It had all happened so fast. My husband was on a business trip but I wasn’t sure where – I kept calling his cell and it was never in the same place for longer than a day. I called the office and they said he was out of town.
Days later I learned of his arrest. I couldn’t miss it because it was on TV, the internet and radio. It was like a really bad dream from which I could not awaken. My phone was blowing up with people blaming me, not him, and the only way I could get any peace was by locking my front door and not going outside. Usually employment would be a problem but, due to his actions and how it looked on the accounting firm for whom I worked, I was fired. They said it was bad press. I couldn’t blame them.
A week later the company said they were sending a lawyer to see me, and gave a date and time. They understood that I couldn’t get out of the house for now, so he’d just come around to my house. I wore the outfit I wore at the office – a short-sleeved white button-down blouse with a couple buttons open, black knee-high pencil skirt with matching hose and mid-ranged heels. I trimmed the outfit with a golden dolphin necklace with matching earrings. When I had to make an impression, this is my outfit. The white plays nicely off my long red hair and green eyes, the buttons open a little to show off my C cups.
I allowed him to knock twice as I didn’t want to seem too eager as it gives them power. Opening the door I saw a rather large black man, about 6’4″. He was wearing a grey, custom made suit with diamond-studded cufflinks, a blue silk tie with diamond clasp, no rings, and carried a black briefcase in his right hand. He looked sharp! I extended my hand in a manner to be kissed and he obliged. “My name is Kawan. Is there someplace we can talk?” he asked, patting his briefcase.
“And I’m Vicki, please follow me.”
Being only five feet tall, he dwarfed me – which is what men are supposed to do to women. I led him to the study and we sat in the two, red leather chairs on either side of a dark brown office table. I crossed my legs at the knees.
He opened his briefcase and put some paperwork on the table. Thumbing through it, I saw my husband’s signature but it was all in legalese. “What does this mean, Kawan?”
“It means that your husband signed over everything to our organization. Your cars, your bank accounts, even your home.” He said in a somber voice.
“My home?! Are you saying I’d have no place to live?” I asked him shocked.
He shook his head. “No, of course not. We’re not throwing you out on the street but you need to know your husband is, as we speak, a prison bitch to black men… and he wants it that way.”
I sat there stunned. It wasn’t for a few moments that I said anything. “But… why?! Was I not good enough in bed? I gave him everything, Kawan!” I all but screamed.
He exhaled a deep breath. “You couldn’t give him the one thing he needed – black dick. Your husband took a trip to New Orleans a while back and had one. After that, he was hooked. It was all he could think about. He’s not alone in that. Most white women feel that way as well,” he said putting a hand on my right knee.
“Are you saying someone fucked his ass and made him ‘go black’ as they say?”
He ran his hand up my thigh as he looked deeply into my eyes. “Yes. To tell you the truth, he’s getting fucked 4-5 times a day and couldn’t be happier.”
My heart rate picked up a bit. Part of me wanted to pull away but I couldn’t. I don’t know why I didn’t, but I didn’t. Maybe I just needed a man… maybe I just needed to feel what my husband felt.
He leaned in closer, putting his mouth next to my ear and he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you now, Vicki.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him – he was strong. Commanding. I began to breathe faster, almost uncontrollably. All I could do was nod. Heaven help me, I was a married woman and I wanted him! Wanted to commit adultery!
He must have seen it… sensed it. He yanked me to my feet, spun me around and yanked off my skirt violently. I gripped onto the chair and faced forward. I was in over my head in rough waters but I needed this.
Split seconds later, he’d ripped off my panties and was inside of me with a single, hard thrust. I screamed as he did so. I could feel how big he was instantly – what woman wouldn’t? I tried out of instinct to pull away but he grabbed my shoulders with both hands and yanked me back into him – going deep.
I closed my eyes as I tore away my blouse and bra, tossing them both aside as he fucked me, going deep and hard on each stroke. For my part, I screamed, “FUCK you’re thick!”
He reached under me and rubbed my clit but still going at a hard pace. “Your first time ever fucking a real man? I’m gonna stretch you out, VIcki.”
I found myself shoving back against him, my nipples fully erect. I’d never been this turned on! I dug my nails into the chair and worked back and forth along his shaft.
He slid all the way inside of me and held it deep for a few moments, for the first time letting me feel every inch of him. My eyes rolled back in my head as I leaned forwards. When I opened my eyes, the legal paperwork was lying on the top of the back of the chair.
“We can do this without you but it would be easier if you signed,” he said reaching under me and rubbing my clit again.
I shook my head, trying to clear the lust and think clearly. If you’ve ever had a really large cock inside of you, you know how hard that is. “Why… would I… sign that and give you everything?” I asked starting to move back and forth along his shaft like the whore I was.
He slowly pushed hard into me again and held it deep, then put his mouth next to my ear and whispered, “Because of the way this cock is making you feel, and because I have five more men coming over right now – we’re going to fuck you for days, Vicki.”
He sped up his pace while pinching my clit. “Sign it and we’ll make sure it never ends. Admit it, this is the first time you’ve been fucked by a real man – and you want more. Need more.”
I looked back at him through the heavy breathing and asked, “How do I know you’ll keep your word?”
No sooner had I asked the question than there was a knock at the front door. Before I could ask who was there, five black men entered and found their way to the study.
He responded by pulling all the way out. “Because we’re going to pimp you, like we do with all our white bitches. Now, if you want me to fuck you… sign.”
Without waiting one more second, I frantically began to sign all the papers where he had red stickies attached. For the first time in years – if ever in my life – I felt an orgasm building inside of me. My stomach began to tighten, my legs quivered and I dug my nails harder into the leather chair.
He slid back into me hard and fast, grabbing my hips firmly. A man unzipped his fly and slid his cock into my mouth. He put his hands on the side of my face and looked down at me. Looked down on me. “White bitches always turn like this,” he said with a smile.
Once I was lost in lust Kawan said, “Your new name will be ‘Ginger’… and you should know… none of us ever use condoms.”
I couldn’t hold it… I tried, I really did… I tightened my legs around his cock and screamed with all the air in my lungs, shoving myself back on his dick. Somewhere in this, he began pounding away on my pussy… fucking me like the whore I now was – and I wasn’t ashamed of that. In fact, I was proud.
I knew now why my husband did what he did – and to be honest, I don’t blame him. For the first time, I’d been with a real man. I was about to be with a whole lot more – my old life be damned!
My name is Ginger and I’m a black man’s whore!
You should be so lucky.