Stranger Corrupts Husband

STRANGER CORRUPTS HUSBAND by Ernest Lowe

Synopsis

A husband encounters a male stranger who revolutionizes his sexual desire and causes a ripple effect of lust, submission and mind control that eventually corrupts the husband's wife and even their female pastor and her husband.

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By the time what I'm about to tell you happened, I'd been married to my wife Carol for 15 years. We had four children, two girls in high school, and two boys elementary school. Both of us worked full-time, and we had life's typical stresses, but our marriage was very strong. I know for a fact that Carol would've agreed with me that we had a mutually thoughtful, respectful and affectionate relationship. And our sex life was nothing short of amazing, still going strong after so many years. Carol had a huge sex drive, and so did I, so we regularly took any opportunity to have sex, even if all we could manage was a quickie in the car while the kids did their homework or were at sports practice or whatever.

Just about everything else in our life together was going well: the jobs (Carol was a lawyer partnered in a high-profile law firm, and I was the owner of successful printing business), the incomes, the family fellowship, our church involvement, our plans for the future for ourselves and our growing children. It's cliché to say so, but life was great. Also, I finally made up my mind to revive an old hobby of mine and try to make it into either a paying side career, if not my primary way of breadwinning: painting. Not painting houses and walls, but creative painting, painting landscapes, portraits, still lifes, even Impressionistic stuff. Carol was so understanding of my desire to let my talents flourish beyond a corporate office, and she let me go off in search of inspirations, giving me entire weekend days to work on my art.

Of course, family was my number-one priority. We made sure to spend lots of time together and to plan regular activities and vacations to keep us enriched. One Saturday my wife suggested that we all go up to Goat Wood, a state park that she used to frequent in her childhood. "It's out of the way, scenic and peaceful," she said. "And there's much for the kids to do." Excited about a new place to try, I agreed. We packed up the car and traveled to the remote, pastoral park, enjoying the winding and narrow one-way roads and vast expanses of forest on the way up. After a rather long trip, everyone scurried out of the car to run to the dilapidated bathroom structure far off to the side of a beautiful rolling field, a picnic area, a parking lot and a huge playground. The building stood out in the woods because of how shoddy, dirty and ominous it looked in comparison with everything else.

"This is like something out of Friday the 13th!" I laughed, as the kids and I approached the place.

"Don't even joke about that!" Carol half-scolded. She hated horror movies. Especially ones with slashers. "It's just old."

"I hope they have toilets and not holes in the ground," muttered our cynical son, Ted.

"We're roughing it," I said. "Just pee and let's all go have some fun."

My sons and I entered the men's door and found ourselves at the end of a long, narrow interior lined with disgusting urinals and broken-down toilet stalls on the right side. On the left side was a rusty, sagging sink and a useless soap dispenser. The place reeked of rotting shit, mildew and maybe squirrel and bird carcasses in the rafters.

"Ew!" my other son, Fred, complained. "Gross!"

"And spooky!" Ted added.

Ted was right. I got a chill from how creepy the place was. Like a haunted house. My sons claimed the urinals, so I was stuck having to use one of the horrible stalls. I chose the one without walls and a door at the very end, which also was the very end of the structure. As I peed, I thought about how vulnerable and trapped one would be if caught alone by some maniac who entered. There'd be nowhere to run. There weren't even windows to show proof that there was an outside world, a sun. I hurried up and corralled the boys back outside, eager to get away from that disturbing bathroom.

"Well, how was it?" I asked my wife grimly.

She rolled her eyes. "Paradise."

We laughed together and kissed. I grabbed her ass. "Behave!" she scolded. Then she winked and said under her breath: "Maybe we can sneak away for a quickie later. If you behave."

"Oh, I'll behave alright!" I said, kissing her again.

"Come on, Mom and Dad!" Lacy, the younger daughter called, pointing to the tire swings.

"Last one to the swings has to clean those bathrooms!" my other daughter, Grace, laughed, running. Of course, the boys beat them both to the swings. Carol bounded after them, looking back and me and grinning. She was so beautiful. I was mad for her.

Later we broke for a picnic lunch on a blanket in the sunny field. As we sat munching food and swigging iced tea, I admired the open sky, feeling inspired to paint the scene. "I could paint this," I said to nobody in particular.

My wife held my hand. "You should, Davis. Come up here tomorrow, by yourself. No distractions. Paint all day. I'll take kid duty."

I looked at her with deep affection. "You're the best, babe."

"No, you are," she said. "Now give me your pickle."

I let her take the last dill pickle from the plate. It was only fair.

"So, spawn of mine," I said to the children, "how is school going for all of you?"

"Sucks," Ted growled.

"Cool," said Fred.

"My friend Shirley just came out," said Grace matter-of-factly.

"Came out?" Carol asked.

"Oh, Mom, you're slow," Lacy laughed.

"Came out," said Grace. "She's gay, Mom. A lesbian. She likes girls."

"Licks girls, you mean," giggled Ted.

"Ted!" I scolded. "Don't start."

"Why are you bringing this up, Grace?" Carol asked, annoyed.

"I don't know. You asked about school. That's the big school buzz."

"Is it a sin to be gay, Mom?" asked Lacy.

"Yeah, is it?" asked Fred.

My wife looked to me for help, but I grinned and shrugged. "I just wouldn't want any of you to be gay, let's put it that way," she told them.

"Why not?" asked Lacy.

"Just because."

"Have you ever been gay, Dad?" Fred bluntly asked me.

Caught off guard, I stammered: "I...well...I...no, of course not. I like women. One woman, that is. Your mother."

"You don't think anyone else is pretty, Dad?" teased Grace.

"I gotta hear this!" Carol laughed.

I winked at my wife and said, "I have eyes only for your mother. She's the prettiest thing on Earth. Plus, we're married, and that means that we are exclusive to just each other."

"What about you, Mom?" asked Ted.

"I have zero interest in women, Ted. No attraction. I'm not a lesbian. Case closed."

Ted circled the blanket and inquired further. "Can someone become gay? Would Pastor Tara know? In church last Sunday she said that we should accept and love gay people, but that non-heterosexual sex is a sin against the nature God created."

"Don't bother her about such stuff" I said. "You're either gay or you're not. It's not a think you learn or adopt. And Pastor Tara doesn't need to be bothered about such things, Ted. She's busy with her church duties."

"You sure?"

"Fred, think of the difference between that disgusting, spooky bathroom over there and our spotless clean one at home. That's how far apart women's and men's attractiveness is for me. I can't judge anyone else, but I could never want to be with a man. Let's pick a different topic."

After some silence Ted spoke up and said, "That big ape Johnny Torles has been picking on me again."

"I hate that guy!" Fred spat.

Carol rubbed Ted's back. "Did you tell a teacher this time, honey?"

"No. That makes him worse..."

I stood up and swatted at a fly. "Don't take his crap, son. Never let someone bully you. Stand up for yourself and don't be used by some idiot. Okay?"

Ted nodded with shame. "Okay, Dad."

"Dad!" Fred yelled, pointing toward the woods behind the playground. "Somebody's over there, watching us! A weird guy! I saw him!"

We all looked over at the same time. I couldn't see anyone. "Is he there now, Fred?"

Fred scanned the dense trees. "Uh, no. But he was just there. Big black guy. Standing and staring at us."

"Let's get out of here, Dad!" said Grace. "What if he's a killer or something?"

"Well, we're not sure who or what Fred saw," I said calmly, glancing at Carol, who pretended not to be worried. "Finish your lunch. All's fine."

Everyone resumed eating in silence. I pretended to look at the scenery, but I actually was keeping watch, just in case my son saw what he thought he saw. Just in case there was a potential maniac or killer out there, stalking us.

That night, after the kids had gone to bed, Carol crawled toward me on the bed, licking her lips. "I'm hungry for my hubby's big dick," she teased.

"Oh, really?" I asked, playing along, letting my erection stick out of my boxer shorts.

She gripped my shaft and licked the tip. "The best dick in the world." Then she gave me her usually amazing head. Fuck, what a woman. What a wife.

The next day I packed up my art supplies and drove up to Goat Wood, this time on my own, without distractions. I parked at the same area and set up my easel and canvas at the edge of the field so that I could take in the wide horizon and blue sky opposite the thick woods. When I sat in my chair to test out my view, I suddenly remembered what Fred had seen the day before, and I became slightly concerned that my back would be to the woods where a strange man might've been lurking. I snapped my head around and scanned the trees. Nobody there. I shook off the worry.

Just when I was about to start sketching on the canvas, I felt the need to take a shit. "Figures," I muttered aloud. Sharp pains shot through my bowels, so I ran to the men's bathroom. As if returning to familiar territory, I bee-lined for the last stall in the row, the open one at the very opposite end of the narrow room. I pulled down my shorts and underwear, squatted over the toilet bowl and squeezed out a few long shit snakes, gasping with relief. The place stunk instantly – with a fresh reek, that is. Several more smaller pieces of shit plopped into the rancid water, causing appalling echoes up and down the corridor.

I thought I heard something at the far end of the room, near the entrance, but the walls of the other stalls blocked my view. I crouched there, holding my breath, my bare ass hovering over a shit-filled toilet, my legs straining to maintain balance. Maybe I'd just heard the echo of my own movements.

Then I heard it again: a sound like shoes on gravely cement. Near the entrance. Instantly I thought of how trapped I would be if some nut decided to come in and walk to the stall I was in – with me in mid-shit, no less. I didn't know whether to wipe and dress as quickly as possible or to wait until whoever it was did his business and left.

Just as I was about to reach for some toilet paper, I heard someone walking quickly down the corridor, approaching my end stall. I had no time to think, let alone cover myself up and get ready to defend myself if necessary. Was this the man who my son had spotted the day before? I looked up as a tall, tough-looking black man stopped right in front of me, filling the space so that there was no way past him. Humiliation washed over me as I was frozen in that lowly squatting position, the stink of my own shit wafting up from the toilet and my unwiped ass.

The man, who looked like he weight-trained regularly, steered his eyes downward, and I followed his line of sight to my dangling penis and scrotum. They looked so small and weak, and I felt so ashamed and helpless. "Uh, can I...help you?" I managed to ask cautiously. I covered up my privates with my hands, forgetting to get out of the crouched stance.

The man showed teeth through his nappy beard. "Look who's back!" he mocked. "It's Daddy!"

"Excuse me?" I began to straighten up but the man shot out a strong arm and pushed me back down.

"You're the whitebread suburban family guy from yesterday," the stranger said, frowning. "That spoiled-brat family. I knew I recognized that car."

This was the man Fred had seen spying on us! Dread shot through me, and I tried to think of a way out of this dangerous situation. "Listen, I..." I thought back to advising my son to defend himself in bully situations, and here I was, pleading and inept with fear. Then I felt the man swatting at my hands that were covering my genitals. Still shielding my penis and balls, I asked, "What do you want?"

"Move your hands," he growled. His breath smelled like whiskey. Little streams of sweat trickled down his shiny dark face. The knife stopped moving. "Let me see that little white dick."

Reluctantly, I took my hands away, exposing my private parts to that hulking stranger. I felt feminine and puny, afraid of what he wanted to do to me – with or without that big knife. His free hand cupped my shrunken balls and his thumb clamped down over the top of my limp and pitiful cock. Then he applied more and more pressure, making a fist, smashing my cock into my sack, squeezing the sack so that my testicles hurt. I moaned out loud, scared and ashamed but there was nothing I could do.

"Little tame dick!" the man roared. "Little white mouse! Little Daddy dick!" His fist crushed my cock and balls, and my breathing was loud and fast, echoing throughout the room. The man's other hand tightened around my genitals. Both fists squeezed them mercilessly. I teetered on my tip toes, trying not to fall over, my bare asscheeks shaking and the man's fire-hot hands dominating my penis and scrotum. Between some strikes he batted at my cock and balls with his fist while growling "little white mouse" and "Daddy dick!"

Much to my surprise, the pain subsided, and I felt a different sensation. Was it pleasure? Waves of tingly excitement shot through my crotch and up to my head. I felt dizzy and disoriented. Maybe it was all the blood trapped in my enslaved privates. It couldn't be sexual pleasure, could it? I'd never felt something like that with a man in my entire life! I was happily married! I had kids! Just yesterday I assured my kids that I was attracted only to their mother! What the hell was happening? What kind of man was this? Did he have special powers?

I couldn't deny that I was turned on by bring controlled in this way anymore when I realized that my cock was getting hard within the stranger's mighty grip. My balls had relaxed and were beefier in his hands, and my cockhead poked out from between his big fingers. I looked down and marveled at the contrast between his dark-brown hands and my lily-white penis and pinkish balls. The man pulled at my pubic hair violently with one hand, and I howled in pain and pleasure. "OH...FUCK...FUCK!" I heard myself gasp. My legs were so weak that I started to crumple to the floor. The huge man broke my fall and hefted me up in his massive arms, my legs straddling his torso and my asscheeks cupped in his gargantuan hands. I felt like a woman in his grasp, a woman about to get fucked by her man. My shitty anus gaped, and my suddenly free cock and balls rubbed against the stranger's rock-hard abdomen.

My head fell back and my neck jutted upward as I opened my mouth and panted loudly. Everything was spinning. It was like a dream, unreal, out of my control completely. I could hardly even remember my name, let alone put together a coherent assessment of the situation. Somehow this beastly man had totally overwhelmed my will, and I was malleable raw material in his hands! I found myself wanting him to crush my genitals again, to lord his power over me, to enslave me. I opened my eyes and looked down, seeing that I was instinctively jacking myself off against his belly. I wanted to tear his shirt off and lick his pectorals, his belly button, his thick, rough pubic hair. What the hell was happening to me?

The mighty hands that clenched my asscheeks squeezed hard, and his fingertips grazed my asshole. "OH MY GOD!" I groaned. "HOLY SHIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME???"

The black Hercules pointed to my penis and asked sternly: "What is that thing, slut?"

"A little white mouse," I whimpered, feeling every ounce of my will drain away. "A Daddy dick..."

He smacked my cockhead, stinging it greatly. I howled. "It's MINE, white boy!"

My eyes fluttered and my head felt like a balloon. Every nerve in my body seemed charged up. It felt so fucking good to surrender to the man, nod frantically, saying "It's yours, yours, my little white mouse is yours" again and again while he spanked my cock and balls with one hand and dug into the sensitive flesh of my asscheeks with the other hand. I tried my best to regain composure. "Please," I gasped. "We need to stop this..."

"What did you just say?"

"Stop...please...I have a family...a wife...kids...please..." I tried to squirm out of his hold.

"Shut the fuck up, white boy!" the stranger rasped, dropping me to the floor without warning. I lay there, stunned, panting wildly, confused. Fear was creeping back into my mind.

