It is my first story. I hope you like it.
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Wedding photos of the marriage between M r. Nick Summer and Ms. Crystal Sharman. The 22 year old bride in the pictures looked very pretty with her long silky brown hair, appearing to be such so much in love with the handsome groom as she exchanged vows with him.
If anyone in the church would even contemplate that the elegant young bride had lost her virginity just a couple of weeks prior to her wedding day, no one in their right mind would speculate that the groom-to-be hadn't been the one getting to do the deed, that he had managed to cop her precious cherry a bit prematurely.
But her withering about the bed, with a big black stud atop of her, fucking her... such was just unthinkable, except for a depraved mind! Depraved mind of Dr. Angeline Trèsor.
Dr. Angeline Trèsor is a marriage counselor married to Pastor Richard Norton; she keeps a secret, a dark secret. She learned to combine certain potions and spells Haitians with hypnosis.
She hates the United States and the dominant white race. She believes that the best way to harm whites is blackening their wives, girlfriends and daughters. "One at a time, maybe the way is slow but pleasant" she thinks.
In a hypnotic state, Crystal revealed that she had been awarded an all expense trip by her employer to attend a business conference in Baltimore just two weeks prior to her wedding date.
The lovely bride to be, the most highly regarded health visitor lab where she worked, felt so honored to be the one selected to attend the conference.The only drawback for her was that it was just two weeks prior to the wedding date. But she would have to just make sure everything was taken care of prior to and after that conference weekend.
From that point on, she was asked "Honey, have you had sex with the groom or another man?"
She replied "No, of course not".
Then Dr. Trèsor began questioning:
"Q: Are you virgin?
A: Yes.
Q: Have you've shaken a man's dick?
A: No.
Q: Have you suck off a man's dick?
A: I don't know what you mean.
Q: Had you have fellatio and swallow man semen?
A: No, this is a filthy thing".
The questions continued:
Q: What do you think about black men are well endowed?
A: I don`t know.
Q: What do you believe?
A: I think is a myth, all men are created equal. Besides, the most important is love not the size of their penises.
Q: Do you know a black man?
A: Yes! I meet two black women and only one black man. I salute all of them, but no more than that.
Q: What's the name of that black man?
A: Darius, I don't know his last name, he is a handy man.
In the night, Crystal was using her laptop when she somehow stumbling upon a naughty website called interracialhookups.com, Crystal couldn't help but to keep looking at all the black men in there, profiles describing these big muscular black men with all of them wanting to bed white women... many describing his desire to 'blackened' some white boy's trophy wife or girlfriend or to show a white bitch what fucking was all about.
She'd look at the photos of various black men, read what they liked about or wanted to do to white women, then Crystal would imagine herself being with that man and having him do as he desired with her.
Some of the comments made in the profiles were rather crude, as some examples read such as: "Nothing better than having a beautiful white bitch down on her knees sucking my big black cock!" "I love hearing a white bitch scream when I'm shoving my cock up that tight little ass of hers!" "I just love seeing the fear in her eyes when she realized how big I am when I am stretching out that tight little pussy of hers!" "I just love it when a bitch changes her mind because she's scared of taking my fat cock up her cunny!"
And at the bottom of many a profile on the site, Crystal would click on the link taking her to more photos provided of that member, photos that were much more explicit and definitely X-rated.
Crystal often found herself sucking in her breath at the sight of such photos, many of which were quite gross, like that of the bastard holding that humongous monstrosity in his hand some jutting straight up in the air and some just hanging curved over his fist like a sausage! Her mouth would water at those pictures, with Kristin wondering "Can I get my lips open wide enough for it to fit in my mouth?"
In scrolling through the many profiles of black men, Krystal stopped at the sight of one man who was taking off his shirt, that of a Tyrone 'the torpedo' Turner. From the photograph, Mr. Turner appeared to be in the mid-30, very muscular and also quite handsome.
He is a professional football player of the Baltimore Ravens. Crystal clicked on the image and sending a "hook up request". Crystal thought, 'What am I doing? I just arrange to meet an unknown man, a black man unknown in Baltimore across the country. Why?'
For Crystal's preparation for the big event, Doctor Trèsor implanted hypnotic suggestions implanted deep in her mind as she was made to gaze up of the picture images of Tyrone 'the torpedo' Turner.
Doctor Trèsor was a master at her profession, telling the hypnotized beauty that "The image of 'torpedo' Turner will be in your mind constantly from now! You will dream of him at night, think about him during the day, and fantasize as to what this big black hulk of a man would do to you if given the chance! And you shall be giving him that chance at the conference!"
With more hypnotic suggestions implanted deep in her brain, Crystal would not be spending much time at all in her hotel room, for she would instead be sharing the king-sized bed in 'torpedo' Turner's plush suite.
