Sandy Takes Control
My wife usually leaves me alone when I’m masturbating. But today, she walked into my room and watched me whacking away to the video on my computer screen, an amateur interracial cuckold video. “Wow, that’s a big cock,” she said. I knew she wasn’t talking about me. I’m about 5 inches max and the big, black cock slamming into a white wife on the screen was easily 10 inches long and as big around as her wrist.
“Want some help?” she said reaching for me.
She grabbed my cock and I came almost instantly, spurting all over her hand and my stomach. The guy on the screen pulled his mammoth cock out and spewed all over his partner’s face, closely in time with my orgasm; mine less copious by half.
I wiped myself and my wife’s hands off. “Thanks for your help. Sorry, I was on the verge. What’s up, babe?”
“I don’t mind. I was going to ask what you wanted to do this weekend but I guess you were doing it,” she said still watching the action on the screen. She seemed mesmerized by it.
“You like that?”
“It’s interesting, I didn’t know you watched stuff like that when you were… you know… masturbating.”
I wasn’t sure what to say but I decided to tell her the truth and see her reaction, “That’s the kind of stuff I usually get off to.”
“Yeah, why? I like a good interracial sex scene.”
“That surprises me. I didn’t think you liked blacks.”
“Hmm, I don’t mind‘em, and as far as porn, I like it. Never really knew why and I still don’t. But the sight of a big-cocked black dude fucking a pretty white girl just really turns me on, it’s hot.”
“I mean, most of these guys are in really good shape, muscled up, hard abs, and the porn stars are super hung.”
“I noticed. Is that just the porn stars or are regular black guys on the street that big?”
“I don’t know. But the rumor is that they are. The few I’ve seen in the gym are bigger than me but it’s hard to tell when they’re soft. Still, the saying is ‘Once you go black, you don’t go back’, to white dick is the insinuation, are you interested?”
“Well, it’s an exciting thought but I’ve never done that, don’t think I ever could either. But that might give me ideas for the next time I’m playing with myself. Just for fantasy’s sake,”
'She is interested. That was easier than I thought.'
I could tell. She was blushing slightly and occasionally her hand brushed her crotch and rubbed a little like she was readjusting her panties. But it’s the weekend and she doesn’t wear panties on the weekend.
“Come here,” I said. She stepped closer and I lightly rubbed her pussy through her leggings causing her to groan in appreciation. “You’re horny, hmmm?”
“Mmm, kind of, seeing you beating off turns me on.”
“Me, it had nothing to do with the big black cock in the video?”
“That didn’t hurt.”
“Sit on my lap,” I said, “and we’ll watch it together, Okay?”
She thought for the briefest of seconds.
“Okay,” she said snuggling into my lap.
I started the video again and rest my hand on her lap, atop her pantiless pussy.
As soon as the action started, I rubbed her softly. She moaned and pushed back into my fingers. The girl in the scene looked remarkably like my wife, Sandy: medium-length blonde hair, smallish firm breasts, trim stomach, and sexy legs, which is why I liked this video. I could easily imagine that she was Sandy, taking a big, black cock and loving it.
When the black cocksman pulled his huge cock out, I slid Sandy’s leggings down, exposing her waxed pussy. I rubbed her again and slid a finger in. She was eating up, all the while closely watching the action on the screen. With my other hand, I unbuttoned her shirt and found she was braless as well another plus. I rolled one of her nipples around while I probed her soaked pussy.
The guy on screen was just finishing sucking the girl’s pussy and slid his giant black cock into her, eliciting a throaty groan. Sandy groaned as well and humped up and down on my fingers, she was dripping.
The guy on the screen thrust away at the girl’s pussy and she was loving it. As he lunged in, Sandy humped against my hand in rhythm with them. The girl’s pussy was stretched to the max, as this guy was hung like a small horse. I watched Sandy’s eyes flitting back and forth, following the action on the screen and soaking up the torrid sex before her. She was engrossed. I worked harder on her soaked pussy.
“You like watching that big, black cock pumping into her pussy?”
“Oh, yeah! That’s sexy as hell,” she groaned.
“Could you take that much black cock meat pushing into your pretty pussy?”
“Mmmm,” she groaned.
I started rubbing her clit with my thumb as my fingers pushed deeper into her.
“That’s not an answer. Could you take that much black cock meat pushing into your pretty pussy?” I asked, really going at her pussy.
