How many of you have ever been with a whore? No...not a hooker or a call girl or prostitute. I'm talking about a whore. There's no problem enjoying the former, I have done so on occasion, but it was the latter experience that is worth telling. The whore was my ex-wife.
I can't tell you the number of people who warned me against marrying Ellen. "She can't be faithful." they told me, "She'll fuck around behind your back." I was warned, "Ellen will be cheating on you within a month." But you know how it is, I dismissed everything I thought I was in love and Ellen always told me we were. Besides, Ellen was a hottie. Standing 5'4" and weighing 121 pounds, Ellen's hair was a dark blonde and she had beautiful green eyes. Of course, what got everyone's attention was her chest a healthy 34D cup, big, heavy tits that had yet to really show signs of sag with wide, pink areola and eraser-sized nipples. Ellen's waist was 27 inches and that only drew further attention to her jugs. Ellen's ass and thighs were incredible. Her ass was round and soft and her thighs...well, they were perfect. And between those thighs was a perfect V of soft brown hair covering a pussy that formed a natural camel toe in her panties. I used to think that Ellen had found me better than any of the other guys who wanted her. I was never more wrong. She wanted to be with me because I could provide the perfect cover for her. She figured I gave her a semblance of respectability.
Less than a month after we married I realized the warnings and stories about Ellen were true. For various reasons she loved the excitement of the forbidden, she liked variety. What I discovered was that Ellen's idea of variety was skin color. She preferred black men. I was crushed. My new wife had been fucking a quartet of black men way before we even got engaged and had continued all thru the engagement. As a matter of fact, as I found out, Ellen had been fucked just hours before we got married and had stood at the altar with a black man's sperm shifting about deep in her cunt and slowly running down the insides of her thighs.
Ellen was considered an easy lay at her job. Easy only for black bulls. She would suck a black cock in a heartbeat, cradling the balls with one hand as her other hand slowly pumped the dark shaft and her head bobbed up and down. Ellen's reputation included swallowing every load shot in her mouth; she also took every black cock bareback. You can only imagine how crushed I was. However, I discovered another side of myself also. A side that loved the knowledge my wife was a black cock slut and loved the intense combination of lust and jealousy it caused. I pretended not to know about Ellen's cheating with the black bulls. I accepted every lame excuse she gave me for coming home late, for being out unexpectedly and any number of things I KNEW meant she was getting laid. I turned a blind eye to it all... hoping maybe it was a phase and would fade away. It was not to be however. After four years of marriage and far more than that with Ellen fucking blacks, she got pregnant. The baby was definitely black and Ellen had no idea who the father was and didn't seem to care.
By that time I had had enough regardless of the lust I enjoyed with her infidelity. When I suggested a divorce my knocked up wife agreed with a shrug. By the time her baby arrived Ellen had moved in with a black women from her job. She lived on the edge of the black neighborhood and, I was told, got plenty of black cock. That was where I left her and got on with my life.
It took nearly ten years for our paths to cross once again in a dramatic but final fashion.
I received a telephone call at my apartment and recognized Ellen's voice immediately. She spoke softly and in her quiet, sexy voice but had an undertone of urgency.
"I really need to see you." my ex-wife said, making her voice sound as sexy as I have ever heard it.
"What about?" I was stunned to hear from her and despite our past marital debacle her sensual voice gave me a knot of arousal in my stomach.
"I need your help, please?" Ellen's voice sounded on the verge of desperation. "I need some money." she said without explanation, "and you're the only person I can turn to. Please help me?" I should have refused and hung up but the object of one's first love is so hard to ignore.
"How much?" I asked.
There was a pause at the other end before Ellen replied "Two thousand dollars."
My heart raced. "For what?" I asked her, my voice rising.
Ellen sounded pitiful when she answered, "Please let me see you." she said, "I can explain it better in person."
My mind worked furiously, weighing the options. Finally I frowned and said "Okay, you know where I am living now?" Ellen confirmed she did and asked when she could come over. I told her she may as well come now if it was possible. It was late in the evening, very few people were out and about in the apartment complex and I figured it was best to get this over with as quickly as possible. Ellen told me she'd be here within the hour.