"Your wife and kids don't exist in here, slut!" he bellowed. "When I'm around, nothing exists but me! Got it?"

I shook my head, trying to sharpen my thoughts. He knelt down and yanked my penis and scrotum backward between my thighs so that they were stretched against my asscrack. I was totally at his mercy, which he didn't have.

"You have no wife and kids right now!" he growled. "Say it!"

To appease him, I obeyed. "I have no wife and kids right now..." It actually felt heavenly to say that horrible thing. What did he plan to do now? He reached down, pulled me partway up and flipped me around so that I faced the grimy wall of the open stall. I saw my shit floating in the toilet water below, and I remembered my soiled ass.

"Bend over, slut."

"But I'm dirty..."

"BEND OVER, SLUT!" He pushed down on the back of my head, and I obeyed at once. What the hell was I doing? What about Carol? What about my kids? How could I have let this go so far? I waited, my ass open in front of him, my balls hanging and my hard cock raging and blue.

WACK! He swatted my ass with his open hand. WACK! Again! "AUGH!" I cried. "OH FUCK!"

Again and again he spanked me without mercy, until my asscheeks were burning and almost numb. My knees buckled, and I had to hold onto the wall in front of me to keep my balance. He hit me with such force that his hand spread my asscheeks and stung my sphincter. I couldn't believe that this was happening.

"Turn around, white boy," he ordered.

My obedience was now instant and natural. I was his. He had brainwashed me somehow. I wasn't afraid or hesitant anymore. He could do whatever he wanted now. I didn't care. I loved the feeling of being under control, of being a piece of meat to play with and abuse. Where were these feelings coming from? What had happened to the straight married man I'd been only minutes ago?

He held out the hand that had spanked me and said, "Clean it. With your tongue."

I nodded, masturbating my cock furiously now. I licked all over his huge hand and tasted my ass sweat and shit. This was going to make me cum. The thought of me cumming in front a man I didn't even know thrilled me beyond belief. I wanted him to see me at that most vulnerable and intimate point: the quivering slave he caused to have an orgasm. The taste of my shit on his hand took me over the edge, and I thought to myself: I'm gone now. There's no turning back from this. I'm his!

My eyelids stopped fluttering when he pulled away his hand, and I saw that he had pulled his cock out of his pants. It was unbelievably massive: thick, veiny, dark brown and shiny. The head had a purplish tint to it, and it seemed engorged with power. I fell to my knees before his godly cock, looked up at his cruel eyes and pleaded as cum shot out of my cock: "Who are you? Who are you? What have you done to me?" Then I collapsed in a fetal position, weeping and horrified by my behavior, my weakness and sinfulness. Despite my shame, I wanted to touch that black monster, worship its huge head. Why? How?

The stranger grabbed my hair and yanked up my head. "Give me the key to your house."

"What?"

He smacked my face and repeated: "The key to your house."

My shorts had fallen off my legs completely, so I reached for them and fished out my keys. Then I removed the house key from the ring. What the fuck was I doing? Was I really giving this psychopath stranger access to my home, my family? I handed him the key.

"You won't hurt...my..." I couldn't even talk anymore.

"Your wife and kids?" he grunted. "Fuck no. That's not what I do. That I promise you."

For some reason, I believed him. I was losing my mind.

"I can come and go as I please," he said sternly, letting go of my hair.

"You can come and go as you please," I droned, feeling nauseous.

"Now write down your address." He handed me a pen and a folded receipt.

I scribbled my home address on the paper and returned it, like a robot.

"Good," he said, grinning. "I'll visit you soon. Your house is mine now. What is it?"

"My house is yours now," I heard myself reply. Cum oozed from my twitching penis. My balls were droopy and tired.

"Get up."

I struggled to my feet and avoided his eyes.

He grabbed my chin and forced me to face him. "I want you to fuck your pretty wife two nights from now, just before 11 o'clock. But at 11 on the dot, I want you to be ready for a surprise. I have something you'll like. Understand me?"

I nodded in a daze, still in shock at what I'd done. "Yes..." How could I face my wife again? Carol!

"I want your naked white ass hanging off your side of the bed and ready for my surprise," the stranger commanded.

"Yes..."

The man put that beautiful black cock back into his pants and zipped up. Then he turned to leave. "Be ready for me, slut," he said without looking back. "Two days." Then he was gone.

"You didn't even do a sketch?" my wife asked when I returned home an hour or so later.

"Wasn't inspired," I mumbled. "I need to get a shower."

Carol squinted at me. "You're acting weird, Davis. What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" I tried to keep my myself from blushing as I walked past her. "Just frustrated. I had big plans and ended up wasting the day."

She rubbed my back. "Don't beat yourself up, hon. You'll find inspiration next time." Carol caressed my crotch through my shorts. My balls still hurt from the stranger's abuse not too long ago. I forced myself not to pull away.

"Not now, Carol," I said. "I'm really, really beat. And I need a shower. How about on Tuesday night, after the kids are in bed? I'm not working late that evening."

My wife pinched my sore ass and said, "Sounds good to me, stud."

Settling back into the evening routine with the family gave me acute perspective on what happened and what I had to do. What happened in that filthy bathroom hours before seemed so far away and unreal. At one point I retreated to the back porch to weep, horrified by my irresponsibility and betrayal. How had this happened? What had I become? I could solve this, erase it. I'd change the lock on the front door first thing in the morning, and if I caught that man on my property I'd call the police. But then he might tell them what we did! My mind was in knots.

Carol and I got ready for bed, and I tried to lose myself in a book for a while. But my thoughts kept returning to the incident – and him. I didn't even know his name. I wasn't even attracted to men, but he'd somehow turned me on, turned me into putty, conquered my loyalty to my beloved wife in a matter of minutes! How? Nothing about him excited me now. In fact, I felt sick at the memory of him: those bizarre muscles, his body odor, his boozy breath and scruffy face. I resolved to nip this in the bud and never think of it again, cherish my family and go on as before.

However, two hours later, around midnight, as Carol snored on the other side of the bed, I tossed and turned, my mind awhirl with conflicted thoughts and desires. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the stranger: his huge cock and balls, his mocking grin, his powerful hands taming me. I realized that I had a rock-hard erection, right there next to my wife in our bed! I slipped out of bed and crept downstairs to the dark living room. I had to control myself. But how?

I slumped down in a chair and closed my eyes, praying for salvation. But a few minutes later my imagination drifted back to the mighty stranger and his mastery of my weak body. My hand slid into my pajama pants and touched my hard-on, and soon I was masturbating furiously while mentally reliving the ordeal I'd had in that haunted bathroom. I felt hopeless, lost. The thought of my wife up in bed shamed me for a split second, but then I felt an orgasm mounting, and I chose to picture the stranger's fists crushing my "little white mouse," panting loud and rapidly in the dark living room.

By chance I looked over at the coffee table and saw that one of Carol's magazines was open to an ad featuring a black male bodybuilder. What were the chances of that? I stopped stroking my cock. Then I wondered if this was no accident but was a sign instead: what if the stranger had already used the house key and snuck in while we were all upstairs? Or what if he was lurking somewhere in the house right then? I was both frightened and thrilled by the possibility. Where would he hide? Was he watching me? Was he in my bedroom, watching my wife? What couldn't this man do? Had he left that ad open to tease me, prove to me that he could enter the house whenever he wished? My cock twitched at the thought.

"Davis?" It was Carol! She shuffled from the stairs to the living room. "What are you doing sitting down here in the dark?" She flopped down on the couch near where I was sitting. My eyes darted to the open magazine.

My wife squinted and giggled. "Are you...beating off?" She'd seen my hard cock.

I didn't know how to answer her. "Uh...yeah...I thought maybe...it'd help me fall asleep..."

She slid onto her knees and shimmied to the chair, taking my cock in her soft hand. "Why didn't you just wake me up and ask me to help?" she breathed, flicking her tongue all over my cockhead.

I wanted to just lie back and let her service me, get lost in the pleasure and forget the dirty thoughts and memories of that horrible beast who'd imprisoned me in that disgusting bathroom. This was where I belonged, who I belonged to. This was my best friend, my lover, my perfect wife! How dare that man threaten me! I had been under duress. Otherwise, I'd never have submitted to him.

"Squeeze my balls," I breathed.

"Huhmrph?"

"With your other hand. Crush my balls. Please!"

My wife tightened her hand around my balls, but the pressure was too weak. I could tell that she thought she was doing it hard. It just wasn't the same as the stranger's grip. I looked over at the magazine ad and pretended the man in the ad was the stranger. I wanted him to obliterate my scrotum with that huge hand. My wife blew me to orgasm, and as I shot a load into her hot mouth she squeezed my balls as hard as she could. And I found myself hoping that he was hiding nearby, watching me cum, seeing and hearing me moan. This is his house now, I thought. I'm no longer the man of this house.

Things seemed much different in the light of the new day. Shocked and disgusted at myself, I decided to counteract what I had foolishly allowed to happen. First, I had to make it clear to the stranger that he was forbidden to enter my home and that he had to return my key, or I'd contact police. But how would I find him? I knew nothing about him: where he lived, even his name. Carol and the kids came downstairs, and I made everyone breakfast.

"You make the best bacon, Dad!" Lacy cheered.

"Hey, what about me?" Carol laughed.

"Your bacon's the best, hon," I joked, grabbing her plump butt.

"So's yours," she replied, winking at me.

"You guys are gross!" Grace cried, gathering up her stuff for school. "See everyone later!"

"Take care, Gracie!" I called after her. "Love you!"

"Love you, Dad!"

I turned to the other kids. "Gobble that up. Nobody'd better miss their bus."

"Lord forbid!" said Ted, rolling his eyes and smiling.

My family was the greatest. I couldn't believe what I had done behind their backs. After everyone was gone, I called off work and drove all the way up to Goat Wood in hopes of finding the stranger there so that I could tell him to fuck off. This was my life and family he was messing with! Time to shut that psycho down!

I parked and wandered around, keeping an eye on the woods at all times. Then I realized that I'd avoided the broken-down bathroom, so I forced myself to walk over there. What if he was waiting inside? What if he had his hunting knife ready and was going to kill me? I looked up at the sky through the trees and wondered if this was my last look at it.

Then my worry changed to curiosity, and my curiosity changed to excitement. I pictured the stranger grappling me as soon as I entered the bathroom, holding that long knife to my throat and forcing his cock into my mouth. The thought of him violating me and punishing me for even thinking of defying him caused my penis to harden. No! I had to end this right now! I barged into the bathroom. Then I checked every toilet stall. Nobody. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't disappointed. My penis softened. I lingered at the end stall where I'd first encountered the stranger. My shit still floated in the toilet bowl, dissipated and decaying. Maybe if I waited there he'd eventually arrive and overpower me again. My cock started to harden again.

After about a half hour I left the bathroom and walked to the field. Now what? Then I had a great idea: why not paint? My supplies were still in the car. Suddenly elated, I ran to the car and gathered my art stuff. Then I set up at the edge of the field again, with my back to the spooky woods. Within minutes I was sketching away, preparing what was sure to be an excellent first painting of the place.

When it came time to start painting, I arranged the colors on the palette, dipped my brush into some blue and ceremoniously made the first stroke on the canvas – then BAM! Something knocked me clean off my chair, sending the palette and brush into the air and the easel and canvas crashing to the grass! Stunned, I looked up and saw the stranger, his fists at his sides and his massive chest rising and falling with heavy breathing. Then I looked over at my canvas and saw a splotch of blue paint streaking diagonally across it.

"What the fuck you doing here, whiteboy?" the stranger demanded.

"I came to look for you!" I spat back. "To tell you that this can't go on! I was scared for my life, but now I have my senses back!" I got to my feet and brushed off my clothes, afraid to face the stranger's cruel eyes.

"You think this is a game, slut?"

"I'm a monogamous man!" I yelled. "A straight, married man! And this is crazy! It ends now!"

"Monogamous?" the man laughed. "What the fuck you call what you did yesterday, whiteboy?"

My face got hot and surely reddened. "That was out of control! It's not what I wanted!"

The stranger held up his right hand. "Sniff it," he commanded.

"What?" I scanned the area to see if anyone else was around. Nobody. We were isolated under the indifferent sky.

"Sniff my hand," he muttered.

I hesitated, cautiously moving my head toward his open hand, then he grabbed my head with his other hand and pressed my face against his spread fingers, and I sniffed, smelling the stink of my ass sweat and shit from a day ago. He hadn't washed his hands. The scent instantly made me dizzy with excitement. The debasement was amazing. That scent was the stink of a worthless slut, and that worthless slut was me!

"Do people who are scared jerk off their own dicks until they cum?" the stranger asked, pulling away his reeking hand.

I had no answer. What could I do? What was happening to me? Would this ever end? "Listen," I said softly. "I just...I just want to go back to my old life. Part ways. I want no trouble."

"Your old life? You mean that boring routine? Think it's not written all over your self-righteous face, whiteboy? I noticed it when I first saw your family yesterday. You don't want that. You were waiting for me to come along. You've been waiting for years without even knowing it."

Confused and nauseous, I shook my head weakly, closing my eyes, hoping that he's just walk away for good. I wanted to run to my wife and kids and shower them with kisses. I heard the stranger's enormous body move toward me, then I felt his steely arms lift me up like a baby. At this point I had no more strength left to resist. My face rubbed against his stone-solid chest, and my legs dangled like a girl's. He carried me to the men's bathroom and let me slide onto the littered floor.

"What are you going to do with me?" I asked, looking up at the towering black giant.

"Be honest, whiteboy," he said. "I rocked your whitebread world yesterday, didn't I?"

I shook my head, but I felt my stirring cock in my pants betray me. "I love my wife..."

"Tell me the truth, whiteboy, and I'll let you go. You'll never see me again. Did I rock your little world?"

I remembered straddling his ship-like torso, naked from the waist down, my shitty asshole touched by his monstrous fingers. My cock was rock-hard now. I didn't care about Carol or the kids anymore. I didn't care that he had a key to the front door of my house anymore. All I wanted was to feel helpless and under total control again.

"Yesss..." I finally gasped. "You rocked my world!" I gazed up at him, eager for approval.

My heart skipped when he smiled at me. I felt so proud and good. I pleased him! Why did I care about his pleasure? Why was attracted to this horrible person – let alone a man at all?

"Say it again," he ordered. "Louder this time. I want to hear you mean it."

"You rocked my world!" I cried, praying that nobody else was around outside.

"I don't fucking believe you, slut!"

