Message-ID: <43947asstr$1061061002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: news.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: Darc Light X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2003 03:32:35 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Diana's Desire - chapter 5 (wife cuckold interr) Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2003 15:10:03 -0400 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: RuiJorge, dennyw Diana's Desire - Chapter 5 by Darc Light It may have been at the blade of my knife, but I knew I had widened the rift between Dwayne and his lovely wife. He would never forget the look on her pretty face as she moaned in orgasm while he begged me to impregnate her. She would never forget his pathetic attempt to save his nutsack by openly asking me to breed her daily. He would forever remember the defilement of his wife in his own living room. But it was time to plant a more bitter memory. I took Diana by the shoulders and turned her to face me. My hands returned to her burning nipples under the thin cotton nightshirt. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading to soothe the ache between her firm thighs. "Do you wish to be fucked in your husband's bed?" I asked. She quivered at my words, then nodded meekly. "Then tell him, my little cock-slut." I pulled the flimsy shirt up and over her head, stripping it from her naked white body. She looked straight at him before she spoke. He groaned as she told him. "I want Mr. Washington to fuck me in our bed, Dwayne. I want him to stick his big black cock inside me and fuck me senseless. I'm sorry, Dwayne, but I need him, I need his cock..." He just collapsed into the chair and shook his head, tears falling over his pasty cheeks, muttering, "No...no...no...no..." over and over, until his whining faded, his lips merely forming the words. "You must show him his place, Diana. He exists only to serve you now - you and me. Order him to prepare your bed for us." Her eyes widened, suddenly filled with lust. She looked at him again, and called his name. When he didn't respond, she called out louder, a sharp bark, full of authority. "Dwayne!" He jumped, then slowly met her stare, afraid of what would come next. "Go to our bedroom and turn down the bed for us," she ordered. "Please Diana, don't do this - not in our own bed - p-please, I'm begging you..." he stammered as he edged forward in the chair. "And fluff the pillows," she added, interrupting him. "You want Mr. Washington to be comfortable, don't you?" I winked at him as he rose slowly from the chair and made his way around us toward the bedroom. "When you're finished, you may stand at the foot of your bed and watch," I told him. "It's time you watched your cock-hungry wife enjoy a real orgasm at the end of a black man's cock. Isn't that right, Diana?" She closed her eyes and released a long sigh, thrusting her hips toward me, grinding her juicy slit against my leg. I led her to their bedroom, where Dwayne stood fidgeting at the foot of the bed. He had already pulled the bedspread off the bed and propped extra pillows along the headboard. He trembled like a frightened child as he watched his naked wife climb onto the bed and spread her legs - his dear, sweet, innocent wife waiting impatiently for my thick black cock to fill her yawning cunt. It was no longer a time for games. I stripped and mounted her quickly, burying my cock in her with a single swift thrust. She cried out in surprise, then locked her slim legs around me and uttered a long, satisfied, "Ohhhhhhhhhh....." I began to fuck her hard, mercilessly, slamming my large powerful hips against her tiny but willing body. She whimpered and grunted as she took the full length and girth of my cock again and again. I could hear her husband behind me, sobbing, "No - oh dear God, no, no, no...". She came, screaming and thrashing under me, her perfect body clinging to mine, desperate for as much black cock as she could get inside her. I came within seconds, pumping her full of vigorous black sperm that pooled around her cervix as it spasmed and gorged itself on my thick copious reward. I fucked her for hours while her husband watched. She came over and over again, her thirsty cunt grasping my cock as a flood of my seed poured from her. Finally exhausted, we slept. At daybreak, Dwayne still waited at the foot of the bed, too afraid to move from the spot. He was pale and could barely stand. Dark circles surrounded his eyes where his tears had dried hours ago. He had come one step closer to becoming a helpless servant, a mere eunuch caretaker for his former precious wife. As the morning sun streamed through their bedroom window, I fucked her again from behind as she faced him. He just stared, as though in some kind of trance. "It's time to tell him, Diana. He needs to hear the truth, and you need to tell him." She looked up at him, her round, firm breasts shuddering with each brutal thrust of my powerful weapon. "This is what I want, Dwayne. This is what I need. I choose him, Dwayne. His hands, his body, his cock - his cock, my God, it's so huge, so thick, so fucking good inside me!" She lowered her head, gasping and moaning, distracted by the sudden, unexpected orgasm that rippled through her belly. I was elated when she continued just as soon as she could catch her breath. "Don't you see, Dwayne? Don't you see what he does to me? I'm a woman Dwayne. A woman with needs. It's not your fault that you can't fuck me like he does, that he's bigger and stronger, but it doesn't change how I feel. Please Dwayne. Tell him he can have me, whenever and wherever he wants. Please do as we say - because if you don't he'll take your balls - he'll take them, Dwayne. He'll cut them off and take what's left of your manhood, forever. Tell him I'm his, Dwayne. Tell him, oh Godddddd, telll....himmmmm..." She collapsed onto the bed, slobbering and groaning into the wrinkled sheets. Dwayne could only stare, his pathetic erection now jutting uselessly behind his boxers. I could see the change come over him - the excitement of seeing his loving wife in sexual ecstasy, in spite of the humiliation of being dominated by her strong overpowering lover. "Go ahead, Dwayne," I told him. "I know you want to do it. Take your little prick in your hand and cum for us. It's not a request - it's an order, you turd." Diana and I sat at the foot of the bed before him, naked in each others arms, watching intently as he stroked himself. It was as though he had given up, as though he suddenly ceased to care about his wife or his pride. He glanced at his wife as she slowly milked my recovering cock with her delicate fingers. Her eyes darted repeatedly back and forth from his thin pale fingers slowly jerking his pathetic dick to my black monster quickly growing to full glory under her skillful manipulations. Then, to my ultimate satisfaction, she smiled, then giggled for a few seconds like a little girl. "He's - he's just - so much smaller than you," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "All this time - so many years he's been fucking me with - 'that', when I could have had thissss..." She lowered her head to my lap to give my cockhead a lingering lick, sucked it into her mouth, then released it with a loud pop. "You want me to do it, don't you, Dwayne?" she told him, her words now boiling with lust and sarcasm. "You want me to give myself to this delicious black man, don't you? You want him to take my body and use me like you never could, don't you? Tell me it's what you want Dwayne. Please just tell me! "Yes - God help me - yes - yes - yessss," he groaned just as a thin stream of semen dribbled from the end of his puny dick. It was a turning point for her humiliated husband, and for Diana. She would never look at him the same way again, and he would never feel like a man in her presence. Diana gasped as he came. "My God, Dwayne! You DO want me to belong to him, don't you! How could you! How could a real man masturbate while he watches his wife in the arms of an another man? Fine then. I'm his. Only his, Dwayne. I'll never let you put that tiny dick in me again - EVER!" Her words of derision elated me. I had won. There was little more to say or do. But just for some icing on my cake... "Tell her, Dwayne. Tell her you'll never put your 'tiny dick in her ever again' Tell her quickly, before I lose my temper!" He stood there, head down, his fingers still wet with his own cum, as his pretty wife laughed at him. "I - I - I'll n-never put my - tiny - dick - in you again." "Oh Dwayne," she cried, "Oh Dwayne - thank you, thank you, thank you!" She went to him, ecstatic with her newfound freedom. Then, she took his semen-covered hand and raised it to his lips. He got the message, and opened them slightly, just enough to let her slide his fingers inside. "Eat your cum for me, Dwayne. Show him you'll do whatever I want." She turned to me, then ran into my waiting arms as he sucked his fingers clean. "Will you fuck me forever?" she asked breathlessly against my ear. "Make him my servant, my maid, my slave?" "Forever. It's already done," I answered. "Will you put your baby in me?", she begged, biting my ear. Her cunt was cool and wet where she began to grind it into my bare thigh. She shivered at the thought, her firm breasts bouncing lightly against my thick bicep. "Oh God, yes, put your baby in my belly - and make him watch. Make him watch every minute until I'm fat and pregnant with your child." She clung to me, gasping and working her hips into my leg like a bitch in heat. I put her on her back and thrust a foot of my meat inside her. She kept screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" while I commanded her husband to massage my balls. In the end, he would be certain it was his own hand that helped deliver the very sperm that would bore into his precious wife's egg as she begged me to impregnate her. He would watch his wife's belly swell with my black child, then, after nine months, see that child appear, black and strong between her slim thighs, much like the instrument that parted then to create him. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+