MistressMB’s Sissy Slut

I’ve never made a very good man. I know that. With my long hair and big, plump ass. I’ve never managed to get any pussy and always seem to get more attention from men than women. I’m not gay though! I’m definitely straight…or so I thought.

My mum married a jackass named Jerome shortly after she split from my dad. A large, black asshole that constantly made my life a misery. He called me a wimp and a pussy and fucked my mum really loudly, knowing full well I could hear. He made her scream that she loves his big black dick while I tried to sleep in the next room. Fucking prick. I hated him. But there came a time when I was getting…hard at the sounds coming from my mum’s bedroom.

One day, when I was alone in the house, I had to go into her room to find the password to the wifi, she always changes it the paranoid bitch. That’s when I saw a pair of her panties on the floor. They were still slightly wet…I ignored them and tried to find where she had written down the new password but my eyes kept flitting back to the pair of panties on the floor…

In a split section decision, I stripped off and slipped them on. I was shocked by how well they fit me. They slipped over my large ass and small dick perfectly. My ass looked amazing framed by the little piece of black lace.

It felt surreal as I paraded in front of her mirror. I was hynotised by the wobble of my big, white butt. I don’t know what made me spank it the first time, but suddenly, I couldn’t stop. The sudden slap, the warm feeling spreading through me and the jiggle of my flesh made me rock hard in seconds.

I looked amazing, even if I say so myself. As I said, I was aware I didn’t make a good guy, but I was still shocked by how good I looked as…as a girl. My hair suddenly made sense, as did my hairless face and body. My smooth skin, and rediculously petite figure completed the illusion. I had never thought about being with another man until that moment. Suddenly I found myself thinking…about Jerome…and the big black dick my mum shouted about-

I was thrown out of my daydream by a noise in the doorway. I started and spun around, somehow already knowing who was there. My fears proved true as Jerome stood in the doorway. His large, muscular frame was like a wall of dark, smooth flesh preventing my escape. My mouth opened. I tried to talk, to explain. But the words left me. Especially when I noticed something in Jerome’s pants.

“Well, well, well,” Jerome drawled slowly, taking in my near naked body despite my desperate attempted to cover myself. “I knew your mum was a cheap whore, I didn’t realise you were the same.”

“I’m not! I just-” My cheeks were burning red as I scrambled for my clothes.

“Don’t lie to me! I can tell. Look at your cute little dick poking through there.”

“Don’t talk like that!” I tried to say it with conviction, but it only produced a sneer from Jerome. He knew he had me backed into a corner.

“Show a bit of repect, slut.” He didn’t shout it. He just said it slowly and powerfully, which was somehow even worse. “Or I’ll ring your mother and you can try to explain why your prancing around in the knickers I fucked her in last night!”

“No, please don’t,” I whimpered as I covered my body with my clothes. “Please, I’ll do anything.” My mum is the biggest gossip in town. She wouldn’t be able to resist, even if it was her son she was shaming.

“I know you will.” He said as he stepped towards me. I moved backwards a little, but he closed the gap quickly. The enormity of my mistake was hitting me. The surreal feeling had turned into a complete outer body experience. I was light headed, a lump had formed in my throat and my mouth was dry. I had fucked up big time.

He held me close as he released his massive black cock. I tried half heartedly to pull away, but his grip was too strong and my eyes were locked onto his dick. I could feel his sneer. I knew every second I looked longingly at his huge member he was gaining more ammunition on me. But it just looked so…big…and juicy…

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Jerome spoke as if discussing cars rather than his terms of blackmail. “You are going to do everything I say. If you do that, no one will find out about your habit.”

“It’s not a habit,” I moaned softly, trying one last time to get his sympathy, “I was just-”

“Ssssh,” he silenced my by pressing down on my shoulder. I felt my knees give way involuntry. “You may not realise it, but you will soon. I am in control now.”

His cock touched my lips, my first ever taste of dick. I know now that it would not be the last, but back then it was a shock. The warmth of his dick, the musky smell, the salty taste. It took me by surprise. I tried to pull away, to gather myself, but now Jerome’s true colours came through. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me onto his cock. My mouth parted on instict. His head breached my lips followed by the first few inches of his rock hard cock. I gagged slightly, my tongue wriggling around his head trying to find space. I sucked a little and registered the intoxicating taste for the first time. His dick tasted sooooo good! My penis was now pulsing slightly in my mum’s still wet knickers as I bobbed my head up and down over his tip. I was chastising myself in my head. Telling myself to stop. To run. Report him to the police. ‘I’m not gay!’ I repeated to myself over and over as if thinking it enough times will make it true. But the evidence was accumilating. I was there, sucking on my step dad’s cock dressed in my mum’s underwear.

I suddenly realised he wasn’t holding me in place anymore. With a start, It clicked that I was now sucking his cock by choice.

The emotions I felt at that moment were hard to understand. Confusion, lust, fear. And yet, the most overwhelming desire I had was to keep sucking. How crazy is that? I was straight up to that point. I know I was. Was that the moment I cracked? Was that the moment when I could no longer lie to myself? Maybe. All I know is, that was the moment when I wondered. What if his cock went…somewhere else.

I was shaken from my thoughts by a loud moan from Jerome. Jesus, I was getting into the blowjob now. Into my degredation. Somehow, he kept getting harder. The feeling of him in one hand as I desperately licked and sucked him was doing something to me. Turning me into a slut.

“Damn, you sure you’ve not done this before?” My cheeks went redder at the compliment. They felt like they were on fire now from humiliation, shame and arousal. “You’re well on your way to earning my silence.” I wasn’t sure what to do. I was having such fun sucking his massive pole, but I was having other urges. I felt my ass twitching as I imagined the feeling of him…penetrating me. How good would that feel. My hand found my ass and I softly played with myself as I sucked.

“Oh, is that how it is slut?” Jerome said smugly as I lathered his dick with my tongue. “Suddenly realising your true place are you sissy?” I didn’t think it was possible for me to feel more embarassed and yet, I did. “You want my dick in your little boipussy?” I shuddered at his words, in part due to a little bit of disgust as the straight part of me desperately tried to fight, but mostly in lust, craving and arousal. “Is that what you want bitch?”

“Mhmmm…” I murmured around his cock, feeling too embarassed to actually stop sucking and answer him properly. The answer didn’t please him. He grabbed my girlie hair, wrenched me off his cock and slapped me lightly around the face with it.

“I asked you a question slut!” He shouted, his voice rising for the first time. I coward slightly, but his force, his power turned me on even more.

“Y-yes,” I stammered, “Yes. I’d like to try-” He slapped me with his cock again, harder this time.

“You think you can just ask nicely for my cock? No. Beg for it. Tell me where you want it. What you want me to do to you. Then I’ll consider it.”

My mouth opened and closed a few times before I found energy to speak, “I want you to…” the words struggled to come, “F-f-fuck me. I want you to…” I swallowed my pride loudly, “I want you to pound my boipussy…like you pound my mum.” The smile that came across Jerome’s face was of victory, of triumph. He had broken me like he had my mum.

He grabbed my hair and bent me over the bed. “Offer yourself to me.” He demanded.

My body acted by itself. I spread my ass cheecks and tried my best to look seductive. At this point, all fight had just about left me. I was too horny, too curious, too broken to fight back. I wanted to know how he would feel in me. I wanted to know what it would be like to be abused by my beast of a step dad. I My thoughts briefly went to my mum. What would she say if she knew I was asking her husband to pound my girlie ass? For some reason, that turned me on. Maybe next time it’d be my moans keeping HER awake at night.

Jerome had grabbed lube from his bedside table. He covered my ass and sofly rubbed my asshole. It felt good. His large fingers teased the opening and I moaned.

“You’re going to be a good sissy for daddy aren’t you?” He asked as he inserted a finger into my ass. I didn’t reply. I just let out the girliest moan I had ever made. He laughed as he started to finger my ass. “Mmmmm, your ass is so tight. You’re going to have to brace yourself for my cock.”

I jumped slightly as the tip of his cock touched my lubed, slightly loose asshole. The warmth of his dick spread through my body almost immediately and I shivered in ecstasy. He pushed slightly. Nothing happened for a while. Then he pushed harder. With a pop, my ass opened up to his dick. It stung a little and I had to grip the sheets tightly as I yelped in shock and pain. As quickly as it arrived, the pain left and was replaced by a feeling of fullness. My ass was stretched wide, the head of my step dad’s dick firmly planted inside it. Slowly, he pushed even further inside me. The pain reappeared as his cock worked its way into me and I tried to stop him, but he batted my arm away and kept pushing.

“Awh, yeeeeah…fuck me…” I accidently moaned loudly as he pulled his dick out and thrust it back in. His big black cock sent wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through me. My little penis spasmed and I had to concentrate in order to not cum all over myself.

“Don’t worry bitch.” Jerome replied, grabbing a handful of my hair. “I will.”

I didn’t know what I was saying as he picked up speed and properly started pounding my ass. The pleasure of his dick was too much for me and I ended up saying things I never thought I’d say. The pain was all gone now. My ass had loosened for him and the tension had left my body. The feeling of his black dick and him forcing me back onto it using my hair was just too good. My moans were getting louder. My ass was twitching around his cock and my little white clitty was dripping precum. If he kept pounding my ass this good, I was going to cum.

He didn’t though. He stopped and flipped me over.

It only took a second for him to bury himself back inside me. His large black dick filled me up once again and I moaned loudly. I could feel pressure building. He was so deep, he felt so good. I was going to cum.

“Stop,” I panted desperately, trying to push him away, but he was far too strong for me. “Stop, I’m gonna…” Jerome laughed loudly at me, but didn’t stop fucking me.

“Your little clitty going to dribble?” He asked patronisingly. “Well, usually I wouldn’t let a little sissy like you cum. But I suppose you have been good…”

It seems impossible, the thought of cumming from being fucked in the ass. But as I squirmed, moaned and gripped the sheets, it was definitely a reality. Jerome’s moans were getting louder too. He grunted as he pounded me with all his strength. It was all too much. Suddenly, my little willy spasmed hard one final time and I squirted cum over my chest.

“Dirty…little…slut…” Jerome panted as post orgasm tension gripped my body. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the pleasure continued despite my body now being unbelievably sensitive. In one motion, Jerome pulled out of me and moved to my face.

Like a good girl, I opened my mouth wide for him as he jerked himself. His grunts got louder and lourder.

“Do it.” I said, tongue hanging out to him. “Give me that black cum. Mark me as yours.”

My little penis was already softening as his cum drenched my face, going in my hair, covering my tongue. I moaned loudly in satisfaction as he gave me his tasty seed. I hungrily swallowed what landed on my tongue and licked what I could reach off my lips.

“Oh god…” I murmured quietly.

“From now on,” he panted, “that’s exactly what I am to you. You answer to me. You worship me. You do everything I say whenever I say it. From now on your just my sissy slut. Say it.”

“I’m your sissy slut.” I said as I leant in to kiss the tip of his cock and I was shocked when I realised I actually meant it. “I’m all yours.”

“Damn right you are.” He said, throwing my mum’s panties at me. “Use these to clean yourself up. Your mum will be home soon.”

The End

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“Yes Ma’am” the Au-pair of her sons answered fearfully.

“And keep your bald head shaved at all times. Same as your fucking cunt and armpits. I don’t want to see a single hair there.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Audrey was perfectly fine. She had never felt better. In fact, more than anything in the entire world, she wanted to make Sam feel exactly as incredible as she felt. Her entire body tingled with pleasure at the very thought, and her mind couldn’t possibly focus on anything else.

“I feel wonderful,” Audrey replied, her voice low and monotone. “You should feel this way, too.”

Sam furrowed her brows in confusion.

“Hey, um…I’m kind of worried about you,” she said. “Let me look at you super quick. Have you been doing drugs?”

As Sam approached her friend, she noticed how Audrey’s once-hazel eyes were somehow a shimmering shade of dark violet, speckles of white and gold spinning around like cyclones. They were wide open, as if she were staring at something of enormous importance. Or, rather, that she was staring off at absolutely nothing, her mind deep in thought.

