Prison Doctor Chapter Two
Prison Doctor Chapter Two
Eli lay in bed glancing over at Paige who was engrossed in some recent bestseller on her tablet as she listened to Wolf Alice through her earbuds. Like most husbands, he had failed to notice a change in his wife’s demeanor over the last several weeks. Now, looking back there was something amiss, he was sure of it, since her return the morning after the ice storm. That afternoon she barely touched her sushi at her favorite upscale Japanese restaurant and remained quiet and lost in thought. The weekend had passed and Paige remained silent and withdrawn as if she were carrying the world's weight on her shoulders. Now, weeks later her disposition had not changed.
Something else was bothering Eli. Earlier in the week, while searching for a charging cord, he had discovered a large black dildo in the far back drawer of the nightstand next to her side of the bed. Paige was far from a prude, but her interest in sex was casual, and except on her first day back volunteering at the prison it was he who typically initiated sex. Eli wasn’t oblivious to the fact that his wife masturbated from time to time what made the dildo unusual is she tended to perform her masturbation manually. He had never once encountered or suspected that she had toys to aid her in self-gratification and was sure the huge black object filling the back of the drawer was a recent addition.
Lately, Paige had begun fending off his sexual advances claiming fatigue or tiredness. She had even used the cliche of not feeling well and having a headache. He would have laughed but had mistaken her aloofness for an actual physical issue, now he was questioning that. Maybe Paige is overworked, the long hours at the clinic and senseless volunteering at the prison consuming her time. He would talk with her about it she had mentioned a weekend gateway and hoped that would provide an opportunity to discuss her overburdened schedule.
Eli turned his attention to the basketball game on the TV and watched the players move effortlessly with speed and finesse up and down the court. He admired the athletes' power, grace, and skill on both teams, They were like modern gladiators: tall, muscular, quick, powerful, and predominantly Black a fact he found more than a little intimidating, their power was intoxicating, and at a deeper depth he found it erotic, their toned, tall, ripped physiques caused his very modest manhood to become painfully erect something he could not admit to anyone, especially his wife?
*****
Paige had been trying to finish the same chapter in her novel she had started when they came to bed. She was reduced to reading the same page repeatedly beginning at the top and becoming distracted by the bottom of the page losing her comprehension. Latrell filled her thoughts when she wasn’t occupied with work or an important task. Even her dreams were filled with him taking her hard and dominating her ruthlessly. She asked herself why, this man was always in her thoughts, she knew why, it was as plain as the nose on her face. 'It was his superiority, his strength, power, confidence, and cockiness of his no-nonsense demeanor. The smell of masculine, the irresistible taste of his flesh. The way he called me “girl” made my legs shake and my knees weak, how his deep, rich, lush voice made every nerve in my body tingle with unabashed lust. His forceful, commanding voice caused me to blush like a schoolgirl and melt embarrassingly. Eyes that look through me to the very depth of my submissive soul. His understanding of my need to be used roughly and harshly for his pleasure and enjoyment. The unspoken acknowledgment of my total surrender and his aloofness piqued my desire, flaming my passion until I could barely breathe. The aura surrounding him radiates the ultimate omnipotence and virile ferociousness that oozes from every pore of his masculine body without exertion as if causing him no more effort than drawing a breath and other intangibles that I can't even begin to define.'
The guilt was crushing her, she knew she had to tell, Eli but how? It was not as if she was the first to resist temptation. She had never imagined herself in this situation. Paige Muller, the good, quiet, studious, shy girl growing up was now a wanton trollop and her husband deserved the truth. Several times in the last few days she had come close to confessing but stopped unsure how to broach the subject. 'Hey Luv, you know those incarcerated patients I have been volunteering with at the maximum security prison? Well, I shagged one of them, and believe it or not I want and need to do it again didn't seem like the best way to start a conversation or confession.' Glancing at Eli, engrossed in a basketball game she closed her eyes, tilting her head back against the mountains of plush pillows alone with her thoughts as the music played in her ears.
