Chapter Six: A visit to Harvey's house
The next morning Peter was up early, and after a quick cup of coffee he went through my dresser and chose my clothes for me. For my top he handed me a plain white T-shirt much to small for my ample tits. Of course a bra was out of the question. In the bottom drawer, Peter found a pair of bright red short shorts that I have never had the courage to wear because they are so scandalously small and tight. He had me put on red spike heel pumps over a pair of sexy black net stockings that stopped at mid-thigh. Peter insisted that I add to my harlot's flavor with heavy makeup and lots of cheap perfume. I was mortified to see whisps of my blond pubic hair visible at the crotch of those horrid shorts, but Peter had ordered "no panties."
I was humiliated to be dressed like a prostitute, and I told him so. Peter could have cared less, and there was worse to come. We stopped briefly at his house where he added a bright red plastic dog collar with a matching leash to complete my costume. With that humbling collar around my neck, he led me to his car by my leash like a untrustworthy pet. We must have looked exactly like a street whore and her pimp.
Ten minutes later we pulled into the driveway of a rundown house in a low income mixed racial neighborhood. Peter used his leash to jerk me out the driver's door of his car, and led me inside without knocking. There on the sofa in a cheaply furnished living room sat an absolutely enormous black man, as naked as he day he was born. His massive coal black legs were splayed apart, and between them a nude white woman was on her knees with her face his crotch. All I could see of her was a slim bare back and shapely ass, but her head was bobbing up and down in the unmistakable rhythm of a woman servicing a penis with her mouth.
Around the woman's neck was the same plastic dog collar with a leash attached as I wore except that hers was yellow. The big black man held the end of her leash loosely in one hand, and he would tug on it lightly from time to time as if to remind the poor thing of her pitiful servitude. Curiously, even tho her hands were quite free, the woman kept her wrists firmly crossed behind her back as she vigorously serviced the ebony dick with her mouth.
I was terrified by what I saw. It was plain what was happening here. Naked and on her knees, collared and leashed, her hands held obediently behind her back as if tied there..., this white woman was a slave in bondage to this big Negro. Except for the shabbiness of the room and its furnishings, I could have been watching a scene from three centuries ago when white women were kidnapped from all over Europe to serve as pleasure slaves for the men who bought them in the flesh markets along the African Barbary coast.
In my fear of the scene before me, all my teenage sexual fantasies came flooding back. Countless times I had masturbated while imagining myself a female slave in the harem of an Islamic pirate. In my fantasy I always played the part of this woman now before me, naked and on my knees, servicing with mouth and tongue the coal tar penis of a Moorish prince. The scene I was now watching, and the woman in it, however, were quite real. My pussy began to moisten as I matched the vivid pictures I recalled from my own imaginary servitude with the submission of this poor woman to the cock she was raking with her lips.
"Yo Bro, who's the new bitch?" the black man greeted Peter.
"Only a horny yuppie neighbor Harvey," Peter answered. "She likes big cocks so well that I thought I would bring her over to enjoy that big black root of yours."
"Well now my little blond slut," Peter instructed as he yanked on my leash pulling me to my knees, "This Harvey Wright. He's my offensive line coach. We've have been friends for a long time, and we share our women. He just loves a hot white pussy, and today he is going to enjoy yours. It would save a lot of wear and tear on the skin of your backside if you do your damnedest to be the very best piece of white ass he has ever had. Is that clear?"
I nodded understanding, but my mind was struggling with uncertainty. I had never made love to a Negro before, and I was not sure I wanted to now. But, what choice did I have. After all, I was no longer the decent wife of a respected physician. I had become Peter's personal slut, his whore, his erotic plaything. From now on, he would decide when, how, and with whom, I was to have sex.
The big black across the room began to ejaculate into the mouth of the indentured female who continued to suck diligently, emptying the male tube that was pulsing between her lips. I could hear her choke as he grabbed the back of her head to force his enormous member even further down her throat. It took over a full minute before the spasms of his penis ceased and she finished swallowing his load.
As he pulled the abused woman's head off his slick and glistening black shaft, she leaned back on her knees and turned her shoulders to face us. Long streamers of white male jism dripped from her mouth and chin.
"Melanie" she said, startled, her face suddenly drained of color.
"Dottie" I replied, no less surprised than she.
"Hey Bro," the big black asked Peter, "these two from the same ho' house or what?"