"YOU FUCKING ROCKED MY FUCKING WORLD!" I howled. "IT'S WHAT I WANTED! WHAT I NEEDED! YOU'RE RIGHT! I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO COME AND DO THIS TO ME! OH FUCK!" I dove for his crotch and insanely unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then I stuck my hand through the top of his boxer underwear and touched his ember-hot cockhead. I filled my palm, it was so huge. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." My hand explored more and I cupped one of his testicles. It felt like I held a soft baseball. The smell of his pubic sweat wafted around me, and I found myself nuzzling my nose in his big bush of coarse pubic hair. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, let me make you cum, make you cum!" Just as I was about to take my first taste of a cock and ballsack, the stranger yanked me to my feet by my hair and punched me in the abdomen. I fell back to the floor, heaving and writhing in pain.

"See you tomorrow," the stranger said, walking away.

I could hardly bring myself to smile at and talk to my family later that day. I threw away the ruined painting and tried to force the memory of my willing debasement from my mind. I'd gone too far. I'd changed. That man had changed me – with almost no effort at all. He had a deep power over me, and I couldn't understand it.

Carol asked me what was wrong at dinner, and I told her that I felt like I might be coming down with a cold or something. I helped my girls with their homework, my mind drifting to thoughts of the stranger's mighty arms and how it felt to be spanked and have my genitals imprisoned and abused by his strong hands. I wanted to feel the heaven of that helplessness again. I wanted him to crush my cock and smash my balls, make me his slave, use me, soil and ruin me.

We all went to church for our usual Wednesday evening service. After some worship songs and collective prayer, Pastor Tara gave a short sermon. The ending spoke to my heart and made me feel guilty. "In other words, our faithfulness is the key to salvation. Not only our faithfulness to God, but to our friends, our children and, most important, our spouses. We married people are of one flesh to each other, bound for eternity by God's grace."

Later, as I lay in bed next to my wife, I fantasized about the stranger emerging from the closet and dominating me right there, holding my mouth so that my moans didn't wake Carol. After everyone in the house was asleep, I went into the bathroom and took off my pajamas. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered what I could do to make myself attractive to the stranger. Was he attracted to me? Or was this all about power? I wanted to please him, so I wanted to be a desirable thing that he would want to use. Was he in the house right now? Would he attack me in the dark if I went downstairs? I imagined the pleasure of being forced to all fours and taken by that merciless beast as my family slept above us.

Just in case, I lathered a washcloth with some soap and scrubbed my asshole and asscrack so that I'd be fresh and ready for him. Though having had a shitty ass when he first abused me turned me on and made me feel like an animal, this time I wanted to be clean meat for him. I wanted my ass to please him. What would my children think if they could read these new thoughts? Why couldn't I stop the thoughts? And why was I so eager to be sexually assaulted by a psychotic man who might be in the house? I didn't care. All I wanted was to be owned by the black stud.

I snuck downstairs to the living room to relieve my raging erection. While I beat off I looked around, hoping to see his hulking shadow moving toward me. I wanted the man to overpower me, drain every ounce of will and dignity from me. I wanted to smell the stink of my shit on his hand again. I wanted to be his dirty white slut.

Suddenly I heard something at the front door. I stopped beating off and listened. I heard it again. It was a key turning the lock! Thank God! I didn't have to wait until the next night! He was here now! I'd get my surprise sooner than I expected! I felt giddy with excitement and forbidden lust. I stood up, my erection quivering in my pants. This time I'd kneel for him, suck his beautiful cock, kiss and worship his sweaty balls, even lap his asshole if he wanted me to. I wanted to serve him, please him, praise him! The lock clicked open but nothing else happened. The door remained shut. I was frozen in the dark, waiting, panting.

Then I thought to call the police, report an attempted break-in! With the house key? How would I explain that? Say it was stolen! Yes! I started for the phone, then stopped. No. I wanted my surprise. I needed it. I'd earned it! I hurried over to the door and pulled it wide open, my erection popping out of the hole in my pants.

The tall stranger stood there, staring at me. He was motionless and without expression. After a few minutes, I spoke. "Why are you here already?"

"Tomorrow," the stranger said softly, turning to walk away.

I grabbed his massive arm. "No!" I begged. "Tonight! Please! In here. We can do it in here." I stepped aside to let him enter the living room. My mind flashed to my wife and kids sleeping upstairs, but my desire overrode the worry I should have felt. All I could think of was being mastered by this man in my living room.

"Tomorrow," he repeated without emotion.

"Here!" I said desperately, thrusting my cock toward him. "Take it! Crush it again! I want to feel that again! Smash my little white mouse to jelly! Own me!"

"Tomorrow."

My heart pounded, and I became wild. I pulled down my pajama pants and turned my ass to him. "It's yours," I whimpered. "I give you my ass. Anything you want. I cleaned it for you! Smell it! It's fresh for you! I want to know what a cock feels like in my ass. Please. Please take me. I beg you..." The memory of my daughter Lacy asking Carol if it was a sin to be gay shot into my mind, trying to make me feel guilty, but all it did was increase my pleasure. If it's a sin, then sin is good! I thought. I love sin! Give me more sin!

"Tomorrow."

"Please fuck me," I whined, spreading my asscheeks far apart. "Fuck me now. Take my ass."

"No," he said. "Now I want you to go back to your bedroom and open the curtains of the front window. Then I want you to masturbate right there in the window while I watch from the street. Until you cum."

"Oh, I can't do that!"

"You will, white boy. Or else."

Pleasure at my humiliation filled me like fresh air. I nodded and pulled up my pants. "Yessss..."

"I'll be watching, slut," he said. "Don't disappoint me."

"I won't," I gasped. "I won't."

"One more thing."

"Yes?"

"I want pictures of your hot wife."

"Pictures?"

"Pictures of her naked. What other kind would I want, dumbass?"

My head reeled at the thought. I felt both excitement and self-disgust. "Okay."

"Have them ready by tomorrow night. Leave them in an envelope in the mailbox before you go to bed."

"Yes." Why was I obeying this madman?

"And don't forget to fuck your wife before 11:00. Have your ass ready for my surprise."

His cock! He was going to fuck me with his big black cock! "Yessss..."

"Now go, slut. Go jerk off in the window for me. I want to see that little white mouse cum."

I could hardly wait. "Yes, yes! Oh, thank you! Thank you!" I reached for the bulge in his pants but he stepped back.

"Never try that again, faggot," he growled.

"Okay, okay..."

"You're a piece of shit."

Precum dripped from my cock. "I'm a piece of shit," I murmured, smiling drunkenly. What was I becoming? I didn't care. I closed the door and rushed upstairs as quietly as I could.

Just when I was about to enter my bedroom, my son Fred came out of his room, yawning and looking at me with bleary eyes. "Dad?"

"Shhh," I said. "Don't wake anyone up. What are you doing awake?" I made sure to stay turned away from him so that he couldn't see my raging hard-on.

"Have to pee."

I remembered what Fred had asked me two days ago: "Have you ever been gay, Dad?" How could I have known then that I'd be doing this now? You have no idea, Fred, I thought. You can't imagine how good this feels! I motioned for him to go. "Then pee, Fred."

"What are you doing up, Dad?"

All I cared about was getting to that window and cumming for that powerful stranger. "None of your business, Fred, so get the hell back to bed."

I rushed into the bedroom and closed the door. Then I checked to make sure that Carol was fast asleep before parting the curtains and standing before the panoramic window. I looked across the street and saw the stranger standing on the opposite sidewalk, right under the bright streetlight. Horny and anxious, I slowly pulled down my pajama pants so that my genitals were exposed to whoever happened to walk or drive by, or look out their house windows. That is what the stranger wanted: my exposure, my ruination. And the thought of being exposed and ruined turned me on. The thought that my naked ass – which had been cradled and clamped in and spanked by the man's amazing hands hours before – faced my sleeping wife who would see everything if she woke up and opened her eyes.

I began to masturbate for the stranger, quickening my strokes the more excited I became. He stood motionless as ever, but I wanted to please him, obey his command. My asscheeks bounced in time to my churning, and a few loud gasps escaped my mouth as I neared orgasm. My precious family slept peacefully while I presented my white body to a black stranger who had some weird but awesome control over me. I was so turned on that I couldn't stop, that I didn't want to stop. Carol never could make me feel this way. She would never be able to crush my genitals with such force and authority. I remembered his hands around my penis and scrotum the day before, how puny and girly I felt in his grip. He deserved my obedience. He deserved to be praised. Tears formed in my eyes, I was so horny and amazed, my eyes bulging and staring longingly at the man across the steet.

Finally, I blew a long, globby load all over the window, my eyes fixed on the stranger the whole while, hoping that he was pleased. My knees were weak and shaking. I wanted to run to the stranger and beg him to squeeze every last drop of cum out of my little white mouse. But he simply walked away.

I crawled back into bed. Carol flopped an arm over me and nestled behind me. Usually the feeling of her soft body against my ass pleased me, but I couldn't help but feel that she was the invader of private property now. Property that belonged to my black master.

The next morning I woke up and felt instant guilt, of course. But I noticed that the guilt lessened as time went by, realizing that I was becoming addicted to this transgression already. In other words, I desired the stranger's sexual mastery more than I desired my old life. Going through the morning routine, I viewed my wife and kids as annoying distractions from my true purpose: being the stranger's plaything, his servile piece of meat.

"Cat got your tongue, Dad?" Grace asked me as she cleared the breakfast table.

"Huh?"

"Your tongue," she repeated. "You're usually talkative, Dad. You've been really quiet lately."

My tongue, I thought. I wish my tongue was curling around that big black snake of his... "Oh, I hadn't noticed, honey. Just stressed out from work, I guess. Sorry." Sucking his giant brown cockhead, making him cum and roar...

"Try not to sweat it too much, Dad. Love ya!" Grace ran off.

I hurried to the downstairs bathroom, locked the door, pulled off my pajama pants and masturbated furiously, repeating the original mastery over me in my mind's eye. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to find him and offer my body to his cock! This was torture!

My son Ted rapped on the bathroom door. "Dad! I need to pee before I go, and Lacy is hogging the upstairs bathroom! Hurry up in there! I need to go!"

The surprise of the knocks caused me to shoot my load all over the floor under the sink, and my mind screamed: And I NEED that black cock in my mouth! "Coming!" I called to my son.

Within a half hour the kids were gone, and it was time for me to shower and get to work. I couldn't call off again. Just as I was about to wash, I remembered the stranger's other command: pictures of Carol, ready by that night! How could I pull this off? She'd be almost ready to go to work!

I found the digital camera and ran upstairs to where my wife was dressing. She looked beautiful, as always, but something that used to be there was missing now. That spark was gone. I could think of only the stranger's amazing body and impossibly large penis. "Got a minute?" I asked playfully, though inside I didn't have an ounce of playfulness or desire for my wife.

"For what?" she asked, putting on the last of her eyeliner.

"A photo shoot?" I faked a grin, just wanting this to be over with.

"Are you serious, Davis? I need to leave for work in five minutes."

"Come on," I said. "Humor me."

"Go ahead. Shoot away." She put on lipstick.

I edged toward her. "No. I mean...naked."

Carol turned to me and giggled. "You're insane!"

"Please, babe. For me."

She looked at the clock, inhaled deeply and said, "Sure. Fuck it. But hurry up."

My wife slipped out of her work outfit and lay back on the bed, buck naked. Her big bush of pubic hair revealed her pink pussy, and her cute brown asshole peeked out at me. I started snapping away, from every angle possible. Then I had her get on all fours and took pictures of her open ass and pussy, her hanging boobs. My cock grew hard as ever, but not at the sight of her hot body. It was at the thought of obeying the stranger's commands and him lusting after my wife, his monster penis getting hard and ready to erupt with cum against that gorgeous black flesh.

Then my thoughts went wilder: what if I could watch that magnificent stud fuck my wife in front of me? I hoped that he was in the house, maybe in the closet, and that he'd jump out and dominate my wife's horny body right there! Pre-cum oozed into my pajama pants, and I was ready to masturbate again already.

"I got you all excited, huh?" I heard Carol tease, as she spread her labia. Her eyes were on my hard cock.

"Of course!" I lied.

"Be careful what you do with that thing when I leave, Davis," my wife said. "It belongs to me."

No, my cock belongs only to HIM, I thought. He took it away from you the other day, and you'll never get it back!

Once I got hundreds of shots, I let my wife go to work, masturbated for the second time that morning, and left the house. At work I printed out every single picture I'd taken on my color printer. Then I sealed them in an envelope for my master.

Before going up to bed, I left the envelope of the photos of my naked wife on the coffee table, right on top of the bodybuilder ad in the magazine. Written on the envelope was this: "All For You." Why had I taken such a risk? Because it felt so good to do so. The prospect of getting caught in my total lust and recklessness thrilled me. I would have given that black giant anything at that point, even my wife.

Getting Carol to have sex with me was no problem. I knew how to work her up, and we'd never had any problems in our sex life. She was eager to fuck when we got into bed. I planned everything so that it would coincide with the stranger's timeline. I had to be ready by 11:00, as he ordered.

Carol and I were about 20 minutes into a nice fuck when I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 11:00. Time to get into position. I tugged at my wife while thrusting but she unwittingly resisted, lost in pleasure, her eyes closed. I tried again, bending my body in hopes of shifting my ass off the side of the mattress without having to move both of us, but I couldn't. Then I got smart. "I want you from behind," I growled in her ear, thrilled that those words were his exact command for me earlier that day. I felt that he could even control my speech, and I pounded my wife extra hard at the thought of his control over me, my slavery. She giggled and flopped over, lifting her free leg so I could slide my cock back into her pussy.

I gasped with anticipation of what would happen next. My ass hung off the bed, and I made sure to lift one leg so that my buttocks spread and exposed my slippery asshole. For an instant I felt extremely ashamed and scared. How could I be even thinking about doing such a thing – let alone about to do it? I pulled my cock out of Carol's pussy and paused, as if teasing her, hoping that the sudden second of silence would alert the man under our bed that it was time to do whatever it is he intended to do. Excitement pulsed through my body as my asshole waited for his touch. My wife panted loudly, gyrating her pelvis. "Put it back in," she breathed, reaching back to pull me forward. Nothing happened from under the bed, so I slowly steered my cock toward her eager cunt, feeling disappointed and stupid. Had he snuck away during the loud fucking? Had this been a test or a tease?

As I reentered Carol, she let out a moan of relief. "All the way! All the way!" In my next thrust, I felt something slide into my anus! One of his strong fingers! He held it rigid and in place like a steel rod, and I shifting on it as if sheathing a cock as I fucked my wife. "OH FUCK!" I groaned, pounding harder and harder, thrilled to finally feel his touch, to feel his sexual power flowing through me. Suddenly his finger wriggled violently, churning and plunging, bumping against my prostate and driving me out of my mind. I couldn't believe that a man was finger-fucking my ass from under my marriage bed that had been totally monogamous and happy until now!

