Stephanie’s Addictions
By Lord Byron
Another day’s work behind me, I made my way to Bart's Brew Pub for a drink. My life was pretty routine and during most weeks I was on my own. You see, my husband Ted was a traveling salesman and was gone Monday through Friday three of out four weeks every month. I wasn’t one to go home and sit in front of the TV every night. You see, I enjoy being around people and to relax after work with a drink, so given my options with no husband around, I regularly stop after work at one of my regular bars.
Me, one of my addictions is drinks after work. I have about five bars that I frequent, some that aren’t too far from our home and others on the other side of town. Since I drink every night, I mix up my stops because I don’t want people to think I’m an alcoholic.
Arriving at Bart's Brew Pub parking lot, I use my one hitter to take a few hits of pot. Yes, I like my medicinal marijuana too. It settles me and calms my nerves. I guess I am addicted to its feeling too.
I dress conservatively for work so getting out of the car, I lose my work jacket, and unbutton a few from my white collared shirt. Just enough not to look too much like a nun. My pleated skirt is black and almost to my knees. My heels are only 1 inch and black as well. I’m not out to find companionship mind you, I just want to look normal having my nightly drinks. I have never cheated on Ted, although I get my share of pickup lines. I am happy to have some drinks paid for, that’s all.
Tonight, is really no different then all the previous ones. I order a drink and after a few good sips I text Ted.
“Hey Babe, hope you had a good day. Miss you.”
Most of the time I get an immediate reply. Tonight, is no different.
“Yes, I think I made another sale with a new customer today. Headed to the gym. Love Ya.”
That’s about the extent of our weekly interactions. As I think of it, our weekends aren’t usually filled with a lot of talk either. Oh well, at least he provides a good living for us and knows how to lick my clit which makes up for his skinny little dick. What more should a wife need, right?
Barb is the bartender at Bart's Brew Pub and over time we have developed a bartender customer relationship. No telling what Barb’s topic of conversation will be, I enjoy it though as its never boring.
“Hey Steph, good seeing you tonight. The usual?”
I smile and nod. She pours my Vodka tonics nice and strong, plenty of ice and two limes.
Barb brings my drink over and starts right in on what’s on her mind.
“So, my roommate Sue and I were talking this morning about the importance of the size of a man’s cock. Since we are both single, we get a variety of shapes and sizes, you know. Well anyway, even though I’ve tried a dozen or more, I think the largest one I have had was maybe 7 inches. Sue on the other hand has had a few that were 10 inches, black dicks too.”
At that point, she had to go help another arriving customer leaving me with thoughts of what she just said to ponder. Pot slows the world down for me, making my thoughts more detailed and in color. As I think about what she laid out there, I can only imagine what a 10-inch black dick would look like let alone feel like inside. I’ve only had three different dicks in my lifetime, all white, all small. Two guys I dated in college and Ted’s. I must admit, I’ve never thought of it before, but the contrast visualizing a big black one versus Teds little white one in my high state is arousing. My pussy started getting moist and my nipples hard. Truth be told, having never thought about big cocks, certainly not black ones and I was strangely confused with the effect the idea of it all was having on me. I took another drink.
Barb returns and continues her thought, she looks deep into my eyes with her striking blue eyes, “Yea, we were talking about cock sizes and Sue couldn’t stop talking about the times she has had big black ones, she says there’s nothing like it. I can’t confirm it cause I’ve never tried one…. So, Steph…. have you?”
“I can’t say that I have. My only experiences are with small white ones.” I took another deep gulp of my drink, trying to shake the thought of having a large black dick in my hands.
“Well, based on what Sue says, between you and me, well, I’ve just got to try one.” And off she went getting a beer for someone on the other end of the bar.
I gotta say, I love the simplicity Barb has with things. Based on what her roommate said, just like that she’s already decided she needs to try one.
Barb returns and leans over, her tattooed tit cleavage clear for me to see and looks me in the eyes.
“What about you Steph. I mean, I know you are married and all but what the fuck, we only live once and, well, you know, your hubby is always out of town which makes it pretty easy for you to sneak one in, you know. I mean, I wouldn’t hold it against you. You ready for another?”
“Sure, thanks.” And off she went again.
Returning with my fresh drink, she leans over again and matter of fact just says, “Well?”
“I don’t know Barb; I’ve really never thought of it before. And I’m married too. It’s not that easy for me just to spread my legs for some strange, for some “Experiment.”
“Suit yourself, but let’s make it interesting. If you try before me, I’ll buy your drinks for a week, and if I do it first, you pay double for your drinks for a week. What do you say?”
Again, off she goes to take care of a customer.
Returning again, she says “kind of exciting huh, I like to set goals, to have a fun challenge in front of me to conquer. Let the best woman win. And oh, by the way, we’ve got to prove it with pictures. May the best slut wins.” And off she went.
My head was buzzing with the pot and drinks in my system, but mostly with what Barb just said spinning around in my head. I work, I smoke pot, I drink and get up and do it all over again. That’s my routine, those are my addictions. What the fuck have I gotten myself into anyway. It all happened so fast. I downed my second vodka and motioned to Barb for another.
My workweek continued as usual. My routine was the same as I stopped at my different bars after each day’s work and for each time I ordered a drink, my mind went to Barbs challenge and the thought of big black cocks. Are they really that big and how would it even fit in my tight pussy? I mean, Ted’s dick isn’t much bigger than a thumb.
The strange thing is that whenever I would think about big black cocks, I became wet and horny. Settling my bar bill one night after only two drinks, I decided to get home to do some “research” on the internet about the big black cock “rumor”. I found a lot of interracial porn sites with blondes, brunettes and red heads getting fucked with a variety of really big black dicks. The women, many of them wives, really seemed to enjoy themselves as they opened their legs to these Mandingoes. Apparently that’s what the largest ones are called.
I learned about Cuckhold husbands and how many white married couple relationships enjoy “black bulls” in their sex lives. It’s understood that the wife is entitled to a good fuck from a big cock. The white small dicked husband is obsessed with big dicks and ensuring his wife is well taken care of in that department. The husband even enjoys cleaning the cum out of his wife’s pussy, tonguing out what was just deposited into her. For some strange reason, I really got into that part too. I guess these actions by the husband acted as a total confirmation that knowing his wife was having sex with a black man with a huge dick was acceptable to the him and their relationship. He looked forward to seeing his wife get filled up with fat cocks and large amounts of cum. He actually desired it for her and she willingly obliged.
