Karzan lifted me off my knees and kissed me so deeply and with such power. I shuddered and my knees wobbled. He backed me up onto the small bed, where I gently slipped onto the edge of the mattress.

I lay across with my knees bent, my thighs wide open, shamelessly showing off my married, white, shaven pussy to this powerful black stranger,

Zan reached up, pulling a long leather leash from the rafters as he tethered my right ankle to the bed post, then tethered my other ankle to the other bed post so tightly, as if I was one of his beasts.

I could not move. I was so open as I squirmed on that mattress; my submissiveness flowed over my body as I whimpered my lust as my pussy oozed with my sex juices. The only sounds were my whimpers and the driving storm outside.

Karzan looked down at my spread-eagled body.

Lifting my hips towards that throbbing cock, I begged, “Fuck me, please!”

“Yes, your sinful, married body is mine to take. You cannot move until I, Karzan, have finished exploring your white body.” He bent and kissed my lips with aggression and ownership.

I begged again with an airy gasp, “Fuck me, Zan, fuck my sinful pussy!”

“Oh yes, I intend to fuck you, Samantha. But first, I want to taste your sweetness.”

He moved his head to my aching and now helplessly wide-open pussy. He sniffed deeply and moaned. “I have a very keen sense of smell. I could smell your sex juices all afternoon; the excitement you gave off for me bathed all my senses.”

I could only moan and sigh as he slowly kissed and licked down my neck. I was accepting complete servitude to his hot, loving kisses; each lick, each kiss of my skin was like a whip lashing across my body.

“I knew you were hot and wet, so wet for me, Samantha.” He licked and I moaned. “I knew you were lusting after my big black cock in the car and the restaurant.” He bit, I moaned. “I could almost taste your lust.”

His lips and tongue found my large fat nipples, sucking them, nibbling on them, biting me hard, making me gasp and cry out to the cold snowy night. Licking down over my flat hard tummy, he stopped at my belly button. He slowly licked around and around as if it were my anus. His tongue slid lower and I arched. His strong hands held my breasts and forced me back flat. He began to sort out my sex with his mouth, finding my clitoris hard, excited, slipping out from under its protective hood. It was seeking his tongue.

“Hmmm, Sammy,” he gasped, “your beautiful clitty is begging for my tongue’s attention; so big and hard!”

“Fuuuck yesss,” I hissed as his lips sucked on my pearl, flicking it with his tongue.

He was edging my orgasm, slowly building it! I was grinding into him, his big black hands still squeezing my breasts.

Just before my orgasm broke over my body, he sat up and whispered, “Not yet, my horny white bitch!”

My desperate fingers went to my clitty to make myself cum.

He grabbed my wrists and bellowed, “Stop that, woman!” He rose and took two more leather thongs and tethered my wrists to the other bed posts.

I tightly closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was his white bitch, and he owned me. “Yes, yes, tie me down, use me as your slut, whatever is your wish!”

I was spread-eagled over that bed, unable to move, totally at his mercy, utterly submissive. I was whimpering, begging for his cock, shocked at how fast I had fallen. “Please, Zan, please…Master.”

His smile was predatory. “You’re mine now, Samantha, and I can do whatever I wish with your body.”

He lifted my bottom and placed a pillow under my hips, lifting my pussy and anus high off the bed. He knelt between my widely spread thighs, his big black fingers slowly peeling my swollen, red, wet labia back. His nose went to the now oozing pussy juices that trickled down over my perineum. Karzan sniffed my cunt, then my anus.

“Yes, my baby girl, that’s the scent you were giving off to me all afternoon. I knew you wanted me!”

“Yes, yes, I wanted your big black cock.” He kissed just above my clit. “I wanted you to hold me down with your big, powerful black hands, and fuck my tiny, tight pussy. I wanted you to take my – Aahh!”

I cried out as his oral digit slipped between my big fat labia. I could hear him lapping at my desperation, drinking my juices, devouring my pussy as I oozed my juices out.

He lifted my hips high as his tongue dropped lower and circled my anus, making my sphincter flutter. His tongue slipped so deeply, fucking my tight little rose bud.

I had become a quivering wreck, my high-pitched voice begging him to let me cum to give me my release, my orgasm!

“Pleeeasse!” I whined in Spanish.

“You wish to orgasm, Mrs Lopez?”

“Yes, ohh yesss!”

