Mrs. Auden's Weakness by Cuckolded_BlK_Male

[Khadija88]

Mrs. Auden's Weakness



by Cuckolded_BlK_Male ©





My husband and I live in Atlanta Georgia, just one of the thousands of young

black professional couples who’ve migrated to 'Hotlanta' in recent years. I’m

program director for a local talk radio station. My husband, Tyrell, is an

accountant. We own a beautiful three bedroom colonial style home, just

outside of Atlanta, where we live with our two children Carl and Camille.



I’m a gorgeous woman and I know it. My face or more specifically my luscious

full pouty lips paid my way through college. I was a lip model for a cosmetics

company until I graduated. At 34 years old, I still think that I’ve got it. I’m 5’

9½' tall. I’m very leggy and I weigh a voluptuous 150lb. I have the classic black

woman’s body, 38DDD‑ 24‑ 40. My husband still drools over my tiny waist and

my big round ass. I have the kind of ass that young Black men call a

ba‑dunka‑dunk. In other words, this thick sista puts J‑Lo to shame. I get my

fair share of attention from men. In fact, I get much more than my fair share.

That’s what got me into this situation.



It was about 7: 30 PM and I was working late as usual. The rest of the staff

had long since departed. The only people left in the office were Jim Berman and

me. Jim is what’s loosely called on air talent. Jim hosts a rather vulgar sports

talk in show. Personally, I’d just as soon fire him on principle, but he’s very

popular within the White male 18‑34 demographic. The man is a crude boorish

sexist clod. He’s everything that I wouldn’t want in a man. Thank God that my

loving husband, Tyrell, is the polar opposite of that jerk.



I could hear the show over the P.A. Jim was being his obnoxious self as usual,

but something wasn’t right. None of the current advertisers’ spots were

running. In fact there hadn’t been a commercial break in about 20 minutes.

What’s going on in the both, I thought.



I ran down the stairs, as fast as the 3 inch heals of my Chloë gold and

burgundy pumps would allow. Trying to run in heels made my fat brown bubble

butt wiggle like Jell‑O under the clingy silk‑wool blend of my form‑fitting Narciso

Rodriguez skirt. I jogged down the long corridor to the broadcast both. The On

Air light was flashing red, but looking through the window, it was clear that Jim

wasn’t in the booth. He had put in a tape of an old show and left in the middle

both in the middle of his shift. 'Where is that jerk' I whispered to myself. 'This is

the last straw. This time he’s out of here!'.



I searched up and down the halls for about 5 minutes, before I heard some

noise coming from The Station Manager’s office. I tried the door and it opened

without resistance revealing Mr. Williams’ well appointed office suite. 'Now

that’s odd', I thought. I was sure that Mr. Williams wasn’t in his office at that

time of night.



The outer office was empty, and apparently hadn’t been disturbed. There was

a steady whooshing sound coming from the private bath room in the back of

the office. Suddenly it stopped with a squeak of faucets being turned. Then I

new that bastard Jim was trespassing in Mr. Williams’ office. Certainly he hadn’t

come all the way down here just to use the boss's’ toilet. I crept surreptitiously

over to the door and pulled it, it too offered no resistance. The bathroom was

full of steam, which made it difficult to see exactly what or who was in there.

As it cleared I saw Jim standing there in front of Mr. Williams’ vanity with an

idiotic shocked look on his face. He had just gotten out of the shower, and was

soaking wet. He was wearing a small white towel around his waist and nothing

else.



'Do you know that a commercial spot hasn’t run almost an hour?' I snapped at

Jim. He just looked me right in the eyes and dead panned 'don’t take that tone

with me bitch.' 'Did you just call me a bitch?' I shouted incredulously, taking a

step toward him and having every intention of slapping the taste out of his foul

mouth. 'Did I st‑st‑st‑st‑stutter, Mrs. Auden?' said the obnoxious prick. 'Now

why don’t you clear out of here, and go back to what your pencil pushing …

that is unless you want to help me dry off'. I couldn’t believe that he had the

audacity to challenge my managerial authority like that. I was so mad that I

was shaking. I hissed through clenched teeth,' I don’t care how good your

ratings have been, you bastard! I’m going to have your job for this,' I shouted

on the verge of incoherent rage. 'Insubordination and leaving the broadcast

both, while you are supposed to be doing a live show, are reason enough to

justify your termination!'



