Hello, my wife is 26 years old, 5 foot 6, 110 pounds or so, shoulder length brownish/reddish hair (it is dyed blonde now). She is PhD student, very intelligent, very conservative. Only been with 3 men in her life. I am 27 years old, an attorney. We live in San Francisco. My fantasy goes like this; I set up a meeting between her and a black man (I tell her its a friend and to go have dinner with him because I am working late), for him to seduce her (she knows nothing about this), and I’ve told you to go ahead and fuck her. It blows up in my face when she absolutely loves it and becomes the biggest whore on the planet (starts banging many black men, gets piercings for them, tattoos etc, basically anything extreme/humilating/degrading that they/you can think of), and as it turns out she finds she loves being degraded and humiliated in public and private, and loves humilating me. I have enclosed a photo of her and would be willing to send more to her lovers. PS, I wish this really would happen.
She’s My Whore Now
by Namtrid

I didn’t think much of the West side’s Holiday Inn. I mean the lounge there is all right, and it was quiet enough there too for a Friday evening what with everyone staying closer to the coast for the view of the ocean. However the view in the lounge became incredibly terrific once this gorgeous blond babe who could have easily got a job on Baywatch came strutting in. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t dressed for any beach combing, not by a long shot. In fact, she was wearing a turtle necked sweater, a suit jacket, and matching pleated skirt that came down to her knees all made of lambs wool, and all gray save for some white trimming around the three coat pockets, beige stockings, and three inch gray paten leather pumps that matched her over the shoulder purse. Even so, anyone who really looked could tell that this woman had a body made just for fucking, and she was here to have dinner with me at her husband’s request no less.

Since I was the only black man in the place, and she had been told that she was to meet with a black man by her husband, she immediately walked over to where I was sitting, and joined me taking the chair across the coffee table from me.
“I gather that you are my dinner companion tonight,” she said, coming right to the point, and as I nodded the waitress came over and took her drink order before she continued, “I figured as much since you are the only black in the place.”
“Yeah, you could say that,” I replied, taking a sip of my drink, and was about to introduce myself when she interrupted me.
“I’m Pamela,” she stretched out her hand for me to shake, “and no, that’s not my real name, nor do I require your real name. So let me just call you Jake. Okay?”
“It’s your game,” I replied, “if that’s how you wanna play this. But I’ll tell you right off, I ain’t into lying, and so far that’s about all I’ve gotten from that upstanding lawyer type that you’re married to. So let me set you straight, and then if you want to leave, no hard feelings, and the drink is on me. How’s that sound?”
“Like a breath of fresh air,” she sighed as the waitress place her drink in front of her.
“First off, Pam, or do you prefer Pamela?”
“Pam’s fine.”
“Your husband paid me $5,000.00 cash to take you out to dinner at a fine restaurant to see if I could seduce your fine white married ass. And no, there isn’t anyone following me, nor does he want grounds for a divorce. He just wants to see you turned into a, how did he put it, oh yeah; “I want to see her become the biggest whore on the planet! A real craven, nigger loving all around fuck slutty bitch!” was the way I think he said it,” she nearly choked on her drink then hearing that. “Said he’d pay me five grand up front, and another five grand IF I succeeded, and he also said you would never know that he’d planned the whole thing.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep,” I replied, taking another sip of my scotch malt, “now I’ve already been paid the first five grand like I said, and our meal has already been ordered and prepaid for as well. So if you like, we can go eat, and then afterwards you can head for home. With no obligations on either side what so ever. Or if you prefer to eat alone, that’s fine too, my room here is paid for by him too, and so is everything I need for the whole rest of the weekend Pam, including a rental car.”
I had watched the steam rise from the top of that glistening blond head the whole time I had been talking, and I was extremely glad that the look on her face wasn’t directed at me either. You could almost see the gears in her mind ticking away in calculated scorn, verging on genius, with just a touch of sheer pissed off insanity. Pam definitely should never play poker, she didn’t have the face for it. Now I on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear without so much as showing a twitch. Women don’t like to be taken for granted by their husbands in any way shape or form, and daddy warbucks had just committed the ultimate sin against a woman as beautiful as Pam. By purchasing my services, without explaining it to his wife, he had as much as said to her; “You’re just not sexy enough to get another man interested in you without my paying for him.” When Pam’s face changed again, what I saw shinning out through her eyes then was not something I would have wished on my worst enemy, but then even my worst enemy isn’t a Lawyer.
“I’d love to join you for dinner Jake,” she said, then gulped down her whole drink in one swallow before adding as she put her drink down, “it will give us some time to get to know one another……more intimately, shall we say,” and there was no hiding that wicked grin on her face now, even if she wanted to, and I knew her ass, and everything else on her was mine.
I’ll give her this, she tried hard to get as drunk as a wino with twenty bucks cash on him, and maybe under other circumstances she would have. But we both knew she was going to go to bed with me back at the Holiday Inn after dinner, and I think that’s what kept her from getting blitzed. That and the fact that I had them water down her drinks for her. She’d just never done anything this outrageous, not even in college, nor anytime in her life had she gone out with a black man, let alone gone to bed with him. But she’d heard all the legends. Those tales told in smoke filled ladies powder rooms where no males dare to tread. And I saw the question coming even before she asked it.
“Is it true? I mean……what people say….about….”
“Nigger’s having great big horse sized cocks, you mean?” I finished for her.
“Well, er..yes.”
“Only one way to find out for sure Pam,” I replied, “but I’ll warn you ahead of time. If you’re seriously thinking of breaking the color barrier keep this old saying in mind: “Once they go black, they never turn back,” and no truer words were ever spoken.”
“I’m not very big…..um, down there,” she nearly squeaked it out, “I mean, if all the stories are true, I could get hurt, or damaged permanently, couldn’t I?”
There it was, at last out in the open, and she’d left it completely in my hands. If I said I wouldn’t hurt her, then she was ready to spread her legs for me. I’d already shown that I could be trusted, by not lying to her up front. However I wasn’t gonna bullshit Pam on this, because it very well could hurt, at least in the beginning, and I told her as much.
“There are no guarantees in life Pam. First off though, let me set you straight on one thing. Babies come from that little opening, and no cock on earth is as big as a baby, save maybe an elephant’s or a sperm whale’s, and the sperm whale no longer exists. Now I don’t know how large your ole man is down there, but if his brain is any comparison then I’d say you’ve been short changed by that needle dick the bug fucker, wouldn’t you?”
Pam’s nodding head agreeing with that last statement was the end of her husbands rule over her. She was ready, willing, and oh so finely able now. Her smile then, though meant just for me, was like a radiant morning sun rise lighting everything in sight.
“Let’s fuck, and say we didn’t,” I suggested, implying right then that her husband could keep his money, I just wanted her, and after all, it was the truth.
“Nope,” Pam said, putting down her fork and dabbing at her chin with the napkin thoughtfully, “let’s fuck, and tell the whole fucking world,” then she got up and excused herself to go to the ladies room.
I finished cleaning my plate of the gourmand meal, then ordered another drink, and was half way through with it when I felt her presence standing next to me on the right and just behind me. I’m sure it was just the scent of her fragrant perfume permeating the very air around me, but nevertheless, I turned, and beheld the new Pam for the very first time.
She was standing there waiting, and had this dazzling Mona Lisa smile on her face, and damn little else below that. Pam must have taken the time to change while in the ladies room because gone were the scratchy gray woolen’s, and in there place was a short silky black backless thing that clung to her flesh from the waist up to just above her erect nipples, and came down over her hips flowing to about mid thigh or higher. Gone also were the beige nylons, replaced by sheer black lacy things, and black ankle strapped stiletto high heels. Pam had also added a fresh coating of make-up to her face, only slightly less conservative, but expressive none the less. I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra now, and I wondered what, if anything she had on underneath that dress now.
“Damn!”
“You like?” She asked, knowing full well that I did.
“An outfit like that deserves to be seen in public,” I said, “care to go dancing?”
“I’d love to,” and she almost melted the next table’s desert when she said; “but I think we should go to your hotel room first and fuck. I want to have your cum running down the insides of my legs while we dance.”
I of course could only grin, leave a tip, and lead the way out of there to a waiting cab. The looks of envy on the faces of those around us was more than obvious to both of us, and we were no sooner in the taxi than your wife was pulling down my pant’s zipper, reaching in, and hauling out my slab of semi hard black meat Peter.
“Holy shit! Is that thing alive?” Her voice incredulous, but her face filled with a new hunger. Then suddenly, with the black cab driver looking on, she bent down, and kissed the head of my prick leaving a red lipstick imprint, then parted her pouting lips and slid her face down over my ebony pole just as natural as chicks gobbling worms for the first time.
“Um, where to, Sir?” The black cab driver asked watching your wife as she tried valiantly to swallow my big black prick whole hog right there at the curb.
“We’re going to the Holiday Inn West, but take your time, and make sure you go where plenty of people can catch this married white bitch sucking on my big black Nigger dick in here. And if you do a good job I’ll let you have sloppy seconds after you get off of work tonight. Okay?”
“YES, Sir!”

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I was half way to blowing my first nut in your wife’s face when we pulled into a well lit convenient style gas station/store that was really jumping with local traffic. Anyone who wanted to could just look in our cab and see that your white wife was sucking like a hungry calf at my 10 inch and thick mission statement Peter, and damn can that woman suck a dick.
Every time someone came close by I’d reach over and lift the hem of her dress up in back to reveal her naked white fanny in all of its glory, and grab and fondle that marbled white ass with my large black hands, even dipping a finger into her molten hot snatch to finger fuck her. And each time I did that the person looking in would go wide eyed in disbelief at what they saw, stop dead in there tracks for a moment, get a real good look, then smile at me before moving on. Several even coming back to get a closer look to see if they knew the woman, or just wanted to confirm that what they’d seen the first time wasn’t their imaginations gone wild.
And they all weren’t just men either Peter, though they were mostly white save for the guy who worked there, who came out to have a look for himself after hearing about it inside from his customers.
“You planning on staying in my parking lot all night?” He asked hopefully.
“Naw,” I replied, “just gathering up missionaries as I go along. We’re gonna be at the Holiday Inn West sometime after midnight if you’d care to join us for a drink.”
“I’ll close early,” he shot back.
“Room 769,” I said as the cab driver got back in the cab, and we pulled away.
“That’s two my dear,” I announced to your wife, “shall we make it three, or will that be sufficient for tonight?”
“Whatever you think is best,” Pamela said lifting her head up from my dick for the moment, “I’m your whore from now on.”
Man oh man Peter, she must have really been pissed at you, to say something like that when I hadn’t even slipped the dick into her pussy yet. I decided right then that it was time to see just how committed to doing this she really was.
“Pull over to the side of the road, driver,” I told the cabby, right after he had gotten onto the freeway.
“Yes Sir!”
“Oh, and be ready for a fast getaway if we have to,” I instructed him as he stopped the cab, and I pulled Pamela out of the passenger side with me after lifting her head from my lap.
“What say we do it right here over the hood of the cab Pamela, so that every car going by will see you getting shanked by a big black Nigger.”
She didn’t say a thing, just came into me and kissed me for the first time. One of those kinds of kisses meant for sailors who come home after six months at sea. Where tongues duel, and you feel like your soul is being sucked right out of your flesh. That kind of kiss Peter. The kind that lead to other delights.
In moments I had her up on the taxi’s hood with her legs around my back as she pulled her dress out of the way then guided me to her vulva, and helped me to get that first inch inside of her. It was definitely tight inside of there, but her pussy stretched out around the head of my dick just like I’d told her it would, and with her fears now gone, I slowly entered her one inch at a time. It got incredibly tight once I passed the five inch mark, and I knew I was in virgin territory then, so I took it much easier going in from that point on. Again, once she saw that I wasn’t going to intentionally hurt her your Pamela relaxed. Still kissing all this while, and clinging to each other I at last bumped up against the end of that slippery wet tight white hole. That’s when her breath rushed out of her breaking our first kiss.
“Ooooooooooophhh! I think I just met a Sperm Whale! I hope it’s all in there because I think you’re tickling my liver with the head of your dick Jake!”
“It’s all in, Pam,” I said soothingly, grinning back at her, “and see, it fits just like I said it would.”
“Yeah, huh,” She giggled, “and now I know what giving birth will feel like.”
I didn’t argue with that, just chuckled and closed in for another kiss as I took hold of her ass with both hands, and slowly eased half way back out, then back in. Half way out and back in I stroked as I felt her cuming already just from having my black cock inside of her pussy out there on the freeway Peter. I, or rather you, had created one very hot lady/whore, and I was glad then that I hadn’t taken off my suit jacket the way her nails were raking my back as she shot off like a rocket into the orgasm zone.
I started to use longer strokes then, and also picked up the pace. She’d said she wanted to go dancing with my cum running down the insides of her finely honed long elegant legs, and now was as good a time as any to make that a reality. She no sooner came down from that first orgasm than she was well into her second as I continued to plow that little white slit of hers into a full blown furrow.
Car lights passed like streamers whizzing by as we fucked like two animals in the road, with the occasional horns blaring from truckers, and automobiles as they saw what we were up to. We fucked there out on the side of the interstate for fifteen minutes before I finally blasted my first wad deep inside of that tight fiery wet fissure, and right up against her cervix, the entrance to your wife’s womb. Which is where most of my massive load went I’m sure, as it dribbled out of her the rest of the night, just the way she’d wanted.
Pamela came right along with me too, and this orgasm must have been the real bell ringer, as she shuddered and shook, trembling like a sail lufting in the wind in epileptic like seizures, and groaning as if she were Atlas himself lifting up the world onto his shoulders for the very first time. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced this kind of thing with your wife before, but I swear her pussy started sucking on my dick like it was trying to milk me dry. Her cunt lining like little rippling waves massaging the full length of my shaft the whole time she was climaxing as I poured my Nigger seed into her white vagina. And at last we broke from that second kiss, and the world around us returned to reality.
“I think we’re ready to go dancing now,” she sighed with this really contented cat just ate the mouse smile.
“I think you may be right about that,” I replied, and pulled out of her.
It was like a dam had just burst the way her cunt evacuated then, running down the right front fender like a foaming white waterfalls to the ground below, some even catching on the tire and drooling down in slime runners on it.
“Damn Jake! You are part stallion!” And we both laughed then, and she gave me a loving peck on the lips as I helped her off the hood, and without bothering to wipe up she got right into the back seat of the cab with me, and we drove off towards the nightlife with her once again bent down licking and sucking at my big black prick.

