Mandingo Wiki "There goes the neighborhood," said Wendy looking out the window.
Stan looked up from his dinner. His six foot tall, buxom blonde wife was
framed in the sunlight staring out the window. She could have joined the
Swedish bikini team she was so beautiful and stacked, everyday he was
reminded of how lucky he was and today with the sunlight shining on her
was no exception. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"It looks like the new neighbor's a black guy."
"Well you can cross twenty thousand dollars off the value of our house
then." Stan got up and joined his wife at the window. "Man he's huge,
he's probably just a moving man." The man bulged with muscles and had a
shaved head. The black giant wasn't working though, three other black
men were unloading boxes from a truck.
"You're probably right," she replied watching as the three workers
finsihed, they bowed their heads towards the bald giant and left.
********************
Stan was wrong, the new neighbor was the black man. Stan saw him outside
the next day as Stan was flipping burgers on the grill. "Hello," he
called.
"Hello," said the black man coming over to the fence.
"Stan Marsh," said Stan shaking hands with the biggest man he had ever
seen, watching his own normal-sized hand get swallowed up by the black
man's. He was also the darkest black man Stan had ever met.
"Mobutu Tanaka, Dr Tanaka."
"Where you from Dr Tanaka?" The man had a strong accent.
"I am from Kenya. I am Masai."
"What brings you to the states?"
"I am taking a class at the university on new medical techniques to take
home to my people."
"Just one class?"
"Yes, you would call it a refresher, then I will go home."
Stan couldn't help being impressed. This man had bought a house to live
in for only three months. He came from money. "Would you like to come in
for a burger?" Stan thought Mobutu might be an interesting guy to talk too.
"Would you have American hot dog?"
"Sure, I can throw some on the grill."
"I have not had American hot dog since college."
"Wendy, bring me out a couple dogs from the fridge," Stan yelled through
an open window.
A moment later, Wendy opened the sliding glass door and walked out onto
the porch with two hot dogs on a paper plate. Mobutu looked up at the
statuesque blonde. "Perfect," he said.
"What?" asked Wendy. She wore an attractive business proffessional
outfit, short skirt, heels, and jacket. The sunlight made her blue eyes
sparkle.
"You are magnificent."
"Ah... thank you I guess," she said blushing.
Stan was frowning, but he quickly shrugged it off and took the hot dogs
from his wife. The black man stared at Wendy until she became
uncomfortable and returned inside.
"Your wife is tall for a white woman."
"Yes, she's six feet without the heels." Stan took the food off the
grill. "Lets go inside, we have some fixins set up on the table and I
will get us some drinks. Would you like a beer?"
"No, milk or water please."
"Ok...I think we have some milk."
"That will be satisfactory."
Wendy returned, walking downstairs having changed into jeans and a tee
shirt. The jeans hugged her perfectly round ass as did the tee shirt,
stretching tight around her large, full bosom. "Here you go Mobutu,"
said Stan handing him a glass.
"You will call me Dr Tanaka or your highness."
Both Stan and Wendy were taken aback by his unfriendliness. "You are
royalty?" she asked.
"My brother is King, he rules over many Krals."
"And you are the tribe's doctor?" asked Stan.
"I am the tribe's Shaman, what you would call a witchdoctor."
"Aren't you a real doctor?"
"A Shaman is a real doctor, but I know what you say, I also have a PHD.
What do you do Wendy?"
"I'm a lawyer."
"Wendy is modest, she graduated from Harvard last year and just found a
job, Dr Tanaka." Stan would be damned before he called the arrogant man
"your highness."
"Intelligence and beauty."
His gaze and comments were making her uncomfortable again, she tried to
change the subject. "You are not what I expected an African to look
like."
"What is your meaning?"
"You know skinny, malnourished.
"My family is raised to be superior to the common warrior." Mobutu
finished his hot dogs and milk. "I would relieve myself."
"The bathroom is down the hall on the right."
Mobutu stood and walked to the bathroom. He took out his long cock and
relieved himself. Wet swimsuits hung over the shower curtain. Stupid
Americans, he thought leaving an item that would give him control of
them lying around. The beefy black man grabbed a hold of the bikini
panties. The entire bikini was small, and would show off Wendy's
magnificent body. He looked inside the panties, then looked again.
Finally, he saw it, a small curly hair. It was blonde and handn't stood
out against the material. The man's was easier, Mobutu immediately found
a pubic hair in his swimsuit and he folded both his prizes in a piece of
tissue paper, shoving it in his pocket.
Mobutu returned to the living room and saw that Wendy had moved next to
Stan and Stan had his arm around her possessively. "Are you in good
health?" he asked, Stan started to respond, but the black man added,
"just Wendy."
