Success For Me And My Young Black Colleague

Success for me and my young Black Colleague

Veronica Fucked by Husband's Trainee

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This story deals with interracial sex, Cuckolding, controlling, and impregnation. Please do not continue if any of these subjects offend you. This is a work of fiction, meant to be enjoyed. Please click back if this does not suit your style. I am not an Ernest Hemingway. It is just another black stud and white wife story. They are free, so don't expect a literary masterpiece. All negative anonymous comments will be deleted.

When I first took the job at Eastside Law Firm, I was fresh out of law school, tenacious and ambitious. That was almost 10 years ago. I worked hard and my hard work paid off and slowly I rose through the ranks within the firm and also acquired substantial wealth. I was able to purchase a townhouse on the eastside and the lawyers token BMW. I married my wife Veronica right out of college. She was a stay at home wife.

We met as freshmen in college. She was 18, brunette and gorgeous. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I asked her out and we dated all through college. After college we were married and I continued to work hard. Veronica acquired the lifestyle of refined social leisure, punctuated by daily visits to the gym and the occasional attempt at cooking.

This story really begins about 3 months ago. I was made junior partner in the firm. As such my role within the firm changed a little. In addition to assignment of the more difficult cases, I was also appointed the task of mentor to one of the new recruits of the firm. Eastside accepted 3new recruits this year. All graduates were from Ivy League schools and all bright and determined.

I was particularly impressed by one of the three. A 23 year old African American called Tyson. He had worked his way out of the ghetto and graduated from Harvard on a full scholarship. The young man was brilliant and also a nice guy and it was he who I really took under my wing.

About two weeks after his arrival at the firm, I was entrusted with a particularly difficult case, and I encouraged Tyson to work through it with me. We spent countless hours together formulating our case, so much time that I think Veronica actually began to feel a little suspicious of all my late nights at the office.

During those hours we found out a lot about one another and became friends. Tyson accompanied me to court on the day the case was heard. We began confidently but as the hearing progressed I could tell we were in trouble. In fact, it was out of sheer desperation that I requested a short pause in

proceeding. Fortunately it was granted. I fell back in my chair and took a deep breath, and then I looked around and shrugged to Tyson who moved forward to speak with me.

He murmured something then pushed a manila envelope into my hands. Surprised, I opened it and saw a neat list of citations and cases complete with summary. I looked more closely and saw quickly the relevance and obscurity of the data. I turned around with a look of astonishment on my face. Tyson was back in his seat. He just smiled and gave me the big "thumbs up."

Needless to say, we won the case. I was ecstatic

afterwards and thanked Tyson profusely. I insisted that he accompany me to my favorite bar for some drinks. When he accepted, I called Veronica to tell her that we had won the case and that I was going out for drinks with the guys from work. She was understanding but added, "Please leave some celebration for me."

Tyson and I stayed in the bar longer than I had planned. We talked a lot but drank little. Eventually I looked at my watch and was shocked to see that it was almost 11.30pm. "Oh shit", I exclaimed, "I've got to get home or Veronica will think I'm dead."

As I had driven Tyson to the bar, I felt obliged to drive him home. He said it didn't really matter but I insisted, I just asked that he come with me to my home first so I could check in with Veronica. It would also give him a chance to meet her.

It was almost midnight when we pulled into my driveway. I led Tyson up the stairs to the front door and then unlocked it and brought him inside. I called Veronica and a few seconds later she came out of the living room into the hallway, dressed only in her black satin lingerie, holding two glasses of champagne. "I thought you were never coming ho..."

Her words were cut off when she saw that I was not alone. She stood there, seemingly confused as whether to run back into the living room or to continue her sentence. The effect was that she just stood there looking at Tyson, and he just stood there looking at her. As my wife stood there revealed and silent in front of Tyson I found myself more than a little excited. I wondered what he was thinking.

I broke the silence. "Veronica, this is Tyson. Tyson, Veronica."

I think Veronica finally realized that there was not much point running.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you."

She gave me a glass of champagne and held out her hand to Tyson who took his eyes of her body long enough to take it in his.

