As Pastor Richard Knowlton sat in his office at home while trying to prepare his sermon for that coming Sunday, he looked out of his open doorway to the view across the way where his lovely wife Nell was drying the dishes. So beautiful, so pure and innocent looking, the sight of his lovely wife caused Rich (as he liked to be called) to reflect back a few weeks earlier as Nell left with their son and her parents on the cabin cruiser. Seeing them off at the dock, it was planned for Rich to later fly over to meet them at one of their island hopping stops.
Waving and taking pictures as the boat departed from the dock, Rich sat at his computer that night to download the shots and print a copy of each. Then came that last shot of them waving from the back of the deck, but atop the boat was the muscular black deckhand hired to handle chores, and his evil smile while gazing at Nell below was unnerving as the bastard was squeezing at his bulging crotch.
Upon meeting up with them as scheduled, Rich got to learn that his nightly dreams and fantasies of his lovely wife, since she had departed on the boat, had actually become reality one night. With him alone on the anchored boat while everyone was in the water swimming and diving, Rich had invaded his wife’s privacy by sneaking into the dairy that she updated daily. And in it were the horrifying yet enthralling details of his beautiful wife being raped on deck one night in the darkness of the night.
His cock throbbing in the confines of his shorts, Rich read the dairy ‘Awful! So awful! He did his thing in me, finished in me!’ And further along in the diary, he read ‘I feel sick right now thinking about it all, how awful it was to take his filthy penis into my mouth!’ ‘He made me kneel there on the cushion, pushing himself into my mouth, entwining his thick fingers into my hair! How humiliating! He was actually having sex with my mouth!’ ‘……………he stopped, keeping the fat tip in ……………then began spewing his slimy filth into my mouth! ………………had to swallow it all or choke to death on it! So much, just so much of it! So horrible!’
Going ashore to visit the island, walking hand in hand, they later parted ways with Nell going to the nearby bazaar while he went to view the old monastery. Having told Nell that he’d later catch up with her, Rich went to the bazaar to look for her and had just spotted her flowing blonde hair near the edge of a stall. Recognizing the dress that she wore, Rich began making his way over to her then realized that she was talking to someone standing behind the wooden stall.
With a large black hand coming into view, taking his wife’s petite white one in hand, Rich watched as Nell disappeared behind the stall. Making his way there, Rich then found a pathway between the bushes behind the stall and quietly began down the pathway. This turned out to be such a mind blowing experience for him while hiding in the tall grass and watching intently like a filthy-minded voyeur. His jaw dropped wide open upon seeing his lovely wife getting eaten out by this man who’s name apparently was Balai as Nell screamed out “Yes, oh yessssssssssss ……………………eat me Balai ………………….eat meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!”
The fellow named Balai later proceeded to give Nell the fucking of a lifetime, with Rich watching intently from his hiding spot, listening to the “Shlurk ………………shlurk ……………..shlurk ……………..shlurk!” sounds emanating from the lovers’ union. Like rutting animals, the pair went at it with wild abandon as Rich looked on in astonishment, hearing his innocent wife exclaim “Fuck me! Fuck me with your big black donker! Fuck me, Balai!”
As his wife lay with her arms and legs fully widespread, her charms fully exposed, thick male spunk oozed out of her well-fucked cunny to puddle onto the grass below. Then Rich observed the fellow named Balai reach over to a conch shell near his clothing and sounded his triumphant signal of having just conquered a lovely white married bitch. But soon Rich learned first hand that the triumphant signal also was to invite Balai’s friends down to where he was as Balai was going to share his golden treasure.
One by one they came running through the brush from all directions, with Rich counting fourteen others coming in to join the party. Watching intently from his hiding spot, Rich got to see Nell take on five men at a time as she was gangbanged time and time again. One thing that had made Rich shudder was the shrilling shriek that Nell had let out upon being sodomized for the very first time, for he could imagine her awful pain upon hearing “Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
When it was all over, Rich had snuck out of his hiding place and made his way back to the bazaar and waited for wife to reappear. He pretended on just having gotten then when she stepped out from behind the wooden stall, looking again like the pure and innocent beauty that she carried on to be and not like the wanton slut that had just been gangbanged by fifteen muscular and horny blacks men. ‘My, God, how can she be holding my hand and acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary? Had he not witness it for himself, there was no way he’d have ever believed it ever could have happened!’
