Author's note: It's been almost a year now so I'm sorry for taking so long to get back to this one. After the first two chapters came out, many people sent feedback seeking some sort of closure and providing suggestions on how it should end. Of course, the ending was known before the first two chapters were written, but being lazy, I never got back to it. However, with an occasional feedback still coming in, here is what should be the conclusion of "Big Bill & Little Sue".
For those that don't remember or have never read the first two chapters, Sue was forced by her husband, Tom, to sexually service his Black boss, Bill, in order to further his own ambitions in the music entertainment industry. This final chapter picks up a few months later, where at first nothing has changed. Bill shows up at Sue's home unannounced whenever he feels like it. However, one day, he mistakenly sets into motion a chain of events that will change the lives of both men forever. Hope you enjoy it!
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Sue's short 5-2 body laid quietly on the floor waiting for the inevitable. The 6-7 black giant towered over her. Bill slowly stroked his long, black cock as he looked down at her. Suddenly his voice boomed loudly sending a cold chill through her. "Play with yourself, you little white slut," he commanded. It had become almost a ritual over past few months, but still his piercing voice still caused her to shudder. Although he had never harmed her physically, she remained fearful of the large man and had become more docile as time had marched on. He had a threatening manner and the things he said to her were just as harsh as those he did and the prospect of harm was one she believed could become a reality. She quickly moved her hand between her thighs and began rubbing her clit.
"Get up on your knees and keep playing with your white cunt!" he shouted at her.
She jumped quickly at the sound of his voice from her prone position to her knees. Her fingers never left her clit as she continued moving her fingers across it. He squatted in front of her finally lowering his body down until the back of his massive thighs rested on his calves. On her knees, his giant black cock stuck out toward her face. Leaning forward trying to balance herself on her knees and one hand, the other one still working hard just above the opening of her pussy, she felt like an off balance tripod. She felt his huge hands grab at her long, golden blonde hair jerking her face forward. Her mouth opened slightly taking the large, purplish head of his dick in her mouth. His hands pushed and pulled her head up and down the top of the shaft. She could get his cock further into her mouth than that first time he had come to her home unannounced, but not much. Her mouth moved up and down the half of his shaft she could take as fast or as slow as he moved her head.
"You're quite the little cocksucker, aren't you?" The tone of his voice always distressed her. "You love sucking this big black cock of mine, don't you, bitch!"
She wanted to scream out, to let him know how much she hated him and what he was doing, but the feeling of hopelessness made the thought of any protests impossible. Bill didn't care and after all of these months, she knew her husband, Tom, wasn't about to jeopardize his new job by coming to her rescue. It was her husband that had given her over to him to service his black boss to advance his career in the music entertainment business. To both of them, she now was nothing more than a piece of meat to be used by Bill whenever the whim struck him. It was like being on call 24 hours a day and with no job she saw no way out even though she plotted so many times in her mind a way to get back at both of them. Instead, she felt isolated and trapped. Not knowing when Bill would show up but knowing she would have to be available when he did, she had become a prisoner in her own home.
All she could do in response to the vulgar question was let out a whimpering, "Mmmm," like she enjoyed his crude treatment of her. It always seemed to appease him.
Sue continued working her swollen clit. She was approaching orgasm. She hated Bill and what he was doing, but the friction of her finger against the little white nub still excited her physically. Sexually, nothing else did, but she did what she had to do to survive the ordeal. Sensing she was about to come, he pulled her long blonde hair forcing her head up and off his cock. It was a time for pleasure, but not for her.
Bill stood up. Again he towered over her. Her finger stopped and she shuddered. She knew what was next, or believed she did. He was either going to fuck her small white pussy or come on her face. She stared up at him, a vacant look in her eyes. She could see a scowl on his face. It pissed him off. His hand reached down and grabbed the sides of her face, squeezing in on each cheek until her scrunched up lips popped out. His fingers released their pressure. She smiled up at him now. He wanted a lusty cockslut to take care of him, not a zombie-like woman. The indignant look on his face disappeared and he smiled back at her. She found it ironic though. To him, she was nothing more than tits and a pussy with an ass and mouth on the one hand, but he wanted passion from her body parts that couldn't respond with emotion. For months now, her only emotions, except the fear she felt when he was around, were anger and bitterness that had turned to hatred for the two men.
