Peggy Sanford & the Secret Society

With that, Joe left the bedroom. I could hear him walking down the stairs. Position nine had me more exposed than any of the other positions, and was the most demanding to stay in. I strained to hold my legs tight against my breasts and shoulders and wide apart. My ass turned up ever so slightly off the carpeted floor. It seemed like forever but finally I heard him coming back up the stairs.

"Very good, Peggy.", he said. "You learn quickly and you are behaving quite well." Then he touched me. I jumped from the unexpected touch. This was the first time he had touched me in any way, and he had touched me "there." No, not on my pussy but with his middle finger pointedly against my rectum! I managed to stay in position but he could tell I was startled. I froze. I waited to see just what was going to happen. I could feel the pressure of his middle finger against my asshole. I then realized he had lubricated his finger prior to touching me. I tried to control my anxiety and tried to relax my sphincter muscles. I could feel the pressure, and slowly his large black middle finger entered my white ass, right there. And, moving his larger finger, he kept entering me, over and over.

His finger must have been at least four or more inches long! I felt every part of it. Finally, I could feel his fist against my buttocks telling me that all of his finger was now in me, in my ass! Good grief, what had I gotten myself into? Then he began massaging the inside walls of my rectum without withdrawing his finger! I had never known such a feeling! In the beginning, I thought I would die from embarassment, then the poop feeling redirected my thoughts. And now, he was really giving me some very erotic sensations by turning his hand to allow a full revolution of his finger as it massaged me deep inside, first in one direction and then back the other direction, and back again!

I was unable to hold my excitement and the feeling that was building deep inside me. My pussy gushed with wetness. My pelvis rocked back and forth. I moaned. Then, I grunted. Then, I came hard and long with a deep groan.

I lay there, flat on my back, my legs pressed firmly against my heaving breasts. My breathing fast and deep. I felt my face flush. My pussy wet and glistening in the light and cool air. Without warning, he withdrew his large, long very black finger from deep inside my ass. The lubricant leaving a coolness inside my otherwise heated, most private and sensitive orifice. Embarrassed for my wanton orgasmic release and excited about my willing abandon of all my inhibitions, I lay there not knowing what was next.

"Position 5", he demanded. I searched my memory, which was difficult to do under my present state of mind. I thought back at the recent events. Trying to put them in order. I let go of my legs, rolled over and placed myself on my hands and knees, spreading my legs wide and holding my ass upward and outward. "Very good," he said. "You learn fast for an inexperienced white woman, Peggy."

He moved behind me. I caught a glimpse of his silk robe as it fell to the floor. I had yet to see him naked. I soon felt what I had not yet seen! First, the pressure between my wet spread pussy lips told me what was coming! A warm large bulbous weapon of a huge black cock. Slowly it pressed with more pressure until it began to pry my white pussy open. I could feel every part of the huge black cock head as it slowly entered me. I could feel my pussy stretch to it's fullest and then tighten around the head as it moved further inside. Then, the black shaft rubbing it's way past my wet, pink pussy lips, drying them as it moved in further and further. I noticed I wasn't breathing and took a short deep breath and held it. Deeper inside me it slid. I had never felt anything like it! Like all prim and proper married white ladies, I had heard stories about black men and the side of their cocks. This surpassed anything I had ever imagined! No toy and certainly not my husband ever filled me or stretched me this way. I had a feeling of complete fullness. But, it still entered me deeper! My eyes were closed.

My hands clenched the carpet and I strained against the push, the thrust, of this oversize black ram entering me. I began to wonder if it was really his cock. How big could it possibly be? Just as I knew there was no more room inside me I could feel his thighs touch my buttocks. Then, he pressed hard against me placing the final inch of his cock deep against my inner womb and into my cervix! I had never been touched there before. Again, I took a quick deep breath.

Then, he began his withdrawal. Equally, he pulled out as slowly as he had gone in. I was thankful for that! He would have killed me, even with my juices, had he just rammed it in. Again, I felt every bit of his shaft on it's way out just as much as I did on it's way in. My pussy stretched tight around his now hot big black cock. I felt the head ridge as it exited me. Then he was fully out. I breathed again.

