Let me begin by saying I’m a prim and proper wife. That part is easy for anyone to see; however, looks can be deceiving. I’m also a white slut. Let me give you an example.
I stripped out of my clothes and got onto his king size bed which nearly took up all the space in his small apartment bedroom. The dim light revealed posters of naked women on his wall and marijuana artwork. I noticed a sign above the door frame that read BLACK POWER with a fist shoved in the air. There was another sign which read “It’s not cheating if it’s with a black guy”. I cracked a smile. This was a far cry from my upper income lifestyle.
I watched him through the door frame talking oh his cell phone. His young plump buttocks were muscular and capable of powerful thrusting. His narrow waist formed a V shape up to his broad upper body. His muscled back had a tattoo of a bad ass tattoo spread across to his broad shoulders. He turned to the side giving me a side angle view of his cock. It was thick and long. My fingers slipped into my panties and sure enough, I was ready.
“I’ll call you back in a few, dog.” He put his cell phone down and turned to face me.
My eyes wondered to the front on view of his manhood. It was amazing. A large vein ran from the base to his swollen mushroom head. It had a gentle curve toward his left thigh. I gave him my come-and-get it look with a smirk.
“You like what you see?” He stood next to the bed with his large cock hanging toward my face..
I didn’t answer as I grabbed him by the base and began to suck him.
“Damn girl! I didn’t even have to tell you to suck my cock.” He rested his hand on the top of my head as I bobbed back and forth.
Him calling me girl was cute given I was probably ten years older than he. I continued to slobber and gobble him.
“He, he, he...I love seeing your big ass diamond while you hold onto my big cock,” he chuckled.
I tried to deep throat him but my gag reflexes prevented me from taking all of him. As a frame of reference, I measured him along my forearm. He was a good ten inches long and as thick as my arm. I raised my eyes up to him. “You’re so big.”
“Let me see that married pussy.” He ordered.
I pulled off my panties and spread open my legs.
He got on his knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed. “I married white pussy.” He slipped his middle finger into me. He bent it upward and began to tease me as his lips began to suck my clit. I arched my back and moaned. His tongue danced around my clit and he sucked my labia into his mouth. He licked me up and down, teasing me. He now had two fingers inside of my slippery hole working me.
“Fuck me now, I don’t have all day.” I said.
He stood up and pointed his cock at my opening and pushed in.
“OH DAMN DIS BE GOOD PUSSY!!!” He eased out and waited for me to expand until his length slipped in deeper. Once I had opened, he began to pump the hell out of me. For a good twenty minutes, he fucked my brains out.
“Yes, RUIN it, RUIN my white married pussy. I’m your white slut,” I moaned like a whore. I grunted out such dirty things I would never say with my husband.
He called me Bitch and Whore while he ravaged me. I love it when my black studs treat me like a white slut.
When he pulled out he ejaculated on my breasts then rubbed the large mushroom head of his cock on them smearing his juice into my flesh. We kissed and sucked each other’s tongues.
“Thank you, I really needed that,” I said. I got up and began to fix my hair and put my clothes on.
“You know where to find me.” He stuffed his big cock into his pants.
I considered it a compliment he would be walking around with the aroma and juice of my pussy on him.
“Next time I want dat ass.” He said.
“Nice,” I answered with sarcasm.
He gave my round fleshy ass a good swat with the palm of his hand. He squeezed my ass like he owned it. “Bitch, I’m not done with your pussy.”
I pushed his hand away though I was yearning to stay with him. “I have to get back. My husband is probably looking for me. By the way, my name is Cheryl…not Bitch.”
“Your husband calls you Cheryl, I call my white sluts, Bitches.” He gave my ass another slap.
He was perfect, I'd be fucking this guy for quite awhile.
I knew guys with big cocks played by different rules because of all the pussy they had at their disposal. My husband was disadvantaged in this regard.
While I'm a well respected woman in my uppity society, I’ve become widely known among black men in the hood as a complete white slut. I’ve became addicted to their big lack cocks and the way the pinch my breasts and slap my ass while the take me. I love it when I’m called their white slut. I’ve had over one hundred different black cocks inside me. I stopped counting after hitting the one hundred mark, what’s the point. I go to the clubs in the hood wearing short skirts so I can let a big black man fuck me. I just hike up my naughty little skirt and they use my married white pussy or ass. They shoot their big loads deep inside of me. Sometimes I tell my husband I’m going shopping and secretly meet black men at their crib, or a rest room, or behind some dumpster. As many as four black men have taken turns using my shaved married pussy and tight ass. It makes me orgasm as they pump me hard and tell her what a dirty white whore I am.
Since I was raised to be a prim and proper lady, I insisted to Bill, my future husband we wait to have sex until we were married. I was of course banging black guys left and right but for my fiancé, sex was off limits. My pretending to be a virgin, was a big mistake. While my sexual chastity impressed Bill, I was ******* a man could be endowed with a cocktail wiener. I've made the best of it. I fuck big black cocks and then go home to read religious devotionals and spiritual stories. I know it sounds fucked up but I do have a prudish side. When it comes to my marriage with Bill, sex is only necessary on special occasions.
