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SUZETTE'S SEDUCTION


When we can get away from our farm, Suzette and I usually head for Chicago or some other large city to sample the nightlife. It is so invigorating for us, compared to the quiet pace out in the countryside at night. She is a teacher at an elementary school, not far from the farm, while I run the agricultural business. With no children, we'd always thought she the infertile one, we can get away when crops and school permit.

We never bothered with a formal wedding, but I call her my wife just the same. My wife and I loved to go dancing, and I have to admit she is not only pretty but also one terrific dancer. We often would have dinner at a place with a dance floor and band and then dance the evening away after a fine meal.

Suzette loves to move around the dance floor, and our evenings seemed to be a positive stimulus for her. When we dance a slow number, I sometimes hdld her close and danced to the rhythm while letting my leg slip between hers while we sway. She certainly had her erogenous zones, and whenever I moved with a leg even slightly between her thighs she reacted very quickly. Her breasts are her other zone, and merely fondling them made her immediately weak and vulnerable.

Once in a while, when feeling in the mood, I'd torment her this way. Suzette is so pretty, and at 34 still turns many a man's head. And a few women, I might add. At five feet three she weighs only 112 pounds with a lovely figure. Her pert 34C breasts, atop a waist of only 22 inches and hips measuring 35 (which she finds too large, but I think look great), gives her a stunning figure with a pretty face framed with natural red hair and pretty green eyes. Her long eyelashes give her a smoldering sexy look, and many a man has mistaken this natural allure as a personal come on and have tried hitting on her.

Occasionally, when in the mood, Suzette would dance with another man when we are out. However, this was very rare as she is quite shy. It all changed one evening when we had gone to Chicago for a short stay.

Let me digress for a moment, and explain that our neighbor had a hand in what happened to us, although neither of us suspected his motives at the time. A black family owns the farm next to us, and I used to get a kick out of the lustful glances my wife received from our neighbor and his son. Suzette did not seem to notice, and I never mentioned to her what I had observed.

When we asked him to watch our farm for a few days, and check on the cows and chickens, he suggested a wonderful hotel for us to stay at. I had heard of this fine hotel, but explained that it was way beyond our means. He rejoined that he could get us a "discount", and to let him check it out. Later he advised us of the cost to us and we immediately made reservations.

We were walking into a trap of seduction, and did not realize it. His cousin lived nearby, and loved to seduce white women. He happily worked out a deal with the hotel that he would secretly pay part of our portion of the room rate. We just thought it a good deal. In the meantime, our neighbor informed Roger of what Suzette looked like and what turned her on.

With the knowledge that dancing was exciting and stimulating for her, and he was a good dancer, he knew all he had to do was gently insert his leg between hers a few times. She would begin to melt. After a few steps with his leg 'accidentally' pressed between hers he could easily become more bold. An arm or hand that 'accidentally' brushed or rubbed her breast would be almost all she needed to be seduced on the spot!

Fully prepared for another conquest, Roger dressed carefully to look his best. Then he set out to meet us and enjoy my wife on the dance floor and more later.

We had enjoyed a nice meal at a restaurant in our well-known hotel at the north end of Michigan Avenue close to the lakeshore. In the large ballroom, where they always have a dance band, we did several numbers before I decided to sit a few out. We'd been to the Field Museum for several hours that day, at our neighbor's suggestion, and my feet were beginning to complain.

"Would you mind if I asked your beautiful wife for a dance?" a very nice black man in his early forties inquired of me. He admitted he had seen us dancing, and liked our style. It appeared that I was a bit tired, and if it were no problem he would love to dance with Suzette.

Surprisingly, Suzette agreed before I could even speak. We aren't prejudiced, but he was fearful in asking. Our neighbors, at the farm next to ours are a black family and good friends. I merely smiled and let him know that if it was all right with her, I wouldn't complain.

He whisked her quickly onto the floor and they danced a couple of numbers before the band went into a slow song and they decided to do that one as well. I went to the men's room during the song, and when I returned found the band was on a second slow number and Suzette and her new friend were still on the floor somewhere.

Looking around, I found them on the far side, and he seemed to be holding her very closely, and yet she didn't seem to be objecting. I guessed it must be okay as she was not indicating any problem.

When the song was over, they returned to the table, and she invited "Roger" to join us. She seemed flushed, and I noticed her nipples were very stiff and could be seen through her dress. She complimented him on his dancing style, and he told me he thought the she should open her own dancing school.

We all got a bit of a chuckle out of the mutual compliments, and he informed us he knew of a nice small cabaret not far away if we wanted to try their dance floor. I begged off, but suggested perhaps the next night if he was going to be in the area. Little did I know what I was letting myself in for.

Suzette wanted to try the place right away, and I was a bit surprised at her willingness to go somewhere with this stranger we'd only just met. However, I indicated I felt it was time for us to call it a night and she gave in to my wishes. Her disappointment was obvious.

Roger informed us he lived only a short walk away in one of the high rises along the lakefront. He'd be delighted to take us to the cabaret the next evening. Suzette was enthusiastic, and quickly added her agreement that we should try the cabaret out the next night. I felt it best if I agree to this new arrangement.

We bade Roger goodnight, and agreed to meet in the lobby of our hotel at eight o'clock the next evening. Roger walked with us to the lobby, explaining how danceable cabaret's music was. At Suzette's suggestion, I went to the desk to check to see if we had any messages from home, while she walked Roger to the lobby side door.

It took me a few minutes of waiting in line to finally have the attention of the hotel agent who kindly checked for messages for me. There were no notes for us, and then I had to wait about five minutes before I found Suzette returning from the other lobby entrance. Once again, she seemed flushed and I again noticed her nipples straining against the bodice of her dress. I realized dancing with Roger had turned her on and she was excited at the prospect of doing it again but, had she just been doing more than saying goodnight to Roger?

My normally reserved wife was feeling slutty, and I began mulling over the idea thinking of the exciting consequences of another man getting into her panties. I wondered if it was true what they say about black guys having big dicks. It might open her up to being a more adventuresome lover. Perhaps I should just go along and maybe nudge this opportunity in the right direction.

We returned to our room, and she could hardly wait to get into bed with me. We made love like crazy, and she really didn't need any foreplay. Suzette was already soaking wet, and it was obvious when she peeled off her pantyhose and panties as they were quite damp. Dancing must have excited her again, I decided.

The next morning we had a leisurely breakfast, and then decided which museums we wanted to check out. We settled on the Shedd Aquarium and also the art museum at Grant Park. Once again Suzette had me trudging all over the place. We had left early enough to arrive at the first museum just as it opened. By the time we were done with the second I was growing weary.

I'd planned on a short nap, but Suzette insisted I accompany her as she did some shopping in the stores of the area. Finally, I pleaded to be allowed to sit on a bench in one of the open areas while she visited some of the nearby ladies shops. "I hope you find some really sexy outfit," I said softly to her as she headed toward a nearby lingerie shop. Suzette smiled back at me and seemed to enjoy my encouragement.

I must have sat for nearly an hour, as I had devoured a copy of the Tribune and read most of a copy of People magazine before she returned with several bags containing her purchases.

Instead of heading straight back to our hotel, she insisted upon walking around the Water Tower and then strolling through Neiman Marcus nearby. I finally began to complain, and she agreed we should head back to our hotel room.

Once there, Suzette advised me it was nearly six o'clock and we should shower and then plan on having some dinner before meeting our new friend down stairs at eight. I was really tired, so she suggested taking her shower first, then she could dress while I took mine. This gave me a chance for a short nap, but I was disappointed to find her waking me just twenty minutes later as she stood drying her hair while wrapped in her fluffy robe.

I struggled to my feet, complaining I didn't know how much I would be able to dance that night, and headed for the bathroom. "Oh, once you've showered and had a bite to eat you'll feel like a new man."

While I dressed, Suzette quickly finished her hair and began dressing, calling in to me to take my time as the steamy shower would help refresh me. I took her advice and lathered up before standing under the spray for a long time trying to rejuvenate myself. I noticed her personal razor in the shower, and realized she had been shaving her legs. "And, who knows what else," I thought to myself as I let the hot water run over me as I tried to regain some energy.

When I returned to the room, she was standing before the mirror clad in only a new red satin garter belt with six suspenders, black reinforced heel and toe seamless nylon stockings. To complete her lingerie was a strapless sheer red nylon demi-cup bra that supported her lovely breasts and yet left most of her nipples exposed. Her nipples stiffened involuntarily as she knew I was staring at them.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, "Do you every look sexy!! Is this for me, or for Roger?" I grinned.

"Yeah, sure," she dismissed my alluding to wanting to dress this way for him. "Where are my new panties," she said to herself as she looked through the bags of items she had purchased. She retrieved a pair of sheer red bikini panties and slipped them up her legs. They were as transparent as her black stockings and the lips of her freshly shaven pussy could easily be seen through them.

"When did you begin shaving your cunt," I asked bluntly, curious about it.

"In the shower," she replied, looking for the new red full slip she had also purchased. "It's cooler in the summer," she added, matter-of-factly.

Slipping it over her delightful form, she looked even lovelier but I had an idea.

"If you want to be cooler," I said, "Why the slip? I'd think that's the one item you'd want to leave off if it is warm dancing." Besides, it would seem sexier for me, too, and I wanted to enjoy that knowledge.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," she shrugged as she slid the garment down off her body.

"You could ditch that pretty bra, too," I went on. "No one would know, and you'd be able to enjoy dancing and being a bit cooler."

"Don't be silly," she admonished as she reached for her dress.

"No, seriously," I replied. "Only you and I would know. You certainly would be more comfortable."

"Oh, sure. You'd love it knowing your wife was dancing with another man while braless. Wouldn't that bother you?"

"No." I answered as I adjusted the knot in my necktie. "If it made you feel seductive, great. What a nice feeling that must be for any woman to feel seductive while she is dancing with a strange man. Go for it."

By this time, Suzette was stepping into her new red dress and I had to admire how it clung to her lovely form. She paused, standing there with a thoughtful look on her face, and then slipped her bra off without saying a word. Little did I know I was helping Roger out with his seduction of Suzette.

The pretty red satin dress had a straight skirt that stopped about two inches above her knees. She looked most stunning, and I oohed and aahed politely for her.

