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Black Man Controls White CouplesBlack Man Controls White CouplesBy: Julie Van01The young black stud remained by the pool for only an hour this time.The unintentional tension in the air caused by this black stud was obviously making all 13 of us white husbands feel uncomfortable. Our pretty white wives had so many moments where they were uncharacteristically quiet and somber, yet they tried to keep some form of communication going inside the group.Minutes before the black stud headed back to his unit a couple of of the wives came over to us and suggested we ask him to join us for the next meal.”Why don’t you guys go over there and talk to him again? Maybe he’s hungry now?” Clarissa asked.But, there were no takers.None of us white husbands had any desire to approach him. Speaking for myself, I was intimidated not only by the presence of this man but also by the manner in which he showed his absolute control over his pretty blonde companion. We all knew he was single, but the rock on the gals left hand left no doubt that she was just another in a seemingly endless line of married women who had become addicted to his black cock. I wasn’t alone for feeling this way as it appeared several of the other husbands in our little circle had the same sinking look on their faces that I had, and I wondered if that was because he’d also paid them and their wives a visit as well?. I was concerned, especially after what had taken place in our condo last night. Last night had started like any other, we’d finished eating dinner and I was settling down to watch my favorite TV show when someone rang our bell. My wife was still busy in[ the kitchen so she called out and asked me to see who it was. I opened the door and there he stood, our new black neighbor, the one now sitting across the pool with someone else’s sexy blonde wife hanging all over him. The same black guy with that same broad over confident smile. As Tra’mon stood, then finally departed the pool area along with the beautiful white woman following behind, everyone’s eyes opened wide as we watched him playing with her ass as they passed. Our wives’ eyes were also glued on him. He exited the pool area by walking around the far end of the pool first even though the gate was located at this end. This seemed to be his trend of late, as it gave all our wives an excellent opportunity to take full note of the massive bulge his skin tight speedo swimsuit highlighted. He paid us husbands little attention as he passed us, instead focusing his gaze on our wives. It appeared almost as if Tra’mon was trying to decide who would be the next wife to be introduced to his cock.”Well, I guess it’s too late to ask him now.” Karen mentioned as she watched him walk back towards his condo..The group milled in and out and around their condo apartments, and by the pool, for a few hours more and it started to get really dark. Nobody really mentioned the “obvious” display of Tra’mon’s superior masculinity during this time although I’m pretty sure my wife was among those who was still replaying their own most recent personal encounter with him. The wives prepared the shark steaks and lit the tiki-styled torches positioned all the way around the pool. It was around 8 p.m., and they had all changed into shorts or skirts, and tank top tee shirts by now. This was part of their evening wear. The men had changed to summer shirts and shorts.It was the Friday night before the long fourth of July holiday.The sun was beginning to set and someone had put on some soft music. The young black man was nowhere in sight. It seemed as if he had retired for the evening with his married blonde companion.That is when my wife Julie asked for a couple of volunteers to run out for more ice.When David volunteered I offered to tag along with him. Deep down, I just wanted to get away from the tension that had filled the air earlier in the day for a while. With the black man interloper not around I felt more relieved, almost thankful. I was sure that I wouldn’t have wanted to leave my wife’s sight if he had still been there. The curious way he looked at her earlier in the day sent a chill of fear through my entire body, much like the same fear I’d felt the night before when I learned my wife was already more than just casually familiar with our new black neighbor. As I was to discover after letting Tra’mon into our living room he was a physical trainer in our condo associations exercise room. After shaking hands and introducing himself he reached out and handed me a chilled bottle of champagne as he settled down on our couch. I called out to my wife, letting her know that we had company and that he’d brought us a bottle of wine.OK she replied, I’ll be out in a minute, why don’t you and he have a glass and get better acquainted with one another. Thinking nothing of it I excused myself and want to the kitchen to get some glasses and a bottle opener. After popping the cork I poured three glasses and took them back to the living room. As I entered there was my wife, seated right beside Tra’mon. Again I thought nothing of it as I handed each of them a glass. We clicked glasses and as I put mine to my lips I heard Tra’mon utter a toast, something about to a new and rewarding relationship and to helping to expand better racial understanding. I really didn’t think about it, but the meaning of what he’d just said would become all to clear even before I’d finished that first glass of wine.After taking a sip of the wine I looked for a place to sit down, but the only place left was across the room. As I turned and walked over to the chair I heard Tra’mon saying something to my wife, something that almost sounded like him asking her if I knew why he