Letter from the author:
This chapter is more about control and domination. There is some sex, but not as much as there usually is in my stories. If you are looking for a stroke story, this is not your story. There are some bisexual/gay elements as well. If you are into the elements I listed, please read on. As always, constructive feedback both positive and negative is always appreciated. I hope you enjoy.
Goamz86
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Barbara didn't visit her submissive little bitch couple for some time after the night they saw her succumb to Big Daddy. She knew that there needed to be a way for her to re-establish her dominance. Begging Greta for his fagot man cum so she could get some lovin' from Big Daddy had humiliated Barbara to the very core of her being. She feared Marci and Greta may not have as much respect for her as they did before. This could not have been further from the truth. Neither one of them lost any respect for Barbara at all.
Marci almost felt closer to her mistress, knowing that she too loved big juicy black dick. Marci envied her even more knowing that she not only dominated her, but she saved the best and biggest nigger dick for herself. Greta found his mistress to be even sexier. Watching her take Big Daddy's cock and watching her cum like that only drove him to want her even more. So, Barbara left the couple to their normal boring life for almost eight weeks.
This of course drove Marci up the freaking wall with desire and pent-up lust. She prepared every night for another visit from Miss Barbara. She always wanted black cock, and as the days turned to weeks and then months, she longed for the feel of a thick hot black dick deep in her whorishly wanton pussy. She had become increasingly bitter and nasty toward Greta as the time went on. She constantly reminded him of his inadequacies, and told him how she longed for some real cock. She had become desperate enough that if Miss Barbara had not taken the key to Greta's cock cage the last time she visited, she would have even allowed him to fuck her, for as little pleasure as that would have brought. The dildos and the constant ass and pussy licking her worthless husband provided had failed over time to satiate her needs, and she wanted more. Finally, the phone rang one evening.
"Hello?" Greta answered it. "Good evening Mistress."
Marci's sat up intently in her chair.
"Yes Mistress. Yes I have a pen and paper. Yes, I have the address; we will be there in an hour. I look so forward to seeing you Mistress." Greta hung up the phone.
"We'll be where?" Marci barked at him. She had crossed the living room and was now standing next to her wimpy husband.
Greta handed her the address, "Here my love. She said dress appropriately."
"No shit dumbass, that goes without saying." Marci snapped. Then she went to the computer to look up the address.
Marci entered the couple's room as Greta was getting ready. "That address is downtown. It is not a good neighborhood either. We need to hurry because if we hit any traffic, we will be late."
"Yes Dear."
Fifteen minutes later the couple was in the car on the way to their destination. Greta was driving because Marci still needed to put the rest of her makeup on. He was always so careful when driving her car, and so his pace was less than adequate for Marci.
"Gawd damnit Gregory, would you please hurry up! If we are late, Miss Barbara will be pissed, and I will have to deal with it. If that happens you wimp, I will kick your fucking useless ass to hell and back when we get home!" She barked.
"Yes my love" Greta replied, speeding up the car to a more respectable pace.
"Now, when we get there Mr. Pussy Man, you keep quiet, I will tell Mistress how much we have missed her. Don't you say a fucking word. You always fuck things up for me when you talk. I will not have you fucking up my chance to get some big hard dick tonight. Do you understand me, fagot?" Marci instructed Greta.
"Yes Dear." Was all he said.
Marci finished applying her make- up and sat in the passenger's seat dreaming of the fun she would soon be having. Her pussy leaked onto her thong panties and she reached between her legs to fiddle her clit a bit. The skirt she had on was short, but not too short, covering her ass suitably. She had on a low cut top that showed lots of cleavage, although her cow bell obstructed the view from Greta's seat. Her legs were covered with whore red stockings, and she also wore 6" heels to match the stockings. Her pussy was steaming and she needed to cum. She removed her hand from her crotch and squeezed her plump little thighs together.
"Get a move on Gregory, Momma's hot pussy needs to get her some dick tonight."
Greg did as he was told and drove to their destination.
When they arrived, the couple was quite scared. The neighborhood, without any working street lights, was very dark, and the white couple feared for their safety. The setting sun would soon be gone, and night would be upon them. They quickly got out of their car, locked it and proceeded to the front door. Being dressed as they were, both of them felt very vulnerable, and they couldn't help but feel as if they were being watched. They rang the doorbell and waited. The door flew open and there stood a large black man. Greta instantly felt fear flood his body as he tried to speak.
