***** Bound
I don't know how or if our son can finish. Only so much existing debt you can handle let alone future debt. Biden's forgiving $10,000 doesn't even pay for the meal plan, it is about as useless as he is. Looking at the college bills the dilemma is which one of us is going to tell him this may be his last year unless one of us wins the power ball jackpot? Lucky for us we had plenty of time to decide. So for now, life goes on as usual. Work, work, work, then a little work after that. Needless to say, all of this created strife, resentment, arguing, blaming, silent treatment, and sleeping in separate rooms issues in our marriage, all the boxes were checked to indicate trouble in a marriage.
Occasionally we would go to the casino. Not to gamble, but if there is a good band we stood around in groups listening and talking during the live music. One nite, I was going out with the girls to the casino. (When he goes out I say nothing) I hear the "There's no money for the kid but you can gamble" speech. The thing is, I play the penny slots and spend maybe $20. I'm more about the entertainment, getting out, and unwinding, Listening to music, kicking a few drinks back, laughing, and chatting. On this night A group of younger well dressed black men took an interest in us, they kind of meandered their way over, and broke the ice with a simple, "Hello."
When I say younger I'm talking in their 30s, my friends and I are in our 40s, and early 50s. So a little attention from a younger man is nice and appreciated. But when you are mad at hubby, with a few drinks in you, and horny any attention from a good-looking man gets you going. Plus the BBC curiosity is something we had talked about and ALWAYS seemed to be on our minds.
We all chatted and danced they asked what we were talking about it was one of my friends that spoke up, "You know girl stuff, relationships or lack thereof, financial issues, whatever is going on in our lives, and then men we talk about men, the one we have at home if there is one and what is on the menu this evening, just girl stuff."
While dancing, one of the guy's hands wandered a bit I didn't welcome it but didn't stop him. On one of the group visits to the bathroom (As everyone knows women can't go by themselves.) I find out my two GFs were invited upstairs for a drink. They told me it was basically up to me, if I said yes, then we all go, no, we all leave. I said yes, what could happen? We have a few drinks and then go home. We went upstairs to their room. 3 of "them", 3 of us.
To make a long story short, I woke up in bed, alone, with just my panties and bra on, and a hangover. My GFs were on the couches in another room. No clue what happened to me, but later found out I willingly ended up in that bedroom. My clothes and personal belongings were all intact. On the nite stand were a few $100 bills and a note saying thank you for an incredible time, I'll be texting or calling you. Paying me to have a few drinks, maybe a few too many since I **********. I don't remember doing anything else.
A few days later I get this strange text asking me for another "appointment?" I was clueless, I figured it was a wrong number, so I text back "??" and the Response was, "This is Cathy from the casino the other nite?"
"Yes." He thought I was a ********* because sometime during that night I gave him a blow job. That is why he left the $100s. I remembered nothing and denied it. he texted me a picture, and there I was, on my knees, with no shirt, looking up at him with his Black Cock in my mouth!!??
"Fake, photoshopped?! I don't know, but me blowing a black man did NOT happen.
"It doesn't matter if you remember."
"What if I wasn't a *********, what if I deny it?!"
He said, I sucked him like no tomorrow, and he wants another meeting. I said no, 'This isn't real.' He said he'd come over, show that picture to my husband and see what he thinks. I agreed to a meeting, in public.
The next day, we met for coffee. He turned his phone to me and lo and behold, his screen saver was a picture of me on my knees looking up with his cock in my mouth! He went to his photos and there were numerous pictures of me sucking his cock from different angles and views. In some I was fully clothed, some I was topless, and in one I was just in my panties, he even had a short video clip. Some of these had to be taken by someone else. The last few he showed me was his cum on my face with my tongue out licking it from my lips, I felt sick and ran to the bathroom, where I puked.
After a few minutes, I rinsed my face, composed myself, and returned to the table. I told him that blackmail was out of the question since we were in financial distress. "I'm not going to demand money, I have enough, the price is your mouth swallowing my cock weekly." I felt disgusted, I didn't remember doing what I did. I must have been very *****! No way would I Cheat on my husband let alone give blow jobs to a black man. I never found them attractive. I did not know what to say, I just sat there silent. He gave me a timetable to make my decision. He said he would text me in a day or two and tell me where to meet him. I either show up and suck his cock or pics get sent to hubby.
The next thing I knew I was home, I Don't remember anything. I Must've driven home in a fog, Muscle memory I guess? I thought about what happened and started to cry. I either become a black man's blow job ***** or my husband finds out something that will probably end our marriage. Something that honestly I do not remember, yet there is proof.
I didn't know what to do, so I carry on with daily life as much as possible, work, cook, clean, repeat, Sex with my husband was almost impossible, but I faked as much as possible. I got away without sucking him, I said my neck hurt. A cock in my mouth, even my husband's at this time I could not even fathom. The next day, go to work, come home and another day of bills show up, and nothing changes.
But the next day, as soon as I walked in the door, there it was. My phone gave the annoying "You got a text" tone. This time I just knew. And yes, it was him. It said to get some chapstick and show up, I have work to do. He gave an address and a time to be there by. If I'm late, a text message with pics/video goes to my husband. So, I turn around and headed out the door to go to where I can hopefully save my marriage.
I arrive and knock, he answers and tells me to come in and sit on the couch. He makes coffee while explaining to me what my new role is. I'm to give him 2-3 blow jobs a week. I try to say something but he says I'm not there to use my mouth to talk.
He brought coffee over, sat down on the couch next to me, and tells me to take off my shirt. I start to cry, but he says the quicker I follow orders, the quicker I am out of there. So I am told again, to take off my shirt, then my bra, then my pants. I can keep panties on since my mouth is for use. He sips coffee, and tells me to take a drink also "it will calm me." I'm on the verge of tears, he doesn't care. He stands up, pulls his pants and underwear off, and sits down.
He tells me to look at it, he takes my hand, and I kind of pull away a bit. He slaps my face, not hard, but enough to say I either comply or can explain why I have a swollen face. I let him guide my hand. After a minute, he puts his hand behind my head, grabs my hair, "You are going to learn to love this," and proceeds to push my head down.
Occasionally we would go to the casino. Not to gamble, but if there is a good band we stood around in groups listening and talking during the live music. One nite, I was going out with the girls to the casino. (When he goes out I say nothing) I hear the "There's no money for the kid but you can gamble" speech. The thing is, I play the penny slots and spend maybe $20. I'm more about the entertainment, getting out, and unwinding, Listening to music, kicking a few drinks back, laughing, and chatting. On this night A group of younger well dressed black men took an interest in us, they kind of meandered their way over, and broke the ice with a simple, "Hello."
When I say younger I'm talking in their 30s, my friends and I are in our 40s, and early 50s. So a little attention from a younger man is nice and appreciated. But when you are mad at hubby, with a few drinks in you, and horny any attention from a good-looking man gets you going. Plus the BBC curiosity is something we had talked about and ALWAYS seemed to be on our minds.
We all chatted and danced they asked what we were talking about it was one of my friends that spoke up, "You know girl stuff, relationships or lack thereof, financial issues, whatever is going on in our lives, and then men we talk about men, the one we have at home if there is one and what is on the menu this evening, just girl stuff."
While dancing, one of the guy's hands wandered a bit I didn't welcome it but didn't stop him. On one of the group visits to the bathroom (As everyone knows women can't go by themselves.) I find out my two GFs were invited upstairs for a drink. They told me it was basically up to me, if I said yes, then we all go, no, we all leave. I said yes, what could happen? We have a few drinks and then go home. We went upstairs to their room. 3 of "them", 3 of us.
To make a long story short, I woke up in bed, alone, with just my panties and bra on, and a hangover. My GFs were on the couches in another room. No clue what happened to me, but later found out I willingly ended up in that bedroom. My clothes and personal belongings were all intact. On the nite stand were a few $100 bills and a note saying thank you for an incredible time, I'll be texting or calling you. Paying me to have a few drinks, maybe a few too many since I **********. I don't remember doing anything else.
A few days later I get this strange text asking me for another "appointment?" I was clueless, I figured it was a wrong number, so I text back "??" and the Response was, "This is Cathy from the casino the other nite?"
"Yes." He thought I was a ********* because sometime during that night I gave him a blow job. That is why he left the $100s. I remembered nothing and denied it. he texted me a picture, and there I was, on my knees, with no shirt, looking up at him with his Black Cock in my mouth!!??
"Fake, photoshopped?! I don't know, but me blowing a black man did NOT happen.
"It doesn't matter if you remember."
"What if I wasn't a *********, what if I deny it?!"
He said, I sucked him like no tomorrow, and he wants another meeting. I said no, 'This isn't real.' He said he'd come over, show that picture to my husband and see what he thinks. I agreed to a meeting, in public.
The next day, we met for coffee. He turned his phone to me and lo and behold, his screen saver was a picture of me on my knees looking up with his cock in my mouth! He went to his photos and there were numerous pictures of me sucking his cock from different angles and views. In some I was fully clothed, some I was topless, and in one I was just in my panties, he even had a short video clip. Some of these had to be taken by someone else. The last few he showed me was his cum on my face with my tongue out licking it from my lips, I felt sick and ran to the bathroom, where I puked.
After a few minutes, I rinsed my face, composed myself, and returned to the table. I told him that blackmail was out of the question since we were in financial distress. "I'm not going to demand money, I have enough, the price is your mouth swallowing my cock weekly." I felt disgusted, I didn't remember doing what I did. I must have been very *****! No way would I Cheat on my husband let alone give blow jobs to a black man. I never found them attractive. I did not know what to say, I just sat there silent. He gave me a timetable to make my decision. He said he would text me in a day or two and tell me where to meet him. I either show up and suck his cock or pics get sent to hubby.
The next thing I knew I was home, I Don't remember anything. I Must've driven home in a fog, Muscle memory I guess? I thought about what happened and started to cry. I either become a black man's blow job ***** or my husband finds out something that will probably end our marriage. Something that honestly I do not remember, yet there is proof.
I didn't know what to do, so I carry on with daily life as much as possible, work, cook, clean, repeat, Sex with my husband was almost impossible, but I faked as much as possible. I got away without sucking him, I said my neck hurt. A cock in my mouth, even my husband's at this time I could not even fathom. The next day, go to work, come home and another day of bills show up, and nothing changes.
But the next day, as soon as I walked in the door, there it was. My phone gave the annoying "You got a text" tone. This time I just knew. And yes, it was him. It said to get some chapstick and show up, I have work to do. He gave an address and a time to be there by. If I'm late, a text message with pics/video goes to my husband. So, I turn around and headed out the door to go to where I can hopefully save my marriage.
I arrive and knock, he answers and tells me to come in and sit on the couch. He makes coffee while explaining to me what my new role is. I'm to give him 2-3 blow jobs a week. I try to say something but he says I'm not there to use my mouth to talk.
He brought coffee over, sat down on the couch next to me, and tells me to take off my shirt. I start to cry, but he says the quicker I follow orders, the quicker I am out of there. So I am told again, to take off my shirt, then my bra, then my pants. I can keep panties on since my mouth is for use. He sips coffee, and tells me to take a drink also "it will calm me." I'm on the verge of tears, he doesn't care. He stands up, pulls his pants and underwear off, and sits down.
He tells me to look at it, he takes my hand, and I kind of pull away a bit. He slaps my face, not hard, but enough to say I either comply or can explain why I have a swollen face. I let him guide my hand. After a minute, he puts his hand behind my head, grabs my hair, "You are going to learn to love this," and proceeds to push my head down.
Chapter 02
As he was pushing my head down by my hair, I reached up and tried to swat his hand away, it was more of a reflex, a split second later I felt a hand grab my hair or what was left at the back of my head as I was thrown off the couch onto the floor.
