The Dare Game Goes On: By Vivian
After that night at the hotel I was feeling quite shocked at what I had done and what I have become playing this dare game. By the weekend I needed something to get myself out of the slump I was in by actually allowing myself to become a ***** for a night. In chat I again ran into Mr.S, I did not let onto him just how much the ************ dare had affected me and at the time still was getting to me. We chatted and I put up a front not wanting him to know it really hit me hard, I think he may have sensed I was not exactly myself after that one because he gave me a small dare to do this time. I was to walk out nude slowly (hopefully in front of my daughters) through the house to the kitchen and refill my wine glass.
As usual my husband was away and this seemed like nothing since I had often walked around my home nude or in panties. Nothing sexual about it really except that I had forgotten about another little minor dare he gave me back in December that my girls didn't know about. Walking out nude as I crossed the living room my daughters and a girl friend that just happened to be over at the time got their first viewing of my little tattoo.
The tattoo is of a little black dolphin on the side of my right breast hidden usually by clothes and ******* only when I want. He had given me the little dare the month before and I had forgotten it that day so I had to explain to my girls that sometimes when a woman feels neglected she does something a little sexy to uplift her spirits. I just thought it was cute and I was feeling a little outrageous that day. My daughters and friend all thought it was really cool that I did it and kind of hot it being on my breast.
Getting back to my computer and chat with Mr.S took a while but he was still there and enjoyed that I had to explain the tattoo. Soon he had to go but before he did he gave me another sexual dare to do. This dare was to have sex in a billiard hall on a pool table with at least two black men, how it was to be done was up to me and as always the dares are to be done bareback.
I knew of a pool hall/bar where black men tend to hang out. I went there early afternoon on a school day. I figured that time of day I was least likely to run into kids and it would not be crowded. I had gotten a ball tray from the bar and while in there got a glass of wine then went into the pool-room picked a table and started playing. I used to be pretty good at this game when younger, a friend had a table in her home and we played 8 ball often with her brother.
It wasn't long two young black men came over and challenged me and said they usually played for fifty a game. I knew they were trying to hustle me and simply told them I didn't have enough cash to wager on a game. I did however tell them if they liked I would bet my white pussy to their fifty. They did hesitate momentarily upon hearing that but quickly accepted the wager of my sex verses their money.
After the break I got low balls they got high, we played one game and they had to alternate shots. At first they did not play well so I faltered my game a little being that I was trying to loose and complete my dare. They started out slow wanting to prolong the game and try to make it look like they were not hustling me. Soon they were playing well enough to make it look like it was a close game but never really being in their league I lost rather quickly later in the game.
Upon loosing the bet I let those two young men fuck me right there on the table. It was early afternoon with no one else in the room and the bar being in another we were not seen so I allowed them to have me two times each, bareback of course as required by the dare. The multiple cream-pies along with my own juices made for an interesting drive home and the panty shield was a creamy mess by the time I got there. With my husband at work and the daughters out getting cleaned up was no problem.
After completing the pool table dare I was feeling a lot better and more like me. I really do love the excitement of doing these outrageous things and after a while even the ************ dare no longer bothered me much. The rest of the week I was pretty much a good girl but when Saturday came around I again found Mr.S in chat. We chatted a while and he enjoyed hearing about my exploits in the billiard hall.
Before he left I guess he sensed I was back to normal (at least normal for me) Mr.S gave me a rather naughty dare to do. I was again to have glory-hole sex; this time I was to seek out and find an adult video store in a very black area. I was to stay in that glory-hole booth until I had sex with at least a dozen black men. I had to fuck at least two and also have anal sex with at least one other.
My husband being away on some kind of fishing trip with his redneck buddies and it being Saturday I thought maybe I could do it that night. I knew of an adult store over in Maryland in a mostly black neighborhood. I had seen it while with a friend shopping for a new car as it was in the area of a lot of car dealers. It would have to be something like a neighborhood store that would be risky enough; no way was I going to an inner city store.
I really thought about passing on this challenge, a lot that could go very wrong with it. This dare to me is very vulgar and it aroused me thinking of myself being so nasty that I did decide to at least go over and check out the store. If things looked good to me I may just do it, for some reason and I have no idea why the nastier these challenges are the hotter I get, both in anticipation and in the actual act of doing the dare. Mostly I would have to look over the clientele and also see if they even had a video booth with a glory-hole in it.
That night I dressed in easily removable clothes, not the sexiest but a wrap around mid thigh skirt and pull over T-shirt no panties or bra and slip on sandals then crossed the bridge into Maryland. I sat in my car in the parking lot a while; I brought a little bottled courage just to get my nerve up to go in and check out the place. Watching those going into the store and they were quite busy, mostly men but one couple went in; all were black which was reasonable since the neighborhood here was mostly.
I went in a little while after the couple I felt just a tiny bit less nervous with another woman in the place. The men there all looked pretty decent a little older then the couple maybe late twenties to late forties. I could almost feel their eyes on me as I looked around like I was shopping, mostly at the black dildos then saw the entrance to the peep shows.
Going back I checked the booths and found one open with a glory hole in it, I went in and locked the door and in no time had my clothes off. Feeding the machine a few dollars the movie played, it was a hot sex scene with a black man and woman fucking doggy style, I found I could flip to another video and found a nasty interracial one where several black men were gang-banging a white woman. Not long after changing the movie I heard someone come into the next booth.
I knew I was going to do the challenge so like at the glory hole in the gas station I put my fingers thru the hole. I made sure the one with my wedding ring was one of them; no mistaking it was that naughty married white female in this booth and got a quick response. I'm sure they all had seen me when I entered the store being the only white woman there. A mid sized black cock came to me thru the hole; I fondled it to start and soon knelt and took him in my mouth. It was then I realized that this booth was nowhere near as clean as that gas station with my sandals on I didn't feel just how sticky the floor was till I was on my knees. I also noticed now close up and in the light of the video just how cum stained the wall was and bumping it a few times with my face it too was sticky. Oh did I feel nasty sucking that black cock in such a dirty place.
This made me incredibly hot unlike the gas station this was being super naughty. He came quickly like those at the gas station not bothering to take his time for me. As his thick cum was sliding down my throat; I felt like such a dirty slut and with the help of my busy fingers had an orgasm. I was having so much fun being such a naughty girl so at first I thought it was going to be an easy challenge. After swallowing several loads I needed to give my stomach a break and let most of the rest shoot their cum all over my face and breasts. They did not all come one after the other, I would do one or two then have to sometimes wait 10 min or more before the next would enter the booth. After each I cleaned up with some wipes I brought which turned out to be a mistake later.
