***This is how I'd like to join the BNWO. It is a submissive and mildly violent story. It's rushed and probably has mistakes. But I hope like-minded people will enjoy it.***
“The BW- what?” I asked her.
My wife laughed impatiently. “Oh my gosh, the BNWO, Black New World Order.” She gripped my hand tighter as she waited for my reaction.
I scoffed at her as we rode the escalator up to another floor of the casino. “You and your conspiracy theories,” My wife was an absolute stunner, but in my opinion, she could be a dimwit at times.
“Baby, it’s not a conspiracy, it’s an actual growing movement and I’m telling you, it’s getting stronger every day. It means that maybe white men have run things long enough, everything is a mess, so let’s try something different and you know what, I think it’s something you should take seriously, you never know.” Again she fidgeted with my hand as she awaited my response.
“Why ‘black’ new world?”
“Well, why not?” she asked as we stepped off the escalator. I ignored her question. Something was wrong. There were no gaming tables on this floor, no people.
“Whatever,” I said, looking around. “Hey, I think we're on the wrong floor. There are some guys in that office. Let’s go in and ask them where the fuck we are.”
“Baby, we can’t just barge in there. It looks like a private area, those guys look important,” She pressed her face against the darkened window at the three black men talking in a large, private office. She paused for a moment, “Wow, they’re hot.”
“Maybe you can tell them they’re in charge now.”
“Stop it, you don’t take anything I say seriously, do you?”
“You come up with some pretty stupid theories, honey. You’ll believe anything,”
She crossed her arms irritably. “Can we just go back down to the casino? You can be a damn know-it-all, you know that?”
“Oh, settle down.” I was annoyed now, I pushed the door open without knocking and walked inside like I owned the place.
The three men fell silent and turned to me, “Are you lost, you idiot?” one of them demanded harshly, in a heavy African accent.
“Ease up, pal. I’m trying to find my way back to the tables.”
My wife rushed up to my side and grabbed my arm, “Why are you being such as asshole?”
Before I realized what was happening, two of the men pulled me from my wife and held my arms while the third man, the one who had yelled at me, was in my face. “What you should have done, is found your way back out that door,” he sneered. I struggled to free myself from his companions, but it was like trying to remove my arms from chains. I looked at them both, and they stared back stone-faced. They were handsome, serious, and extremely strong, I started to realize the gravity of my situation. My wife interjected as I stood silent, pondering my options, “We will do that, sir, please, let him go.” She smiled at the man who seemed to be in charge.
He looked her up and down causing her to blush at the attention, “The name is Tyrell,” he said to her, far more politely than he had spoken to me.
“Hi Tyrell,” she replied sweetly, she seemed taken with him. I looked at her with great annoyance but felt it was safest to keep my mouth shut.
“This is Okoye and Amari, they are the ones who are about to fuck up your friend.”
I watched him carefully as he spoke, now with much more fear than bravado. I realized my bad decision and big mouth had gotten me into a predicament. “I’m her husband, but, uh, we’ll go,” I said, trying not to sound frightened. “Sorry for the confusion, my man.”
Tyrell rolled his eyes at me with growing exasperation. “I am not 'your man.' You do not walk into my place of business like you are in charge, and then think you can just walk back out.”
“No, sir. Of course not,” I apologized, feeling more and more desperate. I could feel myself begin to shake.
“And you damn sure do not bring this beautiful woman through my door, and think you can just leave before I get a chance to know her better,” he added, turning his attention to my wife.
I looked at her, anticipating her anger about his previous comment. But she looked composed, maybe even a little flattered. “So how do we get ourselves out of here then, Tyrell?” she asked humbly.
He pulled a black silk handkerchief from his suit pocket. “I can be a reasonable man. So, let us agree on a deal. You wear this blindfold and get on your knees. Then we will play a little guessing game. Let us call it who is in my mouth?”
I let out a nervous chuckle and shook my head in defiance. “Yeah, I don’t think so, absolutely not.”
Tyrell held up his index finger, and I immediately went silent. “Now, as soon as she guesses correctly, our game is over and you may go, but with each guess she gets wrong, you my friend, get struck.”
“Alright,” she agreed promptly, without waiting for any input from me, I looked at her in shock.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked her sharply, but she disregarded my question entirely.
Tyrell looked at her and smiled, “I am not done, you see, if you guess wrong three times, well then, you belong to us for a little while.” He laughed arrogantly and then switched his focus to me, “While he watches.”
“Deal!” she agreed with enthusiasm, She grabbed my arm and whispered way too readily, “Don’t worry, I can do this, baby. I’ll get us out of this mess.” I closed my eyes and shook my head, this can't be happening.
Okoye and Amari slammed me back against the wall. “You will want to stay right there, do not move,” Amari sneered. I obeyed without a word, terrified of getting manhandled again, and astounded by how fast this was happening, and how willingly my wife was going along with it. Tyrell was drawing the window blinds and locking the door that we had entered then all three men surrounded my wife, and I watched in disbelief as they began to casually undress.
