Canoed Blog

“This is a story about our latest adventure. I would refer you to our previous two submissions for more character development. I have placed this submission in the interracial category, however, it is about a very loving wife. Thank you for your comments.”

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Almost a year had past since Beth and I returned from Jamaica. We had talked about our adventure in Runaway Bay several times and the subsequent sex was unbelievable, but we had not attempted to add another person to our relationship.

Eventually we found that the internet was a great way to indulge our fantasies. We found many sites that were devoted to swinging and wife sharing. We loved browsing the ads and reading the profiles. I was the first to suggest that we take it a little further.

I suggested that we place an ad and see what kind of attention we could generate. We decided to join and place an ad on Swappernet. Beth was nervous about being recognized, but as we browsed the ads she realized that it was easy to conceal ones identity.

The act of completing the profile and choosing the photo to use was exciting for us. I don’t think either of us was seriously considering meeting someone through the website, but it was thrilling to play with fire. We chose a photo from our trip to Jamaica. We were standing hand in hand on the beach with hats and sunglasses. Beth was topless. It was a good photo in that our identity was obscured and yet it was quite revealing.

When we finally submitted the completed profile our hearts were racing. It was a Friday night and the kids were gone for the weekend. Once it was up and we could review the profile, Beth wasn’t so sure about the idea, but I convinced her to wait and see what happened. We made love and talked about what kind of response we would get.

Beth was certain that no one would reply. “Who would want a married forty-something year old woman,” she asked. After about an hour we checked back in and found that we had 12 messages. Several were from guys with canned replies, most with pictures of their genitalia. A few were from couples with similar interests.

We chatted back and forth with one couple part of the evening. The husband also enjoyed watching his wife with other men and had some experience. Their profile had photos the wife and several of her acquaintances. Beth was not that impressed with any of the responses. She was impressed with the interest everyone showed in her.

Over the next several weeks, we continued to play on the website. We added a few photos of Beth being careful not to show her face. We found it exciting to take pictures just to post online. We would browse profiles and respond to those who had contacted us. It was very exciting to talk with people who were commenting on your wife’s nude photos and telling you what they wanted to do with her.

It was a heady and erotic time and it added immensely to our great sex life. We had discussed some rules and added to them as we went along. Most importantly we never revealed our identity and we never corresponded with anyone without the others knowledge.

Our first month passed without anyone of interest contacting us. Then it happened. I came home from the office late one Friday and Beth met me at the door. She was flushed and giddy. She told me that she had spent hours chatting with a guy online. She guided me into the bedroom, out of earshot of the kids, and continued her story.

Greg had emailed us and said that he loved our profile. I pulled up his profile and read it carefully. Rather than telling us what he wanted to do, he had taken the time to read our profile and understood our desires. He was 24, single and had posted a normal picture showing his face. Beth loved that.

He and Beth had sent about twenty emails each. He seemed a little shy but definitely knew what he wanted. Beth had been very candid with him and had talked about how much I enjoyed watching her with others. She had briefly mentioned our trip to Jamaica without too many details. He was concerned that I was interested in him too, but Beth reassured him that was not the case.

The chatting had stopped when the kids got home from school, but they agreed to continue the discussion later. As I read the emails, Beth had stood behind me rubbing my shoulders.

“What do you think,” she asked nervously?

“Well we just met. I not really sue yet,” I said smiling.

To be honest, I was surprised with her choice. I was expecting something else altogether. Beth was clearly excited. Greg was 6 feet tall with blonde hair and gray eyes. He was very reserved in his profile especially when he described his likes and dislikes.

“What do you like about him,” I asked?

“Well I really don’t want to meet him Steve, he’s just fun to talk to. He was a lot more interesting than the others that emailed us. He didn’t even have a picture of his penis on the profile. I like that in a guy,” she said with a wink.

“When are we supposed to get back to him,” I asked.

“I told him that we would be online tonight or tomorrow night,” she said in a business like matter.

After the children were asleep, we sat down at the computer and noticed that Greg was online. Beth emailed him and we spent the better part of the night getting to know each other. He sent a few more pictures of himself including a few of him in the nude. One showed him with a young lady giving him a blowjob.

Beth enjoyed chatting with him. I was concerned that he was too young…more than 15 years younger than Beth. He was the least aggressive and most civil of those we had ‘met’ online. He was very complimentary to Beth and her appearance. Beth was smitten, but wasn’t ready to consider a meeting.

We continued to talk with Greg and browse the profiles as well as answer our mail. We received a message from Anthony. It was a short and general greeting saying that he liked our profile and would like to know more about us. His profile was interesting. He was a 38 year old man who lived about 100 miles away. He posted a G-rated photo that showed a handsome smiling black man. He listed his likes, dislikes and fantasies.

I emailed him back and we chatted awhile. I showed the profile to Beth later that evening. She smiled as she read his profile and emails. We exchanged a few more messages that evening and in the next few days.

Anthony was more persistent than Greg in wanting to proceed with a meeting. He never failed to mention Beth’s photos and express his desire for her. We shared our “private gallery” with Anthony. It had several more photos of Beth and a few more of us. He was constantly asking for more. I was comfortable in chatting with him, but Beth seemed uncomfortable with his aggressiveness.

