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Author Topic: by Waldo Ataboy * My Afro-American Neighbor  (Read 14015 times)
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« on: December 07, 2007, 12:35:48 AM »

My Afro-American Neighbor (FF, MF, MM, voy, intr, reluc, oral, bd, d/s)

by Waldo Ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)

This story is fictional. It has no relationship to

anyone I know, I ever met or anyone I may hope to meet.

It came out of my own sick mind. It's pornographic and

should not be read by anyone who doesn't like this kind

of stuff. Also it should not be read if you are 18

years of age or under. It's probably not good for you

and you are not permitted to read this story.

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Waldo Ataboy 5/17/2000

Afro-American Neighbor

This story is about Albert and Gloria my new colored

neighbors. But let's start at the beginning.

My name is Wilbert and I'm married to Helen. I'm an

architect, 28 years old and my wife is an attorney

three years younger than me. We've been married about

four years. We haven't had children yet because she

wanted to practice law before having kids.

Albert and Gloria were not my original neighbors.

My original neighbors were Dave and Jean. Dave was my

best friend, we grew up together, we got married about

the same time and we decided to build houses together.

We found some cheap lots in an old subdivision that no

one wanted because they were only 40 feet wide. We

bought one from its owner and the adjoining lot at a

tax sale. Being an architect I figured that the best

way to make maximum use of the lots was to build a

duplex with a common wall between the houses with

attached carports on each side. And since Dave was my

best friend there would be no problems with us being


Since the lots were fairly deep and we were both

swimmers, we decided to also install a swimming pool in

the back, but the pool had to be on both lots for the

size of pool we wanted. Our wives thought we were

crazy since we could never sell either unit separately.

We agreed that neither would sell alone, and shook

hands on it. It worked out great since we had our

family rooms in the back with sliding glass doors. We

spent many a weekend and night in the back with a

barbeque, swimming and relaxing. That is until my best

friend all of a sudden moved.

The company he worked for offered him a top management

job in a different state where the former senior

manager whose job he would take was killed in an auto

accident. My friend had to take his new position

without delay or they would offer the job to another.

As far as his ownership of his unit of the duplex, the

company would buy it and sell it latter in order to

encourage him to make an immediate move.

He broke his understanding with me and I was pissed but

my wife told him she understood and tried to make the

parting as pleasant as possible. I was more pissed

when Albert and Gloria moved in. They were colored.

Now I'm not really a racist. I have donated to the

Negro college fund and there are two colored

secretaries working in the architectural firm where I

work. But I don't need them as neighbors and

especially in the other half of my duplex. No way can

I get a decent price if I tried to sell now, I told my


Dave's company gave Albert a one-year lease since he

now filled the job left vacant by Dave. Gloria, his

wife, was a nurse. I would have nothing to do with

them. My wife welcomed them when they first arrived

and offered them any help they would need. I wouldn't

talk to them; I was pissed.

Naturally, after they moved in, they took a swim in my

pool. I would have gone over there and punched him out

except he was over six feet tall and built like a brick

shithouse. Even though colored he was a good-looking

guy and his wife had everything in the right places

too. My wife got into her swimsuit and joined them.

After taking a couple of laps they all went into their

unit and I didn't see my wife for more then an hour.

"What were you doing there so long?" I asked when she

came back.

"We were just socializing. They are really very nice,

you should go over there and meet them," was her


"No way, I'm not having anything to do with them. They

don't belong here. Why don't they live with their own

kind?" My wife just shrugged.


The next day after work she went over there again and

stayed at least two hours this time.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked my wife but she

gave me the same dumb answer. The next day she was

there at least three hours, and when she got back

instead of explaining herself she said, "let's go to


In bed she was hornier then ever. She got on top and

fucked the hell out of me; she then turned over and

fell asleep without a word. I was suspicious. You

didn't have to have a load of bricks to fall on you to

know something fishy was going on over there but I got

nothing from my wife.

The next night she went swimming with them then went

into their house, after a half an hour I could take it

no longer and I decided I was going to have it out with

him even though he was bigger then me. I went over and

looked through their glass sliding door but no one was

in the family room.

The door being unlocked I went in and heard noises from

their bedroom. Peeking in, I couldn't believe my eyes;

he was standing in the corner with a big grin on his

face, a drink in his hand and watching what was going

on in the bed. There was the shocker; his wife was

sitting on the edge of the bed with my wife naked

draped over her lap being spanked.

