Church Janitor - Copied

[hirarandi]

Suzanne had always tried to be very active and helpful with many of the church activities. Tonight she was there getting the fellowship hall decorated for a charity auction for Saturday night. Her little group was made up of a few other women that she knew well and also the church maintenance man, Chester. He had always been very helpful to all the various groups and tonight he did a lot of the heavy set up work while the women did the signage, decorating and seating arrangements. 

Gradually the group thinned out and Suzanne was surprised to discover that she and Chester were the only two people left in the hall at 10 PM at night. All the other women had left one by one over the last several hours. Looking over at the 50 year old black man, she caught him looking at her in a way that was not his usual indifferent manner. Chester was always considered by the women as just a nice, helpful janitor who was both respectful and cooperative. Suzanne had on a tight pair of jeans and a fitted scoop neck top that was showed off her nice figure. She noticed that she had been leaning over a table to place the center piece on it and her open neckline showed off her modest but evident cleavage. When he realized that she knew he was appraising her body, he just smiled at her and kept looking. Suzanne was embarrassed by the leering gaze of the older black janitor with a pot belly and wrinkled work clothes.

"I think I need to go now and maybe finish this up in the morning," she said from her bent over position. Then she rose up while still looking at Chester.

"No need to go, Miss Suzanne," he said as a big smile crossed his face.

It dawned on Suzanne that there wasn't a soul in the church complex and they were totally alone in the building.

"No, Chester, I think it's best that I go home now." she said in a slightly trembling voice. She hoped he didn't detect her shakiness or fear.

"No, Miss Suzanne, you need to stay. I like looking at you and don't want you to go yet," he told her as he closed the gap between them and was suddenly standing about two feet in front of her.

"Please, Chester, I need to leave," she said in a whining voice. His eyes were all over her body and then he reached out to softly stroke her hair.

"Of all the women in the church, I've always noticed you. You seem to need something. Is there something you aren't getting? Under your mask of being a proper church woman, I can tell that you need something," he told her as his hands dropped to her shoulders immobilizing her.

"Oh, no, please don't," she said trying to twist away from him.

"You're so wrong, Chester, I certainly do not need anything," she continued in a weak and subdued voice. Chester's assertive manner and demands were having a noticeable effect on her. She wanted to sound strong and confident but it came out all wrong.

"Look into my eyes and tell me you're not a slut," he demanded. 

The big, black pot bellied older man repulsed Suzanne but she just could not look up into his hard eyes.

"Look in my eyes and tell me," he said.

"Please, Chester, please don't," she pleaded as she continued to look down at his broad chest. His rough calloused hand remained on her shoulder. He laughed at her inability to tell him she wasn't a slut or look into his eyes.

"Please don't do what? Don't shove my hard black cock into your slutty white cunt," he snapped back to her. 

"Oh," she gasped. Her body trembled at his words. Her heart began to pound in her chest.

Suzanne was stunned and humiliated by what he was saying but she was frozen in place. When he used the word 'cunt' it sent a visible tremor through her body. She always said she hated the word but now it was igniting something within her. His big rough hands pulled her snug top over her bra and then took hold of both her full breasts.

"Stop, please don't touch me. Don't force me to do this," she breathed in a weak voice. Her body refused to move and her protests were feeble as he rubbed her breasts and nipples. She knew she should try to fight him off but her hands remained at her sides and her eyes looked down. Her nipples had always been very sensitive and when he began pinching them and rubbing them, she gasped and moaned. Her nipples hardened immediately and stood out from her firm breasts. She was so ashamed of her body's betrayal. How could this possibly be happening? How could this man who repulsed her make her this aroused?

"Pull your top off and bra, slut," he told her in a voice that demanded obedience. There was mistaking his command in his the tone he used.

"Oh, no," the humiliated and degraded white wife whispered as her hands moved to comply with his order. First the top was pulled off and then she reached behind her and unsnapped the black bra and pulled it away from her body. His hands descended again on her naked breasts and nipples.

"I like these tits. Your nipples are so hard. You like this. I always knew you were a slut," he said laughing down at this attractive white church wife. "I always knew exactly what you were."

His thumb and index finger took hold of each nipple and began to roll them and rub them and pull them out from her body.

"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned as he continued. Her eyes closing to block out the sight of this unattractive black janitor using her body.

"Now take the jeans off, slut," he told her as he pinched down harder with his fingers.