“This is insane!” I yelled, then immediately went silent again in fright. They were imposing with their clothes on, but as they removed their jackets and shirts, they revealed bodies that were lean and powerful, when they lowered their pants and freed their massive, handsome cocks, both my wife and I stared in astonishment. Still, my wife showed no sign of backing down. She let out a soft, almost complimentary “Oh, my,” once all three were completely naked she began to kneel submissively in the middle of them without wavering and stayed perfectly still as Tyrell tied the blindfold. Okoye approached her first, he held the tip of his cock to her lips, and upon feeling it she met it with her tongue and explored it with a few delicate licks. “Wow, ok, so we’re starting,” she said with a bashful giggle. I shook my head at her audacity as she betrayed our marriage and went along with this madness.
“Open your mouth, my dear,” he ordered, and instantly her lips parted. He pushed his cock inside until it caused her to choke slightly, and she closed her mouth snugly around him. She began to suck his cock quite willingly. I rationalized that she was trying to memorize its size and shape so that she could identify it later, that was the point of the game after all. After an agonizing amount of time, Okoye mercifully pulled his dick from her, and I thought I saw disappointment on her face as it slipped out of her mouth.
“Oh, ok,” she finally said upon accepting the first turn was over, “I guess that’s Amari?”
From above her, an amused voice corrected her. “No, my dear, it is me, Okoye.” She nodded in understanding.
Tyrell dished out my punishment without delay, and I whimpered loudly as the back of his powerful hand met my face.
“Oops, I’m so sorry, baby,” she said hastily, “Let me try again!"
Next Amari stepped in front of her. Unlike Okoye, he waited until she reached up and found his cock. Semi-erect, it extended out from his body, with still enough length for the final few inches to arc heavily down toward the floor. She took it into her hands and caressed it. By using her hands, I hoped maybe it would help her remember him better. I didn’t want to get struck again.
As she took him in her mouth, she moved her lips up and down Amari’s cock, and it glistened with her saliva. I waited in torment for her to finally guess, but she continued to explore its length with her mouth. Finally, Amari pulled out. “Okoye again,” she said with certainty. I slumped in frustration. How could she make such a terrible guess? Okoye was in her mouth just a few minutes ago, were they so similar she couldn’t tell them apart, they didn’t look like it to me?
Tyrell hit me across the face again, this time with a powerful open-handed slap, causing my knees to buckle slightly. My cheek burned, and I shook my head in pain.
“Oh, wow,” she said upon hearing the blow, except with slightly more joy than concern. “That sounded violent.”
Tyrell stood in front of her now, and while the length of his dark cock was remarkable, it was the girth that was most impressive. Tyrell’s fist barely fit around it as he pushed it against my wife’s lips.
She opened her lips wide but could barely fit the head of Tyrell’s thick cock into her mouth. She sucked on the tip but couldn’t draw it in any further. Finally, she yielded to its size, and as a consolation, she ran her tongue admiringly up the sides of it. “It’s so thick,” she marveled. She had to know that this was Tyrell. She had already had Amari and Okoye deep inside her mouth. This cock was way too thick to be one of theirs, I waited for her to say Tyrell’s name so that the game would finally be over and we could go.
Tyrell pulled back and waited for her answer. I noticed a look of mischief on her face, she smiled warmly and said, “I think that’s Amari again?”
“What?” I whispered to myself in horror, did she just get it wrong on purpose? My confusion was quickly interrupted by a resounding smack to the back of my head.
“Oh no,” she said hearing me get hit again, her voice tinged with even more delight. “Did I guess wrong three times?” she asked with mock innocence. Tyrell pulled the blindfold off her head, she squinted up at him, “Oh, it was Tyrell.”
“You know what happens now?” he asked.
“I think I lost,” she offered bashfully and bounced gently on her knees awaiting his response.
“Yes, you lost, so, tell me. Who do you want to own you first?”
She looked around eagerly at the naked, black men. “Okoye,” she offered, after careful consideration.
“What are you doing?” I yelled.
She looked at me and tilted her head in pity. “Baby, I lost. I’m so sorry, I was sure that was Amari.” She looked at Tyrell with a sneaky smile, and I saw her wink at him, “So now,” she said as she began unbuttoning her blouse, “I guess I am the property of these gentlemen.”
“What the hell do you mean ‘their property?’” I screamed in disbelief.
She dropped her blouse to the floor, then unclasped her bra, baring her small, white breasts. Her nipples were undeniably erect. “I mean, I think these men want to do things to your wife now. Naughty things, baby,” she turned her gaze to Tyrell’s fat cock, then to his handsome face. “You men want to do things to me now, Right?” she asked politely, He nodded arrogantly, and she smiled back at him.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked as Okoye approached her. She held her hands out and allowed him to undo her skirt, I watched in anguish as it fell to the floor.
“I believe it’s the start of a new world, baby, I tried to tell you that,” she said cheerfully and slid her panties down her legs.