Or, perhaps, devoid of it.

“What’s happened to you?” Sam whispered, her voice dripping with concern.

Audrey gently placed a warm hand on Sam’s cheek, producing something long and shiny from her bra with the other. It was glowing gold pendant on a chain, and it appeared before Sam’s eyes so suddenly that her eyes immediately locked onto it. 

“What is that?” she asked, no longer trying to mask the shaky fear in her voice. 

Audrey held the pendant in front of Sam’s eyes and gently rubbed her cheek.

“It’s nothing to be afraid of,” Audrey responded blankly. “It’s your escape. It’s your relaxation. It’s your peace of mind.”

There was something terribly wrong about all of this, Sam knew, and she wanted to look away and grab the phone and call an ambulance for her friend. That pendant, however, was exceptionally captivating. Surely Sam could wait a few minutes before calling for help.

“It strips away your pesky thoughts. Your worries and your doubts. Your fears and your inhibitions. It’s such a good thing, this pendant.”

Sam knew that her friend was right. Why call an ambulance? Clearly, they were both fine. In fact, Audrey looked more relaxed than Sam had ever seen her. 

“It weakens you, removes your will and saps you of your energy. And in their place, it gives you the gift of everlasting bliss.”

It took Sam a good few seconds to realize that she had somehow sunk down to her knees. She felt a tiny bit embarrassed, but it also felt extraordinarily comfortable being down there. Standing up would be so much work at that point…

Suddenly, the pretty gold pendant started moving further and further away from Sam’s eyes. A bizarre fear took over her until she realized that Audrey was simply walking backwards away from her. This somehow didn’t sit well with Sam; the pendant was so wonderful, so freeing, so relaxing and soothing and it took all sorts of bad things away from her brain…she didn’t want to watch it go away.

With her remaining, desperate strength, Sam placed her hands on the floor in front of her and slowly, mindlessly, starting crawling on all fours to the pendant, following Audrey across the room. 

“Now you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Audrey said. This news excited Sam, who felt compelled to wag her tail with pride.

Wait, I don’t have a tail…was the very last thought that Sam had before Audrey reached down and rubbed the area behind Sam’s ears. 

“Master told me to find him another pet,” Audrey said, as her old friend wagged her ass, still staring deep into the mind-melting pendant. “And you’re already coming along so nicely. Master will be very proud of both of us, and then he’ll let us play together. But before I get you a collar, let me finish wiping away every last trace of the old Sam. Would you like that?”

This is a long post, but it details one of my favorite triggers I’ve installed into my doll’s mind, and how it opened up a new kink that neither of us knew we had. It’s also sexy as fuck because it’s 100% true, and just happened a few days ago. Let me just say, for the record, that erotic hypnosis, pet play, BDSM, and Dom/sub relationships are fucking fantastic.

“Pet play” is actually relatively new to hypnosis-slave and I, but if you scroll through her blog you’ll find the clues that lead up to her transforming from a curious young sub to a hypno-slave who will occasionally bark like a dog and lick my mouth enthusiastically. 

She gets annoyed at how often I bring this up, but she always insisted that while she may have been curious about the “pet” dynamic, she never wanted to go so far as to actually bark. In her mind, that was sinking too low, and it was a level of embarrassment that she did not want to get close to.

That’s very important to remember.

Over time, we experimented more and more with what it meant for her to be my pet. However, it wasn’t until I hypnotized her that we realized the full extent of what her mind wanted.

When I tranced her to be my pet, she could only crawl on her hands and knees. Eventually, she couldn’t use speech, and slowly she even found it difficult to nod or shake her head to yes or no questions. I made sure that she was obedient, and that she was a happy little girl. That was all.

That night, the first or second time I hypnotized her to be my pet, I told her to beg for an orgasm. Without so much as a suggestion, she barked. Quietly, and not terribly enthusiastically, but it was there: my doll’s conscious mind hated the idea of barking, but her subconscious mind couldn’t shake how badly she needed it.

Afterwards, she told me that she felt like a completely different person while under and in pet mode, a “Jekyll and Hyde” sort of mental transformation. She could vaguely remember what she was doing, but her entire mindset was completely different. This gave me a twisted idea: I wanted her to be able to slip in and out of pet mode easier, without the need for hypnosis. That’s where her “pretty little collar” comes from.

The trigger is this: Whenever I secure the collar around her neck…whenever she feels it tighten and “lock”…her mind immediately shifts into pet mode, without induction or even persuasion. We’ve done this for a while, and it never gets old watching the aroused embarrassment disappear from her eyes and that big, happy, dumb little smile flash across her face. 

This past weekend, I had plans to make her drink from a doggie dish while in pet mode. I knew she would’ve complied perfectly and happily with the collar around her neck, and one throwaway comment she made the day before made me want to push this scene even further. She offhandedly mentioned that she was slowly finding herself more and more turned on by the idea of humiliation and degradation. Now, by Tumblr’s BDSM standards, our relationship is fairly tame; I don’t slap her face, I don’t inflict violence that would make her bleed or leave scars, and I don’t think I’ve ever actually humiliated her before. We hadn’t talked about or planned anything surrounding degradation, but I suddenly had a much more fun idea for our pet play scene that night.

After a bit of dominating foreplay, I took out the doggie dish. It’s small and silver, very generic. The second I removed it from my bag of tricks, however, I saw my doll’s eyes widen in fear for a split second before she turned her head away. I couldn’t help but smile.

I stood up and took a cold water bottle out of the fridge, emptying half of it into the dish. Still, she looked away.

In her mind, I’m sure she was thinking about the collar being placed around her neck, and all of the animalistic orders she would mindlessly obey with it on. So when I told her to get down on her hands and knees and crawl to the dish with her neck bare, she gave me a shocked and terrified “Are you sure?” glare. I felt my heart beat faster with arousal as she gave me that look; I was very sure.

She was slow to get to her hands and knees, and even slower to crawl the six feet to the dish. She kept her eyes to the ground, never even glancing at the dish until I grabbed her face and forced her to. The look she gave it was the same look she gives the spinning crystal when she’s trying to resist hypnosis: fear, because she knows to resist is useless. 

I told her to drink. She didn’t move for a few seconds, so I told her again, this time forcing her head down into the thing. Her face hovered over the water for a few seconds, her entire independent mindset racing through her mind. She comes from a family of extremely strong-willed women, and her feminism is both deep-rooted and a source of pride for her. She’s a hard worker and a confident person who doesn’t take shit from most people. She is, as a person, very strong.

And here she was, about to drink from a doggie dish like a fucking animal while her Master towered over her.

She took one little slurp, and she only took another when I made her. I saw a slight lump in her throat, and her face was blushing more than I’d ever seen before. I didn’t know what I would’ve done if she started crying; would I have stopped the scene and given her aftercare? Would I have encouraged her gently to keep going? Would I have ignored the tears and kept pushing this scene? Even I, as a Dom, hadn’t much experience with degradation before. 

Instead, I grabbed her by her arm and forced her to her feet. I reached down with two fingers to feel her pussy for two reasons: first, I wanted to make sure that she was getting pleasure from this. And second, if she was, I wanted to keep pushing that humiliation as hard as I could.

I didn’t even have to put my fingers inside of her. Her pussy lips were slick with her juices, practically dripping down her thighs. I’d seen her this wet before, but only a few times, and only during hypnotic orgasms. As a Dom simply experimenting with degradation for the first time, I couldn’t believe it: she was wetter drinking from the dish without the collar on than she was with it on.

I stuck my fingers deep inside, getting them nice and wet, before shoving them into her mouth. “Taste that,” I growled into her ear as she closed her teary eyes and sucked my fingers dry. “Taste how much you love being degraded and used.”

Eventually, I put the collar back around her neck, and the fear and embarrassment evaporated. She happily drank from the bowl like a good pet, she licked my cock thoroughly and enthusiastically like a lollipop, and she barked nice and loud when I finally made her cum. I don’t mean to gloss over that part, because it was insanely sexy, but it’s what happened after I removed the collar again that’s even more important.

I brought her back to her conscious mind and we discussed what had just happened, all while I was still lazily playing with her body. In time, as we do, casual conversations and lazy foreplay eventually led to me finger fucking her again. I looked deep into her eyes and told her what a good little dumb doll she was, how obedient a hypno slave and how wet of a slut she was for me. And as I brought her closer to orgasm, as I felt her wet pussy tighten against my knuckles, she let out a loud “BARK!”

We were both caught by surprise at this, of course. Her collar wasn’t on, and I hadn’t tranced her at all. But the second she barked, I felt her pussy grow even wetter, and her orgasm was so intense that she almost doubled over in beautiful agony. 

Her subconscious mind made her bark because she knew it made her feel lower than me, because it made her feel embarrassed and humiliated and degraded. In that moment, all of the pressures of being an independent and hard-working modern woman were completely and thoroughly stripped away, and for the first time in her life, she came as if she was literally nothing more than a series of holes to be used.

The Test...

Danny drained the remnants of his beer from the bottle, his eyes and thoughts on his attractive blonde wife standing at the beach-bar a few yards away. A sudden breeze opened her wrap-around skirt briefly allowing him to get a flash of her tanned thigh and panties. There were others sitting around tables as the evening sunset began to take hold but no-one else seemed to notice the sudden flash of naked flesh.

The barman who was serving her didn’t get a look either; it was difficult from his vantage point. Danny had no doubt though that the barman would have liked to have seen what he had seen; he knew the look of lust when he saw it. He had seen that look when they first arrived three days ago and he had seen his eyes light up every time they had paid a visit to the bar which lay a few hundred yards from their apartment. It was clear to him that the Jamaican bar owner had the hots for Claire, his wife.

They were talking about him though. Every now and then they would look across at him. Danny began to feel a little disconcerted as well as curious. He knew Claire well; they had been together for ten years now, eight of which as man and wife; they also had two children together, so he knew that the look on her face was serious. Still, he sat there watching them talking; waiting patiently for her to return with their drinks.

It was almost ten minutes later when she moved away from the bar and her admirer, and came back to the table.

“You were deep in conversation there?” Danny said as she sat down. She ignored his question. “You know when you booked this holiday how did you actually find this place?” She asked him.

“I told you,” He replied. “on the internet.”

“I know but where?” She asked him again.

Danny shrugged his shoulders. “I just googled adult holidays.”

“Adult?”

“Yes as in adults only.” He replied. “Why?”

“Adult as in adult?” She asked.

“Adult as in no children.” He told her. “That’s what we wanted after last year’s disaster in Orlando.”

She knew what he meant. Last year they had ended up in a family resort full of hyperactive kids and it had ruined their intended rest and relation break. Though they had children of their own and enjoyed holidaying with them there were times when they needed quality time together.

“But did they say anything else about the resort here?” She asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders again as he took a swig of beer. “I didn’t bother going into much detail. It was a last minute deal.” He replied. “We always fancied Jamaica anyway so I just booked it. Why, don’t you like it here?”

Claire leant forward and spoke quietly. “Do you notice anything about the place?”

Danny looked around him quickly. “Yes, no kids.”

“Look closer.” She told him.

Danny looked around again. The two closest tables to them each had two white couples with a black male sat with them. There were two more tables with a lone white male; there were a couple more tables with white women sat with black males and then there was a large crowd around three tables put together. The crowd consisted of six white females with six black males.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Looks pretty normal to me.”

Just as he finished speaking a white woman and a black male appeared from the direction of the apartments walking hand in hand. They brushed past them as they sat down at one of the tables that had a lone white male sat at it. The man had a smile on his face as he stood up and gave the woman a kiss. “Have a good time darling?” They heard him say.

The woman said something that they could not hear clearly and then she said more loudly “How about getting Ezra and me a drink.”

Danny looked at Claire. The penny was beginning to drop. Claire leaned forward “Joe was telling me that this resort is a haven for cuckolds” She said quietly.

“Cuckolds?” Danny asked, trying to be as quiet as Claire.