"Arrrgghhhhh," she cried out. The pain and pleasure mingled and caused her to become more aroused and more obedient. She felt a gush of wetness between her legs. Her hands went to the waist button and undid it. She pulled the zipper down and began to tug on the denim material and move her hips as the jeans moved down her legs to the floor. She was naked except for a pair of black silk panties.

"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time and now you're going to give it to me. I knew your white cunt needed my big black cock," he said with a growl.

His hands left her aroused tits for the first time in the last few minutes He reached for his own belt and unbuckled it. Then his pants seemed to fall off and his boxers fell on top of them. He kicked them to the side. From her bowed head position, Suzanne was looking at his huge cock. It was hard and long and fat. It was bigger than anything she had ever seen. 

"No, please don't bang me," she whined.

He took her hand and pulled it forward until it was on his big meaty cock. Suzanne's view was somewhat obscured by his fat belly. He was disgusting but her hand wrapped around the black cock as she was told. She felt it throb.

"Stroke it," he said. She began to pull on it and felt it stiffen even more.

"Yes," she groaned almost in a whisper as her grip became tighter and she began jerking it up and down.

"I knew you were a dirty white slut," he said and Suzanne was flushed with shame at his words. But the shame ignited her body and her arousal. It seemed the more he degraded her, the more inflamed her body became.

"Oh," she gasped as the words made her knees weak. Her eyes were on his big cock and she felt her head drop with a will of its own and take the fat head into her mouth. He tongue swirled around the head as she tasted his dirty black cock. He hadn't demanded her mouth. She realized she had done this on her own. She was sucking his cock because of her own needs. Her shame increased and with it so did her arousal. Her hand pumped the long shaft as her mouth worked on him.

"Is that what you want, whore," he said. "You want to suck my black dick? 

Then get on your knees like a good married mouth whore," he said. 

She moaned loudly at his words and pushed her face harder onto his cock as she dropped to her knees. His hand gripped her hair and he pulled her head back a little so she was forced to look up into his smiling face.

"Tell me now Suzanne. Tell Chester that you're a slut," he asked her with fire and lust in his eyes' He held her tortured gaze. Her mouth continued to suck him as her hand pumped the big cock. He could see the conflict and torment in those eyes but also her incredible sexual arousal. Slowly she nodded her head as tears fell from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

"Stand up and pull off your panties, slut," he told her wet face.

"Please, I'm not protected. You can't cum in me. Please, I can't get pregnant," she told him as she stood and pulled off her panties. She had suddenly realized that this simple statement was her permission to him to enter her body with his stiff black dick.

Reaching behind her he grabbed her ass and lifted her off the ground. Her legs were forced to spread around his fat body and her arms automatically encircled his neck. Lifting her higher onto his protruding belly she felt his cock slip into the fold of her ass.

"Put it in your cunt," he snarled at her and Suzanne reached down and pulled it to her wet opening. Her arm then reached back to hold herself up on the surface of the table. His hands slipped under her thighs and he slowly lowered her onto his big black cock.

"Oh, oh, oh," she screamed as he pierced her cunt and forced his cock deep into her. 

He was so big and the pain was immediate but the pleasure replaced it almost at once.

"Oh, please," she screamed as his cock imbedded itself in her white cunt.

When he was fully inside her he did not move but held her in place. She was moaning and gasping and crying in his arms. Her tears streamed down. The pain left quickly and the feeling of being completely full was overcoming her senses. Her arms reached out again and tightened around his neck. Her body was pulled higher. She looked up and then suddenly pressed her lips to his big meaty lips and she began to move up and down on his cock. Her body was alive as she rode him and her tongue explored his vile mouth. She felt him moving and suddenly he was leaning her back until her ass rested on one of the freshly decorated tables. Grabbing her hair he pulled her back and laid her flat on the table with her legs spread wide. He began to pump her cunt hard and deep. Suzanne was caught up in this total domination of her body. He took her ankles and pulled her legs up until her feet were on either side of his head. She could feel him forcing her closer and closer to climax and she was delirious with submissive cravings; these feeling which she had never admitted to herself or anyone else.

"Fuck me, oh please, fuck me," she repeated over and over as her hips moved against his black cock assault.

"That's it, take it, you married whore," he bellowed at her as his hips matched her movements. His body slapped repeatedly against hers and the room filled with the sound of hard fucking and nothing else.