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The cab driver said he knew a great place to go if I wanted to show her off while dirty dancing, and he at last introduced himself as Big Mike. I thought the name most appropriate because he filled in the front seat of that taxi like a Rhino sitting in a VW. Not fat mind you, just fucking big, with muscles on his muscles, and like me, he too shaved his head to keep cool. (I found out later that he played full back at UCLA, and was being considered for the pros first draft when he graduates next year. Big Mike, as it turned out, was just one of his nick names.)
“What do you call this place Mike?” I asked.
“The Hilton Harlem.”
“Sounds most appropriate,” I replied, “don’t you think, dear?”
But all Pamela did was nod her head, and kept on sucking my dick.
The place was well named as it looked as clean and elegant as any real Hilton Hotel ever has, and the people who went in were both blacks and whites, coupled separately together, and a few, like Pamela and I, but all dressed for a night on the town, and there wasn’t a pair of blue denims in the place.. However it had to be the music there that had brought them all together, as there was a live R&B group playing, called the Soul Connection. Big Mike had grabbed a sport jacket from the trunk, and with his white turtle neck sweater he fit right in with us.
We had just gotten to our table, and I ordered drinks, a Pepsi for Mike, a beer for me, and a fuzzy navel for Pamela, when the group started to play an Otis Redding song that just seemed perfect for the occasion, since we were in San Francisco anyway, even if removed from the bay area proper.
“Care to dance?” I asked, holding out my right hand to Pamela as she took the first sip of her drink.
Now we would find out just how serious she was about that statement of hers about dancing with my cum running down her legs so that everyone could see and know that I’d just fucked the shit out of this sexy married white lady. But she nearly jumped up and dragged me to the dance floor then, and once out there, the only couple on the floor I might add, she melted into me, pressing her barely concealed flesh up against mine molding herself to me. I could have sworn I could even feel her nipples poking into me she was so close, and I know I felt her heat below as she followed me around the floor with her cunt pressed up against my right thigh the whole damn time we were out there.
Her hair smelled of spring time, and flowers dipped in a rainstorm, and she’d applied fresh perfume, and make-up right after we’d arrived. I don’t know if it was accidental, whether in my mind I’d preconceived it, but as we danced my hands ended up on Pamela’s butt cheeks holding, and squeezing them like two small basket balls together, and that caused her to snuggle in even closer, if that was possible. So I raised my hands upward drawing the bottom of the silky dress up as I did, and gave everyone in there a view of what I consider the most perfect female derriere in the entire world. The sudden round of applause as the music continued to play said that a lot of people in there agreed with me. I could feel her smile at my chest then, and I would have been contented to hold onto that moment for the rest of my life, Peter. So if for nothing else, I thank you for that. I didn’t let the back of the dress fall back in place until the song was over, and we returned to our seats, but I did keep my hands there on her ass the rest of the time out there.
We only had taken a sip of our drinks when a fast tune came on, and Big Mike asked for the honors this time, and away she went. Now the song may have been faster than the one we’d just danced, but that didn’t stop Big Mike from getting his feels in. Oh no. In fact it was like watching those beboppers the way he twirled her around out there, showing just about everything Pam has to an appreciative audience in the process, and putting his hands on her everywhere to boot before the song ended and they returned laughing, and giggling to the table with beads of perspiration popping out on their foreheads.
“Damn! This girl can dance!” Big Mike said.
“She sure the hell can,” said a new voice, “who’s your friends Mike?”
“Hey Rick!” Yelled Big Mike, and got up and picked the lanky black gentleman straight up off the floor in a big bear hug before putting him back down and introducing us. “I’d like you to meet my latest fare, that Jake, he’s the money man, and this is Pamela, she’s his money maker.”
For a moment there I thought Big Mike had blown it for us with that last remark, but one look at Pamela, and damn if Big Mike hadn’t scored big with that comment. Most women, even those stepping out on their husbands with their husband’s permission don’t like being called a prostitute, and that’s pretty much what Big Mike had introduced her as to his friend, the owner of the Hilton Harlem as it turned out.
“Indeed,” Rick arched his left eyebrow as he shook Pam’s hand, then looking at me said, “you are richer than anyone in this room then.”
I thought Pamela was gonna melt to the floor and leave only a puddle at that piece of flattery.
“You sir, are so very right,” I replied, adding my vote to his, “would you care to join us?”
“Well, I only have time for a dance,” he said, then looked to Pam, and nodded towards the dance floor.
Pam looked at me, and I nodded my okay, as was appropriate for the situation, and off she went again. It was another fast dance, but not as fast as the last one, and I swear they almost did the dirty right out there on the dance floor the way Rick went about it, and when they returned to our table there was a wet spot on his right thigh from Pam’s cunt no less, but he wore it like it were the medal of honor.
“We’re staying at the Holiday Inn West over night Rick, and we’d love to have you join us there for drinks after you close up your place,” I offered.
“I may not get there until two in the morning,” he replied, as if that were a concern.
“That’s okay, we’ll still be partying, just bring along whatever you want to drink, and Pam here will provide for everything else you might require.”
“I’ll be there,” he said, and we shook hands on it just before I took Pam out for another slow song, and this time while we were out there, I had my finger in her cunt the whole time.
By the time ten o’clock rolled around we had to get out of there, and go back to the hotel, or end up fucking in the men’s room, and I figured we had enough players for the night then as things stood anyway, so we departed, and headed for the hotel room at last.

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I suppose Pamela was in rare form, because as we entered the lobby three abreast with her in the middle she grabbed a hand full of both Big Mike’s and my ass at the same time. The looks we got from those white people in the lobby was absolutely priceless Peter. We were a walking Oreo cookie with Pam in the middle as the cream filling, and everyone, and I mean everyone there knew we were taking your wife up to my room to fuck the shit out of her. Hell, the elevator doors hadn’t even closed and your wife already had both of our cocks out and was jerking off our two black tree trunks in her delicate lily white hands as she smiled out at the people staring at us in dumb founded amazement, and the last thing they saw as the doors slowly closed was her going down on her knees opening her mouth to take Big Mike in.
“Whore!” Came from the little old lady sitting in the chair nearest the elevator at the very last moment.
However I did see Pamela’s mouth close over that monolith, and that really was one hell of a sight. They don’t call him Big Mike for nothing Peter, and his actual physical build aside, the guy was hung like a damn mule. Unlike me, he was circumcised, and while my dick tapers at the end getting thicker as it gets nearer my pubic hairs, Mike was just plain fucking big all over. Almost the thickness of a beer can, and it had to be over a foot in length. I don’t know how she got the head in her mouth, let alone the first six inches of that hog leg, but she did. Pam’s gag reflex kicked in several times on the way up to our floor, but she never once took her mouth off of that big black cock stretching her lips out until the doors spread open wide. Then she just stood up, and we headed for my room with two cocks in hand, and both of them hard as a pike pole.
Since I had already fucked Pam out on the high way, I was magnanimous, and handed your wife over to Big Mike, after first getting a look of concern from her which I basically shrugged off as old jitters from before.
“Babies, remember,” I whispered in her ear kissing the back of her neck, then releasing her into Big Mike’s care.
Pam wasn’t totally convinced, but she was a most willing pupil, and luckily, Big Mike is one of those large men who, when with a woman as petite as your wife is, becomes a great big cuddly Teddybear lover. Leading Pam to the edge of my spare bed he reached down and took the hem of her black silken dress and lifted it up slowly. The tops of her black lacy nylon thigh highs came into view right away, as did the rivulets of my last visit along the insides of her upper thigh, and from then on there was nothing but flesh, and a tiny tuft of manicured pubic hair. Not blonde to be sure, but fascinatingly a brownish red like the famed burning bush, and it was shaped like an elongated diamond pointing to and away from her delightfully perky clitoris. Eaten pussy for sure.
The dress continued upward then, along tight yet softly supple curved muscled flesh, up still higher exposing her jade like belly button, and higher still until it unfurled to expose Pam’s ripe firm luscious mammies capped with those erect pink nipples that had been poking out of her thin dress all night. How can I liken them? To say they were melon like, or to compare those breasts to any fruit, would cheapen them, they were just too magnificent, not overly large for her build by any means, but more than a hand full to be sure. No, they were more like the breasts we might envision mother earth having, you know, those perfect round symmetrical twin halves of the sun, or moon depending on the time of the day. Yes, they were just perfect for Pamela’s hour glass figure, and they weren’t there by any plastic surgeon’s hands either.
Big Mike finally slipped the dress up and off of Pamela then, and let it fall to the floor beside them, and now it was Pamela’s turn to undress him, and her fingers flew over the buttons, snaps and zippers until Big Mike stood there before her like a living mountain of pure chocolate. I guess your Pamela has a real sweet tooth because she once again gobbled down that massive chocolate bar, trying to sword swallow it whole just one last time. That she failed isn’t important, that she was willing to try is.
Seeing her at last give up, Big Mike pulled her up onto her feet, then picked her up, and gently laid her down full length on the bed before climbing in-between her open arms and spread wide silky white thighs. There was a moment of hesitation on Pamela’s part, then she reached down between them, and guided Big Mike’s dick right to the entrance of her vagina, parting the lips with one hand as she pulled his dick head into her slit with the other. Pushing forward a bit with his hips, and concentrating a steady but gentle strain Big Mike succeeded in getting the head all the way in, but the effect was that Pam’s pussy bulged out around it like a balloon being poked at with a finger.
“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt, it just needs a little stretching out is all,” Pamela said with a grin as sweat beaded her brow, “just go real slow Mike until I get used to you.”
He nodded and looked down at where they were connected, and she rotated her hips managing to take in another half of an inch on her own.
“See, it’ll fit,” and we all laughed at that.
It took over half an hour before Big Mike finally bottomed out inside of your wife, with over three inches still hanging out side, but he was more than happy, as was Pamela. From that moment on Pamela became the whore you wanted her to be Peter, but she became my whore then Peter, not yours. Mine and any other black man who wanted her, as slowly but surely Big Mike’s cock pulled back out, then pushed back in, and Pamela began cuming on the second stroke, as she let loose with a screaming hiss of triumph.
“Yeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!
It was then that Big Mikes thick lips joined her pouting ones for a long sensual tongue duel silencing her, and her arms and legs went up around behind the big black mountain of a man and clung to him as if for dear life. Slowly but surely those thrusts got longer, and became faster paced until Big Mike’s cock was thrusting 9 full inches at a shot in and out of her leaving only one inch inside, and barreling down that long snug tunnel to the bottom, and nudging into her cervix with every damn thrust.
Pamela couldn’t stop cuming, she just kept on going like the energizer fuck bunny, her claws raking Mikes back causing welts, her heels pounding at his black ass as if mounted on a horse and kicking its sides to run faster. Had it been most any other man Mike might have cuffed her one, but I think he was really getting into your wife’s energetic passion, and only picked up the pace some more. In and out, in and out, over and over again like an automatic well digger he pumped that white pussy with his big black cock Peter, and I swear it looked to be going in deeper every time he did. I know her body was bouncing up and down frantically, and every time he came down Pamela’s ass was embedded deeper and deeper into that mattress.
Since it looked like the two of them were going to be a while I picked up the phone in the room and ordered drinks from room service. Then when the drinks arrived I signed for them like you told me to, and put them on the dresser. I got a weird look from the porter though, but perhaps that was because of the number of drinks I ordered, and not the moaning and groaning Pamela was making behind me on the bed with Big Mike. With my drink in hand I turned on the television real low, so as not to disturb them, then relaxed sitting back in the chair sipping my drink.
What’s that? You want more details? Hey, they fucked solid for two fucking hours almost, and by then the gas station attendant arrived, and he took two hours fucking Pamela, but then of course by the time he left, Rick got there.
Now as I said, Rick is a lanky man, even in a suit you can tell he’s skinny as a rail, and not much taller than Pamela’s 5′ 6″ in height, but he’s a real lover all right. However by then Pamela’s pussy was all stretched out and soggy from her last three different black cocks, so he had something else in mind for her. Getting undressed, he folded his clothes neatly and hung them up in the closet giving both of us plenty of time to see his equipment.
Yeah, I know, you never look, right. Bullshit. Anyway, Rick has what I call a snake for a cock, and I don’t mean a boaconstricter either. It’s all of a foot in length, but as skinny as the rest of him. So when he rolled your wife over onto her stomach to take her anally, I just gave her a shrug. After all, she could just say no, and that would be the end of it. There was a tube of KY jelly on the night stand, and she saw him reach for it, and lube himself up first. Then he came over to her and did the finger dance on Pamela’s spincter.
You should have seen her wriggle her butt back at him when he stuck first one, then two, and three fingers into your wife’s asshole Peter. I knew then that there wasn’t much that she’d say no to when it came to black men, and I started to give that some real thought after that. The TV was forgotten now, they were only playing old black and white movies by then anyway, and I was turned watching them now, and decided to get into the act if only verbally.
“Hold open your ass cheeks for him Pamela,” I coached, and sure enough your wife reached behind her and pulled her heart shaped butt cheeks wide apart right away.
“Good girl,” I said, “now raise your butt up a bit. Show him that you want his Nigger dick to fuck you in your tight married white ass, baby. Yeah, like that, now beg him to fuck your married white booty, and let’s hear you say please too.”
“Ooooooohhhh please Rick! Stick your big long Nigger dick up my married white ass! Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssse! I want it dirty!”
Pamela didn’t have to ask Rick twice, and I watched as he carefully brought his greased up black roto-ruter snake right up against that winking teeny, tiny little greased hole. The with patience, like those who fucked your wife before that evening, Rick slowly forced the head of his dick in. However he had no intention of stopping with just the head, and he kept on going until his ball sack lay up against Pamela’s sloppy slit underneath.
“Ooooooooooooooooooo sshhhhhhhhiiiiittttttttt!” Pamela groaned as it went in, but whether in pain or pleasure or both, she never said, she just got up on her hands and knees then, and started rocking back and forth in the doggy position.
“That’s it bitch, fuck back at that nigger dick,” I cheered, “I can see now that you really get into it when the dirt turns to mud, don’t ya.”
“Yesssssss! Ooooooooooo, yessssssssss! Fuck may ass baby! It feels soooooooooooooo fucking gooooooooooooooooood!”
“You ever let the ole man,” meaning you Peter, “fuck you in the ass?”
“Noooo, no never!” Pamela groaned still rocking, and she looked so damn fucking sexy with her wonderful titties gently swaying as she rocked her tight white fanny back and forth, back and forth, and then she added, “and he never will either!”
There was no doubt about her resolve now, and Rick and I did a silent high five over her back then. We had her fine white ass now for sure. She was strictly Nigger Pussy from now on, and the way she said; “and he never will either!” well, if you’d have been there Peter, heard the vindictive in her voice? Well, you would have surely whimpered, and buried your head in the toilet bowl before flushing. And believe me, when she talked about you from then on, if she talked about you at all, it was to say what a low life scum bag you were, or even worse. Why she called you everything but a lawyer she was so pissed off at you. Oh, that’s right, you are a lawyer.
Back and forth, she rocked, and on each backward thrust as she buried that black prick up her fine white ass she would revolve her hips and grind back into Rick’s kinky pubic hairs. No fool that man, he just let her fuck herself that way, and stood his ground holding on to her hips, or reaching around to tweak at her pink nipples, her hair flying around her head in waves as she began to really whip her butt back against his abs.
“Oooooooooooooh! Oh, uhn, yes, so good! Gonna cum! Gonna cum with your dick…. up my ass!”
“That’s it slut! Fuck your own ass with that nigger dick! Show us what a low life cunt motherfucking bitch you can be!”
I thought right then that she was really getting off on all the verbal abuse Peter, because she started cuming right then, and real hard too.
“Damn! This bitches ass is trying to suck me right in, man!”
“You hear that Pamela? Looks like your ole man turned you into a whore after all!”
“AAaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!”
She jammed the pillow in her mouth then and trembled all over like a leaf, and that’s when Rick took over, and began to really shag her ass good.
“That’s it Rick! Fuck the filthy whore! Jam that nigger dick up her ass so far that she can suck the shit off the end of it! And after you finish cuming up that fine booty, give the slut a piss enema!”
I guess all the dirty talk was just too much for the both of them as that’s when Rick shot his load up your wife’s ass Peter. You’d have thought someone had just pressed two live wires to her flesh the way Pamela started jerking right then on the end of Rick’s prick in epileptic like convulsions.
All too soon, at least as far as Rick was concerned, it was over, and they lay there piled up on one another on my spare bed like two rag dolls. Pam had passed out, though I’m not sure whether from exhaustion, or the powerful orgasm that bulldozered over her. Rick pulled out after he caught his breath, wiped the slime off of his dick on her bare butt, then took a shower and went home to his own wife leaving us alone at last.
Since Pamela was passed out so prettily, I took off my clothes, and eased my dick right up her well lubricated butt hole without any protests, then rolled us both over onto our right sides, and fell asleep spooned together with her. It was already Saturday morning, and the sun would be peeking in through the wide open window soon, and I had a long day scheduled for the both of us. If she woke up she’d find that I was in her ass, and that she could take me there without being torn to shreds. And if by chance she wanted to fuck my prick with her ass from that point on, she was more than welcome to. In fact, I expected to be able to take that fine white ass from now on whenever I wanted to without complaint. After all, she’d said she was my whore now, right?
As it turned out she woke me up only three hours later with my laying on my back and her sitting on top of me as she did deep knee bends, fucking herself in the ass with my cock as she diddled her own pussy.