He screamed, "What the fuck did I tell you slut? The next time you don't comply, I WILL bust your nose!"
"I understand."
He sat back down "Crawl to me and wrap your slut mouth around my black cock." I crawled to him and opened my mouth when suddenly he grabbed me by the hair again and kept my head down on his cock. "Work your mouth and tongue to make me hard." I felt him getting hard in my mouth. I could feel it growing in my throat. I started to gag, and tear up, but he held my head there. I was having trouble breathing!
He let my head up, He was about to be out of my mouth when he pushed my head down again. He did this over and over. Push and pull, push and pull, my mouth was a hole he was fucking. I felt no emotion, just mechanically went through the motion and waited for it to be over. "You're going to learn to love sucking my cock, you're going to be a *****, slut, and skank. What would your kids think knowing how you like blowing a nigger?"
I tried to tune him out. After a bit, he quickened the pace, up, down, up, down until he moaned, his body convulsed and I felt him pumping into my mouth. Since he was holding my head down, I had to swallow so as not to choke. He pumped his first load, a stream of hot milky sweet paste as soon as I swallowed there was another stream, then another.
He let go of my head. "Lick it up, clean me with your mouth." I couldn't wait to be done and out of there, so I did it quickly and didn't taste it. "You are done, sit down." He explained to me that was nothing more than him fucking a hole. He could have jerked off if he wanted that. Next time, I was to do it with enthusiasm. I was to learn to worship his cock. I was to learn to love it.
In my mind I thought I could act the part, so I said "Yes, I will learn."
"Get dressed and leave. I will text you I want you again. "Get used to wearing hot red lipstick, I suggest you wear it daily," I said yes and left. I couldn't wait to get home, Drink Listerine, gasoline, piss, I didn't care. I had to get him out of my mouth, I could still smell and taste him.
I started my car and was about to leave when my phone went off, it was him, I forgot something. He came out a few seconds later, I opened the window and he gave me a $100 bill. "A ***** always gets paid, even when it wasn't good."
I got home, my husband was there. He asked me what was wrong. "Nothing, I'm fine." I heard him mumble, "Fucking period." LOL, if he only knew I just had a black man fuck my mouth. I went upstairs, took the $100 bill out, and put it in my purse with the other one I had not touched. Two blow jobs, $200. Not bad, but not worth it. But what was I to do sit and wait for him to send for me so he can degrade me, humiliate me, embarrass me again?
Usually, when I have my period, I blow my husband, now he thinks I am on my period, but I am not, so that i I used the neck hurt excuse again.
The thing is... he got fixed a while ago, so I went off the pill. Even though I'm nearing my mid-40s, (ouch), I'm still fertile. Since then, I've been hornier than ever but sex or a cock In my mouth just doesn't cut it anymore. (Oh well, a tangled web we weave.) I knowingly or willingly sucked this man's cock that night, even though proof was shown, I believe I was roofied, too *****, or something. No way would I let a dirty black cock in my mouth.
It was 2 days later, 'Come suck my cock, and it better be good or else!!!' I texted back, 'When and where?" His place again, and at that precise time, I was knocking, I heard him say to come in, and I entered.
He came up to me, looked, grabbed me by the hair, dragged me across the room, and threw me on the couch. "What the fuck did I tell you last time you cunt?!"
"I can't remember!"
"Red lipstick!?" He reminded me that I will do what I'm told. He told me to strip, and while I was undressing he left and came back with lipstick, I put it on.
"On the floor, on your knees." I was made to crawl back to the door, then back to him. I pulled off his pants and underwear. He grabbed my hair forcing me to look at him. "Follow my instructions to the tee,"
"Yes."
He held his hand up to slap me and said "Yes what?"
"Yes Sir?"
"Now you're getting it, lift my cock, lick the underside, the entire shaft. Kiss it, suck on my balls, back up, lick the underside again, put me in your mouth, wrap your tongue around me, and maintain eye contact. Now like last time, go down on it and stay down."
Again, like last time, I could feel it lengthen to the back of my throat. I started to gag, and he grabbed my head and held it there. "Start sucking, but never take your mouth completely off me." I did as he said, every time I went down, he told me to take more into my mouth, and if I needed help with that his hand was there to push. Then he'd tell me to lick the sides, kissing it. He wanted me to tell him how much I loved it. I couldn't, he slapped me.
"You are a useless cunt, if you love the punishment, you came to the right guy. Now do what the fuck you are told or the next slap draws blood!"
"I love sucking your cock."
"What kind of cock?"
"I love sucking your big black cock!"
"Now you're starting to get it." He had me repeat it over and over for the rest of the session. I kept sucking slowly, up, down, licking, kissing, eye contact, faster, slower, on and on it felt like forever until he finally said "Now finish me off slut!" So I sucked, up, down, I heard him moan and knew he was... I could feel the contraction, the pulse working its way up his shaft until it spewed down my throat again, once, twice, a pause, then a third shot. I maintained eye contact most of the time but enough to see the relief and pleasure on his face. Even after he came, he held my head and kept me sucking, he had me squeeze my lips as I worked my way up to get every drop.
When I was done "Now that's how a good white ***** sucks cock, that's what a pretty white mouth is for. I expect the same or better every time."
"Yes Sir."
"Get up, dress, and get out." he gave me another $100 bill at the door. "Whores always get paid. I'll be texting." I left.
Over the next few days, I didn't think about it, until his next text arrived, 'I'm ready, but we are trying something new.' I texted back the standard 'When and where?'
I'm at his door, red lipstick applied, "Come in." I entered, removed my clothes, crawled to him, and started to unzip him when he stopped me. He pulled out a pink u-shaped-looking thing. One part went inside my vagina while the other part laid on my clit. He gave me the box and told me to read the instructions. I went in the bathroom, it was a pretty easy read, I put it in and put my panties back on.
I came out, got down, and crawled back to the couch. He had a small device in his hand. "Get ready," and pushed a button. I was startled, I could feel the thing vibrate inside me, on my clit. It was a low-humming type of thing. He stopped, "Do you like it?"
"Yes Sir."
He said that was low, there were higher settings "Get to work now *****." I immediately had his cock in my mouth. While sucking, he would turn that thing on, and I would have stopped but my head would've been ****** down. I was told to suck and enjoy at the same time, I found that when he increased the intensity I sucked with more fervor.
"I love sucking black cock," and "I'm a *****." all while sucking and gyrating my hips in a way that increased the feeling. As he got closer to climaxing, he increased the intensity. I knew I was going to cum. I was moaning too. As I was getting near to an orgasm, he turned it too high, I started to orgasm as I felt the first wave of hot cum down my throat. I sucked harder anticipating the second and third loads. He cums in 3s… lol. I realized I was enjoying it!!! I was orgasming and still sucking him!!! I sucked and orgasmed. When it was over, I collapsed on the floor, I was spent, I hadn't orgasmed like that in a while. After a minute I cleaned him up, with my mouth, removed the bullet, washed it, dressed, and left with my $100.
That night I sucked my husband's dick, then pulled him into me. I came so hard from his fucking, but one thing, a few times while being fucked, I imagined it was the black guy. Laying there afterward satisfied somewhat, I realized I loved his Black Cock in my mouth, I loved being his *****, I loved the piling up $100 bills, and was looking forward to his next text !!!!
There were times over the next several sessions when he pulled out his phone and videoed me. But with the bullet humming on my g-spot and clit. I would look dead into the camera, and sucked even harder, saying things like, "I love being a niggers *****! I love black cock!" etc. I've been videoed with his cock slapping my face, licking up excess cum, swallowing, and orgasming from the bullet.
I've become a complete slut. I've said on video that I wanted nigger cock in my pussy!!! On visits, he would play videos of me on the television, videos of me, sucking his cock, the bullet giving me orgasms videos displaying his complete control over my life, how he controls and can make my orgasms here as well as at home so intense, it's amazing.
Then he added an anal bullet. A little egg that vibrates in my ass. It helps with vaginal orgasms. Sometimes I only had the anal egg and had to learn to orgasm from that! Those orgasms are more intense, longer lasting, and deeper, they have made me want to be fucked in the ass.
I don't say a thing to my husband or even reference that, but I'm on video begging for a black cock in my ass... I'm a *****! The $100s kept piling up to the point I went on the internet to find out how to tell the best way possible if they are real, it seems they are.
I started to spend them on groceries, gasoline, any bill that I can pay in person. Which meant our checking account would have more money which in turn meant more towards college for my son.
He was right about one thing, I did learn to love it! The feeling of being controlled physically, sexually, and emotionally by a Black man excites me thinking about it. 'It's only blow jobs,' but that seems to epitomize the control he has over me.
I do beg or ask him to fuck me, but he says he doesn't fuck whores, just blow jobs. He still slaps me from time to time which I now know is a needed element in a situation like this. He has finished on my face to 'Mark his territory," Yes, his. My husband only borrows me, I belong to him. I love getting his texts.
One time he had me meet him in a parking lot. I sucked his cock there. The excitement of maybe being seen was amazing. No bullet or egg that day. I masturbate while blowing him and yes, I timed it to orgasm as I was swallowing his triple load.
Then one day as I left, he handed me $100 "This is the last time I pay, from now on, your mouth is free to me, I'll be texting" and closed the door in my face.
He screamed, "What the fuck did I tell you slut? The next time you don't comply, I WILL bust your nose!"
"I understand."
He sat back down "Crawl to me and wrap your slut mouth around my black cock." I crawled to him and opened my mouth when suddenly he grabbed me by the hair again and kept my head down on his cock. "Work your mouth and tongue to make me hard." I felt him getting hard in my mouth. I could feel it growing in my throat. I started to gag, and tear up, but he held my head there. I was having trouble breathing!
He let my head up, He was about to be out of my mouth when he pushed my head down again. He did this over and over. Push and pull, push and pull, my mouth was a hole he was fucking. I felt no emotion, just mechanically went through the motion and waited for it to be over. "You're going to learn to love sucking my cock, you're going to be a *****, slut, and skank. What would your kids think knowing how you like blowing a nigger?"
I tried to tune him out. After a bit, he quickened the pace, up, down, up, down until he moaned, his body convulsed and I felt him pumping into my mouth. Since he was holding my head down, I had to swallow so as not to choke. He pumped his first load, a stream of hot milky sweet paste as soon as I swallowed there was another stream, then another.
He let go of my head. "Lick it up, clean me with your mouth." I couldn't wait to be done and out of there, so I did it quickly and didn't taste it. "You are done, sit down." He explained to me that was nothing more than him fucking a hole. He could have jerked off if he wanted that. Next time, I was to do it with enthusiasm. I was to learn to worship his cock. I was to learn to love it.
In my mind I thought I could act the part, so I said "Yes, I will learn."
"Get dressed and leave. I will text you I want you again. "Get used to wearing hot red lipstick, I suggest you wear it daily," I said yes and left. I couldn't wait to get home, Drink Listerine, gasoline, piss, I didn't care. I had to get him out of my mouth, I could still smell and taste him.
I started my car and was about to leave when my phone went off, it was him, I forgot something. He came out a few seconds later, I opened the window and he gave me a $100 bill. "A ***** always gets paid, even when it wasn't good."
I got home, my husband was there. He asked me what was wrong. "Nothing, I'm fine." I heard him mumble, "Fucking period." LOL, if he only knew I just had a black man fuck my mouth. I went upstairs, took the $100 bill out, and put it in my purse with the other one I had not touched. Two blow jobs, $200. Not bad, but not worth it. But what was I to do sit and wait for him to send for me so he can degrade me, humiliate me, embarrass me again?