Tyrell and Amari grabbed me and pushed me onto the couch. They sat on each side of me as I struggled to stand, but they restrained me with little effort. “Honey, don’t struggle, they’re way too powerful for you,” she giggled as they held me down. “Besides, I belong to them for now.” Okoye nodded, then eased her gently onto her back on the ottoman in front of the couch, and hovered menacingly over her. She put her hands on his powerful shoulders and stroked them as she stared up into his eyes. He gripped his long, black cock with his fist and rubbed the head firmly against my wife’s bare pussy. “Yes,” I heard her whisper as she nodded up at him, and with a gentle push, the dark head disappeared into her light pink lips and she let out a low, gasping breath, then a sigh of pleasure.
“That’s my wife, you bastard!” I screamed, not a single person bothered to acknowledge me, I had been rendered irrelevant. I watched as Okoye continued to ease inside of her. Her arms dangled above her head now, underscoring her willingness to surrender her body to him.
“Wait. Hold on. Please, use a condom. Please?” I begged pitifully.
“Nah,” was all Okoye said, and she smiled and shrugged playfully at his refusal, He finally pushed his cock inside her. Her back arched severely and her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Oh wow, that’s so deep, Daddy,” she hissed at Okoye in delight. I was gutted by her uninhibited praise of her new lover, and her eagerness to go along with this entire arrangement. My mind struggled to comprehend how this horrifying scenario had unfolded around me.
As he began sliding out, I saw that his dick was completely drenched. With one pump of his substantial cock, he had made my wife’s pussy incredibly wet. Skillfully, deliberately, he began working his long cock in and out of her. He knew how to fuck a woman to my dismay, she began rocking her hips in sync with him, his abs and chest flexed as his thrusts, and her breathing began to pick up speed. Okoye was slamming his hips against her now. Tyrell and Amari were holding me down, enjoying the show just a few feet in front of us, both men were still naked, which furthered my humiliation. Their huge, black cocks, just inches from me, were completely erect as they waited for their turn to fuck my wife. I had no choice but to watch as Okoye continued to ravage her and she laid there, voluntarily, as his strong, black hands pushed against the back of her thighs.
Finally, she looked over at me, her eyes glazed. “Oh, baby, this is fucking amazing!” she moaned. I was devastated by her continued appreciation of this man fucking her so well.
Okoye seemed enthused by her praise, “Oh, I see you cannot resist the African dick.”
His brazen words shook me. I had one last bit of hope that this was the moment she would regain her senses and put a stop to this. I was wrong. She looked up at him and purred agreeably, “Oh, I fucking love the African dick, Daddy!”
“No!” I yelled and tried to stand, but the powerful men on each side of me held me down with ease.
Tyrell laughed. “Your boy is trying to stop your fun!”
She was gasping wildly now as Okoye repeatedly pumped the length of his cock in and out of her. Breathlessly she fought to form the words, “So just…” She trembled in desire. “Remind him of his place.”
My face contorted in panic. What the hell was she saying? But Tyrell understood immediately and his eyes lit up. “So, you are saying you want me to strike him again?”
She turned her head to look at Tyrell and said between moans, “Yes, do it.”
He happily obliged her request and landed a punch directly to my stomach that resonated with a thud. I gasped in pain, then let out a pitiful, high-pitched cry.
My wife moaned harder and let out a squeal of delight. She looked at my assailant in a daze, “You’re so strong, Tyrell. Did he hurt you, baby?”
“I’m ok,” I muttered in obvious agony.
“He’s ok,” she whispered, rocking intensely on her back to the rhythm of Okoye’s skillful fucking. “I guess that wasn’t hard enough,” she suggested, this time looking over into my eyes, which were fighting back tears, both of pain and betrayal.
This time it was Amari. With a closed fist, he snapped a short, powerful punch directly to my face. I felt bloodstream from my split upper lip into my mouth, and I closed my eyes tight in anguish, tears beginning to spill out.
“Oh, Fuck, Yes!” she gasped in pleasure, “Oh look, baby, you’re bleeding,” she added with perverse delight.
She looked up at Okoye, who had slowed his thrusting somewhat to watch me getting beaten at my wife’s request. He seemed both perplexed and entertained. She reached up and turned his face back to hers. “Flip me over, Daddy, fuck me doggy style so I can see him.”
Okoye pulled out of her. He picked her up from the ottoman effortlessly and set her down on her knees facing me. She dropped to all fours. “I can see you better now, baby,” she laughed. Okoye slid his cock inside her from behind. She stared directly at me as he entered her, and bit her bottom lip, “Oh fuck, he’s deep, he’s really deep in your wife, baby!”
“That’s enough,” I groaned at her in agony, tasting a considerable amount of blood in my mouth.
Her mouth curled into a cruel grin. Okoye was pumping her faster from behind now, and her tits swayed wildly. Her head whipped back and forth with each forceful assault, but her eyes never left mine. “Are you crying?” she asked in wicked amusement. “Baby, I told you, didn’t I, this is just the beginning.” The cadence of her speech was labored and uneven. “Can you believe it?” She paused to gasp. “Can you believe how easily Okoye is taking your wife?” Okoye sped up, his powerful, black hands tight on her hips, pulling her back against him again and again. “Okoye is claiming my pussy right in front of you and you’re not doing a thing!" 'fuck, why is that so hot to me?' She was delirious now, “Ugh, this beautiful black man is so deep inside me,” she looked over her shoulder at him, “Aren’t you, Daddy?”
