DC – Master of Seduction
Before I start I must tell you a little about myself. I am a Black Male who has a extraordinary desire for married white wives. My experience tells me that most, if possibly not all have a deep desire to taste the “forbidden fruit” of long black cock. Let me tell you of my latest conquest.
I work as a social worker in a large metropolitan hospital. My education includes a Doctorate Degree in Psychology; and a Masters Degree in Social Environments As such it was extremely easy for me to obtain a top job at a very influential teaching hospital in New York City. My expressed duties were to council the spouses of terminally ill patients. Additionally when a patient was admitted due to extreme trauma or near fatal accidents I was the one chosen to comfort the families of those patients.
That of course was the duties assigned by the Hospital Administrator. My agenda naturally was far removed from the concerns of the hospital. My objectives focused primarily on the conquest and complete subjugation of the pretty white wives of the unfortunate beings who were admitted to the large and for the most part impersonal hospital.
If you wish to continue I’ll focus on my most recent example of Black conquest.
On a cold and dreary Tuesday afternoon I was on call when a middle aged man was admitted with an extreme head trauma caused by an auto accident. The man was an attorney in his mid forties who was from one of the most prestigious law firms in the city. He was extremely wealthy and the hospital wanted me to give whatever comfort I could to his most attractive wife.
Mrs. Gretchen Thornber III was a stunning woman in her late thirties. She was a rather tall elegant woman whose auburn hair reached to her shoulders. Her rather small but pert breasts pushed against her white silk blouse. However her best and most visible assets were her long legs which seemed to go on forever.
I first laid eyes on the stunning wife when I walked into the private waiting room of the VIP lounge. My cock harden as I observed the wife sitting on the low sofa with the expensive dark blue skirt riding up those delicious long legs encased with black nylons and black knee high leather boots. Her white silk blouse was stretched tight against her heaving braless tits. The tight nipples were making their presence known; especially with my nine inch black cock. The distraught wife was trembling; deep in concentration as the chief surgeon was explaining the operation he just performed. The doctor had the bedside manners of a king cobra. He told the tormented wife that her husband would either recover; or die within the next twenty four hours. After sharing the information he coldly rose and exited.
The worried wife sought out my eyes looking for some meager compassion in this large and cold room. I quickly made my way to her side and put my muscular arm around her soft shoulders. Looking into her deep emerald eyes I calmly reassured her that someone cared; and that someone was me. In a soft and comforting voice I soothed her anxieties. As we continued to discuss her fears I felt her tenseness subside.
After her trembling ceased I suggested that we go to the cafeteria and have a cup of coffee. There was nothing that we could do in the waiting room and I let the head nurse know where I was taking the stunning beauty. Her sneer told me that she too understood my none too subtle strategy.
History told me that if I could get the wife to make the first step the next phase would be a certainty. I let my arm encase her shoulder as we walked the short distance to the elevator. I could sense her uneasiness at my somewhat forwardness in our short journey. Although she wanted a comforting shoulder to unburden her deepest fears she felt uneasy at having a six foot six inch black male taking this seemingly innocent gesture. However, she did not realize that my actions were anything but innocent. The first stage of seduction of a distraught wife was to let the victim get comfortable with my hands on her delectable body. Once she was comfortable with this gentle caressing the next move was to far more tender and heated areas of her luscious tight body.
My many years of experience has taught me that the white husbands of these precious wives tended to totally ignore their most basic needs. The needs for closeness; intimacy; and yes total sexual passion. The husbands as a whole was far too busy making a living; rising on the corporate structure; and most importantly worried only about their sexual release.
As we entered the elevator, I could sense that Mrs. Thornber was ever more apprehensive of the fact that we would be completely alone in the express elevator for seventeen long floors. She express her concerns when I let the index finger of my left hand slowly caress her pouting lips. At the same time I gently pulled the delectable creature closer to my hard muscular body My voice was calm as I told Gretchen to not worry; that I would take care of everything.
The fifteen minutes of forced conversation over coffee caused Mrs. Thornber even more concern. Fatigue; and the uncertain fate of her husband of twenty years was causing the beautiful white wife to become very distressed It was at this point; the point that the pretty wife was the most vulnerable that I suggested that I take her to my apartment less than a block away.
She quickly tried to make an excuse that she couldn’t leave the hospital but after so many conquests I was able to completely defuse the weak protests. I convinced her that she needed to get away from this dreaded place; that there was nothing she do to help her husband. I told her that it would be morning until her husband would be able to see her. When she wanted to go to a hotel I told her that it was so late that she might not find a vacancy and that it would be far more relaxing if she rest awhile and take a shower. She would then be able to be rested and alert when she saw her husband the first thing in the morning.