“Married women come here for a break without their husbands and some husbands like to accompany their wives and allow them to sample the local males!”

The blood drained from Danny’s face. “How……how…..do you know that?” He asked her.

I told you.” She replied. “Joe told me.”

“He……he….he doesn’t think we’re like that does he?” Danny asked.

“Well, he did ask if you’re a cuckold but I soon put him right on that.” She answered. “He’d like to cuckold you though!”

“He can bugger off!” Danny snapped back.

Claire smiled and leaned forward to give him a reassuring kiss. “But you do like to fantasize about me with another man, don’t you?.” She teased softly.

“Yeah…but it’s just a fanta…” He started to say. ‘Wait, you’re not suggesting that you actually want to try it are you??”

Claire smiled. “Well……if the opportunity arose…”

Danny had no chance to respond because Joe suddenly appeared with a tray of drinks. “On the house.” He said as he put the tray down.

Joe held out his hand “I’m Joe and you must be Danny.” He said before pulling up a chair. Danny began to feel uneasy as he sat down between him and Claire. “That’s me done for the night.” He said as he sipped on his drink.

The three people from a table behind got up and walked passed them; the white woman and the black male held hands and the white male followed on behind. The black male spoke to Joe as he walked passed and Joe said “I will, have a nice time my friend.”

Danny looked at the white male following them; he wore shorts that had a prominent bulge in the front. “There goes one happy cuckold.” Joe commented.

Danny felt uncomfortable. He knew that Joe wanted to cuckold him and he also knew that Claire would do it if given the chance. “Maybe he isn’t happy.” Danny said. Joe laughed “Did you not see his stiffy?” He said. “A cuckold will always have a stiffy when his wife or girlfriend is with another man.”

“Have you cuckolded many men Joe?” Claire asked.

Danny was shocked that she would ask such a question.

“Yes.” He responded looking at Danny.

Danny looked away.

“What do you get out of it apart from the obvious?” Claire asked him.

It’s a combination of things.” He said as he sipped his drink.”But like my friend just then, I do get a buzz in that situation, taking the wife away to pleasure her and having her husband as an onlooker with a stiffy.”

“He did look excited.” Claire commented. “Do they always get that excited?” Joe smiled. “You bet.” He replied. “It’s the first sign that they enjoy being cuckolded. We always call it the cuckold test.”

“The cuckold test?” Claire asked.

“Well if you’re with a couple for the first time and you’re paying the wife some attention and the husband gets a stiffy then you know that he’s up for it. He’s a cuckold.” Joe explained.

Danny was feeling more uncomfortable now as he sensed Joe gazing down at his crotch.

“So if the husband gets a stiffy in that situation then he somehow enjoys being cuckolded?” Claire asked him. Joe nodded. “Well put it this way. If that guy we just saw didn’t want it to happen he would be dragging my friend off his wife. He wouldn’t be following on behind with a stiffy would he?”

“No, I guess not.” Claire replied looking at Danny.

“You’re very quiet Darling!”

“Maybe Danny’s afraid that he’d pass the cuckold test…” Joe said with a smile. Danny gave a nervous laugh. “I doubt it.” He said.

“So you’re up for taking it then?” Joe asked him.

“I doubt if Claire would even want me to take that test, whatever such a test would involve.” Danny replied.

“Yes, how would you test him?” She asked.

“Let’s go back to your apartment and I’ll show you.” Joe relied.

For a few moments Claire and Danny just looked at each other. Danny knew that he should end it there and then but there was something about Claire’s interest that intrigued him. Yes, it was true that sometimes in moments of fantasy he would think about her with another man. There was an occasion a couple of years back when some guy had hit on her in a hotel they were staying at. She had gone down to the bar ahead of him and a guy approached her and started to chat her up. He was quite an attractive guy and was quite blatant in his interest in her. The guy looked quite disappointed when he appeared on the scene. Whether she had been teasing or not; she had told him that if she had been single she would have gone off with him. Her confession excited him and it put some extra vigour into their fucking that night.

“So, you willing to take the test?” Joe asked him directly.

Danny made no effort to respond.

“I’m up for it if Danny is.” Claire said.

Danny felt a hint of sexual excitement come over him. “Sure, why not…” He found himself saying.

A few minutes later and with their drinks downed, the three of them headed off to the apartment. Danny made a point of grabbing Claire’s left hand as they walked away; there was no way that he was going to walk on behind them. However, Joe reached for her other hand and Claire found herself walking with two men. “Hmm this is quite nice being taken home by two men!” She said.

Danny said nothing throughout the short journey to their apartment. He was in a state of nervous excitement and confusion. One part of him wanted to see Joe just disappear and leave them alone but there was another part that found excitement in seeing him holding on to his wife’s hand. Claire on the other hand seemed quite cool about the whole situation.

When they got back to the apartment Claire opened a bottle of white wine and they all nervously stood in the kitchen quietly drinking. It was Claire who spoke first “So what’s this test then?”

Joe put his glass down. “Have you got a dressing gown sash or maybe we can use Danny’s belt.” He said looking down at Danny’s waist.

“Use the belt.” Claire said.

“We also need a chair in the lounge.” Joe said.

“Can you bring one in please darling?” Claire said as she led the way.

Danny had already figured out that some kind of restraining was going to be involved and it came as little surprise when he was asked to sit down on the chair that was placed in the center of the room.

“Would you like to undo his belt Claire?” Joe asked her.

Danny meekly sat down and allowed Claire to unbuckle his belt and withdraw it. As she handed it to Joe he moved behind the chair and asked Danny to put his hands through the bars at the back of the chair. Again Danny meekly surrendered himself and moments later his hands were firmly secure to the chair.

“Would you take down his pants please Claire?” Joe asked as he stood up. Neither of them said anything as she pulled his trousers and his boxers down around his ankles. Danny felt vulnerable and very nervous as he sat there with the two of them standing beside each other looking down at him.

Suddenly Joe put his arm around Claire.

“Now then Danny.” He started to say as he gave her a hug.

“Claire and I are going to do some making out and if you get a stiffy from watching us then I’m gonna take that as a “yes” to fuck your wife.”

Danny’s jaw dropped.

Joe hugged her again “That okay with you?” He asked.

“Yes, but we fuck upstairs…not down here.” She told him.

Claire’s language shocked Danny.

“And if I remain like this you’ll stop?” Danny asked him.

“Yes.” Joe replied. “As soon as time’s up, I’ll stop.”

“How long do I get though?” Danny asked.

“I reckon you’ll have a stiffy within five minutes but let’s make it ten.” Joe told him. “I won’t get hard.” Danny told him defiantly.

Joe pulled away from Claire and leaned over Danny, resting his hands on the both arms of the chair. “Danny my friend, by the time I get to your wife’s pussy you’ll not only be stiff but you’ll also be dribbling cum.” Joe told him.

Danny shifted awkwardly in his seat as Joe stepped back to be greeted by a kiss from Claire. It shocked him to see her kiss another man; not just any old kiss but a long passionate kiss. She was smaller than Joe so she had to reach up and wrap her hands around the back of his neck to pull him down to her height. The kiss lasted a few minutes and then Claire broke away and moved back to the settee.

Joe joined her and they quickly got back into an embracing kiss. Once again Claire kissed him with passion; running her hands through his short black hair before running a hand down his muscular arm and resting on his thigh. Danny breathed in heavily as he saw her hand resting on his thigh. Joe responded by resting his hand on her waist. For a few moments they continued to kiss with passion and then she glanced over to Danny. Her focus though was not on his face but on his groin.

Danny glanced down. His cock was still flaccid lying snugly between his closed thighs but he was afraid. The horror of watching her kiss another man was wearing off now and he could feel stirrings; sensual stirrings. He feared those stirrings would make his cock stiffen and he knew that once that happened they would fuck; of that he had no doubt.

“Am I allowed to touch?” She asked as she turned her attention back to Joe. Joe smiled. “Feel free to do what you like.” He told her. “Whatever you think will give him a stiffy.”

Danny felt those stirrings again. He watched as her hand moved across his lap and rested on his bulge. He closed his eyes to try and shut himself off but Claire spoke. “Do you have a big one?” She asked.

Danny’s eyes opened in horror.

“See for yourself.” Joe said as he stood up. Joe was simply dressed in a long t-shirt and a pair of knee length shorts. Danny watched as Claire’s hand went up to the belt buckle. He didn’t think that she would do it; he didn’t think that she even had it in her to do such a thing; after all she hardly knew anything about the man but she unbuckled his belt strap and loosened the waistband of his shorts.

As she tugged on them she glanced across at Danny. Once again her focus was not on his face but on his cock. Her eyes remained focused on his cock as she pulled Joe’s shorts slowly down over his thighs. Danny managed to hold on to his thoughts as he desperately tried to keep himself from getting caught up in the erotic spectacle. “Wow…you are big.” He heard her say to Joe.

Danny found it impossible to keep himself from looking up; found it impossible from looking at his wife holding another man’s cock in her hand. Her white hand looked so small against the huge thick black cock; so small it could barely wrap itself around it. Danny could feel himself starting to stir now; he knew that was starting to lose this battle.

He tried his best to focus his thoughts elsewhere but Claire was making it more and more difficult. “Can I suck it?” He heard her say.

He watched Joe’s large brown hand rest on his wife’s shoulder. “Babe you can do whatever you want with my cock.”

As her lips folded around the bulbous tip of Joe’s cock she turned and looked across at Danny. This time she looked him in the eye; she was taunting him; she was teasing him; she was seeing his cock slowly start to lift itself off his thighs. Danny closed his eyes; he wanted to put other thoughts inside his head; any thoughts; anything but the thought of his wife sucking another man’s cock. It was becoming a hopeless battle.

He opened his eyes again only to see Joe’s hands fondling Claire’s breasts through her thin top. He watched him take her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers to arouse her. He knew just how sensitive her nipples were; he knew just how aroused she became when he did that. He felt his penis stiffening again. Danny closed his eyes.

The rustling of clothes drew his attention back to them and he opened his eyes to see Claire standing and Joe pulling her top over her head. It had hardly had time to hit the floor before he had unhooked her bra. Danny watched Joe lower his face to her breasts and he just managed to close his eyes before the first kisses were released. He could hear them; he could hear the sound of lips against flesh and he could also hear the sounds of soft moans; Claire’s soft moans of ecstasy.

He heard the rustling of clothes again and found himself unable stop his eyes from opening. It was Joe kneeling on the floor now; it was Joe’s hands dealing with a belt buckle now; Claire’s skirt belt buckle to be precise. He watched her skirt slide gracefully down her thighs to the floor to leave her standing there in just a pair of white panties. Joe’s large dark skinned hands reached up to the waistband of them just as Danny felt something cold dripping onto his thighs. He looked down; his cock was stiff and leaking precum. The battle was lost.

Danny let out a groan; a groan of despair that brought their attention to him. Claire stepped out of her panties, bent down to pick them up, and took hold of Joe’s cock to lead him across the room to where Danny was seated. Claire said nothing as she stooped down and kissed him gently on the lips. She looked him in the eyes and after dropping her panties in his lap she led Joe by the cock to the door.

Danny groaned again as he watched them leave the room. He heard them climb the wooden stairs up to the bedroom and then heard the noise of the bed springs. For a few moments there was only silence coming from upstairs but then he heard soft moans coming from Claire. The increasing volume of her moans and the sound of the rhythmic bed spring movements told him that they were fucking.

He glanced down at his groin. His erect cock had Claire’s panties dangling from it and they served to help soak up his cum. He tugged on his hands; he wanted to free them; he wanted to masturbate, Danny was desperate for relief but he could do nothing except listen. Listen to sounds coming from upstairs; the sounds of the creaking bed springs; the sound of the headboard hitting the wall; the sounds of sex; the sounds of his wife having sex with another man.

