Kym's Day of Reckoning

"Even my husband never committed this kind of outrage," she shot back, her voice again filled with sexual tension.

"I'm not your husband, bitch," I replied, with a snicker, caressing her clitty, "and besides, can you think of a better way of getting back at him for turning you into a whore, than by letting other men have what you refused to give him?"

"I, I see your point ... Master," and this time when she said Master it wasn't forced as she laid back into me there on the couch with my Nigger dick lodged firmly up her backside, and my hands roaming freely over her lush body.

"Mmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmm. I definitely do."

Kym was already turning over towards my side of this deal. Her husband almost forgotten in her headlong fall into my depths of depravity. I knew she hadn't been with a lot of men before getting married. And too, her husband of five months was no real stud in bed either, as he'd only been able to make her cum with his tongue, as she explained to me later when we were up in her marriage bed just before he returned home from work.

I took my time fucking her ass as this was her first time, but in the end Kym was bouncing up and down on my big black cock of her own free will, and loving it even more than when I shanked her pussy. Begging me to cream in her bottom like I had in her cunt, and afterwards even licking my shit stained dick clean of our co-mingled juices to show her appreciation. By 4pm, Kym truly did belong to me, body, and soul. And the man who stood in the entryway of their bedroom, starring in as we smoked our cigarettes with my cum draining out of every hole she owned was her husband in name only. But that's better left for the next installment of this tale I think.

As Always

I Am the

Dirt Man

Kym's Day of Reckoning

by Dirt Man©

Part II:

I think the best part of having a beautiful married white slut as my own personal property is the look on her husband's dumbfounded face when he finds her in his own marriage bed with me, leaking my slimy black seed from every hole she owns. Naked, and grinning through the smoke of an after sex cigarette, after 5 solid hours of fucking her that is, we were taking a break when Nile's showed up. He stood there in the doorway, a suit coat in hand, a pocket organizer in his shirt, and that Dexter dumb ass look of astonishment on his face with a tent in his trousers.

It had all been Niles idea to have me seduce his wife of five months with some bullshit gambling debt. We'd met over the internet, in an interracial chat room that catered to white wimps looking for the right black man to fuck their wives. We chatted some, exchanged pictures, me of me, and him of his wife Kym. She was an absolute knock out, if the pictures were really of her, so I asked him for his address, and did a little recon work. It was indeed the same white goddess as in the pictures Niles had sent me, and I immediately agreed to his plan to have me seduce Kym.

The only thing was, I changed the deal. Niles wanted a one-time contact, a single piece of ass, so to speak, getting him out of a bogus casino debt, as it were. I talked him into signing a bogus contract that gave me legal rights to his wife's flesh for as long as I wanted her. He whined, but eventually he did sign, and initial each and every page. When Kym saw the contract, and was faced with two choices, give in, or let her husband take a real beating, she gave in, and signed the same contract, and that's how I ended up in his bed with his wife's recently shaved pussy soaking in my cum, and sharing a cigarette.

"Well hello Niles," Kym's voice like a jagged edged knife when she spotted her husband, "so good of you to show up after giving me away to a strange black man. I hope you're satisfied with yourself, I know that for the first time since we got married, that I'm certainly satisfied," and she turned, rolling over on top of me giving me a full body French kiss as she rubbed her naked white flesh against my black skin right in front of her husband.

"Kym I..." Niles gasped, and I could see the mask of astonishment turn into that of jealousy, and humiliation.

"You sold me Niles," Kym spat at him, breaking from our kiss, "you turned me into a Nigger's whore! And you know what, Niles?"

"Ah ... um ... what?"

"I like being his whore," her voice stabbing him in the back better than any knife ever could, "but don't worry, I haven't forgotten your talents either, baby. Now get undressed! I want you naked when you clean me up with your tongue after he fucks me again, asshole!"

We both saw the tent in his trousers twitch at her scathing words, and commanding voice. But to be honest, I don't know why he followed her orders instead of just turning and walking away. I know I would have.

Even so, as Niles got undressed, Kym kissed her way down my flesh until she had my semi erect dick in her right hand, and my tennis ball sack in her left, then started kissing, licking, and sucking on my big black prick never taking her eyes off of Niles. It wasn't until her husband lowered his under shorts that she really got brutal.