Sure enough, less than forty-five minutes later there was a knock at my door. During that time I had tried to think of every conceivable reason for Ellen wanting to see me but I could not pinpoint a specific one. I opened the door nervously and saw my ex-wife for the first time in a decade. She smiled shyly at me and stepped into the living room and I shut the door. Turning, I looked at my ex-wife with a mixture of total shock and complete arousal.
Her hair was shorter now, just covering her ears. Although those green eyes were still alluring there was a hint of weariness in them. Ellen still retained her good looks but her appearance had definitely changed. Large gold hoop earrings hung almost to her shoulders; Ellen had a small gold ring in the left side of her nose. She'd applied her makeup well, highlighting her light-colored eyes with dark liner. But despite the sensual piercings it was what my ex-wife was wearing that caused my mouth to go dry.
Ellen wore a small halter top fastened behind her neck. The top barely covered her chest and her heavy tits bulged from the sides of the halter, the big nipples plainly visible thru the material. She wore a pair of tight shorts fitting so tightly to her that her cunt formed the familiar camel toe between her soft, full thighs. She saw my look and smiled again.
Taking a seat opposite me, my ex-wife got right to the point. "I need to borrow two thousand dollars." she said. "I will pay it back."
I shook my head. "If I give you the money you don't need to pay it back. But it has to be for a legitimate reason. Is it for drugs?"
My ex-wife shook her head quickly. "No." her voice was soft and trembling. "I'm pregnant." She put a slender hand on her belly. "I am only two months along..."
I stared at her. "Black?" I asked and Ellen nodded. "Yes." she confirmed, "it's black." A pause. "This is my third pregnancy." I sat back in my chair, speechless. But what came next was even more astounding. "I owe the money to the girl who whores me out." she said evenly. "She's the black girl I moved in with after the divorce."
I interrupted. "She's like a pimp to you?"
Ellen nodded and sighed. "She said if I got knocked up again I'd have to pay for everything. Doctor bills, hospital bills... the whole works." Ellen gave me that desperate look. "I don't have the money!" she told me. "Not that much so quickly and she wants it in the next forty-eight hours." Ellen grew quiet. "It's all I need and I'll never bother you again, promise." She moved her hand, crossing her heart over those magnificent tits.
"It's that dire?" I asked her.
She looked at me, our eyes locked. "I'll do anything you want for it." she spoke in a quiet voice. "Anything... I just need the money so badly."
I guess it was the way Ellen had told me and finding out the reason; knowing my ex-wife was a whore and had been one for a long time. A thought began forming in my mind. "You still only let black guys fuck you?" I asked her and Ellen took a deep breath.
"Yes." she replied tersely.
I nodded and saw her staring at me. "I'll give you the money." I said and her face lit up. "but I want sex with you in return." I know my offer caught Ellen by surprise. I don't know what she expected me to say but asking for sex wasn't one of them. Her eyes widened.
"Sex?" she asked.
I nodded. "Yeah. Sex for money...like a whore."
She blushed and seemed uncertain. "I... I... I didn't think you'd want that." she stammered, "I expected something else." Ellen seemed almost offended, a joke when you consider our past together. However, I had the upper hand now and Ellen knew it.
"Okay." she said with a sigh. "How do you want to do this?" I unbuckled my pants and let them slide to the floor as Ellen sat there watching. I continued undressing and sat down in my chair, relaxed.
"Get undressed." I told her. Ellen never took her eyes off me, rising and unfastening her halter. As it fell, those big gorgeous tits wobbled free and I stared open-mouthed. Around her left nipple in neat, dark letters was tattooed "WHORE" and around the right "SLUT." Ellen let her shorts fall to reveal a tiny pair of bikini panties her dark-haired bush pressed out around the crotch and her full-lipped cunt filled the panties. Ellen skinned them down and sat opposite me, her thighs purposely parted to show me her cunt. My cock was rock hard and throbbing gently. I stroked it briefly.
"Blow me." I whispered.
