The Ivory Club Ch. 01

Jane groaned, it was true, she was his whore. Saying it would be the final admission that she was fully subjugated to his evil will. That she would do whatever she told him. Fuck him wherever and whenever he wanted. Up until now, by not admitting it, she had somehow convinced herself that she had not become his slut and could, despite sucking his cock, remain "faithful" to Peter - i.e. not fuck Charles.

But at the same time she wanted be his whore, wanted to feel his cock in her, be treated roughly with no thought for her feelings. The more abuse he meted out, the more Jane liked it. She felt utterly helpless in the presence of this black man.

"Yes, I am your bitch whore" she finally admitted. It was her destiny to serve this black man, and Peter does now know, does he?"

"Now ask me kindly to fuck you in arse with my big black cock".

The young wife did not say a thing, instead she just moaned. She desperately wanted him to fuck him her pussy but she knew that he wanted to humiliate her by taking her white married arse.

Charles resumed his spanking.

Wanting to please this man, Jane looked at Charles in the mirror and licking her lips said, "P-please fuck me in my bottom with your big black cock".

"Well, now that you have asked, I will have to oblige.

Reach back with your hand and guide my cock to your arse".

Jane reached back and felt for his cock. Her tiny hand grasped it, once again it was rock hard, and if anything it felt harder and wider than it did when she had had her face fucked. Indeed, Charles could not remember the last time he had felt so hard. The sight of her perfect pretty arse, a dark shade of red from his spanking and all lovingly set off by her innocent lingerie, about to be fucked by his giant cock was too much. He genuinely wondered whether she could take it all, few women could but he was confident that he could fully break this slut.

She nervously placed his cock at the entrance of her anus and then withdrew her hand. Charles took over, marveling at the way his black cock contrasted with the redness of her bottom.

Slowly and gently at first he pushed his cock up against her anal opening. She resisted at first, but with increased force her sphincter yielded and Charles was able to insert the head of his cock in to her bottom. She screamed out load with pain, desperately trying to crawl away but Charles held on to her waist firmly, preventing her from moving away from his dick, his big black hands almost circling her tiny white waist.

"No p-please don't. It's too big. Way to big. Can't. Won't fit in". Was all she cried.

"Shut up, bitch"

And with that he slowly inserted several more inches so that now half his cock was buried up her bum. God she was tight, he thought. He decided to give her a few moments to get used to the size.

Jane was still desperately trying to get away, screaming out load for him to stop. All the while her he held on to her tightly.

"Please don't, it hurts too much. Fuck my pussy, my mouth anything. Ohhhhh..." She cried, her hands now clutched the sheets so tightly her knuckles had gone white. But still she kept her arse raised high up for him.

"Slut, you will take my cock all the way up you arse, whether you like it or not."

Just a few feet away, Peter watched, furiously wanking himself off as he looked in on the amazing scene ahead. Jane's face was contorted with agony, whilst Charles face was screwed up in determination. The absolute determination to bugger his young wife. Peter had no feelings of stopping the obscene events ahead of him, even if he could. Instead he felt the bizarre desire to see his small wife buggered by this giant man. To see whether her tiny frame could really accommodate such a giant cock in her bottom. Silently, he willed Charles on to finish the job and fuck his wife up the bum.

And that's what Charles did. He decided the best way forward, amidst all the howls of protest was to go deeper, and he pushed a further 10 inches in, leaving just 2 inches out. He decided if he went any more she may faint. Ignoring her screams of protests, he now slowly moved his cock in and out, but only removed and reinserted a few inches. Charles for the first time this evening, whilst sodomising the young wife, decided to be considerate, and not immediately be too rough.

After a while, Jane's resistance began to subside and the protests stopped. Leaning back Charles began to slide more and more of his cock in and out of her, all the while gently slapping her buttocks. Jane looked up, she saw her mouth open in shock, her large tits swaying back and forth and this huge black man behind her with an evil grin, dick up her virgin ass and his hand coming down on her upturned ass cheeks.

"How does it feel to have a black man's cock up your married white arse?"

"Oh please, stop, it is way too big"

"Admit it, you love having this giant cock up your ass".