Usually, when I have my period, I blow my husband, now he thinks I am on my period, but I am not, so that i I used the neck hurt excuse again.
The thing is... he got fixed a while ago, so I went off the pill. Even though I'm nearing my mid-40s, (ouch), I'm still fertile. Since then, I've been hornier than ever but sex or a cock In my mouth just doesn't cut it anymore. (Oh well, a tangled web we weave.) I knowingly or willingly sucked this man's cock that night, even though proof was shown, I believe I was roofied, too *****, or something. No way would I let a dirty black cock in my mouth.
It was 2 days later, 'Come suck my cock, and it better be good or else!!!' I texted back, 'When and where?" His place again, and at that precise time, I was knocking, I heard him say to come in, and I entered.
He came up to me, looked, grabbed me by the hair, dragged me across the room, and threw me on the couch. "What the fuck did I tell you last time you cunt?!"
"I can't remember!"
"Red lipstick!?" He reminded me that I will do what I'm told. He told me to strip, and while I was undressing he left and came back with lipstick, I put it on.
"On the floor, on your knees." I was made to crawl back to the door, then back to him. I pulled off his pants and underwear. He grabbed my hair forcing me to look at him. "Follow my instructions to the tee,"
"Yes."
He held his hand up to slap me and said "Yes what?"
"Yes Sir?"
"Now you're getting it, lift my cock, lick the underside, the entire shaft. Kiss it, suck on my balls, back up, lick the underside again, put me in your mouth, wrap your tongue around me, and maintain eye contact. Now like last time, go down on it and stay down."
Again, like last time, I could feel it lengthen to the back of my throat. I started to gag, and he grabbed my head and held it there. "Start sucking, but never take your mouth completely off me." I did as he said, every time I went down, he told me to take more into my mouth, and if I needed help with that his hand was there to push. Then he'd tell me to lick the sides, kissing it. He wanted me to tell him how much I loved it. I couldn't, he slapped me.
"You are a useless cunt, if you love the punishment, you came to the right guy. Now do what the fuck you are told or the next slap draws blood!"
"I love sucking your cock."
"What kind of cock?"
"I love sucking your big black cock!"
"Now you're starting to get it." He had me repeat it over and over for the rest of the session. I kept sucking slowly, up, down, licking, kissing, eye contact, faster, slower, on and on it felt like forever until he finally said "Now finish me off slut!" So I sucked, up, down, I heard him moan and knew he was... I could feel the contraction, the pulse working its way up his shaft until it spewed down my throat again, once, twice, a pause, then a third shot. I maintained eye contact most of the time but enough to see the relief and pleasure on his face. Even after he came, he held my head and kept me sucking, he had me squeeze my lips as I worked my way up to get every drop.
When I was done "Now that's how a good white ***** sucks cock, that's what a pretty white mouth is for. I expect the same or better every time."
"Yes Sir."
"Get up, dress, and get out." he gave me another $100 bill at the door. "Whores always get paid. I'll be texting." I left.
Over the next few days, I didn't think about it, until his next text arrived, 'I'm ready, but we are trying something new.' I texted back the standard 'When and where?'
I'm at his door, red lipstick applied, "Come in." I entered, removed my clothes, crawled to him, and started to unzip him when he stopped me. He pulled out a pink u-shaped-looking thing. One part went inside my vagina while the other part laid on my clit. He gave me the box and told me to read the instructions. I went in the bathroom, it was a pretty easy read, I put it in and put my panties back on.
I came out, got down, and crawled back to the couch. He had a small device in his hand. "Get ready," and pushed a button. I was startled, I could feel the thing vibrate inside me, on my clit. It was a low-humming type of thing. He stopped, "Do you like it?"
"Yes Sir."
He said that was low, there were higher settings "Get to work now *****." I immediately had his cock in my mouth. While sucking, he would turn that thing on, and I would have stopped but my head would've been ****** down. I was told to suck and enjoy at the same time, I found that when he increased the intensity I sucked with more fervor.
"I love sucking black cock," and "I'm a *****." all while sucking and gyrating my hips in a way that increased the feeling. As he got closer to climaxing, he increased the intensity. I knew I was going to cum. I was moaning too. As I was getting near to an orgasm, he turned it too high, I started to orgasm as I felt the first wave of hot cum down my throat. I sucked harder anticipating the second and third loads. He cums in 3s… lol. I realized I was enjoying it!!! I was orgasming and still sucking him!!! I sucked and orgasmed. When it was over, I collapsed on the floor, I was spent, I hadn't orgasmed like that in a while. After a minute I cleaned him up, with my mouth, removed the bullet, washed it, dressed, and left with my $100.
That night I sucked my husband's dick, then pulled him into me. I came so hard from his fucking, but one thing, a few times while being fucked, I imagined it was the black guy. Laying there afterward satisfied somewhat, I realized I loved his Black Cock in my mouth, I loved being his *****, I loved the piling up $100 bills, and was looking forward to his next text !!!!
There were times over the next several sessions when he pulled out his phone and videoed me. But with the bullet humming on my g-spot and clit. I would look dead into the camera, and sucked even harder, saying things like, "I love being a niggers *****! I love black cock!" etc. I've been videoed with his cock slapping my face, licking up excess cum, swallowing, and orgasming from the bullet.
I've become a complete slut. I've said on video that I wanted nigger cock in my pussy!!! On visits, he would play videos of me on the television, videos of me, sucking his cock, the bullet giving me orgasms videos displaying his complete control over my life, how he controls and can make my orgasms here as well as at home so intense, it's amazing.
Then he added an anal bullet. A little egg that vibrates in my ass. It helps with vaginal orgasms. Sometimes I only had the anal egg and had to learn to orgasm from that! Those orgasms are more intense, longer lasting, and deeper, they have made me want to be fucked in the ass.
I don't say a thing to my husband or even reference that, but I'm on video begging for a black cock in my ass... I'm a *****! The $100s kept piling up to the point I went on the internet to find out how to tell the best way possible if they are real, it seems they are.
I started to spend them on groceries, gasoline, any bill that I can pay in person. Which meant our checking account would have more money which in turn meant more towards college for my son.
He was right about one thing, I did learn to love it! The feeling of being controlled physically, sexually, and emotionally by a Black man excites me thinking about it. 'It's only blow jobs,' but that seems to epitomize the control he has over me.
I do beg or ask him to fuck me, but he says he doesn't fuck whores, just blow jobs. He still slaps me from time to time which I now know is a needed element in a situation like this. He has finished on my face to 'Mark his territory," Yes, his. My husband only borrows me, I belong to him. I love getting his texts.
One time he had me meet him in a parking lot. I sucked his cock there. The excitement of maybe being seen was amazing. No bullet or egg that day. I masturbate while blowing him and yes, I timed it to orgasm as I was swallowing his triple load.
Then one day as I left, he handed me $100 "This is the last time I pay, from now on, your mouth is free to me, I'll be texting" and closed the door in my face.
Chapter 03
I stood there on the porch in shock staring at the door for a few minutes. As I regained my composure I shoved the bill into my pocket and walked to my car. The drive home seemed to take forever, at home I put the bill away.
I had given him 36 blow jobs, taken numerous slaps to the face, had loads of hair pulled, I have been humiliated, cursed at, insulted, and even videoed taped all for a few thousand dollars.
Now I have to do it for nothing!? Don't get me wrong, I fell in love with sucking his cock, and the idea of being his ***** still excited me, the extra income… poof… gone.
I was content with going back to struggling, although I did get a bit out of debt with all this, at least sucking his Black Cock 3 times a week was something I could look forward to, especially with my orgasms from the bullet and egg. It's funny now how my body had conditioned itself to associate a black man cumming in my mouth with having an orgasm. At first, I hated it, but now, his sweet-tasting thick cum that I feel erupting in my throat gets me off. So I'll wait a few days until he's in my mouth again.
He texted me the next day 'and brings lipstick.' I again knock at the precise time. Enter, undress, insert egg and bullet, panties back on, crawl to him and get to work.
As I'm worshipping his cock, he says he's told other guys like him about me. He said if I wanted, he could set up the extra room he has so I can service these men, paid of course. He said he would set up the client list, I'll use his place, they will pay him, he'll take his cut then pay me. If they tip me, it's all mine. The idea makes me even hornier. He turned up the egg in my ass as well as the bullet in my pussy all the way, I suck him like it's my life. I'm cumming hard, but still sucking. I'm trying to look at him, I'm still cumming when I feel him convulse, I happily swallow his triple load while I'm still cumming. He doesn't turn them off, my body is shaking, and I am having a nonstop vaginal mixed with that deep anal orgasm. I'm nearly paralyzed, with amazing pleasure! He finally turns them down, I lay there gasping for breath, sweating. He sits and watches me get up and put my mouth back on his cock since it's still hard. I suck a little, I feel him twitch then we are both done. "That was the best! Your clients are going to be so happy."
"I will make sure they are." I eventually dressed and left, laying in bed that night thinking how many guys will I have to blow to get my son that degree. Although after the last 3 months or so, I'm thinking I would probably blow black men anyway.
A few days later, he texts me, tells me to dress sexy, lipstick, etc, and what time to be there. He says I will suck his cock first, then they should start arriving. "They?" I said "One at a time?"
"Yes." the good thing is that my hubby is away on a fishing trip for the week, so that gives me a bit of freedom to stay out later, and service more clients. Working overtime my first week on the job… lol. So I arrive, knock, enter, undress, insert toys, panties back on, crawl, suck, orgasm, and swallow clothes back on.
My first client should arrive soon. I go clean up, lipstick, brush my hair and get ready. There is a knock, guy that comes in is about half my age, black, wearing a suit, and no tie. He and my pimp, yes, shake, hug then he turns to me and says to him she is all yours. He walks over, looks at me, and says "Nice." We go into the extra room. He lays on the bed, I get between his legs, unzip, his pants and pull down his pants and underwear and suck the life out of him. I maintained eye contact and could tell he enjoyed it most of the time. He just wanted my mouth on the head and use my hand to milk him into my mouth when he was ready. Again, these black guys have the sweetest-tasting cum. I treated him like a King. When he left, he put $50 on the side table. I gave two more black guys a blow job that night, had $125 in tips and my pimp gave me another $150, I made $275 with my mouth in 2 hours and loved it!!
The next day I'm back at work. First client, blow job, $20 tip. The second guy, I was sucking, stopped me got up turned me over, and started to pull at my panties. I said, "no, what the hell?!"
"I paid for pussy?"
"I only give blowjobs." The client opened the door and called in my pimp. He explained to him he paid for pussy. I explained to him I just give blow jobs. My pimp apologized to the client, told him he had another girl for him at no charge, gave him the money back, and led him out.
He came back into the bedroom "What the fuck are you doing??"
"I just give blow jobs, I'm still fertile, I can get pregnant, I'm on no protection, my hubby is fixed and he did not have a condom." I never saw the first slap. It knocked me back onto the bed. He straddled me and slapped me again.
"You are a fucking ***** you cunt! Niggers will do what they want with you as long as they pay me!" He slapped me three more times. I tasted blood, He said he doesn't ordinarily do this, but a lesson has to be taught. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, pulled off my panties, and turned me over. He took off his belt and started slapping my ass with it, hard!! I tried to squirm away but was told the more I fight, the worse it is. He hit my ass with that belt maybe a dozen times. He took off his pants and got himself hard. and put me on all fours and fucked my ass. forcefully while using my hair as reins, I was crying in pain it hurt so much. He pulled out, pulled me by my hair so his mouth was by my ear, "This is what I think about your fertile cunt and your fucking marriage! You are nothing but a nigger loving, money-making ***** to me." He grabbed my arms, tied them behind me with his belt, and fucked my pussy. I tried to somehow crawl away but he would just pull the belt and it felt like my arms would break.
