THE IVORY CLUB - CH 01

Jane Redman arrived at the door of Mr. Charles Jackson's apartment at 8:58 pm, two minutes before her scheduled meeting. Jane was always punctual. Standing next to her was her husband, Peter. They both shifted uncomfortably, nervous about what fate awaited them behind the door. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Peter asked Jane, looking down and not at Peter replied, whispering, “Yes, we have no choice.” Jane was 21 and Peter, 24. They were newly married and had just arrived in New York a few months ago. Peter, just out of law school, had recently joined one of Wall Street's premier law firms as a junior associate. Jane was a frustrated actress and part time model. She could not get work as a catwalk model or as a serious actress, but she had plenty of offers for glamour modeling and “alternative” films which she took correctly to mean porn. She had always refused their offers. That was until tonight. She was 5 ' 5 ", petit figure with 36DD breasts. She had an angelic face, with short blonde hair. People had described her as a blonde Natalie Portman. She was gorgeous, talented and ambitious. However she had not worked now for 6 months and was in danger of becoming just another unemployed actress if her fortunes did not improve and improve rapidly. Agents had, in the past, suggested she try her hand at glamour modeling but as she had ambitions on becoming a serious actress, Jane always refused their offers. That was, however, until today. Charles Jackson, whose flat the Redmans were now standing outside, was not an acting agent, certainly not the traditional Hollywood type agent. He was, in fact, one of the senior partners at Peter's firm and his boss. He was 55, single, good looking, fabulously wealthy and one of Wall Street's most successful corporate lawyers. There were however a couple of unusual things about Charles. Firstly, he was black. That in was in itself not unusual, but Wall Street still had a strong racist element to it, especially when Charles has stared work, in the mid 1970s. It was unusual then that a black man could rise up the ranks in one of New York's most traditional white law firms. Charles had got there through sheer hard work, intelligence and a ruthless ambition to get whatever he wanted. That ruthless ambition extended not just to matters of law, but also to women. The other unusual thing about Charles was that he was part of a small and very discreet club of rich black gentleman whose exclusive purpose was to take advantage, and enjoy the pleasure, young white women. And they were almost always young white married women. Once the wife had been seduced into the club, members would fuck the wife any which way they liked. Often she would not initially consent to such fucking but after a while she would inevitable become addicted to black dick. Sometimes they allowed the wife's husband to watch, but never participate, other times they would never know. Each situation was valued on its own merits, each wife carefully selected and preparations for their initiation to the club were long and meticulous, no detail left unturned. If they ever felt that the wife or husband in question could in any way harm the privacy and integrity of the club, then either steps were taken to remove any such obstacle or the wife was disregarded. The club was simply known as The Ivory Club and had been going strong now for 25 years. Tonight they were about to initiate a new member, Jane Redman. In Jane's case, the preparations had been relatively easy and quick. Peter Redman, her husband, had 6 months ago joined Charles's firm as a junior associate and had immediately started to work for him. Charles had effectively become his boss. Spending a lot of time in Peter's company, a few things about the Redmans quickly became apparent which made Jane an ideal candidate for the Ivory Club. The first was that Jane was a gorgeous frustrated actress who was desperate for a career break. She had tried almost everything to make it but, despite her stunning looks, it seemed that there was always another stunning actress who would get the part. And it was often apparent that in the acting department at least, they were never as talented as Jane. It was rumored that their talents lay in the bedroom, and they would sleep with the casting director(s) in order to get the part. That was something that Jane's conservative upbringing would never tolerate. Perhaps until today that is. The second crucial factor was that the Redmans were financially hard up. Despite making an almost 6 figure salary, they barely broke even. Peter was currently the sole earner, after paying the enormous student loans that both he and Jane and accumulated, the rent for their tiny Soho studio and the numerous acting classes, photos, clothes that Jane required for her auditions, there was just enough to eat. Jane had so far resisted the temptation to take up the numerous lucrative offers of glamour modeling that had come her way. Her body was ideal for it. She had a beautiful slim arse with lovely slender legs. And it almost seemed impossible that such a slim frame could support such large breasts. Put together with her beautiful face, agents were prepared to pay a small fortune to get her to appear in front of camera, partly also in the hope that this would eventually tempt her to do porno, where the serious money lay. Armed with this information, Charles, after meeting Jane at a work party, had floated the idea to Peter that she audition for the part of a stripper in a forthcoming film by a director and producer he knew. For once, Charles was not lying. The director and producer in question were Jake Jackman and Randy Sobers, two of Hollywood's most famous and notorious black film makers. They were indeed making a film and it was about how a group of black men who were able to entice young rich white housewives into a web of black sex and porn. The angle being the taboo of black sex in the white suburbs. They were looking for some supporting actresses and Jane would be perfect. Both Jake and Randy were, of course, members of The Ivory Club. After a month of gentle persuasion, which had come to nothing, the Redman's conservative religious upbringing made it hard for them to countenance appearing in such a dark film, Charles resorted to some tried and trusted tactics to push them in the right direction: money and blackmail. He summoned Peter for a meeting one morning and offered him $20,000 for a photo shoot. Apparently she would only need to pose in some revealing lingerie and the shoot would also be used as an audition for the film. The pictures, he said that would only be used in some tasteful publication. He also pointed out gently to Peter the career implications to him if he caused him displeasure. Desperate for money, and also desperate to hold on to his job, Peter knew they had little option but to accept. To allay any fears Peter had, Charles could not be 100% sure that Peter would accept, he assured Peter that at all times he would be in the room with him and Jane. However that was on the condition that he expected Jane and Peter to comply with his orders. Also, he would be calling Jane to give her strict instructions on what to wear. Failure by either of them to comply exactly with his orders or if Peter in any way interfered with proceedings, the shoot would be over and they would not get a penny. This was, he assured Peter, the way the movie business worked, a director had to know that his actress was capable of taking orders and that her husband would not get jealous by the fact that role involved nudity and acts of sex, with black men. On his arrival home that night, he immediately told Jane what happened, leaving out no detail and in particular emphasizing that in all probability, she would have to strip naked in front of her boss and obey his directions, without question. Expecting Jane at the very least to be shocked by this, Peter was somewhat taken aback when Jane's immediate reaction was not one of shock, but what looked like calm acceptance. For Jane taking her clothes off in front of Charles Jackson was infinitely preferable than taking them off for the many random photographers that were constantly offering her money. But what made Jane seem so calm was that having already met Charles, she was strangely attracted to him. Charles was still very good looking for his age, he was 6 ft 6, regularly worked out so his body was still as muscular as from his college school days. He had a hansom face which was chiseled in a Hollywood movie star type of way and stunning blue eyes which at first seemed kind, but could turn menacing in a second. When she met him at the firm party, the way he towered over her and so obviously mentally undressed her made her shiver with desire at the time. He spent a lot of time talking to her and the whole time she got the feeling that he wanted a lot more than conversation. Of course Peter had never noticed this, but it was clear that Charles sexually found her attractive. And for some inexplicable reason, that made her feel excited. Posing nude for a man she found attractive for a part on film, well was not only it a potential great career move, but Jane felt very turned on by the prospect. The thought of standing almost naked from of such a large black man was strangely appealing. And this made her embarrassed. She loved her husband and despite, since her meeting with Charles, secretly fantasizing at what it would be like to fuck this black man, she wanted to be faithful. Rapidly going pink, she turned to Peter, “I don't think it should be an issue. It is a fabulous opportunity and since you will be with me, there should be no problem”. And with that she got up and went over to the kitchen to finish off dinner. Peter sat there, slightly stunned but accepting that Jane was, right, with him there the whole time, if things got out of hand he could step, even if it did mean missing out on money and the part for Jane. The rest of the week went quickly. Peter was kept very busy by Charles and, after informing him of Jane's acceptance, the matter was not discussed any further. Jane meanwhile seemed to increasingly get nervous as the day approached. She barely spoke about the matter, always becoming embarrassed and shy whenever Peter mentioned it. She was also, deep down, very excited about stripping off for this man, and it was this, more then anything, that was making her feel nervous. Why was she having these feelings? She came from a typical conservative, white middle class family which had little to do with blacks. Her father had always been a little racist and as such she had been brought her up with the prejudice that blacks should not be trusted. And here she was fantasizing about having sex with Charles Jackson, her husband's boss. It did not seem right, she loved her husband so why was she thinking about being fucked by someone else? On the Friday, Charles made sure that Peter was busy. He did not want him returning home interfering with Jane whom he had called and given strict instructions on what to wear. She agreed that not complaining once at the exact requests made. When they arrived, Jane was waiting for him. She was wearing a grey coat, which came two inches above her knee. Peter could not tell what type of skirt she had on underneath since it was covered by her coat. Nor could he tell was she was wearing up top since the coat was tightly buttoned up and tied tightly with a belt. She has on 4 inch pink high heels. Peter enquired whether she wanted to go through with this, saying that they could get the money some other way. Jane said it was too late now to back down and it