It was true, she did. The initial feelings of pain were beginning to subside and were being replaced by ones of arousal. Her pussy once more was dripping wet.

"How do you think you husband would feel if he knew you like to be buggered?"

"Oh please stop, you are b-buggering my poor bottom"

Not for the first time she lied to cover up her how she felt. But unfortunately for Jane her body had already started to betray how she truly felt. Without knowing it, she had started to push her bum back on to Charles's dick so that he was able to slide at least 6 inches comfortably in and out, always leaving 4 inches permanently in. As with the fucking of her mouth, Jane responded well to the rough treatment meted out, be it the spanking or his crude domineering language. She loved to be treated and talked to like a whore.

Charles now grabbed hold of her hair, jerking her head back and started to fuck her mercilessly. Within no time he was able to slide all 12 inches in to her.

"Beg me to fuck your ass, bitch"

"Oh God yes, please fuck my married white ass with you big black cock. Oh God, yes. So fucking good. Fuck me harder with that big black cock".

The slut learnt well.

And with that Charles started to hammer into her, all the while he holding on to her blonde hair, pulling her head back, telling what a naughty slutty wife she was, did her husband know that she liked it up the arse and how he enjoyed fucking her. His other hand reached under her to grab her swaying tits. Kneading them roughly, leaving big red marks.

Unsurprisingly Jane came several times in response to this rough treatment and the way it looked to her in the mirror ahead - this giant black man behind her, up her arse, fucking her roughly. She hoped Smith was capturing everything, she wanted Charles and his friends to enjoy her performance on film also. As she came she pleaded for him to fuck her harder, to treat her like his bitch.

And he did. He now let go of her hair and started to fuck her violently for at least 10 minutes. Jane's tits shook in response to the assault and Jane came again and again, all the time managing to keep her arse high up in the air for him.

Sweat now covered all of Charles's body. He was close to cuming. His muscles and neck began to tense up. But before he came, he held back, he had one last obscene act to perform on this young wife. He pulled his dick out of her bum.

"Kneel on the floor, bitch".

Jane was confused, she was convinced he would take pleasure in her bowels. But she did what she was told and knelt on the floor, in front of him.

His dick was now hovering directly in front of her mouth.

"Suck it", he ordered.

Peter was shocked. Surely his young conservative wife would never place that thing in her mouth after it had been up her bum? He was wrong.

Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and Charles slid all 12 inches effortlessly down her throat. So willing was she to serve this man, she was quite happy to allow him to fuck her mouth straight after it had been up her arse.

He now fucked her face and, feeling exhausted, he allowed Jane to do all the work. Her merely stared down at her eyes as she looked up at him and watched in appreciation as she moved her head up and down his cock, loudly slurping in the process.

He was very impressed that he had not needed to use any force to persuade Jane to take his cock in her mouth after it had been up her arse. Charles had often found girls a little reluctant to do so but Jane was quite special. For a good few minutes she blew him off furiously.

And then, as his sweat covered muscled body all tensed up, he threw his neck back and emitting sound that you would normally hear in the jungle, groaned loudly as he came, emitting copious amounts of spunk down the throat of this young innocent wife.

Jane, as a dutiful slut, swallowed every last drop, determined not to displeasure Charles. She had not, even for a second, questioned the order to put his cock in her mouth after it had been up her bum. Indeed, the thought had spurred her on and she had eagerly bobbed her head up and down the monster, taking it all in, kneading his balls so that he could relieve himself once more down her mouth. It was the least she could do, after the glorious way he had treated her tonight.

After a minute or so of Jane milking his cock for every last drop of cum, Charles withdrew his now rapidly deflating penis from her mouth. He was exhausted. If he was a few years younger, he would have had the stamina to fuck her young pussy, but not tonight. He was done for the evening.

And for the first time since they had left the study, Charles spoke in a gentle, kind manner, "Thank you my dear. That was quite wonderful. You are a very talented young lady, and I will have no hesitation in recommending to my friends that they meet with you.

