Turned into a Slut for BBC PT2

The rest of my day went like any other normal day. I cleaned myself up, did the chores for the day, and began preparing dinner. The only difference was, I did everything while remaining completely naked. It so much more naughty for me to be naked and do my normal housekeeping duties. In my mind I was doing it for Jerome, and I wanted to please him with my ability to be his slut. I know that is crazy considering he wasn't their, but in my mind he was, and I was performing for him. I couldn't get him out of my mind, and I couldn't stop thinking about how he made me feel. He treated me just like a simple slut, but I loved it and burned for more.

Unfortunately, as it got closer to the time my family was to get home, I had to get dressed, and slip back into normal Wendy mode. Just like most evenings, we ate dinner and my husband and daughter chatted about their respective days. I would chime in and ask questions, but mostly I was in my own head thinking about Jerome fucking my ass, or me sucking his wonderful black cock. My preoccupation must have been apparent because both my husband and daughter asked me if I was alright as it seemed I had something on my mind. I assured them I was fine, and just felt a bit tired from a day of housework. They accepted my excuse, and let me know to take it easy.

After dinner we all watched television together before calling it a night. I went to bed with my husband, who indicated he was extremely tired. I told him I would read for a bit before going to sleep. It only took him a few minutes to fall into a deep sleep, at which I set my book down and picked up my phone. Excitedly I sent off a text to Jerome as he had requested. I sat and waited for a response back, and as I did I could feel a heat building in my crotch. After an agonizingly three minutes, my phone lit up with a reply.

Jerome: Hello slut, how is your night going?

Me: It has been going well, but I have been distracted with thoughts of you.

Jerome: What kind of thoughts slut?

Me: Thoughts of your big black cock, and you using me.

Jerome: So you enjoyed how I used you today?

Me: Yes. Very much.

Jerome: Where are you right now?

Me: I am in bed. My husband is sleeping next to me.

Jerome: What are you wearing?

Me: A simple pajama set. Nothing sexy. I'm sorry. :(

Jerome: Get naked, and then send me a picture of you naked in bed with your sleeping husband.

Me: Oh my god, okay. One second.

His order was so naughty and daring, but I couldn't deny him. I quickly, but as silently as possible peeled off my pajamas and panties. I then pulled the sheets covering me back to reveal my nakedness. With my arm extended out, I attempted to take a picture of myself and my husband sleeping next to me. He was turned away from me sleeping on his side, so he wouldn't really be seen in the picture. Once I captured the shot, I sent it off to Jerome with the message, "your naughty slut."

Jerome: Very good. I like knowing that you are being my slut while your husband is completely unaware.

Me: It turns me on to do so too.

Jerome: I want you to take another picture. This time I want you with your ass up in the air and your left hand pulling open you ass. I want to see how your asshole is doing after I tore it up earlier. Also, I want to be able to see your ring to show off what a married white slut you are.

Me: Right away.

My pussy flooded as I read his message. I knew it was super daring and slutty for me to do, but I wanted to please him. I took up the position with my ass in the air, and used my left hand to hold open one of my ass cheeks. Using my other arm I angled my phone to snap the image. It was difficult to do, but I managed after some adjustments. The new picture was soon sent to Jerome with the message, "It feels so empty." My wedding ring sparkled a bit in the picture as it reflected the light from the lamp on my night stand. I was such a naughty white wife for my black lover.

Jerome: I can fill that ass again this weekend.

Me: I don't know if I can this weekend. My husband doesn't work, and my daughter has a cheer competition on Saturday. Can we meet up Monday?

Jerome: Well shit, I guess, but you are not allowed to cum until Monday.

Me: Okay, I can do that.

Jerome: I'll take the day off of work. Come over at the same time you did today. Wear only one of your husband's work shirts. Nothing else. Not even shoes.

Me: Okay. No problem. Is there anything else?

Jerome: Just make sure to be dolled up. I am planning on taking some pictures this time.

Me: Oh my gosh. Okay.

Jerome: Well I guess I should get to bed, I am going to have to work tomorrow if I am to take Monday off. I'll be in touch.

Me: Okay, good night.