“God! I don’t know. I don’t know, but I’d love to try. It’s making me hot as fuck. I’m going to cum!” she yelled.
I pinched her clit and pushed my fingers in deeper. Her bald pussy spasmed and twitched. Her whole body shook, whilst sitting on my lap. I still had a lock on one of her nipples and she couldn’t stop cumming.
“Take that black cock, Sandy. Feel that big, black cock meat dumping its cum deep into your married pussy. Deep. Again and again, cumming loads deeper than you’ve ever had!”
“God, yes! Oh my God!” she yelled, reaching down and clamping my hand against herself, me still working at her. She humped her pussy hard and grabbed her other nipple and squeezed it hard, as I pulled and stretched mercilessly on her other one.
“Oh, God! Oh God!” she yelled.
“Oh God, what?”
“Gimme that fat black cock! Cum in my pussy, you black bastard! Fuck me! Give it to me!”
I sunk my fingers in as far as I could and pinched her clit like a vise. She humped and bounced in my lap, in time with the actor’s big, black cock thumping into the pretty white girl on the screen.
“Ahhhhhh!” she screamed so loud; it startled me.
I knew she’d cum hard. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers as her body continued to shake on my lap. She grunted like an animal until I eased up on her. Instead of pinching her nipple and clit, I just massaged them in the aftershock of her orgasm.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” she groaned as I let her come down off her high. A rivulet of pussy juices trickled down her leg. She shivered once and nearly collapsed her entire body weight on me.
“Good?” I asked. I knew the answer.
“Oh fuck, baby…that was fantastic.”
After that encounter, things moved on quickly, too quick for me to keep up.
Suddenly, Sandy was obsessed with getting a big, black cock inside her pussy. She was so driven that it scared me. I didn’t want to lose her. I was just wanting to play some bedroom games with her.
One day, I caught her watching some interracial porn and playing with herself. Her fingers rubbed furiously at her bald pussy and she groaned non-stop.
“You look hot, baby,” I told her.
“Mmm, it feels good. You know, I’d look hotter with my pretty white pussy filled with a giant black cock pumping away at me,” she said, giving me an evil little grin.
God, she looked hot.
“We’ve got a black dildo upstairs. I could fuck you with it while you watch the video.”
She shook her head no.
“I was thinking more along the lines of getting a real big, black cock to fuck me while you watch and beat off.”
“That’s a sexy thought but I wasn’t thinking of really doing it. I just thought we could have some fantasy sex while playing with big, black dildos”
“That might work for you but I had something more personal, more intimate in mind,” she said going hard at rubbing her clit. She looked on the verge.
“I’d like to think about this for a while, honey.”
“Well, I’d like to have a fat, black cock inside me, pumping me full of hot cum while you watch,” she said groaning. A second later and she was cumming, hard.
“Oh God, yeah! I want it. I can just feel that meaty black cock forcing its way into my tight hole. Fucking me. Oh yeah! I’m cumming. Fucking me. That hard black cock stretching my pussy. Fucking me hard. Dumping loads of cum deep inside me. Oh yeah!!!!!!!” She screamed, humping her pussy against her fingers, eyes closed. Then she calmed down, still pushing three fingers deeply in and out herself.
“Mmm. Big. Black. Cock. Baby, I gotta have it. I want it. And I’m going to have it. You can be there to watch if you want or stay at home and fantasize about what he’s doing to me. I don’t care. But I’m gonna get it.”
“Sandy, we shouldn’t rush into this.”
“I’m not rushing, Todd, but I am making a plan in my head that will get a hot, black cock into me within the next two weeks. I’ve got a vacation coming. I’m going to a nice chocolate city, like say Atlanta or Chicago, and get properly laid. You pushed me over the edge on this. Now I want it. Bad.”
Without my help, Sandy started surfing the internet for black guys in cities listed as ‘Chocolate Cities… Chicago, Atlanta, New York, Newark. I saw her feverishly typing away on some swinger websites, sending pictures of herself to any well-hung black guy she found.
“Babe, what if those pictures get out there around the internet? Our friends could see them.”
“I’m e-mailing them directly to these guys, not on a general site.”
“Yeah, but they could post them in other places. I don’t think that’s uncommon. Then everyone would know what you’re talking about.”
“Hmm, yeah, but that would just increase my chances of getting a hit and landing the black cock of my dreams, even if it’s here in town.”
