Interracial Erotic Stories

For a moment she sat in silence and denial with her chin against her bare chest, her mind in turmoil as she looked at his dark hand upon her bare breast. She had known that as he was telling his story he was removing her blouse and bra and now with his fingers pulling and stretching her nipples she didn't need to hear his threat of exposure to know what he wanted and what was expected of her. Angelia, with a tortured look in her eyes, stared into Warren's smiling face as with a small squeaking voice said it was all a mistake, that she was a good girl, the wife of a Preacher and would never do what he said she did. Laughing he told her she was like all the rest, doing whatever she wanted as long as she thought she could get away with it, but this time she'd been caught and whether she wanted to blame her actions on drinking or whatever it was time to pay the piper. Tightening his fingers over her right nipple he squeezed as with a smirking voice he said she was just a horny slut that had just been looking for some excuse to let herself go and then his hand touched the back of her head telling her to get busy. With her memory clouded with only snatches of ghost like shadows whispering to her along with a sensation of rapturous bliss she was at a lose to understand what had really happened. If only she could remember, but she couldn't, and what about the pictures? Would anyone believe they were doctored, that he'd had her face airbrushed in, she doubted it. So along with his vivid narration of that nights events and her inability to refute the authenticity of the pictures she was left with no choice and her fingers loosened his pants after which with a slight lifting of his buttocks from the seat on his part she pulled his pants from his hips exposing his genitalia. With the instinct of survival upper most in her mind along with not wanting to shame her husband or to have his congregation learn what she'd done, she willingly slipped under his control. Without resistance to the hand lightly resting on the back of her head she moved downward as his whispered voice commanded her to suck his nigger cock. Seeing no other option and having little choice her mouth opened and with less then two inches separating his cock from her puckered lips her nose wrinkled as his musky odor wafted up, and there in the front seat of her car in a public parking lot her acceptance of his cock between her lips signaled her surrender to what ever he might demand of her both now and in the future. Her fervent hope that he would be satisfied with using her maybe once every week or so was a forlorn one, and so too was the hope that only he would use her, but in both cases she was sadly mistaken. Before the month was out she was entertaining not only him but quite a few of his friends as well, and not just once every week or so but several times a week, and to compound her shame he continued to take pictures. Despite his assurances that the pictures were only for his use, as a means to keep her in line she sensed differently though she couldn't prove anything, and as far as his friends, well nobody had that many and she strongly suspected he was pimping her, but again she really couldn't prove anything. She was right on both counts of course, but as to the extent of his manipulation of her she had no idea, but even if she had, could or would she have done anything differently? Point of fact and unknown to her, because his picture collection was becoming so huge and because he thought that people would pay to see her shameless display he'd had a friend build a web site where for a nominal membership fee a person could view, or download as many pictures of her as one wished. Of course if you didn't have a printer or you just wished to have a better copy, you could purchase as many prints as you wanted for only a couple of bucks apiece. Warren was rather proud of himself, he had but with the one time use of a couple of drops of the date drug Rybonial loosened Angelia's inhibitions. A drink or two, the company of several men, some off color suggestive remarks along with the groping of her body while they danced with her, and finally the exposure of a multitude of men's cocks had made it very easy for him to turn the petite Preacher's wife into his personal money maker. A slut that three times a week for the last five weeks he'd sold to perhaps three or four dozen brothers as well as taken at least five hundred pictures of. Yes, Warren was very proud of himself because he'd accomplished it all simply by showing her the pictures he'd taken that night, he hadn't threatened her, simply hinted at the possibility of exposure while letting her fears and vivid imagination do the rest. His original reason, believe it or not, had been because he was sexually attracted to her, her petite body and gracefulness had made her irresistible and when his plan had worked even better then he'd expected, the prospect that he'd be able to shove his eight inch black cock into her slim white body whenever he wanted was just too damn good to pass up. The money hadn't come until after several of his friends became aware he was porking her and it was then that he'd decided to pimp her. The money was good, his customers hadn't minded that he took pictures, in fact he'd sold several of the pictures back to them and then one of them had suggested he post the photos on the Internet. It had snowballed from there and now where he got most of his money was from a web site that a friend had helped him set up, a site simply called "The Preacher's Wife." So besides the money he was making from selling her petite curvaceous body he was making money hand over fist off the Internet. Someone visiting the web site would first see a smiling conservatively dressed pretty strawberry blonde, all prim and proper, standing before a church with bible in hand along with a bio assuring the visitor that she was indeed the wife of a Preacher and though they were originally from the north they were now living in a southern city with a large Negro population. Her husband the Minister of a Southern Baptist congregation of perhaps five hundred souls was aware of her efforts to spread joy to others less fortunate, showing them by action and deed that they were loved. A click of the button brought up her vital stats, saying she was a mere five foot three inches tall and one hundred and four pounds, with petite but firm measurements of 34 x 21 x 33 along with two teaser photos.