“Then call me Master! Beg your master to give you the release you crave like a whore!”

“Ohhh, my Master, yes, make me cum, please! I beg you, please!” My body shook and I pulled hard against my restraints. Agonisingly slow, Karzan the shepherd licked around and inside my cunt so deeply, his lips lewdly sucking up my overflowing juices.

“You’re so wet for your black master.”

“Yes, yes, Master,” I barely grunted. I pushed my pussy up to his mouth. “Master! Lick me, please. I will do anything you wish

“Anything, Sammy?”

I was frantically thrusting, rubbing my dripping pussy up his big lips.

“Yes, yes, just dooo it!”

His laugh was guttural, almost maniacal. He had me, owned me, and we loved it. “Yes, my little white sex slave! I, Karzan, your master, will permit you to cum on my tongue.”

My master devoured my pussy. He flicked my clit, licked and probed my anus with his tongue and finger. He played me like an instrument, and he was a virtuoso. He slipped yet another finger in my tiny tight hole and I nearly blacked out.

I was tied down, thrusting my pussy up to his mouth, begging my black master.  My screams of "Yes, yes, my Master, yes!" were now louder than the howling wind.

Then it hit like the gales outside. “You’re – of fuuu- making me c-c-c--”

It crashed upon me, as his hands were spreading my pussy lips so very wide, my hips thrusting onto his stiff burning tongue!

I could not move those leather restraints binding me so tightly. My thighs squeezed his head tightly and I bucked like a bronco, the bed posts groaning from the power of my spasms. Grinding my pussy all over his face and mouth did not stop him from licking up my creamy flowing juices washing over his face and neck. My orgasm kept on exploding in waves over and over like a spring unwinding deep inside of me. My eyes shut so tightly, white flashes behind the lids.

As I gasped for air, my whole body twitched and quivered as my body slowly came down from that beautiful orgasm. My voice returned, guttural like a wounded animal.

I saw him rise from between my thighs. The look on his face was predatory, his face and neck awash with my cum juices.

“You cum so beautifully, Samantha. What an extraordinary woman you are.”

He surprised me by slowly releasing me from my bondage. I feared he was done with me. Despite the exhaustion of the biggest orgasm of my life, I wanted more.

“Karzan…beautiful Master, please… fuck my pussy. I want you so much to fuck me with that huge black cock.”

He smiled with controlled satisfaction and rolled me so he could lift the covers. We both crawled under and kissed and caressed each other. I was so excited, shivering with such pleasure, touching and playing with Zan’s wet throbbing black cock. It was even more magnificent now that I knew it would claim my wide-open cunt.

I whispered, “I only ask one thing, Zan.”

“What is that, you horny white slut?”

“I am not on the pill just now, I am early into my period. Please don’t come in me, Zan.”

He hesitated, and a flicker of disappointment played in his eyes. “I promise you I will do as you ask of me, my princess slut. My Spanish bitch.”

He climbed above me and I moaned. I felt him rub the head of his cock up and down my pussy lips; that huge wet mushroom opened me. Dear God, it felt even more huge! My gasp brought Zan to a halt.

“Are you ok, my tight little Spanish sex slave?”

“Oh God, yes, Master, fuck me!” I writhed below him, trying to suck him in deeper. “I want that huge black cock in my pussy. FUCK ME!”

Slowly, he pushed his cock deep inside my slippery tunnel. Never had I felt anything like it. It felt like he was splitting me apart as he held my wrists tightly and slowly plunged the full length of his cock. His big, round, fat balls settled against my anus. I had taken him all. He had taken my breath.

“You have taken all of my big black cock to the root. I am so very deep inside you. Mmm, my sweet Samantha.”

He began to grind and withdraw. Then he plunged back in and my legs shook.

“I feel you, Master, slipping your cock head around my cervix. Stretching me. Ohhh it’s beautiful, push it deeper!”

He did and I arched. Never had anything ever been this deep. “Master, right there…Nnnggh-hold it there, yesss!”

He growled in delighted pleasure as with each deep thrust he claimed more of my soul. I was completely his. The walls of the small cabin could collapse from the snow and I wanted him to keep fucking me. My muscles rippled up and down his cock. I was undone.

“Oh my beautiful slut, I have fucked many women in my life, but none compares to – Oof Yes! to you,”

His cock slipped almost out of my pussy, but his big fat mushroom head stayed lodged within. It was my body not wanting to let him go, ever. My hips rose, urgently begging for more. Karzan then moved his hips in a circular motion while pushing all of his throbbing eleven inches deeper still. I could hear myself begging him to fuck me harder, quicker, deeper.