We enjoyed talking about Anthony in bed. She would bring him up during sex as she knew how excited it made me. I noticed that it drove her over the edge too.

It had been a little over a year since our vacation to Jamaica and the conversations with Anthony soon had us talking about a meeting. Beth was reluctant to proceed, but I encouraged her to consider meeting someone just for the erotic impact it had on our love life. She became an animal after our internet sessions.

She agreed to consider a meeting, but was interested in meeting Greg. She felt that Anthony was too pushy and forceful. Beth was the one to ask Greg if he would be interested in meeting us sometime. Greg quickly agreed to meet. He lived in St. Louis which was less than a days drive from where we lived, close enough to drive and far enough to be completely anonymous.

We arranged a meeting in two weeks. I expected Beth to back out as soon as she made the commitment. We had agreed that either one of us could back out at anytime. The next day I was surprised to learn that she had been busy making arrangements. Her parents would watch the kids while she accompanied me to a conference in St. Louis. She had made reservations at the Adam’s Mark Hotel and she had called my office and canceled my appointments for the Friday we were due to leave. She certainly was convincing so far.

She and Greg had exchanged emails and we to meet at a lounge called AJ’s in the Adam’s Mark at 8pm on Friday night. After she shared all the details with me, she gave me a wet kiss and asked me how I felt about the trip. I moaned as she found and stroked my erect penis. “I think I have your answer,” she said in a sultry voice.

Beth had been reluctant to bring others into our life. She had done so at my urging the year before while on vacation in Jamaica. We both enjoyed the excitement and have enjoyed the afterglow from those events ever since. We were both concerned that our actions would weaken our marriage, but it seems to have done nothing of the sort and it has added a tremendous intensity to our relationship.

She was also confused when she realized that I was only interested in sharing her with others and not in seeking others to have sex with me. I had not understood my desire to watch my wife with other men and I still don’t. I was reassured when I realized how common the fantasy is among men. Beth was amazed when I shared this information with her. There is a tremendous amount of information on the web dealing with this fetish.

My darling Beth has read and researched this subject. She is always using what she has learned to tease and seduce me. During sex, Beth will talk of previous encounters or fantasy men to bring me to the edge of climax and then push me over. She has found what excites me and uses it to our advantage.

Still she is more comfortable in the fantasy world than in the real world when it comes to my little fetish. I thought the packing and preparations were to titillate me. I was surprised when the big day arrived and she awoke early and stopped by the bank for cash before returning home. I was impressed with her arrangements. I then thought that we were going to use this as a springboard to a romantic getaway for the two of us.

I checked our email before we left and noticed a message from Greg saying that he was looking forward to seeing us and confirming the time and place. I began to wonder if this was really going to happen.

It was a long ride to St. Louis. Beth was quiet but appeared nervous. She normally reads on long trips, but she didn’t on this one. We finally arrived and checked into the Adam’s Mark. It was an impressive hotel. We checked out AJ’s before going to our room. It was 5pm and in 3 hours it would be time to play or fold.

We showered. I watched as Beth dressed. She wasn’t interested in intimacy and rebuffed my attempts. She dressed in a short skirt and heels. A sheer low cut top covered a black bra. She wore simple earrings and a bracelet. Her necklace accented her lovely breasts.

We had a nice diner in the hotel and enjoyed a bottle of wine together. Beth’s nervousness eased a little. I looked at my watch and it was 7:30pm. I was certain she would back out anytime.

“Don’t you think we should talk a little before this happens Beth,” I asked?

She looked at me and started to speak rapidly. It was an emotional outpouring. “What are we doing Steve? I am so nervous. I can’t believe I set this meeting up. What if he doesn’t show up? Oh my God, what if he does? I’m not sure what we should do.”

I listened and watched and realized that this was a real meeting and she really set this up. “It will be fine Beth. We have not made any commitments. We are only here to meet a friend. A friend that doesn’t know our names or where we live. We can walk out and forget it ever happened. We will be fine Beth…just relax.”

Beth took another big drink of wine. I ordered another bottle. My wife looked beautiful. She managed a nervous smile. She was looking around as if he might walk into the restaurant.

“Beth I love you,” I said while looking into her eyes. She stopped fidgeting immediately and looked at me.

“Thank you,” she replied.

“I mean it Beth! You have done this for my benefit. I thought this was an elaborate fantasy night that you invented to get me off. But you have really set up a meeting with a guy we met on the internet for the purpose have having sex. I know you have done this for my fantasy and because it excites me. I love you for that.” I was looking into her eyes as I talked.

Beth was watching me intently as I spoke. She was measuring my expressions and looking for reassurance.

“I enjoy it too,” she admitted sheepishly.

I looked at her in disbelief.

“I really do. Our first time in Jamaica was so intense. It was hard to get over the fact that you were watching me have sex with Alan, but I managed. It was intensely exciting and I enjoyed it with you and because of you. Our second time at the club was a little over the top and I am still embarrassed by the way I acted that night. I don’t want to put ourselves in a situation like that again. It was almost out of control.” Beth was settling down and we were finally communicating our feelings. I wished we had talked more on the ride over.