That was it for Suzanne. The combination of his degrading words, her depraved humiliation and his fat cock banging her sex charged body drove her over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her and she was screaming so loud that if someone was walking on the street outside it would easily have been heard. She was out of control and her body had spasm after spasm as Chester continued to fuck her. They both knew how desperately she needed to be fucked like this. This was not lovemaking; this was fucking. Then just as suddenly, he stiffened and she could feel him drive deep into her.

"Oh fuck," she cried out as he began to cum inside her.

"Yes, fuck me, cum in me," she begged.

"Cum in me. Fill me up," she shouted as she rolled through another orgasm. Her ass lifted off the table and pumped her cunt hard against him. Her earlier pleas to him to not cum inside her were gone in this erotic moment. Her body shook and quaked and her legs wrapped his big hips. I her delirium she forced her cunt further onto him, accepting his flood of potent hot cum.

It seemed to last forever and then it finally ended with Chester pulling back. His black cock freed itself from her well fuck white cunt. It dripped onto the floor and her cunt oozed his hot white fluid. Her naked body was spread wide beneath him on the party table as she breathed heavily from the power of what had just happened. 

"How could he have seen how badly I needed to be used like this," she thought in these waning moments of her complete satisfaction. "How could he know?"

His hand reached down to push the gushing cum into her open cunt. Suzanne gasped from the touch. Then he stepped back.

"On your knees, slut," he demanded.

Suzanne instinctively knew what he expected of her. She sat up and then dropped down in front of him. She took his cock in her mouth. Her lips and tongue moved all over him and cleaned all of their combined juices off his still semi hard cock. She hated herself because of how much she loved sucking his black cock. She needed it in her mouth. She needed to be treated like this. The taste of their combined juices was driving her to arousal again. He finally took her hair and pulled her off him. She sat there on her knees panting and with a look of complete sexual desire written all over her wet face. He got dressed and started to walk away.

"Get this mess cleaned up. Your white ass now belongs to me. From now on I will fuck you any time I want to," he said pointedly.

"Yes," she whispered as her body shuddered. It was her only response as she dropped her eyes to the floor in front of her.

"Cunt," he said as he was almost out of the room.

"Yes," she whispered as her body shook from the vile word which ignited her arousal once again.

[hirarandi]

It was Suzanne's turn to get the buffet set up in the Fellowship Hall so it would be ready when the church service ended. So as normal, she left the church and walked back to the kitchen area that adjoined the Fellowship Hall. There was nobody around since everyone was attending the service. She began to brew the coffee in the big coffee maker while she arranged muffins and pastries on the trays. It was all under control in a matter of minutes and she just sat there at the table and waited for the service to end and the coffee to finish brewing.

Suzanne looked good today in her nice Sunday dress and heels. The waist belt was a shiny black patent and accented the nice flair of her hips and the sexy, well put-together ass she took so much pride in. Her chestnut hair was smooth and silky looking and her makeup was light but set off her pretty face just right. 

Just then she heard the sound of someone coming into the kitchen area and she turned to see the black maintenance man, Tom, walk in. He was a big man. He stood about 6'4" but was about 320 pounds. He had a huge fat belly that was about to burst his shirt buttons at the waist. His face was ruddy and very unattractive. His skin was in bad and pock marked. She always saw him looking at her when he didn't think anyone could see. Tom wasn't subtle about it. He always seemed to want her to know he lusted after her married body. His eyes always roamed all over her and he seemed to really like her ass and legs. He always made her nervous.

"Well, hello Miss Suzanne, you sure look pretty today," he said smiling down at her. His eyes were focused on her breasts and she realized that the top two buttons of the dress were opened. From his tall stature, he could easily see down her cleavage. He could see the full swell of her breasts in her sheer lace bra. Her nervousness was mounting in those first few seconds.

"Oh, Tom, good morning, you surprised me. I think I am done here and may go back into the service," she said trying to get out of the kitchen and his gaze. His eyes were looking openly at her body as she stood up. As Suzanne started to walk by him, his big, black hand took her arm in his strong grip.

"No need to go just yet. The Pastor is going to be quite a while today. I think you should stay here so we can talk," he smiled as his mighty hand turned her so she was facing him. He towered over her.