At some point during her interlude, Eli had turned and slid his body tightly to hers his small erection poking her thigh bringing her back from her preoccupation regarding infidelity as she felt his small penis slowly humping her leg. Opening her eyes, she found his eyes staring into hers pleadingly. Her first thought should have been, 'Does he know,' but that was not what was going through her mind it was loathing and pity that smacked her sentiments. They hadn't had sex since the day she came back from her tryst with Latrell but then whose fault was that she contemplated. If Eli was so easily dissuaded by her weak put-offs what kind of man was he? The more she ignored her husband, the more he pleaded for release. There was no doubt in her mind that Latrell would never be thwarted of any objective he wished and that thought of Latrell taking and ravishing her on a whim made her sex throb and moisten. Eli was still her husband and once more guilt set in but this time it was not the remorse of adultery it was his sad puppy eyes and a newfound stirring deep inside her consciousness that was not pity, or contempt it was power and control. Paige realized that she was the dominant partner in her marriage, she dominated this man, well boy. The fact that he had to beg her for sex both disgusted and enthralled her no real man like Latrell would ever lower himself to begging for his pleasure.
She slid her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers until her lengthy fingers caressed his little penis. Eli moaned as his wife's fingers skillfully fondled the short length of his manhood. Her hands were as beautiful as she with long fingers and icy blue manicured fingernails that matched her eyes, "Oh fuck, Paige that feels so good."
"Does it, Luv," Paige asked a hint of seething condescension in her voice.
"Oh, fuck yes."
"That's good, does my little man like it when I play with his little thingy?"
"Gawd yes, please don't stop," Eli begged unsure where this newfound voice and attitude in his wife was coming from but was thoroughly enjoying it. Her derogatory terms for both him and his manhood only served to increase his pleasure making it too intense for him to risk her stopping.
"That's good, it's always good to keep my little man happy, as long as he is a good boy," Paige said as she continued to stroke his short penis. She was also unsure where this recent change in demeanor had unleashed itself from inside her but the effect on her husband was positive and she embarrassed it.
Eli continued to moan as his lust built. He reached for the remote to turn the television off thinking this was going to be some hot and heavy sex that he had been longing for but with cat-like reflexes, Paige flung it aside before he could grasp it.
Paige was uncertain what had prompted the swipe to the remote as she continued to rub her husband's now drooling penis. She did not doubt that subconsciously the agile prowess of the masterful black athletes on television had the same effect on her as her husband, another realization.
The pleasure that Paige's skillful and delicate hands brought to Eli's erection only inflamed his desires further. Moving her hand with increasing speed along his straining little member until sensing he was on the verge of eruption she stopped pulling her hand away with an evil grin. Eli's sounds of frustration filled the room, "Fuck, babe I need you so bad."
"I am sure you do, Luv," Paige replied stroking his maleness again.
"Mmm, yes, I want to be inside you, please?"
Paige smiled, waiting as Eli's frustration heightened.
"Please, babe please."
His begging only served to deepen her contempt for him and enforce her power over him so she repeated the process several times bringing him to the edge of release only to cruelly stop right before the tipping point. More than once Eli moved his hand to cup her pert little breasts under her boyfriend-tee only to be slapped away firmly by Paige.
"Please, please, Paige please let me fuck you," Eli's voice was full of quinces, causing Paige to abhor this new dynamic even more, or did it? Again, the feeling of authority overcame her changing her mood and demeanor stopping and removing her hand from his stiff little penis pondering her next move she delayed for several seconds that passed to a minute with only the background sounds of the basketball game emanating from the television. She confirmed her previous thought when she noted her husband's hardness did not abate and observed his focus on the television and the game being played. She purposely placed a finger beneath the insignificant head of his penis checking for a pulse. Looking at the television she discerned that every time there was a shot or a closeup of one of the fit black athletes his cock pulsed wildly. 'Interesting,' Paige thought, perhaps her admission of wanton sluttiness with Latrell won't be as hard after all. Maybe a way out of her dilemma was at hand so to speak. Still doubtful, Paige decided to play her scheme out for at least this evening and see what happens, In a soft, sensual tone, Paige asked, "It seems my little man likes watching strong-fit Adonius like black men in action," her tone rhetorical.