This time I made it a point to look at each man before he filled the hole and number eight looked older and nice along with a good sized dick so I chose him to be one to fuck me. After an initial sucking to get him wet and ready he was very pleased when I turned and slipped him into my soaking wet cock-sheath. Pushing him in deep and now my ass upon that nasty cum sticky wall I let him fuck my pussy as hard as he wanted. Bent over doggy I looked between my legs as this strange black cock pounded me bareback. Orgasms came to me quickly and multiple and this black man just kept on hammering his dick into me. Older man he was and he knew how to make it last, he was in me quite a while and brought me thru so many orgasms before he pushed deep and unloaded his balls inside me. I don't know if it had been a while for him or it was normal but he gave me the biggest load of cum I ever took. He shot it hard and fast and it was running down my thighs before he even pulled out and when he did it really flowed out of me.
I used the last of my wipes cleaning up the massive load of his sperm which seemed to be coming out in buckets. With no more wipes now realizing my mistake in using them earlier, I just sucked and swallowed numbers nine and ten. When I saw number eleven I knew he was to be the anal fuck, he was above average, maybe seven or eight inches but not thick and with the wall I could control depth. Being out of wipes I figured I could keep his cum in my ass till I could clean up later. I will swallow number twelve also so at this time I felt I had the challenge beat. Same as with the fuck I sucked him till hard and wet and when asked if he wanted my ass he was very delighted. I turned and with him thru the wall I guided that long lean cock into my ass. It did hurt a little at first since I rarely did anal and only recently but soon had him deep inside. After the first few moments the hurt was gone and it felt good in there.
This man also knew how to make things last and after quite a while of steady pounding in my ass it was making wet farting noise and I began to smell the odor and the more he fucked the stronger it got. I was getting very embarrassed about having gas, then heard him say oh yeah baby, get nasty, that’s the way ass fucking should be. I was so glad that wall was between us, it sort of grossed me out but he seemed to love it.
Although the smell was a bit strong the continuous pumping had me well on the way to orgasm. I 'm not sure but I think it was my fault it happened, he had been taking long strokes pulling almost all the way out. Just as I started to orgasm he popped out then my legs being tired slipped some then I straightened up and when pushed forward he slid into my pussy. He must have been on the edge also and when he slid in deep it pushed me over the edge and my cum-craver just clamped down on him causing his release filling me deep inside.
I noticed as soon as he pulled out I was a bit sticky down there and the smell was now quite strong. It was then that I realized that he went into me dirty and at the time freaked me out. I panicked at first and tried to clean off with some of the used wipes but they were so well soaked in cum they were falling apart in my hands. I always carry panties and a shield in my purse if needed when out so I put them on dressed and got out of there. Sorry number twelve but I had to get home and clean out fast.
Without traffic at that hour I made it home in just about thirty minutes, once home I left the windows down in the car to air out and went inside. Thankfully it was late and my girls were asleep so I slipped in unnoticed. Once in the master bath I stripped and cleaned up, thankfully he wasn't as dirty as I thought. I douched thoroughly then took a shower and went to bed.
Laying there I found it hard to sleep I kept thinking how vulgar this particular dare was and yet I had never had so much fun in my life. Yes this was real fun no worries or head games just a dick thru the wall. Most times I thought of it as an object or toy like a dildo and it was sex with absolutely no strings or emotional bullshit to mess things up, it was just pure naughty fun and aside from getting a dirty pussy I loved every second of it. I will have to do it again sometime however I think I will not try anal again thru the glory-hole. I was a little worried I may get an infection but luck was with me again and nothing happened.
[If there was any one dare that would define my sex life this was it. Ever since doing this challenge I have been drawn to glory-holes. I know that it is probably the nastiest and one of the most dangerous ways of having sex that I would do. I do take precautions but risking interracial pregnancy by fucking bareback and unprotected at a glory-hole is just so damned vulgar that it is my Achilles-heel. When my most fertile time is near, I’m drawn to them like a moth to a flame. Vivian: 02/20/2024]
(Back to 2009) Another week had passed until I saw Mr.S in chat again and told him some about the glory hole experience. We chatted a while and finally he got around to my next challenge. Mr.S asked me if I ever tried ATM, well naive me had to ask him what it was and when he told me it meant ass-to-mouth. I almost told him hell no after the affair in the glory hole. While chatting I did look it up and saw a few videos with ATM, in the videos it actually looked so naughty it made me hot.
I got to thinking if I did it in the afternoon and not so late at night my bowels would be empty since I usually relieve them in the morning. Mr.S then told me he wanted me to do it not just from mine but also from another woman's ass, after accepting the dare I said good bye and logged off. The only woman I would trust to try this with was my friend Gina. Since she helped me get started with interracial sex we have become quite close and have shared a number of black men.
I called Gina and told her what I wanted to try and after some pressure from her I had to tell her about the dare game. I told Gina about the game and how long I had been doing these dares I did however leave out telling her about the ************ challenge. To say the least she was intrigued by the game and told me she would also try the ATM dare with me, we both decided that if it came out dirty though we wouldn't.
Gina made the arrangements with two of her black lovers that like anal sex and a few days later I went to Gina's for the challenge. It was early afternoon and we both had several drinks to get the nerve to do something so nasty. After some lengthy anal fucking they pulled out and seeing there was nothing visible I took him in my mouth I also saw Gina do the same. I did taste something, maybe a hint of my ass on his cock but it wasn't as bad as I thought. We both had another drink and tried it from each other, it tasted only a little nastier but not bad. Neither one of us liked it so we both added another never again to our list as we both decided it was a one time thing.
Finding Mr.S in the chat room the following Saturday morning I described my ATM adventure and explained to him that I had to tell Gina about our game. He enjoyed me telling him that she did go along with the dare and also tried it herself. The next challenge he wanted me to again involve my friend, we were to go to a mall dressed sexy and pick up two black men and fuck them somewhere in the mall.
After logging off I called Gina and she was all for it, and since it was early she wanted to do it that afternoon. The chosen mall of course was mostly black shoppers and we got a lot of looks from everyone there. In no time Gina had two young men picked out and soon she had engaged them in conversation, it never ceases to amaze me at how fast she can pick up men. Gina does seem to prefer young men and I noticed that these two she picked appeared to be a little younger then I would have wanted but she assured me they both were of age.
We had been in this mall before so we took them to a restroom that isn't frequently used. Locking the door we got undressed and knelt each taking one and helping him out of his pants. On the restroom floor with their black cocks in front of our faces we each took them into our mouths at the same time and started sucking them. In no time we had them both rock hard and first Gina then me; we turned and slid them into our hot white cum-cravers. We told them to do it hard and fast we didn't have a lot of time to play with there in the mall. Both young men fucked us hard each in turn blowing his load inside us. When they left they took our panties leaving us to make our way to the parking lot with cum leaking down our legs. We sure didn't get out of there unnoticed which for me made my pussy hotter and to be naughty I even pushed out more cum to run down my thighs. Gina noticed this and did the same, my god I'm turning into such a naughty slut, a few months back I would never had done such a thing much less leave leaking.