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End Part I of “She’s My Whore Now” © Namtrid
When I woke up at last, the sun was already halfway up the window, and Pamela, she must have showered already as her hair was still wet, well Pamela was sucking on my dick, and almost to the root too. I gently pushed her head off of my erection.
“What’s the matter?” She asked, in that wonderful insecure, but sultry voice of hers. “Tired of me already, now that you’ve had every hole I own?”
“No, but I do have to pee,” I said, rolling out of bed, “and where did all this possessive bull shit come from? You’re a married woman Pamela.”
“Yeah, but I’m your whore now,” she replied, pouting, then added, “aren’t I?”
“Well, in a way, I suppose you were last night,” I stood there over her, “but you can go home now, you’ve gotten back at your ole man. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love it if you really became my permanent slut, but you were drunk last night. I won’t hold you to promises made under the influence. And besides, if you were my whore, well, let’s just put it this way, I wouldn’t have to go to the bathroom now to take a piss, and that isn’t even the half of it. I ain’t your husband, so I don’t own you, or owe you shit. However if you became my whore willingly, I would, and I’m not sure a lady like you could take that kind of humiliation, and what with your IQ why should you.”
It’s funny, with women, all you have to do is be up front with them, talk to them, and listen, really listen to what they are saying to you, and hell, they’ll do anything, and I mean anything for you for the rest of their lives, even turn tricks on a street corner if you ask them to. Pamela is probably one of the most intelligent women I will ever meet in my life, but what she did next would have blown your mind away. I was still standing next to the edge of the bed when she crawled over on her hands and knees cat like, took hold of my prick in her left hand, and looked up at me with adoration in her eyes.
“You don’t have to go to the bathroom to pee,” Pamela said then, and opened her mouth wide leaving my dickhead resting on her lower lip and pointing straight down along her tongue.
“You really sure about this, bitch?” I asked, in pimp mode, and before she could nod her head in agreement I explained further. “I’m not a man whose willing to take any shit off of his whore, I expect nothing less than absolute loyalty, even over your husband. I’ll humiliate you, even in public, but I’ll never physically abuse you, even though I might verbally do so. And I expect complete, and prompt obedience from any woman wanting to be my whore, and don’t expect the same in return cause you won’t get it. You’ll become my property, like so much furniture really, and nothing more, and you’ll lick any Nigger’s ass clean, or fuck or suck any black man I tell you to, or any other cock I tell you to for that matter, even if it’s the guard dog at Kmart’s on a Sunday morning in the middle of the parking lot. Is that understood?”
Pam hesitated, as she well should have, and I was patient, waiting for her to make this commitment all on her own. Up to this point it had just been her seeking some fleshy excitement, and a little revenge on her husband. If she went through with this, she would be admitting, at least to herself, that she really was a low life Nigger’s white trash whore from now on. But like I told her right at the beginning of our relation, even warned her, “Once you go black you can never turn back.” I guess that very thought was going through her head at that moment too.
“I don’t want to go back,” She said, and to confirm it, she wrapped her lips around my dick making a seal so that nothing I put in her mouth would escape, and that being the case, I at last released my bladder and pissed down your wife’s throat to seal our deal, Peter.
Pam’s throat worked over time to swallow my urine as fast as it came, and she didn’t lose a drop either. Then when I was through pissing I grabbed hold of her blond mane and started fucking her face for real, calling her every kind of filthy whore I could think of, and promising her that she would rue the day her husband sent her to meet me. Eventually I let go of her mane of hair and made her do all the work while I played with her titties, and tweaked her nipples.
“When you get finished sucking out my wad,” I said, “I’m going to take you shopping, and spend every dime of the money your husband gave me so far. I’m going to have these nipples pierced, and your pussy too, and I’m going to have you tattooed as well so that everyone when they see that tattoo will know just what kind of a woman you really are, Pam. Oh, and by the way, I’ve decided to change your pretend name too. From now on you’re just Pretty Pussy, or Pussy for short. Got that?”
She nodded her head promptly, and damned if she wasn’t smiling around my cock as she sucked it all the way in for the very first time, tickling her nose against my pubic thatch. My prick was down her fucking throat, and I blew my first load of the new day dumping it down her gullet.
“Now that’s what I call a real blow job, bitch,” I commented, “from now on, any thing less and I’ll know you ain’t trying. Now get up, and get dressed while I take a shower. That big ole purse you brought must have at least one more change of clothes in it.”
Indeed, it surely did, and when I came out of the shower there was this girl in long blond pig tails wearing a pair of cut offs that were only held together in the crotch area by the seam, and split her ass and pussy up the middle perfectly, along with a white blouse that was unbuttoned and tied up under her breasts like a halter top, and she had a pair of high platformed clogs on her feet that were little more than sandals. Pussy looked like some young teen next door Playboy centerfold image standing there waiting for me on wide spread legs, with hands on hips, her face made up in the most un-conservative manner now as if advertising her new whorey status in life.
“That’s better,” I said grinning, “now you look more like a whore, or almost. But we’ll fix that. Grab our stuff, we’re leaving. I don’t know if we’ll be back here either.”
Pussy did exactly as she was told, and I helped her with my things, then we headed for that rental car of yours out in the parking lot, and drove off together. Now I have this friend of mine who has his own place right down town, a little corner shop called Tatter’s Tattoos & Piercings. He learned his trade overseas from the finest tattoo artists, and piercing jewelers in the world. He weighs in at close to 300lbs, and believe me it isn’t all muscle either, though a great deal of it is. He’s so black and ugly that it almost defines the KKK’s definition of what a nigger looks like, but he’s the best, at least here in America, at what he does, and an artist in his own right at that. He has tattoos all over his body, but you can’t hardly tell because he’s so damned black, and he brags that he’s tattooed every biker babe in the state of California, and at least half of those elsewhere, and nobody doubts it since there is usually a woman in there getting a tattoo when you drive by.
The walls heavy with pictures of real tattoos, and the racks in the middle showing designs for customers to chose from, while the counter on the left was filled with gold and silver jewelry for adorning human flesh permanently, locked up of course. There are two chairs in Tatter’s shop, one in the front window for tattoos and piercings that are, for the most part, placed in modest parts of the human anatomy, and the other chair way in back, for the more intimate stuff. He uses both frequently.
“MY MAN!” Tatter yelled to me from behind the counter reading a comic book as I entered his store, and for the first time that I could ever recall he wasn’t busy with a customer. “What can I do for you and this vine ripe goddess you got hanging with you?”
“I need to see your finest gold,” I said, then laughing added, “and not the shit you pawn off on the locals either. I’ve been bragging to Pretty Pussy about you all the way here.”
“That so? Well, let’s go see what I have in back then,” and he led the way to a black curtain, then went right through with us in close pursuit.
It was where he lived, and it was as neat as a pin, and could have been featured in Home & Gardens. The motif was oriental, with rattan and wicker everywhere, and with the walls painted white, and the wall of windows facing the sea it gave a refreshing air of comfort to any visitor. He stopped at the coffee table which was a large hand carved teakwood trunk, pulled out a set of keys and unlocked then opened it. Inside there was nothing but glitter and gold, rare gems set by the man himself in all manner of gold pieces, rings and such, each with its own price tag stringed to it.
“Take your pick,” he said, then sat down on the couch.
I took in everything at a glance, and was drawn instantly to a gold ring with a one or two karat glowing red ruby diamond mounted in it. It wasn’t overly large, and had a smaller mate right next to it. The price for the two was three grand.
“What are these two for?” I asked picking them up and handing them to Tatter.
“Ah, now you do have good taste don’t ya my man. The larger ring is for piercing of a nipple, and the smaller one is it’s mate, and that’s for piercing the hood that covers the lucky woman’s clit. The price for both is $3,000.00, but if it’s going on her,” and he pointed to Pussy, “I’ll knock $500.00 off the price just for the privilege of doing the piercing.”
“No need for that, we’ll pay full price, and for the service as well. And I want to have you tattoo her as well. I just don’t know what with yet.”
He got up then, and went over and grabbed what looked like a photo album off of a shelf and brought it over handing it to me.
These are all one of a kinds. Meaning no one else will be given these tattoos by me. Once you pick it, I pull it from this book and put in the registered one. Why don’t you look through it, while I take pussy here and get her attached to her new jewelry.
“Will it hurt much?” Pussy inquired.
“Naw, I numb the area first with two locals, the first is a swab on, the other you won’t even feel then I do the piercing. However you may be sore later for a couple days when the anesthetic wears off.”
“Oh, didn’t I mention it, Tatter is a real doctor too,” I said, then grinned.
“This is just more fun,” he said answering the question she wanted to ask as he guided her to the back of his store.
Now while the doctor did his work, I went through the album, and damned if I didn’t find just the right tattoo on the last page. Even the suggested location in the lower left hand corner was perfect, and when the two of them returned I showed Tatter which one I wanted.
“You’re kidding, right?” He asked, just to make sure.
“Why?”
“Well, for one, I don’t think it will look right on this one, not where I’ve suggested at least. No, on her I’d put it on her right rump, just below the dimple she has back there.”
He had a point, and I gave it some thought, then finally agreed with him. He took the artwork out of the book then, and we all went back to the back of his store this time to the special chair, and Tatter had Pussy lower her cut-offs before laying face down on the dentist’s like chair/table as he got his stuff ready.
“Okay now miss, I’m going to swab a little of that same stuff on your back side, but that’s all, so you’ll feel a little tickle, or tingling as I apply the tattoo, and it might even sting a bit, but no matter what, don’t move until I say it’s okay. Understand?”
“I’m ready,” Pussy said, nodding her head in understanding.
The tattoo took longer to do than the piercings did, but when Tatter was finished I was amazed at the art work, and precision detailing. It was a rather simple tattoo really, two rings, the outer one green, the inner one red, with the letters in-between them in dark blue, the center was colored half black half white in the shape of the karate symbol, the one that looks like two sperm cells inverted like the number 69, and the writing in blue said: Grade “A” Nigger Pussy, between the two rings. He’d been right about the location too. This tattoo would show whenever she wore any kind of thong style bikini, or panties. As yet, Pamela had no idea of what the tattoo looked like. So when Tatter was finished I showed her the card with the design.
“Shit! How big is it?”
“About the size of the picture in your hand,” Tatter answered, “or two inches in diameter at the most. Someone would have to be up close to be able to read it, and if they are that close, well, does it really matter then?”
She started giggling at that, and got up to put her cut offs on.
“Not just yet dear,” I said, stopping her from getting dressed, and getting my first look at the ring in her cunt, “you have to pay doc first. And I don’t mean in money. I’m paying for the jewelry, and the tattoo, but doc’s labor needs to be paid for still, and that’s where you come in, right doc?”
“Yes indeedy!” And Tatter took the cut-offs from her, and led her through the black curtain into his living quarters, with a last word to me as he did, “keep an eye on the shop for me, would you, we’ll only be a while.”
Luckily no one came in while they were in back because you could hear Pretty Pussy moaning and groaning in concert with Tatter’s squeaky bed springs the whole time, and they were back there fucking for a solid hour. Then they took another half an hour to shower together before coming out front.
“Thank you my dear,” Tatter said as he escorted her to my side, “and feel free to come to my shop any time. Even if just for a visit.”
They kissed Hollywood style, and then we were out the door and on our way to my place. I live in a wonderfully ethnically integrated neighborhood, and have great neighbors who know when to come over, and when to leave me the hell alone. It’s a modern structure, made to withstand a 7.6er or better they tell me, and looks like an old classic brownstone two story at that.
“This is your place?” Pamela asked incredulous, once we were inside.
“Yep, all mine, lock stock and paid off mortgage,” I replied, “how do you like it?”
“Exactly what is it you do for a living?” She asked in reply.
“Nothing anymore, I’m retired now, but when I did work, I designed software, and later became CEO of the company I owned before selling it to Bill Gates. I mostly just write now in my spare time. Why?”
She couldn’t help herself and began laughing so hard she was actually rolling on the floor with an extreme fit of the giggles. I let her be, and went to fetch myself a couple of fingers of Glenlevet on the rocks. By the time I returned to the living room Pussy was almost back to normal again.
“I’m terribly sorry,” though she didn’t look it, just impish mostly, “can I gather that my husband has no idea of who you really are?”
“That’s pretty much it,” I replied, “we met at the mission, while I was down there giving them a hand. I can make pot luck taste like a rare gourmand treat, and they let me cook whenever I want. I guess he thought I worked there or something even worse, but I listened to his request, and thought it was amusing enough to at least meet you.”
“Is that a real Rembrant?” She pointed.
“No, I lent the real one to the museum. They can afford the security for it, and the insurance, and I get a tax break to boot for lending it to them to display. The same goes for the rest of the artwork in my house.”
“So. What’s next?” She inquired.
“First off, your room, when you are here, is at the top of the stairs and the third door down the hall on the left. You can take your things up there, and that’s also where you will keep the clothes I buy for you from now on. When you come here after this weekend be sure to bring a change of clothes to go home in. There are some things already up there that might fit you, and what doesn’t feel free to give away to the Salvation Army. Your room has a full bath, including a bidet I might add, but the Jacuzzi is in my room which is where you’ll sleep when you aren’t working on your back in your room.”
“You really intend to whore me out?” She asked timidly.
“I thought we’d already established that fact,” I replied, “however you may have gotten the wrong impression. I don’t expect you to sell for more than two bits a shot. No, don’t be offended, you are definitely worth hundreds, thousands of times more, but that isn’t the point. There’s a great big old glass jar by the side of your bed, and each person who has sex with you on that bed will put a quarter in the jar.”
When she still looked perplexed I explained further.
“You’re a married woman, dear. That means your husband has to be compensated something for the use of his marriage privileges, right?”
You know, Peter, as long as I live I swear I’ll never understand women, I mean I barely finish explaining things in detail logically, and she’s back rolling on the floor giggling again. Who knew?
“When you’re done having your fit, go check out your room while I go fix us some lunch. See if you can find a nice evening gown that will fit, we’re going to a party later tonight, and if we have to we’ll have just enough time to go find one if there isn’t.”