was a great offer, what harm could come modeling in front of an old man… The door was answered by someone who introduced himself simply as Charles's butler, Smith. Smith was the blackest man Jane and Peter had ever seen. He looked around 40 years old, similar height size and build to Charles but there the similarities ended. Whereas Charles was strikingly good looking, Smith was positively ugly. He was completely bald and had a scar running down the left side of his face. When he smiled, two gold teeth flashed, one on the top one on the bottom. He looked immensely strong and clearly he had not always been a butler. He was dressed impeccably, in a well fitted designer black suit with a black knot tie. “Good evening Mrs. Redman, do come, Charles is expecting you.” Smith said that in a deep voice, never once taking his eyes off her and completely ignoring Peter as he ushered them. “May I take your coat?” Smith asked. Jane now for the first time began to have doubts, and clearly looked nervous. She starred at Peter, hoping that he would help. Peter said nothing, what was he supposed to do next to this black thug? He felt that the time to change ones mind had passed once they had entered into the flat. Jane began to undo her coat and as she opened it, it soon became apparent what Charles had ordered her to wear. She was wearing a short, flared light brown skirt which came to three inches above her knee. It was noticeable that she was wearing stocking since as she moved to take her coat off her skirt rose a little displaying the topes of her flesh colored stocking. If she bent any way forward, her suspenders and arse would clearly be on display. Up top, she wore a neat crisp white blouse which appeared to be at least one size too small, since it was very tight and it seemed her tits were ready to burst through any moment. She had kept the first two buttons undone, leaving an awful lot of cleavage on display. She looked like a girl who could be a stripper. And yet she still looked stunning. As Smith took her coat, he blatantly eyed Jane up, looking up and down at her and mentally undressed her, lingering at her enormous chest, smiling at her as he did so. Peter felt powerless to stop this brute. “This way please. Charles is waiting for you in the study.” The apartment was enormous and judging by the corridor alone, luxurious. Expensive pictures were hung on the wall and there were opulent console tables with antique vases on them. Most contained fresh flowers. They walked down the corridor, passing a number of doors until they got to the study door. Smith knocked and then opening the door, ushering the Redmans. In the study, Charles was sitting behind a large rose wood desk. Opposite the desk was a large red leather chair and to the right a smaller black leather chair. Behind him were numerous book shelves. The room was dark, lit by a solitary lamp on the desk but clearly as luxurious a study as you could find. As they entered, Charles was reading a book, and was wearing his reading glasses. He was dressed impeccably, wearing dark brown trousers, blue short, brown waistcoat and a light brown jacket. On the desk was a glass of brandy. He took off his glasses and looked up at Jane, ignoring Peter. He slowly got up, went over to her and greeted her by shaking her hand. He easily towered over her, and the physical disparity between the two was striking. Even in her 4 inch high heels, Charles was easily a good 9 inches taller. The fact that he was well built and Jane very slim, made the situation all the more intimidating. Jane starred up at him, looking into his beautiful brown eyes. Charles could tell that she was aroused by the situation, the way she looked at him and in her whispering voice greeted him. This bitch was going to be so easy to tame. “Do come, my dear. That will be all for now, Smith. “Now, my dear, why don't you sit here”. Charles pointed to the red chair in front of the desk. Giving Peter a cursory glance, “You may sit over there” pointing at the black chair, to the right of the desk. It was far away but close enough for Peter to see everything. Jane slowly walked to the chair and sat down, but as she sank into the deep chair, her skirt rose up her lovely legs, and the tops of her stocking and flesh were now clearly on display. As were her white suspenders. She frantically tried to push her skirt down to cover herself up but to no avail. It quickly became apparent that whatever she did, whilst sitting, her legs and suspenders would be on display. All she could do was fold her hands in her lap and then looked up at Charles. He was making no pretence that he was just starring at her stocking clad legs, enjoying her discomfort. Everything was proceeding to plan. He looked up at her, she still had that same nervous aroused look, he knew she was now feeling excited about stripping off in front of him. He in turn was getting very hard at the thought of shoving his giant black cock down those luscious lips. Judging by how conservative she was, he would bet that she had never sucked cock before in her life. Tonight, all that was going to change. Charles began to talk to Jane alone, there was no recognition that Peter was even in the room. He went on to explain how the evening would proceed. Jane merely nodded, offering an occasional whisper to the odd question Charles asked about her previous experience. After a few minutes or so, Charles ordered Jane to stand up. “Now, to begin with, I think it might help if you just walked up and down the room for me, this will give me a good idea of your pose and how as a stripper you would walk on a catwalk”. Jane started to walk up and down the room. As she did, her flared skirt would rise up, especially when she turned around, thus showing Charles her suspenders and flesh. Charles was delighted. She had followed his orders on what to the wear to the letter. He took particular delight at looking at her arse, beautifully raised up by her high heels. Her tits were also bouncing ever so slightly when she walked towards him, straining to be releases from the one size too small shirt he had ordered her to wear. Jane felt acutely embarrassed by the way Charles looked at her, but she continued to walk up and down the room. And soon her walk had gained a confident swagger. She started to sway her hips more and would exaggerate the way she turned, allowing a skirt a little twirl and almost showing her knickers as a result. She had also become increasingly aroused by this and panties were getting slowly damp. She also had feelings of guilt, she had almost forgotten about her darling husband, who was also sitting in the room watching everything. After a few minutes, Charles broke the silence. He had watched with delight the why in which Jane's walk had gone from a slow, deliberate walk to one of a confident swagger. More importantly, he had noticed her look of submission and desire. He had seen that look so many times before in a woman and knew that despite the presence of her husband, despite any feigned reluctance, she would do his bidding. “Jane, that was lovely. Now please come and stand in front of me.” Jane walked over to Charles and stood a few feet in front of him. All the time she looked down at the floor, her big tits rising up and down, clearly nervous. Charles believed he could see the outline of her erect nipples. He smiled. Looking at her directly, “I am pleased to see that you have followed my instructions on what to wear. That is very important in the film industry, following direct orders.” “Thank you”, she whispered, and this time she rose her head to briefly look at Charles, all the time ignoring her husband. “However, I need to be sure you followed my orders completely. In particular I need to know whether you are wearing the correct underwear. I think I got a glimpse” Charles mischievously said that “but I do need to be sure. This is a fairly provocative part and looking desirable is key. So please raise your skirt to your waist”. Jane's earlier confidence was now giving way to nerves. She wanted to display everything to this man, she needed the role and she could not stop the feelings in her now wet pussy. But what about Peter? She had not looked at Peter since she had entered the study and now she looked at him, hoping he would give a sign. However Peter's eyes said nothing. It was the look of defeat. She was on her own. She could either walk out now and lose a once in a lifetime opportunity and possibly risk her husband's career. Or she could raise her skirt. After all, it is just a few pictures, and with Peter in the room, despite her feeling, nothing could happen… Jane slowly lifted up her skirt, allowing her stockings and white suspenders to fully come into view. She stopped at her panties, not sure whether she could display them. Seeing her obvious reluctance, Charles smiled, “Raise them all the way my dear, I need to see everything”. She then raised her skirt up to her waist, allowing Charles to see what he wanted. He could tell that she had, as instructed, worn a white see through thong. He leaned forward to get a better look and could clearly tell that this had become damp. Leaning back, he spent a minute or so just staring at her young married pussy. This was effectively the first time that any man had seen it, other than her husband, who was also staring at the damp pussy on display. “Now turn around, I would like to inspect your bottom”, Charles ordered. Without hesitation, Jane turned around. Peter openly gasped at what he saw. Whilst it cams as no surprise to Charles, Peter now realized for the first time that Jane was wearing a thong. Indeed, she may as well have not worn anything since it just amounted to a piece of string that disappeared between her buttock cheeks leaving her entire arse on display. And what an arse it was. It was, Charles thought that possibly the finest he had ever seen. It was beautifully proportioned, small as he liked it, and the skin was perfect, not a blemish on it. He leant forward to get a better look and this time he could not resist touching the goods. He gently placed his hand on her right buttock and slowly stroked it. Jane gasped at the unexpected touch. She was now thoroughly turned on with what was happening. Her tits were heaving and she could feel her nipples were about to burst through her bra and shirt. Her pussy was now soaking wet. Charles continued to gently stroke her bottom, marveling at its perfection. His big black hand almost covered the entire cheek, it was so small and perfect. Whilst he was stroking Peter's young wife's arse, he noted that Peter had said nothing. He was too obeying him. He would dismiss him shortly but first he wanted to continue to inspect the merchandise, turning the innocent young wife on the process. “Tell me my dear, have you ever had your bottom spanked?” Jane was shocked by this question, “N-no, never”. She replied firmly. Good white middle class house wives go not get their bottom spanked. Do they? Without warning, Charles removed his hand from her bottom and taking it back, he brought it back down viciously on to her right cheek, spanking her hard. Jane let out a scream, this was entirely unexpected. Charles rapidly repeated the process on the left cheek, Jane screamed again. Then whispering, so Peter could not hear, he said that “All women need a good spanking, my dear”. Jane gently groaned at this, pussy getting even wetter. Charles then sat back to admire his work. Each cheek clearly had a big red imprint of his hand on it. Charles always preferred women whose arse would red easily after a spanking. When fucking a woman from behind, he often thought that the subservient bitch should