I don't know how or if our son can finish. Only so much existing debt you can handle let alone future debt. Biden's forgiving $10,000 doesn't even pay for the meal plan, it is about as useless as he is. Looking at the college bills the dilemma is which one of us is going to tell him this may be his last year unless one of us wins the power ball jackpot? Lucky for us we had plenty of time to decide. So for now, life goes on as usual. Work, work, work, then a little work after that. Needless to say, all of this created strife, resentment, arguing, blaming, silent treatment, and sleeping in separate rooms issues in our marriage, all the boxes were checked to indicate trouble in a marriage.
Occasionally we would go to the casino. Not to gamble, but if there is a good band we stood around in groups listening and talking during the live music. One nite, I was going out with the girls to the casino. (When he goes out I say nothing) I hear the "There's no money for the kid but you can gamble" speech. The thing is, I play the penny slots and spend maybe $20. I'm more about the entertainment, getting out, and unwinding, Listening to music, kicking a few drinks back, laughing, and chatting. On this night A group of younger well dressed black men took an interest in us, they kind of meandered their way over, and broke the ice with a simple, "Hello."
When I say younger I'm talking in their 30s, my friends and I are in our 40s, and early 50s. So a little attention from a younger man is nice and appreciated. But when you are mad at hubby, with a few drinks in you, and horny any attention from a good-looking man gets you going. Plus the BBC curiosity is something we had talked about and ALWAYS seemed to be on our minds.
We all chatted and danced they asked what we were talking about it was one of my friends that spoke up, "You know girl stuff, relationships or lack thereof, financial issues, whatever is going on in our lives, and then men we talk about men, the one we have at home if there is one and what is on the menu this evening, just girl stuff."
While dancing, one of the guy's hands wandered a bit I didn't welcome it but didn't stop him. On one of the group visits to the bathroom (As everyone knows women can't go by themselves.) I find out my two GFs were invited upstairs for a drink. They told me it was basically up to me, if I said yes, then we all go, no, we all leave. I said yes, what could happen? We have a few drinks and then go home. We went upstairs to their room. 3 of "them", 3 of us.
To make a long story short, I woke up in bed, alone, with just my panties and bra on, and a hangover. My GFs were on the couches in another room. No clue what happened to me, but later found out I willingly ended up in that bedroom. My clothes and personal belongings were all intact. On the nite stand were a few $100 bills and a note saying thank you for an incredible time, I'll be texting or calling you. Paying me to have a few drinks, maybe a few too many since I passed out. I don't remember doing anything else.
A few days later I get this strange text asking me for another "appointment?" I was clueless, I figured it was a wrong number, so I text back "??" and the Response was, "This is Cathy from the casino the other nite?"
"Yes," He thought I was a call girl because sometime during that night I gave him a blow job. That is why he left the $100s. I remembered nothing and denied it. he texted me a picture, and there I was, on my knees, with no shirt, looking up at him with his Black Cock in my mouth!!??
"Fake, photoshopped?! I don't know, but me blowing a black man did NOT happen.
"It doesn't matter if you remember."
"What if I wasn't a call girl, what if I deny it?!"
He said, I sucked him like no tomorrow, and he wants another meeting. I said no, 'This isn't real.' He said he'd come over, show that picture to my husband and see what he thinks. I agreed to a meeting, in public.
The next day, we met for coffee. He turned his phone to me and lo and behold, his screen saver was a picture of me on my knees looking up with his cock in my mouth! He went to his photos and showed me numerous pictures of me sucking his cock from different angles and views. In some I was fully clothed, some I was topless, and in one I was just in my panties, he even had a short video clip. Some of these had to be taken by someone else. The last few he showed me was his cum on my face with my tongue out licking it from my lips, I felt sick and ran to the bathroom, where I puked.
After a few minutes, I rinsed my face, composed myself, and returned to the table. I told him that blackmail was out of the question since we were in financial distress. "I'm not going to demand money, I have enough, the price is your mouth swallowing my cock weekly." I felt disgusted, I didn't remember doing what I did. I must have been very *****! No way would I Cheat on my husband let alone give blow jobs to a black man. I never found them attractive. I did not know what to say, I just sat there silent. He gave me a timetable to make my decision. He said he would text me in a day or two and tell me where to meet him. I either show up and suck his cock or pics get sent to hubby.
