Mrs. Auden's Weakness


                   by Cuckolded_BlK_Male ©



    My husband and I live in Atlanta Georgia, just one of the thousands of young

    black professional couples whoíve migrated to 'Hotlanta' in recent years. Iím

    program director for a local talk radio station. My husband, Tyrell, is an

    accountant. We own a beautiful three bedroom colonial style home, just

    outside of Atlanta, where we live with our two children Carl and Camille.


    Iím a gorgeous woman and I know it. My face or more specifically my luscious

    full pouty lips paid my way through college. I was a lip model for a cosmetics

    company until I graduated. At 34 years old, I still think that Iíve got it. Iím 5í

    9Ĺ' tall. Iím very leggy and I weigh a voluptuous 150lb. I have the classic black

    womanís body, 38DDD‑ 24‑ 40. My husband still drools over my tiny waist and

    my big round ass. I have the kind of ass that young Black men call a

    ba‑dunka‑dunk. In other words, this thick sista puts J‑Lo to shame. I get my

    fair share of attention from men. In fact, I get much more than my fair share.

    Thatís what got me into this situation.


    It was about 7: 30 PM and I was working late as usual. The rest of the staff

    had long since departed. The only people left in the office were Jim Berman and

    me. Jim is whatís loosely called on air talent. Jim hosts a rather vulgar sports

    talk in show. Personally, Iíd just as soon fire him on principle, but heís very

    popular within the White male 18‑34 demographic. The man is a crude boorish

    sexist clod. Heís everything that I wouldnít want in a man. Thank God that my

    loving husband, Tyrell, is the polar opposite of that jerk.


    I could hear the show over the P.A. Jim was being his obnoxious self as usual,

    but something wasnít right. None of the current advertisersí spots were

    running. In fact there hadnít been a commercial break in about 20 minutes.

    Whatís going on in the both, I thought.


    I ran down the stairs, as fast as the 3 inch heals of my ChloŽ gold and

    burgundy pumps would allow. Trying to run in heels made my fat brown bubble

    butt wiggle like Jell‑O under the clingy silk‑wool blend of my form‑fitting Narciso

    Rodriguez skirt. I jogged down the long corridor to the broadcast both. The On

    Air light was flashing red, but looking through the window, it was clear that Jim

    wasnít in the booth. He had put in a tape of an old show and left in the middle

    both in the middle of his shift. 'Where is that jerk' I whispered to myself. 'This is

    the last straw. This time heís out of here!'.


    I searched up and down the halls for about 5 minutes, before I heard some

    noise coming from The Station Managerís office. I tried the door and it opened

    without resistance revealing Mr. Williamsí well appointed office suite. 'Now

    thatís odd', I thought. I was sure that Mr. Williams wasnít in his office at that

    time of night.


    The outer office was empty, and apparently hadnít been disturbed. There was

    a steady whooshing sound coming from the private bath room in the back of

    the office. Suddenly it stopped with a squeak of faucets being turned. Then I

    new that bastard Jim was trespassing in Mr. Williamsí office. Certainly he hadnít

    come all the way down here just to use the boss'sí toilet. I crept surreptitiously

    over to the door and pulled it, it too offered no resistance. The bathroom was

    full of steam, which made it difficult to see exactly what or who was in there.

    As it cleared I saw Jim standing there in front of Mr. Williamsí vanity with an

    idiotic shocked look on his face. He had just gotten out of the shower, and was

    soaking wet. He was wearing a small white towel around his waist and nothing



    'Do you know that a commercial spot hasnít run almost an hour?' I snapped at

    Jim. He just looked me right in the eyes and dead panned 'donít take that tone

    with me bitch.' 'Did you just call me a bitch?' I shouted incredulously, taking a

    step toward him and having every intention of slapping the taste out of his foul

    mouth. 'Did I st‑st‑st‑st‑stutter, Mrs. Auden?' said the obnoxious prick. 'Now

    why donít you clear out of here, and go back to what your pencil pushing Ö

    that is unless you want to help me dry off'. I couldnít believe that he had the

    audacity to challenge my managerial authority like that. I was so mad that I

    was shaking. I hissed through clenched teeth,' I donít care how good your

    ratings have been, you bastard! Iím going to have your job for this,' I shouted

    on the verge of incoherent rage. 'Insubordination and leaving the broadcast

    both, while you are supposed to be doing a live show, are reason enough to

    justify your termination!'