"Yeah, perfect health. I rarely get sick and excercise regularly. My
family is long-lived."
"Are they real?" he asked pointing at her breasts.
Wendy's mouth fell open. She recovered and said, "none of your
business."
"They are real and all mine," interupted Stan.
"I think it's time you left."
"Wendy, you are truly a genetically superior female, you should be with
a gentically superior male."
Stan was pissed. "And I suppose that's you?"
"Yes."
"And I suppose you also have a twelve inch penis and can screw for hours
like all black men?"
"Actually it is thirteen of your English inches and most black men are
like you, pathetic and small, but the royal family of Tanaka has been
breeding males superior in size, brains, and the ability to produce
semen for hundreds of years. I believe your Mandingo Wiki his for a second as I reached to
say something, anything to slow him down and get out of this whole
thing. But all I could muster was...
"Y-y-yes, Amos...I guess...I guess I am too..." I looked down again and
found myself staring at the monstrosity that was his manhood, struggling
to pull my eyes off it and leave. He still held my hand. And I still
held his.
Slowly I came back to reality, let go of his clutches and pulled away.
He let go and backed off. A huge smile across his ape-like face.
"See you tomorrow then sweet meat," he called as he backed off to go on
his way.
"O, Ok..." I mumbled. I felt confused and dizzy as I turned and walked
to the door that opened to the next hallway. In the reflection of the
glass door I could see this big, black man just standing there watching
me as I walked down the hallway.
For some reason I could not understand I found my heart pounding and my
knees shaking.
Then almost unconsciously I began a slightly, ever so slightly,
exaggerated sway to my hips and ass as he watched intently. Why was I
doing this!!! What was I thinking??? I had no--and have no--idea. But
I did it. And as I did I looked into the door's glass to see his
refection reaching down, stroking the serpentine bulge running down his
left inseam.
I walked through the doors and felt dizzy, faint. I went straight to
the Ladies Room and into a booth. I thought, "God, I feel like I have
to pee!" But when I peeled down my nylons to go I noticed a big wet
splotch in the crotch. I sat on the toilet just staring into the
crotch. Was I actually sexually excited by this pathetic old
maintenance man? Did he have me this hot just by his flirting with me?
My questions were soon answered as I found myself leaning back on the
seat, my knees falling wide open, my fingers reaching unconsciously for
my clitty and starting to work the stiff standing bud--furiously!
My eyes closed, I could only see Amos' huge dick distorting the leg of
his pants, trying to break free to get at-me!
Oh! So hot! My fingers worked furiously. I started making high
squeaking sounds as I neared a major orgasm. Then it broke and I had to
stifle a scream. My fingers were flooded with my juice in a way no man
had ever before been able to make me cum.
When it was done I sat on the toilet. Stunned, dumbfounded. What had
happened to me? Could it be? Could I be attracted to this laughable,
old black?
As in a trance, I tried to wipe my now sore pussy dry, get myself
together and go back to my desk.
But all day I was distracted by my shock that I'd excepted Amos'
invitation. And, of course, by my body's arousal. What had come over
me? What would my husband think if he ever knew?
All day I tried to work...but my nipples continued to ache and my pussy
lips remained swollen, leaking their excitement into the crotch of my
hose.
I got no work done all day.
That evening when I got home Andy asked me how my day had gone and why I
seemed so quiet. I couldn't say much, still confused and bewildered
over the day's happenings.
That night as I lay in bed waiting on him, he came into the bedroom
naked. Looking confidently at me and smiling, he strode toward the
bed. But all I could think of was how ridiculous he looked with his
man-sized Multiracial Love Multiracial Dating His balls had stored up a lot since he last had
sex and the doll was covered. Tomorrow he thought, she would be ready.
The next day he stripped Barbie and black Ken placing them outside the
doll house together. Barbie sat on the cot with her face in the black
doll's crotch.
******************
Wendy walked completely nude out to her cot without giving it a second
thought. It wasn't long at all before the black man walked out his back
door wearing his loincloth. He didn't even ask to join her, just
assuming she'd let him. He jumped over the fence and walked over to her.
"I thought we could talk some more," said Mobutu letting the loincloth
fall down so that his cock swayed seductively before her face. The cock
she fantasized about constantly, her gaze focused on it and she licked
her lips. "I see the way you stare at my superior black cock. Would you
like to touch it?"
She wanted to do more then touch it, but she just nodded and reached out
one hand to caress his shaft and another to heft his balls. Just
touching it sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her pleasure grew
as his cock grew. The monster extended several inches and swelled,
rising ponderously until it pointed directly at her mouth as if
comanding her to suck it. It truly was over a foot long and as thick as
her wrist.
"Isn't it magnificent?" he asked.
