The Seduction of Veronica Ch. 08

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This story deals with interracial sex, Cuckolding, controlling, and impregnation. Please do not continue if any of these subjects offend you. This is a work of fiction, meant to be enjoyed. Please click back if this does not suit your style. I am not a William Shakespeare or Ernest Hemingway. It is just another black stud and white wife story. They are free, so don't expect a literary masterpiece. All negative anonymous comments will be deleted.

Veronica woke up the next day with a big smile on her face and a sore pussy. Veronica was recovering from the fucking she took the night before. She was waiting for a text or call from Karen.

Her best friend Karen has been trying to get her to be a model for "For Your Eyes Only" Boutique. Now after the "Gentleman's Night", and Veronica was fucked senseless Karen has her over a barrel. Veronica will be posing for posters and commercials.

Karen has been running an ad in the local newspaper at least once a week and she is always searching for a good-looking woman to model.

Veronica reluctantly agreed to try modeling. She was leery because Karen sometimes advertises panties and bras and Veronica didn't want to pose dressed like that.

Veronica arrived at the photographer's studio at 10:00 am and figured on settling in for a tedious morning.

Veronica was surprised when she got there to meet a highly regarded professional photographer. She had seen some of his work published in magazines and books. She was even more surprised when she saw that he is only about 25 years old.

Jévon greeted Veronica with a friendly smile and warm handshake. He is a good-looking man, but he has to be the blackest man she has ever seen. His skin is black and shiny like one of those horses in Black Beauty. And he has the muscles of a young stallion too.

He invited her in and had Veronica sit down so they could visit over a cup of coffee. Veronica was nervous about what she was expected to wear. He erased that concern right away.

He pointed to a rack against the wall that was full of dresses that he said Veronica would be modeling for the day's session. She brightened immediately when she saw all the dresses. What woman doesn't like trying on clothes?

Jévon finally got things started about 10:30. He gave Veronica a dress and had her go behind a screen and change. When she came out she was wearing a lovely evening gown. Since Karen had picked it out it was a perfect fit.

Veronica really looked good in that dress. The deep, dark blue, almost black dress really showed off her body. Jévon danced around her with his camera and shot picture after picture. He gave her quiet direction where and how to look, interspersed with praise for her great job.

After Veronica had posed in several dresses, the time was getting away as it was taking twenty to twenty-five minutes per dress. At that rate she was going to be there long into the night

About 4:00 pm Veronica came out in a gown that draped across her body. The material seemed to hug her without being tight. It just lay against every curve, molded to her body. After a couple of pictures Jévon said it didn't look right.

He asked Veronica what she thought and she took a look in the mirror. She knew what he meant. Her bra and panties were plain as day. You could clearly see the ridges of the bra and the elastic of her panties. The material was just too clinging to allow for anything to be worn underneath the dress.

Veronica got a few butterflies in her stomach when she said, "I shouldn't be wearing anything underneath that dress." She just stood there waiting, and then she asked Jévon what she should do.

Jévon looked at her for a minute then said, "Go behind the screen and remove your bra and panties and then put the dress back on and come back out here." He hadn't used that forceful a voice all day. It almost sounded like a command.

Veronica's face turned red, but she meekly turned around and went behind the screen. It seemed to take an awful long time, but she came out wearing the dress.

Jesus! She really looked hot in that dress. Without bra and panties she looked like she was in bed, under a sheet. The dressed caressed every curve, looking like a second skin. Her very hard nipples were plainly visible. The dress was even pressed against her pudenda making it obvious that she trims her pussy hair.

With each step she took the material was moving, sliding into each little crevice and rubbing across those ripe nipples. Her nipples had never been harder. They were sticking out at least an inch in front of her. For the first time that day Jévon start to sweat a little.

Jévon told Veronica to lie down on a prop couch. She lay on her side and looked into the camera. You could tell from the smoldering look in her eyes that she was getting a little bit turned on. At one point Jévon had her lay back slightly and when she did her cunt lips were visible as the material softly caressed them. You could even see a little moisture on the front of the dress where it lay against her slit.