was there. I didn’t think much of it as I settled into the chair and as I did I looked back over towards the sofa, where to my utter surprise I saw tra’mon putting his arm around my wife’s back and pull her close to him so he could give her a kiss. It wasn’t a simple peck on the cheek, but a deep mouth to mouth kiss, the sort two lovers share with each other. Looking back on what happened next I guess I should have yelled out or gotten up and pulled him away, but I didn’t do that. Instead I sat there and watched as my wife and this black stranger continued kissing. David and I had been gone for about 45 minutes and during the drive we shared out mutual concern over the presence earlier in the afternoon of Tra’mon. Dave revealed his concern was because of a recent visit he and his wife had had earlier in the week, one which he admitted had totally changed their lives. Reflecting on what had justTaken place the evening before in my condo I responded by telling David about what had taken place when Tra’mon had paid us a visit. We milled around a few stores for a while looking at mindless items, lost in thought. Both of us were quite sullen and withdrawn. Looking back, it was clear that this black stud had taken away our entire self-esteem. As we drove back to the condos we speculated if what had happened to us had also happened to any of the other white couples. It was clear that Tra’mon enjoyed cultivating special sexual illegal bahis relationships with white married wives and given his position in the gym he had access to every one of the wives who regularly worked out there. Our wives were two, out of how many targets on his list and what could we do about it. We sat silently the last couple miles before we reached home, lost in our own shame over having let him take our women without offering any resistance. I don’t know what was running through David’s mind, but I sat there replaying the images of Tra’mon’s black cock as he penetrated my wife for the first time. She moaned and threw her legs aapart, allowing him easy access. His cock was massive, easily twice as fat and twice as long as mine. It took him at least six times before he’d managed to penetrate her fully. By that time she was already bucking and clutching him, pulling him in even deeper. Like two a****ls in heat they fucked as I sat there silently watching her giving him the pleasure she’d promised exclusively to me. Minutes passed before he gave out a roar and pressed himself hard against her, unloading spirt after spirt of black cum into the deepest recesses of her love canal. That wasn’t the end of things, merely the first act. One he’d withdrawn himself he laidf back on the sofa and as he did I saw the gapping opening that his cock had left, now all shiny and wet with a mixture of his cum and hers. As Dasvid and I pulled into the parking lot it was close to 9 PM. As we got out we both noticed the same blonde woman we’d seen tagging along with Tra’mon earlier walking out towards her car. She was barefoot and clutching something in her arms as she hurried across the pavement, but she was all by herself.She looked just as incoherent as she appeared earlier in the day, perhaps even more so. As we drew closer we saw she was cradling all her clothes in her arms, which seemed a little strange to me.David pulled into a parking spot a few cars down from her red Mazda, and we sat there and watched her struggle to open the car door. It was fairly obvious the black stud had fucked her senseless again, and then sent her on her way. I couldn’t explain why it was obvious, but it truly was. Perhaps it was because my own wife had appeared different after Tra’mon finished fucking her the first time. After Trai’mon dismounted her, she stood up and made her way into the bathroom, leaving just Tra’mon and me alone. Did you like it cuck he said, did you like watching me take your wife. She’s a good fuck, so hot and ready. Like the rest, she’ll make a good black queen once I get done breaking her in properly. The rest, what did he mean by that? Who else was he fucking? So much to think about, so much to process, my mind was working overtime by then. I knew it was wrong, letting him just waltz in here and take her like that, take her as I just sat there speechless. Somewhere deep in the back of my mind, back in the primitive part of my brain, the part that connected directly to my cock, a new connection was made as I silently admitted that I was proud of her performance, proud of how she’d pleased this black stranger in our home. It was probably about then that I also came to the realization that this wasn’t going to be the last time she’d be used to satisfy his primal needs, his needs to fill her with his superior black seed and I accepted that fact as well. I filed those thoughts in a new portion of my brain which sent out a call for more input.”Maybe we should have stopped her?” David said.”She didn’t look at all capable of driving, not in that condition.” he added.The red Mazda started off slowly, then accelerated..”I don’t know. She’s driving alright I guess.” I said, as we watched her car darting away.”Besides, I really don’t want to get involved.” I stated.”Yeah, I know what you mean.” David returned.David and I got out of his car and grabbed the 4 bags of crushed ice we purchased, each of us carrying two. That is when we spotted the young, black man strolling out from the building and into the parking lot.He was alone, and his partial “thug” look terrified us bothBoth David and I tensed up immediately, sensing that it would be better to avoid a confrontation with him.He was wearing a pair of well-pressed, khaki shorts and expensive black leather sandals. His crisp white short-sleeved shirt was hanging out. His muscular, dark