NOTE: This is a story. A fabrication. All characters are 18 or older.
SETTING: Studios of the print and online magazine 'Whore Monthly.' Presenter Kingbull interviews housewife whore Susan Masters for the magazine's weekly podcast. The interview transcript will appear in the print and online magazine along with photos and video of this long-time Black cock whore. This is the first in a series of interviews with Masters and several other guests including her pimp and husband.
KINGBULL: Susan, what is your profession?
SUSAN: I'm a housewife prostitute, I guess. Exhibitionist.
KINGBULL: To be blunt, you fuck for money. Is that correct?
SUSAN: Yes.
KINGBULL: I understand you serve a particular clientele. Is that correct?
SUSAN: Yes.
KINGBULL: Do you mind expanding on that? Who specifically do you service?
SUSAN: Black men.
KINGBULL: Any Black men?
SUSAN: No. Mostly professionals, you know, lawyers, doctors, chartered accountants.... I don't do those Black 'gansta' types or drug gang Black guys. You know, the Black stereotypes.
KINGBULL: Do you have a pimp?
SUSAN: No. Not really. Morgan and I have a business partnership, I guess. My clients are referred to him and he makes the arrangements.
KINGBULL: For our readers, please explain who Morgan is.
SUSAN: He's a long-time friend of my husband. He owns a bar and provides a suite above the bar. That's where I work, above the bar. He provides the place and the clients and we split the money.
KINGBULL: Morgan's Black. Is that right?
SUSAN: Very Black. Yes.
KINGBULL: Exhibitionist? You said you're an exhibitionist. Explain.
SUSAN: I take my clothes off in front of people. In public. In semi-public places. Years ago it was part of Morgan's training. Humiliate/reward.
KINGBULL: Hmmm, well, we'll get back to that later. How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?
SUSAN: I'm 42. I turn 43 in April.
KINGBULL: Amazing! You certainly don't look your age.
SUSAN: Thanks. I, uh, work out a lot.
KINGBULL: Yes, I understand you work out quite a lot. How many evenings a week?
SUSAN: Usually three nights, but sometimes four or five. It depends how many conventions are in town.
KINGBULL: So in an average week you might have how many clients?
SUSAN: (hesitates) Oh, I guess maybe 16 or 17 clients a week. But it could be just 10 or as many as 20, 22, something like that.
KINGBULL: So, if you do the math, at lets say 16 clients a week, that would be, let's see, 832 a year. Would that be close to accurate?
SUSAN: I guess. Well, maybe not quite that many. You know, time of the month, a week or two off. Probably more like 600 to 650. Wow! That's a lot. I never thought of it like that.
KINGBULL: How many years have you been a whore, I mean housewife prostitute?
SUSAN: (laughs) Just over 12 years. The first time I ever fucked somebody besides my husband, and for money, was when I was 30. So let's see (hesitates), if my math is right, that's 7,800 times -- not counting Morgan.
KINGBULL: You mean Morgan fucks you?
SUSAN: Oh yes. A couple times a week -- at least. He doesn't pay of course. (laughs)
KINGBULL: Anyone else? I mean who do you spread your legs for? Anyone?
SUSAN: Of course not! No, I mean the guys who pay, yes. Morgan. And well, a few others. Sometimes Morgan gets me to suck off a guy or, um, fuck. At parties maybe. Or different places. I, um, fuck a lot, I guess.
KINGBULL: What about hubby?
SUSAN: What about him?
KINGBULL: Well, I assume your husband fucks you too. Wouldn't that add a few thousand to the count?
SUSAN: (laughs) No, not really. I don't mean he doesn't fuck me. I mean it doesn't happen often and it really doesn't count.
KINGBULL: What do you mean? Explain if you can.
SUSAN: When I get home, on say a Friday night, it's maybe three o'clock in the morning. I worked for six, maybe seven hours, I'm tired, and sore. I usually soak in the tub for an hour and then go to bed. If John's still awake, he'll sit on the edge of the tub and jerk off while I tell him about my night. And some weeks we do actually have sex. Monday morning or evening.
KINGBULL: So he gets to fuck his wife how often?
SUSAN: Hmmmm, well, maybe once a month.
KINGBULL: You said that when your husband fucks you it really doesn't count. What did you mean?
