PART 3

It Works Like This

You've been married for a long time to a nice white guy. You have a strong need for sex especially a craving for the black pleasure. You've been unfaithful all those married years enjoying black guys. You even fucked a few of hubby's white friends.

Now your hubby is away working overseas leaving you in a new country. You are at home a single woman, alone not quite in her prime, put on a bit of weight but, still pretty good, and still very needy for sex. You have met a few guys, so you have some contacts but, you feel a need for more thrilling company, for some spice in your life. You first spend a couple of months doing the things you should, shopping, reading trying to be good but your needs get greater the more you deny yourself.

Now you start to get hot for cock. You need the kind of fulfilment that masturbation can't give you. Only hot hard flesh can get rid of that empty feeling in your womb. Your thoughts become obsessed with hard black dick. You fantasise about it all the time. You decide to do something about it, look for some sex. You want it, big, black, hot, hard and dominant. You go to conventional dating agencies but find all the men are just looking for wives. They all want to be the husband in waiting but, all you crave is being stripped, spread and used. A friend suggests you try contact magazines as they cater more for the casual sex scene. You start to look at contact magazines. You feel a little more comfortable with that process as it keeps it on an open basis with clear understanding on both sides as to what is offered and promised. There are risks but needs outweighs them but, you also have control of the situation by being able to check the men out first through a safe process that doesn't give away your location.

You place an ad. It reads:

"Married mature white woman. Submissive. 5ft 8inches. Long slim legs: First time: Wants to meet strong, well hung, dominant black men for no strings sex in (ZIP code) area. Must be D/D free."

The private mail box is there. You put some sexy pictures (see pictures of the set taken for the ad), not the best but, as good as you can do. Just putting it out there in the open, showing your desire for black men is a sexual buzz in itself. You check your mail every day but, only disappointment. Then you give up maybe they don't like what they see? Then a few days later you go to your mail box just through habit. There is a big envelope with loads of mail inside. Your spirits rise and your pussy gets damp with the thought of what they will be like. You read through them. Inexperienced, but willing and wanting, you get all hot reading the steamy messages. At this stage you would meet all of them but, you put them into categories age, location, then you cut it down to, looks, cock size, attitude, single or married and then you reply to 7 or 8. You chat to your friend going over them getting support to try to take away any lingering doubts that you are doing the right thing.

They come back quick this time and you start to mail and then you phone and chat. It is exhilarating stuff but you are anxious, you don't have a man to be with you and look after you but need drives you on and seems to makes it a bit more exciting. New mail is coming in all the time and finally you have a list of men to see and you push the boat out and go to meet your first guy. You have seen his pictures, he has seen yours and you know he is hung and likes to be in control. He isn't slim but he made you laugh on the phone and seemed open and fun. You look at his picture. Large in all ways, tall, very thick set, a bull of a man with very black skin and a very thick cock. You had hoped for slim and hard bodies but the two you made as first choice were not available, one lied and was overseas the other did not reply to your email. You are learning but you have a long way to go.

You have a bath and soak your pussy which is tingling with anticipation. You paint your nails. Trim your bikini line contemplating removing it all but decide too much maintenance. You wash, dry and comb your hair. You put on some makeup not sure if he likes lots of make up, or the understated look. You put it on then take it off all a dither. You settle for somewhere in the middle. You get dressed, it is not easy - do I go tarty, screaming fuck me, or classy saying melt me if you can, or somewhere in between but, with no underwear.

Decisions, decisions. You are feeling sexy so you put on a soft skirt, fitting top with cleavage be brave - no bra, let him see the hard nipples, and very sexy see thru panties and strappy high heeled sandals with painted toes. You feel good and set of to meet the man who is still a stranger, despite telephone calls and mail. You arranged to meet in a local place where you can have a drink and some food and where there are people so it will be safer. He chose the venue and says it is good quality with good atmosphere. You are mindful that this isn't romance, it is sex, no strings sex. That's what their replies said they were looking for and what you offered so you have agreed the terms or don't meet.