“It is exciting to meet new people and consider them as sexual partners. It’s almost like we are dating again except we have the security of each other. I can’t say that I understand how you feel about letting me have sex with other men, but I respect that it is exciting to you and I will try my best to share this with you. I just worry that your interest in sharing me will pass and you will then resent what I have done.” Beth was serious as she talked and intently studying my reaction.

“Even if I lost my desire to watch you with others Beth, I couldn’t resent what you have done. You have done it because I have asked you to and for my enjoyment. I don’t know any wife so dedicated to her husband that she would go as far as you have for me. My only concern is that we can stop if either of us ever wants to.” Beth nodded as I spoke.

“Are you worried about me being able to stop,” she asked?

“Yes. What if you find someone and you don’t want to stop.” I felt insecure as I admitted this to her.

“I’m glad to hear you say that Steve. I would not let that happen. Where else would I find a husband that lets me play the field?” Beth finally broke into a sexy smile as she talked.

Beth looked at her watch and finished her wine.

“We’re late!” She rose as she spoke.

I looked at my watch and it was 5 minutes after 8pm. We stopped by the toilets and hurried to AJ’s. It was easier to be late as we didn’t have much time to nervously wait. We arrived at the lounge and stood at the door. I opened the door and watched as Beth took a deep breath, gave me a coy look and walked in. We walked past the bar and found a secluded table and sat down.

“I hope you are sure about this Steve,” Beth tilted her head a little as she waited for a response.

“I’ll let you know in an hour or so,” I said smiling.

We were both startled when Greg appeared from nowhere and greeted us.

“Hi! I saw you come in. You look better than you do in your profile.” Greg seemed happy to see us.

“Sorry we are late. Dinner ran over a little,” I said.

“Just got here myself,” he said. “Can I get you a drink?”

We exchanged pleasantries and had several drinks. Gregg was drinking vodka mixes and had a few shots. Beth and I stuck with red wine. I love the effect red wine has on my wife and she was drinking a little more than usual.

The lounge was becoming crowded and noisy. It was difficult to have an intimate conversation. Greg also knew several of the locals. After a couple of hours, he suggested a different bar. Greg left for the restroom and gave us a chance to talk.

“What do you think,” I asked?

Beth grinned broadly and said, “He’s kind of cute don’t you think?” She wasn’t drunk but she had lowered her inhibitions considerably.

“Do you want to go to another bar or go dancing,” I asked? Beth and I both disliked dancing.

“No. I think if we are going to do this we should do it,” she said matter of factly.

“You sure you’re ready and he’s the one,” I asked?

“You’re the one big guy! He’ll do though if that’s what you want.” Beth was giggling as she spoke. “Don’t you like him sweetie?”

“He’s fine Beth. It’s what you want that’s important. I want you to be comfortable with whom you chose.” I was getting a little nervous as we spoke. I didn’t know how I could ask him to the room and I was sure that Beth wouldn’t ask.

“I know what you want. You want that black one to do me don’t you? That’s what you want, isn’t it? You can admit it to me…I’m your wife.”

I smiled at how the wine had affected my wife. “That would have been nice Beth. I can understand your preference though.”

“Maybe some other time sweetie,” she gave me a sultry smile and a wink as she spoke.

Greg returned and sat across from us.

“What do you two think? Dancing or another bar?” He was tapping the table nervously as he spoke.

I was attempting to find the nerve to ask him to our room when Beth spoke up. “We were thinking about taking you home with us Greg. What do you think about that?”

Greg smiled and swallowed nervously. “Yea, that would be fine too I guess.”

We all sat there for a very long moment and looked around the bar. Beth giggled and said, “Bottoms up!”

We stood a headed for the exit. We took the elevator and Beth and I held hands as we arrived at our floor. Greg walked behind us as we walked the long hallway. We passed a group of three couples and they seemed to give us a sly, knowing look. I inserted the card in our door and opened the door. Beth still held my hand. I could sense her nervousness.

We entered the room. Greg took a seat on the love seat and Beth sat beside him. Greg appeared uncomfortable. I sat in the chair, turned on the television and found the music channel. I left to use the restroom and purposely gave them a little extra time. When I returned to the sitting area, Beth was kissing Greg who seemed a little awkward. I think my presence bothered him a little.

Beth noticed his apprehension too and glanced at me. I smiled and nodded at her. She turned toward Greg and placed her hands on his face and kissed him fully. She lifted her leg and placed it over his lap.

“She’s had a little too much to drink Greg. I think we are going to have to deal with her advances,” I said with a smile.

Greg returned her kisses and placed his arm around her neck. Beth was encouraged and continued to kiss him. She would occasionally glance at me and wink or smile. I was loving this. My lovely wife seducing the younger man.

Beth finally stood up and kneeled in front of Greg.

“What have you got in mind Greg,” she purred.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled.

“Let me help you make a decision,” Beth giggled.

