Despite the age difference I was very close with Sophie my granddaughter, I had no idea she was sexual until I was troweling a sex dating site. The age given was 18 and she said she enjoyed older men, I messaged several similar females and got varied responses.
My wife sends me to pick up my son from a friends house. The boys mom, Jenny, makes an unexpected advance and things get hot from there.
This is the second story after “For sadists only – my first time with the lash”.
After the horrendous beatings by Gary, I had it in my mind that I’d been absolutely crazy to have so willingly put myself into that situation. I knew without the slightest doubt that never again would I ever want to do anything like it again.
On the long drive back home I’d been tormented with wondering what my husband thought about the whole affair. Admittedly he had been a party to arranging the whole visit, and had seemingly enjoyed every minute of it, even to the point of holding me down so that Gary could beat me untill I was screaming in agony. Perhaps he had done that because he’d lost all respect for me.
Rob, my husband, certainly seemed still loving. He seemed concerned at my tender and bruised condition, but we had hardly said a word about the affair and each seemed preoccupied with our own thoughts as we drove home.
My own overwhelming feeling was one of shame that I had been such a wanton slut, yes, that’s the only word to describe me, … a wanton slut for Gary, openly, enthusiastically and shameless with my husband watching.
Over the ensuing week this feeling of shame persisted, especially when my husband and I played in the bed. Rob was still the same loving and caring husband though, and I slowly began to think that perhaps, just perhaps, he wasn’t put out by what I had done. Perhaps, just perhaps, he did still respect me … why else would he be so loving, seemingly much more loving than prior to our fantastic weekend away.
The thing was that neither Rob nor myself spoke of what had happened, each one of us, I realized later, being completely uncertain of what the other one thought.
The ice eventually had to break, and it did break about a week later when we were fucking and sucking on the bed. I was on all fours with Rob up behind me and pumping his cock into my pussy doggie fashion.
My bum was still very bruised and tender from my beating, and as Rob fucked me he pressed onto my bruising, causing me to wince a little and give an “ouch”.
“What’s wrong,” he asked with concern.
“The bruising is still a bit tender,” I replied, feeling a little embarrassed at mentioning it.
Rob must have been embarrassed as well because he was silent for a moment and then quietly said, “can you forgive me for doing that to you?”
I was surprised at his words because I’d thought that it was I who needed forgiveness, but it seemed that my husband was feeling pangs of guilt at setting me up for such a session.
“But I was hardly an unwilling party to it,” I replied, and then added, “you must be disgusted with me for the way that I acted.”
“Disgusted!” my husband exclaimed. “Why, I thought that you were the most, wonderful, beautiful thing!”
A cloud lifted and our true feelings came into the open. It transpired that Rob was thrilled with my lustful sluttiness and with the awful thrashings that I had been able to take.
In turn I let him know that I had been thrilled at being beaten and treated in such a degrading manner.
We were both filled with lust as we began to relive the experience, comparing thoughts about every little aspect of what had taken place.
“But you couldn’t have enjoyed it?” my husband asked in wonderment.
“No,” I admitted. “I certainly can’t say that I enjoyed it at the time and yet I did want it to happen and now I am so glad that it did.”
Most of the markings, that the lash had left on my body, had more or less faded away after a week or two. Some of the bruising though, lasted longer and I was quite tender in places.
Likewise, my emotional healing followed a similar path.
A few weeks after my thrashing, I began to look at my experience in a slightly modified light. Whereas at first it had seemed so very stupid to willingly submit to that sort of treatment, I now took the view that I indeed had to try everything at least once, and that having submitted to such a beating, I could now feel a pride that I had actually gone through with it.
It was comforting too, that my husband hadn’t lost any respect or regard for me as I had at first feared. In fact his view of me had taken quite the other direction and whenever we spoke of my treatment at Gary’s hands, he was full of admiration and pride in me as his wife.