    Totally ignoring me, Jim turned and picked up a small toiletry bag. 'If you have

    a problem with me, take it up with Bob Williams. Heís the one who hired me', he

    said as he turned and walked over toward the sink. 'And as long as Iím bringing

    in the A‑List sponsors that line his pockets, you arenít firing anyone. Geez, you

    token Blacks get a title and you think you own the place.' He then took a can

    of shaving cream out of his bag and nonchalantly began to apply the foamy

    lather to his face. I didnít know what to say. Iíd never been spoken to in this

    manner. I was an executive, and he was merely a late night DJ. He turned from

    his shaving to ask me, 'Is there something else that you want?' As if on queue,

    his towel slipped from around his waist and fell in a heap at his feet.


    There I was a professional black woman with an MBA, a faithful wife and

    mother, standing in a bathroom, with my mouth wide open in shock, staring at

    a naked white man. My breathing came quick as I took in the sight before me.

    Iíd never noticed how much of a man Jim was. His body was taught and

    muscular. His chest and cut up wash board stomach were covered with a

    carpet of furry golden blond hair. But, what took my breath away was his cock.



    Jimís glistening, white, cock hung heavily between his legs. Iíd never seen a

    man with such enormous endowment. It was much longer limp than my

    husbandís 7Ĺ' dick was when fully erect. The massive thickly veined shaft was

    nearly as wide as the can of shaving cream in his hand. Capping Jimís huge

    white donkey dick was an obscenely bloated purple mushroom, the size of a

    toddlerís fist. I was hypnotized by pendulous swinging of his long fat hose. Jimís

    voice startled me back to reality.


    'Oh, so you like the works, huh? Why donít you touch it baby? It wonít hurt

    you.' I felt threatened and confused. This man was my subordinate. He was

    showing a total lack of respect for me and my position, but my pussy was

    suddenly tingling and moist. I didnít even reply to Jimís lewd comment. I just

    turned and ran out of the bathroom. I didnít stop running until I was back in my

    office. I sat at my desk trembling. My panties were soaked and an

    unexplainable sexual fear was spreading through me. I felt like a deer being

    stalked by wolf. 'Please donít let him come up here', I whispered to myself.


    Jim didnít even knock. He barged into my office, walking around my desk to

    stand right next to me. I felt that he could smell my fear and perhaps my

    arousal as well. He grabbed the back of my large leather office chair and turned

    me around to face him. By this time he had dressed, and was wearing a tight

    white T‑shirt that hugged his well toned torso. Jim was standing far too close,

    menacing me. He was in my personal space, and the huge bulge in his faded

    wrangler jeans was inches from my face. Casually he ripped open my silk

    blouse, and expertly unhooked my front‑latching lace bra. My big brown triple

    Ds spilled out and he cruelly pulled and pinched on my large, chocolate, grape

    sized nipples.


    I looked up into his cold steely blue eyes, silently pleading to be spared. All I

    saw there was animal lust. He reached down and casually unbuttoned his

    jeans. I gasped involuntarily. Jim licked his thin lips and sneered down at me,

    'You do the rest, you high and mighty bitch'. The harsh words burned in my

    ears. Iíd been hit on by white men many times. They were usually so meek and

    polite, almost to the point of being subservient. Jim was the opposite. He was a

    conqueror, and I was to be his next conquest and we both knew it.


