Message-ID: <40492asstr$1042841404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: toyalakekt@netscape.net (PornWriter) X-Original-Message-ID: <7c6864dd.0301171019.41e0c59f@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 17 Jan 2003 18:19:30 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 17 Jan 2003 10:19:30 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} RP: Young Black Houswife Date: Fri, 17 Jan 2003 17:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Reposting this story that I started several years ago. Since then, I have had to attentend to "real life" situations, and had to abandon my writting. Now, I am back and can begin to write again. I hope my stories are enjoyable. Please let me know if you wish that I continue this one by emailing me at toyalakekt@netscape.net Best regards, PornWriter Young Black Houswife Chapter I Mary Jones, the 23 year old black woman, just married, lay back on the bed, stretching out her 5’ 4” frame, her 36D tits standing firm on her brown frame. She rolled over to embrace her new husband, finding his side of the bed empty. Thinking, “damn, alone again”. Mary rolled out of the bed, and donning her house robe, stumbled sleepily into the kitchen to make herself some coffee. Rick, her husband of 3 months, was proving to be a resounding loser. Uneducated, and mostly unemployed, except for the day jobs at landscaping that he managed to land from time to time, he constantly proved himself inadequate as a provider. As she thought back over things, Mary could not understand what she had ever seen in him in the first place. Oh, he could be so charming, knew all the right things to say, and finally convinced the young black woman that he could be expected to accomplish great things. “Shit,” she thought, “how could I have been so stupid” as she looked into the empty cupboard, reaching for the cheap instant coffee. Running water into the teapot, she set it on the stove, turning on the gas, hearing the flame catch. Mary sat at the rickety kitchen table, her mind wandering. So unhappy was the black newlywed. She had always wanted a man to take care of her. Now, she realized, she would have to go out and work too, even though Rick had promised that she would never have to work again a day in her life. Her parents had tried to warn her about the shiftless Rick. They had detected his nature, as parents seem to be capable of doing. She had ignored them. Convinced that Rick would be able to turn it around and become productive. Now, the lonely Negress realized that she should have listened. The whistle of the boiling teapot woke her from her reverie at the same time that she realized that the doorbell was ringing. Springing up, she shut of the fire and went to the door. Looking through the eyehole she saw Tommy, the 15-year-old white boy standing there. Tommy delivered their paper and she realized that today was collection day. She also realized, ruefully, that she didn’t have the money to pay. She sighed. Opening the door she stood before the young white boy, in her house robe. Tommy drew in his breath. He had always admired the young black woman, always watched the gentle sway of her hips, and how her tits jiggled under the thin blouses she wore. Now, seeing her in her house robe, he could just imagine what lay underneath. “Hello Ms. Jones, I am here to collect for the paper,” he said, drinking in the sight of the dusky beauty before him. Mary felt so awkward that she could not even afford to pay the boy the $5.75 for the paper. Here she was, a grown woman, having to explain to the 15-year-old boy why she couldn’t pay it. Never the less, she tried. “Um...Tommy, we are a little short right now, could you come back next week? I promise that I’ll be able to pay it then.” “Gee Mrs. Jones,” the young white boy replied, “I don’t know, I have to pay too, and you are already behind 3 weeks. I guess I will have to stop delivering here.” Mary cringed, not believing that her and Rick were so poor that they couldn’t afford to pay for the daily paper. “I’m really sorry Tommy, really sorry, but we have run into some problems and the money has been tight lately, but I would still like to be able to get the paper.” The young white boy began to formulate a plan. A plan that would allow him to, maybe, live out his fantasy of fucking the sweet young black bride. “Could I have a glass of water, Mrs. Jones?” he asked. “Sure,” Mary replied, relieved that the subject had changed, “c’mon in.” Tommy walked into the house, and Mary closed the door. “Wait here, be right back,” she said, as she turned to walk back to the kitchen. Tommy watched her hips sway sexily under the robe as she walked away, and felt his cock twitch. Tommy knew that the young brown-skinned bride was having money problems, and knew that he would be able to exploit it. Now was his chance. Mary walked back into the living room, a tall glass of cold water held out in front of her, not noticing that the front of her robe had opened, revealing the smooth expanse of her brown thighs to Tommy’s eyes. “Here ya go sport!” she chirped, trying to sound normal, even though she felt the shame of owing this young white kid money. Tommy took the glass from her hand, and, taking a sip said, “sit down Mrs. Jones.” Mary was taken aback at the tone of the young boys voice. The previously respectful tone had been