Turned into a Slut for BBC

My name is Wendy, and this is the story of how I stepped out on my marriage, and fell hard for a black man. Let me start by first giving some background about myself. I am a 40 year old mother and wife. Currently I am still married, going on 19 years, to a wonderful husband who is unaware of my promiscuity. My daughter is 18 years old, and a senior in high school, which upon reflection may be the reason I got into my current situation.

I was thinking about how sad it will be to see my daughter go off to college and become a full fledged adult, and that caused me to begin thinking about my young adult life before having a family. I began thinking about the things I use to do, and the things I always wanted to do but never got the chance too. When I was younger, and heck even now until recently, I have always been a little hesitant to seek out adventure. It is because of this personality trait, that as I reflected on my past, I started to wonder if I had missed out; if I had really had a good time when I had the chance.

This thought processes fogged my head for days and days. I had no idea how to shake it, or to get over the idea that I missed out on youthful experiences. I wanted to go back and push myself to try new things, and meet different people. However, being realistic, I knew that was not possible. I was a housewife, and stay at home mom; there was nothing I could see that would allow me to change that. Unexpectedly though, the universe seemed to step in and help me reshape my life.

It happened during an impromptu visiting of my bank. I had misplaced my debit card, and was looking to get a new one. After waiting for a banker to assist me, I shook hands with the man that would change my life forever. His name was Jerome, and I immediately came to the conclusion that he is the most gorgeous black man I had ever seen. He is tall and muscular, has a shaved bald head, and a smile that can light up a room while at the same time melt the heart of any woman.

As he assisted me with my problem, I was constantly flustered being around him. I have no way of explaining it, but he just seemed to exude an aura of power and control. I felt very defenseless around him, and almost in a weird way servile to him. I kept apologizing to him for the fact that I was forgetful enough to misplace my debit, and he just assured me that it wasn't an issue and that he would take care of me. The way he said he would take care of me hinted at something deeper than just with my card, but also all of me.

I'm sure that to anyone looking on from the outside it would have just been a simple interaction between a customer and a bank representative, but to me it was an electric moment. However, Jerome was the perfect gentleman, and dutiful worker. He took care of my issue, and handed me a replacement card after just a few minutes from when he first shook my hand. It felt silly being so impacted by such a short meeting, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than just a simple banking transaction.

The weight of the encounter stayed with me, and I kept trying to process why I was reading so into a brief encounter. It wasn't until I stopped off a local coffee shop to get a latte that I realized I was wrong about Jerome and his signals. As I pulled my new debit card out to pay for my drink, I noticed that it had something stuck to the back side of it. What I found was a small sticky note with a phone number and the message, "Call Me" written on it. Instantly I knew it was from Jerome; he was the only other person to have touched the card. My stomach flipped with excitement, and then fluttered with anxiety as to what to do with the number.

I wasn't usually the type of woman that got flirted with or hit on so openly. Standing at five feet tall, and having a slightly curvy body, most often I am looked past by men. I have what many men in my past have called a cute look. My hair, auburn brown, is about chin length and slightly wavy. My breasts are an average size, 32B, and my curves are flattering; especially my butt. Basically, I'm your typical short, cute, mom. Not the type that men come flocking too, so in a way, Jerome giving me his number was very much so a pleasant boost to my self confidence. However, it also made me feel guilty, as I was married.

I love my husband, and he loves me. He works weekdays and the occasional weekend, but is very attentive and caring. Of course, the spark of our marriage has died down over the years, but we do still try and please one another. I would never have thought of cheating on him, but with Jerome's number in my hand, the idea to cut loose and experience something new popped into my head. The fog of regret lifted, and I didn't want the opportunity to seek whatever adventure his number had for me slip away. I went back and forth about whether to call him or not as I drove home, but once I stepped inside my house and was in my comfortable, predictable life, I made the decision to throw caution to the wind and see what would happen if I called.

He answered after the first ring, and I almost hung up. But after he said hello for the second time, I timidly answered his hello and spoke to him. I indicated that I was the woman from earlier that he had helped with the debit car and had given his number to. He chuckled and said he knew who I was and was happy that I called. I asked why he had given me his number, and he just stated that I seemed to be lost and thought I might enjoy getting to know him. I almost sensed that he read me and could tell I was looking for adventure. Since I was, I decided to not back off, but instead continue moving forward down this unknown path.

I nervously asked, "I think I would enjoy getting to know you more. When can we get together to talk?"

"Well, I'm off from the bank tomorrow, so how does getting lunch sound," he replied.

I took a moment to think before responding, "Uhhh, yeah that would be good. Where should we meet at?"

"I know of a place that is great. You will love it. I'll text you the address and we can meet at let's say 10," was his reply.

My response was a little unsure, "Okay. Yeah that will work for me. Should I dress any particular way? Is it a nice place or casual?"

He answered confidently, "Oh it is just casual. Wear a simple dress and you will be fine."

"Okay, I can do that. I'll see you tomorrow then," I answered back.

"Cool, see you then. Bye," he finished.

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and was in disbelief with myself that I just set up a lunch date with a man I don't even know. Never would I have ever thought that I would have done something like that. However, as I stood in my kitchen replaying the conversation, and going over the plan to meet, I could feel that I was becoming aroused. My body warmed and began to tingle with giddy excitement. The rest of the night I was a cheerful little housewife. I prepared dinner, and did all my other tasks around the house with a joyous spring in my step. I just couldn't stop thinking about the lunch date.