Totally ignoring me, Jim turned and picked up a small toiletry bag. 'If you have

a problem with me, take it up with Bob Williams. He’s the one who hired me', he

said as he turned and walked over toward the sink. 'And as long as I’m bringing

in the A‑List sponsors that line his pockets, you aren’t firing anyone. Geez, you

token Blacks get a title and you think you own the place.' He then took a can

of shaving cream out of his bag and nonchalantly began to apply the foamy

lather to his face. I didn’t know what to say. I’d never been spoken to in this

manner. I was an executive, and he was merely a late night DJ. He turned from

his shaving to ask me, 'Is there something else that you want?' As if on queue,

his towel slipped from around his waist and fell in a heap at his feet.



There I was a professional black woman with an MBA, a faithful wife and

mother, standing in a bathroom, with my mouth wide open in shock, staring at

a naked white man. My breathing came quick as I took in the sight before me.

I’d never noticed how much of a man Jim was. His body was taught and

muscular. His chest and cut up wash board stomach were covered with a

carpet of furry golden blond hair. But, what took my breath away was his cock.





Jim’s glistening, white, cock hung heavily between his legs. I’d never seen a

man with such enormous endowment. It was much longer limp than my

husband’s 7½' dick was when fully erect. The massive thickly veined shaft was

nearly as wide as the can of shaving cream in his hand. Capping Jim’s huge

white donkey dick was an obscenely bloated purple mushroom, the size of a

toddler’s fist. I was hypnotized by pendulous swinging of his long fat hose. Jim’s

voice startled me back to reality.



'Oh, so you like the works, huh? Why don’t you touch it baby? It won’t hurt

you.' I felt threatened and confused. This man was my subordinate. He was

showing a total lack of respect for me and my position, but my pussy was

suddenly tingling and moist. I didn’t even reply to Jim’s lewd comment. I just

turned and ran out of the bathroom. I didn’t stop running until I was back in my

office. I sat at my desk trembling. My panties were soaked and an

unexplainable sexual fear was spreading through me. I felt like a deer being

stalked by wolf. 'Please don’t let him come up here', I whispered to myself.



Jim didn’t even knock. He barged into my office, walking around my desk to

stand right next to me. I felt that he could smell my fear and perhaps my

arousal as well. He grabbed the back of my large leather office chair and turned

me around to face him. By this time he had dressed, and was wearing a tight

white T‑shirt that hugged his well toned torso. Jim was standing far too close,

menacing me. He was in my personal space, and the huge bulge in his faded

wrangler jeans was inches from my face. Casually he ripped open my silk

blouse, and expertly unhooked my front‑latching lace bra. My big brown triple

Ds spilled out and he cruelly pulled and pinched on my large, chocolate, grape

sized nipples.



I looked up into his cold steely blue eyes, silently pleading to be spared. All I

saw there was animal lust. He reached down and casually unbuttoned his

jeans. I gasped involuntarily. Jim licked his thin lips and sneered down at me,

'You do the rest, you high and mighty bitch'. The harsh words burned in my

ears. I’d been hit on by white men many times. They were usually so meek and

polite, almost to the point of being subservient. Jim was the opposite. He was a

conqueror, and I was to be his next conquest and we both knew it.



Jim quickly tired of my vacillation and took matters into his own hands. He

reached out with a sinewy muscular tattooed arm and clutched a hand full of

the long black hair pinned up in a bun on the top of my head. Suddenly my face

was pressed into Jim’s grapefruit sized basket. The rough denim scratched my

face. I tried to pull away, but by this time I was offering only a token

resistance. The intoxicating aroma of his shower fresh crotch was quickly

eroding the little that I had left. The angry fat monster beneath the rough

fabric was coming to life. It was swelling and lengthening down the leg of Jim’s

skin tight jeans. I could feel its pulsating heat against my cheek. I could resist

this man no longer. I nuzzled my face against his gigantic denim covered cock.

Even as I began to kiss the grotesque lump hanging down his leg, I wavered.



I pleaded in a weak voice, 'Jim please, don’t make me do this. I’m a married

woman.' Jim threw back his head and laughed, 'I’m not making you do anything

you aren’t dying to do, you horny bitch. I bet that black pussy of yours is

bubbling by now.' He released his tight grip on my hair. 'Get up and walk away if

you don’t want this big white cock buried your pretty brown pussy.' My pussy

gushed at his words. 'Otherwise, shut up, quit whining about your Black bastard

husband and wrap those big lips around my fat white cock. If you were such a

fine married lady, then one look at this big white pussy‑stretcher wouldn’t have

made you so goddamned horny, you slut. That is just what you are, my married

black slut.' Tears stained my cheeks as I surrendered to this cruel stud. Slowly

I licked up his zipper, until I found the tab at the top. I clenched it in my teeth

and pulled it down. I fully expected to be hit in the face with a hard white

cock, but Jim’s big horse dick was still jammed down the leg on his pants. With

immaculately manicured hands, I grasped the belt hooks of his jeans and pealed

them down off of his trim waste. Jim’s jeans went down around his thighs. Still

the head of his huge fat white cock was hidden from view.