I cried, "I'm not on any pills or anything?!" He just fucked deeper and harder, I felt his cum in me, I knew it was a lot. He didn't pull out he pushed me down flat, laid on top of me, and kept fucking me, pushing his cum into me.
"Explain this in nine months you cunt. Remember, you still owe me money. Those blowjobs were a down payment. I'm getting my money back from your fucking tight pussy. Do you think you're the only ***** I have??" He finally got up Loosened the belt and left me lying there.
I was battered, bruised, and violently *****. I could feel his cum starting to work its way out of my pussy, I cried, I don't know how long I laid there, but he eventually came back in and sat down.
He explained that he doesn't understand why whores make him do that. He doesn't like to, but rules have to be followed. I consented to be his ***** then tried to back out. It embarrassed him and made it look like his ***** runs the show and he cannot have that. He said I have a choice, either pay him back the cash I owe which is well over $3000, or when I heal up, get back here and work it off. From now on all money goes to him, I get paid nothing till the debt is paid. Once it is paid up, I can either leave (if I find a replacement), or work again for cash. He said he wanted an answer within the fortnight. Now, I was told to get my filthy white cunt out of his house.
I'm in my car, my lips are swollen, my top lip has a cut on it, my face is red, not black and blue thank God, and my ass hurts bad. I was hoping he didn't rip my colon, but a bigger concern is I was hoping my egg hadn't dropped?! Here I am, a 40 yo plus married mother, maybe knocked up by getting ***** by my Black pimp, but can't say anything because I'd have to admit to being a *****.
When I got home I showered and cleaned up the best I could. I did not feel angry, embarrassed, or ashamed for some reason?!
I had given him 36 blow jobs, taken numerous slaps to the face, had loads of hair pulled, I have been humiliated, cursed at, insulted, and even videoed taped all for a few thousand dollars.
Now I have to do it for nothing!? Don't get me wrong, I fell in love with sucking his cock, and the idea of being his ***** still excited me, the extra income… poof… gone.
I was content with going back to struggling, although I did get a bit out of debt with all this, at least sucking his Black Cock 3 times a week was something I could look forward to, especially with my orgasms from the bullet and egg. It's funny now how my body had conditioned itself to associate a black man cumming in my mouth with having an orgasm. At first, I hated it, but now, his sweet-tasting thick cum that I feel erupting in my throat gets me off. So I'll wait a few days until he's in my mouth again.
He texted me the next day 'and brings lipstick.' I again knock at the precise time. Enter, undress, insert egg and bullet, panties back on, crawl to him and get to work.
As I'm worshipping his cock, he says he's told other guys like him about me. He said if I wanted, he could set up the extra room he has so I can service these men, paid of course. He said he would set up the client list, I'll use his place, they will pay him, he'll take his cut then pay me. If they tip me, it's all mine. The idea makes me even hornier. He turned up the egg in my ass as well as the bullet in my pussy all the way, I suck him like it's my life. I'm cumming hard, but still sucking. I'm trying to look at him, I'm still cumming when I feel him convulse, I happily swallow his triple load while I'm still cumming. He doesn't turn them off, my body is shaking, and I am having a nonstop vaginal mixed with that deep anal orgasm. I'm nearly paralyzed, with amazing pleasure! He finally turns them down, I lay there gasping for breath, sweating. He sits and watches me get up and put my mouth back on his cock since it's still hard. I suck a little, I feel him twitch then we are both done. "That was the best! Your clients are going to be so happy."
"I will make sure they are." I eventually dressed and left, laying in bed that night thinking how many guys will I have to blow to get my son that degree. Although after the last 3 months or so, I'm thinking I would probably blow black men anyway.
A few days later, he texts me, tells me to dress sexy, lipstick, etc, and what time to be there. He says I will suck his cock first, then they should start arriving. "They?" I said "One at a time?"
"Yes." the good thing is that my hubby is away on a fishing trip for the week, so that gives me a bit of freedom to stay out later, and service more clients. Working overtime my first week on the job… lol. So I arrive, knock, enter, undress, insert toys, panties back on, crawl, suck, orgasm, and swallow clothes back on.
My first client should arrive soon. I go clean up, lipstick, brush my hair and get ready. There is a knock, guy that comes in is about half my age, black, wearing a suit, and no tie. He and my pimp, yes, shake, hug then he turns to me and says to him she is all yours. He walks over, looks at me, and says "Nice." We go into the extra room. He lays on the bed, I get between his legs, unzip, his pants and pull down his pants and underwear and suck the life out of him. I maintained eye contact and could tell he enjoyed it most of the time. He just wanted my mouth on the head and use my hand to milk him into my mouth when he was ready. Again, these black guys have the sweetest-tasting cum. I treated him like a King. When he left, he put $50 on the side table. I gave two more black guys a blow job that night, had $125 in tips and my pimp gave me another $150, I made $275 with my mouth in 2 hours and loved it!!
The next day I'm back at work. First client, blow job, $20 tip. The second guy, I was sucking, stopped me got up turned me over, and started to pull at my panties. I said, "no, what the hell?!"
"I paid for pussy?"
"I only give blowjobs." The client opened the door and called in my pimp. He explained to him he paid for pussy. I explained to him I just give blow jobs. My pimp apologized to the client, told him he had another girl for him at no charge, gave him the money back, and led him out.
He came back into the bedroom "What the fuck are you doing??"
"I just give blow jobs, I'm still fertile, I can get pregnant, I'm on no protection, my hubby is fixed and he did not have a condom." I never saw the first slap. It knocked me back onto the bed. He straddled me and slapped me again.
"You are a fucking ***** you cunt! Niggers will do what they want with you as long as they pay me!" He slapped me three more times. I tasted blood, He said he doesn't ordinarily do this, but a lesson has to be taught. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, pulled off my panties, and turned me over. He took off his belt and started slapping my ass with it, hard!! I tried to squirm away but was told the more I fight, the worse it is. He hit my ass with that belt maybe a dozen times. He took off his pants and got himself hard. and put me on all fours and fucked my ass. forcefully while using my hair as reins, I was crying in pain it hurt so much. He pulled out, pulled me by my hair so his mouth was by my ear, "This is what I think about your fertile cunt and your fucking marriage! You are nothing but a nigger loving, money-making ***** to me." He grabbed my arms, tied them behind me with his belt, and fucked my pussy. I tried to somehow crawl away but he would just pull the belt and it felt like my arms would break.
I cried, "I'm not on any pills or anything?!" He just fucked deeper and harder, I felt his cum in me, I knew it was a lot. He didn't pull out he pushed me down flat, laid on top of me, and kept fucking me, pushing his cum into me.
"Explain this in nine months you cunt. Remember, you still owe me money. Those blowjobs were a down payment. I'm getting my money back from your fucking tight pussy. Do you think you're the only ***** I have??" He finally got up Loosened the belt and left me lying there.
I was battered, bruised, and violently *****. I could feel his cum starting to work its way out of my pussy, I cried, I don't know how long I laid there, but he eventually came back in and sat down.
He explained that he doesn't understand why whores make him do that. He doesn't like to, but rules have to be followed. I consented to be his ***** then tried to back out. It embarrassed him and made it look like his ***** runs the show and he cannot have that. He said I have a choice, either pay him back the cash I owe which is well over $3000, or when I heal up, get back here and work it off. From now on all money goes to him, I get paid nothing till the debt is paid. Once it is paid up, I can either leave (if I find a replacement), or work again for cash. He said he wanted an answer within the fortnight. Now, I was told to get my filthy white cunt out of his house.
I'm in my car, my lips are swollen, my top lip has a cut on it, my face is red, not black and blue thank God, and my ass hurts bad. I was hoping he didn't rip my colon, but a bigger concern is I was hoping my egg hadn't dropped?! Here I am, a 40 yo plus married mother, maybe knocked up by getting ***** by my Black pimp, but can't say anything because I'd have to admit to being a *****.
When I got home I showered and cleaned up the best I could. I did not feel angry, embarrassed, or ashamed for some reason?!
Chapter 04
I was able to get home and in the house with no one seeing. I head up to the bedroom, take off my clothes and look in the mirror. Both my lips are swollen, the top one is cut, one side of my face is very red, it may bruise, and the other side is even more swollen, and one eye is bloodshot, I turn to look at my behind, it's ugly, a bruised mess, every strap mark is visible and there is bleeding in places. I turn back and see liquid leaking down my leg. It's my pimp's seed still dripping out of me.
In the bathroom I run a bath, in my mind, I am thinking if I clean myself up, I'll feel and hopefully look better. In the tub my thoughts are on my situation, my husband will be gone for another 5 days, my son is at college, and my daughter and other son live in another state, I can work from home so maybe I can stay hidden till my face looks better. My ass, that's a different story!?
After my bath, I put salve on the cuts on my ass, and a little on my lip. I try to eat but can't, I get some ice in a towel for my face, and take a few Tylenol. Downstairs in the kitchen I try and eat but cannot and have hot tea, things should be better tomorrow.
Later that night lying in bed I think about what has happened in the last few months. I went from wife, and mother to a Black Cock *****! I still don't remember that nite in the casino, I blew this guy for money out of fear of blackmail but now realized he was conditioning me to be a ***** through all of this. Don't get me wrong, I love sucking Black cock, his and the others, their sweet cum, plus the cash is intoxicating and I thought it was going well.
Now, I realize it was my fault, I told him I would be his ***** and then reneged in that I thought I has a say in my actions leading to what he did to me, what he had to do, I made him do that, I put him in that position, I now understand, when a ***** like me starts to forget who she is and feels she is independent a reminder like this must be made. A message has to be sent not just to the individual but to the 'others', it's not violence, it's discipline, it's business. I felt sorry for him, that he had to act that way, I admire him that he can put himself aside and worry about me losing my way enough to set me straight, I can almost love him for that. I hope, I heel up soon so I can show him my appreciation, I owe him.
Most white women deny themselves these passions, they keep this passion buried because they are weak and require a strong man, a strong Black Alpha to help them to realize their desires. The trouble is most women never meet that guy, that strong man, I was lucky, I did. I meet the man who showed me the path to my truth and I thanked him for that by disobeying... with these new realities I know I don't need 14 days to make a decision. I know now what I'm doing and the first thing I need to do is apologize to my strong man, my pimp.
The second is to get a birth control device, I can't go back on the pill since my Dr. knows my husband is fixed there would be too many questions, and no doubt he would say something to my husband if he did not find the pills first. There is no way I'm going to ask a black client to wear a condom. It's a Black man's decision if he cums in a white pussy, it's not the woman's choice. So it's prob the sponge, vaginal foam, female condom, or maybe some spermicide.
Laying there I start thinking about it... My lesson again and when I do, I find myself rubbing my belly as if I am carrying it. I think and feel every thrust, every comment, every ounce of pain when he shoved it forcefully into my ass. But most of all I feel him pumping his seed into me. I'm getting wet thinking about it, I masturbate, I cum very quickly and deeply, I smile, then sleep.
The next day I am sore from the waist down. My butt, my hamstrings, and my face hurt. I remember a saying, 'WOW, that's gonna hurt tomorrow!' My face looked worse and my ass looks like ground meat, purple ground meat. The trick was trying to pull on my panties without reopening the small cuts. In a stroke of genius I put on a pair of hubby's boxers, and a loose pair of sweats, rearrange my computer so I can stand for work, took a few Tylenol, and punched into work.
Several hours later the doorbell rings, It's my GF Dotty, one of the ladies from the casino nite. She knows I'm home, so I have to let her in. When she sees me, she gasps and begins to cry and says she is sorry. "I fell down the steps."