"Well no wonder you could never satisfy me, Niles. Compared to this battleship," and she wagged my growing black snake at him, "that little thing between your legs is a dingy, and couldn't ever come close to pleasing a real woman like me."

I could see where Kym was going with this now. It was her intention that since Niles had turned her into my whore, my property as it were, that she had every right to turn Niles into her cuckolded, or sex slave/husband. To make her point even more clear, she placed my dick in between her mammoth mammaries allowing me to tit fuck her while at the same time licking, and sucking on the crown as my cock was just too big for even her cleavage to contain. Niles little wiener would have gotten lost in that vast valley of velveteen pleasure. And his head to toe blush of humiliation at our comparison pleased Kym to no end as was evident by her evil grin, and her next words.

"Well don't just stand there, wimp! Lick my bottom clean so that my master can have a fresh pussy, or ass to fuck again."

Niles moved like a robot, but in less than a minute he was down on his belly with his face stuck up his wife's rear end licking my splooge from her cunt, and arse like a starving dog. Laying there on his belly face down Niles looked more like a girl than a guy the way his hips flared out, and his belly tucked in, and save for those hairy legs of his, and the short hair on his head. I decided right then that I'd have Kym pursue the course she was on with him, and see just how far she could take him down with her. I'll give the man this, he really liked eating pussy, cream filled, or not.

"That's a good sissy wimp," Kym taunted, "get your tongue way up in there, and get all of that Nigger seed out of me if you don't want to see your wife knocked up with a black baby. Cause if I do get pregnant, you'll be the baby's nanny, fuck face."

"Please Kym ..."

"Please Mistress," Kym corrected him, "you don't deserve to call me by my real name anymore. And hurry it up back there! My black Master is getting horny again, and I want his big black prick stretching out my cunt so that you can see how a real man's cock pleases your wife."

And there it was. Kym had put Niles in his proper place, or at least the place she intended to keep him from now on. I gave her a wink of approval, and she damn near swallowed my dick down to the root in response. I'd seen this kinda shit happen before with other married white sluts who had found they had a real itch between their legs for big throbbing hard black meat like the one sliding through Kym's cleavage. But it still always amazes me when it happens. And even more amazing to me is the way their husbands respond so easily to being cuckolded by their recently turned slutty wives. Watching Niles as he licked his way up the crack of his wife's/my whore's solid white ass had my cock hard as steel with the power I now had over both of these people. But I'd allowed Kym just a taste of that power long enough.

"Okay bitch," I said, once again taking charge, "climb up, and sit on it. You still ain't paid off all of the interest on hubby's gambling debt, yet. And he needs to see just what the fuck he foolishly pissed away. Only the finest piece of white ass on the planet."

Kym was up, and crawling on top of me like a hungry tigress in a heartbeat. And just to make it that much more torturous for Nile, she stood up on the bed straddling me, and squatted down, guiding my throbbing hard black prick right up her bald white snatch with hubby's eyes glued to the action.

"Ooooooooommmmmmmmm ...yesssssssssssssssssssssssss! "I love your big black cock, Master. It stretches out my pusssssssssy sooooooo gooooooood!"

"Looks like you fucked up big time, Niles," I snickered as Kym's bottom settled at last on my short hairs. But she had no intention of just sitting there, and began to rise, and fall up and down the length of my cock as I reached up to play with her ripe white melons.

"I haven't decided yet which of her nipples I want pierced, they are so magnificent, aren't they Niles?" The dumb shit actually nodding at my indecent proposal. "But maybe I shouldn't mare their excellence, eh. I could always have her clit pierced with a gold ring instead, couldn't I. You know to show all my black friends that she's really mine from now on?" He nodded again, but more importantly, so did Kym this time as she picked up the pace bouncing up and down in my lap.

"Yeah, that'll work," I continued, "and maybe right here," I pointed just above, and to the left of her mound, "a little tattoo of two intertwined hearts with the legend across them that says: I Fuck Niggers! How's that sound to you, Niles?"

