Katja Kassin Mandingo That night when I got home I was very quiet. I didn't have much to say, plus I was still in shock over all that had happened that day.
Andy, getting out of the shower, began questioning me on what happened at work that day. Finally, I casually mentioned that I went to lunch with Amos.
There was a long silence and then Andy walked over to me and said "What?" in a very loud and very shocked tone of voice.
"What the hell are you thinking about!?!" he yelled, standing over me in an almost threatening way.
"Well, he's very, very persistent," I said. And I said it in a casual, almost teasing, tone. I guess underneath it all I was really very angry. Angry that my husband wasn't man enough to keep me satisfied and at home. Man enough to keep other men at bay. After all, I thought, I had told him this man was making advances and he did nothing. Nothing to protect and defend meÑand my honor. An honor that was now goneÑtaken forever.
Taken by a black, 65 year old janitor.
"Why didn't you just tell him no!?!"
Andy's voice was rising now. He was almost becoming hysterical. Like a woman, I thought. And he looked so ridiculous again, standing there shouting, naked, with his little genitals flapping and bobbing around like someone had grafted a five year old's privates onto a 30 year old man.
What did I ever see in this man was all I could think. He now seemed so ineffectual, so weak, so impotent...so white.
I just got up undressed and walked into the shower leaving him there saying, "Well...well...are you going to say anything?"
From the bathroom I answered as I shut the door. "No."
I ran the shower, but before stepping in I noticed what my husband must have seen as I disrobed. My back was scraped red from all the rubbing on the back room's cot that Amos had fucked me on. Also, my pussy was red and sore from both Amos' bruising dick and from my own constant masturbating throughout the day as I kept recalling the black man's taking of me.
Andy had to know.
My slight bit of pussy hair was matted with dried semen. In short, I was a mess with recent sex. And even smelled it too.
You could smell the sex all over me, I thought. He knows Amos Katja Kassin Mandingo she loved me and I would know the details or could watch. It was
then that she also told me that not only would the cock have to be bigger but she really missed sex with
black men and would want that if we married. I agreed to her request or need and in 3 months we got
married. She also made sure I knew that when she dated other men that I should expect her to have sex
with them. That the main reason she would date another man would be to have sex with a guy that had a
bigger cock.
The first 2 months were as most newly wed couples, daily sex, love and getting to know each other.
Finally, just after our 3rd month together Brenda told me that an old boyfriend she had dated had called
and asked her out. Naturally I asked who and was he black. She told me his name was James and he was
the black guy she had been dating when we first met. We talked about her date with James, when, where,
how they would meet and what she and James had done before when they dated. She told me that he
had been a wonderful lover with a super cock that was over 8 inches in length and very thick. The more
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"Baby, why don't chew gets down and do what chew do best, ay?" he suggested.
"I can't, not here. Anyone could see us," I said, though we were in a fairly secluded area.
"Am I hearin' dat you'd be ashamed about bein' seen wit a black man. We coverin' dis ground gin', baby" Amos said menacingly.
"No...no hon, really. You know that. I've told you how I feel before about that..."
"Well, you's gots to show me," Amos responded with an angry, demanding tone as he stood and waited. Waited for Ôhis woman' to perform.
After a long pauseÑand after I could no longer bear the building suspense of his angry stareÑI reached out and began unbuckling his belt. Belt unbuckled, I began to undue his waist band and unzip his fly.
Soon I was kneeling in front of him, pulling down his trousers and boxers.
I loved smelling the strong musk of his crotch again. I grabbed his gorgeous, humongous dick and started shucking it. Waking the serpent to life, I thought. After all, it had a job to doÑand I was the job he needed to do!!!
I found myself shucking and kissing Amos' meaty dick while still intermittently looking over my shoulder and around the area, afraid any minute someone would walk around the corner and discover us.
My God, I thought. What would I say? A Product Marketing Manager sneaking off into the basement to fellate a janitor!
And I being a newlywed at that!!!
There would be no way to ever explain. Besides, how could I explain this to anyone else? I couldn't even explain it to myself.
Amos' hands were in my hair now directing my head and mouth to their labors.
