How I Became A Whore For Bbc

I want to give a little background on myself before I tell you how I became a whore for black men. My name is Sam and I am 36 years old. I'm 5' 2" with brown hair and hazel eyes. At 100 lbs., I am a very petite girl, I'm married to Joe, and we have an 8 year old daughter. We have been married for eight years now, and this story takes place about two years ago. Until two years ago I had always been faithful and had never even considered being with another man. Of course, I had fantasies and urges just like any other woman, and I always wondered if it was true what they said about black guys. After my experience I wondered no more.

One cool morning with Joe off to work, I began my normal routine of getting Jess, our daughter, off to school and had just settled down drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. I was still in my panties and bra, but had them covered up with a robe. The doorbell rang, startling me. I wasn't expecting anyone so I got up and peered out the window. I noticed the cable company van and a tall black man at the door who gave me a slight wave as I walked over to let him in. I had forgotten they were coming today. We had just moved into the house a week ago, and we were finally getting cable. I had been missing all my housewife shows! So I opened the door and apologized for the way I looked. He didn't mind, of course, as he looked me up and down apparently trying to get a peek into my robe. My husband always said black guys are only after one thing, but I honestly hadn't spent too much time around them while Joe is a lawyer and works with them all the time. I took him to the living room so he could get to work and went back to the couch to read the paper and finish my coffee. We made small talk, and then I had to apologize to him again for not offering him something to drink. From the floor behind the TV he said a bottle of water would be great. I brought the water over to him and waited for him to get out from behind the TV. As he scooted out he looked up and realized he could look right up my robe and see my panties. I blushed and grabbed my robe, embarrassed, and I apologized.

He said "Don't apologize. I certainly don't mind, and if you don't mind me saying so, very cute cookie monster panties."

We both laughed out loud and the tension was eased. I went back to reading my paper and glanced up occasionally to check him out, thankful his head was behind the TV especially when I noticed the incredible bulge in his pants. Thinking to myself that it really couldn't be his dick that snaked halfway down to his knee. I have only ever been with my husband, and he says he is bigger than average - at 5 inches. As all this was running through my head I failed to notice that the black man (I never got his name) was now staring at me as I was fixated on his crotch. I jumped up and apologized now for the third time since he had been here. He again said to not worry about it.

"After all I got to see your panties," he remarked "and it's only fair that you got to see what I have."

I tried to speak but nothing came out except, "That cant be real."

He said "I promise, sweetheart, it is."

Embarrassed, excited, and confused I told him that I had to shower and get cleaned up since I had to leave soon. I went upstairs to my room and had a chance to catch my breath and relax.

"Wow, that really must be something else to experience," I thought. "I guess it is true what they say about black guys."

I headed into the bathroom to shower. I took a long, hot shower although I probably should have take a cold shower. I was still turned on and decided to rub my pussy to help relieve some of the excitement. As I stepped out of the shower the black man was standing there waiting for me, and he grabbed me and started to kiss me. I tried to fight him off and screamed for him to leave me alone.

He growled, "I know you want it, and you know you want it so just stop pretending."

I screamed and fought more, but he didn't even really seem to be struggling to keep me under his control. I told him I was married and that he should let me go or I would call the cops.

He replied curtly, "Once I'm done with you, you'll just want more and will be begging for it."

I started to realize that no matter how much I struggled and fought that I wasn't going to win, and I thought that maybe if I stopped fighting he would loosen his grip and I could get away. He started to kiss me again and I turned my head away. He took one hand off my waist and smacked me across the face and told me to knock it off.

"I saw you looking at my dick, and I saw your reaction, bitch, and you want it and your going to love it," he snapped.

He tried to kiss me, and I let him this time. I didn't really kiss back until he touched my pussy. It sent a shiver through my body, and I started to respond to his kisses and kiss him back. He led me by the hand back to the master bedroom.

I said "Please, we can't make love on my marriage bed - I love my husband."

He sat me on the edge of the bed and said, "Don't worry babe, we aren't going to be making love - you are about to get fucked by a black man. We don't make love, not to white sluts."

"I am not a slut," I protested. "I have only ever had sex with my husband."