When I wondered how she would be able to dance in a dress that straight, she turned sideways so that I could see the side slit that allowed movement. The slit seemed a little long, but not too much I thought.

She wore a pair of new red sling-back high heels that looked like about 4 inches high. My inquiry about dancing in those shoes was quickly dismissed by her as not a problem at all. I could see little bumps exposed through the satin of her dress, that would indicate to a careful observer she was wearing a garter belt and nylon stockings. The reinforcements on the heels of her stockings could be seen with her shoes, but I loved it. She knew I liked her dressing like this, and she must have felt at least a bit slutty.

She turned my attention to getting myself dressed, and she used the vanity next to the bathroom to do the finishing touches to her hair and make-up.

Soon we were ready, and my fresh suit looked fine and I began feeling a little bit better although still feeling like I was low on energy. Dinner would help, Suzette reminded me as she grabbed her purse that matched her shoes, and I escorted her out of our room while admiring what a lovely sexy looking woman she was. Her outfit smoldered of sexuality, and I knew I would enjoy seeing her draw many a glance.

We had dinner at the hotel, with Suzette insisting on a healthy meal for me since I had wolfed down a hotdog while we were out shopping in the afternoon. "You can't eat junk and expect to stay healthy," she admonished me, and insisted I order the light fare for dinner. What I didn't realize was that she had steered me to the low energy food, and instead being revived for long I would soon tire.

We had just entered the lobby when Roger arrived right on time. The dark skin of his body contrasted well against the spotless white shirt he wore with his navy blue suit. His suit fitted him perfectly, showing off his muscular build to advantage.

Inviting us into the bar off the lobby, Roger bought us a round of drinks. I'd noticed his eyes light up when he spotted Suzette, and he obviously enjoyed how she was dressed for the evening as he looked at her over the rim of his glass.

"She's going to be teasing him tonight," I thought to myself as I noticed his eyes frequently roving over her body as we sat chatting. Suzette was well aware of his glances, and her nipples were somehow very prominent through the thin material of her dress.

We had a second round of drinks, which I really didn't need, but Roger offered and Suzette agreed to right away. By the time we had finished our drinks it was nearly a quarter to nine and my weariness had already returned. I had felt pretty well refreshed after dinner, but now I was beginning to feel tired again.

"Just wait until you hear the rhythm of the music," Suzette told me, "It'll perk you back up."

We left the hotel, and I noticed several men checking Suzette out, and smiled inwardly to myself that she was such a pretty woman. The bright color of her dress made her even more noticeable among the crowd.

The cabaret was just as Roger said. It was frequented mostly by black patrons, judging from the crowd already there, and had a dark cozy atmosphere. The acoustics were excellent, and the club featured a nice dance floor and a wonderful trio who were already playing some of our favorites. The maitre 'D greeted us, and smiled at Roger as he informed us he had a wonderful table waiting.

The table was a round one in a high-backed circular booth. The checked tablecloth was a background for a small candle set in the middle that provided most of the light in the space. Indeed, an intimate and rather romantic setting within the cabaret that seemed to guarantee privacy.

Roger ordered us a round of drinks and then Suzette wanted to dance with me. We did several numbers before deciding we shouldn't ignore our host. I was glad, as my legs and feet were complaining again.

We sat out the next number and enjoyed sipping our cocktails as we chatted. Finally, another nice number began to be played, and I suggested Suzette and Roger take a turn on the floor. As he led her out onto the dance floor I could see the side slit in her dress exposed more of her leg than I thought, as bare thigh above the tops of her black stockings could be seen. I didn't think she was aware of it, and didn't think anyone else would notice. Little did I know, Roger already had.

The decided to dance to several numbers and I sat sipping my drink as I watched the all the dancers on the floor and enjoyed listening to the music. They disappeared into the crowd on the darkened dance floor and seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The waiter brought another round without being asked, and I figured it was policy there to keep the booze flowing to make the bill as high as they could get away with. I just sipped a bit of my fourth drink and decided I'd had enough for one night. Besides, I was extra tired and beginning to feel just a bit woozy.

After about fifteen minutes, Suzette and Roger returned arm in arm. Again, she seemed flushed and her nipples looked like they wanted to rip right through the thin satin of her dress. They were both smiling, and I was happy she was having so much fun.

Suzette sat between us, and sipped their new drinks as we talked. Roger seemed to be sitting close to her, but it didn't seem to mean anything. His one hand held his drink, while his other was apparently in his lap.

We talked about what we all did for a living, and Suzette's face seemed to get more flushed and her nipples somehow appeared to be getting even stiffer. She sighed, at one point, and I asked if she was tired and maybe we might want to call it an early night.

"No, not at all," she smiled at me. "I'm really, uh," she seemed to pause for a moment and then refocused her thoughts, "just enjoying this wonderful little combo and dancing here. Are you too tired, Darling?" she asked of me inquiringly.

"I'm really beginning to feel beat," I admitted. "I think we should call it a night soon. We've done a lot today. I hate to disappoint Roger, but this has been a long day for us."

"Oh, Honey," she pleaded, "We just got here a little bit ago. I really want to dance some more. Let's not go back to the hotel yet."

We debated this for a few more minutes, while she leaned against Roger's shoulder in a most friendly way. With the hotel so close by, and Roger convincing me she would be safe with him, I decided to head back to the hotel. He would see her safely to the hotel later.

Suzette and Roger returned to the dance floor just after that, and quickly disappeared into the small crowd. I spotted them, occasionally, near the dark back corner dancing slowly as he held her very close. His hand appeared to be on her breast, but then as they turned I thought it was just the way they were silhouetted against the background.

I finally stood up, when I caught their eye, and waved good-bye as I departed the cabaret.

Suzette didn't come to our room until nearly three in the morning, and woke me up to have sex with her. By the time she awakened me, she had already stripped down to just her garter belt and nylons and lowered her pussy to my face wanting me to eat her before we made love.

I was amazed at how wet she was, actually sloppy, but eagerly went to work on her with my tongue. She tasted different, somehow, but I liked the new taste (figuring being so turned on affected it) and was happy to lick her clean until she had cum twice before she moved down and impaled herself on my stiff dick.

As I came she kissed me, and whispered that she wished my cock was just a bit bigger as she really needed a "deep probing". I didn't connect what she really meant, and watched as she disengaged herself from my cock and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

In a little bit Suzette returned to our room wearing her nightgown and climbed into bed next to me. Without another word she turned on her side and quickly went to sleep.

I lay there looking over at her in the dim light from the nightlight that had illuminated the room when she had returned. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand I was astonished to see it was well after three!

The next morning I awoke and took a shower and then awakened Suzette who was still sleeping deeply. She got up and began dressing for the day while I tried to probe her with questions about where she was all that time the night before. Her answers were vague, and she merely informed me that she and Roger had stayed at the cabaret until it closed and then sat in the lobby of our hotel and had a late cup of coffee. He was going to fix us dinner at his apartment that night, and she had accepted his invitation.

I was surprised at this sudden friendliness with a relative stranger, but dismissed it as his gregariousness.

She looked radiant, and seemed prettier than ever. Instead of the slacks and sweater outfit I expected her to wear to visit the Museum of Science and Industry, she wore her navy shirtwaist dress and heels.

"Aren't you dressed a bit formally to go to a museum," I asked.

"Oh, Darling," she countered. "I had really hoped to just hit a couple of dress shops today. We've gone to all the museums you've wanted to see. Do we really have to go to another one today? We'll be here tomorrow, why not take a day off from museums?"

I was surprised at her response as we had always concentrated on visiting museums. I really had planned on spending the day at the Museum of Science and Industry, and told her so.

"Look, Honey," she said, "Why don't you go visit the museum and I can do the women's shops that you don't enjoy anyway? Then tomorrow we'll figure out what to do on our last day here?"

Somewhat disappointed, I agreed with her logic about the museum visit versus her shopping. I would not have to sit there bored while she tried on clothes. She had not brought many outfits, assuming we would be in casual clothes most all the time.

I grabbed a cab outside the hotel and headed for the museum, unaware that at the same time she was disappearing out the other side of the establishment, hand in hand with Roger.

Five o'clock found me back at our hotel room, and Suzette had already dressed for dinner.

"Hi," she said, greeting me with a soft kiss on the cheek. "Did you enjoy the museum? Your timing is perfect. You've just enough time to shower and get dressed. We have to be at his apartment by six."

I nodded that I'd had fun, but was again a bit tired. This vacation was wearing me out, and today I had done it to myself.

"Why don't I fix you a drink and bring it to you in the shower?" she asked as I took note of how attractive she looked in a new pantsuit. It was a silver-gray satin suit that had vertical stripes of the same color but of reverse weave that made them glisten against the background color of the satin. The long trousers, below the coat draped over the tops of her new black high heels. She looked stunning! Around her bare neck she wore her pearls, and had earrings to match.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, "You look good enough to eat!"

"I hope so," she laughed and moved to the bar to fix me a drink. I missed the double entendre of her remark.

I took a quick scrub down in the shower after shaving, and sipped my drink as I combed my hair and slipped into my underwear. Carrying the cocktail with me, I found the suit I wanted to wear, and by 5:45 we were ready to leave the hotel.

I complimented her again on her outfit, and how beautiful she looked. She beamed with delight at my words, and allowed me to hold her hand as we walked to where Roger had told me his apartment was.

"I really love you, Darling," Suzette said softly. "You don't know how much fun I am having on this visit to the city."

I told her I was pleased, and wanted her every dream fulfilled it we could.

"I may hold you to that," she grinned as we entered the door of the highrise.

"I expect you to," I rejoined and the lobby guard let us pass when he heard we had an appointment with Roger and our names were on the admittance list. He seemed to look at Suzette as if he recognized her, but did not comment. I thought it a bit odd.

His apartment was on the corner of the building near the top. It had wonderful views out over the lake and the city below. He greeted us wearing another expensive suit, and I realized this was a very wealthy man. His apartment was large and tastefully furnished.

"Hi, come on in," he said as he opened the door, "You're right on time."

He and I shook hands, and Suzette let him kiss her fully as we exchanged greetings.

"We certainly are friendly," I thought as I notice her let him kiss her in an intimate way.

