Sandy’s Day in Church gets naughty!
Sandy Jenkins and her punter Jim had attended the small Baptist church for all their lives.. Her punter is impressively endowed with a nearly four inch manhood. And that manhood cannot reach the deep womb of the passionate and unfulfilled young slut.
However, this Sunday will change the couple forever. As Sandy dresses for church, she wickedly pulls the white silk hose up her long tanned legs and snaps them to the thin white garter belt. Seductively, she smiles at her devoted and doting punter and feels the beginnings of her deep and unrelenting frustration, as she observes his underpowered manhood start to stiffen and form a small and unimpressive tent in the front of his white boxer shorts.
Sandy turns, and pulls the white silk blouse over her small but perfect pear shaped breasts. Her nipples harden; but she knows deep down that even if her punter attempts to satisfy her needs she will remain unfulfilled, frustrated, and have the deep simmering anger fester deep inside her tight perfect body.
Jim her punter rises and covers the short distance between them. He reaches around her back and gently caresses her tight nipples. Quickly, Sandy grabs his hands and harshly reprimands her now aroused punter, “Don’t. You will only fail again and shoot that disgusting dribble in me. Besides we will be late for church.”
Rebuffed; Again; Jim her punter angrily turns and walks back to the closet, where he selects his well worn suit to accompany his beautiful slut to the small Baptist church.
The two sit silently as their car slowly makes it to the church on this beautiful sunny spring day. Fighting boredom, they trudge to the pew where they always sit. The white congregation in the middle class suburb of Biloxi, Mississippi are mostly bored. However, that boredom is nearly always broken when Sandy Hunter makes her way down the long aisle. Her sexy walk, and her short white summer dress catch nearly everyone’s attention; both men and women alike.
The young seemingly perfect couple absently wait for the Minister to arrive, to deliver another one of his exceedingly boring and useless sermons. Just as the Minister arrives, a young powerfully black man takes a seat next to the petite young slut. At first she is startled; normally her punter and her have the second pew to themselves as everyone else is too embarrassed to sit with them.
The young black, however, is not too embarrassed. In fact, as he sits down, he drips of supreme arrogance. He brazenly looks at the white silk covered knees and six inches of delightful thigh flesh of the stunning slut. Unconsciously, she draws closer to her previously useless punter. The action is noticeable and Jerome, the young black man smiles at the surprised slut. She returns his smile with a smirk and raises her nose, as she turns towards the stuttering dribble from the bored Minister.
Sandy has heard the rumors about the arrogant Black. She has heard about the three white wives that he has “had his way with”. In fact, one of the women, who is in her church circle, confided in Sandy how the black seduced her; or more correctly forcefully implanted his seed deep within her willing womb. The two women had talked on many occasions… primarily about the fact that their own punters were totally unable to arouse passion; unable to even marginally complete their husbandly duties. What stuck in Sandy’s overwrought mind was the fact that her friend had described in great and loving detail the passion; no the unbridled raw lust that the black had unleashed on her ravished body.
Her friend had told her that the black had called her at work; and “ordered” her to go shopping for erotic lingerie and meet him at one of the seedier hotels in the black section of Biloxi. Tearfully, her friend had told her that although it was against everything she believed in … She had succumbed. Succumbed to the large and powerful black cock and the domineering black master who owned it. Succumbed to the pleasure and ecstasy that the masterful cocksman had pleasured her with. She related to Sandy that the black had totally conquered her; and made her his black cum slut. She could not resist his pleasure giving appendage…
Sandy was shocked when her white married friend described in detail the debauchery that she was forced to endure at the hands of her black master. Her black master had totally captured her mind, thoughts and tight white body. She had told Sandy of last week-end when she was forced to dress a total fuck slut and accompany her black master to Birmington where she was the entertainment for nearly a dozen of the black’s business associates.
When Sandy felt she could no longer be shocked her friend had dropped the next bombshell. Sandy was told that her friend’s punter was forced to act as the maid when the black came to visit… to wear a bow tie … and nothing else. After the black has filled his wife with black creme, he is then ordered to drop to his knees; clean the black weapon; and then suck his wife’s pussy chamber of the ample deposit of the black’s discharge.
