Betsy And Me Ch 02 Meeting Master

WARNING: This story is a continuation of Betsy & Me, Black-Owned Ch. 01, which I first published many months ago. To folks who have been waiting, thank you for your patience! (I seem to be more interested in starting new adventures than in adding to prior adventures, but I'm going to try to circle back more in the future.) Like the earlier chapter, this is a hardcore interracial cuckolding story, with bi/gay themes, humiliation, submission, breeding, and more. If you don't like really perverted stories, please skip it. Negative remarks will be deleted. Be kind, and don't leave a negative rating just because it isn't YOUR kind of story-- skip the story instead. Thank you!

ADDITIONALLY: The story will be easier to follow if you read the first chapter first. I'm not going to start with a big recap, for instance. But it should still be hot if you jump in and happen not to have all the context. 🙂

A note on categorization: I was really torn on how to categorize this kinky story. In the end, because the central erotic fascination is--once again--white people's lust for BBC, I put it in "interracial." I figured that would also help my fans be sure to see it. Cheers!

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After a car ride that seemed to last forever but in reality was only thirty minutes, we arrived at our friends', Allison's and Ben's, place.

My little white five-inch "boi clit" was rock hard and oozing precum, I was so excited. Betsy's pussy was already wet as well. In fact, she was soaking. I could smell her aroused pussy so, so strongly in the car. That of course meant my wife was already immensely excited also. "Good! That's as it should be!" I thought to myself. "A white wife--MY super adorable white wife--SHOULD be excited beyond belief when she's about to get black-owned and black-bred!"

The excitement of turning my cute little blonde Betsy over for blacking, black-only, black ownership, and black breeding at our first meeting with Master Malcolm--the excitement had been building for months. For her and for me. I was going to get blacked, too. I was going to have to service Master Malcolm however he required as well. Betsy was going to have to give up her anal virginity to Master Macolm as well as give up her pussy for ownership and to be bred.

It was what the interracial sex community would call the white couple's "quadfecta": the woman being black-only, black-owned, black-bred--plus on top, the husband black-owned as well.

We were going to go directly from our teasing and warm ups at home, from my wife withholding from me and taunting me, right into the quadfecta with our BBC initiation. With Betsy fertile, for good measure. While I'd already given a good number of BBC blowjobs as a "credibility check" for Malcolm, Betsy still hadn't gotten any black cock at all. Betsy was heading into tonight a complete BBC virgin--her dildo definitely didn't count.

The idea was that hopefully Betsy would get bred her first time even meeting Malcolm. As I mentioned before, this was the approach that Malcolm required. And we were both excited to yield to it! Malcolm was one of the most sought-after black masters in our area, and this was the only way he would agree to black a new couple: the shock-and-awe immediate quadfecta approach!

Betsy, by the way, is quite the cutie, let me remind you. (I realize it's ages since I wrote the first chapter!) A young-looking thirty years old, my wife has innocent all-American "girl next door" good looks (blonde hair, blue eyes, cute face), coupled with a pleasing figure and especially nice hips along with an outstanding medium-size bubble butt. While she isn't some ultra-tall sleek model, she's incredibly attractive overall. I don't think I have a single friend who wouldn't like to fuck my adorable wife if given the chance.

Me, Rob? I'm a nice looking 5'11" 35-year-old white guy, with a pretty good build. Successful. Earn a good living. And I have a nice personality with a good sense-of-humor. My biggest shortcoming is exactly that, a shortcoming. I have a small white-guy five-inch little dicklet that sometimes I feel barely qualifies as a "penis"--and certainly that's how my beautiful wife now feels about my teensy weiner.

Betsy teases me nowadays that I have a "boi clit"--useful just for my own pleasure--similar to how her regular, female clit is for her pleasure. Definitely my penis isn't a cock! Not even a dick. Maybe a "dicklet." But, most often, my wife calls my penis simply my "clit."

On the way over to meet Master Malcolm for the first time, Betsy taunted me as she showed me her positive ovulation test and talked about how excited she was to be black owned and bred after all these months of psychologically preparing ourselves for it.

Finally we arrived at Allison's and Ben's nice, suburban home.

We walked up to the door. I was a little embarrassed as my pants were visibly tented in front by my hardon, and I even had the beginnings of a wet spot from my abundant precum. So embarrassing! Even though my boi clit is just five inches, it still created a visible tent. And there was no pretending that the dark wet spot on my light tan pants was anything other than precum, no.

