Stan looked up from his dinner. His six foot tall, buxom blonde wife was framed in the sunlight staring out the window. She could have joined the Swedish bikini team she was so beautiful and stacked, everyday he was reminded of how lucky he was and today with the sunlight shining on her was no exception. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“It looks like the new neighbor’s a black guy.”
“Well you can cross twenty thousand dollars off the value of our house then.” Stan got up and joined his wife at the window. “Man he’s huge, he’s probably just a moving man.” The man bulged with muscles and had a shaved head. The black giant wasn’t working though, three other black men were unloading boxes from a truck.
“You’re probably right,” she replied watching as the three workers finished, they bowed their heads towards the bald giant and left.
Stan was wrong, the new neighbor was the black man. Stan saw him outside the next day as Stan was flipping burgers on the grill. “Hello,” he called.
“Hello,” said the black man coming over to the fence.
“Stan Marsh,” said Stan shaking hands with the biggest man he had ever seen, watching his own normal-sized hand get swallowed up by the black man’s. He was also the darkest black man Stan had ever met.
“Mobutu Tanaka, Dr Tanaka.”
“Where you from Dr Tanaka?” The man had a strong accent.
“I am from Kenya. I am Masai
“What brings you to the states?”
“I am taking a class at the university on new medical techniques to take home to my people.
“Just one class?”
“Yes, you would call it a refresher, then I will go home.”
Stan couldn’t help being impressed. This man had bought a house to live in for only three months. He came from money. “Would you like to come in for a burger?” Stan thought Mobutu might be an interesting guy to talk too.
“Would you have American hot dog?
“Sure, I can throw some on the grill.”
“I have not had American hot dog since college.”
“Wendy, bring me out a couple dogs from the fridge,” Stan yelled through an open window.
A moment later, Wendy opened the sliding glass door and walked out onto the porch with two hot dogs on a paper plate. Mobutu looked up at the statuesque blonde. “Perfect,” he said.
“What?” asked Wendy. She wore an attractive business professional outfit, short skirt, heels, and jacket. The sunlight made her blue eyes sparkle.
“You are magnificent.”
“Ah… thank you I guess,” she said blushing.
Stan was frowning, but he quickly shrugged it off and took the hot dogs from his wife. The black man stared at Wendy until she became uncomfortable and returned inside.
“Your wife is tall for a white woman.”
“Yes, she’s six feet without the heels.” Stan took the food off the grill. “Lets go inside, we have some fixins set up on the table and I will get us some drinks. Would you like a beer?”
“No, milk or water please.”
“Ok…I think we have some milk.”
“That will be satisfactory.”
Wendy returned, walking downstairs having changed into jeans and a tee shirt. The jeans hugged her perfectly round ass as did the tee shirt, stretching tight around her large, full bosom. “Here you go Mobutu,” said Stan handing him a glass.
“You will call me Dr Tanaka or your highness.”
Both Stan and Wendy were taken aback by his unfriendliness. “You are royalty?” she asked.
“My brother is King, he rules over many Krals.”
“And you are the tribe’s doctor?” asked Stan.
“I am the tribe’s Shaman, what you would call a witchdoctor.”
“Aren’t you a real doctor?”
“A Shaman is a real doctor, but I know what you say, I also have a PHD. What do you do Wendy?”
“I’m a lawyer.”
“Wendy is modest, she graduated from Harvard last year and just found a job, Dr Tanaka.” Stan would be damned before he called the arrogant man “your highness.”
“Intelligence and beauty.”
His gaze and comments were making her uncomfortable again, she tried to change the subject. “You are not what I expected an African to look like.”
“What is your meaning?”
“You know skinny, malnourished.
“My family is raised to be superior to the common warrior.” Mobutu finished his hot dogs and milk. “I would relieve myself.”
“The bathroom is down the hall on the right.”
Mobutu stood and walked to the bathroom. He took out his long cock and relieved himself. Wet swimsuits hung over the shower curtain. Stupid Americans, he thought leaving an item that would give him control of them lying around. The beefy black man grabbed a hold of the bikini panties. The entire bikini was small, and would show off Wendy’s magnificent body. He looked inside the panties, then looked again. Finally, he saw it, a small curly hair. It was blonde and hadn’t stood out against the material. The man’s was easier, Mobutu immediately found a pubic hair in his swimsuit and he folded both his prizes in a piece of tissue paper, shoving it in his pocket.
Mobutu returned to the living room and saw that Wendy had moved next to Stan and Stan had his arm around her possessively. “Are you in good health?” he asked, Stan started to respond, but the black man added, “just Wendy.”
“Yeah, perfect health. I rarely get sick and exercise regularly. My family is long-lived.”
“Are they real?” he asked pointing at her breasts.
Wendy’s mouth fell open. She recovered and said, “none of your business.”
“They are real and all mine,” interrupted Stan. “I think it’s time you left.”
“Wendy, you are truly a genetically superior female, you should be with a genetically superior male.”
Stan was pissed. “And I suppose that’s you?”
“And I suppose you also have a twelve inch penis and can screw for hours like all black men?”