    Jim quickly tired of my vacillation and took matters into his own hands. He

    reached out with a sinewy muscular tattooed arm and clutched a hand full of

    the long black hair pinned up in a bun on the top of my head. Suddenly my face

    was pressed into Jimís grapefruit sized basket. The rough denim scratched my

    face. I tried to pull away, but by this time I was offering only a token

    resistance. The intoxicating aroma of his shower fresh crotch was quickly

    eroding the little that I had left. The angry fat monster beneath the rough

    fabric was coming to life. It was swelling and lengthening down the leg of Jimís

    skin tight jeans. I could feel its pulsating heat against my cheek. I could resist

    this man no longer. I nuzzled my face against his gigantic denim covered cock.

    Even as I began to kiss the grotesque lump hanging down his leg, I wavered.


    I pleaded in a weak voice, 'Jim please, donít make me do this. Iím a married

    woman.' Jim threw back his head and laughed, 'Iím not making you do anything

    you arenít dying to do, you horny bitch. I bet that black pussy of yours is

    bubbling by now.' He released his tight grip on my hair. 'Get up and walk away if

    you donít want this big white cock buried your pretty brown pussy.' My pussy

    gushed at his words. 'Otherwise, shut up, quit whining about your Black bastard

    husband and wrap those big lips around my fat white cock. If you were such a

    fine married lady, then one look at this big white pussy‑stretcher wouldnít have

    made you so goddamned horny, you slut. That is just what you are, my married

    black slut.' Tears stained my cheeks as I surrendered to this cruel stud. Slowly

    I licked up his zipper, until I found the tab at the top. I clenched it in my teeth

    and pulled it down. I fully expected to be hit in the face with a hard white

    cock, but Jimís big horse dick was still jammed down the leg on his pants. With

    immaculately manicured hands, I grasped the belt hooks of his jeans and pealed

    them down off of his trim waste. Jimís jeans went down around his thighs. Still

    the head of his huge fat white cock was hidden from view.


    Gently I wrapped my fingers around the thick veiny shaft, and hauled it out. I

    realized at that moment that Jimís was the cock that Iíd always dreamed of. Its

    white shaft was in stark contrast to the brown of my long delicate fingers,

    which could not touch around its incredible girth. It was half hard. The massive

    purple head weighed it down so that it hung an inch from my moist trembling

    lips. I could feel the heat radiating off of it. A drop of clear pre‑ejaculate oozed

    from the angry looking slit in the tip of the swollen Mushroom head.


    Almost against my will, my long pink tongue snaked out and licked the bitter

    nectar from the hole. I scooted off my Italian leather office chair, and onto my

    knees. I was still feeling terrible guilt about cheating on my wonderful husband,

    but I belonged on my knees in front of Jim. Hungrily, I ran my tongue all around

    the fat head of his cock. It tasted so good. 'You have such a big cock baby' I

    purred, looking up into Jimís eyes. I lifted his heavy dick and slathered its hot

    underbelly with my juicy lips and tongue. Jim growled back, 'Thatís it bitch,

    thatís how I like my black women, on their knees with my cock in their mouth.' I

    reached out and cradled his low slung furry balls in my hand. They were the

    size of goose eggs. With my other hand, I hefted the rigid log and kissed the

    drooling head. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and wrapped my luscious

    full lips around Jimís fat white Cock.


    Jim harsh demeanor softened slightly once I began fellating his oversized penis

    in earnest. I really couldnít get much more than the head in my mouth. That

    thing looked like it belonged on a mule. I stuffed my mouth with his fat white

    cock. I could feel the deliciously distended head butting against the back of my

    throat, gagging me. My lust for his king sized man meat overcame the choking

    reflex, and the growing ache in my jaw. I welcomed the assault on my throat. I

    desperately wanted to swallow this big white fuck stick. I firmly but gently

    massaged his big bloated balls, and the sensitive area just behind them. I

    wanted to milk a hot gooey load out of those big fat balls. Taking my mouth off

    Jimís huge dick, I looked at it admiring its tremendous size and hardness. I

    licked every fat juicy inch. Ducking my head under his baseball bat of a cock, I

    slurped and gargled on Jim's big hairy white balls. At 11:30, when I realized that