First week in February I was on my period when I caught up with Mr.S. It had been a couple weeks since I had seen him in chat and we discussed the mall dare, I then asked him if he read part one of my story. He said he had and suggested I be more graphic I told him I would try but I'm not a porn writer. Feeling bold I told him I planned to go on the birth control shots soon and I would give him one more shot at my eggs. Before I did he was to give me another high risk challenge where he was to also pick the date. Mr.S challenged me to have a gang bang with four black men and had to keep their seed in me for at least ten hours after. When he gave me the date of February nineteenth I knew then he had either sensed or deduced I was near or on my period at the time.
This dare really scared me I told him he was cutting it close but it was iffy. He had no idea according to my chart just how close he was. The next two weeks I was very nervous I really thought about not doing it and just saying I did. The only trouble with that is I had given my word that I would do it which meant I would go through with this challenge and hope with my age I would get very lucky and again miss getting knocked up. When telling Gina about this challenge she thought I was out of my mind but did help to set up the gang bang party at her place.
When the day came I was scared to death, so far I had not ovulated, and I really was praying it would come early. When I arrived at Gina's I noticed quite a few black men there not just four. It seems that she had let out that my eggs were to be at risk and the black men just flocked there hoping to get a chance to knock me up. I wasn't in her home two minutes before I was nude and on my knees sucking and as soon as I was wet a black cock was inside me.
Each stroke had me getting more and more aroused but also built the fear in me that I really had fucked-up this time and will walk out this evening knocked up with a mixed race child. He pushed deep and held tight, I felt great fear as his cock twitched and pulsed inside me, I could feel the warmth of his cum as he was filling me and on my thighs as it was leaking out. All I thought was “oh my god!” I then suddenly exploded into one very intense orgasm. He pumped the last of his sperm deep inside then pulled out and another took his place and slid into me.
There was no anal sex and little oral except to just get them hard, they wanted nothing more then to pour their seed into my fertile white baby-oven. Each seemed to be on a mission to see if they could pump my white belly up with a baby. One after another they took their turns each adding their seed deep inside my womb, forgotten was my fear, my body caught up in the many orgasms.
I had no idea exactly how many men fucked me that afternoon or how many times they used me; I lost count somewhere around six or seven but am sure it was many more. Gina had sex with some but they would not cum in her and saved their seed for me. Throughout the afternoon as my pussy was being inseminated by one black cock after another, the idea of me becoming pregnant continued to drift across my mind keeping me in an almost constant state of orgasm. Several hours later after cleaning up I left Gina's a bit sore with a tampon, panty shield and panties to hold the flood of cum still deep inside me. I looked at my watch it was 5:30 pm, dinner would be just a little late.
I got home a little after 6:00 pm and with the help of my girls started to prepare dinner. I was feeling very naughty, my daughters had no idea that sperm from almost a dozen black men were swimming around deep inside their mother as we cooked. Although exhausted I found it a little hard to get to sleep that night. As I lay next to my husband with my cum-dumpster full of black men's sperm all I could think about was that most likely I was pregnant already and it would take a miracle not to be. Ten hours after the gang bang would be around 3:30am, it would be suspicious if I got up then so I wouldn't be able to douche till my usual shower around 7:00am.
I woke up in a sweat around 4:00am from a dream of me with a very pregnant belly but did manage not wake up my husband. After relaxing and cooling off some I drifted back to sleep with the thought that my ovaries were dropping my egg into a sea of Afro-American sperm. The next two weeks I was very nervous and when my period was late the first day I was filled with dread, second day late I just knew I fucked-up and got preggers. I was all set to go to the store on the third day to get a pregnancy tester when my period started, unbelievable I lucked out again.
Now the first part of March I found Mr.S in chat, I had not seen him for the previous two weeks and when chatting I got the feeling he was a little disappointed that I had not gotten pregnant. I was asked by him if I had ever danced at a strip club, I told him no and he said my next challenge was to find a strip club frequented by black men and see if they would permit me to dance.
I found this challenge ironic; the reason being is that in January I had chatted with a woman that had danced at a club on an amateur night. I knew of the strip club she danced at, it was located near GWU. When I was going there for my masters several women I knew danced at this club to help pay their way thru school. While chatting with her I thought it would be something fun to try but for me in a black gentleman’s club. The club she danced at would not work for me because the clientele was mostly white.
Since then I had found a black strip club in upper NW Washington and had been debating whether I should try stripping before I met Mr.S that day, so I already had part of this challenge arranged before I even got it. I had even went shopping and picked up an easily removed sexy outfit along with a quick remove G string like I had seen on this HBO series I recently been watching about exotic dancers.
It was a Friday evening and my husband had already left on one of his so called business trips. He said he had to prepare for an early meeting Monday and needed the weekend (Bullshit he was fucking one of his girlfriends and I have video to prove it) but I didn't care.
I never bothered to call I just went to that club since I found in business showing up in person I get less run-around. Walking inside I integrated the place being the only white person in there and was my alabaster skin really showing up. I ordered a drink at the bar and after drinking some and watching the dancers a while (which the black women here danced entirely different from that HBO series) I asked to see the manager.
I was taken to his office and outside his door I got the idea he was quite upset, I didn't hear exactly what he was saying but the attitude was loud and obvious. When he was told someone wanted to see him the door was just swinging open. The response he gave me was a loud WHAT THE FUCK DO THEY WAAA---HOLY SHIT dayum girl I hope you're a dancer? With his frown turning to a big smile. I explained I never have and was hoping he had an amateur night like some clubs I had heard of. He said he didn't but if I wanted he had two of his dancers get arrested and sure would let me have the stage that night if I wanted since he was going to be short of strippers.
I said I would dance and hope I didn't disappoint any of his customers with my lack of experience. The manager I believe was playing on my ego since he needed me to fill in for his missing dancers told me with my looks I would not disappoint any group of men and especially this one with my snow white skin. I know I'm an attractive woman and although I had been told many times I look like I'm still in my twenties I am thirty seven years old and not one of those young girls that usually are exotic dancers.
I went out to my car thankful that I had brought the outfit I bought to start my dance. When buying my dancer outfit I had forgotten one little detail, a garter and when I was about to leave the house I had a wicked thought and went to a box I had a few keepsakes in and took out the white lace garter I wore on my wedding day. The wedding was outside and after the ceremony I thru my bouquet but it started to rain and we all headed to the reception. With everyone drinking then one thing after the other my husband never got to throw the garter so I still had it. Backstage I changed into my little outfit, a very short green wrap-around miniskirt, under a quick release thong and the white marital garter on my thigh and topped with a shear almost see thru darker green blouse no bra and four inch heels. With my light auburn hair and emerald eyes, green is my color and really does look good on me. Now dressed and ready the manager took me to see the Dee-jay to pick my music.
Once there laughing jokingly I said: “I doubt you have any A J or Shania.”
The manager looked at me with a strange “what” look on his face. The Dee-jay also laughed and just said country music.
