He groaned again.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I smiled, as I fished his cock out of his pants. “Pay attention to the road.”
“Okay,” he groaned, as I leaned down and took his hard cock in my mouth to give him road head for the second time in two days.
I sucked his cock for the final three or four minutes until we got home and then ordered, “Bedroom, two minutes.”
“Okay,” he nodded, quickly getting out of the car.
Once we arrived in the bedroom I stripped off my dress and realized I was only in my bra and thigh highs, having left my panties at Janna’s. I ripped off my bra and fell to my knees.
“Give me that cock,” I demanded.
He walked over and shoved his cock in my mouth, I bobbed furiously, listened for his moans hinting he was close, then stopped.
I asked, as I stroked his cock, “So, what do you think of watching your wife get slammed by some huge black dick?”
He groaned, “Fuck, yes.”
I went back to sucking and quit again just before he came. I asked, “So should I get dressed up all slutty and make myself available for some big black guy to use me as his personal fuck toy?”
His response told me everything.
He shot his load all over my tits, groaning helplessly.
That’s when I knew for sure Janna was right about white guys: even strong ones like I thought my husband was.
After he went down on me at my demand, he offered, “If you’re serious, I may know a guy.”
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Are you?” he asked back.
“Based on Janna’s descriptions and how it fired up their sex life, I figure it couldn’t hurt.”
He then told me about Janna and Kareem. I listened and pretended I didn’t know, actually asking a few questions.
I decided instantly, “Set it up. If your reaction is any indication, this will help our sex life… even if he isn’t any good.
“Oh, trust me, he’s really good,” Ken said in a weird way.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I’ve watched him fuck three women now and each one leaves satisfied in ways I’ve never witnessed before,” he explained.
I straddled him as I said, “Well, make it happen, honey.”
As I rode him, he squeezed my ass and said, “I love you so much, honey.”
“I love you, too,” I agreed, before adding, “now fuck me really hard.”
The next day I was sober, and horrified I’d said those things. I called Ken (he was already at work when I woke up) and left a message stressing that he shouldn’t set anything up. I would later learn he got the message but ignored it and arranged a time for me with Kareem.
I called Janna and told her everything and how I had to back out. She said, “Come see me at four at my office. We’ll talk, but first I’ll have a gift for you.”
I did what I always did when stressed… I cleaned.
I ended up at her office at 3:45 and she wasn’t in. So I waited in reception.
She arrived a few minutes after four and breezed past me saying, “Come on in.”
She closed the door behind me, locked it and ordered, “Knees.”
“Janna, yesterday was a….” I began.
She interrupted me. “Now, slut.”
Her tone startled me and I obeyed instantly.
She lifted up her skirt, revealing she had no panties on, and said, “Lick up your present from Kareem.”
“You just saw him again?” I asked, looking at her bare, wet pussy decorated with unmistakeable flecks of white.
“And he told me to give you a sample of what you’ll get on Friday,” she said, as she grabbed my head and shoved it into her pussy.
I wanted to ask what she meant by ‘Friday’ but instead I began licking her pussy… and whatever it’s called when you eat a pussy with cum in it. I knew there was a pastry term for it, she’d mentioned it yesterday, but I couldn’t remember it.
All my strong-willed resistance faded quickly as I licked her pussy. A pussy that I could eat all day.
I licked for a good fifteen minutes, long enough that my knees were sore, before she came. Once she was done, she said, “Sorry it took so long, I already had half a dozen orgasms from Master’s huge cock.”
“Half a dozen?” I questioned.
“He really fucked the hell out of me today,” Janna said. “I think I even passed out for a bit.”
“Wow,” I said, the idea of multiple orgasms from a cock pretty appealing.
As she went to her desk, she revealed, “So my pet, you are expected at the prison trailer at 4PM on Friday.”
“I can’t do that,” I said.
She sighed. “I wasn’t asking your opinion. Master told me to seduce you and bring you to him and I will do precisely that.”
“He did what?” I gasped.
“He wants all the guards’ wives as his personal fuck toys,” she revealed.
“That’s crazy,” I said.
“It is what it is,” she shrugged. “And you’re going.”
“But I don’t want to ruin my marriage,” I protested.
“It’s not ruining mine and it won’t ruin yours. Didn’t Ken get hard when you asked him about this? He told me after he watched me today and came in his pants again he’d even volunteered to set it up for you.”
“Yes.”
“So stop being a whiny bitch. You’re doing this. You need to experience this kind of sex. You deserve it and Ken understands you need it too.”
“But what if it changes everything?” I asked, that being my biggest concern, since Ken was giving me permission to do it, technically it wouldn’t be cheating.
“He’ll love it, just like Dele does,” she stressed. “White husbands are born to be cuckolds for dominant black men and eager white wives.”
“That seems pretty extreme,” I said.
“You saw how great it was when I was fucked by Kareem,” she reminded me.
“It was amazing,” I agreed.
“Now it’s your time to discover true sexual bliss,” she said.
“I want to, but….”
“Shut up. You’re a slut. A cum-hungry whore. A natural submissive who was born to suck black cock, get fucked by black cock and eat black cunt,” she listed, before adding, “and white cunt too. Unfortunately, your true self is trapped behind the mind of a nun.”
“I am not,” I protested.
“Prove it,” she said, moving her feet, not in heels anymore, onto her desk.
“I just ate your cunt,” I pointed out.
“A good first step; now suck on my toes while I type up a few emails,” she ordered.
This surprised me, but seemingly unable to say no to her, I stood up, bent over and sucked on her big toe.
“Good, slut,” she approved, as she began typing away.
I sucked all ten of her toes through her nylons.
I licked the soles of her feet.
Once I was done, she said, “Kareem won’t fuck me again until I bring you along. So I will be at your house at 3:00 and help you get ready, is that clear?”
“I don’t know, I have to check my schedule,” I said, although I never worked on Friday afternoons.
“This is non-negotiable,” she stressed, as she moved her feet off the desk. “You are going. I am taking you. Is that clear?”
“Okay, okay,” I said, knowing I wasn’t going to win this argument. If I were going to back out, I’d need to run away from home on Friday.
“Now be a good bitch and do as you’re fucking told,” she said firmly.
“Okay,” I nodded, sheepishly.
“I’m doing this for your own good, you understand that, right?” she asked.
“Yes,” I nodded.
“I’m also doing it for Ken,” she added.
“I’m not so sure about that,” I smiled.
“Trust me,” she said. “Ken is more excited about your taking a massive black cock than you are.”
“I’m pretty excited,” I protested.
“Then why the whining?”
“Nerves.”
“That I can understand, I was pretty nervous at first,” she admitted. “Now I count down the hours until my next black cock fix.”
“Which is when?” I asked.
“Kareem has some friends I go and visit sometimes,” she admitted. “None are as big as he is, but when you have three black cocks in three holes, it’s pretty exhilarating.”
“No way!”
“Oh yeah, anal sex is amazing. But being double penetrated is utter heaven,” she admitted.
“Ken put a finger in me once and I freaked out in pain,” I admitted.
“Oh, I’ll have you begging for a cock in your ass in a while,” she promised, as there was a knock at her door.
“Come in,” she called out.
The door opened and I gasped. I thought it had been locked while I was serving her.
“Mr. James wants to see you,” the secretary, a woman in her fifties, said.
“I’ll be right there,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am,” the secretary nominated and left.
“She’s a great cunt licker too,” Janna revealed.