Because of this admiration, I eventually suggested to my Rob that he might like to whip me. His reaction was rather surprising to me in that he shunned the idea and told me that he could never hurt me.
We quite openly discussed our feelings and, it transpired that while my husband had an abhorence of hurting me himself, he nevertheless thrilled at the idea of my abuse and punishment at the hands of other men.
Time continued to alter my attitude until after a couple of months I was looking back upon my beating with fond memories and I knew that if an opportunity arose, I would enthusiastically submit once more.
From that point onwards I purposely, at nights when my husband and I were fucking, would bring up the subject of what we had done, in the hope that Rob might suggest a repeat performance. I was too embarrassed to make a direct suggestion myself.
Because this tack didn’t bring the desired result I, after a time, took a different approach and asked Rob if he was still emailing with Gary.
I eventually got out of him that Gary was enthusiastic to again thrash and beat me.
“Is he pressurizing you to take me there again,” I asked, trying to keep too much excitement from showing in my voice.
“Well he’s pressurizing me to pressurize you,” Rob laughingly replied.
“But it’s not up to me,” I said, trying to put a surprised tone into my voice. “I would do it again if you wanted me to.”
“Would you!” Rob exclaimed, his face lighting up with joyous surprise.
The “start” button had been triggered in our minds. It was all now enthusiastic discussion and planning.
The next day Rob told me that he’d passed on the good news to Gary.
“What did he say,” I asked.
His exact words: “I always knew that the little slut would be back for more,” my husband related with a grin.
It certainly wasn’t without apprehension that I planned this next visit to Gary. I could certainly well remember the terrible flogging and the pain and misery and suffering at Gary’s hands, and I knew that this next trip would be no different and yet I very definitely wanted it to happen.
It was lust that drove me on. Lust for being degraded and humiliated. Lust to satisfy both Gary and Rob in their perverted, sadistic desires. Lust to be a slut and a whore for them.
Saturday finally came and we headed off on the six hour drive to where Gary lived.
Being so far to drive there, only added to my feelings of debasement and humiliation. How many women would make a six hour trip for the opportunity of being thrashed, beaten and treated like trash.
It was a long day but eventually we reached the town and booked into the motel.
Rob said that he was starving and ordered a big meal, I however only had a light snack as I knew that being whipped and beaten on a full stomach wouldn’t be the right thing.
I showered and took great care with my makeup. I dressed in my sexiest, most delicate underwear and put on a light, summer dress.
Rob phoned Gary and then left the motel and made the ten minute drive to Gary’s house.
Gary and Rob met enthusiastically and shook hands. Gary then turned his attention to me. “Hello slut,” he said with a leering grin and then, with his left hand, grabbed a fistful of my hair, tipping my head back as he kissed my mouth and ran his tongue inside, while his right hand pulled my skirt up and groped my pussy.
“Hello,” I smillingly replied when he released me. I used the sweetest voice that I could muster, even though I could feel the pain of having had my hair wrenched.
We had parked on the roadside and were standing on the pavement. Gary nevertheless told me to strip off.
It was not long dark and I momentarily glanced up and down the street before beginning to undress.
Gary undid his pants and took his hard cock out. “Get down and suck this,” he ordered as soon as I was naked.
I glanced at my husband who was standing, watching approvingly, then I knelt on the hard concrete of the pavement and lovingly sucked Gary’s cock into my mouth.
“I told you the fucking whore would be back for more,” I heard Gary telling my husband, and he had a tone of triumph in his voice.
I sucked Gary’s gorgeous hard cock for some minutes. Slowly pressing my mouth forward onto his cock, and then slowly easing back so that my tongue could slide and slip around and around the hard rim of his cock head.
Suddenly there was a resounding slap across my cheek as Gary pulled his cock away from my mouth. “That will do bitch,” he said. “Get inside and I’ll thrash the fuck out of you.”
I shuddered but immediately obeyed and moved towards the house.