replaced with a commanding one. A tone that she found hard to resist. So, sit she did. Tommy continued, “you know that my dad is the sheriff here? You know that I can tell him that you refuse to pay me, and he will have to do something about that?” Mary, shocked, swallowed hard. “T-T-T-Tommy, what on earth are you talking about? It’s only a few dollars for the newspaper!” Tommy grinned, loving the fact that he had un-nerved the 23-year-old black wife with his statement. He could see a light patina of sweat form over her full lips. She was nervous all right, and he gained confidence. “Mrs. Jones,” he continued, “I also know Mr. White, your landlord, and he tells me that you are behind in the rent by 2 months, and he is getting tired of it, and is ready to go to my dad to have you and your husband evicted.” Mary gasped. The vulnerable feeling that she had initially felt intensifying. She knew that there was nothing that she could say to refute this, as it was true. Her worthless husband hadn’t brought any money in, and they were behind in the rent. That this youngster knew hit her in the gut, and she felt shame. “Mrs. Jones, I can get my dad off your back. I can make the problem go away. But, there is something I will want in return.” Mary, stunned, just stared at the little white boy sitting on her couch, looking at her with unabashed lewdness, tried to comprehend what was going on. Was she going to be blackmailed by a teenage white boy? How had she gotten herself in this situation? What would she do now? What could she do? She decided to brazen in out. “Tommy, what are you talking about? We are caught up on the rent, things ain’t that bad. Rick is working now, and will make the money we need to pay our bills.” Even as she said it, she felt another flush of shame as she realized that she was explaining her finances to a teenaged white boy. “You’re lying.” Tommy deadpanned. “You and Rick are behind in all of your bills, and the creditors have already been complaining to my dad.” His blue eyes, which had previously seemed so liquid, turned to gray steel. “and Mrs. Jones, I can make it all stop.” Mary, realizing the truth of his words, stammered “wh-what do you want?’ felling little shamed by the whine in her voice. Tommy stood and walked over to stand in front of the now frightened you black girl. “Suck my dick" he said. Mary looked up into the steely blue eyes of the teen white boy, not believing what she had just heard. “Wh-what?” she asked. “I said,” the young white boy answered the black woman, “suck my dick, and all your problems will go away.” The young married Negress tried to comprehend her situation. Her she was, owing money to this young white teen god, and he was a god to her right now. She felt her cunt spasm at the thought of being in his power. “Mrs. Jones,” he said, interrupting her thoughts, “you will suck my dick, or face my dad. And you know that Rick, your husband, has already been arrested several times. Once more, and you are on your own. So, suck my cock Mrs. Jones, or go to jail with him.” Mary knew she had no choice, this teenage white boy had the power to see her freedom taken away. Timidly, she reached out to his zipper, dragging in down, looking up into the youngsters eyes with a pleading look in her own brown eyes, and, reaching inside, dragged out his cock, stroking it as she did so, feeling the shame flood through her as she saw herself as she was, a black woman, getting ready to suck the cock of a young white boy. Tommy grinned down at the submissive black wife, groaning as he felt her hand take his cock, and begin to stroke it back and forth. He looked down on her, his dream come true, the black housewife stroking his cock. “That’s it, Mrs. Jones, jerk my dick...and suck it...NOW!” The young black wife obeyed the teen white boy, despite herself. She took his golden dick in her dark hand and jerked it, her head moving forward until her lips touched the hard white dick. As soon as she made contact with the smooth head of his dick, she knew she was lost. The lonely black wife stuck out her tongue, liking at the pre-cum on the end of the teen dick in her face. The teen god in front of her making her forget that she was married. That she was black. All that mattered was the cock. “That’s it Mrs. Jones, love my dick, suck it, sucking my cock means your freedom.” Hearing these words, Mary opened her lips, engulfing the throbbing cock in her mouth. Tommy reached down into the opening of her robe and found her tit. Began to heft it in his hand, knowing that he had the little black wife exactly where he wanted her, feeling the power over her, “suck my teen dick, Mrs. Jones” he said. Mary felt another flush of shame, and at the same time excitement. “He can save me,” she thought, “he can get me out of trouble, I have to please him.” Mary sucked on the cock of her white teen boy lover. She sucked for all she was worth, knowing her very future depended on pleasing him. “What would Rick think of you now, Mrs. Jones,” Tommy taunted. “What would he think of you sucking my young white cock?” he asked. Mary heard his words and immediately started to cum. She felt so degraded, and yet so hot. “My God,” she thought, “he is making me come just by sucking his dick, and with his words,” and she came as she sucked the young white boy’s dick. She came hard, her hips humping the