Club Voodoo
My wife has a perfect ass. I love Joan's ass.
We were extremely attracted to each other but it took me almost 6 months to
finally make love to her.
We were madly in love with one another and after we graduated a year later we
got married. About 2 years after we were married we were walking through the park down
town. We loved to go to the park on the weekends and just be with each other.
We decided to sit down on a bench and hang out for a while. I had brought the
newspaper and she had brought a book. A few minutes later we heard someone
clearing their throat. We both looked up. There was a huge black man standing
in front of us. His huge frame cast a shadow over us. He was about 6'6 and
very muscular. His head was shaven. He was wearing a suit. Before either of
us could say anything he started asking my wife questions about the book she
was reading. The man spoke with a deep voice and a Caribbean accent that I
couldn't quite place. He said that he had heard that it was a good book and
was considering picking it up. My wife was happy to tell him everything he
wanted to know. He asked if we came to the park often. She told him that we
come here most every Saturday. He extended his hand to my wife and introduced
himself as Mobuto. My wife took his hand. It seemed like her little hand was
lost inside of his. She looked him in the eyes and he stared intensely at
her. She seemed to change a little. Her words were slow when she told her his
name. When he released her hand she was staring into space. He then
introduced himself to me. When he took hold of my hand he stared at me with
the same intense stare. I felt something in my chest, a "butterfly" feeling.
My brain sort of numbed and I found myself staring into space as well. I
couldn't move and for some reason I didn't want to. After Mobuto released my
hand he took a small pair of scissors out of his pocket. He reached forward
and cut a small piece of my sandy blond hair off and put it in his pocket. He
did the same with my wife. He reached into my wife's purse and took out her
driver's license. Mobuto looked at the name and address and put it back into
her purse. He told us that he would very much like to see us at the park next
Saturday and that we WOULD be there. Then he said that after he snapped his
fingers we would come out of our trance and not remember anything after he
shook our hands. He snapped his fingers and we came out of it. I often think
how strange it is that I can remember all of this now.
"Your name is Mobuto?" Just Mobuto?" I asked.
He smiled. "Yes, just Mobuto." He hesitated and smiled. "For now."
He told us that it had been a pleasure meeting us and that he hoped we could
talk again soon. With that he turned and walked off. My wife looked at me.
"I feel weird." She said.
"Me too. I've got these butterflies in my chest."
"You too?" She grinned. "Kinda makes me feel horny."
"Well then. Let's go home." I said, happy to oblige her. She hardly ever
initiated sex and when she did it made me feel like a stupid 16 year old kid
with a hard on; even more so that day. I felt like a teenager that had just
had his first kiss. We went home and made love all night. We both came over
and over. I didn't think I could come that much. Every time I came I felt as
if something was slipping away from me. I couldn't put my finger on it but I
kept fucking Joan. I couldn't stop myself. She looked hotter to me than she'd
ever looked before.
Soon Saturday came and even though I was terrified but I had to go to the park. After we were
ready we went there.
It was a gray, chilly day and there weren't a lot of people there. Normally
we wouldn't have been there. We would have spent a day like this in bed,
snuggling and fucking all day. After our walk around the park we sat on the
same bench that we had last Saturday. It wasn't long before Mobuto found us.
He looked at us and smiled. When we saw him I started to feel that same
butterfly feeling I had last week but it was more intense. It had permeated
into my brain and numbed it. I knew that Joan was feeling the same thing.
Mobuto came over to us and looked at Joan.
Now. You probably are wondering what has happened to you."
He sat down next to Joan and began stroking her thigh. She moaned a little
and her body drooped as if his hand on her body was the most pleasurable
thing on earth. He looked at me and smiled. I was helpless.
All I could do was sit there while my tiny cock got hard watching this huge
man touch my wife. His big thick fingers went up her shorts. She swooned and
collapsed into his arms. She started kissing and licking his neck.
"Your fingers are bigger than his little cock.", she whispered. He laughed as
she caressed his body with her hands. It was if she had an uncontrollable
need for him to fuck her.
He continued speaking.
"You are both under a spell. A very powerful voodoo spell and you are both my
slaves now."
He looked at me with an arrogant grin.