"That's a good little cocksucker!" he laughed, patting her on the head.
He was standing right in front of her. She lifted up body straight up remaining on her knees. He hunched his body forward positioning himself so his cock was closer to her face and moved one hand under her chin, he took the base of his cock in the other and pointed the head toward her upturned face.
"Jack me off, whore!" his voice boomed out.
Sue's hand moved to the thick black shaft. She was disgusted but managed an animated look of excitement for him and moved her hand eagerly to jerk his cock up and down. Her finger started moving again between her legs rubbing her swollen clit. Her hand was too small to wrap all the around his thick shaft, but with her thumb underneath the shaft and her fingers above it, her hand glided the length of his cock until she could feel it start to pulsate between her gripping fingers. His hands grabbed the sides of her head. She tightened her grip on the throbbing cock and kept it pointed toward her upturned face. Her eyes instinctively closed as her hand moved faster over his cock and the other faster against her clit.
His cock jerked in her hand, almost out of it at first. She felt the first hot splash of his cum hit the side of her cheek. Her head, in a reflexive action, started to turn away, but he held her head tightly in place. She felt the second spurt of his cum hit the upper part of her face and skim across her forehead into her hair. He was coming on her face again and she felt repulsed by it. His hot slime covered her face as he shot again. It was the ultimate degradation for her. She could withstand a lot, but always felt like the slut he said she was when he did this to her. Soon, she knew, he would fuck her.
As degrading as the cum covering her face was, the maddening pace of her finger brought her to an orgasm. It ripped through her body as his hot cum dripped from her face to her ample tits. She couldn't help herself as she groaned feeling the ecstasy of her orgasm course wildly without control through her body. She fell back on the floor, the muscles in her body tensing as she came. For her, it was almost the final, ultimate humiliation.
Bill looked down at her. There was scornful laugh coming from him now. He had a feeling of power. To him, she was a little slut that came from the dripping cum covering her face and being forced to finger herself for his pleasure; another white bitch getting not only what she deserved, but secretly wanted. Still, coming to her home several times a month was starting to bore him. Even getting a good blowjob from what he perceived was now his little white slut was losing some appeal to him. Either he needed to get rid of her husband and find another man willing to turn his wife into a whore for him or try something different.
Sue was still lying on the floor with Bill looking down at her. Her orgasm was subsiding. Her cum-soaked face and hair excited him always causing a stir in his loins. Yes, he knew she was a slut and she was his personal slut. Sue knew what he was thinking but powerless to stop him from he was doing physically, or from what he thought about her. Her breathing slowed and her large, heaving breasts slowed with it as she opened her eyes again. Her eyes pleaded with him to leave the house, to leave her alone. Bill misread the blank look on her face and seeking eyes just as he had done so many times in the past. Both registered a loathing feeling by her and to him, an animal-like lust. He really did believe she liked all of this and any attempts by her to show displeasure were just that, for show.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you, bitch!" he yelled loud enough she wondered if the neighbors could hear. "Well, fuck you...get your little white ass into the bathroom and clean yourself up, and especially that little shithole, you cocksucking slut!"
Sue cringed at the thought of the words and what was coming next. She could remember vividly each time his giant black cock pierced her ass and how she felt like it was splitting her in two. Still, she could never be sure. He played so many mind games with her saying one thing and doing another, except for certain things, she could never be sure what was coming next.
She started to get up slowly but he yelled again, ordering her to crawl to the bathroom. The cheeks of her face turned crimson, but she did as she was told. She could feel his coal-black eyes burning into her wiggling ass as she made her way out of the living on her hands and knees and into the bathroom.
Sue walked back out into the living room. Still naked, her slightly more than 100 pound body moved next to the tall man. "Now what? she asked.
"You know exactly," he laughed at her again. "C'mon, say it, say it for big Bill!"
