Michelle's Story Ch. 01

Once the blouse hung open, Sarge grabbed the loose front, rotating the material over her shoulders until they fell to the floor behind her. The cool air hit her breasts and Michelle knew what that did to her enlarged nipples. She held her breath, as long as possible, but suddenly her chest started to heave.

Sarge swiftly moved his hands so that his fingers brushed both hard nipples. He grinned at the agony etched on Michelle's pretty face when he skillfully teased her rosebuds without the slightest retaliation. Her arms remained down at her sides and Sarge knew his blackmail had worked magic. He admired the swollen nipples and noticed how her chest heaved every time his daring fingers brushed across the extraordinary buds.

Suddenly filled with the utmost confidence, Sarge went beyond tenderness. "Standstill! Standstill my pet... so Sarge can see what you have to offer. Maybe you aren't sexy enough to buy freedom for husband." She tried hard not to move a muscle knowing she must look silly being only half dressed. Her ripped bra still hung down with the empty cups in her armpits. She still wore her skirt and high heels, but it felt like nothing with the man's hungry eyes devouring her nakedness.

Michelle obeyed even though she knew what was next. She could not remember her legs shaking so badly or being filled with so much fear. Sarge casually ripped the loosened bra from her torso and he threw it against a large mirror, which decorated one wall. He then moved around her shivering body until he stood directly in front of her. Sarge stared into her eyes seeing a helpless woman. "Take off... strip now!"

Involuntarily her hands moved and began the arduous task of complying with his orders. She kept thinking of the dire consequences for Rodney if she did not obey Sarge's disparaging instructions. It did not take long before Michelle was stripped of her dignity. She stood in front of the man allowing his hungry eyes to devour her luscious nakedness.

Michelle was positive she had passed out. All of a sudden she was in Sarge's arms and he was carrying her back to the overstuffed sofa. He sort of tossed her onto the sofa and easily guided her into a sitting position with her feet flat on the floor. Without any warning, Sarge stripped the dressing robe from his body and he stood erect right in front of Michelle.

Her eyes bulged when she saw his hardened length of steel, which stood at a 45-degree angle in front of his charcoal hips. It was not so much the color or the fact the penis was hard that shocked Michelle. It was the fact the penis was so large. "No... oh gawd, no... please no," she moaned hoping for a salvation. "You don't understand. I am... I just can't."

Sarge loved it when his white slaves begged. He liked nothing more than forcing a woman to be extremely dramatic in voicing her fear and trepidation. Sarge imagined himself being totally irresistible and overpowering, which filled him with a rampant confidence. His eyes never left Michelle's agonizing face that looked more appealing and attractive than ever.

"Now you pay... pay for husband freedom. You suck... and make Sarge happy... or else," he whispered. Sarge watched her pretty face twist and her expression turn to one of sheer horror. "You be my white whore... now suck!" Sarge moved forward and he bravely waved his enlarged pecker in front of Michelle's frightened face. All of a sudden he grabbed her head holding it steady while he rubbed his penis all over her flushed cheeks. First one cheek and then the other, making Michelle turn her head trying to avert his demeaning taunting.

Michelle expected him to shove his penis into her mouth so her hand went out to prevent him from ramming it down her throat. She didn't mean to hold his penis, but it was that, or obey his filthy command.

Sarge was in complete control and he saw no need for foreplay or for prolonging the inevitable. "Blowjob. Suck my cock... now! Or get the hell out of my office." He could hear soft whimpering sounds coming from her throat when he thrust his hips forward until his bulging cock touched her lips. Michelle's mouth seemed to open reluctantly, but it felt like heaven to Sarge when her hot mouth engulfed the head of his cock.

Michelle's dainty hand looked utterly spectacular around his throbbing pecker. She stroked his rod by moving her hand back and forth while keeping the head buried in her steamy mouth. Sarge dearly wanted to fill her mouth with his burning lava, but that was not his objective.

Michelle resigned herself to fulfilling the man's disgusting wishes. She vowed to suck his cock in hopes it would save her from actually having sex with the blackmailer. When he suddenly pulled his throbbing pecker out of her mouth, she was a little disappointed. Sarge slapped her hands down, as if demanding that she sit still with her arms at her sides. Then he began rubbing his scorching penis all over her flushed face and even down her neck until he poked each boob with his wet prick.

