Chapter 1
I rolled over in bed, spooning my husband, whispering, “Tomorrow night, I will be in another man’s bed. Your loving wife will be doing sexual things that wives should never do, things that I don’t do for you. He will be fucking your wife balls deep, driving a cock that is thicker and longer than your penis further than you ever could.”
When I reached around, my hand was greeted by a hard erection that brought a moan from my husband.
Knowing I had him where he wanted to be, I dropped the last thought that would bounce around in his brain all night. In a light, sexy whisper, I revealed, “I didn’t tell you that James is a black ex-pro linebacker, and you know what that means. Good night, my sweet cuck.” I hoped that my dear husband Bill was going to be swimming in dirty, depraved thoughts of me getting fucked by a big Black man all night long.
My horny husband tongue kissed me hard and deep as his hand massaged my breasts. When he tried to move between my legs, I quickly shut him down by saying, “Not tonight, my love, I am saving my pussy for his big Black cock. Good night, my Love.”
You see, we have talked about his deep-rooted cuckolding fantasies for months. My husband of fifteen years revealed his darkest dreams of me having sex with another man. He told me how he loved the ideas of teasing, the buildup, and the humiliation that all came from being cuckolded for the first time. That was followed up with many nights of watching and reading cuckold porn together before having great sex. Instead of being pushed away from the whole idea, I understood that this would make the man I love more than anything in this world happy. So, I spent much time researching cuckolding on the internet and in chat rooms. Many afternoons were spent with my hand rubbing my clit as I read how there are so many ways to make your partner happy by being a slut.
It’s not like I don’t enjoy our sex because he has a nice-sized, thick dick and is exceptionally good at using it to get me an orgasm each time we make love. But tonight, my dreams will be near to those of my husband. Visions of a muscular, tall Black man tongue kissing me in public morph into dreams of his engorged, large cock as its mushroomed head slips between my stretching pussy lips. Other images of my red stripper heels rocking back and forth while my white hands grasp his tight black ass, pulling him deep into me, will torture us both.
As Bill sipped on his morning coffee, I needed one more assurance that he had no reservations about the coming attraction of me cuckolding him tonight. I asked him, “Bill, I love you more than anything, so I must ensure you want all his tonight.”
Bill looked up with bloodshot eyes and replied, “Suzanne, I could not sleep last night. I was punished by the revelation that tonight you will be getting fucked by another man with a big black cock.”
I was unsure if he was about to call an end to this journey that we had been on when he added, “And my dick was rock hard all night. Yes, yes, I want you to cuckold me with a big Black cock tonight!”
The look of lust that was on his face as he made his declaration made me smile and made my pussy moisten.
He must have seen the smile on my face when he said, “I want you to be a nasty, dirty slut for him. I have never been more excited, as I think that in a few hours, you will be a hotwife, and I will be your willing, loving cuckold. It’s finally going to happen.”
With that important conversation now completed, I switched back into my planned cuckoldress mode. It was time to deliver the sexual anguish that I wanted my husband to enjoy and suffer with all day at work. “I took off today from work to spend the day preparing myself for my big black bull cock tonight. Did I tell you he played professional football? Well, he did until his knee was destroyed last year. I am so excited that I will have his fat cock deep inside me tonight while my sweet cuck sits home and eagerly waits for me to return.”
I could see his pleasure that was marked by the tent his hardening dick was making in his pants. Knowing I was on the right track, I had to deliver more for him to think about as I handed him his coffee to drink on his commute to the city. I gave him a light kiss, and then I whispered in his ear, “He is going to kiss me hard and deep as his large black hands molest your sweet, innocent white wife. You see, I found out that he has a ten-inch fat black cock with a big set of balls, and he is known for cumming a lot. Tonight, he will be cumming in your wife’s mouth and cunt, even possibly her ass!”
I knew that last comment would strike deep into his cuckold heart. So, I dropped my silk robe, exposing my naked, toned body (thank you to my spin classes). I winked at him before turning and walking away, seductively swinging my hips as I walked towards our bedroom.