She knew this part of the routine. It almost never varied, but he got some kind of a thrill out of each time she said the words. "I'll do anything you want," she said. "I'm be your white, cocksucking whore, your little fuck slut," she kept talking, "anytime you want to fuck me or you let me suck your cock and shoot your cum on my face or down my throat." she lied, but with as much of a seductive look as she could muster up. "I love your cock, Bill. I worship your big black cock...I wish it could be in my mouth, pussy and ass at the same time, all the time."
He could see her shudder as she stammered out the words he wanted to hear. "Tell me, Bill, what do you want. Tell me what you want me to do," she said sounding like she was pleading and, expecting the worst, she was surprised by his response.
"I want you to get dressed up and come to my office tomorrow, sometime early in the afternoon," he said with a sense of satisfaction in his voice at her complete submission to him.
She had a look of resignation on her face. She knew she would see her husband there. "Fine, Bill, I'll be there."
Bill left only to return to the front door. With his key, he opened it and handed her a package. "This is for tomorrow," he told her turning again to leave.
Once she knew he had pulled out of her driveway, she took a long shower to cleanse herself before putting on a robe, getting a drink and sitting down on the couch. Opening the package, she saw clothing inside and what appeared to be a necklace. Holding it up to examine it, she felt a feeling horror and then anger. Jumping up and running to her phone, she frantically dialed Bill's cell phone.
"What the fuck!" she screamed in the phone. "Is this some kind of a fucking joke!"
She could hear him laughing. "No joke my little white piece of shit! And don't yelling at me like that. In fact, when you come down to the office tomorrow, take the bus. Now get off the fucking phone!" She could hear the anger in his voice.
This was a time she wished she could talk to her husband, but knew it would be pointless. He had essentially sold his wife to the man and turned a blind eye to what was going on. Still, she thought to herself, tomorrow would have to be the last time. Her life was spinning out of control and she knew she needed to regain what she had lost. She wasn't sure what to do or how to do whatever she came up with, but the next day she would have to put some kind of plan into action.
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The next day came all to soon for Sue. She showered late in the morning and picked up the package. She dressed in the clothes he had picked out for her. Looking in the mirror, she liked the sexy look her reflection cast back. A black, short and tight skirt, thin, red, frilly blouse and matching pumps made up her ensemble. Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders. Her sky blue eyes looked warm and sexually inviting. She applied red lipstick and painted her fingernails the same color. It was the pumps she wore though that she really noticed first.
Despite her short stature, the high heels made her legs look long and shapely. With her back to the mirror, she turned her head and looked down at them. She loved them. Turning to the face the mirror again, her large breasts pushed against the thin material of the blouse. Even though she was 36 years old, they still lifted and pushed out in a flattering way. Her narrow waist was accentuated by the thin metal belt cinched tightly at the top of the skirt where the blouse was tucked tightly under it.
She knew she looked gorgeous and men would desire her, but there was one more item. Not a bra or panties, those items had no doubt been deliberately left out of the package. It was the necklace, really a collar. Small, bright metal studs on the left side spelled out "BLACK COCK" and the on the right, "WHITE SLUT". In the center, in smaller letters, she saw another word small studs spelled out and words, "LOVES". The lettering was small, maybe not even noticeable unless someone looked closely, but to her, they stood out more than anything else. The words may has well have been plastered on billboard announcing her plight to the world. She knew she could put it in her purse, maybe put it on when she arrived at the office building, but wondered what Bill's reaction would be if he discovered she had done that. Besides, her husband had done this to her and people there knew she was his wife, but she was sure the other employees knew nothing of what he had done to her to move ahead of them at the agency.
Fine, she thought to herself, let them see the white cuntslut come in and let her husband explain it when she went into Bill's office. She hadn't been to the office for months. Everyone there would know he had traded his wife for the job promotion and if she didn't know anything else, she knew she would be embarrassed but he would be humiliated. For the first in months, thinking about her husband brought a smile to her face. Maybe this would be the beginning of the end for him.