be spanked hard, to remind her who was master. And bouncing red cheeks were a sign of that domination. Jane had been shocked by the spanking she had just received, but now the warm afterglow seemed to be spreading through her loins. This kind of domination was something she had always secretly craved, but knew Peter could never provide. He had always been a strictly missionary position man in the bedroom, and not someone who could dominate her as the bitch whore she secretly desired to become. Was Charles the man to dominate her? God she thought so. But what about her husband, sitting just a few feet away. She could never be unfaithful, could she? “Turn around” Charles ordered. Jane slowly turned back to face Charles, still holding her skirt up, showing her now soaking wet pussy, something which did not go unnoticed by both Charles and Peter. “You may lower your skirt my dear. Now I think there is only area left that I have not yet inspected. I think you know what it is?” Jane did. It was her tits. Her very large tits. Slowly she unbuttoned her shirt. The buttons seemed to pop open on their own accord, such was the pressure exerted on them by her massive breasts. She then opened the folds of her shirt to reveal her tits which were encased in what seemed an impossibly small, half cut, black see through bra. They barely covered her nipples which in any event were clearly visible, as they were now fully erect and pointing though. The bra was indeed a size too small, Charles had ordered this, it was designed to make her breasts spill out and to make them seem even bigger then they were. Jane's breast rose up and down. She was both nervous and turned on. Charles leaned back and spent a full minute just starring at her tits, thinking what it would be like to have them wrapped around his now throbbing cock. He was amazed that such a slim girl could have such large breasts. “What size are your breasts, my dear?” “36” “Just 36?” Jane whispered, “No, 36 DD”. “Excellent. Excellent. “Well cover yourself up, we have lots to be getting through and it is getting late.” Charles had all of a sudden reverted to the professional manner of a lawyer. Jane did her shirt up but as she sat down, Peter noticed there was now a big difference in her demeanor. Instead if trying to push her skirt down to cover herself up when she sat, she instead crossed her legs, allowing her suspenders and legs to be on display. She had now left four buttons on her short undone, leaving a lot of her tits on show. She was still ignoring Peter, instead just focused on Charles, who was going on about the money and writing out a cheque for half the $20,000. Peter barely listened to a word. After a minute or so, Charles had finished discussing finances, and again just looking at Jane, “Now my dear, we should adjourn to my studio where we can finish off with a few photos.” For the first time all evening, he then looked at Peter and said that in a manner which made it clear there would be no room for argument, “I think your presence is no longer required this evening, we can take it from here. The studio is not really big enough for three, and as you can see Jane feels more than comfortable in my presence. Don't worry about her getting back, I will see to it that Smith drops her off.” He pointed to Jane. She said nothing, refused to look at Peter and stared to her lap, breathing heavily. With her suspenders and bra openly on display to Charles, he clearly had a point. When Peter was too stunned to reply, Charles got up and taking Jane's hand led her to a door behind his desk, a door that Peter and Jane had not come in and one that Peter had not noticed before. Charles's hand was on the small of her back and just before they went out of Peter's sight, he saw the hand leave her back and rest on her arse, giving it a light squeeze. For several minutes, Peter sat in disbelief, not quite sure what had just happened. His wife was alone with a man who obviously wanted more than just photos. And she had, without even a whimper of protest, allowed it to happen. But he could have stopped it. He could have raised his objections to the obvious tactics Charles was using to seduce his wife. Why didn't't he then try and stop him? Was it the threat of physical violence that may have come his way from Smith? Or was it, that on some deep level, he wanted this to happen? Before he could come up with an answer, Smith came to the room. Looking down at Peter and as menacing as ever said “Mr. Jackson has informed me that despite telling you to leave, on reflection he feels it might be best of you observed proceedings with Jane and himself”. Peter could barely hide his relief. Jane, when they got to the studio, must have realized the danger of the situation, being left alone with a men who wanted to sleep with her, and insisted ohm her husband joining her. She would now never be unfaithful in front of him. Smith now led Charles out of the same door that Charles and Jane been through and down another long corridor. They finally stopped at one of the doors, Smith opened it and ushered Peter. Peter entered the room, it was pitch black, he was about to turn around to see what was going go, but Smith gently shoved him forward, and them slammed the door shut. When he tried to open it, he realised Smith had locked him. What was going on? He was about to slam on the door when the lights came on. He was in a small room that just had a desk and chair. On the desk there were 4 flat screen monitors, all currently turned off. Above the desk there was a large window which made up the entire wall and which looked directly into a photograph studio. The studio was huge, there were a number of lights which shone over a large double bed which was pushed up tight up against the window. There were a number of video cameras, high in stands posted in every corner of the room. At the back of the room, there was a desk, similar to the one in the study and a number of dark brown chesterfield leather chairs, but this time they faced the bed. And in the studio there were of course Charles and Jane who had clearly already started the main work of the evening. Charles, had removed his jacket and Jane had already removed her skirt. She was now just dressed in high heels, stockings, suspenders, g-string, shirt and bra. Charles was fiddling with the camera, changing the setting, and Jane was standing near the bed and it looked like to Charles she was staring right at him, through the window. When Peter looked at her and shouted “What's going on?” She merely starred at him, with a blank expression, like he was not even there. She them began to adjust her hair, and check if enough cleavage was on show. She undid one more button and opened her shirt out so more of her tits were on view. Peter then started shouting frantically, banging on the window, but still nothing. It was as if she was just looking at a mirror. Then the full horror of what was happening dawned on him, she was just looking at a mirror, but it was not any normal mirror, the bastard had installed a two way mirror. Peter could see everything whilst poor Jane merely thought that there was a large mirror above the bed. Banging on it did not help either, it was clearly several inches think. Charles's depraved brain had thought of everything. There was nothing Peter could do. Charles had of course deliberately planned this with Smith. He was now at his mercy and had to stay here and watch whatever he decided to do with his wife and there was nothing he could do to stop it. And of course Jane had no idea that her husband was just a few feet away watching everything. She thought he was now on his way back to the flat. Whatever she did tonight, she thought Peter would never know. Feeling sick to the stomach, Peter sat down to watch the horror unfold. Charles had finished with the camera settings and spoke to Jane “Now I want you to come to the end of the bed place your hands on it and spread your legs”. Peter could hear everything since the room had been wired for sound. Jane complied, bending forward and spreading her legs. She proudly thrust her bottom out and looked directly into what she thought was a mirror but was in fact, unbeknown to her, looking through a window at her husband. Peter looked at her, transfixed, her eyes were glazed over and she had her lustful look like he had never seen before. Her tits hung heavily down, almost spilling out of her shirt. Charles was taking pictures just of her arse. And then all the screens in Peter's room that hitherto had been switched off suddenly came on. They all showed various parts of the studio, and one camera had zoomed on to Jane's arse. The video cameras in the room seemed to be remotely operated as they moved in the direction of Jane. Charles wanted to take a film of this and somewhere, Peter assumed, Smith was director. Her arse was framed by white suspenders and her g-string had disappeared between her buttocks, leaving her entire bottom on display. It was still a shade pink after her earlier spanking. Between taking pictures Charles gentry stroked her arse, for no reason other than for his personal gratification. Peter noted that Jane never once objected or flinched when his hand came to rest on her bottom. Indeed she thrust her arse ever further out to Charles, as if asking him to molest her. “Now turn around and take off your shirt.” Charles ordered after a couple of minutes. Jane got up and turned around so Peter from the window could only see from behind. Thankfully Smith's direction enabled him to see everything on the TV screen. For a moment Jane did nothing, she thought about objecting, she would now be just down to her underwear, but her hands quickly started to unbutton the remaining buttons on her shirt. She wanted Charles to see how sexy she looked in the lingerie had ordered her to wear. Earlier in the day he had called to give her express instructions on what to wear. He had sounded so demanding then and made clear failure to comply would mean that she would not get the part. When he had told her to wear a half cut bra one size to small, she almost came there and then, knowing how huge her breasts would look to him. She handed him the shirt and he carefully placed it on a chair over her skirt, careful not to crease it. “Beautiful my dear.” Charles said that admiring her body. She stood upright so Charles could get a good look at her. She was now dressed just in her underwear and heels and Charles was beginning to breath heavily as his eyes devoured her body. Jane stood impassively as Charles, towering over her, took in her almost naked body. He had now got a massive hard on which Jane had noticed and was doing nothing to disguise. He loved women in stocking and suspenders and heels. Indeed he ordered his secretary to always dress like this for him. She of course had been initiated into the Ivory Club and been fucked by Charles and friends for six months now, exactly the same time as she had been married. “You have a fantastic body” he said that all the time taking pictures. “Thank you.” “Your husband is a very lucky man. Has anyone else seen you like this, dressed just in your lingerie?” “Er n-no. No one”. “Good, so I am the first. “Now I want you to put your hands behind your head and thrust your tits out to me. No need to be shy now, that's it, my girl, you are a natural. It's not cold in here, but I see that your nipples are rock hard. Jake and Randy are going to love you.” Her tits were now bursting in the small half cut bra to the point she thought they would burst through. Jane could not explain why it was happening but she was increasingly getting turned on by being ordered around by this black