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A Slut-Wife Story

10/9/2006

Jenny Carter wanted to do something nice for Rob. The couple
had been married
for nearly ten wonderful years. In fact, it was the rapidly
approaching
anniversary date of her exchange of fidelity vows that
was motivating Jenny's
desires to show her lover just how much he still was near
her heart.




The past year had been a little stressful despite the fact
she still "loved"
Rob more than life itself. He was her everything, but perhaps
that realization
was also part of the "problem." Jenny wanted
children.




The university cheerleader-coach wasn't getting
any younger and she had made
the decision to start her family last Christmas. Rob hadn't
been so sure that
they were ready with the careers and all, but Jenny knew
SHE was. She had
stopped taking the pill and than she had just waited...
and waited... and
waited. By the time her ninth anniversary rolled around
in May, she had become
despondent. Appointments at the fertility clinic confirmed
it wasn't her, but
obviously Rob couldn't be tested without letting
him know that Jenny was trying
to get impregnated.




Besides... once Jenny was told that she was actually "extra-fertile, "
there was
no doubt that it was all Rob's equipment that was firing
the blanks... and
Jenny really didn't want to hurt her beloved.




She really did still love the man she promised herself to.
Jenny had spent
nearly the whole past year telling herself "that"
each day. They still laughed
and played and were "passionate" but something
was missing for Jenny...
something that she just didn't know how to fill.




It was with this mindset that Jenny's eyes saw the advertisement
in the
personals. It read "High-performance brand-name
professional-quality Video
Camera for sale. Best offer."




Rob had always wanted a camera. Jenny allowed herself a
slight blush as she
imagined what they might do with the camera the night of
their
tenth-anniversary. She had to laugh though, as she knew
she would probably
chicken out like when Rob had wanted to take that Polaroid
of her back when
they had first started dating.




Jenny liked sex, but she was a respected professional at
the University and she
had a reputation to protect.




Still, a camera would make a great gift for Rob and Jenny
decided to call the
phone number in the advertisement to see just what the seller
was considering
for "a best offer."




"Umm, hello, I just saw your ad in the paper for the
camera." "Right, are you
interested."




"Yes. Yes I am. My husband has always wanted a camera
and I was wondering how
much it would cost."




"Well... it is kind of hard to know how great a camera
it is without coming
over to check it out. It will be for your husband you say?"





"Right, it is almost my anniversary and I wanted to
do something nice for him."




"Okay... Good, so you would be the one actually looking
at the camera than?"




"Umm, I guess I could. I really can't afford to
spend much though. I didn't
want to waste my time if the camera is going to be to expensive."





"I tell you what. You come over and I will show you this
camera, and when you
see just how much fun you will be able to have with it, I am
sure we will both
be happy with the deal."




"Okay. I won't be able to come over to around noon.
Is that okay?"




"That will be fine. I am a professional photographer
so drop by my studios at
--- --"




As Jenny wrote down the address, she was actually kind of
excited. She could
spend up to around $500 on the gift. She would love to get
the camera for
less, but if it really was one of those "professional"
ones than she would have
to really "sweat-talk" the guy to sell. It was
worth a dinner hour though to
give it the old college try.




***




Jenny Coachmen hadn't quite realized what part of
town the address would be in.
It wasn't that Jenny was racist. In fact, at the university,
she went out of
her way to be nice to them. She knew that growing up in the
projects could
never be easy. Sometimes Jenny wished she could do more,
but there was only so
much a lone white-woman could do, and it was never a smart
thing for any "lone
white-woman" to be in "this" neighborHOOD.





She almost turned the car around a half-dozen times as she
slowly drove towards
her ultimate destiny. It would maybe be interesting to
know if she would have
slammed on the brakes had she known just what the day was
about to have in
store for her [chances are maybe it would have been the gas
the young bride
would have stepped on?]




The actual "studio" looked more like a half-abandoned
warehouse to Jenny as she
found the address. She really didn't want to be judgmental
but she couldn't
help grab her purse a little tighter as she got out of the
safety of her car
and walked her married white-ass to the front door. She
just thought she
"better damn-well get the camera for all this."





Marcus opened the door and smiled to see the early thirty-something,

strawberry-blonde, cheer leading coach looking "pretty
as a picture" and
quickly tried to flash her a "reassuring" smile.
He had sold his cameras
before and he knew he would need to play this by the numbers.





"I take it you must be Jenny? Won't you come on
in and we'll get down to
business."




For just an instant, Jenny's intuition told her to
turn around and run, but
than her "white-guilt" kicked in. Jenny wasn't
racist and even though this man
inviting her into the "abandoned warehouse"
was just about the Blackest she had
ever seen anyone, there was just no way she could do the "whRIGH-thing"
and get
her ass back to "civilization."




Jenny was in the jungle now, and it was just a matter to see
how it would
actually play out.




As shitty as the outside walls looked on the "warehouse-studio"
most of the
interior was just as bad. Marcus had setup one area though
that was where he
made his "movies. He actually had a few cameras, lights,
sound mike... Some
editing equipment and a couple pieces of furniture [most
prominently was a bed
in the middle of all the cameras.]