My legs slipped around his back, my ankles drumming on his tight buttocks like spurs digging in to drive my big stallion back home.

I lifted my hips to meet his pounding. Our bodies' slapping was thunderous. He fucked me like he owned me, and he did. I could hear his cock slurping and sloshing as he drove like a man possessed.

He held his strong body almost stiff but for his hips. I reached up and pulled his face to mine, kissing him ferociously. I could taste my orgasmic juices and I moaned. I dropped my arms in surrender and he laughed, a big deep joyous expulsion. I abandoned my body to his lustful thrusts, my mind beyond pleasure, unaware of its quivering and shuddering.

The wind blew hard, the snow kept falling, and still he hammered at my body. My next orgasm started to race upwards. I could feel the spasms in my core fluttering, becoming stronger as wave after wave of ripples flowed over my body until I screamed.

“AHHH I am cummming! ¡Ohhh, DIOS MÍO!”

I felt my whole body shaken to the core by this gift of a cock, this magnum tool taking me to another realm.  Never had I cum so hard or so many times over and over. My mind lost count as repeated waves of climax crashed the shore of my consciousness. I was suddenly focused on a very wet feeling. I was squirting all over his huge cock and balls.

I pulled his big, powerful body onto me flat, my legs locking around his waist.

“Fuck me,” I hoarsely demanded. "Masterrr, fuck me!”

Karzan followed soon. “Slutty woman, I am cumming!” He remembered his promise and tried to pull out my pussy, but in my orgasmic trance, I held on to him.

I cried out to the universe, “Cum in me, Zan. Claim me. I am yoursss!”

Zan roared like a lion as the first jets of his thick white semen squirted deep inside my cunt. It triggered yet another massive orgasm for me as we both held on to each other. Yet he did not quit: on and on he thrust, squirting steaming jet after jet of thick, white semen into my womb. I lost count after six huge, violent pulses of his cock.

I felt his semen flooding my womb, filling my entire being. I was in a trance, wishing he could breed my womb and fully make me his. Several softer pulses signalled his descent as his big black cock started to soften. He took in a powerful breath and slowly withdrew from my utterly ravaged and dripping cunt.

We lay in silence, the covers strewn about, the wind still howling, the fire crackling. I stretched, feeling soreness in new places that felt right. My body needed to feel every ache. I went to get out of bed. Zan caught my arm in his big strong hand.

“Where are you going, my little white slut?”

“I need to clean myself,” I said quietly, a bit shy at the feminine need to feel refreshed after such a conflagration.

“Let your master clean your sweet white pussy. Sammy, sit over my mouth so I can taste our union of love.”

I shuddered at the unexpected act of devotion from my new master. I climbed over his head as his mouth opened. The first significant flow of his semen oozed from my thrashed hole.

I shivered with lust at the sight of it landing on his pink and brown tongue as his eyes rolled up into his head.

I looked to the ceiling and moaned. I held onto his head for fear of falling over in ecstasy. I was shocked I could take any more stimulation. I felt his tongue licking the first large blobs. My fat long cunt lips stung from their workout. I shivered, embracing the discomfort. I felt his tongue darting in and out like he was feeding on me, drinking from my cunt like it was a glass of fine wine. His thick white seed flowed like water from a faucet.

My mind was lost in a haze of sexual bliss; my lover’s slurps and gulps were obscenely taboo yet so extremely erotic. And to my surprise, I loved every perverse moment.

“Oh Master, I-!” Orgasmic release broke over my body yet again like an electric shock.

I screamed, “Oh, it hurts so good! Lick my cunt, eat my cunt, you beautiful, filthy black man, I am all yours!”

With a final hard press of my tummy, he threw me on the bed and kissed me full on the lips. My mouth opened as the gush of our sex juices filled my mouth. His tongue chased mine as my mind drifted off into a new world of sexual perversion.

A tight grip of my hair and a whisper in my ear brought me around.

“You need to clean your master’s big black cock and balls, white slave.”

I shuddered. “Yes, Master.” I kissed his lips. He rolled over so I could kiss down his sweat-covered body. I loved the salt and sexual filth that covered him. I came to his soft black cock sleeping like a coiled-up serpent, so thick, so long. My foaming cum juices caught the glow of the fire.

