He sucked and bit on both my nips before he said, “Your husband is a pathetic wimp, willing to offer you to a black man.” He laughed as he added, “After today you’ll only want more black cock.”
He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor.
I knelt in front of him.
“Go ahead, pull out what you’re dying to play with,” he said smugly.
I obeyed, indeed wanting to see this massive cock up close and personal. It was, after all, why I was here. His Big Black Cock!!!
My hands trembled as I pulled down his orange pants and discovered he too wasn’t wearing underwear.
I gasped.
It had looked huge on the video… up close in real life it was even more majestic… and so far it was completely flaccid.
“Go ahead, feel it,” he offered.
I couldn’t resist. I had to touch it.
I wrapped my hand around it… or I tried. It was thicker than any cock I had seen (I had only ever fucked two guys, but I had blown a few more and jerked off a couple).
I marvelled at the sheer weight of it… thinking it would be a heavy burden to walk around with… like my tits could be.
I stroked it slowly for a minute, completely captivated by the sheer majestic power of it. It was the cock of all cocks.
I didn’t even think about it as I opened my mouth and took it between my lips.
I was amazed at how thick it was… it was really stretching my jaw.
I sucked slowly, barely taking much in as I felt it slowly hardening.
As it did harden I began bobbing some more, drooling all over his cock… slobbering like a dirty bitch in lust.
Finally I had over half of it in and I gagged, knowing there was no way to take all ten-plus inches of this monster.
“Time to train your shoot-chute,” he said, as he grabbed my head and began pushing himself down my throat.
Tears rolled down my eyes.
I choked.
I gagged.
I didn’t resist, but kept trying to cope with this massive member as it violated my mouth.
I wanted to be able to take all of it in.
Soon I was making horrible unnatural noises with each thrust down my throat, only realizing I’d taken it all when I felt his balls resting on my chin, his cock lodged deep down my throat.
I could barely breathe around it.
I was starting to panic when he pulled out and told me to get on all fours on the bed, and by this time I was more turned on than I’d ever been! Janna was right, this state when my pride and self-respect and will power were all broken was the hottest part! .
I climbed on, forgetting I was happily married, forgetting about my grown child, forgetting about my pride or dignity, as I got on all fours and arched my back, offering myself like a bitch in heat.
He moved behind me and I was expecting some teasing, maybe even a bit or oral, but he slammed his entire cock in my cunt without any warmup.
Fuck, it hurt! His cock was spreading my cunt in ways even Janna’s massive dildo hadn’t.
His cock reached depths I didn’t know existed inside me!
His cock was so fucking fat!
His cock was so fucking long!
I clawed at the bed sheets as I tried just to take his massive cock!
He, of course, didn’t care.
He just began fucking me.
He wasn’t making love.
He was pounding my pussy with each rough, forward thrust.
I babbled at first about his taking it out, then I babbled about his having mercy and going slower, and then I began to feel the pleasure begin to consume me and I begged for the opposite: “Harder, fuck your white slut harder!”
“You like my cock, slut?” he asked, grabbing my hips and stopping all motion.
“Yes, yes, I love your big black cock,” I declared, desperate to have him resume reaming me.
“What would you say if your faggot husband was here?” he asked.
I was surprised by the term ‘faggot’, but I responded with the truth, “I’d tell him I’m a white slut slave for black cock.”
“Any black cock?” he asked.
“If they’re all like yours, then fuck yes!” I agreed.
“Ride it, slut,” he ordered and I obeyed, bouncing back on his cock like I was a rocking horse.
In a minute I was coming… my first ever orgasm from a cock. I declared, “I’m coming!”
As I kept bouncing on his cock, I added, “I’ve never come this way before!”
“You’ve never had a real cock before,” he pointed out.
“Yes, yes, you’re way more of a man than my husband,” I babbled, not thinking straight at all… only of the pleasure his cock was giving me.
He then shoved my hips down onto the bed, straddled my body and took control of the fucking as he asked, “Are you going to be my cock slut whenever I want you to come and please me?”
“Yes, yes, any time, sir,” I agreed, as a second orgasm seemed to be rising rapidly even as the first one was barely beginning to finish running its course through me.
“Are you going to crave the guy meat?” he asked, slamming into me so hard, the bed banged loudly against the wall with each forward thrust.
“Oh God, I’ll be fantasizing about your black cock twenty-four seven,” I declared, knowing I was going to be a black cock slut for the rest of my life. I loved my husband, but he couldn’t come close to giving me the pleasure I was receiving right now.
“I said ‘the guy meat’.” he emphasized, stopping this time and even pulling his cock out of me.
I hated the ‘N’ word, but in the heat of the moment, and needing his cock back inside me, I declared, “I’ll do anything for the guy cock in my whitey slut box!”
He slammed back into me and asked, “Will your husband’s tiny white penis, he doesn’t have a cock, ever be able to get you off again?”