A wicked grin spread across Okoye’s face, and then his body tensed.
She swung her head back around to me. “Oh, sweetie, I think he’s going to cum!” She dropped her head down as Okoye thrust faster, and then she looked back up at me, “He’s going to,” she groaned, “He's going to cum inside me!”
“Please, no,” I sobbed.
Amari, without warning, punched the side of my head. I heard ringing and felt dizzy, but fought to keep my eyes on my wife. To her enjoyment, tears streamed down my cheeks. She looked to Tyrell. “Now, you,” she begged.
Tyrell threw his fist so forcefully into my chest that it knocked the wind out of me. Panicked, I gasped frantically for breath. Over and over I struggled with little success to breathe again, as the two men tormenting me laughing proudly. “Oh, look!” she murmured in fascination. “He can’t breathe!” She paused and dropped her head again. “Fuck, that’s so hot, it's gonna make me cum,” she spit out through clenched teeth, and her body trembled in a frenzy. Okoye let out a deafening grunt as he buried his black cock into my wife and held her hips securely against him his muscles, moist with sweat, flexed spectacularly as he orgasmed.
Her head rose and her eyes widened. “Oh yes! Cum inside me, Daddy!” She continued to convulse from her orgasm. “I can feel him, baby! I can feel his cock pulsing deep in my body, Oh sweetie, I can acel his cum filling me up, Oh fuck, I love… this… feeling!” After catching his breath, Okoye, now spent, slid out of my wife and pushed her forward coldly and she collapsed on the ottoman. She brushed the hair out of her face and looked up at me, her head resting on the cushion. She smiled, almost kindly, Amari, eager to go next, stood up and turned her over, “Okoye,” he laughed, “What a mess you have made.”
My wife reached down and ran her fingers over herself. “I guess my little pussy couldn’t hold all that,” she said with wonder. She brought her index finger to her mouth and sucked it clean, “Mmm,” she moaned.
I could finally breathe again, Amari looked at me. “You have to clean that up, man.”
“How?” I asked anxiously as I wiped my eyes, “It’s not like I have a towel.”
All four of them laughed. Tyrell pushed me up from the couch toward Amari, who caught me and shoved me to my knees. “Oh, please no,” I begged.
Amari pushed my head between my wife’s thighs and held me there. “Every drop,” he ordered.
Barely able to breathe, I panicked. I began licking her feverishly in hopes that Amari would let me up. There was cum all over her.
“Oh, that’s it, baby,” she giggled, “lick up all Okoye’s cum. Don’t worry, I tasted it. It’s very yummy.”
Amari mercifully let me up. I knelt, breathing heavily through my nose, with a mouth full of Okoye’s semen. With no other option, I swallowed.
The room erupted in laughter, and Amari tossed me out of the way. He held out his hand and helped my wife up from the ottoman. He then sprawled out on it himself and stroked his cock. “Climb on, my dear,” he invited her.
Not needing to be asked twice, she straddled him and lowered herself slowly onto his magnificent cock. I sat on the floor and watched as she pleasured another man with her body. They didn’t hold me down this time. I guess they felt that I had accepted my place.
Up and down she bounced on him, propelled by her lean, shapely legs. Her perfect breasts bounced in time with her ass, and I was struck by how beautiful she was. She looked so natural, o in her element. The contrast of their skin was stunning. Her face was positively alluring as she moaned while his cock filled her so completely.
A sweaty Okoye flopped down beside me. He motioned to my wife. “This is how it should be,” he said. “To be certain, this is how it will be.” His voice was calm, almost soothing like he was dispensing wisdom that I desperately needed to hear. “All women want men like us, Powerful, black men.”
“I guess so,” I sniffed and wiped my eyes again.
“Do not be sad,” he said kindly. “It is better to learn this now. Trust me, she is not the first white wife we have converted. She will not be the last.”
I didn’t respond, but I was grateful for his advice. I looked at him and nodded humbly.
“And do not worry, we will not beat you any longer. You have come to realize your place.”
After Amari finished inside her, it was no doubt my job to clean her again. I was more agreeable this time. I crawled over to her without being asked. And with my tongue, I obediently prepared her for Tyrell. It was my job this night. And it was likely to be my job for many more nights for the rest of my life.
Tyrell and my wife made love on the couch for quite some time. The other two men had wandered off to get dressed and make themselves drinks. I just sat and watched quietly. I watched my wife moan and writhe, I watched her make faces that she never made with me. I watched this man pleasure her with talents I could never hope to possess.
When he was done with her, he walked over to his clothes and searched the pockets for his phone. He walked back to my wife, lying naked on the couch. “I would like a picture,” he said.
“Of course,” she answered sweetly. “If you promise to put my number in there as well.” I was hurt of course, but didn’t bother to object.
He took several pictures of her sprawled naked on the couch, then asked me to take one of them together. She perched on his lap smiling, with her arms around his neck. As I took a picture of my naked wife on another man’s lap, with his phone no less, I realized my surrender was complete. In one short night, I made my transition to the BNWO.
