Marsha and Anthony

This story is about an older white woman and a younger black man.

It includes different sexual activities and submission.

If that's not your thing, you should probably go elsewhere.

A few days after the role play, Anthony asked Marsha to go to dinner and drinks. Although he could never convince her to dress like a slut when they went out in public, she could still turn heads when she walked into a restaurant or bar. She always wore a mid thigh length skirt or dress and her blouses were tight without being too risqué.

He took her to a nice restaurant and Anthony asked her, "So far you've lost two of our role plays, are you going to give up or will you want to try another? Each time you lose to me, I abuse you a little more, so I'm getting the feeling that you must like the abuse."

She smiled at him and said, "Hmmmm. Only when you're the one abusing me, lover."

"Well, let me know if you ever want to try again."

"OK, she said. How about next Saturday night? I think I can finally make you submit to me this time." He nodded and they finished their dinner and left for the bar. They found a table in a dark corner of the bar and Anthony walked to the bar to get their drinks.

"Hey! There's Fat Tony. How the hell have you been Fat Tony?" Anthony cringed at the name some of the other guys used to call him in high school. As he turned, he saw Lenny and Devon walking up to him. He remembered that these were two of the ass holes that used to tease and harass him the entire time he was in high school. Devon was a big strong black man and Lenny was just as tall , but much skinnier. He smiled and nodded at them as Devon continued, "What the fuck you been up to all this time? I heard you were in jail. Did you come in here looking for a job?"

Anthony looked down and shook his head no. Devon said, "Because I work here as a bouncer and we ain't hiring. Especially someone as big and fat as you Fat Tony."

"No fellas. I'm not looking for a job. I have a job."

"Ha, I'll bet. What are you doing? Stealing purses from little old ladies?" Devon and Lenny both laughed.y

"No. I'm a carpenter and I work for a local building contractor. So how have you guys been?"

Lenny laughed and said, "You ain't no carpenter you ugly fat fuck. You're probably living off the government and pounding your pud every night." They both laughed again."

Devon said, "Yeah. Are you still a virgin, Fat Boy?" Anthony slowly shook his head and Devon continued, "So if you're not still a virgin, that makes me wonder if you think fucking a blow up doll counts. Is that what you're fucking or have you resorted to hookers, animals and fruit?" They both broke out laughing at him again.

Anthony said, "Good seeing you fellas again. Let me buy you a drink." He turned and ordered beers for he and Marsha. Lenny and Devon didn't say anything so he turned and carried the drinks to his table.

When he got to the table, Marsha could tell that he was upset. "What's the matter, Baby?"

"Ah, nothing. I just ran in to some old classmates at the bar and they . . . "

"Hey Fat Tony. Is this your blow up doll?" Lenny and Devon had followed a few steps behind Anthony. They couldn't see who he was with, but they could see the back of someone's head at the table.

As they walked to the other side of the table, Anthony stuttered, "Uh, uh, well . . . "

"Holy shit, it's Mrs. Gibson," Lenny exclaimed. "Mrs. Gibson, what are you doing here with Fat Tony?"

She looked at Anthony and said, "Was that your nickname in high school? I never heard it before."

Anthony was looking down at the table top and she could tell that he was embarrassed. Lenny repeated, "What are you doing here Mrs. Gibson?"

She smiled at both Lenny and Devon and said, "Anthony brought me here for a drink."

Anthony's two adversaries looked at each other and said, "But you hated him."

She smiled at them and said, "Yes, you're right, but Anthony showed me the error of my ways. He rebuilt my porch for me. Did you guys know he was a carpenter?"

The two young men looked at each other with puzzled expressions on their faces. "Uh. Yeah, that's what he, uh, that's what he said."

Anthony leaned over and whispered to Marsha, "Maybe we should leave."

She whispered back, "We could leave or you could just tell them that I'm your girl."

He looked shocked, "You wouldn't care?" She shook her head no. "Are you sure?" She nodded.

Marsha said, "I'm going to the restroom, fellas. I'll be right back. Play nice."

As she was walking away, all three of them watched her sexy ass and her great legs. After she left, Lenny asked, "What are you really doing here with Mrs. Gibson Fat Tony?"

Anthony grinned and said, "Actually we've been seeing each other for a while. This is kind of like a date." Lenny and Devon both broke out in hysterics. "I'm serious, fellas. We've been seeing each other for a while. Honest."