Inside I was led to the bedroom where I was told to lie face down with a heap of pillows beneath my hips so as to present my naked bum high in the air and ready for whipping.
Gary now selected the multi-strand leather lash that had hurt me so much on the previous occasion. Moments later I heard the swish of leather sizzling through the air and immediately the leather strands impacted my soft flesh and I felt a sharp biting pain surge across my bum, stinging horribly.
I involuntarily gave a squeel of pain and a whimpering gasp.
“Nice?” Gary laughed.
“Nice for you,” I replied as I waited in trepidation for the next lash.
My words were cut off in another cry of pain as the leather strands splayed out over my bum and their individual thongs each stung painfully, leaving my bum stinging.
The thrashing kept on and soon I was gasping and half whimpering with cries of distress.
The pain of the lash was stinging and biting. Gary kept it up continually without pause.
Soon my fingers where clawing at the bed as I struggled to withstand the pain. My tearful face was pressed against the sheet as I gasped and panted and cried out as I tried to maintain my position and keep taking my beating.
Eventually it was more than I could voluntarily suffer and I quickly began to wriggle off the bed, protesting that I could take no more but knowing from my previous experience that I would be forced into taking more. My bum was like fire and the cruelty of the lash had left my body in constant sensation of the sharp, burning pain.
“Time you were tied down then,” Gary said sadistically as he tossed the lash aside and took up a handful of leather restraints.
“No, no, I can’t take any more,” I sobbed as he told me to hold my wrists for him to buckle.
A swift lash across my breasts with an end of leather made me shriek. “Hold your wrists out,” Gary repeated demandingly.
I stood there sobbing as I held my wrists out and watched Gary firmly buckling them into the leather straps.
I lay back onto the bed sobbing pitifully and felt my arms stretched firmly apart as Gary fastened the straps to the bed.
I was soon screaming uncontrollably as the thrashing continued on and on. In between my screams I was crying and crying and crying.
My body and mind knew nothing but pain. My whole world, my whole existence was horrible, agonising, stinging pain.
Eventually the whipping ceased and I lay there an exhausted, spent, sobbing wreck, unable to move.
“Fuck!” I heard my husband exclaiming enthusiastically. “Isn’t that fucking fantastic!” “Look at her, she’s just absolutely fucked!”
“What about some electric shock torture next,” I heard Gary laugh. “No!” I cried in terror. Gary’s words having instilled me with animation once more, but my fear was only greeted with laughter.
Now then my dear readers, I was, at that stage of proceedings, already a bit vague as to what was happening around me. You can well understand then, that when my electrocution got under way I was half out of my mind with the ghastly horror of it all. For these reasons my dears, you are to have the benefit of now following the tale from Gary’s point of view.
I now pass my narrative to Gary.
This was the most fabulous thing that I’d ever experience. My cock was huge, red and throbbing as I looked at Yvonne laying there sobbing. Her ass was glowing red and was striped with raised whelts of an even more fiery red. A few of those whelts had strayed down her thighs in a criss-cross of red abrasions and had invoked especially agonising screams from her when the whip had landed.
I leaned over her body which was shuddering with her pathetic sobbing. Unbuckling the leather straps from her wrists, I rolled her onto her back and gave her a firm slap over her face. “Come on Yvonne, that’s finished for now, time for something else.”
She began to control her emotions and her crying, and eventually sat herself up on the bed.
Opening a cupboard I took out the electric device which consisted of a large, thick metal dildo attached by insulated wires to a couple of metal clips, all of which were wired to a black control box.
Smearing a bit of petroleum jelly over the metal dildo, I handed it to Yvonne and told her to work it well up her cunt.
She knelt with knees apart and began to work the device up herself, pausing when I told her that this treatment would send her crazy, but then continuing until the object all but completely disappeared right up her cunt.
“These can clip onto your nipples,” I told her as I snapped the clips open and closed menacingly. She now pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts out for me to clamp her nipples.
