Inside a Woman’s Head…and Other Places

Big. Black. Cock.

To be truthful, before my husband mentioned it, I’d rarely even thought about it. Heard of it. Seen a few pictures, which I assumed were edited somehow.

But I found his porn favorites a while back and almost all of it was interracial web sites. To be specific, interracial cuckold web sites. I didn’t know what that was, so I looked it up, and it was shocking and titillating. Then I asked my husband about it.

He admitted it was something he thought about a lot…almost all the time. His fantasy, when he masturbated or even when we had sex, was to see me dominated, fucked, overwhelmed by a black man with a…

Big. Black. Cock.

It tweaked my interest. It made my little clit tingle a bit. The more I researched the lifestyle, the more I was intrigued.

You see, I found out that the husband, for the most part, gives up his right to his wife’s pussy and totally supports her screwing around with other men. And in this case, screwing around with big cocked black men.

There’s a humiliation side of it that he wasn’t interested in. There’s also a portion of men who want to be subservient to his wife’s black lovers. Again, something my husband wasn’t interested in.

But seeing me ravished by a big, black guy with a really big, black cock: that part, he was profoundly interested in.

So, I thought about it and asked him questions about it.

Why did he fantasize about that? He didn’t know.

How would such a thing be arranged? He didn’t know.

Why just black guys? He didn’t know.

All he knew was that it turned him on and he was at the point of seriously thinking about trying to talk me into making it happen.

It made my pussy wet.

I told him that while I was playing with his penis, and when I did, he came almost instantly. This was something that seriously flipped his switch. And I had to admit, the more he described it, the wetter my pussy got and the more it started flipping my switch as well.

Big. Black. Cock.

Now, I’ve started thinking about it and fantasizing about it myself. A lot. Almost all the time. We’ve started using it in our love making.

He describes scenarios as I’m sucking him. He cums quickly. I ventured into describing scenarios as he’s going down on me. I cum quickly. He’s blindfolded me and strapped on big, black dildos, which he uses mercilessly on my pussy and he’ talks like a black guy, making me think I’m being overpowered by a virile, big-cocked black man. It’s so erotic. I cum quickly and continuously until he collapses from exhaustion. Each successive time, the dildo is bigger, blacker and is made of material more and more lifelike; soft to the touch but turgid and realistically formed. He’s spending a fortune to feed our mutual desire.

The last big, black dildo cost him $125. It was exquisite! Nine inches long and as big around as my wrist. He’s also showed me one that cost $500 but he can’t afford it yet. I saw it and could easily imagine taking that black monster inside me and cumming like crazy.

I can’t do without it anymore.

So, recently, I got serious. I asked him if we were really going to do this.

He said he wanted to but wasn’t sure if he could handle seeing me participating in the real thing, even though the fantasy was the food for wet dreams. My pussy was damp and leaking almost non-stop these days and I’d even started playing with myself thinking about it where ever I went: lunch with the girls, visiting my parents or sitting in church.

Fuck, sitting in church? I was hooked.

“Let’s try it,” I told him. “Are you good with it?”

“I think so…yeah, let’s give it a shot.”


“And…I’ll try to set something up here in the next couple weeks. Jessica, I don’t know how to do this, baby, but I’ll try to make it happen. I want the guy to be clean and I think we should have him wear a condom, right?”

“Yeah, probably.”


“Well, I’ve read so many stories from wives who have tried it and they all say how much hotter and better the sex is if you go bareback, you know, without a condom.”

“We need to decide,” he told me, “If we leave it open and you end up getting pregnant or getting an STD, I don’t think I could handle that.”

He was right, of course. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to feel big, black cock au naturel inside me. But he was right.

“Okay, condom it is,” I said feeling disappointed. I tried not to let my tone give away the fact that I sincerely wanted it without protection.

Am I going crazy?

The next two weeks were torture. While Eric was at work, I had my fingers inside myself as often as possible. I even called him at work and masturbated while describing my thoughts to him over the phone.

