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Lisa, Beautiful Blond Wife, Mother

"Mr Objo, please, you mustn't, Ooooh don't," Lisa Carter almost squealed. Her pleas went unheard, unheeded and ignored. Two hands had encircled her waist, cupped her firm heavy breasts, left hand to right, right hand to left. The fingers had sought and found two wonderfully, hard, large, and extremely sensitive and receptive nipples, and they were now causing havoc in Lisa's superb and beautiful body.

Large thick lips snagged her supine neck, teeth nipped her flesh, hot breath assailed her. His body was now up to hers all the way and she could feel the hard bones cock pressing into her ass. Lisa gave in, there was nothing she could do. She had brought this assault on her person all by herself.

The first time she had met him at a works function that she had attended with her husband, was the first time she had been enraptured, not just with him, but the blackness of him. She had never been in the company of a black man. His skin amazed her, she had seen films and photos of black men before, but this was her first time in the presence of such a man, and it had thrown her off balance.

Lisa had met him three or four times since, and each time she had gone inexplicably went weak at the knees. Her body tightened, her nipples crackled like tinder in a hot fire, and she creamed within her luscious silky pussy. He excited her for a reason she could not understand or reckon with.

As a beautiful housewife, a mother of two small children, a varied sex life, with her husband only! She knew all about 'black on blonde' but until now she had never connected the dots. Her statuesque 5ft 8" long legged body and soft angelic face were a magnet for all men. But Lisa had never strayed, and nor would she, until that is she had started to get to know Mr Objo, her husband's boss. She had actually fantasised about him two nights ago.

He was coming to dinner at their house on the Friday night, her husband was on the up within the firm, Mr Objo was department head so both knew the value of being 'nice' to the boss. Lisa and her husband were making love when suddenly, an image of a naked Mr Objo filled her mind. She saw him on top of her and he was screwing her out of her mind. Lisa had a massive and excruciating climax that bent her in half, she threw her husband off her. He of course, was extremely proud that he had made this happen, and was very happy with himself.

Lisa limped into the bathroom, and managed not to fall down, the climax she had had was still gripping her and racing around her body screaming in triumph. And the image of Mr Objo was still fixed solidly into her vibrant mind. She stood there holding on to the sink, her body was whizzing around in turmoil. Lisa couldn't stop herself, she had no option but to finger herself, she wanted to recreate the climax, she needed to.

She soon had the second half of what her mind had begun, and Lisa sank to her knees as her body refused to hold her up when she came. She knelt there, her lovely blond head bowed as in defeat, shaking uncontrollably, her orgasm still beating her. Her come slid down her thighs and onto the linoleum floor. After some time she rose, picked up a cloth and cleaned not only herself up, but her come off the floor too.

Lisa washed her face, checked how she looked in the mirror, the reflection told its own tale. She was looking at a woman who had not cum that hard for a long time. The orgasm had shattered her completely. And it was all caused by an unasked for unsought image of Mt Objo, her husband's boss, banging her to within an inch of her life.

She had to think, and think hard about this, why? She wondered, "what has caused this, I have never even seen it, sought it, thought it, or even asked for it, so why?" They were questions she could not aswer nor understand. She steadied herself, put her shoulders back and returned to her bed. Thankfully Brian, her husband had gone to sleep, but with what looked like, a smirk on his face.

Lisa lay in bed and turned away from him, her fingers made their way back to her pussy and they treated her to another huge orgasm, but she managed to control herself and keep still. Eventually sleep overcame her, but the image of Mr Objo on top of her, she could still see his very dark brown eyes locked on to her silver blue ones, it never left her.

In the morning Lisa went through the usual routine of getting her husband off to work, taking her children to school, doing the shopping, getting home, and busying herself with house work. But try as she might, she could not remove the image of Mr Objo's big handsome black face above her, his flat nose almost touching hers, he was that close. Lisa had a walking climax at her kitchen table. "What the heck is wrong with me, why has this happened, what is it?" she asked herself, she had no answer, there wasn't one.

Lisa repeatedly, throughout the day brought herself to orgasm on the back of what had happed the previous night. And the more climaxes she had, the more she liked it. And more and more scenarios of being made love to by a black man filled her mind. She actually started imaginining herself being seduced helplessly, taken, and fucked, force fucked even, made to submit, cave in to demands made.

She made love to her husband that night like a mad woman, he was as happy as he could be. This was not like Lisa but he liked it, he liked it a lot. For her part, Lisa's mind was not truly on her husband, it was on a powerful, strong, unforgiving black man. It wasn't really Mr Objo she was witnessing, but it was his face she saw as she flattened her husband completely.

Friday came, the routine was adhered to as it always was. A very happy husband went to work, but ignorant of his wife's scattered thoughts. He reminded Lisa that tonight, his boss was invited to dinner. She had asked him if he knew of any favourite dishes, or foods. She thought that she would enhance her husband's future if she catered for Mr Objo and not particularly themselves.

He had no idea, Lisa looked in books to see if there were any ideas for whom she had in mind, there were none. Then Lisa had an idea, why not tell her husband at work to ask him. She dialled his number and got a lady who said he was out on business and asked if she could help at all. Lisa asked if Mr Objo was there, he was, and could she be put through for a quick chat.

"Hello," his masculine voice boomed in her ear. Lisa's knees went weak immediately. She recovered, but she was on edge, tingling, partly with fear, and partly with excitement, because she could see that face of his in her mind as she spoke. "Mr Objo, I hope you don't mind me calling, its Brian Carters wife Lisa," "Ah," he said, "the beautiful wife of my main man, how are you Lisa. What can I do you for?" His play on words didn't quite register with her spiralling mind. The face, body and woman, sprang into his head, he was already in lust with her, and given half the chance, he thought, "I fucking well would too!"