“The BW- what?” I asked her.My wife laughed impatiently. “Oh my gosh, the BNWO, Black New World Order.” She gripped my hand tighter as she waited for my reaction.
I scoffed at her as we rode the escalator up to another floor of the casino. “You and your conspiracy theories,” My wife was an absolute stunner, but in my opinion, she could be a dimwit at times.
“Baby, it’s not a conspiracy, it’s an actual growing movement and I’m telling you, it’s getting stronger every day. It means that maybe white men have run things long enough, everything is a mess, so let’s try something different and you know what, I think it’s something you should take seriously, you never know.” Again she fidgeted with my hand as she awaited my response.
“Why ‘black’ new world?”
“Well, why not?” she asked as we stepped off the escalator. I ignored her question. Something was wrong. There were no gaming tables on this floor, no people.
“Whatever,” I said, looking around. “Hey, I think we're on the wrong floor. There are some guys in that office. Let’s go in and ask them where the fuck we are.”
“Baby, we can’t just barge in there. It looks like a private area, those guys look important,” She pressed her face against the darkened window at the three black men talking in a large, private office. She paused for a moment, “Wow, they’re hot.”
“Maybe you can tell them they’re in charge now.”
“Stop it, you don’t take anything I say seriously, do you?”
“You come up with some pretty stupid theories, honey. You’ll believe anything,”
She crossed her arms irritably. “Can we just go back down to the casino? You can be a damn know-it-all, you know that?”
“Oh, settle down.” I was annoyed now, I pushed the door open without knocking and walked inside like I owned the place.
The three men fell silent and turned to me, “Are you lost, you idiot?” one of them demanded harshly, in a heavy African accent.
“Ease up, pal. I’m trying to find my way back to the tables.”
My wife rushed up to my side and grabbed my arm, “Why are you being such as asshole?”
Before I realized what was happening, two of the men pulled me from my wife and held my arms while the third man, the one who had yelled at me, was in my face. “What you should have done, is found your way back out that door,” he sneered. I struggled to free myself from his companions, but it was like trying to remove my arms from chains. I looked at them both, and they stared back stone-faced. They were handsome, serious, and extremely strong, I started to realize the gravity of my situation. My wife interjected as I stood silent, pondering my options, “We will do that, sir, please, let him go.” She smiled at the man who seemed to be in charge.
He looked her up and down causing her to blush at the attention, “The name is Tyrell,” he said to her, far more politely than he had spoken to me.
“Hi Tyrell,” she replied sweetly, she seemed taken with him. I looked at her with great annoyance but felt it was safest to keep my mouth shut.
“This is Okoye and Amari, they are the ones who are about to fuck up your friend.”
I watched him carefully as he spoke, now with much more fear than bravado. I realized my bad decision and big mouth had gotten me into a predicament. “I’m her husband, but, uh, we’ll go,” I said, trying not to sound frightened. “Sorry for the confusion, my man.”
Tyrell rolled his eyes at me with growing exasperation. “I am not 'your man.' You do not walk into my place of business like you are in charge, and then think you can just walk back out.”
“No, sir. Of course not,” I apologized, feeling more and more desperate. I could feel myself begin to shake.
“And you damn sure do not bring this beautiful woman through my door, and think you can just leave before I get a chance to know her better,” he added, turning his attention to my wife.
I looked at her, anticipating her anger about his previous comment. But she looked composed, maybe even a little flattered. “So how do we get ourselves out of here then, Tyrell?” she asked humbly.
He pulled a black silk handkerchief from his suit pocket. “I can be a reasonable man. So, let us agree on a deal. You wear this blindfold and get on your knees. Then we will play a little guessing game. Let us call it who is in my mouth?”
I let out a nervous chuckle and shook my head in defiance. “Yeah, I don’t think so, absolutely not.”
Tyrell held up his index finger, and I immediately went silent. “Now, as soon as she guesses correctly, our game is over and you may go, but with each guess she gets wrong, you my friend, get struck.”
“Alright,” she agreed promptly, without waiting for any input from me, I looked at her in shock.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked her sharply, but she disregarded my question entirely.
Tyrell looked at her and smiled, “I am not done, you see, if you guess wrong three times, well then, you belong to us for a little while.” He laughed arrogantly and then switched his focus to me, “While he watches.”
“Deal!” she agreed with enthusiasm, She grabbed my arm and whispered way too readily, “Don’t worry, I can do this, baby. I’ll get us out of this mess.” I closed my eyes and shook my head, this can't be happening.
Okoye and Amari slammed me back against the wall. “You will want to stay right there, do not move,” Amari sneered. I obeyed without a word, terrified of getting manhandled again, and astounded by how fast this was happening, and how willingly my wife was going along with it. Tyrell was drawing the window blinds and locking the door that we had entered then all three men surrounded my wife, and I watched in disbelief as they began to casually undress.