After our text message exchange I was wildly turned on, and I only wished I could have done something about it. Unfortunately, I made a promise to Jerome and I didn't intend on breaking it. So I instead decided to just slip back into my pajamas, nunus my panties, and try my darndest to fall asleep. I knew that the rest of my week and weekend would be going by at a snail's pace as I would be desperately waiting for Monday.

The next morning I decided to sleep in, and let my husband and daughter see themselves out. When I heard the tell tale sound of the front door closing, I knew they left and I decided to get out of bed. The first thing I did was strip completely naked. I felt in some way that being nude was in service to Jerome even though he had no idea and never indicated that I do so. It just felt naughty, and when I felt naughty I thought of Jerome. So I spent the majority of Friday to myself naked, and in a constant state of arousal. I didn't get redressed until minutes before my family was due home.

Again we spent a quiet evening in, having dinner and watching some shows. My daughter went out after dinner with her friends, and my husband and I decided to stay up and watch a movie. That was the plan, until he fell asleep thirty minutes in. I woke him up and told him to go to bed. He apologized for passing out, but I told him it wasn't a big deal. I decided to wait up for my daughter to get home. She was to be home by eleven, as I she had an early Cheer meet the following morning. As I waited for her, I casually browsed my phone looking for images of hung black men using white women. This of course only built up my arousal, as I couldn't get myself off as a promise to Jerome.

When my daughter did come home, I decided it best to go to bed rather than stay up and keep myself all hot and bothered. I reminded her of what time she needed to wake up, and what time we needed to leave to make it to her cheer meet on time before I sauntered off to my room. I slept, as was becoming customary, without any panties on and in just a long sleep shirt. It felt very naughty to do so, and my dreams were filled with lustful visions.

The next morning went as planned, and I soon found myself out at with my daughter at her cheer meet. It was early, but I loved my daughter, and enjoyed being there to support her and her cheer team. Of course I did think that some of the cheer uniforms I was seeing, both from the other teams and the ones my daughter's team were wearing, seemed to be very skimpy. I put it off to my generation scoffing at the fashion choices of the younger generation.

The meet was at the local high school and had teams in from all around to compete. I was only interested in seeing my daughter perform with her team, but I had nothing else to do in between time so I found myself just sitting in the bleachers mindlessly watching the other teams. It was after the second or third team that I got a very pleasant surprise; a text from Jerome.

Jerome: What's my married white slut up to today?

Me: She is sitting at her daughter's cheer meet, watching the other teams.

Jerome: Oh yeah, I forgot you mentioned that. What are you wearing?

Me: I am afraid nothing too sexy. I am in jeans and a tshirt.

Jerome: What kind of panties you wearing?

He really just got to it with his text messages, and if I wasn't so horny, I may have been a little put off by it. I guess it was his straightforward approach that really gets me going.

Me: A black cotton thong.

Jerome: I want to see.

Me: How?

Jerome: Go to the restroom, and take a picture of them on. Then take a picture of them off and in your hand. Leave them off for the rest of the day.

Me: Okay, but give me a few minutes.

Jerome: Take your time slut.

Putting my phone back into my purse, I looked around to see if I had time to go to the restroom before my daughter's team was up. I didn't see them waiting on the side, so I figured I had at least another ten minutes until they were to perform. With as much composure as I could manage, I made my way down the bleachers, and headed towards the restrooms. Once inside, I was struck with an unexpected obstacle. The restroom was filled with cheerleaders. Some were getting ready to go out and perform, some were using the facilities, and others were just chatting. Thankfully there was an open stall, and I quickly snagged; locking myself inside. I took a moment to steady myself as I felt so nervous behaving in such a manner while so many people were about.

In a sense of resolve, I stood up and unfastened my jeans. Pushing them down to my knees I turned and took picture of my backside to show that I was indeed wearing a thong. With that picture taken, I sat down on the bowl and sent it to Jerome before I moved on with the next one. I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to get my panties off without really being blatant to anyone that would happen to be looking at my legs under the stall door. I would have to take off my jeans completely before I could take off the thong. Knowing no other way to handle it, I simply just went about the process as if it was entirely normal. With all the motion outside it was hard to tell if anyone notice or was even paying attention, but I figured it didn't matter and soon had the thong panties in my hand. A quick snap with my phone's camera, and I was sending off another picture to Jerome. As I was pulling my jeans back on, I received a reply back from him.