It was hot. And I came a lot. I mean A LOT!

One time, he was in the car when I called and we both got ourselves off, while talking about it on the phone. Eric almost crashed the car at one point.

I quizzed him daily about any progress he’d made and I started to feel like it would never happen.

Then, day 10 of checking it out, Eric said he found someone.

When he described him to me over the phone, I immediately stuck my hand into my shorts and starting probing. He said he wasn’t that tall but that he was very dark-skinned, muscular and had plenty of the ‘tool he needed’ to make her happy. That’s what the guy told him.

The more I heard, the hotter I got. Eventually, I came while still talking to him. He heard me cumming and after I settled down some, he called me ‘his hot little slut’.

That gave me another tingle inside.

“Your hot little slut,” I said to him, “but maybe someone else’s black cock slut soon, hmmm?”

“God!” he whispered, “You are a nasty girl. I can’t wait to see a big, black cock inside your pretty, white pussy.”

“My white, married pussy.”

“Oh my God, Jess!” he moaned over the phone. “I’m on my way home. You better be ready for me when I get there.”

“Oooo, sounds exciting!” I said but I was still thinking about a large, pulsing black cock squeezing between my pussy lips, filling me with magical black meat.


We set up a meet with this guy in a nightclub in Scottsdale, Arizona. When the day came, we left our hotel with high hopes. I wore a somewhat short, yellow dress that showed off my legs, which I think are one of my better attributes. I wore no bra and yellow pumps to help pump up my legs. Eric said I looked smoking hot, which made me feel great.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, this being our first time, so I thought this was just a meet and greet to see if we had any chemistry together. We got there a little early and checked out the bar and dance floor. It was dark and quiet with a 3-piece band playing soft, slow dance music.

We told this guy what I’d be wearing so he could spot me in the club. When he came in, he immediately zeroed in on us and headed to the table.

He wasn’t at all what I expected.

He was dressed casual but sharp. His slacks clung to his muscular thighs and his shirt did the same for his brawny biceps. He introduced himself as Anton, shook Eric’s hand first, and then focused on me, shaking and then kissing my hand. He was pretty dark-skinned, which for some reason made a thrill run up my leg. His voice was like velvet and he had an award-winning smile. We had a little compulsory chit-chat and, in a conversation lull, Eric spoke up.

“So, how do we do this? We’re newbies and we don’t know the ropes.”

“Well, I was hoping to get to know your beautiful wife some and find out if we had any connection, you know, chemistry, and take it from there,” Anton said.

“That’s exactly what I thought, too!” I replied, a little too anxious.

Damn! I’m acting like a schoolgirl on prom night.

“There’s no rush here,” Anton said, “Eric said you two are in town for a few days, so we have time. If anything happens between us, I’d like it to be special for all concerned.”

Wow, he’s smooth, I thought.

“What are the two of you looking to get out of this? I think if we get everything up front, it will leave less room for misunderstanding.”

Eric paused, so I piped in.

“We want to spice things up. We’ve been married for almost 12 years and Eric started talking about his interracial cuckold fantasy.”

Too much, I thought?

“Putting it bluntly,” Eric added. Anton laughed at that.

“No problem being blatantly honest, with me. What is the level of participation you want to have in this encounter, Eric?”

I was feeling a little ignored as Anton seemed more interested in Eric’s desires than mine. It may have shown on my face. Anton, sitting next to me, turned to face me.

“Jessica, I don’t…Jessica or do you prefer Jess?”


“Jessica, I don’t mean to ignore you but I always like to find out the husband’s expectations right off the bat because it’s easy for them to feel left out, once things start moving along. I need to respect him as well as him respecting me. And trust me, I have no intention of ignoring you,” he said placing a big, black hand on my leg, just under the edge of my dress.

Another shiver shot up my leg lightly shocking my pussy. I shivered.

Anton smiled at me.

“So,” he said looking at Eric, “how much are you looking to be involved in our tryst?” Anton squeezed my leg when he said ‘tryst’. I could feel my panties getting moist.