"Mmm, what, Ahh, no, I mean," Eli mumbled.
"I would say your little thingy disagrees, Luv," Paige cooed.
Unlike his wife, Eli considered cheating in thought as unethical as with the body. Caught red-handed he gathered his thoughts before speaking, "Babe, I am sorry, I don't know why but something about them, I mean, there's an aura."
"Them," Paige asked in a judgmental tone insinuating the use of the word was derogatory, "Or basketball players in general?"
"No, I mean the black players."
"They do have a strong, powerful semblance, I agree but all the same the term 'them' is akin to calling them boys in my book."
"Babe, I didn't mean that, you know I am not racist."
Paige starts stroking his still-hard penis, "I am sure you are not at least on a sliding scale no more than any other woke white person."
"No, I'm not."
"Guessing the little guy here is showing some appreciation then," Paige said as she squeezed her husband's meager penis.
Eli, gasping between waves of pleasure," Paige?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"I need to confess."
"Go on."
Eli's hesitation caused Paige's grasp upon his penis to loosen before she pulled her hand away, "Paige, I think I might be gay."
Paige burst out laughing, "Oh, sweetie I'm sorry for laughing but you're not gay."
"I'm serious, Paige when I look at those men powerful feelings come over me."
"I'm no expert, Luv but you're not gay."
"No?"
"No one can eat pussy like you do and be gay, Bi maybe but certainly not gay."
Eli smiled, "Are you sure?"
"Positive, who wouldn't be turned on by those awesomely fit, incredibly handsome black men."
Eli raises an eyebrow at his wife, "So you find them attractive too?"
"Are you serious, I am a woman, what woman wouldn't?"
Eli realized he had rarely considered what his wife found attractive in a man, "Yeah, I guess that is obvious, I mean who wouldn't, right."
If Paige was ever going to have a golden opportunity to confess her sins this was the moment. With her husband's revelation things changed, their relationship had now changed. She knew knowledge was power and power was intoxicating and that caused her sex to pulse in excitement. 'What if this is an opportunity,' she thought while moving the tip of her finger around the head of her husband's still hard and leaking penis, "They are very handsome aren't they, so masculine and domineering, the epitome of manhood."
"Yesss, yes they are," Eli moaned as his wife's soft gentle hands returned to caressing the length of his penis, thoughts of kneeling before a powerful black man sucking his big beautiful ebony cock and submitting his ass to him running through his head as Paige's fingertips traveled up and down his cock. Then another thought entered his mind momentarily, the image of Paige being fucked by that same massive manhood. The idea of his wife serving one of those black players moving up and down the court caused his penis to throb even further.
"They are so sensual even as they move on the court. It's astonishing how easily they exude dominance and fearlessness." Paige purred.
"Oh yeah," Eli groaned.
"Are you thinking about them now?"
"Yesss."
"A big powerful black man taking you like a dirty little whore?"
"Yesss."
"Using you like a cheap slut? Shoving his thick black cock down your throat as it chokes out your cries for more?"
"Ahhhh!"
"Maybe you are even thinking about him shoving that awesome black cock up your ass, hmmm?"
"Oh fuck, yes," His hips started thrusting in motion to her hand moving along his penis.
"Ooh, sweetie look this is turning you on, isn't it? You want to be used like a slut at the feet of a black man don't you, how badly do you need this?" Paige cooed as his precum coated her fingers.
Eli attempted to speak but the intense pleasure and thoughts going through his head from her words prevented his mouth from functioning. Paige's hand pumping up and down and rotating around his tiny head was treating him to incredible sensations as thoughts of the powerful black men filled his head.
Paige knew precisely the right places to put her hand and exactly the right movements to make to bring him to the edge. He wouldn't be able to stop himself even if he wanted to. Much sooner than she expected, she heard him groaning, "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum."
"You better not, you haven't asked for permission, slut."
"What?"
Paige sensed his soon-to-be release loosened her grip on his penis and removed her pre-cum coated hand before smacking him hard across his cheek noting his little cock jerk with pleasure as she did.
