When my husband came home after my last meet-up with Dwayne, in which he stripped me, used me, blasted my face with his come, and then tossed me out naked and covered in his sperm, I was a little unsure if I should tell him. I wasn't sure how he would react as he didn't know it was going to happen ahead of time, and I didn't want him to feel like I was sneaking around behind his back. He must have sensed something, because he asked me if everything was okay, and I immediately confessed. I didn't tell him about the blackmail stuff, but I did reveal I met up with him again to have sex.
Not surprisingly, my husband took it well, and in fact got aroused at my retelling of it. We made love right in our living room. It was good, but it wasn't Dwayne good. Terry was so caught up with everything I told him about, he was only able to hold off his own climax for a few moments before he exploded inside of me. I wasn't upset, but instead excited to know that he got off on me being so slutty for another man. I didn't have to feel bad about letting go with Dwayne, and with that realization, I hoped that another meet-up with Dwayne was in my near future.
That night, as my husband and I went to bed, I rolled around unable to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about Dwayne, the things I have done with him and the endless possibilities of things I would do for him. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and I reached for my phone to text him. When my phone screen lit up, the image of me covered in his come only encouraged me to reach out even though it was so late at night.
"I can't stop thinking about you, and this afternoon."
I didn't get a response right away, and with my husband sound asleep, I decided to look back at some of the pictures from our first meeting. Just as I started to scroll through them though, Dwayne replied.
"So my slut is fiening?"
"Oh my god, so badly," I sent back.
"What did you like most about this afternoon," he asked in return.
I respond honestly, "serving your big black cock."
"Is that right? What about the idea of me sending your friends pictures? Did that turn you on too?"
I took a moment to respond; I wanted to think about it. Eventually, I typed, "it scared me."
His reply was immediate, "oh, be honest. The thought of your friends seeing you sucking a big black cock got you wet. You want to be able to show off what a slut you are to them. You're wet right now thinking about it."
While he was correct that I was wet with arousal, the idea of my friends knowing that side of me truly scared me. However, as I thought more about it, I had to admit to myself that I did find the idea arousing, in a nervous getting caught kind of way. I responded with an almost admission.
"Maybe."
He pounced on it right away.
"Yeah, I know you want to be seen as the black cock slut you truly are. That's why you are texting me so late, you need to serve me and my cock. Isn't that right?"
I of course answered honestly and quickly, "yes, I need to serve you."
"Tell me what you are willing to do for me," he commanded in response.
"I will do whatever you wish me to do. I just want to be your perfect white slut," I replied back.
"You really have fallen into your role quite nicely," he began, "how does your husband feel about you being my willing slut?"
"He loves it, especially when I tell him about the things we do," I answered.
"So you tell him everything," he asked in return.
"Well, not everything," I started, "I haven't told him about some of the really dirty stuff."
He pushed me further by asking, "like what exactly?"
I blushed as I typed, "the pee stuff, and that you have 'blackmail' material."
"Does it turn you on to have some secrets from him," he pressed.
"Yes," I replied, before adding, "it makes me feel so naughty."
"You're a slut, you are supposed to be naughty. You want to be naughty for me right now, don't you," he responded back.
I typed quickly in reply, "Oh God, yes."
"Get naked, if you aren't already, and then call me," he ordered.
Wanting to be a good slut, I slipped out of bed, and peeled off my clothes. I then retreated downstairs to the living room to call Dwayne as he had ordered. My heart was racing as I sat down on the couch, and I felt the dampness between my legs indicating that I was very much turned on by whatever was to come. After pressing send to call him, he answered after the second ring.
"Hello slut, I assume you are naked," he asked.
"Yes, I am," I quickly replied.
"Perfect. Where is your husband," he continued.
I answered, "He is upstairs sleeping."
"So my naughty, married, slut is wanting to serve all on her own then," he stated, before adding, "I want you to put me on speaker phone so you can do as I tell you without having to always hold the phone."
Before I answered, I tapped the button to engage the speaker phone, and then said, "Okay, I have you on speaker now."