"The funny walk?"
"I think I knocked a hip out of place."
"OK, we have a cuppa?"
"I'm still working," So after some distracted chat as I am still working, she says the standard "Call me if you need anything, I'm a phone call away," blah blah. We hug as best we can, then she leaves. A few minutes later I hear something outside, I look out and see Dotty on the phone in a heated conversation. Oh well, I'm not the only one with problems I guess.
Over the next few days, the swelling in my face is gone, just a little scab on the cut on my lip, and my butt doesn't hurt as much, but the bruising is still there. My hubby comes home tomorrow, the scabs can be explained and we are in separate bedrooms, so he won't see the bruising... I think my healing is progressing well.
A few days later, my pimp texted for an update. I tell him I'm healing up well. I also apologize and explain that I misunderstood our arrangement and that I am sorry for making him discipline me and will try not to let it happen again. "Have you made your mind up?"
Even though I have another week, I say "Yes, I can't wait to get back to work."
"Is your mouth ready for use?"
"Yes." He tells me he is on the road and will be stopping by my house for a blow job. "My house?!"
"Yes, this will prove your commitment and loyalty to me." He then adds that he will look professional, have a briefcase, and act like my agent.
I say "Yes," because I have to, but also because I want to. I give him a time.
"OK, I will bring your lipstick." I'm excited, but can't believe what I've just consented to!!! I have one hour.
I finish up my work, sign out for lunch (the job is pretty liberal as long as 8 hours a day is done) clean up a bit, sit and wait. I hear a car pull into the driveway and a minute later the doorbell rings, I open the door. He comes in "How long till hubby gets home?"
"Five of six hours, we have plenty of time."
"Good, where is your bedroom? Your going to suck my cock where your husband fucks you!" I lead him upstairs where he has me undress, down to my boxer shorts.
I sit (Gingerly) on the edge of the bed. He stands over me like a God, I unzip him, drop his pants and underwear and there's his cock. It looks even better and bigger than I remember. My Pimp grabs my head and says "Get to work *****!"
I suck him, occasionally stopping to apologize, then resume sucking. "All of your clients are asking when you are going to return and want another appointment, minus the last guy...LOL. Word has gotten around about your oral skills and the request list is growing. I have another girl filling in for you while you're out, so getting back is a priority."
I hear everything he says, but keep sucking. He stops me and lies on the bed. I get between his legs, lick his balls, kiss his cock, lick up and down the shaft then start sucking, shortly he takes hold of my head and starts fucking my mouth. He pulls my head up by the hair, he is videoing me on his phone! "Are you enjoying my black cock?"
"Yes!"
"Is your pussy available to be used by niggers, or do we need to have another chat?"
"Everything I have is owned by niggers." He pushes my head back down, I caress his balls while I'm sucking. I feel his balls and body convulse and ready myself for the first load. I swallow eagerly, swallow the second and wait, wait, yes, the third load goes straight down my throat, I won't spill a drop.
"Am I forgiven?"
"Yes, remember you will be working for free." His cut is always his cut, my cut is the only one that goes toward my debt. Even my tips go towards the debt now. He kept track and had paid me $3600 for blow jobs altogether. He gave me credit for the first two days, tips are mine, and I owe him $3400 and I just gave him a blowjob in my marital bed.
"There is no going back now, you are going to be my ***** till I say otherwise or you get a replacement."
"I know, Sir."
"Because you failed to know your place, for a while your clientele will be the guys who are difficult but pay well."
So, I am forgiven I just have to earn your trust again and re-climb the ladder so to speak?"
He said sternly as he is pulling my hair in a way where I had to look at him, "ARE WE CLEAR *****?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I hope so because I hate the 'reminding'. It costs me money when my bitches are out of service,"
We go back downstairs where he sets up his laptop and asks for tea, which sounded good. Over our tea, My pimp shows me a black site on his computer that has profiles of women selling themselves. I was on there, my profile gave the basics, stats, age, race, etc, it stated that I'm for Black cock only and that I give top-notch blow jobs, anal(ouch), and vaginal. I swallow, take cum inside, prefer it rough, and a price list breakdown. He explains it costs $10k a year to be a member of the site, *****'s profiles are free. I also had a picture and some videos of me sucking cocks on my profile. My face has been blocked or edited out Thank God. He then added 'Few limits for Black Cock, No scarring, blood, or extreme violence.' I gasp, he looks sideways at me, and I apologize.
"Do you like your profile?" It was rhetorical, he closes his laptop and finishes his tea. I walk him out, My neighbor was outside and saw us but with the suit and laptop bag, she did not ask anything. (I explained later that I had gotten a new system for work, and that he was the company IT guy "Training me") He drove away and I went back inside to investigate OTC birth control a bit more as I see now I'm going to need a LOT of it!!
In the bathroom I run a bath, in my mind, I am thinking if I clean myself up, I'll feel and hopefully look better. In the tub my thoughts are on my situation, my husband will be gone for another 5 days, my son is at college, and my daughter and other son live in another state, I can work from home so maybe I can stay hidden till my face looks better. My ass, that's a different story!?
After my bath, I put salve on the cuts on my ass, and a little on my lip. I try to eat but can't, I get some ice in a towel for my face, and take a few Tylenol. Downstairs in the kitchen I try and eat but cannot and have hot tea, things should be better tomorrow.
Later that night lying in bed I think about what has happened in the last few months. I went from wife, and mother to a Black Cock *****! I still don't remember that nite in the casino, I blew this guy for money out of fear of blackmail but now realized he was conditioning me to be a ***** through all of this. Don't get me wrong, I love sucking Black cock, his and the others, their sweet cum, plus the cash is intoxicating and I thought it was going well.
Now, I realize it was my fault, I told him I would be his ***** and then reneged in that I thought I has a say in my actions leading to what he did to me, what he had to do, I made him do that, I put him in that position, I now understand, when a ***** like me starts to forget who she is and feels she is independent a reminder like this must be made. A message has to be sent not just to the individual but to the 'others', it's not violence, it's discipline, it's business. I felt sorry for him, that he had to act that way, I admire him that he can put himself aside and worry about me losing my way enough to set me straight, I can almost love him for that. I hope, I heel up soon so I can show him my appreciation, I owe him.
Most white women deny themselves these passions, they keep this passion buried because they are weak and require a strong man, a strong Black Alpha to help them to realize their desires. The trouble is most women never meet that guy, that strong man, I was lucky, I did. I meet the man who showed me the path to my truth and I thanked him for that by disobeying... with these new realities I know I don't need 14 days to make a decision. I know now what I'm doing and the first thing I need to do is apologize to my strong man, my pimp.
The second is to get a birth control device, I can't go back on the pill since my Dr. knows my husband is fixed there would be too many questions, and no doubt he would say something to my husband if he did not find the pills first. There is no way I'm going to ask a black client to wear a condom. It's a Black man's decision if he cums in a white pussy, it's not the woman's choice. So it's prob the sponge, vaginal foam, female condom, or maybe some spermicide.
Laying there I start thinking about it... My lesson again and when I do, I find myself rubbing my belly as if I am carrying it. I think and feel every thrust, every comment, every ounce of pain when he shoved it forcefully into my ass. But most of all I feel him pumping his seed into me. I'm getting wet thinking about it, I masturbate, I cum very quickly and deeply, I smile, then sleep.
The next day I am sore from the waist down. My butt, my hamstrings, and my face hurt. I remember a saying, 'WOW, that's gonna hurt tomorrow!' My face looked worse and my ass looks like ground meat, purple ground meat. The trick was trying to pull on my panties without reopening the small cuts. In a stroke of genius I put on a pair of hubby's boxers, and a loose pair of sweats, rearrange my computer so I can stand for work, took a few Tylenol, and punched into work.
Several hours later the doorbell rings, It's my GF Dotty, one of the ladies from the casino nite. She knows I'm home, so I have to let her in. When she sees me, she gasps and begins to cry and says she is sorry. "I fell down the steps."
"The funny walk?"
"I think I knocked a hip out of place."
"OK, we have a cuppa?"
"I'm still working," So after some distracted chat as I am still working, she says the standard "Call me if you need anything, I'm a phone call away," blah blah. We hug as best we can, then she leaves. A few minutes later I hear something outside, I look out and see Dotty on the phone in a heated conversation. Oh well, I'm not the only one with problems I guess.
Over the next few days, the swelling in my face is gone, just a little scab on the cut on my lip, and my butt doesn't hurt as much, but the bruising is still there. My hubby comes home tomorrow, the scabs can be explained and we are in separate bedrooms, so he won't see the bruising... I think my healing is progressing well.
A few days later, my pimp texted for an update. I tell him I'm healing up well. I also apologize and explain that I misunderstood our arrangement and that I am sorry for making him discipline me and will try not to let it happen again. "Have you made your mind up?"
Even though I have another week, I say "Yes, I can't wait to get back to work."
"Is your mouth ready for use?"
"Yes." He tells me he is on the road and will be stopping by my house for a blow job. "My house?!"
"Yes, this will prove your commitment and loyalty to me." He then adds that he will look professional, have a briefcase, and act like my agent.
I say "Yes," because I have to, but also because I want to. I give him a time.
"OK, I will bring your lipstick." I'm excited, but can't believe what I've just consented to!!! I have one hour.
I finish up my work, sign out for lunch (the job is pretty liberal as long as 8 hours a day is done) clean up a bit, sit and wait. I hear a car pull into the driveway and a minute later the doorbell rings, I open the door. He comes in "How long till hubby gets home?"
"Five of six hours, we have plenty of time."
"Good, where is your bedroom? Your going to suck my cock where your husband fucks you!" I lead him upstairs where he has me undress, down to my boxer shorts.
I sit (Gingerly) on the edge of the bed. He stands over me like a God, I unzip him, drop his pants and underwear and there's his cock. It looks even better and bigger than I remember. My Pimp grabs my head and says "Get to work *****!"
I suck him, occasionally stopping to apologize, then resume sucking. "All of your clients are asking when you are going to return and want another appointment, minus the last guy...LOL. Word has gotten around about your oral skills and the request list is growing. I have another girl filling in for you while you're out, so getting back is a priority."
I hear everything he says, but keep sucking. He stops me and lies on the bed. I get between his legs, lick his balls, kiss his cock, lick up and down the shaft then start sucking, shortly he takes hold of my head and starts fucking my mouth. He pulls my head up by the hair, he is videoing me on his phone! "Are you enjoying my black cock?"
"Yes!"
"Is your pussy available to be used by niggers, or do we need to have another chat?"
"Everything I have is owned by niggers." He pushes my head back down, I caress his balls while I'm sucking. I feel his balls and body convulse and ready myself for the first load. I swallow eagerly, swallow the second and wait, wait, yes, the third load goes straight down my throat, I won't spill a drop.
"Am I forgiven?"
"Yes, remember you will be working for free." His cut is always his cut, my cut is the only one that goes toward my debt. Even my tips go towards the debt now. He kept track and had paid me $3600 for blow jobs altogether. He gave me credit for the first two days, tips are mine, and I owe him $3400 and I just gave him a blowjob in my marital bed.
"There is no going back now, you are going to be my ***** till I say otherwise or you get a replacement."
"I know, Sir."
"Because you failed to know your place, for a while your clientele will be the guys who are difficult but pay well."
So, I am forgiven I just have to earn your trust again and re-climb the ladder so to speak?"