Eli whimpered in both shock and frustration as his cheek reddened and now glistened with his pre-cum. Satisfied she had made her point her long fingers returned to caressing the length of his puny shaft, "Now, ask me nicely, slut!"
"Please, Paige, please let me cum, I can't hold back any longer."
Paige pressed her lips to his ear, "That's my good boy, think about your lips stretched around a big black cock. Sucking that beautiful black cock until it cums down your slutty little throat," she said in a slow, low, seductive tone, "Get it all out for me now, come for me."
Something about her words spurred him on, was it the word 'boy' or 'black cock', or possibly both either way, Yes he would be a good boy, he would be good to her. It was too much for Eli his little testicles tightened, and his scanty penis swelled a bit more before surging out a very modest arc of warm thin seed. Paige, feeling his imminent release pointed his penis toward his chest and T-shirt aiming for his alma maters logo. The cum building up in him sprayed out, he couldn't stop himself. He felt himself thrusting hard into his wife's beautiful hand cum spurting out of him with delicious pleasure, "Agh, yes," he yelled as Paige continued to pump his tiny penis until the last dribble of cum dripped out.
"There we go little man all better," wiping her cum covered fingers on her husband's T-shirt before adding, “Mission accomplished," in a state of delirium, Eli could only groan and nod in complete satisfaction.
Paige was still unsure where this newfound dominant authority over her husband had come from but whatever the source, she loved it. The feeling of dominance caused her sex to pulse in pleasure. Eli's response to her newfound nature told her volumes about his enjoyment of his newfound submission giving her even more to ponder.
Paige's task completed she turned to her side of the bed and fluffed her pillows before resting her head on their softness. After a minute Eli wandered to the bathroom to clean up the results of his wife's attention. On the verge of sleep, Paige heard her work cell ringing on the nightstand and picked it up. The caller ID widened her eyes it was her number from the phone that disappeared the night of the ice storm. Paige picked up and tentatively uttered, "Hello."
"How you livin, snow bunny," asked a deep, rich voice.
Eli lay in bed glancing over at Paige who was engrossed in some recent bestseller on her tablet as she listened to Wolf Alice through her earbuds. Like most husbands, he had failed to notice a change in his wife’s demeanor over the last several weeks. Now, looking back there was something amiss, he was sure of it, since her return the morning after the ice storm. That afternoon she barely touched her sushi at her favorite upscale Japanese restaurant and remained quiet and lost in thought. The weekend had passed and Paige remained silent and withdrawn as if she were carrying the world's weight on her shoulders. Now, weeks later her disposition had not changed.
Something else was bothering Eli. Earlier in the week, while searching for a charging cord, he had discovered a large black dildo in the far back drawer of the nightstand next to her side of the bed. Paige was far from a prude, but her interest in sex was casual, and except on her first day back volunteering at the prison it was he who typically initiated sex. Eli wasn’t oblivious to the fact that his wife masturbated from time to time what made the dildo unusual is she tended to perform her masturbation manually. He had never once encountered or suspected that she had toys to aid her in self-gratification and was sure the huge black object filling the back of the drawer was a recent addition.
Lately, Paige had begun fending off his sexual advances claiming fatigue or tiredness. She had even used the cliche of not feeling well and having a headache. He would have laughed but had mistaken her aloofness for an actual physical issue, now he was questioning that. Maybe Paige is overworked, the long hours at the clinic and senseless volunteering at the prison consuming her time. He would talk with her about it she had mentioned a weekend gateway and hoped that would provide an opportunity to discuss her overburdened schedule.
Eli turned his attention to the basketball game on the TV and watched the players move effortlessly with speed and finesse up and down the court. He admired the athletes' power, grace, and skill on both teams, They were like modern gladiators: tall, muscular, quick, powerful, and predominantly Black a fact he found more than a little intimidating, their power was intoxicating, and at a deeper depth he found it erotic, their toned, tall, ripped physiques caused his very modest manhood to become painfully erect something he could not admit to anyone, especially his wife?