Sarge purposely coated both nipples with pre-cum and then he ordered Michelle onto her back. "You good slut... now you fuck Sarge," he stated giving her a stern shove backwards. "Lay down like good white slave... and we fuck!"

She knew what was coming. "Please... gawd you can't. Please, don't do it," she pleaded. Michelle thought crying might help so she let the tears flow freely. She sobbed and could hardly speak when she begged Sarge, "You just can't... I am not taking anything. Oh gawd... no you can't. I could get pregnant!"

Everything she did merely enraged Sarge making him more aroused than ever. He loved when women begged and loved watching them squirm trying to stay out of his grasp. Michelle was everything he hoped for and hearing her horrifying affirmation that she was fertile was Sarge's momentous gratification.

The sofas inside his office were designed with one thing in mind. They were oversized and perfectly suitable for his devious plans. Michelle was no match for the African guards. The three worked together with Emu and Mosi each pinning one of Michelle's arms above her head so that she was confined flat on her back. She kicked and twisted her hips trying to stop Sarge from getting between her legs, but it was hopeless. He easily pushed on the insides of her thighs pushing them wide apart so there was room for his slender hips between her splayed legs.

"Oh no... gawd, not like this... please, oh please," she moaned feeling utterly helpless. "Oh my gawd... please don't do it. Please use something so I don't..."

Sarge loved hearing her beg, but he suddenly cut her off midway through her dire appeal. He chuckled at her pleas knowing his blackmail would keep Michelle on her back, as long as he wanted her there. All the women he blackmailed would do anything to keep their husbands out of prison, even go as far as having sex with him knowing they might get pregnant. He watched Michelle squirm and twist her body trying desperately to keep out of his clutches.

All of a sudden Sarge pressed forward. Sarge shifted his upper body and dropped down over Michelle, stretching out until he could hold her arms fully extended over her head. He grabbed her around the wrists allowing Emu and Mosi to let go of her arms. Sarge's dark, rugged face was mere inches above her teary eyes and Michelle could see the man was very determined. Her eyes opened so big it made Michelle appear frightened, but even sexier to the three guards.

Michelle's heart began beating much faster. Doom swiftly closed in on her, as she felt completely vulnerable with Sarge laying prone over her nakedness. The large African lay on top of Michelle threatening to take her at any moment. Sarge purposely let his swollen cock press against her tummy and he pushed his hips downward letting her feel every inch of his throbbing black prick.

Emu and Mosi knew exactly what to do and they each held one of Michelle's legs out to the side allowing their boss complete freedom. Michelle began to whimper knowing she was at the mercy of the powerful man. She felt Sarge pushing his oversized penis against her midsection, rolling his hips so that it stabbed her in the belly. Michelle's panic stricken mind fretted over being his prisoner; yet she could think of no way out of the ominous situation. She quickly conceded to the fact Sarge would keep Rodney in jail if she didn't cooperate.

Sarge lifted his hips. He arched his back enough so that his hard pecker barely touched Michelle and he merely let the head roam over her overheated flesh. Skillfully, he let his hips guide the head over her tummy making sure to graze every spot while leaving a trail of gooey wetness. Then he shifted his torso downward until the head of his pecker slipped between Michelle's widespread legs letting her know the end was near.

Michelle's chest heaved and rolled trying frantically to evade the man. Her breathing was so ragged it seemed she was losing control. Sarge threatened to invade her inner domain, but then he pulled back giving her a temporary reprieve. He grinned feeling her body shudder every time he let his penis graze her unprotected opening. It was music to his ears hearing the loud gasps of maddening distress when he teased her.

All of a sudden Sarge accidentally pushed a little too hard. Suddenly the entire head of his enlarged penis got soaked with burning juices. He planned to pull back and continue the intense teasing, but the heat was overwhelming. Michelle's cunt was extremely tight and it was so hot that Sarge's chest filled with cavernous desire. He thrust his hips feeling even more intense desire for the quivering woman.

Suddenly he couldn't stop his powerful hips. Sarge drove downwards like a beast. Michelle wanted to scream; yet she couldn't because her breathing had stopped. She felt the thick meat invade her most private haven knowing it was wrong, but still she was unable to fight. The wide head sliced through her cervix with an ease so surprising that Michelle felt completely bewildered. Instead of it being the most humiliating and degrading event of her life, it seemed surreal and her body felt totally alive.