He said sternly as he is pulling my hair in a way where I had to look at him, "ARE WE CLEAR *****?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I hope so because I hate the 'reminding'. It costs me money when my bitches are out of service,"
We go back downstairs where he sets up his laptop and asks for tea, which sounded good. Over our tea, My pimp shows me a black site on his computer that has profiles of women selling themselves. I was on there, my profile gave the basics, stats, age, race, etc, it stated that I'm for Black cock only and that I give top-notch blow jobs, anal(ouch), and vaginal. I swallow, take cum inside, prefer it rough, and a price list breakdown. He explains it costs $10k a year to be a member of the site, *****'s profiles are free. I also had a picture and some videos of me sucking cocks on my profile. My face has been blocked or edited out Thank God. He then added 'Few limits for Black Cock, No scarring, blood, or extreme violence.' I gasp, he looks sideways at me, and I apologize.
"Do you like your profile?" It was rhetorical, he closes his laptop and finishes his tea. I walk him out, My neighbor was outside and saw us but with the suit and laptop bag, she did not ask anything. (I explained later that I had gotten a new system for work, and that he was the company IT guy "Training me") He drove away and I went back inside to investigate OTC birth control a bit more as I see now I'm going to need a LOT of it!!
Chapter 05
Let's see, we have the pill, Out of the question as I explained before. Condoms, lol. I couldn't imagine the discipline I would receive if I asked a Black man to wear one, and it would be justified, on and on, I investigated and rejected them all till I saw the 'female condom.' I read the literature and decided it was right for me. I found it to be Convenient, good for vaginal and anal 
intercourse, cheap, and over the counter.
I can keep them at my pimp's place, the thought 'my pimp' started me crying again. I'm sickened by the fact that I don't seem as disgusted as I should be. I'm married with children and a ***** for Black men! I don't know what's worse, being used like a *****, or enjoying being used like one. I guess I should be saying 'as' a ***** instead of 'like.'
I have my birth control purchased, they seem easy and efficient to use. I hide them for a few days until I have a client and can then leave them at my Pimp's place. The days go by and then the day comes when I get a text in the morning, 'YES' or 'NO'? was all it said. I reluctantly respond 'Yes, Sir.' I get my 'appointment' time within the hour with a strict warning to not be late and be ready for anything. 'Yes, Sir.'
I arrive and am instructed to head into the bedroom and strip. Entering the room I see there has been a few additions, a wardrobe loaded with straps of some sort, dildos, belts, jellies, creams, etc. Also, the bedposts have straps on them now. I've only been here a few minutes when I hear my Pimp talking to someone then a knock on my 'Office' door.
In comes an older, average Black man. He could have been anything from a janitor to a lawyer. He undresses and commands me "Crawl to me and show me what your mouth can do," I do as I'm told, and he gets instantly hard in my mouth. He takes my hands into his and pins them to his chest and shuffle steps forward keeping his cock in my mouth, driving me back to the bed where he takes the bedpost attached strap and binds my hands over my head, arms fully extended, still on my knees one of my legs is now under the bed my back is right up against the bedpost. He now has complete control and uses the freedom to pump my mouth unfettered. My head is being pushed back because of the leverage. "I heard you are a non-compliant ***** in need of a lesson?" I cannot respond because I can't get my head back far enough to get his cock out of my mouth. He takes a handful of my hair and pulls my hair with one hand while the other "slaps a bitch!" he returns to fucking my mouth between slaps as he 'educates me.' He's average size, but I still gag on my teacher.
He finally stops, "On the bed, face down, spread eagle." I try to say something, I forget what, but receive a hard warning slap. Face down, he grabs one leg, and into the bedpost strap it goes, another leg same thing. He lays on top of me, reaches down, and starts to work his cock into my ass. It goes in a bit, then one full thrust all the way. I cry out, "It hurts, please stop!!"
"This is what whores who don't listen get." He's on top, pulling my head back by my hair as he fucks my ass. "Are you a niggers *****, are you learning to like nigger cock?" He keeps asking these questions, over and over as he drives into me while using my hair like reins until I respond
"Yes!"
"Yes, what *****?"
"Yes, I love nigger cock! I am a ***** for niggers!" I repeat over and over even after he let my hair go. He pumps and pumps until I feel his hotness explode in me. Now lubricated, the pain lessens and I find myself pumping back against him with my hips like I'm enjoying it, I try to convince myself it's a reflex. He stops pumping but stays inside me and unties my hands and legs. I can feel him twitching in my ass. I feel myself tightening up. He pulls out and what comes out is not just his seed. He gets into the shower and leaves me lying there in my sweat and stink, A few minutes later he leaves.
Before I can get up and into the shower my pimp comes in, sees the mess, and says "Looks like you just added the price of a mattress to your bill." He advises me to educate myself about enemas, laxatives, etc. He adds that he was being nice by giving me a smaller cock on my first day back to work. I get into the shower and prepare to leave when my pimp comes in and tells me I have a client later and to be ready for a text. He leaves the room and I think a lot of good that a vaginal condom did, and I cry.
Over the next several weeks, I had many daytime clients. Some just BJs, one guy pays to cuddle and kiss. He is my regular Thursday 1 pm guy. Some like sodomizing me, some vaginal, and some all three holes, etc. I use the vagina condom and the guys don't seem to care or don't know, so either way, it's good. One thing every client is Black and most like it rough. I do what they want because I can't bear the thought of displeasing or more importantly, disappointing my pimp, he is way too good to me for me to do that.
intercourse, cheap, and over the counter.I can keep them at my pimp's place, the thought 'my pimp' started me crying again. I'm sickened by the fact that I don't seem as disgusted as I should be. I'm married with children and a ***** for Black men! I don't know what's worse, being used like a *****, or enjoying being used like one. I guess I should be saying 'as' a ***** instead of 'like.'
I have my birth control purchased, they seem easy and efficient to use. I hide them for a few days until I have a client and can then leave them at my Pimp's place. The days go by and then the day comes when I get a text in the morning, 'YES' or 'NO'? was all it said. I reluctantly respond 'Yes, Sir.' I get my 'appointment' time within the hour with a strict warning to not be late and be ready for anything. 'Yes, Sir.'
I arrive and am instructed to head into the bedroom and strip. Entering the room I see there has been a few additions, a wardrobe loaded with straps of some sort, dildos, belts, jellies, creams, etc. Also, the bedposts have straps on them now. I've only been here a few minutes when I hear my Pimp talking to someone then a knock on my 'Office' door.
In comes an older, average Black man. He could have been anything from a janitor to a lawyer. He undresses and commands me "Crawl to me and show me what your mouth can do," I do as I'm told, and he gets instantly hard in my mouth. He takes my hands into his and pins them to his chest and shuffle steps forward keeping his cock in my mouth, driving me back to the bed where he takes the bedpost attached strap and binds my hands over my head, arms fully extended, still on my knees one of my legs is now under the bed my back is right up against the bedpost. He now has complete control and uses the freedom to pump my mouth unfettered. My head is being pushed back because of the leverage. "I heard you are a non-compliant ***** in need of a lesson?" I cannot respond because I can't get my head back far enough to get his cock out of my mouth. He takes a handful of my hair and pulls my hair with one hand while the other "slaps a bitch!" he returns to fucking my mouth between slaps as he 'educates me.' He's average size, but I still gag on my teacher.
He finally stops, "On the bed, face down, spread eagle." I try to say something, I forget what, but receive a hard warning slap. Face down, he grabs one leg, and into the bedpost strap it goes, another leg same thing. He lays on top of me, reaches down, and starts to work his cock into my ass. It goes in a bit, then one full thrust all the way. I cry out, "It hurts, please stop!!"
"This is what whores who don't listen get." He's on top, pulling my head back by my hair as he fucks my ass. "Are you a niggers *****, are you learning to like nigger cock?" He keeps asking these questions, over and over as he drives into me while using my hair like reins until I respond
"Yes!"
"Yes, what *****?"
"Yes, I love nigger cock! I am a ***** for niggers!" I repeat over and over even after he let my hair go. He pumps and pumps until I feel his hotness explode in me. Now lubricated, the pain lessens and I find myself pumping back against him with my hips like I'm enjoying it, I try to convince myself it's a reflex. He stops pumping but stays inside me and unties my hands and legs. I can feel him twitching in my ass. I feel myself tightening up. He pulls out and what comes out is not just his seed. He gets into the shower and leaves me lying there in my sweat and stink, A few minutes later he leaves.
Before I can get up and into the shower my pimp comes in, sees the mess, and says "Looks like you just added the price of a mattress to your bill." He advises me to educate myself about enemas, laxatives, etc. He adds that he was being nice by giving me a smaller cock on my first day back to work. I get into the shower and prepare to leave when my pimp comes in and tells me I have a client later and to be ready for a text. He leaves the room and I think a lot of good that a vaginal condom did, and I cry.
Over the next several weeks, I had many daytime clients. Some just BJs, one guy pays to cuddle and kiss. He is my regular Thursday 1 pm guy. Some like sodomizing me, some vaginal, and some all three holes, etc. I use the vagina condom and the guys don't seem to care or don't know, so either way, it's good. One thing every client is Black and most like it rough. I do what they want because I can't bear the thought of displeasing or more importantly, disappointing my pimp, he is way too good to me for me to do that.
***** Bound Part Six (Fantasy - Fiction)
***** Bound Part Six (Fantasy - Fiction)
Back at home, we are in separate bedrooms, I think it may be over? We got married young, had a kid young, and were NOT together, I think the magic has worn off. I still love him as I'm sure he does me, but in a different light. He does his thing which is work as that seems to be his mistress and I do mine. I'm a Black Cock slut, but I'm looking forward to being a paid ***** again!
I don't know what's happened or when it changed, but now when I get his texts about a client or a time, I get excited and look forward to it. I have an entire wardrobe of slutty outfits at his place, makeup, vaginal condoms, etc. That's the reason, along with the new mattress/ box spring, the balance I owe him is taking so long to pay off. He buys everything I need for my profession, and I must pay him back.
I'm starting to have orgasms more frequently now with my clients both anal and vaginal, most of the time, multiple times during an appointment. I enjoy when they watch me orgasm, seeing the effect Black Cock has on me. I love seeing the look on their faces when they cum, and seeing the effect my white holes have on them.
He lets me view my profile on the website regularly. We take new pics weekly. I want to look good for my prospective clients. Reading more into the site, I find that the clientele have to submit blood tests regularly as I do which I feel good about. There are rules that these guys have to follow, but since I'm in the arrears to my pimp, these guys seem to gravitate towards me knowing that I submit to rough, humiliating type sex. Sodomization, verbal race play, cumming inside ( vaginal condom), swallowing, hair pulling, ass slapping, etc. Everything which I am now understanding is my purpose!! Everything that a short time ago I detested, hated.
Ordinarily, I take a quick nap on my work days after my final client has left. I do it before cleaning up and heading home. Today my pimp came in "I am going to have company, so let yourself out." usually my nap is no more than 20-30 minutes and then I hit the shower, dry off, dress, and leave my office. Today as I am crossing the living room heading out I hear my pimp and his 'company' in his room. I can hear her telling him her white pussy belongs to him and asking to be fucked harder, etc… (You know the standard reaction from a white girl new to the interracial lifestyle.) the typical white girl newbie surrender to the black man stuff and the same things I say during a session every day. But as I'm leaving, I swear I've heard the female voice before?! I'm a few feet away, it's through the door, in the heat of passion, it is probably my ears playing tricks on me so I leave.
When I show up for work the next day he says "No blow jobs today," I know this means he is getting a visitor, I assume it's his new girlfriend or another *****? It turns out to be the same girl, I hear her voice and smile wondering how long before she will be where I am.
Then one day as I'm leaving, I see his door is open halfway, so I naturally look in. I see him in a chair facing me, a white woman on her knees in front of him, her head bobbing up and down sucking his cock. He sees me, smiles, grabs her hair, and spins her head a bit. She turns it to look at me and I can't believe it, there, on her knees, topless, with a Black Cock in her hand that was just in her mouth, looking at me over her shoulder with a smile coming to her familiar face is DOTTY!!!???