With Bill gone, I had to check his browser history. It turns me on to see what depraved videos and pictures recently stirred my man’s groin. As expected, each video and picture was cuckold related. Each video included Black men with huge cocks, whom white wives worshiped. As I rubbed my clit, I noticed that in each video and picture, the engagement and wedding rings were prevalent, as were the used caping cunts that were leaking copious amounts of Black men’s jizz. As I got increasingly turned on knowing my husband wanted me to be a black man’s whore, I accepted that this was what I wanted too.
I spent the entire day pampering myself at the hairdresser’s, nail salon, and spa as I prepared myself for the first night of cuckolding my dear Bill. I wondered whether this would be once-and-done or change our marriage forever. I just prayed that it didn’t turn out to hurt us.
I called James to once again discuss how things would progress tonight. We spoke of how I wanted him to cuckold my husband while he kept the humiliation to a minimum. I would not stand for anyone to ever put my Bill down as they do in many videos as a small, dicked sissy. I hoped he would follow some of my requests to ensure Bill and I could enjoy this evening properly. I did, however, agree to be his submissive slut and let him use me any way he wanted. That made my pussy gush!
Waiting at the door with three fingers of his prime whiskey at the regular time he returns from work, I was ready for the festivities to begin. I had read how men love to help you get wives prepared to be handed to another superior alpha male. It was his shocked, lust-filled look that told me I was on the right path when he saw me in the same silk robe as this morning, but now, downing five-inch heels and platinum blonde hair. I told him to change out of his suit and bathe me while I enjoyed a tall pour of sweet wine.
I heard the water running as he filled our seldom-used bathroom soaking tub. Feeling electrified, I lay back on the sofa and spread my legs wide open. My fingers slid down to my vagina, where they rubbed all the best spots. Knowing that I was going to be a whore for another man, a big-cocked Black man tonight, was speeding my fingers across my bud as I was headed for an orgasm. It took all of my will to stop myself. I wanted to build up sexual energy for what would happen just a few hours from now.
On the bed, my husband would have noticed the crimson shelf bra and panty set next to three dresses. They were laid out just like the last video he had watched, in which the wife would make him choose what outfit to wear for her bull. One was conservative, one was classy and sexy, and one was over-the-top trampy.
When I heard the water stop, I headed up the stairs to the bath. Making sure my heels clicked slowly on the hardwood floors of the hallway, I wanted to use everything I had learned to turn him on. Seeing his hard dick pushing against his shorts as I dropped my robe and took off my slut shoes made my vagina leak with joy.
With a clip, I put up my shoulder-length, lightly curled hair and sank into the warm water. I pointed to a bath glove and instructed my husband, “Now wash your hotwife for her Black lover, James.”
As he followed my directions, I wanted to prime his dick even more as I said, “I can’t wait until I can lick his big balls. I will work my tongue up and down his ten-inch shaft before I take his large mushroom cock head into my mouth.”
His hand shook a bit as I continued his torment, “I will even slide down, spending time licking his taint and even his ass hole before I move back up to take his cock into my throat. Yes, dear, I am going to eat his ass and try to deep-throat his big cock.”
The soapy mitt had cleaned my C-sized breasts and was moving to my freshly waxed pussy. “Should I slide a finger into his butt to trigger his orgasm? Just think he will be filling your wife’s mouth and throat with a big load of his tasty cum.” His moan gave away his enjoyment of the anguish, as I had never played with his ass.
I turned over in the bath onto my knees and leaned forward, exposing my ass and swollen pussy to my Bill. I could feel my gash was extremely swollen and ready for a hard fuck. I made him clean both holes as I expressed my need to be used by a superior black man’s cock.
When the bath water had cooled enough, I told Bill to strip and meet me in the shower. Making sure that my new hair would not get wet, I instructed Bill to use a douche to clean me out for tonight. I pulled him close as he squeezed the cool liquid into me, and I whispered, “Yes, my cuck, clean your wife for her Black bull.”
Finally, I handed my husband an enema bottle. I knew this was going to be a hard one for him to accept. You see, I never, ever let Bill play with my ass. Now he was going to have to clean my butt for another man to fuck.