My ex-wife slid to her knees in front of me, hands on my cock as she lowered her mouth on it. I felt sweet warmth as Ellen sucked me, her head bobbing, short, sharp wet slurps coming from her throat as I ran my fingers over her bare back, down to heft each big tit and then trace an outline around her ovaled lips.
"You were always a whore." I told her firmly, watching her head move.
"Mmm hmm." Ellen murmured around my dick.
"Do you suck black cock like this?"
Ellen lifted her face to look at me. "Uh huh." she grunted and went back to sucking. She was masterful, her open mouth worked my dick expertly. She moved closer to press those soft melons against my leg, her thighs now straddling my leg and I could feel that hairy cunt against me.
"Suck it good, fuckin' whore." I moaned softly, "Suck my cock like you need that money." Ellen was making deep wet sounds now, lifting her mouth occasionally to pump my wet dick quickly before resuming the blow job.
"You always wanted black cock, didn't you?" I stated, trying to keep control.
Ellen nodded and grunted "Mmm hmm."
"How many black cocks do you fuck every day?" I wanted to vent all my pent-up lust and aggression and frustration on the attractive, heavy-chested whore sucking my cock. Ellen lifted her head, her eyes narrowed and somewhat glazed.
"A lot." she said hoarsely, "Maybe nine or ten." Her hand pumped my dick making slick sounds as she knelt there looking at me. I kept fondling her big tits.
"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" my ex-wife asked in a husky voice. "Let me eat your load. Give me your warm, heavy load so I can eat it." She started sucking again.
I held her head in place and fucked her mouth. "How bad you want that money, whore?" I hissed. "How bad does the black cock whore need my money?"
Ellen raised her head, eyes wide now, hand pumping faster.
"I need it bad." she groaned, "I got a black baby in my belly and need the money." She paused, her tits jiggling. "This whore will do anything for it." She seemed taken aback when I pushed her face from my dick.
"Lay back and spread." I told her. I watched Ellen lay back, thighs parting, big cunt lips opening slowly. She looked up at me thru slits for her eyes, her hands moved between her smooth thighs.
"You want my whore cunt? You knew I was a whore when we married... you knew I loved black dick...and you loved me that way." I knelt between her legs and pushed four fingers up into her cunt, feeling the wet softness. I began finger fucking her.
"Let me be your whore." she was gasping, "Let me use my cunt on you. Let me show you how your whore wife fucks her black bulls." Ellen's hips rolled and humped on my hand, her mouth was open and she breathed fast. I withdrew my fingers, leaving Ellen laying there with a pissed expression on her face. "Do you want to fuck or not?"
I smiled at her and cupped her fuckhole. "I want this."
I settled between Ellen's thighs she raised them slightly and reached down to hold my cock and guide it in. I pushed hard and felt myself enter easily. Ellen's cunt was big and roomy she barely jerked when I shoved into her. As her thighs tightened against me I held her waist.
"Fuck me." Ellen whispered.
My hips moved. Ellen lay still, holding me solely with her thighs. Her heavy tits jiggled as I moved and in her hole my dick moved freely and so easily there was no friction. Ellen simply lay there letting me fuck her. She laid like a statue with no movement back at me. "Give me your cum." she said in a nonchalant voice. "Shoot it in my cunt, give me the whole load." I began squeezing her tits. Ellen only moved because I was.
"You'll always be a whore." I told her and my ex-wife smiled distantly and nodded. "Fucking black cock pig." I was grunting.
Like the slut she was, Ellen lad there just letting me fuck her. Slowly she began rolling her hips. I looked down at her. "Knocked up whore." I grunted. Sperm rocketed from my cock, splattering inside Ellen's whore hole. She didn't blink an eye, accepting my load, continuing to roll her hips and sway those big tits. I thrust hard and spurted the last semen into her hole. Her legs came down and she lay still as I withdrew. "Look." she called to me. As I turned she opened her legs wider to show me the mass of silvery-white sperm brimming at her cunt.
That last fuck was two years ago. I saw Ellen one time after that she was pregnant again and standing at a street corner, swollen belly bulging, tits fat with milk. I had to smile. The one time in my life I was with a total cum dump black cock whore it was my ex-wife.