I ended each night after my bar stops, smoking some pot and giving my vibrator a workout. The thrill of being filled up with a black man was growing as a kind of fantasy for me. I noticed that as I masturbated, and I was doing it almost every night now, my thoughts were always about various ways of giving myself to a BBC. At first, I felt guilty, thinking about my fidelity promise with Ted, but now into the second week, I noticed that the level of guilt I felt was diminishing. My desire for being fucked by a monster black dick was overtaking my desire to be true to Ted. I was actually starting to get pissed at him for having such a little prick and expecting me to be satisfied by it. Rightly or wrongly, my addictive feelings were beginning to justify my desires.
The pot increased the intensity of my orgasms and brought a wonderful detail in living color to my fantasies. I decided to make my private times even more real so I purchased a 10-inch black dildo at a nearby sex shop. Because so many porn movies show anile sex, I even purchased a butt plug to wear. Who am I becoming, sometimes I even have it in me during the day while I am at work?
On Friday, Ted gets back in town and our routine is to go out for dinner. This Friday is no different. As we talk over a bottle of wine, waiting for our dinner to arrive, I notice that I am beginning to think of him differently. I love everything about him, but I feel a level of disappointment towards him, such a harmless little cock, barely adequate for real sex. I’m not quite sure where these thoughts are coming from exactly, but I assume it’s from the porn I’ve been watching, seeing wives having amazing orgasms from big cocks and knowing I’m not going to get that with just Ted.
From the corner of my eye, I notice two tall black men having a drink and a conversation at the bar. I quickly notice that they are admiring a blonde having drinks with her husband, sitting nearby them. Because of the attention they are giving her, I find myself feeling a little jealous of her. I’m hardly paying attention to the sales story Ted is talking about from his latest week out of town. All this is quite new to me. I don’t really understand what is happening and why my thoughts are new and different and full of thoughts that are about things that I had not had before. I found myself becoming totally drawn to strong black men. My pussy was calling me to touch it, like I’ve been doing every night lately. With two beautiful black men nearby, it needed attention.
Ted reached over and filled my wine glass, probably doing so to get my attention. I looked at him and smiled.
“Ted, you work so hard for us. Congratulations on your new sale.” I raised my glass and toasted him with a smile. At least he has a talented tongue I thought.
Those handsome black men in my periphery, I felt like I better get out of there before I did something I may regret. After dinner, I looked at Ted, “Baby, let’s go home and go to bed, OK?”
Home with Ted
I smoked a few hits on our way home. Climbing in our bed, Ted rolls over and gives me a kiss. Friday nights after being away from each other all week, we end with sex. Tonight, will be no different. It’s routine now, we kiss some then I go down on him sucking his white prick to hardness. Then we reverse and he licks me into an orgasm. From there, he gets on top and sticks me with his prick and within 30 seconds or so, he cums and rolls off.
As I lay there, I consider pulling out my black dildo to finish what he can’t. I think for a minute about how Ted may react. Part of me doesn’t want to hurt him, another part is pissed that he doesn’t have what it takes to deliver for me. I reach down into my night stand and grab it. I take it in my mouth to moisten it, then insert it in my pussy. As I stroke myself and begin to breath louder, Ted rolls over and sees what is happening.
“Wow, that’s new.”
Yep, that’s all he said, that is why I love him. He doesn’t force his thoughts on me, and is open to what I do. I look over at him.
“I need more tonight, baby. Suck my nipples.”
I grind on my big dildo for about 30 minutes and grunt out about 6 orgasms. Ted stays at it, licking and sucking my tits and eventually sticks his finger in my ass helping me enjoy my big black prop. Finally, I pull it out and sigh.
“Thank you baby, I needed that.”
Ted responds, “I want to taste that again.” And goes down on me. Licking and cleaning up my wet pussy bringing me to another orgasm as he laps up my juices. A very nice finish.
Barb and Bart’s Brew Pub
The following Monday, I decide to stop to see Barb at Bart's Brew Pub and have a few drinks. I settle into my usual bar seat and see my bartender friend look my way with a smile.
“The usual Steph?” I nod
She brings my drink and says, “How you doing sweety?”
“I’m good, doing good. And you?”
Barb asked “How are you coming along with our bet?”
“Well, I’ve been doing some research on big black cocks and while I must admit I had never thought of it before, my research shows me that you are right, there are some incredibly huge black dicks in this world. Much, much bigger than my husband’s white prick.”
“No shit Sherlock…I told you so. And…. Have you made any plans to try one?”
“Does a 10” black dildo count?” I suggested.
Barb smiled, and walked off to take care of another customer.
My pot and alcohol addiction induced thoughts immediately brought up visions of a huge black dick inside a white wife’s pussy and moans of her ecstasy and approval as she enjoyed her surrender to its mind-blowing effects. Was I becoming addicted to the thoughts of black cock, I thought? Seems, since Barbs bet, and after a few hits and alcohol that is where my mind goes these days. My wet pussy, once again caused by my fantasy.
“No, my dear. A dildo does not qualify for our bet. But I must say, that is a start…very intriguing. Tell me more.”
“It all started when I couldn’t get out of my mind what you said about big black cocks. I decided to do some research on the internet and quickly ran across a lot on interracial porn sites. White wives being fucked to amazing orgasms by large black men. I mean, watching these videos is mesmerizing. It’s like watching the food channel and getting hungry, real hungry. Many of these videos show the husband sitting in the corner beating off, while his wife gets owned by a black man. They call the husband a cuckhold. Ever hear of it?”
“Not sure about that term, but I am familiar with husbands enjoying watching their wives be sluts. If I ever get married, that’s the kind of husband I want, don’t you?”
Barb’s question hit home and made me actually think about the answer. If I had my choice, having a husband who thought his little cock was the center of the universe or a husband whose main desire was to see his wife completely pleased…putting it that way, I would definitely take the latter. Barb is right.
“Barb, you know what…you are right. If there are husbands out there that crave and support having their wife being completely sexually satisfied, that’s what we deserve, particularly if they have a little white prick that does little to satisfy what pussies are intended to handle.”
“Now that I think of it, the stories I’ve read about cuckholds from my research walk through a process of the husband first realizing that they are inferior and that it is their duty to ensure their wife is fully satisfied and then succumbing to the wife’s desires and helping her fulfill them. It’s like they need their inner insecurities and subservient desires to be brought out in them. They need to be made to feel guilty for expecting their little dicks to be all their wife’s need. The men generally become obsessed with another man’s ability to satisfy their wife beyond what they can ever hope to do, and the size of the man’s cock is front and center to that end.”