"Yes," said Wendy completely enthralled with the huge, dark black cock.
"I've never seen anything like it in all my life."
"Now you see why your husband has been feeling inferior."
"Yes, I think I understand. Your cock is twice as big as his penis."
Wendy wanted to take him in her mouth, but needed permission since he
was royalty. She leaned forward and kissed the bulbous head directly on
his pee-slit. She kept her lips on it and looked up at him.
"You may service my cock with your mouth if you desire."
Wendy felt a surge of pleasure and she quickly parted her lips taking
the head inside her mouth, feeling complete for the first time in weeks.
It was as if she belonged here, naked at his feet, slurping on his black
scepter of power. Weeks ago, she wouldn't have done this for Stan, now
she was willingly sucking on her arrogant black neighbor's thirteen inch
cock. It was a shame, Stan's performance had been so disappointing, he
would have been good practice for Dr Tanaka's cock.
Wendy took her mouth off the head to lubricate it better. She began with
the tip, running her tongue all around the head, then down the shaft. He
grabbed the tip and held it up for her, thrusting his balls in her face.
She licked those too, amazed at how big they were.
Wendy kissed her way back up to the end and took it in her mouth again.
She hadn't even taken a quarter of his cock in her mouth when it pushed
into her throat and she gagged. She relaxed her throat and tried a
little at a time managing half his cock. She decided to go with that and
started rapidly bobbing her head while jerking the rest with both her
hands. Despite her enthusiasm, he lasted a long time, almost outlasting
her strength.
He came with little warning other then the fact that his cock seemed
even bigger now then it had just minutes earlier. His cock seemed to be
doing push-ups in her throat, then she realized he was cumming directly
into her belly. Horrified at the thought of swallowing sperm, she backed
up feeling it pouring down her throat, then it was in her mouth and she
could taste it. It was one of the most delicious things she had ever put
in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out and sperm dribbled out the sides of
her mouth as she gulped and he still wasn;t done cumming. More rolled
around her tongue before sliding down her throat and she jerked his cock
off with one hand making sure every drop was in her mouth, but suddenly
she screamed in orgasm and lost control getting one last splatter of hot
cum across the face.
Confused, Wendy looked down to see what had made her orgasm and saw her
free hand frantically rubbing her clit. After cumming, the guilt hit her
and she fell back from his still hard cock in horror. "What have I done?
Please tell me this was all a dream? My god, Stan..."
"Is a weakling, but I understand. It was a mistake, you could not help
yourself. Masai cock is hard to resist. I will not go naked before you
anymore, but your cock sucking skills were impressive and I will let you
service me anytime you desire."
Wendy watched him leave then ran into her house crying. The guilt didn't
last long. By the end of the weekend, she knew she both loved and
prefered sucking black cock. She wanted to do it again.
*****************
Barbie sat in a chair all weekend staring at a piece of paper with
writing on it that said: I want to suck more black cock, I want to eat
more cum, I wish I could swallow his entire cock, I love sucking
Mobutu's cock, and My husband is a wimp who can never satisfy my need
for superior black cock.
Mobutu didn't move the doll until he got back from class on Monday. Then
he stripped it and placed it kneeling at black Ken's feet, blowing some
marijuana smoke at them just to be on the safe side.
He watched through a window as Wendy got home from work wearing another
skirt and jacket. She stared at his house and she walked into her own.
His doorbell rang ten minutes later. He opened his door to find a
confused looking Wendy standing before him wearing a robe. She looked
nervous, like she didn't know quite what to say. "P-please your
h-highness, I'd like to suck on your c-cock again."
"Is this wise? I don't want you to do it if your going to regret it
again."
"I won't regret it. I have to do it again. I promise I will do better. I
only have an hour until Stan is home."
"Then you may." Mobutu walked over to his couch and sat down spreading
his legs open.
"Remove the robe and crawl to me."
Wendy dropped the robe, she was nude underneath and fell to her knees.
She crawled over to him, her mouth watering at the thought Inter Racial Fuck
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After we backed out and turned onto the road he casually put his big,
black hand onto my knee, squeezed it gently and said: "You joinin' me
today a dream come true, Leasa."
My heart bled for him. It was such a nice thing to say. I felt guilty
for all the laughing my husband and I had done about his flirtations.
This poor beast really admired me so. I wanted to remove his hand from
my knee-it was completely inappropriate-but after he said that...I just
couldn't. I was afraid I'd hurt his feelings.
So he drove on with his hand on my knee. Occasionally, running it
slightly up to my lower thigh.
I kept coming right to the point of saying stop. But it was so casual,
so slight, I never quite felt he'd gone over the line.