The evening progressed with our having a round of drinks and enjoying the views from his living room and dining room windows. He served the meal in the dining room, and the glass top table gleamed with the fine china and silverware set there. The food was delicious, and I quickly learned that he was a gourmet cook and having friends over for dinner was one of his pleasures.

I was to soon learn of his others.

An after dinner drink had us all relaxed, and I thought nothing of it as Roger and Suzette sat on the love seat across from me while we chatted.

"Suzette told me you hoped she got all of her dreams fulfilled while you two are here in Chicago," Roger said, smiling, as his arm seemed to drape itself around her shoulders.

I looked inquiringly at her, and she admitted she had told him that.

"Yes, I did," I admitted, thinking he was going to ask her to enter some ballroom dancing contest with him.

"You don't mind then?" he asked.

"No, of course not. What ever she wants, I just want this to be a visit of pleasure to Chicago she will remember."

"I'm glad you are so open minded," Roger said. "It is not often that husbands are so open to things."

I began to wonder what he was referring to, but did not want to retract my words and look as if I could not hold my own in the conversation.

"No, no. I think she should do whatever she wants to have a wonderful fling here."

The wrong words had just escaped my lips.

"Great! You won't mind then," Roger said as he motioned for Suzette to stand up.

She arose a little nervously, but did as he commanded and turned a full circle before me to model the pantsuit outfit she had on.

"I took the liberty of buying this outfit for her today," Roger informed me. "After you left for the museum, I took her on a shopping spree that she loved. You notice the coat of her suit can be worn as a short dress," he added.

I nodded, wondering why he had bought her the suit, when he told her to remove the pants.

Suzette's fingers fumbled with nervousness as she undid the clasp at the back of the pants and then undid the zipper at the waistband to let them fall to the floor.

She stepped out of the pants, at his direction, and I was astonished to see her standing there in her new black patent spike heels and the coat coming to just the bottom band at the tops of her stockings. He had her slowly turn in a circle, and I was further surprised to see her nylons were the seamed style she had worn for only me before.

"She is lovely, isn't she?" he asked as he sat back on the sofa and we both admired her beauty. I was getting an erection sitting there knowing another man was staring at my wife and seeing a great deal of her.

"Show your husband what else I bought for you today," he went on. It sounded like a command she could not resist, even if she wanted to.

Suzette's face reddened, and she slowly undid the front of the coat and then let it fall to the floor to join the slacks at her feet. She stared at the carpet as she stood before us wearing just her sexy lingerie.

Her bra was a black filmy affair that just contained her breasts. The nipples were exposed through openings that had been placed just there to show them off. Around the openings was a soft layer of black lace. Her black seamed nylons were held in place by a sheer black nylon garter belt that matched her bra. It has six suspenders, and made her look incredibly sexy. Her panties were a pair of gossamer sheer black tap panties, the kind that are a feminine version of men's boxer shorts, except they had no fly, and scads of lace adorned the leg openings. A delicate black rosebud, in satin, decorated the center of her panties waistband and her bra.

"She's going to stay here, tonight," Roger said simply, getting up off of the sofa and encircling her waist with his arm. "You can stay, too, if you want. Or," he added, letting a pause add drama to his statement, "You can return to your hotel room and come back in the morning."

I was stunned, and rose from my chair although speechless as to what to say.

Roger turned Suzette's face to his and kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with his tongue, and letting his hand caress her breasts through the filmy bra she wore.

Suzette did not resist, and let him feel her breast and cause the nipple to stiffen as they kissed.

"I fucked her this afternoon," he said simply. "I fucked her this afternoon, and last night. I'm going to give her the fucking of her life tonight," he concluded and slid a hand inside the front of her panties.

Suzette's only response was to moan in submission and spread her legs to give him better access to her pussy.

"Take my cock out," he ordered her, and went on, "You want to stay and watch?"

I was incredulous and stood there with hands balled up into fists as I watched her unzip his pants and remove his large black pecker. It was much larger than mine, and I wondered how she had handled it when he fucked her earlier.

"From the hard-on making the lump in the front of your pants, I think you do want to stay and watch," he said, answering his own question of me himself.

"Ssuzette," I managed to stammer, but she merely turned and smiled at me as she continued to lovingly stroke his black meat.

"I love you darling, but I just have to do this. I still love you, but I need this big cock in me tonight."

"Show him how you love to suck my cock," he whispered, and placed his hands on her shoulders giving her only a light pressure to push her down.

Willingly, she dropped to her knees and began kissing and licking his black manhood. She looked over at me and blew me a quick kiss and then slithered her lips down over the length of his long black pole. She quickly got into the rhythm of sucking his cock, and abandoned any attention of me.

"You see," Roger said softly as he held her head to his cock while I listened to her sucking sounds, "She sucked me off the very first night we met. Right there in the hotel lobby. While you were checking for any messages, she was going down on me behind the door at the side entrance. She loves tasting my cum."

I was still spellbound as he gently guided her to a standing position and kissed her deeply.

"I'm going to fuck her now," he told me. "Since you have not made any move to leave, I assume you must want to stay and enjoy the show.

"Since we cannot be sure just how you will react," he went on, "You're going to have to stay outside the room and just listen."

He had Suzette get some velcro cuffs, and before I realized it I was seated on a straight-backed chair and it was anchored to the radiator just outside his room. A blindfold was placed over my eyes, and the room suddenly was black, I could only hear.

"We'll leave the door open for you," Roger laughed and I heard them walk across the carpet past me into the next room.

"Do you want me to fuck you and let your husband hear us?" he asked as they stepped in the room.

"Mmm, yes," heard her soft reply.

"Not a good enough answer," he told her curtly, and I heard the sounds of his clothing coming off and then her bra being undone.

"I just took off her bra," Roger announced to me to add to my torment. "And here go her panties," he added and I could hear the silken material sliding down her legs.

The mental image was humiliating, but there was more to come. A whole night's worth.

"Do you want me to fuck you and let your husband hear us?" I heard him ask her again, and could hear his fingers squishing in her already wet pussy.

"Mmm, ohh. mmm , y-yess," she acquiesed.

"Not good enough, darling," he intoned and I imagined his lips encircling a nipple and teasing her there as his fingers worked on her womanhood.

There was no talking for a few moments, just the sounds of what he was doing to her and her soft moans.

"Y-yes, let him hear," she uttered in surrender.

"Not good enough," he again told her. "You need to learn to beg for it like you did this afternoon. I want him to hear you beg to be fucked." All the time he was turning her on higher and higher.

After a few more moments, she burst out almost as if a sob, "Ohhh, please fuck meee!! Fuck me so that Dale can hear us!! Fuck this slut for your big black cock!! Please give it too me!!!"

"And I will," he said quietly, but so I could hear him.

The bed made a barely audible sound as their two bodies lay down on it, and then he gave her further orders.

"Spread your legs and guide me in," he told her, "And describe to him what we are doing as you do it."

"Y-yess, Darling," she said, anxious to get his black girth inside her moist cunt.

"I'm, I'm holding his huge dick, Darling, and guiding it into my cunt. His head is touching my outer lips, Darling, and I. ohhh, ohhh,mmmm, fu-fuck me, Roger, Darling. Fuck fuck me, Honey."

She forgot to continue to describe what they were now doing, but it was obvious from the sounds their bodies were making. Soft murmuring and and the rythmic squeaking were match by the squishing sound his big member was making as it moved in and out of her cunt. I could hear their kisses, and found my dick was rubbing urgently against the insides of my shorts and slacks.

They kept up their fucking for at least fifteen minutes, with Suzette shreiking out she was cumming about every two to three minutes.

"I'm going to cum, too, Baby," Roger hissed in the throes of passion. "Get ready for my big load of black baby seed."

"Oh, no," Suzette cried. "I'm not..ohh.. mmmm. on-on the pill. D-didn't you u-use anything?" she muttered as he continued to shag her.

"Not tonight, Baby," he grunted. "I wanted you to have a nice bareback ride. Get ready.my. lovely white cunt. I-I'm cummmmeeeeenggg!!"

"Oohhhh... nnoooo... don't cu-cum inside. inside mme.. Ohhh, sh.shit I-Im cucumminggg, tooooooo" I heard her cry out as they thrashed on the sheets in the room so close to me.

After a few minutes the only sound was their necking as they lay in each other's arms.

"Darling," Suzette said softly, "I don't want to get knocked up, can I do something?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you what you can do," Roger replied. "We'll let your wimp-ass husband suck my cum out of you if he doesn't want you to be pregnant."

I was still in shock from the whole episode, and didn't realize what was going on when I felt the chair moving and I was now still in it with my hand, and now my ankles, held to it with velcro straps.

Undoing my blindfold, I blinked even in the dim light as Roger told me to lick and suck her clean unless I wanted her to carry his baby.

Suzette lay on the bed in just her nylons and garter belt with a fully satisfied look on her face. Her breasts were covered with hickeys, as were the insides of her upper thighs, and her mound was coated with his white semen. Her pussy was gaping wide open like I'd never seen it, and a river of white cum slowly oozed out of her love channel.

Suzette reached out a hand and gently placed it on the back of my head as she whispered, "I love you, Darling". She pulled me down into her love nest, and the next thing I knew I was kissing her used quim and licking the juices that coated her. I sucked her cunt clean, and she made sure that I had laved her legs of any residue of his jism.

As I worked on her, she rewarded me by having an orgasm and letting me taste her new load of juice.

"Now me," I heard Roger say, and turned my head from the juncture of her thighs to be greeted by a fleshy black pole that had to be over ten inches in length and very thick. The uncut head still dripped his cum, and he pulled my face toward it.

"Suck him, Darling," I heard Suzette say. "Suck him clean like you did me, Darling. Oh, I love seeing you do this for me."

Unable to resist, I kissed the head of his dick and licked the folds of flesh of the hood over it. As I did so, he began to swell again, and I found he measured over twelve inches hard. The skin peeled back over the corona, and I was able to get only part of his cock in my mouth as I began sucking on him.

"Oh, yes, you're a good cocksucker, Dear," he laughed at my plight as I slavishly sucked on him.

I continued to work on him, finding I was somehow enjoying the humiliation, and looked up to see them now kissing again and he was fondling her sensitive nipples.

"That's enough," he told me abruptly. "You want me to fuck her again?"

