Wendy And The Witch Doctor

by Stormbringer

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Mind Control, Hypnosis, Cheating, Slut Wife, Interracial, Black Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Pregnancy, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Size, .

Desc: Sex Story: Black man uses voodoo to turn neighbor's wife into his slut.

© copyright 2002 by Stormbringer

"There goes the neighborhood," said Wendy looking out the window.

Stan looked up from his dinner. His six foot tall, buxom blonde wife was framed in the sunlight staring out the window. She could have joined the Swedish bikini team she was so beautiful and stacked, everyday he was reminded of how lucky he was and today with the sunlight shining on her was no exception. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"It looks like the new neighbor's a black guy."

"Well you can cross twenty thousand dollars off the value of our house then." Stan got up and joined his wife at the window. "Man he's huge, he's probably just a moving man." The man bulged with muscles and had a shaved head. The black giant wasn't working though, three other black men were unloading boxes from a truck.

"You're probably right," she replied watching as the three workers finsihed, they bowed their heads towards the bald giant and left.

Stan was wrong, the new neighbor was the black man. Stan saw him outside the next day as Stan was flipping burgers on the grill. "Hello," he called.

"Hello," said the black man coming over to the fence.

"Stan Marsh," said Stan shaking hands with the biggest man he had ever seen, watching his own normal-sized hand get swallowed up by the black man's. He was also the darkest black man Stan had ever met.

"Mobutu Tanaka, Dr Tanaka."

"Where you from Dr Tanaka?" The man had a strong accent.

"I am from Kenya. I am Masai

"What brings you to the states?"

"I am taking a class at the university on new medical techniques to take home to my people.

"Just one class?"

"Yes, you would call it a refresher, then I will go home."

Stan couldn't help being impressed. This man had bought a house to live in for only three months. He came from money. "Would you like to come in for a burger?" Stan thought Mobutu

might be an interesting guy to talk too.

"Would you have Americn hot dog?

"Sure, I can throw some on the grill."

"I have not had American hot dog since college."

"Wendy, bring me out a couple dogs from the fridge," Stan yelled through an open window.

A moment later, Wendy opened the sliding glass door and walked out onto the porch with two hot dogs on a paper plate. Mobutu looked up at the statuesque blonde. "Perfect," he said.

"What?" asked Wendy. She wore an attractive business proffessional outfit, short skirt, heels, and jacket. The sunlight made her blue eyes sparkle.

"You are magnificent."

"Ah... thank you I guess," she said blushing.

Stan was frowning, but he quickly shrugged it off and took the hot dogs from his wife. The black man stared at Wendy until she became uncomfortable and returned inside.

"Your wife is tall for a white woman."

"Yes, she's six feet without the heels." Stan took the food off the grill. "Lets go inside, we have some fixins set up on the table and I will get us some drinks. Would you like a beer?"

"No, milk or water please."

"Ok... I think we have some milk."

"That will be satisfactory."

Wendy returned, walking downstairs having changed into jeans and a tee shirt. The jeans hugged her perfectly round ass as did the tee shirt, stretching tight around her large, full bosom. "Here you go Mobutu," said Stan handing him a glass.

"You will call me Dr Tanaka or your highness."

Both Stan and Wendy were taken aback by his unfriendliness. "You are royalty?" she asked.

"My brother is King, he rules over many Krals."

"And you are the tribe's doctor?" asked Stan.

"I am the tribe's Shaman, what you would call a witchdoctor."

"Aren't you a real doctor?"

"A Shaman is a real doctor, but I know what you say, I also have a PHD. What do you do Wendy?"

"I'm a lawyer."

"Wendy is modest, she graduated from Harvard last year and just found a job, Dr Tanaka." Stan would be damned before he called the arrogant man "your highness."

"Intelligence and beauty."

His gaze and comments were making her uncomfortable again, she tried to change the subject. "You are not what I expected an African to look like."

"What is your meaning?"

"You know skinny, malnourished.

"My family is raised to be superior to the common warrior." Mobutu finished his hot dogs and milk. "I would relieve myself."

"The bathroom is down the hall on the right."

