Webster (Web) Carter was proud to be called the ship’s big black stud!  Large and powerfully built, he could have easily been the navy’s poster boy.  After months at sea, he was itching for shore leave and a chance to quench his burgeoning sexual appetite.  He was in desperate need of some tight white pussy, something sweet and innocent like the naïve young wife he had seduced on his last shore leave.

That last shore leave was out of this world for Web, having played his cards right on the last trip out to sea.  With some first aid courses under his belt, and due to the injury of shipmate Tom Conners, Web volunteered to be the helping buddy to the injured white boy.  Not that Web liked the guy but as a means of getting away from the hot sun and tedious work of swabbing the ship’s deck on a daily basis.  As it was, fortune fell right in his lap upon discovering what a sweet innocent beauty Tom Conners was married to.

With the injury to Tom Conners to his thighs, the white boy was fearful of never being able to get it up ever again.  Getting some personal belongings for the injured seaman, Web had discovered some very personal items sent to him by his loving wife, items that were not meant for anyone’s eyes other than her husband.  Seeing the lovely beauty’s photos, Web couldn’t help but to jack off to them and his devious mind was finagling a way to get into the white babe’s tight little panties.

Finding that young Tom Conners was turned onto stories of white men watching their beautiful wives getting seduced by another man, more so when it was by a black man, Web volunteered to drive him on home so his lovely wife could avoid having to make the twelve hour round trip.  Volunteering to help out his shipmate till he got out of a wheelchair so his wife wouldn’t have to give up her job to care for him, Web managed to get an invite into their home.

From that point on, with Web’s sexual prowess, duping the young wife that her husband was afraid of ever being a ‘man’ again and some type of stimulation was needed to reassure Tom Conners.  Cluing the wife in on the stories her husband enjoyed reading on the internet, along with mention of how her husband had secretly enjoyed the time she was hit upon at a wedding reception, he convinced the naïve little bitch that she should play along and make it seem like she was enjoying being touched by him ………..of course, just to help the cause of getting her husband back into the saddle again.

Before the first week of the 30 day leave was over, with the aid of some Spanish Fly, Web had the little bitch squirming about on the king-sized bed while hubby was in the spare bedroom peering out from the small opening in the doorway.  With his cock being only the second up her irritated cunt, Web had young beauty literally climbing the walls and begging for more of his black meat.  There was no holding back from then on as the hot little bitch merely melted in his arms each time.

Hot and horny, Web needed pussy real bad.  It’d be more than a week before they’d be getting to the next port and a day’s shore leave in some God forsaken country.  He knew that he could probably score with some of the enlisted females onboard but none of them turned him on at all.  ‘Shit, none of’em can even light a candle next to Michelle Conners!  Fuck, I’d rather beat off with my fist than waste the time trying to git in their pants!’ he muttered, spoiled by the likes of getting into the panties of the prim and proper young wife who was his last conquest.

Not thinking with his right head, Web began to fantasize about the only female who had attracted his attention from the start of the cruise.  Probably was, she was not one of the enlisted personnel but an officer.  Seeing her on board ship each day, Web felt the throb in his pants each time he spotted her, but he knew there was no way in hell that she would ever be seduced by the likes of him.  For one, there was no way a female ensign would have an affair with a seaman.  Secondly, Web soon learned that she was married to a pilot stationed on the carrier of the battle group they were in.

Ensign Christine Clark enjoyed being in the navy and hoped to make it her career.  Though it was tough with her husband being on another ship, at least they could get together whenever the battle group hit a port.    At the age of 24, happily married to Lt. Cmdr. William Clark, Christine wasn't the kind of woman to flirt with another man, much less an enlisted man.  Academy trained, it was her goal to take command of a ship one day and make captain.

For most sailors, it was any port in a storm.  But for Web Carter, he was now spoiled for prime pussy only, none of this ‘any port in the storm’ shit.  Always enjoying the thrill of the hunt, Web began dreaming up various scenarios where he might somehow be able to lure the beautiful Ensign Clark into a deserted part of the ship.  She was an attractive white beauty, she outranked him, and was also married – all the qualities that turned Web on.

Then as chance would have it, luck was on Web’s side when he learned that there was to be an inspection of all the gun turrets the next day, with Ensign Clark assigned to inspect his turret.  As it went level by level, his being the bottom or last to be inspected, Web hoped that the other crew members would be dismissed after their level was inspected and that they would head back to their quarters.  Thus, a possible opportunity might just avail itself to him at that time.