My having sex with a black guy can happen anytime and anywhere. Just like what happened a month ago. I was standing at a concession stand alone at a basketball game. I had that woman’s intuition a man was checking me out. As I grabbed by box of popcorn and bottle of water, a young black guy made gesture for me to approach him.
I was curious so I gave him my attention.
“Sup, girl can I help you carry anything?” He offered to assists as I walked toward him.
“No thank you.” I walked past him. He was cute and well-built so I was playing coy.
“Damn you are fine. My name is Duane.” He followed.
I turned around to face him. His eyes looked me up and down.
“Well, Duane, I happen to be married.” I gave him a cold look. It was a look I had perfected at the club scene to fend of undesirable’s or to make a guy work for it.
“Yo, you didn’t say happily married. Ha, Ha.” He cracked a joke and was amused with himself.
He passed the test. He had a sense of humor and there was something about his cockiness that made me want to take him down a notch. I showed him my big diamond ring. “My husband has a big wallet. Perhaps something you should think about.” I smiled quite proud of my nasty little comment. I noticed his bad boy tattoos spread over his arms.
“Damn girl that’s cold.” He smiled. “I not only have a fat wallet, I also have a big cock.”
Wow, he was certainly forward. I suddenly noticed how handsome he was. His lips were full and juicy. I thought for a second how nice it would be to kiss him. His jaw line was strong in distinct. Even his chin was begging to be kissed.
“I have to get back to my husband. Some advice…you should find a girl closer to your age and not married.” I continued to play the proper wife. I wanted to see how bad he wanted my fine ass.
He smiled but his eyes exuded an intense desire toward me. “I prefer white married women,” he said.
I was becoming more impressed with his straightforwardness and confidence. I suspected I wasn’t the first married white woman he’d tamed. I fought the urge to shove my tongue in his mouth. I hadn’t been hit on in in a public place for a few months and it was making me feel alive and desirable. My nipples were beginning to pop out.
I gave him a big smile. “Why white married ladies?” I asked.
“White married women are hot and most have never been with a big cock.” His hand slowly shifted to his crotch and he grabbed his manhood. The thin material of his sweat pants left little to the imagination. He literally showed me his impressive size and then let go.
I could feel my heart fluttering in my chest. I licked my dry lips hoping to find the appropriate words.
“Give me your phone number and we can text.” I pulled my phone out of my purse and entered his digits. I sent him a text “Hi.”
He replied. "Sup Bitch."
"Perfect," I said as I turned to walk away. I looked over my shoulder at him as I swayed my ass.
He licked his lips. "Gonna make dat ass mine."
I knew he would easily because I'm a white slut.
The end.
I stripped out of my clothes and got onto his king size bed which nearly took up all the space in his small apartment bedroom. The dim light revealed posters of naked women on his wall and marijuana artwork. I noticed a sign above the door frame that read BLACK POWER with a fist shoved in the air. There was another sign which read “It’s not cheating if it’s with a black guy”. I cracked a smile. This was a far cry from my upper income lifestyle.
I watched him through the door frame talking oh his cell phone. His young plump buttocks were muscular and capable of powerful thrusting. His narrow waist formed a V shape up to his broad upper body. His muscled back had a tattoo of a bad ass tattoo spread across to his broad shoulders. He turned to the side giving me a side angle view of his cock. It was thick and long. My fingers slipped into my panties and sure enough, I was ready.
“I’ll call you back in a few, dog.” He put his cell phone down and turned to face me.
My eyes wondered to the front on view of his manhood. It was amazing. A large vein ran from the base to his swollen mushroom head. It had a gentle curve toward his left thigh. I gave him my come-and-get it look with a smirk.
“You like what you see?” He stood next to the bed with his large cock hanging toward my face..
I didn’t answer as I grabbed him by the base and began to suck him.
“Damn girl! I didn’t even have to tell you to suck my cock.” He rested his hand on the top of my head as I bobbed back and forth.
Him calling me girl was cute given I was probably ten years older than he. I continued to slobber and gobble him.
“He, he, he...I love seeing your big ass diamond while you hold onto my big cock,” he chuckled.
I tried to deep throat him but my gag reflexes prevented me from taking all of him. As a frame of reference, I measured him along my forearm. He was a good ten inches long and as thick as my arm. I raised my eyes up to him. “You’re so big.”
“Let me see that married pussy.” He ordered.
I pulled off my panties and spread open my legs.
He got on his knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed. “I married white pussy.” He slipped his middle finger into me. He bent it upward and began to tease me as his lips began to suck my clit. I arched my back and moaned. His tongue danced around my clit and he sucked my labia into his mouth. He licked me up and down, teasing me. He now had two fingers inside of my slippery hole working me.
“Fuck me now, I don’t have all day.” I said.
He stood up and pointed his cock at my opening and pushed in.
“OH DAMN DIS BE GOOD PUSSY!!!” He eased out and waited for me to expand until his length slipped in deeper. Once I had opened, he began to pump the hell out of me. For a good twenty minutes, he fucked my brains out.
“Yes, RUIN it, RUIN my white married pussy. I’m your white slut,” I moaned like a whore. I grunted out such dirty things I would never say with my husband.