The next thing I knew I was home, I Don't remember anything. I Must've driven home in a fog, Muscle memory I guess? I thought about what happened and started to cry. I either become a black man's blow job whore or my husband finds out something that will probably end our marriage. Something that honestly I do not remember, yet there is proof.
I didn't know what to do, so I carry on with daily life as much as possible, work, cook, clean, repeat, Sex with my husband was almost impossible, but I faked as much as possible. I got away without sucking him, I said my neck hurt. A cock in my mouth, even my husband's at this time I could not even fathom. The next day, go to work, come home and another day of bills show up, and nothing changes.
But the next day, as soon as I walked in the door, there it was. My phone gave the annoying "You got a text" tone. This time I just knew. And yes, it was him. It said to get some chapstick and show up, I have work to do. He gave an address and a time to be there by. If I'm late, a text message with pics/video goes to my husband. So, I turn around and headed out the door to go to where I can hopefully save my marriage.
I arrive and knock, he answers and tells me to come in and sit on the couch. He makes coffee while explaining to me what my new role is. I'm to give him 2-3 blow jobs a week. I try to say something but he says I'm not there to use my mouth to talk. He brought coffee over, sat on the couch next to me, and told me to take off my shirt. I start to cry, but he says the quicker I follow orders, the quicker I am out of there. So I am told again, to take off my shirt, then my bra, then my pants. I can keep panties on since my mouth is for use. He takes a drink of his coffee, and suggests that I do the same, "It will calm you."
I'm on the verge of tears, he doesn't care. He stands up, pulls his pants and underwear off, and sits down. He tells me to look at it, he takes my hand, and I kind of pull away a bit. He slaps my face, not hard, but enough to say I either comply or can explain why I have a swollen face. I let him guide my hand. After a minute, he puts his hand behind my head, grabs my hair, "You are going to learn to love this," and proceeds to push my head down.
Occasionally we would go to the casino. Not to gamble, but if there is a good band we stood around in groups listening and talking during the live music. One nite, I was going out with the girls to the casino. (When he goes out I say nothing) I hear the "There's no money for the kid but you can gamble" speech. The thing is, I play the penny slots and spend maybe $20. I'm more about the entertainment, getting out, and unwinding, Listening to music, kicking a few drinks back, laughing, and chatting. On this night A group of younger well dressed black men took an interest in us, they kind of meandered their way over, and broke the ice with a simple, "Hello."
When I say younger I'm talking in their 30s, my friends and I are in our 40s, and early 50s. So a little attention from a younger man is nice and appreciated. But when you are mad at hubby, with a few drinks in you, and horny any attention from a good-looking man gets you going. Plus the BBC curiosity is something we had talked about and ALWAYS seemed to be on our minds.
We all chatted and danced they asked what we were talking about it was one of my friends that spoke up, "You know girl stuff, relationships or lack thereof, financial issues, whatever is going on in our lives, and then men we talk about men, the one we have at home if there is one and what is on the menu this evening, just girl stuff."
While dancing, one of the guy's hands wandered a bit I didn't welcome it but didn't stop him. On one of the group visits to the bathroom (As everyone knows women can't go by themselves.) I find out my two GFs were invited upstairs for a drink. They told me it was basically up to me, if I said yes, then we all go, no, we all leave. I said yes, what could happen? We have a few drinks and then go home. We went upstairs to their room. 3 of "them", 3 of us.
To make a long story short, I woke up in bed, alone, with just my panties and bra on, and a hangover. My GFs were on the couches in another room. No clue what happened to me, but later found out I willingly ended up in that bedroom. My clothes and personal belongings were all intact. On the nite stand were a few $100 bills and a note saying thank you for an incredible time, I'll be texting or calling you. Paying me to have a few drinks, maybe a few too many since I passed out. I don't remember doing anything else.
A few days later I get this strange text asking me for another "appointment?" I was clueless, I figured it was a wrong number, so I text back "??" and the Response was, "This is Cathy from the casino the other nite?"
"Yes," He thought I was a call girl because sometime during that night I gave him a blow job. That is why he left the $100s. I remembered nothing and denied it. he texted me a picture, and there I was, on my knees, with no shirt, looking up at him with his Black Cock in my mouth!!??
"Fake, photoshopped?! I don't know, but me blowing a black man did NOT happen.
"It doesn't matter if you remember."
"What if I wasn't a call girl, what if I deny it?!"
He said, I sucked him like no tomorrow, and he wants another meeting. I said no, 'This isn't real.' He said he'd come over, show that picture to my husband and see what he thinks. I agreed to a meeting, in public.