"Oh, please, Honey, please. I need your dick up my cunt so bad. Fuck me, fuck your white slut!!" she burst out, not realizing he was really directing the question to me.

I was dazed at the goings on, and numbly gazed at him speechless as he climbed onto the bed once again.

"Guide me into her," he said softly as he kissed her deeply, and I found my hand encircling his large dick and guiding it to her still gaping opening.

Roger smirked at me as he let his large member slide into her love canal and began fucking her again. Her nylon clad limbs came up to wrap around him waist and work with him as they fucked. She murmured into his ear while they coupled, as I watched them unable to move.

"Why don't you get out of that suit," Roger directed. "You'll just get it more wrinkled. Take it off while I am fucking your wife and put it over the chair."

Dutifully, I did as he told me and noticed he never slowed down his rapid plowing of her cunt.

"That's a good boy," he smiled at me, coming up from giving her breast another hickey next to the nipple. "Now slip on her pretty little panties that I bought her. I think you'll like them, and they seem appropriate for you."

I was further shocked, but picked up her discarded piece of lingerie and slithered it up my legs, marveling at the delightful sensations derived from them. Roger just gave me a knowing smile.

He fucked her furiously for several more minutes, and then announced he was going to bathe her pussy with his black baby seed. She never objected this time, and merely kissed him more passionately as he began to flood her womb with his potent bullets.

After a few minutes he settled down, but this time he did not pull out of her. Instead he lay atop her and gently kissed her and cooed to her as he softly caressed her breasts and asked if she had had a good cum.

When she inquired if he was going to get off of her, as he was finally becoming heavy, he told her he wanted to stay inside her and make sure his sperm had found their mark and made her pregnant.

We were both stunned, and the look of incredulity on her face told me of her surprise. This had not been planned. I stepped over to pull him off of her, when he suddenly stiff armed me and knocked me to the floor.

"Stay where you are, pantyboy," he snarled and I knew what was best for me.

Roger stayed inside her for another ten minutes, giving his seed plenty of time to work, before pulling his re-stiffening cock out of her cunt with a wet sucking sound. She seemed resigned to her fate, and reluctant to release his love weapon.

"Now let me show you something, Suzette," he muttered and beckoned to me.

I approached the bed, somewhat fearful of his becoming violent, and was relieved when he softly placed his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me downward.

"Suck," he said quietly and pointed to his stiff penis standing up and looking back at me.

Suzette smiled at me from the bed, and I knelt and kissed the head of his dick and then sucked it inside my mouth and began fellating our new master. He did not let me stop, and told me he expected me to suck on him until he came for the last time of the night.

I must have slavishly suckled on his dick for ten minutes before he held my head still and filled my mouth with his hot jism. My cheeks ballooned out, but he would not release me from his grip and forced me to swallow the load he had given me by holding my nostrils shut.

"You were beautiful, Darling," Suzette whispered as she looked at me with shining eyes. "I love you."

Strangely, I felt happy that I had pleased her in this trying situation we had gotten ourselves into.

"Okay, cocksucker," Roger told me. "Suck my juices out of your wife's pussy, there might still be time to get it all. Then put on your clothes and go back to the hotel. You can come by in the morning and pick up your slut wife. Bring along her suitcase and clothes since the two of you will be heading home tomorrow evening, anyway. No need to stay in the hotel during the day when you'll be busy here. Be here at ten o'clock sharp."

I slid my hands inside the delicate panties when Roger stopped me and told me I was to wear only panties from now on. At his instruction, I put my shirt and suit on over the panties and quietly departed his suite. Downstairs, in the lobby, the doorman looked at me with a knowing look that I had just witnessed Suzette being fucked by the rich black man upstairs and was leaving her for the night.

Returning to our hotel room, I took a long hot shower, as if to wash off what had happened. I tumbled into bed nude, fearful that sleep would not come, but within moments was slumbering well.

I awoke at eight without the aid of the alarm clock, and quickly got ready to check out of the hotel. Recalling his instructions, and not wanting to anger him and cause problems for Suzette, I slipped on a fresh pair of her sheer pink nylon panties and then got into my suit.

I had a quick breakfast in the room as I packed her things and mine, and was checked out of the hotel and at his door exactly at ten o'clock. The day doorman thought nothing of it that I had a woman's suitcase with me and wanted entry to Roger's apartment. He looked at me like I was just another white cuckold.

Roger answered the door in a satin smoking jacked and a pair of casual slacks and loafers without socks.

"Good pantyboy," he intoned. "Right on time. I like that. Now, get out of that suit and let's make sure you are in proper uniform."

He led me into another room, and I was permitted to take off my suit and hang it up in the closet as he took his time checking me out in my fresh panties. His stare, and my silken undies, caused my own penis to begin to harden, and he smirked at my discomfiture.

Leading me back into the living room, he seated himself on a large sofa and undid his pants after pulling his smoking jacket aside. "Suck my dick, cocksucker, and have a nice breakfast. You can play with your pathetic little sissydick if you want as you suck me off."

"Where.. where is Suzette?" I wanted to know, worried that she was all right.

"She's just fine," he answered. "She's in the bedroom and will be out momentarily. Now, start sucking."

I leaned forward and began to tongue and suck on his cock, and shortly found my head involuntarily going up and down as I sucked on him. From the bedroom behind me, I could hear murmuring, and wondered what Suzette was up to.

Finally, the door opened, and Suzette walked into the room wearing a smile and a pair of red thigh high stockings and matching heels while flanked by two strong young black men. They were both nude, and her pussy looked red and distended.

"Hurry up and suck him off, Darling," she said in greeting. "I have a fresh cream pie to give you from my two friends."

I was totally humiliated, but Roger held me still and made me continue sucking as the two young men looked on and laughed at my predicament. Roger finally came, and this time I gulped down his sweet seed without him telling me to.

Suzette then took me into the bedroom and lay back with her legs spread so that I could clean her quim of all the leavings the three of them had deposited that morning. Just above her cunt, she sported a tattoo that read "Slut for Black Cock".

I looked up at her from the juncture of her thighs, and she looked back, whispering, "I'll tell you later. We need to cooperate, or else we'll have trouble."

I realized, then, that she was as much a captive as I was and worried about what ill-treatment she must have been subjected to in my absence. I decided I should have stayed and fought Roger the night before, but it was too late now.

The two black studs just looked on as they dressed and shook their heads at what a pantyclad wimp I was.

We finally left Roger's place that afternoon around two o'clock. He had taken her once more before we got out of there, and again stayed inside her for a long time afterward before letting me eat her cream pie.

On the drive home, Suzette explained that he had gotten her drunk after I had left the night before. Then he had three different men arrive and have sex with her. They were all black, and endowed much the same as Roger.

He carefully crafted a scenario, where they were in bed together while she was clad in just her garter belt and nylons. He had turned her on again, when the doorbell rang.

Getting up to answer it, he allowed a man into the bedroom, where Suzette lay after pulling the sheets up to her neck for modesty. The two men discussed the money the man owed Roger, and then Roger agreed to go down to the garage and get a release form for the man if he paid off the debt.

As soon as Roger dressed and left, the man stripped off his clothes and got into bed with Suzette. She was defensely, and drunk. She said he fucked her until he came, making sure to bring her off in the process. After he was finished, he had her lick him clean, and then handed her the money he "owed" Roger. He said he'd get the form on his way out from Roger.

Roger had no sooner returned, and the doorbell rang again. Another man entered, and the who scenario was repeated. Then this happened a third time, with each of the men handing her the money to give to Roger for them.

Early the next morning, she awoke covered with semen and needing a shower. Roger fixed her a nice breakfast as she showered, and then made sure she was dressed in just a white satin garter belt, dark taupe nylons, white satin high heeled bedroom slippers and a sheer white floor length nightgown as they ate their breakfast.

Turning on the television set, Roger then showed her a video he had made through the two-way mirror on the wall of his bedroom. It showed her laying in bed, receiving the three different men and having sex with each of them. At the end of each sex act, it showed her accepting money from each man.

"So you see, my Dear," Roger smiled at her, "It sure looks like you've become a successful hooker during your stay in Chicago. You seem to have a preference for black men, too."

Suzette was crushed, and broke into tears when Roger informed her that the tape had been duplicated and a copy was already on its way to our neighbor. It was then that she learned that Roger was our neighbor's cousin and they had planned this trap for us.

Suzette knew we were trapped, and was further humiliated when Roger told her she could expect more company before I arrived at ten o'clock.

They had just finished eating, and their chat, when the doorbell rang again. Suzette appeared startled at the sound, as she knew what it might portend for her. She was not prepared for what came next.

Two tall black men entered, and Suzette was ushered into the bedroom, where she was told to remove her nightgown and panties. She was then spread eagled on the bed, with wrists and arms put into restraints that held her in position, and then the men began unloading their tattooing equipment.

Her cries and pleas for help were fruitless as no one could hear, and the two men quickly set about tattooing the area just above her pussy. It was over in minutes, and the three men stood back and admired the work just performed on their victim. Slut for Black Cock was forever embedded in her skin in her most personal area and there for any lover to see now that she was set up for blackmail.

I then understood why she had helped Roger dress me in a pair of her nylons and garter belt, with panties and an old bra under a nightgown, as I knelt before Roger with his dick in my hand and smiled at the camera. Her earlier words had cautioned me to cooperate, and now he had all the material he needed to get our mutual cooperation.

I could hear Melvin laughing over the telephone when Roger told him we would cooperate fully since we did not want anyone to see the video or photographs of either of us in such compromising positions.

With Suzette's help, they dressed me in a fresh pair of her nylons and a garter belt and the pink panties. I was told to wear only women's clothes on the farm, and men's outer clothes whenever I had to go to town. Our neighbor would be checking to see that I complied. If I didn't, the pictures would somehow be found by the right people.

Suzette, in turn, was to be available to our neighbor any time he wanted her.

With those instructions ringing in our ears, we were sent on our way and understood we would be sent back to Roger from time to time when he called our neighbor.

Life on the farm was never the same. Melvin proved to be larger than Roger, measuring over thirteen inches and uncut. Suzette soon became accustomed to the size of his penis entering her, and mine seemed to just fall into her love canal whenever we tried to have sex. Before long she gave up on me satisfying her, and came to rely on Melvin. I was permitted to lick her clean when he was done with her, and some times he would have me try to suck him off, but I could not get enough of his cock in my mouth he was so large.

