knees was left exposed though as she read through the fake ledgers in total shock.
I watched with amusement as she checked the dates on each ledger, knowing full well that those dates were all on weekends when she was out with her girlfriends cruising the pubs, dressed in tarty cloths her own husband had insisted she wear on those occasions. The very husband, who it seemed now had been going to my casino those same nights and getting them indebt over their ears.
"I don't understand," Kym said at last, defeat already weighing down her slender shoulders, worry etched into her beautiful face, "how could you let my husband incur so high a debt without giving you any real collateral? I mean, other than our car, and the furniture you see around you we have nothing ... and I mean nothing we have is worth even close to what this debt amounts to."
"Well," I began, trying to look sheepish, and guilty both at the same time, "you see, he didn't put up your furniture, or even the car," and I handed her the photo her husband had given me, "he put his wife up as the sole collateral for all of his gambling debts up to ten thousand pounds," the sexy picture of Kym partially exposed, obviously taken by her husband either before, or after one of their love playing episodes, all the proof I really needed of my sincerity in this matter.
"You can't be serious?!" Her shock, and anger such, at this new revelation, that she'd completely forgotten about her robe as she jumped to her feet, and it was now open up the front to reveal those rippling heaving breast's erect nipples poking through the thin material of her silk blue nitey. It was also now obvious that she shaved, or at least trimmed her pubic hair for a bikini fit.
"Of course this is entirely up to you, my dear," I said, then leaned back into the couch cushions visually stripping her with my eyes now, "but the alternative will be extremely painful for your spouse, as well as totally crippling to your credit, not to mention the loss of anything you both have of any value at all sold to the highest bidder to pay off as much of this debt as possible."
"Do you mind if I confirm this with my husband over the phone?" She was at last calling what she thought had to be the greatest bluff of all time.
"By all means, Kym. Please do. I certainly would if I had been put in your situation."
Kym immediately reached for the phone, and started dialing. It took several minutes for her husband to pick it up at his end, and in that time she once again managed to get her robe cocooned around her voluptuous body. The only thing was, with the robe wrapped so tightly around her, every curve of her body became well established, and my eyes taped her in at a wonderful 5'5" tall, around 115 lbs. measuring 39D-24-35 of an eye popping figure. So engrossed was I in studying this married goddess, and her excellent charms that I missed most of the conversation between her and her hubby until just before she slammed the phone down in it's cradle.
"YOU BASTARD, SON OF A BITCH!"
Still fuming, she at last turned to me, "I should make that prick pay for this with his own hide."
"I see," I replied, then began to put everything back in my briefcase in preparation for leaving, "I'll put everything in motion then. Of course your husband will be late getting home from work today. That is if he's able to crawl back ..."
"Hold on," she stopped me putting her right hand on my left, "I said I should make him pay, not that I will .." I could see her mind working overtime frantically trying to cope with this monumental decision. She had only two choices now. Let her husband of five short months get turned into hamburger, and lose all of their possessions, or spread her legs wide, letting me, or more importantly her husband, in essence, turn her into a card carrying whore for a strange black man, or maybe even men for that matter.
"If I ..." Kym stumbled over her thoughts as she tried valiantly to overcome this unyielding situation that she'd been forced into, "if I agree to ... to pay ... pay off my husbands outstanding debt ... I mean ... exactly what ... what are we talking about here?"
And this time she allowed the robe to part, surrendering a much better view of her own free will than I'd had thus far. It was calculated to disarm me, of course, but I had other ideas entirely. I reached into my briefcase once again, and pulled out the contract signed by her husband, and handed it to her.
"This should explain everything," I said, and placed a pen down on her coffee table, "as you can see, on this copy, that's your husband's signature, with his initials on each page stating your responsibilities in this matter, should you agree to paying off his debt with your assets. Take a few minutes to read it over, and then if you agree to the conditions, just sign your own initials next to your husbands, and your full name over top of where his signature is on the last page. Then you can take off the robe after that, and we'll get started."
"I guess that's blunt enough," Kym responded, her face showing her distain as her body trembled for other reasons as she started to read the contract. Her face went through a metamorphosis of disgust, and revulsion, but her body language was giving off completely different signals altogether, the wet spot forming in the inverted triangle of her bikini underwear better than a lie detector in this situation. She gasped, and blushed several times, but never said a word while reading over the bogus contract. Only occasionally looking over the papers at me when she flipped a page to catch me staring lustfully down between her parted thighs, or ogling her heaving chest.
"It states here that you have complete control over my body, inclusive, but not limited to tattooing, or piercing ..." Kym stopped then, looking at me for clarification. Probably to see if there were any verbal loopholes she could use later.
"Yes, that's correct," I replied, "as my slave, I'm sure you can understand my wanting to establish that point on your flesh in my own way so that there'll be no doubt in your husband's or anyone else’s mind who exactly owns your ass ... assets, once you've agreed. Though currently, I haven't decided exactly the best course of action to follow."
"Isn't that painful?"
"Somewhat uncomfortable they tell me, yes. But I understand the pain to be more like bug bites, or bee stings than anything else."
"It also says here that you can loan me out. What does that mean?"
"Don't be coy, Kym," I replied, "you know exactly what it means. You don't seriously think that I would agree to this without there being a way to get some of my money back on the deal, did you?"
"So you intend to pimp me out?"
"Crude, but accurate enough. But only when I wish to, of course."
"If I sign this, I'm becoming your whore then."
"Yes," I replied, "but so much more as well."
"I have no choice?" And when I shook my head in the negative she sighed in resignation. "Give me the damn pen," and after signing, and initialing every page, handed the contract back to me, with one last word, "you might own my ass now, but I'll be damned if you'll make me enjoy it," then, as if suddenly remembering the last part of the contract, "Master."
"The point here Kym, is that 'I' will. Now get rid of that robe, and do a striptease for me. I want a good look at my property."
Reluctantly, Kym shrugged out of the robe letting it puddle to the floor as I reached over and turned on some tunes. Barry White came on, and I sat back to watch the show. Trembling, Kym reached up across her breasts with her right hand, and slid the strap off her left shoulder, then did the same with her left hand. In effect ending up with her arms crossed in front of her titties holding her nitey in place with the straps dangling on her arms.