"I didn't expect John to bring company. Please come in."

She gave him the other glass of champagne then turned to lead us into the living room. When she got there she took a short satin robe from a chair and put it on. She asked Tyson to sit. Veronica and I sat on the sofa across from his chair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to impose." Tyson said as he sat in the chair.

"It's OK." I said as Veronica poured herself a drink.

"Veronica, today, this brilliant young lawyer won this year's biggest case."

I then proceeded to relate the day's events to her. Tyson was the hero in my tale although he seemed content to just sit back and let me tell the story.

I think Veronica noticed first that the reason he wasn't saying much was because he was too busy looking at her. She later told me that his eyes never left her, and she was sure he hadn't even heard what I was saying.

She also told me that seeing a black man watch her like that made her feel excited. She also lost interest in my words and found herself returning his gaze. She saw him looking at her toned legs. She told me that she wanted him to see her, to desire her, to touch her. She was looking at him, but imagining the contract of black on her white skin. She imagined his hand on her thigh, his lips on hers, and his blackness inside her. She wondered if the rumors about black men were true.

When she noticed a pause in my story. She turned to me and said, "Now I know why you have been spending so much time with Tyson recently."

She turned back to him and continued, "Don't you think that a little selfish? Young men shouldn't work hard all the time. Don't you agree Tyson? Come over and sit next to us on the sofa, it's easier to talk here."

Tyson looked over at me uncertain what to do, but I was just sitting there with my mouth open. Veronica noticed that his glass was empty. She picked up the bottle of champagne, rose from her chair and walked towards him. He stiffened. She held the bottle in front of him. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Don't you want any more champagne?" She stood in front of him, her back to me. "Tyson has done a big thing for us today, hasn't he dear? I think he deserves some kind of reward."

She unbuttoned her robe and let it fall, and then she took the empty glass from Tyson's hand and placed it on the coffee table. She took his hand and directed it to her ass. Her hand over his she pressed it against her butt. She leant over him and whispered "This white bitch is yours tonight." Then she kissed him. As her lips met his, she pressed against him. Even I could feel her desire. She kissed him deeply and he reciprocated. I saw his other hand on the back of her thigh so black against her white skin.

Eventually she broke the kiss, stepped back and smiled at him. "Come over to the sofa." She cooed, taking his hand in her hers and giving a little tug. He got up and she led him to the sofa. She sat down, me on her left and she pulled him down on her right.

"That's better. Isn't this better honey?" She turned to

me but I didn't know what to say. I looked at my wife sitting between me and Tyson, wearing only her bra and panties. I saw Tyson, so dark next to her, unable to take his eyes off her body. I watched as his black hand came down on her knee and traced a path up her thigh. I watched and I couldn't stop them. I didn't want to stop them. I didn't want anything to stop them.

Veronica turned away as she felt Tyson's hand on her leg. "Good." She said. "There's no need to be shy." Their lips met again and then she pulled away. She turned back towards me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. Tyson's hand had found its way over her waist and was cupped around her left breast.

"Where are your manners, dear? Tyson is our guest we should try to make sure he feels comfortable in our home." She took my hands in hers and placed them on her back. "Take it off for him. I'm going to fuck him tonight."

Obediently I undid the clasp on her bra and helped her slip her arms out. She sat before him and I felt myself growing harder and harder. His hands went to her breasts and they kissed again. I felt like my pants were going to explode. Veronica and Tyson seemed to have forgotten that I was there so I took the chance to slip off the sofa. As I move around to Tyson's old seat I saw that Veronica had managed to unbuckle his belt and was pulling down his zipper. She reached inside and touched his manhood.

"Oh my God, it's so BIG!" She broke the kiss and looked down as she extracted his cock from his pants. "It's so big."

She got off the sofa and knelt on the floor at his feet.

She leant over him and resting her elbows on his knees she buried her head in his lap. For a moment I couldn't move as I watched my white wife kneeling at the feet of that young black man, her head bobbing up and down. Then overcome by my own desire to see just what he was giving her, I left my chair and moved around the coffee table to their side. Tyson was lying back on the sofa, his legs

apart, Veronica was kneeling between his legs taking as much of his black cock into her mouth as she could.