biceps stretched the cotton sleeves with relative ease.Within seconds, a silver metallic Mercedes convertible pulled into the parking lot and right up to him. The driver was a beautiful white woman in her mid 20’s with brown hair. She was dressed in club styled purple minidress, which hugged her body like a second skin.It was apparent that she was there to pick him up.Tra’mon casually “hopped” into here convertible and they sped off into the night.”Geezuz, another white woman?” I asked myself.”The other woman he was with just left a minute before!” I said to myself, shocked.I stood there wondering if the first white woman even knew, or if she did if she even cared so long as she got what she desired. Did she know that the black man she was seeing was also fucking other white woman, seemingly for the night? At the time, I wished that I had not seen this happening. This may have been an “innocent” relationship I tried to tell myself, or a simple friendship, and I tried thinking along those lines to give him the benefit of the doubt.Still, I couldn’t be sure, especially not after witnessing what happened in my own condo after my wife came back from the bathroom. No sooner had she returned then he grabbed a hold of by her hair and dragged her down the hallway to our bedroom. There was no doubt in my mind about then that he’d been in our place before, or that he’d fucked her before. After they entered the bedroom I heard him calling me to come in and well. As I entered I saw my wife stroking and sucking his semi stiff cock. It was covered in mixture of her saliva and his precum. Without uttering a word he smacked her ass hard a couple of times, hard enough to leave an imprint of his hand on each cheek. He them ordered her to get into the doggie position as he positioned himself behind her. Then he turned and glared at me as he ordered me to come over to the side of the bed.I’m not sure why I obeyed; perhaps it was that primitive part of my brain taking control again? As I reached the side of the bed he told me to drop my pants and take my cock in my hand. It only took a few seconds to comply and so there I was standing there slowly stroking my cock as I watched him teasing her clit with the tip of his cock. Her juices were really flowing and it was clear she was more than ready for his renewed assault. OK, cuck grab hold of my cock and guide me into this bitch and never forget this moment as you helped me fuck your wife. No go ahead.I attentively reached out and placed my fingers around the slippery black snake and eased its head up between her lips. As he moved closer I inched his head into her opening and then withdrew my hand as I watched close to half of him disappear into her. Mindless of what was occurring I stood there illegal bahis siteleri beside our marital bed, watching this black bull force even more of him into her. She was already in the throes of another orgasm even before be began pile deriving his rigid cock in and out of her. I stood there feeling pleasure as my own fingers circled and stroked my own cock. It got easier as my hand became coated in precum and it wasn’t long after that when I looked down as the first spirt of my cum shot out onto the sheets. As for Tra’mon, he was just ramping up his piston like attack. I now understood how he was able to get women like my wife to let him use them. Like any bitch in heat they were more than happy to feel his cock plunging deeper than their husbands ever could and when he was finally done using them, he left them filled with a massive load of seed, far greater than what their husbands could.They stayed locked together in that doggie position for several minute more beforeI witnessed him delivering his second load of cum. This time however instead of getting up and heading to the bathroom my wife rolled over on her back and spread her legs apart. I gazed between her legs and saw that thick white stream of his cum slowly dribbling from her opening, running down between her ass cheeks and onto the sheets. Ok cuck I heard him say, it’s your turn. Get over here and get between her legs and clean her up. I’d always enjoyed licking her before we had sex, but never had to do anything like this. I said get over here and this time he said it in a more dominating, demanding tone of voice. I really didn’t want a confrontation so I quickly clambered onto the bed and put my face down and opened my mouth as I felt him pressing the back of my head against my wife’s creamy opening. My tongue slid inside easily and I experienced my first taste of black cum. It took some time, but I was proud of myself when my wife finally mentioned that I could stop.No sooner had I looked up than I saw my wife smiling down at me. I knew she was pleased with how I’d behaved and I also realized that the odds were that I’d find myself conducting this sort of service many more times in the future. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~My answer would come in the “wee” hours of the morning, less than 8 hours later.Most of the group had milled around the pool until midnight. A few couples had retired for the night an hour earlier.”We’ll just finish cleaning up in the morning.” Julie said.The rest of us all agreed.Everyone of us went back to our condos. I was sure all of us fell asleep rather quickly, just as Julie and I did. That night wasn’t a restless one. I was exhausted and glad to get to sleep. But, I shouldn’t have had that last drink so early before going to bed since I was awakened by Mother Nature only 5 hours later.It was around 5 in the morning when I woke up needing to relieve myself.In my half sleep state, I headed for the bathroom and began urinating. My mind wasn’t even remotely clear as I finished my business and flushed