My name is Ali; no last name and a no nonsense view of
life. What I crave; what I must have is white pussy. I
don’t desire white women that I can have at the drop of
a hat or more appropriately the drop of my pants.

My ten inch rock solid black cock will seduce any white
bitch who comes near the monster. Its length and
thickness (nearly that of most women’s forearms) will
by itself seduce most white wives; wives whose husbands
have developed the twenty second standard rutting
routine of white husbands. Those wives are desperately
searching for a once in a lifetime journey; that I and
other black males can give them.

But those desperate wives are not my intended
conquests. The ones that are allowed to have my black
rod inserted into their wet and willing chambers of
love are those that I am able to rip from their
husbands. The ones that at first do not want to be
unfaithful. The ones that are unfulfilled; unsatisfied;
that have a deep craving for sexual ecstasy.

That sexual fulfillment is not being met by their wimp
ass husbands. The wives that I search for, have a
burning desire just under the surface to be forcefully
seduced by a man that can light their unlit desires;
their unforeseen fantasies. It is at that point that I
enter their lives and take what belongs to me… their
tender white bodies.

After I have seduced the pretty playthings I discard
them. I only seek and enjoy the initial seduction. Once
I have made the white bitches my play toys I quickly
tire of them. During the period that I take their
precious tight bodies I insure that their husbands feel
my power.

The power of taking their wives; and the power that I
feel when I leave them at my feet soaked in my black
cum. The second most important aspect in my domination
is that the white boy husbands know that their wife is
my plaything; to be used as I see fit. I often make the
wife prostitute themselves for me; or make them fuck my
black friends in front of their impotent husbands.

Now that you have what I do let us continue the
journey.

Although I am only twenty six years old, I am one of
the “rising stars” of the pro boxing circuit in Boston.
Boston is the birthplace of many famous boxers; most
with Irish surnames and white skin. Several weeks ago I
was matched against one of the white “rising stars”;
namely one Gerry McDonnell. He had thirteen straight
victories until that cold winter night. He was the
great white hope. The next Jack Dempsey.

The arena seated nearly four thousand patrons; and was
evenly divided between his Irish followers and my black
brothers. Everyone had placed their wagers on the great
white hope. As I entered the ring, the only thing that
was of interest to me was the stunningly tall beautiful
red haired beauty that had climbed into the ring to
give her “man” a good luck kiss.

The long red hair cascaded to her shoulders; her supple
34B breasts pressed against her white silk blouse; the
hardened nipples making a very noticeable presence. I
could tell that Mrs. Kelly McDonnell was excited by the
charged atmosphere. Her long legs were encased in
shimmering nylon hose under her white leather mini
skirt. She covered the beautiful gams with knee high
white leather boots with four inch spiked heels.

As she looked around the ring I caught her looking at
my hard black body. My wash board stomach reached to my
heavily muscled pectorals and I gave the curious beauty
a shy smile. Looking into her dark emerald eyes, I
could sense the instant excitement.

Our eyes were transfixed on each other for nearly a
minute and then she broke the gaze and meekly looked to
the ring mat. It was at this brief instant that I
realized the Mrs. Kelly McDonnell would be my next
acquisition. I could feel my long black cock twinge as
I could see the beautiful young wife on her knees
worshipping my black manhood.

As the announcer screeched his introductions reality
came shooting back. Before I could taste the sweet
nectar of my latest target I would have to beat the
confident husband; no, not beat the husband but totally
dominate the smug fighter.

I walked over to the fighter as the last of the
announcements were being made and while the beautiful
wife was kissing her husband one last time rubbed my
gloved paw along her tight leather covered ass cheeks.
The startled Kelly’s quickly turned as her husband
realized what had transpired. “After tonight the bitch
is mine,” I sneered.

The poorly planned swing missed a mile as I danced back
to my corner, screaming, “The bitch is mine. She’s
going to feel black cock in her tight pussy you club
boxer,” I mocked.

Gerry McDonnell, normally a good fighter could not
control his rage. I had mocked his manhood; slandered
his beautiful wife. He lunged at me like a madman and
fought like a club boxer. My sharp crisp strikes sliced
his reddish white face with deadly accuracy.

