Mistress Barbara Calls Ch. 05

Greta took the mouthful of cum and began crawling toward his bride. Just as he got to her, Barbara redirected him to her. She whispered something in his ear and he turned to his wife.

"On your back you dirty fat slut!" Barbara commanded.

Marci complied, lying on her back on the floor. Then Greta leaned over her and acted as though he was going to kiss her. Marci opened her mouth and awaited the swapping of the black man's fluid. Just as Greta was about to kiss her, he turned his head away and spit the contents of his mouth all over her tits. The liquid ran all over her massive drooping mounds, and Marci wasted little time trying to save every drop she could. She hastily and frantically lifted her tits to her mouth and sucked all the delicious cum she could from them. She scooped it with her hands and sucked it off with her mouth.

Barbara and the black men roared with laughter.

"Look at that." Barry cooed. "She really is desperate for black cum isn't she?"

"Oh yeah,' Barbara chuckled. "My sloppy, fat, pig whore will do anything for black cum."

"I guess so." Chris laughed as he high fived Harold. "Maybe we should give her some right from the source.

Marci's head popped up and there was a glint in her eyes.

"No, not yet gentlemen." Barbara informed the men. "Get back over there Greta, you have a couple more dicks to prepare for your wife."

Greta crawled back to the two remaining black men and resumed his duties. Marci just continued to slurp the cum from her chubby little body and enjoy every little taste she could until Barbara finally told her to stop being a pig and present herself again. Marci assumed her kneeling position again with her hands behind her back and her knees spread wide. Her cow bell sang its merry tune as her flabby body got into position. There she had to watch again as her husband got what she wanted, big, thick, hard, black cock.

It was not long before Marci was again humping the air as she watched her wimpy cock sucking husband. Her pussy was so wet it was dripping onto the floor under her. She was sticking her tongue out and imagining those black cocks inside her holes and she was moaning lowly as she watched. Barbara summoned the horny little slut to her and Marci shuffle over to her on her knees.

"Is my fat whore ready for some dick?" Barbara asked

"Yes Mistress," Marci replied with lust in her voice.

"Yes what?" Barbara asked. She so loved making Marci degrade herself for black cock.

"Yes your fat whore is ready for some dick Mistress." Marci told her.

"OK my little piglet slut, Miss Barbara will give you some dick as soon as you get yourself off." Barbara informed her.

"Thank you Mistress!" Marci exclaimed, and immediately she began fiddling her clit, figuring Miss Barbara wanted to watch her finger herself to orgasm. However that's not what her Mistress had in mind.

"Stop that this instant you fat cow! You don't get to use your hands." Barbara scolded her. This is what you get to use." With that she extended her nylon covered leg.

Marci immediately lifted one leg over and straddled her mistress' extended limb. She lowered her dripping pussy onto the leg and began a slow deliberate humping of her Mistress' leg. This made Marci even hornier and eventually she sped up faster and faster. Her cow bell began to clang louder and louder as she humped faster and faster.

"What a fucking slut you are Piglet." Barbara scolded her. "Look at you humping my leg like a fucking horny dog. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Marci didn't care about her Mistress' words, she just wanted some black cock, and she was going to get some no matter what humiliation she had to endure. The two men on the couch laughed and made comments about the horny fat pig making herself cum. Just then, Chris let out a loud grunt that even Marci heard as he blasted Greta's tonsils with his cum. This turned Marci on and spurred her to an even faster pace. Greta swallowed all of Chris' cum.

Marci suddenly let out a high pitched scream and her body shook like an 8.6 earthquake. Her body thrashed and her cow bell clanged and she screamed with delight as the pleasure shot through her body. When she was done, she collapsed on the floor next to Barbara's leg exhausted.

Not letting Marci rest for even a moment, Barbara ordered her to clean her leg. Marci did as she was told and licked her leg and stocking clean. As she slurped up her own juices from her Mistress' leg, she heard Harold cum and dump his load into Greta's mouth as well. She figured that was a good sign, as he has gotten them off each once and that would mean the black men would last a long time when they fucked and used her real soon. Finally Barbara informed her that she had done a good enough job cleaning up and she ordered her to attention. Marci assumed the position and Barbara stood to approach her.

"Are you ready for some dick now, you dirty pig whore?" Barbara asked her.

"Yes please, Mistress, please." Marci replied.

"Are you gonna suck that dick until it cums down your throat or are you just gonna get it hard so it can fuck your sloppy cunt or your used up asshole?" Barbara asked her.

"Oh Mistress, I want to suck that dick until it cums down my throat." Marci told her.

"OK, open your pig slut mouth and close your eyes." Barbara told her.