Then there were the cries and moans. Claire was screaming now; screaming out obscenities; screaming out in passion. He could hear her crying out about Joe’s big cock; hear her crying out about how good it was; hear her telling him, begging him even to fill her. He could also hear Joe. Joe too was vocal; groaning and grunting in his poundings; telling her that he was coming; telling her he was going to fill her pussy. Those final screams and groans were almost deafening and then there was silence.

The silence was almost as deafening as the screams had been. It lasted for what seemed like ages and then he heard Joe’s voice. He couldn’t make out what he was saying but he could picture him lying on top of her, talking while still deep inside her. He could also hear the sounds of the rhythmic bed spring movements again. Joe was fucking her again.

Danny cursed under his breath; Joe was fucking his wife again; showing off his prowess; showing off his virility. He had never fucked her so quickly in succession; he wasn’t capable. He cursed again. Claire was starting her screaming again; he had never heard her so vocal during sex; never known her to enjoy sex like this before. But Danny wasn’t Joe; Danny didn’t have a huge thick cock like Joe; Danny didn’t have the sexual appetite that Joe had, Danny couldn’t please his wife like Joe could. Danny cursed again.

He wanted to drown out their sounds; wanted to put his fingers in his ears to drown out the screams and obscenities flowing from Claire as she neared another climax. He also wanted to cum; he wanted to masturbate; he wanted to take hold of his cock and stroke it to the rhythm of Joe’s pounding. He wanted to release his cum alongside Joe. That was impossible of course. He was bound; tied to a chair; unable to touch himself; unable to free himself; unable to enjoy the pleasures that Joe was experiencing.

He could hear Joe coming; he could hear Joe screaming that he was coming; he could hear him warn his wife that he was about to fill her and he could hear Claire screaming “Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss”

The silence lasted longer this time. At one stage he thought they had fallen sleep but then he heard the sound of the bed springs moving; they were disengaging. He could hear their voices; talking softly; talking slowly. He heard Claire giggle; he also heard them kiss and then he heard the sound of feet hitting the floor.

He was afraid now; he could hear them coming down the stairs. What would happen next? What would they say? What would he say?

He looked up at them as they entered the room; hand in hand and naked. His eyes fell to Joe’s groin. His cock was still half erect; glistening and wet; covered with his wife’s juices as well as his own cum. Claire smiled and bent down to kiss him. “You okay darling?” She asked.

He gave a faint smile. He was so pleased to see her; he wanted to kiss her properly; he wanted to take her in his arms; he wanted to love her. She reached for his cock and lifted her panties from it. There was an embarrassing pool of cum around the base of his cock.

“You’re excited then?” She asked him.

He said nothing, there was nothing he could say.

Joe was standing by her side with his arm around her waist and all he could do was stare down at Joe’s cock. “Did you like listening to us fuck?” She asked him as she wrapped the panties around his cock.

Danny groaned.

“You know that you’re my cuckold now don’t you?” She told him as she started to move her hand up and down his shaft.

He groaned again.

“Joe has made a cuckold out of you. You do know that don’t you?” She taunted as her hand movements quickened.

“Yesssssssssssss…” Danny replied.

“You don’t mind if he fucks me regularly on this holiday do you?” She taunted again.

“Nooooooooooooo…” He groaned.

“Tell him darling.” She said. “Tell him he can fuck me whenever he wants.” She taunted as her hand movements brought him closer to coming.

Danny groaned.

“Tell him darling. Tell him.” She said. “Tell him that I’m his to fuck whenever he pleases…”

Danny groaned then cried out as he started to cum.

Claire pumped his cock harder and he screamed out again. “That’s a good boy.” She told him as his cum gushed out and spilled over her hand.

As she wiped up the last drops of his cum he noticed a trickle of cum running down the inside her thighs. That was Joe’s cum. While he had only cum on his wife’s damp panties, Joe had had the luxury of coming inside a nice tight warm pussy; his wife’s nice tight warm pussy.

Joe was quick to notice it too. Breaking away from Claire he went behind the chair and untied Danny. “A good cuck always goes down on his wife and cleans her up after she’s been fucked by another man.” Danny told him.

Danny had never done anything like that before; he had never even had the inclination to. He had wiped her pussy with tissue afterwards but he never cleaned her up with his tongue before. Just like his cuckolding though, he was being led to doing new things; led to places that he didn’t really want to go. Claire sat back on the settee with legs apart and Joe led Danny to the edge of the settee and made him kneel.

“That’s it darling.” She said taking him by the head. “You clean me up. Clean up all Joe’s lovely cum.”

Danny poked out his tongue and tentatively touched her cum covered pussy lips.

It was thick, creamy and salty. Claire’s hand pulled his face tightly against her. His cheeks became covered in the sticky remnants as he delved deeper inside her with his eager tongue. As well as cleaning her up though he realized that he was also arousing Claire; her fingers dug into scalp and she started gyrating her groin into his face. He could also hear her cries of ecstasy.

He wasn’t the only one aroused either; glancing to his side he saw Joe standing there stroking his cock as he watched them. It was fully erect again and it looked menacing and threatening. Claire had also noticed his arousal and reached out to hold his cock. “Please fuck me again Joe…please, just fuck me” He heard her say.

She pushed Danny away; his services were dispensed with; she wanted cock now. He thought that maybe he would take her upstairs again but no, he took her right there on the floor. He made her kneel on all fours with her face down and then climbed up behind her. Grabbing her hair, he pushed his cock deep inside her and began to fuck her violently.

Danny stood back watching him take her; watching him pound her ferociously from behind. He also watched him treat her roughly. Joe pulled at her hair with one hand and slapped her thigh hard with the other. He shouted at her to move her ass; calling her a whore in the process. Danny had never used rough treatment like this on her.

He watched her thigh get redder and redder and he heard Claire scream louder and louder but she wasn’t in pain. Claire was loving every thrust of Joe’s cock; loving every hard slap on her thigh; loving every tug of her hair and loving every name he called her. Suddenly the slapping stopped and the hair pulling ceased as Joe used his hands to grip her thighs instead. Claire’s screams became almost deafening as he pounded her without mercy until he came again.

Danny stood back and looked on in awe as they collapsed back onto the settee together. He had never seen anything like it in his life.

It was over an hour later when Claire stepped out the bath after a long soak. He helped her to dry herself before she slipped into bed beside him. Danny wanted her; he was horny; he wanted to make love to her but he knew that Claire was in no fit state to fuck again that night as she cuddled up in his arms and closed her eyes.

Late, next afternoon as they were both relaxing on the beach, enjoying the late afternoon sun, Joe emerged from the bar and walked down to them. He acknowledged Danny before bending down and giving Claire a kiss on the lips. He whispered something in her ear and she smiled, got up and took his hand. After a kiss on the lips from his wife, Danny watched them walk away back towards the apartments. He felt his cock stiffen. Once again he had passed the cuckold test.

Suddenly he felt someone’s presence next to him. “Mind if I join you?” A voice said. “My name’s Warner.”

Danny took hold of the outstretched hand and shook it.

“Danny.” He said.

“My wife’s away getting what yours is about to get.” Warner said as he sat down.

Saturday was my birthday. Hubby asked what I wanted as a gift … said I could have anything … kept emphasizing everything, like I didn’t already know he’ll bend over backwards for me. After failing to find a third on our anniversary night out, not mixing it up with someone else all summer long or dominating my hubby much all summer (kids not in school), I think my desires to be naughty had hit a boiling point and I wanted everything all at once.

I told him I wanted to have a new sexual experience, something with many people … but not a gang bang with a line of guys. What hubby came up with was absolute perfection.

We went to an out-of-state music festival (rock, bluegrass and alternative – a really cool mix) on a 100+ acre corn field that went all day and night. And we camped onsite!

I figured more guys would entertain hooking up with me if they thought I was some middle aged recent divorcee acting out on my birthday, rather than cuckolding my husband who was with me. So throughout the day hubby pretended to be everything from another stranger, all the way to being my gay friend. His job was to chat up good looking guys, tell them my story and how I was hoping to hook up, and then introduce me if they reacted positively.  I told the interested guys how my ex-husband had been so into porn where women got fucked rough and dirty … and had tried to get me to fuck other guys … that now I wanted to punish him by doing those things … just not with him. That led to countless conversations about all kinds of potential dirty things that “my ex was into,” which were really set ups to get the guys thinking they could get extra dirty with me. Conversations about sex in portapotties, by a campfire, in the dirt in a farm field, watersports, anal, choking, BDSM, DP, etc., you name it.

Conversation after conversation would end with me saying something like “you talk a good game. How about you show me?”

Throughout the day and night I hooked up with a total of 12 guys! I got fucked in a tractor … blew a guy in a portapotty and kept sucking him while he drained his pee into me … I got fucked in the dirt next to a campfire – covered in dirt, which turned to mud after he peed on me at the end. I got fucked under the stage while a band played. I got fucked face-down in a small creek.  Fucked in the ass in my tent and then sucked his filthy cock clean after he blew in my ass. And so many more.

Hubby would always watch quietly / secretly, and when the guy was done with me and left me there - that would be hubby’s time to lick me clean head to toe … making me orgasm just once every time. Normally I can ride a wave of 5-10 orgasms, but I didn’t want to wear myself out … I wanted to keep wanting, so I could keep playing.

The absolute best of the night was a guy we met around 10pm. He said he was a bisexual dominant and had been the third in several cuckold relationships. So hubby let him in on the secret of what he and I were really doing. Now it was game on!

The three of us snuck off from the party towards a horse barn on the edge of the property.  Our new dominant friend – who I’ll just call Dom - made hubby crawl the whole way! And he made us both take the walk naked.

Dom was a pretty sadistic guy with one of the largest cocks I’ve ever taken – and unlike everyone before him who was all about a quick pump and dump, Dom took his time working us both over. We were in that barn with him for almost two hours!

It was dark in there. Only the glow of distant camp fires and a small moon illuminated the dusty, dank interior of that place. It felt, looked and smelled ominous. Dark shadows of looming structures we didn’t understand … chains with hooks hanging on the wall for god knows what. Whereas getting fucked in a tent was fun, in a creek was earthy, in a portapotty was slutty … this felt terrifying and almost evil. It was EXACTLY what I wanted.

He started by tying hubby up hanging from a rafter, suspended just enough so that he could barely reach the floor even on his tippy toes … and that left him struggling and slowly spinning in circles. Dom took the leather reins from some horse tack he found and demonstrated for me how he wanted me to whip hubby … pretty brutally … then handed them to me.  Rarely did I whip hubby hard enough for our new Dom … who would then whip me with his own set of reins when he thought I wasn’t mistreating hubby enough. Both hubby and I were sobbing and covered head to toe, front and back, in welts. I begged Dom for mercy with a desperation and sense of submission I’ve never experienced before. He made me kiss his filthy feet while I begged him, which I normally would have found repulsive and never done … but this felt right.

Dom stopped the whipping and moved a barrel in front of hubby. Then he bent me over the top of it … my ass facing hubby … but just far enough away that although his cock could enter me most of the way if he managed to stay in the right position, that was extremely difficult. When I pushed back on hubby to get him deeper inside me, that backward pressure would make hubby’s suspended body swing backwards and twist in circles. It was such a frustrating tease.

Meanwhile, our new Dom was rummaging around in the “office” area of the barn and came out with a box of mystery items, which scared but excited the hell out of me. First he spun me around on the barrel, so hubby and I were now facing each other … my mouth within inches of hubby’s cock. Then out of the box he pulled some clothespins, which he put on hubby’s nipples.

Then out of the box he pulled several horse brushes with rough bristles that he used to work over our exposed, welted skin … including our private parts, which were getting quite raw from the whipping and now brushing .. and which for me was doubly painful, since I was already swollen from having sex so many times that day.

Dom shoved the head of hubby’s cock into my eager mouth and then proceeded to viciously pull and hit hubby’s balls until hubby was crying again. But the worst (or best?) part of it was that while Dom did that, he verbally ridiculed hubby, telling him that after tonight hubby won’t need those balls anymore because his slutty little wife (me!) was going to be in love with him and never see hubby as a real man again. But that would be okay for hubby, because he would also be in love with Dom too, and all hubby would ever want again is also to be Dom’s little fuck toy.