Betsy picked up on my concern and offered reassurance. "Rob," she said, "No need to feel awkward about your cute little tent in your pants--nor even your blotch of precum that's seeped through. Everyone's here to be focused on Master Malcolm taking me black-owned and breeding me. It'll only relax everyone to see that you're turned on, and the small size of the tent from your little boi clit will help everyone see why this is such an important move for me--I mean, for us! It'll be good. You can be proud of your little tent and teensy wet spot, Sweetie! They are just right for the situation!"

And she gave me a gentle little patronizing pat on the crotch with her palm. It clearly wasn't meant as anything sexual to her. Still, it was the most touching I'd had from her in months, and it sent a jolt of excitement through me, a shiver through my spine.

Betsy noticed my reaction and teased me. "Tsk, tsk! I suppose that felt sexual to you, Rob! Ha! Hahaha! Yes, I guess that's the most I've touched your little 'clit' in forever. Sigh. That's how it goes for the subordinate beta cuck!"

Then she added, "Alright. Enough chit chat! Let's ring the doorbell. Time to get me properly fucked at last!"

I rang the doorbell for us, and my friend Ben--who had become a white beta cucky, subordinate to BBC, a couple of years earlier--quickly came to the door to let us in, but with an uncomfortable look on his face. I sensed something was up.

He led us into the living room, and I immediately saw why Ben had been uncomfortable.

Allison was getting up from a sofa to greet us, a wine glass in hand--that was expected.

Ben, Betsy, and I were standing there, ready to say "hello" and be sociable. However, one person was totally unexpected, totally not who we expected!

Instead of Malcolm, who we had all these months expected would claim Betsy and me for his amusement, there was Craig, my biggest rival in life--who also happened to be a massive, 6'2"-tall black guy. Instantly, it clicked that Craig was there most likely INSTEAD of Malcolm!

Fuck! I was stunned and shocked! Horrified, even!

My heart skipped several beats. I stopped breathing, I think.

I hated this guy--absolutely HATED him.

Craig ran the consulting firm that was my biggest competitor in the region. He had made my life miserable on multiple occasions by acing me out of opportunities. We had also been rivals in grad school, where he had routinely bested me as well--often claiming the only "A" in a class graded on a curve, relegating me to an "A-" or a "B" even.

And he flirted with Betsy shamelessly whenever we were at civic or industry functions together, which was unfortunately frequent.

It would have been nice to have been able to blame Craig's success on him getting racial advantages in contracting, but nope. I couldn't honestly do that!

The guy was genuinely smarter than me.

It made it *so* much worse to be fairly bested! I couldn't even really complain!

Nope. I couldn't really fault Craig's better business results on anything other than him having greater competence!

I always tried to work a little harder so our service could equal his, and yet still I struggled--and failed--to match Craig's success.

And here he was--apparently--in place of the stranger, Malcolm, whom I had expected was going to own us.

I gave a quick look at Betsy. She's well-acquainted with Craig, too, and her face reflected equal surprise. She looked stunned, and her eyes were wide with anxiety.

Unlike my sense of horror, however, in Betsy I detected curiosity. "Fuck!" I thought to myself, "My wife is going to want to move forward! She's going to want to let Craig be our black master! She's going to want him to black her, black own her, black breed her--and have me submit to his BBC as well! Shit!!"

Objectively, Craig had a ton going for him. In addition to being brilliant and successful, he truly was charming and charismatic. His face was a bit misshapen--ugly, maybe, even--and he had a big gut, but his large size and charismatic personality seemed to make him compelling to women.

I'd always known that Betsy was attracted to Craig. She would try to flirt when she thought I wasn't looking. But I still saw her doing it.

It was hard to fault my wife, really, though. Craig had a natural way with the ladies. And the rumors were that he was quite the cocksman. Since I'd heard those rumors--I realized in a flash--Betsy probably had, too. "Shit! I'm sure she now wants to see for herself!" I thought. "I'm fucked! If Betsy gets her way--as she likely will--my rival is going to be our BBC owner! Fuck!"

Ben handed each of us a glass of wine, and encouraged Betsy and me to sit down on a loveseat just adjacent to the sofa where Craig was sitting. Ben sat next to his beautiful brunette wife Allison on a second loveseat.