Without warning, he said, "Like all white women, you like the feeling of a big black cock, don't you, Peggy?" I nodded yes. With that, his hand slapped my ass, and I mean slapped it hard! It really hurt! Then he said to me, "Peggy, remember what I am about to tell you! White men have white cocks. Black men have big black dicks! You'll never, ever refer to a black man's dick as a cock! Do you hear me?" I again nodded yes, trying to hold back my tears!

Then he was back against me. This time with more thrust and a faster entry. In a blink, he was fully inside me again. Then, he was back out fully again. He repeated this over and over, I came, then I came again. He began then to thrust in and out of me without pulling all the way out. I began now to realize I had not bothered nor had he to use any protection and I didn't care. I wanted this big black dick inside me. I wanted his hot black seeds to fill me... the consequences be damned. I came again just thinking about it. My pussy now dripping and wetting his black dick with every thrust. His cum ran down both of my legs and over his ball sack dripping onto the carpet as he fucked me. One cum didn't even slow him down!

I felt his shaft grow harder, bigger, hotter as he plunged in and out of me. I could feel my insides agitating from the battering, the plunging, as he went in, the suction from his withdrawing. Faster and faster he moved. I came again. Then, with a deep groan, I felt his hot semen flood my deepest void, my cervix. I new then if I could conceive I would, at this very moment. For what seemed like minutes, his big black dick filed me. I literally had my knees lifted off the floor suspended on his dick, my hands holding firmly onto the carpet. His large black hands holding me around my waist. Slowly he placed me back down on the floor. My knees touching ever so gently. He began his slow withdrawal. His semen filling every crevice of my inner sanctum as he withdrew. His fluids joining my flooded vagina. Then, he was out and it was over! Whew! I knew I had been fucked. There was no doubt in my mind OR in my pink pussy!

"Turn and face me," He instructed. I did immediately. Then, I saw it. A full throbbing black shaft still standing straight and hard, glistening with a mixture of my fluids and his. My face within inches of this shimmering tool I could smell us both. In a firm voice he said, "Your place now is to clean me completely using your tongue and mouth." I moved closer, his cum still oozing out, I opened my mouth and let my lips touch the head of his shaft. I could taste us both. I could feel the semen inside my mouth. I began to lick the bottom of the huge black head, and then spread my mouth wide and took as much of it inside my mouth as I could. He was bigger than huge. I had never imagined anything like this.

I then slid back off his shaft and began to lick and suck on him as I moved up and down his black dick, first on one side, then the other, and then on top and then below. Letting my face work as a guide to hold him while I licked up and down on the long black dick, which was still hard as steel. I worked at cleaning him as I licked and sucked every morsel of our wetness from his shaft, leaving it glistening in the light only from my saliva.

"Very good," He said. Now you are to dress yourself just as you were when you arrived, only this time you will be wearing your permanent anklet. You are not to clean your ass or before leaving. I will now take you home in your present condition. You will be in this condition every time you are used by either me or one of the other black men in the society. He then left the room, entered the bathroom, closed the door and I could hear the shower running. I found my dress and slid it over my sweaty and cum covered legs. Still wearing my black high heels, I then found my way down stairs. I stood in the middle of the living room and waited. He came down shortly, fully dressed and groomed. He opened the front door and instructed me to walk directly to the wrecker and get inside. He soon followed. I set there in the cab of the truck thinking back over the past few hours. How could this have happened and how could I be enjoying it so much? Will it keep happening?

Finally he spoke. "Peggy, even though you are married and have an unknowing husband, you will be contacted either by me or by another black master in the next day or so. Handle it so it isn't a problem, if necessary. We have an event planned for this Saturday night. You will attend. Before you object, I must tell you, you will find a way to be there. There will be no excuses."

I didn't have to answer. I knew I would find a way to be there. I was not going to miss this. I was hooked, so to speak. As ashamed and embarrassed as I was, I was determined to let this happen. After all, I did sign a contract, didn't I?.