"Good job slut, now set your phone down and tell me, while touching yourself, how you want to serve me," he instructed me.
Setting my phone atop the coffee table in front of me, I reached my right hand down to my wet slit, and began to speak.
"I want to serve you however you desire. To prove to you that I am the perfect white slut for you. I want to earn the right to be pleasured by your big black cock. Whatever you want, I will do."
"You like being my slut," he asked when I finished.
"Yes, I love being your slut," my honest reply as I continued to slowly stroke my wetness.
Dwayne continued, "Do you love when I make you do naughty and dirty things?"
Again, I answered honestly, "Oh god, yes."
"So you like it when I make you lick my asshole," he pushed.
While I plunged a finger into myself, I answered back mid moan, "argh, yes. I love licking your asshole. I feel so dirty, but I can't help but get turned on by it."
"You get off on the humiliation of it, don't you," he asked, before adding, "and don't you think about coming yet."
I had to slow myself down, to keep from going over the edge, but I managed and responded by saying, "Oh fuck, yes! I love the humiliation. I don't know why, but it turns me on so much when you use me in degrading ways."
"Haha, of course you do slut," he responded to my confession, and then asked, "do you do those types of things for your husband?"
Mentioning my husband, I turned to look at the stairs as if expecting to see him. He was still soundly asleep in bed of course, and I answered Dwayne's question.
"No. He just doesn't have the power to make me do them like you do."
"So is it safe to say then that you have never had anyone else piss in your mouth before," he asked.
My body shivered as I remembered that first night with him. I answered back, simply, "NO."
"But you loved it when I pissed in your mouth, right Julie," he urged.
Calling me by my name, rather than just slut, caught me off guard some, but not enough to keep me from continuing to rub my pussy and reply, "yes. I'm such a dirty slut, but I loved it."
"You want to be open with how much of a slut you are don't you," he asked.
I wasn't quite sure where he was leading with his question, but I still answered, "yes," in my highly aroused state.
"You want your friends to know, everyone to know, that you are just a simple slut for my big black cock," he added.
"Oh god, I don't know. I can't imagine how embarrassing it would be if my friends knew how slutty I was for you," I replied somewhat scared at where the conversation was going.
"You would love it slut. It would be so humiliating for you, and you just told me you get off on being humiliated," he stated before adding, "just think about how turned on you would get if they all saw you with my black cock lodged down your throat, or stuffed in your ass."
I pictured the scene in my head, and I had to admit to myself that it would be so naughty and humiliating to have my friends see me being a slut for Dwayne. With the thought still playing out in my head, I responded, "Ungh, it would be so hot, so humiliating, but I can't see them understanding."
"Really? You don't have even one close friend that would get into it," he quizzed me.
"I don't know, maybe Kate," I answered without really thinking. "She and I have always been pretty close, and she tends to be more open about her sex life."
He responded in a happy tone, "perfect, then we should test her out to see how she would respond."
"How," I questioned, both scared and interested at the idea.
"Simply," he answered, "you are going to take a selfie of yourself right now. Go pose in front of a mirror so our entire body can be seen. Then edit the picture to include text that says 'All yours sir' on it. You will then send it to Kate by 'accident' and see how she responds. Chances are she is asleep, and you won't find out until later, if at all, but the naughtiness of just doing it will drive you to an even higher state of arousal."
I responded back, almost immediately, "Oh my god, I can't believe it, but I actually want to because it is just so naughty and daring."
"Plus, it will make me happy," he said, "and you always want to make me happy."
"Yes, I do," I confirmed.
"Stay on the phone with me while you do it, and make sure to send me the picture, and a screenshot of the text conversation with Kate that has the picture in it," he instructed.
"Yes, sir," I answered, already standing up and making my way to the guest bedroom to use the full length mirror. It didn't take me long to snap the picture, and only a few more seconds to edit so it had the required text. The hardest part was getting myself to press the send button, and as I debated to myself whether or not I should actually do it, Dwayne spoke.