The next day, we met for coffee. He turned his phone to me and lo and behold, his screen saver was a picture of me on my knees looking up with his cock in my mouth! He went to his photos and showed me numerous pictures of me sucking his cock from different angles and views. In some I was fully clothed, some I was topless, and in one I was just in my panties, he even had a short video clip. Some of these had to be taken by someone else. The last few he showed me was his cum on my face with my tongue out licking it from my lips, I felt sick and ran to the bathroom, where I puked.
After a few minutes, I rinsed my face, composed myself, and returned to the table. I told him that blackmail was out of the question since we were in financial distress. "I'm not going to demand money, I have enough, the price is your mouth swallowing my cock weekly." I felt disgusted, I didn't remember doing what I did. I must have been very *****! No way would I Cheat on my husband let alone give blow jobs to a black man. I never found them attractive. I did not know what to say, I just sat there silent. He gave me a timetable to make my decision. He said he would text me in a day or two and tell me where to meet him. I either show up and suck his cock or pics get sent to hubby.
The next thing I knew I was home, I Don't remember anything. I Must've driven home in a fog, Muscle memory I guess? I thought about what happened and started to cry. I either become a black man's blow job whore or my husband finds out something that will probably end our marriage. Something that honestly I do not remember, yet there is proof.
I didn't know what to do, so I carry on with daily life as much as possible, work, cook, clean, repeat, Sex with my husband was almost impossible, but I faked as much as possible. I got away without sucking him, I said my neck hurt. A cock in my mouth, even my husband's at this time I could not even fathom. The next day, go to work, come home and another day of bills show up, and nothing changes.
But the next day, as soon as I walked in the door, there it was. My phone gave the annoying "You got a text" tone. This time I just knew. And yes, it was him. It said to get some chapstick and show up, I have work to do. He gave an address and a time to be there by. If I'm late, a text message with pics/video goes to my husband. So, I turn around and headed out the door to go to where I can hopefully save my marriage.
I arrive and knock, he answers and tells me to come in and sit on the couch. He makes coffee while explaining to me what my new role is. I'm to give him 2-3 blow jobs a week. I try to say something but he says I'm not there to use my mouth to talk. He brought coffee over, sat on the couch next to me, and told me to take off my shirt. I start to cry, but he says the quicker I follow orders, the quicker I am out of there. So I am told again, to take off my shirt, then my bra, then my pants. I can keep panties on since my mouth is for use. He takes a drink of his coffee, and suggests that I do the same, "It will calm you."
I'm on the verge of tears, he doesn't care. He stands up, pulls his pants and underwear off, and sits down. He tells me to look at it, he takes my hand, and I kind of pull away a bit. He slaps my face, not hard, but enough to say I either comply or can explain why I have a swollen face. I let him guide my hand. After a minute, he puts his hand behind my head, grabs my hair, "You are going to learn to love this," and proceeds to push my head down.
Whore Bound Part two
As he was pushing my head down by my hair, I reached up and tried to swat his hand away, it was more of a reflex, a split second later I felt a hand grab my hair or what was left at the back of my head as I was thrown off the couch onto the floor.
He screamed, "What the fuck did I tell you slut? The next time you don't comply, I WILL bust your nose!"
"I understand."
He sat back down "Crawl to me and wrap your slut mouth around my black cock." I crawled to him and opened my mouth when suddenly he grabbed me by the hair again and kept my head down on his cock. "Work your mouth and tongue to make me hard." I felt him getting hard in my mouth. I could feel it growing in my throat. I started to gag and tear up, but he held my head there. I was having trouble breathing!
He let my head up, He was about to be out of my mouth when he pushed my head down again. He did this over and over. Push and pull, push and pull, my mouth was a hole he was fucking. I felt no emotion, I just mechanically went through the motion and waited for it to be over. "You're going to learn to love sucking my cock, you're going to be a whore, slut, and skank. What would your kids think knowing how you like blowing a nigger?"
I tried to tune him out. After a bit, he quickened the pace, up, down, up, down until he moaned, his body convulsed and I felt him pumping into my mouth. Since he was holding my head down, I had to swallow so as not to choke. He pumped his first load, a stream of hot milky sweet paste as soon as I swallowed there was another stream, then another.