Barb stares at me with astonishment, “Fuck Steph, you are a genius. Where does your relationship with your husband Ted fit into this?”
“Well, until right now as I think through the answer to your question, I must admit I hadn’t given it any thought. You know, I don’t really even know what having sex with a superior man and his large cock is like. Other than watching porn, I’ve only ever experienced a big dildo inside me…and I must say it feels really good.”
“So, our bet to who fucks a big black cock first is still on, right?” I smiled.
“Definitely, and I just want you know, time is of the essence cause I’ve got my eye on a black guy that’s been coming into the bar recently. “then Barb darted off to wait on a customer.
I took a drink and thought, it seems like a trigger just went off in my head, I deserve what all these wives in porn have and Ted needs to learn his place in our relationship. How dare he think his little prick is worthy of my female needs. I finished my drink and rushed home once again for my big black dildo and interracial cuckhold porn. I needed relief, again. I was getting used to having something long and fat fill up my pussy and as I am prone to addictions, this big dildo is starting to be no exception.
Jerome’s
Leaving work Tuesday evening, I had heard about a new bar/club called the Jerome’s on the east side of town that had been open for about 6 months now and since I like to mix up my drinking holes, I decided to check it out. The parking lot had a number of really nice upscale cars and the valets were all strong black men in tight black pants and shirts. I hoped it wasn’t going to be too expensive.
I found a spot at the bar, my usual choice and ordered my Vodka Tonic from a handsome black bartender. He was wearing a very tight top that should off all of his muscles. After taking my first drink, I started to look around and check out the place. Pretty dark inside, but I saw a stage for a band that was setting up and a nice black and white checkered dance floor. Classy looking, I thought.
The lighting was dim, but had nice accent lighting for the bathroom areas and dance floor. I decided to go to the ladies’ room to freshen up a bit. All marble and gold inlaid sinks with a lot of mirrors. I felt special as I looked in the mirror and added some eye liner and lipstick. I unbuttoned my white blouse a few and admired my D cup cleavage, some freckles and a tan. I’ve always liked my tan lines that accentuate my breasts and nipples and my bikini tan lines made my ass look like I was wearing a Brazilian thong.
Arriving back to the bar I took another drink and noticed that the place was mostly black men, some white women mostly blondes and a few white couples. The club is located on the side of town closer to the black neighborhoods, so it all seemed normal to me. A few of the tables with white couples also had a black man with them. Strange I thought and laughed as I kidded to myself that they were cuckhold couples and the wife was picking out her black cock for the night. Barb would find my crazy thoughts amusing I thought. I was looking for the bartender to order another when a tall black gentleman came up and asked if he could buy me a drink and join me.
“Sure, thanks. Have a seat.” I didn’t think much about it, as I am used to having guys buy me drinks on my nightly bar stops.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before, they call me Romulus.”
I shook his strong black hand, “Hi, I’m Stephanie.” I found his eyes mesmerizing and his full lips inviting.
We shared small talk, and the more we did, the more intrigued I became. All the interracial porn I’ve been watching must be having an impact on me, I thought. I grazed my nipple as I reached for my drink and it made my clit tingle. I was fucking horny and as I gazed into the black face. I immediately thought of how my big black dildo satisfies me, I’ve been using it nightly in the quiet of my own bed and I need it now, just like my addiction of needing a drink every night. As he talked, my thoughts were becoming intertwined between my nightly sessions, sticking that black dildo deep inside me for relief and the reality of Romulus right next to me, smelling his manly scents while staring me in the face.
The band was starting up and Romulus asked me to dance. What harm is there in that I thought so the next thing I know I’m dancing with a tall handsome black man in a bar I’ve never been in before with a man I’ve known for less than an hour. The dance music moved to a slower beat and Romulus pulled me into his chest. Strong and powerful with confidence and control over me, I tingled all over from his aggressiveness. My mind was totally focused on him, taking him into my thoughts and my fantasies, seeing him on top of a white wife as I remembered my favorite porn scenes. It was becoming all too real, all very close…fantasy and reality meeting one another in the middle. I put my arms around his strong waist and looked up wanting a kiss from this black stud.
My eyes closed as his lips pressed into mine and his tongue danced inside my mouth connecting with mine. It is as if I am floating in a dream. As we kissed, I had visions of black cock fucking white pussies, the porn scenes I had watched, dancing around my thoughts, the black cock in all of them was Romulus giving pleasure to these cuckhold wives. Pleasures running through my veins as if I were the white slut wife filled with black cock. We rocked to the beat of the song, his hands cupping my ass cheeks as he pushed his hardening cock into my lower stomach. It felt immense desires and wonderful. A feeling I’ve never felt before, it’s the real thing pushing against me.
My pussy was wet with desire and I began grinding back on his hard cock to the beat of the song. My staccato breathing couldn’t be controlled as I lost all control. My pot and alcohol loosened state told me it was alright and that I should be satisfied. No thoughts of Ted entered my mind.
“You need me, don’t you Stephanie?” Romulus whispered in my ear.
“I…I…can’t help myself. It’s not as if I came in here tonight looking for sex.”
“No matter, my place is nearby. Let me take care of your needs pretty lady.”
And with my hand in his, we grabbed my purse and off we went. I was in no mood to argue with him, I was in a mood to be fucked, just like the slut wives in my porn research. I was now ready to replace my black dildo with the real thing.
At Romulus’s
We smoked a joint on the way to his place. Arriving, I was so out of control horny for this man, and my sexual needs outweighed any guilt or potential remorse for what was about to happen. His apartment was nothing special, but his cock was amazing. No more than hearing the door close, I unzipped his pants and started sucking his manhood. It quickly grew to 12”, which is 4” longer than my dildo. The taste and smell of his mammoth cock put me in an ecstasy trance. I started out with my normal blow job, but quickly took it into another gear, one I remembered seeing in a porn video. I tried to put it as far down my throat as I could. I choked on it and covered it with my spit and saliva. I think I got about half way. I held up his huge cock with my left hand and immediately started licking his big set of balls, sucking, licking trying to taste what they held inside. At the same time, Romulus fingers started working on my wet clit getting me off quickly. Next thing I realize is that there are two fingers are in my ass, it felt amazing. I’ve never had sex in my ass before, not even a finger before, just my butt plug from time to time.
Romulus flipped me on his bed, I immediately opened up my legs showing him my needy wet pussy. He didn’t hesitate, the invitation was staring him in the face. He rubbed his black cock head on my clit back and forth between my pussy lips, teasing me with that joy stick. I pushed my hips toward my prize and he smiled at me, knowing he now owned me.
