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It had been two weeks since Bryan’s adventure and he hadn’t been able to keep his mind off the events of that memorable night. During meetings at work, he would drift off in fantasy to the words that Desire last said. “Know that tonight was child’s play compared to what you will experience again” He had flashbacks. Was it possible that he did the unspeakable things his mind’s eye recalled? Eating black pussy, sucking big, black cocks . . . real and unreal, begging to get fucked and craving humiliation and abuse. At times, he could pretend that it was all a dream, that it hadn’t really happened at all, but the desperation he felt to experience it again, the emptiness he felt inside, the longing to submit to his divine Black queen and do whatever she demanded haunted his every thought and desire. In his mind, it played out like a movie. He could see himself in the action. He could see the way he swallowed Mistress Desire’s Strapon like a slut. He could see Master Derrick’s huge cock as it invaded the deepest part of his bowels and gave him indescribable and forbidden pleasure. He could see his transformation from mild mannered, unassuming white man to submissive white bitchboi slut, with an insatiable need to be used and humiliated by Blacks. His mediocre life almost had reason while he patiently waited for the next email or instant message from Mistress Desire to let him know where his next adventure into dark passion would take him.

One side effect the experience had on him was a boost to his libido. His previously boring and dull sex life with his wife had been resurrected. His love making become nothing less than inspired and she was never more satisfied in their entire eight-year marriage. His mind would fill of images from that night. His erection would become like steel and he would practically fight to keep from blurting out that he was submissive to Blacks to the blonde mother-of-two that lay beneath him. He was inspired by the intense desire to shock his card carrying, Junior League, PTA white bread wife with the revelation that he had eaten the hairy, black cunt of a sexy, Ebony mistress and he loved every second of it. He would pound away at his wife, making her moan for the first time in years, thinking of the look of horror she would have on her face knowing that he had begged like a dirty whore to get fucked savagely by a black stud. He would imagine that Desire would be whispering in his ear that his cock was pathetic and could never satisfy a woman the way Derrick’s massive ebony weapon had satisfied his slutty pussy as he humped up and down on the unsuspecting woman white women that had ceased arousing him years ago. Fantasizing about hearing Desire’s melodic voice in his mind, feeling her sensuous touch, and inspired by the beauty of her smooth chocolate skin, Bryan could resign himself to the life he was sentenced to live and make due with the cards he had been dealt.

Those fantasies came to a crashing halt the second he walked through the door one day after work. The envelope sat plainly on the kitchen table when he arrived home. It was so ornate, so elaborate, it was difficult to miss. He initially assumed it was for his wife but was compelled to inspect it. The hand calligraphy clearly spelled out his name and the expensive bronze envelope with sealing wax looked like it could have been an exclusive invitation to Prince William’s coronation or something. Bryan held the envelope in his hand and panicked. He knew the origin of the envelope even without a return address. It wasn’t postmarked so he had to assume it had been hand delivered. His wife surely put it there so there was no way he could conceal it from her. Perspiration formed under his arms and he began to hyperventilate. He could hear his wife moving about upstairs and he knew from routine that she would be done momentarily to greet him.

“Honey, I’ll be back, I forgot my briefcase at the gym . . . I’ll be . . . be right back,” he yelled up the staircase as he clutched the envelope tightly.

“Wait, tell me what’s in the envelope before you . . . leave,” the last word barely audible over the slam of the carport door. He sat in his car motionless for a second. Maybe he would just drive away and never come back. No, he needed to get revenge on that bitch for trying to destroy his life. She would pay for this and pay dearly. He backed out of the driveway not sure if he would even have the nerve to return home. He had nothing but the clothes on his back.

Why had he been so thoughtless, so stupid? He jeopardized his marriage for a night of lust. At the time, it seemed so imperative to him to fulfill his fantasy. The thoughts of his submission to Black women had been growing for years. Everything about Black women seemed to reek of sensuality. He had long since stopped looking at porn sites with white women. Actually, his fascination began when he stroked his cock looking at videos of white women getting fucked by huge black cocks, usually in the ass, at the numerous black on blonde sites. At first, he just wanted to see if the myth was true. Assured that it was, he became mesmerized with black sexuality. Somehow, some way, he would get confused. Sometimes, he would imagine that the white whore on the screen was his wife. Scared by that thought, he somehow began to imagine himself as the white slut. He would see those white women on the screen, screaming and moaning and begging for more black cock as they were being gangbanged and he would wonder what it felt like to be the object of such intense sexual pleasure. His mind couldn’t handle the confusion he experienced so he went searching the World Wide Web for images of Black women. He found true love.