You could feel the sexual tension and heat flowing in the room and difficult breathing. Then Jévon broke the spell by telling her it was time to change into another dress.

When she went behind the screen Jévon took a moment to adjust the bulge in his pants. Veronica had gotten to this young, professional photographer and caused him to get hard.

Just then Karen came in. She walked up to Jévon, put her arms around him, and proceeded to stick her tongue down his throat. After a nice long kiss she asked how the work was going. Jévon told her it was going well and there were only a few dresses left.

Karen provided Veronica and herself with a shot of Matabo. Karen tells Jévon it was time to take a break and fuck both girls. Jévon smiled and started stripping.

Veronica didn't wait on Karen; she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood in front of Jévon wearing nothing but five inch black high heels.

Veronica climbed on top of Jévon. She lowered her pussy down on his big black hard cock. She rode his for about ten minutes. They kissed and made out the enter time.

"I want you to fuck me hard. Make me yours." Veronica said.

Jévon smacked her ass and then tossed her over on the bed. She was on all fours and Jévon climbed behind her. He slammed his black dick deep inside her as she hit face down against the bed. Her knees were lifting off the bed with each hard pound.

Jévon smack the back of her ass again. "Your mine whore! Beg me to fuck you harder!" He told her.

"Oh myyyyy gooood, fuck me harder!" Veronica yelled.

He reached down and grabbed the back of Veronica's hair and pulled her head back up.

"Mmmmm, oh God. You're so fucking deep inside me! It feels so fucking good! Don't stop!" Veronica yelled

Jévon kept pounding away at her pussy from behind her.

"Ohhhhhhh fuuuckk...I'm cumming!" Veronica yelled. "Oh God, oh God!"

Jévon doesn't let up as he felt her thighs start to shake as she was having a total body orgasm.

"Jévon, cum inside me! I want it. Please." Veronica begged.

Veronica was breathing hard and her thighs were still twitching from her orgasm. Jévon released her hair and grabbed her hips with both hands. He pounded her hard and fast for a few moments as she felt so tight. His cock was on the verge and he gives it one last hard push and Jévon came deep inside her. He filled her pussy up as her thighs twitched and she came again. Veronica collapsed face down on the bed.

Karen called and had Greg to take Sam to the club "The Dark Cavern" She wanted Sam to have plenty to drink before she arrives with Veronica. Karen is taking yet another step to completely control Sam. She needs to make him understand she owns Veronica and once that is done Sam will follow.

The bar was pretty crowded, especially for a weeknight. About 9:00 pm the crowd started thinning out some. By 10:00 pm the place was almost empty.

Sam glanced in the mirror behind Greg just in time to see the door open and Karen walk in. He was surprised when his wife followed her through the door on Jévon's arm. Sam's eyes just about fell out of his head when he saw what she was wearing.

Veronica was wearing a sexy sheet/dress that looked like a second skin and she was wearing it without bra and panties. You could see her nipples from all the way across the club. Greg said "Wow", and he knew he was looking at her too.

Sam hid his face so they wouldn't see him while he tried to think what to do. He was so mixed up he could hardly think. Sam was pissed off that his wife was dressed like that in public on the arm of a black man. He knew his wife was fucking black men, but not going out into a public place and in a place like that club.

Sam couldn't figure out why she was there with Karen and her boyfriend instead of home. Even though Sam had been ready to leave he wanted to stay and watch Veronica.

They moved over to a table and ordered drinks. They hardly got settled when Jévon and Veronica got up and started dancing. Everyone in the place was watching them, meaning Veronica. As they moved around the floor, the dress flowing lovingly across her body was drawing everyone's attention.

The dance lasted for a good five minutes. When the music stopped Greg said, "Wow", again and he just then realized that neither of us had said anything during the whole dance. Jévon walked off the dance floor with his hand caressing Sam's wife's ass.

