Well, that night with Rex and Jerome was something else. It's over now. I'm going to summarize it a bit quickly so I can sooner get to telling you all about something even more interesting: How I got Tom, my fiance, on board with my going black, becoming black-only and us both getting black-owned.
Here are the highlights of that night with the two guys, in a few sentences: It was an intense, all-night fuckfest with me as the object of attention. As soon as they got in the door, this new man, Rex, a stranger to me entirely, grabbed me in his arms and jammed his tongue in my mouth--and it felt like down my throat. He held me for a while as he groped me everywhere, frenched me aggressively, and then fingered me. I nearly melted in embarrassment at how soaking my pussy was by the time he probed it with his large fingers. It was such a turn on to be attacked like he was doing by this well-built--but frankly not very handsome --black man. I felt like such a sex object. He then pushed me over the back of the nearest sofa, pulled my panties down just enough, and stuck his 10" or 11" cock inside me in one slow thrust from behind. He held my hips firmly, and I loved it from the start. It was every bit as exciting as the sex with Jerome a few nights ago, but the sluttiness of being used by a total stranger instead of an acquaintance, whom I had at least flirted with and chatted with first, added a new dimension that was new and highly charged. Who would have ever imagined? I apparently LOVED being used by black guys. Yes! Apparently I *did* love being used by big black guys with big black cocks--and I didn't even care if they had a handsome face!
That set the tone for the evening, as I alternated sucking and fucking the two men. Much of the sucking was more like being face-fucked, to be real about it.
Between the two of them, they were able to last virtually all night, and it was probably 5 am or so by the time we were all fucked out. I was swimming in and caked with their cum and my juices.
Tom was still out of town, so when Jerome called me at 3pm that afternoon, after I'd gotten some sleep, it was no problem to pick up. I noticed my pussy felt warm and tingly even from just seeing his number on my phone. Wow!
"Hey, how's my number #1 white slut feeling this afternoon, Sally?" Jerome purred at me.
"Fine, Master, thank you." Even though we were in private, "Master" just felt more natural to me now that I had started to give Jerome so much control over me. The night before was so incredible, I just loved being a slut for him. The memories of all of the night's orgasms flooded through me.
"Calling me 'Master' even though we are talking privately, I see? Well, well.... We must be making progress. Hm..." He paused for a bit. I obediently waited rather than filling the silence. "I think we need to add some structure and build some momentum. Unfortunately, I have a rather busy schedule for the next couple of weeks, even though I'd love to come by and be using my new property as much as possible... I'll tell you what, let's make things a bit of a challenge. I'll be back in exactly three weeks from Friday, which would be three weeks from when I think your fiance is returning, right?" I confirmed it to him, and he continued. "Well in three weeks, I'll come by at 7pm, and you'll welcome me in with a French kiss and him on his knees ready to take my cock out for you. I think you can swing it. Okay? If you can't swing it, MAYBE we'll figure out another way forward, but I could decide to play with some other sluts and make you wait longer, got it? So if you want to get fucked by me more faster, that's your motivation, okay?"
My pussy tingled. I loved the image of greeting him that way with my Tom in that submissive cuckold role. I tried not to answer too quickly. "Yes, Master. That sounds exciting. I like taking on a challenge if it will please you, Master."
"Great. You're going to want some advice. When we hang up, I'm going to text you a few web addresses and also phone numbers of a couple of my friends' top white sluts, who you can go to for advice. I'd like my new slut Sally to succeed! Alright? Well, good luck with the next few weeks! Oh, and I almost forgot. You can only orgasm when needed to give Tom motivation and never in private, got that? In fact, tell him that you're only allowed to come on a phone call with me or while using a big black dildo, and use that as one of your tools to manage him." And of course, I acknowledge my Master.
"Slut, would you like to rub one out quickly before I go and this next phase begins? I have about three more minutes..." Jerome continued.
"Oh, yes, please Master!"
"Very well then, get busy, slut! I'm just going to read this sports article I have in front of me, and you have until I finish! I suggest you look at one of the pics of my cock on your phone to help you out."
I was so horny and excited about everything going on, I was so thrilled that I was getting even closer to being fully black owned by Jerome, with my fiance as cuckold, that it took me next to no time to rub one out. "Arrrrgh, yesss!!! Fuck, yesss!!!!!!! Cumminnnnnnnnggggg!!!!" I yelled into the phone, in about a minute.
"Excellent, babe," Jerome said to me. "I'm so glad for you that you're so excited to be taking these steps towards becoming my full time black only slut. Excellent!! This is a big turn on for me, too!!"
Jerome paused for another moment, and I could tell he was thinking of more ideas for me. "You know what," he soon added. "If you promise not to even let Tom's dick in your pussy not even one more time, not even in your mouth one more time--nor of course to give him your ass virginity... Well, then you can come ONCE more tonight. Okay. Now would that be worth it? Would you like that trade-off? Is coming now worth making him lose out on the proper sex-goodbye he deserves, are you turned on enough that you would take that trade-off? Are you selfish enough and devoted enough to being black-owned that you would do that to the man that you have loved??"
I was torn. I paused and thought about it for a few moments. And, you know what, it wasn't so much about how horny I still was--although I was VERY horny--it was about my sexual devotion that was growing to Jerome, so I asked him. "You tell me, Master... Would it turn you on if I *did* take that trade-off?? I'll let you decide, Master. If it's going to be a turn-on for you, and you tell me to do it, I'll do it."
"Yes, then absolutely, slut. You go take that trade-off. You rub another one out--and you promise us both that none of your holes will touch his dick again ever! He only gets handjobs--and only when I say, and only for the first twelve months, MAX! You do go for it, slut!"