"Mr Objo," Lisa began. "Call me Stanley, Lisa," he said. Lisa was nonplussed though she never knew why. "Yes, Mr Ob... Stanley," she breathed, Lisa's voice lowered all by itself, it became husky, breathless even. "I was wondering," she half gasped, "is there anything special you would like me to add or do for dinner tonight for you?"

"Yes," he said evenly, "Oysters, I like oysters, they are the food of love and they give me joy, hope, and strength." Lisa's jaw nearly hit the floor. She stammered, whatever it was she had been expecting, it had not been this. "I hope you like them too Lisa," he whispered deeply into her ear, "if you do, I just know we will get along famously."

"Yes sir," she mumbled, "I will have them on the menu for you, us, sir." "Thank you Lisa, I will see you at seven, may I ask you something?" "Yes Mr Ob...Stanley, anything." Lisa replied, her heart was in her mouth. "That little black dress you wore two weeks ago, would you mind wearing it again, just for me. It can be our little secret?" Lisa was knocked out, she also never realised that he was doing his level best to prime her, Stanley Objo had his own agenda too. "Yes alright, I will, but I have to prepare and serve dinner first, then I will put it on for afters, will that suffice Mr Ob.... Stanley?" "Afters Lisa," he breathed heavily down the phone, "that sounds good to me, I'll see you at seven." The phone went dead in Lisa's hand.

She made a special visit and bought some fresh oysters, and asked the best way to serve them, the man told her what to do, and also with a big twinkle in his eyes. Later she received a call from her husband, he obviously never knew of the conversation that had taken place between Lisa and his boss. He only mentioned that tonight was also going to be a working dinner, so asked that she didn't appear too bored. Lisa told him she would be at her very best. And she intended to be too, her very very best.

Lisa found herself on her bed with her fingers deep within her crevice, once more coming to an almighty orgasm, and in her mind was Mr Objo's handsome face again. She could still not reconcile why she was behaving like she was. There was no chance of her ever doing what she was thinking, or imagining. It was a trick her mind was playing on her.

She prepared dinner, showered and changed into a silk blouse and skirt, her little black dress hung on a hanger for later. Her hairdresser called and did her hair, she piled her long golden locks into a perfect mess on her beautiful head, silky curls hanging here and there. She did her face, and Lisa looked like she always did when she meant it, fabulous, so utterly sexily beautiful. Mr Objo was going to get knocked for six! She said in her head. Lisa's silver blue eyes sparkled, her full lips painted a pastel shade, her eyes perfect, a silver necklace around her neck, high heels and Lisa was ready to Kill!

Her husband came racing in at 6.30, Lisa had parked the children with his mom and dad who lived nearby. He apologised for being late then stopped dead in his tracks, he had never seen his wife looking quite the way she was tonight. There was something different about his wife, though he could not say what it was. She appeared dynamic, vital, alive, energetic, electric, he couldn't even guess, but he was more than impressed.

He threw his brief case on the chair and shot away to get ready. Lisa's smooth as glass shaven pussy throbbed, it buzzed and thrilled, her nipples cracked and tickled. Her husband came down and said, "Do you know Lisa, I think the last two nights in bed has changed you, we'll have to keep doing it. I like this new you, whomever the new you is."

She set him to work after refusing his kiss, she didn't want to be retouching her make up. Her husband got his brief case and set up a lot of paper and documents on the side table. He was ready for business. The door bell rang and he dashed to open the door, behind him was a nervous very fidgety Lisa. "Good evening Stanley," Brian said enthusiastically.

He stood aside and Lisa stared at him, his face was the face in her mind, it was an exact replica, her knees tweaked. "Lisa, great to see you again," he told her, his eyes fixed on hers. She felt as if he had bolted them in. He took her hand, bent and kissed it, then brought her into a nice hug. Lisa nearly burst into flames, he felt so hot, or was it her?

Lisa actually not only let him hug her so closely, she also folded her body to his, if they had been stood in each other's shoes she would not have been any more up front and personal as she was now. Her brazenness stunned her, she felt her face colour right up. She stood back and turned away so neither man could see her shock.

Lisa hurriedly led them into the dining room, she sat them down and served drinks, she was the epitome of the perfect hostess. She fussed and clucked like a mother hen and all the time she could feel Mt Objo's eyes on her, he was eating her, and Lisa got hotter and hotter, now she knew, it was him. It wasn't a figment of her imagination, it was him. He was making her feel sexual, wanton, brazen, although she held herself in check. She felt sexy and aroused, hot and bothered, up in the air, she didn't know where she was. She tried to avoid his eyes but failed time after time.

Her husband was in his element, he had his boss's full attention, or thought he had, but his boss's attention was on his wife. He chatted and answered Brian like he was the only person in the world. But it was Lisa who was the centre of his attention and she knew it. She thanked the Lord that she would not be alone with him in the same room. Lisa knew that if she was, he would make an approach and her answer would be... no answer.

Then what she didn't want to happen did, even though she never recognised it straight away. She heard them both say, "Where is the Bingham file?" They looked at each other. "I thought you had it Brian?" "I did," he said, "and when I had updated it I put it on your desk so you could run your eye over it Stanley."

"Shit," his boss muttered, "I never picked it up, it must still be lying there. Well that put this evening on the back burner, we can't update our new takeover strategy without it. I might as well go home!" Lisa saw her husband's face crumple, this was the last thing he wanted, or needed.