man. She noticed the video cameras in the corner of the room were now focusing on her and were electronically operated by someone else. Oh my God, Charles was recording this and Smith, the butler, must be the one who was operating the camera from another room God, what had she got herself to? Charles continued to order her to pose in various ways, all the time taking pictures, often he blatantly adjusted his hard on, which was clearly straining his pants. She obeyed, without question. After a few minutes, Charles wanted more. It was clear to him that she enjoyed taking orders. Posing in heels, stocking, suspenders and bra was one thing, but it was time to get to the main event. “Now my dear, I want you to take your bra off, and show me your tits”. Charles ordered in a harsh tone. This was the moment, Jane recognised. She was going to allow the only other man, other then her husband, to see her breasts. There were going to be pictures of this and a video recording. But if she took her bra off she did not know where it would end? She already felt under the control of this domineering man, what else would she make her do? Her pussy was soaking at the prospect of this, being ordered about and giving herself to this cruel beautiful man. But she loved Peter… She hesitated for a moment, since this was the first time since she had given Peter any thought since she had left him in the study. Charles noticed that Jane did not move for a few moments, and sought to put her at ease, “Don't worry, Peter need not know. We can show him the delightful shots of you just in your lingerie, and say we left it that. He need not know that you showed me your tits.” “But what about the pictures, and you seem to be recording this?”, Jane said that pointing towards the video cameras. “Peter only needs to see what we want him to see. He smiled, looking at the mirror. “These pictures and video are just for me and my friends, men who want to appreciate and enjoy your body. “Now do as I tell you and show me your tits. After all, it is what you want, isn't it Jane, you want to show me your big tits?” His friends were going to enjoy them? Not just Randy and Jake? She shuddered at the prospect but rather than being appalled at the prospect, whispered “Yes”, to Charles. God, she did want to show Charles her tits, and Peter need never know… And with that she reached back and unclipped her bra and for the first time in her young life, a man other than her husband got to see her enormous tits. They were huge and perfect with no tan marks, Jane had always seen to that they were pert with no hint of sag, with one inch erect nipples pointing out at Charles. They were some of the most beautiful tits Charles had ever seen, and he has seen plenty in his life. It was not only the fact that they were huge and perfect, it was also the body they were on. Such a slim body rarely had such big tits. They seemed to be disproportionate to her delicate frame and out of place with her angelic look. “36 DD, these are the finest pair of tits I've ever seen, Jane. They are marvelous. Are they real?” “Yes” “I must check, such perfect natural tits on a girl is rare indeed. And Jake and Randy insist that all their girls have natural tits. ” And with that without even asking Jane, he went over to her and placed both hands on her breasts. Jane gasped at this. His big hands could barely contain them, they were so big. He roughly squeezed them and Jane moaned, loudly. He roughly flicked her nipples and shook her tits up and down. “Put your hand behind your head and thrust them forward”. He barked. Jane complied, he let go and admired them. They looked even bigger. He now gently slapped her tits. Jane continued to moan. This molestation obviously had nothing to do with her audition, but Jane still did not object or even contemplate walking out, she just continued to thrust her tits out to this cruel man, He now could wait no longer, he needed to have this bitch and it was clear that she was willing to do whatever he wanted. With her tits slightly red from the slapping, Charles took a few more pictures. “Turn around. Now, without bending your legs, I want you to remove your thong.” She turned around so she was facing what she thought was a mirror but was in fact a two way mirror with her husband on the other side. What she saw, and what her husband saw, was a wanton slut. Her huge red tits were heaving up and down, her face was pink with excitement. Her thong was soaked through as her pussy was gushing with excitement. She was about to reveal her pussy to this man. After that she knew he would not be just content with pictures. Thank God Peter had left… Her fingers went into her thong and slowly she edged it down, never once bending her knees giving Charles a great view of her arse. She continued to look into the “mirror” to see what Charles was doing, and he was happily taking snaps, marveling at her stocking clad legs and arse. Finally her young pussy was fully on display and it was dripping wet. Once her thongs had reached her feet she stood up and stepped very gracefully out of it so it lay on the floor. “Now, lean forward so your hands are on the bed and spread your legs, stick you're arse out so that your pussy and arse are all on display” She again obeyed, although his requests and language were getting more and more obscene, her pussy was telling her to obey this black man. Could she really allow pictures and a video of her like this to be taken? Could she really allow herself to be talked like this by any other man than her husband? But Peter would never talk like this. And he was not here, and would never know… But Charles no longer wanted to take pictures. Smith would be recording everything, in any event. He wanted to fuck this bitch. Any young wife, who agreed to dress like a slut, ditch her husband so she could strip off for a strange black man only wanted to be fucked. He walked over and without warning started to spank her arse, lightly at first and then much harder. He loved the way her red arse contrasted with her flesh colored stockings, pretty white suspenders and frilly garters. Charles marveled at how much of a slut she had become in such a short space of time. She had clearly wanted this type of rough treatment for a very long time. And boy, it was about to get a whole lot rougher… Jane gasped and then openly started to groan. She was shocked by the abrupt change in proceedings. But she did nothing, other then shove her arse further out at Charles, almost wanting him to spank her. Her breasts hung heavily down, gently swaying with each spank. Her mouth was slightly open and she was licking her lips. This was the way she had always wanted to be treated: roughly, no regard for her feelings and utterly dominated. “You are quite the whore, Jane” “Oh please, stop”, pleaded Jane as the spanking became harder. She was of course lying, she wanted it to continue, she wanted everything to get a lot harder and a lot dirtier. “I am not a whore. Oh G-God, p-please…” “Of course you are. How else do you describe a wife who leaves her husband, allows herself to be stripped naked to just her shoes, stockings and suspenders and then spanked by a black man she hardly knows?” “Ohh, please, stop…” “Do you do this often?” “Do what?” “Strip naked in front of someone other then your husband, and thrust your arse out to be spanked” Jane closed her eyes and licked her lips. The whole situation was driving her crazy. “Oh no, please, don't. This is the first time. I never meant it to go so far…” “And why did you do it for me?” “Ohhh” “Why Jane?” There then followed a minute or so of nothing but hard, crisp firm spanks. Nothing was said and all you could hear was the sound of spanking and Jane's groans, which grew louder and louder. Charles, broke the silence, but still spanking her, “You want to be dominated. You have fantasized about stripping off in public ever since you started to get offers from all those porn studios Peter told me about haven't you? You fantacised about what it would be like to be fucked by those black men they said would be on stage with you. I bet you would have allowed those rough niggers to gang bang you given half the chance?” Jane licked her lips, inwardly she knew he was right. “And when I came along you knew this was inevitable. You wanted to feel what it was like to be under the control of a black man. Properly dominated, unlike the way your white wimp husband deals with you.” “N-no, I am a good wife…” “Shut up bitch”. Jane almost came, the crude talk and spanking had made her as horny as hell. “You don't want me to stop, do you?” “Please…” She continued to keep her bottom upright and thrust forward. Charles then did the unexpected, and actually stopped spanking her. Instead, he gently caressed her bum. He then started to gently caress her soaking pussy. Jane was now on the brink of a climax. “What do you think Peter would say if he knew your pussy had become so wet after being ordered to strip naked and then allowed a man to spank you?” As he said this, he grinned and starred into the mirror, with an evil smile, knowing that as he spoke and caressed Jane's pussy, he was starring at her husband. “Oh please. I d-don't think, ohhhh, he would be too happy. Oh god per-lease, I am married, I can't be unfaithful…” Charles ignored her and instead brought her off. Jane closed her eyes, mouth open, tongue hanging out, came with almighty groan and slumped forward on the bed. Charles moved away from her, grinning at the mirror and giving her a few moments to recover. “Now then, come and kneel in front of me. You have been brought up correctly. You know it is rude not to give after you have received”. Jane got up, turned around and faced Charles. He was right. She got to her knees and her face was now next to his crotch. Charles was now standing facing the mirror and Jane, was kneeling so Peter could only see her bright red arse through the window. He could of course see everything else courtesy of Smith filming events. Kneeling in front of him made Jane's petit frame look even smaller in front of his huge 6ft 6 frame. Charles looked down at her. “Take my cock out, bitch”. Jane nervously unzipped his trousers and fished for his penis. Once she had it sprung out, almost slapping her face. She gasped with shock, the only cock she had ever seen before was her husband's. This was no normal cock, the weapon she held, was very black and at least 12 inches long and 3 inches wide. Her mouth fell open at the ugly weapon that sprung menacingly up at her face. She never realized that cocks should be so big. She thought that this monster could never fit in her, even if she were to be unfaithful (she was still clinging to the belief that she could somehow prevent this man from fucking her) her body could not handle such a cock. Instinctively, in an almost dream like state, both her small hands held Charles's dick, she wanted to feel what it was like. It was so big, in her small hands could not fully close around it. Her beautiful engagement and wedding ring, bought by her loving husband when she had promised to always be faithful, shone brightly, in stark contrast to the ugly black weapon she now held. She had never seen anything like it before. Unconsciously she started to run her hands up and down, marveling at its size and the way it looked so big and black in her tiny hands. Already his cock had released copious amounts of pre-cum so that there was a loud slapping noise as her hands started to gently wank Charles. Charles groaned, loudly. He was impressed with the way she has immediately started to caress him without prompting. Jane was proving to be the perfect slut. Licking her