    he wasnít in the both, I had been his boss, Mrs. Auden. One hour later I was

    his brown sugar cock slut. I was on my knees worshiping his big white dick, and

    my juicy black pussy was soppy wet. Jim fisted his mighty woman taming cock,

    causing the huge helmet head to swell even further. With one hand he, again,

    grasped my hair. With the other he wiped his drooling penis round and round my

    pouty lips, like a giant lipstick.


    He began to cruelly tease me. Taking his sweet cock out of the reach of my

    hungry mouth, then slapping me with it. I held my face up willingly for him to

    dick slap. He then let go of his white monster cock. It bounced heavily, sticking

    out 11ĺ inches from his blond pubic bush. Without warning he pulled me to my

    feet. 'Strip', was his only command. By that time I was his whore. He didnít

    have to tell me twice.


    I tore at my remaining clothes to follow Jimís orders, but also needing to be

    naked in front of this Stud. When all my clothes lay in a heap on the floor

    except my red thong panties, Jim grabbed my arm roughly and pushed me over

    my desk. I didnít dare resist. My head and shoulders hung over the opposite

    side of the desk. But my big brown breasts were mashed into the unyielding

    mahogany desk. I heard movement, and I knew that Jim was removing his tight

    wranglers. My fat juicy pussy ached to feel the penetration that would surely

    come next. Jim hooked his strong fingers into the waistband of my red silk

    panties, and unceremoniously ripped them off me.


    He slapped my fat booty lightly. He squeezed it and kneaded it. I could tell that

    he appreciated the big ass that my momma had given me and which he was

    taking from my unsuspecting husband. Most men canít resist a black womanís

    round bubble butt. I was holding my rump up to give him full access to it. His

    strong hands were like magic on my soft plump derriere. Suddenly, I heard a

    whooshing sound, followed by a crack, very much like a fire cracker. The pain

    quickly followed, exploding across the smooth Surface of my ass. Jerking my

    head around, I was horrified to see Jimís arm raised high above his head. In his

    tightly clenched fist was his belt, doubled over. Whoosh, down came his arm,

    the leather belt bit deeply into my tender bottom. CRACK, red hot leather

    scorched my naked exposed ass. 'Owwh, please, please', I begged abandoning

    the last shreds of dignity. CRACK, I was squirming, desperately trying to escape

    the terrible sting of the punishment that Jim was inflicting on me. CRACK! He

    placed his strong hand in the small of my back, and held me down. CRACK! I

    was helpless to resist the whipping that I was being forced to take. Sobbing

    like a recalcitrant little girl, who suddenly finds herself over her daddyís knee,'

    please, ugghh, please Jim, owwwh, please stop!' 'Thatís it baby wiggle that big

    ass for me' was Jimís reply. 'The next time you raise your voice to me, you sexy

    black slut, Iíll whip the skin off your ass!' For emphases, Jim assaulted my up

    turned booty with a final flurry of burning hot strokes. 'Ughhh, Ughhh' I cried,

    totally broken. My tortured whelped ass burned like fire, but my pussy was

    running like a faucet.


    Jim positioned himself behind me, forcing my legs further apart. The hard desk

    was woefully uncomfortable and heat radiated from my injured butt. 'You ready

    to get fucked Mrs. Auden?', Jim sneered at me. My thoughts were instantly of

    my family. How was this happening? My mind was screaming, get up Ö donít let

    him do this. My lustful body would have none of it. My silent reply was to arch

    my back and hold my ass up high, offering the free access to my aching

    sopping wet pussy to the man whoíd just whipped me. My betrayal of my

    husband was complete when I felt the hot blunt head of Jimís cock pressing

    against my hungry tight black pussy.