He let go of my head. "Lick it up, clean me with your mouth." I couldn't wait to be done and out of there, so I did it quickly and didn't taste it. "You are done, sit down." He explained to me that was nothing more than him fucking a hole. He could have jerked off if he wanted that. Next time, I was to do it with enthusiasm. I was to learn to worship his cock. I was to learn to love it.
In my mind, I thought I could act the part, so I said "Yes, I will learn."
"Get dressed and leave. I will text you I want you again. "Get used to wearing hot red lipstick, I suggest you wear it daily," I said yes and left. I couldn't wait to get home, Drink Listerine, gasoline, piss, I didn't care. I had to get him out of my mouth, I could still smell and taste him.
I started my car and was about to leave when my phone went off, it was him, I forgot something. He came out a few seconds later, I opened the window and he gave me a $100 bill. "A whore always gets paid, even when it wasn't good."
I got home, my husband was there. He asked me what was wrong. "Nothing, I'm fine." I heard him mumble, "Fucking period." LOL, if he only knew I just had a black man fuck my mouth. I went upstairs, took the $100 bill out, and put it in my purse with the other one I had not touched. Two blow jobs, $200. It's not bad, but it's not worth it. But what was I to do sit and wait for him to send for me so he could degrade me, humiliate me, embarrass me again?
Usually, when I have my period, I blow my husband, he thinks I am on my period, but I am not, so that nite I used the neck hurt excuse again.
The thing is... he got fixed a while ago, so I went off the pill. Even though I'm nearing my mid-40s, (ouch), I'm still fertile. Since then, I've been hornier than ever but sex or a cock In my mouth just doesn't cut it anymore. (Oh well, a tangled web we weave.) I knowingly or willingly sucked this man's cock that nite, even though proof was shown, I believe I was roofied, too *****, or something. No way would I let a dirty black cock in my mouth.
It was 2 days later, 'Come suck my cock, and it better be good or else!!!' I texted back, 'When and where?" His place again, and at that precise time, I was knocking, I heard him say to come in, and I entered.
He came up to me, looked, grabbed me by the hair, dragged me across the room, and threw me on the couch. "What the fuck did I tell you last time you cunt?!"
"I can't remember!"
"Red lipstick!?" He reminded me that I will do what I'm told. He told me to strip, and while I was undressing he left and came back with lipstick, I put it on.
"On the floor, on your knees." I was made to crawl back to the door, then back to him. I pulled off his pants and underwear. He grabbed my hair forcing me to look at him. "Follow my instructions to the tee,"
"Yes."
He held his hand up to slap me and said "Yes what?"
"Yes Sir?"
"Now you're getting it, lift my cock, lick the underside, the entire shaft. Kiss it, suck on my balls, back up, lick the underside again, put me in your mouth, wrap your tongue around me, and maintain eye contact. Now like last time, go down on it and stay down."
Again, like last time, I could feel it lengthen to the back of my throat. I started to gag, and he grabbed my head and held it there. "Start sucking, but never take your mouth completely off me." I did as he said, every time I went down, he told me to take more into my mouth, and if I needed help with that his hand was there to push. Then he'd tell me to lick the sides, kissing it. He wanted me to tell him how much I loved it. I couldn't, he slapped me.
"You are a useless cunt, if you love the punishment, you came to the right guy. Now do what the fuck you are told or the next slap draws blood!"
"I love sucking your cock."
"What kind of cock?"
"I love sucking your big black cock!"
"Now you're starting to get it." He had me repeat it over and over for the rest of the session. I kept sucking slowly, up, down, licking, kissing, eye contact, faster, slower, on and on it felt like forever until he finally said "Now finish me off slut!" So I sucked, up, down, I heard him moan and knew he was... I could feel the contraction, the pulse working its way up his shaft until it spewed down my throat again, once, twice, a pause, then a third shot. I maintained eye contact most of the time but enough to see the relief and pleasure on his face. Even after he came, he held my head and kept me sucking, he had me squeeze my lips as I worked my way up to get every drop.
When I was done "Now that's how a good white whore sucks cock, that's what a pretty white mouth is for. I expect the same or better every time."
"Yes Sir."
"Get up, dress, and get out." he gave me another $100 bill at the door. "Whores always get paid. I'll be texting." I left.
Over the next few days, I didn't think about it, until his next text arrived, 'I'm ready, but we are trying something new.' I texted back the standard 'When and where?'