They both laughed again and then Devon said, "That will be the day when you get a date with a hot MILF like Mrs. Gibson. Next, you'll try to convince us that you've fucked her." They both laughed again.

"He has," Marsha said as she slid back into the seat.

"Wha-what did you say?" Devon asked.

"You asked him if he's had sex with me, but you used a different word, right?" They both nodded. "Well, we have had sex, quite a few times."

The young men looked at each other with shocked looks on their faces. Lenny asked, "You've had sex with Fat Tony, Mrs. Gibson?"

She smiled a big smile at them and said, "Yes I have. Actually I asked him if I could be his girlfriend, or woman or whatever is the appropriate term these days. Anyway, he said he would think about it and let me know."

"He said he would let you know?" They both looked at Anthony like he was a complete idiot for not taking her up on her offer right away.

She said to them, "If you're his friends, maybe you could help him to make up his mind." Anthony was having trouble keeping a straight face.

They looked at Anthony and Devon asked incredulously, "Are you seriously having to consider her offer, you stupid fuck?"

Anthony smiled and, as he put his arm around his woman and she leaned in to him, he said, "There was no considering it at all. I took her up on it right away."

The two young men shook their heads and wandered back to the bar. Anthony said, "Are you sure you didn't mind bailing me out like that? Now they'll all know that we're seeing each other. And even worse for your reputation, they'll all know that we're had sex."

She smiled and pulled his head down for a kiss. She said, "I'd fuck you right here on this table if it would help you in front of your friends. On the other hand, I appreciate you not calling me a bitch in front of them because I'll probably have Lenny's little brother in school this year."

He whispered, "As long as you know that you are my bitch, I don't have to keep reminding you, do I?"

She smiled and said, "I know I'm your bitch and no, you don't need to keep reminding me, lover."

They had a couple of drinks and noticed that Devon and Lenny periodically looked over at them during the evening. When they got up to leave, Marsha said, "You need to show your friends that you own me on the way out."

As they walked towards the door, Anthony put his hand in the middle of her ass and squeezed possessively. She put her arm around him and leaned her head on his shoulder. When they reached the door, he grabbed her hand and led her from the bar.

"Holy fuck! Can you believe the hottest MILF from high school is fucking Fat Tony?" Devon asked. "It just don't seem fair.

Lenny laughed and said, "For as much shit as we gave him in school, if anyone deserves it, he probably does. But damn, it's hard to believe. I wouldn't mind tapping that hot white pussy myself. I wonder if he'd share. Man I'd love to pound that bitch's cunt and blow my load across them sexy lips."

"Stop it man, you're giving me a boner," Lenny said. "I would fuck her in a heartbeat. What she could possibly see in that big ugly fat fucker, I have no idea. And not only doe he have one of the hottest women I've ever seen, it sounds like he's got a decent job too. I figured when he went to jail that the state would be supporting him his whole life."

"Yea, me too," Devon said.

When Anthony and Marsha reached his pickup truck, she asked, "Will you let me suck your cock on the way home? Please?" And he did.

The following Friday, Anthony spent the night and banged her three times before falling asleep. Two loads went into her pussy and one into her ass, but she cleaned his cock after each one. They fell asleep with Marsha draped across her lover's big body.

Later that afternoon, Anthony said, "Well, I'm ready for you to try again with your little role playing. What do you want me to do?"

She had him strip and lie on the bed spread eagle. She tied his arms and legs apart and the looked down at him. She smirked at him and said, "Just tell me when you've had enough, lover."

She spent the next 30 minutes using a feather and her fingernails to lightly move over his entire body. She had never seen his erection bigger. He was trying to concentrate on anything else so he wouldn't blow his load early. She slowly kissed his body from his neck to his toes and then licked and sucked each toe. Then she worked her way back up his legs and lightly licked his balls.

"Oh shit," he thought. "I'm never going to last. This bitch has my number this time."

She pulled his big black balls into her mouth and sucked on them. She licked the length of his cock and put t into her mouth. Then he kissed his massive stomach and started nibbling on his nipples while jacking his cock. As she looked up into his eyes, she whispered, "I love you Anthony." And that's all it took. He blew his load over her hand and his stomach, and Marsha worked her way down his body and licked all his cum from her hand and his stomach. She saw that he was covered in sweat so she licked the sweat on his chest and stomach.