It was more than evident to me that Kym was extremely turned on by the growing wet spot in her bikini crotch whether she wanted to be or not. Her face said; "Screw you," but her body language begged; "Fuck me."
She turned her back to me then, and slowly the silk blue nitey floated down around her body to settle on the carpet along side of her robe leaving her only in her panties now. Kym was being coy, but I would have none of it. I reached out, and ripped those panties off of her in one quick movement, leaving her naked from head to toe, and visibly shivering less than two feet from me now.
"Bend over bitch," I ordered her, "and back up a step."
Again she was reluctant, but she did as told moving at a snail's pace. Bent over, standing there naked in front of me holding onto her knees the woman took my breath away with her beauty. I didn't understand how her husband could be so foolish as to just give a piece of ass like this away, and to me at that, but I was definitely going to enjoy this, and I was going to make sure that Kym did as well.
Kym flinched when my black hands came in contact with her firm marbled white buttocks. She went back to trembling, and I could smell her heat as my black face closed in, my thumbs spreading her buttocks to better tongue her weeping pussy from behind. Her knees nearly gave out the moment my tongue sliced into her groove, and I licked my way from her clit to her sweaty ass crack. This time when she shivered I knew it was because she was having a mini orgasm, and I dove tongue first into her hot box.
"Oooooooooommmmmmmmmmm," Kym couldn't help but groan.
"Yeah, I knew you'd like that bitch," I commented, and dove back in.
My hands moving up and down the backs, and sides of her legs, ass, and hips caressing her flesh gently, but insistently, showing her by my actions that she belonged to me now. My tongue drilling in and out of her wet snatch soon had her ass wagging back at each thrust into her. My nose in the crack of her ass thrilled to the scent of freshly soaped skin, and nervous sweat combined. And though she in no way tasted like honey, her salty freshness was like escargot to my taste buds. I knew quite well that her husband hadn't had sex with her in the last three days as I'd instructed him not to just for this moment.
Her knees began to shake again as her body betrayed her, and she fast approached an earth shattering, orally stimulated orgasm. It was then that I introduced three fingers from my right hand into that tight slice of heaven, along with my thumb probing at her crinkled tiny sphincter as she came like a fountain.
"OOOoooooooooooooooooo Mmmmmmmmmmmsshhhit! Ooohhh ... Umm, uhn ... Yeah ... I'm cum ... ing!"
Her ass began humping back at my digits of her own accord then, and I looked to see her wonderful tits swaying as her face scrunched up in perverse pleasure at being made to enjoy what she had vowed so recently not to. Kym's pussy was extremely tight squeezing around my three long black fingers, pulsing, and melting both at the same time as I fucked them in and out of her, and tickled her butt hole with my thumb. I reached around then with my left hand, and tweaked her left nipple with my other thumb, and index finger making her tremble even more violently above the waist. It was like I was watching a goddess, descended from on high come down to earth to wallow in the perversity of humanity's basest sexuality, bowed down before me, and groveling in worship at my feet. The power rush going right to my prick as it filled with the blood pumping from my heart in excitement.
"Ooooooooohhh ... Uhn ... Ummmmm ... Oh ... fuck me ... please fuck me ... Master!"
I could have fucked her right then, but she needed more priming for what I had in store for her, and her stupid husband for the future. Oh she was close all right, but I wanted her total fealty, and too, I wanted to tease her to the point of insane adoration towards me as well. So I simply stopped my administrations then every time she came close to cuming again. And in this way the sexual tension inside of her built exponentially, as did her very reason for existence. Until finally her voice caught up with what her body demanded.
"Oooooooooo nnnnnnnnnoooooooooooo! Don't stop! Pleeeeeeeeeeease! Not again! Don't stop! Soooooooooooo close! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! DON'T STOP!!"
"Stop what my dear?" I inquired, taking my dripping fingers out of her snatch as I stood up and undid my pants, wanting to hear her beg for it. "That was just my fingers in your pussy. I thought you wanted me to fuck you?"
"Yes! Yes, fuck me! Please fuck me! I can't take much more! I need your cock! Your big black cock! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! Please Master ... please! Fuck meeeeeeeeeee! Fuck me Nigger!!"
"Are you sure? You know I most certainly won't be using a rubber if I do."
"I don't care if you knock me up! It would serve that bastard husband of mine right if you did! Just fuck ME! FUCK ME NOW!"
Kym's voice going from a whimper to a guttural growl of anticipation as the head of my big black dick came in contact with the quivering wet pink lips of her dribbling pussy. I could already feel the intense heat of her through my prick head at that first touch, and she shivered again as I grabbed hold of her flared white hips with my black hands in preparation of breaking her Soul Cherry.
"Okay slut, just don't forget, you begged for this," and with that last taunt I pulled back on her lush hips, and rammed every fucking inch of black meat I owned up that tight white slit of hers in one smooth stroke.
"Aarrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhh hhhhhhggggggg gggggg!"
It sounded like a high pitched cross between choking, and gargling as Kym's body suddenly came in what she later called her most excruciating climax of a lifetime. She came on just the fact that a Nigger's cock had entered her prim, and properly married cunt for the very first time in her life, and she kept on cuming every third in and out thrust there after, too. And throughout that first fuck I taunted, and dictated her future. Each reply like music to the beat of my balls thwacking up against her clitty on ever thrust.
"You're my married slut now, bitch!"
"Yes ... Master!"
"You like that big black Nigger dick stretching out your married white cunt, don't you?"
"Yessssssssss ... Master ... oh ... yesssssssssssssssssssssss!"
"I'll bet you've dreamed of this moment all of your life, haven't you?"
"Uhn, yes ... master!"
"Did you ever tell your husband?
"No ... Master!"
"But you will tomorrow?"
"Yessssssssssssssssss... Master!"
"In fact you'll tell him the truth, won't you? That you've been masturbating to a fantasy black lover since puberty, won't you?"
"Yessssssssssssss ... Master!"