"Maybe some other time," she said as her body trembled from his closeness and also from the firm hold he had on her. Suzanne was instantly sexually excited by his forcefulness. His closeness excited her in a primitive, basic way. Her body's reaction and it's arousal scared her. She always had a dark submissive need to be used and taken, but she kept it hidden under her reserved, married, respectable manner. His other hand reached around her waist below the wide belt and griped her ass cheek and pulled her closer.

"Tom, please don't," she breathed softly in almost a whine. She couldn't deny the excitement that race through her body.

"No need to worry Miss Suzanne. We both know what you want. There's no need to pretend. We know that your hot, white body needs what Tom is going to do, don't we?" His ugly black face was so close to her pretty white face. She was frozen in place.

"Tom, I need to leave. Please let me by," she said as she attempted one more try to stop this from happening.

He reached up and grabbed her hair in his huge fist and jerked her head back. The hand on her ass moved to the front and lifted her skirt. He was immediately touching her cunt. He rubbed it roughly and then started to chuckle.

"My, my, my, so our proper Miss Suzanne has a wet cunt. It's so shameful for a married white woman wanting a black man to touch her. You're just a nasty white slut for old Tom. Is there something you need from big Tom?"

A fat finger pulled aside the crotch of her silk panties and inserted it deep into her soaked pussy. He began to rub it and stroke it as she stood in front of him. His finger put pressure on her swelling clit and made her gulp for air. She groaned from the assault and the pleasure. She never attempted to stop him or to push him away. She never fought him or tried to escape. Suzanne just stood there and made weak feeble remarks about wanting to leave. But she never tried to leave. He knew she wouldn't try.

"Tom, oh God, please don't." she moaned as her heels made a clicking sound on the tile floor as she spread them wider. It had the effect of opening her legs for him so he had better access to her soaking wet cunt.

"This time I will need to make it quick. But the next time I will make sure I have more time to fuck my slut for hours. Now take off those soaked panties and give them to me," he demanded.

Suzanne reached down and removed them while his finger still remained inside her. They were soaked. Her breathing was labored and ragged as she handed them to Tom.

"Turn around and bend over the table. Pull the dress up over that sexy ass."

"Oh please," she moaned as she did as she was told. She didn't know if she was pleading for him to stop or for him to take her.

The first thing she felt was his fat belly on her ass. Then his big black cock was at her wet pussy lips. His hands took a firm grip on her hips and he began forcing his black fuck stick into her. At about half way in he pulled it back again and then drove it hard and deep until his long thick cock hit bottom.

"Oh my God," she cried out as he began to run his cock in and out of her tightly stretched cunt. Her hands reached out to grab the other edge of the table and hold herself still as he began to pound Suzanne.

Her voice was a constant chant of "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," as he used her with a relentless urgency. He was taking Suzanne with a same brutality and fierceness she had dreamed and fantasized about. But this was no dream.

Suzanne felt the orgasm building deep within her and knew it would capture her soon.

"Cumming, cumming, Oh Tom, I'm cumming," she urgently announced in her sexual delirium. He seemed to increase his pace to drive himself to orgasm too. She realized he was going to cum deep inside her unprotected married cunt. She couldn't stop him and the orgasm was exploding inside her body and making Suzanne his white slut.

"Oh FUCK," she screamed. "Cum in me; Oh, please Tom, fuck that cum in me now," she begged him. He obliged the desperate whore and fired his cum load deep in her belly, filling her with his fertile fuck juice. It was like no other climax she ever experienced. It was monumental. It was addictive. It lasted so long.

He finally slowed down and kept his fat cock deep inside her. Suzanne loved the full feeling of Tom being so deep and still throbbing. When he finally did pulled out, he dragged her down to the floor by her hair and pushed his spent cock into her mouth. She made no protests or refusal. She knew she wanted whatever he asked from her. She was his to use. She needed to taste their combined fluids.

"Clean it, Cunt," he demanded and Suzanne licked and sucked his cock and balls under the shadow of his fat belly. Her face was smeared with cum and fluid as she couldn't get enough of Tom's black cock. The fullness filled her mouth completely. Then he pushed her aside and she fell to the floor. She felt empty. She craved more. Then Tom turned his back and walked out.