As she finally stood up and looked at the clock, she realized that she had been working on her lover's massive body for almost two hours.

He said, "Well, it looks like you finally . . . "

She put her finger on his lips and whispered, "Shhhh. I'm going to get a beer. Would you like one?" He nodded.

When she came back into the room she held both ice cold bottles against his cock and balls. "Aaagggh," he yelled. "I'll get you for that," as she laughed at him.

She drank her beer and held his for him so he could drink it. Every once in a while she would grab and jerk his cock. While they were taking a break, she got him another beer and gave it to him.

"When are you going to let me up?" He asked.

"I'm not finished with you, stud."

"I am really going to make you pay for this, bitch."

She smiled and jerked his cock until it was hard again. She unfastened one of his legs and lifted it up in the air. She slid down and put his leg over her shoulder and moved her face between his two massive ass cheeks. She licked around his ass hole and then shoved her tongue deep into his ass. He had a raging hard on and knew that he wouldn't last too long if she continued her attack on his ass. She rimmed and poked her tongue into his ass and then moved to his balls and cock. Finally she mounted his cock and rode him as hard as she could until he shot his load into her wanton pussy. When she colaapsed onto his chest, she again licked the sweat from his chest.

Finally when they had both regained their breath, she moved up and kissed his lips. "I win this time, lover."

He smiled and said, "You better keep me tied up all night because if you don't you're going to pay for this with whatever self respect you have left."

"Ha! What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

He grinned at her and said, "If you let me up tonight, I'm going to turn you into a wanton whore. You'll have no self respect left when I finish abusing you tonight. You will belong completely to me."

"Hmmm. Sounds interesting, Anthony. But you've already had me do more things than I ever even heard of so I don't know what else you could do to me. Besides, you don't scare me." She reached down and untied him. Within a minute, she was the one tied spread eagle on the bed.

"Now comes my fun, bitch," he said.

"Ooooh, I'm really scared, lover. Do your best."

The candle wax he dripped on her nipples made her scream. Then he put the nipple clamps on and she screamed again. The clamps were connected by a chain and he spent a few minutes pulling on the chain making her moan and cry. He knew she had climaxed at least twice so far.

He looked at her and gloated, "I haven't even touched your slutty cunt and you're already cum twice, haven't you, slut?" She nodded her head. He tugged on the chain again and she screamed and was on the verge of coming again. He walked to the other room and returned with a 12 inch dildo and a big vibrator. Her eyes got big when she saw them and he leaned over her and said," I'm going to use both of these on you at the same time until you pass out. Understand, slut?" Although she wasn't afraid, she was a little nervous when she nodded.

It took Anthony almost 40 minutes working on her body with the clamps, vibrator and dildo before she passed out from exhaustion. Both of them had lost count of the number of her orgasms. Marsha thought it was one long orgasm.

While she was out, he carried her sweaty and used body to the kitchen and tied her over the table. Her feet were on the floor and her stomach was on the table and her arms attached to the other side. When she came around, she mumbled, "Wha-what . . . where am . . . "

"Shut up slut," he demanded. "Tell me what you are."

"I-I'm your sl-slut. I-I'm your bitch." She felt the whip across her ass. "Owww!" It hit her again. "Oww! St-stop it. I-I belong to you Anthony." She felt the whip again. "I'm s-sorry sir. I meant I belong to y-you sir. Mr. J-Jones. I'm your slut."

He slid the dildo back into her wet pussy. "Aaaarrrgh! Oh Anthon . . . M-Mr. Jones. Ahhh!"

He pounded the plastic cock in and out of her pussy as she humped back on it and moaned and screamed. While he was pounding her pussy, he was using his other hand to lube her ass hole. He suddenly slid the big plastic cock from her pussy and rammed it into her ass.

"Oh fuck," she screamed. "Aaahhhh! Oh Mr. Jones, use m-me. I'm y-yours, Aarrgh!"

"You're a whore, Marsha," he said to her as he pounded her ass with the plastic cock. "You're nothing but a whore. Do you understand?"

"Oh. Ahhh, yessss! I-I underst-stand, s-sir. I'm a whore."