"Once I saw your wife I new I had to have her as a dancer and ***** in my
Club. I own Club Voodoo. You've never heard of it. It's a closely guarded
secret. All of my strippers are white women with big round asses just like
your wife's."
He planted his huge hand onto her ass. She moaned loudly as she rubbed
herself against him.
"I think you know how much a black man likes a big, round, ass like this one.
Asses like this fetch me big money."
He rubbed on her ass some more, moving her whole body.
"All of my waitresses...well...that's were you come in. The spell only works
on a married couple because its feminine and masculine energies feed off one
another. It is the darkest voodoo. It works this way; your wife became
completely enslaved to me, wishing only to obey and to receive sexual
gratification by me or anyone I tell her to fuck. The spell keeps her in a
state of constant arousal and all of her inhibitions drown in this sea of
lust. The same thing happens to you but with one difference. You not only
succumb to the same obedience and sexual passion that your wife has succumbed
to but it completely feminizes you. This happens because the spell makes your
wife a conduit for the transfer of your masculine energy to me. The wife's
femininity explodes making her completely docile and obedient. Half of this
energy is passed to you in place of your masculinity and you become as we
have you now...my obedient little white bitch."
Joan let out a little laugh as she kissed his neck and chest.
Sitting across from his long spread legs I saw the huge bulge in his slacks.
Joan crawled over to him. He commanded her to remove her clothes. She took
them off immediately. He then told her to pull his cock out of his pants. As
she did this, Mobuto ordered me to disrobe as well and kneel before him. I
slipped out of my sweats and looked at my body in awe. My tits had grown even
more! They were huge and my hips were very wide. I felt my ass and it was
bigger than Joan's was! My bodies looked almost like a caricature of a
voluptuous woman. I thought of Jessica Rabbit. As I slid to my knees in front
of Mobuto Joan sneered at me. She pulled out his immense cock. Both of our
eyes bugged out. It was 11 inches long, thick, and rock hard. I thought it
looked like a log. Both Joanie and I were transfixed by it. Mobuto took it
and began to speak to us as he moved his huge cock back and forth.
"From now on you will call me Master Mobuto."
Both Joan and I answered. "Yes Master Mobuto."
He asked Joan what she thought my name should be. She giggled and told him
that she liked Suzette.
He laughed and said to me, "Yes...that is a good name for you. That's what I
will call you, that is what my patrons will call you, the other waitresses,
and my dancing whores." He patted Joan's ass indicating that he included her
in the last group.
"Yes Master Mobuto." I sighed.
"You want to call me master don't you?", he asked Joanie.
She began to tremble with sexual frustration.
"Yes Master Mobuto."
"You want Suzette to call me Master don't you?"
She stared longingly into his dark eyes. "Yes Master Mobuto. He should be
your little slut slave."
He leaned forward and kissed her deeply. He put his hand on her big luscious
ass then looked down at me and laughed.
"This ass is mine now. From now on your wife is going to be my big assed
*****."
He asked Joan if she liked that. She said that she wanted to be his *****,
that she'd do anything for him. She said that he completely owned and
controlled her.
She begged to let her suck his cock. He laughed.
"You're going to watch your wife suck my cock now, Suzette" he told me.
He put his big hand on the back of her head and guided her down on his cock.
She opened as wide as she could, her red lips stretched out. He gently guided
her head down on his huge dick and grabbed her blond hair. Her full lips
parted and she sucked on it as best she could, sliding it in and out of her
mouth. She caressed his large heavy balls. His balls looked like golf balls
in a tight brown sack. He told me to lick his balls for him. My now very high
pitched and feminine voice answered. "Yes Master Mobuto and I leaned over and
began to gently lick them. I licked them the way that I liked to have my
balls licked because I knew it would please him. My Joanie's lips were inches
away sliding up and down his huge wide black cock. Her muffled moans sounded
so hot. I thought about what it was like to kiss her thick beautiful lips and
how they had felt on my cock.
Part of me still wanted to stop all of this but that part of me was now too
small and weak against Master Mobuto's magic. I had to obey him. I wanted
too. He made me need to be his slave. I wanted him to fuck my wife in front
of me while I serviced him in any way he commanded.