Allison spoke first. "I'm sure, Betsy and Rob, that you are surprised. That's totally understandable. You see our 'friend' Craig here runs in the same 'guild' of 'Black Masters' as Malcolm. In fact, he's claimed me multiple times in all my holes--much to my satisfaction! Ben has definitely enjoyed watching... Well... Malcolm and Craig got to talking recently, and they together decided it would be hotter if Craig--as Rob's real-life rival--would take you both black and own you instead of it being Malcolm. Both Malcolm and Craig thought it would be a hot idea. Craig's always fancied Betsy, and, Rob, he would savor subordinating you, as well."

When Allison paused, I wanted to jump in. My mind was racing for a way I might be able to stop this. All that came out of my mouth to begin with was, "Uhhh...."

Ben spoke next. "Yes, Rob," he started, "We all understand your being shocked and surprised... And to be clear, Betsy and you have free will, have freedom... You do not have to go forward if you don't want to... But so you are clear... This is now the only path on offer for you from the Black Master's guild in our city... So it's Craig to own you... Or you have to find some other path... And another city won't be easy... As the Masters will send the word out to blackball you as disobedient if you turn down Craig... This is just par for the course with them... This is very typical, really--if they have a chance to pair new white submissives with a Black master from their regular life--and especially a rival to the cucky--they almost always go for it... It's just hotter for the Black masters this way... I'm sure you'll understand eventually!"

This whole time, Craig had sat silent, sipping a scotch, and clearly trying not to smirk. He was not generally a cruel fellow, and I guess he was trying to avoid rubbing it in, the predicament that he and Macolm had decided to place us in.

After Ben, Craig finally spoke up. "Truly, Rob and Betsy, all of us will understand if this turn of events is simply too much for you... It is a lot to ask--I know--for you to become owned by me, Rob's long-time--and more successful--rival in real life... We're all sympathetic to how awkward this must be for you... But perhaps it will end up hotter, sexier for you, too? Hmm? Perhaps the submissiveness, Rob, that you were yearning for will be more sublime, more poignant at the tip of my big black cock, even, than it would have been with Malcolm? Perhaps watching me own and breed Betsy will be even more erotic to you, Rob, than it would have been if it were Malcolm? And for you, Betsy, when was the last time you had an actual decent-sized penis inside you? How long has it been? Hmm?"

It clearly was not a rhetorical question that Craig posed to Betsy, judging from the way he looked at her. So, she replied.

"Uhh... I guess it depends on what exactly you mean by your question, Craig!" Betsy said. "You know, since Rob and I started training for tonight, I don't think of his little thing as much of a 'penis' anymore... and I would never call it 'decent-sized,' besides-- no. No. Rob's little weiner is more of a 'boi clit'.... And we've been married for four years and dated exclusively for two years before that... I've been faithful the whole time, so I guess it's been over six years since I've had a proper-sized penis in me, actually!!"

"And, Betsy," Craig continued, "Do you really want to leave here tonight without getting fucked properly after going so long without? I know it's been months since you've been laid, even at all... Do you really want to leave without feeling my giant black love pole deep up inside you--after preparing so long and thoroughly to get blacked tonight? I know you're ovulating, and so I know you're especially yearning to get fucked... Can you see yourself leaving instead of moving forward? Can you see yourself leaving without continuing to get your mind, spirit, and body rewired for BBC? I know you've been going through all those 'phases of acceptance' for Rob--but at the same time, you've been rewiring your own sexuality, too, certainly, haven't you? You've begun reprogramming yourself, on every level--physical, mental, spiritual-- so that nothing in life is going to be as important to you as BBC... Isn't that right?"

"Honestly, Craig?" Betsy responded. "Actually, that all is TOTALLY right... I *have* started to reprogram myself to be centered on BBC as the most important thing in my life... absolutely... I already dream every night about getting black fucked, owned, and bred. Yes. I do. And I can't really imagine waiting any longer to get blacked... Especially with being fertile and just having ovulated... I'm so fucking horny!! I can practically TASTE it! I could never imagine being so ready for anything in life! ... And I have been attracted to you for so very long--as I bet everyone here knows... I'm super 'ripe' to get black fucked--and that's just how it is!! I simply *have* to move forward-- I simply *have* to get black fucked at last!"

"Haha!" all of Ben, Allison, and Craig laughed, nearly in unison. Only I failed to join in the merriment. Only I was scared and hesitant.

"We knew it!" Ben chimed in. "I tried to have a bet before you got here about whether you would go forward with getting blacked tonight, Betsy, and no one would take the 'no' side of the bet! We all knew you were going to 'need' to get blacked anyway, we all knew that you would be flexible about it being Craig instead of Malcolm... We all knew you would be too horny to back out!"

