Mrs Wrong

by elec_tron6

I was a wealty white businessman on a trip that I was promised would change my life. Things were going well and I stopped in a strip club for some adult entertainment. I struck up a conversation with a black woman named Fantasy in a sexy, clingy, short silk dress. It turned out she was here for amature night and that we were both married. When the time came she danced on stage and won second place. After the contest she gave a booth dance for some really big black guy and she didn't even object when he felt her up. They saw me watching them and had a long talk before she left him for me. Later she offered to give me a booth dance for free. She was really hot. I felt her up like the black guy did. At first she seemed pretty tense about it but then she loosened up and really got into it.

After she danced 3 times for me she asked if I would like to go back to her room for a fantasy come to life.

"A fantasy for Fantasy?" I said "Sure."

"Your wife?" she asked

"Fuck her." I said, too worked up to care about that right now. "Your husband?" I asked.

"He is getting his fantasy tonight too, don't worry about him." she said.

We left the club together and went to her room in the hotel nextdoor.

Once we got to the room she closed the door and shrugged the dress off on to the floor in a pile of silk. She was now standing before me in white heels, white stockings and garter belt, and a big smile. She stepped forward and gave me a hot wet kiss that lasted a long time while she stroked my erection through my trousers.

"My fantasy is to dominate a white man, to suck and fuck him the way white slave holders used to do it to my ancestors. Will you be my willing sex slave tonight?" she said while she rubbed up against me.

How could I decline? "Yes!" I breathed.

"Oh, wonderful! I swear I'll make this a night you will always remember." she said with a wide white smile.

She helped me undress and once I was naked she sank to her knees and playfully licked my cock. She giggled girlishly when it bounced and smacked her nose.

Fantasy stood again and pushed me backwards on the bed. While she retrieved some cords from her suitcase I checked out her fine chocolate colored ass and those perfectly shaped breasts. The nipples stood up like little hershey kisses.

With red satin cords she tied each of my hands with 3 loops then tied them each to the headboard. It was tight but not uncomfortable but it made me a bit nervous. Then she did my ankles, also with 3 loops each but she wrapped the cord under the bed with the cord holding my legs spread wide. Finally, she wrapped a cord around my waist and under the bed so I couldn't move at all. I tested my bonds and found I was totally at my mercy. I was nervous and incredibly excited.

She climbed on top of me and we got into a hot 69. I licked her as best I could without my hands to hold her and she sucked my dick. This woman was a truly talented cocksucker and she had no trouble taking every inch into her throat. I told her so and she said "I practice on my husband most every night. He is much bigger than you." That was a letdown but I was soon lost in the oral pleasures she was giving me.

It was only a few minites later I was close to shooting in her mouth. She seemed to sense this and stopped sucking me. This was fine with me since I wanted to fuck this wet pussy I was eating anyway. She moaned and ground her pussy into my face. I was able to pull her erect clit into my mouth now and gave it my full attention and soon she was coming on my face.

She climbed off the bed. "I have never been so turned on before." she said "My husband said we should try this but I never imagined how erotic sexual power and domination could be."

"Fuck me now." I said.

"If you want my pussy, beg for it, slave."

"Please fuck me. I'm aching for it. I need to empty my balls into you. Please." I said.

"Oh yes, I will fuck you alright." she said "And empty your balls too, that I promise."

She took a ball gag out of her bag and gagged me. I couldn't even beg now. She looked very happy as she picked up her cell phone and called someone.

"You can come in now" she said.

Now I was really getting worried. I tried to tell her the game had gone far enough but I could only grunt.

I was vastly relieved when she again got on the bed and with one quick motion sank my still hard cock into her wet waiting cunt. I sighed in pleasure as she began to fuck me.

She looked right into my eyes and said "I'm in no rush to make you come. I want this to be special for you, it's the least I can do for you. You see, this isn't really my fantasy, it's my husbands' fantasy. I'm really getting into it, don't get me wrong. I think we will do this again in the future. Sexual power is such a head rush."

I made a questioning sound and she said "Don't think about it. Just enjoy this orgasm as if it were your last. You will know soon enough."

This sounded ominous but my fear was washed away with the sensations of her wet clutching cunt doing it's work on my hard dick. Again, she seemed to sence when I was close to coming and slowed down to prevent my orgasm. I was just about to go out of my mind when the door suddenly opened and in stepped the big black man from the club. He had a huge grin on his face.

"Yo Ho, I'm home." he said as soon as the door was closed behind him. It was gutter talk and it seemed unnatural to him, I guessed he was playing some sort of a role for Fantasy.

Fantasy was unsurprised and continued to slowly fuck me. I was shocked. She had set me up in some sort of game with her husband. I would soon learn it was to be far more horrible than that.

She looked into my eyes and said "Meet my husband Dwayne. This is really his fantasy. He wants to get even in a small way with all the tortures the your ancestors put ours through. He is going to crush your balls after you come. I can only imagine that it will be the most awful pain that any man can ever experience. That's why I want you to come so well. It will be your last I expect. Forget Miss Right, you wanted Miss Right Now and what you got was Mrs.Wrong. Too bad loser."

I tried to scream and shout. I struggled to get free. It was hopeless. I was trapped. And distracted by an impending orgasm that Fantasy was holding just out of my reach.

Dwayne undressed. He was even more impressive with his clothes off. A tall broad man, heavily muscled. The kind of body men wish for and the kind women lust for. He had a large penis too. Nine inches it looked like, half again larger that my six, and thicker as well.

The big black man stood before me. "Listen up Whitey. If you suck my dick good enough I'll spare your balls but you gots to swallow my load. If'n you don't I'll break those puny white balls like eggs." With that, he roughly shoved his large hard on in my mouth.