Black women were his obsession. Their skin, their asses, their pure, unbridled passion seemed to be the epitome of sexuality. At first, any Ebony site would do but he quickly learned that most adult sites with Black women were low quality and showed Black women in the worse possible way. He was only interested in sites that portrayed Black women as the goddesses he knew them to be. AfroerotiK was his absolute favorite; he could look on with awe and inspiration at the gorgeous images of Black sexuality. He then began using various chat rooms and online communities to find Black women with whom he could converse. He was interested in Black women that were at least of his educational level and not just trying to get paid for fucking. He was willing to pay, he felt it was his obligation to lavish a Black woman with gifts but wanted to do it as a tribute, not as an exchange of goods and services. Bottom line, he didn’t want a hooker, he wanted a mistress.

That’s how he found Mistress Desire. She was a member of a yahoo group called love_ebony_women. He sent her an instant message and she returned his message with pleasant conversation. Not only was she his intellectual equal, she was his superior. She was a biologist specializing in stem cell research and most of her job description went over his head. For weeks they had developed a rapport and she had initiated him into a world of dominance and submission from which he could not return. She was masterful in her control of him and he found himself doing things he hadn’t ever contemplated before. She never raised her voice; she never made outrageous and unreasonable demands on him. She would get inside his head, anticipate his every thought and desire, and push him to maniacal heights of arousal. He craved her humiliation most of all. He would get a perverse thrill knowing that she looked down on him with disgust and contempt.

His cell phone rang and it jolted him out of his memories. The caller ID said it was his wife and he let the call go to voicemail. He glanced at the envelope sitting on the front seat. It looked like it had an aura of its own. “What the hell am I so afraid of? What if it’s not even from her? This is crazy. I’m not afraid of her. I’m not going to let her control my life. Whatever is in there I can handle it,” he thought.

He drove out of conditioning to his job. It was still relatively early in the evening so a few people were still lingering about, finishing up projects and waiting for the evening traffic to dissipate before they made their journey to the outer burbs. He moved through the office in a fog, the envelope held firmly in his grasp. He closed the door to his office and loosened his tie. He felt lightheaded. He broke the seal of the envelope and the gilt tissue paper floated gracefully to the floor. He unfolded the envelope to find a hand written note.

“Bryan, I do so hope you have a wonderful evening when we met. I warned you that if you wanted to play again, the stakes would be higher. What say you, Bryan? Interested in seeing how far you will be willing to go to get your pathetic little prick off again Bryan?”

Bryan blinked hard. With all that was at stake, with all that he stood to lose, he found himself getting erect. He could hear the sweet timber of her voice and he knew all to well that she knew how to push his buttons.

He continued to read. “You belong to me completely, Bryan, that means that anything that you have belongs to me as well. I want your wife Bryan. I want to see your wife getting fucked like a slut by Derrick’s beautiful black cock. I want to see the look on her face as you kiss my feet, lick my pussy, as you drink my piss and tell me that you love me and you’ll do anything to please me. I want her to watch in horror as she sees her dutiful husband slobber and drool over Derrick’s black cock and beg to get fucked like a useless faggot. Chez Henri — Friday night — Be there at 8:00, bring your wife, and we’ll be waiting for you.”

Bryan’s mouth was dry. More than that, his cock was hard. He went to lock the door of his office and he fell wearily against the frame as he freed his raging hard cock and stroked it, thinking of the things Desire had described. He pushed his pants to his knees and spread his thighs as much as his khakis would allow. He placed his finger in his mouth and sucked it, imagining a more delectable treat. Sufficiently lubricated, he reached past his balls to his asshole and pushed it in. Ever since Derrick had fucked him in the ass, his asshole had become desperate to be fucked. Sometimes, it itched and throbbed in need of a big, black invader. He shot a load all over the carpet as he fantasized about his wife being a slut for black cock, and how Mistress Desire had manipulated him so completely.

Invigorated, Bryan regained his composure and he began concocting lies and explanations to tell his wife. He checked his voicemail to get a measure of his wife’s demeanor. All seemed well. She was curious but she didn’t seem to suspect anything at all. He felt a tinge of guilt for the betrayal he was displaying but his lust and fantasies, and the fear that if he didn’t comply with Desire’s wishes she might actually do something malicious to him, his marriage or his job kept him focused.

