Chapter 1

It could have been an array of ideas that made Warren determined to have his wife seduced. He was fed to the teeth with her 'holier than thou' attitude that made any attempt at even the slightest hint of sex into something so horrid that she wouldn't communicate with him at all and would find any excuse to start a row. Why he continued with such a marriage was a question that he asked himself many times, but he also knew that he was pretty hopeless with women; he lacked the necessary ingredients to be successful with them, especially in the field of intimacy. This didn't mean that he didn't have relationship with women, he did, but he paid for those and to them he was just another paying customer who wanted either a fuck or a suck, both they were experts at giving.

He knew his wife was an advocate for the 'welfare of the refugee' and as most of them were as black as coal and came from one of Africa's basket case nations, it was to these individuals that he targeted. He knew from passed comments that a black wouldn't knock a white woman back for he had heard that they considered it a 'badge of honour' to fuck a white woman, especially ones that were well endowed in the tit area and all the porno movies that depicted a black fucking a white woman they also had a forest of hair at their groins and large backsides and his wife matched all those requirements.

How to put the idea into practice wasn't that difficult for the local paper had an 'adults only' column that also dealt with introduction, it was to that column he put in his advert:

'Wanted an African, must be coal black to seduce a white woman'. He wanted to put 'fuck a white woman' but didn't think that would be acceptable. He then gave his contact number and waited. A wait that wasn't long in coming, no more than two days. The first contact was met at the local fast food restaurant on the corner of the highway. He was black, but secretly Warren wanted a man who was coal black. He also wanted to know how successful at the art of seduction the man was and also he wanted to know the size of his cock and for this operation he approached one of the 'paid' women he visited. She giggled at the suggestion to find out how huge the chosen black's cock was. However, it wasn't going to be an easy assignment for in reality he wasn't that impressed with the applicants and he was sure all they wanted was a 'open door into becoming a citizen' and to fuck a white woman was for them that open door. It wasn't the agenda that Warren wanted.

He was considering altering the advert when his mobile rang, it was another applicant. He gave a sigh. 'Maybe this one will be it' he muttered as he put down the phone after giving instruction as to where to meet. This man scored the first tick, it was totally black, also he had a confidence that none of the others had and on further questions he said that the quickest time he had fucked a woman was an hour after meeting her and that he didn't know her from a bar of soap, but his charm and whatever else he had in his armoury of seduction had swept the woman off her feet enough to have him between her legs driving a cock, that his 'paid woman' was to examine, much to her delight for she also enjoyed it, it was a cock that when aroused was a foot in length and nearly two inches in circumference it would have equally that of a horse. All his paid woman would say after the task was completed. "It was so fucking big, so fucking big, but fuck it was great. I have been fucked many times but never with a cock that size. I will be bandy for a month". As for the applicant he sported a grin of satisfaction, for him it was another notch another white cunt that was added to his score sheet.

To arrange a meeting wasn't that difficult because his wife was so involved as an advocate for the refugees and did attend their meeting all that had to be done was to get this man with his huge cock to the same meeting. Warren gave him a photo of his wife. "I don't have one of her nude", he said. "That is an area I'm totally locked out off". The black took the photo and smiled and then asked what time frame he had. "I don't suppose it matters", Warren replied. "What I want from you is to fuck her off the planet, turn the bitch into a modern Jezebel whose principal desire is 'cock' and even if she came across a donkey with a hard-on she would be under it shoving that hard-on to the full depths of her cunt and gasping 'come on donkey, get the message, fuck me'. The black took the photo. 'You must really hate your wife", he said as he put it in his pocket.

The ball was now fully in the black's court; he arrived at the gathering just before it started at a little after eight in the evening and immediately recognized his target. The photo didn't really give the woman any credit for she was certainly his desired type, nice tits, large and slightly sagging, not a bad bottom that was what was noticeable in the skirt she was wearing, what was between her legs well only time would reveal that. Using all his charm he approached her during a break in which eats and drinks were available.

His employer hadn't given him much information only to say that his wife was as 'cold as a toad' to any sexual activity and as that was the core of his assignment he had to put the heat under this toad so his full armoury of seduction was bought into play. He had always been successful with women, even his own race, however, it was white women that he desired and he had always been successful; he had always departed with a well-used cock, leaving the woman so fucked and so covered in cum that it would take more than one shower to remove the evidence of his activity. The interesting thing about those encounters the woman always wanted a repeat, which of course he obliged. He used them for all they were worth and then generally handed them over to his fellow countrymen as 'cock sucking, cunt and bum fucking whores' This woman was different, the assignment was the same to turn her into a fucking slut, but then to return her to her husband, readily primed for whatever he had in mind of a sexual nature.

He knew his target's name and so addressed her in a very formal way. "That was one of the most inspiring addresses I have heard Mrs. Cook" he said, accompanied with his most seductive smile. It wouldn't have been the first compliment she had received but not by a black man and one that was, as far as a woman was concerned, rather handsome. She fumbled her answer and he struck again using all his knowledge, praising her and the work she was doing so that she began to 'cooo' her responses and when he invited her for a coffee as the end of the gathering she willing accepted. He smiled and began to soften her up. He stroked her fingers; she didn't pull away, but did the opposite she returned this little bit of affection by squeezing his finger. "It is getting late", he said. "I will have to hurry to catch the train and if I miss that, it will be a taxi and they are so expensive". She immediately took the bait that he had deliberated played. She offered to drive him to his destination and after a sort of reluctance, saying it was a bit out of her way, he accepted which was his full intention.

It was just general chit-chat as she drove but he did on a couple of occasions have her giggling and when he stroke her thigh she fumbled a sort of gasp, but didn't interfere as he continued to stroke so by the time she pulled up outside his residents he noticed the dribble of saliva at the corner of her mouth for her dress was almost up to her groin and her very white thigh was very much on view.

"Would you like to come inside for a coffee", he asked. "I do have an up-market coffee making machine and I can assure you it does make a nice cup and besides it can be my way of thanking you for driving me home". The entire sentence was laced with the honey of his voice so by the time he finished she was already smiling her acceptance.

"I'm not a bad cook either", he said as he handed her a hot cup of coffee which she admitted 'ran rings around' what they had after the presentation. He offered her a biscuit which she immediately gave him praise for. "It is beautiful Omo", she said for he had already introduced himself. He sat beside her, silently lusting over her large breast that seemed to wobble with every mouthful. She wiped her mouth and didn't object as he gently pulled her closer, or did she object as his mouth found her and only gave a slight gasp as he cupped her tits, but when he slipped his hand up between her thighs, slipped under the elastic of her panties and drove his finger up that heavily haired cunt, she gave off a very auditable gasp and her backside lifted off the couch as though it received an electric burst.