His reply was that I was in for a big treat. He kissed me again, and I was starting to resign myself to the fact that I was about to get raped by this huge black man. He was standing in front of me bent over as we kissed. He grabbed my hand and put it on his dick outside his pants and moved my hand up and down to make me rub it. It felt so damn big. I couldn't believe they even got that size, and I began to wonder if it would even fit inside me. It felt about as long and thick as a 16 oz water bottle. As I was rubbing his cock I realized his hand was no longer guiding me - that I had been doing it by myself.

I started to move my hand away and he said, "Don't stop babe. Go ahead and feel it."

I paused for a second and knew that even if I said no he would make me anyway, so I made my way up to his belt and unfastened his pants and pulled them down. He wasn't wearing underwear, I was shocked by his huge black dick just hanging there. It was mesmerizing. I sat and stared at it. It was so thick. I had to feel it, so I grabbed it and lifted it up, and my fingers didn't quite make it all the way around its circumference. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. As I gazed, I realized I had begun to stroke this massive shaft and it was still growing.

"It must be ten inches long and so thick," I thought.

The good thing about it was that I knew that there was no way he could fuck me with that gargantuan cock - it was way to big.

"So maybe if I just sucked his dick he would be done with me," I reasoned.

As I was thinking about it he told me to suck it.

"Good," I thought "we can do this and be done."

I was shocked to find out that I could only get the head of his dick in my mouth, but I was trying my best to get him to cum. I must have sucked him for 15 minutes. He told me to lay down.

I said "No, I can't fuck you. You're way to big. It wont fit, and I don't want you to fuck me since my husband and I are trying to have a baby."

He said, "Babe look at your pussy and feel how wet you are."

He was right. I was soaking wet.

I said "Ok, we can try, but you have to wear a condom," and I reached into the night stand where we hopefully had one.

I grabbed it, and the black man just chuckled and said "Ok, no problem. Go ahead and put it on for me."

As I tried to put it on him I realized why he was laughing. There was no way to get it on his massive black dick. He laughed again and said that those condoms are made for white boys, not black dick.

"Now spread your legs - you're about to have the best day of your life."

I slowly opened my legs and tell him to please not cum in me. He agreed saying that he didn't need some white bitch trying to get child support out of him. As he leaned forward and rubbed his dick on my clit, I raised my head trying to look. He noticed and propped me up so I could watch his black meat slide into me.

"Once I enter you, you will never be the same and you might not even feel hubby's little boy penis when he fucks you anymore," he gloated.

He inched forward and put just its head in me, and I came instantly on his shaft. It looked so amazing and felt even better. I was in disbelief. I felt so stretched just from the head. He worked his tool in inch by inch until I couldn't take anymore. It felt like I had a telephone pole shoved in my pussy, and I was so excited that I was actually able to take the whole thing inside me - until I opened my eyes and looked down and realized I barely had half inside me. He slowly began to fuck me, and it was such a great feeling. His cock was so thick that every time he pushed it in or out it rubbed against my clit (which i was not used to with my hubby's little white dick). Soon the black man was fucking me hard, and I came five more times. Never in my life had I felt like this. I was close to orgasm again when he grunted that he was cumming too.

He started to pull out and I screamed, "No! Please keep going! Please fuck me! I'm cumming!! Don't stop! Fuck me - fuck me, fuck me with your big nigger dick! Give me a little black bastard child. Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes!! Fuck me!"

Then I felt his cum shoot into me. He collapsed on top of me, and we laid then for a few minutes as we caught our breath. I started to realize that I had just had a black man cum inside me, and I could get pregnant. I told him to get off me. I had to get up, and I pushed him. As I moved to sit up and run to the bathroom to get the black cum out of me, I saw Joe standing in the doorway.

"Bravo," he said. "You stupid white whore. We're trying to have another baby, and here you are fucking a black man and begging him to cum inside you."

"No Joe," I pled. "I'm sorry. It was an accident."

Joe left slamming the door behind him, and the cable man started to get dressed. I sat on the edge of the bed, and began crying.

Still naked from the waist down, he came over and stood next to me and put his hand on my and shoulder said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble."

I looked up at his huge black dick right in my face and said, "No, it's not your fault. I really did enjoy it, and fuck, I need more."

I stroked his cock wistfully one last time. With that big black sex tool staring me in the face, I knew in my heart that regardless of the love I had for my husband, I now loved black dick and would never be able to live without having more of it. I ended up not being pregnant, and as for our marriage that's a story for another day...