Telling him I have no idea about rap or hip-hop music so let me just tell you what I don't want and would like and let you choose the music. He said good enough, so I explained that I didn't want any music promoting any kind of violence or hatred especially toward white people. I did tell him that the music could be as sexually graphic as he likes preferably as erotic as hell, especially along the lines of black men fucking and or impregnating white women.
As for as the lights I wanted to be seen, they could see what lights look good on me but I do want them bright enough so that all can see every nook and cranny of my womanly charms. I figured I was only going to do this once and in D.C. it is full nude dancing so I was going to be as naughty as I could get away with. I then hit the bar for a little liquid courage.
It was now 10PM, the regular dancers had already done several sets and now it was my turn to give them a little break. I was told that they stretched the usual 20 min set to 30 min for me I was to be topless in the first 5 min and nude by10min and stay nude the remainder of the set. My music started and I strutted out onto the stage first I just heard the music and the crowd was silent. When they realized white pussy was on stage they started cheering and a lot of hoots and cat-calls and several sexual remarks. I was very nervous at first but that ended very quickly as soon as I mentally got into the music and dancing. Not being able to dance anything like those black women it was more like shaking then anything else but my white body was too toned for that. I danced much like I had seen on HBO, I would use the pole that the other dancers didn't and do some split moves like I used to do in high school gymnastics. The music was hot and incredibly nasty promoting interracial sex and inseminating the white women. Having no idea of the artists or the names of the songs however they had me steaming and my G-string had become very damp. I removed my blouse, there on stage “me” a wife and mother of three was showing off her pink nipple snow white breasts to a packed house of horny black men. A few times I danced over to the edge of the stage where the men would put money in my garter. Minutes later I played with my skirt then unhooked it and tossed it over with my blouse. Onstage now with nothing more on then a tiny thong which covered very little and by then obviously wet I again danced over to the edge where more men put money in my garter and my thong. I felt more then a few times fingers wander quickly across my bare ass and the thong. As I danced a crazy thought passed thru my mind, I wonder what my racist husband would say if he saw me, his white wife dancing nude in front of this crowd of black men.
So many bills in my thong and garter I danced over to my pile of clothes and put the money with them. The music black hip-hop / rap was well chosen for me, it was very sexually nasty. I popped the catch on my thong, it was soaked and dripped with my juices I also tossed it in the pile and there I was totally nude in front of them, being a Friday night the place was packed. With the thong off my juices flowed freely down my thighs, there was no doubt this white woman was aroused and with the requested bright lighting it was hidden from no one. My pussy is baby bare and smooth from a recent Brazilian wax and my charms could be viewed by all.
Those that put bills in my garter when I danced by the stage edge got a very good view of all that I am between my thighs and could easily smell my arousal. A few times I was so bold as to let them slide their fingers through my wet gash for a quick feel. Then I would quickly backed up and using the pole did many erotic standing splits to let them see all and made sure my legs stayed open long enough for a very good view. Those bright lights were hot and I was covered in sweat but was worth it knowing that these men could see all that I had very clearly and that had me hotter then hell sexually. Now nude I stayed by the edge most of the time and a lot of bills were put in my garter. More then a few laughed and said marital garter, no doubt that white lace garter was obviously for a wedding. They would then look to my left hand, yes they were there, my engagement and wedding rings.
Soaked in sweat my thirty minutes was finally over, under those lights and a half hour of non-stop dancing I was beat. I gathered my things and went back to the dressing room. It was there that I realized just how much money those men tipped me, it was not ones they were putting in my garter it was fives and tens and some twenties. If anyone was to say black men are cheap they sure never met this crowd. I wasn't paid by the club I was dancing for fun and told them so. As for the tip money I divided it evenly and gave it to the regular dancers, I do quite well in my business so I really do not need the money.
I packed up and was about to leave when the manager came in, I thought he would say something about me allowing several roaming fingers access to the most forbidden place on my body by law.(My thoughts were what the hell it’s a one time thing) Instead he asked if I would dance a couple more sets so the other girls wouldn't have to be over worked to cover. He also said keep up the dirty dancing, since you’re an amateur we can get away with a lot more and the crowd loves it.
I danced two more regular twenty minute sets, each time I was nude inside of the first five minutes to the pleasure of all those men and there were several more deep roaming fingers. They offered to pay me for the night but I refused and again gave the other girls my tips. All in all I had a blast that night; I found I loved being totally ******* in front of all those black men.
I was so aroused when I was leaving that strip club my panties were soaked. While walking to my car there were two black men following me and in that neighborhood I thought that they may try something. Not waiting to find out by anything rough and my being horny as hell, I simply turned and asked if they were coming to scratch this itch I had deep inside and put my hand tapping over my pussy.
They were delighted to help out this white woman in distress and for the first time since high school I had sex in a car. I sucked and fucked them both in the back seat of their car which was parked near mine. I was sure glad they had a big car with a large back seat which was a lot roomier then those in my school days. I went home quite content but tired and very creamy inside. It was after three and I was beat when I got home, I showered and went to bed.
In bed before falling asleep I wondered what my family would think if they were to find out all of the naughty things I have done over the last ten months. I have had sex with black men and often in groups with my friend Gina, had lesbian sex with Gina and other women at interracial sex parties arranged as entertainment for the black men that attended. After meeting Mr.S. last November and getting involved in this little dare game; I have been an exhibitionist in malls and other places, had glory hole sex in both a truck stop restroom and an adult book store. I got a tattoo on my breast I also used my sex as a bet in a billiard game. Just recently I worked one night as a hotel chippie and another night as a stripper in a black gentleman's club. I really didn’t care about my husband finding out; what really concerned me was what my barely legal teen daughters would think of their mother being such a wanton black cock slut.
All the sex with black men had been bareback and unprotected as Mr. S was trying to get me knocked up. As luck would have it each time he gave me a dare challenge date that was to be near my ovulation I somehow avoided conception. I have since found out there was a medical reason I did not get pregnant those times. It seems I had a problem with my right Fallopian tube and it was blocked which had the same affect as if it were tied. It turned out each of those risky dares fell on the cycle that right ovary created the egg and it never got through.
Because of that I was going to give Mr. S one last shot at my eggs if he could think up a good dare that I would do. I have turned into quite a gambler over the last year and have begun taking serious chances with my eggs pushing the limits of my fertile days. I never would have thought of doing this early in this game.
Unfortunately or fortunately he seemed to have stopped coming to the chat room. Funny thing, Mr.S did have a good idea of my cycle but the last offer which never came would have fallen on my left ovary cycle. He may have succeeded in getting me knocked up if he had only been around to give me another dated risk challenge.
This I believe is the dare/challenge end-game, I did have that tube fixed but also felt that I have risked it long enough and finally went on the birth control shots. Telling my gynecologist I found out my husband has been cheating and I was worried she had me tested and gave me a clean bill of health. I will continue to cheat on my husband behind his back. I do get a real thrill out of doing to him what he has done to me for so many years so I will do so until he finds out. I will for now limit my liaisons with my friend Gina and her lovers and the select sex parties both of which we are sure all participants are clean.