She sensed my presence and for my benefit allowed her mouth to release Tyson's cock. I found myself looking at almost 10 inches of black cock. She turned to me and smiled, her eyes never left mine as she placed her hand on the head of his cock and slowly traced his shaft down to the base. I watched hypnotized as her hand moved up and down.

"How do you feel, honey? Does it make you jealous that I'm going to service this young black man? Or are you too turned on to be jealous?"

Veronica had noticed the bulge in my pants. She reached out towards me, pulled down my zipper and brought out my hard 6 inches. She stroked me and said "Don't worry we'll let you watch everything" I looked up and saw that Tyson was watching us. His right hand came down on the back of Veronica's head and she didn't resist as he pushed her mouth down onto his cock again. She released my cock and looked up at him as he pressed her head down against his manhood. My hand went to my own cock. I stroked myself as I watched their show. I was unable to look away. Tyson looked across at me and smiled.

He released my wife's head and she took his huge cock from mouth. She bent down and took off his shoes and sock and handed them to me, then with some difficulty managed to take off his pants and underwear. I picked them up off the floor and watched as she stood between his legs and removed his tie and shirt. She held them out to me, but it took a while and an impatient cluck of her tongue before I registered.

The sight of my wife standing before my young black colleague, her white skin so well demarcated by his blackness which seemed to almost merge with that of the sofa, his huge ebony rod straining toward her separated from her pussy by only her thin black panties. I felt afraid but terribly excited. I accepted his clothes and watched as Veronica took his hands in hers and placed them on her hips.

She hooked his thumbs over the elastic of her pants and slowly moved her hips from side to side as his hands moved down her legs, taking her last barrier with them.

Her panties hit the floor and she stepped out of them. She knelt up on the sofa, straddling his legs. She looked down at the great black phallus pointing directly at its goal, only millimeters away from her opening. She looked across at me, my hand on my cock, and she smiled. Then she looked down at Tyson and met his kiss.

She was poised over him. I saw her kissing him, her hair falling over his black shoulders. I saw her white breasts hanging forward, then suddenly touching his black chest as she pressed her body against him. I saw the space between them grow smaller and my eyes were drawn down as I heard Veronica give a slight gasp. I saw Tyson's big, black cock touching her, pressing against her. Veronica responded by pressing her hips forward against it.

She started up a gentle rocking motion with her hips and then reached below and wrapped her small white hand around it. She looked across at me as she guided his cock toward its goal. Her eyes were locked on mine as it found her opening, as she slowly pressed down on it. Then she cried out and her gaze was torn away as she allowed Tyson inside her.

Tyson was kissing her breasts. I watched as his black hands suddenly appeared on her ass. He gripped her tightly and pulled her down onto his pole.

"Oh Tyson Oh baby!" she screamed, in pain or in pleasure, I wasn't sure, but she didn't stop. Veronica leaned forward to kiss him continuing her own rocking action, more eager now. His hands were still wrapped around her ass and she drove herself down upon him, giving little gasps in time with her hip movements. I saw her look down, to see his black rod as it entered her. I followed her gaze. I could still see about 4 inches of shaft outside of her. I watched as she thrust forward on him urging him inside her, deeper and deeper. Slowly his cock disappeared inside her she looked across at me then up towards him.

"You're inside me," She whispered, "You're black meat is inside me."

She looked over at me and she slowly raised her body. I watched as inch by inch of his cock reappeared below her, now shiny and wet. Slowly she sank down on it allowing it to enter her again.

"Isn't it beautiful, honey? I can feel him inside me. He is so deep, deeper than you have ever been. I can feel him stretching me and I can feel myself accommodating him. Soon he will fuck me, I want him to fuck me, and I want you to watch. I want you to watch as your junior fucks your wife, as his big black cock pounds and reshapes me. I want you to watch as a black man puts his seed inside me."