In only three short rounds his face was bruised,
bloodied and his eyes were nearly swollen shut. Once
when he desperately tied me up, I yelled in his face;
“Your bitch is mine. I will sink my black cock in her
tight pussy and make you watch,” I mocked.

The Irish fighter broke away and again flailed
harmlessly trying to get at his tormentor. After each
pitiful jab, I landed solid body blows against his
damaged torso. The next three rounds I continually
cracked his stomach and ribs with solid punches. At the
end of round six, blood was dripping from his mouth.
Gerry McDonnell, the great white hope was literally on
the ropes; but I had not totally destroyed him as a
man.

During the next round I continually lured him to his
corner where I mocked the seated and helpless wife.
“Promise to suck my black dick and I won’t hurt your
husband any more little tramp.”

The seated beauty was squirming and totally distraught.
Here was a black boxer pummeling her heretofore strong
and powerful lover and enticing her with sexual
entendres. As she desperately sought out someone to
help her battered husband, the short tight leather mini
skirt was pushed up her delightful legs. Her face was
twisted in agony, as I pounded her husband who could
barely defend himself. “Please, oh God, Stop this
fight,” she begged someone; anyone.

Turning to the battered husband I continued my mocking,
“Aren’t you man enough to fight me man to man?”

His courage was admirable as he motioned for his corner
to not stop the fight. Courage alone was not enough to
stop the fight as I landed another hard blow to his now
crushed stomach.

As her husband fell against the ropes I again walked in
front of his beautiful wife and forced her to
acknowledge the black man who had badly beaten her
husband. “Wouldn’t you like to feel my long black cock
shove its way into your dripping pussy? Hell, after
three inches I will be in virgin cherry territory.”

As the broken fighter pushed himself off the ropes and
lunged towards my hard black body, it only took one
more blow to his battered face to put him on the
canvas. As the referee was yelling the numbers to
acknowledge my victory I strolled over to the
frightened white beauty, “I’m at the Fillmore, Room
1425. Meet me there tomorrow afternoon and I’ll let you
sample some black cock.”

As my invitation reverberated around ringside many of
the blacks in the audience around the trembling wife
took up my chants. As she scrambled to the ring to be
with her husband who was being attended by doctors the
crowd yelled repeatedly; “Fuck the white bitch. Make
her suck your black cock.”

The great white hope was carried out on a stretcher to
the locker rooms, which were merely down the hall from
each other. As both he and I exited the ring another
group was making their way to the ring for the next
bout.

I sat alone on the dressing table in my room, thinking
of the beautiful red haired wife when suddenly the door
burst open. Mrs. Kelly McDonnell had in haste twisted
the handle to my room, while bringing her battered
husband several wet towels to soothe his bruised and
battered face. I had taken off my gloves but the white
tape was stilled wrapped around my fingers. My hard
ripped body was soaked with sweat and blood from
Kelly’s battered husband.

Kelly stood totally still as the automatic door closer
swung the heavy door shut. I could see her breathing
rapidly and again our eyes met. Although she tried to
contort her beautiful face to one of hatred the hard
look faded.

When her dark emerald eyes slowly fell from my eyes to
my chest and then to my stomach, and finally to my
crotch, I let my taped hands drop to my waist band and
then very, very slowly pulled the tied string apart. As
the pretty wife continued watching my every movement I
pulled the string apart. The elastic band held the
boxing shorts up until my thumbs were inserted into the
waistband and nudged the satin cloth down.

I watched the twenty three year old wife as her
breathing became more and more labored. Her eyes never
left the satin boxing shorts and I continued to let the
constricting shorts drop. A smug smile crept across my
face as I stared intently at the heaving breasts of the
wife of my latest boxing victory. Her nipples were
pressing against the white silk blouse and her tongue
was toying with the red coated lips.

“No, NO, I must go,” she moaned, not to anyone in
particular but more to herself.

The boxing shorts finally made their final journey and
I kicked them across the room. My semi hard black cock
brought a gasp from the intently mesmerized young wife.
Only then did her searching emerald eyes rise to meet
my glare.

“Bring me the towels,” I confidently asked.