Yet as we approached the bar & grill he was taking me to for lunch, I
suddenly thought, "What in the hell am I doing sitting here in a broken
down old caddy with an old, black man-one my husband and I used to laugh
about-letting him rest his hand on my knee and occasionally stroke my
thigh like I was his damn white whore or something!!!"
I felt somewhat stupefied and dazed as he opened the car door for us to
enter the "Soul Train" Bar & Grill. All I could think of was how could
I have let this all happen and what am I doing here.
As we walked to the back door entrance from the parking lot something
else bothered and alarmed me. The warm wetness I felt again in the
crotch of my hose...obviously brought on from Amos' gentle handling of
my knee and thigh.
"What is happening to me, " I wondered.
As we walked into the seedy bar Amos suddenly grabbed my hand, holding
it in his as if I really was his woman. My immediate reaction was to
pull it away but as we walked through the bar area and all the
patrons-who were older, seedy looking, black men-stared at us, I felt I
didn't want to create an embarrassing situation.
Besides the way the place quieted down and these old men stared at me,
some with their jaws agape, made me feel something strange that I didn't
understand at first. But as we walked by them I found myself slowly
holding Amos' hand more firmly. I also found myself standing tall,
strutting somewhat, beside and slightly behind him...somehow proud of
their admiration-even awe-of me. And especially in awe of the fact that
I was being paraded about hand in hand by their buddy Amos.
I quickly found my nipples betraying me again as Amos paraded me in
front of his buddies on the way toward our booth. They poked out
prominently as these old men ogled my bouncing breasts. Damn! I
thought. Why did I wear such a sheer bra.
But in the back of my mind I knew this was strangely exciting me against
my will. I enjoyed these old blacks staring and looking me up and down,
licking their lips lustfully. And I was also excited by how Amos glowed
with pride to be with this young, shapely blonde. Hand in hand, showing
her off as his 'date' for all his horny, old, pals to envy.
We stopped along the way as Amos introduced me to one or two of his
buddies as his "lunch date". As he'd say this, I'd at first feel my
temper rising that he would introduce me as his date...then somehow it
would melt away as these men would look me up and down and whistle.
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He stood there frozen like a statue until fifteen minutes later, his
sexy neighbor walked outside in her skimpy bikini.
Mobutu grinned and returned downstairs. He took a joint from his wallet
and lit it. He hated the stuff, but Mama Juju swore on it for clouding
people's judgement. He decided to just fill his mouth up with smoke and
not inhale. He blew one mouthful on the doll and pinched the joint to
extinguish it. He then removed the dolls top. before returning upstairs
to his window.
******************
Wendy didn't know what she was thinking as she removed her bikini top.
She had alway wanted an all around tan, but today it was so cloudy she'd
probably have been better off staying inside and doing errands. Still,
she had gotten a strong urge to lay out and then to take her top off.
She wasn't an exhibitionist either, the skimpy bikini was only for the
backyard, she had a modest two piece for wearing in public. She hadn't
feared anyone seeing her in this bikini until Dr Tanaka bought the house
next door.
Thinking about the black man conjured memories of seeing him nude last
week, his huge appendage starting to rise. It was an image forever
frozen in her brain. His penis was just something to be admired, she'd
never sleep with a black man, or any man other then her husband for that
matter. She even felt sorry for the black doctor, though he bragged
about it, there was no way any woman could have taken his monster
coc...penis. Unless, Masai women were built differently?
Now, here she was removing her bikini top when the doctor might be home
and able to see her. She hadn't seen much of him since the incident and
not at all this day, so she decided to risk it. Strange, but it felt
good exposing herself outside. She'd have to consider going topless the
next time they were in the Carribean. The white areas normally covered
by the bikini stood out against her tan skin.
Wendy laid back and closed her eyes for several minutes, opening them
suddenly. She looked down her topless body at the bikini bottom. Why
not? Her hand untied the string at her side and she lifted her ass up
long enough to pull her panties completely off exposing her trimmed
blonde bush to the world.
She closed her eyes again, exposing herself had her thinking about sex,
mostly her husband, but her neighbor's penis flashed in her thoughts
more then once. Her right nipple grew until it extended it's full three
quarters of an inch. She opened her eyes staring at her nipple. It was
so hard it ached a little and sweat glistened on it making it look wet.
Then her left nipple followed suit and she felt herself becoming
aroused.
*******************
Mobutu stood in the window with the nude Barbie in his hand. He quit
licking it's nipples and moved to it's crotch. Outside, Wendy began
squirming on the cot. The nude woman parted her legs then swiftly closed
them. She quickly stood up, grabbed her bikini and ran into the house.