“Actually it is thirteen of your English inches and most black men are like you, pathetic and small, but the royal family of Tanaka has been breeding males superior in size, brains, and the ability to produce semen for hundreds of years. I believe your wife would be the perfect receptacle for my semen. She is tall, athletic, brilliant, and physically well endowed.”
“Get out of my house Moby.”
Dr Tanaka glowered at the insult, that would cost the scrawny white man. “I will give you ten thousand dollars for you wife. That is the only barter I will offer.”
“I said get out.”
“Very well then.” Mobutu turned and strolled back to his house.
Wendy stretched out cat-like on the cot in her yard. It felt good to lay out in the sun. A drop of sweat ran down her scantily clad breast and ended in her belly button. She closed her eyes, opening them later when a shadow fell across her body. Dr Tanaka was looming over her and she jumped in surprise wandering if she should scream for help. “I have been watching you,” he said.
It was a week after the black man had come over to their house and she hadn’t seen him since, short of the limo that picked him up for school and brought him back each morning. He was practically naked, wearing only a cheetah print loincloth. His chest was spectacular, as ridged as any body-builder’s. Mobutu’s skin was as black as coal and glistened with perspiration in the sunlight. “How long have you been standing there?” she asked.
“A quarter hour. You are most beautiful.” The bikini was designed for maximum tanning. It was small and tight, her breasts strained at the top. The African was getting an eye full. “Have you considered my offer?”
“I’ll never cheat on my husband Dr.” Wendy decided to try to reason with the big Masai. “I understand you aren’t from here, but you can’t just go around propositioning married women.”
“Why? I take any woman of the tribe I desire. I have dozens of children amongst the krals. The husbands consider it an honor to raise a superior man’s son as his own.”
“That’s what you don’t understand. This isn’t Kenya. Now you should leave, my husband will be home soon.
“So? He is a weakling. I give you one last chance.” Mobutu untied the side of his loincloth and pulled it aside. It was designed to confine the man’s huge genitalia and when freed, the penis fell out not stopping until it nearly reached his knee. “This is what will pleasure your pussy like your husband never can.”
“My god,” she cried staring at the plump black monster swaying like a giant black banana. She was surprised to see that the man was circumcised, the head was as large as a small apple as were his testicles and it was thicker soft now then her husband’s when hard.
“You may suck it.”
“Get off my property.”
Mobutu looked surprised by her rejection. His penis had even plumped up and risen a little in anticipation of her servicing him. “Remember this cock,” he said turning to leave, walking naked, then running to leap over the fence between their yards.
Wendy stood up. “If you ever come back on my property again I will call the police,” she yelled. What arrogance, she thought. Just because he had a huge cock…Wendy shivered, she hated that word. Just because he had a big penis, he felt he had the right to do anything. Wendy went inside, no longer comfortable outside in the skimpy bikini. She walked past a mirror and froze, her nipples were hard and prominent. She was ashamed that the situation had aroused her a little.
Mobutu walked up to the doll house in his living room. Three dolls soaked in glasses filled with dirty liquid. Mama Juju, an old voodoo woman in New Orleans had sent him the necessary materials to mix the concoction. The voodoo woman had great power, but many of her spells involved the use of marijuana and Mobutu saw drug use-like alcohol- as a weakness. He removed the Barbie doll from it’s glass and carefully dried it off. Once dried, he placed a small dollop of glue on the doll’s crotch area and stuck the piece of Wendy’s pubic hair into it. He repeated the process with the Ken doll and finally the black Ken doll using his own pubic hair.
Mobutu needed to see if the ritual had worked. He placed Barbie on the bed in the doll house, then drew an erect penis on Ken with a black marker, placing Ken on top Barbie in the bed. Mobutu stripped naked so that his skin would blend into the night and swiftly ran next door, leaping the fence and rolling quickly to his feet. Within another minute, he had swiftly climbed an old tree that afforded him a good view of the neighbor’s bedroom. The nights were cooler and their window was cracked open.
Wendy was laying under the covers, propped up reading a file folder. “Wow,” she said looking up, where’d that come from?”
Stan walked into the room sporting a strong erection, his penis pointing up towards his belly button. “I don’t know,” he replied, it just sort of grew on me. You up for some? I don’t want it to go to waste.”
“Hop in, stud.” Wendy folded the covers back. They turned the lights off and Mobutu was soon listening to the soft cries of Wendy and the grunts of her husband. Her cries turned to one long moan and soon Stan cried out as he came. “Ooh that was nice,” said Wendy. “Hey, you’re still hard.”
“You know what, I think I can keep going,” said Stan and the sounds of lovemaking filtered through the window again.
Mobutu jumped down from the tree and ran back to his house. He stuck his forefinger in his mouth, making sure it was wet before grabbing the Ken doll and smearing away the drawing of the erection. He then quickly returned to the tree in time to here Wendy say, “It’s OK honey, it was still great. I haven’t had an orgasm like that in years.”
“Sorry,” said Stan. “I don’t know what happened.”
Mobutu left the couple alone for a few days. When Saturday rolled around, he knew Stan would leave to play golf and that was when Wendy liked to sun bath. Unfortunately, the day was overcast and Wendy’s cot remained empty.