Gently I wrapped my fingers around the thick veiny shaft, and hauled it out. I

realized at that moment that Jim’s was the cock that I’d always dreamed of. Its

white shaft was in stark contrast to the brown of my long delicate fingers,

which could not touch around its incredible girth. It was half hard. The massive

purple head weighed it down so that it hung an inch from my moist trembling

lips. I could feel the heat radiating off of it. A drop of clear pre‑ejaculate oozed

from the angry looking slit in the tip of the swollen Mushroom head.



Almost against my will, my long pink tongue snaked out and licked the bitter

nectar from the hole. I scooted off my Italian leather office chair, and onto my

knees. I was still feeling terrible guilt about cheating on my wonderful husband,

but I belonged on my knees in front of Jim. Hungrily, I ran my tongue all around

the fat head of his cock. It tasted so good. 'You have such a big cock baby' I

purred, looking up into Jim’s eyes. I lifted his heavy dick and slathered its hot

underbelly with my juicy lips and tongue. Jim growled back, 'That’s it bitch,

that’s how I like my black women, on their knees with my cock in their mouth.' I

reached out and cradled his low slung furry balls in my hand. They were the

size of goose eggs. With my other hand, I hefted the rigid log and kissed the

drooling head. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and wrapped my luscious

full lips around Jim’s fat white Cock.



Jim harsh demeanor softened slightly once I began fellating his oversized penis

in earnest. I really couldn’t get much more than the head in my mouth. That

thing looked like it belonged on a mule. I stuffed my mouth with his fat white

cock. I could feel the deliciously distended head butting against the back of my

throat, gagging me. My lust for his king sized man meat overcame the choking

reflex, and the growing ache in my jaw. I welcomed the assault on my throat. I

desperately wanted to swallow this big white fuck stick. I firmly but gently

massaged his big bloated balls, and the sensitive area just behind them. I

wanted to milk a hot gooey load out of those big fat balls. Taking my mouth off

Jim’s huge dick, I looked at it admiring its tremendous size and hardness. I

licked every fat juicy inch. Ducking my head under his baseball bat of a cock, I

slurped and gargled on Jim's big hairy white balls. At 11:30, when I realized that

he wasn’t in the both, I had been his boss, Mrs. Auden. One hour later I was

his brown sugar cock slut. I was on my knees worshiping his big white dick, and

my juicy black pussy was soppy wet. Jim fisted his mighty woman taming cock,

causing the huge helmet head to swell even further. With one hand he, again,

grasped my hair. With the other he wiped his drooling penis round and round my

pouty lips, like a giant lipstick.



He began to cruelly tease me. Taking his sweet cock out of the reach of my

hungry mouth, then slapping me with it. I held my face up willingly for him to

dick slap. He then let go of his white monster cock. It bounced heavily, sticking

out 11¾ inches from his blond pubic bush. Without warning he pulled me to my

feet. 'Strip', was his only command. By that time I was his whore. He didn’t

have to tell me twice.



I tore at my remaining clothes to follow Jim’s orders, but also needing to be

naked in front of this Stud. When all my clothes lay in a heap on the floor

except my red thong panties, Jim grabbed my arm roughly and pushed me over

my desk. I didn’t dare resist. My head and shoulders hung over the opposite

side of the desk. But my big brown breasts were mashed into the unyielding

mahogany desk. I heard movement, and I knew that Jim was removing his tight

wranglers. My fat juicy pussy ached to feel the penetration that would surely

come next. Jim hooked his strong fingers into the waistband of my red silk

panties, and unceremoniously ripped them off me.



He slapped my fat booty lightly. He squeezed it and kneaded it. I could tell that

he appreciated the big ass that my momma had given me and which he was

taking from my unsuspecting husband. Most men can’t resist a black woman’s

round bubble butt. I was holding my rump up to give him full access to it. His

strong hands were like magic on my soft plump derriere. Suddenly, I heard a

whooshing sound, followed by a crack, very much like a fire cracker. The pain

quickly followed, exploding across the smooth Surface of my ass. Jerking my

head around, I was horrified to see Jim’s arm raised high above his head. In his

tightly clenched fist was his belt, doubled over. Whoosh, down came his arm,

the leather belt bit deeply into my tender bottom. CRACK, red hot leather

scorched my naked exposed ass. 'Owwh, please, please', I begged abandoning

the last shreds of dignity. CRACK, I was squirming, desperately trying to escape

the terrible sting of the punishment that Jim was inflicting on me. CRACK! He

placed his strong hand in the small of my back, and held me down. CRACK! I

was helpless to resist the whipping that I was being forced to take. Sobbing

like a recalcitrant little girl, who suddenly finds herself over her daddy’s knee,'