He assumed she would be masturbating. He returnned to the doll house and
played around with the Barbie and Ken, putting them in different
positions. He bent Barbie's legs and put her face in Ken's laps, put
them in the sixtynine position, bent her legs forward so that he could
sit her on Ken's crotch, and bent her so that it resembled doggy style.
Every now and then he took the Barbie and licked it's breasts and
crotch. Finally, he dressed Barbie in just her bikini bottoms and left
her in the house.
Stan got home just after dark when it was safe for the black man to
sneak back into their yard.
Wendy was standing in the kitchen window topless washing dishes and her
husband was staring at her in awe with a dumb grin on his face.
Mobutu returned home and grabbed both dolls. When he got back to thier
yard, he drew an erection on Ken, though it wasn't necessary, Stan
already had an inferior bulge in his pants.
Mobutu held Barbie's head in Ken's crotch, and
watched.
Wendy turned from the dishes and walked over to her husband. "God, I'm
glad your home." She dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and
carressed his bulge. "I've been so horny all day. I don't know whats
come over me." Wendy quickly unzipped her husband and pulled out his
dick, happy to see he had another big erection like last week. It looked
good enough to eat and for the first time in her life she leaned forward
and took him in her mouth.
"Holy shit," he said startled. "You haven't done this before."
Wendy was just starting to bob her head over it when Mobutu erased the
erection. "What's wrong, don't you like it?' she asked letting his limp
penis roll from her mouth.
"No, it felt great. I don't know what happened. It was there and then it
was gone."
"Lets go upstairs and see if I can get it to come back." Wendy grabbed
his hand and pulled her husband upstairs.
Mobutu climbed the tree and watched as she stripped off his clothes and
pulled him into bed after turning out the lights. He drew another
erection on Ken and heard her coo in delight. A few minutes later, "Yeah
baby," moaned Wendy. "Harder, harder, just a lttle more, I'm close baby,
real close," and then "Nooo, please not again," as Mobutu smeared out
the erection.
Mobutu left the tree and returned home. He drew a limp, shriveled penis
on Ken and placed him on the bed in the doll house. He waited until it
was late and he assumed the couple next door would be asleep. He took
Barbie and licked her breasts and crotch again before laying her in bed
beside Ken. He took the black Ken and placed it on top of Barbie.
*****************
Wendy woke up with a start, the dream rapidly fading. She couldn't
remember it, but it was hot.
Stan was in the bathroom. "Honey, come back to bed."
Stan walked back into the room wearing boxers which was odd since he
usually walked around nude until dressing. "We can't Wendy, we'll be
late for church."
Wendy sighed. "Maybe when we get back then?"
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infantile genitalia swinging between his legs.
I began unbuttoning my blouse. Soon I had undone my bra, slid it off,
and began sliding out of my skirt.
Meanwhile, Amos was done removing his clothes and I could hear him
grunting approval at my free swinging breasts as I continued removing my
skirt and shoes.
In the corner of my eye I could see his enormous uncut, dick bobbing its
head approvingly at my nakedness-just inches away from my face. I
looked up at it and became transfixed staring at this massive black
organ. It appeared almost alive, bobbing its huge bulbous head, covered
by thick flaps of skin, and drooling precum profusely.
I thought it was hideous, yet gorgeous in some inexplicable way--and it
just drove my heart wild with growing excitement!
Amos reached over and began peeling down my panty hose. As he did we
could both see the huge wet splotch my excitement had deposited into the
crotch. They were ruined. Ruined from my uncontrolled lust for this
black janitor.
Completely naked now I lay back on the cot and looked up at him. His
incredible dick stood out from him now, curving at an 80 degree angle
from his body. It was at least a foot long and 5 inches around. I
never imagined any horse, much less a man, could be so big.
As I laid there staring at it and he down at me, I lifted my gaze
finally to his eyes. We looked deep into each others eyes and, as we
did, I slowly lifted and spread my legs, inviting him into me.
He knelt onto the bed and positioned his meaty, African weapon into
place against my swollen and soaked pussy lips. One thrust forward and
he was into me three inches. As he began truly mounting me-slowly
pulling out and more quickly plunging back in--each thrust brought more
and more of him into me. It seemed the depth of his penetration would
never end.
I grunted with each spear-like thrust. I felt skewered by this black
stallion of a man. And he continued now with greater speed and power.
Finally, he brought his arms down under my thighs and bent me back, my
legs over his shoulders. At this point he seemed like a man possessed.
He hissed: "I wanted a white bitch like you in a position like dis all
my life. Now you's go' get it, you fuckin' white, trash 'ho!!!"
At this he began slamming his dick into me without mercy!
Slap, bam! Slap, bam! Slap, bam!!!