My husband and daughter seemed unaware of my gleeful spirit once they both got home, and after dinner they both retreated to their own spaces. My daughter to her room for the rest of the night, and my husband to ours to shower. I cleaned up, and then checked in with my husband who was just getting out of the shower. He told me that he felt really tired, and was thinking of calling it an early night. I told him I wanted to stay up to watch some of my shows, but that it was fine by me if he wanted to go to bed. He kissed me, and then finished getting dressed before getting settled into bed. I washed up in the restroom before heading back into the living room to watch my shows.

As I sat on the couch alone, watching the t.v., my mind began to wander. I kept thinking about Jerome, and how handsome he was. I still couldn't believe I had set up a secret lunch date with him; someone I barely knew. The more I thought about it though, the more I couldn't wait to meet with him. He was such a handsome man, and looked to keep himself in good shape. I started to fantasize about what his body looked like, and how it would feel to touch him. Those visions quickly progressed into a curiosity of what his naked body looked like, and how well he may be endowed. Once those thoughts were in my head, I had to do something about them, so I reached for my phone and began to search for pictures of naked black men, pictures of naked black cock, pictures of big black cock, and finally pictures of black cock white women.

What I saw and viewed was breathtaking, and extremely erotic. I never looked at such images before, but at that moment I couldn't pull myself away from them. I wanted more; I needed more. Soon my hand snaked into my panties, and I was then playing with myself as I looked at countless images of thick black cocks being used on white women. I began to imagine myself as them, and the black cocks in the pictures belonging to Jerome. Once that stream of thought entered into my head it was too much, and I immediately erupted in a powerful orgasm. I shocked and panted like a possessed woman on the couch until I finally came down from the euphoric high.

Regaining my composure, I looked around in an almost frightened state to make sure neither my husband nor my daughter had walked in on me. When I was satisfied that I was still alone, I began to bask in the afterglow of what had just occurred. I had just actively searched and then masturbated to the images of black men fucking white women. Not only that, but I envisioned myself in the place of the women in the pictures, and that it was a man I briefly met once who was giving me his black cock. If I wasn't already excited about the lunch, I was after that couch time adventure. With a big smile on my face, I washed up at the kitchen sink before heading to bed to sleep. My dreams were filled with images of black cock that night.

The next morning I had breakfast with my family and then saw both my husband and daughter off as they went to work and school respectfully. I then cleaned up the dirty plates and table left from breakfast while I failingly tried to keep from looking at the clock every ten seconds. I was like an eager girl on prom night waiting for her date to come and pick her up, but in my case I was waiting to go see a handsome black man for lunch.

Once everything was cleaned, it was about time for me to began getting ready so I went off to shower and began making sure I was ready for the lunch. In the shower I made sure to shave any stray hairs on my body, and to tidy up my neat landing strip above my sex. I applied good smelling lotion all over my naked skin, and then made sure to do my makeup; nothing heavy or crazy, just presentable. I dried my hair and let it fall in its natural wavy curls, as I like the way it made me look sporty. From my closet I pulled out a simple blue sundress that had a pretty floral pattern on it, and I slid it on over my head. I paired the dress with a basic pair of leather sandals, and then grabbed my purse and phone before heading out to my car. It wasn't until I sat down on my leather driver seat that I realized I had completely forgotten about underwear. In my buzz to get ready, I spaced putting on a bra or panties. I thought about running back inside to correct my error, but then stopped myself as I figured that maybe it was just my subconscious mind telling me to be adventurous. To be honest, it felt liberating to go without underwear. Never before would I have even thought about leaving the house without at least panties, but doing so at that moment it felt right.

I got the address for the restaurant punched into my navigation, and then headed on my way to meet Jerome. It was a restaurant I had not heard of before, and was located on the far side of town. I was thankful for that, as it meant less of a chance for someone I knew seeing me out with another man. After a short drive I arrived, and parked. The restaurant was a sports bar like place and didn't seem to be too busy. It was just ten o'clock, so when I went inside I looked to see if Jerome was already there. When I scanned the room, I was pleasantly surprised to see that he was. He was seated at a both in the corner, and saw me once I walked in. He waved me over, and greeted me with a big hug, as if we were long time friends. Disengaging from the hug, he smiled at me his beaming smile, and showed me to my seat across from him.

"I hope you don't mind, but I ordered you a drink already. It's a margarita; this place makes a mean one," he said as I slid into my seat.

A little caught off guard, I meekly replied, "Oh, thanks. Yeah, it looks good."

He laughed, and then started small talk as we waited for our waiter to bring menus. Mostly we talked about get to know you stuff; where are you from, what do you do for a living, and how big is your dick. Okay, maybe I didn't ask him that, but it certainly was on my mind the entire time. I can say though, that he was able to make me feel comfortable throughout the early conversation, and by the time the waiter arrived he may have even thought we were long time friends the way we were carrying on.

It was after the waiter left with our menus that our talk began to turn more onto the naughty path. Slowly at first, as these things often go I assume, but very deliberately. Jerome asked me about my marriage, and whether I was happy or not. I indicated that I was, but that I was feeling a bit bored with my life. He asked me to explain, and I went into the whole thing with my daughter going away fueling thoughts in my head about how I never sought adventure when I was younger. He smiled at this, and then asked if I was seeking adventure now. I replied that I wanted too, but I just couldn't figure out how. At that moment, the waiter came back and checked in on us, and Jerome indicated we would both like another margarita.

When I looked at him quizzically he replied, "Sometimes alcohol can help free a person to become more adventurous."