I'm at his door, red lipstick applied, "Come in." I entered, removed my clothes, crawled to him, and started to unzip him when he stopped me. He pulled out a pink u-shaped-looking thing. One part went inside my vagina while the other part layed on my clit. He gave me the box and told me to read the instructions. I went in the bathroom, it was a pretty easy read, I put it in and put my panties back on.
I came out, got down, and crawled back to the couch. He had a small device in his hand. "Get ready," and push a button. I was startled, I could feel the thing vibrate inside me, on my clit. It was a low-humming type of thing. He stopped, "Do you like it?"
"Yes Sir."
He said that was low, there were higher settings "Get to work now whore." I immediately had his cock in my mouth. While sucking, he would turn that thing on, and I would have stopped but my head would've been forced down. I was told to suck and enjoy at the same time, I found that when he increased the intensity I sucked with more fervor.
"I love sucking black cock," and "I'm a whore." all while sucking and gyrating my hips in a way that increased the feeling. As he got closer to climaxing, he increased the intensity. I knew I was going to cum. I was moaning too. As I was getting near to an orgasm, he turned it too high, I started to orgasm as I felt the first wave of hot cum down my throat. I sucked harder anticipating the second and third loads. He cums in 3s… lol. I realized I was enjoying it!!! I was orgasming and still sucking him!!! I sucked and orgasmed. When it was over, I collapsed on the floor, I was spent, I hadn't orgasmed like that in a while. After a minute I cleaned him up, with my mouth, removed the bullet, washed it, dressed, and left with my $100.
That night I sucked my husband's dick, then pulled him into me. I came so hard from his fucking, but one thing, a few times while being fucked, I imagined it was the black guy. Laying there afterward satisfied somewhat, I realized I loved his Black Cock in my mouth, I loved being his whore, I loved the piling up $100 bills, and was looking forward to his next text !!!!
There were times over the next several sessions when he pulled out his phone and videoed me. But with the bullet humming on my G-spot and clit. I would look dead into the camera, and sucked even harder, saying things like, "I love being a niggers whore! I love black cock!" etc. I've been videoed with his cock slapping my face, licking up excess cum, swallowing, and orgasm from the bullet.
I've become a complete slut. I've said on video that I wanted nigger cock in my pussy!!! On visits, he would play videos of me on the television, videos of me, sucking his cock, the bullet giving me orgasms videos displaying his complete control over my life, how he controls and can make my orgasms here as well as at home so intense, it's amazing.
Then he added an anal bullet. A little egg that vibrates in my ass. It helps with vaginal orgasms. Sometimes I only had the anal egg and had to learn to orgasm from that! Those orgasms are more intense, longer lasting, and deeper, they have made me want to be fucked in the ass.
I don't say a thing to my husband or even reference that, but I'm on video begging for a black cock in my ass... I'm a whore! The $100s kept piling up to the point I went on the internet to find out how to tell the best way possible if they are real, it seems they are.
I started to spend them on groceries, gasoline, and any bill that I could pay in person. This meant our checking account would have more money which in turn meant more towards college for my son.
He was right about one thing, I did learn to love it! The feeling of being controlled physically, sexually, and emotionally by a Black man excites me thinking about it. 'It's only blow jobs,' but that seems to epitomize the control he has over me.
I do beg or ask him to fuck me, but he says he doesn't fuck whores, just blow jobs. He still slaps me from time to time which I now know is a needed element in a situation like this. He has finished on my face to 'Mark his territory," Yes, his. My husband only borrows me, I belong to him. I love getting his texts.
One time he had me meet him in a parking lot. I sucked his cock there. The excitement of maybe being seen was amazing. No bullet or egg that day. I masturbated while blowing him and yes, I timed it to orgasm as I was swallowing his triple load.
Then one day as I left, he handed me $100 "This is the last time I pay, from now on, your mouth is free to me, I'll be texting" and closed the door in my face.
He screamed, "What the fuck did I tell you slut? The next time you don't comply, I WILL bust your nose!"
"I understand."
He sat back down "Crawl to me and wrap your slut mouth around my black cock." I crawled to him and opened my mouth when suddenly he grabbed me by the hair again and kept my head down on his cock. "Work your mouth and tongue to make me hard." I felt him getting hard in my mouth. I could feel it growing in my throat. I started to gag and tear up, but he held my head there. I was having trouble breathing!