She gave a whimper as the clamps squashed into place, but then knelt there in a lewd and lascivious manner, awaiting my pleasure.
My hand trembled in sadistic anticipation as I reached for the control box. I had inadvertantly shocked myself with it when I’d first made the device, and knew that it delivered some horrendous bolts of electricity.
I glanced at Yvonne’s husband who seemed content with what I was about to do.
I turned the control dial half way and flicked the switch.
The result was fabulous. Yvonne’s mouth gaped as a half a scream was choked off by the total paralysis of her muscles as the voltage raced high. Her eyes bulged and her body shook and quivered to the frequencies of the surging currents and voltages that pumped through her body from her cunt to her tits and back again.
She fell forewards on the bed her arms and legs jerking uncontrollably and her body shaking violently.
It only lasted some ten seconds or so before the circuitry automatically reduced the voltage and then shut down. Immediately that it did, Yvonne let out an uncontrolable, blood curdling howl and tried to struggle up from the bed.
Her face was fabulous, reflecting the horror that she was experiencing. She seemed to be grasping to try to remove the dildo electode from her cunt, but was completely disoriented and found that her limbs would not respond to her wishes so that her hands merely fumbled about at her cunt without achieving any result.
I gave her a light shove, causing her to fall backwards. I then reactivated the device and the same partial screech half emanated from her throat before being choked off by the surging voltage. Her mouth gaped, her eyes bulged. Her body glistened with a light moisture of perspiration as her body twitched and shook violently. I took up a leather whip and gave several violent lashes across her breasts, leaving fabulous red abrasions in their wake.
Yvonne’s horror lasted much longer this time as I’d wound the control dial higher.
This time, when the machine shut down, Yvonne had no ability to move whatsoever. She just lay there blubbering, a mental and physical wreck.
Several more times I activated her body. Each time being fascinated with the uncontrolled leaping and lurching of the slut’s body as every nerve was tortured into stretching or contracting her muscles causing her body to jerk about in fantastic, random actions.
After watching her fabulous and fantastic convulsions I unclipped the cables from her breasts and knelt astride her face and pushed my hard, cum dribbling cock into her mouth. Unfortunately the bitch was too fucked from the electrocution to be able to suck on me, she just continued blubbering in a half witless manner.
I tipped her over face down and dragged her senseless body to the edge of the bed so that I could get to fuck her ass. I pressed the hard, bulging head of my cock into the tight bud of her ass, then slowly pressed forward and slid my massive cock right up into her tight little shit hole. I reached around her shoulders and tightly grabbed her small tits in my fists and began to squeeze and twist.
I pumped and pumped my cock slowly, lustfully, in and out of the whore’s body, driving hard up her until my belly pressed hard against her glowing and marked ass, then slowly eased back until my cock was all but out. On and on I fucked her in this way, occasionally withdrawing my cock completely so that I could admire the gaping hole of her ass that my thick cock had stretched wide.
Slowly, slowly, Yvonne’s sobbing subsided and slowly, slowly was replaced by sounds of lustful enjoyment as I buggered her asshole.
I held myself in check for a long time but then as my lust increased as I fucked the meat I felt my balls swelling and soon my cock thrusts became deep and violent and my cum gushed forth into the whore’s ass.
I lay there on top of her, exhausted. Finally I stood up and rolled the bitch over. Her tits were red from my crushing grasp. Her face was tear stained but in spite of all, she managed a slight smile.
The fucking whore!
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This is a completely true story, Its my first one, so TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!!
This little boy wakes up 3 nights in a row when he hears a thumping sound coming from his parents room. Finally one morning he goes to his mom and says, “Mommy, every night I hear you and daddy making noises and when I look in your bedroom you’re bouncing up and down on him.”
His mom is taken by surprise and says,”Oh, well I’m bouncing on his stomach because he’s fat and that makes him thin again.”