She could not remember holding her breath for such a long time. Michelle kept waiting for the expected pain, but all she felt was the most concentrated sensations, which increased her heartbeat to an unbearable rate. Her chest pounded sending blood rushing throughout her entire body and her temperature rose skyward giving her a fully flushed appearance.

The big, black man was buried to the hilt and the inferno was making his balls swell with buckets of cum. "Now you will have orgasm... show husband what a white whore you are. Feel my black rod in your belly... and cum... cum like a slut," he whispered.

Michelle was confused. 'What the hell did he mean? How could Rodney know what was going on,' she wondered?

"But you said sex... not this. No... Rodney must never know," she said feeling more desperate with each passing second. "No... I won't. Go ahead and have me, you bastard... but I won't do that. Never!"

It was this precise time Sarge waited for with every white woman he blackmailed. The time he became their ultimate master. The time he forced them to climax while their husbands looked on.

He sensed Michelle was on the brink. He rammed his thick cock in and out a few times before grabbing her roughly by the hair. He reached forward jerking her head sideways. "See... see the mirror? Well your husband is behind that glass... watching. He is going to see orgasm... see you cum on my cock," Sarge whispered, holding her head pointed at the two-way mirror. "There is only one way to free your husband!"

His words hung in the air like morning dew. Michelle realized that she not only had to have sex with the disgusting man, but she also had to make him happy.

Sarge let her head drop onto the leather sofa. He reached for her titties grabbing the nipples and squeezing hard. He pulled outward stretching the elastic buds beyond tolerable limits. "Don't you want to save your husband? There is only one way!"

She stared into the dark, stern eyes. The dilemma was profound. Suddenly his lips were moving again. "I will wait... wait for orgasm. Then I will fill your white cunt with black chizz," he whispered bringing an end to her futile struggle. "Fill belly with African cum."

Michelle was delirious and quickly overcome thinking she was doing the right thing. How her hand reached between the sweaty bodies was a mystery. Michelle's fingers slipped down her chest tracing a path across the soft under swell of her boobs to her tummy, which was quivering madly. Her hand seemed to belong to a stranger who moved her fingers with a passionate fervor over her heated flesh. She squirmed wildly seemingly trying to evade the self-gratifying caresses, but there was no escape.

The most profound moment of truth shocked Michelle back to reality. Her damning hand slipped downward between the two bodies and over the ticklish indent of her bellybutton. Her tummy jumped in reaction to the tender caresses and that was followed by a shocking gasp when her fingers dropped to caress her raised pelvis. Sarge realized what was happening and he arched his back raising his upper torso above Michelle. He stared at the reflection of naked bodies in the big two-way mirror with a feeling of immense pride and satisfaction.

Michelle was utterly astounded by her brazen immorality when her skilled fingers dipped into the valley of desire. She separated the puffy labia to expose her throbbing control button and it made her blush with immense shame. When she pinched the throbbing clitoris, her heart almost came out of her chest. She could feel the thick, black meat stretching her honey-hole and she did the unthinkable. Her fingers rolled the tiny clit back and forth so vigorously that her hips rocked out of control. It was the most humiliating event of her life, but Michelle reasoned it was the only way to save her husband.

Rodney stared at the utterly raunchy scene. His wife was always overly dramatic when she climaxed and it was very apparent Michelle was in the midst of an earth-shattering orgasm. Her face was contorted with profound lust. Her fingers were moving so fast he could only imagine what it did to her precious clitoris. His faithful wife was creaming with a big, black penis buried deep inside her womanhood.

Sarge was a master of deception. He arched his back and slapped Michelle's titties making sure to strike her swollen nipples each time. The burning inferno tightened around his enlarged pecker and he used constant pumping to end Michelle's spectacular downfall. The conquest was beyond Sarge's expectations and he imagined the husband witnessing his wife's ultimate demise.

Sarge was at his best when he released his demons. He uttered loud grunting sounds with each powerful thrust, as his lance cut through Michelle's inner being. Every time he inserted the flared head of his bulging penis into virgin territory, he jettisoned molten lava into the deepest reaches of her womb. Sarge put his dark hands on the sides of her hips pulling hard each time he thrust downward with his hips.

