Jamal really owns me now...

My new Black Master Jamal had disappeared for an entire week.

I was desperate. I needed him. I had become addict to his huge black dick. Then, out of the blue, he rang in the afternoon.

I was home alone and Jamal told me that he was sending a good friend of him to my house. I should please him; that was all...

A while later, I opened the door and let the guy in.
I led him upstairs. He was toned, but not so muscular. He was much darker than Jamal and, once he got naked, I noticed that his black cock was not so huge as my black lover’s…

The new guy flipped me onto the bed on my hands and knees.
He then slowly fucked me, taking his time, slowly building, faster and faster, harder and harder.

He did not last long after he heard me coming on his hard cock.
He pulled out and I licked his cock clean with my very wet tongue. The black guy left me truly satisfied with his nice hard cock.
He dressed up again.
Before leaving, he handed me an envelope for my Black Master.

Jamal arrived about two hours later, telling me a couple of business associates had arrived in town and he needed me to please them…

This time, I dressed like the slut as my Black Master just wanted.
I chose a short black leather skirt and a sheer white blouse, matching stockings and high heels.

Jamal said I should wait for them, who arrived one hour later.

The black guy looked a gentleman and he called me Ma’am.
His sexy black wife called me Honey.
Her lips were wet and soft and her body was a killer one.

As I kissed her, her husband lifted my skirt, putting his hand between my thighs. I spread my feet, allowing him better access and I was rewarded with two fingers in my wet and hungry cunt.

I moaned, enjoying the feeling of both wife and husband.

I went down on her, with her thighs gripping my head, as she came in one massive orgasm, squirting in my face.
Soon, his hard black cock was sliding in and out of my wet cunt, as his sensual wife watched from below.

That black man fucked me like his life depended on it.
His wife watched, sitting on a corner. She soon joined us, pushing her fleshy labia on my face, making my tongue get in her pink cunt.

I was coming, again and again, but managed to pleasure her, with my fingers and tongue. I slipped a finger into her asshole, then two.
She pushed back onto them.

“Fuck my ass, please” I gasped suddenly, looking at the man.

He filled me, fucking my asshole very hard.
I clenched my teeth, suffering against his thickness.
Meanwhile, his wife worked my clit with her silky tongue.

Victor arrived from his office when the couple was leaving.
He said nothing and I kissed him passionately.

Jamal rang, telling me he would be at home in less than an hour.
I then enjoyed a warm and relaxing shower, cleaned myself up and dressed again like a slut for my Black Master…
He arrived, walked in as if he owned not only me, but the full house. He took one look at me; he picked me up in his big strong arms and kissed me. I felt him lift the back of my skirt and fondle my buttocks.

I shivered, my nipples got hard and I felt that feeling in my cunt.

I was breathless when Jamal put me back down, my heart pounding, my pussy aching, although I had been very well fucked, twice that afternoon…

My cunt was wet with anticipation. He owned me and I wanted him to use me. I squeezed his cock through his trousers, then unzipped him and slipped my hand inside. He was not wearing under pants.
I felt his cock stiffen quickly, but he pushed my hand away.

“Later, my little white slut, later…” He said, kissing me.
Then he addressed to Victor, who was sitting in the sofa.

“Hey, man… tomorrow we are having a party here. So, you get the beers and some food. You can watch my friends fuck your wife…”
My loving husband nodded in silence.

“Now babe, you can suck my dick in front of your cuckold man…”

I fell on my knees, pulling his black dick out of his trousers; my hungry wet red lips wrapped around his cock head. At the same time, I used my hands to unbutton his jeans, and pull them down, so I could reach his black balls.

His cock was hard now. Erect. Veined. Black. So black. So hard...

Jamal groaned and he grabbed my hair, starting to fuck my mouth. I gagged, more than once, with my saliva running down my chin.
I came, but the sound was muffled by that huge cock in my mouth.

My right hand was between my thighs; rubbing my clit, fingering my wet cunt. He fucked my mouth very hard, ramming his cock in and out, all the time gripping my hair.
I was aware of Victor holding the video camera, filming the scene.

I worked Jamal’s cock, using both hands and my mouth. He came, a huge amount, rope after rope, as he ejaculated into my mouth.
“Now swallow it all, you bitchy married white slut…” He ordered me.

Then he put me on his strong shoulders and made his way upstairs to the bedroom. Victor followed us, but Jamal warned him that we would be alone in the marital bed this time.

As my Black Master locked the door behind us, I felt my cunt wet and tingling, just thinking on the next day party here at home…