Jerome: Well done, but I was thinking that you should also take off your bra. Send me a pic of your bare tits too.

Me: Consider it done.

Without a moment of thought, I unfastened my bra and slipped it expertly off without taking off my shirt. Stashing it with my panties in my purse, I then pulled up my shirt to capture my exposed chest and send the image to Jerome. As I pulled my shirt back down, I noticed that my nipples were rock hard, and because I had chosen to wear such a lightweight and light colored shirt, they were almost completely noticeable. Though I was nervous about going out like that, I figured it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought, and reminded myself that if I acted like it was normal no one else would have a reason to say other wise.

Returning to the bleachers I took my seat, and waited for my daughter's team to perform. On my walk back, I did notice quite a bit of second glances at my chest as people were certainly taking notice of my nipples. I felt so slutty. I was out in public without underwear on, and I did so at the request of the black man I was fucking behind my husband's back. Furthermore, I did so without hesitation, and was actually overly aroused from doing so. My how I have changed in such a short period of time.

My daughter's team eventually did their performance and actually scored well enough to place in the top five. I was so proud of her and her team. She was happy too, and asked if it was okay with me if she got a ride home with a friend so she could stay over her house for the night. I had no problem with that, and told her so. Calling my husband I informed him that our daughter was going to be staying at a friend's house, and that I was going to stop and get stuff for dinner on the way home.

As I got to the store, I felt so sexy walking around with my pointy nipples pressing out of my shirt, and feeling the seam of my jeans rubbing against my uncovered pussy. I could see the other shoppers looking at me and gawking, but I didn't care; I was loving it. Every item I picked out I made sure to take my time and compare it to other options; preferably either on the bottom or top shelf. In produce section, I picked out only long and girthy vegetables, even going as far as to rub some of them seductively. I was putting on a show for the world, and was on cloud nine while doing so. By the time I returned to my car to unload the groceries I bought, I could swear I was creating a wet spot in the crotch of my tight jeans. I was so overly aroused.

Back home, I unloaded the groceries before retreated to take a shower. I needed to try and calm myself as I was so worked up. My husband was too caught up in some sports match to even notice my state, and I didn't have to hide my bralessness from him. In the shower, I soaked under the cool cascade of the water, and made sure not to touch myself as I wasn't entirely sure I would be able to restrain myself enough to not get off. I did however, make sure to clean up my bikini area with a razor, and even with that I got carried away. In one simple stroke of the blade, I removed my simple tiny landing strip, and left my sex completely bare of any hair. It felt so smooth and so naughty. Not trusting myself, I quickly got out of the shower and dried off.

I dressed somewhat conservatively in a pair of leggings and a camisole top, but of course I went without either panties or a bra. I then went about the process of making dinner from myself and my husband. He was still involved in the game on the television, so I busied myself making a soup, and a side of cornbread. The work of making dinner help keep me from thinking too much about Jerome, but each time I picked up one of the girthy vegetables I purchased, I instantly imagined him and his massive cock. God, I had become such a slut.

Eventually, I completed making the soup, and the game my husband was watching came to an end, so we both sat down to eat. We talked a little about our days, and I told him about our daughter's cheer performance. When we finished, we decided to pick out a movie to watch and snuggled up together on the couch. With my daughter out, I could sense that my husband wanted to get sexual. He was rubbing me, and grabbing me in his way of indicating his intentions. While I was super horny, I knew I made a promise to Jerome that I wouldn't get off until I saw him on Monday. I figured that included at the result of my husband's stimulation as well, which in the state I was in was entirely possible. Not wanting to risk it, and also not really comfortable with my husband seeing that I had shaved my pussy bare, I decided the best plan was for me to give him a blow job.

I probably don't give him blow jobs as often as he would like, but whenever I do he always is appreciative. Also, I know that he often is unable to go for a round two after a blow job and they often mean the end of the sexual activity for the night. Armed with that knowledge, I slipped my hand into the waistband of his shorts, and began to fondle his growing manhood. He began to kiss my neck, and I could already feel his arousal nearing its heights. When I felt that he was as erect as he was going to get, I pulled my hand free to help pull down his shorts. Once his penis was exposed, I leaned down and engulfed it in my mouth. He simply let me take point, and leaned back into the couch with his head titled back in pleasure.