Mobutu stripped the Barbie doll and dressed it in a bikini, he laid the doll down outside the dream house and went upstairs to wait by a window. He stood there frozen like a statue until fifteen minutes later, his sexy neighbor walked outside in her skimpy bikini.
Mobutu grinned and returned downstairs. He took a joint from his wallet and lit it. He hated the stuff, but Mama Juju swore on it for clouding people’s judgement. He decided to just fill his mouth up with smoke and not inhale. He blew one mouthful on the doll and pinched the joint to extinguish it. He then removed the dolls top. before returning upstairs to his window.
Wendy didn’t know what she was thinking as she removed her bikini top. She had always wanted an all around tan, but today it was so cloudy she’d probably have been better off staying inside and doing errands. Still, she had gotten a strong urge to lay out and then to take her top off. She wasn’t an exhibitionist either, the skimpy bikini was only for the backyard, she had a modest two piece for wearing in public. She hadn’t feared anyone seeing her in this bikini until Dr Tanaka bought the house next door.
Thinking about the black man conjured memories of seeing him nude last week, his huge appendage starting to rise. It was an image forever frozen in her brain. His penis was just something to be admired, she’d never sleep with a black man, or any man other then her husband for that matter. She even felt sorry for the black doctor, though he bragged about it, there was no way any woman could have taken his monster cock…penis. Unless, Masai women were built differently?
Now, here she was removing her bikini top when the doctor might be home and able to see her. She hadn’t seen much of him since the incident and not at all this day, so she decided to risk it. Strange, but it felt good exposing herself outside. She’d have to consider going topless the next time they were in the Caribbean. The white areas normally covered by the bikini stood out against her tan skin.
Wendy laid back and closed her eyes for several minutes, opening them suddenly. She looked down her topless body at the bikini bottom. Why not? Her hand untied the string at her side and she lifted her ass up long enough to pull her panties completely off exposing her trimmed blonde bush to the world.
She closed her eyes again, exposing herself had her thinking about sex, mostly her husband, but her neighbor’s penis flashed in her thoughts more then once. Her right nipple grew until it extended it’s full three quarters of an inch. She opened her eyes staring at her nipple. It was so hard it ached a little and sweat glistened on it making it look wet. Then her left nipple followed suit and she felt herself becoming aroused.
Mobutu stood in the window with the nude Barbie in his hand. He quit licking it’s nipples and moved to it’s crotch. Outside, Wendy began squirming on the cot. The nude woman parted her legs then swiftly closed them. She quickly stood up, grabbed her bikini and ran into the house.
He assumed she would be masturbating. He returned to the doll house and played around with the Barbie and Ken, putting them in different positions. He bent Barbie’s legs and put her face in Ken’s laps, put them in the sixty nine position, bent her legs forward so that he could sit her on Ken’s crotch, and bent her so that it resembled doggy style. Every now and then he took the Barbie and licked it’s breasts and crotch. Finally, he dressed Barbie in just her bikini bottoms and left her in the house.
Stan got home just after dark when it was safe for the black man to sneak back into their yard. Wendy was standing in the kitchen window topless washing dishes and her husband was staring at her in awe with a dumb grin on his face.
Mobutu returned home and grabbed both dolls. When he got back to their yard, he drew an erection on Ken, though it wasn’t necessary, Stan already had an inferior bulge in his pants. Mobutu held Barbie’s head in Ken’s crotch, and watched.
Wendy turned from the dishes and walked over to her husband. “God, I’m glad your home.” She dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and caressed his bulge. “I’ve been so horny all day. I don’t know whats come over me.” Wendy quickly unzipped her husband and pulled out his dick, happy to see he had another big erection like last week. It looked good enough to eat and for the first time in her life she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. “Holy shit,” he said startled. “You haven’t done this before.”
Wendy was just starting to bob her head over it when Mobutu erased the erection. “What’s wrong, don’t you like it?’ she asked letting his limp penis roll from her mouth.
“No, it felt great. I don’t know what happened. It was there and then it was gone.”
“Lets go upstairs and see if I can get it to come back.” Wendy grabbed his hand and pulled her husband upstairs.
Mobutu climbed the tree and watched as she stripped off his clothes and pulled him into bed after turning out the lights. He drew another erection on Ken and heard her coo in delight. A few minutes later, “Yeah baby,” moaned Wendy. “Harder, harder, just a little more, I’m close baby, real close,” and then “Nooo, please not again,” as Mobutu smeared out the erection.
Mobutu left the tree and returned home. He drew a limp, shriveled penis on Ken and placed him on the bed in the doll house. He waited until it was late and he assumed the couple next door would be asleep. He took Barbie and licked her breasts and crotch again before laying her in bed beside Ken. He took the black Ken and placed it on top of Barbie.
Wendy woke up with a start, the dream rapidly fading. She couldn’t remember it, but it was hot. Stan was in the bathroom. “Honey, come back to bed.”
Stan walked back into the room wearing boxers which was odd since he usually walked around nude until dressing. “We can’t Wendy, we’ll be late for church.”