"How you begged me to fuck you?"
"Yes ... Master!"
"How you begged me to fuck all of my black friends, too?"
"Yes ... Master ... oh yesssssssssssss!"
"Begged a fucking Nigger to knock your stupid married whit ass up with his Nigger baby?"
""Oh yeah, bitch, I know you will. You'll even tell him how I took your ass cherry with my nasty black cock after worshiping my prick with your slutty tongue, begging me to fuck your shitter, won't you?"
"Ooooooooooooooh cum ... ing! Can't stop cum ... ing! Yessssssssssss! Yes Master! Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! Yessssssssssssssssssss!!!"
"You're mine now?"
"Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!"
"You'll do whatever I demand?"
"Yesssssssssssssssssssss!"
"Fuck, or suck what ever cock I want you to?"
"Yesssssssssss!"
"Even a dog's?"
She hesitated, but just barely a moment before responding.
"Yesssssssssss! Even ... a fucking ... dog's cock ... Master! I don't care! What ever you want, I'll ... do it! I'm your whore now! Just ... please ... Master ... don't ... stop ... fucking ... meeeeeeeee! I need ... your cummmmmmmmm ... in ... me!!!"
"You want me to knock you up?"
"Yesssssssssssssssssssssss!!!"
I kept pumping my big black dick in and out of Kym's tight pussy for over an hour like that. With her cuming, and begging me for more before I at last dumped my wad of Nigger seed deep inside of her cunt with my cock right up against her cervix filling her womb first, then the rest of her pussy as well.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Master! Cum in my puuuuusssssssssssssyyyyyyy!"
And suddenly Kym went limp fainting in bliss, and if I hadn't been holding onto her hips so tightly she would have crumbled to the floor right then. But I had a much better idea, and since I was still hard, and she was unconscious, I simply pulled out of her pussy, then with my dick slick with our combined juices pushed it into her asshole as I slowly sat us back down on the couch. The weight of her body all that it took to make her butt hole slide down the full length of my black cock until she was sitting all the way down on my lap straddling my legs impaled on my prick. Her cunt emptying its contents staining the couch cushions under us. Even as tight as her bum is, relaxed as she was I just slid right in, and waited for her to revive, playing with her soaked pussy, and fondling her big firm tits the whole time.
Kym came to five minutes later only to find her booty stuffed with ten solid thick inches of throbbing black meat. And once she realized it, she almost lost it again. Her sphincter clamping down around my prick like a vise as her body reacted to this new humiliating invasion.
"Oh fuck! Your cock is in my ass! Your cock ... is in my ASS!"
"Easy Kym," I cooed into her left ear, holding her in place, "it's already in, and if you relax the cramping will stop as well. Just take a deep breath. That's it, now another one. See. You're already getting use to having all that cock up your arse, aren't you."
"Even my husband never committed this kind of outrage," she shot back, her voice again filled with sexual tension.
"I'm not your husband, bitch," I replied, with a snicker, caressing her clitty, "and besides, can you think of a better way of getting back at him for turning you into a whore, than by letting other men have what you refused to give him?"
"I, I see your point ... Master," and this time when she said Master it wasn't forced as she laid back into me there on the couch with my Nigger dick lodged firmly up her backside, and my hands roaming freely over her lush body.
"Mmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmm. I definitely do."
Kym was already turning over towards my side of this deal. Her husband almost forgotten in her headlong fall into my depths of depravity. I knew she hadn't been with a lot of men before getting married. And too, her husband of five months was no real stud in bed either, as he'd only been able to make her cum with his tongue, as she explained to me later when we were up in her marriage bed just before he returned home from work.
I took my time fucking her ass as this was her first time, but in the end Kym was bouncing up and down on my big black cock of her own free will, and loving it even more than when I shanked her pussy. Begging me to cream in her bottom like I had in her cunt, and afterwards even licking my shit stained dick clean of our co-mingled juices to show her appreciation. By 4pm, Kym truly did belong to me, body, and soul. And the man who stood in the entryway of their bedroom, starring in as we smoked our cigarettes with my cum draining out of every hole she owned was her husband in name only. But that's better left for the next installment of this tale I think.
As Always
I Am the
Dirt Man
Kym's Day of Reckoning
by Dirt Man©
Part II:
I think the best part of having a beautiful married white slut as my own personal property is the look on her husband's dumbfounded face when he finds her in his own marriage bed with me, leaking my slimy black seed from every hole she owns. Naked, and grinning through the smoke of an after sex cigarette, after 5 solid hours of fucking her that is, we were taking a break when Nile's showed up. He stood there in the doorway, a suit coat in hand, a pocket organizer in his shirt, and that Dexter dumb ass look of astonishment on his face with a tent in his trousers.
It had all been Niles idea to have me seduce his wife of five months with some bullshit gambling debt. We'd met over the internet, in an interracial chat room that catered to white wimps looking for the right black man to fuck their wives. We chatted some, exchanged pictures, me of me, and him of his wife Kym. She was an absolute knock out, if the pictures were really of her, so I asked him for his address, and did a little recon work. It was indeed the same white goddess as in the pictures Niles had sent me, and I immediately agreed to his plan to have me seduce Kym.
The only thing was, I changed the deal. Niles wanted a one-time contact, a single piece of ass, so to speak, getting him out of a bogus casino debt, as it were. I talked him into signing a bogus contract that gave me legal rights to his wife's flesh for as long as I wanted her. He whined, but eventually he did sign, and initial each and every page. When Kym saw the contract, and was faced with two choices, give in, or let her husband take a real beating, she gave in, and signed the same contract, and that's how I ended up in his bed with his wife's recently shaved pussy soaking in my cum, and sharing a cigarette.
"Well hello Niles," Kym's voice like a jagged edged knife when she spotted her husband, "so good of you to show up after giving me away to a strange black man. I hope you're satisfied with yourself, I know that for the first time since we got married, that I'm certainly satisfied," and she turned, rolling over on top of me giving me a full body French kiss as she rubbed her naked white flesh against my black skin right in front of her husband.
"Kym I..." Niles gasped, and I could see the mask of astonishment turn into that of jealousy, and humiliation.