“Now go pick out what dress you want your wife to wear in public with her tall, muscular black stud tonight.”
Now that I had been cleaned inside and outside, I headed to our master bedroom. I was pleased that my loving man had picked out the red slutty dress for me to wear tonight. It matched my nails, and my toes were painted the same deep crimson red.
“Now, cuckold, dress your hotwife,” I commanded.
I could see his pupils dilate as lust pumped through his veins. He carefully assisted in putting on the same color red panties and shelf bra. I even made him adjust my tits so the nipples would be free to poke through the silk material of the dress.
Finally, he finished dressing me by putting on seductive red five-inch heels and a tiny red dress. He had to notice the hem barely covered my ass and panties. “Babe, those heels make your legs look fantastic. I don’t remember you ever wearing such high, sexy shoes, ever. With that dress, fuck, you look so hot!”
I had to play up to his cuckold fantasy some more when I said, “You know I will never wear such a trampy outfit with you. I will dress conservatively with you, but for my lovers, especially my Black lovers, I will wear only slut clothes. Oh yeah, and these shoes will be rocking back and forth over my lover’s shoulders as I take his big… black… cock… deep inside me tonight.”
His mouth hung open as he digested this last comment. Before he was able to utter a reply, his hand reached into his pants and adjusted his erection.
I told him, “Come with me, my love.” As I walked out of the bedroom. I showed off my practiced walk after purchasing those ridiculously expensive red shoes. With each step crossing over like a model on a runway, I accentuated the swing of my ass while the echo of my heels filled the hall. I hoped my husband was enjoying the sight of my swinging ass from behind.
I sent him to get me another tall glass of wine as I was still savoring the effects of the first tall pour. I positioned myself on “His” chair, with one leg on each armrest. I fine-tuned the placement of my red thong to accentuate the camel toe of my engorged pussy. I was so excited to display myself in such a perverse fashion for the love of my life. To understand that tonight I was fulfilling his lifelong fantasy made me swim in ecstasy.
When Bill turned the corner, he saw my legs spread wide like the slut I would be tonight. He pulled out his phone and took photos of his hotwife. I just said, “Eat me,” as I pulled my red thong to the side, revealing extremely swollen, wet pussy lips. After handing me my requested tall pour of wine, he fell to his knees and took a few more photos of my puffy sex. Grabbing his hair, I yanked back his head and said, “Now, Bill, look at me. Tonight, I am James’s whore. I told him that he could use me any way he wanted. You understand I love you and will never leave you, but tonight I am his. Now eat me and get me nice and wet so his fat Black cock will easily slide in your hotwife!” With that, I forced his face to my vagina to feast on me.
The feeling of his tongue and mouth worshiping my sex drove me into a sexual frenzy. I pushed my pussy on his face while I held his head in place, using him for my pleasure. His mouth moved to my clit as two fingers were inserted into my sopping vagina, curling to hit that special spot. Then he began to suck hard on my swollen nub, driving me towards the edge.
I yelled out, “Fuck me, James, give me that black, thick cock. You are so big, bigger than my husband. Stretch my cunt out… cum inside me. That’s it… I am your whore, James! Fuck me with that big black cock. God, you are so deep. Fill my cunt with loads of your sperm!” Then I came hard, squirting my fluid into his greedy, hungry mouth.
As the aftershocks slowed, I would have been happy to end the night. But when he looked up at me with a look of lust and my cum covering his face, I knew I had to continue tonight to make my love happy.
Bill stood up and looked at me, splayed out in his chair with my inflamed sex wet and ready and wanting to be fucked. He took another few photos that I know he will use in the future to masturbate to. I loved that he would be jerking off to my images, probably while I was out being fucked by James.
I replaced my red thong, letting it soak up a lot of my cum before heading to the mirror. “I have to look good for the real sex with a pro-football player tonight. I bet his big cock will slide in nicely now that you have primed your hotwife.”