With his cock in my mouth, it was hard for me not to compare it to Jerome's. My husband's package is probably just six inches long, and no thicker than a couple of my own fingers, and before I met Jerome I had no complaints. However, now that I was comparing it to Jerome's monster, my husband seemed so tiny and insignificant. What also became apparent quickly was the matter of stamina. I was only working on my husband for about a minute before he began to jerk his hips and spasm. I pulled my mouth off and jerk him to completion onto his own stomach. Compared to Jerome, even the amount of cum he shot was lacking, but he seemed happy and even thanked me once he recovered. I just smiled and kissed him before he got up to go wash himself off in the restroom. I sat on the couch thinking about how Jerome had pretty much ruined me for my husband. I would no longer be able to think about sex in the same way as I had. At least I had Jerome.

As predicted, after my husband came, he seemed to lose steam and energy which led to us soon retreated to bed. He drifted off probably five minutes after getting into it, and I was left horny and wanting. I grabbed my phone and typed out a message to Jerome.

Me: I am so horny. I need your black cock.

However, he did not reply back. I began to browse the web some more, once again looking at tantalizing images of black men pounding white women. When I realized that I couldn't do anything but build up my already high level of horniness, I reluctantly put my phone down and attempted to fall asleep. It took me some time to drift off as all I could think about was Jerome and his thick cock. Monday could not get here soon enough.

The next morning, I awoke to my husband kissing my forehead. He was leaving to go play golf with his friends as he usually does on Sundays. I wished him good luck and then reached for my phone; still no response back from Jerome. Still feeling desperately horny, I texted my daughter to see when I should expect her home. She replied informing me that she was going to hang out at the mall and then see a movie, but would back home for dinner. With both my husband and daughter out of the house for most of the day, I decided to take advantage of my privacy and be naked for the day. Giddy with the idea, I immediately jumped out of bed and got cleaned up. In no time I was in my kitchen, stark naked and making myself a bite to eat.

Taking my food to the living room, I decided to take some time to veg out on the couch. However, it wasn't long until I got the desire to pull up naughty interracial images on my phone. I began getting myself all worked up again as I looked at pictures of huge black cocks being pushed into the asses of tiny white women. It made me long to have Jerome doing just that. I was wrapped up in the size of the cocks, and how stretched out the women had to be to accommodate them. It was in that moment of fantasy and awe, that I remembered the veggies I had bought the day before. In particular, a couple of the very thick cucumbers. In a moment of aroused inspiration, I sprinted off to the kitchen to fetch one of them. I took the thick veggie and my phone with me to my bathroom. Throwing open cabinets, I located a jar of coconut oil that would be perfect for lubrication.

I stationed myself in front of the full length mirror on the wall, and began to slather the oil into my crevice. When I was happy that I had thoroughly slickened myself, I let two fingers slip inside and begun the process of stretching myself in preparation for the larger cucumber. I added a bit more oil, and another finger before I was satisfied with my progress, and reached for the cucumber. It was nearly as thick as Jerome, but just a little shorter in length. With a steady hand I brought it to my slippery hole, and began to apply pressure with it. At first it had no give, but eventually I felt my ass began to relax and open for the green intruder. I felt just as I had when Jerome first penetrated me on Thursday. It was a sort of dull pain that took my breathe away, but would eventually recede and give way to a feeling of fullness.

I kept steady at it, and slowly continued to inch the massive vegetable into my own ass. I felt so delectably dirty and slutty doing such a task, and wondered what Jerome would think if he could see me. That thought caused me to grin and flush. Once I got the cucumber half way in, I reached for my phone and angled myself to capture a picture. I wanted to see what it looked like to have my ass stretched open around something so thick. Looking at the image, I was shocked at just how slutty I looked. It was as if I was a trained porn star stuffing her ass full; I loved it. Inspired by the picture, I pushed on the cucumber and let it sink deeper into me. With it nearly completely inside of me, I pulled back slowly. The full feeling was present and I knew I had become accommodated to it. With deliberate motions, I began to fuck myself with the green vegetable, and the sensation of it sliding back and forth was amazing. I had my phone still in my other hand so I switched to capture video; I knew I wouldn't be able to keep it going for long without risk of climaxing, and I wanted to make sure I record the moment to view later.