*****
Paige had been trying to finish the same chapter in her novel she had started when they came to bed. She was reduced to reading the same page repeatedly beginning at the top and becoming distracted by the bottom of the page losing her comprehension. Latrell filled her thoughts when she wasn’t occupied with work or an important task. Even her dreams were filled with him taking her hard and dominating her ruthlessly. She asked herself why, this man was always in her thoughts, she knew why, it was as plain as the nose on her face. 'It was his superiority, his strength, power, confidence, and cockiness of his no-nonsense demeanor. The smell of masculine, the irresistible taste of his flesh. The way he called me “girl” made my legs shake and my knees weak, how his deep, rich, lush voice made every nerve in my body tingle with unabashed lust. His forceful, commanding voice caused me to blush like a schoolgirl and melt embarrassingly. Eyes that look through me to the very depth of my submissive soul. His understanding of my need to be used roughly and harshly for his pleasure and enjoyment. The unspoken acknowledgment of my total surrender and his aloofness piqued my desire, flaming my passion until I could barely breathe. The aura surrounding him radiates the ultimate omnipotence and virile ferociousness that oozes from every pore of his masculine body without exertion as if causing him no more effort than drawing a breath and other intangibles that I can't even begin to define.'
The guilt was crushing her, she knew she had to tell, Eli but how? It was not as if she was the first to resist temptation. She had never imagined herself in this situation. Paige Muller, the good, quiet, studious, shy girl growing up was now a wanton trollop and her husband deserved the truth. Several times in the last few days she had come close to confessing but stopped unsure how to broach the subject. 'Hey Luv, you know those incarcerated patients I have been volunteering with at the maximum security prison? Well, I shagged one of them, and believe it or not I want and need to do it again didn't seem like the best way to start a conversation or confession.' Glancing at Eli, engrossed in a basketball game she closed her eyes, tilting her head back against the mountains of plush pillows alone with her thoughts as the music played in her ears.
At some point during her interlude, Eli had turned and slid his body tightly to hers his small erection poking her thigh bringing her back from her preoccupation regarding infidelity as she felt his small penis slowly humping her leg. Opening her eyes, she found his eyes staring into hers pleadingly. Her first thought should have been, 'Does he know,' but that was not what was going through her mind it was loathing and pity that smacked her sentiments. They hadn't had sex since the day she came back from her tryst with Latrell but then whose fault was that she contemplated. If Eli was so easily dissuaded by her weak put-offs what kind of man was he? The more she ignored her husband, the more he pleaded for release. There was no doubt in her mind that Latrell would never be thwarted of any objective he wished and that thought of Latrell taking and ravishing her on a whim made her sex throb and moisten. Eli was still her husband and once more guilt set in but this time it was not the remorse of adultery it was his sad puppy eyes and a newfound stirring deep inside her consciousness that was not pity, or contempt it was power and control. Paige realized that she was the dominant partner in her marriage, she dominated this man, well boy. The fact that he had to beg her for sex both disgusted and enthralled her no real man like Latrell would ever lower himself to begging for his pleasure.
She slid her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers until her lengthy fingers caressed his little penis. Eli moaned as his wife's fingers skillfully fondled the short length of his manhood. Her hands were as beautiful as she with long fingers and icy blue manicured fingernails that matched her eyes, "Oh fuck, Paige that feels so good."
"Does it, Luv," Paige asked a hint of seething condescension in her voice.
"Oh, fuck yes."
"That's good, does my little man like it when I play with his little thingy?"
"Gawd yes, please don't stop," Eli begged unsure where this newfound voice and attitude in his wife was coming from but was thoroughly enjoying it. Her derogatory terms for both him and his manhood only served to increase his pleasure making it too intense for him to risk her stopping.
"That's good, it's always good to keep my little man happy, as long as he is a good boy," Paige said as she continued to stroke his short penis. She was also unsure where this recent change in demeanor had unleashed itself from inside her but the effect on her husband was positive and she embarrassed it.
Eli continued to moan as his lust built. He reached for the remote to turn the television off thinking this was going to be some hot and heavy sex that he had been longing for but with cat-like reflexes, Paige flung it aside before he could grasp it.