She hesitated; and at that point I mentally chalked up another delightful piece of pussy for my memoirs. I concluded that Mrs. Gretchen Thornber III was one eventful step away from having my long black cock imbedded in her precious pussy folds.
As the weariness overcame her senses Gretchen reluctantly agreed to come to my loft apartment. As Gretchen dropped her weary eyes to the table she could not seen the leer that enveloped my face as I felt my long cock harden. Gretchen seemed near exhaustion as I innocently let my hand fall to her exposed knee and softly let it rub the tender flesh of her inner thigh.
As her senses seemed to return she acknowledged the soft caressing of her thigh and took her small hand and placed it on mine pulling it up. She sternly looked into my face but said nothing. Little did she know that the insolent rebuff would cost her dearly in the hours to come.
I helped the wife of a severely injured man to her feet and quickly paid for the coffee. Helping her with her long leather coat I managed to brush the outside of her unhaltered firm breasts. She appeared to be too fatigued to notice the caress. I smiled as I thought of the further liberties that I was planning for the next eight hours.
When we reached my apartment I turned on the dimmed lighting to the living room. Helping her with her coat I showed her to my large black leather sofa and quickly walked the short distance to the fire place and turned the gas log on the lowest setting. The small ripple of flame jutted about the small living room. When I reached the sofa I stared intently at the half closed eyes and asked if she would like a small glass of wine to soothe her aching muscles. She quietly agreed. As I filled the large wine glass I felt a further twinge of hardness. Shortly; it would be but a matter of moments until my long black cock would be deeply embedded in the wet warm woman chamber of the beautiful white wife laying comfortably against the black leather. As I approached with her wine I was in awe of her long beautiful legs encased by the knee high leather boots and black shimmering hose.
As she drank the first; and then the second; and finally the third glass of wine she became more and more serene. In a low and calming voice I suggested she lay on the long sofa. She was a little apprehensive but fatigue finally outweighed her initial trepidation and stretched out on the leather sofa. She was on her stomach and used her arms to rest her weary head. As her eyes closed I slid to my knees next to the couch and softly rubbed the small of her back. She arched her back but as I soothed her alcohol fogged brain with a soft and calming discourse she let her body relax. The soft caressing of her taut and tense muscles relaxed her inner defenses.
My hands dropped to the leather boots and I softly told her that I would take off the tight boots and rub her tight calf muscles. She softly mumbled something as I lovingly unzipped the inside of the boots and pulled the boots from her long beautiful legs. As the second boot was removed I gingerly soothed the tight calf muscles in a slow sensual caress. The gentle stroking went on for nearly twenty minutes as I used my strong hands to lower the beautiful wife’s resistance. As I heard the quiet mewing leave her lips I accelerated my momentum.
I let my hands slowly travel from her taut calves to the firm thighs and in a slow circular movement stroked the warm and inviting flesh. Gretchen tried to resist, but her fatigue and alcohol clouded mind could not plan an effective resistance to my well tuned technique of seduction.
“Please raise your hips. I’ll rub your tight muscles with warm oil but I don’t want to stain your panty hose,” I softly murmured.
Unable to comprehend what she was doing she subtlety raised herself on her knees while I gently pulled the tight pantyhose off her firm and tight thighs. My fingers and thumb grasped the elastic waistband and gently lowered the shimmering covering. As the pantyhose were pulled from Mrs. Thornber’s tight ass cheeks I marveled at the sight before me. The asscheeks, so white in the flickering light of the fireplace beckoned me to kiss the perfect mounds. I gently let my tongue lick the taut muscles as Gretchen tightened the objects of my affection.
I carefully pulled the hose from the tips of the beautiful woman’s toes. I reached back and retrieved the bottle of warm oil setting on the fireplace ridge. Tipping the bottle I let the warm fluid on the perfect thighs of my latest plaything. The warm fluid caused the beautiful Gretchen to flinch; but my soft caressing soon made the beautiful white wife relax once again and resume her restful sate on the leather sofa.
As her soft moans became more audible I knew it was time to finally claim my prize. My fingers continued to explore the upper reaches of the soft thighs; and I became more and more aggressive in my exploration. My index finger finally found the moist panties of my latest bitch. My finger rubbed the ever hardening nobe and I heard the wife of one of the most prominent attorneys in the city quietly sobbed, “No, please no.”
I was amused by her feeble attempts to thwart my final victory.