Wendy sighed. “Maybe when we get back then?”
Wendy was so hot and bothered, she couldn’t concentrate on the sermon. Her nipples were hard and rubbing against her bra. She squirmed in her seat hoping the preacher would hurry and finish before her wet pussy soaked through her clothes and stained the pew. She had a strong desire to kneel before her husband and suck on his penis again.
When they got home, Wendy thought she saw the curtains move in Dr Tanaka’s house as if he was watching them. She forgot about the black man as she entered their living room when Stan suddenly said, “Hey, you still up for some afternoon fun?”
Wendy looked over at him and saw his pants were tented out. With a squeal of delight, she kneeled at his feet and pulled out his rock hard erection, taking him back in her mouth. Then it was gone, his penis withering into a limp little worm within seconds.
His huge cock was hard in her mouth, pushing into her throat and Wendy loved it. She looked up, but it wasn’t Stan who was looking down at her. It was Dr Tanaka. She gasped in horror.
“Jesus, I’m sorry, but you don’t have to make such a big deal over it.” Stan was shaking her. “Maybe, it’s stress. If this keeps up, I’ll see a doctor. Trust me Wendy, it’s not you, it’s me.”
“I’m sorry too,” she said climbing to her feet. The image of kneeling before the black man wouldn’t leave her mind. It stayed with her all day and into her dreams. Her dreams changed though, sometimes she was on all fours as the black man fucked her from behind, sometimes she was riding his mighty cock, and all the while, Stan was lying beside her in the bed with a limp dick seemingly frozen, doing nothing to stop them.
She had these dreams every night, Mobutu completely replaced her husband in her sex fantasies. Worse, several times a day, her nipples would grow and her pussy would get wet. Stan made no sexual moves on her at all and when she glimpsed him naked, his dick was always small and limp.
On Saturday, Mobutu placed the topless Barbie back on the cot outside the doll house and waited for Wendy to show up. This time she walked out without even bothering to wear the bikini top. He placed a naked black Ken beside her and blew marijuana smoke at the Barbie doll to cloud her judgement.
Mobutu put on the loincloth and walked next door. “May I join you?” he called.
Wendy jumped as he had startled her and held her arms across her breasts. “I don’t think that’s wise.”
“I just want some conversation. I appologize for my behaviour previously. I was just startled by your beauty.”
“Well ok then, but let me go get my top.”
“Don’t bother. Masai women do not cover their breasts. My people are much more comfortable with nudity. I will join you if it helps.” Mobutu removed his loin cloth and laid next to her cot in the grass staring up a the sun. He was pleased to see her gaze focusing on his crotch and soon she became comfortable enough to show him her breasts. “This is nice,” he said, “to lay here and not worry about cobras and mambas and lions.”
“Your home sounds fascinating.”
She looked at his cock, plump and half-erect. “May I ask you a medical question?”
“Do you know anything about impotence?”
She hesitated. “Yes, he’s been acting weird. Occasionaly he will get an erection, but then it’s gone and most of the time it doesn’t stir.” She sobbed a little with frustration.
“Did this start around the time I moved here?”
“Yes, I think so, but what does that have to do with it?”
“Your husband is intimidated by me.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“I could be wrong, but I’ve seen it before. A weak man when confronted by a superior male often becomes impotent. He imagines his woman with the superior male fucking her with his superior cock like the wimp never could.”
Ugh, there was that word again. Strangely, cock seemed to apply more to Mobutu’s long snake-like penis.
“It has happened to me before, the woman becomes infatuated with me and the husband becomes incapable of interfering.”
“I don’t think that’s the problem,” she replied sarcastically, though the fact that she had been dreaming about the doctor scared her.
“I’ve offended you. I should go.” He stood up near her head so that she was looking up the long dangling cock.
“Yes, I think you should.” She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock and wondered what it would look like fully erect.
Mobutu bowed and walked naked back to his house. He grabbed Barbie and black Ken, taking them to his vantage point upstairs. He held Barbie up to his face and licked her crotch, watching as Wendy jumped on the cot and started squirming. He quit and placed the black doll’s head on her crotch and watched.
On the cot, Wendy parted her legs and thrashed her head back and forth. She was staring at his house as if afraid or hoping he would come out. Her hips were thrusting slightly and her hand would wander down to her pussy only to jerk back as she realized what she was doing. Suddenly, her back arched and her mouth opened as she came. Once again, she hurried back inside her house. Mobutu grinned then rubbed his jaw. It was sore as black Ken had power over him also.
All week Wendy played with herself imagining she was with the black man and dreaming about him at night. She was starting to wonder if she could resist him, the images were becoming so vivid and she was so horny. She hadn’t even seen a short erection on her husband this week.
Friday night she awoke in a sweat from a particularily powerful dream. She feared she was drowning and had a funny taste in her mouth. All she could remember of the dream was that it involved sucking off Tanaka. She played with herself while Stan snored beside her wondering if the doctor would come talk to her again when she laid out the next day.