After only a couple of minutes, I began to feel the sign of a pending orgasm making its way through my body. Reluctantly, I stopped myself from going over the edge, and slowly removed the cucumber. When it was completely out, I felt so empty and so open. I quickly snapped another picture to see just how gaped open I was. Reviewing the image, it looked as if a small sinkhole had formed in place of my asshole. I reached back to feel, and was surprised to feel how stretched open I was. However, it soon began to readjust, and constrict back to normal. I laid on the cool tile floor of my bathroom for a moment reflecting. I couldn't believe how far I had slipped down the rabbit hole of kinky behavior in such a short period of time. I was a new woman, and couldn't imagine ever letting myself go back to the old predictable me. It was only dirty, and degrading sex for me from that point on.

Eventually, I got myself back up and returned to the couch to veg out in the nude. I smiled to myself, as that phrase had new meanings to me now. For a few peaceful hours, I just relaxed on the couch watching t.v. and occasionally thinking erotically naughty thoughts. I did not act on any of those thoughts however, as I knew if I did, I would more than likely explode in orgasmic bliss. My promise to Jerome would not be broken. I made lunch, and did a few clean up tasks around the house before my husband called to inform me he was on his way home. In a somewhat pout, I retreated to my bedroom to put on clothes. I did however decide to not put on underwear. I wanted to still be a little naughty.

My husband got home shortly after he called, and greeted him from the couch before he went off to shower. I was in a weird state; I was desperately horny, but knew I could do nothing about it, and I hopelessly wished it would just be Monday already. When my husband returned from the shower, I think he picked up on my mood as he asked if everything was alright. I told him I was fine, but I think I was maybe coming down with something. He seemed to accept my lie, and even showed concern for me by offering to make dinner. I thanked him, and told him that would be great. As he went off into the kitchen, my phone buzzed with a received text messaged.

Jerome: Is the married white slut still desperately horny for my big black cock?

Me: Oh my god, yes!

Jerome: Well you will have to wait until Monday, but this should hold you over until then.

Right after receiving his last message it was followed with a picture. It was of his gloriously erect cock. My jaw dropped in awe, and my pussy immediately flooded with arousal.

Me: Oh my! I love it! Thank you!

Jerome: It's all yours Monday. Tell me where and how you want it.

Me: I want it everywhere, in every hole. I want you to use me like the dirty married white slut I am.

Jerome: That's what I like to hear slut. See you Monday bright and early.

I looked at his dick pic again and blushed with excitement for Monday. I just had to get through one night with my family, and I would then be able to give myself over to his powerful cock. There was no doubt about it, I was in heat for his black meat. My thoughts of the potential debauchery of Monday were interrupted with the arrival home of my daughter. I was thrown violently back into my normal day to day life, and I had to bear through it for just a few hours more. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my family, but at that moment I was in urgent need of being used by Jerome and his sublime sex organ.

Dinner, and the rest of the evening for that matter seemed to slowly creep by. I did my best to stay engaged in the conversations at the table, but I kept finding myself drifting mentally to images of Jerome's black cock. Once dinner was complete and everything cleaned, I let both my daughter and husband know that I was going to go to bed early as I wasn't feeling myself. They both understood, and agreed that rest might very well be best. In fact the real reason I retreated to bed so early is that, I wanted to fall asleep, and allow the last hours of my wait drift by without me having to agonize in the wait. It took some time for me to eventually fall asleep, and I was awoken when my husband came to bed, but all in all I was able to sleep the night through.

I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and renewed. Monday had finally arrived and I was anxious, but also excited. As was the routine, I made breakfast for everyone, and wished them on there way as they left for the day. Once they were both gone, I nearly sprinted back to my bedroom to begin getting ready. I showered, shaved, and did myself up. I paid particular attention to my hair and makeup as Jerome requested that I make sure I was dolled up for pictures. Once I was happy with how I looked, I went to my husband's side of the closet and pulled out one of his button down work shirts. He was larger than me, and his shirt did a good job of covering me up. It hung to just below my butt in the back, but in the front because of the buttons, it opened up to almost show off my bare bits. It was very exciting knowing I was going over to my black lover's house in only one of my husband's shirts to get used as a slut.