"You sold me Niles," Kym spat at him, breaking from our kiss, "you turned me into a Nigger's whore! And you know what, Niles?"
"Ah ... um ... what?"
"I like being his whore," her voice stabbing him in the back better than any knife ever could, "but don't worry, I haven't forgotten your talents either, baby. Now get undressed! I want you naked when you clean me up with your tongue after he fucks me again, asshole!"
We both saw the tent in his trousers twitch at her scathing words, and commanding voice. But to be honest, I don't know why he followed her orders instead of just turning and walking away. I know I would have.
Even so, as Niles got undressed, Kym kissed her way down my flesh until she had my semi erect dick in her right hand, and my tennis ball sack in her left, then started kissing, licking, and sucking on my big black prick never taking her eyes off of Niles. It wasn't until her husband lowered his under shorts that she really got brutal.
"Well no wonder you could never satisfy me, Niles. Compared to this battleship," and she wagged my growing black snake at him, "that little thing between your legs is a dingy, and couldn't ever come close to pleasing a real woman like me."
I could see where Kym was going with this now. It was her intention that since Niles had turned her into my whore, my property as it were, that she had every right to turn Niles into her cuckolded, or sex slave/husband. To make her point even more clear, she placed my dick in between her mammoth mammaries allowing me to tit fuck her while at the same time licking, and sucking on the crown as my cock was just too big for even her cleavage to contain. Niles little wiener would have gotten lost in that vast valley of velveteen pleasure. And his head to toe blush of humiliation at our comparison pleased Kym to no end as was evident by her evil grin, and her next words.
"Well don't just stand there, wimp! Lick my bottom clean so that my master can have a fresh pussy, or ass to fuck again."
Niles moved like a robot, but in less than a minute he was down on his belly with his face stuck up his wife's rear end licking my splooge from her cunt, and arse like a starving dog. Laying there on his belly face down Niles looked more like a girl than a guy the way his hips flared out, and his belly tucked in, and save for those hairy legs of his, and the short hair on his head. I decided right then that I'd have Kym pursue the course she was on with him, and see just how far she could take him down with her. I'll give the man this, he really liked eating pussy, cream filled, or not.
"That's a good sissy wimp," Kym taunted, "get your tongue way up in there, and get all of that Nigger seed out of me if you don't want to see your wife knocked up with a black baby. Cause if I do get pregnant, you'll be the baby's nanny, fuck face."
"Please Kym ..."
"Please Mistress," Kym corrected him, "you don't deserve to call me by my real name anymore. And hurry it up back there! My black Master is getting horny again, and I want his big black prick stretching out my cunt so that you can see how a real man's cock pleases your wife."
And there it was. Kym had put Niles in his proper place, or at least the place she intended to keep him from now on. I gave her a wink of approval, and she damn near swallowed my dick down to the root in response. I'd seen this kinda shit happen before with other married white sluts who had found they had a real itch between their legs for big throbbing hard black meat like the one sliding through Kym's cleavage. But it still always amazes me when it happens. And even more amazing to me is the way their husbands respond so easily to being cuckolded by their recently turned slutty wives. Watching Niles as he licked his way up the crack of his wife's/my whore's solid white ass had my cock hard as steel with the power I now had over both of these people. But I'd allowed Kym just a taste of that power long enough.
"Okay bitch," I said, once again taking charge, "climb up, and sit on it. You still ain't paid off all of the interest on hubby's gambling debt, yet. And he needs to see just what the fuck he foolishly pissed away. Only the finest piece of white ass on the planet."
Kym was up, and crawling on top of me like a hungry tigress in a heartbeat. And just to make it that much more torturous for Nile, she stood up on the bed straddling me, and squatted down, guiding my throbbing hard black prick right up her bald white snatch with hubby's eyes glued to the action.
"Ooooooooommmmmmmmm ...yesssssssssssssssssssssssss! "I love your big black cock, Master. It stretches out my pusssssssssy sooooooo gooooooood!"
"Looks like you fucked up big time, Niles," I snickered as Kym's bottom settled at last on my short hairs. But she had no intention of just sitting there, and began to rise, and fall up and down the length of my cock as I reached up to play with her ripe white melons.
"I haven't decided yet which of her nipples I want pierced, they are so magnificent, aren't they Niles?" The dumb shit actually nodding at my indecent proposal. "But maybe I shouldn't mare their excellence, eh. I could always have her clit pierced with a gold ring instead, couldn't I. You know to show all my black friends that she's really mine from now on?" He nodded again, but more importantly, so did Kym this time as she picked up the pace bouncing up and down in my lap.
"Yeah, that'll work," I continued, "and maybe right here," I pointed just above, and to the left of her mound, "a little tattoo of two intertwined hearts with the legend across them that says: I Fuck Niggers! How's that sound to you, Niles?"
And I looked around his bouncing wife just in time to see his little prick squirting, shooting in an arch that fell just short of his wife's bouncing butt onto the bedspread between my legs. Kym seeing me look, glanced over her shoulder, and we both started to laugh at her husband's pitiful display behind her. He looked incredibly foolish, and blushed in shame at his condition. He hadn't even been jerking off, just the idea that I was going to do those things to his lovely wife had made him cum.
"Looks like Niles likes my ideas, too," I chuckled, "of course he'll have to pay for it. The guy I have in mind for the job has a real thang for guys dressed up in drag."
"That's your cue stupid," Kym laughed, "go shave your legs, and by the time we're finished here I want to see you in a pair of my panties! Now get! We don't need some perverted peeping Tom hanging around here with a lose fire cracker."
Niles moved like a man in a trance, his head hanging in shame as he followed his Mistress's/wife's command, and went to the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him. Kym trembled then atop of me as she rocketed into her next climax, and I twisted her nipples linking the pain in them with the tingling in her clitty as I had each time she'd cum previously this day.
"As for you, my dear," I cooed, "I want to go through your clothes so I can pick out something nice and slutty for you, and Niles to wear when we go to the combined tattoo/piercing salon tonight. Do you have a wig for Niles?"