Mobutu squeezed the last of his sperm out of his cock and looked at the cum splattered Barbie. His balls had stored up a lot since he last had sex and the doll was covered. Tomorrow he thought, she would be ready.
The next day he stripped Barbie and black Ken placing them outside the doll house together. Barbie sat on the cot with her face in the black doll’s crotch.
Wendy walked completely nude out to her cot without giving it a second thought. It wasn’t long at all before the black man walked out his back door wearing his loincloth. He didn’t even ask to join her, just assuming she’d let him. He jumped over the fence and walked over to her.
“I thought we could talk some more,” said Mobutu letting the loincloth fall down so that his cock swayed seductively before her face. The cock she fantasized about constantly, her gaze focused on it and she licked her lips. “I see the way you stare at my superior black cock. Would you like to touch it?”
She wanted to do more then touch it, but she just nodded and reached out one hand to caress his shaft and another to heft his balls. Just touching it sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her pleasure grew as his cock grew. The monster extended several inches and swelled, rising ponderously until it pointed directly at her mouth as if comanding her to suck it. It truly was over a foot long and as thick as her wrist.
“Isn’t it magnificent?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Wendy completely enthralled with the huge, dark black cock. “I’ve never seen anything like it in all my life.”
“Now you see why your husband has been feeling inferior.”
“Yes, I think I understand. Your cock is twice as big as his penis.” Wendy wanted to take him in her mouth, but needed permission since he was royalty. She leaned forward and kissed the bulbous head directly on his pee-slit. She kept her lips on it and looked up at him.
“You may service my cock with your mouth if you desire.”
Wendy felt a surge of pleasure and she quickly parted her lips taking the head inside her mouth, feeling complete for the first time in weeks. It was as if she belonged here, naked at his feet, slurping on his black scepter of power. Weeks ago, she wouldn’t have done this for Stan, now she was willingly sucking on her arrogant black neighbor’s thirteen inch cock. It was a shame, Stan’s performance had been so disappointing, he would have been good practice for Dr Tanaka’s cock.
Wendy took her mouth off the head to lubricate it better. She began with the tip, running her tongue all around the head, then down the shaft. He grabbed the tip and held it up for her, thrusting his balls in her face. She licked those too, amazed at how big they were.
Wendy kissed her way back up to the end and took it in her mouth again. She hadn’t even taken a quarter of his cock in her mouth when it pushed into her throat and she gagged. She relaxed her throat and tried a little at a time managing half his cock. She decided to go with that and started rapidly bobbing her head while jerking the rest with both her hands. Despite her enthusiasm, he lasted a long time, almost outlasting her strength.
He came with little warning other then the fact that his cock seemed even bigger now then it had just minutes earlier. His cock seemed to be doing push-ups in her throat, then she realized he was cumming directly into her belly. Horrified at the thought of swallowing sperm, she backed up feeling it pouring down her throat, then it was in her mouth and she could taste it. It was one of the most delicious things she had ever put in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out and sperm dribbled out the sides of her mouth as she gulped and he still wasn;t done cumming. More rolled around her tongue before sliding down her throat and she jerked his cock off with one hand making sure every drop was in her mouth, but suddenly she screamed in orgasm and lost control getting one last splatter of hot cum across the face.
Confused, Wendy looked down to see what had made her orgasm and saw her free hand frantically rubbing her clit. After cumming, the guilt hit her and she fell back from his still hard cock in horror. “What have I done? Please tell me this was all a dream? My god, Stan…”
“Is a weakling, but I understand. It was a mistake, you could not help yourself. Masai cock is hard to resist. I will not go naked before you anymore, but your cock sucking skills were impressive and I will let you service me anytime you desire.”
Wendy watched him leave then ran into her house crying. The guilt didn’t last long. By the end of the weekend, she knew she both loved and prefered sucking black cock. She wanted to do it again.
Barbie sat in a chair all weekend staring at a piece of paper with writing on it that said: I want to suck more black cock, I want to eat more cum, I wish I could swallow his entire cock, I love sucking Mobutu’s cock, and My husband is a wimp who can never satisfy my need for superior black cock.
Mobutu didn’t move the doll until he got back from class on Monday. Then he stripped it and placed it kneeling at black Ken’s feet, blowing some marijuana smoke at them just to be on the safe side.
He watched through a window as Wendy got home from work wearing another skirt and jacket. She stared at his house and she walked into her own. His doorbell rang ten minutes later. He opened his door to find a confused looking Wendy standing before him wearing a robe. She looked nervous, like she didn’t know quite what to say. “P-please your h-highness, I’d like to suck on your c-cock again.”
“Is this wise? I don’t want you to do it if your going to regret it again.”
“I won’t regret it. I have to do it again. I promise I will do better. I only have an hour until Stan is home.”
“Then you may.” Mobutu walked over to his couch and sat down spreading his legs open. “Remove the robe and crawl to me.”
Wendy dropped the robe, she was nude underneath and fell to her knees. She crawled over to him, her mouth watering at the thought of sucking him off again. “May I remove your cock your highness?” she asked when she arrived between his legs.
“You may and I want you to tell me what you think of my cock as you do.”