Suzanne felt incredibly dirty and degraded as she lay on the cool tile floor. It was so humiliating to be treated like this. So objectifying to be taken so easily by this ugly horrible janitor. So horribly demeaning to be fuck so hard and discarded like a common street whore. It was so wrong to have allowed herself to be used like this. And how disgusting it was to be filled to overflowing with a black man's sperm. It was so terrible to have obeyed this church worker like she did. To have allowed herself to be bent over the kitchen table with her legs spread and her skirt up over her ass and never fight him or try to escape. But as these thoughts raced into her head, they caused her to moan violently. She was suddenly aroused with a need she had never experienced before. She wanted this. She needed this. Reaching down she took two fingers and scooped up his cum. There was so much of it. Her cunt was a liquid mess. She brought the fingers up to her lips and then sucked them clean. She wanted to suck his cock but this was second best.

"He's right. I am a white married slut," she thought as she began to rub her cunt to another hard climax. A switch had been turned on and for Suzanne there was no going back.

[hirarandi]

It had been a couple weeks since Suzanne had seen old Tom, the black janitor who bangd her in the church kitchen. She was afraid to be by herself in church, so she always left with a group so he couldn't trap her again. She had not mentioned the bang to a soul because of the shameful way she allowed him to take her and because of the way her body reacted to it. She checked her mailbox next to the church office to see if there were any pressing duties for the deacons this week. All she saw was a white envelope and no name on it at all. She took it and opened it.

It was a message from him. It just read, "Today at 3, in the mechanical room in the back."

It was not signed and was not addressed to her. But Suzanne knew it was Tom. She also knew that his office was off the mechanical room. She wanted to just throw the note away and walk out and drive home. That's what she wanted to do. But it was almost 3pm and she stayed in the church and kept looking at the time. This made no sense at all, she thought. Why did she stay? Why was she looking at the time? Did he honestly expect her to willingly go to him?

When 3 o'clock came, she picked up her purse and walked to the back of the church. The note was still in her hand. She walked through the poorly lighted corridor towards the mechanical room. The sound of her heels clicking on the hard tile floor resounded off the walls. Her breath was labored and her pulse was racing as she approached that end of the hall. She saw the light coming from Tom's office. She approached the open door and looked in. He was seated in an old wooden office chair. He was leaning back and reading the newspaper.

"Did you want to see me," she managed to get out of her dry throat. The note was dangling from her fingers.

"No, you white whore, you want to see me," he said as he stood up in front of her.

Suzanne felt like he had punched her in the stomach, forcing all air out of her. She was frozen in her place. His words took any fight right out of her. His voice deflated her, yet aroused her. She knew why she came back to him. She knew why she took this solitary walk to an area that no one used except this big ugly fat black man. She remembered that Sunday morning in the church kitchen two weeks ago when he bangd her. He took her with his brutal hardness. It was the kind of sex she had dreamed of for so long. The truth was that she had thought of little else since that day. The memory of it was a constant theme in her mind; it was deeply arousing.

"Please, Tom," Suzanne whined as she stood in front of him.

He just laughed as he reached down under his fat belly and unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper of his work pants. The blue soiled pants hit the concrete floor. He dropped his shorts next; kicking the soiled batch away with his foot.

"Stroke it Miss Suzanne. Take my cock and stroke it, whore," he chuckled. His hand took her wrist and placed her hand on his big cock. As if on their own, her fingers encircled it and she was shocked at how fat and long it was. When he took her in the church kitchen she was just forced down on the table. She felt his size inside her but now she had her hand on his massive cock.

"Oh God," she moaned as her hand moved on his inflating meat with a mind of its own.

"Is this why you are here, white slut?"

"Please don't," she groaned.

"Show me the note," he demanded and with her other hand, Suzanne held it up.

"Tell me why you came here, bitch. You saw the note and knew it was me. Why did you walk all the way back here to see me?"

"I don't know. I was afraid," she whined.

"Stroke my black dick. Stroke it so it gets bigger and harder," he demanded with a nasty smile.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered as her hand stroked him harder. As his size increased, she could feel the blood fill his big black cock. 

"But first let's get the money out of the way," he said.

"What money," Suzanne said with a startled voice.

"Pull your wallet out and tell me how much cash you have in it," he ordered her. Suzanne grabbed her purse and pulled out her wallet. She opened it and saw four $50 bills and a twenty.

"I have $220 in it," she admitted.

"How much are you going to pay me to fuck you?" 

Suzanne looked down to avoid his eyes but immediately saw his hard black cock jutting out from under his fat belly.

"Take what you want," she said, "you can take it all."

"No," he said, "tell me how much you are paying me to fuck your cock-hungry body. Tell me what you are offering to be my married cheating white whore," he barked down at her.