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The bus ride over made her nervous. She saw men staring at her. Probably at her tits and legs, or so she wanted to believe, but her thoughts always turned to the collar she wore. Surely they couldn't see the words from a distance, but she still felt it was the focus of their attention. At one stop, a young black man got on the bus and stood next to her. Out of the corner of her eye she knew he was looking at her. Maybe it was her imagination or maybe he was just being friendly, but when she turned her head slightly and seeing a broad grin on his face, she snapped her head back quickly and looked forward. Finally the bus got to the downtown office she used to frequent. Making her way inside she took the elevator to the fourth floor and entered the lobby area of the large office complex, she was met immediately by Amy, the receptionist.
"Gosh, Sue, it's been so long," Amy said, seemingly excited to see her. "You want me get your husband, I think he's in his office."
Sue knew when she saw Bill she would be terrified not knowing what he would make her do. She still didn't have a real plan, but something came over her and she couldn't believe the words as she spoke them.
"No, Amy," she said, "I'm here to see Bill actually." She actually giggled as she continued, "Didn't you notice my little necklace; here, take a close look at it!"
Amy mouthed the words as she read them and gasped when she understood their meaning. She buzzed the boss to let him know Sue was there to see him. Although on the phone, Sue could hear Bill's deep, loud voice telling Amy to have her wait and buzz her husband out front. Another call and a short time later Tom ambled down the hall, stopping almost dead in his tracks when he saw his wife dressed in the slutty little outfit. Sue walked over to him and stared at him. Her piercing eyes glowered at her husband.
"So, Tom, surprised to see me?" she asked him, almost nonchalantly. "By the way, do you like the necklace Bill got me?" she asked him loud enough for most of those around to hear. "Says 'WHITE SLUT LOVES BLACK COCK' right on it," she said in a high pitched voice, squealing at his discomfort. "It's kinda pretty don't you think, Tom?"
"Sue, quiet down, everybody can hear you," he whispered.
"But Tom, Bill likes my while little cunt and you wanted me to his little white cockslut, remember!" Sue was laughing as she continued to speak loudly.
Before Tom could say another word, the door to Bill's office and he stepped out. "Sue, Tom, both of you come to my office. I want to talk to both of you."
It wasn't what Sue expected, but she felt safe and confident all of a sudden. Her hips swayed like a hooker on the prowl looking to find her next john as she walked toward the big, black man with her husband following sheepishly behind her, his head down avoiding the stares of the other workers that had gathered in the large reception area. They entered the office and Bill called out to Amy not to put any calls through as he closed the door and followed them in.
Inside the huge office, Bill looked at Tom. "You know, Tom, I gotta tell you thanks for letting me use your wife the way you have." Tom stood quietly. "I mean it, Tom," Bill continued. "I was getting tired of running to your home so often to have her suck my black cock or let me fuck that tight little ass, but I got to thinking, maybe she could be my personal secretary. Second income wouldn't hurt you any, would it?"
"Bill, I don't know that it would be a good idea..."
"No, Tom, you don't know," Bill interrupted him. "That's your problem, you don't know nothing. You got this good-looking woman here and what, when's the last time you fucked your wife, Tom?" Bill howled with laughter as he looked at Tom cowering in front of the man that held his future in his hands.
"Bill, we had a deal, she shouldn't be here, not like this," Tom replied, a hint of exasperation in his voice.
"Listen Tom, first, that's not your decision and second, we have a lot of black entertainers that come in and out here. Your wife here loves black cock and she'd be great asset for us," he said, his voice sounding threatening to Tom now.
"Yeah, but..."
"No, watch, just watch you little wifey!" Bill retorted as he unfastened his belt and looked over at Sue.
She immediately dropped to her knees helping him with his belt and unzipped his pants for him. Pulling them open, she looked up at her husband as she fished the big black cock out of Bill's pants. Looking at the hardening cock, she glanced back toward her husband and licked her lips before turning her attention back to the cock pointed directly at her face. She still didn't want to do it, but knew she would have to regardless, so she would at least act, in front of her husband, like she enjoyed it.
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