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“Shit! You didn’t tell me it was here!” Pamela said as we pulled into the driveway of a rather exclusive estate, “I know these people! They know me!”
“And they know your husband too, right?” I asked.
“Well yes, but……..hmmmmmm, you’re right, this should be fun. They aren’t my friends after all, there his business acquaintances.”
“Besides, no one will recognize you the way you’ve made up your face,” I said, “nor in the outfit you’re almost wearing. Not to mention that you’ll be with a black man.”
“That’s true, these people are petty at best, and snobs at worst.”
“Good, then you won’t mind.”
“Mind what?”
“Putting on a show for them, of course. Oh, didn’t I tell you? You’re the entertainment for the bachelor party they’re giving here tonight.”
“Oh geesh!”
She rolled up her eyes then and followed me as we went around to the back entrance leading to steps that went down into what looked like a small back stage area. There was a couch and two chairs on the stage, and it was set up like a front room might look in an apartment.
“What am I supposed to do?” Pussy asked me.
“What do whores usually do?” I replied sarcastically, then added: “Don’t worry, they’ve arranged for your sex partner already. Your job is to make it look good. Understand?”
And that’s when your wife’s co-star showed up Peter. He only stood a little under four feet tall at the tips of his ears, but that’s mostly because he was down on all four legs. I’m sure he stood much taller on his two hind ones.
“You’re kidding, right?” Pussy said hopefully.
“No, I am not, he is black after all,” and I stood my ground waiting for her to run for the hills. However when she didn’t, “I know this isn’t the K-mart parking lot, but then Damion isn’t a guard dog either. He’s a well trained sporting dog, and one of the select breed of rare totally Black Great Danes too. Jeff here is his wrangler, and he won’t let Damion hurt you, will you Jeff?”
Jeff shook his head then said, “See miss, he’s wearing leather booties on all four feet so that his dew claws don’t scratch ya, or rip your clothes none, and he’s very gentle with women the first time too. The only thing you have to remember is that if his knot gets inside of you don’t do anything to try to force it out. It just gets too big and will split you open if you do. Just wait, it will eventually get smaller and come out easily.”
We both heard her sigh, saw her absolute humiliation at the fact that she was going to get fucked by a dog in front of a live audience. A dumb animal, of all things was going to be her co-star in her first exhibitionist act in front of people her husband might know. I also saw her resolve to do just that because as my whore, she really didn’t have a choice in the matter. To quit now, after being pierced and tattooed? No way! And we both knew that she’d go through with it, and even enjoy the experience because it was so filthy an act for a woman, any woman to commit, let alone the wife of a prominent lawyer.
“Do I strip now, or do that on stage?” Was all she asked.
“On stage,” I replied, and gave her a peck on the right cheek for luck, “and leave the garterbelt, nylons and high heels on for fucking Damion when he comes on stage. Just treat the dog like you would any human John/Lover, and Jeff will do the rest.”
I made it out front in time to see the surprised look on Pussy’s face as the curtain parted, and she found out that it wasn’t a bachelor party at all, but a bachelorette ho-down. No, not hoe, HO, as in the first two letters of hole, or the second and third letters of whore, and either one would be correct in this case, cause even though everyone in the audience was wearing a sheer or nearly sheer nighty, none of them had on the panties that went with them. Almost every woman in there had their hand or tongue, or a dildo up some other woman’s hole, and the place smelled raunchy of cunt in full bloomed heat. Pussy, booze, and perfume permeated the whole basement, and gave me a raging hardon.
As the fellow that hired me had said, this was to be a wedding between two young, well set lesbians, and the guests of the party would be nothing but lesbians as the owners of the estate would be away on vacation hiding from their daughter who was one of the girls getting married.
After the initial shock of what was taking place all around her Pussy smiled as if she’d finally gotten the joke, and as the music came on over the loud speakers some of the audience took notice of her up there, and she started to dance as if she’d worked a stripper’s runway all of her life. Now don’t get me wrong, there was plenty of gash in that place that most men would have cut off their left nut just to get near, but Pussy far and away outclassed them all.
By the time she was down to her garters, stockings, and high heels her fan club had grown to half the women in there with more taking notice at each tick of the clock. That’s when the fast song ended, the lights went down low, and the music went to a slow and sultry, sensual beat. Pussy started caressing her own flesh as she moved back ending up sitting on the couch with two fingers from her left hand buried in her ruby studded twat, with her right hand diddling the ring pierced in her left nipple.
There were a lot of “Ooooooooooooooo’s,” and “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh’s” then as everyone in the place now was paying Pussy’s performance their utmost attention. You could almost see the audience getting ready to surge onto the stage to grab her hostage, and that’s when Damion entered from stage right, and they all pulled back reflexively in horror, and shock at the monster sized definitely male canine as he approached Pussy.
Pretty Pussy didn’t so much as blink as the huge dog moved in between her legs, and nosed right past her smooth silky thighs to plunge his tongue into her wet slit as she pulled her fingers out.
“Damn! The dog’s eating her cunt!” Said a female voice with guttural over tones from the front of the audience. “They finally found the right man for the job, eh.”
That got a lot of laughs from the lesbian crowd, and not just a few nervous snickers. I read somewhere once that it was calculated that close to 20% of all dog owners have sex with their pets in one form or another. Now that’s two people out of every ten that own dogs, and there were close to a hundred women down there in that elaborate basement set up. Of course they didn’t all own dogs, male or otherwise, but those nervous snickers did, and they and their dogs weren’t talking.
“Shit! Look at the cock on that stud would ya! Now there’s a real man!”
This time there wasn’t any laughter as Damion suddenly reared up ending with his front paws on either side of Pretty Pussy’s waist close to her rib cage, while at the same time moving his hind legs forward advancing that just talked about canine cock closer and closer to Pussy’s pussy. And suddenly there was absolute silence.
There wasn’t a soul down there even breathing other than Damion’s panting as his pointy skinned meat bullet came right up against Pussy’s wet slit, then slid up and just missed snaring the ring in her clit hood, but managed to rub her clit the full length of that alien prick.
“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” this came from Pussy herself, and with everybody watching spellbound, she reached for that ghastly meat stick with her left hand, and guided it straight to her cunt, and in-between those puffy lower lips of hers.
Jeff must have signaled Damion then because the dog wouldn’t do anything without a cue, and suddenly his hind end scooted forward driving his canine pecker into my whore’s snatch cutting a scorching path as far as it would go into Pussy’s vagina. And with that there was a collective sigh that whistled through the basement whose breeze gave me an instant chill. Even from where I was over to the side and in back of the crowd, I could plainly see that your wife had her cunt stuffed with doggy dick Peter. Just think of that. She’d rather fuck a damn dog’s cock now than give you the sweat off of her arse. Aren’t women wonderful?
Damion held his dick buried in your wife’s pussy for at least a minute before slowly starting to pump his dick in and out of Pussy’s snatch missionary fashion, just like a man would. I tell ya Peter, it was the hottest damn thing I, or anyone in that room ever saw. Your wife is just so damned beautiful, that it was a perfect beauty and the beast scenario up there on stage, and the crowd really started to get into it as women grabbed and fondled whoever was next to them, and watch Pussy and Damion at the same time. There weren’t any more crude jokes spat out from the audience after that either. Just a hell of a lot of heavy breathing, and panting, and not just by Damion as he literally fucked your wife with his knotted prick.
Then the knot went in, and didn’t come out. Pussy was locked, tied with the Great Dane, and she dared not try doing anything now other than getting the dog to cum inside of her so that the knot would shrink, and come out of her cunt sooner once the animal was finished fucking her.
Damion picked up the pace, and that must have pushed the right button in Pussy because she opened her mouth, and then let the animal’s tongue enter her mouth in a bestial French kiss that had the audience trembling in orgasmic bliss just from watching the odd couple pairing up there on the stage. My own cock was so hard it was poking out of the front of my trousers, and the throbbing of it was like a toothache in my crotch. In out, in out, in out with hardly anything really coming out, just the knot pulling on her cunt from the inside making her twat bulge outward at those times as Pussy moaned now constantly just above the din in the room as the lesbian’s moaned with each other and your wife Peter.
I saw this movie once with Darrel Hannah in it called the Clan of the Cave Bear, and I tell you Peter there was more grunting going on in that basement than there had been in that whole movie. And then suddenly a scream rent the air as Damion dumped his load deep inside of you wife’s snatch.
“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggggggg Cuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmminnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggg! He’s Cuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnngggggggggg in meeeeeeeeeee!”
Indeed, there was a steady stream of liquid dribbling out around the connection that tied human to animal, and everybody could see it too, and there began a wailing and caterwauling in that room as women in every direction started cuming with the vile pair up there on the stage. However no tongue or set of fingers could produce the scream that that dog’s cock had from your wife or the raw savage nerve rattling animalistic sexual primordial explosion she went through. But then I’ve only heard that sound from a woman when she’s fucking my cock, or another black man’s cock, and there were none in the basement being used by any of those lesbian’s. So my guess is that it takes a real cock massaging and stretching out the lining of a vagina to bring out that guttural deep down in the soul kind of sound in a woman. Not trying to be sexist or anything here, just stating what happened there is all.
I figured it was a good time to make a hasty retreat to back stage before any of the bisexual’s in the group spied me, and decided a rape of a man might be justified after what had just taken place up on stage with a dog, and a woman.
“Shit Jeff, close the damned curtain!” I said just barely stopping him from going out on the stage with it open. “Those lezzies would eat you alive!”
“Yeah,” he hesitated, “you might be right,” and he pulled the ropes that closed the curtains, and we both rushed to see how Pussy, and Damion were doing.
As it turned out, by the time we got to them Damion started to pull his dick out of Pussy, and I swear that cunt immediately vomited out a gallon of thin dog sperm onto the stage floor.
“Oooooooohh,” Pussy groaned, “now that hurt.”
Fortunately, Jeff had brought several towels with him knowing this would happen, and he gave me one, so I cleaned up your wife the best I could with it as Jeff soaked up the mess from the floor, and Damion licked himself clean. Up close the dog’s prick looked even more gruesome, and forbidding what with nine inches in front of the dwindling knot, and the knot had to have been as big as an orange even then.
“I think we’d better get out of here fast,” I said, picking up Pussy and her clothes, and heading for the back stage exit out.
“What for?” Jeff cried behind me. “I’ve still gotta get paid.”
“Send me our cut if you survive,” I threw back just as the curtain was thrown wide open by this amazingly wild eyed amazon as Pussy and I made it out the exit.
“A MAN!” Was the last thing I heard before the door clinked shut behind me, and that feminine voice didn’t sound to damned friendly either.
“Oooooooohhh Jake,” Pussy groaned into my shoulder as I approached the rental car, “you really made me do, didn’t you.”
“Yep, I really did,” I replied, and opened the passenger side then eased her in, closed the door and jumped in my side, started the car and floored it. “Maybe next time you can just suck the dog off, eh.”
“How did you know?” She asked meekly. “That I would enjoy it so much with a… a dog?”
“I didn’t know it for sure,” I answered once we were clear of the estate, and well on our way back to the freeway, “but any whore who can take on Big Mike for two solid hours, and two more real men for four more hours has got to be nympho enough to try taking on a big gentle lover mutt like Damion. Oh, and Congratulations! Won’t your husband be so proud of you. You my dear are a bonded first class low life dog fucking, Nigger loving whore now.”
“Yeah, I kinda figured that out all on my own,” she said, though not sarcastically, more like as if from a dream state, and when I looked over at her again she was fast asleep.