"All of it. I will pay you $220," she gasped.

"Well, that is very generous for a nice white church woman like you. Hand it to me," he told her. Suzanne reached inside the wallet and pulled it out. She handed the money to him.

"Now that we have my fee taken care of, step back and pull off your clothes. Hand them to me, whore," he said with cruelty and force.

"Yes, Sir," she gasped and her hands were on her blouse buttons, pulling it open and handing it to him. Then she unhooked her bra and handed that to him too. Her full tits were in his view and her nipples were so hard, exposed and throbbing. She unzipped her conservative mid-length skirt and dropped it to her shoe tops. Then her panties followed the skirt. She reached down, stepped out of the garments and handed them to him. All she had on were her 3 inch heels.

Tom threw her clothing on top of his desk while he put her money in his wallet. He turned to her. His huge black hands moved onto her full breasts and his fingers grasped her nipples and pinched down on them. Suzanne gave out a guttural sigh as he pulled out the nipples and then mauled her full tits. Her eyes were half closed and her breathing was labored as Tom used her tits as if he owned her.

"Tell me what you want, white whore. Do you want old Tom to put his fat black cock inside you again? Tell me why a respectable church deacon like you would come back here and hand me your clothes and pay me? Why will you let this old black man touch you anywhere I want?"

"Please, Sir, please," she gasped; his words humiliating her and bringing her almost to tears.

"You are a married white woman. Why would you need old Tom's black dick? Doesn't your husband pound that wet cunt like you need it, bitch?" he asked. There was laughter in his voice which heightened her humiliation even more.

"No, Sir, he doesn't" she choked out of her dry throat.

Suzanne was emotionally and sexually hysterical inside her mind as his words hit her like hard slaps. He was giving her a verbal beating and she was becoming more aroused by it as he continued degrading her. She knew why she was here. She knew what he would do to her if she came back here. But now he wanted her to say it. He wanted her to admit her needs and her cravings. She had paid him but he still needed more admissions. She looked down at his big belly and saw his hard cock below it. Her hand reached out and gripped him again. She started to jerk the long thick black meat.

"Please Sir, I want it," she whispered to him with the fat cock in her small hand.

"Not good enough white whore. Tell old Tom why you want him to do," he said as his hands pinched down on the sensitive nipples again. As he did it, her cunt flooded.

"I'm a whore, Sir. I'm a dirty married white whore. I need this big black cock inside me. Fuck me, Sir. bang me, Sir." Her own words horrified her. They came out on their own. She couldn't stop herself. He had broken her and made her admit her most guarded secret. But she had no choice. He gave her no choice.

Tom pushed her back away from him and she almost fell down. Her hand came loose from his cock and she felt like she was being discarded.

"Go to the desk and take out a piece of paper and write down your personal cell phone number. When I call that number or text you I expect my white whore to get over here to get fucked. So write down the number and write 'call me when you need to fuck me.' Then sign your name," he smirked.

Suzanne knew if she did this, Tom would have something to blackmail her with. By saying it on paper and then signing her name, her fate was sealed.

"Please, Sir, I can't put that in writing. You know you can have me anytime. But I can't write that on the note pad," she begged.

Tom approached her and pulled her to him. His mouth was on her mouth and their tongues met. His hands pulled her to him and squeezed her firm ass. She reached up to put her arms on his shoulders and she loved the way his fat black tongue slid between her lips. His cock was against her belly and seemed to be throbbing on her skin. She was happy that he had not pushed the point about the note. He broke the kiss and looked down at her.

"Sign it or this ends now. You take back your clothes, get dressed and leave. But you will never get fucked by old Tom again. Sign it, whore, or get out," he told her.

Suzanne's arousal was beyond anything she had ever felt. She had to have him now. She needed the way he treated her and how he humiliated her. She felt totally dominated and owned by this fat, ugly, huge black man. Something inside her was released and the genie could never be put back in the bottle. She knew it, but Tom knew it even more. She walked to the table and wrote her cell number and the message he demanded. Then she signed it and turned and handed it to him. Tom took the note, unlocked his desk and put it inside. He then locked it again.

Turning to her again he pointed to the ground and Suzanne dropped to her knees and crawled over to him. She again took his fat cock in her hands and began to stroke it and pump it. She did this a few times and then dropped her hungry mouth onto the huge head and wrapped her married lips around his black cock.

