Hello, this is a fantasy for those that enjoy interracial sex, incest, blackmail, mature, cuckolding and many other fetishes. Please feel free move on if its not your cup of tea. Please read part 1 for better history and clarity. All are over 18.
Lindsey Branson was ascending the stairs of her beautiful upper middle class suburban home. The home filled with laughter and joy as the party was in full swing. Lindsey was shaking, feeling as though she was moving in slow motion. She was not going to check on her son Steve, as she told her husband Joe. Instead the forty five year old Lindsey was going to meet her blackmailer in her marital bedroom! The powerful Thirty year old black Banker Darius Johnson. With each step she desperately tried to figure a way out. She heard someone shout her name, turning back she saw her Pastor climbing the stairs!
The Rev. William Snow of the Southern Baptist Church where her husband is a Deacon was a stern old fashion preacher.
"Where are you off to Lindsey? I was hoping to get the first dance of the evening?"
Lindsey turned to Pastor Snow and glanced down at her form fitting dress to see if it was still wrinkled where Darius had fondled her firm womanly breast.
"I... I'm going to check on Steve. Please, save me a dance?"
"Of course said the Pastor. Is everything okay? You look pale as a ghost."
"I'm fine thanks Pastor Snow. Just a lot on my mind between the party and kids."
"Why don't you come by the rectory this week and we will have a cup of tea?'
"Thank you Pastor, I would enjoy that."
Lindsey turned and continued up the stairs feeling as though she was between Heaven and Hell. Downstairs her preacher waiting on a dance. Upstairs in her bedroom, Darius was waiting for her and would most certainly expect her forsake her marriage vows!
"It's just a picture, she thought, a lot of people have posed nude. Joe would understand. I was so young. Oh, who am I kidding! My husband the Decon of the church. He would never understand! I can't believe this! All my life I've lived like June Cleaver! And now because I pose nude, a black man expects to fuck me! Oh Lord please help me and please forgive my language!"
She found herself at her bedroom door and leaned against the door and thought, "I can't do this! I've never been with another man ever! And now a southern white woman with a black man in my bedroom! God please take Satan out of bedroom and out of my life! I've got to be strong!" As she began to open the bedroom door.
Lindsey started to close the bedroom door when she heard his dominate voice.
"STOP! Leave it open!" Darius bellowed in his deep voice.
"Are you insane? OPEN, with my family and a houseful of people downstairs! Why?" Lindsey sobbed.
Darius smiled and sat on the marital bed and said, "Tell me no again and I will walk out of this room and you won't hear from me again! Then you can see your naked picture sent to your husband, family, friends, preacher and all over the internet! Are you feeling lucky?... Tell me NO again!"
Tears were gliding down her cheeks as she broke. "I'm... I'm sorry. But please don't do this! I'm begging you! At least not in my husband's bed! Can we please go to the Guest Suite? Please, I beg of you."
Ignoring her he said, "Are you ready to service me?" A sly smile creeping out. Darius had wanted this trophy wife for a long time! This exquisite lady was the perfect southern belle a former debutante from one of the oldest most prominent families in the community. Darius would now break this woman and his ultimate goal to break the entire family
"Oh... my God! I can't, please... don't." Lindsey wept. The beautiful woman looked around the large romantic suite where all three of her children were conceived and realized something unholy was about to take place.
"Strip now!" The big muscular black man ordered!
The trophy wife stood in the middle of the bedroom a tear rolled down her cheek as her trembling hands rose to her neck and started to remove her gold crucifix. "Leave the crucifix and your wedding rings on slut!"
Overwhelmed with shame she began to unbutton her black dress. The buttons went from just atop her breasts to just below her knees where the dress ended. As she unbuttoned, her splendid cleavage came into view and then she froze and said. "I can't, please I'm a respectable married woman!" Lindsey moaned and dropped her hands.
"HOLY SHIT," groaned Lindsey's 19 year old son Steve! As he was passing his parents bedroom on his way downstairs. Frozen in place not believing his eyes!
Darius rose from the bed and moved towards Lindsey. The beautiful Bell sensed he was going to pass her and walk right out the door. "Darius please, please don't go..." her voice cracking.
The monster of man stopped it front of her and looked deep into her eyes. This man a descendant of slaves now had this prim and proper lady a descendant of plantation owners begging him to stay in her marital bedroom!
Darius raised his large hands raised up to the neckline of her dress and slowly and deliberately begin to tear her dress down the front! The satin material ripping easily until the dress hung off her shoulders, exposing an ample amount of cleavage! Leaving the front of the dress fully open!
"Very nice!" remarked Darius as his eyes roamed over the pale skin of her chest and belly with a slight pouch.
"MAMA!" the 19 year old boy muttered under his ragged breath.
Darius turned around and sat on her husband's side of the bed and simply stared at her as though he owned her.
Defeated, Lindsey brought her hands up and slowly slid her dress off her shoulders and it dropped to the floor!
What a vision before her new master. Wearing a black lace underwire push up bra cradling her 34" very full b cup breasts! His eye's traveled down to the matching lace French cut panties. The icing on the cake was the the matching garter belt holding up her thigh high lace topped stockings and two inch delicate pumps. She obviously dressed as a present for her husband later this evening. A prize Darius was only too happy to steal!