He ran to his computer and used Publisher to create an elaborate looking document that looked like a gift certificate, complete with a fake authorization code and a line for a fake signature. He called Chez Henri for reservations on Friday night and they were booked solid. He asked the maitre d if there were reservations for a Desiree’ Jenkins and he confirmed that she had reservations for two at 8:00. He called the corporate concierge for his firm and promised him a hundred bucks if he could get him reservations at the exclusive, five star restaurant on Friday evening. He got a confirmation after only a minute of being on hold. He held his breath as he dialed the number for his wife.

“You won’t believe this,” he blurted out before giving her a chance to ask any questions,” I entered this drawing at work about a month ago and I won . . . we won a dinner for two at Chez Henri on Friday night. Isn’t that fabulous?”

She started to ask all sorts of questions about the strange demeanor of the man who had delivered the envelope and why he had run out so quickly be he easily distracted her by telling her that she should go to Nordstrom’s and buy something extra sexy and that he even thought that she should take the day off an make an appointment for Spa Moulin on Friday afternoon as well. “Make a day of it baby, I want this to be a special night for both of us. We deserve to let our hair down.”

When he hung up, reality hit him squarely in the chest. What on earth was he thinking? How could he subject himself to such a dangerous plan? As much as he fantasized about having a wife that was a slut for Black cock and submitting himself to the machinations of an Ebony Domme, this was too much. He formed a plan that would simply beat Desire at her own game. He was going to show her that he was no pawn to be played with.

He avoided Rebecca the majority of the day on Friday, opting to get his hair cut, go work out at the gym and go buy some Clinique toiletries so that he would feel his most attractive for his . . . masters, no longer able to say mistress solely. His passion was rising and his slutty nature was coming out. He wanted Desire and Derrick to take him places that he had never even dreamt of going. The fact that his wife might be there to watch didn’t register in his consciousness. For so many years she wasn’t even a part of his sexual fantasies that he was able to disassociate her from his desires. Yeah, he would fantasize occasionally about a white slut wife that would keep him cuckold and submissive to Blacks, but he never thought that it would be the conservative, practically frigid woman that he had only recently begun to enjoy sex with, no thanks to her. In his fantasies it was some other white woman, not the mother of his children.

Rebecca was like a school girl on Friday, giggling and talkative all day long. She was invigorated by the concept of romance in their otherwise loveless marriage. She got a Brazilian wax at the spa, removing every trace of hair on her pussy and leaving her baby smooth. She had decided to go for a sultrier look than usual, empowered by the intense sex she and Bryan had been having as of late. She made an appointment at the hairdresser, had highlights put in her hair and got the full makeover at the cosmetic counter at Mac. Bryan, already aroused at what he knew was potentially going to happen, practically threw her on the bed when he saw the low-cut, clingy red dress that Rebecca wore, the strappy high heels and the knockout woman that stood before him.

“Your table is ready sir,” the host said as they made their way through the labyrinth of tables with Waterford crystal sparkling in the candlelight. Bryan nervously glanced around, practically sick he had allowed his fantasies to control his better judgment yet again. The waiter introduced himself and described specials but he was completely distracted. He saw Desire from across the room, watching their every move, and something deep within him told him that he shouldn’t make the first move. She was torturing him and she loved every second of it. At times, she would laugh and draw attention to herself, highlighting the fact that she and Derrick were the only people of color in the entire place. It was an act of confidence rather than uncouth, proving that she was undaunted by the historical implications that suggested that she didn’t even belong there, let alone command such confidence and ease.

Dinner was seamless, save the raging hard-on Bryan sported all night, and the sorbet course was about to be served. He thought that perhaps that this was to be his only test, to see if he could follow orders. His true desires betrayed him as he felt slightly disappointed that the evening would transpire without the things the Desire had described in her note. The waiter approached and discreetly said, “Ms Jenkins would like it very much if you and your wife would join her and her companion for an aperitif.”

Her back towards the couple all evening, Rebecca turned in her seat to glance towards Desire and Derrick. “Bryan, who is she? Do you know her?” She seemed to immediately get uncomfortable.

Bryan swallowed hard. “Hmmmmmmm, Oh, yes. I think I do. She is the head of the lab at that research facility where my company updated their network interface a few months back . . . I think,” trying to sound unsure of himself and proud that he was capable of thinking on his feet so well.