And the boy says, “Well, that won’t work!”
His mom says, “Why?”
And the boy replies, “Because the lady next door comes by after you leave each day and blows him back up!”
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This story stands on its own, but is a continuation of “A black cock for mom.” Read the story if you want, or here is a recap:
Kate Smith leads a happy life as a wife and mother. She is a beautiful 36 year old with a 16 year old son and twin 14 year old daughters. Time had been gentle to her, as her 5’6’’ frame remained petite and her face clear of most wrinkles. Her hair was as thick and dark as when she was a young girl, and her eyes were a piercing green. Kate’s husband, Jeff Smith, had generously paid for a “breast rejuvenation” at 35 that made her 32C chest more perky and beautiful than when she was her daughters’ age.
She has grown bored with her sexual relationship with her husband. In her position as a bank manager, she meets Buck, a 5’11’’ 160 pound black man applying for a janitorial position. Long story short, she needs her pussy stuffed by his thick ten inch cock. They meet at a hotel where he reams her, thus securing the position as janitor and Kate Smith’s master. This story begins the next morning at the Smith family house…
Kate had arrived home the previous evening showered and fresh after her sexual adventure. She offered a lame excuse of a late management meeting, which her husband accepted. He requested sex but she declined on account of the black semen Buck had pumped inside her. Drifting off to sleep, Kate was nervous and excited for this new chapter in her life.
The next day was casual Friday. While Kate normally wore jeans and a nice blouse, she wanted to make Buck’s first day at work one to remember. Her husband left for work early with the children, dropping them off at school. She snuck into the twins’ room and selected a nearly-scandalous, tight short skirt and low-cut top from her daughter Rachel’s closet. The panties she had worn the night before were soaked with leaking cum, and thus she ran a small load of laundry. Emptying the dryer, Kate found a sexy black thong and pair of heels on the floor to match the outfit. Admiring herself in the mirror, she exclaimed, “Girl, you are a sex goddess.”
The workday was filled with furtive but knowing glances at the new janitor. As she strutted by Buck on her way to grab lunch, she innocently mentioned that her office was rather dirty. “Maybe you can drop by after the branch closes to give it a thorough cleaning. It really needs some attention.”
The day dragged on until five o’clock finally arrived. Her favorite teller, Ashley, stopped by to say goodbye for the weekend. “Kate, you’re normally the first one out the door on Friday. Anything I can help you with before I go?”
“No, but thank you,” Kate replied. She added honestly, motioning to the paperwork on her desk, “I’m really going to get rammed once I can get started on this stuff. Have a good weekend.”
“You too, goodnight.”
Finally, at 5:45, the last employee left the building. Kate was alone in her office as the janitor, a very diligent employee, sauntered towards the door. “You needed some work done?”
“You know exactly what I need,” she replied standing up from her chair and walking towards the black man.
Buck walked in, shutting the door behind him. “Good, cuz I’ve got blue balls from staring at that tight ass all day. Get on yo knees bitch and worship this black cock.”
The boss turned into a slave girl, kneeling on the floor and crawling to Buck. She unzipped his dark blue workpants and fished for the hole in his boxers. Kate found it on the first try, making contact with his flaccid six inch member. She pulled and it flopped out. As Kate licked and sucked, she felt it swelling into a monster almost twice its original size in her mouth. While sucking on Buck’s balls, she marveled at his cock’s length and girth as it lay across her face, the bulbous head protruding past her forehead.
Looking up at him with eyes of desire, she begged, “I need it now.”
“What do you need? Say it like the slut you are.”
“I need this big cock inside me.”
“Better.”
“I need this huge black rod in my white pussy.” Juice running down her legs, Kate was rubbing her clit through her thong in anticipation.
“Better.”
Like a bitch in heat, she yelled, “I need your monstrous black cock to stuff my slutty white cunt! I need you to destroy my little white fuckhole with your black rod! I’m a fucking white whore so start treating me like one!”