She wasn’t making sense and my talking to her wasn’t helping. So, I just backed off and hoped that she wouldn’t find what she was looking for. Hopefully, she’d settle into us just playing interracial sex games between us. We could fantasize. Not get her fucked by a stranger.
I walked off.
“Got one!” she yelled out.
“You got what?” I said, walking back in, and looking at her screen.
“A black guy responded with pics of him and his gorgeous black cock. Look!”
I did. He wasn’t good looking but the picture of his cock was staggering. It looked every bit of 10 inches, dark black and heavy.
“Jesus, Sandy, those could be some pictures off a porn site. You don’t know if that’s even him.”
“I know that. I read about this. Now, I send an e-mail back telling him to send me a video of his cock with something that I could verify the video was current. Like a newspaper dated recently, or with a new TV show on in the background. Something I could check on.”
“Never thought of that. But look, even if he is real, how do you know he’s clean? I mean venereal diseases, stuff like that.”
“I’ll tell him he has to wear a condom.”
“What if he won’t wear one?”
“Then I’ll tell him he doesn’t get my pussy. That should be enough to make him change his mind.”
Game, set, match.
I didn’t know what else to say. So, I just walked away, worrying about my wife getting fucked by this guy. Maybe losing her to a big, black cock. Once you go black… damn! That fucking saying kept echoing in my head.
Thirty minutes later, she sounded off again.
“Bingo! Damn, honey! You gotta come see this video.”
I didn’t want to look but I did.
I mean, Oh My God! His video was about five minutes long and it showed him walking around his house naked. His black cock, had to be 10-11 inches long and fat, swung back and forth in front of him as he walked. He grabbed it and started jacking away. In seconds, it was rock hard, filling his hand and jutting straight out. It was an amazing sight. He was built too: muscled abs, bulging pecs, and arms that looked like a weight lifter.
“God, he looks yummy, doesn’t he?”
“Eh, I guess.”
“Mmm, and watch this,” she said touching the screen where his hard, fat cock was being flogged mercilessly.
A few more strokes and his monster black cock erupted across the floor. It must have shot cum 5 feet or more. And he kept cumming. Seven or eight gooey loads blasted out of him.
“Oh yeah!” Sandy gasped. It was then I noticed she was rubbing herself again.
The guy finished off and picked up a piece of paper off the table and held it in front of the camera.
Thinking of fucking you.
That was all it said. He crumpled it up and shook his meaty cock at the camera. Then it stopped.
“That was a little…ate up with himself.”
“Did you see the size of his cock? Did you see how much he came? Did you see his body? Jesus, Todd, I’m a LOT eaten up with him. In fact, he’s the one. I’m emailing him right now.”
“Whatever,” I said and walked off.
Jesus, that guy was hung. And she had it bad for him.
Fifteen minutes later, Sandy said “It’s all set. This weekend in Atlanta. I’ll make the hotel and plane reservations. Are you going or are you going to let me explore on my own?”
No fucking way.
“I’m going too. I gotta be there to make sure you’re not raped or something. Someone needs to have a level head here.”
“Hmm,” Sandy said, “Raped, huh?” She stuck her hand back down her shorts and walked past me to the bedroom.
God, this is going to happen, I thought. What the fuck has gotten into her?
But I’m pretty sure I know what’s ‘going’ to get into her. And apparently, I’m going to be there to watch.
Flight to Atlanta yesterday. Today is Saturday and we’ve been shopping. Sandy spent the day shopping for hot outfits and spent a lot of money. She was wearing most of what she’d bought and she looked hot. She looked like a whore, but a hot whore.
She wore a leather miniskirt that barely covered her beautiful ass. She wore a tight yellow stretch top that clung to her breasts like glue. Her nipples poked out because she wasn’t wearing a bra. She wasn’t wearing panties either and that fact was revealed every time she bent over to pick something up, which seemed to happen frequently.
“Oops, dropped my credit card,” she’d say and bend over to pick it up, giving everyone in the place an up close and personal view of her bald pussy.
There was a group of black guys following us around the mall and every time she bent over, they got closer and whistled and pointed at her puss.
It was spectacular and pretty. I wanted to suck it myself but I don’t think that was on her schedule this weekend.
The next time she bent over, the biggest guy in the group walked right up and grabbed her naked ass. She kind of wiggled it at him.