He drove up to my house, instructed me to get out. I did, without a good bye, and without anything being said. I knew I had been used and hoped I would be again. Soon! That was the best fuck and the wildest night of sex I had ever known! He drove off before I even got to the front door. I used my key, opened the door to my home and entered, knowing my life had been changed forever.

Without cleaning myself, without brushing my teeth, without showering, only sliding my still damp dress off and finally shedding my black high heels, I found my bed and slid in, thinking if my husband were there, this would be an interesting night. As I lay there in a state of recovery, and trying to slow my thoughts about the events of the late afternoon and evening, I couldn't help but wonder what the future holds. Mostly from exhaustion I finally was able to drift off to sleep.

I expect it was my state of mind when I went to sleep that caused me to startle myself to consciousness around 7:00 AM. The first thing that crossed my mind was a memory of what had been told to me the night before. I would always prepare myself for use. I remembered then it was in the contract I had signed. "The Contract," I thought. Then, it all began coming back to me! I set up in bed, looked around my beautiful bedroom, thinking how good I had it here with my home and my husband. What was I doing? Then, I remembered the anklet. It was sure enough there. So, I couldn't have dreamed any of this. I knew one thing I had to do. I got out of bed, went straight to the shower and washed every part of me, inside and out. It wasn't that I wanted to get rid of anything, but instead I wanted to be fresh and prepared just in case. I had this feeling that I should. I did my hair and make up with extra special care. I had shaved my legs and feeling my tender pussy as I moved. I rubbed moisturizer every where.

As I entered my walk-in closet and began to look at my wardrobe, my selection was to be different than ever before. What should I wear? I chose another summer dress. A little shorter than the one I wore yesterday. It was white, mid thigh in length, belted at the waist, cut just low enough to show some cleavage, and being so short, my legs would certainly allow the anklet to show. The pattern actually had some black swirls that looked good with the onyx spade dangling on my right leg. I chose high heels that were made of black patten leather with a white heel, sort of a classic oxford look. I would wear no panties or bra.

Remembering that this was Friday, I had an easy work schedule. Most of the clients I would call on today would actually be out of their office playing golf. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I am a rep for an insurance claims processing company. As I stood in front of the mirror, I thought what a shame most of my clients would be out today. They would miss seeing me at my best.

Hoping I wasn't just living a dream, I knew I was going to be approached, contacted or called on in some way by a black man today. Could the anklet be all that noticeable? I chose to just go on with my routine, doing what I normally do, and wait to see what happened next. I didn't have to wait long.

I left the house, driving my husbands Mercedes. I made shopping stops before 10:00 AM. I needed to put gas in the car. I pulled into a station just on the edge of downtown off one of the major highways. As I got out of the car, every eye around stopped and stared at me. I knew with the dress I had selected, and the way you could just see through me, I was a sight to see. I proceeded to start the gas pump and waited.

A black Mercedes sedan pulled up on the other side of the gas pump. I payed little attention. My mind was thinking about my freshly fucked pussy and how uncomfortable I was. The pump clicked to indicate the tank was full. I turned and walked to the back of the car and proceeded to take the nozzle out and place it in the holder. Suddenly, I found myself being stared at by a very large black man.

At first I was startled and then I noticed he was looking directly at my legs and the anklet. Not knowing what to do next. I stood there. Then he spoke. "I am r Max and you?"

I thought, what am I to say? Then, I remembered. "I am known as Peggy, sir," I responded.

"There is a coffee shop just up on the right. Meet me there," he demanded.

I got back in my car and thought, "Can I do this?" I soon found myself pulling into the parking lot next to a coffee shop, noting the black Mercedes pulling in next to me. I waited a moment only to see not one, not two but three very large black men exit the car and enter the coffee shop. I took a moment to gain my composure. I looked in the mirror to make sure I was all there. I took a deep breath, and then got out and walked into the coffee shop. The three men were seated at a table over in the far corner of the café. The place was mostly empty. I walked over and stood before them. "Please have a seat, Peggy," Max instructed.

