Black and White              by: Lucy Lou

 

Part Three

The car pulled into a secluded driveway, and within a few seconds had ground to a smooth halt. Tyrone leapt out of the door, opened by the chauffeur, and was followed by the pretty blonde wife, dressed in her slutty clothes.

Tyrone strode up to the front door and opened it – ushering Lisa inside. The chauffeur, meanwhile, unpacked the bags and took them upstairs to the second bedroom, reserved for new recruits. It would be a short time only before Lisa stayed here and everything was already in place.

Tyrone sat on the couch and told Lisa to get a beer for him to drink, pointing her in the direction of the cabinet in the corner of the room. She promptly walked over, removed a beer, opened it and strutted back over to him, handing him the cool beer. He then told her to go up to her room, and change into another outfit, as he was bored with the one she was wearing at present. He instructed her to wear panties and a bra, as a special request. Lisa was shown to her room by the chauffeur, who then joined Tyrone downstairs.

Tyrone, meanwhile, was busy setting up the video camera behind the large mirror in the front room. He told the chauffeur everything was set, and sat back down on the couch, sipping his cold beer. The chauffeur disappeared into the library in order to direct the camera – zooming in when necessary and to adjust the focus – via the highly technical control panel.

About twenty minutes later, Lisa strolled down the stairs. She wore a pink latex mini-skirt that clung to her ass almost as if it sprayed on, with a very small and extremely tight white leather mini-jacket, buttoned only as far as her cleavage would allow. Under her skirt, she wore a pair of pink fishnet stockings and a matching bra and crotchless panty set in pink silk. The bra was a half-cup – which acted more like a shelf for her wobbling breasts. Her hair was piled on her head, and her face was thick with make-up. She looked like a cross between a whore and a wet dream. She wobbled into the room on a pair of 5" pastel pink high heels.

Tyrone asked for another beer, and Lisa duly obliged. She wobbled across the room, bent over, got the beer, opened it and returned it to him. She sat down next to him – not bothering to pull down the ridiculously short skirt, which consequently rode all the way past her stocking-tops, allowing the camera to pan from her cheaply made-up face down to the massive cleavage created by the bra and jacket, to her crotch, zooming in to focus on the plump pussy-lips that bulged from the crotchless panties. The camera then zoomed back out, and panned the room – taking in the expensive furniture and sublime decorations, before finally re-focusing on the mixed-race couple on the couch. As it focussed the black man whispered something in the pretty blonde’s ear, and the blonde giggled.

The camera again zoomed in on the blonde, as she started to run her hand up her stockinged thighs, until they reached her little blonde pussy, and started to massage it. The camera moved in closer to the action, getting a great view of her little fingers dipping inside the fat juicy lips of her cunt. The camera pulled out again as the blonde unbuttoned the jacket and started to pinch her swollen left nipple, playfully tweaking the gold nipple ring as she did so. The sound system was top of the range, easily proficient enough to pick up the moans escaping from her lips, as her fingers worked on both her cunt and her fat nipple. Her thighs spread wider, as her fingers worked faster.

Tyrone leaned back and watched – before standing up, leaning over and whispering another thought into the cheaply dressed, pretty blonde’s ear. Her eyes previously half-closed in concentration and pleasure, widened at what Tyrone had said, and she stopped masturbating. Instead she sat up on the couch, her legs still indecently spread and her breasts hanging out the front of her jacket, leaned forward and started massaging the steadily bulging pants of the hunky black stud. Although it was not obvious what the man was whispering in the blonde’s ear, it was obvious that Lisa thought it was an excellent idea.

The seconds passed as the stud pulled down his pants and boxers in one movement, and thrust his now fully erect black penis proudly into the face of the cute blonde. The camera moved into the blonde’s face, taking in the look of amazement at the sheer size of the black bloated pole she was now holding. Her fingers clasped round the thick meat, her hand span not big enough to fully circle the girth of the throbbing flesh. Her wedding ring glittered in the light, as she slowly moved her hand back and forth, bringing to the tip of the huge cock, a drop of viscous clear fluid. The camera was still focussing on Lisa’s head as her mouth opened and moved over the bulging head of Tyrone’s cock, smearing her pink lipstick over the shaft. Tyrone’s large hands gripped the long blonde hair, and moved her head onto his cock. This meant he could also control the position of her head, allowing for the best angle for the camera.

Lisa took the cock into her mouth. She had never sucked on a cock before – her local vicar had told her it was unhealthy and against the wishes of God. Her crucifix swayed across her breasts as her mouth bobbed up and down on the shaft. She was beginning to enjoy it – and looked up at Tyrone to see if he was too. He smiled at her – as her mouth was stretched into a tight "O" by his thick pulsating shaft. He manoeuvred her head so that he could actually fuck her mouth.

His thick shaft glistened in the light, as he fucked the pretty wife’s face. Her hands were no longer gripping the sides of the long pole, but hanging by her side, as he manoeuvred her head to get the best camera angle, and also the maximum friction between his cock and her mouth. He tilted her head back – enabling him to slide his cock right down her throat. She gagged slightly at the first few thrusts, but relaxed her throat and accepted his thick shaft down her throat. Her hands moved up and gripped his firm buttocks, pulling him almost into her now willing mouth and throat. It was obvious from the camera’s standpoint that she was enjoying every moment of having her pretty white mouth fucked by this huge black shaft.