Wendy’s hands fumbled with the buttons, opening his pants and pulling the zipper down. “I want to suck on your cock so bad. I was afraid I’d never see it again. Oh yes,” she said when her hand closed around it and she pulled it out of his pants. “I love your black cock your highness.”
“You may proceed then.”
Wendy attacked his cock, quickly licking it before taking it back in her mouth. She managed another inch today before he came and she swallowed every drop. Nor did she quit there, she kept him in her mouth clamping her lips around the head and tugging on it until he turned hard again. Wendy had just swallowed his second load when she realized the time and ran home with her robe untied and flapping behind her. She made it inside just before Stan got home. Mobutu watched all this from his window grinning.
He kept the Barbie in the chair staring at the words all week not even bothering to kneel her before the black doll. Wendy came over every day after work and blew him, often swallowing several loads of cum before running home. By the end of the week, her lips were kissing his pubic hair, she had swallowed his entire shaft. “You love it in your mouth so much, imagine how it will feel in your pussy,” he said as she ran out the door on Friday night.
Stan never knew why he got nothing but tv dinners and pizza that week, nor why she didn’t eat much with him saying she wasn’t hungry.
Wendy had a rough night. “Imagine how it will feel in your pussy?” echoed through her brain. She tossed and turned in her sleep alternately riding Mobutu’s black cock, being crushed beneath his weight, or kneeling before him being fucked doggy style. The dreams moved to every room of her house. She was on the kitchen table, she was bent over the couch, everywhere she was fucking Mobutu.
Wendy actually had an orgasm in her sleep just dreaming about it. She awoke towards dawn, breathing heavy, her body completely aroused. Her pussy was soaked with arousal and a little sore. She had dreamed Mobutu had emptied his balls into her waiting pussy.
Mobutu woke up and showered. He waited for Stan to leave and killed time by writing more commands for Barbie to stare at. He finished and cleaned Barbie off. The doll laid on her back with it’s legs bent upwards. Mobutu had stabbed a hole in the crotch and masturbated on it again making sure plenty of sperm had poured inside the doll.
He took black Ken and laid it naked on the cot. Then he drew a baby on Barbie’s belly and colored it black with the marker before sitting the Barbie astride black Ken.
Wendy walked out into her yard naked, she no longer even bothered with her bikini. Mobutu was lying naked on her cot sunning himself. She had just been fantacizing about riding his cock in just that position. Could this strange black man read minds? Did he know how bad she wanted to fuck him?
“I hope you don’t mind Wendy. I saw Stan leave and thought I’d get an early start.”
“No, I don’t mind.”
“You may suck on my cock.”
“Actually, I was wondering if you’d let me try it in my pussy. I know it’s too big to fit, but I’d like to try.”
“I have never met a woman who can’t handle my cock, though all are nervous at first. You may both fuck and suck me off. The royal family has been bred to orgasm more then ten times a day. We can fuck all day if it pleases you.”
He talked like he had been with hundreds of women, the thought of which would of disgusted her if she wasn’t so hot for his cock. “It pleases me,” she said dropping between his legs.
Wendy sucked him until his cock was rock hard and glistening. She was reluctant to remove it from her mouth, her belly growling with hunger, but her pussy craved it more. Giving no thought at all to the fact she was unprotected, Wendy stood over his crotch, held his cock up and poised it on her labia, a place untouched by any man, but her husband until now. Closing her eyes, she lowered herself, feeling her labia part around the big cock head and it kept parting, stretching wider then it ever had before. Just when she thought it would rip her apart, the head entered her all the way.
Wendy stayed frozen squatting over the cot letting her body get used to him. She looked at Mobutu’s grinning face, then down his muscular chest. She could just see the base of his cock between her breasts. His shaft was glistening as fluid flowed down it, soaking his crotch. Her pussy was lubricating it, making it easier for her. She hadn’t know she could get this wet. She circled her hips around his cock head and lowered herself some more.
She felt stuffed full after five inches, the thickness filling her as much as her husband’s entire, much skinnier penis. Her pussy was gripping his shaft tightly, spasming occassionaly as it continued to get wet. She was breathing heavy when she hit the half-way mark, the pee-slit just teasing areas deep in her and previously untouched. It was starting to feel good, real good.
Wendy needed to cum and started flexing her legs, raising and lowering herself along his cock, taking a little more as she got used to it. The orgasm came quickly and was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The one her husband had given her weeks ago was like comparing a firecracker to a stick of dynamite. “OH YESSS,” she screamed loud enough her other neighbors might have heard her. The orgasm almost made her pass out, it curled her toes and made her legs go weak, so weak they couldn’t hold her up anymore. She collapsed, impaling herself on the rest of Mobutu’s cock. The shock she felt from all the pleasure and pain it gave her did make her pass out.
When she recovered the pain was gone. Mobutu was kissing her lips. She had collapsed forwards, her breasts mashing against his muscled chest. Her pussy had contoured itself around his entire cock. She could feel every ridge, vein, and bump. A thick vein ran the length of his shaft and it pulsed with each beat of his heart. Each pulse sent a spasm of pleasure throughout her body. Her heart was racing and she was filled with a sense of joy. This was were she belonged.