“I’m not so sure about that, Bryan. Maybe we should decline the offer.” Rebecca seemed nervous and figidity.

“Nonsense, what could it hurt,” Bryan said, as he wondered inwardly why he hadn’t taken the opportunity to take his wife up on her offer? Adrenaline was pumping in his veins.

Desire stood to greet him with an air of familiarity. She leaned in close and tilted her head back for Bryan to kiss her neck. Bryan laid a tentative and juvenile kiss on her neck and Rebecca turned a deeper shade of red as she witnessed the act of intimacy right before her eyes.

Derrick stood to greet her. “Rebecca, you look particularly lovely this evening.” He kissed her on the mouth and ran his dark hands down her back and rested them on her ass. This time, it was Bryan’s turn to show his displeasure. It was a kiss of lovers.

Desire interrupted the embrace and introduced herself. “We’ve not met, I’m Desiree’ Jenkins. You must be Rebecca. Derrick has told me so much about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the woman behind all those steamy stories.” With that, she leaned in close and gave Rebecca a sensuous kiss that was more appropriate for a porn movie than a high-class establishment like Chez Henri.

“What the fuck is . . .,” Bryan blurted out, drawing more attention that the silent kiss had done.

“Bryan, sit! And for God’s sake don’t make such a scene.” Desires’ words caused more arousal than calm; the irony of her comments was not lost on the interracial foursome. He was hypnotized by her command and presence.

They all sat as Rebecca and Bryan were shame faced and solemn. Desire broke the ice. “Shall we drop the pretenses everyone? Bryan, while you’ve been my cyber slut online for all these weeks, your wife has been entertaining a virtual lover as well.”

Rebecca looked nauseous as Desire continued with her tale. “You see, Becky here doesn’t know the identity of her cyber lover, she’s only seen him from the waist down on web cam. But she does know Derrick here. They met when he was kind enough to hand deliver the note I sent you earlier this week. Derrick and your cyber lover are one and the same, Becky. I’m afraid we played a bit of a trick on you sweetie by not revealing Derrick’s identity to you when you met the other day but you didn’t seem to care. You were so hot for Black cock that you were practically throwing yourself at him.” Desire continued with her story causing Bryan rage and outrage at the betrayal from both women. “I guess her lust for black men had been fueled by her cyber lover so much that when Derrick showed up at the door, she invited him in, offered him some Iced Red tea and was practically drooling all over him. The kids were in the back yard playing the whole time if I heard the story correctly. Bent right over the kitchen sink and took all 10 inches without missing a beat.”

Bryan’s heart sank. He knew the story was true. His wife had been on this whole “antioxidant kick” recently and was addicted to a new kind of South African red rooibos tea. Rebecca grabbed her purse and Bryan’s arm and stood to leave.

“Sit down bitch!” Desire’s words sounded so sweet and sexy they effectively controlled the blonde housewife with ease. Bryan’s face was burning with anger. Damn his cock for being hard at a time like this. He grabbed Rebecca’s arm forcefully enough to leave marks. “Is what she’s saying true?”

Rebecca pried his fingers from her arm. With tears in her eyes, she choked out, “I guess it is, apparently you know her very well. I wasn’t the only one cheating online.”

At one point, Jay and Dianne grabbed a shrieking, giggling Hilary and dumped her in the pool. They jumped in to join her and swam around with her, splashing water at each other and giggling. Soon, the two women ganged up on Jay. He grabbed them one after the other dunked them. Finally, all three climbed out. Hilary’s bikini might as well not have existed. Her shaved cunt was peeking lewdly thorough her tight, transparent gusset.

“Damn girl, that bikini is hot!” Dianne exclaimed, resting her palm on Hilary’s ass.

“What bikini!” Jay laughed.

“Don’t listen to the pervert. Make yourself useful and roll a joint whilst me and Hilary here greet each other properly,” Dianne said and sat down on a deckchair, pulling Hilary onto her lap.

Hilary was feeling all woozy, from the alcohol, the weed and the wild excitement that was gripping her. She slid into Dianne’s lap and felt the black girl’s fingers flutter all over her skin, like soft, tantalizing, butterfly wings. Dianne cupped a breast and and an ass cheek, as she kissed the back of Hilary’s neck.