Going to perform her last turret inspection of the day, entered the door way to review the top level and go over the procedures with the crew.  As no test firing was scheduled that day, the crew on each inspected level would be dismissed if there were no discrepancies in their work ethics or procedures.  Descending the stairs to the level below, Christine did her inspection and found everything in order and dismissed the crew members.  Only one level to go and she was done for the day.

Descending the stairs, Ensign Clark saw the muscular black crewman standing at attention.  “Name and rank, sailor!” she ordered.  “Seaman First Class Webster Carter, ma’am!” Web responded.  “Isn’t there supposed to be two of you on duty here, Seaman Carter?” she asked.  “Yes, ma’am!  Seaman Conners had to report to sick bay!  A flare up to his thigh injury this morning, ma’am!” Web replied.

With the rest of the gun crew having passed their inspection and dismissed, that left the lovely ensign all alone with him in the gun turret.  In the confines of the turret, the steel structure comprising of a foot thickness made it totally soundproof and would prevent any screams from being heard outside of the structure.  It was just the ideal scenario that Web had hoped for, being all alone in the sound proof gun turret with the beautiful Ensign Christine Clark.

Asked to show the procedures of his job, Web performed the task before the lovely ensign.  When she bent over to check on the powder keg to be loaded, it was just what Web was waiting for, to surprise the pretty ensign while she bent over with her back to him.  “Wha ……………..what are you doing ……………………….let me go immediately, sailor!” she ordered as Web put an unbreakable hold upon her and began to use the bungy cords to tie her up with.

In no time at all, Web had the frightened beauty secured firmly to the rack with her ass right on the powder keg.  “H ……E …….L ……P!  Helpppppppppppppppppp! Helppppppppppppppppp!” came the high pitched screams while Web quickly climbed the stairs to secure the hatch to the deck above.  As he smiled widely, the pretty ensign stopped her screaming and began whimpering in fear “Please …………………please don’t hurt me ……………………..please let me go ……………………I …………..I won’t report this if you release me ………………right now …………….immediately!”

“My, my, my …………………………ya jist love giving orders, don’tcha, bitch?  Well, let’s see how good ya’s at in taking some orders!” Web exclaimed and he pulled off his denim shirt and bared his muscular black chest before the trembling beauty.  As he stepped closer to the bound beauty, Web easily captured her right foot as she attempted to neutralize him with a kick to the groin.  Just as predicted, the bitch tried a kick with her left foot and Web captured it as well.

Now, with both her legs secured under his arm, Web smiled at his frightened captive, telling her “A purty lady like you shouldn’t be wearing ugly men’s shoes like these!  Ya ought be looking sexy and wearing heels, sweetie!”  Turning and switching arms to hold her legs captive, he then began untying the laces to her black shoes.  One shoe peeled off and tossed aside, then followed the other as Web then proceeded to peel the off the black socks that she wore, commenting “Ooh …………it’s a shame covering such purty little feet with these black socks ………………….a lady like ya be wearing sexy nylons!”

Turning back and switching arms again, holding her securing and placing her petite feet on his broad chest, Web stared at the trembling beauty and told her “Ain’t anyone ever gonna be able to say Web go so low as to kiss and officer’s feet anymore, huh, sweetie!”  With that, holding her firmly in his grasp, Web lifted her feet up from his chest and kissed the bottoms of each foot.  Then he stuck out his thick tongue and proceeded to lick the undersides of her tiny toes that were now curled to prevent his assault.

Panting with fear, Christine pleaded “Stop ………………..stop this …………………let me go immediately!”  But hands bound tightly above her head, legs firmly in the grasp of her assailant, Christine feared the worst as this horrid black would obviously had her at his mercy.  Toes being sucked by her assailant, Christine cringed upon hearing a zipper being undone as the bastard was now releasing his manhood.  Her feet now wrapped around the man’s thick penis as he thrust in and out between them, she was then taunted with “Ya can use yer purty little feet on me anytime, sweetie!”

“Purty ladies should not be wearing men’s pants ………………….don’t hide those purty legs of yers!  Let’s get those khaki’s off and git a look at yer sexy legs, shall we!” he advised and he sat upon her legs and scooted up to her knees in order to reach her belt buckle, his bared cock lying atop her covered thighs.   “Please …………………please ………………..no, pleasssssssssssssseeeeee!  Please ………………………please don’t rape me ………………………….please, I’m married ……………………………..I’ve only been with my husband!” came the desperate plea.