All of a sudden Rodney realized the guard next to him was talking. "She his white whore... she hot bitch. You wait... Enu and Mosi next," he said making Rodney shudder. "You watch... see wife get fucked by many black cock."

Rodney was distraught by the revelation. He watched his darling wife's body squirm and thrust with the African's cock still embedded in her snatch. There was no doubt she had experienced a violent orgasm matching the one Sarge was going through. As the big man's hips slowly came to a stop, Rodney's eyes opened wide in trepidation. The two guards standing next to the sofa were taking off their clothes. It took mere moments until they stood proud and stately beside the unknowing woman.

Michelle thought her turmoil was over. Suddenly she saw a naked man out of the corner of her eye. To make matters worse, the guard fisted his oversized cock making sure it was hard as steel. She watched the foreskin flow back and forth over the bulbous head like a well-oiled machine. A quantity of clear fluid squirted from the slit at the end of the black penis and Michelle realized the blackmail wasn't finished. These evil blackmailing guards were going to use and abuse her and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

The three guards wanted her to struggle and protest. Sarge encouraged Michelle to fight and he allowed her legs to flail wildly, as she tried to stop Emu from getting between them. Sarge didn't hold her down or stop her from sitting up. He merely prevented her from getting off the sofa by pushing and prodding her so that she remained spread out on the leather cushions.

Suddenly Sarge ordered Mosi to assist him. Each held one of Michelle's legs until she was spread wide again allowing Emu complete freedom. The guard rolled onto the sofa and between her splayed legs bringing a scream of protest from the overpowered wife.

Rodney put his hands on the glass pretending that he wanted to help his wife. The guard standing beside him was enjoying the erotic display and he wanted to make the husband suffer. "Not worry... only fuck... not hurt wife," the guard whispered. They watched, as Emu fisted his pecker, and slapped Michelle's white flesh all over. First he left a wet trail across Michelle's flat belly before slapping her raised pelvis.

Sarge was now free to carry out more depraved chastisement. He reached across his desk flicking a switch to allow sound into the secret room so the husband could hear. "Emu see cunt... pretty white cunt," Emu said, knowing what his boss expected him to do. "Emu stick prick in ... fuck white slut." The guard's voice shook Rodney to the core. The husband watched in horror, as his wife's turmoil continued with a second guard mounting her naked body.

Michelle felt the head of the massive pecker spreading her labia wide until he could ravage the puffy clitoris. Emu crushed the tender bud before slipping the wide head inside the hot opening. Amazingly, Michelle felt his cock slide into her cavity without the slightest bit of pain. Sarge had taken care of any required stretching and his semen lubricated her smooth, heated channel.

Instantly the heat of her pussy overwhelmed the big African. He rammed his big cock to the hilt pounding Michelle's ass deep into the plush cushions. Emu marveled his reward for working with the unscrupulous Sarge. He grinned wide and desperately clung to his last shred of stamina. It sent shivers through the spectators seeing his body covered with sweat, which made his muscles stand out prominently all over his body. He appeared like Zeus, as Rodney watched the powerfully built African ravage his innocent wife.

Emu quickly developed a smooth rhythm with his desire soaring sky-high. Michelle thought he had limited stamina, but she was sorely wrong. The African pumped in and out of her precious honey-hole like a madman enjoying the ride of his life. Emu arched his back and grabbed both of Michelle's arms holding them stretched out to the sides. He straightened his arms so that his upper body hovered over his precious, white slave, which gave everyone a perfect view of Michelle's luscious body.

Sarge grinned when he shifted with the intention of getting closer to Michelle. He put his mouth next to her ear and whispered. "You good white ass. Hubby like seeing his wife fuck... fuck big Blackman." Sarge put his fingers in her hair and yanked so that her head faced the reflective glass. "Husband watch wife fuck... you save his sorry ass when you fuck Emu. You cum ... again ... and make Sarge happy."

Michelle's eyes opened wide when she stared at the uncanny reflections. She stared into the mirror knowing she was looking into Rodney's eyes. Michelle imagined her husband on the other side of the glass watching her demise, but she didn't know how to fight the mean, dominant Sarge. She didn't know how to show Rodney that she was being forced and suddenly realized she couldn't fool any of the men.