With a pep in my step I walked to my car which I realized was parked outside of the garage. I would have to step out in just the shirt and hope none of my neighbors would notice. It was a risk I was willing to take however, and without fear I made the trek, and soon slipped into my vehicle bubbling with excitement. I was a buzz as I drove to Jerome's, and I could feel my sex moisten the closer I got. When I finally arrived and parked outside of his house, I had to actively keep myself from running to his front door. Instead I walked barefooted up to his door, and knock confidently to announce my arrival. He opened the door moments later, and greeted with a devilish grin as he guided me inside. He was shirtless, and only wearing a pair of loose fitting basketball shorts. I couldn't help but devour his sculpted body with my hungry eyes.

Inside I walked to just about the same spot as I had the previous two meetings and waited from him to speak. He shut the door behind us, and then walked around to stand in front of me. He said nothing, just stood and looked at me as I waited for his command. His hand came up to the top button of my shirt and began to unfasten it. He continued down the row of buttons until all were undone. My shirt fell open in the front and showed off my smoothly shaved sex. He grinned upon seeing it, and then reached with both hands to push the shirt off of my shoulders. It fell down my arms and pooled on the floor at my feet. Still he said nothing as he stepped back and took a seat on his coach. As he sat he pulled his shorts off and freed his hardening tool. It stood semi erect from his lap; taunting me. All of a sudden his look turned to a more serious demeanor, and he spoke.

"Crawl to me."

I did not falter at his command, dropping first to my knees and then my hands. In the diminutive state I crawled like a pet to him. It was only a short crawl, but it had the impact of putting me in my place and solidifying our roles. I stopped as I reached him, and sat back on my heels just in front of him.

"Put my cock in your mouth, and show me what a married white slut like yourself can do," he ordered.

Saying nothing, I leaned forward and took his stiff and rigid cock into my open mouth. Using my left hand, as I knew he would enjoy seeing my wedding ring, I stroked his smooth shaft as my tongue and mouth began to envelope his manhood. It had been three days since I last had his dick in my mouth, and the way I was slobbering on it showed. My head bobbed like a buoy in the sea, and my fist pumped up and down as if I was shaking a spray can. I was in a frenzied state, and it took one of his powerful hands resting on my head to cause me to calm and slow down. I could sense that with his touch, he was indicating that he wanted to take his time with me. That was fine by me, as any time with Jerome and his glorious cock was a good time for me.

I was deep in my efforts of orally pleasuring his wonderful tool, when he pushed on my forehead and motioned for me to attend to his balls. Dutifully, I snaked my tongue out and began to lap up his full sack. It felt so raunchy of me to be licking his testicles so eagerly, and that was only heightened as he allowed his shaft to rest on my face as I worked. He must have liked what he saw as he reached to the arm of the couch to grab his phone. In an instant he began to take pictures of me, as I obediently worked his balls with my mouth. I'm sure I looked very slutty.

When he grew tired of me licking his sack, he had me refocus my efforts back to his prick. He also, I assumed, continued to take pictures of me while I devoured his black snake. Eventually, I sensed that he was no longer just taking pictures, and was instead recording me giving him a blow job. The reason I was able to tell he was recording, was because while he still focused his phone on me, he began to talk and ask questions.

"Yeah that's it slut, show me how much you love my big black cock in your married white mouth. How much to you love my cock slut?"

Taking my mouth momentarily off of his powerful tool, I responded, "I love your beautiful black cock so much. I need it all the time."

He continued his questioning with, "Does your husband know how much you love my black cock?"

I took a moment to bob up and down on his shaft a few times before I answered, "no, he has no idea how much I love your black cock."

"So you are a cheating white slut who just needs my black cock," he questioned.

Again I took a moment to suck on him some more and then replied simply, "Yes."

Even though I felt ashamed for truly being a cheating slut, it wasn't enough of a feeling to overpower my lust for the wonderful experience of enjoying Jerome's fat black dick. I was in a new mind set, and no longer cared about my previous outside life; I was cutting loose and doing what I didn't risk doing when I was younger. It was great. As I was mentally processing my feelings, Jerome seemed ready to progress the action, and pushed me off of his cock once again before spouting out another order.

"Okay slut, it's time to stuff that tight white cunt of yours. Go get a condom if you must."

He pointed over to the coffee table where in a bowl laid the condoms I had bought days before. I scurried on my knees to grab one and turned back to Jerome who was now standing.