Paige was uncertain what had prompted the swipe to the remote as she continued to rub her husband's now drooling penis. She did not doubt that subconsciously the agile prowess of the masterful black athletes on television had the same effect on her as her husband, another realization.
The pleasure that Paige's skillful and delicate hands brought to Eli's erection only inflamed his desires further. Moving her hand with increasing speed along his straining little member until sensing he was on the verge of eruption she stopped pulling her hand away with an evil grin. Eli's sounds of frustration filled the room, "Fuck, babe I need you so bad."
"I am sure you do, Luv," Paige replied stroking his maleness again.
"Mmm, yes, I want to be inside you, please?"
Paige smiled, waiting as Eli's frustration heightened.
"Please, babe please."
His begging only served to deepen her contempt for him and enforce her power over him so she repeated the process several times bringing him to the edge of release only to cruelly stop right before the tipping point. More than once Eli moved his hand to cup her pert little breasts under her boyfriend-tee only to be slapped away firmly by Paige.
"Please, please, Paige please let me fuck you," Eli's voice was full of quinces, causing Paige to abhor this new dynamic even more, or did it? Again, the feeling of authority overcame her changing her mood and demeanor stopping and removing her hand from his stiff little penis pondering her next move she delayed for several seconds that passed to a minute with only the background sounds of the basketball game emanating from the television. She confirmed her previous thought when she noted her husband's hardness did not abate and observed his focus on the television and the game being played. She purposely placed a finger beneath the insignificant head of his penis checking for a pulse. Looking at the television she discerned that every time there was a shot or a closeup of one of the fit black athletes his cock pulsed wildly. 'Interesting,' Paige thought, perhaps her admission of wanton sluttiness with Latrell won't be as hard after all. Maybe a way out of her dilemma was at hand so to speak. Still doubtful, Paige decided to play her scheme out for at least this evening and see what happens, In a soft, sensual tone, Paige asked, "It seems my little man likes watching strong-fit Adonius like black men in action," her tone rhetorical.
"Mmm, what, Ahh, no, I mean," Eli mumbled.
"I would say your little thingy disagrees, Luv," Paige cooed.
Unlike his wife, Eli considered cheating in thought as unethical as with the body. Caught red-handed he gathered his thoughts before speaking, "Babe, I am sorry, I don't know why but something about them, I mean, there's an aura."
"Them," Paige asked in a judgmental tone insinuating the use of the word was derogatory, "Or basketball players in general?"
"No, I mean the black players."
"They do have a strong, powerful semblance, I agree but all the same the term 'them' is akin to calling them boys in my book."
"Babe, I didn't mean that, you know I am not racist."
Paige starts stroking his still-hard penis, "I am sure you are not at least on a sliding scale no more than any other woke white person."
"No, I'm not."
"Guessing the little guy here is showing some appreciation then," Paige said as she squeezed her husband's meager penis.
Eli, gasping between waves of pleasure," Paige?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"I need to confess."
"Go on."
Eli's hesitation caused Paige's grasp upon his penis to loosen before she pulled her hand away, "Paige, I think I might be gay."
Paige burst out laughing, "Oh, sweetie I'm sorry for laughing but you're not gay."
"I'm serious, Paige when I look at those men powerful feelings come over me."
"I'm no expert, Luv but you're not gay."
"No?"
"No one can eat pussy like you do and be gay, Bi maybe but certainly not gay."
Eli smiled, "Are you sure?"
"Positive, who wouldn't be turned on by those awesomely fit, incredibly handsome black men."
Eli raises an eyebrow at his wife, "So you find them attractive too?"
"Are you serious, I am a woman, what woman wouldn't?"
Eli realized he had rarely considered what his wife found attractive in a man, "Yeah, I guess that is obvious, I mean who wouldn't, right."