I would have gone in there and stopped the whole thing

except I developed an instant hard on and instead

slipped in the closet by the door to watch. In the

midst of her walloping my wife, Gloria said to her

husband, "This slut's leaking like a sieve, she really

wants it, stick it to the bitch."

I could see the whole thing from the slit in the door

of the closet, and instead of my hard on going down, it

got bigger. I watched in amazement as he went over,

put his glass down on the night table beside the bed,

pulled his pants down, and out popped his cock. It was

truly prepared it for action. Now you heard the rumor

that black's cocks are bigger, well it's true, he had a

monster. He put a rubber on it, rubbed it with

Vaseline from a jar on the night table and proceeded to

press it against my wife's asshole.

"Open your backdoor, bitch, I got a present for you,"

and with that he shoved it in her ass, while he and his

wife laughed.

As he was pumping away in my wife's ass on his wife's

lap she was bucking and groaning, taking the whole

thing with cries of, "Yes, yes, yes." I couldn't take

it any longer and yanked on my cock so that I shot off

all over an orange dress hanging there. I wiped my

cock dry on the dress, and slipped out of the closet

unnoticed, out of the family room and to my own unit to

await my wife. I figured we were going to get that son

of a bitch by filing a complaint with the police for

sodomy and rape.

An hour later my wife arrives. I demanded of her,

"What's the hell is going on over there?"

She responded with a grin, "Oh nothing, we were only

socializing. I'm pooped, let's go to bed."

I didn't say anything, I don't know why, but I didn't.

In bed she was hornier then ever, got on top of me just

like before and proceeded to fuck my brains out. I

managed to hold my hard on longer than usual since I

had come earlier-which made my wife happy. When she

final came, she rolled over and went to sleep.


My wife went to work the next day without giving me an

opportunity to confront her about what was bothered me,

and even when she got home that night she put me off on

the matter. She insisted she was working on a brief

and assured me we would talk about it over the weekend.

On Saturday I was informed that a barbeque was planned

and I was told that I could have it out with him if I

wanted to then.

It was a scorcher and the two girls were out having a

swim. Albert was at the grill bare-chested and in

shorts cooking up a storm grilling hotdogs and

hamburgers with fresh ears of corn wrapped in aluminum

foil sizzling away. The food made me hungry

notwithstanding my anger over what he'd been doing to

my wife. OK I could satisfy my hunger and then let him

have it.

He, on the other hand was very amiable and made small

talk with me as if we were long lost friends. We all

had our fill of food and drink and the girls decided to

sunbath in the nude.

That was too much, I was shocked and also my pecker

reacted when I saw Gloria's bare ass as she lay on her

stomach with her hand underneath my wife with her

finger wandering in and out of her pussy.

My wife shuddered and groaned. Albert put his arm

around my shoulder pulled me to him and whispered to

me, "Your wife is sure a hot babe, you lucky dog."

My pecker was trying to break out of my pants. The

bastard gave me a kiss on the cheek and started to lick

my ear.

"Don't," I shouted, "I'm no faggot." But my prick

spoke otherwise.

Gloria, on seeing what had happened, jumped up and

yelled at me, "Oh no you don't, you can't make out with

my husband without first being punished after what you

did to my favorite dress." She then grabbed me as her

husband cuffed my hands behind me with handcuffs he'd

produced from where I do not know.

Surprised and not able to resist she sat down on the

nearby bench, and pulled me over her lap; pulled down

my shorts and proceeded to spank my bare ass hard. It

hurt but worse I was humiliated and aroused with my

pecker extended between her legs.

Turning to her husband she said to him, "You can have

him now. Stick it to him." Being totally under her

control, my ass smarting from her spanking, my prick

hard between her legs, my ass cheeks being spread apart

by her. I could feel Vaseline being spread on my ass

hole. Where's he get that?

"Relax white boy, it'll hurt at first but you'll like

my black cock as much as your wife does," and he

pressed his monster cock fully clothed with a rubber

against my asshole, which gave up all resistance and

let the darn thing in.

He pumped and except for the initial shock and pain, I

was excited, and groaned quietly, "Yes, yes, yes."

His wife Gloria reached down and grabbed my cock and

when he came I came on the ground too.

"I'm not through with you; you'll get my cleaning bill

and expect more spanking from me if you misbehave."

Saying this to me Gloria gathered up my wife; took her

hand and led her into their house to do what, with what

and to whom I do not know.