Suzette and Melvin fucked at least twice a day until nearly her ninth month of pregnancy when she lost the baby. She had left her job at the school, which made us somewhat dependent upon Melvin for financial aid and easily available to him any time he wanted sex from either of us.

I learned to keep my hair long and more feminine looking. At the farm I wore only dresses and lingerie, including sleeping in a silky nightgown each night. I began to dread going into town, not so much for the fact that my hair and plucked eyebrows might be noticed, but that I had learned to prefer women's things.

Suzette loved helping me dress and wear make-up, and she said it was like living with a lovely lesbian friend. Well, that is what I had become to her since I was no longer able to fuck her since her pussy had become so stretched by her black lover.

We lost the child in her ninth month, and were both devastated over it. Suzette never seemed to quite get over the loss although we both shared the sadness.

Melvin tried impregnating her, as did several of his black friends but without luck. Later, the doctor told us she could never have children again. Suzette seemed to go off the deep end, then.

She would call Roger from time to time, and he would send for her. She would be gone for a week to a month, and return looking as if she had been spending the entire time in bed with many men. She had, for I found out she had begun hooking in Chicago at Roger's request. Sometimes he would call her into town for a party, and she would then be the subject of a gangbang which she seemed to love.

Melvin tried, even inviting his 18 year old son over to service her, but even their large size and frequent visits just weren't enough cock to keep her happy. They loved watching me lap at her frequent cream pies, but somehow she still needed more.

Suzette finally left me to become a whore in Chicago. I've since lost track of her. She takes only black clients, and seems quite happy the last I heard.

Melvin is still fond of me, and now he and his son take care of my farm, too. I get to do the housekeeping and cooking and washing for his son who now lives here and shares my bed. He keeps me well fucked, but I am still available for Melvin anytime he wants me. I've become able to experience an orgasm most of the time when I am getting a good ass fucking, if my lover is large enough to reach my personal "g" spot.

Every few months they will invite some of their friends over who know the score, and I wind up staying in bed and getting fucked by one after the other. I understand, now, why Suzette loves it so.

I feel so feminine. .I love dressing pretty and wearing make-up for them.

I need to finish this now, as it is time for Melvin to come by, and my hair and make-up need freshening before he sees me.


KAY'S NEW ADVENTURE


Well.... it's Kay again and this time I am writing about a new adventure I recently experienced. One day while home alone I decided to go to the local mall and do some shopping. Before I left I put on some rather seductive looking clothes. I wore a short black jacket over a sports bra, jacket was wide open, and a pair of tight jeans.

While walking through the mall I was getting these stares and whistles from all these guys, then I came across these two black males, they were all of 19 or 20 years old.

They started following me through the mall, knowing this I started wiggling my butt, and walking sexy. I walked toward the restroom area and walked inside the women's restroom. They waited a minute and then followed me in. I stood there in shock, I asked them what they wanted and they replied that they wanted to spend some time with me. Looking at them rather seductively I smiled and said ok and I gave them my address and told them to meet me in 5 minutes but if there was a second car there not to stop on the account that I was married.

I arrived before they did, but they were right on time. They ran to the house and soon after coming inside they surrounded me and began feeling my body through my clothes. I felt myself getting extremely wet as one stood behind me rubbing his bulge against my ass as the other pressed himself against my pussy, making me their sandwich. The one standing behind me took my arms and gently stretched them out as the other lifted my sports bra releasing my 36dd breasts. Soon his mouth found my erect nipples and he began sucking them, and gently biting them. I stood there and moaned as the other removed my jacket. My hands pulled his head closer to my breasts as they were still leaking milk from my recent pregnancy. As he sucked my nipples he unsnapped my jeans and his friend began removing them also. There I stood in just my panties, quickly they picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and layed me across the bed. Soon Donnell moved from my nipples and began licking and kissing his way down to my wetness, as Jamaal removed his clothes and placed his erect 9" cock to my lips.

Soon Donnell was removing my panties and was spreading my swollen pussy lips and began licking on my swollen clit. His fingers still pinching and rolling my nipples between them as he buried his face between my legs. As he was doing that Jamaal was fucking my mouth with his cock. Each time thrusting it deeper into my mouth til I felt almost the entire length inside my throat. With all this excitement happening I came immediately, cumming three times in 15 minutes. As I came the third time I heard Jamaal begin groaning and grunting, just then I felt him tense up and he came what felt like gallons of his seed deep into my throat, swallowing hard I kept on sucking him.

Meanwhile, Donnell was entering my pussy with his even bigger 10" cock, I screamed in ecstacy almost immediately after he entered me. By the time he was finished stuffing me with the rest of his cock I came 3 more times. Soon he had developed a smooth thrusting rhythm, shoving his cock deeper and deeper each time.

Each time he shoved it in it felt as if it were coming out of my stomach, it hurt but also felt too good to stop. After about 20 minutes of non-stop fucking I finally felt Donnell's cock tense up inside me, he made one loud groan and he told me he was going to fill my married white pussy with his seed and plant his child in my belly. Almost on cue I felt him shoot his large hot load of sperm deep into my belly, I screamed in orgasm and squirted all over his cock.

After Donnell was finished, Jamaal took over. Jamaal had me on all fours and entered me from behind. As he slid his cock inside me, he reached his hands around and began squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, using them to pull me closer to him as he fucked me. this went on for about 15 to 20 minutes when Jamaal began yelling telling me he was about to unload deep inside and saying if Donnell didn't get the job done he would. Soon Jamaal grabbed me by the hair and began using it to pull me to him as he rammed it into me faster and faster. All the excitement brought Donnell close to cumming again so Donnell shoved his cock into my mouth and began cumming just as Jamaal began cumming deep inside me. Donnell shoving his cock deep into my throat and Jamaal deep in my pussy filling me both at the same time, it was so erotic I came right along with them.

After they were finished I licked them both clean and we all got dressed. I kissed them both and told them how great they really were, as I walked them to the door both were still feeling me and said we would have to definitely do this again some time, I agreed they went on their way with smiles on their faces. Me I went to bed with a large smile on my face and slept til hubby came home with the kids. He let me sleep though and I dreamed about my day's events and awoke the next morning feeling refreshed.

Donnell, Jamaal, and I haven't got back together yet, but when we do I hope it is as good as the last time. I will keep in touch to let you know more as it happens and also to let you know if I am pregnant......

Kay

babyblues196637@aol.com

MY FIRST TIME WITH A BLACK MALE


As I promised you I'm sending you the story of my first time having sex with a black male. My husband Rick arranged the event. We have been using your wonderful website to enlighten ourselves sexually to the idea of me going to the dark side as my husband calls it.

On a Friday night we were alone, the kids had gone over to friends' houses for the weekend and that was why it happened in our home. When we first got married we would swing with a few couples and play a game called "Who is in my mouth?" and "Who is screwing me now?" I guess they would be games that our president would have liked alot! We have been married for over 25 years and have had a few wild experiences.

We had a regular sexual threesome with our best man for almost 6 years. So here we go!

I had been drinking some of my favorite wine and was feeling REAL GOOD. Rick lead me to our bedroom. He ate my pussy and I came about 15 times when I passed out cold. Next thing I know I'm blindfolded and have a cock in my mouth and I can tell by the feel that it isn't my husband's. At first I was pissed off but I thought what the hell it is already in my mouth. Plus it was very fat in width and longer that I have ever had before. After he was rock hard I told him I wanted to fuck, the stranger made me beg him to fuck me! He place it in my married white pussy and I just enjoyed the feel of him stretching me in a way that I had never been before. His manhood was as I found out later about 7 1/2 long (very nice) and uncut, that was another first for me.

He fucked me three times in about an hour and a half. After which my husband removed my blindfold to find I was having bareback sex with a married black male. I have always wanted to have sex with a married man so that I was getting another woman's meat.

After that I was given another treat. Rick anounced that he was going out for a while and would leave us alone for a couple of hours. Later I thanked him by letting him eat my cream filled pussy. He left us alone for 4 hours. I was dead tired but I still let him eat me to sleep.

As for Thomas from Oak Hill - Thankyou for helping me become a slut for black cock. We have done it a few more times since then, once for my birthday. Rick called it "My birthday fuck." I got to spend the entire night being sexually used by Thomas.

In the future I would like to try even larger models and have more than one at a time. Please if you live in the Beckely area of West Virginia reply and let see what pops up!

ricky_van@hotmail.com

LOW MACKED BY BLACK MAN


I recently became a slut for black men. I often wonder how this happened. My name is Linda for the sake of this letter. Am 34 years old 5' 9" with long curly blond hair, long legs and a shapely ass. I live in San Diego, Ca and have a white husband and two beautiful kids. I was born in the south in a small town of about 20,000 people, my family was very upscale middle class with my father being a well respected doctor for all the local folks in towns, my mother was the nurse at the office he maintainted. I went to a southern college and was a cheerleader, homecoming queen in my senior year. During my years in college I met my husband and he was class president of our senior class in college. We married right after college and he became a navy pilot. This was about 12 years ago, we had a wonderful life, I had a chance to travel all over the world and we were view by our circle of people as being the nice married couple. I was very faithful to my husband and had not cheated on him with another man, in fact I had only been with one other man before our marriage.

About a year ago this all changed, my husband invited me out to a happy hour party that was being held for one of the guys who was leaving the service. This officer's name was Billy who was black and whom I knew thru my husband. We arrived at the club for happy hour around 6 p.m. The crowd was mixed and we went to the table with Billy and a few other couples. There was the usually small talk about military, and the ladies had their chats. After a few drinks and a little later in the night, the crowd start to change from people who usually come there from work to the people that for there for night dancing. This was my first time there but I could see a lot of white females coming in the club with black men. One of the other females who was named Vickie whispered to me that there was a lot of good looking black men here. I really had not noticed any of the guys, because being from the south we always look at black as being second class citizens and that black men was violent and had little drive to succeed. I didn't completely agree with all the things I was taught at an early age and at the time had no physical attraction toward toward black men. I had lived a very sheltered life that involved my husband and the kids. The few times I went out was usually shopping malls, parks and walks on the beach with other navy wives.