At which I responded half in jest, "Is that right? Are you sure you aren't just trying to get me drunk?"

"Oh no, merely trying to help you experience life and its many options," he confidently answered.

I said nothing, but instead took a drink from my still half full first margarita. I had a sense that my afternoon was indeed heading towards that of the visions from my fantasy the night before, and I wasn't quite sure if I would be able to go along with it or not. If I was going to go with the flow, I knew Jerome was right; liquor would be a great liberator of my mind.

"So am I right to assume that coming out with me to lunch, was a step for you towards being adventurous," he asked.

I shyly nodded my head to indicate that he was correct in his assumption.

He kept up the investigative questioning by asking, "Is it because I'm a stranger? Or is it because I'm black? Or is it because you are married that you feel you are being adventurous?"

Glancing away from him I answered, "All of it."

Just then our drinks and our food arrived, and the questioning on the matter stopped momentarily. We allowed the waiter and the food runner to place our food and drinks before us, and then we began to eat. It was quiet between us as we ate, until finally Jerome broke the ice.

"I may be way off here, but I believe that you desperately want to have an experience to remember with me. One you would never tell your husband, or friends about. An experience so adventurous that it would make up for all the cautiousness of your youth and past. If this isn't want you want let me know now, or we can finish our meal and then go and have that experience."

Honestly, I was a little caught off guard by the forwardness of his statement, and I took a moment to sit quietly as I let it sink in. I knew deep down that what he had said was true, but the battle of whether or not I could actually go through with something like that raged in my head. Looking down to my lap to try and collect myself I remembered that I was without panties, and that was what triggered my decision. With all of the confidence I could muster, I looked back up at him and gave my answer.

"Yes, I want to have an experience of a lifetime with you. I want to give myself over to you and let the unknown adventure of life guide me."

A grin appeared on his face as he responded to my declaration, "Well then, I think we should finish up here, and not waste anytime getting you what you desire."

Jerome then signaled to the waiter that he wanted the check, and I tipped my new margarita back to add a little more liquid encouragement. We paid and then walked out of the restaurant with Jerome leading the way while holding my hand. Outside, he asked me which car was mine before walking us over to it. He pulled me into him and gave me a deep and passionate kiss, of which I reciprocated after a moment of shock. Breaking the kiss, he asked for my keys, and indicated that he would drive us over to his place. Like a bubbly little schoolgirl, I handed over my keys and then hurried around to get in on the other side of the car.

He started the car, but before he pulled out of the parking lot, her leaned over and pulled me in for another kiss; this time letting his hand wander down and grip a hold of my butt through the dress. He broke off the kiss again, much to my dismay, and then pulled out of the parking lot. At the first light we had to stop at, he turned and asked me a very forward question.

"What kind of panties to you have on?"

I blushed at the question, not only from the forwardness of it, but also from the fact that I knew I wasn't wearing any. Looking back at him, I answered honestly, "I don't have any on."

Another grin appeared on his face before he responded, "So the shy wife and mother, has a naughty secret. I like it, but I want you to prove it. Show me."

I blushed again, but rather than try and back away from the request, I instead slowly lifted up the hem of my dress to reveal my neatly shaved sex. Jerome seemed to approve as he smiled upon the reveal, and even responded with a very erotic comment.

"That is one fine looking pussy babe. I can't wait to get to know it better."

My blush grew to cover my body, and I trembled with anticipation and arousal. With the whole exchange, I wasn't aware where we were, but when I looked up we had stopped outside of a house. Jerome indicated that we had arrived at his place, and then after getting out of the car, he led me inside. Once inside he planted another wonderful kiss on my lips, letting his tongue probe my mouth. Unlike the previous two kisses, this once continued for awhile, and Jerome began to explore my body with his hands. He gripped my ass, and my hips; pulling my tight into him. One hand move up to cup and fondle my breast through the fabric of my dress. I moaned in response, and it incited him to continue his manhandling.

Soon his hands were back at my ass, but know they were pulling up my dress to expose the flesh of my plump cheeks. He kneaded them like dough in a bakery before pulling the dress further up my body. It bunched over my hips, and got caught up under my breasts. He however didn't stop there, as he simply tugged the dress up and over them and then continued to pull it up to my face and neck. Our kiss was momentarily disengaged as he pulled the dress off my body and threw it to the floor to bunch up in the corner by the door. I was now naked before this god of a black man, as he then resumed his passionate lip attack on me. His hands continued to roam and explore my now nude body, while I moaned with every touch.

We continued like this for a few more moments until he pushed me away and asked me to help him with his pants. With shaky hands, I reached out and began to unfastened his belt and then the button to his jeans. I lowered the zipper and started to push them down his legs. As I worked, he had removed his shirt, and was working on getting his shoes off so he could step out of the jeans. He then stood before me in only a pair of briefs which contained the bulge of what looked to be a very massive dick. I nervously looked up at him, and he indicated for me to continue. A buzz ran through my body as I gripped the waistband of his underwear, and slowly began to peel them down his legs. The further they went, more of his magnificent black tool became exposed until it finally sprung loose from the confines of the tight briefs, and bobbed up and down in front of me. When it did, I gasped and instinctively let go of his underwear. He pushed them the rest of the way off and kicked them aside, while I stood and stared in shock.

"Go ahead, touch it," he said breaking me from my daze.