I opened the small, expensive purse I had for tonight. I pulled out two pot gummies. Bill knows how horny we both get when taking gummies, so I made a show of putting one on my tongue and slowly chewing it. Then I commanded, “Open!” Feeding him the gummy, I said, “I want you to watch interracial cuckold porn tonight. Think of me as the BBC whores in each video. But, do not masturbate and do not cum.”
Right on cue, the doorbell rang, signaling the beginning of Bill’s cuckolding. I was nervous, not just about my date but more about how my marriage was about to change. I had to ask again, “Bill, is this what you genuinely want? I can call it all off right now. I love you more than anything and never want to lose you.”
I didn’t have to hear the response; the look of love I cherish the most covered his face as he said, “Babe, I love you too. Now go be my slutty hotwife and cum all over his big black cock!”
With a smile, I said, “Be a dear, my cuckold, and answer the door for my Black bull.”
I straightened myself up as I looked into the hallway mirror. Was I going to do this?
When Bill escorted James into the living room, I could not believe the differences between the two men. James stood much higher and wider than my now small-looking husband. Even though I had met James through work, I never realized how much larger he would be standing next to Bill.
As James approached me, he looked me up and down before saying, “Oh, I am going to have fun with you tonight!” Reaching out as if he was going to hug me, his hand directed my face to his, and he kissed me hard and deep. I sucked on his tongue as he shoved it to the back of my mouth as I stood up on my tippy toes. When the sloppy, wet kiss ended, I looked at Bill, not sure of how he would react. But his wink and his obvious erection soon told me I had nothing to dread.
The next words caught me off guard as James asked, “So Bill, what do you want me to do with your pretty wife tonight?”
Bill’s face blushed as he looked at the tall Black man whose large dick was outlined down his pants leg. Then he said, “I want you to turn my Suzanne into a black cock loving hotwife.”
The big man asked, “Is there anything out of bounds?”
“No, as long as Suzanne enjoys it, it’s OK with me.”
James replied, “Good, because I plan to use her as my submissive little slut tonight. First, I am taking her to Smitty’s Bar in the bad section of town on Martin Luther King Boulevard. There, I am going to parade your loving wife around as my fuck slut. Don’t worry, they will not be allowed to fuck her, not at least this time. But they will get a little handsy with her. Then I will take her home to my bed and stretch that pussy of hers all out with my black cock. I may even fuck her ass. Is that good with you, slut?”
Bill’s penis was hard as it tried to break free of his pants as he looked me in the eyes and listened for my response.
I knew he loved the nasty banter, so I had to push him more: “Yes, my Black master, I will do anything you want.” Then, for emphasis, I looked up into those dark eyes and again said, “Anything!”
James said, “Now, one last thing before I take your wife as mine for the night. Take off those panties and give them to your cuck.”
I bent over at the waist towards my husband with full knowledge that I was giving James a great view of my ass and swollen pussy as I slowly slid my wet panties down. This movement was not lost on my dear Bill, who once again had to adjust his hard erection in his pants.
As I presented my thong to my husband, I whispered in his ear, “I may not come home tonight. Hell, I may not come home tomorrow night, either. Is that what you want, is it, Bill?”
Bill’s voice cracked, like a thirteen-year-old boy’s, when he replied, “If that will make you happy, then I will leave it up to you. But please keep me informed so I don’t have to worry about my wife. I love you.”
I gave him a wink and licked my lips as my hand reached out and ran over the outline of his cock that went partway down his leg. “Fuck you have a big cock!” Then I reached for James’ hand. “I think it’s time for us to have some fun; what do you think, big boy?”
As my date and I left the house hand in hand, I looked back to see what I hoped would be waiting for me when I returned. I understood I was doing this to make my husband happy, but I was also gambling on my marriage. I always secretly wanted to be a slut, to be treated like those cheerleaders in high school. Now, I had a date with a big black football player who was going to fuck me raw.
As James opened his Cadillac SUV door, I took one last look at my husband before I left to break my marriage vows. I feared that our fantasy and reality might not align.