"Put it on me slut," he said referring to the condom.

I ripped open the package, and brought the protective piece of latex to the tip of his cock; unrolling it down his shaft with my hand. When it was in place he reached down and pulled me up to my feet by my armpit and spun me around to face away from him. He then bent me at my waist with a firm shove on my upper back, and without warning began to stuff his fat member inside of my gushing pussy. I moaned out in passionate pleasure. It felt so wonderful to be stretched by his glorious hunk of meat, and knowing he never stopped recording. I quickly began to urge him to use me, and fuck me harder.

"I would slut, but if I am to keep this condom from breaking, I can't go too hard," he replied back to my eager urgings.

Desperately I moaned back, "Please, just fuck me. I need you to use me, and use me hard. Make me your slut."

His reply seemed deliberate and calculated, "I would if I wasn't wearing this damn rubber. If you want me to make you my slut, I'm going to have to take it off."

Only focused on the experience, and being in the moment, I cried out, "Yes please fuck me. I don't care, just fuck me hard."

He took his time to ask me for clarification, "Do you want me to fuck your married pussy without a condom on slut?"

"Yes! If it means you will fuck me like a slut, yes take the fucking condom off," I screamed out in madness.

"You put it on, you take it off," he responded coolly as he pull all the way back and out of me.

I quickly reached back before he stopped me, and insisted I use my left hand, and peeled off the condom from his rigidness. When it was off, he instructed I was to hold it in my hand as he fucked me to remind myself that he was bare inside of me. He then pushed his way back inside of my sloppy sex, and began to hammer away. As promised, his thrusts were harder and faster now that the condom was off. It was amazing the pleasure I got from him slamming his hard length into me, and like he said it would, everytime I looked at my hand clutching the condom I was reminded of his bare cock. It fueled my lust for him, even though I knew it was wrong that he was fucking me unprotected. I could easily get pregnant, but I didn't care as long as he kept pounding away. I could feel my pent up orgasm on the verge of exploding, and my moans must have made Jerome aware of it too, as he groaned into my ear to cum for him. That was all it took, and I was soon screaming aloud with the sounds of a crashing climax come down all over my body. If he hadn't been holding onto my hips while he continued to drive his stake into me, I would have certainly fallen to the floor. While I came down from my high, Jerome just continued his assault on my dripping pussy. He also began to speak to me in his common vulgar ways.

"That's it slut, cum on my cock."

"Show me what a true married white slut you are."

"Such a nasty slut, letting me fuck you bareback."

"I bet you wish I would cum in your cunt, and knock you up."

"Is that what you want slut, you want me to drop my fat black load in your white pussy?"

The more he spoke, the more aroused I became, but I did manage a weak, "no" to answer his question.

He jumped on my response, and rebuttled, "don't lie to me slut, I know you want my nut in you. Just admit it slut."

Again I weakly countered, "no."

"You do slut; it would be so hot for you to take my seed, and get pregnant with my baby," he continued.

"Oh god no. Please don't cum in me," I worriedly responded.

Not backing down, he quipped, "fill you up with my cum, that's what you want right?"

"I can't, not right now," was my feeble reply.

He immediately caught on to my faltering reply and responded in turn by saying, "I knew you wanted my cum in your married pussy slut. You are just my cum dump slut who needs her white pussy filled with black seed. Beg me to cum slut."

Not knowing how to respond, as I knew I couldn't have him spill his sticky seed in my unprotected pussy, but I also desperately wanted him to cum and be the vessel in which he came in or on. With that battle in my head I weakly countered by saying, "Oh baby, I want your cum, but not in my pussy; not this time. Cum in my mouth or on my face. I'll let you have my ass again, but please don't come in my pussy this time."

"Well slut, since you asked so nicely I won't cum in your pussy this time. Next time though, I will have you begging me to fill your womb with my nut," was his reply to my pleading.

He then pulled suddenly out of me, and spun me around. With a firm push on my shoulders, I fell t my knees before him and watched as he fisted his meat in my face. His hand pumped up and down, while he continued to hold his phone in his other hand to record the scene. Eventually, his hand stopped and held his throbbing member as he directed shot after shot of his viscous cum at my waiting face. As expected my face was coated heavily with his warm and sticky ejaculatem, and I could not have been more happy about it. When he was finally spent, he presented the tip of his cock to my lips, and I eagerly kissed and licked away the last little bit of cum he had to offer. Satisfied that I had clean away the last of his seed, he sat back down and looked at me as I looked back through one eye as the offer was practically glued shut with his cum.