"Shit, Davis!" Carol cried. "What's gotten into you?" Right after that I felt two more fingers pierce my asshole, all of them thrashing in my shitshaft, rubbing my prostate in fury. I felt an orgasm mounting, and it thrilled me that he was going to make me cum, not my wife. "I'm gonna cum!" I blurted – to him, not her. I crushed against my wife and fucked her hard while my ass was probed and owned by those powerful fingers of the strange and fascinating man beneath us. Just as I was about to let out my load, I felt his breath on the side of my face and his mouth against my ear! He dared to stand up beside the bed! Fear shot through me instantly, and he hissed in my ear: "Do you want it to be my cock next time, slut?" Another finger jammed deep into my anus. "YES!" I pleaded, cumming all over my wife's ass as I pulled out : "YES! YES! PLEASE!" His breath went away and I felt his teeth bite into one of my asscheeks again and again. Then his hot tongue licked my sweaty sphincter quickly, evoking more cum from my cock.

Carol voiced her approval: "Mmmmm...thank you, hon." She rolled around and kissed me. "We needed that, huh?"

I was relieved that he had gone back under the bed before she turned toward me. "Yes," I replied. "We needed that. Needed that so bad..."

"Let's get some rest for the trip tomorrow," my wife sighed, closing her eyes.

I couldn't fall asleep, knowing what I knew, and the guilt got worse and worse as time passed. Carol finally started to snore loudly, and she farted in her sleep. Then I heard the man stir and slide out onto the floor by my side of the bed. I turned my head and watched him rise in the dark: so tall, so muscular. His huge hard cock stuck out of his pants. Not sure of what to do, afraid that my wife's eyes would open suddenly, I lay there, holding my breath. What had I done? Why had I given this stranger access to my home – let alone my body? I loved my wife and family! Why was I risking it all just for this taboo pleasure?

Finally he leaned over me and whispered, "Next time it'll be my cock."

In disbelief and near panic, I whispered back: "Okay..."

"Say it," he insisted.

"Please...my wife might..."

I felt my cock harden. The threat turned me on. What was happening to me? "Say it, slut," he said.

My weakness and helplessness excited me. "Next time it'll be your cock."

I could see his grin in the dark. "You belong to me," he said, almost in a normal voice.

Carol murmured and shifted her pillow, then became still again. My heart pounded. I could see the man's long and massive erection and his huge, hairy scrotum, and I wanted him to take me right there in the bed, next to my sleeping wife. What the hell was I doing? Maddened by desire and subservience, I reached back and lifted my top buttcheek, revealing my asshole. "Do it now," I begged him. "I can't wait. Take my ass now."

His face lowered close to mine. "Why do want me to do that?" He was playing with me. He knew that I was under his control.

I turned my head and nestled my nose against his sweaty neck, rubbed my nose on his stubbly chin. "Because I want you to claim me," I whispered, starting to pant. "I want you to steal me from my wife."

I felt his cockhead press against my sphincter. This was it! I had never been fucked by a man, and now my first time was going to happen as my wife slept next to me in bed! It all felt so surreal, like a dream. I felt delirious with excitement and fear, anticipation and horniness. His cock pressed in a little harder, teasing my anus. I relaxed the hole more to accept his huge tool. I wanted it all. Suddenly he pulled away. I gasped. "No!" I whispered desperately.

He spoke into my ear: "What if your dear wife wakes up and sees us?" he said teasingly.

I groped for his cock and replied carelessly: "I don't care. I need it now. I need to know what it feels like. Fuck me. Please fuck me..."

His cockhead returned to the door of my anus, rubbing. Then he pushed it in farther, making me feel pain. I loved it and wanted more. About half of his cockhead entered my hot asshole, and then he pulled away again. His strong hand grabbed my head and yanked it around so that I was staring straight at his big cock. I could smell my own ass sweat on it.

"Put it in your mouth," he ordered. "Taste your ass, slut."

For the first time in my straight life I sucked on a man's penis. The head stretched my lips, and I tasted my own ass, slurping and licking as if it were candy. I wanted more and more! I didn't care about anything else anymore! My free hand cupped his steamy ballsack and caressed his pubic hair. I let my tongue snake down and lap his balls, tasting sour sweat. I wanted him to shoot a load onto my face.

He pulled away, leaving me panting for more. I couldn't think about anything else. I wanted his cock, cock, cock, cock, cock, cock, cock...

"The pictures of your whore wife?" he asked gruffly, his face very close to mine.

Like a woman I nuzzled his beard with my nose and gazed into his tough eyes. "Downstairs, on the coffee table." I felt like I was melting. I wanted him to snatch me up and carry me away forever. I wanted to feel small and fragile in his big arms. I wanted to please him with my body, be his white cockslave.

"Take me with you," I breathed seductively, my waist writhing, my hands exploring his shoulders and chest. "Take me away from here. Please."

"You've had too much," he said, shaking his head. "You're cock-crazy and out of control. Shut the fuck up. I'm leaving now."

I grasped his shirt and kissed his tree-trunk neck. "No, no. I'm under total control. Your control. And I can't stand the thought of being left here without you. Please, take me..."

"You have a loving wife to take care of," he mocked. His face was much closer now. Our lips touched.

"I don't want her anymore," I panted, running my tongue over his big lips. "I want you. Only you. Oh, please fucking fuck me right on the floor of this room while she sleeps. Fuck me in the hallway, in front of my kids' bedrooms, on the stairs, in the living room. Out in the fucking yard or the street. I don't care what happens. Please...please...master..."

It was heaven to say the word out loud to him. Master. Yes, he was my master. My black master. And I was his cock-mad white slave. I found myself longing for him to kiss me, to fill my mouth with his big tongue. Why? Was this becoming something more than lust and physical slavery? Was I falling for this man, developing affectionate feelings for him? Was I becoming gay, right there next to my wife of 25 years? I opened my mouth and licked my teeth as a seductive woman would, hoping to lure him to tongue-kiss me. I closed my eyes and waited, giddy with expectation. "Kiss me, master," I whispered in a feminine voice. "Claim me as yours..."

"You were mine the minute I walked in on you taking a shit, whiteboy."

"What can I do to make you want me, truly want me?" I pleaded. "Tell me."

His lips touched mine as he replied: "I want you to be my white whore. I want you to be my little white bitch."

My head fell back and I sighed. "Yessss... your bitch...your little white bitch..."

His hot breath was gone, and I saw that he had left. The next morning I saw that the photos of Carol were gone.

I heard nothing from the stranger for five days straight. I waited for him to come to the house, even drove to the park several times after work. By Friday I was low and hopeless, in painful withdrawal. I moped at home and dragged myself through the motions at work. Usually I could confide in our pastor, Tara, when I was feeling bad, but this wasn't the sort of thing I could share with her.

In two hours I'd be off for the day. I'd arranged a status-report meeting with my staff, and I was in my office preparing. As I gathered some folders and other things I'd need, I noticed an overturned photograph lying in the center of my desk. It hadn't been there when I was last in the office. Who had left it there? I turned it over and gasped to see that it was one of the nude pictures I'd taken of my wife! And a big black dick was drawn on it with a permanent marker! The dick was drawn right at her gaping vagina, as if ready to fuck her.

Instantly aroused, I snatched up the photo and put it in a desk drawer. He'd been here! But how? Had anyone seen him? Was he a ghost? I felt a lump in my throat, and my cock hardened. Was he still around? The meeting would start soon, so I went to the bathroom to piss.

As I stood at the urinal, I heard someone stirring in one of the toilet stalls. Then I heard a voice. "Come here." Him! The stranger! My black master! My heart flipped, and I ran to the stall without even zipping up my pants. Inside the stall he sat on the toilet, his pants around his ankles, his huge penis flopped over his left thigh, half-hard. His body odor filled the area, and I became even hornier. I stared at his bushy pubic hair and wanted to suffocate in it.

"Do your duty, slut."

My eyes bulged with lust and desire. My tongue hung out, and I gasped: "Oh fuck...oh motherfuck..." I couldn't believe that I was at work and about to blow a black man's cock. Anyone could walk in at any time! I'd be disgraced and fired! My family would be told! I'd lose everything dear to me! I hesitated for a second, staring at and hungering for that beast-like slab of fuckmeat, the perfect veiny penis of that black god, but then plunged forward to suck and worship. I didn't fucking care about the consequences. The privilege of blowing that hot cock was all I needed!

I reached between my thighs and began beating off my little white mouse as I teased the cockhead before taking the top half of the tool in my mouth. My slobber poured down his shaft and onto his hairy balls. I slid my face down and swabbed his scrotum with my open mouth, smashing my nose against the wrinkly, smelly skin and sniffing in hard. I went insane with arousal, grunting and moaning, jacking off my little dick while praising his superior one. When the stranger started to let out short grunts and groans of pleasure, my cock shot cum all over my hand and the base of the toilet. I couldn't hold it. Pleasing my master was the ultimate thrill!

"Stop," he commanded. Then he stood up, turned around, and knelt before the toilet with his huge hairy ass in my face. His purplish asshole gaped right near my nose, and I sniffed in the strong scent. This was nothing like my wife! She couldn't compete with this intoxication! All I wanted was this beautiful beast-god. I welcomed the new task and lapped his asscrack with my tongue, kissing the sphincter tenderly and then wildly, grunting like an animal. His sounds got louder, egging me on, driving me further under his power, heightening my new gay addiction. I fucked his anus with my rigid tongue, coating my entire face, even my eyelids, with the delicious slime. I wanted to stink of him! I wanted my wife to smell him on me when I returned home! I wanted to stink like him forever and ever!

When I noticed that his engorged ballsack swung under the slick mess, I gasped and grabbed it with my hands, massaging and slapping, pulling on them, loving them. His groans quickened, and I knew he was close to orgasm. He turned around and sat on the toilet again, steering his bloated cockhead at my open mouth. He masturbated that big penis, staring at my slutty face, gritting his teeth in a hateful sneer that turned me on even more. I liked that I was a cum rag for him, a worthless whore, his pig. I wished my wife could see this. I wanted her to know that her husband belonged to this black god, that my body was his toy.

"You fucking dirty whore!" he hissed, jerking off furiously.

I closed my eyes and grinned for him. "Yessss! I'm your fucking dirty whore! Cum on my face!"

"Bitch! Slut! Little Daddy shit! I'll fucking fuck your little white ass!"

"Yes! Yes! I'm your bitch, your slut, your Daddy shit! Fuck my little white ass, master! Fuck it now!" I whirled around and spread my asscheeks. His mighty hands gripped my waist and pulled me down on top of his concrete cock! I sheathed that massive thing in one swoop, and pain shot through my entire body! I bit my fist to keep from screaming! The pleasure was indescribable! I almost fainted right there in the stall! The stranger pounded my ass upward so hard that I bounced up and down like a child in his lap! I felt cum spurt from my cock again.

"I'm gonna fuck your wife next, you piece of shit!" he growled in my ear. "Gonna tear up her pussy and ass!"

I leaned back so that I could kiss his sweat-drenched neck and nuzzle his mouth. "She's yours, stud! Take her! Take her like you're taking me! Make her cum like you make me cum! Own her with that big black god-dick! Oh yessss!"

"UUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGH!" I felt his fire-hot load shoot into my anus and I couldn't help but moan loudly as it seemed to fill me to my chest! My master's load was inside me! I wished it could impregnate me so that I could have his baby! I had fallen into total madness over this perfect human being! He pulled his penis out of my torn asshole, and I slumped to the stall floor, babbling incoherently, rubbing my cum-soaked dick, sniffing in the sex reek around us.

"Put your number in this phone." He handed me a cell phone. I absently tapped in my number, luxuriating in the cum and comedown from intense pleasure. I wanted nothing else but cock for the rest of my life.

I watched that huge half-hard monster swing above my face, and I lapped at it lightly with my tongue. "I worship your big black cock," I sighed. "That big black cock is my god."

The stranger rolled his eyes. "I fucked you out, whiteboy. Happens to the strongest and straightest of you. You become like obsessed girls."

"You've done this before?" I asked, somewhat jealous.

"What do you think, slut? You're special? Now shut up and do what I told you. I'll give you a call when I want my slut to come runnin' to me. Got it?"

I closed my eyes at the thought of bring his slave. "Yessss..."

"I can make you do anything I want you to do, slut," he said.

"Oh yeah?" I grinned coyly, feeling like a flirtatious girl.

"For instance, before I'm done with you, you're gonna fuck that female pastor from your church."

At once my cock softened. "What did you say?" How did he know about Pastor Tara?

"You're gonna fuck your pastor," he repeated louder.

I shook my head. "No...not that. That's...too far..."

"You will."

"I...I can't. I'm sorry, but she runs my church...She would refuse...I just can never..."

He grabbed my balls and squeezed them. "Never mind for now, mouse. Just be ready for my next call."

"Yessss..." I sighed, thinking he had been teasing me. The thought of his weird prediction faded away.

"And make sure that asshole is good and ready for a lot of cock. Pre-lubed."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you..." I repeated as I heard him zip up and leave the bathroom.

"Are you falling out of love with me, Davis?" my wife asked after the kids left the dinner table and left us alone together in the dining room.

"What do you mean, Carol?" I rolled my eyes, afraid to look at her directly and give myself away.

She reached over and caressed my arm. "The way you've been behaving lately, honey. It's obvious to all of us. The kids think you're mad at or bored with them. You know, Tara and Ron keep inviting us over for dinner, but I never know what to tell them. They're our friends, Davis! What's going on? Tell me."

Focusing on the centerpiece flowers, I replied softly, "I guess I'm just feeling low about getting older. Nervous about what the future holds. You know. I'll...I'll call Tara tomorrow. I promise."

Her hand gripped my arm lovingly. "You can share your worries with me. I'm your wife."

The image of the stranger's shiny dark cockhead flashed in my mind. My dick stirred, and I felt horniness for him building immediately. Every time there was a chance to return my wife's tenderness and regain some love and loyalty for her and the family, it was as if the stranger's power stepped in and stole me away again. I wanted to run to him and kneel before his mighty balls, smash my nose into them, sniffing and rubbing, my tongue straining to lap his sweaty taint in filthy worship. "I know, I know," I said. "Thank you, baby."

My cell phone rang. My heart leaped. "Might be work!" I cried, jumping up and running out of the room.

When I got to the front porch I answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Have a nice dinner, pig?" the stranger asked.

My erection reached total fullness at the sound of his voice. "Yes. Are you watching us?" I scanned the street.

"Never mind that," he said. "Make some excuse to leave now. I want you to come downtown, to The Winged Stallion."

"The gay bar?" I couldn't believe this was happening.