Damn! This just keeps getting better and better Peter. If this keeps up it will turn into a book. Sunday morning I woke up to a sweet pair of satin white lips and pink tongue gliding up and down my hard black shaft like the proverbial Hoover Vacuum Cleaner pulling my first wad of cum from my balls. Opening my eyes and seeing it was my married white whore Pussy, I just naturally took my morning piss right then too, seeing as how her mouth was in the right place anyway. Her throat muscles worked frantically, but she didn’t lose a drop of my yellow nectar, and soon after at last released my prick.
“How long have you been up?” I inquired sitting up.
“Just a few minutes,” she replied wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“How’s the battle scars?” I asked pointing to her left nipple to indicate her piercings, and tattoo.
“Sore, but manageable, and the cream doc Tatter gave me for the tattoo has taken the itching away. I’m just not sure about the one inside.”
“Inside?”
“You made me fuck a dog last night,” was her response, not looking at me but down at the rumpled covers.
“That’s funny, I don’t remember twisting your arm,” I retorted, “and I distinctly remember you telling me on the way home that you enjoyed fucking the dog.”
“I did, that’s the problem.”
“Ah, the morning after guilt complex, eh,” and she nodded her head, “well, I wouldn’t worry about it too much. I don’t think any more, or any less of you today than I did yesterday, and anyone that would is the real pervert. I’ll let you in on a little secret about us men Pussy.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“By comparison, most men are natural born whores/sluts. Whore being a word that really just means someone who really enjoys sex no matter what form or partner it takes. However few women, like yourself, ever really achieve that status, let alone wear it like a badge of honor. And that’s only due because of the double standard of thinking brought on by mothers, not fathers who are the main influence in our early development.”
“You mean you think I should be proud of fucking a dog?”
“Yes, exactly, and I’m the one who let you do it. You don’t think your husband ever would have, do you?”
“Hard to say, he sent me out to fuck a Nigger, after all,” but she was smiling now with that touch of mischief from when we’d first met in the Holiday Inn West’s lounge.
“Yes, and you’ve hardly fucked even half a dozen black men yet. We’ll have to do something about that before I drop you off at your doorstep later this evening. It wouldn’t due at all to have you going home in less than the ragged, and well used condition he expects you to return home in, now would it.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I think we should throw a barbecue, Cat House style!” I said, then swatted her fanny playfully as we headed for a long soak in my Jacuzzi where I made the necessary phone calls lining up our guests, and the food and refreshments.

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In all I invited over 20 guests to my barbecue, all of them black, but not just brothers, I also invited two great looking sisters that just love to party, and can go both ways with either sex. The gang started to arrive around noon, dribbling in, each bringing something, food or beverage, and I was out back with Pussy over the barbecue pit cooking ribs, chickens, and steaks by then. The one on one basketball court was soon in full swing over in my driveway, the volley ball was jumping around in the back yard, and the huge hot tube was bubbling over with bodies, and no one had more than swimwear on. I started introductions as soon as people showed up, and in no time Pretty Pussy in her black silk thong style bikini and blond hair was the center of attention, and by 12:30 she was swept away up to her special room by no less than five hungry black men, and they weren’t hungry for ribs, chicken, or steaks either.
I looked in on Pussy from time to time to see how she was doing, and saw that the quarter jar was filling up nicely. One time I went in there she was laid back on top of one skinny little Nigger getting fucked in the ass by his cock, had another great big motherfucker between her legs fucking her cunt, another fucking her between her tits, with a different black cock in her mouth, and two others that she was jerking off in her hands all at the same time, Peter. What surprised me was that up until today, she’d only had one cock in her at any given time, but was really getting into being the center of attention in a 20 or so brother gang bang as she took on the whole damn train of them, and in-between she rolled around on her bed with the two gorgeous sisters swapping tongue, and wet sloppy pussy.
One time when I peeked in Pussy only had two Niggers in there with here, but the one shagging her in the ass had a dick the size of her whole fucking arm, fist included, and I swear she was sword guzzling a 14 incher right down that pretty throat of hers at the same time, and they had to be meeting somewhere in-between. I’ve never seen a butt hole look so fucking packed full of prick in my life, it looked like a red wood tree trunk was growing out of Pussy’s shitter it was so big. But what was really strange was that Pussy didn’t seem to mind having it drill her a new cesspool back there the way it was. I guess pussy isn’t the only thing to stretch, eh Peter.
In all, most of the guys fucked her twice, and some even three times just to say they’d dumped a load in every hole she owned, and in the end, just before she put on her walking home clothes all the men lined up and jacked off on her leaving her laying there on the bed soaking in the slime of over twenty Niggers, with her breasts covered in hickeys. She then got into the clothes that she’d worn when we first met, those woolen things, and I drove her home in the rent a car you’d so generously paid for, dropping her off at the curb, then pulling away after making sure she had my personal cell phone number, just in case.

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From here on all I know about what happened when Pussy got home is what your wife, and my whore, Pamela told me to write later, recorded on my tape recorder, and put to the keyboard after the following weekend’s deviltry.

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Hi! I’m Pretty Pussy, or I should say, I’m the Pamela you’ve been reading about. That’s not my real name, as Namtrid well knows now. He’s the one writing this down for me, but it’s mostly in my own words. He’s just better at this story telling stuff than I am. Peter, (That’s not his real name either) doesn’t know that I’m putting this part of the story in so it should be wonderfully humiliating for that filthy, half witted, pimple pricked degenerate bastard of a husband I have, to see it written here in the public post of the Dark Wanderer’s Wife’s Lovers section.. I’ve even included one of my own (Decent) photos of me before going blond (Above) so that you all know this isn’t just bullshit either. So sit back, open a six pack, pull down your zipper, and here we go.