“I don’t want to be humiliated. And I don’t want to participate other than occasionally kissing Jess, stroking and some pictures.”

“Sounds good to me,” Anton started. “I don’t do the humiliation thing. Taking pictures and the occasional contact with your lovely wife is to be expected.”

The music got a little louder.

“Hey,” Anton said squeezing my thigh, “would you like to dance?”

I looked at Eric to see his response.

He said “Babe, this night is about you having a fun enjoyable night. So, go for it.”

We jumped up and Anton held my hand, leading me out onto the dance floor. He gave my hand a little tug and stepped in so our bodies pressed together. He put one hand in the middle of my back, resting on the top of my butt. The other hand he wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled my face towards his. I thought he was going to kiss me but he just started whispering to me in a very low, sexy voice.

“You are beautiful, aren’t you?”

“Um, I try to look nice,” I stuttered looking into his eyes.

“You’re in good shape, too. I’m very excited to see what we can do together, you and I,” he said pressing me into him at the hips.

I felt a large hardness in his crotch, pressing against my pubis. It felt good.

“Oh my!” was all I could manage.

“That’s all for you, Jess. Can you feel it?”

“Yes, it’s big and very hard,” I had no idea what I was saying but I was so turned on.

“That’s all for you. I want it inside you. I can make you feel like a complete woman tonight. Would you like that?”


“Yes,” he said grinding his crotch into me. The feeling was exquisite.

“I wasn’t sure if we would tonight. We’ve never done this before,” I said, feeling my face blush red with incredible heat in my chest and face.

“Yes, tonight. If not tonight, when? I think we have exceptional chemistry together. I can think of nothing better than to be inside you tonight,” he said pausing. “Would your husband mind if I kissed you?”

“I don’t think so but…” I said but he leaned in and kissed me full on the lips. It was an incredible feeling and it washed away any thoughts of what Eric thought about Anton kissing me. His hand slid down to my butt and he caressed and squeezed it right there on the dance floor.

And I didn’t stop him.

He then grabbed one of my hands and pressed it over his hard cock, straining against the material of his pants.

His bulge was enormous. He moved my hand up and down a couple times and then went back to playing with my ass.

I knew I should let go of his hard cock but the feeling was so electric: on the dance floor with a black man caressing my ass and me crudely rubbing up and down the length of his impressive shaft. I was momentarily afraid of bar patrons watching me be a slut with a black man but the feel of his huge cock under his pants was mesmerizing. I recalled him saying that it was all for me. I rubbed a little faster, absorbing the feeling and giggled when it twitched under my caress.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants and you do know what you want, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, my head spinning.

“And what do you want, Jess?”

I started to say it, then stopped. This isn’t how I act. But I had to say it.

“I want your black cock inside me.”

Did I just say that? Holy shit, who am I?

“I want that, too, Jess. Perhaps we should leave the bar before I pull it out and take you right here on the dance floor. It would make a helluva scene,” he said slipping his hand under my dress and finding my soaked panties. He pushed a finger in, panties and all.

I was in heaven.

“Yes, let’s go now before I fuck you right here,” I said.

I can’t believe I said it.

But I heard myself say it. The older married couple next to us heard me say it as well. The woman looked at me with surprise but smiled knowingly as she saw me rubbing his huge cock through his pants.

He shuttled me off the dance floor and we stopped together, bumping into the table. Eric was smiling.

“You two seem to have worked something out.”

“We have to go now, honey,” I said to him. “We have to get back to the room right now. This is going to happen tonight and we’re both ready.”

“Well, okay!” Eric said jumping up from the table.

He reached for my hand to show me out of the bar but Anton had my other hand and was already pulling me towards the door. We got outside and Eric said…

“Anton, can you follow us to our hotel or do you want to ride with us?”

Anton kissed me again on the lips.

“I’ll follow you both. I’ll be in a red Corvette. Let’s go!”

We got in and Eric hit the gas with Anton hot on our trail. Eric reached over and felt my panties under my dress. I was gooshy.