Hilary turned to face her and Dianne’s thick lips engulfed hers. Memories of their hot kisses from the previous night came alive. Then Dianne’s tongue invaded her mouth as the black girl stroked her cheeks. Hilary kissed her back hungrily, grinding her cunt into the black girl#s belly. Hilary was so excited that her pussy was dripping like a river.

As they kissed, she felt Dianne’s hand slide between her thighs and cup her pussy. Suddenly, Hilary baulked. She wanted it more than anything else, but she couldn’t do it. She grabbed Dianne’s hand and said, “No! Please stop it Dianne. I cant!”

Dianne snorted and dropped her on her back on the deckchair, sliding on top of her. She grabbed Hilary by the throat.

“Fuck that Hilary. You know you want me and my man, you horny white bitch! And we want you too. Ain’t nothing going on here but fucking. Now act your age bitch!” Dianne told her, as she forced her body between Hilary’s thighs.

“Stop it Dianne, please. Jay!!!….” Hilary begged frantically. “My husband…”

“Fuck that cracker bitch! We are serving lunch and black meat is on the menu…” Dianne told her, pressing her down firmly.

She felt the black woman’s palm close over her pussy, cupping her womanhood through her soaked panties. Dianne rubbed the ball of her hand so tantalizingly over her sensitized, dripping pussy. Dianne saw Jay’s big, dark hands ease the bra cups off her tits and engulf them. He rolled her pink nipples between his dark thumbs and fingers and pulled on them. Hilary shuddered mightily and moaned.

“Here baby, eat a white milk shaker.” Jay offered Dianne a thick, pink nipple to feed on. Hilary’s eyes were wide open as she gazed at Dianne descend on her tit. The thick, soft lips engulfed her nipple into hot wetness. Dianne snaked her pink tongue around the rock hard, excited nipple and Hilary felt sharp, tantalizing sensations. Then Jay’s face joined his girlfriends and the two blacks feasted on her tits. Dianne’s long, strong fingers slid in under her gusset and she stroked her wet cunt, making her hips jerk violently. Then the young black girl penetrated her white pussy. Hilary nearly leaped off the deck chair as if she had just received a sharp, electrical bolt to her loins. But the two held her down and feasted on her breasts.

Hilary gazed mesmerized at their dark mouths that were devouring her. As Dianne’s fingers screwed their way deeper into her cunt, Hilary found herself spreading her thighs and pushing her hips up. Dianne pulled her digits out and held them up. They were wet, shining with the white wife’s juices.

“Damn! The bitch is so wet!” Dianne licked her fingers and moaned with relish. “Mmmmm! She taste good too.”

“Damn! Get more of them white pussy juices and lemme have a taste…” Jay said.

Dianne obliged. Hilary groaned as she was finger fucked a couple of times, then Dianne fed her boyfriend her pussy juice coated fingers. Jay licked the fingers clean.

“Shit! Lemme go straight to the source Nigga! I’m about to eat that white pussy!”

“Yeah, eat her out. You want that, don’t you Hilary. Want my girlfriend to bury her pretty black face between them pale thighs, huh!”

“No! I don’t!” Hilary gasped and they both laughed at her blatant lie. Jay grabbed her thighs and raised them, forcing them apart as Dianne kissed her way down Hilary’s body. Dianne pulled her thongs off and gazed at Hilary’s shaved cunt. Her pink lips were engorged and puffed up with arousal and she was so wet she was leaking onto the deck chair.

“Fuck, look how horny this bitch is. Mmmmm. I gotta taste this!”

Dianne slapped Hilary’s pussy loudly. She repeated it, making her yelp several times. Then the pretty black face descended down on her cunt. Jay grabbed Hilary and raised her head so she had a splendid view of Dianne dipping down to her pussy.

The black girl winked up at Hilary and then her long, gleaming tongue was tracing the white woman’s soaked gash. She felt it flutter gently, lightly all along her sensitive crease, making her hips twitch. She felt the hot breath on her genitals. Then Dianne opened her mouth and took the whole cunt in, engulfing Hilary in a hot, soft wetness. She moaned deeply around Hilary, and then her tongue was lapping up her juices hungrily.

Hilary’s hips were hit by violently spasms as Dianne ate her greedily, moaning and groaning and slurping away loudly as she drilled her tongue deeper and deeper into the leaking pussy. . Dianne ate her out with such a voracious appetite that Hilary simply went mad.

“Ah yessss! Yesss!!!!” Hilary found herself moaning as her hips pumped of their own accord.

