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Archive name: burning.txt (Mdom/F, wife, intr, reluc)
Authors name: Rusty Shackleford (rustyshac@aol.com)
Story title : Suzanne: Mississippi Burning

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Suzanne: Mississippi Burning (Mdom/F, wife, intr, reluc)
by Rusty Shackleford (rustyshac@aol.com)

***

Suzanne put the last of the clean dishes away and 
nervously wiped her hands on the dishtowel. She could 
hear the lawnmower engine outside, whirring away as Tony 
finished up the last little bit of the side yard. She 
ran her hands through her short auburn hair and bit her 
lip, dreading what she was about to do. 

Suzanne was normally very shy and reserved. She didn't 
like the idea of having to fire the yardman who had 
worked for her and her husband the last six months. But 
lately, Tony's attitude had become simply impossible. He 
was never directly insubordinate. He did, however, have 
the habit of standing too close to her, invading her 
personal space. He answered all of her questions and 
requests with a cocky smirk, as if he was secretly 
mocking her. And the way he looked at her made her feel 
distinctly uncomfortable.

Her feelings didn't have anything to do, she assured 
herself, with the fact that Tony was black. Suzanne had 
been raised a proper Southern girl, and she knew people 
who were very prejudiced, but she judged people on their 
character, not the color of their skin. 

She hadn't mentioned any of this to her husband the 
night before; she'd just told him that she didn't think 
Tony was going to work out and they should hire someone 
else. He had just shrugged and kissed the top of her 
head. "Whatever you want, honey," he'd said. He was such 
a sweet man. 

She heard the lawnmower engine stop and knew he was 
finished. She looked out the back window and saw Tony 
putting the mower away in the outbuilding behind the 
house. He was a big man, almost six-three. He had 
stripped off his shirt in the Mississippi heat, and his 
muscular torso glistened with sweat.

That was another thing that made Suzanne uncomfortable, 
the way Tony was always displaying his body. His work 
shorts and jeans were often so tight that Suzanne swore 
she could see the outline of his...well, his thing. 
Suzanne felt a flush rising to her cheeks at the 
thought. Then a determined look came over her pretty 
green eyes. This was something that had to be done. 

She heard the back door open. Tony's bulk filled the 
doorway into the kitchen. "I finished the mowing...
ma'am," he said, hesitating just slightly before the 
last word. See, she thought, that's what I mean. He 
says it, but it's like he's making fun of me. 

She got her checkbook out of her purse and sat down at 
the kitchen table to pay him. He came over and stood 
close by her chair like he often did. So close that she 
could smell his sweat. "When you want me to come back?" 
he said. 

She didn't look up from writing the check. "I don't 
think we'll be needing you anymore, Tony," she said, 
trying to keep the trembling out of her voice.

"Some problem, Mrs. H?" he said. He moved closer to her. 
Suzanne became acutely aware that his crotch was right 
at the level of her face. She ripped the check out of 
the checkbook. "No, she said, not looking at him, 
"There's no problem..." 

"Bullshit!"

The sudden vehemence in his voice shocked her as much as 
the profanity. She looked up at him in shock, realizing 
how he towered over her. She tried to stand up, but he 
put one massive hand on her shoulder, holding her in the 
chair as if she were a child. 

"You think I ain't seen how you look at me," he said in 
a hard voice, so different from his usual soft tones. 
"You think I don't notice?" 

"I...I don't know what you mean," she stammered. "P-
please take your hand off me." 

"I don't think so," he said. 

A shiver of fear ran through Suzanne's belly. Her 
nearest neighbor was over 100 yards away, the houses 
separated by a thick grove of oak trees. No one would 
hear her if she called for help. She was, she realized, 
totally at this man's mercy.

The revelation caused a strange flutter in Suzanne's 
stomach, something more than just fear. Her head turned, 
almost unwillingly, back to his groin. She saw that his 
penis was bulging against the denim of his cut-off 
shorts. It looked huge. "Oh, God," she whimpered. It 
started as a sound of fear, but what came out was a 
moan. His chuckle sent another spasm through her. She 
became aware of a wetness between her legs. "No," she 
whispered. "Please...don't..." 

"Don't what, MRS. H?" he sneered. "Don't take out my big 
black dick and make you suck on it? Don't FUCK you?" 

The lewd words sent more jolts through her body. Her 
husband, so sweet and gentle, had never used any such 
harsh language around her. 

She moaned again as he began slowly pulling down his 
zipper, still holding her in place with his other hand 
on her shoulder. He reached in and slowly withdrew his 
cock, holding it just inches from her face. She couldn't 
believe the size of it. She had only seen one other 
penis in her life -"her husband's -"and it was nothing 
like this monster. Tony's cock was at least of foot long 
and the shaft looked almost as big around as Suzanne's 
wrist. How could any woman take something that big 
inside of her, she wondered. 

"This what you been wantin' to see?" he demanded. 

"No," she whispered, but she knew deep down that she was 
lying. She had indeed been sneaking peeks at the bulge 
in his jeans for weeks now, but she had denied it even 
to herself. "God," she groaned. "It's so b-b-big..." 

"Bigger than your husband's?" he said. She couldn't 
bring herself to say it. Finally, she nodded slightly. 
He slapped her across the face with is open hand, not 
hard, but hard enough to show what he could do if he 
wanted. "Is it BIGGER than your Husband's?" he demanded 
again. 

"Yes," she sobbed. "It's bigger than my husband's. 
Please don't make me...d-do-do it..." 

"Get on your knees," he ordered. Still weeping, she 
complied. 	


