The Sweet Wife I & II Book Package



The Sweet Wife

As Maureen recoils from the beastly brute, Travis demands they go to the bedroom where she warily performs for him as he demands, kissing him and sucking his monster cock. Becoming increasingly aroused, Maureen finally begs the man to fuck her.

The wild orgasm leaves her shaken, and though she vows never to see him again, she’s unable to resist his powerful allure. Struggling desperately with her conscience, the urges for this foul man compel her to use the children’s Christmas money to purchase the expensive clothes Travis insists she buy. Then ‘dressed to kill’, she goes to a seedy black bar where she’s humiliated by Travis and his friends.

Though ashamed of her sluttish behavior, again and again Maureen returns to Travis. Soon she is sent to The Captain who has plans to make her a whore for wealthy black men while under Travis’ control. In a final humiliation, the Captain demands she bring along her blonde, virgin sister for him to use. Though sickened by her own behavior, the lust-driven Maureen is on the verge of giving up everything to become Travis’s woman.

Told in Arnold’s candid and graphic style, this inter-racial story of sexual surrender and degradation includes coersion, exhibitionism, intense oral, anal, straight sex and some lesbian sex.

The Sweet Wife, Book II: Maureen’s Choice

On orders from her Dominant black lover, Travis, the pretty wife and mother Maureen is rented out to the repulsive black man Sam. His job is to alienate Maureen from her husband and children, turning her into a ‘white woman for black men’. Dressed to kill, in sexy clothes and extreme high-heels, Maureen is taken to a bar where she attracts the attention of the rich and powerful Big Daddy. Even Travis bows to Big Daddy. It’s not hard to guess that this gross but charismatic black man will soon have his way with the slutty Mrs. O’Donnel. Later that night when Sam brings Maureen home, he spends the night, forcing her husband to listen from the living room, to the sounds of the two having savage sex in his own bed.

Although Maureen is torn between her family and her desires for black men, by the time the ordeal with Sam is over, she’s ready to give up family and her simple life.

She’s sent back to Travis. Oddly enough, she’s fallen in love with the man and he with her. But Maureen’s role as a whore for black men has nothing to do with love – according to Big Daddy. To keep her in line, he flies her to his estate, where she learns that her sister Eileen is also being held. He plans to make the innocent Eileen a breeder for blacks, and ensure that the sexually gifted Mrs. O’Donnel knows her place as the black man’s submissive.

The stakes are high. If the sisters don’t cooperate, Big Daddy will harm their ailing father. While Eileen becomes resigned to her fate, Maureen cannot help but rebel against the brutal and demeaning sex she’s required to perform with men she both despises and craves. Enter the fearsome General Suka and his dangerous methods of torture. When her life is at stake, will she be able to do the horrific acts demanded of her? Can the general finally win her surrender?

The graphic and detailed scenes of sexual submission are for fans of extreme female submission and degradation. They include exhibition, coercion, bondage, torture, whipping, hard sexuality and analingus.

Weight 2 lbs
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Cover Art Ludovic Goubet

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He reached down and pulled her up and against him.  She felt her stiff nipples press hard against his work shirt.  His arms were huge and powerful.  He smelled of perspiration. Holding her wrists, he placed her hands behind his thick neck. She felt her breathing coming faster and a sudden rush of heat spread from her cheeks to her crotch.  She felt helpless and vulnerable, but also aroused in a way she’d never experienced before.

His dark face loomed above hers.  “Tongue kiss,” he said.  She parted her lips and pressed them against his open mouth.  She darted her tongue into his mouth tasting him. His broad, thick tongue entered her mouth and she sucked it.  His full lips were wet with saliva.  She licked them and again pressed her parted lips against his and slid her tongue into his hot, mouth, all the while moaning.  She forgot about her husband, her children.  There was only this…this huge black man and the liquid fusing of their mouths, and the anticipation of him pushing his monstrous cock into her…into each of her openings.  And finally, there was the terrifying thought that she was spiraling down to a place from which she would not return.

She drew back for a moment to look at him, her eyes wide with fear and wonder.  She touched his face.  “Tonight, it’s possible I might do the things you want.  I think you know that.” She leaned forward to kiss him again, but he pushed her back, “You gonna be my woman ain’t you?”

“Yes, tonight I’ll be your woman.”

“Good.”  She leaned toward him once more but he held her back.  “How about we go to your bedroom and you start by licking my asshole?”

She stiffed and looked away.  “No, my God, I…I… couldn’t.”   She stepped back, “You must be crazy to imagine that I’d do that.”

He pulled her toward him and looked into her eyes,  “You do it good…you lick my asshole good, little white bitch, then I’ll fuck your cunt and cum inside you.  You want that, want this black man’s seed fillin up your cunt?”

“Yes….yes I want you to cum in me.  But to…to…lick you there…I can’t…I just can’t.”

He placed a finger on her lower lip.  She clamped her lips tight.  He rubbed his finger along her lip. She closed her eyes and tried to make herself pull back.  Instead, she  parted her lips slightly. He slid his finger into her mouth.  “That’s right,” he said, “you learnin quick.  After I cum you gonna suck me up again so I can fuck your virgin ass.  You gonna ask me to fuck your ass?”  He withdrew his finger.

She kissed him softly and whispered into his mouth,  “I don’t know…I don’t know.”


“The bedroom upstairs?  I’ll show you what I brung in your bedroom.”