I was terrified. Fantasy had a look of rapture on her face. She picked up the pace as she fucked me. The feelings of fear and loathing for the black man that was orally raping me and the exquisite pleasure of his wife fucking me were very confusing.

After a minite or so I felt like a hollow man. My will to resist was broken. I began to suck the huge black dick in my face. Cocksucking is not really easy. It made me appreciate a woman's skill even more. With the distraction it was hard to come on the black woman's clutching cunt. Once again my orgasm was close when Fantasy had another orgasm on my cock.

She climbed off me and Dwain backed off as well. "You don't suck worth a shit. Now your balls are gonna die Whitey." he said.

"Gimmie yo ass, ho." He said to Fantasy.

"Yes Honey." she said to him.

Fantasy got on her hands and knees between my legs with her shapely ass pointed at the end of the bed. Dwayne moved behind her and I heard the squish as he shoved his monster dick into her. She continued to play with me with her mouth and hands while her husband vigorously fucked her from behind. He looked at me with a grin. She taunted me with statements like "Dwayne's cock is so much bigger and better than yours." and "I only wanted you for a fuck toy, now a real man is giving me what every woman really needs, the same real man that will crush your balls off."

Ordinarily such talk would be a huge turn off to me but the erotic pleasure and fear must have so confused my feelings that I was simply beside myself with the need to come.

Dwayne paused for a second and then started fucking her some more. Her eyes seemed to bug out and she moaned "Oh my God, He's fucking my ass. It hurts so bad. His dick is streching my ass so much. I can't wait for him to hurt you too."

Dwayne finished and walked up to my face again. Fantasy reached up and stroked him and in seconds his sperm was spewing in my face and eyes. He even shot a bigger load than I did. His potent sperm burned my eyes.

"It's time for you to come now." Fantasy said to me. "It's time for your balls to die."

Fantasy laid beside me and stroked my wet raging erection. Dwayne moved between my legs and gently cupped my delicate balls in his strong hands. I whimpered in fear that it would not be gentle for long.

Fantasy looked into my eyes and said "Do you want to come? Do you need to come even though my man will burst your balls when you do?"

I figured they would do it no matter what now so I nodded.

She grinned. "I pity you for the agony you are about to face. Agony you could have avoided by not having an affair with a married woman. By staying within your own race. By not giving up your freedom to a naked woman you just met. My people learned well that freedom is life. Now you will know it too although it will cost you the death of your balls. "

She leaned forward and sucked my cock head and strongly stroked the shaft. I knew the time had come. At first I tried not to come. I tried to resist the sucking mouth and stroking hand. I tried to concentate on the masculine hands that held my precious balls at risk. But in the confusion of the moment I somehow rationalized it would be ok to come. I moaned into the gag and then shot the first jet of burning come into her mouth. She lifted her ruby red lips off my spewing cockhead and said "Now" as the second jet sprayed her cheek.

It was during the third jet that the pain hit me. Fantasy was staring at my balls in Dwayne's hands and started to finger herself and Dwayne was looking me in the eye with a huge grin as he started to crush me. I'm not even sure of my feeling as the pleasure and pain mixed in my head during my orgasm. Then the pain won.

The world turned red and I couldn't get a breath. I tried to scream at the top of my lungs but I had no air. The pain went on and on in my balls and in my belly. Dimly I heard Dwayne laugh and said "You ain't seen nothing yet, I'm still just playing with them."

Fantasy said "Look, he's still hard a dripping."

I was in agony. The pain was beyond my worst nightmares and it went on and on. Dwayne was crushing first one ball then the other, not quite to the point they would pop from the pressure. Then he used his strong fingers to roll them from top to bottom and back again, over and over. I could see Dwayne smile as he watched my face. I hate him. I hated me. I hated my mother for even giving birth to me. I would have gladly killed myself at that moment to escape the pain.

Fantasy said "Oh my God, I'm coming again. Finish him, pop his balls for me."

Dwayne said to me "Say goodbye to your manhood whitey."

The pain grew no worse but the pressure increased and then with a soft 'pop' sound I knew my life was changed forever. The pain continued and I was fainting as I heard the second 'pop'. I truely wished that this was my death.

I woke to more agony in my balls and belly. I stank of fear and sweat and the pain still went on and on. I was still tied up and gaged on the bed. It was dark and I was alone with my pain. They did not return and I knew I was to lie here until the maid came or I died.

This was by far the longest night of my life. For hours and hours I lie there cursing god and everyone alive. I prayed for death to end this ordeal. I cried more that endless night than even before, even in childhood. I did not sleep at all but thankfully I did faint several more times at least breifly.

When the morning light came I could look down and see my sack swollen to many times it's normal size and a redish blue in color. Finally the maid came in. She was an elderly black woman. She didn't even look surprised to see me like this. She left and returned a few minutes later not with police or doctors, but with the other maids. They laughed at me and talked about me like a naughty little boy. They only stopped laughing when they ungagged me and I told them I had been tied and tortured here.

The next few days were a blur of police, doctors, hospitals, my wife, and pain drugs. I barely remember when the doctors told me they could not save my testicles. I don't remember the surgery to remove them at all.

When my wife found out all the details she quickly divorced me and basically got the kids, house, car, money, and everything else. In court all the details of my injuries were brought out. Some people snickered, some looked at me with pity or revulsion. I can't even sleep well anymore. I wake up most every night screaming and soaked with sweat. The memory of that awful night will haunt me for the rest of my life. I wonder if Fantasy and Dwanye think of it while they enjoy sex together, sex like I cannot ever know again.