I began sucking him ravenously, wanting to be sure this time that I fully satisfied this man...my man.
I bobbed my head up and down his thickening shaft in an exaggerated manner, pulling and yanking on the thick African meat he offered me, his white slave girl.
Rolling my tongue under and around the sheathed knob of his uncut dick, I worked furiously at giving this hunk of African manhood as much pleasure as I knew how.
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Friday had the thick air of anticipation and apprehension. I left work early to get home because her date
was at 7 PM and I wanted to talk with her while she got ready for her date. She also was insistent that
morning that I be home early enough to be there when James arrived to pick her up for their date. She
was taking a warm bath when I got home and making sure her skin was soft, smooth, well shaved for her
date. She also made sure her pussy hair was well trimmed. The next hour was spent with us talking about
how she had met James originally, how long they had dated, what he was like, what he liked to do and her
making sure with frequent comments that I knew he was well built, a great lover and that she was sure
that he intended to fuck her tonight as part of their date.
James arrived early for their date and Brenda was not ready, although she had already told me that she
would not be ready at 7 PM on purpose so that James and I could talk while she finished getting ready for
her date. I answered the door when the door bell rang with my Cuckold Chastity Tassia Blacks On Blondes work each day, I waited for Amos to find a reason to come up to my department to fix something. I thought for sure he'd find an excuse to see me. But as the days passed, no Amos.
Finally, I began inventing phony reasons to call maintenance to try to get him up in my department. But each time another man would show up. "Damn," I'd find myself thinking, all these sexy outfits, but he doesn't even come up to take a look.
As days passed I began to get angry. "What, does he think he's too good for me!!!!" I would find myself totally distracted and furious.
"He's a damned, black janitor," I'd think racistly. "He should feel so lucky to have had what I gave him!"
But then, as happens with women, I'd begin to lose my confidence. Maybe I wasn't that good on the cot that day, I worried. Maybe other women he's been with pleased him more. Maybe I can do better next time if I read books on what men like or ask other women. Maybe I should ask some of the black women here at work what they do to please their men.
My thoughts went on and on until I worried myself into knots; convinced that I didn't measure up to the kind of woman that could keep a man like Amos.
But maybe it was true, I just wasn't good enough for him.
Soon I found myself thinking of excuses to go down to the basement to visit the Maintenance Dept.
One Friday I decided I would do it. I would go down to the Maintenance Dept and find out why Amos never followed up and called me again. Find out why this old, toothless, black janitor...dumped me.
I went down to the Maintenance Dept dressed in a tight knit dress. Very short. With very high, high heels. I wanted to be dressed to kill.
When I knocked on the door I heard Amos' voice say, "C'mon in!"
I opened the door and there he was sitting at a table playing cards with several other black men, all who looked up stunned to see this young, put-together blonde calling on them.
"Amos could I have a word with you?" I asked somewhat demurely.
Amos turned with a big smile to the other menÑwho returned his smile with their own knowing smiles and chucklesÑand said, "Sho' babes. No prob."
As we walked out of the room, Amos turned 
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feelings I felt that first time I watched my wife leave with another man. I watched from the window while
they drove off into the night not knowing exactly where they were going, what would happen or when my
wife would return. I only knew that she was on a date with a black man, she fully intended to have sex
with him and she loved me and would be home late.
I had watched his car leave with Brenda and for the next 6 hours I waited anxiously for her return. She
finally got home about 2 AM. He walked her to the door and they kissed goodnight in our foyer as she
thanked him for a wonderful evening and he told her that she was still the best white lover he had ever
had. He promised to call her later and they both agreed that they would see each other again. Brenda
came into the den where I was waiting and we sat and talked casually at first but both knowing and yet
initially avoiding the issue of her date and their sex.
Finally, Brenda broke the ice by saying I know you want to know about my date. We went to dinner,
dancing and then ended up at his apartment about 11 pm. Cuckold Me over!"
I did as commanded and leaned onto a desk in the shabby room. I felt his fat knob start to rub itself up and down my slick gash.
With little hesitation, he pushed in and then pulled my hips back onto his long thick spear, impaling me with all 12" of his sex.