I can't tell you the number of people who warned me against marrying Ellen. "She can't be faithful." they told me, "She'll fuck around behind your back." I was warned, "Ellen will be cheating on you within a month." But you know how it is, I dismissed everything I thought I was in love and Ellen always told me we were. Besides, Ellen was a hottie. Standing 5'4" and weighing 121 pounds, Ellen's hair was a dark blonde and she had beautiful green eyes. Of course, what got everyone's attention was her chest a healthy 34D cup, big, heavy tits that had yet to really show signs of sag with wide, pink areola and eraser-sized nipples. Ellen's waist was 27 inches and that only drew further attention to her jugs. Ellen's ass and thighs were incredible. Her ass was round and soft and her thighs...well, they were perfect. And between those thighs was a perfect V of soft brown hair covering a pussy that formed a natural camel toe in her panties. I used to think that Ellen had found me better than any of the other guys who wanted her. I was never more wrong. She wanted to be with me because I could provide the perfect cover for her. She figured I gave her a semblance of respectability.
Less than a month after we married I realized the warnings and stories about Ellen were true. For various reasons she loved the excitement of the forbidden, she liked variety. What I discovered was that Ellen's idea of variety was skin color. She preferred black men. I was crushed. My new wife had been fucking a quartet of black men way before we even got engaged and had continued all thru the engagement. As a matter of fact, as I found out, Ellen had been fucked just hours before we got married and had stood at the altar with a black man's sperm shifting about deep in her cunt and slowly running down the insides of her thighs.
Ellen was considered an easy lay at her job. Easy only for black bulls. She would suck a black cock in a heartbeat, cradling the balls with one hand as her other hand slowly pumped the dark shaft and her head bobbed up and down. Ellen's reputation included swallowing every load shot in her mouth; she also took every black cock bareback. You can only imagine how crushed I was. However, I discovered another side of myself also. A side that loved the knowledge my wife was a black cock slut and loved the intense combination of lust and jealousy it caused. I pretended not to know about Ellen's cheating with the black bulls. I accepted every lame excuse she gave me for coming home late, for being out unexpectedly and any number of things I KNEW meant she was getting laid. I turned a blind eye to it all... hoping maybe it was a phase and would fade away. It was not to be however. After four years of marriage and far more than that with Ellen fucking blacks, she got pregnant. The baby was definitely black and Ellen had no idea who the father was and didn't seem to care.
By that time I had had enough regardless of the lust I enjoyed with her infidelity. When I suggested a divorce my knocked up wife agreed with a shrug. By the time her baby arrived Ellen had moved in with a black women from her job. She lived on the edge of the black neighborhood and, I was told, got plenty of black cock. That was where I left her and got on with my life.
It took nearly ten years for our paths to cross once again in a dramatic but final fashion.
I received a telephone call at my apartment and recognized Ellen's voice immediately. She spoke softly and in her quiet, sexy voice but had an undertone of urgency.
"I really need to see you." my ex-wife said, making her voice sound as sexy as I have ever heard it.
"What about?" I was stunned to hear from her and despite our past marital debacle her sensual voice gave me a knot of arousal in my stomach.
"I need your help, please?" Ellen's voice sounded on the verge of desperation. "I need some money." she said without explanation, "and you're the only person I can turn to. Please help me?" I should have refused and hung up but the object of one's first love is so hard to ignore.
"How much?" I asked.
There was a pause at the other end before Ellen replied "Two thousand dollars."
My heart raced. "For what?" I asked her, my voice rising.
Ellen sounded pitiful when she answered, "Please let me see you." she said, "I can explain it better in person."
My mind worked furiously, weighing the options. Finally I frowned and said "Okay, you know where I am living now?" Ellen confirmed she did and asked when she could come over. I told her she may as well come now if it was possible. It was late in the evening, very few people were out and about in the apartment complex and I figured it was best to get this over with as quickly as possible. Ellen told me she'd be here within the hour.