But it is now getting late and I must rest. And that delightful husband of yours must be wondering where you are. Why don't you freshen up in the bathroom over there and I will get Smith to drive you home. I will be in touch".

And with that Charles left the room, leaving Jane kneeling on the floor happy in the knowledge that he had initiated one of the finest sluts he had met into The Ivory Club.

She was a little taken aback with his change in manner. She had hoped that he would have been able to fuck her pussy, it was ready for him after the ass to mouth episode. She had not expected a return to the gentlemanly old lawyer routine so quickly after she had seen this man viciously fucked both her mouth and arse.

Reluctantly she got up and, collecting her clothes, made her way to a door in the far corner of the room which Charles had pointed out to her as the bathroom.

Meanwhile, in the adjoining room, sat, completely unbeknown to Jane, her husband, Peter, who had been forced to watch everything, from every angle, thanks to the video that Smith was recording. He had seen his once prim conservative wife, change to a rampant slut who loved being spanked, having her arse and mouth fucked. And in the process Peter had jacked off three times. Whilst initially a reluctant voyeur, he had surprised himself by how much he had willed his boss on to fuck his wife and bring out the slut in her.

He zipped himself up and waited to be released from this room. Within a few minutes the door was unlocked and Smith, whose expression was blank despite obviously gaining much pleasure from watching the young wife get mouth and ass fucked, politely ushered Peter out and led him towards the front door.

"Mr Jackson asked me to express his gratitude to you for allowing Mrs Redman to participate in today's interview. I think we call all say it went very well".

Peter looked down at the floor in complete humiliation. It was awful, allowing this black brute to openly talk about the way that had all enjoyed watching Jane get fucked.

"Mr Jackson also asked me whether you would like a lift home, it is late?"

"Err...". The last thing Peter wanted was a lift home with this brute of a man. "But what about Jane, I thought you were going to drop her off..."

"I have ordered a taxi for Mrs Redman. Now let's head to the car shall we?"

It was of course a rhetorical question and Smith walked Peter out of the flat, to the lift and down to the car park where Charles's large black limo waited. It was a very large limo, one where at the back you had two large seats facing one another, with room for drinks and a TV etc. All the windows were blacked, out making it impossible to see who was in the car. Charles opened the front passenger seat for Peter, he was not going to be allowed to sit in the back in comfort, as he had hoped, but rather sit next to the driver, Smith, who would no doubt talk all the way through, winding him up about what had just gone on.

Peter got in. Smith went around to the driver's door, opened it and said "Would you believe it I have forgotten something, wait there, I will be back in a minute". And with that, he left Peter sitting in the car and went back upstairs.

"Dumb nigger", Peter thought. With the odd exception, such as Charles, they were all a waste of space. Good for very little, other than fucking, perhaps?

Five minutes later, Peter heard footsteps and, to his horror, there was Smith and Jane! What was he doing? Now she would know that he had seen everything. That was never part of the deal. He shifted down so she could not see him.

Smith opened the back passenger door for Jane and she got in. She did not know that Peter was in the front since separating the back seats from the driver was a black window which allowed no visibility from the back whatsoever. Of course from the driver's side, you could clearly see in. Charles's penchant for two way mirrors extended to cars as well as studies.

Smith got in, seeing Peter almost sitting on the floor he could not help but laugh.

"Don't worry, she can't see a thing, the window only allows us to see through."

Peter got up and nervously looked back, he was right, she again had no idea. He was there.

Peter noted how Jane looked, once more she looked like a prim and proper conservative wife. Her grey coat was done up tightly so as not to reveal her short flared skirt that could barely cover her bum, or her tight shirt which could barely contain her tits. She had managed to tidy up hair, clean her face of any remnants of Charles's spunk and reapplied her red lipstick. She looked like she had just been to one of those WASP ladies dinners that happen all the time in down town Manhattan, instead of just coming out of an apartment where she had been violently fucked by a black man.

She put her small hands in her lap and with a contented look starred out of the window.

Smith set off, not a word was spoken between the two men.