I kissed the tip of his soft cock, licking around the pee eye, tasting our love combined. Pulling back the foreskin, my lips opened and took him in. My tongue licked gently and slowly around his still-dripping fat black mushroom head.

I heard Zan moan, “Yes, Sammy, ohhh suck my balls clean. My hungry, white cum slut.”

I gently and lovingly sucked and licked on each of his big black heavy orbs, rolling each one around my mouth as he tapped his big black cock on my nose. His hand on my head pushed me lower.

“Lick my ass hole, Spanish bitch. Get in there deep.”

The name-calling spurred me on to a new level of depravity. I had played with my husband’s anus and he with mine, but never after sweaty cum-filled fucking. The smell was incredible and my worn womanhood spasmed.

I licked around his anus several times, pushing my tongue deep inside. He held my head and moved his legs wider to open under my invading tongue.

I stiffened and tongue fucked his anus as he had done to mine, slipping in and out and around, then pushing through his open sphincter into forbidden depths.

My new master was moaning with such delight and pleasure as I tongue fucked his ass hole so deeply. Zan pushed my head away. I gasped, wet and sweaty from my own saliva.

“I am hard again, fucking white whore. Suck my hard cock, horny bitch. You made me so hard!” He slapped his huge erect cock on my cheek to punctuate the order. “You do want this, don’t you slut?”

“Oh yes, Master, yes, I love it. I need it more than you can ever know.”

I lowered my head in a total haze of sexual lust. I was cock-drunk, kissing, sucking Karzan’s huge black cock between my lips. His glans throbbed at the back of my throat, my already stressed jaw aching from his size. He slowly lay back, pulling my hips over his head. My lips never let go of his cock. I felt my body lifted, twisted around like a feather. Not that I had any energy left to protest. Adrenaline only drove my mouth. I felt his tongue slip over my pussy and his rough lips enclose my clitoris.

I bucked and ground down. I was lost to him. I had no idea who my family was anymore. All that existed was this man’s cock!

His tongue swirled around my throbbing clit, making me moan deeply on his cock. The vibration travelled up the entire length as he pushed up, forcing more of his huge cock into my gagging throat.

“Yes, suck it all in your throat, Sammy. You were born to suck black cock.”

His tongue slipped deeper inside my pussy, drinking from my melting honey pot that oozed constantly over his tongue. Then his tongue found my virgin, tight anus.

I moaned once again as a big finger slipped inside my pussy and swirled. Then, covered in my juices, it slid around and around my bum hole. He pressed the tip into the centre. My sphincter opened so easily; his finger popped in with such ease as he went right to the knuckle. I screamed and dropped his magnificent hard as steel cock.

“MASTER! God!”

A second finger went in.

“I can’t- ugh – I can’t –“

Then a third finger. And I broke. It was the second-best sensation I had ever felt. The first was his monster black cock ravaging my tight cunt just an hour earlier.

I was now moving backwards and forwards on his three fingers, fucking my ass on to him. He continued to lick and sucked my pussy. I was nothing but animal lust now, worshipping his huge black cock. I was sucking hard then soft, lashing his knob, pushing my tongue into his pee eye, then down to the root once more.

I heard my Master, “Enough, bitch. You’re going to make me cum. I want to fuck your sweet cunt again.” He pulled his wonderful fingers out of my backdoor and I collapsed in orgasmic overload.

I rolled away from him, my legs spreading wide as I gasped. “I am yours to use as you see fit. Fuck me, Master, fuck me with that big beautiful black cock.”

He entered me with a growl.

I shouted, “Don’t you dare try to pull out again. I want it all. I want all you can give me, my lover!”

We made love together, two people in a storm, one outside the hut, the other inside that hut. My orgasms came and went as my whimpers and sobs echoed around the walls. My cries of “fuck me, fuck me” came as a new sense of purpose washed over my body. My nails clawed him, my ankles crossed around his back as I squeezed his cock deep in my cunt. I felt him increasing his speed as I gasped, “Fill me, baby, fill my belly with your seed! I need you so much!”

A bone crunching orgasm, bigger than I had ever had, with coloured lights bursting before my eyes like fireworks, shook my body beyond comprehension. Words vomited from my mouth, such filth, such words.

Kzaran whispered in my ear, “Whose cock owns you, Sammy? Your husband's white cock or your lover's big black cock?”