As he slammed his oversized organ deep into my womb he also slammed me
and the whole bed into the wall. The racket we made between his body
slapping into mine, the bed slamming into the wall, and my ooohhs and
ahhhss with each penetrating hump was creating a loud racket.
Through the walls I could hear the black patrons all whooping it up in
the bar, cheering, whistling, laughing, and shouting all matter of lewd
and crude remarks about the blonde bitch old Amos was "givin' some bone
to".
They were cheering on there old homey who they could now clearly hear
banging the living shit out of some uppity blonde wife from Silicon
Valley. They were just loving it!
And so was I...as the pounding I was receiving drove on and on. All I
could think was, "Oh my God, how can he do it? How can he keep up this
pace?"
Slam! Slam! Slam! He drove on giving me more and more of a ramming from
his Black Dick Only She thrust her breasts out prominately as if posing
for the black man.
Mobutu was already half-naked, like he had started stripping climbing
the stairs. Stan's wife reached up, pulling open his already unbuttoned
pants. "Wendy stop," he yelled at her then, "dear god." Wendy was
holding what looked like a black python in her hand. The black man's
cock was huge, he hadn't been lying when he said it was thirteen inches.
Stan had been harboring murderous thoughts in his mind. There was a
loaded gun in his dresser. He seriously considered getting it and
putting a bullet into both of them, but he wasn't really a violent man.
Instead, as Wendy wrapped her lips around the black man's cock, Stan's
dick got hard.
His penis became uncomfortable and he was forced to remove it, then
touch it, soon he was stroking it as he watched his lovely wife deep
throat the black man's impossibly large cock.
Later, Stan swore his wife jerked her head back from the force of the
black man's orgasm. Sperm poured out of her mouth as Mobutu's large load
overflowed it. Stan started sobbing as he looked away, finding himself
looking at his own cum drying and flaking on his abdomen. His orgasm was
pathetic compared to the one the black man had just emptied into Wendy's
mouth.
"Look master, my husband has his little worm in his hand."
The black man just grinned at Stan and moved between Wendy's legs. Soon
Wendy was screaming with pleasure and speaking profanity as Mobutu
pounded her pussy with his cock. Stan's own dick had never gone down and
he found himself stroking it again, cumming long before the black man.
Mobutu was kneeling between Wendy's legs with her legs in his arms. The
position provided Stan with a disgusting view of the black cock
pistoning in and out of Wendy's pussy.
Stan came a few more times, his penis never deflating. He watched sperm
pour out of Wendy's pussy. He watched Mobutu order her on all fours
before the black Masai fucked her for a while doggy style, then pushed
his cock into her ass. Stan couldn't help noticing the ease in which she
recieved it.
Mobutu finally left early in the morning leaving Stan staring at his
wife's prone form. Stan went over to the dresser and was reaching for
his gun when his legs suddenly turned weak and his erection finally
disappeared. He walked on his knees and placed his face in Wendy's sperm
soaked pussy. He began eating her with gusto.
For the next two weeks, Stan slept on the couch while Mobutu took over
his marital bed. When the black man left in the morning, Stan would
crawl between his wife's legs and suck Mobutu's sperm out of her pussy.
He lied to himself thinking he was doing this to keep her from getting
pregnant, but knowing billions of sperm were assaulting her womb every
day. Secretly he enjoyed doing it.
The last time he ate her out, she jumped up with a start and ran to the
bathroom throwing up. She immediately called Mobutu and ran next door.
*****************
Mobutu escorted the pregnant woman out of the clinic. Wendy was beaming
and constantly running her hand across her belly. This was what she
wanted, not to be a lawyer, but to have dozens of black babies. "Where
are we going?" she asked as they got in the limo.
"To the airport," Mobutu said to the Kenyan driver. "Call and have the
jet readied."
Many black Africans helped Wendy aboard the jet, smiling at her. Mobutu
turned to the limo driver and said something strange, "I need you to go
to my house and burn what you find in the den. Do you understand?"
The driver nodded and bowed. Minutes later the lear jet took off into
the sky bound for Africa.
Unfortunatly, the driver decided to stop for lunch before carrying out
Mobutu's orders.
*****************
Mobutu in his haste to get to the clinic had bumped into the dollhouse
and knocked white Ken from it's spot between Barbie's legs. Stan's
murderous thoughts returned as soon as he saw the limo pull out of Dr
Tanaka's driveway.
Stan was no dummy, he knew his wife was probably pregnant. He grabbed
his gun and walked over to Mubutu's house. He planned to wait for the
limo to return and then shoot the couple as they entered the house. He
broke the glass on the sliding door and walked into the house. Hie eyes
falling on the dollhouse as he passed through the den.
