Mr. Ross turns Miriam out to BBC

The curly-headed, pretty little blonde girl clutched her mother's warm hand as they made their way into the small church. At the tender young age of six, Miriam Posey was the perfect picture of a bright-eyed young lady, eager to learn about the vast new world all around her. The little girl and her mother sat at the front of the church like they religiously did every Sunday morning. Miriam smiled up at the man in the long white robe. She dearly loved her father, the Reverend Posey.

The topic of today's sermon was on brotherly love. Little Miriam wondered why her father didn't speak of 'sisterly' love as she didn't have any brothers. Her little baby sister was peacefully sleeping in the church's nursery where her mother would collect the baby after the church service before they headed to a local cafeteria for Sunday lunch.

The town where Miriam grew up was like any other typical small-town in Alabama. She walked to elementary school with her mother where her mom was one of its teachers. Miriam loved her mother very dearly and wanted to be just like her when she grew up. Being an elementary school teacher was Miriam's dream when she grew up.

It was only several blocks to school but one day as they were walking home, an old beat-up car with a flat tire was pulled-over to the side of the road. A dark-skinned man was sitting on the hood of the car and whistled at them as they walked by. Miriam thought that it was just the black man's way of saying hello to them but her mother hurried them down the sidewalk away from the strange man. She remembered hearing the man snicker as he said, "Momma, I's bets those pretty legs go all the way ups to yo' sweet little white ass."

When they got back to their home, Miriam could tell that her mother was flushed as her face was red and her breathing was heavy. The little girl didn't know why her mother was mad at her.

Her mother sat her down on a stool and bent down so that their eyes met.

"Miriam," her mother said. "Unfortunately, there are men in this world that only think about only one thing and that's sex. All black men want to have sex with white ladies but we just can't let that happen to ourselves. It's just not right and proper. The Bible tells us that we need to treat Negroes as people but the darkies just want to rut with white women like animals and God's teaching just won't allow that. Their terrible lusting ways are against God's will. Do you understand me? You must not even go near little black boys because they'll just get into your panties and do things to you that they shouldn't do. Do you here me?"

"Yes, Mother," was all the little girl could say in response. Miriam was nearly in tears.

That night, the little girl's dreams were clouded with the dark thoughts of the black man luridly whistling at them. She could see the Negro's wicked, lustful smile in her mind's eye. Miriam didn't understand it then, but the erotic dream stuck with her and resurfaced many times as she grew older.

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Miriam didn't want to move just before her senior year in high school and leave her old friends behind, but her father was moving up to be the minister in a larger church in the suburbs of Birmingham. She would be going to a new high school where she knew no one. Back at her previous school, Miriam was very popular and was even one of the popular cheerleaders. While her mother wouldn't allow her to have a steady boyfriend, Miriam dated many boys. With her strict upbringing, she never let the boys do much more than a little bit of kissing or light petting. One of the arrogant football players even had the nerve to get mad at her when she pushed his groping hand away from her budding breasts. Miriam had earned the dreaded nickname of 'Ice Queen' but she was still very determined not to let those nasty boys take advantage of her. She planned on saving herself for her husband on their wedding night like a good little girl should.

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One of the things that was definitely different from her previous school was that this one was integrated with 'coloreds.' The city's fathers had combined the high school in town, Booker T. Washington High School, with the one in the suburb, General Robert E. Lee High School. The new school was now just called Lee High School and they changed the name of the school's mascot from 'The Rebels' to 'The Black Panthers' to pacify the many blacks on the new school board. This was during the time of much civil unrest and turbulent times for all.

Fortunately for Miriam, her family moved to her new home in time for her to try out for the new school's cheerleading squad. She easily made the team from her being a cheerleader at her previous school.

The cheerleader outfits that they wore were much more risqué than what she had worn at her old high school. The new outfits were patterned after one of the professional football team's cheerleading outfits which consisted of a short skirt that revealed the girl's midriff and belly button. The top was just a little more than a bra with some fringe on it. They also wore white patent leather 'Go-Go' boots. Their hair was required to be up in a ponytail so they looked similar. The cheerleader sponsor, Mrs. Bird, was very particular with 'her' girls.

Mrs. Bird was one of the most popular teachers and Miriam wanted to be just like her. Not only was the pretty blonde teacher the cheerleader sponsor, she was also the art teacher. Mrs. Bird was only a few years older than her own students. She had studied at the Sorbonne in Paris and was considered a specialist in obscure and unknown art and paintings. The pretty teacher had golden blonde curls similar to Miriam's and their bright sky-blue eyes seemed to be laughing together.