Sure enough, less than forty-five minutes later there was a knock at my door. During that time I had tried to think of every conceivable reason for Ellen wanting to see me but I could not pinpoint a specific one. I opened the door nervously and saw my ex-wife for the first time in a decade. She smiled shyly at me and stepped into the living room and I shut the door. Turning, I looked at my ex-wife with a mixture of total shock and complete arousal.
Her hair was shorter now, just covering her ears. Although those green eyes were still alluring there was a hint of weariness in them. Ellen still retained her good looks but her appearance had definitely changed. Large gold hoop earrings hung almost to her shoulders; Ellen had a small gold ring in the left side of her nose. She'd applied her makeup well, highlighting her light-colored eyes with dark liner. But despite the sensual piercings it was what my ex-wife was wearing that caused my mouth to go dry.
Ellen wore a small halter top fastened behind her neck. The top barely covered her chest and her heavy tits bulged from the sides of the halter, the big nipples plainly visible thru the material. She wore a pair of tight shorts fitting so tightly to her that her cunt formed the familiar camel toe between her soft, full thighs. She saw my look and smiled again.
Taking a seat opposite me, my ex-wife got right to the point. "I need to borrow two thousand dollars." she said. "I will pay it back."
I shook my head. "If I give you the money you don't need to pay it back. But it has to be for a legitimate reason. Is it for drugs?"
My ex-wife shook her head quickly. "No." her voice was soft and trembling. "I'm pregnant." She put a slender hand on her belly. "I am only two months along..."
I stared at her. "Black?" I asked and Ellen nodded. "Yes." she confirmed, "it's black." A pause. "This is my third pregnancy." I sat back in my chair, speechless. But what came next was even more astounding. "I owe the money to the girl who whores me out." she said evenly. "She's the black girl I moved in with after the divorce."
I interrupted. "She's like a pimp to you?"
Ellen nodded and sighed. "She said if I got knocked up again I'd have to pay for everything. Doctor bills, hospital bills... the whole works." Ellen gave me that desperate look. "I don't have the money!" she told me. "Not that much so quickly and she wants it in the next forty-eight hours." Ellen grew quiet. "It's all I need and I'll never bother you again, promise." She moved her hand, crossing her heart over those magnificent tits.
"It's that dire?" I asked her.
She looked at me, our eyes locked. "I'll do anything you want for it." she spoke in a quiet voice. "Anything... I just need the money so badly."
I guess it was the way Ellen had told me and finding out the reason; knowing my ex-wife was a whore and had been one for a long time. A thought began forming in my mind. "You still only let black guys fuck you?" I asked her and Ellen took a deep breath.
"Yes." she replied tersely.
I nodded and saw her staring at me. "I'll give you the money." I said and her face lit up. "but I want sex with you in return." I know my offer caught Ellen by surprise. I don't know what she expected me to say but asking for sex wasn't one of them. Her eyes widened.
"Sex?" she asked.
I nodded. "Yeah. Sex for money...like a whore."
She blushed and seemed uncertain. "I... I... I didn't think you'd want that." she stammered, "I expected something else." Ellen seemed almost offended, a joke when you consider our past together. However, I had the upper hand now and Ellen knew it.
"Okay." she said with a sigh. "How do you want to do this?" I unbuckled my pants and let them slide to the floor as Ellen sat there watching. I continued undressing and sat down in my chair, relaxed.
"Get undressed." I told her. Ellen never took her eyes off me, rising and unfastening her halter. As it fell, those big gorgeous tits wobbled free and I stared open-mouthed. Around her left nipple in neat, dark letters was tattooed "WHORE" and around the right "SLUT." Ellen let her shorts fall to reveal a tiny pair of bikini panties her dark-haired bush pressed out around the crotch and her full-lipped cunt filled the panties. Ellen skinned them down and sat opposite me, her thighs purposely parted to show me her cunt. My cock was rock hard and throbbing gently. I stroked it briefly.
"Blow me." I whispered.