He began to pound it into me! I felt for sure someone would hear the loud slapping of his hips to my ass, as well as our grunting as we mated violently in the dank room.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Again and again he drove his powerful rod into my sore, but hungry, pussy.
His huge black hands mauled my tits roughly. He pulled and pinched my nipples making me scream in both pain and lust. I felt like a cow being milked by its owner. And I loved it.
Soon the entire room was smelling of our musky mating activity.
Then Amos grabbed a handful of my hair, yanked my head back, slammed deep into me and spewed his molten, black seed deep into my belly.
"You my breeding mare, Leasa baby," he grunted as his stallion sized dick began to swell and spew...and swell and spew...over and over again: delivering its lava-like, African sperm to my womb.
When he was done. He silently, and casually, got dressed and started to leave the room.
"Are you done?" I said sarcastically and angrily.
"Yep," he replied without feeling.
I paused not knowing what to say...my anger drained away as I realized he was about to leave and felt no guilt...and little interest.
"Will I see you again, " I asked, but in such a way that it was clear I was pleading.
"We'll see." he said, and was gone.
I got dressed. Walked out to my car trying to cover the huge stain that ran down my dress and got in.
As I started to drive out of the lot to go home and change I saw Amos out in the lot with some of the other black maintenance guys laughing and high fiving each other.
I drove home in a daze, recalling how my father would always refer to me as his "Aryan Princess"...
I thought, what if he saw me now. Driving home after having sucked and fucked a black janitor, older than him.
I thought, I should go and visit my dad; get back to my roots.
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then that she also told me that not only would the cock have to be bigger but she really missed sex with
black men and would want that if we married. I agreed to her request or need and in 3 months we got
married. She also made sure I knew that when she dated other men that I should expect her to have sex
with them. That the main reason she would date another man would be to have sex with a guy that had a
bigger cock.
The first 2 months were as most newly wed couples, daily sex, love and getting to know each other.
Finally, just after our 3rd month together Brenda told me that an old boyfriend she had dated had called
and asked her out. Naturally I asked who and was he black. She told me his name was James and he was
the black guy she had been dating when we first met. We talked about her date with James, when, where,
how they would meet and what she and James had done before when they dated. She told me that he
had been a wonderful lover with a super cock that was over 8 inches in length and very thick. The more
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"That's it you white trash, fuckin' ho'. Do what you was made fo', bitch: suckin' a black man's dick. ÔCause dat alls you good fo' slutÑcocksuckin'! Cocksuckin' on black dick!"
I knew as he called me cruder and cruder names that he was getting closer and closer to cumming. So I worked harder; pulling, sucking, licking and occasionally pulling off and kissing his massive organ.
He was like steel now and his bloated weapon started to expand to the exploding point.
At this point he pulled it out of my mouth and started jacking it in my face.
"Open wide honky trash!" he commanded.
I opened my mouth submissively and waited. Obeying my master like a dog would, I thought.
Then it came!!! Like a dam bursting he unleashed load after load into my mouth; over my face, forehead, hair and then all over the front of my knit dress...seemingly, for good measure.
I was being covered in the spunk that had impregnated me in our first mating, I thought in the back of my lust driven mind.
I reached up and palmed his over sized testicles, and then began to milk them. Trying to draw out more of the thick, milky sauce that I was already drenched in.
My hair was dripping his semen down the back of my neck. It felt hot, burning, with his potent seed.
What a waste, it seemed to me, of future black manhood.
I licked the gooey wasted seed still dripping and oozing from his dick. I slavered over it, licking and cleaning my man with all the love of my being.
Amos grabbed his dick away from me and slapped my face with it two or three times: "There dats de bitch slappin' you wanted, eh, babe?" he snickered in the most demeaning way a man could to a woman he knew was now hisÑcompletely.
"Shit girl, watch you gonna do with that dress you slobbered all over. Hell bitch, yo' sho' is one pig of a bitch."
I looked down at the thick gooey stain that ran down the entire front of my dress, from the neckline down to my navel. I was fully hosed by Amos' powerful loins.
I began to feel very ashamed. I felt like the very whores I had always gossiped about