But the pleas for mercy only served to stimulate Web more as he undid her belt and top of her uniform pants.  Then he pulled her khaki’s down over her trim hips to reveal the pair of lacy white panties that she wore.  “Ahhh, finally yer dressed like a woman should!” Web commented as he shuffled the bottom of her uniform down her trim white legs.  Tossing her trousers off to the side, Web smiled at the succulent beauty with her sexy legs finally exposed to his view.

After shedding off his clothing before the terrified beauty, Web easily fended off the kicks and spread her bare legs wide, getting his face up to her pantied crotch.  “Noooo ……………….oh, God ………………….nooooooooooooooooooooooo!” the beauty sobbed as he clamped a wide open mouth over the crotch of her panties.  Slowly tracing the outline of her slit, then flicking his tongue faster and faster, he felt the beauty tremble under him.

Grasping and pulling the legband of her panties aside to reveal her pink groove, Web slithered his tongue up into her juicing slit.  “Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn …………nnnnnnnnn ……………………..mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmphhhhh!” came the gritted moan of the assaulted beauty.  As the beauty arched her mound up, Web explored with his talented tongue and expertly found her ultra-sensitive clit.  A flick of the tongue and the beauty was squirming about under him, squealing “Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ………………….God ………………………..ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”  Seconds later, Web began lapping up all the sweet honey from the convulsing beauty.

As the beauty shivered and sobbed as she drifted back down to earth, Web began undoing the front of her uniform, being sure not to crease the front too badly as he commented “Now we have to keep your uniform spiffy, don’t we!  Can’t have anyone see the purty ensign with her uniform all wrinkled, can we?”  Uniform top unbuttoned and now hanging loosely from her upper arms, Web caressed her soft curves till he was cupping the well-filled cups of her thin lacy white bra.

Then grasping the center of her bra and pulling, the garment easily broke apart and her twin peaks were being admired by the lusting seaman.  Web licked his lips as he covered her perfect mounds with his large calloused hands, then began to thumb her pink buds to stiffness.  Bending over, Web licked at one pink bud, tonguing it and then giving it a nip with his sharp teeth.  Then the same went for the other as the beauty whimpered and cried.

“Please ………………………..no ……………………..please …………I beg up ……………………..please don’t rape me!” Christine cried as the bulking black seaman was rubbing the head of his thick shaft up against her sex.  The horror of being raped, raped by a black man, maybe even getting impregnated by him …………………..all the horrible thoughts flashed through her mind.  ‘My husband …………………..what will I tell him …………………..can I tell him that a lowly black seaman raped me?  Can I report this to the captain ………………….what will that do to my career ……………I’ll always have the stigma of everyone in the crew knowing I was raped and defiled by a black!’ she wondered.

Grasping her trim hips, fitting the bulb of his cock at the entrance to her slit, Web loved seeing the tears flow down the beauty’s face as she struggled against her bonds.  “Hear ya wanna be captain someday, sweetie!  Ya wanna be captain of a destroyer, huh?  Now what’s that ‘ol saying ‘Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead’!” Web taunted as he launched his black torpedo by slamming forward with his full weight behind him.

“Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee …………………………….aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ……………………..noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” the shrilling cry echoed loudly within the sound-proof compartment.  It was pure music to Web’s ears and he was in seventh heaven at having his cock finally back in the tight confines of a beautiful woman.  The fact that the white bitch was his superior, innocent and married to a white boy, made the rape even sweeter.  “Ah, baby ………………..yer fuck’n tight!  Yer been high and dry since seeing hubby at the last port, huh, sweetie!  Ya gonna tell hubby ……….gonna tell him how I’s went and raped his purty little wife?” he taunted as his fuck stick stabbed deeper and deeper into the crying beauty.

“No ………………..no ………………….no …………………….stop ………………stop …………………..stoopppppppppp!” Christine whimpered as the black seaman forced his monstrous cock up into her way to tight slit.  She couldn’t believe the size of it from when the bastard had been fucking her feet, estimating that it had to be at least a foot long.  Had she known it was actually 13” that would be forced up into her, Christine would probably have passed out in sheer fright.  It was so much longer, so much thicker than the 7” penis that her husband possessed, the only one she had ever felt up in the confines of her body.

In and out, in and out, Web tortured the raped beauty with his black fuck stick.  In twelve inches, out twelve inches, he had the raped beauty in a delirious state as she continued moaning “No ………………..no ………………….no …………………….nooooo!”  Web loved her whimpers, taunting “Yer flyboy and ya planning on starting a family soon?  No?  Well, ya had better start planning ……………………….cause Web don’t shoot no fuck’n blanks, baby!  Jist ya look around at every port we’ve been in ………………….must be two or three of my offspring in each one!”

