The First Step

The First Step

Chapter 2

by ARC LIGHT

During the next several months I mischievously brought my beautiful wife to excruciatingly pleasurable orgasms by reminding her of her wanton display with her black manager.... She always reprimanded me... afterward her climax had subsided. She chided me... scolded me for bringing MY fantasy into their bedroom...

However each time she admonished me for my sweet soothing suggestions I teased her about her passionate response... On more than one occasion I had to search for salve to apply over the torn skin on my back.. Her passion level increased dramatically whenever I brought in not only my fantasy.... but also HER fantasy... Although she never acknowledged her participation in my sexual suggestions at interracial sex I could feel herself reach another plateau as I buried my cock deep into her clenching little hole.... Even though my deepest fantasy was to see a huge black stud conquer her I often wondered how a more well endowed man could ever enter her small tight passage.

After about four months of my suggestions of interracial coupling I brought home a local swingers magazine. We live in Indianapolis and there appears to be a rather large swing population; especially among white upper income professionals. As I met several of the owners; including the infamous Jan B I became aware that interracial swinging... or at least on the part of the wife was very commonplace. Jan had made her reputation as one of the finest amateur beauties by almost exclusively sharing her tight body with the endowed black populace of Indy.

I left the magazine where I was sure Kathy would find it and I walked in early one evening and caught her thumbing through the pages. She was terribly embarrassed about being caught looking at such a publication and I preceded to tease her which only made her mortification that much more severe.

After we had our early evening glass of wine I asked my beautiful wife if anyone had "caught" her eye.... Although I had made sure that she had more than enough wine to relax she was still very reluctant to acknowledge her excitement..... I took the magazine and started thumbing through the pictures and accompanying narrative. When I reached one that I had dwelled on in the past I felt a hardening in my trousers.... Every time... and I mean every time that I came to this particular page my cock hardened.. and I couldn't proceed... I had stroked my cock when I was alone but merely stopped and silently read the notice.... Kathy could not tell which one I had stopped at and asked if I would read the one that apparently had captured my imagination..... I slowly started to read......

"Dominant Black Master available for Submissive White Professional Couple... Wife must be tight... attractive and willing to perform any and all assigned tasks... Husband may after appropriate training be allowed to watch... Phonies Need Not Apply.... Training is Severe and Couple will Become Property of Black Master."

I looked down at my seated wife and she was nervously fidgeting and biting her lower lip... She had an intense gleam in her eyes and I could tell her nipples were hard and ready.... Her dainty hand had fallen to the front of her short skirt and was gently rubbing her mound....

Knowing that Kathy was excited I extended my arm and showed her the picture accompanying the narrative. I heard her gasp as she looked into the stern black face.... "Master Tyrone" was a mammoth giant... nearly a freak.. He was a professional body builder and his huge bare chest and arms reflected a lifetime of devotion to his hobby... Her upper arms were larger than my thighs... his chest was a solid block of black granite.... his stomach was a rippled accordion of muscle.. His uncovered upper thighs was a solid mass of muscle....

I could sense when Kathy focused on his crotch... Although he wore a pair of bikini trunks his manhood had so stretched the material it appeared to contain a cock that should have more correctly hung below a small donkey.... Kathy was noticeably nervous... anxious...

With her eyes riveted to the picture and narrative I slowly walked around the sofa where she was seated... she fidgeted nervously but did not seem to notice my presence until she felt my searching fingers on her blouse... I captured her hard little nipples and gently squeezed... the nipples responded instantly but her eyes remain focused on the picture of the smirking black giant. "Spread your legs and play with yourself," I gently suggested.

Without hesitation my wife slowly spread her pretty legs and dropped her delicate hand to hem of her short dress.... she pulled the dress up very slowly lifting her hips when it became taunt.. As I rolled her sensitive hard nipples between my finger and thumb she slowly rubbed the outside of her tight panties... she pulled the legs together and the silk wedged between her now swollen lips.. Gently she rubbed her now oily little clit... it reached out for her fingers. She gasped as she felt her sex....