Sam looked around and saw there were only about twelve people left in the club. The air was feeling hot and heavy. He could feel lust radiating from the bodies around the room. Sam was starting to get scared. He thought he should get his wife out of there before something bad happened. But he didn't know how to do it without causing a scene.

Even Greg was no longer smiling. His eyes were shining as they devoured Veronica and he was licking his dry lips. Every man in the place was thinking the same thing, "I want her!"

Before Sam could figure out what to do Karen got up and kissed Jévon. She was happy with Jévon fondling Veronica and letting him know to continue feeling up Veronica. Sam relaxed a little then because he knew Karen wasn't going to let things get out of hand. Sam was beginning to gain a little respect for her and her ability to control the situation.

Then Karen stepped back from Jévon and took Veronica by the hand and pulled her up to Jévon, pressing them together. Sam felt like he had been kicked in the stomach when he saw his wife's tongue reach out and caress Jévon's lips. Jévon opened his mouth and everyone watched as they kissed, deeply, sucking on each other's tongue.

It was like slow motion in a movie. Sam watched Karen step behind Veronica and unfasten, then unzip Veronica's dress. Sam could hardly breathe. His chest felt like it was being squeezed in a vice as she slid the dress off Veronica's shoulders and down her arms. Karen's hands caressed his wife's breasts as she pushed the dress down exposing her white body.

The dress formed a puddle around Veronica's feet. Karen stepped away from them and leaned against a table.

Slowly, Jévon pulled away from Veronica. When he was free of her she reached out and unzipped the flight suit he was wearing. She pushed it off his shoulders and pulled the sleeves off his arms.

Veronica's white hands slid lovingly over the hard muscles rippling under that black shining skin. Her palms rubbed in circles over his nipples until they were hard and poking into her hands.

Veronica's hands danced to the rhythmic beat of the drum over Jévon's body, slowly moving lower and lower. Her fingers danced across his waist where the jumpsuit was gathered held up by his hips.

Then her fingers worked under the material and started pushing his jumpsuit down over his hips. First, the curls of his pubic hair were exposed, then the base of his cock.

Veronica knelt in front of Jévon and continued pulling his jumpsuit down his legs showing inch after inch of his massive cock. She kept lowering his jump suit until the entire length of his cock was exposed. She avoided looking at it as she lifted his right foot and pulled the jumpsuit off it. Then she did the same with his left foot. Only then did she gaze on the long black shaft in front of her. Her eyes took in the full length and width of Jévon's tool. Then she raised her eyes to meet his. Her soft hands reached out and gently cupped that massive cock.

Sam felt like someone kicked him in the balls when his white Goddess leaned forward and kissed the tip of her Black Gods' scepter. With that one kiss Sam knew she had devoted herself to him.

He didn't realize it, but a spot light had come on over them and the rest of the lights in the club had been dimmed. In stark relief the Black God and his white supplicant formed a tableau in the middle of the club.

He watched her tongue flick out like a snake's and lash at the love rod she was holding. Time after time her tongue darted out and struck his manly flesh.

Then her red lips trailed over his cock, planting small kisses. With each kiss the Black God's pole grew and straightened until it was pointing straight at his white wife.

He could see Veronica tighten her lips as she approached the head of her Black God's scepter. She pressed her mouth against the tip of his black cock and slowly her lips parted. Holding her lips together as tight as possible she impaled her mouth on his cock. Like a virgin pussy, her lips slowly spread and admitted Jévon black cock enter her mouth.

Sam watched in horror as she relentlessly pushed ahead, forcing more and more of that black monster down her throat. Finally her nose was pressed against his hair.

With hardly a pause she began withdrawing from him until his cock slipped from her lips. Once again she started forward. This time there was a little less resistance from her lips. His wife's worshipful decent on her Black God's scepter was slightly faster this time.

