Author's caution: This story is interracial cuckolding with humiliation and explicit bisexuality. Skip it, please, if you do not like any of these concepts. Thanks.
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I'm writing this for you all in Literotica mainly so that I never forget it.
I'm John. My girlfriend is Sally.
I had long had an interracial porn fetish, including all kinds of fantasies, but mostly involving big black cocks and white women--and including progressively more extreme cuckolding fantasies. The biggest turn on for me was when a white couple ended up with the girlfriend or wife becoming completely black only and even black owned.
Of course this wasn't something I could just spring on Sally early in our relationship. I waited until several months in. Until after one evening when I noticed her eying a handsome black guy at a club. Soon after that, I took the bold leap of seeing if she had any interest in porn. To my delighted amazement, she shyly admitted she did--but she was too shy to admit what kind. She agreed that I could rent some for us to enjoy together and "see how it goes."
I started small. Some basic white-on-white porn, and with simple, gentle plots that seemed non-threatening to me. She did get a little turned on, and so did I, and our sex improved a bit.
From there, I gradually took some more chances. For instance, finding some group sex and swinging videos for us to enjoy. We both liked those two.
Eventually, as I had long intended, I showed her interracial porn. Wow, did this light her up! I never knew or imagined my shy girlfriend could get so horny! It was impossible for her to hide the much greater effect the interracial porn had on her, so we started opening up about our fantasies.
I soon admitted that I had long been fascinated by giant black cocks together with white women, and even by the cuckolding kink, including humiliation and "black ownership." Sally did a little reading and then even confessed to me that the whole idea of becoming black only and black owned is a turn on for her--even while maintaining a white guy cuckold to watch and dote on her.
To her and to me, "black owned" means that white woman--and likely her white cuckold, too--are under the total control of a Black man, woman, or group. It's a greater level of life and sexual commitment for white people than simply the woman deciding only to have sex with blacks. It's "next level," so to speak.
We laughed and joked about how compatible our fantasies are and whether somehow we sensed this unconsciously when we started dating--as improbable as that could be. She also teased me that I could never handle it in real life-- and I teased her back that she would probably just faint from fear in the presence of a real BBC.
It was terrific fodder for our love life and for us kidding around and growing closer. Who knew if Sally would ever try a BBC, much less ever become black only or black owned? Even so, it was great to have this added dimension to our love life together.
In addition to having a compatible fantasy life, Sally is the so-called "total package" all around, and I was starting to think--and hope--that she might be the one for me, that maybe we would eventually get married. She was a little on the tall side for me, matching my 5'11", but she was so smart, fun, and gorgeous, I was okay with this one "imperfection," so to speak.
Also, despite her height, Sally was still kind of a petite girl, just with really long legs and beautiful D-cup breasts! Her flowing blonde curls are fabulous, as are her blue eyes and sweet smile. She has feminine petite shoulders, a small waist, nice wide hips for welcoming a fellow in, and a sweet, medium-sized bubble butt. A perfect feminine form.
It was not hard to visualize Sally taking on a perfectly formed big black Adonis, especially with those generous hips of hers.
Despite being gorgeous, Sally still has a shy side to her, and is usually a quiet girl.
We did eventually progress from us fantasizing about Sally being with a BBC to my using a big black dildo on her. I bought one, and one day when she was especially amorous after some porn, I took a chance bringing it out of my dresser. She squealed in excitement and fear both, and at first said no. But after I got her to play with it for a few minutes in her hands, and reminded her that I would go as slow as she wanted me to with it, she relented.
The dildo was modeled after the porn star Mandingo, whom Sally had seemed to really enjoy watching in action. To our shared amazement, she got it about half way in on the first thrust. After about ten minutes, I had it three quarters of the way in, and she had orgasmed twice! Another five or ten minutes, and Sally had the dildo balls deep and was thrashing her way to a third screaming and screeching orgasm--the biggest I had ever seen her have! She even went limp afterwards and drooled out of the side of her mouth. I don't think I'll ever forget the contented, fully-sated look I saw on her for the first time that night--but since then I have seen it often repeated.
Needless to say, that Mandingo dildo became a regular fixture, and I even had to remind Sally to fuck me also once in a while!
Within a few weeks, Sally barely fucked me at all. She teased me--or maybe she was serious, looking back now--that I should get used to only getting hand jobs or being made to masturbate. In fact, it seemed to especially turn us both on if she would refuse me any touching, and I would have to beat off in front of her--but only after I had used her big dildo, "Max," on her.
Once a month, Sally would still fuck me. Just to maintain our bond, she said.
Maybe half a year passed in this routine for us. Very little fucking between us, and Sally enjoying her giant black dildo "Max" several times a week. I think part of me hoped things would stay like this, while another part knew it was unlikely--and I even fantasized about things progressing.