please, ugghh, please Jim, owwwh, please stop!' 'That’s it baby wiggle that big

ass for me' was Jim’s reply. 'The next time you raise your voice to me, you sexy

black slut, I’ll whip the skin off your ass!' For emphases, Jim assaulted my up

turned booty with a final flurry of burning hot strokes. 'Ughhh, Ughhh' I cried,

totally broken. My tortured whelped ass burned like fire, but my pussy was

running like a faucet.



Jim positioned himself behind me, forcing my legs further apart. The hard desk

was woefully uncomfortable and heat radiated from my injured butt. 'You ready

to get fucked Mrs. Auden?', Jim sneered at me. My thoughts were instantly of

my family. How was this happening? My mind was screaming, get up … don’t let

him do this. My lustful body would have none of it. My silent reply was to arch

my back and hold my ass up high, offering the free access to my aching

sopping wet pussy to the man who’d just whipped me. My betrayal of my

husband was complete when I felt the hot blunt head of Jim’s cock pressing

against my hungry tight black pussy.



'Mmmmm', I moaned at the first contact of his fat cock against my shiny wet

pussy lips. Jim grabbed his huge dick and wiped the drooling head up and down

my wet slit, coating his giant mushroom‑head with my wetness. Electric shocks

ran through my body when that big white dick rubbed over my fat distended

clit. I was involuntarily humping back against His cock. I wanted it inside of my

body, where it could do the most damage. Jim lined up that swollen white billy

club with my pink hole, and pushed. I moaned as I felt my pussy yawning,

trying to accommodate the oversized head. It wouldn’t go in. 'Ughhh' I grunted

as he tried again to force his monstrous cock into my tight pussy. I’d never had

a man with such a huge cock. Jim’s white donkey dick dwarfed my husband’s

more than adequate penis. Jim walked away into the Mr. Williams bathroom. He

returned with a jar of Vaseline.



Jim walked around to the other side of the desk and stood in front of me. His

huge fat cock swung pendulously in front of my face. I followed the bobbing

plum sized head with my mouth, hungrily licking and sucking, tasting my own

juices mixed with his dick drool. 'You need to wear a condom Jim. I’m not on

any type of birth control, and its around the time that I should be ovulating.'

Jim didn’t say a word in reply. 'Jim, I’m a married woman, please don’t do this to

me' I pleaded emphatically, all the while slavishly swabbing his fleshy, white,

horse cock with my tongue. 'Look!' Jim snarled. 'You want to get fucked, or

don’t you? Either way, I give less than a fuck! I’m going to fuck your tight black

pussy raw, and without any god damned condom getting in my way. The

fucking things never fit anyway. I’m going to fuck you until you cry on my big

white cock, and then I’m going to dump a load of Aryan sperm knee deep in

your furry black cunt. If you’ve got a fucking problem with that, tough! Now

shut the fuck up and grease my cock up!' He handed me the Vaseline. 'Please,

you can’t do this. I’m fertile right now', I sobbed in vain, while massaging the

thick grease into his big veiny muscle cock. 'Hey, that’s a problem for you and

your piece of shit husband', he chuckled. 'Be sure to tell that big black bastard

that I said your fat brown sugar pussy belonged to me from the moment I laid

eyes on you.' He walked back around behind me, and bumped the gigantic shiny

knob against my tight hole. 'Now open up and give me that black pussy', he

said as he grabbed my shoulder with one hand, and pulled me back against his

crotch. His massive purple cock‑head forced its way past my nether lips into

the mouth of my defenseless pussy. My tight opening yawned painfully around

the incredible girth of his magnificent manhood. 'Arggghhhh', I screamed. 'Oh

God, its too big. Please! Ugghhh, take it out. Pleeeeeease, Jim just for a

second. Ahhhhh, you’re killing me! You’re too big Jim.' I flailed around, trying to

dislodge the massive intruder from my tightly stretched pussy. Jim used his

superior strength to hold me down, bent over the large rather ostentatious

looking desk. Only the head and an inch or two of the shaft were in me. It felt

like there was an arm stuck in my pussy. Every time I moved, trying to ease

the pressure of being forced open by that big cock, Jim would follow my

movements. He kept a steady pressure, slowly dilating my tender vaginal barrel

with his overpowering tool. I could feel his throbbing monster growing even

larger. He was aroused by my struggling. I was stuck, skewered on the end of

Jim’s big white spear.