Who knows I may feel naughty and risk it again sometime *LOL* I do so love to gamble. Reality truly is stranger then fiction and I have been a very naughty girl
Vivian
As usual my husband was away and this seemed like nothing since I had often walked around my home nude or in panties. Nothing sexual about it really except that I had forgotten about another little minor dare he gave me back in December that my girls didn't know about. Walking out nude as I crossed the living room my daughters and a girl friend that just happened to be over at the time got their first viewing of my little tattoo.
The tattoo is of a little black dolphin on the side of my right breast hidden usually by clothes and ******* only when I want. He had given me the little dare the month before and I had forgotten it that day so I had to explain to my girls that sometimes when a woman feels neglected she does something a little sexy to uplift her spirits. I just thought it was cute and I was feeling a little outrageous that day. My daughters and friend all thought it was really cool that I did it and kind of hot it being on my breast.
Getting back to my computer and chat with Mr.S took a while but he was still there and enjoyed that I had to explain the tattoo. Soon he had to go but before he did he gave me another sexual dare to do. This dare was to have sex in a billiard hall on a pool table with at least two black men, how it was to be done was up to me and as always the dares are to be done bareback.
I knew of a pool hall/bar where black men tend to hang out. I went there early afternoon on a school day. I figured that time of day I was least likely to run into kids and it would not be crowded. I had gotten a ball tray from the bar and while in there got a glass of wine then went into the pool-room picked a table and started playing. I used to be pretty good at this game when younger, a friend had a table in her home and we played 8 ball often with her brother.
It wasn't long two young black men came over and challenged me and said they usually played for fifty a game. I knew they were trying to hustle me and simply told them I didn't have enough cash to wager on a game. I did however tell them if they liked I would bet my white pussy to their fifty. They did hesitate momentarily upon hearing that but quickly accepted the wager of my sex verses their money.
After the break I got low balls they got high, we played one game and they had to alternate shots. At first they did not play well so I faltered my game a little being that I was trying to loose and complete my dare. They started out slow wanting to prolong the game and try to make it look like they were not hustling me. Soon they were playing well enough to make it look like it was a close game but never really being in their league I lost rather quickly later in the game.
Upon loosing the bet I let those two young men fuck me right there on the table. It was early afternoon with no one else in the room and the bar being in another we were not seen so I allowed them to have me two times each, bareback of course as required by the dare. The multiple cream-pies along with my own juices made for an interesting drive home and the panty shield was a creamy mess by the time I got there. With my husband at work and the daughters out getting cleaned up was no problem.
After completing the pool table dare I was feeling a lot better and more like me. I really do love the excitement of doing these outrageous things and after a while even the ************ dare no longer bothered me much. The rest of the week I was pretty much a good girl but when Saturday came around I again found Mr.S in chat. We chatted a while and he enjoyed hearing about my exploits in the billiard hall.
Before he left I guess he sensed I was back to normal (at least normal for me) Mr.S gave me a rather naughty dare to do. I was again to have glory-hole sex; this time I was to seek out and find an adult video store in a very black area. I was to stay in that glory-hole booth until I had sex with at least a dozen black men. I had to fuck at least two and also have anal sex with at least one other.
My husband being away on some kind of fishing trip with his redneck buddies and it being Saturday I thought maybe I could do it that night. I knew of an adult store over in Maryland in a mostly black neighborhood. I had seen it while with a friend shopping for a new car as it was in the area of a lot of car dealers. It would have to be something like a neighborhood store that would be risky enough; no way was I going to an inner city store.
I really thought about passing on this challenge, a lot that could go very wrong with it. This dare to me is very vulgar and it aroused me thinking of myself being so nasty that I did decide to at least go over and check out the store. If things looked good to me I may just do it, for some reason and I have no idea why the nastier these challenges are the hotter I get, both in anticipation and in the actual act of doing the dare. Mostly I would have to look over the clientele and also see if they even had a video booth with a glory-hole in it.
That night I dressed in easily removable clothes, not the sexiest but a wrap around mid thigh skirt and pull over T-shirt no panties or bra and slip on sandals then crossed the bridge into Maryland. I sat in my car in the parking lot a while; I brought a little bottled courage just to get my nerve up to go in and check out the place. Watching those going into the store and they were quite busy, mostly men but one couple went in; all were black which was reasonable since the neighborhood here was mostly.
I went in a little while after the couple I felt just a tiny bit less nervous with another woman in the place. The men there all looked pretty decent a little older then the couple maybe late twenties to late forties. I could almost feel their eyes on me as I looked around like I was shopping, mostly at the black dildos then saw the entrance to the peep shows.
Going back I checked the booths and found one open with a glory hole in it, I went in and locked the door and in no time had my clothes off. Feeding the machine a few dollars the movie played, it was a hot sex scene with a black man and woman fucking doggy style, I found I could flip to another video and found a nasty interracial one where several black men were gang-banging a white woman. Not long after changing the movie I heard someone come into the next booth.
I knew I was going to do the challenge so like at the glory hole in the gas station I put my fingers thru the hole. I made sure the one with my wedding ring was one of them; no mistaking it was that naughty married white female in this booth and got a quick response. I'm sure they all had seen me when I entered the store being the only white woman there. A mid sized black cock came to me thru the hole; I fondled it to start and soon knelt and took him in my mouth. It was then I realized that this booth was nowhere near as clean as that gas station with my sandals on I didn't feel just how sticky the floor was till I was on my knees. I also noticed now close up and in the light of the video just how cum stained the wall was and bumping it a few times with my face it too was sticky. Oh did I feel nasty sucking that black cock in such a dirty place.
This made me incredibly hot unlike the gas station this was being super naughty. He came quickly like those at the gas station not bothering to take his time for me. As his thick cum was sliding down my throat; I felt like such a dirty slut and with the help of my busy fingers had an orgasm. I was having so much fun being such a naughty girl so at first I thought it was going to be an easy challenge. After swallowing several loads I needed to give my stomach a break and let most of the rest shoot their cum all over my face and breasts. They did not all come one after the other, I would do one or two then have to sometimes wait 10 min or more before the next would enter the booth. After each I cleaned up with some wipes I brought which turned out to be a mistake later.
This time I made it a point to look at each man before he filled the hole and number eight looked older and nice along with a good sized dick so I chose him to be one to fuck me. After an initial sucking to get him wet and ready he was very pleased when I turned and slipped him into my soaking wet cock-sheath. Pushing him in deep and now my ass upon that nasty cum sticky wall I let him fuck my pussy as hard as he wanted. Bent over doggy I looked between my legs as this strange black cock pounded me bareback. Orgasms came to me quickly and multiple and this black man just kept on hammering his dick into me. Older man he was and he knew how to make it last, he was in me quite a while and brought me thru so many orgasms before he pushed deep and unloaded his balls inside me. I don't know if it had been a while for him or it was normal but he gave me the biggest load of cum I ever took. He shot it hard and fast and it was running down my thighs before he even pulled out and when he did it really flowed out of me.