She lifted her top over her head and unsnapped her bra. Beth is small and muscular, but she has breasts that are on the larger size. I love the way they lay on her chest and especially the way they look when she leans forward. She leaned into Greg and kissed him. He responded by caressing her chest.

It dawned on me that this was the opposite of what had occurred in Jamaica. Beth was the passive one and Alan was the aggressor. Beth had assumed that role with Greg. I was loving it, but Greg still seemed uncomfortable.

Beth undid his belt and lifted him off the sofa with it. He stood in front of her as she unzipped his pants and lowered them to his ankles. Beth next placed her mouth against the front of his shorts and kissed him over his penis. She grasped the elastic, lowered them to his knees and then stared at his flaccid penis. She helped him step out of his pants and reached for his cock.

“Let’s see if we can’t get you interested.” She was speaking to his penis as she firmly stroked and kneaded it. She stood and faced Greg. Her breasts were touching his chest and her hand was stroking his cock. She kissed him and placed her free arm around his neck. She kissed his neck and ear. I saw her whisper something in his ear. Greg nodded and sat down on the sofa.

She said , “Yes, Daddy.” Bounced right up, put on her clothes and was almost out the door, when he said “Hey!”.

She turned.

He winked, and became himself again. “See you Friday.”

She smiled, and left.

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(hers)

She almost couldn’t believe it. She crossed the threshold of the door to her house, and was still high on memories of last night and visions of the weekend when her mother interrupted her reverie.

“Where have you been?”

“I’m sorry, my phone died, otherwise I would have called. Alkie had some folks over and I crashed there.”

“Were you drunk?”

“No, Mother, I was high as hell and full of black cock… “”No, Mom, I was just tired and Justin and Alkie had a fight and it’s all just too much for me to deal with, so have a good day at work and I’ll talk to you tonight, OK?”

Her mother looked at her, and appeared to let something go inside herself, smiled and said, “OK, honey, I trust you. Dinner tonight?”

“Sure. I gotta go in at eleven, but yeah.”

“OK. See ya.” Her mother started her car, and pulled out of the garage.

She pressed the garage door closer, and descended the stairs to her basement lair. She was naked by the time she got to the bed, and collapsed underneath the blankets, the cats pawing at her to play, finally giving up and snuggling in, lazy bastards.

Try as she might, she couldn’t get the thoughts of his black penis and his firm hands out of her mind. Despite being fucked for the better part of three hours, she thought that one final orgasm might put her out. So, with the vision of his smooth black cock highlighted against her pink pussy, her fingers slipped down between her legs and began to stroke the slightly sore lips of her pussy. The cats seemed not to notice. “Good,” she thought. “Cute little fuckers would try and join in.” Her fingers became busier as she thought of how he made her call him daddy. His huge hands all over her, his huge cock buried inside her. She couldn’t believe her luck. She had known him years ago, thought him cute, but never thought it would ever happen. Now, she thought as her ministrations peaked, and the bedclothes became damp beneath her, he was mine. For how long, she didn’t care. Friday would be enough.

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Friday

(hers)

She awoke with a start, the buzzing in the pit of her stomach working better than any alarm clock. Her alarm was set so she would wake up with the gentle sounds of that jazzy club music he gave her. She could hear her mother bustling around upstairs. She was happy that her mom had chosen this week to drive out east to visit her sister and her kids. She would be leaving soon, and then she could get to work, getting the things he had asked for.

There was a knock at the door. “Yes?”

The door opened. “I’m leaving now. There’s a casserole for tonight, some frozen stuff for lunch, and I left a couple of pizzas in the freezer if Alkie comes over. No more than four people are in this house while I’m gone, OK? C’mon, give mom a hug.”

She bounded out of bed, and gave her mother a real hug, and said “Mom, have a safe trip, and I’ll miss you. Tell Aunt Sarah I said Hi.”

“OK, hon, I’ll see you next week, I love you.” With a kiss on the cheek, she was gone.

She stood and stretched, padded into the bathroom. After splashing some water on her face, she stepped into the shower and turned it on. She had been thinking about this day off and on for the last week, but it wasn’t until her mother left that she let herself change into an incorrigible slut, a goddamn nympho. All she wanted was the cock, and she damn well would get it , no matter what she had to do. The thought of his black, curved cock flashed across his mind and she instinctively pushed a soapy hand down to her clit and began to rub herself. The thought of her kneeling at her black cock master’s side was going to be her undoing. As she relived the passion of a week ago, both of her hands went to work on her pussy, the slick surface becoming even slicker. She grabbed her right nipple and squeezed as she plunged two fingers into her snatch. Her orgasm had her throwing the water off in sheets. With the tremors still subsiding , she turned the water on warmer, and washed vigorously, shaving her legs and pussy and washing her hair. She liked her pussy shaved. She liked the way it felt against her underwear when she wore it, and didn’t want any hair to be in the way when she got someone to give her head. After exiting the shower, she moisturized her whole body, paying special attention to trimming her nails. After one last check for some non-existent pussy funk, she laid out the underwear he had requested. He had left the color up to her, but he said a thong, so she laid out three of them, looked at them for awhile, and decided that the best one was in fact the one she had paid the least money for. She put it and a bra where the cats couldn’t get to them, and a thought struck her. She figured out a way to show her black man that she was indeed a white bitch who deserved black cock. She yanked on some cotton panties and a bra (She hated them. Being blessed with small breasts made wearing bras uncomfortable, and occasionally irrelevant, but when going out to shop, she didn’t want to draw any attention) and made a list in unusually small handwriting:

1. Call L.A. to score some weed

2. Go to the gas station

3. Go to Wal-Mart, Target, see if I can find a cooler thong

4. Buy a cheap t-shirt and a sharpie…

She thought that was it, but remembered that she wanted to buy the blunts and get them home before buying the weed. Security was a bitch sometimes. She looked at the clock. Ten a.m. was late enough to call L.A. , her preferred weed man. L.A. was a bartender downtown, and didn’t work Thursday nights. She picked up her phone and dialed. Ring…..ring….ring….

“Hello?”

“Hey, what’s up Angel-Man?”

“Hey, girl. What the haps?”

“Nada mucho. I got a hot date, though. I was wondering if you could put something together for me.”

She heard him cough, then heard a slurping sound. Coffee. “My friend Julian was gonna come over at around noon, and bring some friends with him. Will you be free at around one?”

“Sure will, do you need some lunch?”

“That would be great, honey. Just get me one of those grilled cubans form the cafe.”

“See you at one.”

She hated running things so tightly. Hopefully there would be no problem with the weed delivery. She hated waiting around, and you know how stoners are sometimes. ‘I’ll be there at noon’ turns into four o’clock before you know it. Oh well, got to get on it….

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She dropped off the cigars and the forty-ounce beer at home, and then swung out to the shopping area by the highway. At Target, she spent nearly thirty minutes making herself wet imagining herself bent over a table in quite a few of the thongs they had. In the end, she picked out a delightful green one that plumped her cheeks nicely, and headed to the checkout, grabbing a package of cheap t-shirts and a marker on the way out.

Glancing at the car clock, she saw that it was only 11:45, which gave her enough time. Popped by the cafe to pick up L.A.’s sandwich, then she went home, narrowly avoiding being hit by an old lady in a damned Escalade. She popped inside the house, pulled her shirt off, and put on one of the cheap, skin-tight t-shirts. It fit. She took it off, and ripped the bottom off, just below her breasts. With the permanent marker she wrote in big block letters :

*BLACK COCK SLUT*

On the back she wrote:

*Black COCK*

*ONLY*

**

**

* *She held the shirt up, admired her handiwork, and glanced at the clock again. 12:40. Time to get to L.A’s crib.

She packed the beer and Phillies in a bag, put on her thong, and packed the shirt in her day bag. She placed these items in her car and walked the two blocks to L.A.’s place, carrying the sandwich. She felt fortunate to have her dealer so close to the house. She hated driving with large amounts of weed in her car. Promptly at One o’clock, she knocked on the door.

“Yo, it’s open.”

She entered into L.A.’s pad, passing the oversized aquarium with its multiple varieties of fish, and giving a pat to Coxsonne , the dog. L.A. was in his usual position, flopped on the couch, XBox controller in hand, playing some sort of sports game with a large black man with dreads in the chair next to him. Copies of High Times magazine shared space on the coffee table with a nice glass bong , a pack of rolling papers, and a big baggie of bright green buds. L.A.’s long legs swung off of the couch to make room for her. “Hey. M’man, this is the girl I was tellin’ you about. This is Davion. He’s from Jamaica. He grew this shit from some seeds he brought from the island.”

Davion smiled and said “Pleased to meet you.” without even a trace of the accent she had been expecting. He caught the look on her face and said , “I was born in Kingston, but I live here. I’m a citizen and everything. You like to smoke weed?”

She said “Sure. I can’t get loaded, though. I got somewhere I’ve got to be.”

Davion sighed, and smiled. “Don’t we all. You look like a lot of fun though.”

Jesus, did she forget she had the shirt on? She looked down, seeing her familiar ” Vanilla is for Ice Cream” t-shirt, and breathed a sigh of relief. She felt like she was wearing a sign “Black Cock Accepted Here”

L.A. grabbed a scale and a baggie, zeroed the scale, and said ,”How much do you need to make this hot date you got?”

“Gimme a half, but can I get it in quarters?”

“Sure thing, hon. Wait one second.” She watched Davion score a touchdown on the video game. He turned to her and said “You’ve never smoked weed like this before. Make sure you tell me how it was. I’m curious.” He swiveled his massive chest back towards the TV screen as L.A. stood, handed her two baggies and said “That’ll be one-eighty, missy.”

She handed him two hundreds, he manufactured a twenty, and the transaction was over. L.A. said “I need to kick homeboy’s ass on this game. Enjoy that shit, and you know where to find me when you need more. Oh shit, here.” he handed here a small brass smoking device. It was loaded. “Smoke this , though. It’ll put some boom-boom in your bang-bang.”

She struck the lighter, and inhaled. The familiar light, breezy feeling came over her, as she tapped it out into the ashtray and thanked him. Davion waved, and she left. Back over two blocks, and into her car, started it up, and drove towards his place.