“Hey dude!” I protested. He just eyed me hard.
“What mother fucker?”
“Nothing I guess,” I said properly chastised.
He felt her up some more and then slid his big middle finger into her waiting pussy. She groaned and held onto the counter for balance as he finger-fucked her. She groaned as he slid in a second finger and gave her a couple of pumps.
She stood up and faced him. She eyed a big bulge in his pants and smiled at him.
“You like that, pretty lady?”
“Yes, I do but I’ve already got plans for the weekend. Give me your number and next time we come to town; I’ll call you.”
The guy picked up a pen off the counter and wrote “BBC 470-998-1441 Damon” and stuffed it between her pushed-up titties. He squeezed her ass again and walked off with his buddies.
“Sandy, you’re acting like a big, black cock slut.”
“I haven’t even been laid yet,” she said, “but if this is what it’s like, I am a black cock slut, get used to it.”
She set it up and later that night, we were walking up to the front door of the place he said was his house. Not a bad neighborhood but it was a black neighborhood.
She was still wearing her leather miniskirt and yellow top and knee-high leather boots. I walked behind her watching her ass twitch as she walked. I’ve never seen her shake it like that but she was in full black-cock-slut mode. Before she rang the bell, she turned to me.
“You’re here to watch. Only. I don’t want you to interrupt or say anything. He’s in charge. It’s his house. It’s his big, black cock. Got it?”
“Yeah. Just so you know, I still don’t like the…” I said before she interrupted me.
“I don’t care,” she said and pressed the doorbell.
When it opened, there stood this guy, Malcolm, in a black velvet house robe. It looked like he was naked underneath and a conspicuous bulge stuck out where his dick would be.
Before he spoke, Sandy reached out and grabbed his cock bulge.
“Mmm, this is what I’m here for.”
“Then come on in,” he said smiling. He grabbed her ass and walked her into the place, leaving me trailing behind. Finally, they stopped and she turned and started to introduce me.
“This is my…”
“I don’t care. Just stay out of my way, boy. This is my house and you do what I tell you or you’re out of here…on your ass.”
I’m not used to being talked to like that but he was serious and he was big, probably six foot three, and as his video showed, he was muscled up.
He turned to Sandy, “You ready to fuck?”
“God, yes! I’ve been waiting my whole life,”
He grabbed her ass again and walked her off down the hallway, then to his bedroom. It was all done up in red and black velvet: curtains, bedspread, and chairs.
He grabbed my wife and sat her on the edge of the bed and opened his robe. And out sprung a hefty hunk of big, black cock meat. It almost hit her face and it bobbed ominously in front of her lips. She immediately sucked him into her mouth and started giving him a sloppy, spit-covered blow job.
He reached down and pulled her top off. Her titties popped out and he grabbed her nipples and mercilessly pinched and pulled on them. She groaned and sucked harder on his black cock.
His cock was so big around that it stretched her lips and was almost too big for her mouth, but she kept trying to stuff more of his girth into her face.
“I like your wife,” he said with a sardonic smile.
Sandy grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him in, trying to cram his entire 11 inches into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and started face-fucking her like an animal.
“God, bitch. You look good on my dick. And you suck it like a whore. Are you a professional?” he asked.
She pulled his swollen cock, her spit dribbling off his cock.
“No. But I’m looking to become a professional black cock slut and I love your cock.”
“Then suck it,” he said stuffing it back down her throat.
I couldn’t believe she was taking as much of his monster cock as she was. She took all but about four inches, bubbles blowing out the sides as he crammed it in.
“Take your clothes off and sit down in that chair, white boy,” he said to me.
“Don’t make me pull my cock outta your wife’s mouth and come over there.”
He was serious.
So, I undressed.
He watched me as he continued to fuck my pretty wife’s face. Her blonde hair thrashed about with each ferocious thrust. He saw my hard cock and laughed.
“That’s all you got? No wonder she wants a nigger cock. And you like the show, huh?” he said pointing at my hard-on.
“Yeah,” I said quietly.
“Then sit down and watch how a real man fucks your wife. But I’m warning you, if you get any little white dick cum on my chair, I’ll beat you bad.”
I sat down and started whacking, watching him abuse my wife’s mouth.
He was fucking the hell out of her face and she was eating it up. She choked a couple of times he slammed his cock into her throat, but she never missed a beat. She gagged, swallowed, and sucked his monster cock back into her mouth.