air, and juicing, her panties now sopping with her excretions. Tommy, sensing this, couldn’t hold back, and let go a huge rope of cum into the submissive black wife’s mouth. She gagged, cum running out of her nose. She coughed, struggling to swallow the load the young white boy was shooting into her. “Ohhhhh, it tastes so sweet” she thought to herself, “his cum is so sweet.” Tommy grabbed her head, jerking it off of his cock, and let the next strong ejaculation spill across her cheek, looking down on the hot black wife. His cock jerked again, and another thick rope of cum splashed over the black woman’s cheek, from ear to jaw. Mary, losing herself said, “yes, yesssss, cum on me Tommy, cum on me...” Tommy let lose another string of jizz, this one landing on her nose. He knew that she was his now. Anytime he wanted her to be. “You belong to me now, Mrs. Jones,” he said. “Do you understand?” “Yesssss” she hissed, “oh yesss, I amyours.” Tommy decided to press and said, “you are my nigger slut, ain’t that right?’ Mary hesitated, while his cum dripped off of her chin. Tommy slapped the kneeling black woman, shouting “ain’t that right?” “Y-y-y-yes, Tommy, I am your nigger slut.” “Good girl,” he said, patting her still bobbing head, which was licking up the last of his cum. “You are my married nigger slut? You will fuck when I say, and who I say?’ The humiliated black bride began to sob, feeling the slimy ropes of his cum drip down on her face, tasting the salty tang of his jizz in her mouth, realizing how far she had sunk so quickly. She cried, all the while savoring the hot cum he had shot into her mouth. She knew that her life depended on the young white boy now. She was ashamed of herself, but so hot she could not stop the next words out of her cum filled mouth... “Yes, I am your married nigger slut!” “That’s a good girl,” he said, again patting her head. “That’s a good little nigger whore...clean me up!” he ordered, and the Negress obeyed, slavishly licking up his fuck juice. “Now,” Tommy said, “get dressed, we are going out.” Mary looked up at him, his cum still dripping off of her chin. “What?” “I said we are going out,” Tommy said. “You are going to meet some friends of mine. I want you to dress up for us. I want you to dress like the little nigger whore that you are, or...you could go to jail...it’s your choice, nigger whore.” His words sent chills down her spine. She couldn’t believe that she was being spoken to this way, especially by a teenaged white boy. Yet, she found that she wanted, needed to obey him. That she needed a man to tell her what to do. Even if that man was a boy. “Y-y-yes Tommy.” Tommy slapped her again.... “From now on you will address me as Massa.” “Y-y-yes...massa” “Good girl” he said, and she found herself pleased with his soft voice. “Now,” Tommy said, “let’s dress your black ass up.” Mary followed the teenage white boy up to her bedroom. Tommy opened the closet door, and began looking through her dresses. “Show me all of the shortest dresses you have Mrs. Jones.” Mary walked over the closet and began to take out her clothes, placing them on the bed. Her marital bed. She was laying out clothes to wear for her white teen lover on her husband’s bed. Tommy went through them, picking out a short black number. “Show me your underwear,” he ordered. Meekly, she opened the drawer in the dresser where she kept her bras, panties and hosiery, and began to put them on the bed with the other clothing. Tommy picked out a black lace push up bra, and little g-string black panties. “We need to go shopping, these frumpy things aren’t slutty enough.” Mary looked at the young white boy, his words reigniting her lust. How she had always longed to be dominated and controlled like this. That it was this teenaged white boy that had taken her, just made her passion and lust more intense. “Get dressed.” The young black wife obeyed. Dropping the robe, she stood before him in all her magnificent black beauty. Tommy sucked in a breath, watching the devastating black woman. She first pulled on the skimpy little panties, then the bra, which hugged and pushed her luscious tits up and out. Then she put on the dress, which fell to just about mid- thigh, and hugged her gorgeous body, accentuating her curves. She stopped and looked at Tommy saying “your married nigger whore is pleasing to you, massa?” Tommy’s dick twitched at the woman’s subservient question. Never in a million years had he expected to have is own personal whore, let alone a married one. But then, his dad had always said the blacks needed to be dominated by white men. “Yeah slut, you please me,” he snapped, enjoying the power he held over the black wife, “now shut the fuck up and put on some shoes, high heels.” Mary jumped to obey his command, running to the closet and brining out her best pair of shoes. Black ones with 5” heels, the ones that she wore to church on Sunday. She bent to put them on, showing off her big black ass to the white teen boy. “Damn,” he thought to himself, “what a great ass. I am gonna fuck that next.” Mary stood before him again, eagerly anticipating his next command. “Let’s go.” Turning on his heels, he walked back down to the front door, knowing that his dominance of the young negress was so total that he didn’t have to turn back to see if she followed. 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