I threw my husband under the bus as I admitted, “I’ve never come from his tiny cock.”
He laughed, “Am I the first guy to fuck you to orgasm?”
“Y-y-yes,” I screamed, as a second orgasm hit me… I’d never had multiple orgasms during one sex session.
He flipped me onto my back, a gush of my cum spraying everywhere as he did, spread my legs wide, grabbed hold of my ankles and slammed back into me.
I moaned, “Fuck, my husband would already be asleep by now.”
“Black men have stamina,” he said.
“Fuck yes, you do,” I agreed. As he continued fucking me like the Energizer Bunny.
My tits bounced around like errant basketballs with the force of this thrusts.
“I’m so fucking full,” I declared.
“Your cunt is one of the tightest ever,” he said.
“I was a virgin before today,” I declared, feeling that was the truth.
A third orgasm now rising, I began humping back and forth to meet his thrusts as he asked, “Who owns this cunt?”
“You do,” I offered without hesitation.
“What are you?” he questioned.
“A white slut for big the guy cock,” I admitted, wanting to shock him, to sound like the dirtiest white slut he’d ever had.
“Declare to me you’re my bitch,” he ordered.
Again no hesitation, his cock and my pleasure in complete control of my mind, my third orgasm hit as I declared loudly, “Yes, yes, I’m your fuck slut bitch, sir.”
He flipped me onto my side and fucked me in that position to a fourth orgasm as I came, realizing that what I needed on a deep instinctual level was a commanding, forceful black man who would treat me not like a person but like an object, a sex object to be used as he pleased.
I begged, “Harder, fuck your white bimbo slut harder!”
He pushed me onto my back and shoved his cock back into my mouth. He roughly face fucked me, making me gag some more, until he pulled out and exploded the biggest load of cum I’d ever encountered all over my face!
Six ropes rocketed out of his black cannon and painted my face like I was his canvas.
When he finished shooting, I leaned up and took his cock back in my mouth, nursing it for any more cum that he might have in there.
When he pulled out, I asked, “Can I scoop your cum off my face and eat it, sir?”
“Not until I get my picture,” he said.
“Oh, I….” I began.
“Is there a problem?” he asked.
His tone made it clear my answer needed to be No, and I responded hurriedly, “Take as many pictures of your slut as you wish, Master.” I purposely called him Master for the first time.
“You’re a keeper,” he mused, as the door opened and Janna came in and also took a picture of me with my white splooges of adornment.
“Janna, you have finished your task, you may come in on Tuesday for a special treat,” he said.
“Thank you, Master,” Janna said excitedly, as she joined me on the bed. “You were both so fucking hot!”
“I think I may pass out from pleasure,” I said, falling back next to her.
“Been there,” she laughed, as she scooped a dollop of cum off my face and put it in my mouth.
I eagerly sucked her finger clean and she continued feeding me for a minute.
“Slut Christine, you may return next Friday,” Kareem offered.
“Thank you, Master,” I replied, excited to be offered a second time with him.
“And your husband will get his reward later tonight,” he said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“My cock,” he shrugged. “You do know he’s a cock sucker, don’t you?”
“No!” I gasped.
Janna added, “All the guards are.”
“I don’t understand,” I said.
Janna explained, “He makes each guard into a cock sucker and then denies them access until he takes their wife.”
“Ken… Ken… Ken has sucked your cock?” I asked, as Kareem got dressed.
“He’s a great cock sucker,” he said. “Better than either of you two.”
“But his mouth doesn’t compare to our white cunts, does it?” Janna asked.
“God, no,” he laughed. “Guards’ mouths are just convenient cum receptacles for when I’m alone in my cell.”
“They’d better be,” Janna responded playfully.
“Until next time,” Kareem said, and sauntered out with his orange trousers draped over one shoulder and two of his cum sluts admiring his tight black ass.
“Ken is gay?” I asked, this more shocking than everything I had learned and now just did.
“Not gay,” she corrected. “Just accepting of the sexual hierarchy.”
“Which is?” I asked.
White women and white men serve blacks,” she said, as if it were as simple as that.
“I don’t know what to think,” I said, as I got off the bed and grabbed my dress.
“Give yourself time to process,” she said. “Dele is an eager cock sucker for blacks. Actually, it’s really hot to watch.”
“I’m exhausted and baffled,” I said. “I definitely need some time.”
“Let’s go back to my place and have an early dinner,” she said.
Craving her cunt, I smiled and said, “I hope it’s sushi.”
“Oh, it will definitely be sushi,” she said, before adding, “watching you turn into an insatiable black cock slut was fucking hot.”
“Was there a video of this?” I asked.
“Yep,” she nodded. “I’ll grab our copies from Dele.”
Deciding fuck it, I turned to a camera and said, “Dele, keep filming.”
I then pushed Janna onto her back, spread her legs and devoured her cunt… if Ken was a faggot, then I could be a lez.