The usual disclaimer goes here! Do not read this story if you don't like nasty interracial stories. Just skip it. This one may eventually include a cuckold even going gay. Don't read it if that will not excite you. :-) Negative comments will be deleted (write your own story!). Thank you!
ALSO-- I highly recommend reading chapter 1 first. I did *NOT* write this to be an independent story. Enjoy!
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For the next week, I could think of little else in my spare time but my conversation with Allison and how she and her husband, Greg, wanted to convert me--me and my husband, Ted--to Black cock.
Yes, my job kept me busy. Luckily.
But when I was not at work, my mind quickly wandered to daydreaming about being blacked. I would dream about how great it would probably feel to finally go black with a real man--rather than just my big black dildo--and not just any real man, but Greg, my friend Allison's real live hunky husband.
My panties were constantly wet. Luckily, Ted was away on a business trip, or I'm sure he would have frequently smelled my oozing pussy around the house, and I would have had to talk with him before I was ready. Before I knew for sure that I wanted to undertake "the commitment." Before I knew for sure that I also wanted to manipulate Ted--if it even took any manipulation--to "the submission."
"The commitment" was the process where I would most likely end up going black only. "The submission" was the process where my husband, too, would submit to black cock, and maybe end up significantly bi or even gay.
After my second day, in this chronically aroused state, I realized I had no choice. That the only way I was going to be able to reclaim any normalcy for myself was to slake my new, more extreme level of black cock lust. I had to get blacked, or my pussy would ooze all the time as its form of begging me! My pussy and my sex drive were not to be denied! They craved black cock as much as a thirsty person craves water.
The third day after our initial talk, I cornered Allison on a break again. She was far from surprised.
"Let me guess," she said. "You have scarcely been able to think about anything other than my husband, Greg, 'the commitment,' and 'the submission' since I told you about them three days ago. Am I wrong?" She asked it with a genial smirk. Yes, she was smirking at me, but it was with kindness, not cruelty.
"Uh..." I muttered, embarrassed and taken aback to be so quickly called out. I was ordinarily a somewhat shy woman!
"So, you want to go through with it, don't you? You can't even imagine how you would move forward in life unless you do get blacked, I am guessing... Am I wrong?" Allison dug into it further.
"Uh... No, you're not wrong!" I finally formed some words. "In fact, you are definitely right! I want to-- no, I *need* to move forward and 'commit' to your husband... And, yes, somehow, I'll have to get Ted to 'submit' to Greg and other black cocks, as well!"
"Let me feel your pussy," Allison said matter-of-factly.
"What?!" I said back, more flummoxed than ever.
"We're in private in this windowless conference room. Go jam a chair against the door--you're closer--and then loosen your scrubs pants and let me feel your pussy." Allison clarified.
"Excuse me?!" was my response.
"You heard me. I'm going to lend you my husband to take you to sexual nirvana for what will end up being at least a month but could turn out to be forever. The least you can do is let me feel how badly you want him even now, even in the middle of your work day. I'm dying to see how soaked your pussy is. I'm bi and a dominant with women, and you're going to give me access to your cute little pussy if you want things to go further."
I wasn't initially excited to comply with Allison. I had to take a beat and think about it.
I had never been consciously attracted to other women. But I wasn't repulsed by them, either. And I so desperately wanted Allison's husband, Greg, to black me with his massive cock. I thought about it just briefly, and I realized that it only made sense for me to yield. It wasn't going to hurt me, after all, and I might find I liked it. And besides, I had to yield to get to Greg's cock--and I *needed* Greg's gorgeous, giant black cock! I desperately need it!
"Uh, okay, I guess! But this is very new to me! You'll be gentle?" I asked.
"You're becoming a black cock slut, Melodie. 'Gentleness' is something that you will sometimes receive--but not always... In fact, 'gentleness' will be a rarity... And you should learn not to expect it... I'll touch you as I see fit... But I'll tell you this much, I will bet you're going to like it!" Allison scolded me for expressing myself.
But if I was irritated at how Allison was talking to me, I didn't let it stop me from complying with her wishes!
I walked over to jam a chair by the door--as instructed--and then walked back to Allison, stood right in front of her, and loosened my pants.
Allison is a tall, sexy redhead I should mention. If I'm honest, I think most men--and women--think she's a knockout. She has super long legs that bring her to about 5'11" in height. Her torso is normal sized, even petite. Her curves are impressive, and I'm guessing she has dd-cup breasts--definitely bigger than my c-cups. She's not a lot bigger than me, but her extra six inches in height and her much larger breasts made her physically intimidating.
Allison has a beautiful face, as well. It occurred to me that if I was going to acquiesce to a lesbian experience, I should be pleased that it's with such a sexy and gorgeous companion!
Now that I was about to yield to her sexually, I also found Allison physically intimidating in a way that began to turn me on. Notwithstanding being so incredibly feminine, Allison was going to "take" me, I realized.
And so she did.
Allison quickly spun me so that my back was to the wall and pressed me against it.