Mobutu stood and walked to the bathroom. He took out his long cock and relieved himself. Wet swimsuits hung over the shower curtain. Stupid Americans, he thought leaving an item that would give him control of them lying around. The beefy black man grabbed a hold of the bikini panties. The entire bikini was small, and would show off Wendy's magnificent body. He looked inside the panties, then looked again. Finally, he saw it, a small curly hair. It was blonde and handn't stood out against the material. The man's was easier, Mobutu immediately found a pubic hair in his swimsuit and he folded both his prizes in a piece of tissue paper, shoving it in his pocket.

Mobutu returned to the living room and saw that Wendy had moved next to Stan and Stan had his arm around her possessively. "Are you in good health?" he asked, Stan started to respond, but the black man added, "just Wendy."

"Yeah, perfect health. I rarely get sick and excercise regularly. My family is long-lived."

"Are they real?" he asked pointing at her breasts.

Wendy's mouth fell open. She recovered and said, "none of your business."

"They are real and all mine," interupted Stan. "I think it's time you left."

"Wendy, you are truly a genetically superior female, you should be with a gentically superior male."

Stan was pissed. "And I suppose that's you?"


"And I suppose you also have a twelve inch penis and can screw for hours like all black men?"

"Actually it is thirteen of your English inches and most black men are like you, pathetic and small, but the royal family of Tanaka has been breeding males superior in size, brains, and the ability to produce semen for hundreds of years. I believe your wife would be the perfect receptical for my semen. She is tall, athletic, brilliant, and physically well endowed."

"Get out of my house Moby."

Dr Tanaka glowered at the insult, that would cost the scrawny white man. "I will give you ten thousand dollars for you wife. That is the only barter I will offer."

"I said get out."

"Very well then." Mobutu turned and strolled back to his house.

Wendy stretched out cat-like on the cot in her yard. It felt good to lay out in the sun. A drop of sweat ran down her scantily clad breast and ended in her belly button. She closed her eyes, opening them later when a shadow fell across her body. Dr Tanaka was looming over her and she jumped in surprise wandering if she should scream for help. "I have been watching you," he said.

It was a week after the black man had come over to their house and she hadn't seen him since, short of the limo that picked him up for school and brought him back each morning. He was practically naked, weaing only a cheetah print loincloth. His chest was spectacular, as ridged as any body-builder's. Mobutu's skin was as black as coal and glistened with perspiration in the sunlight. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked.

"A quarter hour. You are most beautiful." The bikini was designed for maximum tanning. It was small and tight, her breasts strained at the top. The African was getting an eye full. "Have you considered my offer?"

"I'll never cheat on my husband Dr." Wendy decided to try to reason with the big Masai. "I understand you aren't from here, but you can't just go around propositioning married women."

"Why? I take any woman of the tribe I desire. I have dozens of children amongst the krals. The husbands consider it an honor to raise a superior man's son as his own."

"That's what you don't understand. This isn't Kenya. Now you should leave, my husband will be home soon.

"So? He is a weakling. I give you one last chance." Mobutu untied the side of his loincloth and pulled it asside. It was designed to confine the man's huge genitalia and when freed, the penis fell out not stopping until it nearly reached his knee. "This is what will pleaure your pussy like your husband never can."

"My god," she cried staring at the plump black monster swaying like a giant black banana. She was surprised to see that the man was circumsized, the head was as large as a small apple as were his testicles and it was thicker soft now then her husband's when hard.

"You may suck it."

"Get off my property."

Mobutu looked surprised by her rejection. His penis had even plumped up and risen a little in anticipation of her servicing him. "Remember this cock," he said turning to leave, walking naked, then running to leap over the fence between their yards.

Wendy stood up. "If you ever come back on my property again I will call the police," she yelled.

What arrogance, she thought. Just because he had a huge cock... Wendy shivered, she hated that word. Just because he had a big penis, he felt he had the right to do anything. Wendy went inside, no longer comfortable outside in the skimpy bikini. She walked past a mirror and froze, her nipples were hard and prominent. She was ashamed that the situation had aroused her a little.

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