"Can I go for it, I can be there and back in an hour and a half?" she offered not realising what she was saying. Lisa had just signed her own seduction warrant to her husband's black boss. "Absolutely not Lisa," Mr Objo said, "it will have to wait, no matter how important this is. I'm not having you driving into the night for something that was in Brian's remit!"

"I'll go," Brian said, I can cut that hour and a half down to about an hour and ten minutes, I know the shortcuts," he yelped. He had no intention of spoiling this night, and before either Lisa or Mr Objo could protest he was on his way. Lisa smiled and started clearing the dishes and table. Mr Objo helped her.

Lisa was absolutely aware now that she was alone with her husband's boss in her own home and she fired up. She could feel the heat in the room rise, her lips quivered, they filled with blood, her heart raced, her nipples jolted to oak like hardness, her stomach twisted, her nether regions readied for unknown action. She wiped her brow, she was perspiring.

She also prayed that the hour or so would pass, and she would feel safe from herself. If there was one person in the world right now, that she did not trust, it was her. She made an excuse and left for the kitchen. In her mind was the thought that Mr Objo knew, that he sensed her distress, he felt her warmth.

Lisa could not see herself as he was, and had, been seeing her, he did know. But he wasn't absolutely 100% certain that he was affecting her equilibrium the way he was. Mr Objo was well enough alert to women, and women that were turned on by their own needs. He had decided that trying was worth a rebuke, but a rebuke that would not reach her husband's ears.

Lisa was in the kitchen, as the evening had wore on she had become more and more fascinated with him, but most all, apart from the fact that he really was physically a big strong man. She guessed in his forties, it was the sheer blackness of him that encapsulated her. His skin, as much of it as she could define shone off him. He glistened with obvious health and vitality.

Her thought made her shudder, was it excitement, was it the illicitness of her unhitherto lewd thoughts, not that she had had any. Lisa could not see or understand why she skittered when she was near him, Mr Objo had brushed her hand and arm a couple of times in the dining room as she fussed around them. She felt herself burn up when he had.

He wandered in quietly, she had her back to him and was seemingly busy, but he could see that she was just going through the motions of being busy. "Yes," he thought, maybe, just maybe. No time for the faint hearted Stanley," he said to himself. Lisa saw him in her peripheral vision but carried on, she pretended not to notice him.

Lisa was aware he was there, it was a reason she ignored and didn't know why. He approached her, slipped his arms around her from behind, crossed them, safely took her ample firm breasts, hefted then softly, and immediately found her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

They were rock hard, and they were big, that was his first thought, they were huge. He squeezed and rolled them. Lisa was already in the throes of her own seduction, she had led herself to this and there would be no going back. His fingers, and her nipples shut her resistance, if there were any, down. "Mr Objo, please, you mustn't, Ooooh don't," Lisa begged. He ignored her plea, he knew already she was there for him. He leaned forward a little, he kissed her neck, then nipped her flesh with his teeth, he breathed hot breath over her. He pressed himself gently up against her and he felt her sag in his arms.

He knew he had her, she had no fight in her, she wanted this even if she never knew it. Lisa Carter was a closet unknowing black skin convert, and she was going to be his. The beautiful blond wife and mother without saying so, gave herself to him, no ifs and buts. She wanted him, she wanted this, she needed it. Mr Objo's hard cock was nestling determinedly in the crack of her ass and he moved it side to side, Lisa moaned and her head dropped.

Without waiting Stanley dropped his arms and raised her dress, fingers gripped and tore away her panties bringing more pleas from the evidently subservient beautiful blond wife. Lisa didn't know what she was pleading for. She leaned forward on the counter, her arms spread wide, and her skirt came up. Then he was forcing his cock into her wet, slippy, and silky pussy, Stanley was all the way in, in a heartbeat.

There was no finesse from him, he either would fuck her or he wouldn't, if he didn't get it, he would go home and nothing lost. Nothing lost except a classic, black on beautiful blond wife fuck, and a regret that he had missed out. But it had gone his way, Lisa had given in to some urge, some distant necessity to be rutted by a powerful black male from the continent.

"Oh, Oh Oh Mr Objo Oh Oh God, Hmmmm, Arggggh Oh Yes, Oh no, oh please, Oh Mr Objo Ooooooh, Urggggh." Lisa flopped flat on the counter top, her lovely contorted face turned sideways, her eyes flashed this way and that as she grimaced and floundered to the all conquering cock now deep in her husband's hitherto faithful pussy. And then her husband's boss fucked her. His cock was big, it was hard, it curved upward like a magnificent oak bough, and it filled her, she felt her insides spread to accommodate him, she welcomed the pain and the intrusion.

The climax that destroyed her hit Lisa with all the force of a runaway train, his cock was at the epicentre of her being. She could feel the rounded head savouring her as it forced her to cum once more. Everything that Lisa, the unchallenged loving wife and mother was, was making her push back at her tormentor, her shining knight in black armour. Her ass tipped up, it was asking to be drilled, her pussy was the price for his taking of her, no one had ever done this to Lisa. There was redemption, she had never wanted more than what she was being made to accept and submit to.

Her husband's boss gave her everything he had, he had rarely had this kind of opportunity, if ever, of making love to a woman as Lisa Carter was. She enthralled him, her very beauty, urged him on to greater and greater things. Lisa didn't know the effect she had had on him, she only knew the effect he had had on her.

Lisa could see nothing but the black cock in her, she knew it was there, she rejoiced in the fact. She knew it shouldn't be, but the sensation of knowing it was there, the knowledge what it, and he was doing to her filled her with more effervescence, delight, desirability, arousal, which kept growing to greater and greater heights than she had ever known.
Lisa had known all her adult life that she would be a faithful and loving wife, never once had she contemplated another man. And here she was, in her own home, now here she was, she could see herself in her mind's eye. She was stretched over and flat down on her own work top being roughly and thoroughly fucked by another man, and he was a black man at that!