Mrs. Bird was also an avid photographer and took photos of the many works of art that she explored with a passion. She would project the slide on one of the few bare walls in the classroom. During her art class she would lecture on the different types of medieval paintings she had discovered while in Europe. One of them she called, 'The Original Sin.'

The painting was set in the Garden of Eden. In the apple tree, a Devil as a python wrapped itself around one of the tree's branches and grinned wickedly at the scene before him.

Miriam was taken back. She knew the story of Adam and Eve. God had granted the first couple the Garden of Eden but forbade them to eat from the apple, the 'Fruit of Knowledge.' The conniving and pretty blonde Eve enticed Adam to take a bite of the forbidden apple. God drove the couple from the Garden of Eden for committing 'The Original Sin.'

The stunning image now being shown on the Art Room's wall made Miriam gasp as it did the others. Miriam's eyes were drawn to the lovely Eve in the painting. Eve had a striking resemblance to not only Mrs. Bird but also to herself. Eve had golden blonde curls tumbling down to her bare shoulders. Her creamy, full breasts were exposed to Adam and showing the little pink buds of her taut nipples. Nestled between her thighs, were golden curls protecting Eve's maidenhood. Her arms were outstretched to Adam and offering him the forbidden fruit. Her piercing blue eyes were affixed on Adam as she encouraged him to sample the fruit.

Miriam gulped as she stared at the image of 'Adam' on the makeshift screen. Adam was painted as a Negro! If looked as if she or Mrs. Bird were offering themselves to the black-skinned man. The other prominent idea in the erotic painting was the depiction of Adam's manhood. His penis was flaccid as it hung limp but it was as thick as his forearm. In Miriam's sheltered life, she had never before seen such an appendage. Adam's impossibly thick cock almost reached down to his knees. Miriam knew in her heart that when erect, such a monstrous manhood could not possibly be taken by any woman.

Mrs. Bird explained the erotic and mystical symbolism of the painting now shown on the Art Class' wall. The pretty blonde teacher told about how woman first tempted man with her womanly charms but had to resort to wicked treachery to obtain what she wanted. This was where the saying, 'The Devil made me do it,' came from but that it was Eve's way of justifying and getting what she really wanted and that was Adam's huge black cock.

Miriam went home from school that evening one very confused young lady. Her sordid dreams went back to that fateful day that she was walking home from elementary school with her mother and they encountered that black man. The image of the Negro turned into the painting of Adam. Her mother's image turned into that of Mrs. Bird who looked strikingly like the painting of Eve. When Mrs. Bird first spied the Negro sitting on the hood of his car with the flat tire, her demeanor changed from that of the loving mother of Miriam and wife of a religious preacherman to that of a slutty whore offering her luscious white body to the lusting Negro, Adam. Miriam saw her mother's stride turn from a normal walk into a sexy strut like a peacock trying to tempt her mate. Miriam awoke in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. She also realized that her fingers had been between her widespread legs as if a lover were between them. The throbbing bud of her inexperienced clitoris was blood-engorged and extremely sensitive. She made herself come for the very first time. Miriam's imaginary lover was none other than that of the image of Adam from the erotic painting of 'The Original Sin.'

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It was ironic that the lovely white high school cheerleaders were cheering on a mostly black football team. Miriam knew that some of the pretty cheerleaders dated the black boys and even Mrs. Bird had been seen with one of the black assistant coaches from time to time. Her strict mother, however, forbade Miriam from dating any of the black boys. Miriam tried her best to be nice to everybody in the school but when the black boys were around her, they seemed to want only one thing. Her momma done warned her about black boys. She could flaunt her lovely body in a skimpy cheerleader outfit at them during the football game but the rest of the time she was strictly 'off limits' to black boys. That seemed to make them lust after her even more. Miriam knew that some of the other cheerleaders told of their forbidden conquests by bedding black football players. They talked of their huge 'equipment' and how no white boy could ever satisfy them again.

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Somehow, Miriam made it through high school without loosing her precious virginity. In college, she met a nice boy from a good family. Maurice was the perfect son-in-law for her mother but Miriam's wedding night was a disaster. Her new husband was an inexperienced lover and hardly knew what to do. He did make her a woman that fateful night but when she bled, he didn't know what to do and fainted. Her lovemaking left her still in need so she fingered herself to an orgasm. Adam was her lover that night.