And I looked around his bouncing wife just in time to see his little prick squirting, shooting in an arch that fell just short of his wife's bouncing butt onto the bedspread between my legs. Kym seeing me look, glanced over her shoulder, and we both started to laugh at her husband's pitiful display behind her. He looked incredibly foolish, and blushed in shame at his condition. He hadn't even been jerking off, just the idea that I was going to do those things to his lovely wife had made him cum.

"Looks like Niles likes my ideas, too," I chuckled, "of course he'll have to pay for it. The guy I have in mind for the job has a real thang for guys dressed up in drag."

"That's your cue stupid," Kym laughed, "go shave your legs, and by the time we're finished here I want to see you in a pair of my panties! Now get! We don't need some perverted peeping Tom hanging around here with a lose fire cracker."

Niles moved like a man in a trance, his head hanging in shame as he followed his Mistress's/wife's command, and went to the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him. Kym trembled then atop of me as she rocketed into her next climax, and I twisted her nipples linking the pain in them with the tingling in her clitty as I had each time she'd cum previously this day.

"As for you, my dear," I cooed, "I want to go through your clothes so I can pick out something nice and slutty for you, and Niles to wear when we go to the combined tattoo/piercing salon tonight. Do you have a wig for Niles?"

"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssss ... master! He can wear the blond wig he bought for me to wear. It's long, and straight, and will hide the fact that he doesn’t have breasts."

I pulled her down to me by her nipples then, and holding her in my arms rolled us both over so that I was once again on top of her with every inch of my big black cock crammed up her married white cunt. I knew she loved being on top most, so it was my way of showing her who was still in charge here, and it allowed me to shove three fingers up her saliva slick butt for good measure, as I started leaving sucker bites on her luscious white titties. Kym came again right away, and she hadn't even finished her last orgasm yet, but I wanted to have her panting with a cunt full of my cum dribbling out with her legs spread wide when Niles returned.

Kym is a hot fucking bitch, and her arms and legs went up around my back to hold me as I pumped with long steady strokes in and out of her snug pussy. Her hips hunching up to meet every downward thrust of my cock, still cuming on every third plunge as she built to an even higher level of orgasmic bliss. Until, just as the bathroom door opened, and Niles stepped out with not only his legs, but his underarms shaved, I came filling Kym's pussy with my black seed for the second time in five hours. When Kym's clawing hands at last let go of my black flesh, I rolled off of her leaving her sweating, spread eagled, and streaming my discharge from her shaved gapping fuck hole.

I must admit, Niles looked cute in a pair of Kym's silky pink panties, down on his hands and knees, licking up my last cum dump from his wife's leaking well stretched out twat. And it finally struck me that this is what Niles had really wanted all along the moment he had contacted me, and my laughter became contagious as Kym started laughing at her sissy husband. Niles blush only confirming my thoughts that he ate up this humiliation shit like it were buttered popcorn. I could hardly wait to take these two over to the Blues Brothers Emporium for the next step in their training. But that part of this story is for another day.

As Always

I Am the

Dirt Man

Kym's Day of Reckoning

by Dirt Man©

Part III:

I took my time picking out Kym's wardrobe for our trip to the Blues Brothers Tattoo, and Piercing Emporium. In the end I vied for a turquoise green corset with garter straps to hold up a pair of light blue nylons instead of bra and panties, and garter belt leaving her tits and crotch exposed under her outer clothing. With that part decided, I went through her closet, and dresser before picking out a short black skirt, and an elastic wraparound top of shimmering silver and white material that tucked into her skirt, and only came to just above the nipples of her big titties. The skirt coming down to just below the tops of her nylons when she stood, and her elastic top leaving her shoulders bare, and accentuating her cleavage while allowing her erect nipples to poke out obscenely through the thin material. And with her makeup on a tad heavier than normal, Kym looked the perfect slut for her first outing with me in public.

Kym didn't take near as long picking out a wardrobe for her husband Niles, who she now addressed as Nelly at every turn. But in the end, with the long honey blond wig in place, Kym's careful application of makeup on Nelly's face, the addition of long fake painted nails, it was only a matter of putting Nelly into a garter belt, trashy fishnet stockings, a tight leather mini skirt, and a frilly white blouse. It actually took longer to pick out Nelly's shoes than anything else, and in the end Kym picked out an old pair of low heels that Nelly's feet barely fit into, while Kym put on a pair of black high-heeled fuck-me-pumps.