“you like that huh! You horny white wife…” Jay laughed and dipped his face to Hilary. He devoured her mouth ad invaded it with his tongue. She drowned in the sweet kiss of his thick, black lips. She slid her arms around his neck, pulling him tightly to her as she kissed him back whilst Dianne fed herself on her cunt.

Dianne buried three digits into her pussy and finger fucked her ferociously as she started sucking on her thick, engorged clit. The white woman went wild and her hips started bucking. She ground her clit against Dianne’s tongue as the black girl sent her into a prolonged orgasm.

Jay knelt over Hilary and dropped his large cock onto her forehead. It felt so hot against her skin and so heavy. Hilary shuddered and automatically reached for it and wrapped her palm around it. She pulled her head back and gazed at the black cock in her palm in fascination. She couldn’t believe she was at her pool, palming a big, black dick whilst a black woman ate her pussy.

“Oh fuck! This is crazy!” Hilary gasped and pulled the cock to her mouth. She pulled the foreskin back and the thick, shiny bulbous head filled her vision. The pungent smell of his maleness invaded her nostrils, hitting her like a kick ass potent drug. Her sense reeled and her mouth watered.

“Ohhhhhhh!” Hilary cooed. Jay rubbed his spongy cock head against her cheeks and all over her face. Hilary shivered and moaned softly. Hilary stuck her tongue out and started licking the big, black cock that was all in her face. She sucked on the dark stem, feeling it throb against her lips.

“Damn! That’s good Hil,” Jay groaned, loving the greed and hunger with which Hilary was going down on him. “Open up your mouth baby and take this big Nigga dick in your mouth!”

“Oh yes! Stuff that big nigger dick in my mouth!” Hilary moaned and pulled the head to her mouth and engulfed it greedily. She pushed her head at him, taking in as much of his pole as she could. As her mouth stretched to accommodate his girth, it suddenly hit Hilary that she had a mouth full of black dick, and she loved it.

All it took was one more flick of Dianne’s tongue and she was cumming again. She moaned out around Jay’s dick as her hips bucked violently. Her orgasm was violent. It was like a rapture that threatened to blow her brains out.

But Jay and Dianne did not give the white wife any kind of slack. Jay grabbed two handfuls of her long, dark hair and started fucking her mouth. He was in no rush, he fucked her nice and slow, letting her feel every single inch sliding in and out of her mouth. Dianne had four fingers

“Oh yes! That’s it Jay. Fuck that pretty white face with that big black cock. Feed the white ho black cock straight like that!”

Dianne was now kneeling, with four fingers buried up Hilary’s pussy and her thumb hooked over the clit. She finger fucked the white wife hard and fast as she tweaked on her nipples, whilst she encouraged her boyfriend to stuff the pretty, wide pink lips full of black cock.

Hilary felt incensed. She clamped her lips tightly around Jay’s dick and damn near sucked the skin off his dick. She was so hungry for his throbbing black meat. She wanted to ingest his essence. Jay was glad to feed her carnal hunger. He fucked her mouth, his thrusts getting harder and deeper. He pushed his cock past the back of her throat and Hilary gurgled and sputtered suddenly. Jay and Dianne laughed.

“Fuck Jay, I said fuck the bitch, not fucking kill her.” Dianne laughed, slapping Jay’s rearing cock as Hilary blushed, gasping and stroking her sore throat. “Lemme teach you how to deep throat a big, black cock, you lil white slut!” Dianne kept her hand up Hilary’s cunt as she pulled Jay by the cock to her face.

Hilary raised herself up on her elbows watching the black girl go down on her man whilst frigging her at the same time. The white wife rolled her hips as she gazed intently.

Dianne was well acquainted with Jay’s cock, obviously. She engulfed him in her mouth, and held Hilary’s eyes as she started bobbing her head. The thick lips rode up and down the black stem, making more and more of it disappear. Jay grabbed the back of Dianne’s head and pulled her to his hips as he sank his pole into her mouth.

When he reached the back of her throat, Dianne swallowed, and then she deep throated him. Then she pushed him inside and started fucking him with her constricting throat. She grabbed Jay’s balls, squeezed and rolled them as she pulled him deeper and deeper inside.

Hilary couldn’t believe it as Dianne’s lips reached jay’s shaved crotch. The whole damn dick was out of sight now, but not out of mind. Dianne’s gaping mouth grinned around Jay’s cock. Then she pushed her tongue out and started licking Jay’s balls.