"Where else, faggot?"

That thrilled me immensely. I touched my hard dick through my pants. "Yessss..."

"Asshole pre-lubed. And have that mouth ready for some violent stretching."

"What do you mean? What am I going to have to do?"

"Shut the fuck up, white boy. Be there within an hour."

"Yes..." I paused. Then I asked, "What should I call you? I still don't know your name."

"What do you want to call me, whiteboy?"

Without a thought I answered, "I want to call you master."

"Then fucking call me master," he laughed cruelly. "Fuck, did my cock knock you silly."

I closed my eyes and wanted to cum. "Yes, it did. Master."

"Prepare yourself, white boy. You're in for a wild ride." He hung up.

"Who was that?" I heard my wife ask behind me.

I didn't dare to turn around since my dick was so hard. "Work. Gotta go in ASAP."

"What the fuck, Davis?"

"Back off, Carol!" I snapped. "Leave me the fuck alone."

I heard her storm away.

The phone rang again. It was Pastor Tara. I pressed the decline button.

Within an hour I was standing at one of the three bar counters in the vast interior of The Winged Stallion. Everywhere around me there were handsome and good-smelling men dancing, flirting or making out. Though I'd never felt any desire for such sights all my life, now I found myself getting very excited and wishing I had the guts to flirt with another man. The sweat and cologne and stubble and hair fueled my dirty new desire, and I sat down on a stool to hide my erection.

Just as I was starting on my third Jack and Coke (and getting pretty buzzed), I felt Master's big hand on my shoulder. I turned to see him: so clean and sharply dressed. I almost gasped. I felt so lucky and special: that this mighty man had chosen me as his plaything, that I was his possession in that sea of horny men. I thought of all the semen that was building in all those balls in all those pants, and the image of countless cocks exploding all over my face and naked body made me dizzy.

"How does this place make you feel, white boy?" master asked.

"Horny as fuck," I whispered. "I can't believe I'm saying this."

"See anything you like?" he teased.

I looked around and noticed a few very hot men. I pointed to them. "They'd do."

"What would you like to do with them?"

My dick straining in my pants, I confessed: "I want to worship their cocks and sacks as I do yours. I want to make them cum, please them."

"Would you offer your ass to them?" Master pushed.

I focused on the sexiest of the three and realized that my mouth was hanging open in desire. "Yes," I said. "I want to feel their hot loads shoot into my asshole."

"Good." The master pulled me from the stool and nudged me to walk forward. "Go up to the second level and find a booth way at the back, in the shadows. I'll be right up."

"Yes, master," I said.

Several minutes later, the master appeared with the man who I thought was the most attractive of the three I'd pointed to. Fear shot through me, though my dick grew again. The man smiled and winked at me as he slid into the booth.

"Here," said Master, handing me a pill. "Take this now."

I hesitated. "What is it? A drug?"

The handsome man pushed my hand toward my mouth. "It's fine. I took one a half hour ago. I feel awesome. You'll love it." His breath smelled like mint.

I popped the pill and chased it with my drink. "What's it going to do?"

The master just smiled. "Do what you said you wanted to do to this guy."

I looked from the man to the master. "Really? To him?"

"Now," ordered Master. "I'll be back in a little while."

Master left and I shyly faced the man. He smiled at me and said, "First time?"

"Well, no. I did it with the mas – er – him..."

"He's something else, huh?"

"You can say that again. I'm sorry, but this is making me nervous."

The man guided my hand to his crotch so I could feel his throbbing hard-on. "Don't be nervous," he sighed. "My cock and balls are your toys for now. Plus, when that pill kicks in, which will be soon, you won't give a fuck anymore." He slipped his pants and underwear down around his ankles and spread his thighs. I felt the heat from his genitals hit my nearby hand. I gripped his cock and scrotum instantly, loving the damp, tender, wrinkly feeling. I played with his genitals for a while before crawling under the table and pushing my face into his groin. The smell of his sweaty balls overwhelmed me, and I kissed that hot sack all over, my nose sniffing his huge cockhead as it pressed into my nostrils.

Not being able to delay any longer, I let that cockhead into my mouth, instantly addicted. Never again would I crave pussy. Cock was so much better, so much more exciting. And sucking like a whore was unbelievably pleasurable. I used one hand to caress his big balls and jerk his shaft while my other hand was used to jerk off my own cock.

"That's it," the man grunted, thrusting his pelvis slightly under the table. "Suck that cock, you filthy slut. Make me cum in your whore mouth..."

I removed my mouth and gasped, "I want your cum!"

His hand shoved my face down and forced me to resume the sucking. I loved the force of his hand on the back of my head. I'm a fucking worthless animal, I thought, blowing the man's cock furiously. I'm his animal!

Suddenly three more men slid into the booth and dropped their pants and underwear around their ankles. All I could smell was sweaty men's crotches now, and my eyes bulged at their gorgeous, steamy cocks and scrotums. I knew that it was my duty to blow them too. To blow anyone my master sent to me. I was a filthy cocksucker, nothing more.

I eventually got into a rhythmic groove, going from one quivering cock to the next, jerking cocks off at the sides and blowing the middle one, licking big, saliva-coated balls, kissing thick sweaty bushes of male pubic hair. My identity was gone, and I was just a wet machine, slobbering and sucking, moaning and gasping: a wet hole for any cock in the world to own and use.

Then I felt someone spank my upturned ass from the other side of the table, and I realized that the stranger had returned. "Keep going," he ordered.

"Mmmm hmmm..." I groaned, moving to another penis.

"Mike, tell my new mouse who you are while he blows you," said the stranger.

"My name...is...Mike...and I'm married to...unngh...a woman...unngh...named Janis...have...ohmygod...two children...a son and daughter...oh fuck..." I buried my face in the space between his balls and one of his thighs, sniffing and nuzzling, letting my tongue flicker his taint. "I'm a foreman for a...oh fuck...cement company...fuck!"

I felt a tap on my ass. "Move on."

I shifted over to the next guy's crotch and teased the huge cockhead, hearing him force himself to say "I'm Rick...married to Heather...for 15 years...uhhhhhhh...have a...daughter in college...and a daughter in high school...yeeeeaaah, oh yeeeaaah...son in middle school...real estate manager...I'm gonna fucking cummmmm..." His load exploded into my mouth, causing me to moan loudly. I felt my master's hand squeeze one of my asscheeks and slide some fingers against my soaked asshole.

"I'm going to cum too, master!" I cried, jerking my dick. "I'm going to fucking cum!"

The stranger spanked me and growled, "Don't you dare, whitebread. Not yet."

"Ohhhh, pleeeease..."

"Suck those cocks, whore."

I obeyed and moved to the next penis. The man whined and squirmed like a child as I served him. "Oh, fuck..." he grunted. "Oh, fuck..."

"Who are you?" the stranger demanded.

"Art! Wife's name is Gayle! No children! Fuck! Conversion-therapy counselor! Aaaaaahhhh!" His cum filled my mouth and he thrust his thick bush against my nose. "Holy fuuuuuuck!"

I moved to the next penis and the next, and each man identified himself. I guessed that the stranger had them do this in order to be humiliated, so reveal who they were betraying for their master. It turned me on that the crotches I pleasured, the scrotums that I smashed my slick face into, belonged to husbands and fathers, earners of good wages and workers in respectable careers. Right now they were just isolated genitals, smelly body parts owned by the powerful stranger and entertained by me, their worthless whore.

After I made all the men cum, leaving them slumped on the booth seat, eyes closed, their cocks dripping and twitching, the master told me to back up and lift my ass higher. I obeyed. He yanked my cock and balls between my legs like a dog's leash. I wailed in pain and pleasure. "This ass is mine!" he growled. Then he shoved his hard cock into my soaked asshole, fucking me like a savage right there for all to see. As I groaned on all fours, the men in the booth jerked off until they shot loads of cum onto my face and into my gaping mouth. I wanted more and more and more. I was cum-mad, delirious on cock.

I opened my eyes and noticed that the men were leaning down to watch me get fucked. Their eyes bulged, and their mouths hung open. "Fuck him!" they breathed. "Fuck that mouse's ass!"

"You boys invite your wives?" the stranger asked, pounding my asshole over and over again.

"Yessss..." the men replied, their eyelids fluttering. "They'll be here..."

The master's cock slipped out of my ass, causing me to gasp like a girl. I wanted more and jiggled my buttcheeks to lure him back. "Finish in me?" I pleaded. "Cum in my ass!"

"Shut the fuck up," the master said. "Get up."

I obeyed, of course. The men and I pulled up our pants and stood before the stranger, awaiting further orders.

"Boys, go to the back room and get naked for me. We'll have a little meeting before your wives are directed to us."

The men nodded and hurried away. I gazed at the stranger, in love with his physique, his authority, his control over my body and mind.

"I turned them months ago. They belong to me as you belong to me."

"I know what their cum tastes like..." I marveled, feeling some of the leftover cum in my mouth.

"You're a fucking dirty cunt," said the master. "What will your wife think?"

I closed my eyes and smiled. "She'll hate me...divorce me..."

"Does that disturb you?"

"Nooooo..." I answered, shocked that I meant it.

"Do you want me to stop?" the stranger asked. "Want me to let you go back to your normal life?"

I opened my eyes and looked directly into his eyes. "No! No, I want this forever!"

"Who is your master?"

"You are!"

"Who owns your body?"

"You do!"

"Do you surrender your body to my cock?"

"I surrender my body to your cock!"

"Good slut. Now come with me to the back room."

"Yes, sir."

The back room was very spacious and had its own bar, tables, sofas and juke box. The men I had serviced were naked and waiting with their asses facing us. Their flaccid cocks and balls hung and swayed between their legs, and their asscheeks were naturally spread to reveal their pink and brown assholes. I became hard at the sight instantly. It made my mind spin to think of how I had had all of those cocks and sacks in my mouth, that I had swallowed their cum. What would my family think of me if they ever found out?

"What do you boys want?" the stranger asked sternly, standing behind the men.

"TO BE FUCKED BY OUR MASTER'S COCK!" they replied in unison, shaking their asses in anticipation.

"And who do your bodies belong to?"

"OUR BODIES BELONG TO YOU!"

My penis was hard as steel now, and I found myself stroking it through my pants. I wanted to get down on the floor with them and feel the stranger's godlike black monster in my ass again. I thought of how the men were all married and all knew parenthood, just like me, and that they had somehow been claimed and owned by a mighty stranger, just like me. It turned me on to be just another one of the master's conquests. I was nothing more than a cockwhore. And I loved it.

"The stranger picked up an open beer and poured beer down on the men's assholes. Foam hissed all over their cheeks and on their sphincters. "AHHHHHH..." they sighed with pleasure.

Finally, the stranger crouched down behind Mike and plunged his huge penis into the open ass. Mike let out a shriek and his whole body shook. "OH MY GOD! OH FUCK!"

"Me! Me!" pleaded Rick, wiggling his ass like a whore.

"And me!" cried Art. Then the next guy and the next. I realized that eight men were in a row, all eager to feel the stranger's cock in their bodies.

As the stranger fucked Mike, he reached around and gripped the man's cock and balls in his massive hand. "Did these little dicky and balls make your children, Mike?"

Mike bucked his ass back and forth to take the master's cock. "YE...YE...YES!!! I MADE MY KIDS WITH THEM!"

The stranger squeezed harder. "They impregnated your wife with your cum?"

"UUUUHHH...UHHHH...YES! THEY MADE MY WIFE...MY WIFE...UHHHH...PREGNANT!"

"And now they belong to me!"

"And now they're yours! Yours! Yes! Yes! Yours! Only yours! Oh, don't stop! Don't stop fucking me!"

I was insane with lust and desire, and I couldn't help but run over and grab my master's asscheeks, caressing them, feeling the sweat on them, slapping them lovingly. I fell to my knees and shoved my face into his asscrack, sniffing in sweat and stink. My penis came instantly, shooting all over the floor.

The stranger withdrew from Mike and went on to the next man, fucking him mercilessly. He did the same thing with his dick and balls, interrogating the man: "You used to be your wife's stud with this cock, huh?"

"YES, YES!"

"But now you're just my little bitch."

"I'M YOUR LITTLE BITCH!"

"Pretty soon I'm gonna rule your wife's body. I'll be her stud from now on."

"YOU'RE HER STUD NOW! HER BODY IS YOURS! YOURS!"

The stranger did this to each man, making them confess their penises' former potency and authority, and their current slavery status. I was so aroused I could hardly think. I wondered what these men's wives would say when they arrived.

"Up, up!" the stranger ordered. "Clean yourselves off and get dressed. Your wives will be here soon."

"What will you do to them, master?" asked one of the men, still panting, gazing at the stranger adoringly.

"Never mind. I'll do whatever I want to them."

"Yessss..." gasped Mike, his eyelids drooping. "Whatever you want..."

I ran to the stranger's side. "Please! Let me call my wife and tell her to come down too! I want you to take her!"

He looked down at me and shook his head. "Not yet."

I knelt before him. "Please, master! I want to surrender her body to your cock!"

The stranger pushed me away like trash. "I want you to go to that bar and drink anything until you're shitfaced, pig."

"But..."

"NOW."

"Yes, master."

"All of you get drunk!" the master commanded. Of course, all of us, his sex slaves, obeyed.

About an hour later the wives arrived and were directed into the room. They were confused and worried, murmuring amongst themselves, looking around cautiously until they realized that their husbands, who were now quite drunk and stumbling around, were over at the bar. They ran to the men and began questioning them.

Whatever that pill was, it had kicked in along with the alcohol I was pounding, and I felt both weightless and heavy at the same time. And my penis was rock-solid and extremely horny. I noticed that the other men's cocks were erect and bulging in their pants.

"Relax, babe," Art assured his wife, guzzling his beer. "Just chill."

"But why do you have a hard-on?"

"Don't worry about it, Gayle. Seriously."

The other men did the same for their wives. Minutes after, the stranger entered the room, holding the hand of a heavy-set but extremely sexy black woman who seemed to be at least a decade the stranger's senior. The woman's huge breasts bounced heavily with every movement, and her tight dress showed off a massive ass that excited me deeply. Her strong perfume filled the room.

"This is my wife," the stranger announced, slapping her buttocks. "Her name is Portia."

"Hi, Portia!" the other men and I said in unison. The wives just stared suspiciously, sizing up Portia and wondering what was going on.

"What is this all about?" Mike's wife, Janis, demanded. The other wives nodded and muttered in agreement.

"You're our honored guests, ladies," the stranger said, walking over to them. "We want you to enjoy yourselves."

"How do you know our husbands?" asked Heather, Rick's wife. "Rick never goes to places like this. Are you a co-worker at the firm?"