Miriam cleaned herself up and waited patiently for her new husband to awaken. Their life went on as if nothing unusual had happened.

Maurice was an accountant and Miriam became the elementary school teacher she had always dreamed of becoming. Life was good for them but something was still missing in the pretty, young wife's life. Her sex life was luke-warm at best. Miriam tried in vain to make it better between them but nothing seemed to help them.

While was out playing a round of golf with some of his friends one Saturday morning, Miriam was cleaning the house. In the corner of Maurice's closet, was a small box that she had never seen there before. She curiously opened it and saw that there were a number of video tapes. Her husband had a video tape player attached to the television in his study. She went there and her trembling hand placed the tape marked 'Sally and Tyrone' in the video player. She turned on the television and the grainy image from a homemade video came on the screen.

The stunned Miriam watched as the pretty blonde woman on the screen was in very skimpy lingerie. The woman in the video was doing a slow and sexy strip-tease for someone off-screen. Miriam gasped when a black man came over to the blonde woman and began kissing her.

A male voice came across the speakers and was encouraging 'Sally' to fuck that 'nigger.' Miriam's eyes were riveted on the torrid interracial scene unfolding before her eyes. She saw the blonde woman get on her knees and stroke the Negro's gigantic manhood to full erection. Miriam watched in silence as the white woman's red lip-sticked mouth surrounded the entire girth of the huge black cock. Miriam had never sucked a man's cock before but now she put herself in the woman's place as her tongue swirled around the gigantic black organ.

The black man in the video seemed to really enjoy the fellatio that was being performed on him. Miriam could tell that the woman was married as she saw the engagement and wedding rings on her pale fingers. The Negro's black hands were intertwined in her lovely, long blonde hair and was forcing her unresisting head onto his big black cock. All the while, the male voice on the exciting home-made interracial video kept encouraging 'Sally.' Sally must have been the camera man's wife.

Soon, the Negro picked up the blonde woman and placed her on the edge of the bed. The black man took her leg and kissed the inside of the lovely white woman's widespread thighs before moving slowing up to the apex and her blonde, silky hair-covered loins. Miriam gasped along with the woman in the video as the black man's tongue found the throbbing clitoris.

Miriam's own husband had wanted her to 'go down' on him several times and he also wanted to 'eat' her lovely blonde pussy but she refused to do such a nasty thing. She would never let him do so. Now she just watched as the interracial couple performed those same dirty acts on each other.

The lovely blonde wife had that same old 'tingling' feeling between her thighs. It was like an itch that she just couldn't scratch. Her hand found its way under the hem of her skirt and into her damp panties. Miriam moaned in ecstasy as she watched in awe as the Negro sunk the entire length of his huge black cock into the blonde woman's quivering pussy. She had another orgasm at the hand of her own fingers.

The sound of the opening garage door brought her out of her stupor. Miriam hurriedly took the video out of the video player and put it back into the box in her husband's closet where she found it. She never mentioned the interracial video to her husband.

*******

Several weeks later, Maurice's company had their annual Christmas party at a swanky hotel. Miriam bought a new dress for the occasion. It was the proverbial 'Little Black Number.' She surely spent at least a month's worth of his salary but Maurice thought that is was well worth every penny. Miriam looked 'Simply Marvelous' in the slinky little black dress.

Miriam had gone to the hairdresser earlier that day and then relaxed in the tub with a soothing glass of white wine. She shaved her legs and underarms and then carefully trimmed her blonde bush into the shape of a tiny triangle putting towards her womanhood.

After applying a light coat of make-up and mascara, she felt so very sexy as she pulled on some black silk stockings with a lace garter belt. Over that, she slipped on a new pair of lacy Victoria's Secret bikini panties. She pulled the dress on without a bra and stepped into a pair of Jimmy Choo black leather high heels. Miriam wore her Mikimoto pearls that her husband had given her recently to celebrate her thirtieth birthday. She flipped her gorgeous, shoulder-length blonde hair and sprayed some of her favorite perfume, White Shoulders, behind each ear and then between the exposed cleavage of her magnificent breasts. The lovely blonde wife looked into the full-length mirror in the bedroom and had to smile to herself. Her nipples tightened up and were poking through the thin material.

Maurice had to whistle at his lovely blonde wife when he saw her. He knew he would have to keep her away from his lecherous boss, Jim Ross.