Chapter 2
I had just left my husband for a date with a large Black football jock, just like my husband wanted. Yes, my husband wanted me to cuckold him. It was just my idea for the large Black man to do it. I knew it was his fantasy, so why not go all the way? And that is what I intended to do tonight: go all the way with a Black man while my husband waits at home.
I nervously sat across from James in his large Cadillac Escalade when he said, “Let me see you, all of you.” Realizing that most of my breasts were exposed in the light from the dashboard, I thought about how my husband would want me to act. Slowly, I pulled the material covering my areolas and hard nipples aside to show my bull.
“Nice, and…”
I was acting in a way so far out of character with my upbringing and daily life when I pulled my skirt up. I put one leg up on the console between us as I revealed my swollen, wet pussy. How wrong this felt, but I knew my husband would have loved to see me act in such an unwomanly manner. He wanted a hotwife who acts like a slut, and tonight I was going to enjoy playing that role.
“I love a nice, shaved twat. Did your husband make sure you were all prepared for me?”
I just muttered, “Yes, Sir.”
At the traffic light, he leered at me sitting open for him to see when he said, “Spread yourself open for your bull.”
I looked right at this monster of a man as my trembling hands slid towards my wet pussy. I found it exhilarating and erotic as I spread my legs wider and pulled my virgina lips wide open. The lights from the streetlights in the intersection left nothing to hide. I was exposing myself in the lewdest manner I could imagine. I had agreed to do anything he wanted tonight, and I decided I was going to enjoy acting out every nasty slutty thing I could. So, when he slid his hand over to feel my sex, I moaned out in deep appreciation.
“My little girl is wet and ready for her Daddy. Now use my hand and show me what you want tonight.”
I obediently took his large hand up to my mouth and started to lick, then suck on each finger as erotically as I could. I folded down each finger and thumb until his middle finger was the only one standing. Moving that large, long digit to my mouth once again, I took it as deep into my mouth as possible. I sucked on it as I slowly let it go in deeper until I had to suppress my gag reflex as it pressed into my throat. Slowly, I moved it in and out as I sucked on it like a whore.
“That’s nice, keep it up. Just wait until you get to suck on my big black cock.”
I felt like I was a horny teenage virgin again. I wanted to do things for this man that would make him want me more. I slid his saliva-coated finger out of my mouth and traced it down my neck, across my hard nipple, and down my stomach. I wanted to show him how much I wanted him, how I was his slut to use tonight. Turning his wrist, I directed that long, fat finger right at my wide-open cunt and pulled it into me. My eyes rolled back, and I began to moan as I took his finger into me, holding it as my pussy contracted. I came!
He just smiled as he recognized that I was acting like a true cock hungry slut. Sliding his finger almost all the way out, he pushed it back in as I moved myself forward. There I was in the front seat of a relatively strange man’s car as I was getting finger fucked just moments after leaving my husband for the night.
He pulled his phone from the holder at the next traffic intersection, and a light appeared. As his finger moved in and out, I knew he was taking a video of me.
He asked, “You like that, my little girl?”
At that point, it was me rocking back and forth on his meaty finger as I cried out, “Anything, Daddy, I will do anything for you!”
“Just wait until you get my fat cock in you,” he said.
I went off like a firework as he quickly inserted a second fat finger. My hips were wildly bucking, taking his fingers deep inside me as all the talk and build-up to this moment erupted. When I calmed down, I saw the light shut off.
“I think we should send that to your husband. What do you think?”
The thought of Bill getting a text video of me using a Black man’s fingers to get off made me smile. I know he is going to love that. Plus, I felt a love in my heart for that man who wanted me to have such a wild adventure.
“Please send that to my cuckold,” I said as I pulled his big hand to my mouth and sucked my juices off his fingers.
When we arrived at the seedy old bar, I had to straighten my clothes out. The place looked like one that Bill and I would have never stopped at. It was run down and smelled of smoke, not just cigarette smoke. I noticed the place was filled with about twenty black men and just a few white women. I did not see one Black woman in the entire place. Everyone was looking at me in my slut wear as we made our way to the bar. My ego was getting stroked as there were many catcalls and lewd comments made. I knew then that I was “fresh meat” for them all.