If Paige was ever going to have a golden opportunity to confess her sins this was the moment. With her husband's revelation things changed, their relationship had now changed. She knew knowledge was power and power was intoxicating and that caused her sex to pulse in excitement. 'What if this is an opportunity,' she thought while moving the tip of her finger around the head of her husband's still hard and leaking penis, "They are very handsome aren't they, so masculine and domineering, the epitome of manhood."
"Yesss, yes they are," Eli moaned as his wife's soft gentle hands returned to caressing the length of his penis, thoughts of kneeling before a powerful black man sucking his big beautiful ebony cock and submitting his ass to him running through his head as Paige's fingertips traveled up and down his cock. Then another thought entered his mind momentarily, the image of Paige being fucked by that same massive manhood. The idea of his wife serving one of those black players moving up and down the court caused his penis to throb even further.
"They are so sensual even as they move on the court. It's astonishing how easily they exude dominance and fearlessness." Paige purred.
"Oh yeah," Eli groaned.
"Are you thinking about them now?"
"Yesss."
"A big powerful black man taking you like a dirty little whore?"
"Yesss."
"Using you like a cheap slut? Shoving his thick black cock down your throat as it chokes out your cries for more?"
"Ahhhh!"
"Maybe you are even thinking about him shoving that awesome black cock up your ass, hmmm?"
"Oh fuck, yes," His hips started thrusting in motion to her hand moving along his penis.
"Ooh, sweetie look this is turning you on, isn't it? You want to be used like a slut at the feet of a black man don't you, how badly do you need this?" Paige cooed as his precum coated her fingers.
Eli attempted to speak but the intense pleasure and thoughts going through his head from her words prevented his mouth from functioning. Paige's hand pumping up and down and rotating around his tiny head was treating him to incredible sensations as thoughts of the powerful black men filled his head.
Paige knew precisely the right places to put her hand and exactly the right movements to make to bring him to the edge. He wouldn't be able to stop himself even if he wanted to. Much sooner than she expected, she heard him groaning, "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum."
"You better not, you haven't asked for permission, slut."
"What?"
Paige sensed his soon-to-be release loosened her grip on his penis and removed her pre-cum coated hand before smacking him hard across his cheek noting his little cock jerk with pleasure as she did.
Eli whimpered in both shock and frustration as his cheek reddened and now glistened with his pre-cum. Satisfied she had made her point her long fingers returned to caressing the length of his puny shaft, "Now, ask me nicely, slut!"
"Please, Paige, please let me cum, I can't hold back any longer."
Paige pressed her lips to his ear, "That's my good boy, think about your lips stretched around a big black cock. Sucking that beautiful black cock until it cums down your slutty little throat," she said in a slow, low, seductive tone, "Get it all out for me now, come for me."
Something about her words spurred him on, was it the word 'boy' or 'black cock', or possibly both either way, Yes he would be a good boy, he would be good to her. It was too much for Eli his little testicles tightened, and his scanty penis swelled a bit more before surging out a very modest arc of warm thin seed. Paige, feeling his imminent release pointed his penis toward his chest and T-shirt aiming for his alma maters logo. The cum building up in him sprayed out, he couldn't stop himself. He felt himself thrusting hard into his wife's beautiful hand cum spurting out of him with delicious pleasure, "Agh, yes," he yelled as Paige continued to pump his tiny penis until the last dribble of cum dripped out.
"There we go little man all better," wiping her cum covered fingers on her husband's T-shirt before adding, “Mission accomplished," in a state of delirium, Eli could only groan and nod in complete satisfaction.
Paige was still unsure where this newfound dominant authority over her husband had come from but whatever the source, she loved it. The feeling of dominance caused her sex to pulse in pleasure. Eli's response to her newfound nature told her volumes about his enjoyment of his newfound submission giving her even more to ponder.
Paige's task completed she turned to her side of the bed and fluffed her pillows before resting her head on their softness. After a minute Eli wandered to the bathroom to clean up the results of his wife's attention. On the verge of sleep, Paige heard her work cell ringing on the nightstand and picked it up. The caller ID widened her eyes it was her number from the phone that disappeared the night of the ice storm. Paige picked up and tentatively uttered, "Hello."
"How you livin, snow bunny," asked a deep, rich voice.
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