My ex-wife slid to her knees in front of me, hands on my cock as she lowered her mouth on it. I felt sweet warmth as Ellen sucked me, her head bobbing, short, sharp wet slurps coming from her throat as I ran my fingers over her bare back, down to heft each big tit and then trace an outline around her ovaled lips.
"You were always a whore." I told her firmly, watching her head move.
"Mmm hmm." Ellen murmured around my dick.
"Do you suck black cock like this?"
Ellen lifted her face to look at me. "Uh huh." she grunted and went back to sucking. She was masterful, her open mouth worked my dick expertly. She moved closer to press those soft melons against my leg, her thighs now straddling my leg and I could feel that hairy cunt against me.
"Suck it good, fuckin' whore." I moaned softly, "Suck my cock like you need that money." Ellen was making deep wet sounds now, lifting her mouth occasionally to pump my wet dick quickly before resuming the blow job.
"You always wanted black cock, didn't you?" I stated, trying to keep control.
Ellen nodded and grunted "Mmm hmm."
"How many black cocks do you fuck every day?" I wanted to vent all my pent-up lust and aggression and frustration on the attractive, heavy-chested whore sucking my cock. Ellen lifted her head, her eyes narrowed and somewhat glazed.
"A lot." she said hoarsely, "Maybe nine or ten." Her hand pumped my dick making slick sounds as she knelt there looking at me. I kept fondling her big tits.
"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" my ex-wife asked in a husky voice. "Let me eat your load. Give me your warm, heavy load so I can eat it." She started sucking again.
I held her head in place and fucked her mouth. "How bad you want that money, whore?" I hissed. "How bad does the black cock whore need my money?"
Ellen raised her head, eyes wide now, hand pumping faster.
"I need it bad." she groaned, "I got a black baby in my belly and need the money." She paused, her tits jiggling. "This whore will do anything for it." She seemed taken aback when I pushed her face from my dick.
"Lay back and spread." I told her. I watched Ellen lay back, thighs parting, big cunt lips opening slowly. She looked up at me thru slits for her eyes, her hands moved between her smooth thighs.
"You want my whore cunt? You knew I was a whore when we married... you knew I loved black dick...and you loved me that way." I knelt between her legs and pushed four fingers up into her cunt, feeling the wet softness. I began finger fucking her.
"Let me be your whore." she was gasping, "Let me use my cunt on you. Let me show you how your whore wife fucks her black bulls." Ellen's hips rolled and humped on my hand, her mouth was open and she breathed fast. I withdrew my fingers, leaving Ellen laying there with a pissed expression on her face. "Do you want to fuck or not?"
I smiled at her and cupped her fuckhole. "I want this."
I settled between Ellen's thighs she raised them slightly and reached down to hold my cock and guide it in. I pushed hard and felt myself enter easily. Ellen's cunt was big and roomy she barely jerked when I shoved into her. As her thighs tightened against me I held her waist.
"Fuck me." Ellen whispered.
My hips moved. Ellen lay still, holding me solely with her thighs. Her heavy tits jiggled as I moved and in her hole my dick moved freely and so easily there was no friction. Ellen simply lay there letting me fuck her. She laid like a statue with no movement back at me. "Give me your cum." she said in a nonchalant voice. "Shoot it in my cunt, give me the whole load." I began squeezing her tits. Ellen only moved because I was.
"You'll always be a whore." I told her and my ex-wife smiled distantly and nodded. "Fucking black cock pig." I was grunting.
Like the slut she was, Ellen lad there just letting me fuck her. Slowly she began rolling her hips. I looked down at her. "Knocked up whore." I grunted. Sperm rocketed from my cock, splattering inside Ellen's whore hole. She didn't blink an eye, accepting my load, continuing to roll her hips and sway those big tits. I thrust hard and spurted the last semen into her hole. Her legs came down and she lay still as I withdrew. "Look." she called to me. As I turned she opened her legs wider to show me the mass of silvery-white sperm brimming at her cunt.
That last fuck was two years ago. I saw Ellen one time after that she was pregnant again and standing at a street corner, swollen belly bulging, tits fat with milk. I had to smile. The one time in my life I was with a total cum dump black cock whore it was my ex-wife.