Tyrone was also enjoying himself immensely. He looked down occasionally at the stuffed face of what had been a successful married white businesswoman. Now she was more concerned over getting as much of his cock into her mouth as possible. He was close to cumming, but wanted the film to go on for a few minutes longer for the full dramatic effect. He turned to the camera, and winked imperceptibly, the signal that he was getting ready to cum.

The camera zoomed in that little bit closer – concentrating on focussing on the pretty pink mouth that was suctioning on the throbbing shaft of Tyrone’s cock. Her mouth and throat visibly bulged, and although stretched to the limit, her mouth almost seemed to indicate a smile. The camera panned once more down to her pierced nipples sitting aloft her impressive breasts. It then descended further, taking in the slutty clothing, and the labia bulging from the crotch-less panties. The camera moved back to the blonde’s over-stuffed face in plenty of time to see Tyrone pull his cock from between her lips.

Tyrone’s cock had seemingly swelled to an even greater size, literally throbbing with every beat of his heart. It twitched once, before twitching again, and then started to spray a long spurt of cum. The first jet hit Lisa full in the mouth, and immediately started dribbling out the corners of her mouth, and down her chin. The second came soon after, hitting her on the cheek, and sliding down onto her heaving breasts. Spurt after spurt hit her full force in the face, before the last few shots splattered her chest.

As Tyrone was spurting his cum all over the pretty blonde wife, he was urging her to swallow it down, to take her meal, and be grateful. Lisa was complying as fast as she could, gulping down what was already in her mouth, and scooping up fingerfuls off her breasts and face, before feeding them into her hungry mouth with gusto.

Tyrone simply waved his cock in her face and rasped the word "Clean". Lisa took his speedily softening shaft and licked it clean, before taking the rest of her meal from where it had dripped onto her latex skirt.

Tyrone sat back down, watched the pretty married blonde scoop his potent black seed from her body into her mouth, before deciding on another beer. Lisa, finished eating, and then tottered over and got another beer. She again sat down. Tyrone swigged his beer, before calling for Geoff the chauffeur to come. Geoff duly arrived with Tyrone’s briefcase and placed it on his knees before leaving. The camera had stopped rolling after Lisa had finished eating.

Tyrone opened his case, and removed the antidote to the mind-control drug that he had used on Lisa the night before. Lisa never saw that dart, and she didn’t see this one either. The dart struck her in the neck. She glanced up before the drug sent her to sleep. The antidote worked in a different way to the original drug. It essentially released the individual from the effects of mind control, but allowed them to remember all the incidents that had occurred whilst being under its influence. Tyrone was busily thinking to himself that this was always the best way. In the early days, he had constantly kept his female victims under the influence of mind-control, but this had long since become boring. He liked to see his victims realise what they had done, and then still submit to his every whim. Any person can have a sexual concubine under their control with this particular drug, he thought, but only I can make the women come back to me, even after they have been released form its effects.

Lisa was bundled into the chauffeured car, and Geoff returned her to the Mall where they had met earlier that day. Lisa was beginning o come round as they dropped her off. Tyrone and Geoff left her sitting at the side of the road, nursing a bad headache.

Lisa came round fairly quickly, and after seeing what predicament she was in, as with regards to state of her attire, she quickly jumped into her car, and drove home. Luckily her husband was still at work and her daughter had cheerleading practise. As a result, she was able to get in the house and have a shower, to rid herself of the congealed cum on her chest and face.

Whilst she was getting dressed into what she called "respectable" clothing, her mind raced. What had she been thinking, meeting up with that animal, and letting him use her so blatantly? She remembered being pleased when he had turned up at the Mall, pleased that he had liked her new clothes, and pleased that she had satisfied his cock so well. She even remembered enjoying the feeling of his thick seed sliding down her used throat. She shook herself as she stepped into her slippers and went downstairs to try and make the evening meal for her family. She worked like an automaton, her mind still refusing to believe that she had done these whore-like deeds, and she reminded herself that she must seek God’s forgiveness for her earthly sins. Suddenly, the thought of her betraying her husband entered her head for the first time, and she started to weep, before vomiting Tyrone’s spunk into the sink. She sat on the floor and wept.

Her husband, Simon found her like this, weeping and shaking, with an odd white-green complexion. He was so worried that he sent her to bed with a sleeping pill, telling her that she should remain off ill for the foreseeable future. He ate dinner alone with Jennifer, their daughter, keeping his worries to himself. They went to bed early, and Simon slept in the spare room so as not to disturb his bed-ridden wife. He slept fitfully, frightened that his wife was really ill. He woke early, and having got Jennifer out to school he rang his wife’s office and told them she would be off for the rest of the week. He then kissed his sleeping wife and went to work. Lisa slept soundly until 11 o’clock that morning.

 

 

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