Then Dom moved to me .. behind me. Still bent over the barrel, he made me spread my legs uncomfortably wide and alternated between fingering my g-spot and spanking my clit and pussy lips with the brushes.

I still hadn’t seen his cock yet … and I was begging for it! And he finally obliged. He stood next to hubby and took off his pants. I gasped at his massive cock – the only time I tried taking something that big, I’d failed miserably. But tonight was something new – there was no can’t. I knew Dom wouldn’t allow it.

Dom knew that standing next to hubby would make hubby’s average dick appear inadequate … and so while he stroked both hubby and himself .. growing even larger as he stiffened in his hand … he made me humiliate hubby by choosing which cock I liked better, which one I wanted inside me, which one was a truly manly cock, etc. He shoved hubby’s cock in my mouth, deep to the hilt, causing me to gag just a bit on his 6 inches. And then he shoved his cock in my mouth  - I could barely open wide enough to take his girth … and forget about the length. I gagged immediately, but he continued to slowly forced himself deeper and deeper … telling me to breathe through my nose … to relax … taking his time inch by inch. Meanwhile he stroked hubby’s cock and verbally teased him too, saying things like “you love to watch your wife take real men don’t you. You get off on being her cuckold, don’t you? You want to see me wreck your slutty little wife with this cock? Beg me to … beg me to wreck her.” And hubby begged. And I kept getting that big cock shoved deeper into my throat … until I threw up. 

I normally would have been angry someone did that to me, but with Dom I felt ashamed. I apologized to him and he just pet my hair and called me a good girl.

Dom then swung hubby forward a bit and put hubby’s cock back in my mouth. He ordered me that whatever happens, I couldn’t let hubby’s cock escape my mouth … that I had to hold him there using only my mouth to prevent him from swinging backwards – even if that meant I had to hold him in place with my teeth. 

Dom then went behind me and began teasing my pussy with the head of his cock, rubbing it all over, spreading my juices all around … gradually pushing more of himself inside me to ease me open, before pulling out again, and repeating. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but I couldn’t. I wanted to moan out loud, but had to do it muffled with hubby’s cock as my gag. Every time I did moan, hubby’s cock stiffened more with the vibrations.  

And when our new Dom fully penetrated me, it felt like he was ripping me open. I screamed and bit down on hubby’s cock so hard that he screamed with me. And that just made our Dom laugh, like that was exactly what he had planned. Dom took it easy on me at first … long, slow, increasingly deep thrusts. I lost hubby’s cock from my mouth, because it had gone limp from the pain of being bitten every time Dom hit my cervix. 

Dom fucked me like this for what seemed like forever. It was savage and it was everything I could do to open my eyes at times to make eye contact with hubby. That’s when Dom reached his forearm under my neck and pulled my upper body into an arch back toward him. He was choking me … but at the same time exposing my welted and abused front side for hubby to see. Dom looked right at hubby and said “this is what your slut needs and what you’ll never be able to give her.”

Then Dom slid out of me, leaving me to collapse on the barrel, my legs unable to support me. Then he cut hubby down and put us both on the ground kneeling before him. He took the clothes pins off of hubby’s nipples and put them on mine. They immediately brought tears to my eyes.

Dom made us work in tandem to lick and suck him … and honestly it was a kind of romantic to do it with hubby, kissing each other, sharing each other’s spit off of Dom’s cock, tasting me together. We felt connected and loving and that made hubby’s cock spring back to life. While we sucked him, Dom told us that next he was going to fuck one of us in the ass by the end of the night and we should decide who. And that was a terrifying thought to both of us, because I could barely stretch my mouth wide enough to fit him … and my pussy was still burning from being impaled on him. But as terrified as I was, I was more terrified for hubby … and the look on hubby’s face showed me he knew it too – because between the two of us, hubby is the ass slut … hubby takes bigger things than I do … and as my sub, we both knew it was hubby’s ass that was going to get wrecked tonight.

“Who will it be slut? You or your slave?” Dom asked … and I replied “my slave Sir.”

Dom ordered me to lay down on the ground on my back, and then he positioned hubby on all 4s above me … facing my feet with his cock pointed at my mouth. Dom ordered me to keep hubby happy – but not so happy he cums. And while I sucked hubby, Dom pulled a jar of Vaseline out of his box of scavenged items and began fingering hubby’s ass. First one finger he announced … hubby groaned with pleasure and his cock stiffened more in my mouth. Two fingers he announced, and hubby gasped as they slipped inside … and whimpered as Dom began spreading his fingers wide in order to open his hole. Two fingers was still nowhere near the size of Dom’s girth. Three fingers he said … and as he pushed them in, hubby collapsed down onto me, unable to keep himself on all 4s, which drove his cock balls-deep into my throat.

As I struggled to breathe with hubby’s cock in my throat, hubby struggled at everything! Dom was getting rougher now … pulling his 3 fingers all the way out, before driving them back in deep. I could tell it was all hubby could do to not back out out of this.

And that is when suddenly instead of Dom shoving his fingers in again, there was his cock instead. And with one brutally swift and surprising move he pushed his cock inside hubby and drove himself all the way in. Hubby cried out screaming that he couldn’t take it .. to which Dom said “but you already took it. And you will keep taking it.” Just as slowly as he fucked me, he began fucking hubby. And slowly but surely hubby adjusted and was beginning to enjoy it. His erection came back in my mouth and he was able to push himself up on his knees again so he wasn’t smothering me.

I loved being under them … looking up at Dom’s huge shaft … disappearing into hubby and then reappearing and blocking out the little light like an eclipse … his balls slapping into my husbands. Hubby desperately begged Dom to cum in his ass … and I could tell from the sounds of Dom’s breathing that he was going to oblige. Dom began fucking harder, more brutally, talking dirtier, began choking hubby with his arm under his neck in a cross bar… like he’d done to me … growling about hubby taking all his cum. Hubby was screaming … Dom was giving some kind of guttural yell … and I was sucking hubby’s cock with everything I was worth, totally forgetting that I’d been ordered not to let hubby cum. And hubby and Dom exploded in orgasm at the same time – Dom filling hubby’s ass and hubby filling my mouth.  I had never swallowed this much of hubby’s cum before.

That’s when I felt Dom grab my hair and pull me back and up. He looked down in my eyes and said “you made him cum didn’t you slut? You’re going to pay for that. When I pull out of your slave’s ass you are going to immediately put your mouth on it and clean him … clean every drop of my cum out of him.”

I had never eaten freshly fucked ass before .. and honestly find it a bit gross when hubby does it to me. But before I had time to think, Dom was pulling out and simultaneously shoving my face into hubby’s ass. And like a good girl, with Dom’s large hand still firmly entwined in my hair, shoving my face between hubby’s cheeks, I licked, sucked, tongued and ate hubby’s cum-filled destroyed asshole. I cleaned up every drop of mess. Then Dom pulled me off hubby and shoved his dirty cock in my mouth, ordering me to clean him too.

I greedily cleaned him … still desperately horny, since I was the only one who hadn’t gotten to orgasm yet. Without asking permission, I worked my way down Dom’s shaft, to his balls, to his taint … and then his asshole … reaching around trying to stroke his cock back to life so he could properly fuck me again.

That is when Dom announced “I have to pee,” so I knelt before him with my mouth open, greedily waiting for him to piss all over me.  But he just fingered my mouth with his large dirty fingers, calling me a good slut, but saying he had something else in mind. He turned me towards hubby who still lay collapsed on his belly on the floor, unable to move. Dom rolled hubby over onto his back and then lay me down on top of hubby … with my back on hubby’s belly … and my legs spread so that my asshole and pussy sat just above hubby’s mouth. Still hubby laid there stunned – like the life had just been fucked out of him.

Dom pushed my legs and hips back, so I could hold my own feet, my ass elevated in the air. He took some Vaseline and began fingering my asshole. I begged him for mercy, saying I couldn’t take him in the ass like hubby did … but he can do anything he wants with the rest of me. As he fingered and spread my tight little asshole with one hand, he stuck the fingers of his other hand in my mouth to quiet me and assured me that he fully intended to use the rest of me too - I just had to be patient.

Dom said nothing to allay my fears of getting ass-fucked, so I lay there terrified as one finger in me became two fingers. I whimpered and moaned and grinded on them. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, dripping with spit from the back of my throat, and used it as lube to rub my clit. Then two fingers in my ass became the head of his cock, pushing it in just barely past my sphincter.

And that is when he began draining himself – his pee – into my ass. Lots of it sprayed all over and spilled down on hubby, so that we were all a mess. The dirt floor, which had probably been muddy thousands of time with horse piss, was now muddy from Dom’s piss. But much, much more of his pee was going inside me. An enema. I’d never had one. And I felt incredibly full – like I would burst.

Finishing, Dom cautioned me to breath .. to keep my sphincter tight … but otherwise to relax. While I adjusted he had me use my mouth to clean the remaining drips of piss out of his cock. When I had a grip on keeping it in, Dom lowered my ass and legs back down so I was once again straddling hubby’s face. Hubby was just coming out of his post ass-wrecking orgasm stupor enough to see Dom straddle his face and begin rubbing the head of his cock on my wet pussy. He used his cock to tease my clit, spread my juices around and make himself hard. Then he began pushing into me … hardening as he did inch by inch. And before long his massive cock was splitting me in two again. Between that and an ass full of his pee, I had never felt so full in my life. He ordered me to keep everything in my ass … that I would only be allowed to let it go at the moment I was allowed to orgasm.

All of my focus was on my belly, my sexual  parts, in a way I’d never experienced before – hyper-focus. And that heightened every sensation. Still with every thrust in and out, I couldn’t stop myself from leaking a little down to hubby’s mouth. And like the good slut he is I could feel him beginning to lick my asshole … but as he probed my butthole with his tongue, it made it even harder to keep the pee in. I wasn’t even sure hubby knew what I was keeping in … what was going to happen to him when I couldn’t anymore.

But I couldn’t think about that in any more than microseconds of fleeting thoughts, because Dom was roughly fucking me now. I was screaming and clawing at the dirt, like flailing for a life boat as I sunk into the depths below. Dom leaned into me hard now, pinning me down on top of hubby with his full body weight and shoving my face over the side into the piss mud of the floor. And then he … pummeled … me. Like I’d never been fucked before. I begged him to let me cum … less out of a need to cum and more as a defense tactic, since I didn’t think I could take this much longer. Probably why he ignored my pleas.

And then, in the overwhelming insanity and intensity of the moment, with zero control … no lifeboat to grab on to … just an overwhelming emotional and physical fucking … I felt myself leave all of that. All of a sudden I felt myself at peace, calm, floating … like my spirit separated from my body … like an alignment of stars (or chakras?) in something magical. And that is when I felt his words – I do mean felt, not hear – floating into my consciousness “cum for daddy you little slut.” And that made reality crash back into me like a freight train and my first orgasm ripped through my entire body, leaving me wildly convulsing and flopping while squirting all over Dom and emptying the contents of my ass all over hubby’s face.

Dom didn’t relent or slow down. In fact he started fucking me harder, if that was even possible .. again and again I exploded in orgasm on his massive cock … and again and again he just kept going. Everything was a blur and it felt like I was having one continuous orgasm now. Dom growled in my ear “beg me to put a baby in you. Beg me to breed you.” And I did. And boy did I mean it too. Even though that was an impossibility with my birth control – in that moment I didn’t even remember that I was on birth control .. all I knew was that this was a man who deserved to breed me and I wanted him too. So I begged him. I don’t know if I screamed or whimpered softly. All I know is that as I came again, I begged and that pushed him over the edge and he exploded inside me. I had never wanted a man’s cum in me more than Dom at that moment – not even my hubby when we were trying to make babies

As Dom pulled out, leaving my pussy gaping and my body still convulsing, hubby began gently cleaning me, hoping to eat Dom’s cum out of me. Standing above us now, Dom said “slut – do you want your slave to clean my cum out of you or do you want to keep me inside you, so you can get pregnant with my child?” I could hear myself answering, like in a dream and someone else was talking, and I said – “Please. I want your baby.” Hubby stopped licking and I had no idea if he felt shame or excitement at being cuckolded this bad. And the thing was – I didn’t care. I didn’t even think of hubby. Dom was right – I had just fallen in love with him!