“Damn, babe, you two looked hot together out there on the floor. I thought you were going to jump up with your legs around his waist and have him fuck you right there in front of everyone. Your pussy is soaking wet,” Eric said rubbing me through my panties. It felt good but not as great when Anton pressed his big finger into me.

“Honey, I wanted him to fuck me out there on the floor,” I said excitedly, still not believing the words coming out of my mouth.

“The hotel is only a mile away now,” Eric said making a turn, “Just hang on and I’ll get you there so the fun can continue.”

I looked in the side view mirror and spotted Anton’s red Corvette slide around the corner, still just ten feet from our bumper.

He wants me too! I thought.

We parked in the front entryway of the hotel and Anton slid in behind us and parked. All quite illegal but none of us seemed to care.

We hurried into the lobby and jumped into the open elevator, Eric working the buttons and Anton getting to work on my buttons.

My God, I’m in heat.

I kissed Anton full on the lips, our tongues intertwining as we felt each other up. Luckily, no one got in the elevator until we got to our floor. The door opened and Eric opened the door to our suite. Anton was hot on my ass, reaching under my dress and caressing my ass cheeks.

I turned around and jumped up on Anton, straddling his waist. He carried me into the room with my legs locked around him and kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Eric shut the door.

“Do you guys want to wash up or…” he started but Anton threw me on the bed, my dress flipping up around my waist, displaying my soaking wet panties plastered to my shaved pussy lips. Anton unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor.

A more magnificent sight I’d never seen.

His powerful, black cock stood erect, pointing straight at me for about 10 inches worth. It was dark black and pulsing as he slowly pumped his hips towards me. He stood there smiling at me, shaking his massive black meat back and forth at me.

I sat up quickly and sucked his awesome manhood into my mouth. His cock came alive in my mouth as I sucked on him. This thing was bigger than it even felt through his pants while we were dancing. I could barely get half of his bulging length into my mouth but that didn’t stop me from trying to get it all.

He pulled his shirt off, showing his muscled six-pack abs. He stared at me trying to suck his entire beautiful cock into my mouth, when he grabbed the back of my head and tried to force that big, beautiful cock down my throat.

He pushed so hard and held it there so long, I started to gag, but he didn’t let go.

“Take my black cock down your throat,” he ordered.

I was trying, my God, I was trying.

I felt it starting to push through the resistance at the back of my throat, and I gagged, spitting his entire length out of my mouth.

He still had a grip on the back of my hair and pressed his saliva covered black cock against my face, rubbing it back and forth, coating my cheeks and lips. He slapped my face with it several times and I suddenly realized this guy was a super Alpha and knows what to do with his cock.

He’s going to fuck me hard and relentlessly.

I felt someone pulling my panties off. It was Eric, helping as he could. My pussy gushed when he pulled them off.

Anton picked me up off the bed and yanked my pretty yellow dress right off my body. It may have torn some but at the moment, I didn’t care.

He threw me back on the bed again, my naked body on display and my soaked pussy glazed in my juices in anticipation of him mounting me with his monster cock, which I noticed now was sort of bowling pin shaped; smallish at the head, bulbous in the middle, then tapering off just a bit at the base by his big balls.

It took less than five seconds and he was crawling up between my legs, aiming his meaty black beauty at my ******* bare pussy. He pressed his hot cock head against me and the head slipped right in.

God, that feels great.

“Condom! Condom!” I heard Eric yell out, as I saw him hustling to open one of the Magnum condoms he’d brought along just in case.

Anton looked at him.

“Sorry,” Anton said slowly pushing his cock meat into me.

I felt like the world had stopped. I could no longer hear Eric yelling “Condom!” and I couldn’t hear what Anton was saying as his lips moved. My whole world came down to my pussy and the large black man pushing his big cock into me. It slid in some and I gasped. He pulled out and slid in some more. I gasped louder. It was coming up on the tumescent middle of his cock when he thrust the next time, and I screamed.