Hesitatingly I reached out and took ahold of the hulking unit before me. It felt heavy and warm in my hand, and because of its size I needed to use both hands to really be able to sufficiently manipulate it. I stroked his smooth shaft and just let the girth and weight of him fill my hands. After a bit more exploring with my hands, I felt him rest his hand on my shoulder, and began to press me down. My knees gave in naturally and I was now on my knees with his colossal cock looking at me back in the face. Without any further urging, I opened wide and began to take the sizable shaft into my mouth.

We hadn't even been inside for more than a few minutes and I was already naked, on my knees, and sucking his black cock; we had only made a few steps inside to boot. I felt so fiendishly slutty, but not in a bad way. The feeling of letting myself experience such a crazy moment so far out of my normal, predictable life invigorated me, and filled me with the passion to push myself further. I found myself devouring his manhood like all the pornstars I had watched the night before. Sloppily bobbing on his meaty pole, and not caring what it looked like; only caring that I was living in the moment, and was pleasing the black adonis in front of me. He let me continue my oral assault on him, while he began to massage my breast with one hand and grip onto my hair with the other. He also began to speak to me as I performed my naughty tasks.

"Oh yeah that's it. Just like that. Suck that dick babe."

As I got more into it, his comments became more vulgar and derogatory. I didn't mind, and in fact I loved hearing him speak to my in such a manner. His words spurred me on to push myself further and take on the outrageousness of the experience head on.

"Fuck yeah, take my black cock. Show me how much you love my big black cock. You barely know me and already you are taking my dick like a slut. Is that what you are babe? Are you a slut?"

Momentarily he pushed me off of his hefty stick to allow me to answer his question. I was in such a wild and nasty state. I lost my normal self, and was only concerned with the then and now, so I answered the only way I could.

"Yes, I am your slut," was my reply as I then pounced back onto his magic stick with my mouth. From that point, Jerome held nothing back as he spoke down to me while I continued my dutiful job.

"Just what I thought when I first met you; a slut willing to please black cock. I bet you couldn't stop picturing yourself sucking my big black cock, or letting me fuck you silly. You're like most married white women, just dying to be used by a thick black cock. Use your left hand to stroke me slut. I want to see your wedding ring while I watch you suck my cock."

Doing as I was told, I brought my left hand up to grip his shaft, and though I should have been embarrassed to be reminded of my marriage, the sight of my ringed finger gripping his black cock ignited even more ravenous passion from me. It reminded me of how simple and unadventurous my life was, and I was taking that moment to change things. Jerome salacious comments only added to the experience.

"Oh yeah, black cock is all you want now. Your white dicked husband can't compete. You are my slut, and you love my black cock now. You are hooked. Show me how much you love my cock slut; stuff in your face."

The degrading statements were all the urging I needed to try and push as much of his massive member into my throat as I could. His girth and length made it so I could only manage to embed half of it, but that didn't stop me from trying to get more while I continued to give the filthiest, and sloppiest blow job of my life. I was gagging, and drooling all over his tremendous trunk of a cock, and he seemed to love every moment of it just as much as I was.

"That's it slut, gag on my cock. I want you to choke on my big black dick, as you show me just how much you love it. You are my slut now, and I am going to make sure you get all the black cock you can handle."

He began to rock his hips to meet my bobbing face, and his grip on my hair became rougher. I sensed he may be close to finishing, so I doubled my efforts and let him began manipulating me more and more. The sounds that were coming from my mouth were that of a seedy porno, and if we had been filming our encounter I'm sure it would have looked like one too.

"Oh shit slut. I'm gonna cum soon. When I do, I am gonna mark you as my slut and shoot it all over you. Just what a slut like you loves, a face full of black cum."

The thought of letting him cum on my face was so erotic and naughty. I had never before let anyone, including my husband, do that, but the idea of Jerome, a black man, doing so was something I just couldn't pass up. This was my new adventurous life, and I wanted to be his. To be his married, white slut to use. After a few more pumps, he pulled his saliva streaked hunk of meat from my face and began to pump his fist along his shaft.

"Tell me what you want slut," he said as I knelt before him watching him stroke his length.

"Oh, I want you to cum on my baby. Cum on my face. Make me your slut, and shoot your cum all over me," was my desperate response.

"Ah shit, here it comes slut," he grunted out.

Spurting out from the bulbous tip of his cock was volley after volley of thick and heavy cum arching and landing on my waiting face. I had never known a man to spew out so much, but as I knelt there and received his gift I was happy for the volume he ejected onto me. I was proud to know that I caused him to erupt so much. When he finally began to stop, he bent the tip to my lips and had me lick off the last little dribble of cum. Streaks of his goo coated my face, and I felt as though my entire head was plastered with it. The warmth of his seed felt good against my pale skin, and we both just remained silent momentarily as we basked in the afterglow of the experience. It was Jerome who finally broke the silence, and though his tone was more subdued, he still spoke in a dominant manner.

"That was great. You really took to it, and I can tell you enjoyed it as well."

I smiled at his statement, and replied, "Yes, it was wonderful. I loved everything about it. I loved being your slut."

His smiled return as he responded, "Well you certainly are a good slut, and looking at you covered in my cum makes me wish I had time to use you some more. Unfortunately, I need to meet up with some people in a bit. I do however want to do this again."

Finding our time together was ending for the day I was a little dejected at the thought, but was happy to hear he did want to see me again. I replied to him to indicate that I felt the same way.

"Yeah, I probably should be getting home as well, I want you to know that I would love to do this again soon. Hell, if I could, I would do it over and over."