“That’s right bitch.” Buck cleared the papers off Kate’s desk. He pulled down his pants and sat on the desk. “Show me how a white slut works a black cock.”
Kate immediately climbed on top of the muscular dark skinned man. Straddling him, she pulled the tight skirt up above her waist, exposing her lacy thong and freshly shaven pussy. The mom of three shook with excitement as she pulled the thong aside and maneuvered the monster cock towards her pleasure hole. Staring downwards, she said, “I love the look of my creamy white thighs resting on your dark body. I love the purple head of your cock on the precipice, just before it plunges in.”
He ripped off her shirt and bra. “And I love watching my strong black hands rubbing your big white tits and tiny pink nipples.” Kate moaned in pleasure as he squeezed. The moaning became louder as she dropped her hips lower, accepting his head inside her still sore cunt. She began to ride the monster up and down, inching lower with each thrust. Kate screamed with pleasure and pain as she came closer to the hilt. She finally felt the impact of her pussy lips on his pubic hair and a painful sensation in her cervix.
“I need to have an orgasm, master.”
“Feel free, slut. You’re doing great.”
With his permission, Kate furiously massaged her clit while riding all ten inches of Buck’s cock. The rod glistened with her juices as Kate’s office was filled with increasingly loud screaming, complimented by the rhythmic slapping of a white ass against black thighs. She reached climax and gushed all over her lover, fluids dripping onto her desk.
Kate was ready to milk Buck’s member dry when she heard a faint noise behind her. It was a click and then a man’s voice. “Are you ok?”
“Oh fuck” was Kate’s only thought. It was Jake, the 25 year old assistant manager she had just recently promoted. He looked on the scene in absolute confusion, stammering for words.
“What the fuck is going on here? What about your family?” Jake and his wife had gone on several double-dates with Kate and her husband. The two couples were becoming close.
Buck’s cock had gone soft inside Kate. She toppled off him as he pulled up his pants and pushed past Jake out the door. “I’m…so…sorry” was all Kate could think to say.
“How long has this been going on?”
“It just started yesterday. Listen, please don’t tell anyone about this. I can’t lose my job and my family. I’ll do anything, please.”
It was as though Jake hadn’t heard a word she said. “Why did you decide to cheat on your husband with the new janitor?”
“I don’t know. I was bored, it was just a stupid spur of the moment thing.”
“Was it because he is black?”
“What? No, not at all. Well…I don’t know.”
“Answer the question or I call corporate right now.”
Kate finally noticed she was standing naked in front of Jake and started dressing.“Fine. Yeah, I guess it was. I liked the idea of being owned by a black man.”
“You liked? So just because you got caught you don’t like it anymore?”
She was getting annoyed. “Yeah. Well…no. I don’t know, what is the point of this? Are you going to tell anybody or not?”
“That depends. I have a huge, terrible secret over you. I could think with my brain and milk this for all it’s worth, or think with my dick. Should I go for promotions, bonuses, and vacation days, or the hope of satisfying my biggest sexual fantasy?”
Kate was surprised, but saw an easy out. “What is your fantasy?”
“I want to watch my wife fuck a black man. I have been talking about this for a while and she is on the edge. I think you and your friend there can push her over the edge.”
“You want me to convince Becky to have sex with Buck?”
“Yes and no. You also have to be there…involved.”
“And you won’t tell anybody and will drop this for good?”
“Swear on my life.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Kate and Jake spent the next two months working out the details of the plan. She suddenly got much closer to Becky, turning from acquaintances to friends over a few weeks. The friendship reminded both of them of their college days, when they would spend party weekends with the girls flirting with frat guys. Buck was a more than willing participant, thinking he had been fired for his conduct.
Becky was a striking beauty. Fresh out of college, the 22 year old was tall, 5 feet 8 inches, and petite, 125 pounds. Her cute 32/B breasts perfectly complimented her figure. She was tan with beautiful long blonde hair and blue eyes. In terms of age it was a unique friendship, but their matching personalities meant Kate and Becky got along perfectly.