hips, she looked up at him, her submissive eyes meeting his. He smiled down at her. “How many cocks have you seen in your life before this one, Jane?” “Only one my husband's” “And how does it compare?” “Oh this is so much bigger. I never knew they could be so big. It is incredible” Jane continued to look at it awe, running it up and down. “W-what do you want me to do?” She asked that looking up at him with those sweet eyes. “I want you to suck my cock”. “I have never done that before”, she replied all the while rubbing his cock. Peter had pleaded with her to give it a try, but she had always said no, thinking it disgusting and somehow going against her strict conservative upbringing. A virgin mouth, Charles thought that this time it was his turn to groan loudly. “Well you are going to suck mine.” “No no, I can't I must not. I must not be unfaithful to my husband. I am a good wife…”. It took all of Charles's self discipline not to laugh. Did she not realize the absurdity of the situation? Here she was, stripped down to her heels, stockings and suspenders, her arse red after the spanking it had received. Her tits heaving up and down, nipples massively erect. And now she was kneeling in front of him, both of her tiny hands wrapped around his cock, slowly wanking him. The tip was only a couple of inches away from her open mouth, which hung open in disbelief at the size of the monster she was expected to handle. Charles now reverted to the kind old caring man, a concerned citizen just trying to help Jane along with her career, “My dear, everyone knows that sucking a man's cock is not being unfaithful. I would never allow you to do anything you did not want. This will help you get the part, after all Randy and Jake will see a film of this, they will want to know that you are a good girl. Peter will never know, we do not need to tell him.” She had forgotten that she was being filmed. There was going to be a video of her sucking another man's cock. And a black cock at that. Other men were going to be jerking off at her, prim and proper little Jane, giving head to this black monster. This did not repulse her, in fact it turned her on. “Now, why don't you be a good girl and just start by giving it a nice lick”. Yes, Peter will never know. And God she did want to see what it was like, to have this monster down her throat, after all her pussy was again dripping wet at the prospect. So without further ado, Jane started to lick it all over. She started with the head, licking off some of his pre-cum and giving it tiny delicate kisses. She then proceeded to lick it all over, all the while wanking it. This throbbing rod of man steel seemed to become even harder and stronger as a result of her delicate ministrations. More pre-cum oozed out covering her hands as she rubbed his cock up and down, a loud slapping noise could also be heard. Jane thought that this was not so bad after all, maybe she should have done this with Peter? Or may be it was the brute of a man's dick that made it nice " “Now lick my balls” They were huge, the size of a large plum. Still rubbing his dick, she gently licked his sack. Without asking, she took one hand off his dick and squeezed his balls. Charles was now groaning ever loudly and was on the brink of cuming. Just looking down at this beautiful, innocent wife serving his enormous ugly dick and balls was almost too much. The whole evening had been something else, stripping this gorgeous bitch and then spanking her, all in front of her husband, had brought him to the brink of climax. But Charles was a patient man, he could hold back, unlike most white men, and he wanted to break in this bitch's virgin mouth. “Now bitch, suck my cock.” Jane obeyed immediately. She realised that she loved to be ordered around by this man and be told what to do. Her pussy throbbed at the prospect of sucking this monstrous cock. She obediently opened her lovely tiny mouth and allowed, for the first time, a cock to enter it. “That's it nice and gently. Take more in than that you need to take in more then a few inches. That's it, my dear. Now look up at me. Always look up at me when you sick my cock, you need to know who your Master is”. Jane could not believe she was doing this but she had almost cum again, following his orders. God how she loved sucking this man's giant cock. All the while her big white tits bobbed up and down as she frantically sucked his dick, trying to please him. She instinctively used one hand to caress his balls, holding his giant dick with the other. Charles, whilst appreciating the sterling effort Jane was making, wanted something a little rougher. When he fucked a young wife's mouth in the company of her husband, he wanted her to do it properly and put on a good show. He grabbed her head and shoved even more of his cock down her throat so her nose now pressed up into the hairs of his balls. Jane's eyes watered up as she was now sucking almost his entire cock. She looked up at him, pleading to be gentle, but he just smiled and fucked her face even harder, his balls now banging up against her chin. For a few minutes he continued fucking her face in this violent fashion, not caring one iota that this may be causing her discomfort. However, after a while he noticed that she started to move her head of her own accord. Jane was now moving her mouth up and down his dick without any persuasion. He stopped forcing her and merely placed his hands gently behind her head. All that could be heard for the next 5 minutes was the sound of cock slurping and Charles's groans, which were getting louder and louder. “That's it, my cocksucking slut, take that dick it all the way down your throat. Oh God, that's great. Yes, use your hands to play with my balls.” He started to feel that he could not hold out much longer. For a virgin cock sucker, she was doing an amazing job. Most girls struggled the first time to take it all the way down, but Jane seemed to master it at the first attempt. “God you were born to suck cock, you filthy slut. I can't believe you have not done this before. When I cum I want you to swallow every drop”. Jane, redoubled her efforts. She was proud that she was doing such a good job, making this brute happy in the process. She gently squeezed his balls which elicited an animal like groan. He was clearly close. As was Jane. Sucking cock clearly appealed to her, she was ready to cum again. She started to moan loudly, one hand continued to play with his balls and the other went down to play with her dripping pussy. Charles looked down and as ordered she was dutifully starring up at him. When he saw those delicious breast bobbing up and down and the fact that she was now playing with her pussy, wanting to cum because she was sacking black cock, Charles could hold back no more. Head cranked back, neck muscles straining and with an animal shout, he emptied his copious seed down her virgin mouth. She gratefully swallowed all she could and came in the process, her moans muffled by the still huge cock in her mouth. Charles kept his cock in her mouth for a minute or so, allowing her to suck every last drop of sperm. He was amazed how this blow job virgin managed to drink all of his cum and the way she continued to suck his semi hard cock, wanting to pay homage to it. When he finally took it out, he gently slapped it across her face, smearing her with cum. She said nothing, but continued to look up at him. She was the most submissive bitch he had ever met. Whilst Charles was enjoying humiliating Jane by slapping her face with his semi erect dick, Peter was sitting in the room next door holding his now limp dick, having jerked himself off. He had seen everything and had, humiliatingly for himself, become aroused at watching his wife first spanked by Charles and then having her face fucked. He had wanted to do that for so long but had never had the guts to force her. She had always been so conservative and prudish with him. He had admired the way Charles had so effortlessly made her his bitch, first by forcing her to strip to her lingerie, then spanking her arse until it was bright red and finally the way he viscously fucked her face without any mercy. His wife was clearly secretly a whore or who enjoyed being abused by this black monster. She had shown her real self when she thought her husband was not watching. And now Peter knew what she was really like, he could not help but get turned on. He had always wanted her to be a whore in the bedroom but thought she too conservative. Now he knew that she would, at the very least be a whore for another man, and a black man at that he did not know what he would ultimately do? Would he leave her or allow her to pursue her fantasy provided he could watch? Meanwhile in the film studio, although Charles was clearly enjoying slapping Jane's beautiful face with his cock, he still wanted more. “Now, get back on to the bed, but this time I want you on all fours. Spread your legs so that your pussy is on display and arch your back so I can see your anus.” Jane complied to the letter, spreading her legs and arching her back so that she could feel air on her anus. She looked into the mirror and unknowingly straight at her husband who, behind the hidden mirror, was once again furiously masturbating. She looked absolutely gorgeous, despite everything. Her angelic face starred into the mirror, her eyes clearly still glazed over with lust, her mouth open and her tongue licking those full luscious red lips, licking off the last few drops of Charles's spunk that she had been unable to swallow. Her massive tits hung heavily down with her erect nipples clearly showing that despite already cuming twice. Charles in turn had discreetly popped a pill of Viagra. At his age whilst he was still confident of getting erect again, he wanted to ensure his cock was as hard as steel for what was about to follow. He also started to strip off. Despite his age he still retained an impressive physique thanks to his almost daily work outs. He had the six pack stomach, the massive arms and broad shoulders. He admired his body in the mirror as he walked over to Jane, holding as tube of oil he had picked up off his desk. As he stood over, once again his impressive physique towered over the diminutive Jane. And now that he was naked, the contrast between her small white body and his massive black muscular physique made a powerful impression. He noticed that her arse was no longer as red as it had been, he could quickly rectify that. He started to spank her, and spank her hardly. No need no be gentle. He spanked each cheek in turn coloring it a fiery red. Jane groaned. And instead of trying to crawl away, she proudly thrust her bottom out, almost begging to be spanked. She so enjoyed being this man's bitch, she would do all she could to please him. She loved the feeling of being spanked, the way the warm glow would alight her pussy. She groaned even louder, closed her eyes and licked her lips. For a few minutes nothing was heard except the noise of hand on buttock. And then Charles stopped for a few seconds, squeezed some oil on to his hands and inserted one finger up Jane's arse. Jane screamed at this unexpected intrusion. Charles silenced her protests by reigning down a few vicious spanks. “Silence bitch”. “Oh p-please, what are you doing? I can't do this, I am a happily married woman….” Charles smiled at the mirror at the obvious lie and inserted another finger up her arse whilst continuing to spank her. “You like being spanked, don't you?” “Ohhh” “Admit it, you liked to be spanked and more particularly, you liked to be spanked by this black man” “N-no” “I want you to tell me how you like to be spanked by black men. Say