Having returned home for a few days, with his wife in the shower the night before, Rich snuck into her personal diary and looked at the continuous scribbling at the letters ‘CDBF’. Those four letters apparently were obviously on his wife’s mind constantly, with it even being scribbled on the grocery list that she had prepared for shopping and had clipped it onto the refrigerator. Purposely questioning his wife as to what ‘CDBF’ meant, he smiled pretending not to know what it truly meant as she responded “It’s a new group that stands for Christian Devotees to Brotherhood!”
By coincidence Richard had picked up the phone in the study at the same time his wife got the phone ringing in the kitchen. Hearing Nell say ‘Hello’ first, Rich was about to hang up when a deep intriguing male voice spoke and asked “Mrs. Knolton?” After a ‘yes’ response, the male advised “Mama Wanda gave me your name and number! I understand you are a member of ‘CDFB’! A Cum Dump for Blacks! Is that correct?”
With another ‘yes’ response, Rich heard the man then ask “When and where would you like me to dump my black cum in you?” “Friday night, at my home, when my husband goes bowling with the church league and my son is sleeping over at a friend’s!” he heard his wife tell the unknown caller. Rich swallowed as his heart thumped in his chest, knowing that he’d be making a call for a substitute to replace him on the bowling team on Friday night, plus to clean up his side of the closet in order to give him a place to hide.
Since getting that phone call, Nell heart was beating rapidly in her chest as she wondered just why in the world she had said ‘yes’ to his questions and in fact had invited this unknown black man over to her home when Richard and her son would be out on Friday night. Clenching her cunny lips and squeezing her thighs together, Nell felt her mouth begin to water as she trembled in nervousness. ‘My, God, what have I done? A man ……………a black man ……………..a stranger …………….he’s coming to my home on Friday night ……………..to make love to me ………………….no, to fuck me with his big black cock!’ she shuddered.
Biting down on her bottom lip, Nell blinked back the tears as she looked at the king-sized bed that was nicely made in the master bedroom with an ivory white spread upon it. She swallowed nervously in picturing herself lying upon the top of it ………………..naked with a muscular black man unclothed and lying atop of her, fitting his bloated cockhead up against her sex. Squeezing her thighs together at the image of it, love juices oozed out of her pulsating slit into the crotch of her panties. Shuddering as she imagined seeing the huge black thrusting forward and slamming himself into her, the crotch of Nell’s panties suddenly became sopping wet.
Bowling shirt on with bowling bag at the ready, Rich licked at his lips in seeing his beautiful wife lay out a nice pink dress to wear for the evening along with a pair of white panthose and 3” white heels to go with her outfit. “Off for your regular meeting with the gals from the Women’s Auxiliary? Actual meeting or a gab session tonight?” he teasingly asked, knowing full well what was on the agenda for his beautiful wife. “Oh, Rich …………………you know its always a pure business session and that we women don’t go gabbing about people in the community!” she laughed in response.
With Nell going to her underwear drawer to get ready to go into the shower, Rich gave her a kiss goodbye and told her “I’m going to be out late tonight! Think I’ll have a pop or something mild after bowling, just to chat with the guys while they grab a beer or two, not good to keep passing when they invite me to join them!” Thus, Rich had just provided his wife with more time to entertain the guest that she was expecting that night. As she entered the bathroom, Rich hurried out to the garage to stash his car around the block, packing a more indiscreet shirt to change into once he parked the car.
Minutes later, having parked on a side street away from his home, Rich was at the outside of his home near the master bath to make sure that his wife was still in the shower. Hearing it still on, he could then make it back into the house and into the closet of the master bedroom without her knowledge. Getting into the small but comfortably set-up hiding space that he had prepared from himself, Rich peered out through the slits and smiled in seeing that he had a fabulous view of their marital bed.