"That's it bitch. Now suck old Tom's black dick." He said as his hand grabbed her hair and forced more into her face.

Her mouth was so full but she pushed down harder and accepted more and more. Her tongue worked the hard shaft as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Her mouth was stretching to accept him and it hit the back of her throat and stopped. Her submission was complete and she was exactly where she wanted to be. This was where she needed to be; on her knees and servicing a huge cock and being treated like nothing more than a thing to fuck and abuse. She knew this truth about herself. She craved being used her by him. She wanted more and more. There was nothing hidden any longer. She was exposed. She was his to use as his white whore.

He pulled her hair hard and lifted her face off his cock. Suzanne gasped for air but at the same time pushed her face forward again to try and capture his hard cock again. But Tom pulled harder and said one word, "Up."

She rose to her feet in front of him. He towered over the naked white wife. He pushed her back until she was up against the wall. Reaching down under her firm ass, he pulled her up until her legs rose to allow his cock to rest just under her open cunt.

"Fuck me," she groaned at him as her arms encircled his neck and her legs rode up over his hips. His big fat belly was pushing into her stomach and the head of his cock found the wet cunt opening.

"If you want it, you need to slide that hot cunt onto me."

Loosening her grip around his neck, she lowered herself onto his big black cock.

"Oh, my God," she cried out as the fat head pierced her tight opening. "So big; Oh, please, it's so big," she grunted as she took more and more of him inside her snug white body.

Tom did not wait for her to adjust to his size and pinned her firmly to the wall and began to increase his pace into her. He started to slam her exposed cunt with long firm strokes and he was reaching depths she never knew possible. His cock head was ramming her cervix and the mixture of the need and the fullness and the pain of being taken like this was driving her to a quick orgasm.

"You want it like this, whore," he snarled. His hips worked like pistons, driving her into the cold, painted cinder block wall of the maintenance room.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, cumming, please, oh fuck, please," she cried out as her climax gripped her and took hold of her like she knew it would. "Fuck your whore...whore...whore," she chanted as wave after wave of deep spasms overtook her senses and ignited her nerve endings. The all- encompassing sensations taking her to places she never knew existed. Her grip on Tom was like a vise. She looked up into his nasty ugly black face and opened her mouth and began kissing him and searching for his tongue. Tom kept his enormous black cock wedged deep inside the white wife. She hunched and flexed her hips to extract all the shattering sensations she could from this erotic, brutal moment. She moved on him for what seemed like hours before her hips slowed and her mouth broke away from his. It had in reality last a minute or two but it was the best minute of her life. Tom was still firm and lodged deep within her. He reached up and pulled her arms away from his neck. Holding her wrists he pulled her up so his cock could pull out and then lowered her to the ground in front of him.

"Now suck the cum out of me, whore," he told. Suzanne took his wet cock in her hand and jerked the massive, slick rod. Her mouth moved to capture the head and she swirled her tongue on it and the sensitive underside. Tom was close to shooting his cum load and was flexing his hips in time with her stroking hand and active mouth. Both of his hands were knotted in her hair as he cried out. His dick suddenly began to pulse. Suzanne felt it happening and tightened her lips around his cock. He began to launch his cum into her. The first blast was like a fire hose and she choked a bit. This made her pull the head out of her mouth so she could swallow his spunk. Her hands held his cock to her lips pointing up and his eruptions continued. She used her tongue on the underside of the cock head while holding it tight to her full lips. Her face was flooded with his juice and her forehead and hair received ample amounts of the warm fluid. Suzanne was soaked by the amazing amount of Tom's cum. She then took him back in her mouth and sucked the rest of his semen into her throat and drank it down.

Tom released his grip on her hair and stepped back from her. He looked at the mess on her face and head and hair and smiled. Suzanne just squatted there before him and tried to catch her breath.

"I think my white whore would do anything for old Tom. I think my whore is addicted to this black cock," he said snickering down at her and smiling.

"Yes, Sir, anything you want. Anything you ask," she said as she looked up through her cum splattered face. Her expression was total submission and arousal.

"Good, now suck his cock," he said pointing to the door behind her. Suzanne turned around; confused by his reference to someone else. That's when she saw him.

"Oh, I can't, he's so young," she cried out as she saw a young black boy in his late teens, maybe 19, standing at the doorway with his pants around his ankles and his big cock fully erect.

"Suck my son's black cock," Tom demanded.