"God, you look like a real slut with my cum all over your face like that. Do you like having my cum on your face," he asked.

My response was quick and honest, "Yes. It makes me feel so naughty, but in a good way."

"Yeah I bet; like a naughty cheating wife, in need of black cock and cum. Since you love your facial slut, I will give you two options. You can either leave it on your face and drive home like that, or you can use your husband's shirt to wipe it away and drive home naked. It's your choice," he stated calmly and succinctly.

I had to think it over some, as both options had their risks. If I left the cum on my face, it would be apparent to anyone driving near me what was on my face, and it would also make driving difficult as I could only really open one eye. However, the risk of driving home naked, and being seen completely nude in public was scary. I did however find myself getting more excited at the idea of being so exposed in public, so that is the option I chose, "I'll wipe it off with the shirt."

He didn't make a move to help, but instead titled his head in the direction of the discarded shirt. I turned and crawled over to it, before lifting it to my face and meticulously using it to wipe off the cum. When I finished, I could still feel the sticky texture on my skin, but knew that is was just the residue of the heavy sperm that was embedded in my skin. I turned back to look at Jerome, and I saw him standing pulling his pants back on. My face must have shown my confusion and disappointment because he quickly spoke.

"I know I said we could have a day of fucking, but I think I lost my desire after you made me pull out. I'm gonna go play some ball with my boys, so you can see you way out."

I said nothing, but knelt in place feeling dejected. I couldn't believe he was done with me already; I wanted more, to be his slut and be used. He left the room, and I slowly got up to my feet. As I held the cum covered shirt in my hand, and retrieved my car keys as I exited his house. Even though it was still relatively early in the morning, I was still concerned about being seen outside naked, so I sprinted to my car and quickly pulled away. I was thankful for my windows being tinted as that allowed some coverage to my nude state. As I drove home, my feelings of being hurt from Jerome not using me more began to fade as I started to become more aroused from the fact that I was driving in public completely naked. By the time I was back home, and pulling into my garage, I was absolutely soaking wet with excitement.

Once inside, I was able to calm myself some, and decided on taking a nice cold shower. I needed to but the brakes on my desperate arousal, and also clean myself of the moment of passion I had with Jerome. After my much needed shower, I slipped on a pair of workout shorts and a simple tank top to just lounge around the house in. I checked my phone and was actually surprised to see I had a message from Jerome. He was asking me for my email address so he could send the pictures and video he took of me earlier. As I typed in my email address as a reply, my arousal was back in full effect as I wondering what the pictures and video would look like. I quickly headed to the den to log onto the family computer and await the arrival of Jerome's email. It arrived in my inbox a few minutes later, and I eagerly clicked it open. As stated, he had attached the pictures and video to it, but had also included a brief message.


"You will meet me Thursday morning. I will text you later tonight to confirm as well as with further details."

His message intrigued me, and also made me giddy. He was still interested in using me, and having me perform for him. I could only imagine what he had planned. However, I didn't let myself get hung up on the possibilities of the Thursday meeting, as I wanted to look at the attachments. I loaded up the pictures first and was shocked and excited to see just how slutty I looked. The first images showed me with my face buried in his lap, licking his balls while his cock rest on my face. The contrast of his dark meat on my white skin was very erotic. They progressed to show me taking his massive stick into my stretched mouth, and I looked like a snake trying to swallow down a large meal. The pictures certainly revitalized my horniness level, and when I played the video I could keep myself from immediately touching myself. I found myself in awe as I watched his huge cock disappear into my hole, and actually began hoping that in the video I gave in to his desire to allow him to unload his cum into my pussy. I exploded in another explosive orgasm just as I watched Jerome fire off his semen all over my face in the video.

I was literally a mess; both physically and emotionally. How could I have become so overcome with passion and lust for Jerome in such a short period of time. It seems unfathomable, but now that I was on that path, I only wanted to proceed further down it. There was no turning back, or veering off; I was a slut for black cock.