“Fuck me Romulus, please. I need you inside me…NOW…NOW…”
“Tell me how much you want me…” he made me beg and with each request my lust for pleasure became more intense. I was no longer in control of my needs; my pussy was in control.
“I have wanted you from the first second you approached me. I need your big black cock inside me, my first. Show me what it’s like to be fucked by a real man, NOW, PLEASE...”
Seeing Stephanie in a complete state of arousal had Romulus’s manly instincts in full gear. The way she wiggled her pussy at him made his dick strong and hard. He needed pussy so bad. Married white pussy was even better. He saw how Stephanie was his to own and how horny she was grinding toward his cock. He knew the more he teased her, the more her desire to be fucked would grow and if his plans work out, she will be begging for his cock. Like a junkie needing their fix, he wanted to make sure she was addicted to black cock from this point forward. He had performed his magic on many white wives, turning them into black cock sluts. Stephanie will be next.
As he teased her with his fuck stick, he planned for Stephanie to be the next in line as he prepared her to be addicted to black men. Once trained, Romulus and his many black friends would share her and teach her the finer things in life and use her over and over again. She would crave the pleasures of big black men using her holes. Her husband will quickly become useless to her sexually, and his only worth will be financial. He will become concerned when she no longer wants to have sex with him, when she comes home late at night or not at all. Her life will change into a lust seeking adventure for black men and her husband will either become miserable and put up with her indiscretions, divorce her or become her cuckhold husband. Only time will tell which he chooses.
Romulus taunted her, teasing her with his huge dick. He tapped her clit with it, rubbed it on her wet pussy and began stroking it with his strong hand making sure she kept her eyes on her hopeful treasure. After her breathing and humping was at a fever level, he decided it was time to plant the seed of her future. He grabbed her ankles with his big hands and stretched her legs out wide with his strong arms. He pushed his extra large black purplish cock head into the first inch of her warmth, then in another inch as she wiggled and begged him for more. In and out he slowly teased her outer clit. After fifteen or so slow shallow strokes, he gave her a little more slowly inching his supreme length further and further inside her making her moan with pleasure. Each inch gave her future a new meaning in life.
“Oh Romulus, your cock feels so fucking amazing… I feel so full…I’ve never…felt…so…God I am…I can’t…its…your…amazing, a black god…Stephanie moans and breathes heavily before she erupts into an earth-shattering orgasm. Her whole-body shivers and shakes much like an earthquake trembles and shakes a pond of water. Her eyes rolled back in her head, nearly unconscious with erotic pleasure.
Romulus slows for a minute, letting her catch her breath and regain some level of consciousness. Her eyes open and try to focus. Where am I, she wonders. Her mind is numb with too much blood flow and not enough oxygen. Romulus starts to pump her again starting once again with a few short strokes before driving his mammoth cock deep inside her womb. His rhythm increases as Stephanie’s hips start to grind toward the incredible feeling he gives her. Her legs spread wide and shake to the beat of each stroke.
“Fuck me you stud, fuck me hard. Give me all that horse dick. Push it all the way inside me…all the way. Fuck me like the white slut wife I am. I need it…I so need it. Oh God…Oh…Oh…Yes…Yes……” she fades off again into orgasmic bliss. Again, too much blood flow and not enough oxygen. Heaven on earth.
Her New Addiction
After Romulus gives her more fucking in one session than she has had in the past year he knows she is now hooked. He slaps her on the cheek and tells her to accept the cum he is about to release inside her.
“Tell me you want my cum to coat your insides. Tell me you must have it. Beg me for my nectar you wife slut.”
Her begging intensifies his release. He has a guttural orgasm and fills her pussy with his seed. It’s a load and makes her hole sloppy. As he cums, his cock gets engorged, growing in girth another inch, the head of his cock now almost the size of a baseball. She squeals with delight; the cream is so hot as it penetrates deep inside her. How could she ask for anything more?
When Stephanie finally made it home, the clock said 2:30 AM. She climbed right into bed, not even worrying about checking her messages from Ted or taking a shower. She was exhausted but slept with a big smile on her face. Waking up, her pussy was soaked with a combination of Romulus’s cum and her rekindled wet pussy stimulated by her dreams of black men. She woke very horny and thought about using her black dildo, but knew she had to get ready for work.
The workday went by slowly and her productivity was near zero. All she could think about was how wonderful sex was last night. Her mind danced all day long with visions of black men taking her and using her with their huge cocks. At works end, Stephanie headed straight for Bart's Brew Pub to tell Barb all about her night with Romulus. It was either that or head back to Jerome’s.
“Barb, I did it and it was wonderful. I had my first black cock last night…and it was fucking incredible.”
“Well, let me see the pictures.”
“Pictures, oh shit…that was the last thing on my mind. In fact, the way I was fucked…well I had my brains fucked out last night and the thought of getting pictures never even crossed my mind.”
“That’s the deal my love. You gotta show proof of this escapade of yours you know.”
“Guess I’ll have to get them next time. You want to join me?”
“Before I decide, tell me more about it.”
I went through the whole story about last night, the place, Romulus, his place, the way he made me beg for his big black cock, his big black cock, oh did I mention his big black cock? As I recalled the previous night, the more I told Barb about it, the hornier I got. My pussy was again wet with desire and I was quickly in need of black cock. I was struggling to hold the urge in. I need relief. I need to feel what I felt last night again and again. At that point, I realized that just like pot and alcohol, I was also addicted to black cock after only having one, other than the plastic variety.
I looked at my watch, it was 9:30, getting late. But hopefully not too late.
“Barb, I’ve got to go. It’s getting late. When’s your next night off, we can go to Jerome’s together?”
“I’m off next Sunday and Monday.”
“Oh, not sure if Jerome’s is even open those nights. Plus, my husband will be home on Sunday, not sure about Monday night. Let me check into it and get back to you.”
My thoughts immediately went to, just another reason to go to Jerome’s tonight. I need a big black cock fix and I need to see if they are open those nights.
“I’ll see you Barb, gotta go now.” And off I went, smoking a joint and unbuttoning a few more buttons on my work shirt as I headed toward Jerome’s to satisfy my new addiction. I may even give up my virgin ass tonight. Ted’s text remained on my phone without my reply. He will have to learn that I need satisfied, and since he isn’t capable of it, he will accept my need to be satisfied, over and over again by many big black men and their big black cocks.