Jenny wasn't that naive. She knew just what type of
pictures this young Black
man took even without seeing the various glossy eXXXamples
of his work pinned
up on the walls. If Jenny hadn't been such a self-confident
woman, the scene
would have been intimidating enough to put her in panic.
As it was, she
quickly went on the defensive to make sure that she wasn't
about to get
"surprised" by anyone[s?] from behind suddenly.





Marcus wasn't about all that though. Sure he never
actually invited anyone to
his "studio" unless he was reasonably sure
it would be a woman all alone that
came down, and he definitely liked them married and white,
but the "Nigger"
wasn't into that shit. He had never needed to go
that road when he was so
damn good at just seducing the little bitches right out
of them panties.




"Umm, so. You... unh, make movies?"




"That's right. Maybe you saw some. They are in
most the stores." Marcus
loved when they started the conversation with the "movies."





"No... NO... I don't think so. We don't really
watch movies like... That."




"You and your husband you mean?"




"Right, Rob..." Jenny liked getting it out
again that she was married. She
tried to rationalize that the sudden unease she was feeling
was totally
unwarranted but there was just something so unnerving
about looking at the
walls and seeing that nearly every photograph showed white
women actually
having sex with several different Black men. What made
it that much more
unnerving to the normally self-confident young woman
was that many of the
pictures showed Marcus, himself as the "stud."





"Rob doesn't really like movies."




"What about you?"




"No-I-don't-like-them-either." Jenny
couldn't get the words out fast enough
but what was the saying about "methinks thou does
protest to much?"




"That's cool. I only make them to pay the bills.
Course they are fun to do,
but I guess we are here to talk about selling you a camera."





"Can I see it?" Jenny was very glad to get the
conversation to the
transaction. The faster she was on her way back to her husband,
the safer she
would feel.




"Sure. It is on the stand there. It takes great pictures
and is loaded. I
only used it for a few videos but I don't really need
it now as I am mostly a
one man operation here and without anyone to work all the
features, they don't
do much for me."




"You've... You used the camera to make... Video's."





Marcus allowed himself a warm, soft laugh. Perfect.




"Well, yeah. Don't worry though, the camera
stays on the tripod. I mean if it
could talk it would have a tale to tell, but all it does is
record the action."




Jenny was suddenly aware that she was having a hard time
swallowing. Her heart
was actually sped up and she was sure she was blushing. Damn
it, she couldn't
understand why she was having so much "trouble."
Surely she wasn't racist, was
she?




"Tha-that's not a problem."




Jenny's words lacked conviction but she wasn't
running so Marcus pressed his
advantage. His first order of "attack" was
always to get the bitch agitated.
He had long ago mastered the art of projecting his awesome
sexual magnetism.




Marcus was proud to be in the front line soldiering in his
own little war to do
some payback on whitey. The way he had it figured, there
was so much pollution
in the proud Afro-American blood from all those limp-dicked
slave owners back
then that it was well past time to start "coloring"
as much of the white
gene-pool as he could to even the accounts. He was only one
"Nigger, " but he
was a damn good warrior, and his weapons of looks and charm,
almost always
proved "fatal" to any white-woman's virtues.





First attack was to get them flustered so they would be more
susceptible.
Second attack was to start them thinking it wasn't
S-E-X that was about to
happen.




"You know, if it is a problem... I suppose I could knock
$25 off the price
maybe. What do you think you'll offer now that you can
see what a great camera
it is."




Jenny really didn't know cameras, but she knew how
much she had to spend. She
also perked up when Marcus had offered to discount the $25.
She tried to
collect her voice to get rid of that damned stutter and in
her best attempt at
feigned "disinterest, " she spoke, "maybe
$375?"




Marcus was almost insulted. It wasn't about the camera
though, so he just
slipped into the game. Money was not going to be anything
more than just the
pieces moved to win his "prize."




"$375??? I'm sorry if I offend you, but you must
have been smoking some crack.
This is a $1000 camera easy."




Jenny's face dropped. A thousand dollars? All she
could spend was five
hundred.




"I can't afford that, I-I'm sorry."





Jenny was about to turn to leave when Marcus stopped her.
"Hold up there. What
do you got?"




She did want the camera. "$600"




Jenny would have a hell of a time finding the extra hundred
but she did love
her husband.




"That all? Damn... You seam like such a nice woman,
and with your anniversary
and all. I mean I wish I could do something but I am strapped
myself... I
could maybe go as low as $800 if I kept the leather and the
extra batteries."




Eight hundred. It still wasn't possible for Jenny
but it was so much closer
than a thousand. Did she dare hope?




"Isn't there anything else we could do to get
the price down. Maybe something
else I wouldn't need?"




Marcus allowed himself to imagine just bluntly telling
her that it would be her
virtue that she just wouldn't be needing anymore after
he was about to Blacken
it, but the "player" bit his tongue. There was
a fine line between being cool
and stalling out, but when he had them nibbling at the line,
it was time to
freshen the bait before he could set the hook.