it, bitch” Jane now opened her eyes and looking at Charles in the mirror, and, also in effect her husband, said: “I love being spanked by black men. Oooh God yes, spank my bottom. Spank it harder. So Charles did but now with three greased up fingers up her arse. Jane groaned louder and wagged her arse as the combination of arse finger fucking and spanking made her cum again, for the third time this evening. Peter could barely bring her off once during sex and now this black man had brought her off three times. And he had not yet finished. Charles stopped spanking and started to apply oil all over his now fully erect 12 inch cock. “Have you ever been fucked in the arse, my dear?” “Oh God no. P-please don't do that. It is too big and it would never fit. You promised that I did not need to be unfaithful. I don't want to be fucked. Please…” “You are lying, you want to be fucked. If you don't, you are free to leave”. Jane did not move, her red arse remained thrust out, pussy and anus fully on display. “I thought so. Every girl should be fucked in the arse. You will love it.” “No please. It is too big, what about Peter…” “Forget Peter. You are my bitch whore. Say it, “I am your bitch whore”. Jane groaned, it was true, she was his whore. Saying it would be the final admission that she was fully subjugated to his evil will. That she would do whatever she told him. Fuck him wherever and whenever he wanted. Up until now, by not admitting it, she had somehow convinced herself that she had not become his slut and could, despite sucking his cock, remain “faithful” to Peter - i.e not fuck Charles. But at the same time she wanted be his whore, wanted to feel his cock in her, be treated roughly with no thought for her feelings. The more abuse he meted out, the more Jane liked it. She felt utterly helpless in the presence of this black man. “Yes, I am your bitch whore” she finally admitted. It was her destiny to serve this black man, and Peter does now know, does he?” “Now ask me kindly to fuck you in arse with my big black cock”. The young wife did not say a thing, instead she just moaned. She desperately wanted him to fuck him her pussy but she knew that he wanted to humiliate her by taking her white married arse. Charles resumed his spanking. Wanting to please this man, Jane looked at Charles in the mirror and licking her lips said that “P-please fuck me in my bottom with your big black cock”. “Well, now that you have asked that I will have to oblige. Reach back with your hand and guide my cock to your arse ". Jane reached back and felt for his cock. Her tiny hand grasped it, once again it was rock hard, and if anything it felt harder and wider than it did when she had had her face fucked. Indeed, Charles could not remember the last time he had felt so hard. The sight of her perfect pretty arse, a dark shade of red from his spanking and all lovingly set off by her innocent lingerie, about to be fucked by his giant cock was too much. He genuinely wondered whether she could take it all, few women could but he was confident that he could fully break this slut. She nervously placed his cock at the entrance of her anus and then withdrew her hand. Charles took over, marveling at the way his black cock contrasted with the redness of her bottom. Slowly and gently at first he pushed his cock up against her anal opening. She resisted at first, but with increased force her sphincter yielded and Charles was able to insert the head of his cock to her bottom. She screamed out load with pain, desperately trying to crawl away but Charles held on to her waist firmly, preventing her from moving away from his dick, his big black hands almost circling her tiny white waist. “No p-please don't. It's too big. Way to big. Can't. Won't fit in”. Was all she cried. “Shut up, bitch” And with that he slowly inserted several more inches so that now half his cock was buried up her bum. God she was tight, he thought. He decided to give her a few moments to get used to the size. Jane was still desperately trying to get away, screaming out load for him to stop. All the while her he held on to her tightly. “Please don't, it hurts too much. Fuck my pussy, my mouth anything. Ohhhhh…” She cried, her hands now clutched the sheets so tightly her knuckles had gone white. But still she kept her arse raised high up for him. “Slut, you will take my cock all the way up you arse, whether you like it or not.” Just a few feet away, Peter watched, furiously wanking himself off as he looked on the amazing scene ahead. Jane's face was contorted with agony, whilst Charles face was screwed up in determination. The absolute determination to bugger his young wife. Peter had no feelings of stopping the obscene events ahead of him, even if he could. Instead he felt the bizarre desire to see his small wife buggered by this giant man. To see whether her tiny frame could really accommodate such a giant cock in her bottom. Silently, he willed Charles on to finish the job and fuck his wife up the bum. And that's what Charles did. He decided the best way forward, amidst all the howls of protest was to go deeper, and he pushed a further 10 inches, leaving just 2 inches out. He decided if he went any more she may faint. Ignoring her screams of protests, he now slowly moved his cock in and out, but only removed and reinserted a few inches. Charles for the first time this evening, whilst sodomising the young wife, decided to be considerate, and not immediately be too rough. After a while, Jane's resistance began to subside and the protests stopped. Leaning back Charles began to slide more and more of his cock in and out of her, all the while gently slapping her buttocks. Jane looked up, she saw her mouth open in shock, her large tits swaying back and forth and this huge black man behind her with an evil grin, dick up her virgin ass and his hand coming down on her upturned ass cheeks. “How does it feel to have a black man's cock up your married white arse?” “Oh please, stop, it is way too big” “Admit it, you love having this giant cock up your ass”. It was true, she did. The initial feelings of pain were beginning to subside and were being replaced by ones of arousal. Her pussy once more was dripping wet. “How do you think you husband would feel if he knew you like to be buggered?” “Oh please stop, you are b-buggering my poor bottom” Not for the first time she lied to cover up her how she felt. But unfortunately for Jane her body had already started to betray how she truly felt. Without knowing it, she had started to push her bum back on to Charles's dick so that he was able to slide at least 6 inches comfortably in and out, always leaving 4 inches permanently. As with the fucking of her mouth, Jane responded well to the rough treatment meted out, be it the spanking or his crude domineering language. She loved to be treated and talked to like a whore. Charles now grabbed hold of her hair, jerking her head back and started to fuck her mercilessly. Within no time he was able to slide all 12 inches to her. “Beg me to fuck your ass, bitch” “Oh God yes, please fuck my married white ass with you big black cock. Oh God, yes. So fucking good. Fuck me harder with that big black cock”. The slut learnt well. And with that Charles started to hammer into her, all the while he holding on to her blonde hair, pulling her head back, telling what a naughty slutty wife she was, did her husband know that she liked it up the arse and how he enjoyed fucking her. His other hand reached under her to grab her swaying tits. Kneading them roughly, leaving big red marks. Unsurprisingly Jane came several times in response to this rough treatment and the way it looked to her in the mirror ahead - this giant black man behind her, up her arse, fucking her roughly. She hoped Smith was capturing everything, she wanted Charles and his friends to enjoy her performance on film also. As she came she pleaded for him to fuck her harder, to treat her like his bitch. And he did. He now let go of her hair and started to fuck her violently for at least 10 minutes. Jane's tits shook in response to the assault and Jane came again and again, all the time managing to keep her arse high up in the air for him. Sweat now covered all of Charles's body. He was close to cuming. His muscles and neck began to tense up. But before he came, he held back, he had one last obscene act to perform on this young wife. He pulled his dick out of her bum. “Kneel on the floor, bitch”. Jane was confused, she was convinced he would take pleasure in her bowels. But she did what she was told and knelt on the floor, in front of him. His dick was now hovering directly in front of her mouth. “Suck it”, he ordered. Peter was shocked. Surely his young conservative wife would never place that thing in her mouth after it had been up her bum? He was wrong. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and Charles slid all 12 inches effortlessly down her throat. So willing was she to serve this man, she was quite happy to allow him to fuck her mouth straight after it had been up her arse. He now fucked her face and, feeling exhausted, he allowed Jane to do all the work. Her merely stared down at her eyes as she looked up at him and watched in appreciation as she moved her head up and down his cock, loudly slurping in the process. He was very impressed that he had not needed to use any force to persuade Jane to take his cock in her mouth after it had been up her arse. Charles had often found girls a little reluctant to do so but Jane was quite special. For a good few minutes she blew him off furiously. And then, as his sweat covered muscled body all tensed up, he threw his neck back and emitting sound that you would normally hear in the jungle, groaned loudly as he came, emitting copious amounts of spunk down the throat of this young innocent wife. Jane, as a dutiful slut, swallowed every last drop, determined not to displeasure Charles. She had not, even for a second, questioned the order to put his cock in her mouth after it had been up her bum. Indeed, the thought had spurred her on and she had eagerly bobbed her head up and down the monster, taking it all, kneading his balls so that he could relieve himself once more down her mouth. It was the least she could do, after the glorious way he had treated her tonight. After a minute or so of Jane milking his cock for every last drop of cum, Charles withdrew his now rapidly deflating penis from her mouth. He was exhausted. If he was a few years younger, he would have had the stamina to fuck her young pussy, but not tonight. He was done for the evening. And for the first time since they had left the study, Charles spoke in a gentle, kind manner, “Thank you my dear. That was quite wonderful. You are a very talented young lady, and I will have no hesitation in recommending to my friends that they meet with you. But it is now getting late and I must rest. And that delightful husband of yours must be wondering where you are. Why don't you freshen up in the bathroom over there and I will get Smith to drive you home. I will be in touch ". And with that Charles left the room, leaving Jane kneeling on the floor happy in the knowledge that he had initiated one of the finest sluts he had met into The Ivory Club. She was a little taken aback with his change in manner. She had hoped that he would have been able to fuck her pussy, it was ready for him after the ass to mouth episode. She had not expected a return to the gentlemanly old lawyer routine so quickly after she had seen this man viciously fucked both her mouth and arse. Reluctantly she got up and, collecting her clothes, made her way to a door in the far corner of the room which Charles