"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssss ... master! He can wear the blond wig he bought for me to wear. It's long, and straight, and will hide the fact that he doesn’t have breasts."
I pulled her down to me by her nipples then, and holding her in my arms rolled us both over so that I was once again on top of her with every inch of my big black cock crammed up her married white cunt. I knew she loved being on top most, so it was my way of showing her who was still in charge here, and it allowed me to shove three fingers up her saliva slick butt for good measure, as I started leaving sucker bites on her luscious white titties. Kym came again right away, and she hadn't even finished her last orgasm yet, but I wanted to have her panting with a cunt full of my cum dribbling out with her legs spread wide when Niles returned.
Kym is a hot fucking bitch, and her arms and legs went up around my back to hold me as I pumped with long steady strokes in and out of her snug pussy. Her hips hunching up to meet every downward thrust of my cock, still cuming on every third plunge as she built to an even higher level of orgasmic bliss. Until, just as the bathroom door opened, and Niles stepped out with not only his legs, but his underarms shaved, I came filling Kym's pussy with my black seed for the second time in five hours. When Kym's clawing hands at last let go of my black flesh, I rolled off of her leaving her sweating, spread eagled, and streaming my discharge from her shaved gapping fuck hole.
I must admit, Niles looked cute in a pair of Kym's silky pink panties, down on his hands and knees, licking up my last cum dump from his wife's leaking well stretched out twat. And it finally struck me that this is what Niles had really wanted all along the moment he had contacted me, and my laughter became contagious as Kym started laughing at her sissy husband. Niles blush only confirming my thoughts that he ate up this humiliation shit like it were buttered popcorn. I could hardly wait to take these two over to the Blues Brothers Emporium for the next step in their training. But that part of this story is for another day.
As Always
I Am the
Dirt Man
Kym's Day of Reckoning
by Dirt Man©
Part III:
I took my time picking out Kym's wardrobe for our trip to the Blues Brothers Tattoo, and Piercing Emporium. In the end I vied for a turquoise green corset with garter straps to hold up a pair of light blue nylons instead of bra and panties, and garter belt leaving her tits and crotch exposed under her outer clothing. With that part decided, I went through her closet, and dresser before picking out a short black skirt, and an elastic wraparound top of shimmering silver and white material that tucked into her skirt, and only came to just above the nipples of her big titties. The skirt coming down to just below the tops of her nylons when she stood, and her elastic top leaving her shoulders bare, and accentuating her cleavage while allowing her erect nipples to poke out obscenely through the thin material. And with her makeup on a tad heavier than normal, Kym looked the perfect slut for her first outing with me in public.
Kym didn't take near as long picking out a wardrobe for her husband Niles, who she now addressed as Nelly at every turn. But in the end, with the long honey blond wig in place, Kym's careful application of makeup on Nelly's face, the addition of long fake painted nails, it was only a matter of putting Nelly into a garter belt, trashy fishnet stockings, a tight leather mini skirt, and a frilly white blouse. It actually took longer to pick out Nelly's shoes than anything else, and in the end Kym picked out an old pair of low heels that Nelly's feet barely fit into, while Kym put on a pair of black high-heeled fuck-me-pumps.
"Holy shit! I look ..." Nelly gasped at seeing herself in front of their full-length mirror.
"Like a beautiful slut?" Kym laughed as Niles blushed at her observation.
"Okay bitches," I butted in, "let's get your fine white asses moving out to my car. It's party time!"
I had taken the time while they were both showering to make several phone calls to friends, and the Blues Brothers Tattoo, and Piercing Emporium. So that by the time we arrived, parked, and walked inside, there were no less than five black men there. Three walking around the shop looking at all the various tattoos like any normal customers would, with Jake, and Harry standing around semi-bored behind the counter.
The moment we walked in all eyes snapped up, and latched onto Kym, and Nelly. They all knew I was bringing a married couple into the shop with the wife to be tattooed, and pierced, but at first sight of Nelly there was some confusion in all of their eyes save for Harry's. And his grin became wider with every step closer to the counter too. His eyes solely on Nelly the whole time.
"Good evening," Jake greeted us all, but his eyes stayed on Kym's chest, "how may we help you?"
"I'm here to have my property pierced, and tattooed," I explained, and lifted Kym's skirt up in front showing her naked crotch, "I was thinking of having her clit pierced with a gold ring, something like an engagement ring with a diamond in it, but not too gaudy. And here, above her mound to the right I was thinking maybe a couple of red hearts entwined together with a legend, something like; I Fuck Niggers, in blue ink over a white background right across the front of the hearts. Nothing pretentious mind you, but readable up close when it counts."
"If I might make a suggestion," Harry put in, and since he was the real artist of the two I turned to listen, "since it's obvious that you don't want to turn the landscape into a graffiti ridden park zone, why not forgo the permanent tattoo for now. We can sell you several different stick-ons that wash off within a week's time, or even make you some new ones so that you can put them were you want until you decide on how best to make your permanent mark on her flesh. In fact, with my new computer program, I can make a temporary tattoo to any specifications you wish, even the one you just described."
"That's an excellent idea, Harry," I replied, "lets do that, and while we are, Jake can do the piercing of her clit."
I picked out the ring then, a one-karat diamond inlaid solid 24kt gold thing that barely would have fit around my pinky finger. Niles already shifting his weight back and forth nervously from one stocking clad leg to another as we gathered a curious crowd of three black customers around us. His eyes popping out every time his wife's skirt was lifted up to expose her lily-white goodies to all those black faces in the shop. More so once Jake had Kym laid back in their barber shop chair, legs spread wide with her feet strapped up in the special custom made stirrups for this kind of work. There wasn't a man in the shop then that couldn't see up inside of Kym's moist pussy, and the only one that sight didn't give a hardon to was Harry.
The last thing I saw before Harry and I turned to go into the back room to work on his computer was Jake giving Kym's mound a topical anesthetic to dull that particularly sensitive area of her flesh. It took Harry all of five minutes to design what I wanted, with several variations on the same theme, and a few with his own ideas as well, and in ten minutes time after that he had a whole packet of temporary tattoos made up for me to take home.