Mobutu cupped her ass with his strong hands and lifted her a little, begining to buck his hips while kissing her. Wendy arched her back as she came again. She took over riding him to orgasm after orgasm. They grew stronger when he leaned up and took one of her thick nipples between his lips.
Wendy rode him until her leg muscles got sore. “Do you realize what a great honor you are about to recieve,” the black man asked grunting occassionally.
“I do,” she said and the hose in her pussy exploded. His cum was so strong, she felt it would throw her off him like she was sitting on a geyser. Her mind was exagerating of course, but it still felt powerful. Wendy came with each wad that shot out of his cock and she collapsed again.
She came to her senses lying in the grass on her back. Mobutu was still lying on the cot. His cum crusted cock rested across his thigh, soft, but still long and plump. “That was incredible,” she said staring up a him with a look of worship on her face.
“Come clean my cock off,” said Mobutu. Wendy crawled to him and took his dirty cock in her mouth, it quickly turned hard again and she deep throated him until he filled her belly with his hot sperm.
He didnt cum ten times like he had bragged, but they fucked three more times after she blew him. By the time she went inside before Stan got home, her knees were grass stained and grass stuck in her sperm covered body.
Wendy wanted him again on Sunday, but there was no opportunity. By Monday, she was so cock-crazy, she left work early and was waiting on Dr Tanaka’s steps when he got back from class.
Wendy fucked him in his bed for as long as she dared before Stan got home. She was starting to resent her husband. He was keeping her from Mobutu’s cock.
Wednesday night, Wendy woke up from another powerful dream. She was covered in sweat and now she craved his cock in her ass. Her butt-hole even stung a little and she was so sweaty, it felt like she had cum in her ass. What was happening to her? First she had sucked him off, then commited adultery, now she wanted him to sodomize her. Wendy played with herself before going back to sleep. This time she used her free hand to stick a finger in her ass.
Mobutu made sure plenty of his sperm ran into the new hole he had poked in the doll’s ass. He then sat the doll back down in the chair staring at the paper with the following commands:
I am a slut for black cock. My body belongs to Mobutu, he is my master. He can put his cock anywhere. It pleases me to serve him.
The pain made Wendy happy. Some of the tissue in her ass had ripped, but it meant she was one step closer to getting her ass fucked. Mobutu grunted and pushed the entire head in stretching her anus out even more. “D-don’t waste time your highness,” she groaned. “Push it in, I can take it.”
Mobutu pulled back and thrust forward. She took about eight inches before it wedged. Wendy screamed, bucking, trying to get away from his spear, tears rolling down her eyes as Mobutu kept a firm grip on her waist.
She calmed down after a few minutes, but still sobbed. “Do you want me to pull out?” he asked.
“No master, I want you to fuck my ass.” Wendy didn’t know where “master” had come from, but it was appropriate. Mobutu started to move, starting slow, but picking up pace. “Fuck me master, fuck my ass. Give me that black cock.” Wendy continued to babble the whole time he fucked her. Towards the end, it actually started to feel good and she looked forward to when her ass was permanately stretched out to accomodate him. His cum was like a soothing balm coating her sore insides as it swelled up to fill the vacuum left by his deflating cock.
“Greetings Stan, I thought I would pay a neighborly visit.”
“That’s Mr Marsh, your highness,” said Stan sarcastically.
“Of course, Mr Marsh,” said Mobutu stepping inside.”
Wendy walked into the room and Stan was confused by the way his wife’s face lit up when she saw the arrogant black man. “Dr Tanaka, what a pleasant surprise.”
“Is there something going on here, that I don’t know about?”
“I have come again to offer you ten thousand dollars in exchange for your wife.”
“That’s it ass-hole get the fuck out of my house,” screamed Stan.
“Honey,” interupted Wendy. “I suggest you accept Dr Tanaka’s generous offer.”
“Yes, Mr Marsh. My offer is generous. That kind of money is worth a lot of cattle to the Masai. I have fucked your wife all week. She is no longer happy with your pathetic white man’s penis. She is hooked on black cock.”
Stan felt weak and the color drained from his face. Wendy hadn’t contradicted the black man. “H-honey, is this true?”
“Yes, Stan. I have sucked, fucked, and taken his superior black cock up my ass. You will never satisfy me now. I’m hooked on his giant black cock, it’s all I think about now.”
“Think about it Mr Marsh. I need to go home and make a quick call. When I come back, I am going to fuck your wife in your marital bed.”
This was all too much for Stan, his legs gave out and he fell to the floor with shock. Wendy ran upstairs and he followed. She was actually primping herself. She put on some make-up and brushed her hair before stripping and lying on the bed. He heard Mobutu slam the door as he returned.
“Wendy, I don’t want you to do this.”
“I have to Stan, it’s what I was born to do.”
“If you love me, you’ll end this now.”