As Tyrone 'the torpedo' Turner was nationally known and quite prominent, the good player didn't want any chance of a repercussion with an accusation of rape, thus wanting the way paved the entire way for him.
That was fine with Dr. Trèsor, for it would be even better for the beautiful bride-to-be to wonder 'Why did I let that happen? Why did I go with Mr. Turner up to his suite? Why did I let him kiss me? Why did I let him undress me? Let him take me to bed? Allow him to have sex with me? Even giving him my virginity? And worst, I didn't even insist that he use any protection? How could I have been so sexually promiscuous with a man I just met? Allowing a black man to have sex with me? Taking his penis into my mouth? Letting him do his thing in my mouth? Letting him sodomize me? And to think that I enjoyed it all?'
Checking in at the Marriott Hotel, Crystal was surprised to receive the note waiting for her from Tyrone Turner that asked for her to join him for dinner at 6:30 up at the 'Grille' restaurant.
Going up to her room, Crystal showered and put on an elegant black dress and 3" heels before go to the restaurant.
In seeing the big man smiling and waiting for her at the booth, it seemed as if something clicked in her mind and she began to tremble as moved towards the booth.
A moment later, Crystal was panting nervously as she allowed the strange man to take her hand in his, then he continued to hold her hand.
Under the table, Turner's large hand was on her bare knee and sliding up under the hem of her dress. Yet she did nothing as the calloused hand caressed her inner thigh and the thick fingers were gently rubbing up and down the front of her panties.
And she didn't put up any resistance when his thick finger slipped under the leg band and was parting the entrance of her vagina. Deep in her mind, Crystal knew this was all wrong, that she shouldn't let this strange man take such advances with her.
But her hand now had a will of its own; moving onto Mr. Turner's thigh, moving up till her fingers went up over the large bulge, squeezing down upon it to feel it throb under her palm.
A bit over an hour later, up in Tyrone Turner's plush suite, Crystal moaned "Oh, Mr. Turner, you shouldn't touch me like that... ohhhh, but it feels so good! Ohhhh, Mr. Turner... I can't... I shouldn't... I shouldn't... I'm getting married in two weeks!"
Moments later, with her black dress puddle around her heels, as her lacy black bra was being undone, Crystal panted "Oh, Mr. Turner... ohhhh... ohhhh, you shouldn't be touching me like that... oh, but it feels so gooooodddd... ohhhh, touch me!" Large hands cupping her bare breasts, nipples being thumbed, Crystal trembled with nervousness when the black man told her "I'm gonna make you a woman tonight, Crystal!'
In the middle of the large king-sized bed, Crystal was now embracing another man other than her fiancé for the very first time in her life.
Also she was totally naked for the very first time while with a male, for never had she allowed such liberties to the man she would soon marry, telling him that he'd just have to wait till the night of their wedding in order to sample her charms.
"Ohhhh, Mr. Turner, what are you doing?" she panted out as man had pushed her legs wide and had his face nuzzling in her silky fleece and tongue licking at the entrance of her vagina.
"Oh... ohhhh... ohhhh... ohhhh... oh, Mr. Turneeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!" she moaned, arching up into the man's face as her very first climax overtook her.
Then Mr. Turner was atop of her, adjusting his manhood into place, but there was no resistance on Crystal's part as she merely panted out for him to "Please... please be gentle... please... I'm a virgin!" And then she cried out "Ohhhh... owwww... oh, God... it hurts... it hurtssss! Ohhhh!"
And then Mr. Turner was buried deep within her as Crystal crossed her arms and legs over her black lover.
The man she had just met had indeed made a woman of her, taken her precious virginity and deprived her fiancé the honor that had been promised to him for so long, just a mere two weeks prior to their marriage.
Flying out of Baltimore as she headed back home, when the flight attendant stood in the aisle and began giving the routine demonstrating on putting on a life vest, her mind suddenly cleared and reality set back in as to the horrors at what she had allowed to happen.
'How could I allow such a thing to happen? My God, how could I let that happen? I only met the man over dinner! Then I was letting him touch me, places where I never even allowed Rick! I went up to his suite, never made a fuss, and then allowed him to have sex with me! I even gave him my virginity! My God, how can I ever face Nick again?'
Throughout the flight, Crystal played back all the unbelievable events, the numerous times she had sex with Tyrone 'the torpedo' Turner and doing such unspeakable sex acts with the man. She shuddered upon recalling how she had clenched the bedspread so tightly, biting down hard into the fabric in her attempt to keep from screaming when he butt fucked her that very first time.
Back at the office of Dr. Trèsor, Crystal was questioned
Q: How many times did the torpedo fuck your tight little pussy that weekend, sweetie?
A: (after a bit of a pause as her mind reflected back) Six!
Q: Did the torpedo use a condom at all?
A: No, never!
Q: Did he sodomize you? Butt fucks you?