Kym was still on display in the barber chair with her skirt pulled up, but now her mound had a new splash of gold added to it. The diamond inlaid jewel sparkled in the light laying between her pussy lips, and her clitty was engorged sticking up out of its protective hood after being pierced with the gold ring. The only other thing out of place was Jake's big black prick pumping in and out of Kym's ass while she sucked off one customer, and jerked off the other two as her husband stood to the side watching.
"Will that be cash, charge, or barter?" Harry asked, and with the last word looked directly at Niles.
Niles turned to see Harry looking him up and down like a Christmas Goose, and gulped in real fear when he heard my answer.
"Cash for the ring, of course, but I'm sure Nelly here will be more than glad to stick around and barter for these temporary tattoos that you personally designed for Kym. Won't you Nelly?"
"She most certainly will," Kym spat out the black dick in her mouth long enough to second the notion. "In fact, if you close up now we can take this orgy over to our flat," then looking to me, "Can't we Master?"
"No need to close up, slut," Jake put in, "we have plenty of room in the back to continue this."
"Great idea Jake," I agreed, then laughing, added, "You three grab the bitch, and haul her into the back, and Harry can drag his queen along behind us."
The look of horror on Niles painted face then was priceless. He was trapped in his own plan for turning Kym into a cock hungry slut with himself as part of the background looking on. That he had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams to become a part of his wife's fall into depravity was becoming more self-evident with every passing moment.
Each of the four using Kym helped to pick her up without disengaging their cocks from her in the process, and in a few moments they had her in the back, in the Blues Brothers living quarters on top of their kitchen table, once again doing the humpty bump. I've known a few married white women who have turned into cock hungry sluts in my time, but Kym had turned into the black cock hound bitch of the century by anyone’s standards, and in only one day at that. Even I wasn't unaffected by her natural predilection for fornicating with every big black cock in sight as my own unattended hardon proved. But I wasn't under her spell the way Niles was, and that's all that counted.
Jake suddenly stiffened, holding his prick deep within Kym's pussy as he dumped his load filling her womb with his black seed now too. Kym wriggled on the kitchen table in another orgasm as he did. Then when Jake pulled out, she took her mouth off of the other black prick fucking her face.
"Get your sissy wimp ass over here, and clean him up, Nelly!" She commanded Niles, pointing to Jake's slimy black prick. "And maybe while you're doing that Harry can take your cherry booty."
The look on Niles face was priceless, painted in shock, horror, and incredulity as well as shame, and revulsion at what his wife was ordering him to do. In the mean time there was a shift as Kym was pulled from the kitchen table down onto the tiled floor on top of the guy whose cock she had been jacking off with her left hand as he shoved his cock up her pussy. Then the guy whom she had been sucking off once again put his dick to her lips as the black cock from her right hand moved in behind her to fuck her in the ass.
"Do it, Niles," Kym said, just before gulping down that big black dick, "if you love me, do as I say."
You could see Nelly/Niles self torture and indecision suddenly turn into self determination and defeat both as with head hanging in shame the one person in the room who had set this all in motion, moved to do his wife's bidding. It was so strange how girlish his movements were as Niles/Nelly got down on his/her hands and knees in front of Jake, and after making another face parted those painted lips, and just then Jake shoved his dick right in.
"That's right bitch, choke!" Jake cried. "Clean that big black cock you faggot motherfucker!"
Niles flinched at each word, but did as he'd been instructed with vigor nonetheless. His tongue coming out to lick up the scuzz on Jake's hairy balls as well. In the mean time Harry got undressed, and moved in behind Niles, and hiked up his skirt, and ripped away those frilly pink panties.
"Hot damn!" Harry said. "Look at that tight white ass! Oh man! And a virgin booty, too! I gotta have me some of this!"
Niles began to shiver as Harry's left hand rested on his buttocks, his right hand holding his dick as he guided it right up against Niles' pooper. A more disgusting sight I couldn't imagine, which is why I joined the other three men fucking Kym. Now since there was no hole left unfilled at the moment I slapped my dick down in between Kym's titties, wrapping them around my cock, and fucked them instead.
Now it's true, a woman doesn't get much out of a guy fucking her tits, but Kym, with a big black dick in her mouth, cunt, and ass already, had more than her fair share of sexual stimulation to be sure. But with my black cock sliding along her white flesh on the outside, as I fondled her big titties was like icing on the cake so to speak. You see each of the cocks in her body would dump there load inside of her, but mine, mine was going to hose down her flesh with my black filth. And since she now considered herself as my married white slut, and I her black Master, and black pimp, I was sure she would see this night as her baptism into the pit of eternal Niggardliness. Kym only needed to complete one last challenge though before that would be true. Canine compatibility.
In and out, three black cocks fucked Kym's holes, and I fucked her valley. A rhythm of bodies in concert, an ocean of black crashing repeatedly against a small white island of incredibly soft feminine married flesh. Lost in a storm of her own passion Kym hurtled from one multiple orgasm after another tossed in a sea of hedonism that would have made a hooker blush.
Just as I'd figured Stony came in her ass five minutes later, then Pete up her cunt, and Hambone down her throat. Kym was still gargling her latest orgasm when I let fly my load all over the front of her face, neck, and breasts as well as some on her corset. Watching her rub my black seed into her flesh like a skin lotion I missed seeing Harry, and his brother discharging into Niles, which hardly bothered me at all. But Kym saw, and her grin of satisfaction at her husband's humiliation, and shame would have curdled Gin.
I sure didn't want to be in Niles's high heels, or his regular shoes for that matter after that night. But I'm sure Kym's next challenge would boost his self-image, at least for a short time. However that tale, and tail, is better left for telling in the next part of this story.
Kym's Day of Reckoning
by Dirt Man©
Part IV:
I gave Kym a call two days after her debut as my married white slut at the Blues Brothers Tattoo/Piercing Emporium. The moment she recognized my voice her own voice became very husky, and sultry.
"Hey bitch! How's it dripping?"
"Like a sieve ... master."
"Good. I've got something I need for you to do for me."