My finger had worked itself to the inner leg of the now soaked black lace panties and I inserted the tip on my finger in the steamy chamber. As I suspected my conquest’s pussy was now leaking it’s sticky discharge. Wanting to prolong Gretchen’s anxiety I inserted more and more of my finger into the steamy chamber. Her hips were sensously rotating as I teased the sensitive orb; rolling it between my finger and thumb. My prize thrust her hips against my hand trying to force the insertion of more and more of the pleasure giving length into the warm wet channel. Her moaning increased . . . . . . .
Finally . . . . her resistance was completely broken. I could sense the surrender as she eagerly thrust her hips in ever consuming passion.
I quickly removed my pants; I don’t wear any underwear. I don’t want my nine inches restricted.
She attempted to turn and look back at me when she felt the removal of the pleasure giving digits and felt the cushions sag under the weight of my knees.
“Please, you mustn’t. I haven’t taken my pill today. Please you must use protection,” begged the aroused wife.
“Raise your hips little tramp,” I mocked.
Her mind wanted her to resist but her body had abandoned her mind. She meekly raised her hips and pleadingly looked over her shoulders into my dark and ridiculing eyes.
“Please. . . . . . . Not without protection. You mustn’t fuck me without a rubber..” begged the aroused wife.
“Beg me to fuck you with my black cock you little whore,” I continued her subjugation.
She started to say no. . . . . The sharp crack of my open hand on her taut ass cheeks ended her speech.
Another firm slap yielded the results I was after.
“Please fuck me,” she moaned.
“You can do better than that little tramp. Tell me that you want my black cock!” I ordered.
Unable to reason with her dripping woman chamber Mrs. Gretchen Thornber III screamed her desire, “Please, oh my god. Fuck me with your black cock. FUCK MEEEEEEEE…….”
In one brutal stroke I buried the nine inches of my rock solid black cock deep into the warm, wet and willing woman chamber of the white wife. Once I achieved maximum depth I could feel the beautiful wife drop to the sofa and wrap her ankles behind my black ass cheeks. As I continued to pound my black cock into the gushing pussyhole I could feel my latest conquest tense as her orgasm neared.
Wanting; no needing total domination I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Tell me the name of your worthless husband,” I ordered.
“No. . . . . Please NO.. . . . . . . Oh my god no. . . ” she gasped.
“Tell me his name bitch,” I mocked.
As her mind tried to resist, her body begged for release. Her mind was totally overloaded from the events of the day; from the events of the last two hours. I smiled; it took me only two hours to break this heretofore perfect wife. As her hips thrust against my tight rippled stomach; with my long black cock buried to the hilt in her swollen pussy she finally broke.
“Chuck. . . . . His name is Chuck,” my white conquest screamed.
As she surrendered her body to my black cock I thrust brutally against her heaving hips. As she tensed in total release I let cock spew its seed into the inner recess of her being. A smile creeped over my face as my spunk poured into her hole. It took me several minutes to empty my nut sacks of their gism into the unprotected womb of Mrs. Chuck Thornber III.
As the last spunk dripped into the chamber I leered; maybe the society wife would be the recipient of a black child. She should have made me wear a rubber I laughed.
I pulled my black weapon out of the clenching cavity and my sperm flowed free once the black cork was removed. I longingly looked at the dripping cum in the rippling light emitted from the fireplace. Her pussy lips tried to clinch shut and prevent the fluid from escaping but the muscle had been stretched too far this evening. The sticky gism was dripping down her pussy over her throbbing orb and settled in a large glob of her dark blue skirt which was bunched under her now peaceful hips. Her wimp husband; even if he survived the night probably wouldn’t be able to touch the sides of his wife’s pussy in the future.
Of course the wife needed further training. That training would begin in the morning. Once I broke a white wife the next step was very important. The wife would be required to pay homage to my black cock.
Mrs. Gretchen Thornber III slipped off into a peaceful and serene sleep. She didn’t feel the black dog collar being clasped around her beautiful neck. I watched the beautiful Mrs. Charles Thornber III slip into a fitful sleep on my black leather sofa. As she slipped away into slumber I watched as my sticky cum dripped from her stretched pussy lips onto her expensive blue skirt. She continued to lay on her stomach and cradle her auburn covered head in her hands. After what seemed an eternity of watching the beauty; especially the tight ass and long, long legs I covered her body with an Afghan on the back of the sofa. I then slid down in an easy chair directly across from the sofa and the even breathing wife. After many years in working in a hospital environment I was able to quickly drop off in the comfortable chair.