Lisa came again, then again, Stanley reached under her, forcing his hands to and on her nipples, he crushed them at the same time as his thick, hard black cock, bottomed out and Lisa squealed and wailed. Another orgasm squeezed itself out of her, she had no self control at all. But she wanted it again and again, she willed him on, she had never been screwed, fucked or taken like this in her life.

Stanley then did what he had intended to wait for during the week, he had decided to make her visit him at his home on Tuesday. And he still would, there was no way he wasn't going to have this glorious woman again, his employees wife was some special, something to be cherished, honoured, and savoured.

He checked his watch, he had more time than he needed, her husband wouldn't be back for some time yet. He had thought about taking her upstairs to finish her off in her marital bed. He knew now he could practically do anything with her. There was little if any resistance, no pleading, no objections, only grunting groaning, moaning orgasms. Lisa was lying there begging to be fucked and Stanley, being the man he was, obliged.

He opened a cupboard above her head and there was what he needed, right in front of him, it was a bottle of Olive oil. Not that he felt he needed any lubrication, cum was dripping down both of their thighs. He pulled it out, opened it and dripped some into the crack of Lisa's ass. It ran down over her ass hole.

Without missing a stride, he pulled back, and as soon as his cock head freed from her pussy, he put his hand in the middle of her back and shoved it right up Lisa's virgin unprotected ass hole. Lisa screamed and jumped, but Stanley was ready, he leaned forward, putting his weight there. He held her down and pumped in and out. Lisa kicked her legs, her knees drummed on the cupboards, they would be bruised later. Her arms went everywhere. The pain was horrendous, she cried and begged him to stop, but Stanley gave no quarter.

It was lesson time, and he knew that as soon as Lisa had learned it Stanley would be the master of her class. She cried and cried, tears erupted from her eyes, her head up they dripped on to the counter top, but Stanley kept going. He would force her to accept him, accept this, and accept it. He wasn't rough or nasty, just persistent, keeping the rhythm, the slow easy pace, in, out, in out. Lisa's tears and cries gradually subsided until she lay there, and Stanley was able to relax and screw this outstandingly beautiful wife's virginal ass. Lisa had an orgasm, it was only a small one but he knew it. It wasn't because his cock was in her ass. It was Lisa's complete shock of knowing that a man had truly mastered her in a way she had never foreseen.

She didn't see herself as a submissive, she still didn't think she was, but she could not deny now the pleasure of being dominated like this. Being screwed, and made love to by a powerful man, his charm, charisma and easy persona was enough, along with she knew, his colour, black! Lisa relaxed now, she lay prone on her work top. Her torment, while continuing, became more of a pleasure at servicing the man behind her who had taken her so completely. He had disregarded her womanhood, he had wanted her, he had got her, and he had taken her for his won.

Stanley's balls rumbled and tightened, he was going to cum, even a man like him had no real control over that. The only thing he wanted to do was shoot his load into her pussy. But he could not force himself to pull back and re enter her hot willing vagina. Stanley lay on Lisa's back and drilled her a new hole, then exploded with venomous amounts of hot steaming cum. It bulged out and down Lisa's legs. The very act made her cum for him once more before she fainted momentarily.

When she opened her eyes and looked blearily around her she could only see a wall, it was her wall in her kitchen. Stanley was sitting back on her table. He helped her up, took her to the sink where he cleaned himself, splashed water on to her face. "Lisa," he told her, "go upstairs and repair yourself, I'll be down here waiting okay?" He helped her limp away. Lisa's ass was on fire and walking was a problem.

She managed to make her way up, she sat on the bidet and washed her ass and pussy in water as hot as she could bear. Stanley meanwhile, was straightening himself up, he sat back at the table, and smiling happily to himself he whistled and went back to work. Lisa showered and felt the aching pain from her ass, she had been opened up so much she felt as if a cucumber had been left inside of her.

It took her more than 30 minutes to even collect her mind, she struggled into the little black dress that Mr Objo had asked her to wear, why, she couldn't even fathom that one. Her husband Brian shot through the door brandishing the missing file. He sat right next to his boss, an unusual but not too unpleasant odour emanated from him. He cast it aside and they went to work. Another thirty minutes later Lisa put her head around the door, and beckoned to her husband, Lisa could hardly walk.

"Do I look alright?" she asked him, and just did manage to twirl. "You look fabulous Lisa, so utterly beautiful and devastatingly sexy," he beamed. "Stanley, Mr Objo might rip that off you," he sniggered. "Yes," Lisa thought, "I bet he would." Instead she told him. "I'll bring coffee in, will you be long in there?" "Half an hour should do it," he replied admiring his wife's stunning pose and frame.

Her husband went back, and ten minutes later Lisa made her entrance carrying a tray of coffee. Stanley's jaw hit the table, he wanted to jump up, grab her and screw her in front of her husband. Lisa saw the look on his face and knew what he as thinking. She gave him a huge bright smile. "Down boy," she whispered to him.

"Brian," he said, "I am utterly enthralled by your beautiful wife. How can anyone just look so downright gorgeous?" Lisa blushed remembering that she had just been taken totally to the cleaners sexually by the big handsome black man. And that she still felt as if she had been split in half, every movement hurt her. Lisa revelled in the pain.

Brian put his arm around her beaming with pride, not knowing she had been cock battered by his black boss in his own kitchen. The smile on her face to Stanley was all he needed to know. He knew that what he had done had been met with absolute success, there would be no future rejection from his employees wife.