I could only nod dumbly as she continued her slow rhythm on his cock. She smiled again and then turned her attention back toward Tyson. "Fuck me. Fuck your white slut. Show your boss what you're going to do to his wife."

Perhaps that was the cue Tyson was waiting for, he looked across at me, his black hands gripped her butt more tightly and he pulled her down forcibly as his black rod drove deep inside her. To me it was almost like slow-motion, I only half heard my wife's yelps and screams as I watched her bounce up and down astride him.

His cock seemed so huge and so black beneath her. He pulled her up and I saw 6 inches, then none as their hips came together, then 5 inches, then none, then 7 inches Her hands were on his shoulders, her back arched and her hair moved in time with her body.

He thrust into her and held her against him. She groaned and he flipped her sideways, rolling with her so as not to break their connection. Veronica found herself lying on her back on the sofa with Tyson on top of her. "Oooooooh!" she screamed as his weight fucked his cock even deeper inside her.

"It's completely filling me! Oh, my God! Fuck me. FUCK ME!"

I had moved around for a better view. Veronica had her hands on his butt, her legs were wrapped around his waist urging him in deeper. I stood fixated for a moment on the contrast of white on black, and then was brought back to reality by Veronica's squeals. Tyson was literally pounding her from above. He brought his face down against hers, the kiss serving to silence her screams as he fucked her.

From my position behind them I found myself unable to look away from the sight of his black cock ravaging my wife. I was hypnotized by the black snake which was breaking in its new home inside my wife. I watched as it disappeared into her then reappeared from inside her, more confident and comfortable with each entry. I almost felt like it was smiling at me. I watched as the snake moved faster and faster inside my wife.

Then suddenly the snake didn't come out at all. I saw Tyson's black ass gripped by my wife's white hands. His pelvis was tight against hers and his scrotum rested on her butt, transmitting short jerky pulses which emanated from the base of his cock.

It was then that I knew he was depositing his baby making seed in her. Veronica's grip on his butt tightened and her legs pulled him closer to her. I saw her hips making soft circular movements, trying to milk his cock.

I heard her soft voice, "its coming. I can feel it. OMG, it's so hot. It's so deep inside me. Come on baby. Fill me with your cum."

She took a handoff his butt and used it to bring his head down to hers. She kissed him on the lips and I heard her whisper, "Stay with me tonight. You feel so perfect inside me. Those parts of my body belong to you. Take what you want from me, anytime you want."

She seemed to notice my movement from behind them and she continued, "John understands. Today you helped John and I know we both want to thank you. Friends share and friends trust. I'm sure John won't mind sharing his wife with you."

She looked toward me, "He's so big, honey. He's so

strong. He's inside me so deep, and oh God, my body's filled with his seed. It turns you on to see him fuck me doesn't it?" She waited for an answer.

What could I say standing there with my throbbing cock in my hand? I just nodded.

"You won't mind sharing me with him, will you? You don't mind if this young, black man has free access to my body will you?"

"If he touches me when he wants to? If he fucks me when he wants to? You don't mind if he stays in our house and sleeps in our bed will you? Tyson needs to become a part of us, our family right?"

I looked down at Tyson with his magnificent glistening black body resting on top of my wife's body. I knew I didn't have a choice. I put my hand on his firm ass and said, "Yes honey, you and Tyson will be more comfortable in the bedroom."

Tyson looked up and laughed "Now THAT'S a good idea."

I helped him get up off my wife. I watched as he coaxed his black snake out of its lair. Veronica was watching too as it pulled out of her. We both found ourselves watching it hanging in front of Tyson as he stood. Soft and sinuous framed by its dark seed-containing scrotum.

I helped Veronica up and she moved to him. Her hand went to his waist and his went to her butt. They went into the bedroom. I slept on the sofa as Tyson fucked my wife throughout the night and again in the morning.

My wife could not get enough of Tyson's big black cock. Tyson fucked my wife several times a week until he moved in with us and then he fucked my wife every night. Three months later she was pregnant. I was hoping it was my child. Nine months later she gave birth to a baby boy. Yes, he is black.