Marci did as she was told. Barbara curled her finger at Greta and motioned for him to be quiet. She pointed at his wife and Greta approached her.

"Stick your tongue out piglet" Barbara ordered her.

Greta knew what she wanted and he smacked her tongue with his little pee pee. Marci tried to close her mouth, but the dick she wanted was not there.

"Open up again."

Marci did and Greta did it again. This went on a few more times until Marci was snapping at the air. Barbara took mercy on her and motioned for Greta to put it in her mouth. The disappointing whine from Marci said it all as she closed her mouth around her husband's little dinky. Her eyes opened to see her pussyboy husband smiling down on her.

"You said you wanted some dick didn't you? That kind of dick is all fat slugs like you deserve. I don't think you are worthy of a bigger dick.." She told her as she pointed at the black men on the couch.

Marci just continued sucking her husband's puny dick as her mistress expected. She shot a look of distain up at her wimpy husband who suddenly had a look of superiority on his face. She sucked hard and fast and as she expected, her sexually incompetent hubby shot his load in nothing flat. He grunted and groaned and relished in the feeling of his wife being made to swallow his cum. The black men all laughed and commented loudly about how fast the little white boy came, only adding to Greta's humiliation and his excitement as he stood there on wobbly legs recovering from his wonderful orgasm.

When Greta recovered, Marci removed his wilting little penis from her mouth and looked at her mistress, "May I have some real dick now Mistress, Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" Marci begged.

Barbara didn't answer immediately. She sat there looking at Marci for a moment thinking. Then finally the silence was broken. "I'll tell you what Piglet, I have three questions for you. If you can answer yes to two of them, I'll let you have all the black dick you can handle the rest of the night. Ok?"

"Yes Mistress."

"First question.......Are you my fat little black cock whore?"

"Oh yes, Mistress." Marci answered proudly.

"Good answer, question two........ Did you enjoy sucking your fagot husband's little white pee pee just now?"

This was a trap question, but Marci did not know that. See Barbara knew the answer to question three was no, and she wanted to see if Marci would figure out that she needed to lie about her answer to question two to get what she wanted. Marci answered without thinking.

"NO!" she said with utter contempt.

This would seal her fate for the evening.

"OK, then it all comes down to this question, Piglet. Did you and your pussy boy husband arrive here in the allotted time I provided you to walk from Jackson's house to here?"

Marci immediately realized she had answered number two incorrectly and too quickly. "No, Mistress. We were late." She replied dejectedly. "But I tried to get here Mistress I really did, but the dildo in my pussy and the high heels and......"

"Shut the fuck up!" Barbara snapped, bitch slapping her across one of her chubby little cheeks. "I will not accept excuses and you know it you fat fucking cow."

Marci grabbed her cheek and replied, "Yes Miss Barbara."

"Now get your fat ass up off the floor and get dressed." Barbara barked. "You too Greta."

The couple both stood and did as they were told.

"Since you both were late, you will have to walk back to Denard's house to pick up your car. Now get moving."

The couple both walked out the door and immediately panicked. It was now dark in the "Hood" where they were and there were no street lights that worked. They knew a white couple dressed as they were in this neighborhood was just a crime waiting to happen. When they got outside, Greta immediately reached for Marci's hand as a way to make her feel safer.

"Get the fuck away from me you dick sucking fag!" Marci spat. She was so mad at him for getting all that nigger dick she wanted. She reached inside her top and removed all the nipple clamps Barbara had applied to her tits. The pain was excruciating, and only raised her contempt for her husband.

"Come here you fuckin' pussy!" she snapped at Greta.

He turned around and retreated to his wife.

"Open that coat!"

Greta did as he was told.

Marci instantly, and without care, ripped off the clothes pins and applied two of those clamps to Greta's nipples. He yelped at the first one and then realized he better keep his voice down if he didn't want to be mugged, or even worse.

"Now you can see what it's like to be me you pathetic little fucker!" She spat at him.

Marci just began to walk away from her wincing little husband. Her heels clicked on the street as she did. Greta slowly closed his coat, taking care not to rub the nipple clips. He hurriedly tried to catch up with his wife.

Just then the couple heard a car approaching and both tensed up with fear. The car just sped right by and they heard a voice bellow from the passenger's window. "See you bitches back at the house."

It was Miss Barbara in their car.

The long walk back to the original house was very quiet. Greta knew better than to speak, because he could hear how Marci's heels clicked very loudly on the street as she walked with purpose and authority. Marci steamed inside at both Greta, for getting what she wanted, and at Miss Barbara, for being such a bitch and not letting her have the black cock she felt she deserve and so desperately needed. Marci only got madder with each passing block. Of course she could never show her anger toward Barbara, so Greta had a whole lot of anger coming his way real soon. He knew he was in trouble, and began to formulate a plan to try and ease the wrath of his big sexy wife.