Jerome laughed a little before he spoke back, "I think I have unlocked quite the slut in you. Which makes me wonder; do you want to continue with this experience of being my slut? My married, white slut. I mean not just when we meet again, but from now and through our next get together."

Riding high from what I just experienced, I was intrigued to find out what he meant. I knew I didn't want to just go back to my boring, predictable life, and I knew I felt more alive than ever when I let myself go with him so I answered accordingly.

"Yes I would, but what do you have in mind?"

"Well for starters you need to clean that cum off your face before you go home, and I think what better way for a slut to do so, than with the the only piece of clothing she has with her," Jerome stated as he reached down and retrieved my dress.

He wanted me to wipe my face clean of his cum with my own dress. It was the only thing I had to wear when I was to leave his house, and if I did as he suggested it would be smeared with cum. The idea of walking out into the public with cum all over my dress was so slutty. The old Wendy would have never thought about doing something like that, but now I was the new Wendy; the married, white slut of a handsome black man, and the new Wendy did not hesitate. I grabbed my dress from his hands, and brought it immediately to my face. I dragged it across my face in search of every speck of cum; I wanted my dress to be a mess with his cum just as my face was. If I wasn't to wear his cum home on my face, I was happy to wear it home on my dress. Jerome watched me perform as a slut for him, and as I finished my clean up he spoke.

"I think we are going to have a lot of fun you and me. I've got to get cleaned up myself, so go ahead and get dressed. I'm sorry to end this so abruptly, but text me later tonight so we can set up our next meeting. Oh, and when you do, make sure to send a nice nude pic as well that way I can save it as your contact photo in my phone. Talk to you later my slut."

He turned and left me to get my dress on my own as he went to go shower. I felt so cheap leaving his house in my state, but the feeling wasn't negative. I basked in it, and couldn't wait to experience it again. As I drove home, I began to envision what kind of picture I would send him. I didn't think whether or not I should send a naked picture to him, but how best to take and pose for the picture. I was lost in my role as his slut, and I was loving every second of it.

When I arrived home, I had a few hours before either my daughter or my husband would be home so I showered and then decided to take the photo he had requested. On my drive home, I had decided it would be best if I took it using my digital camera rather than my phone. That way I could set it up, put it on a timer, and then all I would have to do is send it to my phone as an email before sending it off to Jerome. My little photoshoot didn't take long, as I had already planned out everything. I posed myself in a kneeling position facing the camera head on. My knees were spread open to show my pussy, and I opened my mouth in a sultry moan. I wanted to be on my knees in the picture to represent my servitude as his slut. I took three or four pictures before I got one I was happy with and it was soon on my phone waiting to be texted over to Jerome.

I figured I would wait until later that night to send it and begin my text chat with Jerome. My husband would more than likely be tired from his day at work, and want to call it an early night. My daughter being the teenager she was, would spend the evening after dinner in her room which meant I would be all alone in the living room to be allowed to privately text Jerome. Both of them came home a little later, and both indicated that I seemed more cheerful than usual. If they only knew why. The evening went just as I figured it would, and after a few hours and a home cooked meal, I found myself alone on the couch sending off the picture to Jerome. His reply to it came almost immediately.

Jerome: Very sexy slut. I love it.

Me: Thank you. I knew you would.

Jerome: So, does my little married slut miss me?

Me: Oh god yes.

Jerome: Are you alone?

Me: Yes. My husband went to bed early, and my daughter is in her room.

Jerome: What are you wearing?

Me: A long sleep shirt, and some panties.

Jerome: Take off the panties, and send me a picture of you holding them above your bare snatch.

Me: Okay.

Without a moment of thought I stripped off my panties, and then held them in my hand above my now exposed sex. I quickly snapped the picture and texted it to Jerome.

Jerome: Well done slut. Very obedient.

Me: Thank you.

Jerome: Are you wet for me?

Me: Yes. I have been since lunch.

Jerome: Do you want my black cock?

Me: Yes. Oh god yes.

Jerome: How bad slut?

Me: So bad. I want it so bad.

Jerome: How do you want my cock?

Me: I will take it anyway I can. I just need it.

Jerome: Would you take it in your mouth again?

Me: Yes!

Jerome: In your cunt?

Me: Please! Yes!

Jerome: How bout your ass? Would you take my big black cock in your ass?

Even though I had never tried anal sex in my life, and the thought of his gargantuan cock pushing into my rear scared me, I answered back honestly.

Me: Oh my god, I think I would.

Jerome: Of course you would. Because you are a white slut you loves black cock.

Me: I really am. You have shown me that I am.

Jerome: Come over Thursday morning. I am going to use you like the slut you are.

Me: Yes. I will be there. What time?

Jerome: Right after your husband and daughter leave the house.

Me: No problem.

Jerome: Good. Wear nothing but a coat.

Me: Anything you want.

Jerome: That's right slut. Anything I want.

Me: You've got me so turned on right now. I wish you were here.

Jerome: That's good slut, you should be turned on right now. But I don't want you to orgasm until we meet Thursday. I want you primed and ready.

Me: Oh god, I hope I can hold off.

Jerome: You better slut, or you will not get this dick.

Me: Okay, I will manage. Can I ask about condoms?

Jerome: What about them?

Me: Can you wear them when you have me? I am not on the pill, and I don't want to get pregnant.

Jerome: I don't really like wearing condoms.

Me: Oh please. My husband has had a vasectomy, and it would be hell if I were to get pregnant.

Jerome: Okay, but you will have to make it worth it for me.