As the sermon drags on the Black continues to brazenly stare at the young beauty and Sandy becomes overly self conscious. She fidgets and the squirming pushes the already short skirt higher and higher exposing more of her delightful warm flesh. She feels her nipples harden and her breathing becomes more and more labored. She allows her tongue to caress her lips and her eyes drop to the black’s dark loose trousers. Startled, she can see the outline of his long hard cock creeping down his inner thigh reaching ever downward.
Sandy gasps as her mind estimates the girth and length of the huge man weapon. “It must be nearly eleven inches in length and the size of her forearm, ” she imagined.
Sandy could feel her outer lips become dew coated. Her white satin panties were becoming soaked and she suddenly felt light headed. And then… her eyes made contact with the black man. He caught her in the act of staring at his crotch and her face became emerged in a deep crimson blush.
Sandy quickly looks away… As she consciously avoids eye contact with the black; her eyes catch the intense stare of her friend and her punter from across the church. She can see the frightened and anxious eyes and then quickly look away when she gains eye contact… Sandy’s emotions are racing. Can she secretly crave the long black weapon only an arm’s length away.
How could she ever face her punter again if she allowed her carnal needs to take precedent over her marriage vows? How?
As her mind raced; as her emotions seemed to overpower her; as her pussy lips became coated with their sweet smelling coating she had made the decision.
Although her decision had been made she had not reconciled how she was going to implement it. She had to be careful; although her punter could not satisfy her needs with his undersized and under powered white boy penis she did not want to cause him pain. She was certain that he could never cope with another man … especially a virile black man to enter his precious wife.
She continued to struggle with the conflicts racing throughout her mind; and throughout her overheated body. Turning her head to face the black, she let her tongue slip between her brightly coated lips. When their eyes met she lowered them to her lap. Knowing that the black’s eyes had followed hers, she innocently parted her tightly clasped knees and allowed the short white summer dress to rise even more, exposing the tender white silk thighs. She felt warm on this cool spring day as she continued to tease the muscular black man only ten inches away. She felt her chamber start leaking its precious fluid and felt as she was rapidly approaching a mind shattering climax and then…
Mercifully, the sermon finally concluded.
As several of Jim’s co-workers workers filed past, Jim the punter whispered in Sandy’s ear that he needed to talk to a colleague. Sandy, realizing what he had just told her, tried to grab him as he rose. Her reflexes were far too slow in her aroused and agitated state.
She fell back in the pew feeling totally abandoned. As she dejectedly turned, the black had slid over and was nearly touching her overheated body. “Lose the wimp. I’ll wait for you in my car; it’s around back…”
She silently stared at his dark and menacing face attempting to understand what he had just told her. As she tried to comprehend what she had just been told, she feels his strong hand grasp her breast and give it a firm feel. Smiling, Jerome, turns and walks out of the church. His open fondling was not seen by anyone other than Sandy, and her friend, who sits quivering in the pew looking at the arrogant black walk down the aisle.
Sandy desperately longs for sensible reasoning to return to her aroused body and overwrought mind. She sinks back into the hard wooden pew and searches for her punter who is totally absorbed in conversation with one of his business colleagues. Sensible reasoning loses out to hot passion.
Sandy gracefully pulls her tight desirable body up and smoothes her scrunched up tight white dress. She walks down the aisle of the crowded church searching for an excuse to tell her punter. As she walked up the aisle she noticed that her friend had already hurriedly left.
“Jim, I am going with Phyllis and Andy. I will be home before supper. Love…” she softly told her punter.
Jim merely nodded, not paying any more attention today than was normal. He was too self absorbed in his own importance to notice his wife quickly depart out the back door.
The sun was bright and warm as she exited the back door. Sandy quickly reached for her sunglasses to cut the glare and mercifully seen the black seated in his 1967 White Mustang Convertible. The engine was running and she walked to the passenger side with a puzzled look on her face. “What was she doing, she continually asked herself? How could she leave a place of worship and plan to commit adultery with this arrogant black?”
> Standing by the door, she looked at the black as if to ask why he wasn’t getting out to open the door as her punter Jim would do.