As he was leaving, and out of sight of her husband, he squeezed a prominent nipple. Lisa almost collapsed, her eyes crossed, he knees pressed together, her pouty lips pursed, her pussy convulsed. Stanley tucked a small card down the top of her dress rubbing both nipples before standing away.

They bade him goodbye at the door, Brian knowing the evening had been a complete success, and not only for him, his boss too. And at the forefront, Lisa had also. Lisa retired for the night, but read the card first.

10am Tuesday This address. Be ready.

Lisa turned the card over, there was an address there, she would honour his instruction, Lisa had more to learn, more to know, and more now to achieve. She wondered what he meant by. 'Be ready'' Her beaten battered pussy pulsed, she could not believe what had happened in her own home. How she had readily submitted and accepted her complete demise and subjugation, and to another man, and he as black too!

Her husband was feeling amorous, but she shooed him off, there would be no conjoining with him this night. She did relent though and gave him a hand job. What she never bargained for was the picture in her head, of Mr Objo's cock held here in her bed in her hand right now. Her hand flashed up and down her husband's cock, but it was Mr Objo she was doing it for.

In the morning Lisa felt great, terrific, alive and full of life, she replayed in her mind what had happened in her kitchen. Her full loving seduction to Mr Objo. How much she had loved the feel of Mr Objo's big black cock having her, and then having her its way with her. The terrible pain, which was followed by slow forced submission, to him making her come several times, how? she wondered. She actually felt at peace with herself, that was until she turned over and her ass and pussy let her know loudly that they needed rest and TLC.

Brian was up with the kids, she lay in bed and had to play with herself. Mr Objo was uppermost in the thoughts that made her have a screaming climax that she just managed to muffle by shoving the bed sheets into her mouth and clamping down. She allowed herself to recover, then she pondered it all, she knew she would be at the address Mr Objo had said, that was a given.

What puzzled her most was her lack a feeling guilty, or betrayal of her husband, she knew she loved him, she would never love Mr Objo. Lisa realised it was something she would have to work out for herself. She knew too that she could not carry on very long, her marriage would be, if not already, in jeopardy. These thoughts were also in Stanley's mind, he also had a long term relationship which he had no intention of losing. He just wanted to screw the most beautiful blond wife, mother and woman he had ever met, and he intended to.

The weekend passed, Lisa's husband was in his element, what he had achieved would cement his future, along with that of his family. He had no idea his beautiful wife, who was coveted by all she met, was, and had been, led into, black cock. He asked her if she was alright, was she limping? he had asked her. "Yes Brian, my right hip aches for some reason," she told him, not telling him her left hip, along with her routed ass, and her opened out pussy did too. She felt wonderful.

Tuesday morning saw Lisa taking her children to school for the day then head off to the address Mr Objo had given her. And knowing she was going to be nailed to the floor, the wall, the ceiling and anywhere else, by the charismatic, charming, superbly handsome, and as Lisa now knew, super sexy husband's boss.

She was dressed in a silk, almost transparent blouse, she wore no bra or thong, she knew they weren't necessary. And a bolero type jacket over the top. A shorter than short mini skirt with high heels that enhanced Lisa's fantastic long legs, which were bare, toned and smooth as silk itself. They were shaped like missiles, from hip to toe, they were shapely and tapered all the way, no bumpy bits just enticing flesh. Her blond hair in a shaggy style that swayed around her shoulders, her face lightly made up perfectly, and Lisa knew she looked a knockout.

She was also feeling super sexy already, the coming day was heightening her senses almost beyond her control. Her imagination running wild imagining Mr Objo having her anywhere, and everywhere. She had placed a long coat in the car just in case her clothes never made it out of the other side, she was nothing if not pragmatic. She found the address, it was a large home, detached with a drive, she drove in, got out, locked the car and made her way to the door, as she got there it opened and Mr Objo was staring at her.

All he seemed to be wearing was a short towelling robe. She stood there letting him take her in. She saw his face tighten, he suddenly reached out, he took her arm she was yanked in, and almost thrown to the plush carpet, he ripped away her clothes, threw his robe off to reveal for the first time to Lisa, his huge muscular and powerful frame. And at centre stage was his cock, that manic black Lisa killer, it was standing out eyeing her menacingly, then he was on her. Lisa was stuffed full of Mr Objo's thick hard black cock in the few seconds it had taken.

She cried out in fear and surprise, and then arousal, along with her black lover on her. She clasped him to her, her long legs shot upwards, went high and wide. If Lisa had been on a gymnastic mat she would have won points for the best split! And they remained pointing at the ceiling in complete submission. Lisa the 28 year old beautiful wife and mother surrendered immediately.

Lisa was in the heaven of benign sexuality, this was sex gone mad, uncontrolled, and magical. She loved every sudden heart stopping thrust, each detonating bang was surreal. Stanley gave Lisa everything he had, all what she may or may not have wanted, he never asked, he just fucked her. He was hell bent on hurting her from a sexual point of view. Every pounding thump drove Lisa along the carpet 2 or 3 inches at a time.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere Lisa got a call, a voice in her lovely head. "Go for it Lisa, do it, give it back to him, go on, you know you can if you try, if you want to!" Her right leg dropped, her foot hooked under Stanley's thigh just above his knee, her right hand hooked under his armpit. She twisted her head, took an enormous breath and then heaved. She threw Stanley right over, whilst he was up in the air momentarily, her left hand held him and pulled down. Stanley Objo was twisted right round, suddenly he was looking up at the most divine sight a man could witness.