“Oh fu-u-u-u-u-u-ck!!!” Jay groaned, his hips shaking. He started fucking her mouth in earnest. Dianne made loud gurgling sounds like a turkey as Jay used her mouth. She finally pulled back, pulling her lips off his cock with a loud smack. She gasped for breath.

“Fuck, ain’t nothing like deep throating a big Nigga dick…”

“Show me how to do it…” Hilary gasped, feeling excited.

Jay was soon feeling like he was in heaven. His girl and the white wife were both kneeling on the deck chair, sharing his cock. At first, Dianne was teaching Hilary how to relax her throat muscles and take the thick cock in without sputtering. Hilary almost felt like she was at an academic seminar. She was fully concentrated, as she pulled the black dick into her mouth and felt it slowly enter her throat. She was sure she would be split by it. She couldn’t believe it when it entered her throat and started sinking in deeper and deeper. She felt elated and so proud of herself. She almost wished her husband and her parents could see her doing her whole family, town and race proud, deep throating a big, fat Nigga dick. She was so sure they would or should have been so proud of her.

Dianne grabbed her by the back of the neck and pumped her head up and down…. “Yeah, that’s it white girl, relax that throat and take that big dick down there where it belongs. You’re doing good. Damn! Jay! Ain’t she a natural born slut for black cock….”

“Oh fuck, this shit is good. Suck my balls baby…”

Dianne went down and sucked on his balls whilst Hilary proudly fucked his bursting cock with her throat. The white woman’s face was beaming with pride and her stretched mouth was smiling.

“Don’t be greedy bitch. Lemme have some of that big Nigga dick!” Dianne said, slapping Hilary’s head like a tag team.

The two girls held up the long cock and licked and sucked on it, passing it back and forth. Their eye met and the girls giggled. Their faces drew together and their lips met. They kissed each other with carnal hunger. Then Dianne deep throated it whilst Hilary went down to the thick, dangling black balls. She felt so excited, knowing they were full of Jay’s black cumm. She felt a carnal lust for thick, creamy, salty cumm.

Jay was always proud of the fact that he could fuck for ages without cumming. However, the horny, double stimulation was driving him mad. Dianne realized that her spouse was close to cumming. She loved drinking his babies. However, she was a considerate girl…

“Jay, why don’t you reward our fine host. Stuff that black cock down her throat and shoot her full of your Nigga babies.”

Jay did it too. Hilary felt four hands grab her head firmly and then Jay was fucking her stretched mouth frenziedly. He banged his cock into her. Hilary felt woozy. He fucked her face dizzy and his cock seemed to be growing larger, harder, impossibly. She thought her mouth would burst. Bubbles were forming at the corners of her mouth and his cock was making wet, loud squelches as it pummeled her. She held on to his dark hips and held her mouth open.

“Ah, fuck yeah….” Jay groaned and then his dick exploded in her mouth.

His cumm seemed to spurt into her mouth in thick, angry torrents that threatened to drown her. Hilary sucked all she could, but more cumm kept pouring in. She started coughing and sputtering. Jay pulled his cock out and shot more angry spurts at her forehead, cheeks, neck and tits. Hilary fell on her back, coughing and gasping.

Dianne grabbed the dick, giggling and milked it, letting the rest of the cumm drip all over Hilary’s body.

“Yeah, Jay, anoint the white bitch!!! That’s it! Welcome to the black cock league, white bitch! Now rub in that black man’s cumm like lotion.”

Chapter 4: Hilary’s black treat

The three of them smoked a joint and had some drinks. Hilary’s head was reeling. She could not believe what she had just done and how much she had just loved it. She never even lost one thought on her husband.

After catching their breath, Dianne kissed Hilary and said, “turn about is fair play… Lets get freaky whilst the Nigga gets his batteries recharged.”

Dianne rolled on her back and pulled Hilary on top of her, wrapping her arms and legs around the white woman. She kissed her passionately. Then she pushed her face down to her tits, holding them up to feed her. Hilary sucked and licked the big, black creamy orbs eagerly. She couldn’t get enough of them. She made them so wet with her saliva.

Dianne eased Hilary’s face downwards and she licked the dark belly and tongued the navel eagerly. She left a blazing wet trail on the dark skin. However, she became hesitant as she reached the black woman’s shaved mons.

“What’s the matter. Scared of the black pussy?”