The venue is in a hotel. You are early, damn you want to look cool and not too needy so you sit and adjust your hair and check your lipstick. You see cars coming in with men and you look wondering if one might be him. You go into the restaurant, it is nicely lit and you have a good glance in the mirror that hangs in the small foyer. You look at yourself, pat your dress and tell yourself you look good. Then a deep breath and head up you walk in. He sees you first. He must have been really looking out for you, anxious that perhaps you won't show. A good sign he is keen. You walk over trying to feel relaxed and loose but your heart is pounding. He is standing and you get your first small disappointment, a touch of reality as you see he is quite a bit larger than his pictures but, you keep cool taking his very formal outstretched hand. After all, you are not so slim anymore yourself. You smile up at him shaking his huge hand mumbling nice to meet you at last. There is an uncomfortable pause as he looks you over and you stand self conscious hoping he likes you. His eyes have lust in them. You feel a little shudder run down your back possibly apprehension perhaps excitement it is hard to differentiate. You think, well I am here now. I had better make the most of it. You sit down. He asks, in that lovely deep sensual voice you liked so much on the phone, what you would like to drink. You feel a bit warmer. He gets a waiter, fully in control now; well practiced he does it with ease. We order and then there is a hesitant start, that awkward little moment where no one is sure what to do or say next but, he compliments you on your looks, you lie a bit complimenting him.

Yes he is very black, nice: he is tall nice: he is confident, very nice: he is really overweight, not so nice: but you are here so enjoy it. You chat whilst you order food. You drink a bit more than usual, nervous but not too bad. He is very accomplished and articulate so you are soon at ease. There is a bit of hand touching; gentle flirting. It is getting to be fun. The meal is over and you offer to pay half feeling that at least if you decide to leave he wont feel aggrieved but, he insists, again taking control, making it go his way. Then you get up, as you start to leave his hand is gentle on your back. He guides you to the door, through it then the huge hand moves to your shoulder gripping firmly turning you in the direction of the hotel lifts. This would be the time to say goodbye but. too late, you don't, he has control, you are in the lift. You know there is no turning back, he is going to fuck you now. He is there, his arm round you smiling. A white guy standing in the lift stares then tries not to look at you standing with a huge black man, his arm round your waist. You see him glance at your wedding ring. You know what he is thinking even in these enlightened days. "Another whore cheating on her husband and with a nigger". Your man knows, he pulls you closer, kisses your neck, nibbles your ear, making an overt gesture that says "Yes white boy I am going to fuck this white wife then send her home to her cuckold white husband." It is unexpected, causing a sharp intake of breath followed by a sigh at the pleasure as your neck is one of your sensual spots.

You come out the lift and walk to his room, with skill he opens the door whilst his arm is still holding you. Firmly he ushers you inside. It is the standard double, neat, clean, well appointed. He locks the door behind you. Coming up behind he starts kissing your neck, you give a little shudder if feels so good. You press back enjoying the sensation running through your body. You feel the wetness in your vagina with that telltale swelling of the lips as it gets ready to receive. He then turns you. Your lips meet; you kiss deep, his tongue quick, forceful is exploring your mouth, his hands cup your buttocks as he presses you against his crotch. You feel a thickness that is pleasing against your thigh. You are now truly aroused. His huge black hand takes your shoulder. He pushes you firmly down onto your knees. You get an immediate rush of sensual pleasure at this dominant controlling action. You are now submissive to his control.

He says "Get it out bitch you know you want it."

Your whole being tingles as you undo his trousers. The anticipation of what it will look like, feel like, its scent is making you so wet down there. You pull his clean white underpants down; there, under his large belly, is a thick, tumescent, wonderful black velvet cock, cushioned by a pair of large balls. He is huge, really huge; you think in that instant "My god I will never take that." But you have no time to think as he grabs your head pulling you to his cock.

"Suck it bitch" he growls his voice deep with lust.

You take it in your mouth. Your heart is pounding. You're dripping wet between the legs. Your lips are swollen, you swear you can feel the insides of your vagina bulging out. This is what you dreamed of doing during all those masturbating sessions; pleasing a black man, worshipping the thing that you know will soon fill you with pleasure, unbelievable pleasure but, only when he is ready. You suck him. You lick his massive swollen cock head running your tongue round the flange tasting him; dipping the tip into his little hole then taking it into your mouth feeling the hardness growing: the spongy texture of the thick head. You taste him. It is wonderful. You are already thinking of how it will feel inside you. Worried about its size whilst excited about what is to come. Tiny fingers of sensation are running from your vagina up your body to your breasts as you feel the hot flush hit your throat. You can actually feel your pussy lips swell even more. Opening; wanting his phallus inside it. Your mind is signalling to your body screaming for this black shaft inside you but, he will decide when you can receive it.