the toilet. That is when I heard the faint sound of a car running coming from the parking lot.That side of the building from our 2nd floor condo overlooked the parking lot. Although we had not been there for more than a couple months, it was strange to hear any cars running, especially at this time on a Saturday morning. I decided to “peek” out from our bathroom window to see who was out there running their car.It was the same silver Mercedes convertible that David and I had seen earlier in the evening.Yes, it was the same car, and with the same pretty brown-haired white woman who had picked up the brash Tra’mon around 9 the night before. Unbelievably, she was now on her knees before him and quite clearly sucking on his massive cock.She knelt on the pavement on the driver’s side with the door wide open. The young black stud simply stood above her with the palm of his left hand directly on the top of her head, controlling it. She knelt there subserviently sucking on his black cock with her arms down at her sides.In amazement, I watched as the black stud roughly fucked this white woman’s throat. I must have been catching the last part of this little scene because it ended 3 minutes later. When he finished using her mouth, it was clear that he shook his cock dry onto her before returning it inside his shorts. With a knowing grin, he zipped the fly shut.He said something to her that I was unable to hear from that distance, then he turned and slowly walked to the condo building entrance. The white woman continued kneeling as she watched him strut through the door. Finally, she got up, got back in her car and drove away.I had not seen anything like that since I saw my date from a school dance sucking on a black man’s cock years before. It wasn’t the same, but this shadowed image brought my mind way back to the humiliation I had experienced years before. It was an image that I have always wished to forget and I had largely done so that is till the other night when our new neighbor paid us a visit.Intimidated, I returned to bed. I was glad that Julie didn’t have to witness this little scene in the parking lot. It took me a good hour to fall asleep as I grew worried about this young black stud’s sudden appearance within our condo.But, this would be just the beginning of the weekend introduction of the new black resident and his impact on both us and our neighbors. The next few days of this extended 4 day holiday weekend would become an overwhelming source of visual humiliation for all 13 of us white husbands in the condo association. In turn, it seemed to become more like a source of tremendous curiosity and visual stimulation for the 13 white wives, who as typically happens, shared their own experiences with Tra’mon with one another.Yes, by the end if the holiday Tra’mon managed to pay a visit with each couple and when he was finished introducing each of them he helped steer all of us into a new lifestyle, one with was both sexually very pleasurable as well as socially liberating. That next morning was Saturday the fouth. Again, the couples began arriving to the pool area around 10 o’clock. By 10:45, all of us were present.The wives began preparing a simple brunch of buttered croissants, fruit and mimosa. The mood was more relaxed for the time being as the young, black man had not made an appearance. I am quite sure all the husbands felt very relieved by this.”Geez. I hope he had plans to get out of town for the day, and the weekend?” I hoped, thinking to myself.But, when the clock hit 12:30 in the afternoon he suddenly appeared.The black stud emerged from the sliding glass door with a small, white towel around his neck and in a pair of the skimpiest leopard-print bikini underwear. This time there was no question that they were underwear rather than a speedo swim bikini. Boldly, he strutted right past us without a single word being said. He was speaking on his cell phone as his thick, insulting cock flopped around in the pouch of those whisper thin biknis.Our faces turned beet red.Yet, nobody within the group seemed to show the desire to mention the cold, callous canlı bahis siteleri display of his superior manhood. The black stud merely strolled around to his usual lounge chair on the other side of the pool, where he lit a marijuana cigarette.The aroma of the strong, mind bending weed was quite noticeable.The young black man smoked “blunts” and laid around for the next 40 minutes until his cell phone rang again. Immediately, he got up and began walking. As he arose, the white wives stared hungrily. Their eyes never drifted from his powerful body as he strode past us with utter confidence.”I’ll be right there.” we heard him saying to his caller.Apparently, he had a guest arriving and departed to let this person in through the parking lot entrance. The white wives all gazed at his muscular ass cheeks in those leopard-print bikinis as he slowed his stride so confidently as he passed.The mood suddenly changed to one of intense curiosity. I am sure all of us wondered about who this “guest” would be. Many of us stared at each other with a look of bewilderment tracing our faces, yet none of us spoke about it.”So, how is your new job Richard?” Mark asked, nervously, trying to change the subject and break the embarrassing silence.Everyone in the group stared right at me.I was caught off guard and placed “on the spot,” so to speak. Nervously, I answered. I began talking about my new position and the differences between living in Arizona compared to our previous residence. I blubbered through my response for the next 5 minutes, feeling on edge as I glanced over to the pool entrance door every 30 seconds. Others were “glancing” in that direction as well.Suddenly, Tra’mon stepped back out of