“I, I, I have never done it before. With a girl, I mean…” Hilary blushed.

“Don’t worry, mama will teach you baby girl. Move to the side so my Nigga can see you go down on that black cunt…”

Dianne raised and parted her thighs, leaving the white woman staring straight at her bald, fat, black pussy. She reached between her legs and pulled her long, dark, gleaming lips apart. Hilary gazed at the alluring black cunt as her nostrils were hit by the intoxicating smell that made her mouth just dribble.

“Kiss it like a mouth. Smooch my pussy baby…”

Hilary felt scared but exhilarated as she dipped and met another woman’s pussy with her lips for the first time in her life. She kissed Dianne’s pussy tentatively. Hilary shivered as her tongue made contact. The taste hit her buds sharply, making her moan and salivate. She loved it. She opened her mouth and welcomed Dianne’s cunt. She loved the taste. She smiled up at Dianne and tongue kissed her pussy lovingly.

Then she smeared her lips and tongue into the bald, dark vulva and licked and sucked and slurped away. She was so excited her face was beaming and he breath came in rasps. She dove into Dianne’s honey pot and wriggled her tongue into her hot fuck hole. She bobbed her head up and down fucking her pussy with her tongue like it was a little cock.

Dianne loved it all, stroking her long blond hair and telling her to eat her black pussy good. She tried to follow Dianne’s instructions, but her carnal hunger made it difficult.

“Watch the teeth baby. Yeah, ease that tongue in there… AH!!! Yes! Suck on my pussy. Suck the piss out of my pussy. Yeah. Dig in deep with that tongue… Ah fuck! You’re a natural talent. Yes!!! Slide it in deeper. Lick around. Oh yes! Oh my fucking gosh!!! That’s it!”

Dianne was aroused by now. She pushed her onto her back and straddled Hilary’s face. She sat on her and fed her pussy, grinding it into her lips. Hilary ate her with an appetite and made Dianne cumm all over her tongue.

Her tongue slipped into Dianne’s crack and Dianne gasped sharply. As Hilary tried to go back up to the pussy, Dianne grabbed her by the hair and said, “No you don’t. Finish what you started. Lick my hole!”

Dianne started frigging her clit as she pressed her hole against the white wife’s mouth. Hilary licked and tongued her hole. She grabbed on to her hip and pumped her ass against her tongue, slithering it all around her crack and the dark, puckered hole.

“Ah yes! Slide your tongue in there. That’s it. Eat my ass!”

Hilary did it too, tongue fucking her hole till her tongue was aching. Dianne came even harder. Hilary was shocked as her face was squirted into by the heaving, gasping black girl.

“Fuck Jay, the bitch has earned your dick! You need to fuck this bitch real good, Nigga!”

So saying, Dianne dismounted and grabbed Hilary’s thighs, pulling them up and pressing her knees into her chest.

“No! Get a condom please!” Hilary gasped….

“Fuck that. My Nigga is gonna bare back on you…”

“Yeah white bitch! You gonna get this dick raw!” Jay growled as he climbed between Hilary’s thighs. His dick was hard, thick and long like a truncheon. He slapped Hilary’s shaved cunt with it several times, making her yelp and shiver. Then he ran the thick head up and down her slit.

Hilary wanted to shout and scream for him not to enter her without protection. At the same time she wanted to scream at him to shove that big nigger cock all up in her twat and fuck the shit out of her.

Jay did not torture her long. He pushed his cock into her, burying it in to the hilt. Dianne cradled Hilary’s head on her lap and held her up so she could see the dick that was filling her up so deliciously. Jay slowly pulled out halfway. His shaft was shiny with her juices.

“Look at my black dick up in your pussy, you white bitch! Look at me fucking you with my big Nigga cock!”

Jay started fucking her slowly, letting her relish every little bit.

Hilary could not believe that she was lying in a black woman’s lap whilst her black boyfriend fucked her pussy with his large black cock. It felt so wonderful and she did not want it to stop. She fought to keep herself from screaming at him to fuck her senseless.

She stifled her moans as Jay hooked her feet over his shoulders and fucked her pussy with deep, slow deliberate strokes. She could feel him touching every little part of her tunnel and it was driving her crazy.

She loved it when he slid into her depths. She loved it when he filled her up. And she loved it when he pulled back. She simply loved every single part of his stroke. And when he started rolling his hips as if he was dancing in her pussy, she simply could not help cumming.