By Lord Byron
Another day’s work behind me, I made my way to Bart's Brew Pub for a drink. My life was pretty routine and during most weeks I was on my own. You see, my husband Ted was a traveling salesman and was gone Monday through Friday three of out four weeks every month. I wasn’t one to go home and sit in front of the TV every night. You see, I enjoy being around people and to relax after work with a drink, so given my options with no husband around, I regularly stop after work at one of my regular bars.
Me, one of my addictions is drinks after work. I have about five bars that I frequent, some that aren’t too far from our home and others on the other side of town. Since I drink every night, I mix up my stops because I don’t want people to think I’m an alcoholic.
Arriving at Bart's Brew Pub parking lot, I use my one hitter to take a few hits of pot. Yes, I like my medicinal marijuana too. It settles me and calms my nerves. I guess I am addicted to its feeling too.
I dress conservatively for work so getting out of the car, I lose my work jacket, and unbutton a few from my white collared shirt. Just enough not to look too much like a nun. My pleated skirt is black and almost to my knees. My heels are only 1 inch and black as well. I’m not out to find companionship mind you, I just want to look normal having my nightly drinks. I have never cheated on Ted, although I get my share of pickup lines. I am happy to have some drinks paid for, that’s all.
Tonight, is really no different then all the previous ones. I order a drink and after a few good sips I text Ted.
“Hey Babe, hope you had a good day. Miss you.”
Most of the time I get an immediate reply. Tonight, is no different.
“Yes, I think I made another sale with a new customer today. Headed to the gym. Love Ya.”
That’s about the extent of our weekly interactions. As I think of it, our weekends aren’t usually filled with a lot of talk either. Oh well, at least he provides a good living for us and knows how to lick my clit which makes up for his skinny little dick. What more should a wife need, right?
Barb is the bartender at Bart's Brew Pub and over time we have developed a bartender customer relationship. No telling what Barb’s topic of conversation will be, I enjoy it though as its never boring.
“Hey Steph, good seeing you tonight. The usual?”
I smile and nod. She pours my Vodka tonics nice and strong, plenty of ice and two limes.
Barb brings my drink over and starts right in on what’s on her mind.
“So, my roommate Sue and I were talking this morning about the importance of the size of a man’s cock. Since we are both single, we get a variety of shapes and sizes, you know. Well anyway, even though I’ve tried a dozen or more, I think the largest one I have had was maybe 7 inches. Sue on the other hand has had a few that were 10 inches, black dicks too.”
At that point, she had to go help another arriving customer leaving me with thoughts of what she just said to ponder. Pot slows the world down for me, making my thoughts more detailed and in color. As I think about what she laid out there, I can only imagine what a 10-inch black dick would look like let alone feel like inside. I’ve only had three different dicks in my lifetime, all white, all small. Two guys I dated in college and Ted’s. I must admit, I’ve never thought of it before, but the contrast visualizing a big black one versus Teds little white one in my high state is arousing. My pussy started getting moist and my nipples hard. Truth be told, having never thought about big cocks, certainly not black ones and I was strangely confused with the effect the idea of it all was having on me. I took another drink.
Barb returns and continues her thought, she looks deep into my eyes with her striking blue eyes, “Yea, we were talking about cock sizes and Sue couldn’t stop talking about the times she has had big black ones, she says there’s nothing like it. I can’t confirm it cause I’ve never tried one…. So, Steph…. have you?”
“I can’t say that I have. My only experiences are with small white ones.” I took another deep gulp of my drink, trying to shake the thought of having a large black dick in my hands.
“Well, based on what Sue says, between you and me, well, I’ve just got to try one.” And off she went getting a beer for someone on the other end of the bar.
I gotta say, I love the simplicity Barb has with things. Based on what her roommate said, just like that she’s already decided she needs to try one.
Barb returns and leans over, her tattooed tit cleavage clear for me to see and looks me in the eyes.
“What about you Steph. I mean, I know you are married and all but what the fuck, we only live once and, well, you know, your hubby is always out of town which makes it pretty easy for you to sneak one in, you know. I mean, I wouldn’t hold it against you. You ready for another?”
“Sure, thanks.” And off she went again.
Returning with my fresh drink, she leans over again and matter of fact just says, “Well?”
“I don’t know Barb; I’ve really never thought of it before. And I’m married too. It’s not that easy for me just to spread my legs for some strange, for some “Experiment.”
“Suit yourself, but let’s make it interesting. If you try before me, I’ll buy your drinks for a week, and if I do it first, you pay double for your drinks for a week. What do you say?”
Again, off she goes to take care of a customer.
Returning again, she says “kind of exciting huh, I like to set goals, to have a fun challenge in front of me to conquer. Let the best woman win. And oh, by the way, we’ve got to prove it with pictures. May the best slut wins.” And off she went.
My head was buzzing with the pot and drinks in my system, but mostly with what Barb just said spinning around in my head. I work, I smoke pot, I drink and get up and do it all over again. That’s my routine, those are my addictions. What the fuck have I gotten myself into anyway. It all happened so fast. I downed my second vodka and motioned to Barb for another.
My workweek continued as usual. My routine was the same as I stopped at my different bars after each day’s work and for each time I ordered a drink, my mind went to Barbs challenge and the thought of big black cocks. Are they really that big and how would it even fit in my tight pussy? I mean, Ted’s dick isn’t much bigger than a thumb.
The strange thing is that whenever I would think about big black cocks, I became wet and horny. Settling my bar bill one night after only two drinks, I decided to get home to do some “research” on the internet about the big black cock “rumor”. I found a lot of interracial porn sites with blondes, brunettes and red heads getting fucked with a variety of really big black dicks. The women, many of them wives, really seemed to enjoy themselves as they opened their legs to these Mandingoes. Apparently that’s what the largest ones are called.
I learned about Cuckhold husbands and how many white married couple relationships enjoy “black bulls” in their sex lives. It’s understood that the wife is entitled to a good fuck from a big cock. The white small dicked husband is obsessed with big dicks and ensuring his wife is well taken care of in that department. The husband even enjoys cleaning the cum out of his wife’s pussy, tonguing out what was just deposited into her. For some strange reason, I really got into that part too. I guess these actions by the husband acted as a total confirmation that knowing his wife was having sex with a black man with a huge dick was acceptable to the him and their relationship. He looked forward to seeing his wife get filled up with fat cocks and large amounts of cum. He actually desired it for her and she willingly obliged.