I used the last of my wipes cleaning up the massive load of his sperm which seemed to be coming out in buckets. With no more wipes now realizing my mistake in using them earlier, I just sucked and swallowed numbers nine and ten. When I saw number eleven I knew he was to be the anal fuck, he was above average, maybe seven or eight inches but not thick and with the wall I could control depth. Being out of wipes I figured I could keep his cum in my ass till I could clean up later. I will swallow number twelve also so at this time I felt I had the challenge beat. Same as with the fuck I sucked him till hard and wet and when asked if he wanted my ass he was very delighted. I turned and with him thru the wall I guided that long lean cock into my ass. It did hurt a little at first since I rarely did anal and only recently but soon had him deep inside. After the first few moments the hurt was gone and it felt good in there.
This man also knew how to make things last and after quite a while of steady pounding in my ass it was making wet farting noise and I began to smell the odor and the more he fucked the stronger it got. I was getting very embarrassed about having gas, then heard him say oh yeah baby, get nasty, that’s the way ass fucking should be. I was so glad that wall was between us, it sort of grossed me out but he seemed to love it.
Although the smell was a bit strong the continuous pumping had me well on the way to orgasm. I 'm not sure but I think it was my fault it happened, he had been taking long strokes pulling almost all the way out. Just as I started to orgasm he popped out then my legs being tired slipped some then I straightened up and when pushed forward he slid into my pussy. He must have been on the edge also and when he slid in deep it pushed me over the edge and my cum-craver just clamped down on him causing his release filling me deep inside.
I noticed as soon as he pulled out I was a bit sticky down there and the smell was now quite strong. It was then that I realized that he went into me dirty and at the time freaked me out. I panicked at first and tried to clean off with some of the used wipes but they were so well soaked in cum they were falling apart in my hands. I always carry panties and a shield in my purse if needed when out so I put them on dressed and got out of there. Sorry number twelve but I had to get home and clean out fast.
Without traffic at that hour I made it home in just about thirty minutes, once home I left the windows down in the car to air out and went inside. Thankfully it was late and my girls were asleep so I slipped in unnoticed. Once in the master bath I stripped and cleaned up, thankfully he wasn't as dirty as I thought. I douched thoroughly then took a shower and went to bed.
Laying there I found it hard to sleep I kept thinking how vulgar this particular dare was and yet I had never had so much fun in my life. Yes this was real fun no worries or head games just a dick thru the wall. Most times I thought of it as an object or toy like a dildo and it was sex with absolutely no strings or emotional bullshit to mess things up, it was just pure naughty fun and aside from getting a dirty pussy I loved every second of it. I will have to do it again sometime however I think I will not try anal again thru the glory-hole. I was a little worried I may get an infection but luck was with me again and nothing happened.
[If there was any one dare that would define my sex life this was it. Ever since doing this challenge I have been drawn to glory-holes. I know that it is probably the nastiest and one of the most dangerous ways of having sex that I would do. I do take precautions but risking interracial pregnancy by fucking bareback and unprotected at a glory-hole is just so damned vulgar that it is my Achilles-heel. When my most fertile time is near, I’m drawn to them like a moth to a flame. Vivian: 02/20/2024]
(Back to 2009) Another week had passed until I saw Mr.S in chat again and told him some about the glory hole experience. We chatted a while and finally he got around to my next challenge. Mr.S asked me if I ever tried ATM, well naive me had to ask him what it was and when he told me it meant ass-to-mouth. I almost told him hell no after the affair in the glory hole. While chatting I did look it up and saw a few videos with ATM, in the videos it actually looked so naughty it made me hot.
I got to thinking if I did it in the afternoon and not so late at night my bowels would be empty since I usually relieve them in the morning. Mr.S then told me he wanted me to do it not just from mine but also from another woman's ass, after accepting the dare I said good bye and logged off. The only woman I would trust to try this with was my friend Gina. Since she helped me get started with interracial sex we have become quite close and have shared a number of black men.
I called Gina and told her what I wanted to try and after some pressure from her I had to tell her about the dare game. I told Gina about the game and how long I had been doing these dares I did however leave out telling her about the ************ challenge. To say the least she was intrigued by the game and told me she would also try the ATM dare with me, we both decided that if it came out dirty though we wouldn't.
Gina made the arrangements with two of her black lovers that like anal sex and a few days later I went to Gina's for the challenge. It was early afternoon and we both had several drinks to get the nerve to do something so nasty. After some lengthy anal fucking they pulled out and seeing there was nothing visible I took him in my mouth I also saw Gina do the same. I did taste something, maybe a hint of my ass on his cock but it wasn't as bad as I thought. We both had another drink and tried it from each other, it tasted only a little nastier but not bad. Neither one of us liked it so we both added another never again to our list as we both decided it was a one time thing.
Finding Mr.S in the chat room the following Saturday morning I described my ATM adventure and explained to him that I had to tell Gina about our game. He enjoyed me telling him that she did go along with the dare and also tried it herself. The next challenge he wanted me to again involve my friend, we were to go to a mall dressed sexy and pick up two black men and fuck them somewhere in the mall.
After logging off I called Gina and she was all for it, and since it was early she wanted to do it that afternoon. The chosen mall of course was mostly black shoppers and we got a lot of looks from everyone there. In no time Gina had two young men picked out and soon she had engaged them in conversation, it never ceases to amaze me at how fast she can pick up men. Gina does seem to prefer young men and I noticed that these two she picked appeared to be a little younger then I would have wanted but she assured me they both were of age.
We had been in this mall before so we took them to a restroom that isn't frequently used. Locking the door we got undressed and knelt each taking one and helping him out of his pants. On the restroom floor with their black cocks in front of our faces we each took them into our mouths at the same time and started sucking them. In no time we had them both rock hard and first Gina then me; we turned and slid them into our hot white cum-cravers. We told them to do it hard and fast we didn't have a lot of time to play with there in the mall. Both young men fucked us hard each in turn blowing his load inside us. When they left they took our panties leaving us to make our way to the parking lot with cum leaking down our legs. We sure didn't get out of there unnoticed which for me made my pussy hotter and to be naughty I even pushed out more cum to run down my thighs. Gina noticed this and did the same, my god I'm turning into such a naughty slut, a few months back I would never had done such a thing much less leave leaking.
First week in February I was on my period when I caught up with Mr.S. It had been a couple weeks since I had seen him in chat and we discussed the mall dare, I then asked him if he read part one of my story. He said he had and suggested I be more graphic I told him I would try but I'm not a porn writer. Feeling bold I told him I planned to go on the birth control shots soon and I would give him one more shot at my eggs. Before I did he was to give me another high risk challenge where he was to also pick the date. Mr.S challenged me to have a gang bang with four black men and had to keep their seed in me for at least ten hours after. When he gave me the date of February nineteenth I knew then he had either sensed or deduced I was near or on my period at the time.