He let my head up, He was about to be out of my mouth when he pushed my head down again. He did this over and over. Push and pull, push and pull, my mouth was a hole he was fucking. I felt no emotion, I just mechanically went through the motion and waited for it to be over. "You're going to learn to love sucking my cock, you're going to be a whore, slut, and skank. What would your kids think knowing how you like blowing a nigger?"
I tried to tune him out. After a bit, he quickened the pace, up, down, up, down until he moaned, his body convulsed and I felt him pumping into my mouth. Since he was holding my head down, I had to swallow so as not to choke. He pumped his first load, a stream of hot milky sweet paste as soon as I swallowed there was another stream, then another.
He let go of my head. "Lick it up, clean me with your mouth." I couldn't wait to be done and out of there, so I did it quickly and didn't taste it. "You are done, sit down." He explained to me that was nothing more than him fucking a hole. He could have jerked off if he wanted that. Next time, I was to do it with enthusiasm. I was to learn to worship his cock. I was to learn to love it.
In my mind, I thought I could act the part, so I said "Yes, I will learn."
"Get dressed and leave. I will text you I want you again. "Get used to wearing hot red lipstick, I suggest you wear it daily," I said yes and left. I couldn't wait to get home, Drink Listerine, gasoline, piss, I didn't care. I had to get him out of my mouth, I could still smell and taste him.
I started my car and was about to leave when my phone went off, it was him, I forgot something. He came out a few seconds later, I opened the window and he gave me a $100 bill. "A whore always gets paid, even when it wasn't good."
I got home, my husband was there. He asked me what was wrong. "Nothing, I'm fine." I heard him mumble, "Fucking period." LOL, if he only knew I just had a black man fuck my mouth. I went upstairs, took the $100 bill out, and put it in my purse with the other one I had not touched. Two blow jobs, $200. It's not bad, but it's not worth it. But what was I to do sit and wait for him to send for me so he could degrade me, humiliate me, embarrass me again?
Usually, when I have my period, I blow my husband, he thinks I am on my period, but I am not, so that nite I used the neck hurt excuse again.
The thing is... he got fixed a while ago, so I went off the pill. Even though I'm nearing my mid-40s, (ouch), I'm still fertile. Since then, I've been hornier than ever but sex or a cock In my mouth just doesn't cut it anymore. (Oh well, a tangled web we weave.) I knowingly or willingly sucked this man's cock that nite, even though proof was shown, I believe I was roofied, too *****, or something. No way would I let a dirty black cock in my mouth.
It was 2 days later, 'Come suck my cock, and it better be good or else!!!' I texted back, 'When and where?" His place again, and at that precise time, I was knocking, I heard him say to come in, and I entered.
He came up to me, looked, grabbed me by the hair, dragged me across the room, and threw me on the couch. "What the fuck did I tell you last time you cunt?!"
"I can't remember!"
"Red lipstick!?" He reminded me that I will do what I'm told. He told me to strip, and while I was undressing he left and came back with lipstick, I put it on.
"On the floor, on your knees." I was made to crawl back to the door, then back to him. I pulled off his pants and underwear. He grabbed my hair forcing me to look at him. "Follow my instructions to the tee,"
"Yes."
He held his hand up to slap me and said "Yes what?"
"Yes Sir?"
"Now you're getting it, lift my cock, lick the underside, the entire shaft. Kiss it, suck on my balls, back up, lick the underside again, put me in your mouth, wrap your tongue around me, and maintain eye contact. Now like last time, go down on it and stay down."
Again, like last time, I could feel it lengthen to the back of my throat. I started to gag, and he grabbed my head and held it there. "Start sucking, but never take your mouth completely off me." I did as he said, every time I went down, he told me to take more into my mouth, and if I needed help with that his hand was there to push. Then he'd tell me to lick the sides, kissing it. He wanted me to tell him how much I loved it. I couldn't, he slapped me.
"You are a useless cunt, if you love the punishment, you came to the right guy. Now do what the fuck you are told or the next slap draws blood!"
"I love sucking your cock."
"What kind of cock?"
"I love sucking your big black cock!"
"Now you're starting to get it." He had me repeat it over and over for the rest of the session. I kept sucking slowly, up, down, licking, kissing, eye contact, faster, slower, on and on it felt like forever until he finally said "Now finish me off slut!" So I sucked, up, down, I heard him moan and knew he was... I could feel the contraction, the pulse working its way up his shaft until it spewed down my throat again, once, twice, a pause, then a third shot. I maintained eye contact most of the time but enough to see the relief and pleasure on his face. Even after he came, he held my head and kept me sucking, he had me squeeze my lips as I worked my way up to get every drop.