SUSAN: Oh, I think you know what I mean. John doesn't have much of a cock. Maybe six inches. And yes, years ago that was fine. Once Morgan and I set up this arrangement, well, it wasn't long before John's cock and his sexual needs became, well, they just didn't cut it or count. I had real cock and real men who knew how to fuck. I guess it just fizzled off with John.
KINGBULL: That seems a bit harsh. How did your husband react to what you were doing and the fact that he was virtually cut off.
SUSAN: (laughs) Have you ever seen a grown man beg? Swear he'd do anything just to touch your pussy? Just to have one minute of its use? John was like that for ages.
KINGBULL: So what did he have to do?
SUSAN: At first I felt sorry for him and quite often just let him fuck me. But it really got to be quite boring for me. Fucking and not being in the least horny. It got to be pathetic after a while. I guess I became a bit cruel and at the same time realized what power I held over him. So I did some cruel things.
KINGBULL: Can you give us a few examples of the things you did to your husband while at the same time fucking dozens of Black men?
SUSAN: You don't need to make it sound so bad. Some of it he had coming.
KINGBULL: Okay, okay. Sorry.
SUSAN: I remember one day before I went over to Morgan's bar. I guess he hadn't had sex for a few weeks or something. He wanted me then and there but I had to be ready for my first client in less than an hour. I told John he could come by the bar after my last client and he could fuck me then, but only after eating me and drinkng all the last guy's cum. He agreed on the spot.
KINGBULL: So that's what happened?
SUSAN: Yes. After the last guy came in me, I didn't move. I just stayed on the bed making sure not a drop spilled out of my pussy. The guy left and a few minutes later John came in. He did what he promised.
KINGBULL: And then he fucked you?
SUSAN: I think so. I can't really remember. By that time his cock really didn't mean anything to me. It was like having water when you're used to drinking the best wines. Who remembers a glass of water? I know, that sounds cold.
KINGBULL: So he liked eating cum from your pussy minutes after a Black guy shot his load into you?
SUSAN: Oh yes! He seemed to get a big thrill out of it. He came to pick me up almost every night after that and did the same thing every night. I think I let him fuck me most times. I can't really remember. Water and wine. But the great thing about it was that I saved a lot of money in cabs.
KINGBULL: But I guess that ended at some point.
SUSAN: Yes. It was really quite pathetic and I guess some of the staff at Morgan's caught on and gave him a hard time. A couple of the waiters made a lot of fun of him and were asking for blowjobs. I'd say after a few months that ended.
KINGBULL: Give me one other example of something nasty.
SUSAN: (thinking) I teased him a lot. Called him a fag, whimp, pervert. He never seemed to get upset, and of course that just made it worse, so I'd call him worse things. But the whole time he kept saying he'd do anything, anything at all just to fuck me once, or play with my pussy.
KINGBULL: So what did you do?
SUSAN: It was maybe a year after Morgan and I started in business. Morgan and John had been good friends, but Morgan was losing respect and patience with him. I'd complain to Morgan about John's antics and one night I complained once too often I guess. Morgan said it was time to fix John. "Get him to do things," Morgan said. "Make him sit naked in the middle of traffic for all I care. It's what he wants. You make him do something and reward him with your cunt. Could be fun."
KINGBULL: I get it, you were a whore and John wanted to be a slut. He wanted to be used and debased.
SUSAN: Exactly. I'd never thought of it that way until Morgan said that. So I did things. I tied him to a chair naked and invited three of my girlfriends over. I'd been making him wear a butt plug and that day he was wearing it tied to the chair, gagged, in the middle of the living room. The girls walked in and the look on his face was priceless. He turned as red as a fire truck and started to stand up, cover his limp cock and get loose all at the same time. Finally he just sat back down. The girls were laughing and making remarks about his pathetic cock. And one of them had a camera and was taking pictures. But the funny thing was, his little cock got hard and started twitching. My friends knew I was a Black cock whore and started asking me details about fucking Black men. John was going crazy and before I knew it, he ejaculated right there in front of us.
KINGBULL: What happened next.
SUSAN: We all laughed, of course. Gina caught the ejaculation on film. He deflated pretty fast and we started all over again. When he couldn't cum again, Gina jerked him off. And then Rita jerked him off. Laura didn't want to be left out so she jerked him off too, It was so much fun. When they left I told him he could now fuck me but he had nothing left. he couldn't even get it up. He started crying. I promised him there'd be another day.
KINGBULL: Was there? Another day?
SUSAN: Yes. Quite a few of them. All very similar. Variations of course.