The evening went fine. Everybody had a nice time, especially old man Ross. As the owner of the company, he was quite wealthy and had a blonde 'trophy' wife who was probably a little younger than Miriam. Roslyn Ross was a stunning blonde. She won the title of Miss Alabama and was the first runner-up in the Miss America pageant while she was in college majoring in an 'MRS' degree. Old man Ross, with all of his money, snatched her up before she could get married to some handsome, young fraternity boy. The wine was flowing freely. Maurice introduced Miriam to Jim Ross and his wife. Jim asked Miriam to dance. Maurice just talked to Roslyn as he wasn't much of a dancer.

It turned out that old man Ross was quite the dancer as he twirled Miriam around the dance floor. Miriam was laughing as Mr. Ross brought her back to Maurice.

"Maurice, old boy," Mr. Ross began. "You didn't tell me that your lovely wife was such a fine dancer. I want the two of you to come and spend a week-end with us at our country place, Green Acres." Jim Ross laughed at his own joke and said that he named the place after the hokey television show about the business man and his glamorous wife moving out into the country. "Greeeen Acres is the place to beeee! Country livin' is the life for meeee!" he intentionally sang off-key.

"I'll send my limo for you next Saturday at six PM. Pack a few things to stay over for the night. Have your lovely wife dress up in the same dress that she's wearing now. She really is quite the knock-out."

*******

Saturday evening finally came. Maurice was both excited about the weekend but at the same time he dreaded the outcome. He had heard about other couples who were invited to the Ross mansion out in the country. "Were the stories true?" Maurice wondered. The image of the very lovely Mrs. Jim Ross stuck in his mind all week and was the source of his seemingly constant erection.

Miriam looked as stunning as she did the previous Saturday evening. Maurice wore a suit but with a different shirt and tie this time.

At exactly six PM, a long black, stretch Lincoln limousine pulled up into their driveway. Maurice recognized, Marcus, Mr. Ross' personal assistant and bodyguard, as the limo driver. Marcus had played football in college before going doing a couple of stints in Iraq with the U.S. Marine Corps. He was also black, very black.

Marcus tipped his chauffer's hat to Miriam and then held the rear passenger door open to her. He watched intently as the hem of her slinky black dress slid up her firm thigh. Miriam tried in vain to pull the hem down to no avail. She ended up looking up at her muscled Negro admirer and weakly smiled at him. Her husband got into the other side of the limo.

The black chauffer slid into the driver's seat and adjusted the rearview mirror so he could observe Mr. Ross' lovely guest for the weekend. His big cock stiffened in his constricting pants.

Maurice opened the bottle of chilled champagne as they rode in style. He had two glasses and Miriam had one. The bubbly tickled her cute little nose as the alcohol went straight to her pretty little blonde head.

It wasn't long before the limo cruised up the long driveway to the Ross Mansion. Marcus had the pleasure of seeing the pretty blonde wife's legs once more even better this time as Miriam's dress had ridden up even further than before. The black chauffer could see the smooth white skin of her firm thigh above the top of her silk stockings. Mr. Ross answered the door with a booming voice, "Welcome to my abode."

The host shook Maurice's hand and took Miriam's in his as he kissed her on each cheek in the style of Europeans.

Miriam shivered as she felt his hand on her back as it slid down to her buttocks. "Good evening, Mr. Ross," Miriam smiled weakly.

"Honey, please call me Jim. You look even more ravishing, dear, than you did at the company party. My, my my, aren't we gonna have a swell time this weekend?"

Maurice didn't like the way that his boss was holding Miriam but Roslyn sashayed up to Maurice and put his arm around his waist. While Mr. Ross' lovely blonde wife was wearing a one hundred thousand dollar diamond necklace, all Maurice could see was her fantastic boobs that were about to spill out of her low-cut dress. The back of Roslyn's sexy dress was cut all the way down to her firm little butt. The beautiful trophy wife left it to no one's imagination that she wasn't wearing the confines of a bra this evening. He swallowed hard when he realized that he might be giving up his wife to his boss but his anticipation of being with the former Miss Alabama was even more exciting to him.

Maurice told Miriam about what too expect during the weekend. While Jim Ross was cut a dashing figure and was still fit at sixty-three, he was old enough to start drawing social security.

"Miriam," he explained to his wife earlier in the week. "This weekend is very important to my career. What I've heard is that if Mr. Ross takes a liking to one of his employee's wives, that employee will be compensated handsomely from then on. If the wife doesn't cooperate, then I might as well start looking for another job because I'll be out on the street within a week."