As the lengthy cock within her began to speed up, Christine tried to steel herself, not wanting to feel any pleasure from this vile rape.  But at the now jackhammer speed of her rapist rooting into her, Christine shivered as she fought back the pleasure.  Then she realized that her black rapist was about to do his dirty deed ……………….spewing his filthy seed into her fertile womb!  “No …………………….no ……………………pull it out ……………………..pull it out …………………………….pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” she begged.

“Ugh …………………..ugh …………………………argggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Too late, sweetie ……………………….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Web groaned as his balls contracted time and time again as he unleashed a pint load of his hot baby juice into the raped beauty.  “Nooooo ……………………..ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ……………..nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!” the beauty moaned as Web’s hot lava flow sent her off the edge, convulsing uncontrollably from an unwanted climax.

Ten minutes later, Web lifted himself up and pulled himself out of the raped beauty as she sobbed and wept in shame.  Cock glistening from their fuck juices, he then went up and straddled her upper body, rubbing the slime coating his cock about her beautiful face.  Grabbing her hair and yanking her head back had the beauty about to scream in pain.  But this scream was muffled by the cock being stuffed into her mouth.

Never had Christine mouthed a penis before, even though her husband had tried to coax her to on several occasions, but now she had a filthy black one in her mouth.  The taste was awful, the smell of his crotch overwhelming as she salivated instinctively.  With the strong hands behind her head holding her steady, Christine shuddered in fear as the cockhead began to be pushed down into her throat.

So degrading, Christine wanted to die as the seaman continued to face-fuck her.  More so when he taunted her with “Yes, sir, ma’am ……………………yer’s sure gonna git a treat today!  Ain’t everyday one gits to suck the semen out of the seaman ………….ha, ha ……………..git it, bitch!”  ‘Oh, God ………………………he’s going to do it in my mouth ……………down my throat ………………..make me swallow his filth!’ she cringed with horror.  Then held still with only half his cock in her mouth, cockhead swelling up even more, Christine heard the grunt from above and suddenly her mouth was filled with hot sticky goo.  Unable to spit the filth out, she was forced to swallow as more was then ejaculated into her mouth and filling it once again.

Bungie cords loosened by her rapist before his departure, Christine could only lay there and weep in her disgrace.  Finally finding the strength to move, she gathered her uniform and put it on, less the missing bra and panties that her rapist had taken for souvenirs.  Legs aching, never having been stretched in such a manner before, Christine could barely climb out of the turret.  Making her way on deck, she then rushed to quarters to take a hot shower and wash away the filth.

Curled up in her bunk, pulling the blanket over her ravaged body, Christine wept silently as she tried to think of what she should do.  Having showered and douched, she knew that she would be criticized if she reported being raped down at sick bay.  Reporting it to the captain meant a full investigation and she would have to disclose all the vile sex acts she and performed or had performed on her body.  Reporting it also meant that it would stay with her forever and that would not be good for her career.  Furthermore, she’d then have to tell her husband about it.

Sated, Web was playing ball up on the deck.  He had kept an eye on the entrance to the gun turret, seeing the lovely ensign exit fifteen minutes after he had made his departure.  He felt confident that the rape would go unreported as it would certainly be viewed in her file whenever it came up for a promotional review.  How could she command a ship if the entire crew knew that she had been ‘raped and ruined’ by a lowly black seaman.

That night in his bunk, Web’s devious mind was at work once again.  Not only did he want the bitch again but he wanted to degrade her even further ……………..by putting her pussy up on the block for the highest bidder!  He knew that he could probably coerce her into having sex with him onboard the ship again, just to keep him quiet about having sampled her charms.  But putting out for others ……………..that was going to be a challenge ………….one that Web would enjoy taking on.

‘How do I’s git the bitch to put out fer other guys?  Yeah, she’ll want me to keep my mouth shut but she ain’t gonna want anyone else onboard this ship spilling the beans either!’ Web concluded.  With this ship being rather small versus others in the fleet, Web smiled as he hit upon the perfect answer.  ‘Yes …………………….that’ll be a perfect set-up!  Hmmm ……………..guess I can break the bitch down some more before we git into the next port a week from now’! he thought.