You run your tongue down the shaft. Kiss it lightly then you go to his balls. Kiss them and you tell him how much you love his cock. You want to please him. He grunts deeply, looking down at you, the white whore bitch. On her knees pleasing him. He enjoys your ministrations. He keeps you there until your knees are getting sore; your jaw aching. You want to stop but don't want to upset him. He pulls back. You are left kneeling, saliva dribbling down your chin. So inelegant; so humiliating. Have you upset him? Has he had enough already?? Your mind spins. He turns from you as he undresses. He says nothing leaving you kneeling on the floor. He lies on the bed. He tells you to undress. You stand up. You begin to remove your clothes under his watchful gaze. You tremble hoping he will like what you are offering. You worry about those little rolls of fat on your tummy. You want him to love your big, still firm white breasts, your long slim white legs. You really want his approval of your body. He says nothing until you start to remove your shoes. He tells you to leave them on. He calls you over to the bed. You comply. He watches you come to him, reaches out and grasps your breasts as you kneel beside him. He pinches your hard nipples. You wince a bit but it is sweet pain. You don't refuse his pleasure, this is your role, to serve this black king. He likes that. He pulls and pinches watching you as you try to hide the little pangs of pain, enjoying your discomfort, making you know your place in his world. Then his big hand slips down between your slightly parted legs and cups your vulva. You let out an involuntary sigh of pleasure. It has been so long since a man, let alone a black man, held your pussy. The sexual rush is almost overpowering. He smiles as he feels your dripping wet hole confirming your want for him. He withdraws; lies back playing with his very thick cock eyeing you all the time. He tells you to open your hole for him. He wants to look at you, to be a slut and spread your hole.

"Come on whore, open it, show me the slut hole that I am going to use and send back to your cuckold husband. Is he white?"

You nod yes. "Does he know you fuck niggers bitch?"

You whisper "No."

You can see he enjoys this game the words excite him; using a mans wife excites him a lot. "Good that makes it all the better whilst he sits at home waiting, his wife will be naked, her legs spread whilst I fill her with my nigger dick."

You don't tell him your husband is away not wanting to spoil his pleasure.

You kneel there whilst he watches you open your cunt for him. No shame in exposing yourself totally to his gaze, everything is his. He can enjoy it as he wants. You nipples are so hard they hurt. Your hole is dripping. Your face is flushed but, still he keeps you there in your shame, making you pull it open wider for him to enjoy. He tells you to finger yourself. He makes you tell him how much you want him to fuck you.

"What a dirty whore you are, a married whore for black men; what are you?"

You hesitate. "Say it bitch say, what you are" he growls.

With your pussy spread wide, wet and open you softly say "I am a whore for black men and I want you to fuck me so much." You are aroused by this dominant game.

"I can't hear you bitch, say it really loud so they can hear next door." Your mind is racing. You are under someone else's control. You are not responsible anymore for your actions. He has you for what he wants, perversely you are loving it.

You cry out loud despite the humiliation. "I am a whore for black men and I want you to fuck me please," it seems to echo in the room.

He leans forward grabbing you pulling you down beside him. He straddles your waist his large belly on you, his cock hanging above your torso, those large black bull balls resting on you. He looks down at you and says "You want it bitch?" You nod yes. "Say it whore, say you want my nigger dick" His voice is harsh and cold. You do his bidding the words tumbling freely from your mouth. "I want nigger dick."

He tells you to push your tits together. You comply. He wets his cock with saliva and pushes it between your tits. He titty fucks you telling you to open your mouth so his cock can slide in. It is an awkward position, hard on the neck. You strain to keep it there for his cock. He slides forward above you, his cock in your mouth. He starts to fuck you from that position his cock ramming into your throat, his huge black hands gripping your head in a vice. You gag but you can't complain, this is what you are there for. He is enjoying your discomfort. Finally he tires of this leaving you gasping for breath, choking and coughing. He moves down between your open thighs.