The next morning at approximately 0700 hours the first rays of sunlight peeked through the closed curtains. I awoke first and immediately brought my weary eyes to focus on the still slumbering beauty directly across from me. During the night the afghan had been somewhat twisted and my eyes again focused on the long and beautiful limbs of my latest conquest. My mind quickly converged on the continuing seduction (domination?) of the beautiful white wife.
My usual plan would involve at least three or four meetings to slowly seduce the tormented wife into becoming mine. However as I considered this more subtle and time consuming approach my mind reverted back to last night when I felt her clenching and clasping pussy lips sucking the mancum out of my long black cock. As that pleasurable memory returned I quickly made my mind up on the next step of seduction.
A few moments later the beautiful auburn haired beauty stirred and rubbing her eyes quickly focused on my naked black body seated directly across from her. Her mind then quickly remembered the events of only a few hours ago and I sensed a moment of great anxiety on Gretchen’s mind.
“My cock needs your lips around it. Come here!” came my direct order. I had made my mind up on the pattern of seduction. To hell with the gentle and more time consuming manner I normally pursue. In the next five seconds I would know if I had made my conquest; or if the beautiful wife would rebuff my dominant order and run to the apartment door.
I knew from past experience that even if she chose flight rather than subservience I would have no fears. She would be far too frightened to let anyone know that she had came to my apartment and been hammered by my long black cock. Most white wives that I have seduced are far more afraid of public exposure; of being ridiculed by their husbands; by their families; by society that I have no fear of retribution.
She let her emerald eyes converge on my semi hard black cock and then raising her face to look directly into my forbidding and unsympathetic eyes murmured a response that she knew was unacceptable; “Please, I need to go to my husband.”
“Maybe your husband would like for me to explain to him in detail how his precious wife came over to my apartment and fucked my black cock silly last night. Do you think that explanation would help his recovery? Or maybe you could tell him why you didn’t take your birth control pill last night and your cunt was filled with black mancum.?”
As I questioned the distraught wife I could see her self confidence fade rapidly. No. . . . . she wouldn’t want to explain her actions of only a few hours ago. The cutting remark about her pussy filled with black sperm caused her tormented mind to reel.
I could sense that conquest was seconds away. I resisted the temptation to push the wife over the edge when victory was within my grasp. I merely smirked while the different emotions ate away at Gretchen’s troubled and confused mind.
After what I considered an ample amount of time for the self doubt and self recriminations to overwhelm the tormented young wife I repeated my original command; “Come to me and suck my cock; or you will have some very difficult questions to answer from your husband.”
I could see the defeated look in Gretchen’s eyes as she slowly uncoiled her tight and desireable body. Her white silk blouse was unbuttoned to the waist and revealed the small but pert nipple hardened breasts. Her expensive navy blue skirt was still bunched up around her waist with a six inch stain of my dried cum commingled with her sweet smelling pussy discharge. Her panties of course were already in my trophy case. As she started to rise I completed the subjugation, “Crawl to me.”
The stunned look in her emerald eyes made my already hard cock stiffen even more. As she dropped to her knees I knew the conquest was complete and conclusive. Mrs. Charles Thornber III was now mine. Mine for whatever demented pleasures that I could conceive. Mine for endless hours of sexual domination; Mine for whatever I wanted to use her desireable body for.
Her journey of six feet was probably the longest journey that she ever had to travel. When she reached the vortex between my long muscle bound legs she meekly looked up into my eyes. Sensing no reprieve from the black bastard who had dragged her to this degradation she cupped my large nut sack in her delicate hands and silently sucked in the tip of my nine inch black cock. The sensation of her oral cavity encasing my cock quickly brought me to full arousal. As she slaved on her mission I could see her left hand drop to her exposed and cum encrusted pussy which she massaged with ever greater intensity As I reached the point of climax I could see the tense and tortured look on her pretty face.
“I want you to look into my eyes when I cum Mrs. Thornber,” I mocked.
Startled, she looked up just as by nuts sent the blast of man cum down my long chute. The initial blast of sperm caught the housewife by surprise and she swallowed as rapidly as she could; but alas a great quantity of the warm liquid dripped down her chin onto her rigid nipples, again soaking the white silk blouse.
As I came I could feel her climax as she grasped even tighter my nut sack and forced them to release their precious fluid. Her entire body shuddered as she frantically stroked her nub of pleasure. After what seemed an eternity she dropped to the soft carpet below. Looking into her tormented eyes I could see the complete surrender. She had achieved sexual escastasy twice in the last eight hours. If she was typical of my white housewife conquests this was the best sexing she had ever experienced. While her husband climbed his way to success he left his sexually starved wife far behind. His idea of passionate sex consisted of a few brutal strokes at the the end of his fourteen hour days.