had pointed out to her as the bathroom. Meanwhile, in the adjoining room, sat, completely unbeknown to Jane, her husband, Peter, who had been forced to watch everything, from every angle, thanks to the video that Smith was recording. He had seen his once prim conservative wife, change to a rampant slut who loved being spanked, having her arse and mouth fucked. And in the process Peter had jacked off three times. Whilst initially a reluctant voyeur, he had surprised himself by how much he had willed his boss on to fuck his wife and bring out the slut in her. He zipped himself up and waited to be released from this room. Within a few minutes the door was unlocked and Smith, whose expression was blank despite obviously gaining much pleasure from watching the young wife get mouth and ass fucked, politely ushered Peter out and led him towards the front door. “Mr Jackson asked me to express his gratitude to you for allowing Mrs Redman to participate in today's interview. I think we call all say it went very well”. Peter looked down at the floor in complete humiliation. It was awful, allowing this black brute to openly talk about the way that had all enjoyed watching Jane get fucked. “Mr Jackson also asked me whether you would like a lift home, it is late?” “Err…”. The last thing Peter wanted was a lift home with this brute of a man. “But what about Jane, I thought you were going to drop her off…” “I have ordered a taxi for Mrs Redman. Now let's head to the car shall we?” It was of course a rhetorical question and Smith walked Peter out of the flat, to the lift and down to the car park where Charles's large black limo waited. It was a very large limo, one where at the back you had two large seats facing one another, with room for drinks and a TV etc. All the windows were blacked, out making it impossible to see who was in the car. Charles opened the front passenger seat for Peter, he was not going to be allowed to sit in the back in comfort, as he had hope that but rather sit next to the driver, Smith, who would no doubt talk all the way through, winding him up about what had just gone on. Peter got. Smith went around to the driver's door, opened it and said “Would you believe it I have forgotten something, wait there, I will be back in a minute”. And with that he left Peter sitting in the car and went back upstairs. “Dumb nigger”, Peter thought. With the odd exception, such as Charles, they were all a waste of space. Good for very little, other than fucking, perhaps? Five minutes later, Peter heard footsteps and, to his horror, there was Smith and Jane! What was he doing? Now she would know that he had seen everything. That was never part of the deal. He shifted down so she could not see him. Smith opened the back passenger door for Jane and she got. She did not know that Peter was in the front since separating the back seats from the driver was a black window which allowed no visibility from the back whatsoever. Of course from the driver's side, you could clearly see. Charles's penchant for two way mirrors extended to cars as well as studies. Smith got, seeing Peter almost sitting on the floor he could not help but laugh. “Don't worry, she can't see a thing, the window only allows us to see through.” Peter got up and nervously looked back, he was right, she again had no idea. He was there. Peter noted how Jane looked, once more she looked like a prim and proper conservative wife. Her grey coat was done up tightly so as not to reveal her short flared skirt that could barely cover her bum, or her tight shirt which could barely contain her tits. She had managed to tidy up hair, clean her face of any remnants of Charles's spunk and reapplied her red lipstick. She looked like she had just been to one of those WASP ladies dinners that happen all the time in down town Manhattan, instead of just coming out of an apartment where she had been violently fucked by a black man. She put her small hands in her lap and with a contented look starred out of the window. Smith set off, not a word was spoken between the two men. As they drove Jane thought through what had happened. My God there was no denying it, she had loved it. The way he brutally treated her, spanked her bottom, which was still sore, brutally fucked her mouth, twice, and then without mercy, ignoring her pleas, took her arse. Few men could pull it off. Few men could bring out the submissive nature in her. But she now knew what she had always secretly suspected. She wanted to be dominated by big black men. But what about Peter, dutifully waiting for her at home, she supposed? She loved him and decided she needed to be strong and, for the sake of their marriage, despite her desire to be fucked again by Charles and other black men, she would now always be faithful. She could resist the temptation of black cock, couldn't she? The fact that her pussy was again dripping wet having relived the events told its own story… After a few minutes of trying to negotiate the downtown NY traffic, Smith decided to go through the back roads. Peter assumed it was to find a short cut. God it was desperately run down in some parts of the neighborhood. And why were we going down such a narrow dark street Charles wondered? Smith had taken them to the back streets of Manhattan, to one of the less desirable parts of town. He knew this area well, since this is where he was from. The alley he was in now was very narrow, there were large buildings on either side and rubbish carts everywhere. It was also deserted, no one these days, other then tramps, visited here. It used to be occupied by thugs and criminals, like Smith, but Giuliani had got rid of all those people years ago. Smith stopped the car and looking at Smith, in a menacing tone said that “Stay here and don't move”. And with that he got out of the car and walked over to the rear passenger door opened it and got in next to Jane. Jane, who like Peter, had become concerned at the detour and with the car coming to a stop, moved over and allowed Smith. Smith was huge, similar height, to Charles, but was if anything even more muscular and more intimidating. That was helped by his sheer ugliness, his 3 inch scar don the side of his face and two front gold teeth which now flashed at Jane as he smiled at her. Saying nothing, his hand went to her coat belt and undid it, opening it out revealed her slutty outfit. He helped her take her coat off. Once again her tits heaved up and down at this completely unexpected turn of events. Still not saying a word and just smiling at her, he roughly grabbed one of her tits and started to maul it. He then placed one of his hands on her legs, which had remained crossed, and moved it up so it came to lie on the flesh above her stockings. Peter was, of course, watching everything. Like Jane, he had not been prepared for this. He was utterly transfixed with what was going on. Jane was groaning as Smith molested her still covered breasts, but it was the contrast between the two, which was even more striking than it had been with Charles, which made this particular tableau so fascinating. Not only did Smith's massive frame make Jane look even more tiny, it was his ugliness compare to her stunning angelic beauty which made it so absurd. Jane was beginning to find the whole situation a turn on, being, she thought alone, with this ugly giant black man, a man who was obviously not afraid of violence and who would not hesitate to rape her, if she refused whatever he wanted. And being in this seedy part of town, where a vagrant or violent criminal could watch them. She moaned loudly at the prospect… But she was determined to be faithful. But maybe she could have one last go, after all she really did have no choice this time, did she? Smith was no Charles. If need be, she knew he would violently rape her. “W-what do you want?” she whispered. His ugly scar face smiled down on Jane, “Do you think I would spend all that time making that fuck fest video for Jackson and his ponsy friends if I was not able to sample the goods? “I want to fuck you too, and fuck you hard. You cant get enough of black dick, can you bitch?”. “Oh p-please. I want to go home, to my husband. I can't…” she really knew that she had no choice but to fuck this ugly man. And she actually wanted to, despite the obvious concern that he could be too rough. “Of course you can. Now kneel in front of me and get my dick out.” She hesitated. “Do it, bitch, don't make me force you.” And with that Jane obeyed. She crawled off her seat to kneel between Smith's legs, which he had now spread, placed her hands on his lap and started to unzip him. Smith meanwhile reached back to flip up her small flared mini skirt on to her back and told her to spread her legs and stick her aarse out. When she did he gave it a few slaps. Peter now had a wonderful view of his wife's arse being spanked. He noted that she was not wearing knickers, just her stockings and suspenders, Charles must have kept her thong. He could also already see that her pussy was looking wet. When his cock sprung out, Smith sat back and, starring at Jane, said that “That's it girl, rub it up and down like that. Good girl, you are a real natural at this…” Jane looked at his cock. Unbelievably, it was bigger and uglier than Charles's. It was at least 13 inches long and a little wider. Her tiny hands could not close round it and she used both of them to gently wank him. Massive amounts of precum had already been released, covering her small hands, and making a squealchy noise as she wanked him off. After a while, he gently placed one hand behind her head and pushed her mouth towards his cock. Smith did not need to be rough, he knew that the threat of violence and force was all pervading, she would do what he said. And true enough, without saying a word, Jane's beautiful face and mouth came right up to this ugly dick and she started to give it little loving kisses. Kisses you would normally associate when kissing a child, were now being applied to this huge cock. She started on the head and then kissed it all over, worshipping it. After a minute or so she started to lick it, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum. And when she had licked it once, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and allowed, for only the second time in her life but the second time tonight, a cock to enter her mouth. And both had been big and black. She could barely fit it in and Smith swore he heard her jaw muscles crack as she stretched her jaw to allow more. Soon, without any prompting from Smith, she had established a rhythm and was able to take almost all of it. As she started to fuck him with her mouth, there were muffled sounds of moaning from Jane. As with Charles, sucking black cock turned her on and she was getting close to her climax. As she caressed his balls, she looked up, her beautiful eyes looking pleadingly and almost lovingly into his ugly face, looking for approval. Smith merely smiled. “Now, bitch I want you to suck each of my balls”. Jane ceased sucking his cock and bent down to take one giant plum size ball to her mouth whilst one hand remained on his cock, wanking it. Peter now, for the first time, had a good view at Smith's cock. Like Jane he was stunned at its size. Jane's tiny hand made it look even bigger. He noticed her engagement and wedding ring sparkled brightly up against the black dick. She was going to be unfaithful again, twice in one night. Both times she was forced but ultimately it was what she wanted. Peter unzipped himself and took out his small cock. After she had sucked both balls, Smith said that “Now come up here, I want to play with those big white tities of yours. She straightened