The men at the bar politely parted as James and I approached. As he ordered us a shot to start the night, I felt a stranger’s hand on my ass. My first reaction was to swat his hand away, but then I thought that my husband would want me to let him play with me like a slut. I turned slightly and gave the older Black man a slight smile. I almost choked when I took my shot with my bull just as the old man took the opportunity to slide a finger across my asshole.
After a second shot of some strong-tasting concoction, James whisked me away to the dance floor to join two other trampy-looking white women whom a group of six Black men was happily mauling. The swirling lights added to the deafening bass of the hard rap song. That is when James turned me towards the dance floor group. He pulled my dress down, exposing my large breasts, before raising my skirt to show my shaved beaver. Then he pushed me towards the group and turned back towards the bar.
Five or six black men materialized as they knew my bull had thrown me to the wolves. They moved in like I was a wounded animal. The largest of the group waltzed up, grabbed my hair in the back, tilted my head up, and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth as his hand grabbed my bared tit. Other hands were now all over me as the group molested me as we moved to the hard beat. I was passed around as each man’s tongue kissed me, and their hands were everywhere. I was lost in a sea of lust. I was finally that “bad girl” I always wanted to be.
I was now included in the party of three white women dirty dancing with a gang of cunt hungry Black predators. The alcohol and gummy had fully kicked in as I was using them as much as they were me. My hands ran between the men’s legs, feeling enlarging cocks as my pussy gushed from the fingers that invaded my body.
Sitting at the end of the bar was a pudgy, balding white guy. He was rubbing his erection in his pants. The grin on his face showed his pleasure as he watched one of the other white sluts with her hands filled with exposed, large black cocks. The thin woman winked towards him as she slowly sank to her knees. She prepared herself by pulling her brown hair through a rubber band from her wrist. A look of lust covered her face when she licked her lips and moved forward to suck on multiple black erections.
The other white woman was pressed up against the barroom wall. The tall black man before her was violently shoving what looked like his whole hand in her pussy. Two other men were sucking on her big breasts as her hands worked on hard dicks. I caught glimpses of her wedding bands as I realized that all three of us were married.
The men surrounding me pushed me to the edge of a table. One of them grabbed my arm and directed my hand to his… Wow, this guy had a big, fat, heavy penis. Another girthy cock was placed in my other hand as the man before me pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I noticed flashes, but I was too far gone in my haze of desire to worry about them. Mouths now were sucking and biting my breasts as fingers were inserted into my pussy. I knew I was being marked, and I hope Bill will love seeing the bruises on my big tits over the next week.
As different men played with me, the base beat, the swirling lights, tongues, hands, and cocks all drove me to erupt in a shaking, jerking orgasm. There were more flashes as the men all continued their assault while I rode the waves of ecstasy.
As I calmed down, I realized what I had been missing all my life. I was a faithful wife, PTA mother, and avid churchgoer. Now I was that bad girl, that slut that I had secretly wanted to be, and I loved it. Hell, I was a BBC hotwife. If only my girlfriends and neighbors knew.
I noticed that the other two white women and many Black men had moved to the back room. That is when a strong hand began to pull me toward the open door as the others followed. I was sure they were taking me to fuck, and I was not putting up any defense.
James suddenly appeared and interjected himself between me and the homies who were about to use me as a fuck toy. He said, “Not tonight slut. You can watch what your future will look like, but tonight I get to break in that cunt of yours.”
The brothers surrounding me were unhappy, but James seemed to be the top dog in this joint, so they backed away.
In the darkened room, I could see four single beds. The two white sluts were soon getting fucked on two of them. The husband was kneeling next to the thin, brown-haired hotwife, who was getting pounded missionary by a tall black stud. Others lined up behind them, rubbing large, hard black dicks as they waited their turn to fuck her. I watched as the man’s black butt clenched as he drove his thick dick into her belly as she moaned like a whore. The scene made me jealous. I wanted to be on that bed, legs spread, taking black cock after black cock, feeling them erupt within me.
