My name is Ali; no last name and a no nonsense view of life. What I crave; what I must have is white pussy. I don't desire white women that I can have at the drop of a hat or more appropriately the drop of my pants. My ten inch rock solid black cock will seduce any white bitch who comes near the monster. Its length and thickness (nearly that of most women's forearms) will by itself seduce most white wives; wives whose husbands have developed the twenty second standard rutting routine of white husbands. Those wives are desperately searching for a once in a lifetime journey; that I and other black males can give them. But those desperate wives are not my intended conquests. The ones that are allowed to have my black rod inserted into their wet and willing chambers of love are those that I am able to rip from their husbands. The ones that at first do not want to be unfaithful. The ones that are unfulfilled; unsatisfied; that have a deep craving for sexual ecstasy. That sexual fulfillment is not being met by their wimp ass husbands. The wives that I search for, have a burning desire just under the surface to be forcefully seduced by a man that can light their unlit desires; their unforeseen fantasies. It is at that point that I enter their lives and take what belongs to me... their tender white bodies. After I have seduced the pretty playthings I discard them. I only seek and enjoy the initial seduction. Once I have made the white bitches my play toys I quickly tire of them. During the period that I take their precious tight bodies I insure that their husbands feel my power. The power of taking their wives; and the power that I feel when I leave them at my feet soaked in my black cum. The second most important aspect in my domination is that the white boy husbands know that their wife is my plaything; to be used as I see fit. I often make the wife prostitute themselves for me; or make them fuck my black friends in front of their impotent husbands. Now that you have what I do let us continue the journey. Although I am only twenty six years old, I am one of the "rising stars" of the pro boxing circuit in Boston. Boston is the birthplace of many famous boxers; most with Irish surnames and white skin. Several weeks ago I was matched against one of the white "rising stars"; namely one Gerry McDonnell. He had thirteen straight victories until that cold winter night. He was the great white hope. The next Jack Dempsey. The arena seated nearly four thousand patrons; and was evenly divided between his Irish followers and my black brothers. Everyone had placed their wagers on the great white hope. As I entered the ring, the only thing that was of interest to me was the stunningly tall beautiful red haired beauty that had climbed into the ring to give her "man" a good luck kiss. The long red hair cascaded to her shoulders; her supple 34B breasts pressed against her white silk blouse; the hardened nipples making a very noticeable presence. I could tell that Mrs. Kelly McDonnell was excited by the charged atmosphere. Her long legs were encased in shimmering nylon hose under her white leather mini skirt. She covered the beautiful gams with knee high white leather boots with four inch spiked heels. As she looked around the ring I caught her looking at my hard black body. My wash board stomach reached to my heavily muscled pectorals and I gave the curious beauty a shy smile. Looking into her dark emerald eyes, I could sense the instant excitement. Our eyes were transfixed on each other for nearly a minute and then she broke the gaze and meekly looked to the ring mat. It was at this brief instant that I realized the Mrs. Kelly McDonnell would be my next acquisition. I could feel my long black cock twinge as I could see the beautiful young wife on her knees worshipping my black manhood. As the announcer screeched his introductions reality came shooting back. Before I could taste the sweet nectar of my latest target I would have to beat the confident husband; no, not beat the husband but totally dominate the smug fighter. I walked over to the fighter as the last of the announcements were being made and while the beautiful wife was kissing her husband one last time rubbed my gloved paw along her tight leather covered ass cheeks. The startled Kelly's quickly turned as her husband realized what had transpired. "After tonight the bitch is mine," I sneered. The poorly planned swing missed a mile as I danced back to my corner, screaming, "The bitch is mine. She's going to feel black cock in her tight pussy you club boxer," I mocked. Gerry McDonnell, normally a good fighter could not control his rage. I had mocked his manhood; slandered his beautiful wife. He lunged at me like a madman and fought like a club boxer. My sharp crisp strikes sliced his reddish white face