I rose, and standing over the now content sexually drained housewife slowly threaded my black cock to let the last sticky discharge drop to Gretchen’s questioning face.
“You better clean up. I will find some appropriate clothes you can wear to see your husband,” I offered.
Gretchen slowly got up and made her way to the bathroom and I heard the shower explode with its refreshing spray of warm water. Gretchen took a long time to soothe her stretched muscles. When she arose I had laid out a pair of black leather hot pants and black leather vest. I figured they would go with her black leather boots and more importantly it would make a very alluring sight. She looked for her panties but I indicated she would no longer need the useless undergarments.
After watching the modest wife dress in front of me I quickly showered and received a phone call from the hospital upon emerging from the relaxing shower. The head nurse on intensive care ward wondered if I could locate Mrs. Thornber. Quickly laughing to myself I assured her that I could locate the missing wife and get. her to the hospital as soon as possible.
As I was escorting Gretchen to the elevator I could sense her apprehension. At my apartment she did not question the apparel that I selected. However as she walked down the halls of the clean and Spartan hospital with my arm around her shoulders I am sure she felt her selection of black leather hot pants, boots and vest were not the appropriate outfit to greet her severely injured husband.
When we reached the ward Mrs. Gretchen Thornber was informed that her husband had made a miraculous recovery from his head wound but that he had a broken left leg; broken right ankle and broken left wrist. He was in great pain and had casts securing all of the broken limbs.
As we stood by his bedside I believe he could see this giant of a black man with his arm cradling his wife’s shoulders. He may have even seen the long black fingers stroke the outside of her right breast. I was not sure; his more than ample sedatives were fogging his brain.
There was more than ample time to inflict this displeasure on his broken and damaged body.
As we left I could sense the great turmoil in Gretchen. This too pleased me.
DC & Gretchen – Chapter III
As Mrs. Charles Thornber III and I left the hospital I had my plan of complete domination completed.
As I slid next to her in her sleek Mercedes convertible I told her to drive us to her home. She turned and with a questioning look asked why.
My straight forward answer was short and simple. “I am going to fuck you on your marital bed. The bed that you used to share with your husband; but will now share with your lover.”
During the next several weeks I fed the insatiable housewife my black cock nearly every day. My domination was complete. On several occasions she tried to back away. . . . . . but she couldn’t stand to be deprived of sexual bliss now that she had tasted the forbidden fruit.
On the occasions that Gretchen was totally submissive I allowed her to take her birth control pills. However when she became insolent or independent I made her throw that days pill away. This sexual torture; the Russian Roulette of having a black bastard implanted deep in her womb quickly achieved my goal of total subservience. She became terrified of having my black seed fertilize her eggs and she would comply with any of my requests. . . . . . no matter how depraved or demented.
I moved into the palatial estate and took full advantage of the luxurious surroundings. Dutifully I made her visit her husband who was still in great pain and agony. Although I made my new playmate dress more and more provocatively I forbid her giving her husband any pleasure while he was in the hospital. On several occasions she told me that he had begged her to give him a blowjob but she steadfastly refused. I was amused on the occasions that I was there as the caring hospital professional to see the tormented husband drool as his beautiful and foxy wife and could only watch from afar. As we left his room on that cold winter day I let my hand drop to her tight ass and massage the firm cheeks as we left the room. I smiled knowing the torment that the simple action must have caused the cast laden husband. If he knew the other liberties that I had taken with his desireable and sexy wife he would have went out of his mind.
Feeling mischievous that day I allowed Mrs. Thornber to give me a nut busting blow job on the stalled elevator. I tried to push the limits for the previously sexually deprived housewife and on more than one occasion we were nearly caught. I always delighted in placing the prim and proper housewife in an embarrassing and compromising position whenever possible.
In order to test my domination I deliberately avoided Gretchen for nearly three days. My answering machine recorded her frantic and helpless pleadings. Amused I asked her to come to my apartment the next afternoon. I ordered her to wear something I would find intriguing.
My request was granted in full as the delightful creature arrived in a exquisite white suit. The skirt was cut nearly six inches above her dimpled knees and the jacket was left open. She wore a rose covered silk blouse; and her small tight firm titties were unfettered. As she entered my apartment she became very apprehensive as I had invited three of my black brothers to witness my domination over the beautiful white wife.
Caught off guard she stood nervously in the middle of the living room and searched desperately for compassion. Her search this day however would not be granted.
“I have told my friends that they can use my little bitch today. Lift your skirt; I want them to see that you are not wearing any panties,” I ordered.