"In a way Harvey," Peter answered. "You see, little Melanie here is the stepmother of your bitch. Neither knew the other one was somebody's cock whore. After all, it must be a shock to a spoiled white rich bitch to find her husband's daughter sucking off a nigger. Once Melanie gets a taste of that big black woman tamer of yours tho, I'm certain she will take a less bigoted view of Dottie's choice in dicks. After all, she herself just loves a big cock stretching her tight little yuppie pussy."
Then turning abruptly to me Peter asked, "isn't that right my little slut?" I stammered something non-committal in reply before Peter continued, "Well damn it, why are you still dressed? Harvey isn't going to fuck your worthless honky cunt with all those clothes on. Strip woman, and be quick about it!"
Off over my head came my T-shirt, but still on my knees as I was, it wasn't easy to get my legs out of those ridiculously tight short shorts. Never the less, as quickly as I could, I tugged and pulled until they were off my hips and clear of my feet. My stockings came off right after the shorts. I could roll them down to my ankles before trying to pull them free, and they came off more easily than my shorts. Finally naked except for collar and leash, I looked up at Peter waiting for him to tell me what to do next.
Peter just snapped at me, "don't be looking at me bitch. Today you belong to my pal Harvey. I'm going to be too busy fucking the ass off your step daughter to be bothered with you."
Peter signaled to Dottie, and she quickly came crawling to kneel at his side. Clearly she had been through this before. Me, I wasn't sure what to do. I looked back at Harvey fearfully, hoping for a sign, but the big Negro just sat there staring at my naked body, saying nothing. His two legs the size of tree trunks were still spread and extended, but now the huge black cock that hung down between them seemed flaccid and lifeless. Even soft tho, I was amazed at its size. It was the largest penis I had ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off it. How could I ever fit a donkey cock like that into my mouth or my poor pussy? How could any woman?
"Well come over here sweet white thing," the big black man said to me at last. "Let ol' Harvey introduce you to the dark meat that satisfies. Yo' ain't never had no real cock in you until you've been fucked by a nigger's black jelly roll."
As he spoke he reached down with a hand and began to play with himself. My eyes must have bugged out as I watched him swing it from side to side slapping it against his thighs. "It's a shame yo' already Peter's 'ho 'cause once I stretch yo' pretty little puss, yo' won't never want nothing but a brother's cock in there again."
"Please," I begged his giant who was about to use me to satisfy that amazing penis, "Please, you're too big. You'll kill me with that thing."
"Oh no, sister. It doesn't seem to have harmed Dottie any now has it? Matter o' fact, every time she takes it, she always tells me how much likes it. Begs for it even. Oh, it may hurt for a little while, but not for long. Now crawl between ol' Harvey's legs like a good little white 'ho. Yo' will for sho' do some real hurting if I have to yank yo' worthless lily white ass over here by the hair of yo' head."
There was no choice. On my knees I began my long trip across the room. My leash trailed under me, dragging behind me between my breasts as I crawled.
From behind me I heard Peter give Dottie his brief order to "mount." That slut step daughter of mine was about to sit down on Peter's cock. I was jealous and resentful about that. I had to look! I turned my head just in time to see Dottie lift one leg over Peter's lap, and carefully guide his male member into her descending slit. I heard her catch her breath as she spread her legs wide and let her pussy settle down over that great male pole. A squeal of mixed pain and delight confirmed that her sex had swallowed the full length of Peter's prick.
My concern with Dottie's pleasure faded, however, as I turned back to face what was waiting for me. I was at the feet of this huge big black man whose enormous black body loomed over me like a mountain cliff made of tar. An incredibly big and ugly ebony male sex organ hung down before my eyes. How would I ever cope with anything THAT big?
Timidly I entered the trap between his legs, and as I did so, my black master gabbed my leash and jerked me upward. I fell forward with my nose buried in his chest hair, and my breasts pressed against his massive belly. He held me dangling there like fish on a line for an instant or two before his other hand grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. His head bent to mine, and he kissed me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth. He dropped my leash, its control no longer necessary now that I was caught against his body in the grip of his legs, and with that free hand he reached between my legs to play with my pussy. I was doomed, a naked rag doll on her knees, locked between two powerful thighs, and at the mercy of this ebony giant.
"Now that's better white girl," he told me approvingly. "Let's see if yo' can get ol' Harvey stiff again. Here, let's warm my whanger between yo' tits a little."
His hand in my hair pulled me away momentarily, and reaching between us, he stretched his cock upward by its foreskin so that its length rested in the valley between my breasts. With his 'whanger' in place, he pulled me back against him, locking that ugly tube between my sensitive tit flesh and his body. I looked down and there, right under my chin, was the pee hole of the a swollen cock head staring back at me like an India ink eye.