The plan came together on a Saturday. Kate planned a girls’ night out with Becky, stopping by a few bars to get loose before they would “accidently” run into Buck. Everything went well and at ten o’clock the pair stopped into the Roundeye bar. Kate was excited when Buck, playing the role of handsome stranger, walked up next to the girls. He sat next to Becky and introduced himself.
Kate, carrying out the plan, immediately began flirting openly with Buck. Freed from the bonds of social convention by the alcohol and encouraged by her adventurous friend, Becky joined in. The talk shifted from lighthearted flirting to sexual matters, encouraged by Kate and Buck. “Is it true what they say about black guys?” Becky questioned
“I don’t know. What do they say?”
She shot him a devilish grin. “You know, about….down there,” Becky giggled.
“What about it?”
“Yeah, what about it,” added Kate with a sly smile.
“Well…” Becky’s face had turned red from embarrassment. “I heard that it is pretty big.”
“Ohhhhh. No, that is just a myth,” responded Buck. “It isn’t pretty big, it is huge.”
Both girls squealed with delight. Kate asked, “can we see it?”
Becky was shocked. She leaned in close to Kate and whispered, “What are you doing? We’re married!”
“What’s wrong with a little fun? I deserve it, don’t you?”
“I guess….” The smile returned to her face. “So can we see it?”
“Of course you can, girls. I just happen to have a hotel room two blocks away. We can walk if you want to.”
“I don’t know if we should do this.” Becky was apprehensive. “Is this right?”
“Of course it is. Would your husband really mind?”
“No. Actually, he has wanted me to do this for a while. You’re right, let’s just see what happens.”
The threesome paid their tab and walked to the hotel. They flirted in the elevator and on the way to the room, number 416.
“We’re here,” said Buck as he unlocked the door and led the beautiful women inside.
The black man had already experienced Kate, so he didn’t need to guess what lay under her clothes. Becky, on the other hand, was still a mystery, though her tight bar-hopping outfit of leggings and a camisole left little to the imagination. Kate could tell he looked forward to exploring her tight young body.
The three sat on the king-sized bed. “What did you ladies want, again?”
Kate answered, “We want to know if what they say about black guys is true. Can I get a peek?”
“Maybe, but what do I get out of it?”
“What do you want?”
“I know what they say about black guys. Did you know they say something like that about white girls? I heard that all white girls have tight little holes that crave black cock. Is that true?”
“I don’t know,” said Becky. “Maybe let us take a look at what you’re working with first, and then we’ll see.”
“Fine.” Buck pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his rock hard ten inches. Kate smiled when she saw the look on Becky’s face.
“I can’t believe it is that big. How does it even fit?”
“Do you want to find out?”
Becky’s simple answer surprised Kate. “Yes. I need it.” She lunged forward and buried her face in his groin, lapping hungrily at his member. “You are such a man.” She had turned into a black cock slut.
Kate stood up and undressed as Buck removed his shirt. He had to restrain Becky, which only made her want his cock more. “Calm down girl, you’ll get what you need.” He removed her shirt, bra, and then leggings. She squirmed on the bed in her panties as Buck held down her arms. “What do you want?”
“I want your black cock to defile my tiny white holes.”
“You can have it, but you to put on a show for me first. Makeout with your friend.”
Becky did as she was told. Slipping out of her panties, Kate climbed on top of her. Their nude bodies pressed together, breasts smashed and hips grinding as they kissed. “Are you a whore for black cock?”
“Yes,” Becky answered.
“Prove it.” She watched as Kate got up and rummaged through her purse. The mom retrieved a black permanent marker. Kate removed the cap and wrote across Becky’s chest, “Blacks Only.”
“Wait!” Becky was scared. “How can I explain this to Jake?”