“This is insane!” I yelled, then immediately went silent again in fright. They were imposing with their clothes on, but as they removed their jackets and shirts, they revealed bodies that were lean and powerful, when they lowered their pants and freed their massive, handsome cocks, both my wife and I stared in astonishment. Still, my wife showed no sign of backing down. She let out a soft, almost complimentary “Oh, my,” once all three were completely naked she began to kneel submissively in the middle of them without wavering and stayed perfectly still as Tyrell tied the blindfold. Okoye approached her first, he held the tip of his cock to her lips, and upon feeling it she met it with her tongue and explored it with a few delicate licks. “Wow, ok, so we’re starting,” she said with a bashful giggle. I shook my head at her audacity as she betrayed our marriage and went along with this madness.
“Open your mouth, my dear,” he ordered, and instantly her lips parted. He pushed his cock inside until it caused her to choke slightly, and she closed her mouth snugly around him. She began to suck his cock quite willingly. I rationalized that she was trying to memorize its size and shape so that she could identify it later, that was the point of the game after all. After an agonizing amount of time, Okoye mercifully pulled his dick from her, and I thought I saw disappointment on her face as it slipped out of her mouth.
“Oh, ok,” she finally said upon accepting the first turn was over, “I guess that’s Amari?”
From above her, an amused voice corrected her. “No, my dear, it is me, Okoye.” She nodded in understanding.
Tyrell dished out my punishment without delay, and I whimpered loudly as the back of his powerful hand met my face.
“Oops, I’m so sorry, baby,” she said hastily, “Let me try again!"
Next Amari stepped in front of her. Unlike Okoye, he waited until she reached up and found his cock. Semi-erect, it extended out from his body, with still enough length for the final few inches to arc heavily down toward the floor. She took it into her hands and caressed it. By using her hands, I hoped maybe it would help her remember him better. I didn’t want to get struck again.
As she took him in her mouth, she moved her lips up and down Amari’s cock, and it glistened with her saliva. I waited in torment for her to finally guess, but she continued to explore its length with her mouth. Finally, Amari pulled out. “Okoye again,” she said with certainty. I slumped in frustration. How could she make such a terrible guess? Okoye was in her mouth just a few minutes ago, were they so similar she couldn’t tell them apart, they didn’t look like it to me?
Tyrell hit me across the face again, this time with a powerful open-handed slap, causing my knees to buckle slightly. My cheek burned, and I shook my head in pain.
“Oh, wow,” she said upon hearing the blow, except with slightly more joy than concern. “That sounded violent.”
Tyrell stood in front of her now, and while the length of his dark cock was remarkable, it was the girth that was most impressive. Tyrell’s fist barely fit around it as he pushed it against my wife’s lips.
She opened her lips wide but could barely fit the head of Tyrell’s thick cock into her mouth. She sucked on the tip but couldn’t draw it in any further. Finally, she yielded to its size, and as a consolation, she ran her tongue admiringly up the sides of it. “It’s so thick,” she marveled. She had to know that this was Tyrell. She had already had Amari and Okoye deep inside her mouth. This cock was way too thick to be one of theirs, I waited for her to say Tyrell’s name so that the game would finally be over and we could go.
Tyrell pulled back and waited for her answer. I noticed a look of mischief on her face, she smiled warmly and said, “I think that’s Amari again?”
“What?” I whispered to myself in horror, did she just get it wrong on purpose? My confusion was quickly interrupted by a resounding smack to the back of my head.
“Oh no,” she said hearing me get hit again, her voice tinged with even more delight. “Did I guess wrong three times?” she asked with mock innocence. Tyrell pulled the blindfold off her head, she squinted up at him, “Oh, it was Tyrell.”
“You know what happens now?” he asked.
“I think I lost,” she offered bashfully and bounced gently on her knees awaiting his response.
“Yes, you lost, so, tell me. Who do you want to own you first?”
She looked around eagerly at the naked, black men. “Okoye,” she offered, after careful consideration.
“What are you doing?” I yelled.
She looked at me and tilted her head in pity. “Baby, I lost. I’m so sorry, I was sure that was Amari.” She looked at Tyrell with a sneaky smile, and I saw her wink at him, “So now,” she said as she began unbuttoning her blouse, “I guess I am the property of these gentlemen.”
“What the hell do you mean ‘their property?’” I screamed in disbelief.
She dropped her blouse to the floor, then unclasped her bra, baring her small, white breasts. Her nipples were undeniably erect. “I mean, I think these men want to do things to your wife now. Naughty things, baby,” she turned her gaze to Tyrell’s fat cock, then to his handsome face. “You men want to do things to me now, Right?” she asked politely, He nodded arrogantly, and she smiled back at him.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked as Okoye approached her. She held her hands out and allowed him to undo her skirt, I watched in anguish as it fell to the floor.
“I believe it’s the start of a new world, baby, I tried to tell you that,” she said cheerfully and slid her panties down her legs.