up and shuffled forward so she was kneeling right next to him, up against his groin. Smith started to kneed her tits through her shirt and then, all of a sudden, and without warning, he ripped her shirt open, buttons flying off in all direction. Jane screamed. She was no longer wearing her bra and her tits bounced up and down in shock. He took one in each hand and squeezed. He then started to suck them, Jane moaned as a result. Surprisingly gentle, he spent a few minutes sacking and playing with her tits. Jane was on the brink of an orgasm as a result, watching this ugly brute play with her as he pleased had released those similar feelings. She loved being dominated and abused. The rougher and dirtier the better. “Bitch, wrap those white t! tties around my big black cock” She had never done this before, her tits were essentially cock virgins. Taking both her tits in her hand, she wrapped them around his cock, and rubbed them up and down. “That's it, fuck my black cock with those big tities of yours. Tell me how much you love my cock”. “I love your black cock. It is so big and powerful” His cock looked so black up against her white tits. Every time she rubbed it and the head came up to her mouth, without asking she would lick the head or give it a kiss. After a few minutes of this, Smith was ready to cum. “Bitch, that's it I am going to cum. Oh God you delightful bitch I am going to cum!!!” Smith roared And with that Jane opened her mouth and took all of his cock in and swallowed. And boy did she need to swallow. Smith came and came. Remarkably she was able to swallow every last drop. Once she removed her mouth from his cock she noted that his dick had not deflated one bit and remained as hard as ever. She continued to rub it. “Now then, that was nice as a starter, now we come to the main course. Get on all fours and stick your ass in the air”. As was her wont these days, she was a slut for black cock so she obeyed. She got on all fours, her lovely face only a matter of a feet or so away from her husband who was watching intently from behind the black screen. Her shirt hung down as did her t " ts. Smith crawled over to her and flipped her skirt on to her back, revealing her arse framed by suspenders. “Now then, I believe there is one hole that has still to be satisfied. Now which one is it?” “M-my vagina”, she whispered. “Your what?” “Sorry, m-my pussy” “Yes, your married white pussy.” Smith started to gently caress it, Jane closed her eyes, licked her lips and moaned, all the time thrusting her bottom back at Smith. “I can either fuck your married pussy, or I can fuck your arse again. The choice is yours?” “P-please, do not f-fuck my poor bottom. Your cock is too big.” “So ask me what you want?” Closing her eyes, and accepting the inevitability of the situation, the young wife replied, “Please fuck my married white pussy”. She could now barely get the words out, she was that close to her umpteenth orgasm of the night. “As you wish, bitch”. And with that he placed the giant head of his cock up against her pussy lips and slowly tried to push it. At first his cock seemed too big for her tight cunt, and he could not make any headway. But after exerting a lot more pressure, he managed to get the head. “Oh my God!” screamed Jane. “Take it out, please. Way too big. It will never go, it hurts too much”. Smith silenced her howls or protests with a good few spanks. Jane shut up. Smith needed few words to get his point across. He pushed more. “God you are fucking tight”. He finally spoke. “You have never been fucked there by a real man's cock, have you bitch?” “G-God no. I have never been fucked by a black cock”. Peter, if possible, was even more humiliated. With that Smith slammed all 13 inches up her young pussy. “Ohhh God no” Jane screamed. “Too big please take it out”. Jane had never felt so full in her life before. She now knew that what she had experienced with Peter was actually not fucking. This was fucking. Smith grabbed hold of her hair and yanked her head back. She was now looking right into the black window partition and could see the reflection of her face. Behind it, Peter looked straight back in awe, amazed that his wife could accommodate such a cock. He wanked furiously, now totally consumed by the spectacle just a few feet away. The massive ugly black figure of Smith was now hammering furiously to the beautiful petite Jane, all the while holding on to her blonde hair, as if he was riding a horse. His other hand was cruelly spanking her buttock cheeks. Her tits were shaking up and down, nipples erect. Jane's mouth was wide open and she was no longer complaining, instead she was cuming and cuming. “Tell me how you like my cock in your married pussy, bitch” “Ohh God, it is so big and wonderful. Please fuck my married white pussy with your big black cock. Oh yes, please fuck me hard. Like that. Ooohhh sooo deep, fuck me like the bitch whore I am.” Smith now let go of her, and grabbing her tiny waist with his huge hands, spent the next few minutes fucking her pussy like it had never been fucked before. She must have come half a dozen times in the process. Her tits were shacking wildly and every now again Smith would grab them. “You like it don't you bitch. Tell me how much you like black cock, I bet it is better than your husband's”. “Oh God, yes. So much bigger. So much better. Your cock is so much bigger than my husband's Please fuck me, don't stop. Oh yes, fuck me harder with that big black cock. Fuck my married white pussy” Peter was shocked and humiliated. Seeing it was one thing, hearing it was very painful. He was also shocked by her crude language. She had always been so proper before, barely swearing. Now as she turned into a black man's slut, her language had become whore like too. “Are you my slut, bitch? Will you let me fuck you when I want?” “Oh yes. I am your slut. You can fuck me with that big black cock whenever you want.” “What about your husband, do you not mind that you now prefer nigger cock”. “Oh God no, please, I need your black cock”. She replied in all honesty. Smith's face was now contorted with anger. He was close to cuming and, if possible looked even uglier. He gritted his teeth, showing off his gold insertions. His eyes were almost shut. He then threw his head back and his neck muscles were all contorted as he came up her young pussy. The volume of spunk was considerable and Jane could feel it gushing in her. She came too. After a minute of so of calming himself down after his orgasm, Smith withdrew from Jane, sat back in his seat, exhausted. He was covered in sweat from his exertions. He took off his jacket and tie, undid a few buttons on his shirt to cool down. Jane remained on all fours, too tired to move, her arse up in the air, and head resting on the opposite seat. She was utterly spent after being thoroughly fucked by Smith and Charles. She had never been treated so roughly in her life before. She had loved every moment. She knew what a slut for black cock she had become. Smith looked at her abused red arse cheeks, admiring the way she still remained on all fours, waiting for his order. He had cum so much a lot of spunk had dribbled out of her pussy on to her leg. Her pretty innocent lingerie looked so inappropriate up against her abused pussy and red spanked arse. But at the same time it looked so good. Smith started to play with hic cock again. He was getting hard. He had had her mouth and pussy and there was now only one place left to try. Her arse. “Take off your clothes but leave on your shoes, stockings and suspenders. I have not finished with you yet”. Jane did what she was told. And whilst she was getting undressed, so did Smith, revealing his massive black muscular frame. His bulging forearms were covered in tattoos that had been done when he had served time in county. He looked ugly and terrifying. Once she was dressed appropriately, Smith ordered her to suck his cock. She crawled over and kneed between his spread legs. For the fourth time this evening, she started to suck a black cock. Smith just leaned back, once more admiring the way she could take all of it down, moaning all the time, taking herself to the brink of yet another orgasm. “Suck it good bitch, this cock is going down your arse next, and I aint got no grease to make it easy.” She groaned at the prospect and redoubled her efforts. After five minutes he withdrew his cock from her mouth and, picking her up, sat her down on the seat. Getting up he spread her stocking clad legs and placed his dick up against her arse and pushed. Jane looked down in utter fear at the monstrous cock that was about to invade her most private of parts. Her beautiful face then looked up at Smith, looking for some respite. His ugly face was just grinning down at her. He looked terrifying and she knew better to resist such a man's will. Despite the anal reaming she had suffered earlier with Charles, she was still tight down there and Smith was finding it difficult. God how he wished he had some lubricant to grease this bitch up. But life had taught him to never give in and with an almighty effort he managed to get the head of his cock. “Ahhhh!!!. Please no, your cock is too big. God look at it, it is going up my arse. Too big. Too god damm big…” Smith ignoring her pleas, managed to get 9 inches. And now, without showing her any mercy, he started to pound her with all his considerable force. “Take that dick up your arse. God damm your fucking ass is so tight. Bitch, look up at me when I fuck you”. Jane's beautiful, sweet angelic face looked up at the evil ugly muscular brute of man who was fucking her arse. Her mouth was open in pain and fear, and all that came out of her were little screams. Her tiny white hands were pushing his taught black muscular stomach, trying in vain to stop the thrusting. Smith just grinned at her, loving the way her massive tits bounced up and down with his fucking, like two big blobs of vanilla jelly. Not entirely unexpectedly, Jane's pain was replaced with one of arousal and pleasure. She started to push up to meet his brutal thrusts, tits bobbing wildly. “Fuck my married white ass with your black cock. Ohh fuck me. God I love this cock up my ass. Fuck me harder.” And Smith did. Mercilessly for at least 10 minutes. He kept her legs spread with his arms, her beautiful high heel shoes sticking up in the air, almost in surrender at the brutal fucking she was getting. Smith looked down at her, always ordering her to look at him. He wanted her to know that she was being arse fucked by such a brutal black man, that a snotty posh white bitch could come again and again because of a black man. As he came close to cuming, saliva dripped down from his mouth on to Jane. “I am going to cum bitch, tell me how much you want it”. “Come in my ass. Come in my married white ass. Your cock is so big, so good, I could fuck it all day. You can fuck my ass whenever you want…” “Is the biggest cock you ever had?” “Oh yes. Much bigger than my husband's, bigger then Charles's. Fuck my ass harder, oh please…” And with that all his muscles tensed up and he came, flooding her bowels with his cum. And she came too. And so did Peter. As both Smith and her got ready, she contemplated on what had happened these past couple of hours. Jane had become a true slut for black cock. She had been thoroughly abused by two black men. One a supposedly conservative lawyer, the other a convicted thug. Both had been just as rough and uncompromising and both times she had loved it. She now prepared herself for going home and meeting the man she still loved, her husband. The man she thought did not know about how much of a whore she was really… To be continued...