I ended each night after my bar stops, smoking some pot and giving my vibrator a workout. The thrill of being filled up with a black man was growing as a kind of fantasy for me. I noticed that as I masturbated, and I was doing it almost every night now, my thoughts were always about various ways of giving myself to a BBC. At first, I felt guilty, thinking about my fidelity promise with Ted, but now into the second week, I noticed that the level of guilt I felt was diminishing. My desire for being fucked by a monster black dick was overtaking my desire to be true to Ted. I was actually starting to get pissed at him for having such a little prick and expecting me to be satisfied by it. Rightly or wrongly, my addictive feelings were beginning to justify my desires.
The pot increased the intensity of my orgasms and brought a wonderful detail in living color to my fantasies. I decided to make my private times even more real so I purchased a 10-inch black dildo at a nearby sex shop. Because so many porn movies show anile sex, I even purchased a butt plug to wear. Who am I becoming, sometimes I even have it in me during the day while I am at work?
On Friday, Ted gets back in town and our routine is to go out for dinner. This Friday is no different. As we talk over a bottle of wine, waiting for our dinner to arrive, I notice that I am beginning to think of him differently. I love everything about him, but I feel a level of disappointment towards him, such a harmless little cock, barely adequate for real sex. I’m not quite sure where these thoughts are coming from exactly, but I assume it’s from the porn I’ve been watching, seeing wives having amazing orgasms from big cocks and knowing I’m not going to get that with just Ted.
From the corner of my eye, I notice two tall black men having a drink and a conversation at the bar. I quickly notice that they are admiring a blonde having drinks with her husband, sitting nearby them. Because of the attention they are giving her, I find myself feeling a little jealous of her. I’m hardly paying attention to the sales story Ted is talking about from his latest week out of town. All this is quite new to me. I don’t really understand what is happening and why my thoughts are new and different and full of thoughts that are about things that I had not had before. I found myself becoming totally drawn to strong black men. My pussy was calling me to touch it, like I’ve been doing every night lately. With two beautiful black men nearby, it needed attention.
Ted reached over and filled my wine glass, probably doing so to get my attention. I looked at him and smiled.
“Ted, you work so hard for us. Congratulations on your new sale.” I raised my glass and toasted him with a smile. At least he has a talented tongue I thought.
Those handsome black men in my periphery, I felt like I better get out of there before I did something I may regret. After dinner, I looked at Ted, “Baby, let’s go home and go to bed, OK?”
Home with Ted
I smoked a few hits on our way home. Climbing in our bed, Ted rolls over and gives me a kiss. Friday nights after being away from each other all week, we end with sex. Tonight, will be no different. It’s routine now, we kiss some then I go down on him sucking his white prick to hardness. Then we reverse and he licks me into an orgasm. From there, he gets on top and sticks me with his prick and within 30 seconds or so, he cums and rolls off.
As I lay there, I consider pulling out my black dildo to finish what he can’t. I think for a minute about how Ted may react. Part of me doesn’t want to hurt him, another part is pissed that he doesn’t have what it takes to deliver for me. I reach down into my night stand and grab it. I take it in my mouth to moisten it, then insert it in my pussy. As I stroke myself and begin to breath louder, Ted rolls over and sees what is happening.
“Wow, that’s new.”
Yep, that’s all he said, that is why I love him. He doesn’t force his thoughts on me, and is open to what I do. I look over at him.
“I need more tonight, baby. Suck my nipples.”
I grind on my big dildo for about 30 minutes and grunt out about 6 orgasms. Ted stays at it, licking and sucking my tits and eventually sticks his finger in my ass helping me enjoy my big black prop. Finally, I pull it out and sigh.
“Thank you baby, I needed that.”
Ted responds, “I want to taste that again.” And goes down on me. Licking and cleaning up my wet pussy bringing me to another orgasm as he laps up my juices. A very nice finish.
Barb and Bart’s Brew Pub
The following Monday, I decide to stop to see Barb at Bart's Brew Pub and have a few drinks. I settle into my usual bar seat and see my bartender friend look my way with a smile.
“The usual Steph?” I nod
She brings my drink and says, “How you doing sweety?”
“I’m good, doing good. And you?”
Barb asked “How are you coming along with our bet?”
“Well, I’ve been doing some research on big black cocks and while I must admit I had never thought of it before, my research shows me that you are right, there are some incredibly huge black dicks in this world. Much, much bigger than my husband’s white prick.”
“No shit Sherlock…I told you so. And…. Have you made any plans to try one?”
“Does a 10” black dildo count?” I suggested.
Barb smiled, and walked off to take care of another customer.
My pot and alcohol addiction induced thoughts immediately brought up visions of a huge black dick inside a white wife’s pussy and moans of her ecstasy and approval as she enjoyed her surrender to its mind-blowing effects. Was I becoming addicted to the thoughts of black cock, I thought? Seems, since Barbs bet, and after a few hits and alcohol that is where my mind goes these days. My wet pussy, once again caused by my fantasy.
“No, my dear. A dildo does not qualify for our bet. But I must say, that is a start…very intriguing. Tell me more.”
“It all started when I couldn’t get out of my mind what you said about big black cocks. I decided to do some research on the internet and quickly ran across a lot on interracial porn sites. White wives being fucked to amazing orgasms by large black men. I mean, watching these videos is mesmerizing. It’s like watching the food channel and getting hungry, real hungry. Many of these videos show the husband sitting in the corner beating off, while his wife gets owned by a black man. They call the husband a cuckhold. Ever hear of it?”
“Not sure about that term, but I am familiar with husbands enjoying watching their wives be sluts. If I ever get married, that’s the kind of husband I want, don’t you?”
Barb’s question hit home and made me actually think about the answer. If I had my choice, having a husband who thought his little cock was the center of the universe or a husband whose main desire was to see his wife completely pleased…putting it that way, I would definitely take the latter. Barb is right.
“Barb, you know what…you are right. If there are husbands out there that crave and support having their wife being completely sexually satisfied, that’s what we deserve, particularly if they have a little white prick that does little to satisfy what pussies are intended to handle.”
“Now that I think of it, the stories I’ve read about cuckholds from my research walk through a process of the husband first realizing that they are inferior and that it is their duty to ensure their wife is fully satisfied and then succumbing to the wife’s desires and helping her fulfill them. It’s like they need their inner insecurities and subservient desires to be brought out in them. They need to be made to feel guilty for expecting their little dicks to be all their wife’s need. The men generally become obsessed with another man’s ability to satisfy their wife beyond what they can ever hope to do, and the size of the man’s cock is front and center to that end.”