with deadly accuracy. In only three short rounds his face was bruised, bloodied and his eyes were nearly swollen shut. Once when he desperately tied me up, I yelled in his face; "Your bitch is mine. I will sink my black cock in her tight pussy and make you watch," I mocked. The Irish fighter broke away and again flailed harmlessly trying to get at his tormentor. After each pitiful jab, I landed solid body blows against his damaged torso. The next three rounds I continually cracked his stomach and ribs with solid punches. At the end of round six, blood was dripping from his mouth. Gerry McDonnell, the great white hope was literally on the ropes; but I had not totally destroyed him as a man. During the next round I continually lured him to his corner where I mocked the seated and helpless wife. "Promise to suck my black dick and I won't hurt your husband any more little tramp." The seated beauty was squirming and totally distraught. Here was a black boxer pummeling her heretofore strong and powerful lover and enticing her with sexual entendres. As she desperately sought out someone to help her battered husband, the short tight leather mini skirt was pushed up her delightful legs. Her face was twisted in agony, as I pounded her husband who could barely defend himself. "Please, oh God, Stop this fight," she begged someone; anyone. Turning to the battered husband I continued my mocking, "Aren't you man enough to fight me man to man?" His courage was admirable as he motioned for his corner to not stop the fight. Courage alone was not enough to stop the fight as I landed another hard blow to his now crushed stomach. As her husband fell against the ropes I again walked in front of his beautiful wife and forced her to acknowledge the black man who had badly beaten her husband. "Wouldn't you like to feel my long black cock shove its way into your dripping pussy? Hell, after three inches I will be in virgin cherry territory." As the broken fighter pushed himself off the ropes and lunged towards my hard black body, it only took one more blow to his battered face to put him on the canvas. As the referee was yelling the numbers to acknowledge my victory I strolled over to the frightened white beauty, "I'm at the Fillmore, Room 1425. Meet me there tomorrow afternoon and I'll let you sample some black cock." As my invitation reverberated around ringside many of the blacks in the audience around the trembling wife took up my chants. As she scrambled to the ring to be with her husband who was being attended by doctors the crowd yelled repeatedly; "Fuck the white bitch. Make her suck your black cock." The great white hope was carried out on a stretcher to the locker rooms, which were merely down the hall from each other. As both he and I exited the ring another group was making their way to the ring for the next bout. I sat alone on the dressing table in my room, thinking of the beautiful red haired wife when suddenly the door burst open. Mrs. Kelly McDonnell had in haste twisted the handle to my room, while bringing her battered husband several wet towels to soothe his bruised and battered face. I had taken off my gloves but the white tape was stilled wrapped around my fingers. My hard ripped body was soaked with sweat and blood from Kelly's battered husband. Kelly stood totally still as the automatic door closer swung the heavy door shut. I could see her breathing rapidly and again our eyes met. Although she tried to contort her beautiful face to one of hatred the hard look faded. When her dark emerald eyes slowly fell from my eyes to my chest and then to my stomach, and finally to my crotch, I let my taped hands drop to my waist band and then very, very slowly pulled the tied string apart. As the pretty wife continued watching my every movement I pulled the string apart. The elastic band held the boxing shorts up until my thumbs were inserted into the waistband and nudged the satin cloth down. I watched the twenty three year old wife as her breathing became more and more labored. Her eyes never left the satin boxing shorts and I continued to let the constricting shorts drop. A smug smile crept across my face as I stared intently at the heaving breasts of the wife of my latest boxing victory. Her nipples were pressing against the white silk blouse and her tongue was toying with the red coated lips. "No, NO, I must go," she moaned, not to anyone in particular but more to herself. The boxing shorts finally made their final journey and I kicked them across the room. My semi hard black cock brought a gasp from the intently mesmerized young wife. Only then did her searching emerald eyes rise to meet my glare. "Bring me the towels," I confidently asked. Mrs. Kelly McDonnell started to shake her head but as she was shaking her head, the long booted legs were