The pretty blonde wife became angry at her husband when she first heard his sordid proposition. She had never strayed from her marital bed even though she had a number of previous opportunities before. Miriam had always submitted to her husband's sexual desires even when she wasn't in the mood and didn't fell like making love. She was the dutiful wife, however, and if spending one night with her husband's elderly boss was what it took to launch Maurice's career and boost his meager income, then that would be her own cross to bear. Miriam was going to take her plight with dignity.

More champagne was served before dinner by the black chauffer who had changed into a servant's outfit. He was now the waiter with a small white towel draped ceremoniously over one arm. Marcus couldn't help but smile at Mr. Ross' pretty blonde guest as he offered her another glass of sparking, expensive champagne imported directly from France by Mr. Ross. His wealthy employer had an extensive wine cellar in the basement next to his custom-designed 'play' room.

Maurice saw the black waiter eying Miriam as he served her dinner to her. He also saw how the waiter seemed to stare directly into Roslyn bodice with nary a concern. Mr. Ross didn't seem to mind that the 'hired help' was blatantly ogling the women at the table as if he were selecting a cut of prime meat at a butcher shop.

Dinner was fabulous as expected. Mr. Ross employed his own staff of executive chefs who not only prepared his meals at the office but also came to the Ross Mansion to perform weekend meal preparation. Marcus served the meal. He excused his staff after they finished the exquisite meal.

Miriam really didn't want dessert as she was watching her diet and had already eaten much more than she normally did but Mr. Ross insisted that they try the 'special' dessert of chocolate mousse. He explained that it was a special family secret recipe and Miriam just couldn't resist chocolate.

The mousse was heavenly and Miriam finished all of her dish. She noticed a strange after taste but wrote it off to the 'special' recipe. It was very, very tasty and she enjoyed every spoonful of the 'special' dessert.

After dinner, Mr. Ross held the chair for Miriam to get up and Maurice did the same for Roslyn. The pretty blonde guest felt a little woozy but attributed that to the several glasses of champagne she had consumed. She also felt a new strange 'tingling' between her thigh and a warm rush went through her body as Mr. Ross took her around her waist and led them into the den.

The den was decorated in African art to include ancient ceremonial masks, spears and shields. Mr. Ross explained to his guests that he was an expert on African artifacts as he had traveled extensively in the 'darkest' of Africa for his master's thesis in college.

Mr. Ross poured some smoky-looking liquor from a small decanter for both his wife and Miriam. He told them that it was a special portion that the African women took on their wedding night. Miriam thought that the liquor had that same bitter 'after-taste' as did the chocolate mousse they had enjoyed for dessert earlier that evening.

The guys lit up authentic Cuban cigars. The smoke in the room seemed to cloud Miriam's head.

"I have a special treat for you this evening," Mr. Ross went on to explain. "I had some extra-primo, Columbian Gold, flown in for this special occasion." He pulled out a couple of cigarette papers and rolled several marijuana cigarettes. Miriam had never tried marijuana not even while she was in college and it was quite prevalent especially after fraternity party nights. Mr. Ross lit it, took a deep drag and then passed the sweet-smelling cigarette to Miriam. She tried to immolate what her host had done with the cigarette but when she did, the smoke tickled her nose and she coughed. Everyone laughed but she took another drag of the marijuana, this time it was deeper.

The pretty blonde guest felt all the worries of the world fading from her memory as her whole body seemed to relax.

"I think it's time that we moved this evening's activities to the playroom," Mr. Ross announced as he guided them down into the basement.

Maurice noticed that there were a number of different 'contraptions' in the specially designed basement to include a sex swing and an 'X' that had leather shackles at each end of the X.

Mr. Ross explained some of the other toys in his adult playground. He prided himself in rescuing the love contraption that Paul Schneider made to butt-fuck his wife, the Playboy Playmate and actress of 'Star 80,' Dorothy Stratton. He had to pay a pretty price to bribe one of the murder investigation detectives in Hollywood to 'lose' the contraption. Now it resided in his playroom. It was a padded bench that spread the kneeling captive's legs and arms apart while tethered to several leather straps for some 'doggy-style' fucking in the rear-door. He had used it on several occasions with some of his more 'reluctant' guests.

"This is the mechanical bull," he boasted. "That was used in the movie, 'Urban Cowboy.' As you can see it has been slightly modified to suit my needs as my lovely wife will now demonstrate."