"Well, the camera is basically just that. I really
couldn't sell you anything
less. It really is worth it though. I mean, maybe if you saw
the quality of
the picture?"




Marcus picked up the light handheld and impulsively aimed
it at the attractive
young bride. The monitor behind him lit up with the image
of her 36c-26-36,
5'9" well proportioned body. Jenny had never
been on "TV" before.




Still, $800 was not doable.




"I'm really sorry, Marcus. The camera is wonderful.
I wish I had the Money,
but..."




It was time to jerk the line to see if she would bite.




"What if you posed for me?"




The cards were on the table.




"W-what... P-posed?"




Marcus had to be fast. "Not anything like that. I wouldn't
think to offend
you. Maybe just something a little suggestive that I could
put in my
portfolio. Wouldn't no one see it and I could probably
knock off a bunch from
the price as I pay $50 normally for non-nudes."




Fifty dollars off? The camera would still be seven hundred
and fifty dollars.




"Would I still get that $25 off you mentioned earlier
since you used it for
your movies?"




The question was kind of ridiculous as even $725 was not
going to happen for
Jenny, but the lower price was beginning to fill her with
hope.




"Sure... We could do that. Are you going to be able
to come up to seven and a
quarter?"




Jenny paused as she considered her next thought. She couldn't
believe what she
was thinking but Rob would love the camera. "How can
we get the price down to
$600?"




"Six hundred? You sure you can't budge? I mean...
I do pay $200 for nudes but
are you willing. They are tasteful and strictly hands off..."





Jenny couldn't hear the words as Marcus tried to explain
how "tasteful" it
would be for her to bare herself to this "Nigger."
No... That wasn't fair to
herself or Marcus. It wasn't even that he was Black
that suddenly put her into
a mind-numbing state of shock. The idea of being naked in
front of any man
besides her husband or her gynecologist would have effected
her. She just
couldn't... Could she?"




"No, I can't. Not nude."




Marcus smiled. He had stopped talking a good thirty seconds
before she managed
to answer. Jenny Carter was his. Time to let her just nibble
a little more at
the hook before he reeled her in.




"Okay... I normally only pay $100 for lingerie and
"cheesecake, " but I really
want to help you out here. If you pose for a roll, I'll
go $600... You are
wearing lingerie?"




"Of course, I am." Jenny could get the camera.
It would be no worse than
going to the beach... would it?




Jenny had never been ashamed of her body, but she had been
raised right. She
had maybe gotten a little "showier" in recent
years as she realized that a
little leg went a long way to keeping her in regard at the
university, but
mostly, Jenny was under the mindset that taking her clothes
off was something
best done with the lights off and the window shades drawn.





She almost said "no"... almost.




"Throw in the camera case too."




"Sorry. The leather is a $100. You don't need
it though. The camera will be
what hubby likes. I am only doing this as a favor cause I like
you but I just
can't go lower for lingerie."




It was low enough. Jenny had to get that camera.




"Okay... Where do I change?"




"You need to change?" Marcus played dumb. He
knew she didn't want to strip in
front of him but the goal was to get rid of her last inhibitions.
Getting the
go-ahead on showing off some was always a near certainty
that the bitch was
his, but there was still the need to play this right.




"You don't have a... room?"




"Considering the movies I make here, it isn't
really necessary. I won't look
though if that puts you at ease."




Jenny felt like a little girl again in her first day of gym
class. Only this
wasn't a bunch of other young girls she was about to
undress in front of...
Marcus was a man... A large, Black man.




Jenny's hands were trembling slightly as she hesitantly
reached for the first
button of her blouse. Since she hadn't had a class during
the morning, she had
dressed for the office instead of her normal athletic wear.





Marcus was true to his word as he turned his back while Jenny
unbuttoned. He
didn't need to watch if it made her uncomfortable.
After all, the hidden
camera's had her on film for the video release anyhow.





Jenny worked her buttons to loosen her top until she reached
the bottom. Again,
came a moment of "pregnant" pause as she had
just the absolute sudden thought
to run, but again... she overcame the impulse. Jenny shrugged
her slender
shoulders as she let the blouse fall to the floor and unveiled
her toned belly
and her outstandingly firm tits [still mostly concealed
in her white
sports-bra, of course.]




Jenny felt the butterflies in her eXXXposed, toned belly
as she proceeded her
attention next to her skirt. Jenny didn't often wear
a skirt as she was a
cheerleader coach first, but as mentioned, today was to
have been just a day at
the office. She hadn't dressed sexier in any sort of
way "anticipating" that
she would be posing. It just happened that she was wearing
some very "brief"
little panties under her skirt.




She had forgotten that she was wearing such tiny panties.
Not that it would
have probably effected her decision. Even though Jenny
felt very vulnerable in
her heels and bra and panties, she was also proud of herself
that she was going
to get this camera for Rob... Her husband would be so happy.





"Okay, I'm r-ready."