Me: I will, I promise.

Jerome: Fine, you can pick up condoms on your way over. Now have a good night sleep, and I will see you soon.

Me: Good night.

Our next meeting was set, and the only issue I had was that it was a day and a half away. I would have to wait all of Wednesday before I could get my hands, as well as other parts of me on Jerome and his magnificent black cock. His caveat of not wanting me pleasure myself was going to be tough, especially since I had been touching myself all through our text conversation and was on the edge of a wonderful climax. I decided to retreat to bed, as it would keep me from wandering my fingers, and also allow me to sleep some and bring Thursday closer without having to agonizingly think about the wait.

I decided against putting my panties back on when I went to bed, and after dreaming of the wonders that Thursday may bring I awoke the next morning deciding to keep them off even while I prepared breakfast for my family. It was thrilling to do my normal duties, but to do so without my panties. So much so that I spent the entirety of the day without underwear on, and managed to even run a few errands pantiless while daringly wearing a skirt. My mind kept drifting to Jerome and our meet up, so I had to keep myself occupied and busy to prevent any chance of playing with myself. Even so, I could feel the wet arousal of my pussy throughout the day tempting me; aching to be touched and explored. I however managed to sustain, as I wanted it to be Jerome to quell the desire.

My husband and daughter both arrived home later in the afternoon, and the evening was spent the way it usually was. We ate dinner, conversated a little, and then we split off to our separate rooms to finish the night. I decided to hit the sack early with my husband as I was so anxious for tomorrow morning, I just wanted it to be there already. Again I chose to sleep without panties under my sleep shirt, and was actually surprised that my husband did not notice. My dreams were once again filled with nasty debauchery filled images of me and Jerome. In the morning when I woke, I was in such an aroused state I could swear the aroma was wafting off of me. However, as breakfast went, neither my daughter nor my husband mentioned anything, and they were soon on their ways.

Finally, I was able to meet up with Jerome. I hurriedly showered, and did my hair and makeup. Because I didn't have to worry about clothing other than a coat, I was able to be out the door and on my way no more than ten minutes after my family left. The feeling of riding around in public in nothing but a coat was a wonderful and erotic experience, and it only heightened my arousal level. Then I remembered I had to still get condoms, and the idea of not only buying condoms, but doing so while only wearing coat was almost enough to make me cum in my seat. Somehow I managed to keep my composure, and drive to a d**g store; making sure it wasn't one I frequented. After parking, I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, and then made the trek inside.

The bright lights of the store felt excessive, and I had the sense that everyone was looking at me and knew I was naked under my coat. Of course that wasn't the case, as I was the only customer in the store at that time. Not letting my irrational self get the better of myself, I steered myself in the direction of the condoms. Knowing Jerome was certainly packing some major meat, I selected the Magnum sized box of condoms. As I walked to the counter to purchase them, I felt so slutty. Not only was I only wearing a coat out in public, but it was just after eight in the morning on a weekday and I was buying a box or extra large condoms. The college aged cashier gave me a curious look, but said nothing. I paid for the condoms, and was out the door in moments.

It was a short drive to get to Jerome's place, and once I pulled out front I had to keep myself from sprinting to the door out of eagerness. I knocked, and he answered. He was wearing a simple white tank top, and a pair of athletic shorts, but even in a sack he would have looked amazing. Showing me inside, he stopped me at just about the same spot I had been two days earlier, and he asked for my coat. Without a second thought I opened my coat, revealing my nakedness beneath, and handed it over to him. Jerome took it and hung it on a hook by the front door before returning to stand before me.

"Knell slut," he ordered.

I dropped immediately to my knees and awaited further instruction. He stood still in front of me for a moment before he reached down and began to pull the tank top off of his torso. His sculpted chest came into view, and I may have let out a quiet moan upon seeing it. If I did, he took no notice, as he then pushed his shorts down to reveal his splendid cock. He wasn't erect, but even so it was still enormous and foreboding to look at. Taking ahold of his semi flaccid member, he took a step closer and began to rub the girthy appendage across my face. I did not move, or say anything; I just allowed him to use me as he saw fit. Eventually, he presented the head of his growing snake to my lips.

"Suck slut," he ordered.

Again, I took no time to think; I just reacted and took his cock into my mouth to perform as instructed. As I had days earlier, I bobbed on his pole hoping in vain that I was providing him with as much pleasure as I was getting. He looked down on me as I did, and a grin formed on his face from what I could only assume was a sense of achievement. It made me even more focused on my task then I had been if that was possible. However, after only a few short minutes, he stopped me.

"Stand up slut," was his new order.

Though disappointed I could no longer enjoy the presence of his cock in my mouth, I was eager to find out what was to come next.

"If you got condoms slut, go get them and then lay on your back across that ottoman," he instructed.

With a bounce in my step, I retrieved the package of condoms from my coat pocket, and returned to him. Taking my position, I watched as he ripped open the box, pulled out one condom, and then proceeded to roll it done his rigid stake of flesh. He dropped to his knees, and positioned himself between my legs. Hooking both of my legs over his shoulders, he paused.

"Tell me what you want slut," he asked.

I replied eagerly, "I want you to fuck me."

"Fuck you with what slut," he questioned.

"I want you to fuck me with with your huge black cock," was my answer.

Agonizingly he asked me, "Where do you want it slut?"

Again my reply was eager, and wanting, "I want you to fuck my pussy with your huge black cock."

"Your married pussy," he asked.