Sweat and tears were flowing from Veronica's face as she continued to assault her mouth. The beat of the drum increased in speed and loudness, just as she increased in speed in swallowing Jévon's pole.

On and on it went. Sam could see Jévon was sweating too, and his cock was glistening wetly with my wife's saliva. Then she had to stop. Her bruised throat could no longer pay homage to her God.

With just the head of his tool in her mouth, her hands began sliding up and down the length. Faster and faster her hands lovingly stroked him, until her hands were just a white blur over his black pole.

The rhythm of the drum was now a steady rumble. Jévon's head jerked back and his mouth flew open, letting out a roar as his cock erupted scalding hot sperm in Sam's wife's mouth. Her cheeks bulged as she was filled to overflowing. Her throat bobbed again and again swallowing her God's nectar. White foam formed around his cock where it was trapped in her lips.

Veronica's hands stopped their flurry. In the total silence that followed everyone could all hear Sam's wife's whimpering moans as she came.

The spotlight went out and all the lights were turned on. Karen got up and helped Jévon pick Veronica off the floor. They laid her across the table with her ass at one side and her head hanging over the other. What had looked like a beautiful scene of a white Goddess making love to a Black God was now turned into an obscene display of his wife's body.

Instead of pride at her beauty and ability Sam was starting to feel shame. Then he felt total humiliation as he realized his pants were wet with his own cum.

Sam cautiously looked around the room to see if anyone noticed and was startled to see all of the black men removing their clothes. He almost fainted as one of them stepped up to his wife and with Karen's help lifted her legs over his shoulders.

Karen turned and was looking directly at Sam as she took his black cock and guided it to his wife's pussy. Karen's grin widened as the black man pushed his cock deep into Veronica's pussy. He couldn't help moaning as he began a steady fucking in and out of her beautiful body.

Another stepped up to the table and Karen's eyes were gleaming at Sam as she guided his black cock between Veronica's red lips. Veronica made no move to stop either of the black men violating her, or even attempted to protest. She lay there and accepted their attack on her white body as their due.

Karen came and took Sam by the hand. She led him over to that obscene table and pushed him into a chair so that he was sitting just inches from his wife's defilement.

He could do nothing, but sit there and cry quietly as he watched, while one after another, every black man in the place used his lovely wife as their sperm dumpster. Not once did she complain. She didn't even cry out in protest when a pounding black cock filled her asshole.

Veronica's lips became swollen and her lipstick disappeared as black cock after black cock poured their cum down her throat.

Her cunt lips were puffy from being pounded relentlessly by one black cock after another. Fertile sperm was leaking continuously from her battered pussy.

Some of the men took delight in filling her with their juice, while others laughing defiled her white face and body by shooting their cum all over her.

Sam despaired of the attack ever ending as the men returned for a second, third, and even a fourth time. He didn't even realize they were finished with her until he felt a hand on his neck. He looked down to see that Veronica had been turned around and her stretched pussy was right in front of him. He looked into that terrible hole at the steaming mass of fertile black sperm.

Karen whisper into Sam's ear "Ok devoted husband, obey and clean your wife's pussy for her, show her you love her and do the right thing". The hand on his neck pushed him forward and he willingly made love to his wife's violated pussy. Sam drank the juices from her to fill his mouth and soothe his parched throat.

Sam was so humiliated to sit there with his pants soaked with his cum and his wife lying there nude, covered head to toe with these black men's seed.

Karen helped Veronica off the table and found her dress that had been taken. There was nothing for her to wear. Karen led her out to her car and was taking her home getting her ready the next day. Karen told Greg to take Sam back to their house and work his brain over to get him with the program.

Once Karen and Veronica arrived at the house, Karen filled the bathtub and gently washed Veronica's body, being especially tender to the areas where she had been bitten and bruised. Karen dried her and put her in bed. She held her and stroked her hair as kissed her softly. Karen was so proud of Veronica and told her she is just getting started in her new lifestyle. Karen promised Veronica that she will have Sam on board very soon.