It was remarkably hot to watch, even though it was my wife, whose face he was fucking. She held onto his ass for dear life pulling him in when he wasn’t thrusting hard enough for her.
He pulled it out of her mouth and slapped his spit-covered meat across her face a couple of times, leaving wet spots splattered on her cheeks.
“Are you gonna fuck me with this beauty?” she asked, rubbing his meaty black cock across her face.
God bless, is this my wife?
“You bet I’m gonna fuck you. Pull that skirt off and let me see what you got there.”
She stood up and dropped the leather miniskirt to the floor.
He grabbed her pretty, bald pussy and lifted her off the ground. He dead-lifted her and sat her on his chest and plunged his tongue into her. Her head almost hit the ceiling. I could see him sucking on her pussy and lashing her clit with his tongue. She was in heaven. She braced her hands against the ceiling as he pushed his black face into her sex. She started screaming that she was cumming and he went at her for all he was worth.
“Oh, God! Yes! Ughhhhh,” she yelled as her body shook atop his chest and shoulders. She dropped her hands from the ceiling and held on to the back of his head and humped his face, still growling like a wild animal.
He threw her to the bed, laughing.
“Goddamn, baby, you got the fever, don’t you? Well, here’s the cure,” he said waggling his swollen black cock at her.
“Fuck me with that monster. I need your big, black cock.”
“Yes, you do,” he said chuckling as he lowered himself on top of her naked, white body. The only thing she had on was her black leather knee-high boots and it was quite a sight.
His black body, shining with sweat, pressed against her pale white smoothness. She writhed underneath him as he positioned himself to thrust into her gaping pussy.
“Do it,” she coaxed.
In one smooth move, he thrust the entire length of his giant black cock fully into her pussy. She screamed and it scared me.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Fuck me now, nigger. Fuck me hard!”
“You got it, bitch.”
He started pounding her like he was mad. I can’t believe she called him that, but it seemed to flip a switch inside him that put him into monster-fuck mode. He pounded her non-stop, his fleshy cock slamming into her again and again and she grunted with each thrust.
Her legs were high in the air, giving him full access to her pussy, not that she could have stopped him, even if she wanted to. His black hand was around her throat, and he was giving her the fuck of her life.
She didn’t want to stop him.
I was flogging away at myself watching them. I almost thought I wanted it to stop but then I realized I didn’t want it to stop either.
This was basic…torrid…fucking. As big as he was, his cock head was probably inside her womb and she was eating it up, grinding her pussy into his savage thrusts. The words coming out of her mouth were astonishing…exciting…scary.
“Oh God, fuck me, you black bastard!”
“I love your big…black…cock. It’s so deep.”
“I want your cum inside me. I want to be full. Fuck me a river.”
“Fuck me like you paid for me. Fuck me like a whore.”
“God, yes, God, yes, God, yes. I love your cock!”
“Ugh, oh, God, ugh, oh, god, ugh, my, black, God!”
Malcolm stopped for a minute and looked into her eyes.
“You had enough yet, bitch? Or do you want the full black, cock, slut treatment?”
“I’m not done until you flood my pussy with your hot cum,” she said smiling up at him. This was my wife, ‘my wife’, saying this to the black-cocked master fully inside her pussy.
“Look at your husband over there, beating his little dick, watching me fuck his wife’s white pussy.”
Sandy looked over at me and got a worried, pleading look on her face.
“Baby,” she pleaded to me, “baby, he’s fucking my pussy. He’s fucking YOUR pussy. And it feels good.”
I beat off faster.
“Is that what you wanted to see? Do you like watching his big, black cock inside your pussy? He’s inside me. I’m full of his cock.”
I beat faster.
“My pussy, your pussy, is so full of black cock. Is that what you wanted? Your pretty wife’s pussy full of a black man’s cum?” she pleaded.
I was close to cumming.
“Answer me!” she yelled.
“Yes!” I said aloud as I shot cum all over my chest and stomach. I came hard and collapsed.
She smiled at me.
“That’s what I thought.”
Malcom whispered something into Sandy’s ear and she giggled.
“I was wrong, honey,” she said. “He said it’s not your pussy any longer. I’m his black cock slut and he owns my pussy from here on out.”
She looked into Malcolm's eyes.
“Fill me, Black Master, fill me with your cum.”