"Oh god yes! Fuck me in my married white pussy! Stuff me full of your black cock," I screamed in response.

He smiled, and then instructed, "Guide me in with your left hand. I want to see your wedding ring as I sink my cock into you slutty, married cunt."

My hand jutted down to grab ahold of his length, and I held it steady as he leaned it into me. The way he made me speak, and plead caused me to be even more insatiable. I should have been snapped back to reality by the mere mention of my marriage, but instead it pushed me to behave even more slutty, and wantonly. The head of his cock slowly began to penetrate my throbbingly aroused pussy, and slip deeper into my depths. With each inch that slid into me, I felt so amazingly stretched and full. I never knew I could have a cock of his size, and that it would feel so marvelous. He was reaching places my husband would never be able to, and that was signified by the fact that my ring sparkled in the light as my hand still held onto more of his cock yet to find its way inside of me. Finally, after a slow and torturous entry, Jerome had bottomed out and I felt more full than I had ever felt in my life.

"Now I'm going to fuck you slut. Really show you what a black cock can do to a married white slut like yourself," he stated as he began to pull back.

With my legs over his shoulders, he plowed into me hard and fast. I felt as though he was burrowing a path into me with the hammering thrusts of his hips. The entire time I was in a state of bliss, and was moaning and groaning sounds of pleasure that I had never let out before. His steady rhythm soon brought me to the edge of an orgasm.

"Oh god yes! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Fuck me, I'm going to cum," I screamed over and over.

"Yes slut, cum on my cock. Cum all over my black cock," he responded.

That's all it took, and immediately a wave of pleasure crashed down onto my body. I began to spasm and shake from the intensity of it. My eyes rolled back, and I could hear myself screaming in passion. The climactic high lasted for minutes, causing me to begin gasping for breath, but Jerome did not let up one bit. He continued his systematic pounding of my pussy through my orgasm, and into the next one. It was smaller, but in my state still wrecking.

As I came down from my second orgasm, I then heard Jerome began panting, and his pace became more erratic. Letting out a powerful grunt, and slamming his cock all the way into me, I knew he too was cumming. He let his weight sink onto my legs as he spewed his load. At that moment I felt neglected the opportunity to take his almost certainly massive load. I knew that for practical reasons he needed to wear a condom, but in my slutty state I wished I could have felt him splashing and coating my insides.

He took a moment to gather his breath and clear his head before straightening back up. His cock was still embedded inside of me, and still felt as strong and powerful as ever. I looked up at him a gaze of amazement and affection as he slowly retreated his member. I felt so empty when he finally pulled completely out, and wished he would just push himself back in and have me again.

"I hate fucking with condoms on," he said as he pulled the piece of latex from his spent cock.

Feeling regretful, I replied, "I'm sorry."

He responded gruffly and a bit curiously, "Give me you wedding ring slut."

I wasn't sure why he wanted it, but I didn't want to upset him any further so I quickly pulled my ring from my finger and handed it to him.

"Since you I can't fuck you bareback because of your husband, then I think it only fitting that your sign of devotion and marriage to him be treated in a manner applicable to our relationship," he said.

I then watched as he held up the used condom full of his cum, and dropped my wedding ring inside. He then then tied off the end in a **** and laid it across my stomach. The mere act of him desecrating my wedding ring as he had, spurred my arousal to a new height, and I wanted him to take me again. I spoke up to let him know how I felt.

"I'm am so very sorry that I am making you wear condoms when you fuck me. You are absolutely right, it is is fitting that my ring be plunged into you sacred cum. I want to please you so badly, and and I want you to fuck my married white pussy again with that huge black cock of yours. Please, fuck me again," I pleaded.

A smile formed on his lips as he replied, "I am certainly going to fuck you again, but since I don't feel like putting on another condom, and you don't want me cumming in you yet, I think I'll take your ass."

A shocked looked passed over my face, and he laughed at my reaction. I had never before experienced anything remotely close to anal sex, and now it seemed I was about to be introduced to it by a thick black cock.

"Yes, uh okay. Whatever you want, I just need you to use me some more," I meekly replied.

His reply was somewhat reassuring, "That's what I thought slut, but don't worry, I'll take it slow; at first. Now flip over."

I obediently flipped myself over onto my hands and knees, letting the condom with my wedding ring inside fall to the table below. He walked away momentarily, only to return with a bottle of some sort of oil. I felt the cool splash of the liquid fall at the top of my butt, and drizzle down towards my virgin hole. His fingers began to work the oil into my skin and massage my ring. Diligently, he began to press his finger inside of me, and lubricate my rectum. He had just one finger inside, and it already felt I was being split open. Thankfully though he took his time and let me adjust as he worked. Eventually, he pushed a second finger inside of my tight opening. I had to readjust, and relax as he began to saw them in and out of me.

When he was satisfied that I was thoroughly prepared, he withdrew his fingers and and positioned his cock at my entrance. Miraculously he was still rock hard, and ready to begin the process of taking my anal virginity. Slowly and methodically, he began to feed my tight ass more of his long, thick cock. I could feel myself being split open, but the pain only added to my pleasure and I moan to indicate that I wanted to continue. It was such a strange and new experience, and I was happy getting the chance to experience it. Old Kim would not have thought in a million years that she would love the way a black cock in her ass would feel, but new Kim was enjoying every second, and every inch.

After a steady few seconds, I finally felt Jerome's pelvis press up against my ass. I was in disbelief. I couldn't believe I had taken his entire length; it made me feel proud. He left himself fully embedded in my ass for a moment to allow me to adjust to his size, which I did while moaning the whole time.