“GIT IN, ” came the response.
The arrogant attitude cut thought the charade. This wasn’t a date… This was pure unadulterated dominance; a trait that the black was a master at. He broke the white women from the very first moment. He understood that once his black cock had tunneled it’s long hard thickness into the tight and yielding womanhood that the illusion of romance would be over.
Hesitantly Sandy reached for the door handle; pulled the door open and slid into the white leather bucket seat. As she made her entrance her dress rose up her long silk covered thighs but she made no attempt at pulling the cloth of the skirt down. Thinking to herself that she would play with the black to enact a small degree of revenge for his recent slight, she embarked on a very dangerous game. A game where the black had never lost… A game in which Sandy had never before played.
The car sped away…
The black smiled. Yes… This was the one. The one that he was searching for…
The warm wind blew through Sandy’s long blonde hair and she felt alive as the car sped through the open countryside. Neither of the two spoke for nearly ten minutes.
The black was the first. Turning he gave his first command, “Unbutton the top three buttons of your dress.”
Sandy quickly digested the command. And then smiling she nimbly undid the top three buttons, and when completed parted her dimpled knees just slightly. Turning to the black she almost mockingly stated, “Did you think that I wouldn’t?”
Sandy felt daring as she toyed with the black. What she didn’t understand is that you don’t toy with a Cobra. A dangerous Cobra that is about to spring.
The black looked at the beautiful white slut seated next to him. The wind was playing havoc with her dress and he observed the small but perky breasts and nipples. The white silk bra was tight against the hardening nipples. The blood was running into the tips and causing them to become rock hard against the smooth cloth.
“Where are we going?” Sandy finally asks.
“I’m taking you to the lake. It’s where I take teasing white wives to give them their first taste of black cock.” the black answers matter-of-factly.
The sharpness and directness of the answer catches Sandy by surprise. She leans back in the comfortable leather seat and quietly contemplates what she has set in motion.
The sleek car finally arrives at the remote section of the tree shaded lake and slides to a complete halt. The black opens his door and starts walking to the water’s edge.
Sandy, suddenly tense and agitated meekly follows the blacks lead. As she approaches the black, she has buttoned up her dress and regaining her sense of morality quietly speaks, “I’ve changed my mind. I want you to take me back to the church. I will have my punter pick me up there.”
Not turning to face the beautiful slut, Jerome merely gives his next command, “Take your dress off. I am ready to fuck you now bitch!”
“I guess you didn’t hear me. I am ordering you to take me back to the church. I have no intention of having sex with you. You will do what I tell you or I’ll call my punter and I assure you, you will regret it, when he meets up with you. Do you understand?” Sandy arrogantly commands.
The rage is boiling in Jerome as he hears his latest acquisition give HIM orders. Controlling his anger, he quickly turns and spins placing himself between the car and Sandy. The rapid movement startles Sandy and she stumbles into the cold water of the lake’s edge. She is still wearing her white four inch heels and the water comes up to her calves. Jerome walks one menacing step towards Sandy, who backs up even more with the water coming to nearly to her knees. The water is extremely cold and she starts shivering; desperately wanting to exit the cold lake. Her heels dig into the soft sand bottom. She has quickly determined that the upper hand has shifted; and not to her favor.
“I told you to strip your dress off. I want to see that pasty white body of yours before I plant my seed, ” reiterates the black master. As he finishes his command, he unbuckles his think black leather belt.
Sandy begs with her eyes. Her lips tremble from the cold… Her lips tremble from the anticipation.
Her delicate fingers find the eyelet of the button hole and gently slip the button from its secure place. Each button in turn is unfastened. After several minutes the dress falls open from it’s own weight.
The black feels a quick hardening as he sucks in the beauty of the trembling white slut in the cold lake water. The coldness has caused her nipples to harden even more and goose pimples coat her tight and firm body. Jerome steps back and with his index finger motions for her to exit the lake.
Her eyes lowered Sandy makes her way the several feet to the dry warm sand. She is only six inches away from the muscular black and feels his muscular hands slide the dress from her thin shoulders. The dress falls to the sand and Sandy keeps her eyes lowered… She cannot look the black master in the eyes.