This dare really scared me I told him he was cutting it close but it was iffy. He had no idea according to my chart just how close he was. The next two weeks I was very nervous I really thought about not doing it and just saying I did. The only trouble with that is I had given my word that I would do it which meant I would go through with this challenge and hope with my age I would get very lucky and again miss getting knocked up. When telling Gina about this challenge she thought I was out of my mind but did help to set up the gang bang party at her place.
When the day came I was scared to death, so far I had not ovulated, and I really was praying it would come early. When I arrived at Gina's I noticed quite a few black men there not just four. It seems that she had let out that my eggs were to be at risk and the black men just flocked there hoping to get a chance to knock me up. I wasn't in her home two minutes before I was nude and on my knees sucking and as soon as I was wet a black cock was inside me.
Each stroke had me getting more and more aroused but also built the fear in me that I really had fucked-up this time and will walk out this evening knocked up with a mixed race child. He pushed deep and held tight, I felt great fear as his cock twitched and pulsed inside me, I could feel the warmth of his cum as he was filling me and on my thighs as it was leaking out. All I thought was “oh my god!” I then suddenly exploded into one very intense orgasm. He pumped the last of his sperm deep inside then pulled out and another took his place and slid into me.
There was no anal sex and little oral except to just get them hard, they wanted nothing more then to pour their seed into my fertile white baby-oven. Each seemed to be on a mission to see if they could pump my white belly up with a baby. One after another they took their turns each adding their seed deep inside my womb, forgotten was my fear, my body caught up in the many orgasms.
I had no idea exactly how many men fucked me that afternoon or how many times they used me; I lost count somewhere around six or seven but am sure it was many more. Gina had sex with some but they would not cum in her and saved their seed for me. Throughout the afternoon as my pussy was being inseminated by one black cock after another, the idea of me becoming pregnant continued to drift across my mind keeping me in an almost constant state of orgasm. Several hours later after cleaning up I left Gina's a bit sore with a tampon, panty shield and panties to hold the flood of cum still deep inside me. I looked at my watch it was 5:30 pm, dinner would be just a little late.
I got home a little after 6:00 pm and with the help of my girls started to prepare dinner. I was feeling very naughty, my daughters had no idea that sperm from almost a dozen black men were swimming around deep inside their mother as we cooked. Although exhausted I found it a little hard to get to sleep that night. As I lay next to my husband with my cum-dumpster full of black men's sperm all I could think about was that most likely I was pregnant already and it would take a miracle not to be. Ten hours after the gang bang would be around 3:30am, it would be suspicious if I got up then so I wouldn't be able to douche till my usual shower around 7:00am.
I woke up in a sweat around 4:00am from a dream of me with a very pregnant belly but did manage not wake up my husband. After relaxing and cooling off some I drifted back to sleep with the thought that my ovaries were dropping my egg into a sea of Afro-American sperm. The next two weeks I was very nervous and when my period was late the first day I was filled with dread, second day late I just knew I fucked-up and got preggers. I was all set to go to the store on the third day to get a pregnancy tester when my period started, unbelievable I lucked out again.
Now the first part of March I found Mr.S in chat, I had not seen him for the previous two weeks and when chatting I got the feeling he was a little disappointed that I had not gotten pregnant. I was asked by him if I had ever danced at a strip club, I told him no and he said my next challenge was to find a strip club frequented by black men and see if they would permit me to dance.
I found this challenge ironic; the reason being is that in January I had chatted with a woman that had danced at a club on an amateur night. I knew of the strip club she danced at, it was located near GWU. When I was going there for my masters several women I knew danced at this club to help pay their way thru school. While chatting with her I thought it would be something fun to try but for me in a black gentleman’s club. The club she danced at would not work for me because the clientele was mostly white.
Since then I had found a black strip club in upper NW Washington and had been debating whether I should try stripping before I met Mr.S that day, so I already had part of this challenge arranged before I even got it. I had even went shopping and picked up an easily removed sexy outfit along with a quick remove G string like I had seen on this HBO series I recently been watching about exotic dancers.
It was a Friday evening and my husband had already left on one of his so called business trips. He said he had to prepare for an early meeting Monday and needed the weekend (Bullshit he was fucking one of his girlfriends and I have video to prove it) but I didn't care.
I never bothered to call I just went to that club since I found in business showing up in person I get less run-around. Walking inside I integrated the place being the only white person in there and was my alabaster skin really showing up. I ordered a drink at the bar and after drinking some and watching the dancers a while (which the black women here danced entirely different from that HBO series) I asked to see the manager.
I was taken to his office and outside his door I got the idea he was quite upset, I didn't hear exactly what he was saying but the attitude was loud and obvious. When he was told someone wanted to see him the door was just swinging open. The response he gave me was a loud WHAT THE FUCK DO THEY WAAA---HOLY SHIT dayum girl I hope you're a dancer? With his frown turning to a big smile. I explained I never have and was hoping he had an amateur night like some clubs I had heard of. He said he didn't but if I wanted he had two of his dancers get arrested and sure would let me have the stage that night if I wanted since he was going to be short of strippers.
I said I would dance and hope I didn't disappoint any of his customers with my lack of experience. The manager I believe was playing on my ego since he needed me to fill in for his missing dancers told me with my looks I would not disappoint any group of men and especially this one with my snow white skin. I know I'm an attractive woman and although I had been told many times I look like I'm still in my twenties I am thirty seven years old and not one of those young girls that usually are exotic dancers.
I went out to my car thankful that I had brought the outfit I bought to start my dance. When buying my dancer outfit I had forgotten one little detail, a garter and when I was about to leave the house I had a wicked thought and went to a box I had a few keepsakes in and took out the white lace garter I wore on my wedding day. The wedding was outside and after the ceremony I thru my bouquet but it started to rain and we all headed to the reception. With everyone drinking then one thing after the other my husband never got to throw the garter so I still had it. Backstage I changed into my little outfit, a very short green wrap-around miniskirt, under a quick release thong and the white marital garter on my thigh and topped with a shear almost see thru darker green blouse no bra and four inch heels. With my light auburn hair and emerald eyes, green is my color and really does look good on me. Now dressed and ready the manager took me to see the Dee-jay to pick my music.
Once there laughing jokingly I said: “I doubt you have any A J or Shania.”
The manager looked at me with a strange “what” look on his face. The Dee-jay also laughed and just said country music.
Telling him I have no idea about rap or hip-hop music so let me just tell you what I don't want and would like and let you choose the music. He said good enough, so I explained that I didn't want any music promoting any kind of violence or hatred especially toward white people. I did tell him that the music could be as sexually graphic as he likes preferably as erotic as hell, especially along the lines of black men fucking and or impregnating white women.