Maurice noticed that Roslyn had slipped away from him earlier as she must have gone to change into an outfit that looked like that worn by the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. Mr. Ross' beautiful blonde wife had changed into a revealing cowgirl outfit consisting of fringed white-leather chaps, a white silk top tied into a knot at the breasts, fringed white-leather cuffs, and a white Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders hat that Mr. Ross had obtained from one of the actual cheerleaders. A white silk scarf around her neck had replaced her string of diamonds. The tiny white lace string-bikini panties barely hid her thick blonde bush protecting her pussy.

Modified, indeed! The mechanical bull now had a large head with treacherous looking eyes and long pointed horns. It also sported a large bull cock with its hanging ball sac. What amazed Maurice the most, however, was enormous black phallus jutting up from the bull's saddle.

"Debra Winger would have really put on a show for the audience if she had ridden 'my' bull. I got the idea from the movie. Debra really got my cock rock-hard when she rode that bull at Mickey Gilley's night club during the movie. That was one helluva sexy scene. At first, Mickey wouldn't sell it to me but a couple of my girls were able to convince him otherwise. He would have lost it anyway after his place in Pasadena burned to the ground. Mickey listed the bull on the fire insurance claim and got even more money for it as well. Hell, he's even seen it in action here a couple of times."

"Dear,' he looked over at his 'cowgirl' wife. "Why don't you show us what our very talented bull can do?"

Roslyn untied the strings to her bikini bottoms and handed them to Maurice. She slipped her booted-foot into one stirrup and slung her leg over the saddle and into the stirrup on the other side. She was standing in the stirrups as she grasped the huge black phallus and eased in into her vagina as she sat down on the bull's saddle. Roslyn moaned as the black phallus disappeared between her curly, blonde bush and parted her pouting pussylips. Her cunt swallowed the whole cock-like dildo.

"Okay, dear," Roslyn whispered almost in a whimper. "Turn it on."

Jim Ross stepped over to a control panel on the wall. He flipped the switch and turned a dial. The bull's eyes lit up red and smoke came from its flaring nostrils. The bull started a slow bucking and rotating motion like it did in the movie. Maurice could tell that the pretty blonde 'cowgirl' was really enjoying her ride.

Miriam was the erotic scene unfold before her. She remembered seeing Debra Winger in the movie and thought that was the sexiest movie-part that she had ever played. Her husband sat glued to the television screen for this scene whenever they rented the movie from NetFlix. She was surprised that the 'Director's uncut' version of the movie wasn't censored.

Mr. Ross had his very own collection of movies. He was even now filming his lovely blonde wife in action on the bull. One of his favorites was of Debra Winger on this bull in his basement. It took quite a bit of encouragement to convince Debra to get into the sexy cowgirl outfit that his wife was now wearing but with some of his 'special' chocolate mousse dessert and the African liquor from the cabinet in the den, Debra performed for him quite well. He had even taken his filmed scene of her and inserted it into the actual movie. He loved to shock some of his guests when he showed them the altered movie.

The pretty blonde trophy wife was really getting into the act now and riding the bull in earnest. Her hips were bucking up and down onto the huge black dildo, now glistening and slick from her own feminine pussy juices.

Jim Ross leaned over to Miriam.

"Doesn't my wife fucking that bull make you hot? Can't you see yourself up there riding that bucking bull?"

Miriam could only nod her pretty little blonde head in agreement.

The pretty blonde trophy wife slowly waved one arm in the air as she held onto the reins with the other. Jim Ross stepped over to the controls and turned the dial. The bull's bucking motion sped up. The bull's eyes were flashing brighter like red-hot pieces of coal in a blast furnace and smoke was snorting out of the bull's widened nostrils in angry puffing streams.

Soon the show was over and the wanton 'cowgirl' collapsed over the bull in a lust-sated state. Jim turned off the bull and helped his exhausted wife from the saddle. Her own cum oozed out of her stretched and abused pussy as it dribbled down her thighs.

If the former Miss Alabama had put on a private 'talent' show like this for the male judges, she probably would have been crowned as the new 'Miss America' instead of just First Runner-up.

Next, Mr. Ross turned to Maurice's wife.

"I've got a little part for you to play, my dear," he said. "That might just make you a star if you cooperate just right."

Once again, Miriam could only nod her pretty head. Her heartbeat and breathing had slowed a little after watching Mr. Ross' wife make love to the bull but not by much. That had to be one of the most erotic scenes that she had ever seen.