Mrs. Kelly McDonnell started to shake her head but as
she was shaking her head, the long booted legs were
slowly moving towards where I was standing. As if in a
trance, she slowly shuffled the few feet separating us,
until she was directly in front of me, still transfixed
to my now hardening black woman pleasure.

As she stared at my long black weapon, her delicate
hand reached out and grasped the sweat soaked organ.
She became startled as she finally realized that her
small hand could not encircle the life giving organ.
Only then did she again look into my eyes and my eyes
seemed to bore into her brain.

Her right hand; then her left hand gripped my hard
black cock and started stroking the hard tube. As she
milked the organ her tongue absently coated her lips
again and she started to tremble. I let my huge black
hand brush her long red hair from her face and roughly
pulled her head backwards so that her aroused eyes were
staring directly into mine. My left hand rubbed the
outside of her white silk blouse coating it with sweat
and making the turgid nipples push against the wet
covering. I could feel her grip tighten as I caressed
her tight heaving breasts.

Her breathing intensified and I could see the arousal
in her eyes as she struggled to milk my black organ. As
my black cock became rigid, I felt her rub it against
her thrusting hips; masturbating herself against the
solid black organ. A soft gasp escaped her throat and
she tried to pull me against her tight body.

Marshaling all the willpower I possessed I looked into
her eyes and softly spoke, “You better go to your
husband Mrs. McDonnell. I don’t think I want to fuck
you right now.”

It took several seconds for her to grasp what I had
spoken.

A pitiful, “No,” escaped from her throat. Her arousal
was well past the boiling point. Her trembling
increased and she attempted to pull my black cock even
closer to her tight leather covered pussy.

Now, in complete control I rolled the hard nipples in
my fingers as I again emphasized my domination. “I
think the little tramp should go be by her husband. I
may fuck you later; but I don’t want your worthless ass
now Tramp.”

As I pushed her away, I could see the burning arousal
in her eyes and her aroused and quivering body. “Maybe
I’ll fuck you tomorrow. You be at my hotel room at 3:OO
PM and dress like the whore you are. Now go to your
husband and tell him how you are his loving wife.”

Shuddering she turned and started to the door. When she
reached the door I gave her, her last command of the
evening. “Before you leave I want you to give me your
panties.”

As she turned back towards me I can see the fire in her
eyes and the anger in her face. However, when she
looked into my hard unforgiving face, she meekly
reached down and slowly lifted her leather skirt trying
to seduce me with her wantonness.

As the tight skirt made its short journey up her
succulent thighs I could feel my cock drip it’s pre cum
down my legs. She gracefully slid the black lace
panties down her long legs revealing the clean shaven
lips of her sex. Only a small wisp of red covering was
visible at the top pointing the way to the treasures
below. Sensuously she swayed towards me with the soaked
woman covering in her outstretched hand.

As she handed the fragrant lace to me she softly spoke,
“I better get to my husband. What you passed up he will
be eager to have.”

Angrily I grasped her chin in my hand pulling her
against my hard body. “You don’t fuck unless I tell you
to fuck. Do you understand me you little whore?”

Startled; confused; aroused; Mrs. Kelly McDonnell
submissively answered her new black master, “I won’t
fuck my husband unless you give me permission.”

The smile returning to my face, I pushed her away. Just
as she opened the door, the manager of her husband
pushed open the door looking for his fighter’s
delinquent wife. As he stared at the nipple hardened
wife pushing her way out of my dressing room his eyes
quickly focused on my still hard black cock and
disheartened he backed from my room.

As the pre cum continued to drip from the tip of my
hard black cock my sore muscles reminded me that the
broken white fighter did in fact land some punches.

I leaned against the dressing table and let my eyes
fall shut. Tomorrow the previously arrogant white wife
would begin her initiation into black cock worship.
Yes, it was hard to push the desirable wife away but
tomorrow would bring the final fruits. Her passion was
be twice as burning tomorrow when she entered my hotel
room

I had always heard that red heads made the best anal
partners. My mind focused on the tight ass cheeks
covered in white leather that had hurriedly made their
exit. Yes, my black cock would have a tight fit in the
warm anal passage of Mrs. Kelly McDonnell. Her
squealing would be music to my ears as the huge black
trainer forced its way into the constricting sphincter
muscle. I closed my eyes and let my mind float free.