"Anything. You know that, Master."
"Great! One of the girls at my men's club is out of town on an emergency, and I need you to substitute there for her this weekend."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I'll send our tailor over to get your measurements, then he'll whip up a custom made club uniform for you to work in."
"Um ... what does she do?" Kym was actually panting now. "The girl whose place I'm taking, I mean."
"Oh, well, she's pretty much like you. Beautiful, and built like a brick shit house. She's married to some white wimp, but gets off with Niggers. In fact that's the whole point of this club. All the members are black business men, and all the hired help are gorgeous married white women who serve their every urge sexual, or otherwise."
"You mean if one of the members says to me; "Bend over," that I just bend over, and let them have at me in front of everybody?"
"Well, they might want you to suck their dicks instead, but yeah, you get the drift."
"I'll do it!" And I swear, it sounded like she was cuming when she said it. "Oh, and what about Nelly? Could you use her as well?"
Nelly was actually her husband Niles when he was dressed up in her underwear, and clothing. I gave it some thought, and decided what the hell. It wasn't like he would be the first sissy husband to work at the club.
"Okay. I'll have the tailor fix Nelly up too. You just make sure that bitch is wearing panties when she works so that everyone knows it's a man under those clothes."
"I will Master," her voice a giggling tune in itself.
The Shaka Zulu Men's Club isn't exactly one of those stodgy old well oiled Manners gilded in old imported wood trim, it's simply an old apartment house converted, and refurbished for our needs. The decor is strictly out of Africa, and the hostesses who work there are all converted married white sluts still married to their white wimp husbands, but who love being treated as sex objects by all black men.
The uniform of the day is simple, black satin bra with nipple cut outs and matching garter belt, sheer black seamed nylons, a black see through fishnet top that tucks into a black leather mini skirt that only comes half way down the hips, black leather stiletto high heels, and no panties. So you can understand why all of the 'Ladies' who work here are required to shave away their pubic thatch, as more than a few aren't really true blondes in every sense of the word. And since one size definitely doesn't fit all, each uniform has to be custom made as even brick shit houses do come in different sizes, shapes, and physical attributes.
I dropped Kym and Nelly off at the servant’s entrance in back, then parked my car before entering the front door to the club. I saw Ginny below right away, talking to Kym, and Nelly as she directed them to the locker room. Ginny's our housemother, and in charge of all the girls that work at the club. Probably because she's the tallest more than being the oldest, but at 28 years old at 5'7" weighing in at 120lbs, and measuring an aerobic 38-24-35 Ginny was also the only true red head in the entire bunch, and as bi natured as they come she has all of our girls eating out of her hands, and elsewhere for that matter.
Seeing that Ginny had everything under control with her two new charges I headed for the playroom to see if I could scare up a partner for some snooker before the evenings festivities started. The next time I saw Kym she was in her hostess outfit holding up a wall in the standard police frisk stance getting her pussy shagged as Nelly stood nearby holding a tray of drinks while watching his mistress pull a train for four of our older club members in a row.
The men never even got undressed, just pulled down their trousers zippers, and used Kym's pussy to slake their hunger for some fine white pussy just the same way they would use a urinal to take a leak, no more, and no less. Nelly's hardon poking out of those silky black panties was the most laughable, and obscene part of the whole thing. I saw Nelly/Niles clean up the mess afterwards, even licking up the puddle of slime off the floor before I headed for the bar to get my own drink, and find a place to sit for the upcoming show.
Ginny runs the bar, and had Kym, and Nelly ferrying drinks around the club. In this manner Kym was able to get a tour of the club, and in the process become the plaything for over 20 black men, that I saw, in every possible area of the club. In the time they arrived and right up to show time I saw Kym suck off at least seven different black cocks, get fucked in the ass by three others, and including the four men who fucked her pussy in the hall way six other Niggers took her one at a time in the bar when she was picking up drink orders. And that's only the ones I observed. Nelly told me later that Kym was also involved in a couple of three ways, one in the library, the other in the arcade, and an all out gang bang with eight members up in the attic where the art studio is.
You'd never know that Kym had turned into the club's all time favorite white slut queen though by the time she was introduced by Ginny in the bar, for her special exhibition with Archibald. Not a hair was out of place, or a drop of stray sperm tainted her flesh, or her club uniform thanks to Niles diligent tongue.
"Ladies," Ginny announced, "and I use that term lightly, and all of you gorgeous black gentlemen. Please give a round of applause for our newest, and perhaps hottest married white slut, Kym Adams. She's graciously volunteered her services this weekend to take the place of Sherry Williams, and thus Kym will also take Sherry's turn in entertaining us all with Sir Archibald tonight as well."
The round of applause was like rolling thunder rumbling through the bar as two burly members dressed in ancient leather garb that crisscrossed their muscular torsos, arms, and legs came out onto the stage carrying a padded bench with manacles attached to all four post legs. In a flash Kym was lifted up, and placed down on all fours trussed to the padded bench like a hog over a barbeque pit unable to hardly move.
It was then that Niles/Nelly came out on stage with a leash in hand. A leash that led a huge, all black, Great Dane we all knew simply as Sir Archibald. And his only job in our club was to initiate each new married white slut as a real bitch for our amusement. Something for which, until that very moment, Kym had never been made aware of when she'd accepted my proposal to take Sherry's place this weekend.
"Wha ..." Kym started, stopping mid word as the huge black dog came into sight, then; "You can't be serious?"
"Any bitch that would fuck a Nigger," Ginny spat, in practiced indifference, "sure as hell shouldn't mind putting out for a thoroughbred stud like Sir Archibald here, now should she?"
"But he's ... he's a ... he's a dog!"
"Why, so he is," Ginny giggled, and the rest of the room laughed along with her like distant thunder after a storm as Niles led the black Great Dane right up behind Kym, "go ahead Archie, see what your new bitch tastes like."
"Please! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease!" Kym whined, just before Ginny put a ball gag in her mouth.