The stranger touched her shoulder and rubbed it. "He's sort of my worker," he said mischievously.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

Just then Portia cut in, sliding her arm around Heather's thin waist. "Girl, you ask too many questions. I think you need to get to know Miss Portia, and soon you'll understand everything just fine."

"Take your arm off me!" Gayle protested, squirming out of Portia's hold. "Rick, let's get out of this shithole!"

"Baby, hold on..." Rick shot apologetic eyes at the master. "Sorry, sir."

"SIR?" Heather repeated. "You call him sir? What the fuck is wrong with you, Rick?"

Rick, very drunk and off-balance, fell into the stranger's mighty arms and started giggling uncontrollably. I joined in with the laugh since I was feeling really crazy from the booze and pill. Then the other guys caught the giggles.

Not saying a word, the stranger pulled down Rick's pants and gripped his hard cock and balls in his big hand. "This is why he calls me sir, Heather," the stranger said calmly. Rick groaned with pleasure, his knees buckling and his body hanging limp in his master's arms.

"Rick! No!" Heather screamed, lunging at the stranger. She was stopped by Portia, who trapped her in some kind of wrestling lock.

"That's quite enough, white girl," Portia scolded. "Time to mind your manners in front of my husband! Hear me?"

"Fuck you!" Heather cried, flailing and looking to the other women for help.

The other women stood there, stunned, not knowing what to do.

"Boys, give your wives some nice drinks," said the stranger.

The men knew what to do. They mixed some drinks and dropped a couple of those funny pills into each of them. Then they held out the glasses for their wives to take.

"Fuck that! We're leaving!" Heather protested.

"Please, just drink it," her husband pleaded. "Trust me."

The stranger stepped toward Heather in a somewhat intimidating manner. "All of you: drink now. You'll be better off if you do."

Clearly threatened, the women reluctantly emptied their glasses.

"Portia, take these girls into the other room and get them...oriented," said the stranger.

Portia laughed and spanked Heather's little ass. "Gotcha, you sexy man! C'mon, girls! Follow Miss Portia!"

The husbands urged their wives to cooperate, and the women left with the stranger's wife. I was amazed at how easily that big woman had established authority over them.

"What will Portia do to them?" I asked the master.

"That doesn't matter," he replied, grinning. "It's what THEY will do to HER that matters. But you'll have to see it to believe it. Go ahead into the other room, pig. Watch my wife doing what she does best."

"And what's that?"

"Seducing straight women. With almost zero effort."

The thought of my own wife being overpowered by the master's wife thrilled me. "Like what you did to me..." I sighed.

"Yes. What I did to you. What I did to every man here."

I went to him sadly. "Then...then I'm not special? You've done the same to the other men? You went to their houses?"

"Of course!" the stranger laughed. "You're not special, little mouse. You're just of countless slaves."

"Countless?" I asked, feeling aroused by the degradation.

"Countless! Now get the fuck outta my sight and go watch how those wives surrender to Portia."

"Yes, master..."

The wives were arguing with each other and with Portia when I entered the next room. When they saw me they hurried over, as if I would free them from the situation. Slight signs of their inebriation were evident, but they were still pretty lucid.

"There's no cell service here!" one wife said, shaking her phone. "Can you get someone to help us, please?"

I shook my head. "It's OK," I said. "Nobody's going to hurt you."'

Portia, always smiling, took off her high-heeled shoes, pulled off her dress and cast away her bra so that she was buck naked before us. Then she lay back on a huge bed, spreading her thighs and revealing a bushy, purplish pussy. The stink of the pussy cut through her strong perfume and filled the entire room. The scent of her asshole blended with the stink. The wives sniffed at the air, disoriented and shocked, trying to make sense of what was happening. Their confusion died down in the next several seconds, and the alcohol and pills kicked into high gear in their blood, and soon they were totally silent, except for heavy breathing. Their heads began to nod and their arms dropped to their sides. Purses fell to the floor.

"Anyone here hungry?" Portia asked, spreading her pussy with her fingers. A bright flash of the pink of her vagina was visible. A fresh blast of stink struck our nostrils.

The wives gaped at the sight, their jaws slack, their eyes wide and unblinking. "Hungry...for...what?" Gayle asked slowly, sounding as if she were very groggy.

Portia cackled. "Hungry for some cunt, white girl! What else is there to eat up in here?"

"For...cunt..." Gayle murmured absently. She started at Portia's body.

"Your boobs..." said Janis. "They're so...so...big..."

"Ten of mine could fit into one of them," Heather added, her eyelids drooping. She took a step forward. "Can I...just...touch one?"

"Touch one?" Portia hollered. "You gonna suck both of `em, honey!"

Heather shuffled to the bed and fell onto it, never looking away from Portia's naked body. "Suck..." she sighed. "Both..." Then she thrust her face between the massive breasts, licking and sucking them, worshipping the enormous dark nipples, grunting and sighing. The other women watched silently, their eyes bulging with amazement and desire.

Rick's wife seemed to lose her mind completely, voraciously licking and sucking on Portia's boobs, nipping at the nipples with her teeth, groaning with excitement. She'd become so horny and infantile that she began grunting "Momma, momma" over and over again, her eyes sleepy, her ass turned up in the air. Her skirt rode high up on her thighs so that her buttcheeks and G-string panties were visible to everyone.

Gayle was next to approach the bed, and without hesitation she plunged her face between Heather's buttocks, pushing aside the G-string with her nose then sniffing and licking Heather's brown asshole. Janis ran over and was the first to bury her face in Portia's smelly pussy and enormous bush. Finally, all the other wives participated in a mass pleasure-giving for both Heather and the stranger's wife. Everyone got naked and resumed the intoxicated orgy, the scent of pussy and asshole filling the room. I masturbated to the scene, eager to have my wife join in with these seduced sluts as soon as possible. After some effort, I forced myself to return to the other room.

"Well, pig?" the master asked. "Are the wives taken care of?"

"Yesssss," I replied, smiling. "Your wife has made them understand."

"Go tell them to come back here. And tell my wife that she has done well and can go home."

I did as I was ordered, and soon the wives, naked and panting and drunk on sex, staggered into the room, their eyes crazed and their mouths hanging open. The husbands moaned at the sight. "Thank you, master!" they cried.

The stranger went over to the panting women and dropped his pants so that his huge penis hung before them. "Sniff it!" he commanded. The wives fell to their knees and fought to put their noses near or on his magnificent penis. "What does it smell like?"

"Someone's asshole!" one of them gasped.

"You fucked someone's ass!" another said.

The stranger laughed. "You mean ASSES, plural. I fucked all of your husbands' asses, and they wailed like whores while I did it."

There was a collective groan of approval among the women. The men also groaned, beating off their cocks furiously.

"And this man," the stranger said, pointing to me, "sucked all of their cocks and balls."

"I WANT TO SEE IT!" growled Heather, licking big pubic hairs from her lips. "I WANT TO SEE MY HUSBAND'S ASS GET FUCKED!"

"YES!" the others begged. "SHOW US! SHOW US!"

"And give us more pills! Please!" begged another wife.

"MORE PILLS!" Heather cried.

The stranger gave each woman two more pills. They gobbled them up desperately.

As the stranger anally pounded the husbands, the wives ate out each other's pussies and assholes, orgasming as they'd never orgasmed in their lives.

I hardly remembered going home that night. The next morning I awoke to find Carol going down on me. She kissed my belly and pecked my pubic hair then sheathed my hard penis in her hot mouth. She'd always been a pro at blowjobs, and it felt really good, but I felt annoyed by her, mainly because all I could think about was the next meeting with the stranger. I wanted to know what it felt like to be his woman, not her man! I wanted my asshole to be used as a pussy.

Soon I lost my erection, which disappointed my wife. "What's wrong, Davis?" she insisted. "You're never limp!"

"I don't know. Just stressed out, I guess."

Carol got up and headed for the hallway. "Well, it's starting to have bad consequences on our marriage and family, Davis. You'd better get it together." She stormed away.

Before leaving for work that morning, my wife apologized for what she said and suggested that we have a long talk before bed later and get things out in the open. I agreed. I watched her car disappear down the road and decided to get ready for work. I took a shower and walked naked into the bedroom to air dry and get dressed. When I walked in, I saw the stranger sitting on the bed! He has taken off his shirt to reveal his amazing upper body and torso. I gasped at the sight, instantly thrilled that this man had once again invaded my marriage sanctum.

I did a 360 so that he could see my entire body. I felt like a naughty girl nude before her boyfriend for the first time. Since I was so clean and fresh, I felt bold, even desirable. My cock was hard within seconds, and my balls flapped as I pranced before him, smiling like a teasing whore. "You like my body?" I asked.

"Shut the fuck up, whitebread. Come here."

I swooped to the side of the bed and got on my knees, ready to serve him in any way. Brazenly, I started kissing his hard belly and steel chest, sniffing in his manly scent and moaning as I jacked off my dick. My wife had just had my cock in her mouth right on that very bed hardly two hours ago, and there I was worshipping the body of a black man.

He must've been in a decent mood, because he didn't stop me. In fact, he lay back and let me take out his massive cock and balls and have fun with them. I rubbed his sack with my nose as I kissed his taint and licked his asshole. Then, too excited to contain myself, I stood up, spread my asscheeks and plunged down on that magnificent monster cock. "FUCK MY ASS, MASTER!" I grunted. "RUIN ME ON MY MARRIAGE BED!"

He allowed me only four or five hops and then he tossed me aside like a doll. "Fuck, you're a junkie now!" he mocked.

"Does this happen to all of your conquests?" I asked.

He zipped up and stood. "All of them. Not one survives. You all become cock-crazy in the blink of an eye."

"Do you turn us gay? Why don't our marriages hold us back?"

"Nothing matters: marriage, religion, sexual orientation. Once I teach you whiteboys who's boss, you'd kill for more and more. You're no different."

I stroked my cock thinking about how weak I was, how I'd offered almost no resistance, how I'd surrendered my entire marriage in a matter of days. I loved the feeling of total submission. I was going to cum. "Oh oh...oh I'm gonna cummmm...cummmm..."

Suddenly the stranger jumped on the bed and one of his bear hands clamped around the top of my cock, two fingers pinching the head so tightly that the orgasm was stopped in its tracks. I felt my balls pulsate, trying to pump out cum, but his mighty hand wouldn't let anything out. I felt both pleasure and agony. "Oh fuck! Let me cum! Please let me cum!"

"No," the stranger said calmly, pinching harder.

I writhed on the bed, wanting to cum, whimpering. "Please, master, please let me cum...it hurts...hurts..."

Then, just to torture me, the stranger stuck his thumb deep into my asshole, rubbing my prostate.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" I shrieked. " INEEDACUM! INEEDACUM! INEEDANEEDANEEDACUUUUUMMMMM!"

Without warning his fingers let go and the stranger put his mouth over my cockhead as it pumped out globs and globs of hot cum. I filled his big mouth, screaming like a girl, slamming my arms on the bed madly. Then the stranger pressed his mouth on mine and wrestled my tongue with his, our tongues swirling in the bubbly cum.

"You fucking whore," he growled.

"Oh my fucking god..."

The stranger dressed and went to the door to leave. "I've arranged for you to help renovate the rundown structures at Goat Park, starting on Saturday," he said. "I told the parks and recreation people that you are a talented painter who can decorate the facades. You'll start with the bathroom building, the men's end first."

"So, I just go up there and start painting what? A mural?"

"A pretty scene, child-friendly," said the stranger.

"Why did you do this?" I asked, excited to finally be doing something productive with my art.

"You'll notice a hole drilled through the wall facing the field," he said. "It'll be about waist high."

"And?"

"You'll suck my cock through that hole."

"You made a gloryhole to the exterior?" I exclaimed.

"Yes, pig."

"Okay..."

"One more thing," he said, grinning like a devil. "Bring your family with you."

Fear shot through me. "Are you serious? They'll...they'll see me...doing that!"

"No, they won't," the stranger reassured me. "Just do as I say."

I remembered filling his mouth with my cum, and my eyes fluttered with lust. "Yesss, master. I'll do anything you want..."

I ached for more cock as my master left me alone in the smelly bedroom. After lying on the bed for a while, I hurriedly stripped the bed and washed the soiled sheets and blankets before Carol returned from work.

The stranger called me that Friday and put me in touch with some guys in charge of caretaking Goat Wood, and they gave me all the necessary information for the renovation project. They wanted some kind of a nature scene painted as a mural all around the bathroom building. A contractor had been hired to gut and remodel the entire interior the following week, so I knew that my rendezvous with the stranger wouldn't be endangered from that end. What I had to worry about was obeying his outrageous command without my kids and wife noticing me blowing a big black cock through a gloryhole. Still, the thought of what I had to do excited me greatly, and I masturbated several times while anticipating it.

I told Carol the promising news later that evening, and she congratulated me with a sincere kiss and hug. "I'm so happy for you, hon!" she cheered. "And it'll be such a nice day for all of us to spend time together at the park!"

"I can't wait," I said, imagining my lips stretched over the master's giant cockhead.

Carol took off her work clothes and looked for her bum-around clothes in a drawer. I used to peek at her naked ass and crotch and try to convince her to have sex, but nowadays I hardly noticed – if at all. All I could desire was the stranger's superior body and authority.

"By the way, our pastor and her husband asked how you're doing. You haven't been to church for a while. They're concerned about you."

I rolled my eyes. "Busybodies."

"They care about you. So do I." Carol rubbed my chest, my belly, my dick. "I really, really...love you..." She sank to her knees to blow me. At first I hesitated, but then I saw the closet doors slowly open and the stranger standing among my wife's clothes. His giant hard penis stuck out of the fly of his pants. He'd been hiding there all along! He nodded at me, so I allowed Carol to suck my cock while he watched. I was so turned on by this, I came in less than two minutes. When I tried to pull away as I came, since I knew my wife didn't like to swallow cum, Carol gripped my butt and kept her head in place, taking my entire load in her mouth. "AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I gasped, my eyes fixed on my master. My cum was for him. "FUCK!"

I looked down at my wife with her ass up in the air, and I wished that the stranger would just swoop over, pull down her pants and fuck her right in her asshole. He stared at her body, stroking his cock, and I could tell that he desired her. I wanted to give her body to him. Before Carol stood up, the master closed the closet doors.

"Feel better?" my wife asked, licking cum from her lips.

"Yes," I sighed. "Thanks, babe."

"Anytime. Want to watch a movie?"

"Sure."

I don't know how the stranger got out of the house before we returned to the bedroom hours later, but he was gone.

On Saturday I drove the family up to our favorite area of Goat Wood. The kids brought a volleyball net and ball, and Carol brought the novel she'd just started reading. I arranged my painting equipment and the cleaning supplies needed to wash the bathroom exterior, and transferred everything to the wall on which I'd been ordered to start.