Marcus had watched Jenny's progress in the reflection
on the mirror. The whole
room was designed for seXXXing white woman. He had been
very pleased to see
that she was even "harder" than he had first
thought, but as the big, Black man
smiled to himself, he just couldn't help wondering
if Jenny's tummy would still
be so athletically firm afterwards... if he was lucky enough
that she might be
"unprotected."




"I see that you are and may I say that it is definitely
my pleasure to add you
to my portfolio. You are simply stunningly gorgeous."





Jenny blushed at the smooth words... She did enjoy a compliment,
but she wanted
to keep things above board. "These pictures are only
going to be for your
professional portfolio, right?"




"Of course, " the Nigger kept his face "straight"
as he outright lied to poor
Jenny. "Now, why don't you climb up onto that
bed on your knees and smile for
the camera?"




Even with the protective coverings of her bra and panties,
Jenny felt very
outrageous climbing onto the bed. She couldn't help
but glance over at the
pictures on the wall as she realized just how many times
woman must have been
fucked on this very bed by Marcus and his other male models.
She felt
absolutely eXXXposed even though she could not yet imagine
just how much she
was about to "trade" for her husband's
anniversary "present."




"It's $600 than if I pose for a couple pictures?"





"I need to take a roll to make sure I get something good
but than I will let
you have the camera for the six bills. You know, I was hoping
for a thousand
so you are really taking me to the cleaners here."





Jenny tried not to notice that Marcus had a bulge in the front
of his pants.
He asked her for more and more suggestive poses as he clicked
away capturing
her last few moments of "innocence and purity"
for prosperity. In her own
mind, she knew what she was doing was something she would
have never imagined
before, and yet as she put her arms together to accent her
cleavage, Jenny
couldn't deny to herself that she was actually enjoying
the camera.




Maybe it was the fact that any woman entering her early thirties
had certain
"insecurities, " or maybe it was more specific
with her own recent frustrations
within her own marriage that had played their own influences
in her marital
"sex-life, " but whatever the reasons; Jenny
was actually starting to "get-into"
things enough by the time the twenty four pictures had been
clipped, that she
didn't even realize it was all over until Marcus just
put the camera down.




Jenny had posed the final pictures on her back with her legs
spread. She
suddenly realized just what she was doing. SHE COULDN'T
BELIEVE SHE HAD
ALLOWED PHOTOGRAPHS OF HERSELF WITH HER LEGS SPREAD LIKE
SOME KIND OF COMMON
SLUT!




Jenny quickly rolled over and clutched her arms back to
her chest to try to
cover up her "shame." She wanted so desperately
to get back to her blouse and
skirt, but the atmosphere of the room had some sort of paralyzing
hold onto
her... Almost like it was able to tell her that her time in
the bed wasn't over
yet.




Marcus had been proping her all-along as he had taken the
first roll of
"cheesecake" The instant Jenny had pulled
up to his pad, he had been confidant
that he would Black the bitch. Still, it was a process, and
each play of the
cards had to be precisely dealt. It was time to up the ante
before the "pot"
would be finally collected by the skillful gamemaster.





"Mmm... Jenny, you should think of modeling pro.
The camera really loved you
baby."




Jenny blushed again at the praise from the young man. Sure
he was Black, but
he was almost ten years her junior, and the idea that she
had turned him on was
exciting Jenny even if it also was still, just a little unnerving.





"Thanks... I guess it was fun." Jenny really
did kind of want to get back to
her clothes. She didn't like the way she was suddenly
feeling excitement and
emotions that she hadn't felt in so long. It wasn't
appropriate to even be
having the thoughts flirting at the back-most recesses
of her consciousness.




"What do you think your husband would say... I mean
if you were going to maybe
go a little further?"




"Y-you mean like... later?"




"Sure. I think you could get in a magazine with your
face and body. You are
in such great shape. You must really take care of yourself."





"Yeah, thanks."




Marcus knew all the right buttons to "turn-on"
his intended little, white
fuck-toys.




"So, do you think maybe you would like to earn more?
I mean the pics will all
be totally tasteful... if your husband would permit you
to pose?"




As a woman of the new millennium, Jenny didn't like
the notion that she had to
be "permitted" to do anything. The fact that
she never would have ever though
about actually posing even so far as she already had before
now, seemed lost on
her. She was so much within Marcus's spun-web of seduction
that she didn't
even realize she was about to be "gobbled-up."





"H-how much m-more do you pay?"




"Well... It depends if I have a client for the photo's
and just what you are
willing to do in so much as how far you'll go. I have an
idea though that I
hope you won't think is to forward. I mean if you think
it wouldn't be right
or anything..."




Jenny braced herself. As Marcus rambled through the delivery,
she knew what he
was going to say. Okay... not the exact words, but she still
"knew."




"If you really wanted that leather case for your husband
and the camera, I
could let you have it for a dozen pictures of you topless."





There it was. Jenny wanted to feel nothing but shocked indignation
and
outrage, but those were only parts of her reaction to the
proposal. How bad
would it be anyhow? He had already taken pictures of her
rolling around in
bed. She was certainly not ashamed of her body...