As Nell appeared out of the master bath to sit on the bed, Rich watched intently as his wife grasped her pantyhose and was proceeding to roll one hose over her right foot. ‘No, you don’t need those honey! You’ll turn him on even more when he sees your long sexy white legs bare without the pantyhose!’ he wanted to tell his wife. It was as if she had read his mind as Nell pulled the garment off and tossed it aside on the king-sized bed. Garbed only in a pair of matching lacy white panties and flimsy bra, Rich was excited in seeing her don her pink dress on and slip into her white heels in preparation for her big date.
Right at 7 p.m., the doorbell rang and Rich could see his anxious wife nearly run out of the bedroom to get the door. He desperately wanted to see who had arrived and what was happening out in the living room or den as he could make out a bit of the conversation taking place between his wife and definitely a male visitor from the deeper voice that he could make out. But Rich dared not leave his hiding spot for fear of being discovered and that would certainly put a damper on the evening’s activities, especially what he hoped to view right there in the master bedroom.
A long fifteen minutes later, footsteps could finally be heard coming down the hallway toward the master bedroom, and Rich began to sport a boner in his pants. There came Nell with a glass of her favorite white wine in one hand and her other one was in that of her guest as she guided him into the master bedroom. ‘Damn, even after what I witnessed during the vacation, I’d never ever believe that Nell would desecrate her marital vows to me right here on our marital bed!’ he thought, though quite anxious for it to actually happen. With Nell setting down her glass of wine and then taking the drink from her guest to do the same with it, Rich watched in awe as a passionate kiss ensued.
“Hot damn, Mrs. Knowlton, yer a fuck’n preacher’s wife! Holy shit! Jeezus fuck’n Christ, if’n that don’t beat it all!” came the exclamation from the big black male guest that Nell had invited into the master bedroom. Rich swallowed in anticipation, unable to breathe as he stared into the bedroom through the slits in the closet door, becoming quite excited upon hearing the man tell Nell “Oh, man, sweetie ……………………….I’s ain’t ever had no preacher’s wife give me some head!” Seeing the man pushing Nell down to the carpet after leading her to a nearby sofa where he sat down and pulled off his shirt, they had come to just a few feet away from the closet door. Rich leaned forward for more of a close-up view as his beautiful wife was reaching up towards the front of the man’s pants.
Eyes wide, unable to breathe, Rich leaned further towards the slits of the closet door to get an even closer view as his wife’s lovely manicured fingers fished out the long thick male specimen that this man possessed. Then his seemingly innocent looking wife began shucking at the man’s cock as if she was a pro, shucking at the growing stem that was mere inches from her beautiful face. And when she stuck out her pink tongue and avidly began teasing the bloated cockhead by flicking the tip of her tongue about it, the big man groaned with pleasure and exclaimed “Damn! No one’s ever gonna believe this! Beautiful wife of a preacher ………………………..and a fabulous little cocksucker!”
Rich’s jaw dropped wide open as down went his beautiful wife, gobbling up as much of the dark meat as she could get into her mouth, causing the big man to grasp the back of her blonde head for support as he moaned “Oh, babyyyyyyyyy! Oh, yeahhhhhhhhhh …………………that’s it honey ………………suck it ……………….git all, cause Billy Ray’s soon gonna give ya a real special kinda communion …………….one ya ain’t ever gonna git in church!” Then Rich observed Nell’s right hand move from the man’s thigh up to the center of the big man’s crotch, causing him to groan with pleasure as he panted “Oh, yeah, baby! That’s it sweetie ……………that’s it! Oh, man, yer soft little hand feels so fuck’n goooooooood! Yeah, baby …………..roll them nuts like that!”
Head bobbing up and down, gulping down then releasing it to tongue the sensitive head, the beautiful Mrs. Nell Knowlton was quite impressive in her performance in giving a man ‘head’. That would certainly be attested to by the big black man whom she had just met twenty minutes ago and was moaning with pleasure as he grasped her long silky blonde hair to keep her from unmouthing him. And as a spectator, her own husband was quite impressed at the avid enthusiasm in his wife’s performance in going down on a man, especially since she had never given him such a pleasure.