his condo. This time there were two white women following behind him. Yes, there were two of them this time, and neither of them were any of the other women that I had seen with him before.Both white women were absolutely gorgeous.One woman was in her late 30’s, an auburn-haired beauty in a red bikini with 3 inch tan mules. She was 5’6″ and 122 lbs., and had larger breasts and pale irish skin. The gold jewelry she wore around her neck and wrists was exquisitely detailed.The other woman was younger, barely 30 years of age, blonde and stunning. Her 5’9″ 135 pound frame was curvy with wider 36″ hips and moderate 36 “C” cup breasts. She wore a red and white striped bikini that accentuated her curves. Her blonde hair was secured into a long pony tail and she wore modest flat sandals upon her feet.All of us watched as the small group of two white women and the younger black man made their way around the pool. They then settled into the single chaise lounge chair Tra’mon’s had apparently claimed as his throne. One of the women was carrying a small blue and white cooler, which was only big enough to carry a six pack of beer.We watched as they settled in.Curiously, both white women sat on towels that were positioned on the ground at either side of the black stud’s chair. I looked around to see that there were 3 or 4 extra chairs at the other end of the pool. I wondered why he didn’t get the chairs for them. Bob was the first to mention it.”Damn! Why isn’t he being a gentleman and getting them chairs?” Bob said, whispering louder to the group.”Yeah, really.” Mark commented.”How rude.” Tim added, even softer.”Yes, he should.” I chimed in.That is when Tammy chimed in as well. It was almost as if she was defending him.”Well, maybe they don’t want chairs. Maybe they’re comfortable with the way they are. Why blame him?” she asked.The husbands all blushed while the other women remained quiet. Their constant gazing upon the black stud across the large pool was humbling to us.The two white women sat at his side, opening bottles of import beer for him every 30 minutes. They were sharing the marijuana cigarettes he lit from time to time, and simply looking up to him as if he was some sort of ebony Greek god.For the next 2 hours they remained in their area away from us and never made any contact with anyone in our group.It was around 2:30 when the black stud got up and walked towards the entry door. Again, he walked boldly and confidently with his monstrous bulge waving back and forth with every stride. The two beautiful white women followed behind, disappearing moments later. They were heading back to Tra’mon’s condo apartment.The relief we all felt when they departed was substantial, at least for the husbnands. No longer did our pretty young white wives have to view the masculine black stud flaunting himself in such a rude manner. Yet, his presence seemed to linger in their minds and that would have a substantial and very lasting impact in the coming days, especially among those who had already experienced a personal visit. The hours passed and it was now close to 7:30 p.m.We had not seen the black man and his two white guests reemerge from the condo. That is when Barbara suggested that we try inviting him down to watch the fireworks show from the city tonight. This had been the plan all along, to watch the 4th of July fireworks and cap off the celebrate the holiday with a champagne toast.”We should at least invite him.” she suggested.”Yes, that would be the neighborly thing to do.” Tammy agreed.”Yeah. It won’t hurt anyone to try.” Barbara returned.All the husbands had a look of fear on their faces. None of us were so willing to follow through with such a ghastly request. The suggested invitation felt like torture for us. We certainly had no desire to see the young black man spending time around our wives.”No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” one husband said.”Oh, why not? It’s the holiday.” Megan said.We seemed to be in near disbelief that our wives were all in agreement to invite our new black neighbor in to watch the fireworks show.”Richard, just go and invite him and his friends.” my wife, Julie, directed.”I don’t think we should. Maybe later, honey.” I answered.”Oh, stop. Don’t be such a cry baby. Do it now before it gets darker and he makes other plans.” she returned.”Uh, why me?” I asked, scared.”Because you’re the only one who has spoken to him so far.” Julie answered firmly.”You’ve spoken to him,” she reaffirmed.I couldn’t believe my ears. My wife was putting me on the spot. She was pushing me towards going back to his apartment to extend this completely ridiculous invitation.Meekly, I stood up and turned to David.”David, will you come with?” I asked him.”Well, uh, I-I’d rather not.” he quivered.”Oh, will you just go already Richard?” Julie snapped, impatiently.Dejectedly, I turned and began walking towards the entry door by myself. I felt even more uncomfortable than I did two days before when he’d paid Julie and I a visit.Timidly, I made my way down the corridor leading to his apartment. This would be the second time in as many days. It was right around 7:30 and the sun was still out, but it had been nearly 5 hours since he and the two women left the pool area.In the back of my mind, I was hoping they had all left the apartment by now. Hopefully, this won’t be an issue at all. I certainly did not want to face him again, or even see him again. None of the husbands who had been party to a visit as my wife and I and several of the other couples had wanted to have to face him again, although in the backs of our minds, in that primitive, pleasure generating part we knew we would be seeing him sooner or later.END

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