"But Betsy," Craig interjected, "You didn't even ask Rob how he feels, if he's okay with it! What's with that?"

"Oh, come on, don't be silly!" Betsy said. "I lead our sex life now, Craig... Or I suppose now it's 'MASTER Craig.' Yes... Master Craig, I lead things! Surely you must sense that! I decide what I want and need, and Rob finds a way to make that sexy for him, too! It's delightful, I assure you! I want and need *your* BBC, and if Rob isn't interested in staying, I guess he can wait in the car! But... I don't think that'll be an issue... Look how Rob's crotch is still fully tented, everyone! Rob can't hide it, he's incredibly turned on! He's dying to see me get even further centered on BBC and fucked a million times better than he ever could! I bet you could make Rob even give up a limb to watch you fuck me, own me, and breed me, Craig!"

"Ha!" Craig responded, as Ben and Allison also chuckled. "That's the spirit, Betsy! I like that spunk! But... unfortunately it's not that simple... I'm only going to black you tonight on the same terms that Malcolm had planned: the full black-ownership 'quadfecta.' And, as you know, that means that Rob has to pay homage to my cock... Not quite giving up a limb--but he has to submit to my cock, too... and of his own free will. Further, Rob has to commit to sucking me off with devotion whenever I might like, and as much as I might like... As well as all other black cocks that I may direct... and he can assume that it will be many! So, for better or worse, you need Rob to opt in, or you are not going to get blacked tonight! Rob also has to accept and expect that my BBC friends and I will also claim and plunder his 'boi pussy,' too... Yes, we *will* take him fully gay... as it will amuse us! I'm secretly bi, and it will *definitely* amuse me!"

"Master Craig!" Betsy nearly shouted. "You must be shitting me?! Even after all these years of you wanting to fuck me, you're going to insist on the quadfecta or nothing? Really?!?"

"Yup!" Craig said, matter-of-factly. "Those are the rules. I would lose my standing in the Master's Guild if I handled it another way... And to help, I have a back up plan for my own needs... You see, Allison would be more than happy for me to plow her instead of you if Rob isn't ready to commit and comply... And Ben's boi pussy is on offer to me as well... Isn't that right, Allison? Ben?"

"Oh, yes sir, Master Craig!" they responded energetically, nearly in tandem. "At! Your! Service!" and they both added a playful salute before saying further. "Nothing would please us more!"

"Thank you, slut Allison and faggot Ben!" Craig said to them. "I appreciate your loyalty and availability. I will make it up to you--or perhaps we will be coupling in just a few moments!"

For whatever reason, it seemed I should keep silent until I was personally addressed, and so I did.

I noticed Ben was smiling wide, savoring my predicament. "Hm," I thought to myself, "I guess he thinks of me as his cucky rival now? And he's enjoying watching me about to fall into submission, too. Yes, that must be it... Golly, can I blame him?"

Then Ben chimed in. "It looks like Rob's crotch is still tented! I bet he's ready to fulfill his role in the quadfecta! How about it Rob? Are you ready to pay homage to Master Craig's giant cock, to suck his cock as much as he might like, to suck all the BBC he 'assigns'? And even to get ass-fucked by as much BBC as he so decides? Hmm? Are you ready?"

Master Craig jumped in to add before I could answer. "Oh... And to be fair and up front... I want you to know, it's going to be two or three black cocks to suck at a time, at various different locations around town, for fifty nights straight... Including if you're on a business trip! I can easily arrange for BBC anywhere you travel! Probably you'll get fucked in the boi pussy about every other night as well--that should be what your ass can handle... Yes, you'll get it in the boi pussy because--let's be realistic here--you will soon be begging for it there anyway! Ha!"

Craig paused to smirk this time and take a sip of his scotch. Then he continued laying it out for me. "Yes, we'll get your 'cock count'--your number of BBCs served--up to at least one or two hundred before we slow it down. Yup. That should do it. I find this 'shock and awe' approach is best... And you need to understand that all that black cock in your face, throat, and boi pussy... together with a complete lack of sexual attention from any woman... Well, certainly it will turn you fully 'gay for BBC'... Yeah, you'll still enjoy watching Betsy get blacked, and you'll get pleasure from cleaning her holes or a mercy handjob when I so order it... but you--just like your beautiful wife--will become fully rewired with black cock owning your mind, body, and soul... You two are going to become fully committed black cock sluts together! Yes, soon you will be begging to get black fucked in your ass, dipshit--yes, you will!"