He called me Bitch and Whore while he ravaged me. I love it when my black studs treat me like a white slut.
When he pulled out he ejaculated on my breasts then rubbed the large mushroom head of his cock on them smearing his juice into my flesh. We kissed and sucked each other’s tongues.
“Thank you, I really needed that,” I said. I got up and began to fix my hair and put my clothes on.
“You know where to find me.” He stuffed his big cock into his pants.
I considered it a compliment he would be walking around with the aroma and juice of my pussy on him.
“Next time I want dat ass.” He said.
“Nice,” I answered with sarcasm.
He gave my round fleshy ass a good swat with the palm of his hand. He squeezed my ass like he owned it. “Bitch, I’m not done with your pussy.”
I pushed his hand away though I was yearning to stay with him. “I have to get back. My husband is probably looking for me. By the way, my name is Cheryl…not Bitch.”
“Your husband calls you Cheryl, I call my white sluts, Bitches.” He gave my ass another slap.
He was perfect, I'd be fucking this guy for quite awhile.
I knew guys with big cocks played by different rules because of all the pussy they had at their disposal. My husband was disadvantaged in this regard.
While I'm a well respected woman in my uppity society, I’ve become widely known among black men in the hood as a complete white slut. I’ve became addicted to their big lack cocks and the way the pinch my breasts and slap my ass while the take me. I love it when I’m called their white slut. I’ve had over one hundred different black cocks inside me. I stopped counting after hitting the one hundred mark, what’s the point. I go to the clubs in the hood wearing short skirts so I can let a big black man fuck me. I just hike up my naughty little skirt and they use my married white pussy or ass. They shoot their big loads deep inside of me. Sometimes I tell my husband I’m going shopping and secretly meet black men at their crib, or a rest room, or behind some dumpster. As many as four black men have taken turns using my shaved married pussy and tight ass. It makes me orgasm as they pump me hard and tell her what a dirty white whore I am.
Since I was raised to be a prim and proper lady, I insisted to Bill, my future husband we wait to have sex until we were married. I was of course banging black guys left and right but for my fiancé, sex was off limits. My pretending to be a virgin, was a big mistake. While my sexual chastity impressed Bill, I was ******* a man could be endowed with a cocktail wiener. I've made the best of it. I fuck big black cocks and then go home to read religious devotionals and spiritual stories. I know it sounds fucked up but I do have a prudish side. When it comes to my marriage with Bill, sex is only necessary on special occasions.
My having sex with a black guy can happen anytime and anywhere. Just like what happened a month ago. I was standing at a concession stand alone at a basketball game. I had that woman’s intuition a man was checking me out. As I grabbed by box of popcorn and bottle of water, a young black guy made gesture for me to approach him.
I was curious so I gave him my attention.
“Sup, girl can I help you carry anything?” He offered to assists as I walked toward him.
“No thank you.” I walked past him. He was cute and well-built so I was playing coy.
“Damn you are fine. My name is Duane.” He followed.
I turned around to face him. His eyes looked me up and down.
“Well, Duane, I happen to be married.” I gave him a cold look. It was a look I had perfected at the club scene to fend of undesirable’s or to make a guy work for it.
“Yo, you didn’t say happily married. Ha, Ha.” He cracked a joke and was amused with himself.
He passed the test. He had a sense of humor and there was something about his cockiness that made me want to take him down a notch. I showed him my big diamond ring. “My husband has a big wallet. Perhaps something you should think about.” I smiled quite proud of my nasty little comment. I noticed his bad boy tattoos spread over his arms.
“Damn girl that’s cold.” He smiled. “I not only have a fat wallet, I also have a big cock.”
Wow, he was certainly forward. I suddenly noticed how handsome he was. His lips were full and juicy. I thought for a second how nice it would be to kiss him. His jaw line was strong in distinct. Even his chin was begging to be kissed.
“I have to get back to my husband. Some advice…you should find a girl closer to your age and not married.” I continued to play the proper wife. I wanted to see how bad he wanted my fine ass.
He smiled but his eyes exuded an intense desire toward me. “I prefer white married women,” he said.
I was becoming more impressed with his straightforwardness and confidence. I suspected I wasn’t the first married white woman he’d tamed. I fought the urge to shove my tongue in his mouth. I hadn’t been hit on in in a public place for a few months and it was making me feel alive and desirable. My nipples were beginning to pop out.
I gave him a big smile. “Why white married ladies?” I asked.
“White married women are hot and most have never been with a big cock.” His hand slowly shifted to his crotch and he grabbed his manhood. The thin material of his sweat pants left little to the imagination. He literally showed me his impressive size and then let go.
I could feel my heart fluttering in my chest. I licked my dry lips hoping to find the appropriate words.
“Give me your phone number and we can text.” I pulled my phone out of my purse and entered his digits. I sent him a text “Hi.”
He replied. "Sup Bitch."
"Perfect," I said as I turned to walk away. I looked over my shoulder at him as I swayed my ass.
He licked his lips. "Gonna make dat ass mine."
I knew he would easily because I'm a white slut.
The end.