As the couple approached the house, they could see Marci's key ring hanging on the front screen door, a sure sign that Miss Barbara did not want them to knock. Marci grabbed the keys off the door and they got in the car. Marci dropped the car in reverse and backed out of the drive all pissed off. Then she drove off. There was silence all the way until they got to the freeway and started heading toward their home.

"I'm sorry you didn't get any of the black cock you wanted tonight my love." Greta said, breaking the silence.

"Sorry?" Marci snapped angrily. "You sure didn't look sorry, you cock sucking fagot!"

"I only did as I was told my Dear." Greta replied trying to defend his actions earlier.

"Bullshit! You sure looked like you were enjoying all my nigger dick as they filled your mouth and came down your throat." Marci spat at him.

"But.." Greta replied before being cut off.

"And don't you try to tell me you didn't enjoy it when that fucking bitch made me suck that pathetic little sausage you call a dick either. I saw that fucking smirk on your face as I sucked that useless little fuckin' thing. "

"I'm so sorry my love, I didn't mean anything by that. You just suck cock so well I forgot how good you were. It has been so long." Greta replied, trying to butter her up.

"Then, then that cunt made me swallow your worthless cum. I should have spit that shit right back in your face." She screamed at him. "Oh you are gonna pay for that fagot!"

"Please Dear, I didn't do anything Miss Barbara didn't tell me to." He defended himself again.

"Fine, then you can just take the punishment that fucking bitch deserves for not letting me have any of that nigger dick." She told him.

Greta didn't reply. He knew anything he said would only make things worse. The next 45 minutes in the car were completely silent except for the music playing on the radio. When they finally pulled into the driveway, Marci just opened the door and walked away toward the house. The car was still running and the door was left open. Greta pulled the car into the garage, turned it off and locked it. When he got in the house it was quiet and dark. He made his way to the bedroom and when he got there he found his wife standing in the middle of the floor naked except for the 10" black strap-on dildo and she was holding her favorite black leather riding crop. Greta knew it was going to be a painful night.

"Strip!" Was all she said.

Greta did.

"Over the bed!"

Greta did that too.

Without a word, Marci pelted his ass with 15 consecutive lashed, covering his ass and the backs of his legs. The pain was immense, and Greta could tell his wife was angry. The force with which those lashes landed on his skin told the story of the feelings inside his wife. When that was over she just stood behind him silent again for what seemed like forever. Then just when Greta thought it was over. He heard his wife take a deep breath and then she repeated the same thing all over again. Thirty of his wife's best with her crop left Greta's ass and legs on fire with pain. He did everything he could think of to minimize the agony, but there was no use. He knew this pain would last for a long long time.

As Greta lay across the bed absorbing the pain and trying to rectify it in his brain, Marci dropped the crop next to him on the bed and walked out of the room. He was left to think about his misery for some time. Finally he heard his wife approaching from down the hall. He collected himself and prepared for the worse. That is exactly what he got.

When Marci reached his back side, she rubbed it, not to soothe it, just to intensify the pain. Then she spoke, "Well bitch since you like momma's nigger dick so much and took all of it that Miss Barbara had for me, you can experience what it was that I was hoping for." Then without warning, she pointed the thick black dildo at his ass and drove it in with one push.

Greta grunted in pain as the monster fake cock stretched his ass and filled his bowels. "Thank god she put at least some lube on." He thought as the cock filled him and made him grunt in pain.

For the next 30 or 40 minutes, Marci fucked her wimpy husband's man pussy with reckless abandon. There was no pleasure for either party. There was no talking, there was no rubbing, there was nothing. There was just pure disgust in the way she violated him. All that animosity was for Her Mistress and how she had denied her what Marci thought she deserved, but Marci directed all that anger toward her poor husband's ass. When she finally had used up all that rage and all of her stored sexual energy, Marci unceremoniously pulled the cock from her husband's ass, stepped out of the strap-on harness, threw the whole thing next to her husband and crawled unsatisfied into bed.

Greta got up from his position. His body ached from being in that position for so long, not to mention the savage beating and fucking he had just received. He picked up the dildo, walked gingerly to the bathroom sink and washed it off. Then he walked to the bed, picked up the whip and put them both where they belonged in the chest in the back of the walk-in closet. He slowly returned to the bedroom, crawled ever so delicately into bed. They both lay still. Both had many thoughts rushing through their minds. Greta's ass and legs throbbed in pain and he tried to flush it from his mind. They both fell asleep upset, angry and unsatisfied. Just the way Mistress Barbara had planned.