When I was done "Now that's how a good white whore sucks cock, that's what a pretty white mouth is for. I expect the same or better every time."
"Yes Sir."
"Get up, dress, and get out." he gave me another $100 bill at the door. "Whores always get paid. I'll be texting." I left.
Over the next few days, I didn't think about it, until his next text arrived, 'I'm ready, but we are trying something new.' I texted back the standard 'When and where?'
I'm at his door, red lipstick applied, "Come in." I entered, removed my clothes, crawled to him, and started to unzip him when he stopped me. He pulled out a pink u-shaped-looking thing. One part went inside my vagina while the other part layed on my clit. He gave me the box and told me to read the instructions. I went in the bathroom, it was a pretty easy read, I put it in and put my panties back on.
I came out, got down, and crawled back to the couch. He had a small device in his hand. "Get ready," and push a button. I was startled, I could feel the thing vibrate inside me, on my clit. It was a low-humming type of thing. He stopped, "Do you like it?"
"Yes Sir."
He said that was low, there were higher settings "Get to work now whore." I immediately had his cock in my mouth. While sucking, he would turn that thing on, and I would have stopped but my head would've been forced down. I was told to suck and enjoy at the same time, I found that when he increased the intensity I sucked with more fervor.
"I love sucking black cock," and "I'm a whore." all while sucking and gyrating my hips in a way that increased the feeling. As he got closer to climaxing, he increased the intensity. I knew I was going to cum. I was moaning too. As I was getting near to an orgasm, he turned it too high, I started to orgasm as I felt the first wave of hot cum down my throat. I sucked harder anticipating the second and third loads. He cums in 3s… lol. I realized I was enjoying it!!! I was orgasming and still sucking him!!! I sucked and orgasmed. When it was over, I collapsed on the floor, I was spent, I hadn't orgasmed like that in a while. After a minute I cleaned him up, with my mouth, removed the bullet, washed it, dressed, and left with my $100.
That night I sucked my husband's dick, then pulled him into me. I came so hard from his fucking, but one thing, a few times while being fucked, I imagined it was the black guy. Laying there afterward satisfied somewhat, I realized I loved his Black Cock in my mouth, I loved being his whore, I loved the piling up $100 bills, and was looking forward to his next text !!!!
There were times over the next several sessions when he pulled out his phone and videoed me. But with the bullet humming on my G-spot and clit. I would look dead into the camera, and sucked even harder, saying things like, "I love being a niggers whore! I love black cock!" etc. I've been videoed with his cock slapping my face, licking up excess cum, swallowing, and orgasm from the bullet.
I've become a complete slut. I've said on video that I wanted nigger cock in my pussy!!! On visits, he would play videos of me on the television, videos of me, sucking his cock, the bullet giving me orgasms videos displaying his complete control over my life, how he controls and can make my orgasms here as well as at home so intense, it's amazing.
Then he added an anal bullet. A little egg that vibrates in my ass. It helps with vaginal orgasms. Sometimes I only had the anal egg and had to learn to orgasm from that! Those orgasms are more intense, longer lasting, and deeper, they have made me want to be fucked in the ass.
I don't say a thing to my husband or even reference that, but I'm on video begging for a black cock in my ass... I'm a whore! The $100s kept piling up to the point I went on the internet to find out how to tell the best way possible if they are real, it seems they are.
I started to spend them on groceries, gasoline, and any bill that I could pay in person. This meant our checking account would have more money which in turn meant more towards college for my son.
He was right about one thing, I did learn to love it! The feeling of being controlled physically, sexually, and emotionally by a Black man excites me thinking about it. 'It's only blow jobs,' but that seems to epitomize the control he has over me.
I do beg or ask him to fuck me, but he says he doesn't fuck whores, just blow jobs. He still slaps me from time to time which I now know is a needed element in a situation like this. He has finished on my face to 'Mark his territory," Yes, his. My husband only borrows me, I belong to him. I love getting his texts.
One time he had me meet him in a parking lot. I sucked his cock there. The excitement of maybe being seen was amazing. No bullet or egg that day. I masturbated while blowing him and yes, I timed it to orgasm as I was swallowing his triple load.
Then one day as I left, he handed me $100 "This is the last time I pay, from now on, your mouth is free to me, I'll be texting" and closed the door in my face.