"Just topless?"




"Yeah... and like smiling and stuff... Just typical
"Playboy" style photos."




"Okay... for the case."




Jenny Carter, wife of Rob Carter... coach of a nationally
ranked university
girl's cheer-leading squad... prim-and-proper
white, catholic-raised southern
belle, reached up and unhooked her sports bra to bare her
breasts in front of a
Black man for the first time in her life.




Her bouncy, mouthwatering tits sprung from behind their
firm, tight support. A
slight draft in the cavernous inner building found its
way to breeze against
Jenny's delicate skin and her nipples hardened to
their erect perfection at the
chill... or did they "stiffen" for another
reason?




Jenny had never gotten off the mattress, and now she tossed
her bra to the
floor near where her discarded skirt and blouse lay in a
small pile. She still
had her panties and heels on, but her thoughts were starting
to become less of
what she had on but more of what she might be taking off next.





Marcus decided to "heat" up the pictures.




"I want you to push up your tits. You really look hot,
Jenny... Yeah, you got
great tits. The camera loves you. Okay, pout for me baby.
Toss that blonde
hair back and arch that back... Oh yeah... Work for me. Now,
I want you to
reach down and slide your left hand down the front of your
panties..."




Jenny heard the words. What should she do? What did she want
to do.




"Excuse me, these pictures are just topless, right."





"Yeah, right. Forgive, me but I got carried away there.
Lord, but you would
be hot if you could just go... I mean, your smoldering, baby.
Would your
husband still be opposed to you doing full nudity if he knew
you could make up
to $1000 for a simple shoot?"




"A thousand dollars?!?"




"Yeah, with some deals the Money can go up from there
but than the pictures get
more explicit, if you know what I mean."




Jenny was pretty sure she knew what the Black man meant considering
the
pictures on the walls. Still, a thousand dollars for an
hour or so of work...




"umm... Would I be able to make like that much... Today?"





"You mean like the full deal?"




"OH NO! Just... maybe like you said with like my panties
off... stuff."
Jenny's heart was beating as she put voice to the thoughts
that had been trying
to work their way out for the past several moments. She was
actually
negotiating her panties to a Black man.




"Well, for that we would need a buyer for your pics
prearranged to get into the
serious coin and they don't purchase without seeing
some of the goods. The way
it works is I would need to take a couple sample shots up front
and than see
what goes down, but I could assure you that if you wanted
some easy Money and
thought it would be okay with your old man, that we can do
this now..."




Jenny had too work nearly two weeks at the university to
make a thousand
dollars. Rob did okay, but trying to pay for a house and getting
the
retirement fund in order... A thousand dollars was a lot
of Money.




"Do you pay anything for the "samples."





It was usually just sex and self-esteem that fell the woman
to Marcus, but
sometimes it was Money. With Jenny, it seemed like all three
were at play. If
Money was the bait, than it was time to set the hook.




"Well... I am a little short of cash at the moment.
That's why I'm selling the
camera in a way. I tell you what though, I am so sure that you
will make a lot
of Money for us both with some pictures that I will shave
some more price from
the camera."




"How much more?" Jenny hadn't wanted to
pay six hundred in the first place.




"It is normally a hundred for a couple samples."





"Than the camera will only be $500 and I get the case
too."




"That's right, but best of all will be all the
Money you'll get when we get you
modeling."




The hook was set and like a fish about to be yanked from the
water into a
bizarre, alien environment, all Jenny could do was try
to resist the pull as
she was about to be reeled in to her "dark destiny."





"Okay than."




Marcus smiled as Jenny Carter prepared to take her next
step down the path of
no return. Her panties wouldn't go back onto the blonde
beauty until she was
already filled with potent, baby-making seed inside her
fertile, unprotected
cunt... But that is a scene that won't be described
until part II.




PART II of Taking It Out In Trade




Jenny Carter was laying naked on a well-worn bed, in a glorified
"abandoned"
warehouse, in front of a lone, young Black man about to take
some very
"revealing" photographs of her. Jenny was
no slut and she was a married woman
who had never even imagined anything like what she was now
doing, ever
before... so how had she come to such a position?




It had all started with her rapidly approaching tenth-anniversary.
Jenny did
love her husband and treasured her years with him. Still,
it had not all been
smooth sailing, especially the past year when she had tried
desperately but
unsuccessfully to begin a "family." Jenny
hadn't been able to share her
problems with her husband, Rob, because he hadn't
wanted children yet until
they were better able to afford them. Jenny was already
in her thirties
though, and her biological clock was ticking




It all meant that she was perfect for the seductive trap
that Marcus had set to
catch a woman just like her.




Marcus was a Black man. That much was already established.
What wasn't stated
was that he was a Black man that had desires to get himself
as many married,
white pussys as he could. He had stumbled on a fantastic
method of putting a
camera up for sale in the personals. He tried to screen the
interested calls
and than invited the possible to the studio. The goal was
always to fuck the
bitch, and Marcus had a lot of successes with the play. Still,
he had never
landed anyone more desirable than the 5'9 strawberry-blonde
university
cheerleader-coach that now lay naked before him. Marcus
smiled.