“Oh fuck!!!” as his swollen giant slid all the way in. I felt the head thump up against the very end of my womanhood; my pussy as full with cock as it had ever been.

And it felt amazing.

His huge girth stretching me wide open, the warmth of his engorged cock filling me with a pleasant ‘perfectness of being’ feeling I’ve never had before. I realized I was still screaming, pleasure ripping through me like thunder.

He started pumping his god-cock in and out of me, not letting the girthy middle slide out but keeping it inside, and then thrusting fiercely back in with a thump.

I’d never felt a cock hitting bottom, so to speak. It was a strange feeling. There was no more room inside me. His meat filled me completely and I felt momentary loss when he pulled out some, momentary only because a second later the loss was filled with remarkable fulfilling by the fullness of his massive love muscle. He flexed it inside me once when he hit bottom and it stretched me a bit further, sending chills from my groin, up my back and then sizzling shocks in my brain.

I’d just stopped screaming when I heard Eric talking.

“Jess, are you okay? Are you okay?” he said. When I looked at him, I nodded. He said “But you were screaming so loud. I thought…”

I smiled at him.

“I’m fine. I’m full of a big, black cock and the sensation is unbelievable. It’s…scream worthy,” was all I could think to say.

Anton had picked up the pace and was thumping his hard meat deep inside me at a remarkable pace. His face was right in front of mine, a knowing look crossed it as he knew he was filling me, pushing my pussy to the limits, hammering me as I approached the edge of a mind shattering orgasm.

“You like my cock?” he said smiling, just inches from my open, gasping mouth. I could feel his hot breath on me.

“Fuck, yes,” I managed

“Are you my slut, now?”

“God, yes!” I exclaimed.

“Do you want my big nigger dick to cum inside you, slut?”

What did he say?

Astonished, I looked at him.

“You heard me. Do you want it?”

“Yes, I want all of you inside me.”

“Then say it,” he told me.

“I want you to cum inside me,” I said, not believing the words coming out of my mouth.

“No,” he whispered in my ear, “Say you want my big, nigger dick to cum inside you.” He continued to pound away at my pussy.

“God, I want it!” I said aloud.

“No,” he whispered, grabbing my throat, choking me, “say what I told you to say, you black cock slut. Tell your master what you want. Say it loud so your husband, Eric, can hear what his pretty, white wife really wants. Say it, or I’ll stop fucking you, right here and now. Say it.”

“I want your big, nigger dick to cum inside me,” I croaked with his hand squeezing my throat.

“Scream it, bitch!”

“I want your big, nigger cock to cum inside my white pussy! Fill my pussy, you mother fucker! Make me your slut!” I screamed until I ********** as orgasm overcame me.


When I awoke, Eric was washing me off with a hot washcloth. I could feel Anton’s hot cum running out of my overstretched pussy. The bed was soaked with his cum. Eric had a cool washcloth on my forehead, soothingly talking to me although I couldn’t understand what he was saying.

I felt him sopping up Anton’s cum as it drained from within me. I couldn’t move. My last orgasm shattered me, wracking my body with electric bolts of pleasure from Anton’s six-pound black cock hammering me into submission, into black cock slut-hood. I could still almost feel him inside me.

“Where’s Anton?” I managed when I realized he wasn’t inside me.

“He’s gone, baby.”

“Didn’t even say goodbye?”

“He did but you were unconscious.”

“What did he say? Did he…?”

“He said he’s going to fuck you tomorrow night as well and told me to have your pussy ready for him.”

“He did?”

What has gotten into me?

“And he’s going to fuck you every night until we leave.”

“Oh, God, that’s fantastic!”

“Yes, well…”

“Oh God, I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean that…you know. I just came so hard that I want more of it…all I can get. I’m sorry, but, he rocked my world.”

“I saw, baby. So fucking hot but hard for me to watch, you know?”

“What else did he say?”

Eric had a weird look on his face, seemingly holding something back.


“He said tomorrow night, he’s going to fuck you in the ass.”

Oh my, God, I thought, I can’t wait!
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