Seeing Billy Ray’s eyes glass over before throwing his head back while arching up his hips, his large hands kept Nell from pulling away from any of the lengthy cock that was deep down in her throat, Rich felt his own cock near bursting as the large fellow bellowed “Ohhhhh ………………ohhhhh …………………..ohhh, communion time fer ya, Mrs. Knowlton! Yeah baby ……………….eat it ……………….eat it all! Ah, Jezzzus, yer one hell of a cocksucker, sweetie! Ohhh, baby, ya ain’t gonna be treated to any communion wine as sweet and fresh as Billy Ray’s, no sireee!”
Rich stared on in amazement as his beautiful wife continued sucking as the now dwindling stem till Billy Ray pulled at the back of her hair to ease her off of his now oversensitive cockhead. With Billy Ray standing while pulling her up from the floor and looking into her eyes as Nell liked at her pink lips, Rich watched as the big man bent down to give his wife a deep kiss on the lips. “Hmmm, always wanted to kiss a preacher’s wife, and a beautiful one with my cum on her pink lips makes it all more exciting!” the man taunted.
To Rich’s shock, he then heard his innocent wife tell Billy Ray “Now you’ve gotten your wish of kissing a pastor’s wife with your creamy cum on her lips! So, have you ever wanted to undress the wife of a pastor? Strip a pastor’s wife …………get her naked and ready for bed ………………..so you can ‘fuck’ the daylights out of her!” And then he watched as Nell turned her back to the big man, who’s hands were being guided up to the hook and zipper behind of his wife’s neck. ‘Zippppppppppppppppppp!’ could be heard as the big man’s hand was obviously unzipping Nell’s pink dress.
Pink dress on the floor puddled around Nell’s white heels, then her milky white breasts were bared as her bra was removed by the big man who draped the frilly bra from its shoulder strap on the closet’s doorknob. Big black hands were now cupping his wife’s titties, thumb and forefingers caressing and teasing at Nell’s tender pink nipples. The big man was now kissing and teasing her earlobes while fondling her breasts, the man asked of Nell “How would the preacher’s beautiful wife want Billy Ray to please her?” Looking at his wife through the slits, Rich observed her tremble then stammer out “Eee …………..eat me! I want you to eat me, Billy Ray!”
With his wife carried over to the bed and laid upon it, her ass on the edge and legs draped down to the ground, Rich watched as the big man proceeded to work Nell’s lacy white panties down over her trim hips. Down her trim sexy white legs, then one white heel was slipped off followed by the other before her panties were stripped from her completely. Next, the big man was kneeling upon the bedroom carpet, the perfect height to just snuggle his face up into Nell’s soft golden nest.
Pretty pedicured toes of both petite feet pressing down upon the muscular black shoulder muscles, Rich observed his beautiful wife arching up into the slurping mouth as Nell’s trim white fingers grasped desperately at the man’s kinky hair. “Oh, yes …………yes …………………….yes, Billy Ray ……………………….eat me …………………..eat meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ……………………….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Rich heard his wife scream out over the loud slurping sounds from between her thighs as Billy Ray obviously took great pleasure in eating out a pastor’s hot little wife.
Having orgasmed in Billy Ray’s slurping mouth, Nell’s legs were wide splayed as she lay upon the bed, her feet resting upon the carpeting while her guest was now shucking off his clothing. Watching as the big man shucked at his boner in preparation, Rich was pressed up against the closet door from where he saw Billy Ray lift Nell’s limp legs to place them upon the king-sized bed while getting his wife to turn lengthwise upon it. Then the big man was joining her upon their marital bed.
Seeing Nell’s beautifully manicured fingers reach for and clasp the ebony shaft, Rich sucked in his breath as his lovely wife spread her trim white legs wide as she guided the long black cock to her entrance. Then she was rubbing the head of the fuckstick up and down her slit, apparently to stimulate it even more as well as to lubricate it. “Ohhhhh, you’re so bigggg, Billy Ray! Ohhhh, yes, yes, do it ………………..do it ………give it to me …………………….yes, yessssssssssssss, fuck me …………….fuck meeeeeeeee …………………..fuck me with your big black cock …………………………cum in me …………………make me a cum dump for your big black cock!”