“You disobeyed me. Get on your hands and knees. You will be punished for your indiscretion…” orders the black..
Sandy starts to protest; but then meekly turns and drops to her knees. She hears the belt being pulled from its loops. Although she is still looking at the ground, she can sense as Jerome falls to his knees behind her. She feels his hands grip her at the waist… His thumbs and finger insert itself in her white satin panties… The panties are slowly; so very slowly are dragged down her
“Are you ready?” the black questions.
Sandy’s mind reels; “Is she ready for what? A brutal beating? The deep insertion of black cock? Or??
“Yes, ” came the meek response.
Jerome shifts… The first smack is on Sandy’s precious right ass cheek. Jerome uses his hand. The punishment spanking takes nearly ten minutes and when completed Sandy’s tight ass buns are a bright crimson. There are small cuts and bruises and Sandy is begging for the punishment to stop.
“Don’t ever question my orders again Mrs. Jenkins, ” came the casual directive.
Without thinking Sandy quickly answers, “I won’t Master.” After the response Sandy’s mind reacts; “Master?” How could that response been so immediate?
Sandy turns and sees that the Black is completely naked. Her eyes quickly focus on the huge manhood; only partially erect but reaching halfway down his leg. She gasps as she contemplates the size when the manhood becomes truly angry.
Jerome senses the fear; the anticipation of the young white slut. His anger has subsided and now he craves the next chapter of the book of domination.
“Suck IT, ” the order is direct and there is no room for mistake.
Still awestruck, Sandy rises to her knees and lovingly cradles the huge black cock. Her fingers find the peach size nuts hanging below the long black hardening cock. She brings the purple head to her lips and sucks the large organ into her mouth. Her tongue finds the pre cum and licks it off. As the tip is inserted into her warm oral chamber, her tongue caresses each part as she pays homage to the black manhood.
Sandy feels the tip grow within her mouth. Jerome merely stands with his legs apart and allows the young housewife to lovingly suck his hard black manhood deeper and deeper into her wet and warm oral crevice. Her delicate fingers lovingly caress his nut sack bringing them to a boil.
“You will swallow. Do not let any juice escape. When I shoot you will look into my eyes. I want to see your pretty slutty face when I fill your mouth with my spunk, ” came the now undisputed command.
Sandy had no intention of letting the spunk escape. She increased her suction and her hands tightened on the large black nut sacks. The eruption came suddenly and violently and she strained to keep all the precious man fluid to herself. As soon as the first blast hit the back of her throat, she obediently looked up from her knees into the mocking face of her new owner. As each scorching blast pelted her throat her eyes grew larger and she frantically sucked harder. At long last the discharge was complete and she momentarily fell back on her haunches only to be reminded of her raw and tender ass cheeks. She rebounded quickly and grasped the muscular black by the back of his thighs.
Sandy had released her mouth from the woman pleasing black cock but it still dripped it’s sticky rope like spunk. The end of the rope caught Sandy’s face and as she fell away the string of man cum followed her face.
Jerome looked down admirably to his latest conquest. The white slut with her face streaked with cum was ready to start her training. He stroked his cock of the last vestiges of emission and let the spunk fall on Sandy’s contorted face.
“Are you on birth control Ms. Jenkins?” Jerome softly asked.
“The pill makes me sick. I make my punter wear a condom, ” Sandy honestly answers.
“You are now mine. You will not allow him to fuck you with his pathetic little white boy cock. If he follows my dictates I may allow him to clean you after I service you. Do you understand?” questions Jerome.
Sandy, kneeling in the warm sand with her pussy lips throbbing silently nods her head.
Sandy looks up to her master and pleadingly begs, “Will you fuck me Master?”
A large sneer envelops Jerome’s face. “Not today… I will call you when I feel like it. I have a date with Phyllis later this afternoon. Andy needs another session in humility and I promised Phyllis a reward… For You.”
After Jerome dressed, he slowly walked back to his car with Sandy obediently following her master. She has forfeited her bra and panties. Discretely, she has removed her white silk hose. The tears would be a give away… Her mind is rapidly contemplating how to tell Jim…