On the adjacent bed, the chubby blonde-haired woman was on her hands and knees, being spit-roasted with thick black rods. I watched her big, round eyes as they swayed back and forth. My fingers were now pressing my clit as I looked on. Was this going to be me? Did I want this? As I saw the black man stiffen and cum in her mouth, I also came and said, “Yes!”
James reached over and pulled the blond-haired woman’s face up. Then he grabbed the back of my head and said, “Kiss her!” Taste his cum!” Obediently, I moved before her and opened my mouth to tongue-kiss another woman for the first time in my life. Our tongues played together as we shared the man’s viscous jizz.
As I continued to seek out the cum from another woman’s mouth, there was a yell from the other bed. The large black man was filling the husband’s orgasming wife with a big load of sperm. The look of joy on her husband’s face was undeniable. When the large slimy phallus pulled out of the used slut, her husband dove between her legs to eat cum and clean her used pussy.
James directed me to clean the black man’s organ. I was so turned on as I began to lick off the combined juices from the softening cock that I didn’t notice the flashes from James’s phone. I loved the taste as I swallowed their sex fluids. It was so dirty, so wrong, and I loved it. I wish Bill could have been here to watch me.
As I was busy licking spunk off a strange black man’s balls, I felt a hand hold the back of my head. He was holding my head in place as he pushed his hips upward. This movement enabled me to lick the man’s taint and then… Oh God, he wanted me to eat his ass! With my resistance obliterated by pot and alcohol, I could not resist. With my head as far back as possible, I did the most unthinkable act. My tongue licked and buried itself in his butt. It was just so depraved, and I loved it.
When I was finally released from the man’s grip, I was able to climb from beneath the smiling man’s legs. I saw that the husband had been pushed to the side as a second Black man climbed between his wife’s spread legs. Her muffled moans grew louder as she had her mouth filled with a big rod, as a second hard dick easily slid into her swollen, gaping cum filled cunt.
I had a second to consider if this is what Bill wants in our future? Would Bill be the husband who cleans my used pussy?
The depravity of the two women had driven my mind to a dark place. I wanted this, I craved it, I wanted to join them. So, when my dress was pulled over my head, and I was directed to the third bed, I was ready to get fucked. Wearing only my high-heeled fuck me shoes, I spread my legs like a whore, ready to be used.
A hand reached out and pulled me towards the end of the bed. As my head leaned over, I was introduced to a low-hanging sack of black balls to lick. My hands were filled with hardening cocks as someone was eating my wet pussy. With my breasts being rubbed and sucked on, I was in heaven. I was loving being used like a slut at a bachelor party.
I found myself eating another black ass as men were once again marking my breasts. Then I felt a hard, big cock pushing against my wet snatch. This was going to be it. I was about to be gang banged by a group of big-cocked, black, drunk men. I wanted to be used, fucked, and cum in. Then, suddenly, everything stopped as all the men climbed off me.
I sat up to see James with his hand out to me. He said, “You will have another chance at getting gang banged another night. Tonight, I am going to break that swollen cunt in! Come with me, it’s time to stretch that cunt out and make me you, my slut!” I should have been pleased that he pulled me away from the group of men ready to assault me, but I wasn’t.
Jason led away naked from the sex room towards a pair of old, peeling stairs. There was only a light bulb brightly illuminating the top of the stairs, creating sharp contrasts. I stepped ahead of my bull to proceed to what I hoped would be a nice, deep fucking. To entice the big man more, I made sure to swing my hips as I took each stair, giving him a great view of what I was offering tonight.
Taking the old wooden door on the right led us into a room that was nothing more than a dresser, a bed, and an old table lamp on a table. This room had only one purpose: sex! Jason explained that the room had previously been used by black hookers. But with today’s society, white women give up their pussy for free, so no more need for hookers.
I climbed onto the stained mattress and obediently spread my legs, ready to be used. Jason smiled at my invitation before he pulled out a joint. “Before we start, let’s take a few hits of this weed. We took turns taking three hits, and when he put it out. “This shit is good and doesn’t take long to hit you.”