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There was still a pinkish gold glow in the western sky beyond the Golden Gate Bridge as Pamela pecked Namtrid on the right cheek, and laboriously got out of the rental car, reached into the back seat for her large gray over night saddle bag purse, closed the door, and waved good-bye. Pam was extremely exhausted, and sore in almost every muscle she owned, not to mention other, more intimate places, yet she was also extremely happy for the first time in ages too. The front porch light came on as she lugged herself and her gear up the driveway, and then suddenly the silhouette of Peter her husband stood waiting there with the light behind him looking like the two dimensional shadow she considered him to be now.
Pam didn’t even argue when Peter rushed out to take her things and bring them inside for her, she figured it was the least he could do. However the look on his face when Pam came into the light just before entering the house was priceless, and almost worth the price she was about to make Peter pay for admission into her new circle.
“You look like you just took on the entire 49er’s in their locker room in one afternoon,” Peter said, “we’d better get you upstairs and into a bubble bath right away.”
“I don’t think so,” Pamela said, and flopped on the couch with her legs spread wide open. Her purse making a strange jingling noise as it hit the floor. “First things first dear,” and she crooked a finger at him summoning him to come closer, and he did.
When he was right next to the couch Pamela lifted her gray woolen skirt up to her hips, showing her nakedness, and simply said, “Eat it motherfucker! Now!”
Peter didn’t hesitate for a second thought, he just went down on his knees, and dove face first into the most incredibly mucked up, Nigger slimed, crotch ever created. In a flash he was rubbing his face in there wallowing in the stuff, and sticking his tongue up Pamela’s soiled, sore, and still leaking cunt.
“Yessssssssss,” Pamela cooed softly, “that’s exactly perfect. Keep it up and lick me clean all over Peter. It’s your fault that I’m in this condition anyway so it’s only fair that you clean up my slutting slop. Isn’t it?”
Peter nodded appropriately, his nose catching on the ruby studded gold ring pierced in his wife’s pussy then in the process. He picked his face out of Pamela’s groin for a moment to study the new attachment to his wife, then with the slime of several cocks dripping from his nose and chin he gave her a worried look of apprehension.
“No dear,” Pamela said, “it doesn’t hurt much, it’s just tender there, and elsewhere. I have another one that matches it, but is slightly bigger, pierced in my left nipple, and a brand new tattoo on my right butt cheek that you’ll just love. Oh, and you owe him the other five grand too, as you can plainly see, smell, touch, and taste he definitely fucked me, like you told him to. Oh yes, he told me everything Peter, and it’s just too damn bad that you didn’t tell me, or more to the point, ask me first. How do you like the taste of my cum filled pussy? Tastes good, eh?”
Peter nodded dumbfounded. Obviously he hadn’t expected this.
“Well, you’d better get used to the taste of well used pussy you bastard, cause from now on, that’s the only way you will be getting my pussy, as well as my ass from now on. When it’s full of someone else’s load of sperm. I’ve just elected you as the new official cunt lapper, and all around douche bag around here. And don’t look so shocked either. This is what you wanted isn’t it? Your wife whoring around with black men?” He nodded again, unable to speak as tears began to form in his eyes. “Well, you’ve gotten your wish then haven’t you.” Peter nodded once more, and his eyes began to leak. “It’s just too bad you didn’t remember that old saying, “Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.” And believe me you sorry perverted sack of shit, I’m here to tell you about another old saying you might of heard of too. “Once you let your wife go around whoring for black men she’ll never want to cum back to fuck a little pimple dick like you’ve got.” Now get your face back in there where the fuck it belongs, and get your dumb ass striped naked while you do, and then when your through with that you can take off my clothes too. I have to pee, and you look like you’re about to become my favorite bidet.”
Peter quickly put his face back in his wife’s crotch then and started getting undressed. When he was completely nude, Pamela had him lay flat on his back, then squatted over his face.
“Open wide darling!” She instructed, then giving a little grunt let loose with her bladder right over her husband’s wide open mouth, pissing in his face. “Ahhhhhhhhh, I’ve wanted to do this for years, oh yeah!”
“Blubglubadub!” Peter burbled as he tried to keep up with the flow of urine raining down into his mouth and all over his face, failing miserably.
“Ewwwwww, Peter!” She said after finishing. “You stink like well used pussy, baby! Good! Maybe by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll have that distinctive cock breath most faggots walk around with. Now get up and get these clothes off of me! I’ve got crud crusted all over me just waiting for you to lick it all away. Over 20 Nigger’s worth of dried scum to be specific, thanks to your generous offering of me your wife to just one of them. Oh, and just so you know, I am now that black man’s personal whore as well as being your wife, and believe me when I tell you that I prefer being his married white slut more.”
Peter began to actually whimper in self pity then as he realized what he’d done, and the tears were streaming down his cheeks to mix with the slime that came from his wife’s groin. Pamela showed him little more than contempt after that point. He knew he’d fucked up big time, this time, and he had no recourse but to do as Pamela instructed him to. Reluctant, he could do nothing but humble himself before the woman he most adored in the whole wide world, the whore of another man, to be sure, but married to him. Peter bent to the task before him.
It went that way for over an hour, which is how long it took Peter to tongue off every crystal of caked on dried out sperm from Pamela’s sucker bitten body, and lick out all of the sperm still leaking out of his wife’s asshole as well as she berated him at every turn for being such a “miserable whimp bastard queer,” or anything else nasty that she could think of to throw at him. Then when he had finished the job, Pamela just got up and headed upstairs to take her long awaited bubble bath without saying another word, leaving him gape mouthed, and standing there in their living room stark naked, and covered filthy in his own sweat, and the spillage of Pamela’s piss and black lovers.
A man trapped in his own perverted wish to be a cuckold……just once. Peter’s cock was so hard if a fly landed on it right then he’d bust a load all over the living room walls, even with that small five inch prick of his that she’d been putting down all evening. His self esteem had just taken a dump, and he was expected to eat that too, if push came to shove.
“Don’t just stand down there crying like a baby!” Pamela shouted like the queen of all goddesses from her bubble bath. “Get your filthy fucking ass up here! You can bath in the toilet bowl!”
Peter’s shoulders slumped, his head bounced off of his chest twice, and he walked towards the rest of his fate in somber puppy dog, tail tucked resolve from that point on.
“Look at you!” Pamela said once he arrived in the bathroom. “You’re pathetic! And even worse, I can plainly see you love wallowing in it the way that needle dick is sticking out, don’t you!”
“Yes I……”
“Shut the fuck up!” She interrupted raising her voice to command level. “This isn’t about you anymore, and from now on I don’t want my name to come past your lips either. You will call me Mistress, or Divine Goddess, or Your Worshipness only. Is that understood shit head?!”
“Ye…yes Mistress, Divine Goddess, Your Worshipness.”
“Just one or the other asshole, GEESH! For an attorney you sure are dumb. Now get in here and clean up, you stink, and flush the damn toilet before you wash in it stupid.” She’d just taken a dump before getting into her bath, and hadn’t bothered to flush because she wanted him to see just where he stood from here on in with her, that he was only to wash in water that had just had shit floating in it was something he’d better start getting use to.
Peter blanched when he saw the turd floating in the water he was to bath in, and quickly turned the handle to flush what was in there away with clean water. Pamela got a real kick out of watching him dip a wash rag and soap in the bowl, and then clean himself up that way, what with the water being cold and all, and when he was finished she inspected him.
“Well, you don’t stink, at least not as much. Now, get out your razor, and shave off all of your pubic hair. I said NOW MOTHERFUCKER!”
It took him a lot longer to shave as instructed than it did cleaning up as he had to keep flushing the toilet so much, and then there was the hair around his asshole to shave as well before Pamela was at last content.
“Still doesn’t help make your pitiful dick look any bigger, does it? But at least now it can be seen, so I expect you to keep that area hairless from now on, and how you do it is up to you! Got that? Or do I need to put in a daily fax to your office to see that it gets done?”
“No Mistress!” Peter nearly squeaked in apprehension. In no way shape or form did he want this getting back to the people he worked with.
“I thought not,” Pamela grinned wickedly, and stood up to get out of the bubble bath, “now towel and powder me wimp. And as long as you obey me those people at the office won’t be shocked by any scandalous pictures, and such.”
The groan that passed over Peter’s lips when he saw and read the tattoo on her ass was priceless as far as Pamela was concerned.
“What’s the matter Peter? You don’t like my badge of ownership? Now ain’t that a fucking shame. You don’t mind me fucking Niggers, you just don’t like me advertising that I did, eh. Tough shit! I did more than just fuck Niggers all weekend too, and you are going to pay for that as well. I want you to draw up a contract for us. I’ll tell you what I want in it, and you’d better sign the fucking thing and make it legal too, or I’ll go find the best divorce lawyer in the world, and you’ll wish you had. Is that clear?!”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good, now lay down on the floor, I have to pee again, and you can lick up what ever falls to the floor. Then you can take another tidy bowl bath, while I get ready for bed. And don’t even think about getting in my bed from now on. Your place will be in the closet on the floor from now on unless I specify otherwise. Only my black studs will have the privilege of sleeping in my bed from now on.}
“Oh..and that reminds me. My black stud muffin Master should be back any time now. He had to go drop off that rental car you gave him and pick up his own car first before coming back. I invited him to stay the night, just so you could get a peek at him stretching my pussy properly, and jerk off all over yourself in the closet. Just make sure you clean up your mess with your tongue in there before falling asleep. You can clean me up in the morning after he goes home, and before I go to school.”
Pamela finished peeing then and wiped her pussy with Peter’s hair then went into her bedroom to get ready for her Master’s return. Her body refreshed from the bubble bath and tongue washing that her husband had given her, she was once again charged up and ready for some big black dick, and that’s when the phone rang as Peter entered the bedroom.
“Oh, um, yes,” Pamela said into the phone, “I see. Well if you can’t make it…oh really? Well yes, I’m sure I can. He’ll be here soon then? Okay. No problem,” then she hung up the phone, and looked at Peter, “this is your lucky day scum bag. Namtrid won’t be able to make it tonight due to another obligation, but he’s sending over a replacement, just so that you can see how he’s taken over our life, and completely turned me into his married white whore. That gives us time to draw up that contract while we’re waiting, doesn’t it.
The door bell rang as Peter signed his name right below the computer generated slave contract under Pamela’s name. Pamela took the paper then and sent Peter down naked to go and answer the door as she wanted to put the contract in a safe hidden place away from him. Then hurriedly followed after him.
“Well Hello there you cute little thing,” said the sultry voice of the beautiful looking black African American standing at the threshold dressed in a tank top, black leather vest, and matching leather mini skirt, fishnet stockings, and three inch spiked high heels. “Is Pussy in?”
Peter jumped behind the door in complete embarrassment the moment he saw what looked like a black woman standing on his threshold. However the voice didn’t sound exactly feminine, and that’s when Pamela came down the stairs in Peter’s favorite sheer white Teddy and matching thong style bikini panties.
“You must be Sam,” Pamela said, and gave Peter a shove away from the door as she let the person into their house.
“Yes, I prefer Samantha though when I’m in drag,” came the falsetto as Sam entered their living room. “Namtrid said I should come over and spend the night in his stead, and he sure wasn’t kidding when he said you were a real looker Pussy. I hope you don’t my coming over in my stage outfit.”
“No, not at all,” Pamela said taking the man’s arm and leading him up the stairs to her bedroom, “you might even be able to give my husband a few pointers while you’re here since I’ll be expecting him to dress similarly around the house in the near future.”
“Is that a fact?” Sam laughed, and slammed the bedroom door on Peter’s face behind her once they were inside. Leaving Peter outside so that now he wouldn’t even have the privilege of watching his wife fuck a black man, only listen, and what he heard through the thin door next not only made his liver shiver, but made his dick diamond hard as Sam said; “I know a wonderful plastic surgeon that can give your hubby a make over, and you can pick whatever size breasts you want for him too.”
The giggle that tinkled through to Peter’s ears through the door next was of such a wicked content that, coming from his wife, even made Peter blush as his dick suddenly shot off all over the door without even being touched. That’s when the door swung open and they saw what had happened.
“Lick that fucking mess up!” Pamela said before slamming the door back shut, and adding, “and for that you can sleep out there in the hallway in front of the door asshole.”
Peter never did get to see the black she male fuck Pamela that night, but in the morning he was allowed in to not only clean up Pamela’s pussy of all the cum Sam had dumped in there, but to also suck Sam’s cock clean as well. The week was just getting started and already Peter was threatened with cosmetic surgery, and forced to suck the cock of the man/girl who had fucked his wife all night. Even worse, Pamela took pictures of Peter with that big black cock in his mouth as he sucked it clean. Which he had to do twice because Sam shot a load in Peter’s mouth while being sucked clean of Pamela’s and his co-mingled juices, making Peter a bonafide cocksucker for sure.
Pamela went to school as she was scheduled to that day, but she called Peter in sick so that Samantha could instruct her husband in the fine art of he/sheing all day long taking both the slave contract, and the pictures she’d taken of Peter sucking Sam’s big black dick with her to deposit elsewhere for a more permanent safe keeping.
When Pamela returned home later in the day, she found Peter tied up, bent over the front room foot stool wearing an embarassed blush along with a Raven colored Page Boy cut wig, a cute lite beige sumer dress, with the hem rolled up around the waist showing the white garter belt and sheer thigh high nylons attatched to them, a pair of silky panties pulled down around the knees, his face lipstick perfect covered in makeup with a large black cock shaped dildo stuffed in his mouth, and Sam, no longer in drag now, and black butt naked, fucking Peter in his cute white round ass while Peter’s screams went no further than the rubber dildo stuffed in his mouth. It was then that Peter’s little shaved pecker spurted all over the footstool, rug and his panties.
“Oh good, I see you shaved his legs too,” Pamela said with a giggle, then passed right through to the kitchen to get herself something to drink before going upstairs to the computer room to work on her studies. Making it pretty clear to Peter with her reactions that she thought he was right where he should be. Since then Peter only wears feminine attire, makeup and perfume around the house, and lingerie under his regular clothes when he leaves the house.