My wife has a perfect ass. I love Joan's ass.
We were extremely attracted to each other but it took me almost 6 months to
finally make love to her.
We were madly in love with one another and after we graduated a year later we
got married. About 2 years after we were married we were walking through the park down
town. We loved to go to the park on the weekends and just be with each other.
We decided to sit down on a bench and hang out for a while. I had brought the
newspaper and she had brought a book. A few minutes later we heard someone
clearing their throat. We both looked up. There was a huge black man standing
in front of us. His huge frame cast a shadow over us. He was about 6'6 and
very muscular. His head was shaven. He was wearing a suit. Before either of
us could say anything he started asking my wife questions about the book she
was reading. The man spoke with a deep voice and a Caribbean accent that I
couldn't quite place. He said that he had heard that it was a good book and
was considering picking it up. My wife was happy to tell him everything he
wanted to know. He asked if we came to the park often. She told him that we
come here most every Saturday. He extended his hand to my wife and introduced
himself as Mobuto. My wife took his hand. It seemed like her little hand was
lost inside of his. She looked him in the eyes and he stared intensely at
her. She seemed to change a little. Her words were slow when she told her his
name. When he released her hand she was staring into space. He then
introduced himself to me. When he took hold of my hand he stared at me with
the same intense stare. I felt something in my chest, a "butterfly" feeling.
My brain sort of numbed and I found myself staring into space as well. I
couldn't move and for some reason I didn't want to. After Mobuto released my
hand he took a small pair of scissors out of his pocket. He reached forward
and cut a small piece of my sandy blond hair off and put it in his pocket. He
did the same with my wife. He reached into my wife's purse and took out her
driver's license. Mobuto looked at the name and address and put it back into
her purse. He told us that he would very much like to see us at the park next
Saturday and that we WOULD be there. Then he said that after he snapped his
fingers we would come out of our trance and not remember anything after he
shook our hands. He snapped his fingers and we came out of it. I often think
how strange it is that I can remember all of this now.
"Your name is Mobuto?" Just Mobuto?" I asked.
He smiled. "Yes, just Mobuto." He hesitated and smiled. "For now."
He told us that it had been a pleasure meeting us and that he hoped we could
talk again soon. With that he turned and walked off. My wife looked at me.
"I feel weird." She said.
"Me too. I've got these butterflies in my chest."
"You too?" She grinned. "Kinda makes me feel horny."
"Well then. Let's go home." I said, happy to oblige her. She hardly ever
initiated sex and when she did it made me feel like a stupid 16 year old kid
with a hard on; even more so that day. I felt like a teenager that had just
had his first kiss. We went home and made love all night. We both came over
and over. I didn't think I could come that much. Every time I came I felt as
if something was slipping away from me. I couldn't put my finger on it but I
kept fucking Joan. I couldn't stop myself. She looked hotter to me than she'd
ever looked before.
Soon Saturday came and even though I was terrified but I had to go to the park. After we were
ready we went there.
It was a gray, chilly day and there weren't a lot of people there. Normally
we wouldn't have been there. We would have spent a day like this in bed,
snuggling and fucking all day. After our walk around the park we sat on the
same bench that we had last Saturday. It wasn't long before Mobuto found us.
He looked at us and smiled. When we saw him I started to feel that same
butterfly feeling I had last week but it was more intense. It had permeated
into my brain and numbed it. I knew that Joan was feeling the same thing.
Mobuto came over to us and looked at Joan.
Now. You probably are wondering what has happened to you."
He sat down next to Joan and began stroking her thigh. She moaned a little
and her body drooped as if his hand on her body was the most pleasurable
thing on earth. He looked at me and smiled. I was helpless.
All I could do was sit there while my tiny cock got hard watching this huge
man touch my wife. His big thick fingers went up her shorts. She swooned and
collapsed into his arms. She started kissing and licking his neck.
"Your fingers are bigger than his little cock.", she whispered. He laughed as
she caressed his body with her hands. It was if she had an uncontrollable
need for him to fuck her.
He continued speaking.
"You are both under a spell. A very powerful voodoo spell and you are both my
slaves now."
He looked at me with an arrogant grin.
