How I became a black cock slut III - Sex Stories

How I became a black cock slut III

Ok, as you probably know by now, my journey to become a black cock slut was not of my making. It wasn’t my desire at all. It was my husband’s. And instead of being a man and just sharing it with me, he dreamed up quite an elaborate and expensive scheme. First he surprised me by giving me what I’d always wanted: big tits. But at the time I thought he was just doing something nice and loving for me. But no, his plan went far deeper. After moving he opened up my naughty side by play acting with me. It all started with smoking. He knew my history for this. I had shared with him what I thought about the kind of girls who smoked. Then, after we got my killer rack and we moved to a new town where nobody knew us, he had me show off my killer rack at the mall; he also talked me into smoking as a fantasy thing for him. Then he used porn to educate me to how big cocks could really be-especially black cocks. After this he steered me further towards his goal by fucking my tight little pussy with ever bigger objects and opening my eyes to what it felt like to have my pussy stretched and filled. Finally, he arranged for us to “accidently” meet an extremely hung black man and I had my first real black cock-and found out how massive a good fucking can really be. The real thing was far different than the objects and fantasies. There was a viral confident man behind that huge ebony cock, and that added the mind fucks that I have grown to love so much. Add drinking and pot and I’ve come a long ...

... way from the average woman that I used to be. I guess I keep writing and recapping how it all began because I still have a hard time believing it. Then, for my second black cock-the truly epic fuck of my life-my husband tied into my exhibitionist streak. He really played me. I still love him; but I also felt used and manipulated. A part of me liked that, but another part of me experienced the opening up of some old wounds having to do with sexual experiences I had when I was way too young to have them: and how other people used me when I couldn’t have really known what was going on. So, you can say that my third black cock, the one that this story is about, was kind of a revenge fuck. And this time I was the manipulator. Also, since Glenn is out with the “boys” tonight, he’s not going to know that I’m posting this until it’s too late. Hey, what goes around comes around. And believe me, I’m going to be saying things about him that he’d rather not have anybody know. I know for a fact that several of his friends have read my/our previous posts and so will be reading this one eventually as well. We’ve been in the “lifestyle” of cuckolding for a few years now-and most of our friends (outside of work) already know that. What they don’t know is the whole story of the role that Glenn has come to play in all of this. Well, fuck him. Why should I be the only one out there all naked for everyone to read about-right? So this story is going to be about my third black cock experience-and ...