"Does my married, white slut love that her ass is full of black cock," he asked while he waited.

"Oh god yes," was my honest and simple answer.

He continued his questioning as I adjusted to his girth, "You are now a three hole slut for my black cock. You will let me fuck you anytime, and anywhere. Isn't that right slut?"

"Yes. I am yours to use. You can fuck me in any hole, anytime, and anywhere. I'm your slut," I replied.

With that, he started to pull back and begin the process of fucking my ass. It started off as a slow in and out, but soon picked up to a full on fucking. I was grunting and screaming in both pain and pleasure. He was riding me like a bull in heat; stuffing his fat slab of meat harder and harder into my tight ass. Eventually the pain of it all drifted away, and I began to just live in the moment of it all; taking my brutal ass pounding like a true slut. Jerome for his part gave me a very thorough pounding. He was unrelenting, and seemed to be trying to obliterate me with each thrust.

We were at it for a long while before he finally gave one final thrust, and began to fire his seed into my abused ass. I somehow managed to continue to support myself on my arms full the entire ordeal, and when he began to pull his empty shaft from my battered hole I whimpered. Not out of pain, but out of longing. When his cock was completely pulled out of my devirginized rear hole, I felt so open and wrecked. My feeling was confirmed when Jerome spoke.

"Look at that slut, I left your ass gaping and begging for more."

I simply replied, "thank you."

"You know what? I should put that in there so you don't lose it," he stated.

I was curious at what he meant, but then I saw him reach for the discarded condom holding my wedding ring, and bring it to my ass. He then began to slip it inside my now slowly closing hole.

"Perfect, now you don't have to worry about leaving it behind," he stated.

I reached back with one of my hands, and felt just the ****ted end of the condom sticking out of my asshole. I felt so dirty and disgraced, but I loved it. Jerome had used me wholly and completely, and I let him do it. As I basked in my feeling of sluttiness, I felt his presence leave from behind me. Cocking my head back, I looked to see him grabbing my coat from the hook and walking back to me.

"I need to get ready to work a afternoon shift at the bank, so here's your coat it has been fun," he indicated.

I responded somewhat puzzled, "Oh, ah, yeah. It has been fun. Thank you."

As I stood to take the coat from him, he said, "Oh, and leave the condom in until you get home. You can text me later tonight."

My reply was short and quick as I slipped my coat back on, "I will."

Jerome then walked away to his room, and I was left to see myself out again. I walked outside and to my car, and the dirty, used feeling of what just happened washed over me. I had just let him fuck me and disgrace me, and yet I loved every second of it. I even allowed him to put a used condom containing my wedding ring in my ass, and promised to leave it in until I got back home. My body felt completely spent from the intense workout Jerome had put me through. There was a dull ache in my ass from the immense stretching, and brutality of the fucking it received; sitting down in my car certainly had to be done tenderly. In spite of all of that, and even though I should have felt like shit and like trash, I actually felt accomplished and proud. I just had an experience that wasn't ordinary, and wasn't predictable. I let a man take pleasure from me in a very raw form, and it felt extraordinary. I wanted to experience it over and over again. My only wish was that I wouldn't have to wait too long to do so.

As I drove home and let the feeling of the experience engulf me, I found my hand working its way into my coat to begin rubbing my still dripping pussy. I had a new dirty slut mentality, and I wanted to let it express itself. Needing more, I unfastened my coat, and pulled it open. My entire nude form was visible to anyone who would happen to look into my car, and I didn't care one bit. I was a dirty slut, and wanted to show the world. My hand continued to play with my puffy and sore pussy, and I drew ever closer to another orgasm. It was as I parked in my driveway that I exploded into a crescendo of passion; two fingers stuffed deep inside of me, and my head titled back gasping for air.

When I came down, I immediately realized where I was, and I hurried to put myself back together and get inside. Fortunately, I didn't see any of my neighbors around, so I felt confident that my slutty side went unnoticed. Back inside the safety of my home I hurried to my bedroom, discarding my coat on the bed, before moving into the restroom. I bent over facing the full length mirror on the wall, to see what it looked like to have a tied off condom protruding from my butt. Seeing the ****ted rubber end sticking out promptly caused a flush to come over my body as it looked so unreal. It felt almost out of body for me to see it; as if I was looking at a common whore, but realizing I was that whore. Reaching back, I tentatively began to pull on the ****ted end to release the rest of the trapped item.

It slowly began to creep out of me, and sensation of it sliding out felt so foreign. When it finally pulled free completely, I watched as the cum filled end containing my ring fell and swung from my fingertips. I then looked back to my puckered puffy hole, and saw a stream of Jerome's semen begin to slowly creep out and drip to the floor below. In a surprising move, I took my other hand and let a finger scoop up a bit of the leaking cum from my ass, and then brought it to my mouth. I sucked my finger clean to taste what Jerome had left with me. It tasted warm and bitter, but it flooded my head with the memory of the encounter. I was a nasty slut, and I loved it.


Feeding of my erotic energy, I stood up and began to unknot the condom. With it reopened, I brought it to my lips and tilted upwards to allow the contents to slide into my open mouth. The sticky cum, and my ring filled my mouth, and I basked in the delight of it. I did my best to suck the ring clean, before swallowing the load down, and pushing the ring out of my mouth to be put back on my finger. It still had a bit of stickiness to it, but I figured it would be a wonderful reminder of my time with Jerome.