Mr. Ross showed Miriam to the dressing room which was a side door off of the playroom. She went dutifully inside and saw the clothing she was supposed to change into. The outfit consisted over a jungle-print cloth that hid her breasts with a matching wrap-around skirt. There were pairs of jungle-themed bracelets and anklets and a necklace made of bones. The accompanying instructions said to leave her panties behind for her retrieval later.

Miriam unzipped the back of her dress and let if fall into a puddle of a ring around her trim ankles. She picked up the discarded piece of clothing and carefully hung the dress on a hanger and placed it into the closet. Next off she slid her panties down her ivory-smooth thighs. She was now standing in only her garter belt, stocking and high heels.

There was a dressing table with a lighted mirror in the changing room. The pretty blonde wife sat on the bench and performed the rest of the sensual strip-tease that was being captured on video by a hidden camera. She slipped off her heels and raised one of her gorgeous gams at time as she unsnapped the garter belt from the hose and rolled the stocking down her out-stretched leg. Miriam then did the same with the other leg. She was now completely naked except for her wedding and engagement rings.

It took her only a few minutes to don the skimpy jungle-girl outfit. Miriam looked at herself in the mirror. She looked good enough to eat!

The pretty blonde wife took a deep breath before shakily grasping the dressing room door handle, opening it and padding barefooted into the playroom. She had the anxiety of a Broadway actor on opening night. It was Showtime!

Out of the corner of her pretty blue eyes, Miriam saw Maurice sitting with Roslyn in a costume similar to her own 'jungle-girl' outfit over on a low-slung loveseat near the wall. Mr. Ross had a menacing-looking spear in his hand held like a king's specter and was seated on a throne with a spot light shining brightly on him. He was dressed like a jungle chieftain.

"Bring me the captive!" he commanded in a loud, booming voice.

Out of the shadows, the black chauffer and bodyguard stepped out into the circle of light. Marcus was wearing only a loincloth that did nothing to hide his powerful African ancestry. He also wore a bone necklace similar to the one that the terrified blonde wife was now wearing. Mr. Ross was quite the movie buff and prop collector. The bone authentic necklace that Marcus now wore was the exact same one that the popular black porn actor, Johnny Keyes, wore with his jungle outfit when he bedded the big white hunter's pretty blonde wife in the porn movie, 'Jungle Adventures.'

Mr. Ross also liked to tell his many friends about the sex-swing they saw when they first came into the playroom. That swing was the very same swing that was used in the movie, 'Behind the Green Door,' starring none other than Johnny Keyes and the beautiful budding actress, Marilyn Chambers. Marilyn became famous as the 'Ivory Soap Girl' commercials before her career took a turn towards the dark side. After 'Behind the Green Door,' Marilyn was only seen with black men. It seems that the old adage of 'Once you go black, you never go back,' was certainly true for Marilyn.

The astonished blonde wife gasped in horror as the strong black Zulu warrior grasped her arm and led her roughly towards the jungle's new king.

"Here she is, Master," stated Marcus, her black captor.

"It has come to my attention that you have been strutting around like a common whore looking for some big black cock to meet your wanton, lustful needs."

"No, Master," the pretty blonde wife in the jungle-girl costume tearfully replied. "I haven't! If I did, then I didn't mean to."

"You have been a Cock-tease and must pay the price!" the powerful jungle king spoke.

"Your punishment is to be eaten alive!"

At that, Marcus threw Miriam down on the bed and quickly followed her before she could react. He pushed up her jungle skirt and shoved his head between her widespread legs.

Miriam gasped as she was actually being eaten alive! Her own husband had wanted to go down on her many times but she had always steadfastly refused his amorous cunnilingus advances. Now she was before an audience as the Negro between her wanton thighs lapped hungrily at her excited and aroused pussy like a dog being fed for the first time in many days. Her manicured hands went down in vain to the short-afro hair on his bobbing head to try to stop his lascivious slurping of her already heated loins. She didn't know that the strange aftertaste in the chocolate mousse and the African wedding night potion had both been powerful aphrodisiacs. The insistent tongue lapping at her aroused loins only added further to her excited state as she had her first of many orgasms.