It was quite an entertaining Friday night for Rich as he sat hiding in the corner of his closet, with the finale coming as Nell was up on all fours while Billy Ray gave her a good butt fucking that had his beautiful wife squealing as he got her tight butt of open for him. Nearing ten o’clock, with Nell seeing her guest to the front door, Rich awaited for her to shower once again in order to take that opportunity in exiting the closet and making his own departure without being discovered. Out the side door and on his way to the car, Rich was wondering when his lovely wife would get another phone call from Billy Ray or any other black man wanting to use his beautiful wife a ‘cum dump’. ‘My God, that was so exciting! How can I get Nell down on her knees and take me in her mouth like she did for Billy Ray?’ he wondered.
Pondering over his proposed sermon for that Sunday, Rich just couldn’t concentrate well as his mind continued to replay the exciting scenes that he had witnessed from inside the closet. It had been by sheer chance that he had picked up the telephone when Billy Ray had called that day, thus Rich had to figure out a way of learning if and when another phone call came in or he’d surely miss out on the excitement of watching his beautiful wife make love ………no get herself fucked would be more accurate …….by another big black buck! Then it dawned on him as he recalled that television show he had seen on private investigators, where there were stores or magazines that provided listening devices that could be tapped into a telephone and record conversations.
Weeks later, playing back the device he had purchase and hid in his desk after hooking it up to the phone extension in his study, Rich was met with disappointment each night. No new phone calls and he in fact could see Nell jump and run to answer the phone the last few days, for which he believed it due to her anxiousness to have another meeting with Billy Ray or another big black man such as him. ‘God, she must be climbing the walls right now after two long weeks!’ Rich thought, recalling that other night of how she had kept humping back at him for more after he had ejaculated after only just a dozen strokes or so after penetrating her.
Having had a call from one of the parishioners, Rich drove out to perform needed services as a pastor to chat with and give counsel to a home for the needy in the city. Having to go through the rather seedy part of town, Rich observed the streetwalkers plying their trade in trying to entice passing drivers to pick them up. Numerous motels lined the street, many of them seedy nature with names such as the ‘No-tell Motel’ and with many advertising ‘free’ x-rated channels in each room.
On his way home, there was a shop in a new strip mall called ‘Spy World’ and Rich turned in to check out the gadgets offered. Spycams, hidden microphones, GPS trackers, etc. would provide a spy enthusiast with many an interesting playtoy. Rich wondered if any other gadget, besides the recorder that he had to tape phone conversations at his home, could be of use to him in furthering his quest to spy upon his beautiful wife. Picking up a magazine of the items offered, he made a small purchase as he wanted to test out an item.
Having tested the item, calling from his home phone and recording a message to his recorder at the church, Rich found that the voice synthesizer actually did work and that his voice was completely disguised. After driving back out to view the seedy motels that he had seen, paying for rooms at various places, he found that the ‘No-tell Motel’ offered just what he needed to accomplish what he had in mind. Then, going to a nearby payphone, Rich attached the voice synthesizer and dialed his home number.
Knowing that his wife would not be working at her part-time job as a librarian, nor this being her volunteer day at the hospital, this was her free day until their son got home from school in the afternoon. With a Caller I.D. on their phone, he could not do this from his cellphone nor that of the church, making a public phone booth a necessity. And when Nell answered, Rich spoke into the synthesizer attached to the voice piece, advising “Mama Wanda gave me your name and number! I understand you are a member of ‘CDFB’! A Cum Dump for Blacks! Is that correct?”
“Ye …………yes ……………yes I am?” came his wife’s stammering reply as if that reference had something snap deep in her brain. “You will please me by coming immediately to Room #7 of the ‘No-tell Motel’ on Burgundy Street! I will be watching from the closet as I want you to walk the streets and bring back men ……………big black men who are willing to pay for your services ………..in bed!” Further instructions were provided to his somewhat hypnotized wife, telling her what to wear as well as what she should be charging for her services.