"Wouldn't you like to call the black beast... wouldn't you like to be on her knees before his large monster...?" I asked my pretty wife.

She didn't answer.... her eyes were closed and her breathing heavy...

As her passion rose her hands moved faster and faster...

"Look at the black bastard.... look at his monster cock... wouldn't you like to have him control you... wouldn't you love to spread your legs and enjoy his manhood... just once ?" I continued to tease. My cock was hard now.... my teasing little suggestions to my wife had made me hard.... I felt my pre cum soak my underpants...

I heard Kathy moan.... as she writhed about stroking her passionate little hole.. she had three of her fingers buried in her slit while her other hand made love to her protruding hard clit.

With my other hand I unzipped my pants letting my hard cock flop out... the precum flipped to my wife's face... she turned slightly as she felt the wetness on her cheek. Seductively she opened her eyes and then leaned forward and wrapped her sweet lips around the head of my cock... I was straining because of the hardness... Her warm wet lips almost me cum....

Kathy was lifting her hips as she frantically raced to her release....

"You want his black cock don't you; you little pussy slut.....?" I mocked.

"Oh God.... Yes .... Yes you bastard I want Tyrone's Black cock....." she screamed...

I put my hands around behind her head and pulled my manhood deep into her throat....

I felt my pretty wife shudder as I exploded... spewing my scalding cum down her throat... she swallowed all I could give as I sensed her release... her delicate hands slowly stopped... and she sank back on the sofa. She like me had reached the plateau and now it was time to rest.

When we recovered I carried her to our bed and made passionate love for the balance of the night. We both slept peacefully and it was nearly 10:00 AM before either of us stirred. I reached over and brought her hard tight body next to mine.. I enjoyed her warmness... her shy seductive eyes... her pretty little freckled nose.... We made love in the morning... with a cool breeze blowing across our love nurtured bodies.

Later.......

We were both anxious... nervous... the balance of the morning...

I showered first and while Kathy was soaking her tired but satisfied body I made my way downstairs to start the coffee and retrieve the paper...

When she was scrubbed clean and powdered she pulled on one of my white dress shirts... With only my shirt she came down the long staircase and joined me on the sofa. I looked up and drank in her beauty... her pretty blue eyes... her long blonde hair careening to her shoulders.... her long proportioned tanned legs that she curled up under her tight little buns of steel... I usually grew hard whenever she was near... I could see her firm 34B breasts as they pressed against the white cotton shirt....

She took the cup of coffee that I had poured her.... As she started to sip she noticed the swingers magazine on the cushion. It was still turned to the page that made us both ready the evening before.... and now it was opened to the same smirking black face. The face was taunting us.... taunting us to call the number listed below his arrogant add.. We both seemed to notice the book at the same time... Her eyes met mine.. She couldn't speak.

"Do you want me to call ?" I simply asked...

I could tell by my wife's intense stare what her answer was....even if she couldn't speak....

With my wife snuggling against my hard body I reached over and pushed the auto line on the speaker phone.... immediately the dial tone blared throughout the quiet living room.. I slowly pushed the numbers.... When the connection was made we both looked into each other's eyes.... I looked into Kathy's blue eyes and could feel her nervous excitement.

Suddenly a deep male voice answered, "Speak !" was the simple statement.

I started to speak and felt my throat go dry... "Ah.... ah... my wife and I seen your add in the Indy Swingers Journal..."

There was nearly a minute of silence.......

"Is your wife with you ?" the deep voice asked.

With trembling voice I answered, "Yes..."

"You will answer me as "Master" Do not forget this transgression again......" the deep voice commanded.

I swallowed hard trying to extinguish my anxiety.. "Yes, Master," I spoke with trembling voice.

"I take it that you want me to fuck your precious little white wife with my big black cock... Is that what you want me to do ?" the deep voice asked.

Nervously I looked at Kathy.. she was shivering... she had a strange look on her face.

I turned to face the speaker phone..... but I couldn't speak....