    'Mmmmm', I moaned at the first contact of his fat cock against my shiny wet

    pussy lips. Jim grabbed his huge dick and wiped the drooling head up and down

    my wet slit, coating his giant mushroom‑head with my wetness. Electric shocks

    ran through my body when that big white dick rubbed over my fat distended

    clit. I was involuntarily humping back against His cock. I wanted it inside of my

    body, where it could do the most damage. Jim lined up that swollen white billy

    club with my pink hole, and pushed. I moaned as I felt my pussy yawning,

    trying to accommodate the oversized head. It wouldnít go in. 'Ughhh' I grunted

    as he tried again to force his monstrous cock into my tight pussy. Iíd never had

    a man with such a huge cock. Jimís white donkey dick dwarfed my husbandís

    more than adequate penis. Jim walked away into the Mr. Williams bathroom. He

    returned with a jar of Vaseline.


    Jim walked around to the other side of the desk and stood in front of me. His

    huge fat cock swung pendulously in front of my face. I followed the bobbing

    plum sized head with my mouth, hungrily licking and sucking, tasting my own

    juices mixed with his dick drool. 'You need to wear a condom Jim. Iím not on

    any type of birth control, and its around the time that I should be ovulating.'

    Jim didnít say a word in reply. 'Jim, Iím a married woman, please donít do this to

    me' I pleaded emphatically, all the while slavishly swabbing his fleshy, white,

    horse cock with my tongue. 'Look!' Jim snarled. 'You want to get fucked, or

    donít you? Either way, I give less than a fuck! Iím going to fuck your tight black

    pussy raw, and without any god damned condom getting in my way. The

    fucking things never fit anyway. Iím going to fuck you until you cry on my big

    white cock, and then Iím going to dump a load of Aryan sperm knee deep in

    your furry black cunt. If youíve got a fucking problem with that, tough! Now

    shut the fuck up and grease my cock up!' He handed me the Vaseline. 'Please,

    you canít do this. Iím fertile right now', I sobbed in vain, while massaging the

    thick grease into his big veiny muscle cock. 'Hey, thatís a problem for you and

    your piece of shit husband', he chuckled. 'Be sure to tell that big black bastard

    that I said your fat brown sugar pussy belonged to me from the moment I laid

    eyes on you.' He walked back around behind me, and bumped the gigantic shiny

    knob against my tight hole. 'Now open up and give me that black pussy', he

    said as he grabbed my shoulder with one hand, and pulled me back against his

    crotch. His massive purple cock‑head forced its way past my nether lips into

    the mouth of my defenseless pussy. My tight opening yawned painfully around

    the incredible girth of his magnificent manhood. 'Arggghhhh', I screamed. 'Oh

    God, its too big. Please! Ugghhh, take it out. Pleeeeeease, Jim just for a

    second. Ahhhhh, youíre killing me! Youíre too big Jim.' I flailed around, trying to

    dislodge the massive intruder from my tightly stretched pussy. Jim used his

    superior strength to hold me down, bent over the large rather ostentatious

    looking desk. Only the head and an inch or two of the shaft were in me. It felt

    like there was an arm stuck in my pussy. Every time I moved, trying to ease

    the pressure of being forced open by that big cock, Jim would follow my

    movements. He kept a steady pressure, slowly dilating my tender vaginal barrel

    with his overpowering tool. I could feel his throbbing monster growing even

    larger. He was aroused by my struggling. I was stuck, skewered on the end of

    Jimís big white spear.

    Jim kept one hand in the small of my back to keep me from wiggling off of his

    fat cock. He grabbed a handful of my hair with the other hand, and pulled my

    head back, reigning me in like an unruly mare. As I screamed from the

    discomfort of having my hair pulled, Jim caught me off guard and plowed half of

    his 11ĺ' white cock into my over‑stretched black pussy. 'Ummmmmfh!' The

    wind was knock out of me. Jim was suddenly deep in my womb. He began to

    fuck me relentlessly. 'Ummmph, ummmph, ummmph, oh God, Ummph, Your dick,

    Ummph, Jim, Ummph your dick...' I grunted like a stuck pig. Jim kept pounding

    my spasming black pussy. My pussy was clutched so tightly around his

    mammoth shaft, that as he pulled it halfway out on each stroke, I could feel

    my pink pussy hole being pulled inside out.