Kate replied, “He already knows. He arranged this whole thing and is waiting in the lobby. Should I call him up?”
Becky replied with indifference. “No, I’ve got everything I need right here.”
The girls giggled as they took turns writing on each other’s bodies. “Negroes enter in rear,” “This hole for black use only,” “White Slut,” “Black hoe,” and Becky’s personal favorite, “Black Babymaker.”
“You know, Buck and I have been at this for months now. I missed my period and got a positive pregnancy test two weeks ago. I’m carrying a little brown baby inside of me.”
“Wow, that is incredible.” Becky asked, “Are you sure it isn’t your husband’s?”
“Positive. Buck is the only man who has filled me with his seed. With how many times he has shot his load into my pussy, I would be surprised if I wasn’t knocked up. Now it’s your turn.”
“Not yet,” Buck chimed in. “I want to see you white trash hoes do something nasty.”
Kate had something good in mind. In a sitting position, facing Becky who was lying on the bed, she interlaced their legs and began tribbing: rubbing their pussies together. Both girls were moaning and gyrating when Kate lifted her leg, stuffing her foot into her lesbian lover’s mouth. Becky did likewise and the girls sucked each other’s toes and licked the soles of their sweaty feet.
After a few minutes, Buck couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of Becky’s thin body swaying in motion with Kate’s, her small breasts bouncing on her chest, her moans of pleasure muffled by Kate’s sexy foot in her mouth, the words “Black Babymaker” written across her stomach. It all drove Buck wild. Speaking to Becky, he said, “It’s time, white slut.”
Kate asked, “Are you ready to be initiated into the sisterhood?”
“What?”
“The sisterhood of white girls who live for black cock. Your hole has two jobs now: to accept big black cocks and pump out brown babies. Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
Kate positioned herself behind Becky, holding her with her arms wrapped around the girl’s waist. “This will hurt, probably worse than your first time, but it is the only way for you to become a sister.”
Becky spread her legs to accommodate Buck’s muscular dark body. He lay on top of her, ready to initiate missionary-style sex. “You can scream if you want to.”
The head of his huge rod traced the outline of Becky’s shaved pussy lips. It found the hole and Buck thrust his hips, hammering into the tight young slut. “Ohhhhhhhh fuck that hurts!”
Kate laughed. “I know sweetie, I’ve been through it too.”
Buck worked slowly, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside Becky with each thrust. She writhed with pleasure and pain, pinned between Buck’s muscles and Kate’s large breasts. For several minutes all she could do was hold on to Buck until the pain began to subside. Her breathing became less shallow as her cunt stretched to accommodate its new extra-large master.
“Does my little white fucktoy enjoy being banged by a big nigger cock?”
“Yes master.”
“Do you like having your tiny white pussy ruined?”
“Yes master.”
“Good. Now get on your hands and knees. Kate, get your slut face under her pussy.”
The slaves complied. Buck entered Becky from behind, Kate’s face only a few inches away. She lifted her head and stuck out her tongue, lapping up Becky’s juices on Buck’s huge cock. Becky screamed into the pillow as Buck turned her white cunt inside out. “Are you ready babe?”
“Yes master. Fill me with your seed.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to shoot your black jizz straight into my cervix. Get me pregnant.”
With that, Buck groaned as he unleashed a torrent of cum inside Becky. It was more than she had ever felt before. She cried with happiness as Buck pulled out, her pussy slick with a combination of her juice and his semen. Kate lapped up sweet juice that dripped from Buck’s cock.
The trio found Jake sitting in the lobby. He was furious that Kate never called him to the room, but his anger subsided when he saw the look of fulfillment on his wife’s face. Speaking to her husband, Becky said, “Everything is different now. I’m a slut for big black cock.”
Six months later, both Becky and Kate were sporting matching pregnant bellies. Buck’s seed had planted inside the girls, forever cementing their status as white sluts for black cock.
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