Stan couldn't believe his eyes. The Ken doll laying on the floor, the
slutty sayings written on paper in the rooms, the black Ken lying
nearby. The sperm-crusted Barbie lying on the bed with holes poked in
her crotch and ass. Stan was a skeptic, barely believing in god, only
going to church for Wendy, but this looked for the world like a set of
voodoo dolls.
He picked up Ken and examined it, seeing the little hair stuck in glue
on the dolls crotch. He pulled it off, and immediately felt a strange
since of relief come over him. He picked up Barbie, noticing she had the
glued hair also as well as a black baby drawn on her belly. He ripped
her hair out too.
Stan picked up the black Ken. He was reaching for the hair when instead
his hand moved up to the doll's head. With a sudden jerk he turned the
head around backwards and dropped the doll on the floor.
*****************
It was ruled a freak accident. Guards burst into the private room when
the girl screamed. She was kneeling beside Prince Mobutu's prone form.
His cock was hard and glistened with her saliva. However, the shaman's
head was bent awkwardly backwards and his shallow breathing faded to
nothing. The jet made an emergency landing in the Canary Islands.
Wendy was given the death penalty in Kenya for being alone with Mobutu
when he fell and broke his neck, but King Usawe stayed the execution and
took the white woman as one of his wives. Mobutu's son was given to the
tribe to raise as it's new shaman. Wendy bore Usawe many children as she
and the King's five other wives tried to keep his carnal needs
satisfied. She still lives in Kenya.
THE END 
Interracial Sex Pics his for a second as I reached to
say something, anything to slow him down and get out of this whole
thing. But all I could muster was...
"Y-y-yes, Amos...I guess...I guess I am too..." I looked down again and
found myself staring at the monstrosity that was his manhood, struggling
to pull my eyes off it and leave. He still held my hand. And I still
held his.
Slowly I came back to reality, let go of his clutches and pulled away.
He let go and backed off. A huge smile across his ape-like face.
"See you tomorrow then sweet meat," he called as he backed off to go on
his way.
"O, Ok..." I mumbled. I felt confused and dizzy as I turned and walked
to the door that opened to the next hallway. In the reflection of the
glass door I could see this big, black man just standing there watching
me as I walked down the hallway.
For some reason I could not understand I found my heart pounding and my
knees shaking.
Then almost unconsciously I began a slightly, ever so slightly,
exaggerated sway to my hips and ass as he watched intently. Why was I
doing this!!! What was I thinking??? I had no--and have no--idea. But
I did it. And as I did I looked into the door's glass to see his
refection reaching down, stroking the serpentine bulge running down his
left inseam.
I walked through the doors and felt dizzy, faint. I went straight to
the Ladies Room and into a booth. I thought, "God, I feel like I have
to pee!" But when I peeled down my nylons to go I noticed a big wet
splotch in the crotch. I sat on the toilet just staring into the
crotch. Was I actually sexually excited by this pathetic old
maintenance man? Did he have me this hot just by his flirting with me?
My questions were soon answered as I found myself leaning back on the
seat, my knees falling wide open, my fingers reaching unconsciously for
my clitty and starting to work the stiff standing bud--furiously!
My eyes closed, I could only see Amos' huge dick distorting the leg of
his pants, trying to break free to get at-me!
Oh! So hot! My fingers worked furiously. I started making high
squeaking sounds as I neared a major orgasm. Then it broke and I had to
stifle a scream. My fingers were flooded with my juice in a way no man
had ever before been able to make me cum.
When it was done I sat on the toilet. Stunned, dumbfounded. What had
happened to me? Could it be? Could I be attracted to this laughable,
old black?
As in a trance, I tried to wipe my now sore pussy dry, get myself
together and go back to my desk.
But all day I was distracted by my shock that I'd excepted Amos'
invitation. And, of course, by my body's arousal. What had come over
me? What would my husband think if he ever knew?
All day I tried to work...but my nipples continued to ache and my pussy
lips remained swollen, leaking their excitement into the crotch of my
hose.
I got no work done all day.
That evening when I got home Andy asked me how my day had gone and why I
seemed so quiet. I couldn't say much, still confused and bewildered
over the day's happenings.
That night as I lay in bed waiting on him, he came into the bedroom
naked. Looking confidently at me and smiling, he strode toward the
bed. But all I could think of was how ridiculous he looked with his
man-sized Mandingo Wiki of sucking
him off again. "May I remove your cock your highness?" she asked when
she arrived between his legs.
"You may and I want you to tell me what you think of my cock as you do."
Wendy's hands fumbled with the buttons, opening his pants and pulling
the zipper down. "I want to suck on your cock so bad. I was afraid I'd
never see it again. Oh yes," she said when her hand closed around it and
she pulled it out of his pants. "I love your black cock your highness."
"You may proceed then."