"Spread them bitch" he says as he slaps your inner thighs. You look down at his blackness against your white thighs. A shiver of excitement runs through you as you look at his cock knowing you will soon feel the wonderful pleasure of it unfolding your open hole. He looks down at you spread there, open for him, his toy; his white trash whore. He guides his cock to your pussy lips rubbing it in the wetness. You moan, you can't help it the sensation is so intense on your clit. He pushes a couple of times to open the lips. Then in one strong push he rams it home looking into your face to enjoy your contorted expression of pain and sheer pleasure. You feel every millimetre of that huge hard piece of meat as it rips into you, unfolding your open vagina, stretching it despite its open readiness. He relishes the humiliation of his white bitch, all her defences gone now, just a body full of sensation, on fire with sexual need. He holds it in deep looking at you. You lie there, your face flushed, contorted at its worst with the pleasure and the dull pain of the huge hard log inside you.

He smiles. "You want it don't you whore? You want nigga dick so bad you're lost to whitey forever." He wants to humiliate you more to draw you into his world, his world of sexual power.

He begins to pound into you. You are screaming, begging pleading your hands reaching to pull him down so you can hug him but, finding only air. He is in control. You legs come up so he can get in deep. You are being ripped open by the sheer size of his phallus. You thank him and tell him you love it. Your whole body from your clit to your nipples is on fire with wave after wave of pleasure as his cock fills you, splits you open, stretches you to the limit. For those few moments you truly love him, you have let him enter into your most secret place, you have become his to enjoy. It fills you with such a deep need to love him and to give to him. You are in another place. You see and feel only what is there between your legs, filling you, stretching you, giving you sweet pain with such sweet pleasure. For this moment in time you love this man. You want his baby, his need his approbation. You moan and say "Oh babe I want you, I want you so bad, please, please babe fuck me, fuck me fuck, me hard".

He just wants to use you for his pleasure. Knowing you are so wanting, gives him power, adds to his pleasure. He loves the control he now exerts, it excites him to see you so malleable, so submissive. He is Alpha Male breeding his white whore bitch. He fucks you hard and long. You cum and cum. You scream and scream at the intensity of what is churning you inside. All the mixed emotions you feel at the time of release consume your mind. Then he flops down heavy on you. With a wonderful groan of pleasure he holds his swollen black cock buried in your open vagina, unloading his seed deep into your womb, crushing you with his weight. You feel the hot wetness in your womb. You whisper. "Thank you darling, thank you, give it to me, give it all." You want every drop inside you. You lie crushed under his very large body. He gets his breath back. He has had his fill for now. He rolls over and lies on his back. His eyes are shut soaking up his pleasure. You lie beside him, your legs open, your pussy dripping cum down your ass crack onto the bed. You slip your hand down feeling the battered, swollen, open slippery mess down there realising why only black can now truly satisfy you.

You are his now. As he lies you look at that wonderful black thing, soft but still thick, lying on his black belly. It was that, that gave you so much pleasure all glistening from being in you. Sticky from his cum, you lean over and touch it. He looks up and smiles "Clean it bitch." You take it in your mouth. You suck the salty metallic fluids, cleaning him. He lies watching you as you lick and suck his testicles. He pushes you down opening his thighs making you lick down between his buttocks. You smell the mustiness of him. He pushes your head down firmly. You know what he wants. He is your master, your superior, so you lick his anus enjoying the pleasure it is giving him. You will always need his sexual power or one like him to fulfil you. You look down. Open your legs, thinking of the blackness that has been deep in you, shuddering at the pleasure you felt. You realise you will be back for more. Your life will never be the same again.

Later that night as you stand naked in front of him, your vagina all beaten up, your jaw sore from sucking his monster, he tells you the deal. You listen tired but excited to his list explaining your new role in life. It is controlling but excites for that reason. As you leave to get your taxi he says he will call. A small doubt hits your mind as you shut the door behind you. The male night receptionist gives you a funny look as you cross the empty lobby at 3:00am. The taxi driver thankfully tired keeps quiet leaving you to your thoughts full of reminders:- a swollen tender vagina; an aching jaw, a sore anus but best of all a sweet weariness of sexual relief and pleasure. You will sleep well.

And so starts a whole new lifestyle that will thrill, scare, excite, and surprise.