"Holy shit! I look ..." Nelly gasped at seeing herself in front of their full-length mirror.

"Like a beautiful slut?" Kym laughed as Niles blushed at her observation.

"Okay bitches," I butted in, "let's get your fine white asses moving out to my car. It's party time!"

I had taken the time while they were both showering to make several phone calls to friends, and the Blues Brothers Tattoo, and Piercing Emporium. So that by the time we arrived, parked, and walked inside, there were no less than five black men there. Three walking around the shop looking at all the various tattoos like any normal customers would, with Jake, and Harry standing around semi-bored behind the counter.

The moment we walked in all eyes snapped up, and latched onto Kym, and Nelly. They all knew I was bringing a married couple into the shop with the wife to be tattooed, and pierced, but at first sight of Nelly there was some confusion in all of their eyes save for Harry's. And his grin became wider with every step closer to the counter too. His eyes solely on Nelly the whole time.

"Good evening," Jake greeted us all, but his eyes stayed on Kym's chest, "how may we help you?"

"I'm here to have my property pierced, and tattooed," I explained, and lifted Kym's skirt up in front showing her naked crotch, "I was thinking of having her clit pierced with a gold ring, something like an engagement ring with a diamond in it, but not too gaudy. And here, above her mound to the right I was thinking maybe a couple of red hearts entwined together with a legend, something like; I Fuck Niggers, in blue ink over a white background right across the front of the hearts. Nothing pretentious mind you, but readable up close when it counts."

"If I might make a suggestion," Harry put in, and since he was the real artist of the two I turned to listen, "since it's obvious that you don't want to turn the landscape into a graffiti ridden park zone, why not forgo the permanent tattoo for now. We can sell you several different stick-ons that wash off within a week's time, or even make you some new ones so that you can put them were you want until you decide on how best to make your permanent mark on her flesh. In fact, with my new computer program, I can make a temporary tattoo to any specifications you wish, even the one you just described."

"That's an excellent idea, Harry," I replied, "lets do that, and while we are, Jake can do the piercing of her clit."

I picked out the ring then, a one-karat diamond inlaid solid 24kt gold thing that barely would have fit around my pinky finger. Niles already shifting his weight back and forth nervously from one stocking clad leg to another as we gathered a curious crowd of three black customers around us. His eyes popping out every time his wife's skirt was lifted up to expose her lily-white goodies to all those black faces in the shop. More so once Jake had Kym laid back in their barber shop chair, legs spread wide with her feet strapped up in the special custom made stirrups for this kind of work. There wasn't a man in the shop then that couldn't see up inside of Kym's moist pussy, and the only one that sight didn't give a hardon to was Harry.

The last thing I saw before Harry and I turned to go into the back room to work on his computer was Jake giving Kym's mound a topical anesthetic to dull that particularly sensitive area of her flesh. It took Harry all of five minutes to design what I wanted, with several variations on the same theme, and a few with his own ideas as well, and in ten minutes time after that he had a whole packet of temporary tattoos made up for me to take home.

Kym was still on display in the barber chair with her skirt pulled up, but now her mound had a new splash of gold added to it. The diamond inlaid jewel sparkled in the light laying between her pussy lips, and her clitty was engorged sticking up out of its protective hood after being pierced with the gold ring. The only other thing out of place was Jake's big black prick pumping in and out of Kym's ass while she sucked off one customer, and jerked off the other two as her husband stood to the side watching.

"Will that be cash, charge, or barter?" Harry asked, and with the last word looked directly at Niles.

Niles turned to see Harry looking him up and down like a Christmas Goose, and gulped in real fear when he heard my answer.

"Cash for the ring, of course, but I'm sure Nelly here will be more than glad to stick around and barter for these temporary tattoos that you personally designed for Kym. Won't you Nelly?"

"She most certainly will," Kym spat out the black dick in her mouth long enough to second the notion. "In fact, if you close up now we can take this orgy over to our flat," then looking to me, "Can't we Master?"