"See," he said almost conversationally, "I think you 
lyin' to me. I think you really want to suck it. But you 
can't deal with givin' in to a black man.
So I have to make you do it. Now open your mouth, Mrs. 
H." 		

"No,"' she said, shaking her head desperately. He 
slapped her again, harder. She wept and closed her eyes 
as she opened her mouth as wide as it would go. She felt 
his hand grab her by the hair and force her lips over 
the head of his cock. She moaned in fear as he forced it 
into her unwilling mouth. The heavy, salty taste of his 
flesh overwhelmed her senses, causing her to feel 
lightheaded, almost drunk. He used his grip on her hair 
to force his cock further into her mouth until she 
gagged slightly.

When she did that, he relented in his grip but only for 
a moment before forcing it in even further. I don't have 
a choice, the thought drummed in her head over and over, 
I have to do what he says, I have to please him...
Gradually, her throat muscles relaxed and she was 
taking him deeper into her mouth. He groaned with 
pleasure and she felt a jolt of arousal go through her 
at the sound. She couldn't believe her reaction. Here 
she was, being brutally mouth- raped by a servant, a 
black man even...and she liked it. 

She realized that he nipples were stiff with desire and 
that her pussy was soaking wet. She gave a small moan 
deep in her throat and heard him chuckle. He released 
his hold her hair. Freed of his grip, she raised her 
hands to his hips to try to push him away, but was 
horrified to discover that she couldn't. Her hands 
wrapped around his waist, grasping his buttocks to pull 
him deeper into her mouth. He laughed again. "I knew 
it," he said. "I knew once you got a taste, you wouldn't 
be able to say no. Now suck it, Mrs. H," he ordered. 
"Suck my big Black dick.." 

His soft, commanding words sent her over the edge. She 
groaned in sheer lust around his hardness in her mouth 
and began fellating him eagerly, her lips making nasty 
slurping sounds as she tried to take all of his hardness 
into her mouth. She worked her tongue against the 
underside and was rewarded by another grunt of pleasure. 
She reached down to gently cup the dangling sack of his 
balls and groaned again as she felt how heavy and full 
of cum they were. Her mind reeled as she thought of 
sucking all of that delicious cum out of him, having it 
shoot into her throat, on her hands, on her face...

Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Suzanne 
cried out softly as if in pain as the abrupt removal of 
the throbbing pole in her mouth left her with the 
emptiest feeling she had ever known. "Please," she 
begged, even as tears of shame ran down her face. 
"Please let me have it some more...let me suck it..."

"Stand up," he ordered. "And bend over the kitchen 
table. It's time you learned what a real fuck is like." 

Fresh tears spilled down her face. She couldn't do it, 
she just couldn't. She couldn't let this near-stranger 
have what she had only given before to her sweet 
husband. He grabbed her by the hair again and yanked her 
to her feet, giving her another harsh slap for her 
reluctance. . He spun her around and threw her face down 
over the kitchen table. He pinned her slim wrists behind 
her with one powerful hand and used the other to shove 
the hem of her flimsy sundress over her waist. Her 
panties were next, ripped off and tossed aside like so 
much tissue paper.

She squirmed against the table as she felt the pressure 
of his enormous cock against her pussy from behind. The 
broad head of his prick spread and stretched the 
delicate lips until she whimpered in pain and fear. 
"No," she begged softly. "Please, I can't take one that 
AAAAHHH!" her pleas were cut off as he brutally thrust 
forward, shoving half of his cock into her with one 
thrust.

She felt as if she were being split wide open as he 
partially withdrew and slammed into her again, wrenching 
another scream of pain from her lips. The pain was all 
consuming. There was nothing else in the world but the 
agony of his forceful entry...until with a third mighty 
thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her pussy and 
she came. 

It was like nothing she had ever felt before, certainly 
nothing like the small twinges of pleasure she felt from 
sex with her husband. This orgasm took over her whole 
body, convulsive spasms of pleasure that forced her 
unwilling body to writhe uncontrollably against the 
tabletop. Still pinning her down, Tony began fucking her 
with long deep jackhammer strokes, each one sending 
further waves of bliss through her helpless body. 

"You like that, don't you, you little whore?" he taunted 
her. "You like that black cock?" 

"Yes," she panted. "I love it. I love your cock. Please 
don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck me harder..." 

"Still want me to leave?" he said. 

"No...no," she sobbed," Don't ever leave, don't ever 
stop. Every day, I want you here every day. I'll fuck 
you, I'll suck you...I'll be your whore..." the sound of 
her own slavish pleading aroused her even further until 
she was screaming in orgasm again.

He redoubled his thrusts, pounding her hard against the 
table, making her cum even harder. He gave a great shout 
as his own climax exploded inside her. The pulsing of 
his cock and the scalding jets of cum splashing against 
the walls of her vagina sent her pleasure skyrocketing 
even higher.

Her back arched, she raised her head up off the table, 
and the scream of joy stuck in her throat at first as 
she built towards the most powerful orgasm yet. Then she 
shrieked as it burst over her. Her vision blurred and 
white-hot flames seemed to consume her as her muscles 
twitched and spasmed.

Finally, it was over. Suzanne lay across the table, limp 
and shattered, utterly broken to his cock. She moaned at 
the slurping sound of his withdrawal, felt the white cum 
leaking out of her onto the tabletop, but it was as if 
it was being felt by someone far away. She lay there, 
too spent to move until he slapped her on the ass, hard. 
She raised her head to look at him. 

"See you tomorrow, Mrs. H," he said as he pulled his 
shorts back up over his hips. Suzanne whimpered slightly 
as he tucked his cock back in and zipped up. She lay 
there, unmoving, watching him as he swaggered out of the 
room. "Tomorrow," she whispered. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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