As they drove Jane thought through what had happened. My God there was no denying it, she had loved it. The way he brutally treated her, spanked her bottom, which was still sore, brutally fucked her mouth, twice, and then without mercy, ignoring her pleas, took her arse. Few men could pull it off. Few men could bring out the submissive nature in her. But she now knew what she had always secretly suspected. She wanted to be dominated by big black men.

But what about Peter, dutifully waiting for her at home, she supposed? She loved him and decided she needed to be strong and, for the sake of their marriage, despite her desire to be fucked again by Charles and other black men, she would now always be faithful. She could resist the temptation of black cock, couldn't she? The fact that her pussy was again dripping wet having relived the events told its own story...

After a few minutes of trying to negotiate the downtown NY traffic, Smith decided to go through the back roads. Peter assumed it was to find a short cut. God it was desperately run down in some parts of the neighborhood. And why were we going down such a narrow dark street Charles wondered? Smith had taken them to the back streets of Manhattan, to one of the less desirable parts of town. He knew this area well, since this is where he was from. The alley he was in now was very narrow, there were large buildings on either side and rubbish carts everywhere. It was also deserted, no one these days, other then tramps, visited here. It used to be occupied by thugs and criminals, like Smith, but Giuliani had got rid of all those people years ago.

Smith stopped the car and looking at Smith, in a menacing tone said, "Stay here and don't move".

And with that he got out of the car and walked over to the rear passenger door opened it and got in next to Jane.

Jane, who like Peter, had become concerned at the detour and with the car coming to a stop, moved over and allowed Smith in. Smith was huge, similar height, to Charles, but was if anything even more muscular and more intimidating. That was helped by his sheer ugliness, his 3 inch scar don the side of his face and two front gold teeth which now flashed at Jane as he smiled at her. Saying nothing, his hand went to her coat belt and undid it, opening it out revealed her slutty outfit. He helped her take her coat off. Once again her tits heaved up and down at this completely unexpected turn of events. Still not saying a word and just smiling at her, he roughly grabbed one of her tits and started to maul it. He then placed one of his hands on her legs, which had remained crossed, and moved it up so it came to lie on the flesh above her stockings.

Peter was, of course, watching everything. Like Jane, he had not been prepared for this. He was utterly transfixed with what was going on. Jane was groaning as Smith molested her still covered breasts, but it was the contrast between the two, which was even more striking than it had been with Charles, which made this particular tableau so fascinating. Not only did Smith's massive frame make Jane look even more tiny, it was his ugliness compare to her stunning angelic beauty which made it so absurd.

Jane was beginning to find the whole situation a turn on, being, she thought alone, with this ugly giant black man, a man who was obviously not afraid of violence and who would not hesitate to rape her, if she refused whatever he wanted. And being in this seedy part of town, where a vagrant or violent criminal could watch them. She moaned loudly at the prospect...

But she was determined to be faithful. But maybe she could have one last go, after all she really did have no choice this time, did she? Smith was no Charles. If need be, she knew he would violently rape her.

"W-what do you want?" she whispered.

His ugly scar face smiled down on Jane, "Do you think I would spend all that time making that fuck fest video for Jackson and his ponsy friends if I was not able to sample the goods?

"I want to fuck you too, and fuck you hard. You cant get enough of black dick, can you bitch?".

"Oh p-please. I want to go home, to my husband. I can't..." she really knew that she had no choice but to fuck this ugly man. And she actually wanted to, despite the obvious concern that he could be too rough.

"Of course you can. Now kneel in front of me and get my dick out."

She hesitated.

"Do it, bitch, don't make me force you."

And with that, Jane obeyed. She crawled off her seat to kneel between Smith's legs, which he had now spread, placed her hands on his lap and started to unzip him. Smith meanwhile reached back to flip up her small flared mini skirt on to her back and told her to spread her legs and stick her aarse out. When she did he gave it a few slaps.

Peter now had a wonderful view of his wife's arse being spanked. He noted that she was not wearing knickers, just her stockings and suspenders, Charles must have kept her thong. He could also already see that her pussy was looking wet.

When his cock sprung out, Smith sat back and, starring at Jane, said, "That's it girl, rub it up and down like that. Good girl, you are a real natural at this..."