I was defeated, humiliated, deflated and totally under

his control as he removed all my clothes and had me

stand completely naked before him. He said, "You and

your wife are going to make good house slaves. I am

going to expect complete obedience from my servants or

you'll be punished. You're job is to satisfy us and to

keep us happy. Now I got some yard work for you to do."

With that he dragged me to the tool shed in the back,

gave me the rake and wheelbarrow and said, "Get to


While, I worked he laid in a recliner drinking a beer

with a big grin on his face. What could I do? I

cleaned the backyard - naked. After about an hour of

gathering debris and empting the wheelbarrow in the

trash container, he said, "That's enough of that, you

can put the rake and wheelbarrow away; jump in the pool

to rid yourself of your sweat and get your ass over

here and give me a rubdown."

I complied-what else could I do? I was unwillingly

becoming attracted to his body.

He fell asleep from my rubdown and I silently crept

away to my own house to think.

After a while my wife returned and I said to her, "What

happened over there?"

She replied happily, "We were only socializing, Lets go

to bed." In bed she got on top of me again and fucked

me hard. After she was through she just rolled over as

was becoming the usual thing and went to sleep.


The next day at work, I couldn't get much done; I was

trying to figure it all out. Sure maybe I had been a

little hasty and had came to the wrong conclusion about

Albert. Why not give him another chance and maybe we

could be friends. It had been an exciting weekend, and

I wasn't unhappy with what had happened. But to be his

slave, no way, I don't go for that kind of shit. When

I go home, I am going to straighten it all out. I


My neighbors were out for the evening, so I told my

wife what I intended to do. She just grinned and said

nothing. I left a message, slipped it under their door

stating that there may have been a misunderstanding

between us that I wished to correct.

Next Saturday morning, after breakfast I told my wife I

was going to explain how we had got our signals crossed

with our neighbors-when my wife caught me by surprise.

She produced a pair of cuffs and attached them to my

hands and pulled the chain on which they were attached

around me, buckled it on me in the back. My hands were

firmly affixed to my sides so that I was held helpless.

"What's going on? Get these off immediately." I


"It's OK. They want me to prepare you for their

guests who are coming over at noon for a barbeque," my

wife explained and she pulled my pants and shorts down

to my thighs.

"Now, wait a minute. Stop, you're my wife, why are you

doing this?" I cried, as she pulled out a strap and let

me have it. It hurt. She didn't stop. She kept

whipping me and the pain was unbearable. I was crying

in pain, hopping around, developed a raging hard on,

and begging her to stop.

Apparently the noise and commotion attracted the

attention of Gloria, because she appeared at our door,

saw my wife beating me with the strap. With a smile on

her face she said, "My, Oh My, he certainly dances

pretty. Can I help? Why don't I get the enema bag for


"Sure, and after we clean him out inside we can shave

his body to make him more attractive," my wife

answered. The two collaborated-after my whipping, to

give me three enemas, shaved all the hair from my body

from the neck down except around my cock, affixed a

cock ring to prevent a premature ejaculation, put a

collar around my neck, bound my hands to my sides and

led me next door with a leash, naked for me to meet my

fate. I was in shock.

Albert was in the pool and after doing a couple laps

emerged to meet us. Seeing me, smiling he said, "I got

your note. You were right, it was presumptuous of me

and unwarranted, so I arranged an outside service to do

the yard work, of course we will split the cost. Boy!

You look good and I would appreciate a blow job before

I get the barbeque going."

He dropped his trunks exposing his monster black cock.

Gloria, with one hand whacked me on the can with the

strap she was carrying and with the other pulled on the

leash causing me to kneel before him making eye contact

with his cock-head. He pressed it to my lips and said,


It entered. I sucked. He thrust it all the way down

my throat using my ears to get leverage, withdrew it

almost all the way out then down it went again. I did

the best I could and not choke. And he was enjoying it

and picked up the pace. How I took it all the way down

considering its size was a wonder to behold.

He said, "Ahhh, I'm coming," and unloaded his seed in

my mouth. I swallowed it all. Then he said with pride,

"Good boy. You're mine all mine."

It was true I became his possession.

Albert, being through with me, looked up and said, "My

guests are arriving. Come let me introduce you to

them." Two black couples, entering the backyard,

spotted us and walked over. I stood there naked, with

a cock ring holding my cock rigid and engorged, with my

hands held by cuffs to my sides, helpless, embarrassed,

and wordless. Albert introduced me to his younger

brother Fred, Art his friend and their girl friends.