There was deadening silence on the other end of the line.. I like Kathy was trembling.. I couldn't tell if it was excitement... fear ? or just the simple question that the black master had asked me. I quickly inventoried my mind..... "Did I want a huge black man to cram his oversized cock into my pretty little wife ?" The answer was....... ?

It was hard to tell the seconds... or the minutes that elapsed... But finally the answer formed in my mind..... "Yes... I want you to," I softly spoke into the speaker phone.

After the words had escaped my lips I quickly added the subservient title, "Master..."

Again silence....

"Is your wife good... is she tight ?"

I was looking at my pretty wife.... "Yes... Kathy is good in bed.. she is .... very tight... Master...."

The tension in the room was unbearable... Kathy's lean body was shivering... but I could see her nipples.. they were hard and she was breathing very slowly.. very labored.

"Are you tight little tramp ?" came the deep booming voice.

Kathy hesitated. And then after a pregnant pause softly answered, "I will please you .......Master...." Her acknowledgment of the black man as a master came much easier than mine had.

There was hesitation on the other end of the end....

"I am demand total obedience... total submission.... total servitude.... Are you both willing to serve me... serve me in whatever manner I choose ?" asked the black master...

Kathy and I looked at each other. We were both nervous.... anxious about the position we now found ourselves in. I was the first to speak..."Yes... we are Master.."

"And your wife ?" came the booming voice.

My beautiful wife's lips were trembling... she was embarrassed by the conversation and the underlying sexual submission that was expected of both of us... And then she softly complied....."Yes Master...."

"The two of you easily comply.... in the sanctuary of your home.. In the coming days and weeks you will be tested; tested severely on the oath that you have just taken... I am not one to be toyed with; and I am not one to be used to merely breed your little tramp.... I will use her; and I may allow you to watch; but first and foremost the little tramp is mine.... She will be trained on how to please me... and she will be trained severely.... You may wish that you did not so willingly give yourselves to me for my pleasure. Tomorrow I want the tramp to purchase a ankle bracelet at Giganti's.. my private jewelers. She will have it engraved.... I will call her tomorrow to insure that she has complied with the first step of her surrender...."

The line went dead and the dull tone echoed throughout the large living room...... I looked at Kathy... her eyes were bright and I could tell she was excited. I leaned over and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh... I brushed the tails of my shirt aside and let my hand rest against her lightly trimmed bush... As she stared at my hand under the tails of the dress shirt I separated her flaps and inserted my finger.... her passionate little slit was sopping.... We made passionate love on that warm day..... Our adventure was about to start......

Before Kathy went to work she stopped off at Giganti's and picked out a gold ankle bracelet...

"Do you wish to have the piece engraved ?" asked the smiling sales clerk.

The simple question embarrassed my wife... She thought for several minutes before she finally answered. "Yes... Please engrave the flat with.... Tyrone's Property.."

The sales clerk looked up with a smirk on his face.. "Yes... I guess that would be appropriate for you.... wouldn't it?"

The smirk.. and the simple comment made Kathy feel very self conscious.

"If you will take a seat I will have one of our engraver's complete the piece while you wait.. You can then wear it to work. I am sure that your co-workers will enjoy such a pretty ornament on your ankle... It will surely garner a great deal of attention on such a pretty ankle," added the clerk. The smirk had turned to a full face smile making my wife even more self conscious.

Kathy walked to the padded chairs and gracefully sit down to wait for the first symbol of her surrender. As she sit quietly she noticed several of the clerks point to where she was sitting and quietly laugh.... She felt that everyone seemed to know..... she felt herself blush.

After what seemed an eternity the clerk returned and walked in front of the counter. Without hesitating he dropped to one knee and raised Kathy's dainty foot... As his eyes traveled up her pretty leg she could sense her embarrassment.. Very delicately he unclasped the bracelet and wrapped it around her dainty ankle. He clasp the symbol of her surrender and then looked into her pretty blue eyes. "Tyrone will be pleased.... "