Tyrell and Amari grabbed me and pushed me onto the couch. They sat on each side of me as I struggled to stand, but they restrained me with little effort. “Honey, don’t struggle, they’re way too powerful for you,” she giggled as they held me down. “Besides, I belong to them for now.” Okoye nodded, then eased her gently onto her back on the ottoman in front of the couch, and hovered menacingly over her. She put her hands on his powerful shoulders and stroked them as she stared up into his eyes. He gripped his long, black cock with his fist and rubbed the head firmly against my wife’s bare pussy. “Yes,” I heard her whisper as she nodded up at him, and with a gentle push, the dark head disappeared into her light pink lips and she let out a low, gasping breath, then a sigh of pleasure.
“That’s my wife, you bastard!” I screamed, not a single person bothered to acknowledge me, I had been rendered irrelevant. I watched as Okoye continued to ease inside of her. Her arms dangled above her head now, underscoring her willingness to surrender her body to him.
“Wait. Hold on. Please, use a condom. Please?” I begged pitifully.
“Nah,” was all Okoye said, and she smiled and shrugged playfully at his refusal, He finally pushed his cock inside her. Her back arched severely and her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Oh wow, that’s so deep, Daddy,” she hissed at Okoye in delight. I was gutted by her uninhibited praise of her new lover, and her eagerness to go along with this entire arrangement. My mind struggled to comprehend how this horrifying scenario had unfolded around me.
As he began sliding out, I saw that his dick was completely drenched. With one pump of his substantial cock, he had made my wife’s pussy incredibly wet. Skillfully, deliberately, he began working his long cock in and out of her. He knew how to fuck a woman to my dismay, she began rocking her hips in sync with him, his abs and chest flexed as his thrusts, and her breathing began to pick up speed. Okoye was slamming his hips against her now. Tyrell and Amari were holding me down, enjoying the show just a few feet in front of us, both men were still naked, which furthered my humiliation. Their huge, black cocks, just inches from me, were completely erect as they waited for their turn to fuck my wife. I had no choice but to watch as Okoye continued to ravage her and she laid there, voluntarily, as his strong, black hands pushed against the back of her thighs.
Finally, she looked over at me, her eyes glazed. “Oh, baby, this is fucking amazing!” she moaned. I was devastated by her continued appreciation of this man fucking her so well.
Okoye seemed enthused by her praise, “Oh, I see you cannot resist the African dick.”
His brazen words shook me. I had one last bit of hope that this was the moment she would regain her senses and put a stop to this. I was wrong. She looked up at him and purred agreeably, “Oh, I fucking love the African dick, Daddy!”
“No!” I yelled and tried to stand, but the powerful men on each side of me held me down with ease.
Tyrell laughed. “Your boy is trying to stop your fun!”
She was gasping wildly now as Okoye repeatedly pumped the length of his cock in and out of her. Breathlessly she fought to form the words, “So just…” She trembled in desire. “Remind him of his place.”
My face contorted in panic. What the hell was she saying? But Tyrell understood immediately and his eyes lit up. “So, you are saying you want me to strike him again?”
She turned her head to look at Tyrell and said between moans, “Yes, do it.”
He happily obliged her request and landed a punch directly to my stomach that resonated with a thud. I gasped in pain, then let out a pitiful, high-pitched cry.
My wife moaned harder and let out a squeal of delight. She looked at my assailant in a daze, “You’re so strong, Tyrell. Did he hurt you, baby?”
“I’m ok,” I muttered in obvious agony.
“He’s ok,” she whispered, rocking intensely on her back to the rhythm of Okoye’s skillful fucking. “I guess that wasn’t hard enough,” she suggested, this time looking over into my eyes, which were fighting back tears, both of pain and betrayal.
This time it was Amari. With a closed fist, he snapped a short, powerful punch directly to my face. I felt bloodstream from my split upper lip into my mouth, and I closed my eyes tight in anguish, tears beginning to spill out.
“Oh, Fuck, Yes!” she gasped in pleasure, “Oh look, baby, you’re bleeding,” she added with perverse delight.
She looked up at Okoye, who had slowed his thrusting somewhat to watch me getting beaten at my wife’s request. He seemed both perplexed and entertained. She reached up and turned his face back to hers. “Flip me over, Daddy, fuck me doggy style so I can see him.”
Okoye pulled out of her. He picked her up from the ottoman effortlessly and set her down on her knees facing me. She dropped to all fours. “I can see you better now, baby,” she laughed. Okoye slid his cock inside her from behind. She stared directly at me as he entered her, and bit her bottom lip, “Oh fuck, he’s deep, he’s really deep in your wife, baby!”
“That’s enough,” I groaned at her in agony, tasting a considerable amount of blood in my mouth.
Her mouth curled into a cruel grin. Okoye was pumping her faster from behind now, and her tits swayed wildly. Her head whipped back and forth with each forceful assault, but her eyes never left mine. “Are you crying?” she asked in wicked amusement. “Baby, I told you, didn’t I, this is just the beginning.” The cadence of her speech was labored and uneven. “Can you believe it?” She paused to gasp. “Can you believe how easily Okoye is taking your wife?” Okoye sped up, his powerful, black hands tight on her hips, pulling her back against him again and again. “Okoye is claiming my pussy right in front of you and you’re not doing a thing!" 'fuck, why is that so hot to me?' She was delirious now, “Ugh, this beautiful black man is so deep inside me,” she looked over her shoulder at him, “Aren’t you, Daddy?”