    'Whoís black pussy is this', Jim demanded. He yanked my hair back to let me

    know what my answer should be. I was too far gone to resist his power. He

    was a super‑stud and he knew it. 'Its yours Jim. Uggghhh, just, ugghhh, keep,

    ugghhh, fucking meeeeeee!' The intensity of my orgasm momentarily blinded

    me. Iíd never had a purely vaginal orgasm before. But, there I was, coming all

    over a white manís dick. 'Oohhhh shit, Ughhh, this is your black pussy, Daddy,

    Ughhhh, fuck it, Ughhh, fuck it hard!!!!'

    My orgasm set Jim off. He began bucking into me like a wild beast. His huge low

    hung balls were slapping against my swollen clit. All 11 inches of his wrist thick

    horse cock were plowing my fertile pussy, rearranging my insides. I was

    delirious from the intoxicatingly mixture of pleasure and pain. Iíd never been so

    stuffed in all of my life. Jim was touching parts of my womb that had never

    been stimulated. The fat spongy head of his oversized manhood pounded my

    cervix like a jackhammer. I just kept coming, one orgasm being overlapped by

    the next, in waves of pure ecstasy. Jim rhythm became erratic. He jerked into

    me, stabbing my womb with his blunt sword. He threw back his head and

    howled like Coyote in heat. Then I felt his huge cock spasming in my womb, as

    he emptied his big nuts deep in my fertile belly.


    After his orgasm subsided, Jim ease his semi hard pussy stretcher out of my

    ravaged black pussy. It was covered with a gooey mixture of his and my cum.

    My pussy gaped open. I felt empty, and very sore. Jim sat on the edge of the

    desk and lit a cigarette. 'Clean my cock bitch' he ordered in a no nonsense

    tone. I submissively scooted off the desk and fell to my knees, a copious

    amount of white manís cum oozing out of my ravaged brown sugar pussy. I

    licked every nook and cranny of Jimís delicious dick, the dick that had brought

    me so much pleasure and pain, and the dick that had totally mastered me.


    I went home to my husband with a sore open pussy. He could tell that Iíd had

    a hard day, so being the sweetheart that he is; he drew me a warm bubble

    bath. There were scented candles all around the bathroom, and rose petals

    floating in the bath water. On a table near the tub was a bottle of Dom chilling

    in ice, and a small dish full of fresh chocolate covered strawberries. The

    soothing melodious sound of Jazz was coming from the built‑in Bose speakers in

    the walls. My husband knelt next to the tub and bathed me, massaging every

    inch of my ravaged body. While he did that, I sipped Champagne from a gilded

    flute, and nibbled on strawberries dipped in Godiva chocolate. After my bath,

    Tyrell toweled me off, and wrapped me in a luxurious white terry‑cloth robe. He

    picked my up effortlessly and carried me into the bedroom. He was disappointed

    that I wouldnít let him make love to me, but unbeknown to him, I was all fucked

    out for the evening. My husband had prepared heated fragrant oils which were

    on the nightstand. He lovingly and dutifully massaged my aching body until I

    drifted off into a deep sleep...filled with dreams of Jim Berman's big white cock.


    I love my husband and Iíd never leave him. But, though I despise that White

    bastard and his big white Sista‑taming‑cock, I can't say no to my new white

    Master. Iím sure itís just a matter of time until he has me butt‑naked and

    screaming, with my fat juicy black pussy impaled on his all‑conquering 11ĺ

    inch, beer‑can‑thick, white, horse‑cock!



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