Wendy just smiled sympathetically at him and sat up on the bed as Mobutu entered the bedroom. She thrust her breasts out prominately as if posing for the black man. Mobutu was already half-naked, like he had started stripping climbing the stairs. Stan’s wife reached up, pulling open his already unbuttoned pants. “Wendy stop,” he yelled at her then, “dear god.” Wendy was holding what looked like a black python in her hand. The black man’s cock was huge, he hadn’t been lying when he said it was thirteen inches.
Stan had been harboring murderous thoughts in his mind. There was a loaded gun in his dresser. He seriously considered getting it and putting a bullet into both of them, but he wasn’t really a violent man. Instead, as Wendy wrapped her lips around the black man’s cock, Stan’s dick got hard.
His penis became uncomfortable and he was forced to remove it, then touch it, soon he was stroking it as he watched his lovely wife deep throat the black man’s impossibly large cock.
Later, Stan swore his wife jerked her head back from the force of the black man’s orgasm. Sperm poured out of her mouth as Mobutu’s large load overflowed it. Stan started sobbing as he looked away, finding himself looking at his own cum drying and flaking on his abdomen. His orgasm was pathetic compared to the one the black man had just emptied into Wendy’s mouth. “Look master, my husband has his little worm in his hand.”
The black man just grinned at Stan and moved between Wendy’s legs. Soon Wendy was screaming with pleasure and speaking profanity as Mobutu pounded her pussy with his cock. Stan’s own dick had never gone down and he found himself stroking it again, cumming long before the black man. Mobutu was kneeling between Wendy’s legs with her legs in his arms. The position provided Stan with a disgusting view of the black cock pistoning in and out of Wendy’s pussy.
Stan came a few more times, his penis never deflating. He watched sperm pour out of Wendy’s pussy. He watched Mobutu order her on all fours before the black Masai fucked her for a while doggy style, then pushed his cock into her ass. Stan couldn’t help noticing the ease in which she recieved it.
Mobutu finally left early in the morning leaving Stan staring at his wife’s prone form. Stan went over to the dresser and was reaching for his gun when his legs suddenly turned weak and his erection finally disappeared. He walked on his knees and placed his face in Wendy’s sperm soaked pussy. He began eating her with gusto.
For the next two weeks, Stan slept on the couch while Mobutu took over his marital bed. When the black man left in the morning, Stan would crawl between his wife’s legs and suck Mobutu’s sperm out of her pussy. He lied to himself thinking he was doing this to keep her from getting pregnant, but knowing billions of sperm were assaulting her womb every day. Secretly he enjoyed doing it.
The last time he ate her out, she jumped up with a start and ran to the bathroom throwing up. She immediately called Mobutu and ran next door.
Mobutu escorted the pregnant woman out of the clinic. Wendy was beaming and constantly running her hand across her belly. This was what she wanted, not to be a lawyer, but to have dozens of black babies. “Where are we going?” she asked as they got in the limo.
“To the airport,” Mobutu said to the Kenyan driver. “Call and have the jet readied.”
Many black Africans helped Wendy aboard the jet, smiling at her. Mobutu turned to the limo driver and said something strange, “I need you to go to my house and burn what you find in the den. Do you understand?”
The driver nodded and bowed. Minutes later the lear jet took off into the sky bound for Africa.
Unfortunatly, the driver decided to stop for lunch before carrying out Mobutu’s orders.
Mobutu in his haste to get to the clinic had bumped into the dollhouse and knocked white Ken from it’s spot between Barbie’s legs. Stan’s murderous thoughts returned as soon as he saw the limo pull out of Dr Tanaka’s driveway. Stan was no dummy, he knew his wife was probably pregnant. He grabbed his gun and walked over to Mubutu’s house. He planned to wait for the limo to return and then shoot the couple as they entered the house. He broke the glass on the sliding door and walked into the house. Hie eyes falling on the dollhouse as he passed through the den.
Stan couldn’t believe his eyes. The Ken doll laying on the floor, the slutty sayings written on paper in the rooms, the black Ken lying nearby. The sperm-crusted Barbie lying on the bed with holes poked in her crotch and ass. Stan was a skeptic, barely believing in god, only going to church for Wendy, but this looked for the world like a set of voodoo dolls.
He picked up Ken and examined it, seeing the little hair stuck in glue on the dolls crotch. He pulled it off, and immediately felt a strange since of relief come over him. He picked up Barbie, noticing she had the glued hair also as well as a black baby drawn on her belly. He ripped her hair out too.
Stan picked up the black Ken. He was reaching for the hair when instead his hand moved up to the doll’s head. With a sudden jerk he turned the head around backwards and dropped the doll on the floor.
It was ruled a freak accident. Guards burst into the private room when the girl screamed. She was kneeling beside Prince Mobutu’s prone form. His cock was hard and glistened with her saliva. However, the shaman’s head was bent awkwardly backwards and his shallow breathing faded to nothing. The jet made an emergency landing in the Canary Islands.
Wendy was given the death penalty in Kenya for being alone with Mobutu when he fell and broke his neck, but King Usawe stayed the execution and took the white woman as one of his wives. Mobutu’s son was given to the tribe to raise as it’s new shaman. Wendy bore Usawe many children as she and the King’s five other wives tried to keep his carnal needs satisfied. She still lives in Kenya.