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Friday

(his)

He was at the Laundromat insanely early to beat the crowds. He needed a few things before she came by this afternoon, the most of which was that the clothes he wanted to wear were dirty, and he wanted them clean. Also he did not want to have someone peeking over his shoulder at the skintight shirt he was washing, or his underwear or anything. So, here he was at the Laundromat at nine in the morning. After his final dry cycle, he packed his clothes in his car, and went back home. Once there he cleaned the place, and hopped in the shower, washing himself thoroughly and using the clippers on his head and unruly pubic hair. After shaving his head and face, he dressed thusly: a male g-string that he felt silly buying but nonetheless felt comfortable and showed off his bulge, black jeans with a thick black leather belt, the skintight lycra shirt, and a black bandanna tied around his head. He went barefoot. He hated his feet, thought they were long and unappealing , but hopefully she would be thinking so much about his cock that she wouldn’t notice. It was only Noon, she wouldn’t be here for a while, so he decided to watch one of the porn movies that he owned. The one with the foreign girl, the hottie with the dark hair, who fucks this black guy so hard…

He popped in the DVD , cued it up to the scene. There she was, gold lingerie that would look stupid on anyone but Ms. Fuck Toy, and eyes that frickin’ ” smoldered”. Fuckin’ heart-shaped ass, and full lips just made for sucking cock. She parades down a well-appointed hallway, putting an extra sway in her hips, then bends over on a stairway, puts a hand on her ass, and pushes it out for all to see. He couldn’t take it anymore, and unbuckled his thick leather belt. He thought if he got off now, he would have that much more control when she arrived. After squirting some lube on his hand and fetching a towel, he fast forwarded to the first fuck position, the French chick bent over and grabbing a railing to brace herself against the big sculpted black guy’s repeated full thrusts of his ten-incher. With every thrust his cock came out of her pussy gleaming in the light, and her wailing got louder. They moved into the bedroom, and he put his cock in the French girl’s ass. Anal sex was never Daddy’s strong suit, it never seemed like it would be much fun, and dominant as he was, he couldn’t ever imagine shoving his thick cock in some poor girl’s anus. Watching these two go at it, however, was pretty stimulating. He fucked her ass like it was her pussy, making her scream louder and louder, saying things like “Fuck my ass…fuck it harder…” in that accent that drove him to stroke his cock faster. He was hard as a rail, but decided to hold off for the orgy scene, the last on the disc. It had three blonde chicks in it, all of them whoring for black cock. He loved it. They reminded him of his little black cock slut who would be here in-he glanced at his watch- forty minutes. Especially the one that makes the guy come in her mouth. He fast-forwarded to the orgy scene. There she was , sucking on that huge black cock like her life depended on it. “Maybe it does”, he fantasized. “Maybe if she doesn’t make him come he’ll make her walk the street to pay for it. Maybe he’ll spank her lily white ass” “if she can’t get him off. Maybe he’ll tie her up and make him lick his ass while he strokes his cock.” On screen, the blonde German girl stroked and sucked , spitting a wad of cum as the black cock in her mouth spewed more of the same. His cock became harder than hard and he shot a long stream of cum all the way up his chest . He swabbed off with the towel, and rearranged his clothing. Glancing at the television screen, he thought about turning off the porn, but thought evilly,” This is what she’s going to get. She might as well get used to it.” He started the DVD over from the beginning, and just as he was lighting a cigarette, there was a knock on the door.

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Friday

He opened the door and glanced contemptuously at her irrepressibly cute face, blonde hair and her yellow ” Vanilla is for Ice Cream” t-shirt. “Get the fuck in here.”

She stepped in and put down the bags she had in her hands, and looked at him again, with that unexplainable soft look, the one that said” I’m yours”. He said, “Hang on a second. I want you to understand a few things. Sit down.” She sat on the chair , facing him. “Do you want something to drink?”

She said “Actually I do. I know this is a long shot, but do you have any cider?”

He opened the refrigerator and peeked around. ” I think I actually have some…here!” he said grabbing a Woodchuck. “I try to keep some around in the summertime.” He popped the top and handed it to her. After pouring a glass of water for himself , he sat down next to her.

“Look, I just want you to know that anything that I do stays here in this room. This is not something I’m going to share with my guy friends or anything like that. I’m not going to hurt you, although I might make you think I am. I am going to call you all kinds of names.”

She said “You’ve already done that. Believe me, I understand the position you are in. This is not something I am doing to hang over your head. I anticipate enjoying this as much as I’ve enjoyed anything like this. And there is something different about you. It’s like, I know you are saying these awful things, and I’m scared, but there’s also this eerie calm that’s there, and it…I don’t know, it’s weird, but don’t worry, I can handle it.”

He smiled and downed his water. “Finish your drink. I’ll be right back.” He went into the other room briefly, and returned. She was pouring the last drops of cider down her throat. He said “Get on your knees, please.” She obeyed, her head level with his cock.