The three black men didn't bother to stand or to move a chair for me. They only stared at me. Max instructing me to have a seat. I pulled the chair from the table and gently lowered myself onto it. I was doing as instructed. I was doing what Joe had instructed me to do if approached by a black man, an obvious member of the society. I had no idea it would be today, here, right now, this soon after last night!

Was this just coincidence or was the world out there full of black society members that until last night I had no idea even existed? Holding my small clutch with both hands in my lap, I set and waited. Max spoke first. "This is Doug and Charles," he informed me. I nodded my head at both and then returned my eyes to look at the table in front of me and waited.

"I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you before, but my luck had us crossing paths today," he said. Again I nodded. "Please tell us Peggy, who gave you the anklet?" he questioned. I responded with an explanation, "I met Mister Joe yesterday and he introduced me to the society contract, which I signed last night." He then turned to Doug and asked him to contact Joe.

I was startled thinking I had done something wrong. Would this offend Joe I wondered. Doug took out his mobile phone and within a moment said, "My brother, Doug here. Max and Charles and I are over at Dot's with Mrs Peggy. I understand you trained her."

"Yeah, I agree, 100%!" he went on. "I think we will. Just wanted to let you know and, of course, make sure the world is real, you know what I mean." he finished. "Catch you later and yeah, will get back with you on all that, brother", he said. After he closed his phone he nodded to both Charles and Max.

Max then turned to me and said, "Mrs Peggy, we have a place a couple of blocks from here. My men here and I have a few things we have to take care of today but we will be finished around 2:00 PM. I am going to give you the address and the apartment number. We will expect you to make yourself available at 2PM, promptly." I nodded my approval. He then said, "You got a pen and paper?" Again, I nodded and opened my clutch and took out a pen and a small note pad that I kept. "804 Michigan, number 302, at 2:00 PM," he said.

I wrote it down and put it back in my clutch. The men then stood and walked away, out the door and into the Mercedes. I sat there for a few moments in a daze as to what had just happened. I basically had agreed to meet 3 total strangers, all black men, at a downtown apartment at 2:00 PM on Friday afternoon for what I knew was going to be sex with all of them. And, I agreed to do it! Taking note of my physical and mental condition, my heart was racing. I was flushed. My pussy was wet and probably my dress which most likely would be apparent when I stood to leave. I reached and felt the anklet when my phone rang. I looked down, not recognizing the number, I answered it with a simple, "Hello."

"Hello Peggy, Joe here. Are Doug, charlesand Max still there with you?", he asked.

"No, but I am to meet them at 2:00 PM," I answered.

"If that is what they instructed you to do then you are to do exactly that," he replied.

"So, I did good?" I asked.

"You are doing great, exactly as I instructed. You will be rewarded. "I have to go now. I will get a full report from the boys. You just do as you are told and it will be good." And, with that, he was gone. I would be rewarded how, I thought. My husband is scheduled in around 7:30 PM. I am supposed to pick him up at the airport. I was sure he would want to have sex with me as soon as we got home. What kind of shape would I be in and would I have time to prepare myself for him? The anxiety was building. I still had a few stops to make in the area. Could I do them? I drove to my next stop.

I made my three stops and noticed it is now 1:00 PM. I used my husbands GPS in his Mercedes. I entered the address and followed the voice commands to the apartment complex. There were no entry gates so I drove around until I found the building that matched the apartment number. Still more than 30 minutes early, I decided to not stop and wait. I left the apartment complex and found a fast food place to go in and freshen up as much as I could. I walked into the restaurant and headed to the bathroom. I couldn't help but notice that I was the only white person in the place. All eyes were on me. I glanced over at the counter on the way in and noticed a tall black man behind the counter that appeared to be the manager. He was staring at me as well but with a more intense look in his eye. I, at first, thought he must think I am a hooker. Then, I realized, it was the anklet! Did he know what it was?

I quickly got in the restroom. I peed, and blotted myself. Remembering I had put lotion in my purse I took it out and squirted some on my fingers and rubbed my still wet pussy until it was well lubricated. All the time trying not to get too carried away. I was in a public place after all. I checked my makeup, washed my hands and quickly walked back through the restaurant, outside and into the car. All eyes followed me all the way to the car.