I swear I could almost feel the pot hitting me. I was so horny, and this evening had been such a wild trip already. Now I was watching as Jason began to slowly strip. Seeing his milk chocolate colored chest and abs as he removed his shirt made my pussy gush even more.
He started to unbuckle his belt when suddenly he stopped and said, “Before we move on, I need to ask you something. Do you want your husband to watch you be taken by me?”
Those words hit me hard, as I realized I had not given my husband much thought tonight. I was so wrapped up in the pleasures these men have given me that I forgot that this whole evening was supposed to be for him, too.
Jason must have seen the look of concern on my face when he said, “Don’t worry. I have been sending him pictures of you being a BBC slut. He has loved it all. So, what do you say? Should we give him what he truly wants?”
I was able to exhale as I understood that this bull knew how to treat a cuckold husband. He must know that if the cuckold is happy watching his hotwife fuck, he will have many more chances using me as a sex toy. I said, “Yes, let’s put on a show for my Bill.”
Jason fiddles with his phone for just a minute before I hear a familiar voice. “Hi James, I mean hi sir! Thank you for all the pictures. It seems that my hotwife is enjoying being a slut for you and your friends.” A big white smile was shown on Jason’s face as he received the cuckold’s admission. He was free to use me, take me, and make me his personal white slut.
Carefully, he set the phone against the base of the lamp, ensuring a great view of the bed and my naked body. I looked at the phone and said, “Oh, baby, I am having such a great time being so naughty for you. Now don’t you cum until he does, OK my cuck?”
The reply turned me on more when he said, “Yes, mistress. Please be his slut.”
Before I lay back to be a whore for a pro football jock, I said, “I love you, Bill. This is for you, and for me too!” Then I blew him a kiss.
Knowing that my husband was eagerly watching, the pot began to hit me hard. I climbed off the bed and fell to my knees before the tall black bull before me. I unbuckled his pants and helped him take them off. I removed each sock and placed it on his neatly folded pants. When I looked at the large bulge snaking down one leg of his boxers, I gave out a loud moan of appreciation. As my hand ran over his sizable lump, I looked back at the propped-up phone and said, “Bill, this big black cock is for all for me!”
Slowly, I pulled his boxes down, exposing the top of his thick, dark shaft. As the top of his boxers moved lower and lower, I could not believe how far down they traveled, and no cockhead yet. Halfway down his thigh, his purple thick helmet emerged. I could not help but gasp as I watched his massive cock as it rose before my eyes. My hands reached out for his large dick and big balls. He had boasted about his size, and he was not wrong.
His dark Black cock was a work of art. My hands began to work on his shaft and balls as my mouth watered. The weight of his manhood made me realize that this was a stud cock, and soon it would be stretching out my vagina.
James looked down at me as I appraised his gift and said, “Worship me.”
As Bill and I had discussed so many times before, I knew to start by submissively licking and lightly sucking his large testicles as my hand worked on his beefy shaft. This was a man who was truly worthy of being worshiped by a slutty white wife, like me.
I loved licking my way up the bottom of his hefty shaft as it grew harder. Finally, I reached what I wanted, his large mushroom-shaped cockhead. I was rewarded with a thick drip of his pre-cum to savor. I took his big helmet in my mouth as I ran a thumb along the bottom of his meat stick, letting more of his fluid run down my throat.
I remembered the phone had been propped up to the side of us, so I made sure to look into the camera and wink to my beloved husband as I took the fat cock to the back of my throat. As I gagged on the Black man’s immense dick, my fingers worked on the clit as I realized I was living out my fantasy. In my mind, I was now that slut from high school. The one all the boys used, the one they fucked, the one the other girls called a whore. From this moment, I pledged to myself that I was going to be such a slut.
After I had sucked and bathed his cock with my saliva, James grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to look into his dark eyes. “OK, now it’s time for you to climb up here and sit on my cock!”
It was not lost to me that James changed his position on the bed. He was graciously positioning himself so Bill could see my soaked pussy ready to engulf his beautiful cock from behind.
To be continued.