Jenny slowly lifted and spread her legs for the "beaver"
shot. She almost
thought to herself she should reach down and spread her
"lips" with her fingers
like she had seen the girls do in that magazine she had confiscated
at school.
It had looked so... Tacky, but maybe that was what guys wanted?
Jenny couldn't
do it.




She could barely believe she had even pulled off her panties
just for a few
dollars. Actually, it was a lot of dollars, but still...
Jenny had to draw the
line somewhere or there was no telling how far things would
go. [Okay, Marcus
could tell how far things were about to go, but now we are
just digressing so
on to the action...]




"Touch yourself for me, Jenny."




He did want her to pose like those nasty girls in that magazine.
Jenny was
shocked at herself but for some reason she actually "wanted"
to do it too. SHE
WAS JUST FEELING SO DAMN CONFUSED.




Jenny was in trouble. She had answered an advertisement
in the morning paper
hoping to buy a dream gift to celebrate her commitment and
joy within the ten
years of marital, faithful bliss she had shared with her
truelove, and yet in
short order she had been systematically charmed out of
her panties and her
reserve. She was utterly lost and yet she didn't seem
to realize that the path
back to salvation was almost already beyond her reach.





The athletically-toned, "faithful" brides
hand went down between her legs and
"touched" herself for the camera. If Rob ever
seen the pictures... She would
have to tell her husband. Would he understand? A thousand
dollars just for
pictures. Surely, Rob would see...




Marcus loved the dawn before the storm. When you could smell
it in the air and
knew it was going to be a wild one. Jenny was going to be such
a fantastic
fuck. Her pussy was real nice and it pleased the young Black
that she was a
natural blonde. So many of the bitches dyed. It was really
the skin color
that mattered to him personally, but his main web site was
a
"Blacks-and-blondes" deal, and if he was going
to make Jenny an Internet star,
than it was just so sweet that she was blonde all over.




"Okay, now get up on your hands and knees like a "bitch."
You know,
doggy-style. Stick that hot ass back and arch your back.
Come on Jenny, don't
get shy on me now. Work it baby, look over your shoulder and
smile like your
hubby is about to rock your world."




Jenny had to admit to herself that she wasn't especially
found of crude words
like "bitch" and "doggy-style."
She knew what "doggy" was all about but it
seemed so base. Even though it did allow good depth with
Rob which was great
considering his slightly below-average length, she never
thought of the term
"doggy." Still, what was she going to do...
besides spin around and get up on
all fours like a female bitch, that is?




"That's if Jenny... Awesome... Really, really
awesome... Reach down between
your legs now and put your index finger in... Slowly."





"Umm... for just a sample picture?" Jenny's
comfort level was being pushed
again. Like she had much of a "no-pass" zone
left to invade... It was going to
get very eXXXplicit for Jenny and there wasn't a damn
thing she could do to
resist it.




"Trust me, Jenny... just a finger. I'll knock
another $50 off the camera. If
we can show that you are willing than the offers are going
to make us both
rich."




$450. She would be able to buy a couple blank videos too.





Jenny slowly inserted her index finger on her left hand.
It made it a bit of a
trick to maintain her balance on just threes... She managed
the feat though and
even smiled for the camera as she buried her digit to the
knuckle.




"Okay, now finger yourself a bit."




Suddenly Jenny was concerned that there were a couple video
cameras aimed at
her on the tripods. She really didn't know for sure
they were off and all
things considered...




"Those video cameras aren't recording, right?"





"Of course not, " the Nigger lied again. It
was so easy.




Jenny had seen Marcus snap off six pictures. She figured
that should be
enough. If he wanted more... What was she thinking?




She couldn't possibly do more, could she?




"That should be enough pictures than, I... b-better
get dressed."




Jenny didn't want to get dressed. Marcus knew it.




"Do you want the camera for $300?"




Of course she did, but what would it "cost" her.





"You turned me on babe. You must have seen the pictures
on the walls. I wish
I could give you more, but all I'm asking is you suck
me off. It is worth $150
cause you are the finest woman I've seen."




"I-I'm m-married." Jenny wanted the words
to answer the request, but instead
the utter lack of conviction and strength in her voice made
it obvious that she
wasn't going to be able to say no.




Marcus set the camera down.




"Don't worry, no one will know. I won't take
any pictures." [Just the half
dozen hidden video camera's capturing every angle
of all the action on the
bed.]




"I-it's w-wrong."




Jenny was almost in a trance as Marcus opened the front of
his pants. She
could get the camera for $300 but Marcus was a... "Nigger."
Jenny wasn't
racist. She was a married woman. It was so wrong. Jenny opened
her mouth as
Marcus moved to her.