As for as the lights I wanted to be seen, they could see what lights look good on me but I do want them bright enough so that all can see every nook and cranny of my womanly charms. I figured I was only going to do this once and in D.C. it is full nude dancing so I was going to be as naughty as I could get away with. I then hit the bar for a little liquid courage.
It was now 10PM, the regular dancers had already done several sets and now it was my turn to give them a little break. I was told that they stretched the usual 20 min set to 30 min for me I was to be topless in the first 5 min and nude by10min and stay nude the remainder of the set. My music started and I strutted out onto the stage first I just heard the music and the crowd was silent. When they realized white pussy was on stage they started cheering and a lot of hoots and cat-calls and several sexual remarks. I was very nervous at first but that ended very quickly as soon as I mentally got into the music and dancing. Not being able to dance anything like those black women it was more like shaking then anything else but my white body was too toned for that. I danced much like I had seen on HBO, I would use the pole that the other dancers didn't and do some split moves like I used to do in high school gymnastics. The music was hot and incredibly nasty promoting interracial sex and inseminating the white women. Having no idea of the artists or the names of the songs however they had me steaming and my G-string had become very damp. I removed my blouse, there on stage “me” a wife and mother of three was showing off her pink nipple snow white breasts to a packed house of horny black men. A few times I danced over to the edge of the stage where the men would put money in my garter. Minutes later I played with my skirt then unhooked it and tossed it over with my blouse. Onstage now with nothing more on then a tiny thong which covered very little and by then obviously wet I again danced over to the edge where more men put money in my garter and my thong. I felt more then a few times fingers wander quickly across my bare ass and the thong. As I danced a crazy thought passed thru my mind, I wonder what my racist husband would say if he saw me, his white wife dancing nude in front of this crowd of black men.
So many bills in my thong and garter I danced over to my pile of clothes and put the money with them. The music black hip-hop / rap was well chosen for me, it was very sexually nasty. I popped the catch on my thong, it was soaked and dripped with my juices I also tossed it in the pile and there I was totally nude in front of them, being a Friday night the place was packed. With the thong off my juices flowed freely down my thighs, there was no doubt this white woman was aroused and with the requested bright lighting it was hidden from no one. My pussy is baby bare and smooth from a recent Brazilian wax and my charms could be viewed by all.
Those that put bills in my garter when I danced by the stage edge got a very good view of all that I am between my thighs and could easily smell my arousal. A few times I was so bold as to let them slide their fingers through my wet gash for a quick feel. Then I would quickly backed up and using the pole did many erotic standing splits to let them see all and made sure my legs stayed open long enough for a very good view. Those bright lights were hot and I was covered in sweat but was worth it knowing that these men could see all that I had very clearly and that had me hotter then hell sexually. Now nude I stayed by the edge most of the time and a lot of bills were put in my garter. More then a few laughed and said marital garter, no doubt that white lace garter was obviously for a wedding. They would then look to my left hand, yes they were there, my engagement and wedding rings.
Soaked in sweat my thirty minutes was finally over, under those lights and a half hour of non-stop dancing I was beat. I gathered my things and went back to the dressing room. It was there that I realized just how much money those men tipped me, it was not ones they were putting in my garter it was fives and tens and some twenties. If anyone was to say black men are cheap they sure never met this crowd. I wasn't paid by the club I was dancing for fun and told them so. As for the tip money I divided it evenly and gave it to the regular dancers, I do quite well in my business so I really do not need the money.
I packed up and was about to leave when the manager came in, I thought he would say something about me allowing several roaming fingers access to the most forbidden place on my body by law.(My thoughts were what the hell it’s a one time thing) Instead he asked if I would dance a couple more sets so the other girls wouldn't have to be over worked to cover. He also said keep up the dirty dancing, since you’re an amateur we can get away with a lot more and the crowd loves it.
I danced two more regular twenty minute sets, each time I was nude inside of the first five minutes to the pleasure of all those men and there were several more deep roaming fingers. They offered to pay me for the night but I refused and again gave the other girls my tips. All in all I had a blast that night; I found I loved being totally ******* in front of all those black men.
I was so aroused when I was leaving that strip club my panties were soaked. While walking to my car there were two black men following me and in that neighborhood I thought that they may try something. Not waiting to find out by anything rough and my being horny as hell, I simply turned and asked if they were coming to scratch this itch I had deep inside and put my hand tapping over my pussy.
They were delighted to help out this white woman in distress and for the first time since high school I had sex in a car. I sucked and fucked them both in the back seat of their car which was parked near mine. I was sure glad they had a big car with a large back seat which was a lot roomier then those in my school days. I went home quite content but tired and very creamy inside. It was after three and I was beat when I got home, I showered and went to bed.
In bed before falling asleep I wondered what my family would think if they were to find out all of the naughty things I have done over the last ten months. I have had sex with black men and often in groups with my friend Gina, had lesbian sex with Gina and other women at interracial sex parties arranged as entertainment for the black men that attended. After meeting Mr.S. last November and getting involved in this little dare game; I have been an exhibitionist in malls and other places, had glory hole sex in both a truck stop restroom and an adult book store. I got a tattoo on my breast I also used my sex as a bet in a billiard game. Just recently I worked one night as a hotel chippie and another night as a stripper in a black gentleman's club. I really didn’t care about my husband finding out; what really concerned me was what my barely legal teen daughters would think of their mother being such a wanton black cock slut.
All the sex with black men had been bareback and unprotected as Mr. S was trying to get me knocked up. As luck would have it each time he gave me a dare challenge date that was to be near my ovulation I somehow avoided conception. I have since found out there was a medical reason I did not get pregnant those times. It seems I had a problem with my right Fallopian tube and it was blocked which had the same affect as if it were tied. It turned out each of those risky dares fell on the cycle that right ovary created the egg and it never got through.
Because of that I was going to give Mr. S one last shot at my eggs if he could think up a good dare that I would do. I have turned into quite a gambler over the last year and have begun taking serious chances with my eggs pushing the limits of my fertile days. I never would have thought of doing this early in this game.
Unfortunately or fortunately he seemed to have stopped coming to the chat room. Funny thing, Mr.S did have a good idea of my cycle but the last offer which never came would have fallen on my left ovary cycle. He may have succeeded in getting me knocked up if he had only been around to give me another dated risk challenge.
This I believe is the dare/challenge end-game, I did have that tube fixed but also felt that I have risked it long enough and finally went on the birth control shots. Telling my gynecologist I found out my husband has been cheating and I was worried she had me tested and gave me a clean bill of health. I will continue to cheat on my husband behind his back. I do get a real thrill out of doing to him what he has done to me for so many years so I will do so until he finds out. I will for now limit my liaisons with my friend Gina and her lovers and the select sex parties both of which we are sure all participants are clean.
Who knows I may feel naughty and risk it again sometime *LOL* I do so love to gamble. Reality truly is stranger then fiction and I have been a very naughty girl
Vivian
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