And with that Dom pissed all over both of us one last time. And then he simply walked out … leaving us alone, filthy, used, barely able to function … wrecked … in the dark. He didn’t even say goodbye. Somehow after all he’d done, he managed to leave us perfectly - wanting more of him, feeling incomplete in his leaving. A perfect mind fuck on top of everything else.

Hubby crawled between my thighs, and kissing his way up to my mouth, begged to be inside me … to know what I feel like this stretched, this full of another man’s cum. And I allowed him. I couldn’t feel him one bit, but hubby loved it. And I was shocked when hubby told me that he wanted to fuck Dom’s cum deeper into me … that I deserve to have a baby with him.

And the more hubby dirty talked about raising another man’s baby … and thanking me for cuckolding him so well … I could tell he was getting close to another orgasm. And for a second I thought about denying him another orgasm … or making him blow in the dirt, telling him that he wasn’t man enough to cum inside me anymore. But even though that sounded hot and I knew hubby would love/hate it, instead I just kissed him and said “I love you baby … so much … you’re perfect. Please cum in me too.” And with that hubby exploded and collapsed on me.

We slept there like that until around 3 in the morning … before waking up and having to take a very painful walk of shame back to our tent.

After we first married, I asked my lovely wife to have sex with another man as I felt it would ‘spice up’ our marriage and, of course, JJ told me, “I was crazy.” But I continued to encourage her and if you’re truly interested in our development you can google ‘He Likes to Watch Me Dance’ which we wrote together and that tells our history or how we began. Gosh, I just wanted to watch her with another man; I didn’t have the imagination or courage to ask her to have sex with a black man. It was an accident.

However, accidents happen and JJ’s first experience was with a muscular, dark black and very well-endowed African American named Kevin. Their coupling changed our marriage forever. Since that point in time JJ or Janet, whom I dearly love, has had five black lovers and several of them have been with her over three years. I was in the car that first evening with Kevin and Janet in our Yukon in the parking lot of the Intercontinental Hotel on the Dallas North Tollway when she learned what a real man was like.

Incidentally, I took her to Las Vegas to see him on our vacation for two weeks recently and they had a wonderful reawakening together.

When Janet had her first sexual experience with him I thought I was quite the ladies man. I had been with about twenty-five women, perhaps more and I’d satisfied all of them. I had no inkling of what a cuckold was and didn’t care. But today I am the complete cuckold and as one of her lovers said when I went down on her after he had filled her vagina with his thick white semen, “Damn, you sure broke him!” Of course, I sucked his penis as well. I help get JJ ready when she is going out and I’m her chaperone, to an extent for the evening, although her ‘prop’ might be more accurate. I keep losers and white guys away from her and her date. Janet has never had a bull and I don’t wear panties or a dress. I’m a man’s man or I like to think I am. However less than a year after we married Janet insisted that I begin to swallow my semen everytime we had sex. I resisted at first but she was demanding. If I came in her mouth she saved my semen for me and kissed me. If we had intercourse, she sat on my face and I ate my cum out of her while we sixty-nined.

This is a story that I first posted on the site Literotica. Thought I’d put it on my blog as well. let me know what you guys think if you can be bothered to read it all. :)

I always thought that my boyfriend was amazing in bed. He wasn’t the most buff man you’ve ever seen, he was a little white guy only slightly taller than me. His dick was only slightly above average, maybe six and a half inches on a good day, but he always managed to satisfy me and felt like he was filling me up. This is why I was confused when he talked about bringing toys into the bedroom. “I don’t understand, Craig,” I reiterated as he put his coat on. “We don’t need toys. Are you getting bored of me?” He let out a long sigh. “No of course I’m not, Jen. I just,” He made a weird gesture with his hands as if he was literally searching for the right words, “I know that I’m not…big.” Typical man eh? Obsessed with the size of their cocks. “You’re big enough for me.” I said for possibly the fifth time that morning. “I love you and I love sex with you.” He made an odd face, a strange mixture of not believing me and his ego swelling. “Well…” I raised an eyebrow at him. This “well” was all too familiar. “I kind of…already bought one.” “What?” I said with exasperation, my mouth hanging open slightly in disbelief. “Why would you do that before even asking me?” “Because I didn’t expect you to be this unreasonable,” Was his poorly thought out response. “Well, excuse me for being happy with our sex life,” I half shouted at him, piling on pounds of sarcasm. “Just go to work,” The words came out a lot harsher than I meant to, but I didn’t care. I turned my back on him and headed upstairs. After a minute or so I heard the door slam. This was so like him. He assumed he knew what I liked and then got offended when I told him he was wrong. I had been with Craig for a little over five years. To begin with, everything was fantastic, but now he was starting to get weird. I knew that he was watching porn and jacking himself off when I wasn’t around. Sometimes he would do it when I was asleep. Whereas we used to have sex everyday, maybe even twice a day if Craig had taken his vitamins, we only seem to do it every three or four days now because he’s too busy jerking himself off. I started getting ready for my own job now, absent mindedly getting out a uniform. I shoved my shirt on and was busy looking for trousers. After a few minutes of searching, I realised I had my shirt on back to front. My mind was preoccupied. While searching for clothes, all I could think about was the toy Craig said he had bought. I wanted to know what it was. Was it for me or him? Was I making him bored? I knew where it would be. Craig has a “secret” draw at the bottom of his desk. He always says it’s full of rubbish, which it is. But buried underneath all that rubbish is where he hides his secret things. I deliberated for a few minutes, hand teasing the drawer. Could I really go snooping through his stuff? Would I be breaking his trust? Eventually I decided, “To hell with him”. He broke my trust first by buying a sex toy. I yanked the drawer open, still trouser-less and rifled through the assorted crap. I found what I was looking for, predictably, right at the bottom. “Wasn’t expecting that,” I murmured with wide eyes. In the drawer, still in it’s packaging, was a dildo. Not just any dildo, but a large BLACK one. It had “Real Man” plastered all over it and mentioned something about cyber skin, I was too busy staring at it’s girth to read the packaging. It looked amazingly realistic from the deep chocolate head to the brown, veiny shaft and the plump black balls with a suction cup attached to them for “hands free fun”. It looked like it must have been eight inches long and I had never seen a cock as thick as it. There was no way Craig could have expected that monster to fit inside me. My body is quite small, although my boobs are still somehow DDs and my ass has grown a lot in recent years. Sometimes it felt like Craig’s six inches was too much for my pussy and yet, here was a giant black dildo that he wanted to use on me. I noticed that the packaging was slightly open. Craig must have taken it out to see what it was like. Suddenly, I found myself wanting to do the same. For some reason I was nervous as I slid the dildo out of it’s package and held it in my hand. The weight was unreal. It felt like you could use it as a dumbbell if you wanted to. I held it by the suction cup and watched it loll slightly towards my face. I ran a finger teasingly up and down the shaft. I couldn’t really tell how realistic it was. It was very hard, but I could feel lumps of plastic on the inside that were making it stand to attention. The cyber skin made it feel silky and smooth, but not necessarily like a real cock. ‘Maybe I should…try it,’ I thought to myself. The thought of having a cock that size inside me made me shiver. Slowly, still holding the dildo with one hand, I slid the other down into my knickers, past my ginger pubes, and softly stroked my clit. My pussy was soaked. I hadn’t realised how turned on I was staring at this black dildo. I had never thought of sex with a black man. But now, with a black dildo practically in my face, I thought about having a black man mounting me. His dark skin pressed against my pale, freckled body. I threw the dildo on the bed and tore my shirt off. Disposing of my bra and panties, I quickly grabbed some lube I kept in my bedside table and lay on the bed with the dildo in one hand. It looks so good against my tits, which was basically the only part of me without freckles. It reached from my stomach all the way up into my cleavage and was so thick, my boobs would have to have been double the size to get around it. Part of me was curious about why Craig had bought such a big black dildo. The other, louder, hungrier part just wanted it inside me. I lubed it up as quickly as I could. My heart was pounding in my chest, you’d think I was about to take a real black cock with how nervous and excited I felt. I pressed the tip of the dildo against my now sopping wet pussy and pushed slightly. My pussy offered more resistance than I was expecting. This monster was going to stretch me beyond recognition. I spread my legs as wide as I could comfortably get them and pushed again. With a slight squelch the head of the cock entered my body. There was a slight sharp pain which was immediately forgotten by the sudden wave of pleasure. I gasped and gripped the duvet, eyes rolling back in my head. I tried to push the dildo in further, but my pussy just didn’t seem to be able to take it. I softly started fucking myself with the head of the cock, moaning as I felt it wriggle inside me. After a few minutes, I felt like I could try again. I pushed as best I could, the length of the dildo and the slightly awkward angle made it difficult, but I managed to push the cock in another inch of so. My pussy was burning with pleasure. I could already tell this toy was going to make me sore later, but I didn’t care at this point. I wanted to see how much I could take. I continued to push, my pussy giving another inch, then another. I made it halfway down the cock before I had to stop, panting heavily. It felt amazing, even though I hadn’t taken it all. My pussy walls were wrapped so tightly around the toy; I could feel every little movement it made. I started pulling it out and back in, very slowly at first, revelling in the pleasure it was shooting through my body. Each time it was pushed back in, it seemed to make my pussy spread a little more. I started picking up speed, fucking myself with this monster of a dildo. I could feel an orgasm building from deep within me. I had never felt pleasure like this before. I sat up on my free arm so I could look down at the huge shaft penetrating me. The blackness of the dildo against the pinkness of my pussy was too much for me to bear. Dropping back down onto my back I thrust the cock inside me a few more times before letting out the loudest scream I’ve ever produced. I thrust my hips up to meet the dildo as I came, harder than I ever had before. I lay there, breathing hard with the toy now fully inserted into me. I couldn’t believe I had managed to get in all in me. It was touching nerves that no one had ever been