“You will do anything you black cock master says. You will run and fetch, you will get yourself off with a toy, watch porn , and suck this big black cock. You will fuck on command. You will submit to punishment by me, which will include spanking, and maybe tying up your little white ass so I can have my way. You will continue to do so until I am satisfied that you have learned your place as a black cock slut.

If, at any time, you feel it is too much, or that something hurts too much to continue, all you need to remember is ‘Umi’. Like the song ,”My Umi say shine the light on the world.” Say it.”

“Umi.” she said, giving it a sexy spin he hadn’t thought of.

“Are you ready to be my black cock slut? Are you ready to worship the cock of this black man, this original man? Sucking on me is sucking the veritable root of civilization. It’s powerful. Not every one is made for it. Are you ready for this cock, slut?”

“Yes, Daddy.” she said, her head down in supplication.

“Lift up your head and say it right.”

She raised her head, and the glint in her eye was strong. He could tell she was more than up to this, and that she could probably handle all he could throw at her, and ask for seconds. She said in a very steady voice , “Yes ,Daddy. I am ready to be ravaged by your black cock, and to pay for the transgressions that I have committed as a white pussy bitch. I will bend to your rod, your will, and your hand because all I want is black cock, and I know that you are the only one who can give it to me. May I stand, Daddy? I want to show you something.”

“Sure ,slut. ”

She rose delicately, and unzipped her bag. She pulled out the t-shirt she had customized that morning. She saw a grin spread across his face as he read the front and the back, and he was soon laughing so hard that he said,” Wait a minute, time out, that shit is awesome. Did you do this?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She sounded pleased.

“Well, white bitch, you had better put it on, then. I’ma go in the other room. Bring that weed, and those blunts and roll me one.” He left, and she kicked off her jeans and t-shirt. She decided to go bra less under her slut shirt, and pulled up the new thong. Grabbing the paper bag, she went through the door into the living area, where he was seated on the couch watching a movie with a blonde woman eagerly deep throating a huge black cock.

“Kneel down next to me and use the coffee table ‘ho. I want to pinch your fuckin’ nipples while you fuckin’ do that.” He turned the sound off, and cranked up the stereo. The music was slow sexy, and understated, and it made her pussy itch with longing for what was about to come next. She stripped a cigar and began to fill it with weed, licking her sticky, crystal flecked fingers, wishing it was his cock instead.

“Quit daydreaming about this cock.” He said as if he could read her mind. “Gimme my blunt, white cunt. Made to sit on a black man’s cock.” He swatted her ass to get her going, and she dropped the blunt on the table, weed going everywhere. “See, look at you. Crawl around, pick up every grain of weed you see. I want to see that ass up in the air, too. Show it to me, bitch.” She crawled , sticking her ass high so he could see it, knowing it made him hard. She started to get wet. “I can’t push it any higher, Daddy.”

“Bitch!” He sprang off of the couch, and delivered a stinging blow to her buttocks that made her spasm. “I don’t care if you can’t, white cunt, I don’t want to hear your mouth. The only time you open your mouth is when I ask you something, or when I want to put my cock in your mouth.” He smacked her again harder on the ass, which was already beginning to redden. “Now roll me that blunt, cocksucker.”

“Yes ,Daddy.” She said, and began to fill the cigar with weed again, rolling it expertly, and licking it all over. The fact that it was brown kicked her over to his cock again. She presented it to him. “Here’s your smoke, Daddy.”

“That’s a good little bitch. Light it for me, but don’t inhale. That’s my weed now bitch. You gotta earn a puff of that shit.” He took the cigar, and shoved it into the corner of his mouth. He used a remote control to turn the music up. “You were going to suck my cock to prove that you deserved it inside you, but now I think you need to dance for this weed. You need to show me your ass, and your tits and make it look sexy for Daddy. I want some entertainment while I get high. If you dance good, you get this cock in your mouth.” He let the beat take over and sneered, “Dance ,I said!”

She was an inexpert dancer, but didn’t let it bother her as she gyrated to the computer beat of the music, her hips shaking, cupping her tits at him, and licking her lips. She spun, and bending over, began to back her ass up .

“Bring it here,” he urged “Put your ass on my face, bitch. I want to smell that white pussy, make sure it’s clean. How many black cocks did you suck today, cunt?”

With his nose nestled between her cheeks, she decided to play. “Seven cocks, Daddy. Only one was black. He was from Jamaica, and he had a huge coc-”

He silenced her with a one-two on either cheek of her ass. “Fuck that nigga. He ain’t fuckin’ it right . Not like me. And fuck those wimpy two inch white cocks. Shit they ain’t even cocks. Them’s tiny little peenies that they need their mommas to wipe for them after they take a pee. They don’t even come up to the level with this man’s cock. Take off that thong and spread your pussy. I want to see it.”

“Yes, Daddy” She sat down on the coffee table and pulled off her panties, revealing her brazen, shaven slit, slightly shiny with her juices.

“Play with yourself, bitch. Get ready to serve me.” He exhaled a long thin stream of smoke, his eyes reddening. She rubbed and slapped at her pussy, pulled the lips apart so he could see in side. “Do you like it, Daddy? I want your black cock so much. I want it filling up my insides. I want you to fuck me so hard that I see stars.”