"Once I saw your wife I new I had to have her as a dancer and ***** in my
Club. I own Club Voodoo. You've never heard of it. It's a closely guarded
secret. All of my strippers are white women with big round asses just like
your wife's."
He planted his huge hand onto her ass. She moaned loudly as she rubbed
herself against him.
"I think you know how much a black man likes a big, round, ass like this one.
Asses like this fetch me big money."
He rubbed on her ass some more, moving her whole body.
"All of my waitresses...well...that's were you come in. The spell only works
on a married couple because its feminine and masculine energies feed off one
another. It is the darkest voodoo. It works this way; your wife became
completely enslaved to me, wishing only to obey and to receive sexual
gratification by me or anyone I tell her to fuck. The spell keeps her in a
state of constant arousal and all of her inhibitions drown in this sea of
lust. The same thing happens to you but with one difference. You not only
succumb to the same obedience and sexual passion that your wife has succumbed
to but it completely feminizes you. This happens because the spell makes your
wife a conduit for the transfer of your masculine energy to me. The wife's
femininity explodes making her completely docile and obedient. Half of this
energy is passed to you in place of your masculinity and you become as we
have you now...my obedient little white bitch."
Joan let out a little laugh as she kissed his neck and chest.
Sitting across from his long spread legs I saw the huge bulge in his slacks.
Joan crawled over to him. He commanded her to remove her clothes. She took
them off immediately. He then told her to pull his cock out of his pants. As
she did this, Mobuto ordered me to disrobe as well and kneel before him. I
slipped out of my sweats and looked at my body in awe. My tits had grown even
more! They were huge and my hips were very wide. I felt my ass and it was
bigger than Joan's was! My bodies looked almost like a caricature of a
voluptuous woman. I thought of Jessica Rabbit. As I slid to my knees in front
of Mobuto Joan sneered at me. She pulled out his immense cock. Both of our
eyes bugged out. It was 11 inches long, thick, and rock hard. I thought it
looked like a log. Both Joanie and I were transfixed by it. Mobuto took it
and began to speak to us as he moved his huge cock back and forth.
"From now on you will call me Master Mobuto."
Both Joan and I answered. "Yes Master Mobuto."
He asked Joan what she thought my name should be. She giggled and told him
that she liked Suzette.
He laughed and said to me, "Yes...that is a good name for you. That's what I
will call you, that is what my patrons will call you, the other waitresses,
and my dancing whores." He patted Joan's ass indicating that he included her
in the last group.
"Yes Master Mobuto." I sighed.
"You want to call me master don't you?", he asked Joanie.
She began to tremble with sexual frustration.
"Yes Master Mobuto."
"You want Suzette to call me Master don't you?"
She stared longingly into his dark eyes. "Yes Master Mobuto. He should be
your little slut slave."
He leaned forward and kissed her deeply. He put his hand on her big luscious
ass then looked down at me and laughed.
"This ass is mine now. From now on your wife is going to be my big assed
*****."
He asked Joan if she liked that. She said that she wanted to be his *****,
that she'd do anything for him. She said that he completely owned and
controlled her.
She begged to let her suck his cock. He laughed.
"You're going to watch your wife suck my cock now, Suzette" he told me.
He put his big hand on the back of her head and guided her down on his cock.
She opened as wide as she could, her red lips stretched out. He gently guided
her head down on his huge dick and grabbed her blond hair. Her full lips
parted and she sucked on it as best she could, sliding it in and out of her
mouth. She caressed his large heavy balls. His balls looked like golf balls
in a tight brown sack. He told me to lick his balls for him. My now very high
pitched and feminine voice answered. "Yes Master Mobuto and I leaned over and
began to gently lick them. I licked them the way that I liked to have my
balls licked because I knew it would please him. My Joanie's lips were inches
away sliding up and down his huge wide black cock. Her muffled moans sounded
so hot. I thought about what it was like to kiss her thick beautiful lips and
how they had felt on my cock.
Part of me still wanted to stop all of this but that part of me was now too
small and weak against Master Mobuto's magic. I had to obey him. I wanted
too. He made me need to be his slave. I wanted him to fuck my wife in front
of me while I serviced him in any way he commanded.