"Play some volleyball, Dad?" Grace called to me.

"Uh, maybe later. I really want to get started on this mural, sweetheart!"

"Okay, Dad! Love you!"

"Love you too!"

I set up my chair and unfolded the schematic for the mural before sitting down. Sure enough, there was a waist-high gloryhole in the wall. It was lined with rubber or silicone. Since I was sitting the hole was directly aligned with my head, and therefore my mouth. The master never ceased to amaze me. He wanted me to blow him while sitting there, in plain view of my family. I wondered if he'd already arrived and was in there waiting for my slut mouth to take his penis. My own penis hardened instantly.

Trying to think like the stranger, I started the mural around the hole, creating clever camouflage by painting the trunk of a large tree that would be the focal point of the naturalistic mural. That way, the stranger's big brown cock would blend in with the "bark" just in case I had to move away from the wall for some reason. Within a half hour the tree was done, and I stepped back to evaluate the image.

Almost as soon as I got several paces away from the wall, I noticed the master's erection sticking out of the hole in the wall. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. Carol was absorbed in her book, and the kids were distracted by their exciting game. I hurried to the wall, sat down, dipped my paintbrush in some paint and started painting at one side of the tree aimlessly. Then I took the monstrous cock in my mouth and slowly sucked on it. I made sure to keep moving the paintbrush to maintain the illusion that I was painting, and I hoped that the bobbing off my head wasn't obvious to my kids and wife.

Sometimes I heard the master grunt from inside the bathroom, inspiring me to continue to give him pleasure, to serve his cock. It turned me on to do this while my family was so near. I was a total whore, and I loved it. And when the stranger blew his load into my mouth and the cum flowed down my throat, I couldn't help but groan. I wanted to masturbate, but I couldn't. "Oh fuck, master," I said into the hole when his cock withdrew, "please let me come in there to be fucked. I need to have an orgasm now."

"No," he answered. "Stick your cock through the hole, whiteboy. I'll take care of you."

"What?" I checked behind me. "No! Impossible!"

"Unzip your pants and stick out your tiny dick. Pretend you're painting."

I opened my fly and pulled out my hard cock. Then I stood up and inserted it in the gloryhole, painting higher on the wall. The master sucked me expertly, so well that I forgot about my family and closed my eyes while an orgasm mounted. I was his, and he owned my body – even in the midst of my family!

"New game, Dad!" my son Fred hollered. "Coming?"

My cum shot into the stranger's mouth at that very moment. "Yes, I'm coming!" My whoredom was complete.

After some rounds of volleyball, I said I had to take a piss, and I looked around for the master. He waited for me in the last stall, where we first met. He sat on the closed toilet lid, his hard cock sticking straight up. I knew what to do. I took off my pants and boxers, spat on my hand, lubricated my asshole and let myself down on that glorious black shaft. As I heard my children playing outside, I fucked my master's cock with my anus, loving every precarious second.

"Who owns that ass, whiteboy?" the stranger growled, squeezing my buttcheeks.

"You do!" I breathed, closing my eyes. I could hear my kids playing outside. "You own my ass!"

"But what about your wife?" he taunted.

I grinded my buttcheeks against his pelvis as I let his entire cock penetrate me. "She's nothing to me! I live for only you!"

The stranger pushed me off his cock suddenly. I gasped with disappointment. "Now go finish the paint job," he ordered.

Stroking my dick in hopes of coming, I pleaded: "Just one more minute on your cock, master. Just so I can come again!"

"No," he said in cold voice. "Go."

Days passed with no contact from the stranger, and that time off allowed me to think things over and reevaluate the situation. Everything was out of hand. Guilt crept back into my heart, and I didn't want to ruin my family for the sake of this crazy person who had somehow taken over my will. On the fifth day without hearing from the stranger, I built up enough courage to call my Pastor Tara for some help.

Pastor Tara had always been my family's support. She was a confidante, a counselor and a wise person. I knew that I could trust her with anything, so I decided to confess to her what I'd gotten into in the past several weeks.

Tara agreed to meet me at a local bar, and I had her favorite soda ready for her by the time she arrived. She never drank alcohol. I remembered the master's prediction about me fucking her, but I shook it out of my mind. After catching up on our married lives and some talk about church, I reluctantly filled her in on what was happening with the stranger. The look on her face alone made me feel horrible and evil. But she listened intently, withholding judgment.

"Oh, Davis," she said, rubbing my hand. "You've really gotten yourself in a deep trap. But it's not hopeless. You can be saved. Not by me, but by God through me."

"You think so?" I asked meekly.

"I know so. Now, what do you need from me?" she asked.

"I don't know, Tara. You used to be a lawyer before going to seminary school. Do you think there's a legal way to stop this guy from bothering me anymore? To scare him away?"

Tara sipped her soda and shook her head. "Not to mention get that house key back from him..."

"I can have the locks changed!" I said. "I just need to keep him away. He has some...some power over men. You know me, Tara. Have I ever struck you as the least bit gay? But he seduced me within seconds! And those other husbands! Also, his wife has power over women. Nobody has a chance when face to face with that couple from hell."

My pastor seemed deep in thought for a few minutes, and then she smiled confidently. "Nonsense. His wife doesn't have a chance against me, Davis – and I'm going to go through her to get to him!"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to threaten this guy's wife to get him to back off. Woman to woman. And if that doesn't work, then God to woman. Believe me, she'll get it. Tell me where I can locate this person."

"I don't...I've no idea where they live..."

"Find out, Davis," said Tara. "ASAP."

"How can you be sure?"

Tara gulped down the rest of her drink. "Because I am strong in the Lord and the power of His might."

A few days later Pastor Tara called me and let me know that she tracked down Portia's residence and I didn't have to do anything in that regard. I was both relieved and scared. After all, if Portia lived at the address Tara discovered, the stranger, my master, probably lived there too. How would he react if Tara showed up at their door? What would he do to me? Would I be exposed and ruined before the world? I didn't even want to think about it.

"You have to come with me," Tara said.

"Are you serious? Why?"

"To show that you're unafraid and serious about ending this sick game, Davis! Come on! Think!"

She was tough, tougher than I. A true religious warrior. I felt oddly confident and safe hearing her surety and assertiveness. "Your call. Thanks so much. When?"

"Tomorrow, after work. Tell Carol you're going out to dinner with Ron. She'll love that."

"Totally," I said. "She likes you for some reason."

Tara laughed. "Because I'm awesome."

While my wife was at home with the kids, believing that I was catching up with Pastor Tara, I was driving from work to the street where the stranger's wife – and probably the stranger himself – lived. Tara's car was already parked a half block up from the address, so I parked behind it. Tara got out and came to my window. "Punctual. Good brother. Ready to rock?"

"Not really," I said, suddenly squeamish. "But I trust you, Tara."

"Good. No talking unless I tell you to. I'm the boss in this situation. That woman doesn't have a leg to stand on, and God'll cut her down to size before you know it."

"I hope so..."

"You know so, Davis. Let's go."

We crossed over to the other sidewalk and made our way to the house. I could hardly breathe, I was so nervous. Tara sensed this and squeezed my hand for assurance. I felt a little better by the time we stopped on the porch. "Here we go," said Tara, knocking hard.

As if on cue, Portia opened the door and stepped out. "Yes?" she asked with fake innocence, obviously recognizing me in an instant. "Can I help you?"

"Yes!" cried a voice from behind us. I turned to see Carol hurrying up the walkway to the porch! She'd followed me!

"Honey, what are you –"

She pushed me aside. "Shut the fuck up, Davis! I want to know what's going on! Is this why you've been so weird lately? Huh? And what are you doing here, Pastor Tara?"

I noticed Portia cracking a smile, as if she expected this to happen.

"Carol, listen..." My pastor didn't know what to say.

In a split second, I decided to confess everything to my wife. I didn't want to carry around that awful deception all my life. I told her about what happened in the bathroom at the park and how things spiraled into chaos from there. I apologized again and again, begging her forgiveness.

"So, you see why we're here," said Tara sternly. "It's time to shut this down once and for all."

My wife, exhausted by the horrible truth, nodded and said, "You're right. Shut it down."

Tara turned to Portia. "Hear that? This ends now. Tell your husband to cease and desist all contact with this man and to turn over the house key ASAP. If not, I'll make a call to my many contacts in law enforcement. Maybe even the FBI. Got it?"

The large but attractive woman in the doorway never broke her smile. Instead, she held out an arm to Tara and my wife. "We're all ladies," she said in a sweet voice. "We can discuss things in a much more rational and caring manner than our men can, can't we? Please. Come in and let's talk everything over. And I promise I'll straighten things out with my husband, who never meant any harm."

Tara and Carol looked at each other, then at me. "You stay out here," Tara said. "We'll be only several minutes."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked.

"Remember," Pastor Tara assured me, "we are strong in the Lord and the power of His might."

Carol shooed me away. "Go for a walk, Davis. Let us take care of this."

Portia stepped aside to let Tara and wife into the house. Before she closed the door behind her, she gave me a mocking wink. "Have a nice walk, little mouse." As I walked away, I couldn't help but worry that everything would backfire.

After an hour passed, I got a call from the stranger. I answered it. "What do you want?" I snapped, trying my best to sound assertive.

"You're wanted back at my house," he said, without emotion.

"Are you at the house too?"

"No. I'm away on business. Go back now. The front door is unlocked. Go to the second bedroom on the left, on the second floor."

"But..."

"NOW."

I hurried back to the house, wondering what I'd find. I let myself into the house, rushed up the stairs and cautiously made my way down the hallway. I heard giggling and groans of women in pleasure coming from the second bedroom. Feeling nauseous, I opened the door and looked in.

There, on a massive bed, were the naked bodies of my wife and my pastor, entwined in a 69 position, their faces buried in each other's pussies. And there was Portia and her huge body of soft brown flesh, tonguing Carol's and Tara's gaping assholes, alternating when the recipient's groans got really loud, just to cause frustration and hunger for more stimulation. Portia stopped licking my wife's asshole and moved to my pastor's, and Carol begged, "Oh no, please keep going! Fuck my filthy asshole with your tongue!" I could tell that they had been drugged and were now very high on top of the delirium of sexual stimulation.

Pastor Tara pulled her face out of Carol's hairy pussy and moaned, "It's my turn! My turn! Please, Mistress Portia! Lick my asshole forever!" Then she smashed her face back into the steamy, slick meal, grunting when Portia resumed her rim job.

Finally, Portia flopped backward and spread her giant legs. "Give your mistress pleasure, whores!" Carol and Tara bowed down to lick and kiss the big brown woman's fat thighs, her hairy pussy and her huge clit. They grunted like animals as they serviced Portia. The smell of pussies and sweaty, saliva-soaked anuses filled the air.

Pastor Tara turned her head and showed a wild, animalistic face. "We are weak in the flesh and the power of PUSSY!" she gibbered. Then she returned to her meal of vagina and asshole.

"Do you like what you see?" a familiar voice said from behind me. It was the stranger. I felt his mighty hands grip my waist. My knees became weak instantly.

"But...but...this is not what was supposed...to happen..." I murmured, hoping to fight my arousal.

The stranger pulled down my pants and boxers and pushed me toward the bed. Then he bent me over the edge of the mattress so that my face was only several inches from the pussy-eating women and my asshole was open.

"I asked you a question," said the stranger. "Do you like what you see?" Then he slid his huge penis into my anus.

My tongue stuck out and my eyes bulged. "YESSSSS!" I screamed, welcoming my surrender to the pleasure of being fucked like a woman. I watched my wife and pastor lapping violently at Portia's clit, their tongues swirling together in deep kisses, their eyes half-closed with lust and submission.

The stranger shifted me behind Carol's and Tara's asses and gripped my neck. "Eat them."

"What? No!"

"Eat them!" he repeated, thrusting his cock extra hard.

"GAAAAAAAAA!" I gasped, plunging my face into the nearest asshole, which happened to be Pastor Tara's. It stank of sweat. Regardless, the reek added to my excitement, and so did the fact that this was the anus of the leader of our church I was pleasuring!

My wife looked back and saw what I was doing and her eyes widened with desire. "OH, FUCK YEAH!" she groaned. "EAT THAT WHORE'S ASS! EAT THAT SHITTY ASSHOLE!"

I quickened my licking, and then my face slipped downward, so I started lapping at Tara's clit and sour vagina. My nose rammed into her anus over and over again, causing her to grunt in time to each impact. "I'm gonna fucking commmmmme!" she cried, pushing her buttocks against my face. "Don't fucking stop!"

I made my tongue as rigid as possible and fucked her anus with it. "I'M COMMMMMMINNNNNNNG!" she wailed. Tiny farts escaped in the excitement and release, and my face was lost in ass juice and pussy drippings.

The stranger breathed into my ear: "Now fuck her ass."

I stopped. "No! I can't!"

"Do it now!"

"I...no, master...please..."

Tara heard us and turned her head. "I don't know about that," she said reluctantly, still panting. "Oh, Lord, help me to stop, help me to stop..." She was praying for the strength to resist her sins.

The stranger shook his head. "You will," he laughed. "You will."

"Fuck yeah!" I heard my wife cheer. "Now get over here and make me come too!"

I looked back at my master. He shook his head. "You and your wife are never to pleasure each other again. She belongs to Portia, and you belong to me."

I nodded in instant agreement, loving the pleasure his cock gave me. I ground against his pelvis, hoping to make him feel good enough to shoot a load deep into my anus.

After a while, Portia ordered the other women to stop and got off the bed. "Time to leave, whores," she said. She pointed to Pastor Tara. "You. Go home now, and when your husband gets home, you find some way to get him over here, understand?"

Tara gasped, fingering her own clit. Her resistance had been short-lived. "Yessss, I will..."

"My husband will take care of him, just as I've taken care of you."

"I can't wait," Tara said as if in a dream. "I want his body to be taken by that beautiful black stud."

Portia pointed to Carol. "And you. No sex with your husband from this day on."

Carol nodded, smiling with heightened arousal at Portia's control. "No more sex with my husband..."

"All you will ever care about is the next time you can serve my body," said Portia.

"Serve your body...all I'll care about..."

"Your job, your kids, your house: none of that matters anymore."

"My job, my kids and my house don't matter..."

As I witnessed this total submission by my wife, I shot a huge load without even touching my cock. My master stopped fucking me and pulled out.

"My husband and I will fuck you senseless in your own bedroom anytime we wish," Portia added.

My wife closed her eyes and rubbed her nipples. "Fuck us senseless..."

The stranger slapped my asscheeks. "Hear that, mouse? We're keeping the house key."