Jim kept one hand in the small of my back to keep me from wiggling off of his

fat cock. He grabbed a handful of my hair with the other hand, and pulled my

head back, reigning me in like an unruly mare. As I screamed from the

discomfort of having my hair pulled, Jim caught me off guard and plowed half of

his 11¾' white cock into my over‑stretched black pussy. 'Ummmmmfh!' The

wind was knock out of me. Jim was suddenly deep in my womb. He began to

fuck me relentlessly. 'Ummmph, ummmph, ummmph, oh God, Ummph, Your dick,

Ummph, Jim, Ummph your dick...' I grunted like a stuck pig. Jim kept pounding

my spasming black pussy. My pussy was clutched so tightly around his

mammoth shaft, that as he pulled it halfway out on each stroke, I could feel

my pink pussy hole being pulled inside out.



'Who’s black pussy is this', Jim demanded. He yanked my hair back to let me

know what my answer should be. I was too far gone to resist his power. He

was a super‑stud and he knew it. 'Its yours Jim. Uggghhh, just, ugghhh, keep,

ugghhh, fucking meeeeeee!' The intensity of my orgasm momentarily blinded

me. I’d never had a purely vaginal orgasm before. But, there I was, coming all

over a white man’s dick. 'Oohhhh shit, Ughhh, this is your black pussy, Daddy,

Ughhhh, fuck it, Ughhh, fuck it hard!!!!'

My orgasm set Jim off. He began bucking into me like a wild beast. His huge low

hung balls were slapping against my swollen clit. All 11 inches of his wrist thick

horse cock were plowing my fertile pussy, rearranging my insides. I was

delirious from the intoxicatingly mixture of pleasure and pain. I’d never been so

stuffed in all of my life. Jim was touching parts of my womb that had never

been stimulated. The fat spongy head of his oversized manhood pounded my

cervix like a jackhammer. I just kept coming, one orgasm being overlapped by

the next, in waves of pure ecstasy. Jim rhythm became erratic. He jerked into

me, stabbing my womb with his blunt sword. He threw back his head and

howled like Coyote in heat. Then I felt his huge cock spasming in my womb, as

he emptied his big nuts deep in my fertile belly.



After his orgasm subsided, Jim ease his semi hard pussy stretcher out of my

ravaged black pussy. It was covered with a gooey mixture of his and my cum.

My pussy gaped open. I felt empty, and very sore. Jim sat on the edge of the

desk and lit a cigarette. 'Clean my cock bitch' he ordered in a no nonsense

tone. I submissively scooted off the desk and fell to my knees, a copious

amount of white man’s cum oozing out of my ravaged brown sugar pussy. I

licked every nook and cranny of Jim’s delicious dick, the dick that had brought

me so much pleasure and pain, and the dick that had totally mastered me.



I went home to my husband with a sore open pussy. He could tell that I’d had

a hard day, so being the sweetheart that he is; he drew me a warm bubble

bath. There were scented candles all around the bathroom, and rose petals

floating in the bath water. On a table near the tub was a bottle of Dom chilling

in ice, and a small dish full of fresh chocolate covered strawberries. The

soothing melodious sound of Jazz was coming from the built‑in Bose speakers in

the walls. My husband knelt next to the tub and bathed me, massaging every

inch of my ravaged body. While he did that, I sipped Champagne from a gilded

flute, and nibbled on strawberries dipped in Godiva chocolate. After my bath,

Tyrell toweled me off, and wrapped me in a luxurious white terry‑cloth robe. He

picked my up effortlessly and carried me into the bedroom. He was disappointed

that I wouldn’t let him make love to me, but unbeknown to him, I was all fucked

out for the evening. My husband had prepared heated fragrant oils which were

on the nightstand. He lovingly and dutifully massaged my aching body until I

drifted off into a deep sleep...filled with dreams of Jim Berman's big white cock.



I love my husband and I’d never leave him. But, though I despise that White

bastard and his big white Sista‑taming‑cock, I can't say no to my new white

Master. I’m sure it’s just a matter of time until he has me butt‑naked and

screaming, with my fat juicy black pussy impaled on his all‑conquering 11¾

inch, beer‑can‑thick, white, horse‑cock!

[MistressNoire]

Sinfully sexy. I like the attention to detail in this story. It feels real instead of rushed. A lot of these tales are flat because the characters lack depth. Not this one.