close to touching before. Previously, I had thought Craig was able to bring me to orgasm. But based on the earth shattering orgasm this toy had just given me, I was starting to doubt Craig had ever made me cum. I pulled myself up slightly so I was against the headboard and slowly massaged one of my tits as I recovered. I could still feel the monster cock inside me. I felt so wet and full. I had to go again, but this time I wanted to watch myself. There was a half mirror attached to the wardrobe opposite the bed. It was purposely positioned there, sometimes I liked watching myself being fucked by Craig. This time though, I wanted to see what this black dildo looked like as I fucked myself with it. Still against the headboard, I angled myself slightly so I could watch it leave my body before filling me up again. I was hypnotised by the sight of this long black shaft penetrating my body over and over. It didn’t take long for me to feel another explosive orgasm forming. This time, I started rubbing my clit as I watched the black dildo fucking me in the mirror. It was glistening with my juices and lube and I could see large white patches of my cream all over it. My moans were getting louder and louder. My body went into spasms as I pushed my hips up repeatedly, trying to meet the dildo’s thrusts. The noises I was making could no longer be described as moans. They had turned into screams as I desperately fucked myself. My second orgasm was somehow even larger than my first. I pushed the dildo balls deep inside me and a little more for good measure. The sight of this happening in the mirror was just too much. My body continued writhing around the bed for at least ten seconds as I came over my new favourite toy. Eventually, I started to relax, the dildo still embedded inside me. “Holy…fuck…” I heard myself whimper as I became limp on the bed. It took several minutes before I had built up the energy to remove the toy from my pussy. It made a loud squelching sound as I removed it, my juices flowing freely from me, covering the bed. I shuddered from the feeling of being completely loose and as wet as a swimming pool. As I regained my composure I looked the dildo up and down. It could barely be considered black any more. It had so much of my cream on it, it looked half white half black. Somehow, this just made me even hornier. I had never even considered cheating on Craig, but now as I lay their, cum dripping from my pussy, I couldn’t help but wish that it had been a real black cock fucking me. That it had been a big muscular, well hung black god pounding me. I tried to shake the thought from my head as I gingerly got up, like Bambi taking his first steps. I staggered to the bathroom to wash and dry the dildo before placing it back in its packaging in Craig’s “secret” drawer. Every step I took seemed to drain all the energy out of me and I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. “Fuck!” I yelled as I looked at the time. I had been masturbating for nearly an hour. I was going to be late for work. ************************** That day at work was one of the most frustrating of my life. I worked in a shop, so was constantly surrounded by people. I was terrified that they would somehow smell how wet I was. The second I had put my panties back on they had become soaked. Every step I took emphasised how loose I was and I found myself noticing every black man that came in. My eyes “accidentally” dropped to their crotch as they walked through the doors and I “accidentally” caught sight of their tight asses as they left again. I was horny all through my shift and was relieved when I was allowed to go home. I didn’t dare have sex with Craig though, even though he seemed up for it for a change. There was no way he would believe me if I told him I was “just really wet”. I was so loose my pussy probably wouldn’t even have been able to wrap around his cock. It took me almost a week before I was comfortable allowing him anywhere near me, partly because of how loose I was, partly because I was right, the toy had made me sore for a few days. Finally, I slept with him again, but I couldn’t enjoy it. His dick just felt so…small. So unsatisfying. It was kind of ironic that the toy he bought and had wanted to use on me was the reason he had stopped satisfying me. I put on a good show though, telling him he had made me cum twice - he had come nowhere near. And all through the act, all I could think of was a particularly sexy black man I had seen at work a few days ago. This didn’t help though. Even if I closed my eyes and thought really hard, there was no way I could convince myself it was a black cock inside me. Weeks went by with us sporadically having sex and nothing changed. I wanted to use the toy again so badly, but knew I couldn’t. He would know. It was too big for him not to notice. Nothing happened outside of my imagination until about a month later when I was at the tills at work. It was quiet, getting on towards the end of my shift. I was the only one on the tills and was trying to sort out a display behind the counter, so had my back to the shop. “Hey cutie,” a customer said as he dumped his shopping at my till. I groaned quietly without meaning to. I was always getting hit on by old men here. My attitude swiftly changed though as I turned and saw a gorgeous black guy looking me up and down. He was over six feet tall, a good five inches taller than me or Craig. He had broad muscular shoulders and the hint of a six pack under his tight shirt. He had short black hair, slightly stuck up at the front and a sweet looking facing. I had seen him before, he was one of the subjects of my ogling over the last month. “H-Hi…” I stammered, feeling myself blush already. It took all my effort not to look down at his bulge. He smiled showing off glowing white teeth, “You’re a pretty little redhead aren’t you?” I smiled back, feeling my cheeks going red as I started scanning through his shopping. “How are you doing today?” “Oh, you know,” I said without commitment, “It’s been quite a long day.” ‘Don’t look at his cock, don’t look at his cock, don’t look at his cock,’ looped in my mind over and over again. My neck was desperately trying to tilt itself down towards his package. “Checking out guys must be tiring.” He said cheekily. I looked up at him with shock. “Wh-what?” “I’ve seen you checking me out,” he said softly as he, unashamedly, looked down at my tits. “Quite a lot over the last few weeks.” “I-I think you must be mistaken.” I said, trying to find my courage. “I have a boyfriend.” For some reason, saying that to him made me sad. My pussy was starting to get wet just talking to this man and here I was, rejecting his advances. “I’m assuming he’s white?” The man said, his voice getting quieter as a few people entered the shop. “Why does that matter?” I said, lowering my voice to match his. I had scanned the last of his things now and was placing them in bags. He had started fiddling with his wallet, his eyes not moving from my tits though. “Tell me when you get off work and I’ll make sure you never date a white man again,” he raised his head to look into my eyes with that cheeky grin on his face. His voice was smooth and seductive. He had done this before. “I…I can’t,” I muttered quietly, “I’m sorry. Just pay and leave. Please.” The man finished punching his number into the card machine. That cheeky grin that was making me wetter by the second didn’t even flicker. “If that’s what you want,” he made sure his hand touched mine as he took his receipt, sending sparks through me. “I come here often though. Let me know if-” He stopped and leaned in a little closer “-WHEN, you change your mind,” and with that, he took his bags and left. I watched his ass wriggle sexily as he left. I had gone light headed. All of my senses were heightened. I had to steady myself against the counter. What was wrong with me? How had I turned into such a slut? I masturbated with a black dildo once. Why was I now obsessed with black man? Why had I considered accepting that stranger’s offer? It took me ten minutes to compose myself after that…event. Even then, I couldn’t get the stranger out of my mind. His broad shoulders, his gorgeous abs, his tight, sexy ass. And that grin…that cheeky fucking grin. Luckily, I only had another hour left on my shift. Then I could get home and and take a nice cold shower. It seems that the stranger had other plans though. ************************** “Hello,” I heard him say happily as soon as I left work. He was leaning against the wall just outside the main doors. “So you’ve finished work then?” “What are you doing?” I asked, slightly scared now. This was bordering on stalkerish. “Well…I just couldn’t get you out of my head.” He said, once again looking at my boobs. “You’re just so…” He smiled, “It doesn’t matter. My name is Mark by the way.” “Jennifer,” I replied, “Jen if you want.” “Can I walk you home, Jen?” He asked, that cheeky grin reappearing just as I remembered it. I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. “If you want…my boyfriend will probably be there though,” I lied. Craig would be at work for another few hours. “I’m sure I can handle him.” He replied. I turned for home and started walking, crazy thoughts running through my head. What was happening here? Was he genuinely just trying to get into my pants? Or was it more sinister? Bigger question: why was I considering LETTING him into my pants? I didn’t live very far from work. Only a few minutes. A lot of the journey was in silence, although I could feel Mark’s eyes on my ass when he lagged behind. Eventually, we reached my front door. I tried to go inside immediately, but he grabbed my hand. “Let me ask you something Jenny,” he choose his words carefully and deliberately. I thought about struggling, but his grip was soft and light. He didn’t seem very menacing. “Why have you been checking me out so much?” I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to say something, I even opened my mouth as if I was about to, but nothing came out. “Do you like black guys?” “No!” I said, louder than I meant to, as if I was offended. “No…” I repeated quieter and a lot less convincingly. “Ever been with a black man?” He asked, his voice silky. “No,” I said again, my voice lowering even more. Lust was starting to build inside me. Suddenly, without warning, Mark moved in to kiss me. His lips were on mine before I could react and when I was able to, the first thing I did was kiss back. His lips were great. Soft and warm. I quickly found myself, however, and pushed him away. “Wh-What are you doing?” I stammered, pushing him away and forcing my wrist out of his hands. “The neighbours know me…” I finished unlocking the door and pushed it open but Mark grabbed my wrist again before I could get in. Before I could find strength to fight him off, he had pulled my hand onto his crotch. I pulled my hand away and he let me go. But then…I don’t know what happened. He had let me go, I could have walked in and slammed the door. But I didn’t. I found my hand return to his crotch to check what I had just felt. He was fucking HUGE. I ran my hand over the length of his shaft, feeling him through his trousers. He was even bigger than the dildo. “So,” he said with that cheeky smile plastered on his face, “still don’t like black men?” I bit my lip in response as I softly jerked him through his jeans. “Can I come in?” I moved away from his crotch and looked around nervously. I wanted to say no. I was desperate to. I was in a committed relationship with a man I loved. But his cock was so big. And he was so damn sexy. Different to Craig in every way. I had to have him. I couldn’t say anything. I just nodded and turned away. I rushed into the house, leaving the door open for Mark and went into the living room. I heard the door close as I threw my bag down onto the sofa, then I sat next to it with my head in my hands.