Being in this condition I could say nothing and was


"I'm glad to meet you," his brother said, and put his

hand out to shake, realized I could not reciprocate, he

pulled it back. "Al tells me that you're an architect,

that's quite an erection you've got there," and he

chuckled at his little joke. I could have crawled in a

hole; mortified and ashamed, I was totally at their


"Why don't we let Willy here entertain you while I

start the fire for the barbecue and get the food

ready," Albert said as he walked away to light the

coals and put the food on the grill.

"Have you got what it takes to satisfy a couple of

horny black men?" asked Fred as he pulled me over,

rubbing my ass. No, he wouldn't; did he really

contemplate sodomizing me? Maybe I can reason with


"I'm not a faggot, please don't," I pleaded as he

turned me around and forced me to bend over for his

friend. Art forced some oily substance in my asshole.

I heard the zipper of his fly and felt his cock push

its way in. "No, no, no," I moaned as it penetrated in

pain. As it went all the way in and filled me up, I

could feel his balls strike mine. As he pumped me the

pain subsided and I felt a pleasant sensation as it

rubbed my prostate. My god, it felt good as he came,

pulled out, threw the rubber in the bushes, gave me a

slap on the ass, and said, "Good boy, I like fucking

white boys."

Fred decided he wanted to do me like his brother had,

forced me on my knees again, and I could see his cock

was big, maybe even bigger then Albert's. "Al says

you're an accomplished cocksucker; let's see if you can

do it as good as Joe, the teacher's assistant at

school. He's white, and you white guys seem to have a

knack for this," he said as he pushed it all the way

down my throat. He pumped me in and out and when he

came I drained him in my mouth.

He never did tell me who was better at it, Joe or me.

The girls were jealous and complained that I was only

servicing the guys. They demanded my attention and I

was forced to use my educated tongue on each of their

pussies including my own wife to demonstrate that I did

not favor either gender.

Having rendered service to the guests my wife had pity

on me. She removed the cock ring, put two fingers up my

ass, and grabbed my cock with her free hand; I pumped

and released my pent up passion shooting into the


Just in time, as Albert called everyone to eat; the

food was great and we had our fill. We socialized, and

drank beer until the end of day. With good wishes we

parted. I made a lot of good friends this day.

Unfortunately Albert's tenancy as our neighbor ended

too soon. His company needed him to fill another

position in another city and regretfully he and his

wife moved. His unit became vacant again.

A real estate agent for the company who now owned the

unit next door visited us. They made a very generous

offer to purchase our unit. I was willing to accept it

but my wife told them to go shove it. They were taken

by a back and pointed out that we would never be able

to sell at a decent price with the large pool on both

lots. But my wife told them to get lost.

Puzzled, when they had left, I told my wife that they

were right. "We're stuck with this loser." I said.

She said we would see.

A week later they were back and asked how much she

wanted and she gave them a ridiculous price. I pulled

her aside and wanted to know if she had lost all her

marbles. After making a couple of calls, they accepted

my wife's ridiculous price.

After they left, I asked my wife how she knew they'd

pay her price. She told me she saw the bank appraisers

looking over the property and the surveyor making a

survey. She also knew that if we couldn't sell one unit

without the other -- neither could they. "They had a

buyer and couldn't sell the property without buying us



With the proceeds from the sale of our unit we bought

and moved out to a better house in an all white

neighborhood. Thinking back, however, I always had a

good feeling knowing that I'd done my part in

establishing better race relations.

That's all.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of

the hands of children. They should be outside playing

in the sun, not thinking about adult situations.

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So much oppression in our culture is based on shame about sex: the oppression of women, of cultural minorities, oppression in the name of the (presumably asexual) family, oppression of sexual minorities. We are all oppressed. We have all been taught, one way or another, that our desires, our bodies, our sexualities, are shameful. What better way to defeat oppression than to get together in communities and celebrate the wonders of sex?
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« Reply #1 on: July 23, 2012, 01:55:09 PM »

Very erotic
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« Reply #2 on: January 13, 2013, 08:46:17 AM »

This story always gets me hot! Thank you.
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« Reply #3 on: October 18, 2013, 04:42:59 AM »

Great story

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« Reply #4 on: May 02, 2016, 06:32:01 AM »

Very hot story, thank you!

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« Reply #5 on: November 01, 2016, 04:19:53 PM »

Nice story very hot.
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