Barb stares at me with astonishment, “Fuck Steph, you are a genius. Where does your relationship with your husband Ted fit into this?”
“Well, until right now as I think through the answer to your question, I must admit I hadn’t given it any thought. You know, I don’t really even know what having sex with a superior man and his large cock is like. Other than watching porn, I’ve only ever experienced a big dildo inside me…and I must say it feels really good.”
“So, our bet to who fucks a big black cock first is still on, right?” I smiled.
“Definitely, and I just want you know, time is of the essence cause I’ve got my eye on a black guy that’s been coming into the bar recently. “then Barb darted off to wait on a customer.
I took a drink and thought, it seems like a trigger just went off in my head, I deserve what all these wives in porn have and Ted needs to learn his place in our relationship. How dare he think his little prick is worthy of my female needs. I finished my drink and rushed home once again for my big black dildo and interracial cuckhold porn. I needed relief, again. I was getting used to having something long and fat fill up my pussy and as I am prone to addictions, this big dildo is starting to be no exception.
Jerome’s
Leaving work Tuesday evening, I had heard about a new bar/club called the Jerome’s on the east side of town that had been open for about 6 months now and since I like to mix up my drinking holes, I decided to check it out. The parking lot had a number of really nice upscale cars and the valets were all strong black men in tight black pants and shirts. I hoped it wasn’t going to be too expensive.
I found a spot at the bar, my usual choice and ordered my Vodka Tonic from a handsome black bartender. He was wearing a very tight top that should off all of his muscles. After taking my first drink, I started to look around and check out the place. Pretty dark inside, but I saw a stage for a band that was setting up and a nice black and white checkered dance floor. Classy looking, I thought.
The lighting was dim, but had nice accent lighting for the bathroom areas and dance floor. I decided to go to the ladies’ room to freshen up a bit. All marble and gold inlaid sinks with a lot of mirrors. I felt special as I looked in the mirror and added some eye liner and lipstick. I unbuttoned my white blouse a few and admired my D cup cleavage, some freckles and a tan. I’ve always liked my tan lines that accentuate my breasts and nipples and my bikini tan lines made my ass look like I was wearing a Brazilian thong.
Arriving back to the bar I took another drink and noticed that the place was mostly black men, some white women mostly blondes and a few white couples. The club is located on the side of town closer to the black neighborhoods, so it all seemed normal to me. A few of the tables with white couples also had a black man with them. Strange I thought and laughed as I kidded to myself that they were cuckhold couples and the wife was picking out her black cock for the night. Barb would find my crazy thoughts amusing I thought. I was looking for the bartender to order another when a tall black gentleman came up and asked if he could buy me a drink and join me.
“Sure, thanks. Have a seat.” I didn’t think much about it, as I am used to having guys buy me drinks on my nightly bar stops.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before, they call me Romulus.”
I shook his strong black hand, “Hi, I’m Stephanie.” I found his eyes mesmerizing and his full lips inviting.
We shared small talk, and the more we did, the more intrigued I became. All the interracial porn I’ve been watching must be having an impact on me, I thought. I grazed my nipple as I reached for my drink and it made my clit tingle. I was fucking horny and as I gazed into the black face. I immediately thought of how my big black dildo satisfies me, I’ve been using it nightly in the quiet of my own bed and I need it now, just like my addiction of needing a drink every night. As he talked, my thoughts were becoming intertwined between my nightly sessions, sticking that black dildo deep inside me for relief and the reality of Romulus right next to me, smelling his manly scents while staring me in the face.
The band was starting up and Romulus asked me to dance. What harm is there in that I thought so the next thing I know I’m dancing with a tall handsome black man in a bar I’ve never been in before with a man I’ve known for less than an hour. The dance music moved to a slower beat and Romulus pulled me into his chest. Strong and powerful with confidence and control over me, I tingled all over from his aggressiveness. My mind was totally focused on him, taking him into my thoughts and my fantasies, seeing him on top of a white wife as I remembered my favorite porn scenes. It was becoming all too real, all very close…fantasy and reality meeting one another in the middle. I put my arms around his strong waist and looked up wanting a kiss from this black stud.
My eyes closed as his lips pressed into mine and his tongue danced inside my mouth connecting with mine. It is as if I am floating in a dream. As we kissed, I had visions of black cock fucking white pussies, the porn scenes I had watched, dancing around my thoughts, the black cock in all of them was Romulus giving pleasure to these cuckhold wives. Pleasures running through my veins as if I were the white slut wife filled with black cock. We rocked to the beat of the song, his hands cupping my ass cheeks as he pushed his hardening cock into my lower stomach. It felt immense desires and wonderful. A feeling I’ve never felt before, it’s the real thing pushing against me.
My pussy was wet with desire and I began grinding back on his hard cock to the beat of the song. My staccato breathing couldn’t be controlled as I lost all control. My pot and alcohol loosened state told me it was alright and that I should be satisfied. No thoughts of Ted entered my mind.
“You need me, don’t you Stephanie?” Romulus whispered in my ear.
“I…I…can’t help myself. It’s not as if I came in here tonight looking for sex.”
“No matter, my place is nearby. Let me take care of your needs pretty lady.”
And with my hand in his, we grabbed my purse and off we went. I was in no mood to argue with him, I was in a mood to be fucked, just like the slut wives in my porn research. I was now ready to replace my black dildo with the real thing.
At Romulus’s
We smoked a joint on the way to his place. Arriving, I was so out of control horny for this man, and my sexual needs outweighed any guilt or potential remorse for what was about to happen. His apartment was nothing special, but his cock was amazing. No more than hearing the door close, I unzipped his pants and started sucking his manhood. It quickly grew to 12”, which is 4” longer than my dildo. The taste and smell of his mammoth cock put me in an ecstasy trance. I started out with my normal blow job, but quickly took it into another gear, one I remembered seeing in a porn video. I tried to put it as far down my throat as I could. I choked on it and covered it with my spit and saliva. I think I got about half way. I held up his huge cock with my left hand and immediately started licking his big set of balls, sucking, licking trying to taste what they held inside. At the same time, Romulus fingers started working on my wet clit getting me off quickly. Next thing I realize is that there are two fingers are in my ass, it felt amazing. I’ve never had sex in my ass before, not even a finger before, just my butt plug from time to time.
Romulus flipped me on his bed, I immediately opened up my legs showing him my needy wet pussy. He didn’t hesitate, the invitation was staring him in the face. He rubbed his black cock head on my clit back and forth between my pussy lips, teasing me with that joy stick. I pushed my hips toward my prize and he smiled at me, knowing he now owned me.