End Part III “She’s My Whore Now,” by Namtrid © I got a call from Pussy on my cell phone Wednesday, wondering if we were still on for the weekend, and I told her that I wanted her to be ready for me promptly at five Friday evening, and to make sure her husband Peter was there when I came to pick her up. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather when the very person who started all of this answered the door in a long blond wig, a black leather corset, thigh high spiked high heeled leather boots, and matching elbow length kid leather gloves and silky thong style bikini panties no less.
“Peter?” I asked, incredulous. The man only needed a pair of real tits to pass as a woman, he was that cute.
“Sissy now,” came out of his mouth in a falsetto.
“Um yes, I see, is Pussy ready?”
“My Mistress awaits your presence in her bedroom,” he said, then led the way up the stairs after closing the front door.
Pussy was sitting in front of her vanity applying the finale touches to her lipstick when I was led into the bedroom. She looked fresh as spring time and as conservative as a street corner hooker at midnight in her under things. She too had on a corset, but it was more see through than a glass window since it was mostly made of black nylon like her seamed stockings, and panties, and with her breasts there was no doubt you were admiring a real woman.
“You’ve done wonders to the place,” I said nodding at Peter’s get up as I closed with her for a long and sensual kiss in front of her cuckold of a husband in drag.
“Just a slight improvement so far, I’m still waiting to hear from the plastic surgeon on the breast therapy and hormone treatments,” Pussy replied after the kiss, making Peter blush with unconcealed anticipation.
“I see,” I said, “that you have things quite well in hand here now. I guess sending Sam over in my place worked out for the best after all. And no problems?”
“None that I can’t handle,” Pussy said slipping her feet into a pair of knee high black paten leather spiked heeled boots, and ordering Sissy to lace them up for her, “in fact I now have the one thing I’ve always wanted in life.”
“Oh, what’s that?”
“My own personal bidet.”
And we both laughed when Peter blushed red from head to foot over that.
“Yes, I know exactly what you mean,” I said, raising my eyebrows at her as we both knew what her morning duties were when she was with me.
Only she didn’t blush like her husband did, nor did I expect her to. However I did get the subliminal message she was broadcasting to me. She would prefer if we stayed here in her house tonight, humiliating Peter/Sissy than go out for dinner and dancing, and whatever tonight. Since I had no special plans set up until tomorrow I figured what the hell, why not, he certainly deserved it, and said so.
“I thought maybe we’d stay in here tonight,” was what I said being as subtle as she was, “that way I can have you all to myself for a change.”
“That’s a lovely idea Master,” Pussy replied, bubbling over that I understood her right off the first hint, “I can have Sissy fetch us some Chinese take-out.”
“Sounds great to me, I love Chinese food,” and I sat down on the edge of the bed then and pulled Pussy down onto my lap like she were a bar maid tart use to that kind of treatment, and she just melted into me closing for a long tongue swirling soul kiss as my black hands swarmed all over her exposed vibrant white skin in front of her hubby.
“Well don’t just stand there like a mental midget Sissy, go fetch our dinner!” Pussy commanded her husband once we broke from that kiss.
Peter must have been practicing wearing high heels all week because he immediately turned heel, grabbed a long trench coat, and scurried out of the house leaving us alone at last.
“I gather you want to torment the hell out of him with me watching and adding my two cents along the way,” I said.
“Absolutely,” Pussy replied, “I think we should give him a real show if you know what I mean.”
“I suppose. After all, it’s the least I can do for the man who turned his wife over to me to become my personal married white slut, isn’t it. However we may have a slight problem.”
“Oh?”
“Well I bought you something, and it’s out in the car I borrowed still.”
“Really?” She was immediately excited, and curious both.
“Well, it’s really something I’ve always wanted around the house myself ever since I was a kid, but just don’t have the room to keep properly, and since you have such a large area of fenced in land behind you for him to wander around in and all….”
“You bought me a pet? A dog?”
“Well yes, a pet, but not a dog. Though he is vary rare. Shall I bring him in?”
“This I gotta see! Sure, bring him in! He is house trained, isn’t he?”
“Oh yes, no worries there. I’ll go get him, and be right back.”
Satan nickered when I approached the car, only too glad to see me, and when I led him out of the old 49 Ford he immediately went over to the grass and took a healthy dump near the flower bed without getting any fresh fertilizer on himself in the process. Once through he followed me into the house where Pussy stood waiting, and I closed the door behind me once we were inside.
“A horse?!” Pussy asked incredulous. “I mean, it is full grown, right?”
“Satan is a rare purebred miniature black stallion, and yes, this is as big as he’ll ever get unless you over feed him, and don’t let him get the proper exercise.”
“I’ve heard of these, they’re like the pot bellied pig, but so much cuter! Does he do any tricks?”
“Only one,” I said, and raised my eyebrows several times.
“Really?!”
“Yep. Want to try him out? Or would you rather wait until Sissy gets back so that he can watch?”
“I want him to fuck Sissy’s ass after the wimp sucks his dick. I can always fuck him later when you aren’t here to do the real job on my cunt with that horse sized black stallion’s dick of yours.”
She had a point there, since I would only be seeing her on weekends because of her school curriculum during the weekdays, until she finished getting her Ph.D..
“Okay then, why don’t we put him out in back to graze there for now,” and Pussy agreed, making sure that all of the gates were locked in back so that Satan couldn’t get out, before leading me back up to her boudoir for some quality time together.
There was no doubt in my mind that Pussy was going through big dick withdrawal symptoms, after not having had any for five days, because the look of absolute hunger on her face from the moment I had arrived told the whole story. I’d figured out as much earlier in the week which is why I made arrangements to purchase Satan for her in the first place. He would be there for her when she got the Nigger Pussy shakes, as I call it when a woman finds out what fucking a black man with a big dick is all about.
We were no sooner over the threshold into her bedroom than she was undressing me, and in less than a minute had my dick in her mouth swallowing it whole to the root as she squatted down in front of me holding onto my ass with both hands, and force feeding her throat as she pulled, and pushed my ass.
“Mmmmmmhmmmmmmm,” she purred looking up at me with total devotion gleaming out from behind her eyes. She’d of fucked pigs for me if I asked her to right then, and do it gladly just to have my cock in her, and we both knew it.
It’s like that with some women Peter, and the better looking they are the harder they fall into this kind of thing once their husbands start taking them for granted. Too bad you had to find that out the hard way, but all the better for me, and all the black men in her future, eh.
The fragrance of her perfume mixed with the muskyness of her over heated pussy filled the air I was breathing with her pheromones, and made my dick rock hard. I had yet to taste that pussy myself, and since it had been five days since her last sexual contact I figured now was as good a time as any to munch on that fresh clean snatch. I picked her up then, and laid her down on her back with her rump at the edge of the foot of her bed, then bent down to show her what eating pussy was really all about.
In less than two minutes Pussy was sky rocketing to her first orgasm, her soft silky white thighs wrapping tight around my bald black head as she convulsed on her bed pumping her hips up at my face spasmodically. A minute later she was into the multiorgasmic phase, and screaming her head off.
The trick was in that the ring in her clitoral hood kept Pussy in a constant state of sexual stimulation, as she walked, ran, crawled or just moved her legs in any manner. That was it’s job. Piercing a clit isn’t the brightest of moves because it numbs those sensitive delicate nerve endings, even destroys some, but pierce the hood that protects it, have that gold caressing the little nubbin all the time, and you create one hell of a horny bitch.
Now normally I’m not into eating pussy, for obvious reasons I don’t care to lick up the last guys slop, and too, not all women are into feminine hygiene like Pretty Pussy is. It would be cliché even to say that she tasted like pure honey down there, and it would also be a lie. Pussy tasted like a woman, and that taste is only appreciated by such connoisseurs as myself who can appreciate that delicate tart, and salt tasty seafood delicacy. Believe me when I say there is nothing like the taste of a clean freshly bathed woman’s cunt to a real man who knows what to do with it. Other’s, like Peter, don’t deserve to eat pussy until it is sloppy with some other man’s cream filling in it, because they don’t know what to do with it in the first place.
After 20 minutes of none stop dick less orgasms Pretty Pussy was ready to climb the walls for a good stretching out down there, and I was only too happy to comply with those wishes. I let my lips and tongue move upward, off and away from that drooling mound nibbling my way up along her trembling white flesh my body like a coverlet of night advancing over her in-between her wide spread legs. I stopped to show my homage at the twin peaks rising and falling with her heavy breathing, giving them the appropriate attention due such firm lovely landscape before moving ever upward to her neck, ears, chin, and finally those pouting luscious lips.
The head of my dick slid up along the groove of her slit below as our tongues dueled up above, and I felt her legs go up on either side of my waist as her hands reached down to bring us together hurriedly. If I had any hairs on the back of my head they would have been standing up then as I felt another presence in the room, but I knew it could only be Peter, so with him looking on, I pushed down, and my black dick sliced right into his white wife’s hot little pink slit until I was buried in her cunt stretching it out right up to my ebony tennis balls. Her pussy almost as tight as the first time I’d fucked it clamped down around my cock like a sucking mouth.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..at last,” Pussy moaned in pleasure, “a real man’s fucking prick! Fuck me Namtrid! Fuck me with that big black Nigger dick of yours! I love the way it stretches out my married white cunt!”
“What’ve you been feeding this thing all week Pussy? Tooth picks? You’re as tight as a thirteen year old vestal virgin sacrifice!”
“Ain’t.. nothing.. around.. here… to feed it…. baby,” She cried as her body convulsed into multiple orgasm mode again, only this time with my cock stretching out that hole the way it needed to be stretched.
I began to slowly do fuck pushups over Pussy, sliding my cock in and out of her smooth well lubed fuck channel with precision strokes with my hips. I took notice that Peter had moved to sit in the chair next to the bed to jerk off as I fucked his wife, and figured he was harmless enough there, and out of our way at the very least. I gave him one look, the kind that says stay the fuck out of my way or I’ll break you in half, then gave all of my attention from then on to fucking his wife for the next two hours.
I came inside of Pussy the first time after about 45 minutes and untold climaxes on her part, our flesh oily with beads of perspiration. I then had her get up on her hands and knees and fucked her in the ass doggy fashion right in front of the only man who never stood a chance of fucking her in the ass, her wimp husband. He soiled his panties when I stuck my dick in Pussy’s ass, and damn if she didn’t cum seeing him shoot off in those panties from watching her get my prick pried up her butt hole. I almost laughed out loud thinking that these two kinky white fuckers were made to be married to each other as long as they didn’t have sex with each other and ruin it.
“That’s right Sissy, a Nigger is fucking your wife in the ass,” Pussy cried out in her ecstasy, “something you will never be able to do, you faggot bastard, son of a bitch’en cocksucker!”
I think the little peckerwood’s teeny dick was even laughing at him then as it gave a last tiny twang, and issued another small drop of his cum onto his stomach.
“Now eat up that mess you made,” Pussy commanded her husband, and damned if he didn’t squeegee the mess up with his hands and fingers and lick them clean of his own scum.
I started giving Pussy’s asshole the long shanking then, and my balls slapped up against her slit like the sound of a single person applauding with their two hands in an empty auditorium. In and out I shagged that tight white ass with my big Nigger dick, and Pussy rocked back and forth to receive every stroke, her chest coconuts swaying like palm tree leaves to a gentle island breeze making that ruby studded ring pierced in her left nipple flip flop up and down like the end of a whip slapping at her to go faster.
“Ooooooooooooooh yessssssssssssssssss, baby! Fuck me! Fuck my ass Nigger! Fuck my ass like the whore I am for you! Fuck me like my husband never will! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
I could see tears of humiliation forming in Peter’s heavily made up eyes then, and I knew they were only the beginning of the deluge to follow. Pamela wasn’t just kicking him in the nuts verbally she was stomping them into the ground, grinding them into a bloody pulp with her spiked heels, and yet strangely enough, I think he actually enjoyed being humiliated by her in this way.
“Can you see how that big black dick of his is fucking me in the shitter Shit Head?” She spat at him. “Just like the way Sam cornholed your fagot’s ass last Monday, eh. Remember how that felt having that big Nigger over power you, tie you up in women’s clothing, and take that virgin butt of yours that first time? Well it’s 20 times better for me with Namtrid here, and he fucks me in the ass good, anytime he wants to now, because I’m his married white whore! And don’t you just love the fact that it was you who made this all possible? You really must be the stupidest fucking attorney that ever passed the bar exam, eh!”
In less than half an hour I erupted in Pussy’s asshole giving her a sperm enema, and that’s when she got her personal bidet involved. I had no sooner finished filling her butt up with a bucket full of my jism, and pulled out of her ass than she whirled around to suck my cock clean, and in the process presented her sloppy rear end to Sissy to clean up both holes oozing with my male carnage.
“Get off of your fat ass Sissy, and lick your Mistress clean!” She commanded her husband just before swooping down to take my soiled prick into her own mouth, shit stains and all.
The stench of sweat, and just fucked cunt humidified the entire bedroom like a foggy mist as the poor bastard climbed into bed with us, and zeroed in on Pussy’s wagging behind with his tongue. As soon as his face was pressed against her butt cheeks Pussy ground her hips back at him in utter contentment still sucking on my prick at the same time. I could see that little pimple of a white dick tenting Sissy’s panties out like an obscenely large clit, and knew that he too was where he belonged, so I added to his humiliation.
“That’s it sissy boy, lick my fuck juice out of your wife’s pussy! Tastes great mixed in there with her own cum doesn’t it. Are you surprised that there’s so much? Well real cocks shoot one hell of a lot of cum from real men’s balls, so you’d better get use to it. As my whore your wife is going to have to fuck an awful lot of black men with big cocks with balls just full of all that baby making black seed in them. Oh sure, I know we haven’t talked about it yet, but what’s to talk about really? If we knock the bitch up you’ll just have to live with it, and that’s as they say that! Besides, she’ll only get knocked up if you don’t do your job right and lick all of our cum out of her pussy the way you should. That is if she isn’t knocked up already from fucking over thirty different big black Nigger dicks last weekend, right.”
He must have clamped his lips on Pussy’s little ruby and gold decorated nubbin then because her mouth clamped down on my prick as she spasmed in orgasm taking a lip lock and sucked me all the way down her throat causing me to cum for the third time in two hours down her throat, and now I’d cum in every hole his wife owned. I needed a break then, and went down to make myself a drink, and to open the back sliding door to let Satan in.
I wasn’t in the mood to tie up anyone, so it would be up to Pussy to see to her husband’s ass fuck, and suck with the stallion, and it would allow me to see just what kind of control she really did have over that asshole she was married to.
Maybe when I get the time I’ll tell everyone about Peter’s one man drag queen orgy, but for now I’ll just let him worry about it, maybe even black mail him into working for Sam to clear him of all those bull shit charges, and parking tickets. After all, Peter is a lawyer, right.