Wendy attacked his cock, quickly licking it before taking it back in her
mouth. She managed another inch today before he came and she swallowed
every drop. Nor did she quit there, she kept him in her mouth clamping
her lips around the head and tugging on it until he turned hard again.
Wendy had just swallowed his second load when she realized the time and
ran home with her robe untied and flapping behind her. She made it
inside just before Stan got home. Mobutu watched all this from his
window grinning.
He kept the Barbie in the chair staring at the words all week not even
bothering to kneel her before the black doll. Wendy came over every day
after work and blew him, often swallowing several loads of cum before
running home. By the end of the week, her lips were kissing his pubic
hair, she had swallowed his entire shaft.
"You love it in your mouth so much, imagine how it will feel in your
pussy," he said as she ran out the door on Friday night.
Stan never knew why he got nothing but tv dinners and pizza that week,
nor why she didn't eat much with him saying she wasn't hungry.
********************
Wendy had a rough night. "Imagine how it will feel in your pussy?"
echoed through her brain.
She tossed and turned in her sleep alternately riding Mobutu's black
cock, being crushed beneath his weight, or kneeling before him being
fucked doggy style. The dreams moved to every room of her house. She was
on the kitchen table, she was bent over the couch, everywhere she was
fucking Mobutu.
Wendy actually had an orgasm in her sleep just dreaming about it. She
awoke towards dawn, breathing heavy, her body completely aroused. Her
pussy was soaked with arousal and a little sore. She had dreamed Mobutu
had emptied his balls into her waiting pussy.
*****************
Mobutu woke up and showered. He waited for Stan to leave and killed time
by writing more commands for Barbie to stare at. He finished and cleaned
Barbie off. The doll laid on her back with it's legs bent upwards.
Mobutu had stabbed a hole in the crotch and masturbated on it again
making sure plenty of sperm had poured inside the doll.
He took black Ken and laid it naked on the cot. Then he drew a baby on
Barbie's belly and colored it black with the marker before sitting the
Barbie astride black Ken.
*****************
Wendy walked out into her yard naked, she no longer even bothered with
her bikini. Mobutu was lying naked on her cot sunning himself. She had
just been fantacizing about riding his cock in just that position. Could
this strange black man read minds? Did he know how bad she wanted to
fuck him?
"I hope you don't mind Wendy. I saw Stan leave and thought I'd get an
early start."
"No, I don't mind."
"You may suck on my cock."
"Actually, I was wondering if you'd let me try it in my pussy. I know
it's too big to fit, but I'd like to try."
"I have never met a woman who can't handle my cock, though all are
nervous at first. You may both fuck and suck me off. The royal family
has been bred to orgasm more then ten times a day. We can fuck all day
if it pleases you."
He talked like he had been with hundreds of women, the thought of which
would of disgusted her if she wasn't so hot for his cock.
"It pleases me," she said dropping between his legs.
Wendy sucked him until his cock was rock hard and glistening. She was
reluctant to remove it from her mouth, her belly growling with hunger,
but her pussy craved it more. Giving no thought at all to the fact she
was unprotected, Wendy stood over his crotch, held his cock up and
poised it on her labia, a place untouched by any man, but her husband
until now. Closing her eyes, she lowered herself, feeling her labia part
around the big cock head and it kept parting, stretching wider then it
ever had before. Just when she thought it would rip her apart, the head
entered her all the way.
Wendy stayed frozen squatting over the cot letting her body get used to
him. She looked at Mobutu's grinning face, then down his muscular chest.
She could just see the base of his cock between her breasts. His shaft
was glistening as fluid flowed down it, soaking his crotch. Her pussy
was lubricating it, making it easier for her. She hadn't know she could
get this wet. She circled her hips around his cock head and lowered
herself some more.
She felt stuffed full after five inches, the thickness filling her as
much as her husband's entire, much skinnier penis. Her pussy was
gripping his shaft tightly, spasming occassionaly as it continued to get
wet. She was breathing heavy when she hit the half-way mark, the
pee-slit just teasing areas deep in her and previously untouched. It was
starting to feel good, real good.
Wendy needed to cum and started flexing her legs, raising and lowering
herself along his cock, taking a little more as she got used to it. The
orgasm came quickly and was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
The one her husband had given her weeks ago was like comparing a
firecracker to a stick of dynamite. "OH YESSS," she screamed loud enough
her other neighbors might have heard her. The orgasm almost made her
pass out, it curled her toes and made her legs go weak, so weak they
couldn't hold her up anymore. She collapsed, impaling herself on the
rest of Mobutu's cock.
The shock she felt from all the pleasure and pain it gave her did make
her pass out.
When she recovered the pain was gone. Mobutu was kissing her lips. She
had