He grinned an evil grin as he lifted another dildo and slowly inserted it into her pussy. She was screaming like a banshee as he slowly inserted the second dildo into her abused white body. Eventually she stopped screaming and worked her beautiful ass back and forth as he pushed the dildos in and out of her pussy and ass hole.

He said to her, "Are you coming like the whore you are?"

"Yesss. Yess. I'm a wh-whore. I'm coming like a whore, sir. I-I'm your whore. Aaarggh!"

After her next climax, she tried to tell him that she needed to use the bathroom, but he told her to shut up. He continued pounding her holes with the dildos, and eventually Marsha couldn't hold it any longer and pissed all over the dildo, the floor and her legs. He pulled the dildo from her pussy and stepped to the side and held it to her mouth. Without a second thought, the whore opened her mouth and accepted the piss covered dildo.

He removed the dildo from her mouth and stooped and rolled it through the piss on the floor and put it back into her mouth. She cleaned it a second time. As he slid it back into her pussy, he removed the one from her ass and offered it to her mouth. She immediately opened her mouth and accepted it. After cleaning it, it was shoved back into her ass. He let go of the dildo in her ass when it was shoved all the way in. He reached down and grabbed her hair and lifted her head so she was looking at him. She had tears on her beautiful face as she looked up at him smiling down at her.

She struggled to say, "I'm your whore Mr. Jones. I am just a worthless whore, but I hope you will keep me as your whore. I love you, and I belong to you." He grinned and dropped her head back to the table.

He walked behind her and pulled the dildo from her ass and replaced it with his cock. He pounded her ass as hard as he could slamming her defenseless body against the table and hearing her grunt and moan. After he blew his load into her ass, he walked around the table and had her clean his cock before getting a spoon and spooning the cum from her ass and feeding it to her.

Eventually Marsha passed out again. Anthony untied her and carried her to the bathroom and laid her into the tub. He walked back to the kitchen for another beer and when he returned, she was starting to come around. He looked down at her grabbed his cock and said, "Open your mouth whore."

She did as he instructed her and he began pissing all over her beautiful white body. After pissing in her face, he aimed his stream at her mouth and demanded that she swallow his piss. Without hesitation, she did as he told her. Since he had been drinking all night, he pissed quite a lot. When he had finished, he turned around, bent over and said, "I want to see your white face buried between my black ass cheeks licking my ass hole. Now slut!"

She shoved her face between his cheeks and her tongue deep into his ass. After about ten minutes, he simply walked away saying, "I'm done with you, slut. You're nothing but a trashy whore."

Anthony walked from the room, put his clothes on and went back to the kitchen for a beer before sitting in the living room. Marsha laid in the tub for quite a while thinking about the abuse that she had just taken at the hands of a young black man that she had hated for years. He had changed her to a cheap black cock whore. She went from hating him to loving and needing him.

She slowly stood up and showered and brushed her teeth. She wrapped a towel around her and slowly walked out to the living room. Anthony smiled at her and she walked over and sat on the floor at his feet. He ran his fingers through her hair.

She kept her head down, but lifted her eyes to look at him. "You were right, sir. I am nothing but a wanton whore for you. I don't have much self respect left after you showed that you completely own me. I still love you, but I can certainly understand if you have no respect for me and just want to use me as a whore."

He wasn't ready to let her off yet, so he said, "So if I decide to invite some of my friends over and whore you out to them, you'll be OK with that??"

She couldn't meet his eyes when she slowly nodded her head. She whispered, "I wouldn't like it, but I would do it for you, sir."

He smiled down at his completely broken ex-nemesis. Who would have thought he could have made this highly respected hot older white woman into a wanton whore, who not only loved him, but would submit herself to anything he dreamed up.

He reached down and pulled her to her feet. He unfastened and dropped her towel to the floor. She smirked at him and at his inane ability to keep her naked. He lifted her face to look at him and said, "I wouldn't share you with anyone. I love you too Marsha. I just want you to understand that, even though we once were enemies, you now belong to me." She began nodding. "I can use your body in any way I want." She continued nodding. "When I want my whore, you'll be there."

She continued nodding and said, "Anytime, Honey. I will be your whore any time. Or all the time."

He shook his head. "Not all the time. In school, you're Mrs. Gibson. When we're out, it's Marsha or Babe. But here at home, you're my slut. You're just my black cock whore. " She eagerly nodded her head and threw her arms around him.