"Hear that Archie?" Ginny continued as if Kym wasn't complaining at all. "She's begging for it already. I told you she was a hot one, didn't I? And she's all lubed up for you too, boy. She's already fucked, or sucked off close to thirty Niggers today. Yes, and you're just another Nigger, except you have four legs is all."
By this time Archibald had taken a few tentative licks at Kym's firm backside, or at least enough to decide that he liked the salty flavor of human pussy. His tongue quickly sliding in between Kym's puffy lower lips to enter her love canal to get at the source of that tasty sauce. It didn't take long for Kym to react to that talented tongue either as her body began to squirm, and she screamed around that ball gag in her mouth, but it only came out sounding like whimpering moans of pleasure to the audience. Then as Archibald continued I could plainly see that Kym's perspiring flesh was wriggling in a much different fashion, and the screams turned into real groans of delight.
Ginny saw it happen as well, and pulled the ball gag out of Kym's mouth to let everyone hear them better.
"Oooooooooohmmmmmmmmmm ... yessssssssssss ... goooooood ... doggyyyyyyyyy ... oooooooooooooooohhhh ... fuck yeah!"
It was then that Dale came out naked from behind the curtain. Dale is like a black Atlas, and a champion weightlifter who has the most outrageous cock you could ever imagine. The damn thing is as thick as the head of a baseball bat, and half as long. His balls while not as big as baseballs aren't that much smaller, so that when he cums it's like the Hoover Dam broke open.
As Niles/Nelly pulled Archibald back out of the way at Ginny's hand signal Dale moved in behind Kym, and nudged the head of his fat black log up against her slick wet pussy lips. Kym had no idea that it was Dale's cock at the entrance to her womb, but by then her body could have cared less.
"Oh yessssssssss, doggy! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeeeeee!"
Dale's grin at hearing that could have lit up New Jersey. Without other wise touching Kym, he simply thrust his hips forward then, and Kym's eyes went wide in total shock as the head of that fist like cock was shove into her cunt. Her vulva bulging out around that enormous appendage, to accommodate Dale's girth, looked like a balloon being poked to the limit just before popping as beads of sweat formed on Kym's face.
"Oh shit! Shit! Shit!" Kym cried out, shaking her head in wild gyrations at the unbelievable pain caused by the stretching out of her pussy like that so suddenly.
Dale gave her a moment to get used to his girth, then he slowly pushed several more inches in before easing out just a bit. He then pushed in again, only deeper this time, and setting up a fuck rhythm Dale kept forcing more, and more of his huge cock deep into Kym's fuck hole.
"Oh fuck! Sooooooooooo big! So fucking big!"
The quiet in the room was as that at a funeral as we all watched in awe. With a foot of cock up her cunt Kym had already taken more of Dale's cock than any other woman who served in the club, and there was still a good three inches of that cock hanging out of her twat. But at 13 inches Dales prick at last bottomed out.
"NO MORE! Pleeeeeeeeeeaaase! No more doggy! NO MORE!"
"That's enough!" Ginny barked.
Dale nodded in agreement, and began fucking with long in, and out thrusts, but no deeper than that 13 inches of his dick was shoved into Kym from that moment on. In no time Kym was babbling as her body charged from one titanic multiple orgasm after the next, yet reaching for that all consuming firestorm of an orgasm that lay in waiting at the end of eternity. Manacled as she was though, she could do little else, but from the glee plastered to Niles/Nelly's face, seeing his wife's pussy abused in this manner, it was obvious that this was his ultimate fantasy come to life. Dale's cock slick with Kym's lubrication was like watching a giant black greased up arm pumping a new oil well into virgin soil, and there wasn't a soft dick, black or white in the entire club at that moment.
In and out, out and back in again that horse sized black cock fucked Kym from behind. Ginny, seeing Kym was in a state of euphoria, unlocked all four manacles, and had the two burly men move the padded bench out from under her freeing Kym to rock back and forth on all fours to meet Dale's every thrust now. Kym's massive firm tits swaying, and bouncing on her chest to the rhythm of Dale's thrusts. Then Ginny took Archibald's leash, and instructed Nelly to get down under Kym inverted, and start licking at their connection while she returned the dog to the trainer waiting back stage.
In no time Niles scrambled under his wife, and began tonguing at Kym's crotch, and Dale's slick pumping shaft in and out of her. Kym barely saw her husband's tented panties right there in front of her face, but when she did, she managed to tug them down far enough to grab his dingy, and jerk it off, distaining to even give Niles a blow job now that he was her cuckold.
The three-way-fuck lasted another 15 minutes before Dale's cock blasted off deep inside of Kym's womb like a volcano. His lava spray sizzling the last strands of sanity Kym had, bull dozing her into heavenly bliss. Kym fainted from the waist up onto her spouse underneath, leaving her tight white ass hanging up in the air, her pussy stuffed full of Dale's big black spurting cock. And below her, lay Niles, painted face up, under his wife's leaking fertile cunt, with Dale's huge Nigger dick still hanging out of it filling her with black baby making seed.
With the show over, the other hostesses were let into the bar to take care of all the hardons in the room that hadn't been jerked off. With all attention off of the stage then, Dale pulled out of Kym's fuck hole, which in turned allowed Kym's warped pussy to evacuate right onto her husband's face all of the pent up seed from Dale's prick that had been bottled up in there. And when the house lights were turned back up Niles face, neck, and wig were glazed in slimy sperm with Niles coughing, and swallowing what he could just to breath.
"Give me another scotch," I said when Ginny again started serving drinks.
"You gonna get drunk, or just sociable before your flight back to America?" Ginny inquired.
"Just sociable."
"Good, cause I need to talk to you later about Kym, and Niles. I think she'd make a great permanent hostess here. At least until she starts showing, and Niles, or Nelly if you prefer, would make a great addition to the ladies powder room as a living bidet on nights and weekends."
"No problem Ginny," I said, "they're all yours. I'll arrange it before I leave for Heathrow tomorrow. I've done my part for the cause, they're your used goods now. Besides, it'll take a while for Kym's pussy to shrink up enough after taking on Dale, and I can always come back here and have her then, or after she delivers her black baby, or babies, for that matter."
As Always
I Am the
Dirt Man