There had never been any talk of taking him to their bedroom, of lying with him in their bed.  Whatever  was going to take place was supposed to happen here, in the den.  To desecrate their bed with this kind of disgusting perversion was unthinkable “Yes,” she said, “it’s upstairs.

When he stood, she stepped back staring in awe.  He was even taller and heavier than she’d estimated.  The top of her head reached only to the middle of his distended belly.  His neck was thicker than her waist.  The idea of this huge black monster taking her in the way that he intended…in the way that she’d agreed to, terrified her.  Why?  Why had she allowed Brian to talk her into this?

As she passed her husband, she looked hard at him, her eyes tearing once more, hoping he would somehow stop them.  Brian turned away and waited to follow behind the black man.  At the bedroom door the two men paused.  The black man turned to face Brian.  “My name is Travis Henry, but you and your wife call me Mr. Henry.  You got that, wimp?”

Brian nodded, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good.  Now you can stand here in the doorway till I tell you to shut the door.”


The bedroom was large and softly lighted.  She had left the two bedside table lamps lit. On one of the tables was a photograph of her younger sister.  On the other was a photograph of the children.  She quickly turned it face down.  An open door to the left of the bed led to a bathroom.  In addition to the queen-sized bed, there were the usual chests, a walk-in closet, an overstuffed chair, her make-up table and bench.  Over the table and facing the bed was a large mirror.

Travis strode over to the chair and sat.  It groaned under his weight. He signaled to Brian,  “Yo, go fetch me another beer.”  Brian nodded and they heard him descend the stairs.  Travis crooked a finger at Maureen,  “Now, bitch, get that hot ass of yours over here so I can feel you up.”  She had regained some of her composure, not quite believing how she had let herself go. Reluctantly, she crossed to stand before him.  He spread his legs,  “Closer,” he said.  She stepped forward.  His hands were as big as baseball gloves, the palms calloused, the fingernails long and dirty.

“You’re a tiny thing, ain’t you?  But that’s all right.  I like a tiny woman.  Differences, you know, black and white, big and little.  Still, I ain’t never had a woman as small as you.” He placed both hands behind her knees and slowly moved them up the back of her legs until they cupped her ass cheeks.  She gasped and looked away.  “Jus like I thought,” he said.  “You got a tight little ass.” He kneaded her bare flesh.  “Yeah, I like that.  I like a tight white ass.  I like to watch my big black prick disappear up a tight white ass.”

She closed her eyes.  How dare he, she thought.  How dare he say such things to me.  How dare he touch me as if he owned me. Her legs began to tremble as he moved his fingers along the cleft of her ass.  “You want that don’t you?  You want what I’m doin?”

Shaking her head, she felt a hot flush come to her face,  “Please, no, I…I…don’t.”  He drew his fingernail lightly over her anal opening.  She drew in her breath.  “Yes,” she whispered almost inaudibly, “yes.”

Travis looked over at Brian who had returned and was standing in the doorway with the beer.  “How you like this?  How you like watchin the black man playin with your wife’s virgin ass?  This is what you paid to see, right?”

Brian turned red and stuttered.  “Ah, I…I…”

Travis interrupted, “I got a feelin your little wife is getting hot.  Maybe she even wet already.”  He looked up at Maureen,  “You hot?  You wet?”  She didn’t respond.  “You want me to check it out?”  Instead of answering, she moved her foot over, parting her legs.  He placed one hand on the inside of her thigh.  “Say it,” he demanded.

“Yes, touch me…touch me there.”  Her voice was a raspy whisper.

He slid his hand up to her crotch.  She moaned almost audibly as he moved his finger slowly along the slickness of her slit.  Taking his hand away, he gestured to Brian, “Hey boy, bring that beer and take a look at how your wife is creaming for me.”  As Brian gave him the beer, Travis held a glistening finger up before him.  Travis grinned, “Look at that! I ain’t hardly felt her up yet and she’s got herself all wet and ready for my big black prick.  What you think, boy?  You think your wife wants to get fucked?”

Brian swallowed and began to mutter,  “I…I….think so…maybe.”

Travis waved him back to the door. He held his finger before Maureen’s face, “And what does the little wife say?”

She was trembling.  With his other hand Travis continued to fondle her ass and touch her anal opening.  “I’m…I’m….ready,” she said.

He placed his wet finger on her lip.  “Taste your cunt,” he said.  She hesitated, then parted her lips and sucked his finger.   She could feel the grit under his fingernail.  He stared at her, his eyes hard and mean.  “After I fuck you you’re gonna taste your cunt again.  You’re gonna lick your cunt juice off my dick.”  He withdrew his finger from her mouth.  “Ain’t that right, baby?”

She looked away, then back at him.  “I…I…don’t know.  Maybe…I don’t know.”

He tilted the bottle up and drank, then placed it on the floor.  Pulling her toward him and seating her on his lap, he said, “Kiss me…tongue kiss me like you mean it.”

Against her ass and legs she felt the hardness and heat of his cock.  His huge arm circled her waist.  She glanced down startled at the blackness of his hand against her white blouse as he cupped her breast.  His finger was still wet where she had sucked it.  A few moments ago that finger with its long dirty nail had been inside her pussy and then inside her mouth.  The thought repulsed and excited her.  She tilted her head and parted her lips.  He drew back. His black face loomed over hers, his lips glistening with spittle.  She saw that his eyes were still hard, almost mean.  She lifted toward him. Again he pulled away from her.


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