Wearing the nice yellow dress and white heels that she had worn for Easter Sunday, Nell nervously pulled into the parking lot of the seedy ‘No-tell Motel’. In just stepping out of the driver’s side and about to lock the car door, Nell found herself being hit upon by an elderly black gent who knew from the sight of her that she really did not belong there as the man advised his assessment of “Hubby ain’t taking care of his beautiful wife, huh? Yer here to take care of what hubby can’t supply, huh? Well, ol’ Nate here’s sure got what’s ya need, honey! How much, sweetie?”
Having seeing what had taken place out in the parking lot, Rich made his way to the closet, leaving the door to the motel room unlocked for the approaching couple. From his hiding place, Rich watched as his wife collected $100 from the fellow, putting it in her purse before dropping down to her knees and reaching up to undo the front of his trousers. ‘Damn, look at her go at him like a real pro!’ Rich mused as Nell blonde head was bobbing up on down between the long ebony limbs.
Like with Billy Ray, Rich observed his beautiful wife begging the fellow to eat out her snatch. A good fuck up her cunt with ol’ Nate giving her a good dosage of raw spunk, with his beautiful wife looking over towards the slitted closet door, had Rich spurting out a load against the inside of the closet. Then Nell’s first ‘John’ gone and she was taking a shower to cleanse herself. Shower completed and dressed once again, Nell left the motel room only to return fifteen minutes later with another ‘John’ in tow. Once this fellow got aroused from Nell’s avid sucking, he had her kneel fully clothed on all fours on the bed. Then, after pulling Nell’s panties down to her knees, the black bastard had her squealing as he took her tight little ass.
Then came the finale as Nell sought to do exactly what had been commanded of her on the phone, that of picking up a grungy old black man for a mere $10, bring him into the motel room and proceed to give the man pleasure with her hot sucking mouth. And when the wheezing man was near the point of no-return, Nell told him what she wanted and needed of him “Cum on me ……………shoot your hot cum all over my face!” As she proceeded to lick the underside of the long but wrinkled old cock, Nell shuddered at the smell and her stomach churned in revulsion, but she needed to please the unseen man hiding in the closet.
Face drenched and front of her yellow dress covered with spunk, her last ‘John’ having departed after getting his $10 worth, Nell counted out half the money earned that day and left it on the nightstand. Looking at the closed closet door, she wondered who was behind of it and who had been watching her prostitute herself for his pleasure. Going to the door, Nell hesitated as she wanted to clean herself up first, but remembered the caller’s vile and sadistic order for her to “Get him to cum all over you! And don’t clean yourself up till you get home!”
A twenty minute drive home, with that being the time her spell would terminate and have her returning back to reality, Nell gasped with horror as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Half dried cum splotches were all about her face, strands of it in her hair, and her classy yellow dress was not so very classy anymore. And that awful putrid smell had her shuddering in disgust, a smell that had literally been rubbed into her face when the old black geezer had held her tightly to him and had rubbed his wiry crotch up against her.
Taking the fifty percent of Nell’s earning plus half the tips that she had left for him, Rich counted out the $120 and felt a bit guilty of having taking hard earned money from his lovely wife. It would only be right that she have it all back, but Rich wondered how to go about getting it back to her. Then he thought of that homeless shelter that he had visited when coming up with his brilliant idea of using that voice synthesizer to entice Nell to the No-tell Motel.
With the majority of the men at the shelter quite old black fellows
who had fallen into destitute, Rich thought ‘Those poor fellow could use
some cheering up! Hmmm, perhaps Nell can help!’ Then his train
of thought continued ‘$120.00! A dozen guys! Ten bucks a pop
like the last guy! That’ $120! And I’ll tell her that she can
keep it all this time! That’ll do the trick!’ Rich smiled as
he thought ‘Watching her suck and fuck all those old black bastards, one
after the other, will be quite a reward in itself!’
End of Story.