“Where’s your boyfriend then.” Mark asked, looking around the living room. “Work.” I replied shortly, not taking my head out of my hands. “I see.” I felt his hands on my wrists again, trying to pull them from my face. I let him. He was knelt down in front of me, his face inches from mine. I didn’t want to look at him, but he tilted my chin up with his hand. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. I was already his by now. There was nothing I could do as he leaned in to kiss me. Except kiss back. Which I did, as if it was the last kiss I’d ever get. He grabbed the back of my head and slipped his tongue into my mouth. He felt so big against me. His large, manly body making me feel weak. One of his hands made it’s way to my tits and I did nothing to stop him. He stopped kissing my lips and moved onto my neck, running his tongue over my pale skin as he massaged my boobs. His second hand slid its way down to my pussy and massaged it softly through my work trousers. I was overwhelmed with lust. I found myself tugging at his shirt which he let me take off with one swift move before returning to my neck. I felt over his rock hard chest with my small, white hands. It was so erotic seeing the contrast. He kicked away his shoes and a few seconds later was back on his feet, whipping off his jeans. He stood in front of my, his cock threatening to rip a hole through his boxers. “Check out what you’ve won.” He said with that cheeky smile that I was starting to hate. That grin just made me submit. He was so cocky, so assured. Somehow he knew he was going to fuck me. He had known since he first smiled at me in the shop. And he was right! He was going to have me. I had already admitted that in my head. My hands were shaking as I reached for his waistband. I slowly pulled his boxers down releasing the largest cock I have ever seen. It was thicker than the toy and an inch longer. My pussy burnt with longing as I saw it loll softly in front of my face. “Fuck…” was all I could manage as I reached out to take the monster in my hand. “You’re huge…” I softly jerked his large cock with my hand. “Bigger than your boyfriend?” He asked. “Try twice the fucking size.” I replied, eyes fixed on the rock hard member, just a few millimetres from my face. “Ask me if you can suck it.” He said, a tone entering his voice I had never heard before. “What?” I asked, taken aback. “Ask to suck my cock. I know you want to.” Craig had never said anything like that. “Can…” I started, but lost my confidence a second later. I took a deep breath as I continued to jerk him. “Can I suck your cock?” “Please.” Mark said pointedly. “Can I suck your cock…please?” Saying this made my pussy even wetter and sent electricity through my body. He was making me submissive. He was degrading me. Why did I love that? As soon as ‘please’ had left my lips, Mark was pushing my head towards his balls. They were large and completely covered my mouth. He held me there, balls against my lips as he reached down to play with my tits. I started kissing and licking his balls, the taste was incredible. I didn’t realise that cocks and balls had different tastes, I figured they’d all taste the same. But Mark’s were sweaty and manly, I swear I could taste testosterone. Craig’s had never tasted anything like that. After a few minutes running my tongue over his balls, his grip loosened and I moved my tongue onto the base of his shaft, the taste just getting better. He smelt fantastic too, so good that I felt myself going light headed again from what was happening to my body. My brain seemed obsessed with making enough juices to fit this cock in me, my pussy was wetter than ever. I started working my way towards the tip of his cock, leaving sparkling saliva trails all over his dick. I popped his head into my mouth and softly sucked him, while one of my hands disappeared down into my knickers. I rubbed my clit as I started to take more of him into my mouth. I had to open my mouth so wide to fit him in, but the feeling of his throbbing cock against my tongue was driving me wild. I felt his hand against the back of my head as he forced his cock further into my throat. I gagged and choked before having to take his cock out of my mouth. Saliva hung between his cock and my mouth. I was disheartened to realise I had only taken an inch or so of him into my throat before needing to breathe. He pulled my head slightly closer to him and started slapping his cock in my face. His cock felt so big as it his my cheek and I felt saliva cover me. Then he started rubbing his cock all over my face. By the time he repositioned himself and forced his cock back down my throat I was covered in saliva. I should have felt embarrassed. Letting a black man abuse my throat, shoving his dick all over my face and yet, I wasn’t. I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I needed to get fucked. I needed Mark to fuck me. He continued to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, pushing himself deeper each time while I desperately unbuttoned my shirt. I threw it to one side and wasted no time ripping my bra off. It was so hard concentrating on my clothes while I was being face fucked by a long black shaft, but I managed it. After a minute or so, Mark pulled out of my mouth to allow me to breath. He held his cock an inch away from my mouth and softly stroke it. I felt saliva drip down from my mouth over my tits. He pushed me back onto the sofa so I was slouched down with my legs up in the air. He ripped off my trousers and knickers together and started rubbing his cock against my pussy. “Beg for my cock.” He ordered. “But I-” “Beg for my cock!” He shouted this time, teasing my pussy with his dick’s giant head. “Ahhhh…” I moaned before practically screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me with your big black cock. Please. I need it.” “What about your boyfriend?” He said almost mockingly. “Fuck him!” I shouted back, “I don’t give a fuck. I just want you. I NEED you!” That must have been enough for Mark as he pushed the tip of his cock inside me. I was so wet it slid it with ease, but not wet enough to avoid a slight sharp pain but it lasted for less than half a second before nothing but pleasure remained. I moaned as he slowly slid his cock in further, swiftly penetrating me with half of his massive black dick. My pussy started resisting at that point, but this didn’t bother him. He just started pulling out before rocking himself back in again. “Shit…"I groaned as another inch entered me. “How the fuck are you this big…” “Black men are superior.” He laughed as he fucked me. His strokes were already picking up speed and with every thrust he was getting deeper. I had almost taken him in balls deep when I felt the pressure start to mount. I pulled him in close to me so I could feel my tits against his black chest. I gripped his back tightly with my arms and wrapped my legs around his hips. I screamed myself to orgasm as he relentlessly fucked me. It was feeling the slap of his balls against my ass that sent me over the edge. He had finally gone balls deep in me. I came over his cock, my body thrashing underneath his, my arms going crazy on his back, pulling him in closer, hips smashing into his as I tried to take more of his dick. It was even better than my wildest dream. He didn’t even pause though, even when he felt my pussy clench around his shaft as I came. He just kept pounding away at me, forcing my body into the sofa with every slap. My first orgasm was barely over when the second one started building. I had no time to relax before my body tensed around him again. I moaned with satisfaction as I felt my pussy constrict. This time, it must have been too much for him. He pulled himself out of me and groaned loudly, gripping my shoulders with his hands. Finally, my body started to relax as he panted above me. “Damn, you’re fucking tight.” He groaned, “Your boyfriend needs to learn to fuck you properly.” I shook my head. “I’m not sure he’ll ever fuck me again.” I panted, feeling my juices flow out of me. After a few minutes of him lying of top of me, getting his breath back, he stood up. “Get on all fours. Over the arm,” he ordered. I obliged happily, although my legs were shaking whenever I put weight on them. I lowered myself over the arm of the sofa with my ass in the air, offering myself to him. He wasted no time positioning himself behind me and forcing his cock back inside. How did it still feel this good? He pulled my long ginger hair as he thrust himself inside me repeatedly. His motion was long and deep, but also somehow fast. I moaned loudly, feeling a third orgasm already start to build as he forced my entire body back making me impale myself on his dick. The feeling was intense. It was so much different than sex with Craig. The sheer size of both Mark and his cock make me feel small and submissive. I felt like I was his slut, just something to be used and for some reason that turned me on beyond belief. He had clearly coaxed a number of white women into bed with him. They probably had boyfriends or husbands too, but he was so dominant. So alpha. He let go of my hair and my head dropped into the arm of the sofa. I had my eyes firmly shut and was concentrating on the feeling of his shaft inside me. It felt amazing. I started to cum as I began rocking my hips back onto his cock. He showed no mercy though and, again, continued to fuck me through my orgasm. My screams were so loud, I didn’t even hear a bang coming from outside. However, I heard the scream of, “What the fuck?” as the living room door opened. My head shot up and I saw Craig standing in the doorway, his mouth slightly open, watching me getting railed by a large black man. “Shit!” I exclaimed, trying to push Mark away. “Craig, it’s not-fuck,” Mark hadn’t stopped thrusting and showed no signs of stopping. The pleasure was still amazing, but I was panicking. “Jen, what-” Craig tried to say. “It’s not what it-Get off me!” I yelled, leaning back, trying to push Mark off me. He grabbed my wrist though and I suddenly realised how strong he was. He pinned my arm to my back, then grabbed the other and did the same. He pinned me to the sofa and continued fucking by soaked pussy. “Stop…” I moaned, feeling another orgasm start to build. “Craig, I’m sor-fuck…” I gritted my teeth as the orgasm built. “Your girl…is a great whore.” Mark stammered as he fucked me. “You should have…fucked her…better.” I started to moan louder. I could feel Craig watching us, but I didn’t care. The feeling of Mark’s black cock was just unbearable. I screamed with pleasure as I tightened around his cock for the fourth time, coming hard over his shaft. “Jen…why?” Craig whimpered quietly. I looked up at Craig as I was getting fucked, trying to look sympathetic, but the only look I could find was pity. “I’m sorry.” I moaned as Mark pushed himself balls deep in me and fell onto my back, panting loudly. “I didn’t mean for it to happen…” Suddenly, I noticed something about Craig. “Craig…are you hard?” I half laughed. Craig blushed and quickly covered his crotch. “You like watching your girlfriend fuck a black guy?” Mark asked, laughing. “I’m not surprised. She’s a great black cock slut.” I wanted to tell him to stop calling me that, but the truth was, I loved it. “I-er…” Craig stammered. “Sit down,” Mark ordered, pointing to the chair opposite the sofa. “Sit down and watch how a real man fucks a sexy redhead.” And with that, he started pumping me again. I watched Craig hesitant before heading over to the chair. “You’re…ngh…actually going to watch him-ah…fuck me?” I asked in-between loud moans. Craig nodded bashfully and sat in the chair. “Maybe he’ll learn something.” Mark said as he railed my pussy harder. The situation was just too much for me; my boyfriend watching me fuck a hung black guy. An unbelievable FIFTH orgasm was quickly building. I focused on the feeling of the cock stretching me apart as I watched Craig stealthily pull out his own dick. It looked so small compared to the beast I had inside me. This thought made me cum without warning. I moaned through gritted teeth as somehow, my pussy found more cum to cover Mark’s cock with. Mark didn’t stop fucking me. I started pushing myself back against his hips as best I could as I watched Craig softly start wanking his cock. It actually looked cute in his hand, his little white knob. I was right, there was no way Craig was ever fucking me again. Not with that thing. Craig watched helplessly, furiously beating his meat as Mark relentlessly fucked me to yet another orgasm. “Tell him you love my cock.” Mark said as he thrust. “Tell him you love my BLACK cock.” I looked Craig in the eyes. He looked back expectantly. “I’m sorry, Craig.” I said, “It’s true. I…uh…ah…I love his black cock.” I managed to stammer. “I FUCKING love it.” I reiterated as Mark started groaning above me. “He’s so fucking big. He’s amazing.” I panted as I came again. Mark must have felt me coming because he pushed himself as deep inside me as he could get before stopping, one hand still pinning my arms behind my back, the other squeezing my ass hard, as if he was trying desperately not to cum. He stayed there for a few minutes while my body relaxed. “Get up,” he said, pulling out of me with a slurp. “Suck my cock again. I want him to watch you.” It took me mere seconds to move from my place on the sofa, to kneeling in front of Mark, his gorgeous balls pressed against my mouth again. “Look at how big he is.” I said to Craig as I licked Mark’s balls. Craig’s eyes were wide, looking at my little white face being invaded by Mark’s large black cock and balls. “He is seriously amazing. Best fuck I’ve ever had.” I told Craig as I started to lick up and down his shaft. “I think your girl is black cock only now.” Mark said to Craig. “Damn fucking right.” I agreed as I took Mark’s cock into my mouth and forced it down my throat as far as I could take it. I couldn’t taste his cock any more, the only flavour I could detect was the overpowering taste of my cum and pussy juices. There were large splodges of white all over his dick, my pussy cream, that I happily lapped up as well as I swapped between sucking his massive black cock while jerking it with one hand and licking all over his black shaft, covering it in saliva. Craig was going crazy on his cock. He clearly loved watching his girlfriend take a black cock in her mouth. It made me smile as I sucked, watching a mixture of pleasure and frustration etched on his face. Mark started pushing my head down further onto his cock and I tried my best to go as deep as I could. I was elated to see three quarters of his black dick disappear into my mouth, but quickly had to pull out to gag slightly, spit dripping all over my chin and onto my tits. Mark lifted me up and threw me back onto the sofa. I lay on my back and spread my legs for him, hoping he’d get the message. He did and positioned himself between them before forcing his way back inside. As he fucked my I looked over at Craig. A thought came into my mind making me bite my lip. “Come here.” I said, beckoning him over with a finger. He hesitated slightly, but did what I said. “Cum on me.” I told him. Mark stopped fucking me and looked down at me with shock. “You want him to cum on you?” Mark asked, panting slightly. “I’d rather it was another hung black man.” I said, “But he’ll have to do won’t he.” Mark smiled his cheeky grin as he started fucking me again. “Better do what she says, man.” He said to Craig, “It’s probably gonna be the closest thing to sex you’ll be having with her.” I started to moan loudly as Mark fucked me harder. “Cum for me Craig.” I said, looking up at him as he jerked himself off. “Cum while you watch me fuck a black guy.” I pressed my elbows together, forcing my tits up and out. Craig continued wanking himself above them, his face contort in a weird expression. “Cum on my tits!” I shouted, as I felt myself about to cum. “Cum on me while a black man makes me cum!” I let out a long, loud moan as I came over Mark’s cock. Craig groaned loudly at the sound and shot a few jets of cum over my tits. It was hot and sticky. I smiled as I ran a hand over my boob, Mark still fucking me. “Thank you…” I moaned, “Now sit the fuck down.” Craig sheepishly headed back to his chair and flopped down, breathing heavily. “You call that cum?” Mark laughed, sweat dripping over his face. “I’ll show you what real cum is.” Mark picked up even more speed somehow. It was like he was trying to destroy my body, well, he had already succeeded in doing that. He continued pushing himself down into me over and over as I started to come yet again, I had lost count how many times. The feeling of my pussy pulsing around his cock was too much for him and I felt him slam himself deep inside me. He unleashed a large jet off cum into me, making me squeal with absolutely bliss. It was hot and filled me up. He pumped me a few more times, making the cum spread through my pussy before pulling out and pushing my legs down. He positioned himself over my stomach, one knee on the sofa, one of the floor as he let out another three or four jets of cums. The first couple landed over my tits, making Craig’s cum completely disappear underneath Mark’s reams. The last two hit me square in the face with a splat, mixing with my own saliva as it ran down over my lips. “Holy shit,” I panted, running my hands over my tits and licking the cum off my lips. His cum tasted as good as his cock did. “You are…amazing.” He smiled that cheeky grin, making me feel all warm inside. “You are.” He replied softly as he stood up. I couldn’t move. I just lay there, cum dripping all over my body, as I watched Mark dress himself. He pulled a pen out of his pocket and grabbed my arm. He quickly scribbled a number down onto my skin before walking toward the living room door. “Sorry, man,” he said looking back at Craig, “I don’t think your girlfriend is interested in you any more. Jenny,” he continued turning to me, “call me if-” he stopped and his smile widened, “-WHEN you want my cock again. I think you’re a keeper.” All I could do was smile back as he turned and left. The living room door shut and there was a slam as the front door closed. I turned to Craig and realised that we were now alone. There was silence for a few minutes. I kept playing with the cum on my tits nervously, waiting for him to say something. Eventually, he said, “He’s…just using you, you know.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I gingerly pushed myself to my feet, trying, and failing, to stop the cum from dripping over the sofa and floor. “He was the best fuck of my life.” I said flatly, “I don’t give a shit if he’s using me. I will be seeing him again tomorrow. I suggest you either shut up and watch, or take your stuff and get the fuck out.” Craig just sat in his chair, a stunned look on his face. “I’m going to get a shower.” I said, happily as I licked Mark’s cum off my fingers.

The End

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