He was big.... much bigger than Rob. Bigger than anyone
Jenny had ever seen
before, The photographs on the wall hadn't done him
justice. Jenny had always
heard the whispers and jokes about "them, "
How they were all so big like apes
or something. She had always thought that the rumors were
just the ignorant
stereotyping of small-minded bigots and wishful-thinkers.
Now she was going to
have a major struggle to "swallow" the truth.





Jenny actually liked to suck cock. She had always been a
very oral girl. From
her pacifier as a baby to her thumb, her mouth had been the
center of her world
in the earliest years. She loved to eat good food. Even as
a preteen, she had
an idea what it did to the boys when she sucked her lollipops
and popsicle. By
the time she was in high-school, Jenny didn't only
view oral as a way to make
sure she didn't end up pregnant by any of her "unruly"
dates. She liked to
suck cock.




As Jenny tried to take Marcus though, she realized nothing
she had ever done
had prepared her for the ordeal of trying to take a foot of
prime, thick,
"Nigger" meat between her pretty, red-lipstick-coated
lips and deep into her
hot, willing cocksucking-mouth and down her wet, tight,
restrictive, deep
throat.




Luckily, Marcus wasn't into gagging the bitch. He
wanted Jenny to do the work
so when he "painted" her face, she would know
she had "earned" it.




Jenny started with just the first third of Marcus's
huge monster. Even that
was more than Rob had. Jenny had to open her mouth wider as
Marcus thickened
to his full erection. She had no idea how thick he was other
than she imagined
it might be easier to take the bottom of a coke bottle into
her mouth.




Jenny tried to go deeper, but it was so damn thick. She had
to lick along his
long, Black shaft and wet it. Maybe she could lubricate
him some...




"Lick my Black balls, Jenny."




Jenny had Marcus's eXXXposed foot-long, Black cock
laid up along her pretty,
white face and she was actually in the process of being unfaithful
to her
marital vows for the first time in ten years, but she couldn't
imagine licking
the "Nigger's" Black, sperm-filled balls.
It was just so depraved.




Her tongue kept going down and than she was at the base of
his cock. They were
so big. They looked so fucking, potent... Suddenly all
of Jenny's old
instincts of "defusing" these situations
came flooding back. It was obvious
that his corpus load of seed would be flooding forth from
those big balls
soon... She had to make sure that it wouldn't be happening
inside her
unprotected womb.




Jenny licked Marcus's Black, sweaty balls. Than she
licked his asshole when he
asked for that next. Jenny was a good girl, and she got her
reward.




As Marcus aimed at her face, Jenny braced for impact. She
would never have
allowed Rob to degrade her in such a fashion ever, even if
he had asked. She
had always finished her high-school dates onto the floor
of the back seat of
their daddies cars. Somehow though, she knew that she had
no right to "waste"
the offering Marcus was about to make to her, so Jenny closed
her eyes and
opened her mouth.




The first shot splashed onto her waiting tongue. Jenny
went to recoil from the
unfamiliar sensation of taking a wet, sticky, shot into
her mouth, but Marcus
had reached out to make sure she wouldn't jerk while
he "glazed" her face like
it was some sort of fucking donut.




The second shot splurted wildly and splattered across
the bridge of Jenny's
nose. It stuck like raw egg and just began to slowly run down
to spread it's
coverage. Marcus always came a lot!




The third, thick, sticky, wet rope of "Nigger's"
seed erupted from the thick
head of Marcus's foot-long, Black, potent "weapon"
and shot Jenny straight
between her eyes. The backlash had his shot careen off and
end up pooling in
her right eye. Marcus always gave himself point's
for getting "it" in their
eyes.




Three more voluminous splurts of the Nigger's seemingly
endless supply of sperm
erupted like a miniature geyser until Jenny's pretty
facial features were near
obliterated under the sticky mask of his baby-making goo.
She felt like a
total whore. SHE WAS A MARRIED WOMAN AND SHE HAD JUST LET
A NIGGER SOAK HER
FACE IN HIS SCUMMY SPUNK.




"Thank god, the cameras hadn't been rolling."





Poor Jenny... At least, Marcus grabbed her a towel. He couldn't
surpress the
laugh though.




"My, I must have had that built up since yesterday.
Sorry, Jenny, I messed you
up good."




Jenny took the towel and tried wiping it out of her eyes before
it seeped in
and caused her any serious irritation. She felt a little
like she might never
get clean again, but was it cause she was covered in cum,
or just that she had
been "filthied by a Nigger's cock?"




When Jenny managed to get her eyes cleared, she couldn't
believe the sight that
met her gaze... Marcus was still HARD. Rob never could get
it up more than
once a night... even on their honeymoon. What should she
do now?




She finished wiping her face in her attempt to "clean"
herself as she just
looked at Marcus while he stood there and looked back at
her. Finally he broke
the silence as she was about as clean as she was going to get.





"I'll give you the camera for $100 if I can fuck
you."




"I.. No that... I couldn'... No."




Her mouth was trying to say "no, " but her pussy
and eyes were screaming "YES,
take me, Nigger."