Lisa was on her knees astride him, his cock still where it was meant to be, but the look on her face. It was sheer determination, sheer delight, complete shock, that she had done what she had done. And he knew that she meant it. Stanley knew better than to try and throw her back over, which he could have done so easily. Lisa dropped her hands on his shoulders, dared him to challenge her, and said. "Now Mr Objo lets see what we are made of shall we?"

Lisa lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, and Stanley followed her movements, in a second Lisa's face was flush with pleasure, contorted with utter arousal, passion and desire for the cock so wonderfully doing what she knew only it could, and added to that an enormous amount of pride.

She loved riding her husband like this, but this was different, now she had a man under her that could, and would throw her off and back under him if he wanted to. That was the difference between him, and Brian, her husband, he loved being dominated by Lisa. Lisa knew Mr Objo was tolerating it from her. This knowledge gave her the added momentum to ride him like a stallion. She drove her body up and down, his cock finding every crevice she had, it smoothed her out, it formed its own passage within her and Lisa felt every passing. She had earth shattering climaxes, and each one added to the last.

Eventually Lisa had no more, she was spent and physically empty. Slowly she leaned forward and slipped into a haze of sleepy loving, her head came to rest on Stanley's chest. He let her lay there, then his cock erupted. He forced himself to stay still, but he still pumped Lisa full of his thick, steaming hot cum. He heard a satisfied sleepy sigh, he knew she was happily sated.

Lisa opened her eyes to find herself being lifted off him, he struggled to his feet and carried the gorgeous beautiful sexy wife up to his bed. He chuckled to himself silently as he remembered telling her husband the day before, that.

"I have takeover business of the female variety on my agenda tomorrow Brian," (today) "so I'll be missing from the office all day. You" he told Lisa's husband, "are to steer the ship for me." Her husband had clapped him on the shoulder, and winking knowingly said, "She must be a very lucky girl Stanley, give her one for me!" He laughed behind his hand "Oh I intend to Brian, and you will be firmly in my mind, you had better believe me, I am going to." Lisa's husband had laughed uproariously. "You wouldn't be Brian," he thought salaciously, "if you knew it was your beautiful blond wife I am going to be fucking all day." He said silently to himself. Stanley loved the power, openly, or overtly.

Stanley's next intention with Lisa was a blow job, and then Lisa's ass again, he was going to rip her a new one. He spent an inordinate amount of time just loving and enjoying the blond beauty, and knew there was nothing he couldn't do that would meet with opposition of any sort from her.

Lisa too explored him, she relished his black skin, the smooth vibrant contours of his expressive body. The raw strength about him, that pulsed and flowed through and from him. His heavy wiry hair covered testicles amazed her, the lumpy fullness of them, his scrotum got a detailed examination from her learning fingers. She could feel the hardness of his cock right to his hairy ass.

Stanley was getting hard proper, he was almost ready for his blow job. The beautiful, gorgeous much wanted blond wife, who was the willing recipient of his all encompassing seduction. She was his very own black cock, black skinned subject. Lisa was learning him, and she wanted to pass her exams with flying colours.

Lisa kissed, sucked, nibbled and licked her way right around his body, there was nowhere her nose, mouth, lips and tongue did not venture. Stanley lay back and savoured her attention. "You love my black skin don't you Lisa?" he asked. Lisa had to think the answer. "Yes Mr Objo," she said, "I do, it mesmerises me, why I don't know." "And at the centre of your black world is this," he waved his beautiful black cock in the air, "isn't it, you love it don't you Lisa?" Her stunning eyes followed the bobbing head mechanically, she hadn't yet sucked him, but she knew there was nothing on earth that was now going to stop her from doing what she was ordained to do. "Yes Mr Objo I do," she answered.

"Then Lisa, get down on the floor, I am going to allow you to worship me, and," he said pointedly," your beautiful black cock, are you?" Lisa was off the bed and on her knees before he had hardly finished speaking, she was nodding her head, her blond hair swaying around her. She was drooling at the very thought. "Jesus Christ," he said to himself, "have you ever seen anything like this Stanley?" he asked in his head.

"Left hand to hold it Lisa, I want to see your wedding rings as you blow me." Lisa obeyed, but that thought resonated with her too, but it never stopped her making sure her wedding rings were kept in his eye line. Lisa began to suck and slurp over the black tool that filled her loving mouth. His cock head filled her, the big purple, red coloured top magnetized her.

Her hands drifted everywhere they could, up and down his pole, around his thighs, tickling his balls. And last but not least, she fingered his ass which he loved. It was also something she had never done for Brian, her husband. Lisa bobbed her head, she increased speed and power, she went through the gears and soon even Stanley knew there would be only one ending here, the one he wanted and demanded.

He looked own, "Go on Lisa, make me cum, make me fill your mouth, do not spill a drop, take everything, take it all." His demand was met with her purpose and full intention. He flopped back and blew his load, Lisa attacked him with all she was. She gobbled and swallowed, breathed deeply through her nose and she succeeded in giving him everything.

She had never let her husband treat her this way, nonchalance was not in her mind, she refused to subject herself to a whim of his, but she wanted to subject herself to Mr Objo whims, whatever they were, she vied for them. It was maybe that she knew there was no future in this, she didn't not want to lose her marriage, no matter the level of adulterous behaviour she was doing.