But my attention was on why were so many white females on the arms of black men, and a few were quite attractive. My husband Dave also noticed this and stated very lowly to me that this must be interracial night. My husband had known Billy for about four years but deep down inside I knew that he hated seeing black men with white females. The dance floor started to fill up with people and I was noticing how this very sexy white female was dancing with a black man, he had his hand all over her ass and they were grinding on the dance floor and I began to wonder have I been sheltered too long, or was this just California.

Right around this time Billy asked me did I mind dancing with him, my heart all jumped out of my chest on to the table when he reach over the table and he touched me on the shoulder, I was suprised and also shocked that he had asked. I gathered myself and calmly stated no thanks, but he insisted and that when I looked at my husband wondering what to do, I had told this black man no, but he was still insisting, to my surprise my husband said go ahead and dance with him, its his retirement party. I slowly got up from the table and moved toward the dance floor, my mind was thinking what in the hell am I doing. I hardly get out the house let alone going on the dance floor with a black man, the entrance to the dance floor was crowded and felt myself pushing past people to get on the floor, that is when Billy grabbed me by the hand. If at that moment, if I hadn't felt the presence of this man's strength I would have stopped and pulled him back and told him the floor was too crowded.

Billy stood about 6' 3" and 230lbs with a rock hard body. My husband and him work out at the navy base. This much I did know because he had picked my husband up at home to go the the gym on a couple occasions and he was about 4 inches taller than my husband and about 40lbs heavier. My husband I consider to be a fit and well groomed man but in comparsion to this man leading me out on the dance floor he looked small, I noticed all the other guys moving to the side to let us by and as I was passing by the guys would look at my ass. We finally made it to the floor and I was so nervous I thought I would fall on the dance floor, Billy start to move to the music. I had not heard the song before and was beginning to wonder would my legs move to the beat, they did, Billy was a nice dancer that moved very gracefully and I could see his muscles through his tightly fitted shirt. I tried not to make any eye contact, and that is when he told me to relax and let my body groove to the music, I knew I looked out of place dancing with this guy and just want the record to end. He again was trying to make small talk and I tried my best to hear him over the loud music. He told me I had nice movement and for the first time I looked into his face and I noticed that he had a nice smile, with eyes that seemed to know my every thoughts. And for the first time I had saw a black man as other than a second class citizen.

Billy seemed to be well educated, nice, very confident. That is when he moved a little closer and started to gently touch my waist, I wondered was this a way of getting physical or just to protect me from all the other people on the dance floor, the floor was crowded which was good because I looked toward my husband but could not see him. His hand felt so strong on my waist, and for the first time in my life I felt a tingle run through my cunt from the touch of a man. I felt this could not be happening to me, I'm married, my parents never had any thing nice to say about blacks, but I knew Billy was an outstanding young man who was an officer and gentlemen. The song ended and he took me back to my husband and told him thanks for letting me dance with him.

We stayed at the club for another hour and I tried to avoid eye contact but had to look at Billy again both times hoping to catch him not looking but he saw my eye the second time and I quickly looked down and pretended to be stirring my drink. He did dance with the other two females who were married to the other officers. By the way Billy was single and from what I knew was not involved with anyone but had been divorced over four years ago and had two children. My husabnd had told me he was to become an engineer with a local firm and he looked to be about 32 years old. But I had never hung out with blacks and probably was just guessing since most of the other officers ranged in age from about 32 thru 36. We left the club and my last time seeing Billy.

My husband being A Navy Pilot had to go out to sea about two months later, which was normal work-up procedures for an officer on a carrier. My husband was up for a promotion to commanding officer and I just wanted to be the good wife and support him for the time being. My mind would occasionally think about the night out when I danced with Billy, I began to wonder were black men as large between the legs as the myths had it, was I just having stupid thoughts. Once in college, one of the cheerleaders had slept with a black guy who was a star football player and I overheard her telling one of the other girls about how muscular he was and how she fucked and sucked his big black dick all night. I rushed out of the dressing room because in my circle of friends of mine we just didn't talk like that and certainly not about a black man.

Most of the other cheerleaders stated that she was a slut and had slept with about 10 of the football players black and white. My husband had been gone out to sea for about three weeks and I had received several phone calls from him. I had also run into a couple of the girls from the club who were married to the officers at the navy exchange, we had small talk and Vickie stated She thought Billy was such a hunk, I didn't say anything hoping to brush pass that comment. My husband came and went out to sea on three other occasions but the last time he was out I got a call and I answered the phone, from the voice I knew It was not my husband, he say hello is this Linda, and the voice sounded familar, that was when he stated this is Billy, I told him my husband was out to sea and would not be back for another week. He stated he knew my husband was out to sea and was calling to talk to me.

I wondered what on god's earth do we have to talk about, usually whenever Billy had called before I would mostly speak and give the phone to my husband. I wanted to hang up but my mind started to think about that dance we had together and decided to hear him out. He told me He knew that I was surprised at the call but to know if I was okay and would I maybe go out sometime with him for a drink or dancing to get of out the house. I knew this was buillshit talk but tried to be nice and stated that I had to always keep my kids when they get out from school... He asked if I could find a baby sitter sometimes, I told him he knows that I am married and my husband don't approve of me going out with other guys when he is not around and for what its worth I don't even go out with other females.

He must have read my mind, he came back with an answer that was so smooth and I knew it was bullshit but It sound good. He stated that he had been having doubts about his separation from the military and he just need to talk to a friend and express what he was going thru on his new job. I told him I would think about it and get back with him. He stated that he would pay for a baby sitter and what this weekend. For some stupid reason I said yes and he stated he knew this nice place five miles from my house to meet for a drink. I said okay I will see you saturday. To make a long story short I met Billly knowing that he had other plans with me, I wanted to call him back but didn't know his number, for the next day, I was thinking what am I doing, does he think am some silly white woman who is just out looking for some black stud, how could he have the nerve to contact me and ask me out, had some of the other navy officers told him that I was easy. But for some some unknown reason I met him at 7 p.m. on friday. I put on a rather short black skirt, my husband always stated I look nice and sexy in that outfit. I arranged for a friend to keep my kids and told them I was going to visit a friend from college who was visiting L.A for a couple of days.

I met Billy at the bar at 7 p.m. and for some reason I could not convince myself to not go thru with this. I got there and he was no where to be found and I looked around to see if there was a black guy there, I didn't see him Billy with his size usually stand out in a crowd and certainly with there being no other black men there I would have noticed him. I felt so ashamed, I told there what am I doing coming to a bar to meet a black man and he does not even show up. A couple of white guys passed and tried to make small talk and I was not too friendly, so they kept on walking. I headed for the bar and ordered some wine and decided that if he was not here by the time I finished this drink I was getting the hell out of here, and at that moment someone touched me on the shoulder and I was hoping that it was Billy for the sake of not being embarassed anymore.

It was him, I look into this ebony man's eyes and for that short period I wanted to just fall in to his chest, and at that moment I gathered myself and smiled and stated that he was late, He smiled and say that he could not decide on which jacket to wear and said that he was only five minutes late. I looked at my watch and saw that he was right. I asked for the $50.00 I had to pay the baby sitter and he kindly say okay you didn't forget and asked the waiter for change for a $20.00 and gave me $50.00. I looked him over and there was this very imposing man who was 6' 3" broad shoulders, perfect teeth and with smooth brown skin. I had never looked at a black man like this before and unlike before he knew I was looking and I did nothing to hide it. For that period of time all the other people in the bar of about thirty people were looking at us, I can usually turn heads when am dressed wih my long curly blond hair and I had put in that extra effort to show my figure that evening. I felt like a queen who had found her black knight. Billy looked good with his tailor made jacket, gold chain on his neck and matching band on arm. This man really looked sharp and you could tell he spent time getting dressed and to top that off his cologne smelt really nice.

We talked about a hour about his new job, military but we were making a lot of eye contact. I told him I had to use the restroom and would be right back, I left the bar and all the eyes looked my way. I passed by the two guys who had tried to talk to me when I first entered the bar, they looked my way and made no effort to hide what they had to say, they stated what a sexy fucking white bitch like that doing with that nigger, fucking nigger probably a football player. I rushed into the restroom and good there was no one there, I felt this natural high that I never felt before, I rushed into a stall opened my legs and started to finger myself, I wondered what this hunk of a black man would feel like between my legs, I was touching myself thinking about Billy, I put two fingers in my cunt, I was so wet it felt so good, I knew that I was going to be a whore for this black man. I heard someone else come thru the door and I stopped to pull up my panties and gather myself back together.

I went to a mirror and did a touch up with my make-up and left the restroom. I wondered would Billy know or sense what I was thinking, I was hoping that I had put all my clothing back in place, I was hoping that he wouldn't see anything that would give me away but I knew just by showing up was telling him something, I felt for the first time in my life like a slutty white bitch and my walk probably was a little different. We left after about five minutes and went to another club, he wanted to go dancing and wanted me to ride with him, I tried to find a way to say no but he was a convincing son of a bitch. I was plainly trying to play the nice white girl who was married and hoping that he didn't see what I was really feeling. This club we went to was completely different form the first club, I knew nothing about the night life in San Diego, There was many more blacks and a few white females, I felt out of place when we walked in the door, but now Billy was holding my hand as if I was his woman, this sort of surprised me but it assured me it was okay. I noticed that he now had a hard side to his personality than I had not noticed before, he told me when you are on the rough side of town you don't want to show any sign of weakness especially when you are with an attractive white woman, silly me I had know idea what he was talking about.

The music was hip hop and R & B, all the guys there were looking at my ass I could feel the eyes on my ass. We got a table, danced a few times and Billy was much bolder than the retirement party we had attended, he was touching my ass when we danced and looking at me and smiling, I had completely forgotton that I was married with two kids. We had a couple of drinks and they played a slow song, he asked me to dance and I said no way, am married. He stated this club has only 3 or 4 other white people in here you think anyone care about you being married in here, all the people in here assume since you're with me, that you are my woman, and just like all the other times I found myself giving in. We danced on a bump and grind song, I didn't know how to slow dance the way he did and he just told me to follow his lead, I found myself holding him tighter and feeling like such a whore in a black crowd like this with a black tall muscular man. He looked into my eyes and stated that am so happy to be with you and we kissed for the first time, which seemed to last forever, when we stopped I looked out and saw another black man staring at me, I wonder did he know that I was married, did he know Billy or what. My mind and pussy was racing at million miles per second.