As the battle group slowly made their way into port, Christine trembled at the thought of meeting Bill at the villa they had reserved for the next three days.  The internet had showed it to be quite a romantic spot located just on the outskirts of the small town near the port and would provide them with much needed time together.  ‘What do I tell Bill?  I have to tell him!  I can’t keep this to myself …………………..not with the hold that bastard has on me!  Bill with be able to think of something ……………………..even if it eventually mean the end of our marriage ………………….he’ll probably never want to even touch me again ever ……………….even kiss me!’ she shivered, feeling that she had to tell her husband ‘everything’.

Confessing ‘everything’ was a must --- the vile rape, then what she was forced to do the last five nights as the bastard had volunteered for night duty where only one seaman manned the turret. Each night, Christine had to slip out of her bunk and dress up if on duty so she could go on deck, then make her way to the turret where her blackmailer awaited.  It was so horrible, recalling the events of that first night where she immediately was forced down onto her knees as the vile seaman ordered “On yer knees sailor, ma’am!  It’s time fer ya to suck the semen out of this seaman!”  The hideous laughter of the man made her skin crawl as she was forced to open her lips to his prodding black cock.

With the carrier’s planes circling as they were about to dock in a foreign country and due to some security concerns, Christine proceeded on shore before her husband to pick up some food and wine before meeting him at the villa as they had previously communicated by email.  She looked forward to being in the comfort of her husband’s arms once again but the deep dark secret she harbored had her quite nervous, wondering how and when she should break the news of her rape and subsequent blackmail.

Unknown to Christine, her forced disclosure to the blackmailing seaman of her intentions for the shore leave had given the black bastard exactly what he needed.  Christine had thought that by telling him that she was meeting her husband during the duration of the shore leave, she would escape his vile clutches for at least that few days.  With just a skeleton crew on board, most of the ship’s crew had gotten shore leave, including the devious Web Carter.

Web had it all figured out, making contact with his buddies aboard the carrier.  Of course, Web’s buddies were all of his status, just lowly enlisted black seamen who he normally met up at port to party with.  Several guys were from his old neighborhood and they had met up, then Web had met several of their buddies an then it was always party time in the ports from then.  Searching back through the site on naval news as he was looking for a particular article he had heard about before, Web finally found it and smiled at the photo of the lovely couple.

That article was about the husband and wife team that were on different ships in the same battle group, how one was a pilot on the carrier while the other an ensign on an escorting destroyer.  Pictured in their naval whites were Lt. Cmdr William Clark and his beautiful wife Ensign Christine Clark.  Downloading this photo, Web used it as an attachment to his email asking if his buddies onboard the carrier would like to sample the lovely charms of a beautiful officer.  Know how the sailors all detested officers, Web knew that the sailors on board the carrier would love nothing more than to bed a beautiful wife of one the pilots.

Food and wine purchased, Christine found the secluded villa and was thrilled to be all alone with her husband during the shore leave.  But still that deep dark secret remained to be told.  Getting out of her uniform, Christine then slipped on the pink dress and white heels that she had brought off the ship in an overnight bag, she wanted to look sexy for Bill.  What Christine didn’t know was that Bill would immediately become ill after getting a quick bite to eat after landing his plane on the carrier, food poisoning that gave him the runs and vomiting ensued.

With no laptop with her nor telephone, Bill Clarke was in sick bay and passed word to the orderly to have a message delivered to his wife.  But the orderly was in on the scam also, taking down the address and location where the villa was located in the nearby town.  With that info passed on to Web at the nearby bar, the scheming sailor asked “Three hundred bucks, guys ………….from each of ya who want some prime white pussy!  Think of it …………….ya each gonna blow a hell of a lot during the next three days anyway ………………this is yer chance to finally git into an officer’s pants, heh, heh!”

Hearing the bell outside the front door clanging, Christine excitedly ran to open the door to greet her husband with a hug and a passionate kiss.  But in throwing open the door, Christine was face to face with her nemesis and his cohorts.  Fighting with all of her might, there was no way to get away from the four men’s grasp as they dragged her to the bedroom.  As Web Carter announced “Its party time, guys!” all the black sailors from the carrier began shedding their clothes.

Then Web advised “Okay, first things first!  Everybody line up in formation!  Time fer inspection by this purty officer!  See how this purty lady is a pro at gitting everything out of her men!  See what a pro she is at ‘sucking the semen out of a seaman’, heh, heh!”   One by one, they stepped forward with Christine remaining on her knees till she had blown all twelve sailors, draining the semen out of each seaman.  Cum covered her pink lips, much drooling over her chin, once beautiful dress now drenched down the front with the overflow of male spunk.  With three days before having to report back to the ship, it would be a shore leave that Christine would never forget, and nor would the crewmen from the carrier.
 

End of Story.