The End Part IV “She’s My Whore Now,” by Namtrid ©
I guess it’s been about three months or so since I acquired Pamela, and turned her into the slut most of my black friends only know as Pretty Pussy now. And in that time Pretty Pussy has taken over her husbands entire grooming and ensemble creating a virtual silk purse out of a sow’s ear, you might say, by transforming the former big time he stud lawyer into a real wimp like shemale cuckolded type slut, and all around bidet for her personal use.
With Peter’s head of blond colored hair growing out tied in a ponytail, but the rest of him denuded, plucked or shaved clean, and the breast implants healed now he looked as gorgeous as his wife when dressed up in women’s lingerie, and full make-up, save for that little pecker of his that wasn’t all that much bigger than a real woman’s large clit anyway. The change in him was remarkable, to say the least, as he had been born with the curving natural backside of a woman to start with. It was only his front that said male, and damn quietly at that. Even the estrogen treatment he was undergoing did wonders for his skin, and completely stopped the facial hair growth that was barely peach fuzz to begin with, and the name Sissy, that Pamela had given him fit him to a T now. (At the law firm Peter works for they thought he was working out because his chest size had increased, but if they only knew that he bound his new tits in a wrap around bandage under his work suit they’d have laughed him out of town in a micro second. I’d show you pictures of the two, but right now I’m being bribed more than enough by Sissy not to.)
It was at Pretty Pussy’s suggestion that we have a coming out party for Sissy. I agreed on one condition. That it be videoed, and that only her and Peter be the token whites at an all black cocktail affair I was thinking of having. They could then act as my hostesses, and entertain, as well as service all of my guests up in Pussy’s special two bits room at my place either together, or as tag team sluts.
“What an excellent idea,” Pretty Pussy replied, as nearby, listening, tied up hand, and foot, Sissy was fucked in the ass by Satan, a black miniature stallion I’d given Pretty Pussy as a present to tied her over between my visits. That same horse was laying ten inches of black equestrienne pipe to the man who had made all of this possible in the first place by turning his wife over to me for one night of Nigger fucking three months earlier.
The cocktail party was for an up and coming local black artist after his opening at the Art Gallery downtown known as Luxury’s Bizarre. I only knew that David was BI-sexual, and would have lots of his black lover’s with him at the party, male and female. As it was an upper crust social gathering, I also only invited art enthusiasts to the party so that David’s work would get the exposure it needed among the black money people in and around the SF area. My place can host upward of a 150 people safely without the firemarshals getting into a big sweat, but I kept the guest list down to just over a 100 people nonetheless what with the dress code being the same as if going to an opera in style.
Sissy and his/her mistress arrived early, and went upstairs to get prepared while I saw to the caterers. However they didn’t come down until half of the guests had already arrived, and at that quite a few eyebrows were raised on their entrance.
Pamela, dressed in a strapless, slinky form hugging, and nearly transparent black lacy evening gown, slowly descended the steps with Sissy in tow on a leash, with a spiked dog collar around his/her neck, a black leather haltered corset top crammed with those new boobs, a leather g-string pouch thing, and matching gloves, and thigh high black rubber latex spiked heeled boots with three inch heels, not to mention the extensive make-up job. All conversation stopped immediately as they came down to join the party, and didn’t restart until I started to introduce the two around to everybody, and what their purpose was in being at an all black cocktail party. Sissy blushed in humiliated embarrassment, but Pretty Pussy smiled proudly, and I sent them off to find trays of drinks to serve my guests for the next hour while folks were still arriving, and wandering around looking at the paintings.
Now I hadn’t intended to invite anyone that Peter knew at work, but then I don’t know all of his co-workers either, so when Jason came over to me and asked, pointing directly at Sissy; “Isn’t that Peter over at my firm?”
“He works there?” I asked, and I’m sure the fact that I was impressed helped bring the smile to Jason’s face.
“Then it is him. I knew it! And that must be his wife Pam. Damn! She’s one fine motherfuck’en white bitch, ain’t she. Wait until I tell everyone at the firm. Man they’ll make his life a living hell from now on.”
We both laughed then as Sissy looked directly at us with this wonderful look of absolute horror on that girlish face of his.
“You can fuck her if you want,” I suggested, “that is why she’s here after all. She just adores big black dick, and Sissy will be there to humiliate, and he can clean the both of you up after you’re finished with her. Just walk over to her, and hand her a quarter. Then follow her up to her room.”
“Um, what about if I want to bring a couple of friends?”
“As long as they give her a quarter each, no problem.”
“One of them is BI-sexual,” Jason put in.
“Then he’ll need to also give a quarter to Sissy,” I replied, chuckling.

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Everything had gone pretty much the way Namtrid had said it would until Peter saw the young token black lawyer from his own firm, Jason, talking to Namtrid, and pointing at Pamela, and him. Peter’s heart raced in his chest at this sudden unexpected turn of events, as Jason had the biggest blabbing mouth in the whole damn firm that they worked in together. Jason was mostly just tolerated as it wouldn’t do to fire the only off colored person working there, and rumor had it that he’d chased after every skirt working there so far, and had even nailed one of the girls, but no one knew which, so she couldn’t be fired as yet. For some reason, Jason hadn’t let that cat out of the bag as yet, and now here he was at a party where Pam and him were the prize white whores to anyone with a quarter to pay for their services, and Peter dressed in all his girlish glory to boot. The man could ruin him and Pam with this new, and scandalous information.
Things only got worse from there on as Peter saw the light of recognition in Jason’s eyes as he talked to Namtrid, then finished, he walked over to three well dressed basketball player sized black men, and once again pointed at Pam and Peter. The nodding of all four of those kinky haired fellows didn’t bode well for Peter in his Sissy get up, and he nearly fainted in shock when all four approached his wife and mistress, each handing her a quarter, then the tallest handed another quarter to Peter.
Peter’s shame knew no limits then, as Pretty Pussy tugged on his leash as she took them up the stairs to her cat house decorated bedroom with the king-sized bed in it for her first clients of the day. Leading the way she had a different black man’s hand on each round supple white ass cheek through the see through black evening gown just in front of Sissy/Peter’s eyes, and worse, Sissy had a very large black hand cupped to both of his white thonged butt cheeks as if they were a mere basketball held in a Pro’s hand during a commercial.
It wasn’t until they entered Pamela/Pretty Pussy’s special room, and turned on the lights there that Sissy saw the cameras set up on tripods around the room with blank tapes set on small tables next to them that he wanted to have the heart attack his pumper had been threatening him with since he’d seen spying Jason at the party, and he almost choked from the dog collar around his neck after stopping at the entranceway when Pussy kept moving and he didn’t.
“Get your ass in here, bitch!” Pamela growled, then came up and slapped him hard across the face to get him to move, before closing the door behind them. Then to the other men she said, “She’s just a little camera shy, but I’m sure she’ll get over it soon. Won’t you Sissy?”
“Yes Mistress,” he choked out as she tugged viciously on his leash, once again properly put in his place, and the soul of humiliation itself.
When none of the men made to get undressed though.
“It’s okay, really, she’s my cuckolded husband,” Pamela chuckled, and to Sissy’s chagrin, the men all smiled knowingly as if that alone answered any doubt they might have had about this gang bang of the princess whore and her sissified spouse.
Jason however had wasted no time as the quarters went into the large glass jar on the night stand, and was soon naked standing next to the foot of the bed directly in front of where Pussy sat, and looking directly at Sissy, the black man guided his very big dick right up to Pussy’s lips. The damn thing had to be over a foot in length, with veins running the full length of the shaft in back of the uncircumcised head. A ghastly formidable looking weapon, yet his wife quickly reached out with her right hand, skinned back the foreskin, parted her lips and let that nasty Nigger prick slide right into her white mouth for a long trembling, sword swallowing taste test.
“Mmmmmmmhmmmmmm,” Pamela moaned as he watched her lust for black meat turn her into the whore he’d originally wanted her to become.
She took it all the way down her throat, and didn’t stop until Jason’s crotch hairs tickled her cute little white nose. By then two of the other black men had come to stand on either side of Jason, so she took the ten incher in her left hand, and the eleven incher in her right and as she sucked off Jason with her mouth, jerked the other two black pricks with her delicate little white hands, or so it seemed compared to those monster cocks that she couldn’t get her fingers all the way around.
Jason’s hands combed through his wife’s blond colored tresses as she blew him, and the other two men pulled down the top of her evening gown to fondle and play with her titties, the one on her left even tugging on the ring pierced in that nipple for added fun.
“You two can have her after I fuck her first,” Jason instructed his friends, “but I’ve just got to have this married white slut stretched out around my big black Nigger dick in front of her faggoty husband now. So go put a fresh tape in the cameras for me, and tape this, I want to treasure this moment for the rest of my life.”
Sissy shivered, more from hearing that last statement than from the black hand that was suddenly tickling along the length of his thong in back as another black hand fondled his new boobs. No doubt by Monday morning there would be more than enough copies of the tape to pass around the law firm they worked at making Peter’s life a living hell there from now on.
In moments the two tall friends of Jason were working the four cameras in the room, leaving two on their tripods as they held the other two in their hands to get different angled shots. Jason let Pussy deep throat him for a while, then he pulled her up to her feet, picked her up bodily, layed her down in the center of the big king-sized mattress. Since her tits were already exposed, he just lifted the hem of the gown up around her waist as Pussy parted her legs in the standard whore’s open invitation. Sissy saw the cameras close in for a shot on that bald beaver with the pierced ring in the hood covering her clitty as Jason’s big black cock butted right up against those cute pink lower lips.
Still standing, Sissy felt his thonged panties being eased down off of him as Jason looked over to him with an evil grin then, and now in the standard push up position over Sissy’s wife pressed the head of his black dick into her white cunt. At first Pussy’s cunt puffed up around the blunt weapon like a balloon being poked at, and then staying that way, the head suddenly popped inside as the pink lips yawned open stretching tightly around it, but letting it in nonetheless.
“Oooooooooooooo yesssssssssssssss!” Pussy hissed. “I love a big Nigger cock like yours stretching me out down there. Oh baby! Give me more! I want it allllllllllllll!!!”
Jason just kept on grinning as he force feed the rest of his ebony monolith into that tight snake pit. In moments he had his big Nigger dick all the way up that married white hole with his large black balls nestled up snug against her white ass.
“Now that’s what I call some tight ass pussy, eh Peter?” Jason said using his real name, and letting Pamela know for the first time that this was more than just a regular fuck. “I can’t wait to tell everyone in the firm what a wonderful cocksucker your wife Pam here is, and how tight her married white pussy feels around my big black prick. But I guess that’s understandable now that I’ve seen what you’ve been feeding it.”
“You know each other?” Pamela asked.
“Didn’t Peter tell you? I’m the token Nigger at the law firm where we work. He’s been trying to get rid of me since I walked in the door there, and me, a Harvard Graduate no less.”
“Is that true Sissy?” Pamela asked, but when he could only blush redder with shame she didn’t need a verbal confirmation. Then to Jason, “Then I guess you’ll be coming over the house to visit from now on, won’t you.”
“If you insist?” Jason replied.
“Oh but I certainly do,” Pamela said, and they both laughed then at Peter, just as something wet insinuated its way past his spincter. “and you can bring your friend over to entertain the Sissy while we fuck too,” she nodded towards the black man that even now had two fingers deep up Peter’s rectum greasing it for something much bigger. “Now fuck me Nigger! Fuck my married white pussy with that big black prick of yours in front of my wimp husband!” And her long lithe ivory legs wrapped around the back of Jason’s black ass locking scissors fashion as she pulled his head down to cross lips, and French kiss. Her hips becoming a flurry of perpetual motion as the man over top of her started pumping her pussy with long even strokes in and out. In and out, back and forth, up and down that piledriver slammed, his balls slapping at her butt playfully spanking near her butt hole as he rammed into her as if a breeding bull with a cow.
“Oh! Oh! Oh yes! He’s fucking the shit out of me Peter! It’s like a tree trunk its so fucking big! Can you see how it stretches out my cunt! The way it should be stretched! Not the way your pitiful little wanker barely parts the lips, oh no, this is a real man’s cock fucking me!”
By then Peter was bent in half over the arm of the cushioned chair standing with legs spread as the large black man behind him put the head of his dick up against Peter’s butt hole, and then suddenly rammed the entire length up his colon in one majestic thrust of his hips.
“Arrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggggggggggg!” Peter groaned as the cock spearing into his asshole had to be every bit as large as the one fucking his wife’s cunt on the bed only four feet away.
“Yeah!” Jason cried out. “That’s it Harry! Fuck the little Sissy fagot’s ass! Drill those white buttered buns! It’s just what that son of a bitch deserves!”
“Oh shit! I love this!” Pamela screamed as she entered the climax zone. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”
“You got it slut!” Jason replied, and picked up the pace even more. “I think once you and I get real close, I’m gonna breed your white ass good! How’s that sound?”
“Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!” Pamela hissed through her second orgasm.
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!” Peter screamed out as his little pecker started shooting in every direction all over the arm of the chair he was bent over getting fucked, and without even having to touch his prick either.
It was just the thought of his fair, and lovely Pamela walking around knocked up by that Token Nigger of the firm that made Peter bust his nut. He’d never even considered such an outrage occurring from all of his basest fantasies about Pamela slutting around with black men. It was the height of Peter’s stupidity that it would end up being Jason, of all people, that would impregnate his wife. He probably could have lived with it okay if it were Namtrid, but Jason? Never. Which was probably why Peter came so hard, he still didn’t realize that he was born the perfect masochist, but in time he would surely learn the truth about himself. If he lived long enough, that is.
Jason eventually came in Pamela’s stretched out twat, then quickly flipped her over onto her stomach to fuck the woman in her ass properly too. After he came in her butt, and Harry had come twice in Peter’s ass, Jason had Peter crawl over and lick both holes in Pamela clean, as Pamela licked Jason’s prick clean. Of course it was all caught on tape, and then from there on through the rest of the party Pamela and Peter serviced whoever came in the room and dropped a quarter in the large glass jar on the night stand.
In all when I counted the quarters later, there were $31.25 worth of quarters in the jar, and that’s a lot of Nigger dicking in anybody’s book. By the time everyone left and went home it was 4:30 in the morning. When I stopped to look in on the two the smell in there was like that of a breeding stable, the air moist with pussy, and male sperm. The two of them literally covered, and soaking in a large puddle of slime on a rubber mat near the foot of the bed. I guess there was more than just a few BI-sexuals attending my party after all.

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