After the dance I told Billy I had to go to the rest room, I had to get control of myself, in the rest room I was not going to repeat the same act as before. The rest room was filled with black females, I had never been in a restroom with this many black females before, I almost didn't go in I really just want to gather myself. They looked and stared at me, like where this bitch came from she definitely don't belong here, this heavy black female looked at me and said girl come in and close the fucking door. Another stated the fucking white bitches got a lot of nerve to come in here looking for our men. Stupid little me stated I am just out with a friend to dance and that I was married, all the black females started to laugh, bitch where are you from, all the white bitches that come in here are married just like you, looking for that big black peter. I rushed out of the restroom and could hear them laughing and went back to the table and told Billy to get me the fuck out here and kept walking for the door. I was so embarassed, and felt like a cheap white whore, he followed me outside and tried to comfort me, and asked what happened.

I told him what had happened, and he stated that black females are just jealous and think the white females are trying to take their men, I started to cry and asked him take me home, no one had talked to me like that before, there were a few other guys on the outside, they asked what was wrong with blondie and he told them what happened, he asked them if they would mind bringing me some tissue and they say okay, Billy had this air about him that made every seem to do as he asked. I was thinking made be its was because of his size but he had more than just that. He wiped my eyes and held me so tight right there on the wall of the club, and gave me the most passionate kiss in my life, we left the club and he asked if I wanted to go to his house for a drink, I stated that the baby sitter was expecting me back around midnight knowing I was lying. He asked me to use his cell phone and call and tell her I was going to be a couple hours late. I told him I couldn't make a call from his car, he stated he would stop at a store and I could get outside of the car to make the call. He did and I went through the motion of that I was calling my friend, which I knew exactly what I want. I want this black man tonight and was a married whore just like the black female stated.

I got back into the car and by now I knew that I had no more control and he knew it also. He asked me was everything okay and for the drive to his house we didn't say another word. To my surprise he lived in a very nice house in a very nice area of town, I was very happy to see that. We got out the car and he let down the garage door and that is when he came around my side of the car and opened the door, he sensed that I was thinking what in the hell have I gotten myself into. I got out he held me tight and gave me another passionate kiss and thats when I felt his manhood rubbing up against me, I was breathing very hard by now and he was rubbing his hands all over my body. God this felt good, and I felt my cunt burning up form his heated kiss, He lead me to the door and unlocked the door with his keys. I found myself rubbing his broad shoulders, I was looking at him thinking what is this guy doing single, got a nice home, drives a black BMW and built like a NFL player, for the first time in my life I saw why the cheerleeder wanted to fuck that black man in college, why the white females were hanging on the black man arms at the club, and why black females treated me so hostile.

We entered his house and I was all over this man in the entrance at the door, he was suprised and looked at me with those eyes and stated thats the way a sexy fucking white bitch supposed to treat a brother, He kissed me a few more times and I sure was a bitch in heat, I know what I was doing was wrong, but I had completely lost control, Billy called me a white bitch and to get on my knees and suck his cock, I did as he said, hoping that I would finally get a chance to see a black man's cock and look at it, I almost tore his pants off and he told me to take it easy bitch, He was so different now he had me, I felt so helpless, he grabbed both of my arms and stopped me and said wait, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants down and took out his dick, my mouth was so hungry to taste his cock I grabbed it and started to suck on it. He stopped me again and helped me follow him across the room on my knees to turn on the light, and this towering black man looked down at me and I felt like such a white whore and it felt so good to be helpless to a strong attractive black man. He said you have never had a black dick before and I said no, you never felt a black dick before, and I said no, and that is when I looked at his dick. It was rock hard, I felt it, I rubbed it on my face, his dick was about 9 inches long, my husband was no more than 6 inches hard, but the skin of his dick felt so good, he started to call me his white married bitch and that he knew I wanted to fuck him from the first time he saw me. All you white bitches are the same, looking for that big black dick. I felt so ashamed and helpless and I didn't care I felt his cock in my mouth and the smell of his manhood was driving me wild, that is when I knew I had became a whore for black dick.

Billy stood right there in his kitchen with me fully dressed as he told me to stick out my tongue and I did as he asked me to. I could not get my eyes off his large black dick and his muscular body, I had my mouth open and he beat his dick on my tongue for what seemed like five minutes, all the time calling me his whore, that he going to turn me out to be his whore, nice pretty looking, telling me he knew my husband's dick won't be enough for me anymore, He told me not to bite his dick with my teeth. I licked his balls which hung low from his penis. I was so horny, he must have called me a white fucking married whore about thirty times during this short period, my husband had never talked to me like that before, I felt so slutty.

Billy told me to look at him when I suck his dick. He was giving me step by step intructions on how to suck his dick. He now started to pull off his coat and shirt. I stared up at him and saw a man with huge arms and muscular chest his body was sweating which gave him a shiny look and the cut of muscle on his chest and arms drove me wild, I was staring at him with his dick in my mouth. I wondered in my mind just a few months ago I was viewing blacks as second class citizens and now here am down on my knees with a black man's dick stuffed in my mouth, he now told me to pull my panties aside and finger myself, he was still fucking my mouth which was getting tired but could not get enough of the taste of his dick, he grabbed me by the hair and told me to open my mouth wide you fucking white whore, take my dick like a bitch, I closed my eyes and thought I would choke on his dick, that's it bitch, choke on that dick., I took his dick out my mouth and came up for air, I held his dick in my hand and noticed it was as thick as my arm, I was an addict to this man's dick, He told me he was getting tired and needed to sit down, he told me to stay on my knees and follow him over to the sofa, he continued to fuck my mouth like it never have been used before, he was still calling me his white married whore and now I suprised myself by telling him that I was his white married whore.

Since that night he fucked me for one whole year, five of his black friends have fucked me, and just the other day he told me he had a new job somewhere else and would be leaving town, I know this may sound strange but I don't know what to do anymore I have lost control of myself and this story may not sound true but its the god honest truth, and I need to hear from other white females who are married and have been turned out by black men. My husband doesn't know about my relationship with Billy and the other black men......

lowmac@webtv.net

FOLLOW UP TO 'BLACK COCK LOVER'


I recently wrote a letter to the cavern "Black Cock Lover" from Bianca and two or three guys have mailed me asking if I would give a little more info about my relationship on the side with this guy.

Well, I met him one day whilst I was shopping in Hamburg, I was actually with my boyfriend/fiance who as you know is a white guy. I was in a queue waiting to get a couple of slices of pizza, my boyfriend was outside and he was stood behind me in the queue. He said something in English about my bottom being gorgeous. Which I am forever getting told that it is, probably because I never wear underwear, sometimes a thong, but normally nothing at all under trousers.

Well anyway this day I suppose it looked quite nice because I know that I had some silk trousers on. Anyway, I dont think that he knew that I spoke English as well as I do and I can't remember the exact words, but I remember saying something like "Thank You" which shocked him a little, or should I say, surprised him. He also passed commentS about me having a pierced tongue, because he spotted that as well and then I remember we just laughed and just started chatting. We were probably only there about 3/4 minutes or so, but he said he worked at the Bank opposite where we were, I told him that it was my Bank and he said that he had only been there a few weeks, that he had come up from Berlin to take the managerial position.

Anyway a few days went by and when I was in the bank cashing a cheque he came over to say hello and asked me if I wanted to have lunch. I said OK, so we went for lunch. Of course the rest is just obvious really. He knew that my boyfriend worked away and only came home weekends because I had told him so. As I said in my original letter, I had never been with a black guy before, but for some reason I was just drawn to him in a terribly horny way. I hadn't exactly been totally faithful to my boyfriend since day one, because if I see somebody that turns me on I will normally fuck them, because I really do adore to fuck and I suppose you could say that I would probably do it on average around once or twice a month.

Although the last guy that I had fucked prior to him, actually I fucked him 3/4 times, was an Italian guy and that was only about 2 weeks before, but I stopped seeing him because he was getting a bit possesive. Leave your boyfriend and all that shit and the last thing I wanted was any hassles. I just really really like to have men, preferably older than me, around late 20s/early 30s and have a really really dirty, wickedly horny time. I really dont think the guys out there know just how horny I really am. I know that I look exceptionally horny and vain maybe, but I really do love that it shows.

I have gone out to a club many many times specifically to pick a guy up when I have wanted to get fucked and have done it since I was around 15yrs old. Anyway, as I say, I just started getting terribly horny every time I saw him. I suppose I must admit that I had always really fancied fucking a black guy, my friend has been really into them for a long time and was always saying to me that I should try it because knowing me I would go crazy for it.

Well here I was in a situation. I was terribly horny as usual, I just had cock on my brain as usual and it was more than obvious that he felt the same as I did and of course my boyfriend was away for the next 4 days, so I met him that night at his place and to put it bluntly we fucked each other stupid. All I do remember is that I think I blew his mind a bit, so he told me later anyway, I remember he told me that I was an out and out fuck nymphomaniac anyway. I remember that I just didn't want to stop riding him. Anyway it was fucking fabulous sex and it still is. Absolutely dirty and wonderful everytime.

Of course we know each other very well now because we have been seeing each other 3/4 times a week for the past few months. He knows that all I want every time is to just kneel on the bed and get him to do me. I fucking love it like I have never loved it before. Seriously, I just cant get enough of him. I love his cock, his body and the way he just fucks me and calls me his fuck slut when he is doing me hard and pulling my hair, is just the fucking best. I really really do love it dirty like that. I can honestly say that I have never been as rude with any guy before as what we are. I could go on all day telling you some of the things we do and some of the places we have fucked in. I don't think there is a position possible that we haven't tried. We even drove up into the countryside last week and I made him stop the car so we could fuck in a field. I knelt behind a hedge and he fucked me up the ass. Seriously. he was just so horny. I got squirt all inside my new silk trousers to prove it.

Iam actually considering meeting a guy who sent me mail a guy called Frank from Chicago, he really is scrumptious. I really didn't send the Cavern a letter with any intentions whatsoever, but my boyfriend is going to South Africa for 2/weeks end of November on a course and since mailing you people at the Cavern I think I just want to be really naughty and try more black guys.. I will let you know if we meet up in London as provisionally planned...