I gasp, she turns back around to finish and I leave.
***** Bound Part Seven ( Fiction - Fantasy )
***** Bound Part Seven ( Fiction - Fantasy )
I drive from my pimp's house ONCE AGAIN in a haze. I barely remember coming into the house, turning on the television, and getting the wine now in front of me. When I start to calm down and think clearly, certain things come to mind. My phone is buzzing with texts, and voicemails from Dotty. Huh, Dotty my friend. Dotty who was there the night I gave my pimp a blow job which was used as blackmail to turn me into a *****. Dotty, my friend who oddly never mentioned it again. Dotty, who coincidentally showed up not long after my first beating, then was arguing on her phone in my yard. Dotty, who not long ago, I saw sucking my pimp's cock. Dotty, who now I know was the voice I heard being fucked by my pimp. Dotty, who now is leaving texts and voicemails 'We need to talk,' 'I'm so sorry,' 'Can I come over?" etc. Dotty, who I now think set me up. Dotty, who I think now is a ***** like me. I drink my wine and pour another glass. I'm angry, another glass. I'm hurt another glass. I'm disgusted, another glass.I'm on my knees in front of the toilet heaving. I'm sick from drinking too fast, but I'm sicker knowing I was starting to enjoy being a *****, I enjoyed being disciplined, and I enjoy Black Men using me. I enjoyed the money but also enjoyed doing it for free.
I hate Dotty, I hate my pimp, I hate myself, and I need to take control of my life back! I need to quit this, I need to get my marriage back, I need to cut ties with Dotty, my pimp, and this lifestyle. I need to put everything in the past, I need a way out of this.
My husband comes home a bit later. I'm showered and calmed down as much as I can. I make him a quick supper. We chat, and he goes up to bed, he has an early day tomorrow.
I sit and think, I block Dotty on my phone. I guess that's step one. Tomorrow, I guess, I need to talk to my pimp. I don't care about the money anymore, I'll pay him back somehow, I just want my old life back. No Dotty, no pimp, no whoring, no strange Black men, no sneaking around, etc. I just want to be boring Cathy again.
The next morning, I log in for work. I'll give him a ring in a little while and tell him I've had enough and will pay him back when the doorbell rings, must be a package. I can't believe it, it's my soon-to-be ex-pimp using the company IT thing again and Dotty is with him. I can't create a scene, so I let them in.
We sit and I start telling him I'm done, I will pay him back, etc. He says to my surprise, "OK" He does all the talking. Dotty rarely looks at me. He goes on to say Dotty will be my replacement plus she took the debt on. She was his ***** for 12 years and wanted out. Someone she trusted drugged her, like she did me, and was blackmailed into being a *****. She wanted out so found a replacement, me. She kept tabs on me, but when she was told about the discipline, she rushed over out of guilt. When she saw how bad it was, she became enraged and called him. That's who she was yelling at outside my house that day when she just happened to pop in.
"Oh, how fucking gracious of her!!! I was made to kneel and suck niggers off, to spread my legs for them, bend over for them, to be *****, beaten, shamed, humiliated, scared of being pregnant by one, turned into a filthy *****, but I'm just supposed to say, Oh, Dotty felt guilty and got me out, Thank you Dotty, well, fuck her!! I never want to see her OR you again!"
He tells me I owe him nothing, and that he deleted all the videos and pics, and my profile, I'm officially retired. Dotty looks at me and nods yes in agreement, I don't know if I can trust them, but it is all I have. "Is there something else?"
"No"
"Leave!"
I go to my computer, take the day off and log out. I get a cup of tea, sit and look out the rear window, enjoying the nice day and start to sob, a sob of relief.
Days go by and I start to feel better. The college is paid ahead a bit, so start saving now, cutting back on this and that and we can be maybe ahead of the game.
Things between me and hubby are the same, I think we wore out our welcome with each other. It seems an empty nest puts things in perspective a bit. Other than the kids, we had nothing in common. Don't get me wrong, we don't hate each other, but just staying together for the sake of staying together isn't right. We sleep in separate bedrooms, and have for a while, even before my months of "Betrayal". We don't speak unless it's about bills, the kids, or gossip. We go through the motions which isn't fair to either of us.
We raised kids, have good kids, and had a great time together, I kept the home stable and running, everyone clean well-fed, etc., but now it's a house. A house that yes, he built with his bare hands, and that one reason is the main reason we made the choice together: I should be the one moving out.
So several weeks after the Pimp/Dotty visit, I was looking for a place of my own.
***** Bound Part Eight ( Fantasy - Fiction )
So, it is a few months later, I'm on my own for the first time. I stayed at home while in college, met hubby while in college, married him, stayed with my parents while he was in the service and finished college, graduated, then lived with him. He was in the Service, so I always had a support group around, other Sailor's wives, etc. Then children, so I was never alone.
I don't mean to infer he was my first and only blah blah. I had a few BF before him, sex-wise, he was my third in almost 25 years. Then God knows how many Black Men penetrated me, sodomized me, filled my belly… hurt me. But did not hurt me as much as my friend, Dotty. They hurt me physically, and that heals. But emotionally and mentally, that's a different story. I did betray my husband, but she was the reason.
Now months have passed, and hubby and I are still married mostly because we have not found a reason to divorce. We talk, about bills mostly, I work every day and have set up a nice little place for myself. The kids visit when they are in town we go out as a family, life is good. Sometimes I lay in bed, or sit and daydream because I feel that something is missing, something is gone from my life, I don't know what? Then one day I'm in the grocery store and I see Dotty, she makes a gesture to say something, but I turn away, even though I wanted to talk, I couldn't give her that.
I found myself driving by my ex-pimps house one day just out of curiosity, I told myself. I often found myself missing the control he had over me, the way he manipulated me into believing everything was my fault, and the punishments. The way I so naturally accepted my role, my purpose, looking forward to "appointments", saying words/things I found offensive, waiting anxiously for his texts, loving the feeling of the slutty outfits, even the few times I had a pregnancy scare made me a bit excited. How would I explain a bi-racial child? These aren't the days of sending someone "away" for the summer and they return and mom had a baby… lol, but one of a different race.
I'm content, happy, happy that my ex has moved on, and our children have excepted things so well, but… I'M FUCKING HORNY!!!! I had enough of men and their bullshit, but I need, no, I want a man to scratch my itch and then get out!! So, with what little I did manage to save in cash, I got a room for the weekend an hour away in a small college-type town, inexpensive, etc. hit a bar near my motel. I know how to dress now to attract a man, seems being a ***** does teach you some things. I meet a guy, who seemed nice enough, tall, blonde-ish. Good looking, but no Keith Urban(Damn!). I invite him to my room for the standard cheap "nightcap." We have sex, but it was vanilla. I offered him my ass, no, offered to give him a straight blow job, no. He wouldn't slap my ass, pull my hair, or talk dirty. Just fucked me missionary, pulled out to cum, and left. Thank God because I was going to throw him out. I orgasmed because I massaged it. While he fucked me, he kept his eyes closed. AAAAHHHHH!
Something was missing. It took me a day or two to figure it out, I'm in bed one night, with porn on the computer, it beats a man sometimes, and I realize I'm only interested in interracial so did I choose a white guy because I was supposed to? Thinking back, in the last year, besides this man and a few times with my ex the only Cock I've had was Black, and it was in my pussy, mouth, and ass. Most have pulled my hair, slapped me, verbally abused, humiliated me, etc. But I orgasmed almost every time. I orgasmed while giving blow jobs (With the help of toys), I've orgasmed from anal, and even masturbated myself!
I was never truly attracted to this guy. I mean he was good-looking, nice, and definitely shouldn't be ashamed of his tool, but I don't know. Maybe it was the fact he just wanted pussy and out, I don't know, I guess it's time to find out.
A few weeks later, another room, another town, this one with a hip-hop club in it. I googled… lol. So, dressed as slutty as the law allows, and head out to the club. Immediately, I'm offered a drink. I have juice or water. Don't want to get into any type of alcohol-related incidents. Asked to dance a few times, and chatted up a bit, all Black guys. Then one of the guys I danced with a few times that nite asks me out for a slow dance, I agreed.
While dancing, I maneuver my hips to be able to feel him it is a norm for females. He's hard, I stay there giving him the hint I want to fuck. He pulls me in, hands on my ass, we kiss, and I give him a lot of tongue. Ten minutes later, his cock is in my mouth in my room. He fucks me in several positions, but I had to take the lead so to speak, no pulling hair, no roughness, nothing I was used to with a Black Man, but I do orgasm twice. He cums in me (I got new vaginal condoms), but he wouldn't do anal, eat me out or let me clean him off. It was better, much better, felt right, and enjoyed the color contrast, but I know now I need a man, a Black Man, who knows how to treat a white woman, knows we are whores, knows what we need, and want.
After I get home, I open the website where I advertised myself and find my profile isn't there anymore. I can't open a new profile since I need his account number or member number. This site has what I have been looking for and needing for longer than I know.
So, after all this reality as to who and what I am and need, I find myself at my former PIMP's door reaching for the bell.
I don't mean to infer he was my first and only blah blah. I had a few BF before him, sex-wise, he was my third in almost 25 years. Then God knows how many Black Men penetrated me, sodomized me, filled my belly… hurt me. But did not hurt me as much as my friend, Dotty. They hurt me physically, and that heals. But emotionally and mentally, that's a different story. I did betray my husband, but she was the reason.
Now months have passed, and hubby and I are still married mostly because we have not found a reason to divorce. We talk, about bills mostly, I work every day and have set up a nice little place for myself. The kids visit when they are in town we go out as a family, life is good. Sometimes I lay in bed, or sit and daydream because I feel that something is missing, something is gone from my life, I don't know what? Then one day I'm in the grocery store and I see Dotty, she makes a gesture to say something, but I turn away, even though I wanted to talk, I couldn't give her that.
I found myself driving by my ex-pimps house one day just out of curiosity, I told myself. I often found myself missing the control he had over me, the way he manipulated me into believing everything was my fault, and the punishments. The way I so naturally accepted my role, my purpose, looking forward to "appointments", saying words/things I found offensive, waiting anxiously for his texts, loving the feeling of the slutty outfits, even the few times I had a pregnancy scare made me a bit excited. How would I explain a bi-racial child? These aren't the days of sending someone "away" for the summer and they return and mom had a baby… lol, but one of a different race.
I'm content, happy, happy that my ex has moved on, and our children have excepted things so well, but… I'M FUCKING HORNY!!!! I had enough of men and their bullshit, but I need, no, I want a man to scratch my itch and then get out!! So, with what little I did manage to save in cash, I got a room for the weekend an hour away in a small college-type town, inexpensive, etc. hit a bar near my motel. I know how to dress now to attract a man, seems being a ***** does teach you some things. I meet a guy, who seemed nice enough, tall, blonde-ish. Good looking, but no Keith Urban(Damn!). I invite him to my room for the standard cheap "nightcap." We have sex, but it was vanilla. I offered him my ass, no, offered to give him a straight blow job, no. He wouldn't slap my ass, pull my hair, or talk dirty. Just fucked me missionary, pulled out to cum, and left. Thank God because I was going to throw him out. I orgasmed because I massaged it. While he fucked me, he kept his eyes closed. AAAAHHHHH!