Maurice had his arms around Mr. Ross' sexy wife. Roslyn had opened Maurice's trousers and now had her warm hand on his rapidly expanding dick. He knew that his very own was going to get fucked this weekend as he fucked Mr. Ross' beautiful trophy wife but he didn't count on Miriam getting fucked by a nigger. Maurice was a closet-racist himself and would have hanged a nigger on his own for one of them even looking at a white women, let alone eating out his own wife but there was something strangely arousing about watching his own lovely blonde wife at the hands, or should I say expert tongue, of an Negro.

Miriam drew her knees up and clamped her thighs against the Negro's pulsating head.

After a few minutes, Marcus lifted his head and looked over expectantly at his boss. Miriam's feminine juices were slick on the pussy ravisher's dark face.

"Fuck her!" the jungle king commanded. "Fuck her good!"

Marcus stood up and shucked his loincloth. Miriam looked up through glazed over eyes at her soon-to-be black lover. His huge black cock stood at full attention. The massive black cock was the same vision of what she had that Adam's cock might look like when fully extended. It was primed for action and the little blonde wife spread out before him was the part of the compensation package that was provided by his wealthy employer. Marcus might not have bedded as many women as Wilt 'The Stilt' Chamberlain's twenty thousand but each of his many pussies were attached to beautiful white women. Now the pretty white wife beneath him had 'jungle fever' and she had it bad. Marcus had just the right 'medicine' that the good doctor prescribed hanging between his muscular loins.

Jim Ross thought that it was too bad that Spike Lee stopped far short in the making of the interracial movie, 'Jungle Fever.' A scene like the one that was being filmed now would really have made some news at the box office.

Marcus crouched over the beautiful blonde wife like a black panther ready to leap at its prey. He ripped her top off and feasted on her lovely twin mounds. Miriam whimpered beneath him as he was about to conquer yet another beautiful white woman. His teeth bit at her erect nipples causing her painful excitement. His teeth moved to the soft skin of her neck as Miriam tried to escape the clutches of her Negro captor. He had a hold of her jugular vein and wouldn't let go until she submitted to his lustful, dark desires.

Miriam stopped her struggles from the mighty Zulu warrior. His lips were smeared in the blood from her neck as they closed around hers. His tongue went deep and found hers. The pretty blonde wife responded in kind as she kissed him back.

The deep, soul-kiss seemed to last forever. Many people don't know that the term 'soul-kiss' came from the way that black men 'soul-kissed' white women. It really turns on white women on to be kissed by black men that way.

Finally, Marcus broke the kiss long enough for him to whisper into the ear, "Put it in for me honey." It was a command rather than a request. It was also loud enough to be heard and picked up by the hidden camera's sound system

Miriam's hand went down to her loins and found the hardened shaft of the spear-chucker's impossibly long and thick spear. For the first time in her life, Miriam was afraid of the huge black appendage that was about to plunder her tight, captive pussy. The pretty blonde wife throw her head back and closed her pretty blue eyes as he thrust forward into her resisting womb. She was no match for the powerful and mighty black battering ram as it tore down all of her defenses and ripped deeply into her innermost being. Miriam let out a blood-curdling scream as Mr. Ross' black personal assistant and bodyguard initiated yet another beautiful white wife to the formerly taboo and forbidden pleasures of interracial sex. The struggling blonde wife would soon grow to enjoy big black cock in her tight white pussy as frequently as possible. She would come see him often in his playroom as he had access to unlimited well-hung black men who were more than willing to bed her for one of his underground interracial sex videos. Jim Ross made almost as much money selling these videos of attractive white wives with their randy and eager black studs as he did with his legitimate business dealings. They always seemed to have a never-ending hunger for his homemade but well-made, amateur interracial videos,

The unbearable pain between her legs finally subsided enough or her to open her eyes. She saw herself in the mirror on the ceiling. It was as if she were watching a video but she was the attractive white starlet getting her daily dose of big black cock.

The weekend was only beginning for the pretty blonde guest. Mr. Ross had plenty more devious scenes for Miriam as his new lovely shining star. She would be quite the money maker for him. Part of the proceeds would go to her pitiful husband in the form of the much needed raise. He had to laugh whenever he did this to them. So many men would turn over their pretty wives to his devious dark desires in search of the almighty dollar.

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After that fateful weekend, Miriam and Maurice's life together was never the same again. He got that promised raise that he so coveted but he essentially lost his wife to get it. She spent more and more of her weekends at the Ross Mansion fucking an untold numbers of black men. Maurice could only jerk off by himself during the weekends while he envisioned his lovely blonde wife being brutally assaulted by yet another black man.