I sobbed, “I am yours, my love! You and only you own my cunt. God help me - my ass, and my mouth are yours.”

Zan exploded in my cunt, grunting, “I am breeding you, bitch. I am breeding you with my black semen!”

I don’t remember much more. I must have fainted.

I don’t remember Zan rolling away, his huge black cock slipping out of my cunt. I slept a sleep I had never known before, so restful, so deep.

***

I awoke covered in blankets so warm, the fire still crackling as wood burnt in the hearth. I could see a shaft of light coming from the top of the hut’s door. It was morning.

I shook my head and cried softly. Three more days till Christmas, I thought. I had to get home.

Then I felt him hard and long and throbbing tight against my bottom. My lover, my master who owned my body, was calling me again. Christmas was forgotten to this giant throbbing monster.

I moved slowly under the covers, gently smothering his colossal cock with kissing and licking. I tasted my residual dried cunt juices and his silky semen.

I could hear Karzan mutter in his sleep. The memory that hit us both was like a filthy sex dream featuring what he had done throughout the long storm-filled night.

I sucked him, pleasuring him as he slept, taking his massive cock into my throat, licking his tight, highly filled balls.

It was then I felt him stir, slowly waking from the erotic dream I hoped he was having.

“Mmm, Sammy…so filthy. I love you sucking my cock. Don’t stop, please, I am so close already.”

I gently slipped the whole length out of my throat and let my tongue slip over his cock head, sucking on the pee eye. “Give it to me, Zan, give me your cum.”

I felt him go tense; his fists gripped the sheet, and his hips rose high off the old mattress. He came, jet after jet of sperm filling my mouth so quickly it dripped from the corners of my mouth. I drank him down until his cock softened and slipped from my mouth. He pulled me up, kissing my open mouth, tasting his own cum. Licking up the over spill, he said, “That was a fantastic way to be woken up!”

Zan jumped out of bed, put yet another large log on the fire, then walked over to the door. He pried it open. I gasped. There must have been two metres of snow that fell in the night. His dark body contrasted so darkly against the pure white before us.

Zan threw on some clothes and took the buckets and all the big pans. He filled them with snow, putting them by the fire and on the stove to melt into water for us. The cool air filled the little hut, making me shiver.

Then my phone sang my husband’s ring tone. I leapt up, wrapped in one of the old blankets and answered.

“Sammy! Thank God. Are you ok, dear?”

“Yes, yes, I am okay! We have had two metres of snow, and it's not letting up.” My voice caught for a moment. “Looks like I am here for another day, maybe through the night.”

He hesitated and sighed. “I am just glad you are safe. Sit tight until you can drive home safely. If I can get out, I will come for you.”

I closed my eyes and smiled. “I will sit safe and sound, my dear husband.”

We chatted about safety, supplies and wood to burn. He was satisfied I would be alright.

“I am safe and in good hands here in the hut. Karzan is looking after me, dear.”

What, who is Karzan?"

"He is a man I picked up on the road in the middle of a blizzard, dear. I could not leave him to die at the side of the road. Anyway, he saved my life last night getting me to this little shepherd's hut."

"You are right my love, as always. But did you not sleep together last night?"

"Yes dear, we did."

“I missed you so much last night, Sammy, so did all our children. Take care, my love, come home safely to me soon, please Baby.”

The phone went off. I sat staring at the blank screen. I spoke softly to my new lover. “Karzan, I need to go home.”

“You cannot leave, Samantha. Look outside, you would not get anywhere.”

I stood next to Zan, wrapped in the blanket, and looked through the window at the pure white scene. My car was completely buried in a huge drift.

Zan quickly dressed in long trousers, his oversized shirt, jumper and long black coat and dug his way to the outhouse.

He returned and shook off what snow he could. “We can use the toilet if you need to.”

I was now fully dressed myself and nodded. I trudged to the toilet. I sat on the cold surface, trying to hear traffic on the road. But there was none; it was as silent as the grave. I returned to the hut, shivering with the bitter cold.

Returning to Karzan, I sighed. “Let’s hope we get some sun this morning and it melts quickly."

"But then, Sammy, we have to be careful of the floods.”

He smiled with total propriety. He had a different plan.

“No, Sammy, you are here with me for another day." He kissed my neck. “And a night, my sweet Spanish love slave. But first we both need to wash our bodies clean before breakfast."