Marcus knew he wouldn't be denied. He didn't like
kissing them after he had
already cum in their white-trash mouths, but Jenny was
a special girl, and the
audience liked it when the woman were kissed before they
got bred.




Jenny wrapped her arms around Marcus broad, Black back.
She opened her mouth
and let herself be kissed as only her lover should ever kiss
her. The contrast
of Black-on-white was accented as Marcus broke to pull
off his Chicago-Bull's
Michael Jordan Jersey. Having already kicked his pants,
the Nigger was now as
naked as the white bride he was about to breed.




Marcus pushed Jenny onto the bed and climbed on top of her.
Jenny had to get
him covered before "this" got out of hand.




"You need to put on a condom. I'm not protected."





"I'll be careful."




It was almost impossible to hide the smile that threatened
to explode onto the
Nigger's face, or the lust that filled his eyes at the
revelation of her lack
of "protection." Now if she was fertile...





"No... wait... I c-can't get pregnant."





"Don't worry, we got too much Money too loose
to risk it... I'll pull out in
plenty of time."




Jenny wanted to be fucked. The taboo thrill of risking a
potent,
midnight-Black uncovered, baby-making fuck-stick into
her extra fertile and
totally defenseless, white cunt had Jenny spreading her
legs in EAGER
anticipation as the Nigger secured his mount. In her mind,
she wanted an
"accident." Jenny Carter wanted to be impregnated
and ruined by this Black
stud's Nigger-bastard planted into her firm, white
belly.




Jenny was going to get her wish.




"M-make sure you... UGHHH, you... Ughhh... Oh, make
sur... Ugg."




Marcus began to pound fuck the cute, formally-faithful,
cheer-leading coach
into the bed. His gentle seduction was now over. What it
was now was the
purposable impregnating of this married, white pussy,
with his dark, tainted
seed. He was about to add another notch to his bedpost.




Jenny "knew." Deep down inside she knew that
this Nigger wasn't going to pull
out when he was about to shoot his potent seed into her cunt.
She knew, that
he had no intentions of wasting even a single drop of baby-making
sperm
anywhere other than deep inside her fertile, and unprotected
womb. What was
worse, was that she knew when the instant came that he would
be about to
impregnate her with his mulatto bastard, that she would
lock her legs around
his muscular Black ass and pull him deeper inside.




She had tried to deny it to herself every step of the way.
When she had agreed
to strip to her bra and panties... Than when she had bared
her breasts...
Exposed her pussy... SUCKED COCK...




She had tried to deny it every step of the way but now she wanted
to confess
her desires. She could feel Marcus's huge cock begin
to throb.




"Don't pull out. I want it. I want you to knock
me up."




"I know, " Marcus kissed Jenny Carter on her
open mouth as he filled her with
his child. He continued to cum inside of her for almost a
full minute as she
managed to get herself off at that precise instant. The
impossible spontaneity
of simultaneous orgasms was just too much. Jenny shrieked
in orgasmic bliss as
she became a "mommy" for the first time.




***




After the third fuck of the afternoon, Jenny stood beside
Marcus as he
developed the pictures of his cock up her tight, white ass.
She was still sore
but it was worth it to see the excitement now as she saw how
the camera angle
clearly allowed herself to be identified in the photograph
while protecting
Marcus. It was so wicked and "dangerous" to
have allowed him to take these
pictures. Fortunately she would get "every copy."





It would be hard enough to explain away being Black-pregnant.
She would tell
Rob it had been " ." He wouldn't leave
her. As much cum as Marcus had
pumped into her, Jenny wondered if she wouldn't have
more than just the one
baby. Somehow her instincts told her she was definitely
pregnant.




She hoped she was. Only time would tell. If she would be puking
in the
morning in a week or so, she would be the happiest girl. Maybe
even happier
than Rob was going to be when she gave him the camera in two
weeks for their
anniversary.




Jenny Carter would take the "test" and than
make the presentation of the gift,
to see just how much she had actually traded away...

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Wow, pretty long stories.

10/9/2006

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love the slut wife wish i could meet her

10/9/2006

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wow what a story. i've got a camera that you can have
for free.

10/9/2006

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Wish that was my wife...I love to watch her getting fucked
and then fucking her too. Anyway the story was great and
I hope you write more.

10/10/2006

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Great story - it would have been even better had there been
more detail about how her pussy was being spread wide by
this huge black cock and how orgasmic she was being filled
by his foot long tool and finally how she could never be satisfied
by anything less.

10/10/2006

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hmmm. how unplausible. pure fantasy.

10/11/2006

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wow...that was so hot....

10/11/2006

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well did Marcus get Jenny pregnant...???

10/11/2006

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Terrific story. Please have more fun and write about it.

10/12/2006

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this was real hot

10/16/2006

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yea right , bigot . some fantacy ...

1/6/2007

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Threw me off there. Was getting into the part how the two
of you were trying to get pregnant, thought it would leed
into your own trivia of sexual desires to allow the pregnancy.
So what happened to that story???? Would luv to hear the
rest of that one. Liked the HOOD story as well - just two stories
merged together.

8/18/2007