slowly moving towards where I was standing. As if in a trance, she slowly shuffled the few feet separating us, until she was directly in front of me, still transfixed to my now hardening black woman pleasure. As she stared at my long black weapon, her delicate hand reached out and grasped the sweat soaked organ. She became startled as she finally realized that her small hand could not encircle the life giving organ. Only then did she again look into my eyes and my eyes seemed to bore into her brain. Her right hand; then her left hand gripped my hard black cock and started stroking the hard tube. As she milked the organ her tongue absently coated her lips again and she started to tremble. I let my huge black hand brush her long red hair from her face and roughly pulled her head backwards so that her aroused eyes were staring directly into mine. My left hand rubbed the outside of her white silk blouse coating it with sweat and making the turgid nipples push against the wet covering. I could feel her grip tighten as I caressed her tight heaving breasts. Her breathing intensified and I could see the arousal in her eyes as she struggled to milk my black organ. As my black cock became rigid, I felt her rub it against her thrusting hips; masturbating herself against the solid black organ. A soft gasp escaped her throat and she tried to pull me against her tight body. Marshaling all the willpower I possessed I looked into her eyes and softly spoke, "You better go to your husband Mrs. McDonnell. I don't think I want to fuck you right now." It took several seconds for her to grasp what I had spoken. A pitiful, "No," escaped from her throat. Her arousal was well past the boiling point. Her trembling increased and she attempted to pull my black cock even closer to her tight leather covered pussy. Now, in complete control I rolled the hard nipples in my fingers as I again emphasized my domination. "I think the little tramp should go be by her husband. I may fuck you later; but I don't want your worthless ass now Tramp." As I pushed her away, I could see the burning arousal in her eyes and her aroused and quivering body. "Maybe I'll fuck you tomorrow. You be at my hotel room at 3:OO PM and dress like the whore you are. Now go to your husband and tell him how you are his loving wife." Shuddering she turned and started to the door. When she reached the door I gave her, her last command of the evening. "Before you leave I want you to give me your panties." As she turned back towards me I can see the fire in her eyes and the anger in her face. However, when she looked into my hard unforgiving face, she meekly reached down and slowly lifted her leather skirt trying to seduce me with her wantonness. As the tight skirt made its short journey up her succulent thighs I could feel my cock drip it's pre cum down my legs. She gracefully slid the black lace panties down her long legs revealing the clean shaven lips of her sex. Only a small wisp of red covering was visible at the top pointing the way to the treasures below. Sensuously she swayed towards me with the soaked woman covering in her outstretched hand. As she handed the fragrant lace to me she softly spoke, "I better get to my husband. What you passed up he will be eager to have." Angrily I grasped her chin in my hand pulling her against my hard body. "You don't fuck unless I tell you to fuck. Do you understand me you little whore?" Startled; confused; aroused; Mrs. Kelly McDonnell submissively answered her new black master, "I won't fuck my husband unless you give me permission." The smile returning to my face, I pushed her away. Just as she opened the door, the manager of her husband pushed open the door looking for his fighter's delinquent wife. As he stared at the nipple hardened wife pushing her way out of my dressing room his eyes quickly focused on my still hard black cock and disheartened he backed from my room. As the pre cum continued to drip from the tip of my hard black cock my sore muscles reminded me that the broken white fighter did in fact land some punches. I leaned against the dressing table and let my eyes fall shut. Tomorrow the previously arrogant white wife would begin her initiation into black cock worship. Yes, it was hard to push the desirable wife away but tomorrow would bring the final fruits. Her passion was be twice as burning tomorrow when she entered my hotel room I had always heard that red heads made the best anal partners. My mind focused on the tight ass cheeks covered in white leather that had hurriedly made their exit. Yes, my black cock would have a tight fit in the warm anal passage of Mrs. Kelly McDonnell. Her squealing would be music to my ears as the huge black trainer forced its way into the constricting sphincter muscle. I closed my eyes and let my mind float free.