"When you kiss your husband goodnight tonight Lisa, remember this moment, keep it in your mind. My cock loving your lips, and your heart and mind, remember this Lisa!" It was said with authority and Lisa heeded it, though she didn't really like it. Lisa stayed with what she was doing right now and loved it. The smooth feel of his cock swimming in her mouth, his taste, his odour, his aroma would stay with her for ever, she would never let that go, ever.
She shrank away and stayed on her knees regaining her breath and mind. This had to be her best blow job ever, not only giving it, but receiving it too. She touched, felt him, it was growing limp, but she memorised it, it would stay forever in her mind, imprinted forever by her own female womanly libido, her own testosterone.

Stanley leaned down and drew her up and into bed. They both rested, He had only one thing on his mind now, and that was fuck this fabulous woman's ass once more. It would be his way of leaving her with the love and admiration he felt for her. Lisa was truly the most beautiful woman he had made love to, he felt honoured to have had her, even own her for a time.

He felt pity, contempt, sadness for her husband, but Stanley knew now that if he hadn't got her, another black man would have. He didn't know if she would go on wanting black skin, black cock, black men or what. It was a decision to be made by her in her own way. This was his last time with her, but Lisa never knew it, he had his own wife to contend with. And his wife Tara didn't take prisoners, so he knew he had to get out while the going was good. Tara would find out one way or another for certain, she was likely just to guess and be dead right, and Stanley would be in the deep mucky brown stuff. And there would be serious casualty's if she did.

Lisa used her super sexy soft woman's body to lavish Stanley, the feel of his skin enticed her, she flushed with pleasure and desire for it, for him, for her husband's black boss. While she felt like this the thought was always there that she didn't love him, not in the way she loved her husband, so why was she like this, would it go on, would it last? The thought pelted her mind from all angles.

The thoughts were banished when Stanley squeezed her nipples tightly. Lisa cowed and cringed, "Ooooh Mr Objo, that smarts, please don't, not so hard, please?" His answer to that was to raise his hand, and deliver s crushing smack to Lisa toned, tight, and firm ass. She cried out, but not as loud as the next one, as another flat handed blow hit her other as cheek.

"You don't get to ask or demand anything Lisa, you do get to do as you are told!" Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, he hand rose and fell on to her reddening ass cheeks. "Is that understood, am I making myself clear enough for you?" He asked her with menace in his voice. Lisa hand never been so shocked, no one in her life had ever smacked, her, treated her like this, it was a complete and utter shock to her system.

She also quickly apologised, "I'm sorry Mr Objo, it was such a surprise, please forgive me?" Huge tears fell from her huge heartbreakingly beautiful eyes. "Lisa," he said, "let's face it, you are here for me to fuck. You are here because I am black, you wanted to know about black cock, you now know about black cock, my black cock. I am fucking you, I will fuck you how I want to fuck you. You will bend to me so I can fuck you. You want me to fuck you don't you?" The last sentence was unequivocal.

Lisa never gave it a moment's thought. "Yes Mr Objo, I am here for you to f....." "So say it then." His flat hand reconnected with Lisa's ass once more. Her cry went unheeded as another landed. "Yes, yes, yes Mr Objo, I AM HERE FOR YOU TO FUCK, I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME, PLEASE Mr OBJO FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME PLEASE." Lisa's humiliation was over, he had what he wanted, complete subservience, he would leave her today to find her own way.

"Take my cock Lisa, use it, do what you want, make me hard for you Lisa, like only you can." He told her gently. Lisa was so grateful for his kindness, not yet aware her ass was going to get it. She gave herself over to Stanley, she had never quite given herself over to Brian this way. She cherished him, she loved him, she toyed, fingered, sucked, kissed and licked. Lisa slid over him everywhere, Stanley snagged her pussy with his tongue and Lisa came once more. Stanley's big black dick was rising to the occasion.

"What will you do Lisa when your husband and you are making love when I am there in your mind. When you see me, see this," he said waving his black pink topped missile her way. "Will you tell him you want to try black, knowing you already have. Will you mention my name, Do you think he will agree Hmmmm?" Lisa heard all of that and was floored by what Mr Objo had said.

A supersonic flat hand landed on her ass. "I asked you questions Lisa, answer them, now!" "Arggggh," she cried out. "I don't know Mr Objo, I don't know what I will or would say. But yes I will see this," she said and bent down to kiss his cock. "And I might mention about trying blacking, enticing him with black on blond, maybe a video. Do you think I ought to mention your name. Brian might think it could help him?"

Stanley gave it no more thought, the thought and process was firmly implanted in Lisa's mind, it would find its own way out when it was ready. He gently pushed Lisa on to her stomach, Stanley was getting ready to have his fun, this was his favourite sport, ass fucking a woman. But this was different to all the others. This was Lisa Carter, the most beautiful of blonds, the most beautiful of wives, and she was a mother too, and right now, Lisa Carter was his, she belonged to him totally.

Lisa Carter knew it too, she felt it, it was tangible, palpable, it swam around her, cocooned her, oh yes, she knew it. She didn't have to be told, she spread her legs, got up on her elbows, pushed her gorgeous rump into the air, Lisa was ready for him. Stanley decided on one last thing, the last victory. "Ask me Lisa, beg me, beg your husband's boss to fuck you in the ass, do it, or suffer the consequences." Lisa had nothing to think about. "Please Mr Objo, you are my husband's boss, you have mastered me, please fuck my ass. My husband's wife's ass is yours Mr Objo, fuck me, please fuck me Mr Objo, Oh please!" Lisa hoped and prayed that this was what he wanted, and she meant it too. She meant it like she had never meant or wanted anything so much in her life.

Stanley stopped dead and stared at Lisa, the smooth downward arch of her back, the rise up to her shoulders, and the one up to her ass took his breath away, the gentle slope down the back of her thighs to her long legs, to pointed toes. Her long shaggy blond hair hung down as she bowed her head in complete acceptance of Stanley's ownership and dominance of her, it gave Lisa a thrill to even think it.