But of course if there are any goodlooking, fit, preferably shaven and I mean cock as well as head, guys out there who live within Europe, you can send me a pic, because I really want to meet someone from Europe as well. Or Germany, so long as its outside Hamburg area. I also really really would like to feel what it is like to be fucked very deep by a guy who has a ring or rings in his cock. I have a ring through my clitty and its so fucking horny....

Lots of love to all you lovely black guys out there.. I would love to have you all if I could......... Bianca xxxxxxxxx

discreet1_2000@yahoo.co.uk

WEDDING NIGHT BLACKCOCK GANGBANG :THE INTERVIEW!


Hello! strangefella@excite.com here with the first of what I hope to be many interviews with all real- deal -details about what happens at those-Slut- fantasy-gangbanging fuck-of a lifetime come true! After all that what these postings are all about good girls/women getting in touch with the cock hungry-ho in themselves and acting out those slut wet dreams they know they need.

HOW IT BEGAN FOR ME:

In the spring of 1998 I was cruising on the net reading posting after posting of the same tired old wording about 2 sums threesums and gangbangs when I came upon truly inspired ad below !

My area code is 516. I am a white female, 25 years old, about 5 foot 7, 110 pounds and blonde hair. I work as a lawyer in New York City and I am getting married in August of this year. I want to be gangbanged by at least five black men on the night of my wedding. My hubby and I will check into a room and I want 5 black men in the room next door. I will leave my hubby (tell him I will be back in an hour or so), and come next door to meet you men. Once there I want you guys to gangbang me. I want to have a black cock in my mouth, in my ass, in my pussy and one in each hand. I want to first suck off a few cocks and have cum sprayed on my face, my tits and my dress. Then I want my dress taken off and layed on the floor beneath me, where I will lie on top of it while I am being gang fucked. I want all of this to be videotaped and photographed. You guys can sell the tape and the photos to any magazine/porn company you want and keep the money (you can call it something like "white whore bride"). By the end of the night I want cum on my face, in my hair, on my tits, dripping out of my pussy and ass, on my dress and on my wedding ring. If you wish, you can fist me so that no white cock could ever fill me, or piss on me or my dress (or both). Then you will send me back to my hubby in the room next door while laughing at me and him. Throughout all of this I want you to continually call me names like 'little white whore', 'white cum slut bitch', etc. If you are interested please email me. I make quite a lot of money as a lawyer, and if you are nearby I can send you a plane ticket and pay for the hotel room. If you are really interested, you can take me to a black strip club and make me strip there and I will give you the money I make, or you can make me get tattoos, all the night before my wedding (e.g., just above my pussy - "Black Cock Only", on my ass cheek - "I Love Black Cock", etc.)

At the end of the posting an educated /slut I only know as Tiff left her e-mail address, of course I responded with disbelief and also with an email pat on the ass for such a great posting. I expected a dead end, you know what I mean. 90% of the email address posted comeback unread, undelivered etc. The rest if received just do not response whatever the reason. To my surprise tiffanycali@hotmail.com got back to me the next day and said “she wasn’t kidding around!”

Cutting to the chase now!

Months pass and its the first week in Sept. I’m wondering if Tiff got it on? I’m wondering if she be willing to do an interview? Answer questions about her coming outta the closet “call me a cum slut while you bone me deep” wedding night. I know that all you boys and girls(who out are dying to hear the graphic details. I e-mailed and asked. Tiff replied and agreed to the interviewed. She'd been putting out for me with the why’s, how it felt for at least 3 weeks thru bi-daily e-mails. Lets get started.

?:What got you on the path to a black-cock -stocked gangbanged wedding night?

Tiff: I suppose it all started when I was 18, in college and hanging out with a bunch of guys (I was just considered one of the guys). They were always watching pornos and especially ones that involved several black men and one white woman. I thought what a lucky gal.

?: What was the race mix in this porno club and how often did this happen, also where those the only type of movies y’all watched.

Tiff: All the guys I hung out with in college were white (and one or two Asians here and there). That was pretty much the only type of pornos that I saw with them. Once in a while they would throw in a lesbo, all-girl porno. It wasn’t really on a regular basis but I would say at least once a month.

?: How’d you go Black?

Tiff: About 2 years ago or so, I was on the internet just playing, in a chat room and I met a guy, started having cyber sex and then he told me he was black and I almost came right then and there for some reason! This took me to new levels. I became aroused and came in a way I had never before. I guess some of the reasons for that is that at that point I had never been with any type of man but white (real or cyber). Then I found myself actively searching for black men to have cybersex with, then it got to the point where I was looking for and participating in cyber gangbangs with all blacks, and having black men degrade and humiliate me in chat room forums (e.g., 100 people in the forum, they would have me change my name to things like "white cum slut for black cock", etc., and tell the whole room I worship black cock. And I would eagerly, I just couldn’t get enough.

?: Up until your wedding night how would you describe your sex life?

Tiff: Up until Saturday I would have to say that I was fairly average sexually. I had only done white guys, only one guy at a time, and fairly routine sexual activity (missionary, no anal, etc.)

?: Why this, why now?

Tiff: I guess that the reason that I did it was that I had been so turned on by everything that I had been doing for the last two years that I felt if I didn’t at least try it for real, at least once, that I would regret it for the rest of my life. I was tired of the routine my life was in and I wanted to see if there was anything else to life.

?: Without the internet you wouldn’t have discovered this form of pleasure, arousal ?..this the trash talking humiliation niche?

Tiff: I would say that without the internet I probably would never had experienced that type of chat, and I probably would have never done my gangbang b/c I would have never realized how much it turns me on. I had never experienced any type of verbal humiliation or degradation before this at all.

?: How do things go in the these chat rooms?

Tiff: Usually the guys get the ball rolling in these chatrooms and it can consist of anything. Before I started seeking out black men, I role-played a rape victim, a forced (by boyfriend) gangbang cheerleader, a bet in a poker game, etc. I have also had fantastic foreplay in there as well. Once I got hooked on black guys, I would simply announce to the room that I was a white slut looking for a black master, then wait for my monitor fill up with the words that turn me on.

?: How do these situations and words affect you?

Tiff: I am not sure what you are asking when you talk of the words affecting me. Are you talking about things like, whore, cumslut?

?: Yes !

Tiff: Yes, words like that seem to moisten my pussy almost instantly. Rarely do my nipples get hard from them but occasionally..... I’d get a mental image of me in the middle of a pack of cocks ...black men calling me names and I love it.

?: Two years of internet fun and then you started planning the wedding night to top all others.

Tiff: Yes...I made my decision and started looking. I guess that I having been planning this event for over a year now not necessarily planning all the details but thinking and seriously considering it.

?: How many places did you place your ad? What was the response? Any other details or advice for wanna be blackcumsluts?

Tiff: I posted the ad in Dark Cavern, Zebra, NY Zebra and 3 other swinging boards set up for interracial interaction. I received well over 150 responses to it. Basically I looked for guys that did something for me. Of cocks no smaller than 9 inches. I figured if I was going to do this I should get big cock right? Then I wanted to see who could do exactly what I wanted in my ad. Finally I ruled out any guys that seemed desperate, too forceful or violent (there were a few). The best advice that I could give to others is that they definitely should do it!!!!!!! And that they need to be careful and start looking months in advance, and rule out anyone right off the bat, who is to demanding about meeting. Everyone had to have a blood test before we did this.

?: Do any training for this?

Tiff: I didn’t train.

?: After all, what did you end up with?

Well, I had 7 guys there. I believe 4 of them had taken part in a gangbang before and knew what I wanted . The biggest cock was said to be 12 inches by its owner. Now I am not too good at measuring with my eyes, but I would have to say that it was about right *S*. That cock stretched all parts of my ass!

?: How much and how do you like to suck that big black cock?

Tiff: *S*. Well, I love sucking cock! It is especially great when you have one that is really big b/c you can really get a grip on it (for that night I had to use two hands) and really go to work sucking and licking up and down, rubbing it on you face, and doing my best to swallow it !

?: What’s a sure sign your panties are soaked?

Tiff: When I start to get really horny, my nipples stick out hard *G*.

?: How many fingers you like up in there before the real fucking begins?

Tiff: I usually like between 2-3 fingers in me *G*

?: So tell me how went down?

Tiff: When I got to the room I was wearing my wedding dress, by myself. I'll be honest, I was a little nervous when I first got there. They were all there dressed. I sat on the bed with a couple of guys and we had drinks for a little while, then they started getting undressed. No real leader. I am not sure what else you want. I had cock in my mouth, pussy, and ass almost continuously for the rest of the night. The first cock must have been about 9-10 inches. It really stretched me out - the best analogy that I can give is when you are taking a big pooh. It was amazing.

?: How’d that feel, how long did they bang you?

Tiff: I felt like a total slut, the only girl there with all these guys, that the only reason that they were there, that they were even speaking to me was that I was giving my body to them for whatever they wanted. I am not sure how many hours exactly as I was a little intoxicated and very busy, *G* but I would say at least 4 hours. I also fell asleep for a little while. But no breaks whatsoever. I would guess that with the amount of cum in/on me that they came probably about 3 times each. I was more worn out than they were, but they did joke and hint that when I was passed out, they brought in someone from the hallway to give them a break. I think the one that really stands out for me is when I first walked in the room in my wedding dress and they started to get undressed. My heart was beating a million times a minute and I almost backed out. Oh I am definitely hungering for more *S*! The name calling was great!!! For some reason I really enjoy that. The best was cum slut whore.

?: How’d the new hubby deal with this?

Tiff: Well at first, when I came back to the room, I think he was devastated. He was in complete shock. However, its almost been a week now, and he is starting to come around. I think when he looks at me he still sees my face covered in black cum, but he is dealing with it nicely and I think that we are going to be O.K.

?: Besides giving into the cum slut in you, this was about putting the hubby in his place too, did he get any that night?

Tiff :Yes it was part of my plan. I am not really sure why, it wasn’t to hurt him (although I know that it did), I think probably to show him in the bluntest way what a slut I wanted to be and became. No we didn’t do it for a couple of days. I think he needed the time and I was too sore anyway.

?: You're just getting started, aren’t you, what’s next?

Tiff: Yes...what ever the next level is....I haven’t figured out what that is yet.

That’s it.

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