He stood and said “Turn over.” When her ass was showing he timed his slaps and his words to the beat of the music. ” Shut. The. Fuck. Up. I warned you about talking, didn’t I?” He roached the blunt, and she said “No, I want some, don’t put it out.” and he popped her lightly on the cheek and said, “Now you’ve gone and done it. You made me mad, white bitch. Go get those handcuffs out of that wooden box.” Her eyes widened, and she said “No I don’t want…”

His hand whipped across her face, striking her cheek and grabbing her hair in his fist, said “No, you don’t say no to me bitch. Whatever I want you to do, you do. What are you? What does your shirt say?”

She said ,”I’m a black cock slut, Daddy. All I want is black cock.”

“Then go get them goddamn handcuffs, white slut.”

She opened the box and took out two pair of handcuffs

“Bend over the table, slut.”

She bent over the low table, her hands next to the legs, her ass up in the air. He fastened each one of her hands to the corresponding table leg, and said ” Now we get to find out how much you want this black cock. ” He said. He went to the coat closet and removed a riding crop, the flat rubber head making a whirring sound as he whipped it through the air. The sight of him with the crop created a virtual torrent between her legs , and she began to squirm. He laid the crop on the soft flesh of one buttock, and said “Stop squirming, you fuckin’ cunt. How many cocks did you say you sucked today, bitch?”

“S-seven, Daddy.” she stammered

Just as quickly the pain from her butt began to flood her brain as he gave her the first stoke across her right asscheek. “That’s for the first cock you sucked today. These ,” and he brought the crop up two, three, four, five times more, each time causing her to strain against the cuffs and yelp in pain. “are for the other five wimpy white peenies that you sucked today. That’s why this won’t take long. I figure that since those fuckin’ joke penises are so small, the punishment should be equal, huh?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” she whimpered, red streaks crisscrossing her round ass.

“But for this Jamaican dude, we’ve got to get something straight.” He went over to the entertainment center, and pushed in another videotape. This one showed another small white woman, sucking on an enormous black cock. “Watch this. She makes him come with her mouth, ’cause her pussy ain’t ready for the cock. Watch, bitch! Watch how he chokes that white slut with his cock. Hey! I said watch!” She tried to turn her head away, but He grabbed her hair and said “I’ll make you watch, slut.”

“Please, Daddy, please…no…”

He stood and laid the crop across her ass repeatedly., until she could feel the chemicals in her body changing, her body’s natural painkillers taking over, and lifting her past the pain into a new void , a new consciousness. Through the haze she could barely make out the blonde’s hand stroking the huge black cock into her mouth, his semen spilling over her tongue. She had an orgasm. That happened sometimes when she was spanked. He laid the crop to the side and decided that the first time should define their master/slut relationship. He quickly undid his pants while she was still heaving and thrust his thick cock into her dripping pussy. ” This is what you wanted earlier, when you were sucking those worthless white dicks, isn’t it?

“Yes, Daddy!” she screamed “I wanted your cock…your black cock..”

“Why, slut?” he said, thrusting deeper and grabbing her hair again.

“I’m whore…a slut for the black cock.”

“No!” He smacked her ass with his hand and rammed full force into her pussy making her scream. “Who do you belong to , white pussy?”

“Y-You, Daddy” she said, barely getting the words out. ” I belong to you, Daddy. I always want your cock. I want it in my mouth and in my pussy…I am a whore for your black cock, it’s the only way I can cum…ohmigod..” she said as another deep orgasm rocked her.

She became even more wet, and it was getting harder for him to hang on. He continued fucking her savagely, calling her a good little white slut. All of a sudden his balls seemed to swell, and he pulled out, saying “Lift your face up, bitch, and taste this black man’s cum.” He stepped to the end of the table where her face was, and shot copious amounts of jism all over her face and open mouth. “There, that’s a good little whit slut, you ‘ho, fuckin’ bitch….” His invective trailed off with his orgasm. He grabbed a towel, wiped her face, and undid the handcuffs.

” At this point, if you don’t mind, I would like to take a time out from our roles. Is that OK with you? We should eat and give your ass a rest.” He said tenderly.

She agreed without speaking, her mind whirling.

This is what she had always wanted.

How long could she keep it up?

Hew must have read the look on her face, because he smiled, and said “Don’t worry. We’ve got all day.” He put a hand down to help her up. “Did you go to L.A’s to get weed?”

She heaved a sighing “Yes.” and had to stop her self from saying “Daddy” after it. “You know L.A.?”

“Shit, everyone in town knows L.A. Davion was there, wasn’t he?”

“Yeah, he was. How the hell did you know that?”

He smiled devilishly and said, ” ‘Cause I know all and see all. Also, I kind of figured he was the big Jamaican you were talking about. How many Jamaican guys do you know that are that big?” They laughed.

He relit the blunt, passing it over. “You should smoke.”

She inhaled hungrily. “I’m starting to get hungry.”

He said, with a wry smile, “Well, we can take care of that.”

She exhaled and closed her eyes.

*”Fin”*

“Next:

Friday: the Feast

Friday: Round Two”