“Fuck me Romulus, please. I need you inside me…NOW…NOW…”
“Tell me how much you want me…” he made me beg and with each request my lust for pleasure became more intense. I was no longer in control of my needs; my pussy was in control.
“I have wanted you from the first second you approached me. I need your big black cock inside me, my first. Show me what it’s like to be fucked by a real man, NOW, PLEASE...”
Seeing Stephanie in a complete state of arousal had Romulus’s manly instincts in full gear. The way she wiggled her pussy at him made his dick strong and hard. He needed pussy so bad. Married white pussy was even better. He saw how Stephanie was his to own and how horny she was grinding toward his cock. He knew the more he teased her, the more her desire to be fucked would grow and if his plans work out, she will be begging for his cock. Like a junkie needing their fix, he wanted to make sure she was addicted to black cock from this point forward. He had performed his magic on many white wives, turning them into black cock sluts. Stephanie will be next.
As he teased her with his fuck stick, he planned for Stephanie to be the next in line as he prepared her to be addicted to black men. Once trained, Romulus and his many black friends would share her and teach her the finer things in life and use her over and over again. She would crave the pleasures of big black men using her holes. Her husband will quickly become useless to her sexually, and his only worth will be financial. He will become concerned when she no longer wants to have sex with him, when she comes home late at night or not at all. Her life will change into a lust seeking adventure for black men and her husband will either become miserable and put up with her indiscretions, divorce her or become her cuckhold husband. Only time will tell which he chooses.
Romulus taunted her, teasing her with his huge dick. He tapped her clit with it, rubbed it on her wet pussy and began stroking it with his strong hand making sure she kept her eyes on her hopeful treasure. After her breathing and humping was at a fever level, he decided it was time to plant the seed of her future. He grabbed her ankles with his big hands and stretched her legs out wide with his strong arms. He pushed his extra large black purplish cock head into the first inch of her warmth, then in another inch as she wiggled and begged him for more. In and out he slowly teased her outer clit. After fifteen or so slow shallow strokes, he gave her a little more slowly inching his supreme length further and further inside her making her moan with pleasure. Each inch gave her future a new meaning in life.
“Oh Romulus, your cock feels so fucking amazing… I feel so full…I’ve never…felt…so…God I am…I can’t…its…your…amazing, a black god…Stephanie moans and breathes heavily before she erupts into an earth-shattering orgasm. Her whole-body shivers and shakes much like an earthquake trembles and shakes a pond of water. Her eyes rolled back in her head, nearly unconscious with erotic pleasure.
Romulus slows for a minute, letting her catch her breath and regain some level of consciousness. Her eyes open and try to focus. Where am I, she wonders. Her mind is numb with too much blood flow and not enough oxygen. Romulus starts to pump her again starting once again with a few short strokes before driving his mammoth cock deep inside her womb. His rhythm increases as Stephanie’s hips start to grind toward the incredible feeling he gives her. Her legs spread wide and shake to the beat of each stroke.
“Fuck me you stud, fuck me hard. Give me all that horse dick. Push it all the way inside me…all the way. Fuck me like the white slut wife I am. I need it…I so need it. Oh God…Oh…Oh…Yes…Yes……” she fades off again into orgasmic bliss. Again, too much blood flow and not enough oxygen. Heaven on earth.
Her New Addiction
After Romulus gives her more fucking in one session than she has had in the past year he knows she is now hooked. He slaps her on the cheek and tells her to accept the cum he is about to release inside her.
“Tell me you want my cum to coat your insides. Tell me you must have it. Beg me for my nectar you wife slut.”
Her begging intensifies his release. He has a guttural orgasm and fills her pussy with his seed. It’s a load and makes her hole sloppy. As he cums, his cock gets engorged, growing in girth another inch, the head of his cock now almost the size of a baseball. She squeals with delight; the cream is so hot as it penetrates deep inside her. How could she ask for anything more?
When Stephanie finally made it home, the clock said 2:30 AM. She climbed right into bed, not even worrying about checking her messages from Ted or taking a shower. She was exhausted but slept with a big smile on her face. Waking up, her pussy was soaked with a combination of Romulus’s cum and her rekindled wet pussy stimulated by her dreams of black men. She woke very horny and thought about using her black dildo, but knew she had to get ready for work.
The workday went by slowly and her productivity was near zero. All she could think about was how wonderful sex was last night. Her mind danced all day long with visions of black men taking her and using her with their huge cocks. At works end, Stephanie headed straight for Bart's Brew Pub to tell Barb all about her night with Romulus. It was either that or head back to Jerome’s.
“Barb, I did it and it was wonderful. I had my first black cock last night…and it was fucking incredible.”
“Well, let me see the pictures.”
“Pictures, oh shit…that was the last thing on my mind. In fact, the way I was fucked…well I had my brains fucked out last night and the thought of getting pictures never even crossed my mind.”
“That’s the deal my love. You gotta show proof of this escapade of yours you know.”
“Guess I’ll have to get them next time. You want to join me?”
“Before I decide, tell me more about it.”
I went through the whole story about last night, the place, Romulus, his place, the way he made me beg for his big black cock, his big black cock, oh did I mention his big black cock? As I recalled the previous night, the more I told Barb about it, the hornier I got. My pussy was again wet with desire and I was quickly in need of black cock. I was struggling to hold the urge in. I need relief. I need to feel what I felt last night again and again. At that point, I realized that just like pot and alcohol, I was also addicted to black cock after only having one, other than the plastic variety.
I looked at my watch, it was 9:30, getting late. But hopefully not too late.
“Barb, I’ve got to go. It’s getting late. When’s your next night off, we can go to Jerome’s together?”
“I’m off next Sunday and Monday.”
“Oh, not sure if Jerome’s is even open those nights. Plus, my husband will be home on Sunday, not sure about Monday night. Let me check into it and get back to you.”
My thoughts immediately went to, just another reason to go to Jerome’s tonight. I need a big black cock fix and I need to see if they are open those nights.
“I’ll see you Barb, gotta go now.” And off I went, smoking a joint and unbuttoning a few more buttons on my work shirt as I headed toward Jerome’s to satisfy my new addiction. I may even give up my virgin ass tonight. Ted’s text remained on my phone without my reply. He will have to learn that I need satisfied, and since he isn’t capable of it, he will accept my need to be satisfied, over and over again by many big black men and their big black cocks.