"Yes, of course," I replied. "Our home belongs to you two, not us."

"Good boy. Now get the fuck out of here. And don't go to work tomorrow. In fact, no more showing up at your job until I say it's okay."

For a second the thought of being fired frightened me, but then, looking over at Pastor Tara kissing my wife's belly while slapping her own pussy, I decided that the pleasure my wife and I would get from this arrangement outweighed my fear.

"What are we allowed to do, master?" I asked.

"You wait in that house until we call or show up. Then you give us your bodies, no matter what. Even if your children are home."

"No matter what," Carol murmured, gripping Tara's hair as her pussy was licked gently. "Even if the kids are home..."

"You too, Tara," said Portia. "No more work. No more kids."

Tara nodded. "No more..."

"And no sex with your husband."

"No sex..."

The three of us dressed and left.

The first time both the stranger and Portia showed up at our house, the kids in the family room on the first floor, watching a movie. The doorbell rang, and Carol answered the door. She hurried into the kitchen to get me. "They're here," she said, panting with excitement, her eyes wide.

"Tell them to go upstairs," I said, scraping the leftovers from dinner into the trash can.

"They went up already. They want us up there ASAP. What do we do?"

"We go up."

"But the kids are home..." She looked worried and thrilled at the same time. I noticed her chest heaving. Her hand rubbed her crotch through her leggings. "My god, I can't believe this is really happening..."

I felt my cock grow in my pants. "I know. I love it. Let's go up."

We stopped at the door of the family room before going upstairs. "We have guests, kids," Carol said. "Watch your movie and don't interrupt unless there's an emergency."

"Who are they?" Grace asked.

"Friends from work," I said.

"Whose work? Yours or Mom's?" asked Ted.

"Your father's," Carol snapped. "Now watch your movie." She grabbed my hand and led me up the steps.

The stranger and Portia were waiting for us in our bedroom, buck-naked on our bed. My wife gasped at the sight, pulling off her own clothes at once. "Oh fuck!" she groaned, hurrying to the bed, getting on her knees on the mattress and kissing the stranger's inner thighs. She gripped his massive cock and opened her mouth to blow it, but Portia smacked her face with an open hand.

"Stop!" Portia demanded. "That's not for you, little pig. You serve only my body. Your husband takes care of my husband's body. Understand?"

Carol nodded like a chastised child and shifted over to Portia's open legs. "Only your body," she sighed, her eyelids drooping. "Mmmmm..." Then she buried her face in Portia's hairy pussy.

The stranger snapped his fingers and pointed to his cock. I swopped over and began a blowjob. My wife stopped what she was doing and looked over to marvel at the sight. "Holy shit, that's SO hot!" Her eyes bulged with lust. "Suck that mighty cock, Davis," she grunted. "Make him fucking cum all over your fucking face."

I intensified my service of that cock to excite my wife more. The stranger growled with pleasure for a few minutes, and then he stopped me. "Give me that asshole," he commanded. I turned around and lifted up my butt.

"Same for you," Portia said to Carol. Carol obeyed. Portia fastened a strap-on dildo to her waist and slathered it with lubrication. "Time to get fucked, little pig."

"Yessss," my wife groaned. "Fuck me, fuck me..."

"Wait," said Portia, getting an idea. "Go over to the door."

They went to the closed door of the bedroom. "Press against the door," said Portia.

My wife spread her legs, lifting up her ass and spread her arms above her, bracing herself against the door. "Fuck me," she begged.

By now the master's cock was in my ass, and precum was already dripping from my cockhead. Seeing my wife submit to another woman blew my mind. Portia slammed that big dildo into my wife's asshole with brutal strength. Carol tried her best to stifle moans and yelps so the kids wouldn't hear, and Portia slapped her big hand over Carol's mouth.

However, sure enough, the kids started to wonder what we were doing in the bedroom after the movie ended. As Portia drilled Carol's ass with the dildo and the stranger pounded my ass mercilessly, we heard a knock at the door. "Mom? Dad?" It was Lacy.

Portia removed her hand from my wife's mouth so she could reply. "Wha...wha...what is it...honey?" she panted, her jaw hanging down in total ecstasy.

"What're you doing in there?" Lacy asked. "You sound weird."

"Are you okay, Mom?" Fred added.

Carol closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. "Ye...yes...Fre...Fred...Mommy's okaaaay..." Her mouth popped open again as Portia rammed the dildo farther up her ass.

Excited beyond belief, I leaned back against my master as cum spurted from my cock. Each of his thrusts pushed out more cum, and I sucked on his fingers to keep myself from moaning. I could tell that Carol also was coming, since her whole body shook and her tongue flopped out of her mouth. She braced herself against the door with open hands, but her knees buckled and she sank to the floor. Portia let my wife lay there in a fetal position, panting.

"We're hungry for a snack," said Grace from the other side of the door.

"Go...go..." Carol could hardly speak, let alone think. "Go..."

"Go get something yourselves, honey!" I called. "We'll all be down soon."

"Okay, Dad," Grace said suspiciously.

When we were certain that the kids had gone back downstairs, my wife looked up at Portia and groaned, "Thank you, Mistress Portia. Thank you, thank you!"

"Time for a snack," laughed Portia. "Crawl over to your hubby."

Carol obeyed.

"Now eat my husband's cum out of his ass."

"Oh, fuck yeah..." My wife pushed her face between my asscheeks and slurped the stranger's huge load out of it. Then she opened her mouth to prove that she swallowed it.

"Good pig," said Portia. "We're done with you now."

The kids stared at us with concern as we showed the stranger and Portia to the door minutes later. As soon as the two were gone, we went back to the bedroom, locked the door and took off our clothes again. Lying there next to each other on the bed, we closed our eyes and mentally relived what had just happened. Soon we were both masturbating, never daring to touch each other – not even wanting to anymore.

"My body belongs to Portia!" my wife wailed as she orgasmed.

"And my body belongs to my master!" I cried, shooting semen all over my belly.

We lay there, panting like mindless animals, until we fell asleep.

The stranger and his wife would visit, announced and unannounced, whenever they felt like it, and Carol and I had to allow them to do whatever they wanted to our bodies, or service them sexually in any way they desired. We were their playthings, just pieces of meat to be used and abused. And we loved every minute of it. No longer did we have to worry about responsibilities, politics, marital problems, whatever. Nothing else mattered, not even our kids.

One evening, while Carol was eating out Portia's asshole and pussy, and I was pleasuring my master, Fred knocked at the bedroom door. "Mom? Dad?"

We all stopped, and I looked over at Carol, whose face was contorted with fear and mortification for an instant. Then Portia's big hand slid onto Carol's clit, rubbing slowly. My wife's eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back. Her grin was almost evil-looking as she flopped back on the bed and spread her thighs farther apart. For the first time ever, Portia licked Carol's pussy, pubic hair and all, soaking the entire crotch with her thick slobber. My wife lost herself in the pleasure, ignoring Fred's additional knocking. "Take it," she murmured under her panting. "Take my whore pussy. Fucking eat it for real. Bite it, chew it up. Cannibalize my filthy cunt..."

Portia lifted up her head and growled quietly, "Don't bluff me, bitch. I'll fucking do it. I'll fucking take your life if I want to."

Carol's eyes popped open and she opened her pussy as far as it would open with her fingers. "Yes!" she hissed. "I don't care! Fucking kill me. Take my life. Fuuuuuck..."

"You guys in there?" Fred called from the other side of the door, trying the doorknob. Thank goodness the door was locked.

"Ye...yes, son!" I replied, trying to move so the master's cock didn't stimulate my anus and force me to moan. "We're...resting. What do you want?"

"Dad, we're all worried about you two. You've been shutting yourselves up in that room every night it seems. Are you okay?"

The master's cock moved, sliding farther into my ass. My own eyes rolled back in their sockets, and I heard Carol whisper, "Tear my husband's asshole apart, master. Fucking make him pass out from pain. Oh, fuck. Fucking eat my shitty pussy. Eat my shitty fucking cunt..."

"Go downstairs, Fred," I managed to say. "We're fine in here. We'll all have a family meeting later, okay?"

"Okay..."

After the master and his wife left, we did have a meeting. I told the kids that we'd decided to send them all off to their Uncle Ned's summer home to stay for the next few months. Ned was Carol's younger brother, married to a wonderful woman named Arlene. Though the kids seemed suspicious of the reason, they loved their uncle and aunt, so they were excited for the vacation.

The kids left the kitchen, and Carol exhaled with relief. "Good," she said. "Get those annoying shits out of here so we can serve the master and Mistress Portia twenty-four seven." She put her hand in her stinky panties, pulled it out and sniffed. "I love the smell of her fucking spit," she sighed. Then she pointed at me. "Let me see your ass."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it, Davis!"

I pulled down my pants and turned around so she could see my buttocks. Then she knelt down and pushed them apart, sticking her nose against my cum-drenched sphincter. "Mmmmm," she groaned. "Your ass is his cum bucket. I love it."

As she sniffed my asshole, I closed my eyes and said, "I love it too."

Two months passed, and all of it was spent serving the stranger and his wife. We stopped showing up for work. Carol got lots of calls from the office, and the regular calls from Pastor Tara and her husband Ron also ceased. We never accepted calls from the kids, we almost never left the house. And since we never cleaned or tidied up, the house became a messy, smelly sty: dirty dishes piled up, food rotting on plates, rotting garbage, mail in piles on the front porch. We didn't give a shit. All we lived for was pleasure and pleasuring.

As reward, the stranger and Portia thrilled us with a new twist in the sex: they allowed Carol and me to experience heterosexual sex with them. I got to fuck Portia's pussy, and Carol got to get drilled by or ride on the stranger's mighty cock. I can hardly describe how intense and wild this made us. We'd gaze stupidly at each other while feeling the pleasure of superior bodies and superior people. We could hardly imagine what life had been like before our enslavement. Carol almost looked right through me as the master drove his cock in and out of her asshole or pussy: she seemed stoned, even senile, unable to recognize me. I felt the same about her too. I couldn't have cared less if the master decided to strangle her, or if Portia decided to stab me while I pumped her thick, hairy cunt or her reeking asshole.

"HIS COCK IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOURS!" Carol would scream. "FUCK! FUCK! THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN MISSING ALL THESE YEARS! STUCK WITH YOUR TINY LITTLE PEE-PEE, YOU SCUMBAG!"

And I'd return the insults by groaning, "I WOULD FUCKING KILL FOR MISTRESS PORTIA'S PUSSY! IT'S THE BEST PUSSY OF ALL TIME! SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOUR SHRIVELED RATHOLE! YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH!"

"Dumb fucking bitch..." she'd repeat, her eyes bulging and saliva running out of her gaping mouth. "Dumb fucking bitch, dumb fucking bitch, dumb fucking bitch..."

Then the master would cum deep inside her, and Portia would tighten around my cock, forcing me to shoot my load. Carol and I would cum in unison, staring at each other like shocked strangers, both of us caring only about our own pleasure and how much we pleased the god and goddess of our lives.

One night I got a weird phone call from Pastor Tara. I heard panic in her voice. "Davis, can you come over to our house quickly?"

"What is it, Pastor Tara? Is Ron there too?"

"Yes, he is. But I can't talk right now. Too dangerous. Can you hurry? Come to the back door. I need help."

"Help from what? From who?"

"Davis, please! Come over!"

Carol said she would be out late, so I left her a note on the kitchen counter. Genuinely worried, and wondering how Tara had somehow broken the sexual spell enough to call me, I got dressed and drove over to Tara's and Ron's house. I went to the back door and saw her waiting for me, naked from the waist down. "Shh," she said. "Follow me." We went into the dark kitchen, and she led me to the stairway. The house was a total wreck, just like mine. Dildos and strap-ons and other sex toys lay strewn all over the place. I could smell my pastor's rank pussy and asshole as she walked ahead of me.

"Tell me what's going on," I said.

"Shhh!"

We went up the steps and down the second-floor hallway. Then she disappeared into the master bedroom. I followed her, not a little frightened. Suddenly, the lights went on and I could see that the bed had been removed and a mass of cushions and blankets were spread across the carpeted floor. To the left was Ron, gagged and restrained S&M-style, his bound balls bulging and his cock hard and raw with abuse. He didn't notice me, and he seemed half-awake, drool hanging from his lips. There were the master and Portia, naked and amazing, smiling devilishly. Tara got on all fours, with her ass and pussy open toward me, and she started moaning as she gyrated her pelvis tauntingly. I remembered tasting her smelly asshole months ago. My cock slowly hardened.

"Fuck me," Pastor Tara said. "Fuck both holes, Davis. Fill them with your cum."

Fuck the person who led our church in worship each week? Who preached against sin and vice? I felt repulsed and excited at the same time. Her asscheeks were so round and big and sexy. Her pussy dripped. I wanted to stick my face in both holes and taste her juices.

I looked over at the master for approval. He nodded. So did Portia. I took off my clothes and approached Tara's upturned ass.

"If you do this, whiteboy," said the master, "you will lose your wife forever. And she will lose her husband."

"What do you mean?" I asked, smelling Tara's stinky body, getting harder.

"You'll have to divorce and live far apart from each other. And your children will have to be given to their grandparents from then on. No custody for either of you."

"Hurry, Davis!" Tara begged. "Put that cock in me now! Make my husband watch!"

Her asshole gaped, brown and pungent. I wanted her. I couldn't wait to fuck her. "Yes!" I cried. "Yes, whatever you want! Just let me fuck the shit out of her!" Then I plunged my cock in Pastor Tara's pussy. She wailed and bucked against me, whipping around her hair. Ron's eyes opened completely, and cum shot from his cock, splashing into my open mouth as I leaned toward him while drilling his wife.

"Ass!" Pastor Tara screamed. "Fuck my aaaaaaaassssssssssssssssss!"

I slid my cock into her anus and gasped to feel that it was at least four times hotter and wetter than her pussy. "OH MOTHERFUCKING FUCK!" she grunted. "FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF MY ASS! FUCK ME LIKE THE DEVIL!" Her screams and the taste of her husband's cum in my mouth driving me wilder and wilder, I looked behind me and saw Carol on all fours, riding the stranger's cock, her face buried in Portia's bushy crotch. She lifted her face out for a second and shrieked at me: "NO MORE MARRIAGE! NO MORE CHILDREN! ONLY FUCKING! ONLY FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING! RAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Spit flew out of her whore mouth and her tongue stuck out, rigid as an erect penis. "RAAAAAAAA! FUUUUUUUUCK!" My wife was totally gone now, forever erased, a maddened, insatiable animal.

As Tara and I came simultaneously, my eyes locked with the stranger's, and he smiled at me, triumphant and obviously proud of his handiwork.

THE END