"Hell.......hello Sir. M..... My ...My name is Greg. And th ... th.....this, this my wife Marci. We are here....."
"I know who you are, bitch!" The black man snorted at him.
Just then Mistress Barbara appeared from behind the mammoth of a man. "Get in here." She ordered them.
Greta opened the security screen door and held it for his wife. Marci walked seductively past the black man making sure to shake her big tits and fat ass at him as she imagined where his cock might be invading her later. The submissive couple were ordered to the middle of the front room and told to stand there.
Barbara was determined to re-assert her control over the couple, to make sure neither of them lost any respect for her during her last visit. Barbara slowly circled them, admiring their attire. "Take off your coat Greta!"
He did as he was told. Under his coat he wore the usual; no shirt, pink garter belt, matching thong panties, pink seamed stockings and pink heels that matched his wife's. Of course his pathetic little penis was locked away in his spiked cock cage.
"Nice outfit Pussyboy." Barbara told him. "But that coat is too long. It covers too much. I want the neighborhood to see the real you."
Greta panicked. What did she mean by, "Neighborhood to see"?
Barbara walked to the couch and retrieved her coat. It was a black leather waist length garment that only had two snaps at the very bottom. She handed it to Greta and ordered him to put it on. He did so. It was quite small for him, and with only two snaps, it left the middle of his skinny little chest visible almost to his nipples.
"That's better." Barbara chuckled. "Now you look like the wimpy little bitch we all know you are, Greta."
Next she approached Marci. She looked her over and noticed the length of her skirt. "That will not do." Barbara grabbed hold of the waist of the skirt and hiked it up as far as the roll of Marci's stomach fat would let her. The cow bell clanged from the movements. Marci's ass was barely covered now; bending of any kind would now make hers ass cheeks visible to anyone who might care to look. Barbara ordered her to take off her panties.
Marci complied quickly, and as she bent to step out of them, her shaved pussy was completely visible to the whole world.
"Clang, clang clang" Sang the bell around her neck as she dipped and stood back up.
Barbara grabbed the garment and tossed it to the black man who had opened the door.
"A little souvenir for you and your pals, Denard." Barbara quipped.
Marci was dripping feminine juices down her leg already as Barbara prepared her for an evening of fun with black cock. She wanted to drop to her knees right then and take Denard's cock in her mouth and suck it till it came down her throat.
Barbara continued her inspections. She looked at Marci's tight low cut top and considered the amount of skin it was exposing. "Denard, honey, do you have a pair of scissors?"
"Sure." He said and then he disappeared into the kitchen.
He returned shortly and handed the scissors to Barbara. Barbara took them to Marci's top with prejudice. She cut and cut and cut again. When she was done, The top now completely exposed Marci's large stomach roll and what was left of the neckline showed so much tit flesh, that a little bit of each nipple was peeking out.
Marci didn't care, because all she knew was she was going to be a black cock whore tonight, and she would endure all the humiliation Miss Barbara had for her to get it.
"Oh, before we go, there are just a few things I want to add." Barbara said with a pregnant pause. "to your fat fucking holes that is." She chuckledwhile reaching into her purse. She pulled out a large ass plug and a long, thick, black dildo.
Marci saw them both and knew what her fate was. Barbara approached her and ordered,, " Bend your fat ass over." Marci's bell sang out again as she bent over for her mistress. Without so much as a drop of lube, Barbara shoved the wide anal intruder up Marci's ass until it swallowed the widest part and closed around the narrow base.
Marci had to hold her tongue as the anal intruder was quite uncomfortable going in, and she did not want to be punished for complaining.
"Stand up slut and spread your legs." Barbara ordered her as she retrieved the dildo from the coffee table where she laid it a moment ago. Again the cow's bell rattled and clanged. Barbara approached Marci and presented the fake black cock to her mouth. Marci obediently opened her mouth and Barbara shoved it all the way in until Marci gagged a bit. Then she pulled it out.
"This is what you want don't you my fat little pig slut? You want some nice thick, black dick huh?" Barbara teased her as she waved it in front of her face.