He got between her knees, there would be no lubricant today. "Are you ready Lisa, are you accepting your black masters cock in your ass Hmmmm?" Lisa knew it was really a game, but yes she did accept it, fully. She played her part completely. "Yes master, I am, please do it, I need it," she told him and meant every letter.

Stanley lay down on her back, clipped her nipples in his fingers and Lisa moaned in joy, pleasure, and delight, she loved her nipples being attacked like this. He lifted his ass and probed with his cock looking for her secret entrance. "There," Lisa cried, "right there Mr Objo." He pressed and Lisa felt her ass begin to swell under the pressure. Her little brown hole expanded, it was already soft and yielding due to her own Stanley made secretions.

Then Stanley popped in and Lisa squealed in pain, he pressed harder. He gripped her shoulders and sank further in, Lisa tried to naturally twist away but he held her. She cried, knowing that there was more to come, a lot more. She wanted to escape but feared she may, she wanted, yet dreaded what he was doing and about to do to her. Now Stanley had her, his hands and arms secured her, his body held her, Lisa was going nowhere but down.

Stanley forced himself deeper until he felt him touching her ass with his own loins. Then he pulled back and rammed in. It took mere milliseconds but in the short moment in time Lisa Carter had been well and truly speared. "Arggggh Oh God, Oh Mr Objo Please please please," she wept, but also knowing there would be no mercy now, no forgiveness, this is what he wanted, this was what Stanley was getting and taking. He settled into his task of opening up Lisa forever, her ass would never be the same. His hips rose and fell methodically, full long drwn out thrusts, he pulled back until he felt the nip of Lisa's ass hole grip him, then pushed back in. Lisa became pliable, unable to respond, unable to stop the feeling of complete and utter surrender to her subjection.

Amazingly she began to feel a burning sensation in her ass, it spread like warm butter on toast. Stanley felt her compliance, pushed a hand down and fingered her hot wet pussy. Lisa came in a torrent. "Oooooh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Hmmmm, Yes, Oh God yes, Oh Mr Objo what are you doing to m....." "Your black master is fucking your ass, do you want me to continue Mrs Carter?" "Oh yes Mr Objo, please don.... sto.... Oh God its killing m.... I love it, I love i.... Oh yes yes yes you..... Oh, bastard I love it, Oh God yes!" Stanley roared on, he swamped her, he fucked her, he would hurt her he knew, but it didn't matter. It would only matter to her later, he would not be there by then. This was his mountain he had wanted to climb for so long.

He bent his head and summarily, and thoroughly battered her with his now rock hard and stout black cock, Lisa would know forever what he had done to her, what she had subjected herself willingly to. Lisa was in an out of body state, Stanley fucked her for about ten long minutes, and several orgasms later Lisa knew none of it. She did feel him cum, she felt her ass sell to proportions that frightened her, she thought she would burst.

Then he was slipping out, she was sure she heard her ass shut with a bang! She lay there for a long time, not daring to move. Stanley was over her, kissing, touching and loving her, as a woman of her beauty would expect. Then he wasn't there, she opened and eye and Mr Objo was walking out of the shower and getting dressed. She watched his magnificence. She adored his body, his power, his blackness.

"Close the front door when you leave Lisa," he said and then he was gone. Lisa looked about her, had she heard that right? Lamely she got out of the bed, and hobbled to the window, and Mr Objo was driving off in his car. He really had gone. It left Lisa feeling used and abused, let down and rejected, "Why" she asked of herself, "what has he done this for?" Even now she had no idea she would never see him again. Not only had he left her, he had moved on within the business, but he would never ever forget Lisa Carter, on no, never.

Lisa showered, and dressed in a towel she went to her car, there she put on her long coat, her ripped and torn clothes went into the trash can, and she drove home. There her life carried on with some normalcy, though her husband saw a change in her, but of course never guessed what. Lisa tried to accidentally speak to him by phone only to be told Mr Objo had moved to another branch, and your husband knew. Of course asking him where Mr Objo was wasn't on. He did tell her, and that he was in line for his job.

Lisa had been left in limbo, she missed him, but most of all she missed his skin and more, his black cock. She eventually managed to settle back into being Lisa, Mrs Carter, wife and mother. Two months later and she had got herself back together, put behind her what she had done. She actually enjoyed being who she was again. Admired by every man who saw her, envied by other women, and once more became Mrs Carter, sexiest woman she knew, she never once was bigheaded about it, she just knew she was.

There was a knock on her door one Tuesday morning. Lisa answered, and there on her door step was an amazingly handsome young black man. Lisa's heart spun, it raced back two months, and it was all there again, the insane desire to touch black skin. He was holding a clipboard, he said he was doing a survey and could he ask her a few questions. Lisa said yes of course he could.

He was over 6 feet, seemingly well built, and very good looking. Lisa never batted an eye. She invited him and they sat on her sofa next to each other as the young college grad began. One minute later Lisa's hand was on his thigh gently rubbing it with her finger tips, as she answered him. It never went unnoticed by the horny young graduate. He was stunned and bowled over because she was so beautiful, every boys wet dream woman.

Her eyes kept flicking to his, she looked at his lips. Her eyes were telling him to kiss her. Soon he was leaning closer, Lisa never broke contact, either with her hand which had by now drifted higher, or her come to bed heart stopping eyes. She bent her head sideways and kissed him. Her tongue popped salaciously into his mouth and he sucked it. Then her hand found what she needed more than anything she, or anyone else could possibly imagine, his hard young black cock. His and Lisa's minds exploded in unison.
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