Something was missing. It took me a day or two to figure it out, I'm in bed one night, with porn on the computer, it beats a man sometimes, and I realize I'm only interested in interracial so did I choose a white guy because I was supposed to? Thinking back, in the last year, besides this man and a few times with my ex the only Cock I've had was Black, and it was in my pussy, mouth, and ass. Most have pulled my hair, slapped me, verbally abused, humiliated me, etc. But I orgasmed almost every time. I orgasmed while giving blow jobs (With the help of toys), I've orgasmed from anal, and even masturbated myself!
I was never truly attracted to this guy. I mean he was good-looking, nice, and definitely shouldn't be ashamed of his tool, but I don't know. Maybe it was the fact he just wanted pussy and out, I don't know, I guess it's time to find out.
A few weeks later, another room, another town, this one with a hip-hop club in it. I googled… lol. So, dressed as slutty as the law allows, and head out to the club. Immediately, I'm offered a drink. I have juice or water. Don't want to get into any type of alcohol-related incidents. Asked to dance a few times, and chatted up a bit, all Black guys. Then one of the guys I danced with a few times that nite asks me out for a slow dance, I agreed.
While dancing, I maneuver my hips to be able to feel him it is a norm for females. He's hard, I stay there giving him the hint I want to fuck. He pulls me in, hands on my ass, we kiss, and I give him a lot of tongue. Ten minutes later, his cock is in my mouth in my room. He fucks me in several positions, but I had to take the lead so to speak, no pulling hair, no roughness, nothing I was used to with a Black Man, but I do orgasm twice. He cums in me (I got new vaginal condoms), but he wouldn't do anal, eat me out or let me clean him off. It was better, much better, felt right, and enjoyed the color contrast, but I know now I need a man, a Black Man, who knows how to treat a white woman, knows we are whores, knows what we need, and want.
After I get home, I open the website where I advertised myself and find my profile isn't there anymore. I can't open a new profile since I need his account number or member number. This site has what I have been looking for and needing for longer than I know.
So, after all this reality as to who and what I am and need, I find myself at my former PIMP's door reaching for the bell.
***** Bound Part Nine ( Fiction - Fantasy )
I knock a few times, wait, knock again, wait, and turn to go when I hear the doorknob rattle. The door opens and there stands my pimp in his robe, a smile comes to his face as he says, "What took you so long *****?" I go in and there sitting topless on the sofa is Dotty. I turn to leave but am grabbed by the arm, "If you leave now, NEVER come back!" After a few seconds, he leads me to the sofa, I take a seat on the opposite end from Dotty, and he takes a seat between us. Dotty stares until she's told to go make everyone tea.
Now alone he explains to me that I can't leave, come back, leave, come back, etc anytime I want, it upsets business. I can see under his robe he is almost hard. I can guess what was going on here before the door opened. He tells me about how I was missed, how guys asked for me.
Dotty came back into the room with the tea. She puts the cups on the coffee table and sits. PIMP opens his robe and puts Dotty to work. He said he fucked her a few times, before she was a *****, again. He will be fucking me until I work. Now it's just blowjobs from her, and good ones at that. (For a split second, I think I felt jealous?) He leaned back, grabbed her by the hair, and worked her head up and down on his Cock. I can hear her moan in acceptance, I can hear him moan in enjoyment. I'm starting when he says to me, "How badly do you want back?"
"Very badly"
"Undress, completely, no panties." I do it at a feverish pace and set back and watch him pull Dotty's head off and push mine down. I instantly get to work sucking his cock while he tells Dotty to take care of his balls. I have my PIMP's cock in my mouth while the woman I hate, my enemy's face inches from mine with his balls in her mouth. The feeling of his cock in my mouth far outweighs my feelings of hate for her. So I continue to suck until he tells me on the couch. He climbs up, straddles my chest, and feeds me his cock, I'm loving it. With one hand, he has wrapped around my wrists (large hands, small wrists)holding them above my head while his other hand has my hair, holding my head still while he slowly fucks my mouth. I'm looking up at him, helpless… and loving it and I missed this.
He's looking down at me and begins telling me he knew I'd come back and that being a ***** for Black Cock is in my DNA, in all white cunts but because of privileged guilt, it is stronger in privileged white cunts, all a white cunt needs is a taste, an experience and the need to serve become undeniable!!
Yes... he's right and I knew it. Once I had my first real taste of Black Cock, meaning not roofied, I was hooked, I didn't know it yet, but I knew something had changed and I wanted it.
I'm looking up at him when he turns and nods. That's when I feel hands on my thighs, being kissed on my thighs, working closer to my pussy. I forgot about Dotty, I believe PIMP nodded to her to eat my pussy. There isn't much I can do, my concentration is wavering a bit until a sharp yank of my hair gets me back in line. I feel a finger enter me, then two. She starts finger fucking me while licking and sucking my clit. I hate her, but my cunt needs this, it feels good. My mouth gets fucked a little faster, a little deeper. I'm looking up at him when he pulls out, back and forth across my face, back in, then repeat. I feel my pussy getting wetter, opening up, inviting her fingers and tongue. Another finger in my ass. I'm working my hips, trying to grind her. My mouth getting fucked faster until I can feel him. The first splash in my throat, the second one I gag third one ends up on my face as he pulled out so I can breathe. He gets off freeing my hands. I push Dotty's head deeper into my cunt. She knows what she's doing. PIMP tells her to make me cum, a welcome-back gesture. She does, I cum hard grinding my clit into her. This is new territory for me, but I instinctively pull her up and we passionately kiss, sharing what PIMP left on my face. Then we hold each other for a moment. Dotty starts to cry, I hold her brushing her hair with my hand. I tell her it's ok, I forgive her. I also thank her. I say I don't know how to reciprocate, but she says in time, she will guide me, but for now, forgiving her was enough.
PIMP stands there and says, "Now that's what I'm talking about," we all chuckle. We clean up in the shower then later sign me back up on the site, create a profile, set my price list, and sign up for some groups. White for Black Cock, swallow, anal, etc. I know not to question what he does.
I check out Dotty's profile and see she's been tag-teamed multiple times. Also that she has a small list of female clients. She says that's where the real money and real pleasures are as she discovered she likes pussy, she smiles when she says that, and on impulse, I lean in and kiss her as I do too. She says, "I have wanted and waited for that for years, I have liked you in "that way" for a long time, even when I was married!"
"I had no clue."
"It seems like you love it?" We both laughed and kiss again.
"I hate to break this up, but I'm going out of town tomorrow for Phil's game, I will be leaving very early, and need to get to bed."
Dotty had some appointments, but with my profile not approved yet by the site, it may be a few days, so PIMP may not get a chance at this pussy before then. I can't wait to get back to work, to give this pussy up to Black Cocks again. In the meantime, maybe I can get with Dotty when she's not working. We leave but before separating, and going to our cars, I say I'm glad I went to the casino that nite, turn and leave. She yells to me, I turn and see her giving me the "Call me" gesture. I say most definitely!!!
On the way home I think, I'm what's called a white privileged blackmailed black cock whoring bi-curious mother of 3. Huh, got a nice ring to it….
. I text Dotty my new address and say I'm home most of the time, but text first just in case. She texts back immediately asking if I'd like to learn reciprocation in the morning. I send back the Smiling emoji with the tongue out.
Now alone he explains to me that I can't leave, come back, leave, come back, etc anytime I want, it upsets business. I can see under his robe he is almost hard. I can guess what was going on here before the door opened. He tells me about how I was missed, how guys asked for me.
Dotty came back into the room with the tea. She puts the cups on the coffee table and sits. PIMP opens his robe and puts Dotty to work. He said he fucked her a few times, before she was a *****, again. He will be fucking me until I work. Now it's just blowjobs from her, and good ones at that. (For a split second, I think I felt jealous?) He leaned back, grabbed her by the hair, and worked her head up and down on his Cock. I can hear her moan in acceptance, I can hear him moan in enjoyment. I'm starting when he says to me, "How badly do you want back?"
"Very badly"
"Undress, completely, no panties." I do it at a feverish pace and set back and watch him pull Dotty's head off and push mine down. I instantly get to work sucking his cock while he tells Dotty to take care of his balls. I have my PIMP's cock in my mouth while the woman I hate, my enemy's face inches from mine with his balls in her mouth. The feeling of his cock in my mouth far outweighs my feelings of hate for her. So I continue to suck until he tells me on the couch. He climbs up, straddles my chest, and feeds me his cock, I'm loving it. With one hand, he has wrapped around my wrists (large hands, small wrists)holding them above my head while his other hand has my hair, holding my head still while he slowly fucks my mouth. I'm looking up at him, helpless… and loving it and I missed this.
He's looking down at me and begins telling me he knew I'd come back and that being a ***** for Black Cock is in my DNA, in all white cunts but because of privileged guilt, it is stronger in privileged white cunts, all a white cunt needs is a taste, an experience and the need to serve become undeniable!!
Yes... he's right and I knew it. Once I had my first real taste of Black Cock, meaning not roofied, I was hooked, I didn't know it yet, but I knew something had changed and I wanted it.
I'm looking up at him when he turns and nods. That's when I feel hands on my thighs, being kissed on my thighs, working closer to my pussy. I forgot about Dotty, I believe PIMP nodded to her to eat my pussy. There isn't much I can do, my concentration is wavering a bit until a sharp yank of my hair gets me back in line. I feel a finger enter me, then two. She starts finger fucking me while licking and sucking my clit. I hate her, but my cunt needs this, it feels good. My mouth gets fucked a little faster, a little deeper. I'm looking up at him when he pulls out, back and forth across my face, back in, then repeat. I feel my pussy getting wetter, opening up, inviting her fingers and tongue. Another finger in my ass. I'm working my hips, trying to grind her. My mouth getting fucked faster until I can feel him. The first splash in my throat, the second one I gag third one ends up on my face as he pulled out so I can breathe. He gets off freeing my hands. I push Dotty's head deeper into my cunt. She knows what she's doing. PIMP tells her to make me cum, a welcome-back gesture. She does, I cum hard grinding my clit into her. This is new territory for me, but I instinctively pull her up and we passionately kiss, sharing what PIMP left on my face. Then we hold each other for a moment. Dotty starts to cry, I hold her brushing her hair with my hand. I tell her it's ok, I forgive her. I also thank her. I say I don't know how to reciprocate, but she says in time, she will guide me, but for now, forgiving her was enough.
PIMP stands there and says, "Now that's what I'm talking about," we all chuckle. We clean up in the shower then later sign me back up on the site, create a profile, set my price list, and sign up for some groups. White for Black Cock, swallow, anal, etc. I know not to question what he does.
I check out Dotty's profile and see she's been tag-teamed multiple times. Also that she has a small list of female clients. She says that's where the real money and real pleasures are as she discovered she likes pussy, she smiles when she says that, and on impulse, I lean in and kiss her as I do too. She says, "I have wanted and waited for that for years, I have liked you in "that way" for a long time, even when I was married!"
"I had no clue."
"It seems like you love it?" We both laughed and kiss again.
"I hate to break this up, but I'm going out of town tomorrow for Phil's game, I will be leaving very early, and need to get to bed."
Dotty had some appointments, but with my profile not approved yet by the site, it may be a few days, so PIMP may not get a chance at this pussy before then. I can't wait to get back to work, to give this pussy up to Black Cocks again. In the meantime, maybe I can get with Dotty when she's not working. We leave but before separating, and going to our cars, I say I'm glad I went to the casino that nite, turn and leave. She yells to me, I turn and see her giving me the "Call me" gesture. I say most definitely!!!
On the way home I think, I'm what's called a white privileged blackmailed black cock whoring bi-curious mother of 3. Huh, got a nice ring to it….
. I text Dotty my new address and say I'm home most of the time, but text first just in case. She texts back immediately asking if I'd like to learn reciprocation in the morning. I send back the Smiling emoji with the tongue out.