A wicked grin spread across Okoye’s face, and then his body tensed.
She swung her head back around to me. “Oh, sweetie, I think he’s going to cum!” She dropped her head down as Okoye thrust faster, and then she looked back up at me, “He’s going to,” she groaned, “He's going to cum inside me!”
“Please, no,” I sobbed.
Amari, without warning, punched the side of my head. I heard ringing and felt dizzy, but fought to keep my eyes on my wife. To her enjoyment, tears streamed down my cheeks. She looked to Tyrell. “Now, you,” she begged.
Tyrell threw his fist so forcefully into my chest that it knocked the wind out of me. Panicked, I gasped frantically for breath. Over and over I struggled with little success to breathe again, as the two men tormenting me laughing proudly. “Oh, look!” she murmured in fascination. “He can’t breathe!” She paused and dropped her head again. “Fuck, that’s so hot, it's gonna make me cum,” she spit out through clenched teeth, and her body trembled in a frenzy. Okoye let out a deafening grunt as he buried his black cock into my wife and held her hips securely against him his muscles, moist with sweat, flexed spectacularly as he orgasmed.
Her head rose and her eyes widened. “Oh yes! Cum inside me, Daddy!” She continued to convulse from her orgasm. “I can feel him, baby! I can feel his cock pulsing deep in my body, Oh sweetie, I can acel his cum filling me up, Oh fuck, I love… this… feeling!” After catching his breath, Okoye, now spent, slid out of my wife and pushed her forward coldly and she collapsed on the ottoman. She brushed the hair out of her face and looked up at me, her head resting on the cushion. She smiled, almost kindly, Amari, eager to go next, stood up and turned her over, “Okoye,” he laughed, “What a mess you have made.”
My wife reached down and ran her fingers over herself. “I guess my little pussy couldn’t hold all that,” she said with wonder. She brought her index finger to her mouth and sucked it clean, “Mmm,” she moaned.
I could finally breathe again, Amari looked at me. “You have to clean that up, man.”
“How?” I asked anxiously as I wiped my eyes, “It’s not like I have a towel.”
All four of them laughed. Tyrell pushed me up from the couch toward Amari, who caught me and shoved me to my knees. “Oh, please no,” I begged.
Amari pushed my head between my wife’s thighs and held me there. “Every drop,” he ordered.
Barely able to breathe, I panicked. I began licking her feverishly in hopes that Amari would let me up. There was cum all over her.
“Oh, that’s it, baby,” she giggled, “lick up all Okoye’s cum. Don’t worry, I tasted it. It’s very yummy.”
Amari mercifully let me up. I knelt, breathing heavily through my nose, with a mouth full of Okoye’s semen. With no other option, I swallowed.
The room erupted in laughter, and Amari tossed me out of the way. He held out his hand and helped my wife up from the ottoman. He then sprawled out on it himself and stroked his cock. “Climb on, my dear,” he invited her.
Not needing to be asked twice, she straddled him and lowered herself slowly onto his magnificent cock. I sat on the floor and watched as she pleasured another man with her body. They didn’t hold me down this time. I guess they felt that I had accepted my place.
Up and down she bounced on him, propelled by her lean, shapely legs. Her perfect breasts bounced in time with her ass, and I was struck by how beautiful she was. She looked so natural, o in her element. The contrast of their skin was stunning. Her face was positively alluring as she moaned while his cock filled her so completely.
A sweaty Okoye flopped down beside me. He motioned to my wife. “This is how it should be,” he said. “To be certain, this is how it will be.” His voice was calm, almost soothing like he was dispensing wisdom that I desperately needed to hear. “All women want men like us, Powerful, black men.”
“I guess so,” I sniffed and wiped my eyes again.
“Do not be sad,” he said kindly. “It is better to learn this now. Trust me, she is not the first white wife we have converted. She will not be the last.”
I didn’t respond, but I was grateful for his advice. I looked at him and nodded humbly.
“And do not worry, we will not beat you any longer. You have come to realize your place.”
After Amari finished inside her, it was no doubt my job to clean her again. I was more agreeable this time. I crawled over to her without being asked. And with my tongue, I obediently prepared her for Tyrell. It was my job this night. And it was likely to be my job for many more nights for the rest of my life.
Tyrell and my wife made love on the couch for quite some time. The other two men had wandered off to get dressed and make themselves drinks. I just sat and watched quietly. I watched my wife moan and writhe, I watched her make faces that she never made with me. I watched this man pleasure her with talents I could never hope to possess.
When he was done with her, he walked over to his clothes and searched the pockets for his phone. He walked back to my wife, lying naked on the couch. “I would like a picture,” he said.
“Of course,” she answered sweetly. “If you promise to put my number in there as well.” I was hurt of course, but didn’t bother to object.
He took several pictures of her sprawled naked on the couch, then asked me to take one of them together. She perched on his lap smiling, with her arms around his neck. As I took a picture of my naked wife on another man’s lap, with his phone no less, I realized my surrender was complete. In one short night, I made my transition to the BNWO.
