Over the next several weeks, Max and Brenda followed a similar routine. On Mondays and Wednesdays, when her children were at school and her husband at work, Brenda would put on a skimpy, sleeveless dress with high heels, tie her long blonde hair in a pony tail, and paint her face with lots of makeup and lipstick. Max told her he liked his suburban white wives to look like "cheap hos" when they showed up at his doorstep looking for black cock.
He also insisted Brenda clean and polish her wedding ring so it shined when they fucked. He played other mind games too—mind games that got him hard. He would often ask her to bring her wedding album, and he'd flip through the pages and comment on photos while she gagged on his mammoth black cock or sucked on his cum-filled huge balls. He'd make her talk about the night her husband proposed, or their wedding night—when her husband fell asleep after they were in the jacuzzi and she got herself off using by rubbing her fingers on her clit. The first time she told Max that story, she was on her knees licking his cock and he exploded a load of warm cum on her pretty face.
For her part, Brenda was less conflicted than at the start of this. She had come to one startling conclusion: she loved being Max's fuck doll. She loved his cock, the taste of his cum, how rough he treated her when they fucked, and how he grunted before unleashing a pint of his cream—-often in her unprotected pussy, many times down her throat, and even a few times in her ass. She loved it all. And then she would go back to being a wife, mom and member of the elementary school PTA.
On this Wednesday, Brenda showered and put on powder blue panties, a matching bra and a navy blue shirt dress with matching high heels. As she drove to Max's office, the expensive houses of the lily white suburbs giving way to the apartments and seedy stores of the inner city, her pussy started to get wet. It happened every time she got closer to Max. Images of his cock flashed through her mind.
She parked her blue SUV on the street, took one last look in the mirror to fix her makeup and then emerged from the vehicle. She looked both ways to make sure no one saw her, although she knew deep down the neighbors had to know something was up. She was a frequent guest. A small part of her felt guilty. But mostly she was just hungry for Max's large black cock.
Brenda knocked on the door and Max opened it. He was wearing only a red robe and white silk boxers, and it was obvious he was half hard and growing when he saw her. His cock was already making a dent in his boxers. "What brings you here?" he mocked her with a smile. You know there's no mass today."
It was a game he liked to play, and Brenda played along. "I know, " she said. "I...I came to see you."
Max smiled, and he grabbed her left hand and looked at her wedding ring. "Polished?" he asked. "Yes, of course," she said. She couldn't help staring at the package growing in his boxers. It was the huge black cock she had become obsessed with, and the reason she was in a low income black neighborhood on a Wednesday afternoon instead of swimming in her pool or making dinner for her family in her suburban home.
"Get in here," Max ordered and shut the door. He spun the white wife around and forced his tongue down her throat while he grabbed her tight ass. She responded, and the two pushed their tongues together. Brenda moaned, reached down and grabbed his growing monster in his shorts. "Jesus," she said. She still marveled at its size and width.
"Someone is fucking horny," Max said. "You never get tired of ol' Max's chocolate cock, do you slut?"
Brenda shook her head. Max sat down on the bed, his legs wide apart as his robe fell open. His taunting was having an amazing effect on his cock, which now threatened to burst through the fabric of his boxers. Brenda knew her place—it was a familiar routine by now—and she dropped to her knees on the dark carpet before him. She dutifully pulled his growing black shaft out of his boxers and held it with her right hand. Brenda gasped when she saw it, even though by now it was as familiar to her as her own hand. She stared at the power vein running along the left side. Once again, she was in a trance. "Jesus," she said in awe, staring at it.
Max laughed. He never grew tired of these pretty young white wives salivating for his black bull cock. He had fucked dozens, but none was as needy as Brenda. "Taste it," he ordered. Brenda nodded, leaned forward and licked the shaft from base to head. Max squeezed the dick, and a trickle of precum emerged from the head. Brenda put her mouth over it and sucked up the cum. This excited Max, and he grabbed her pony tail with his right hand and forced more dick down her throat until she started gagging.
"Fucking black cock addicted bitch," he taunted her, fully hard now as he throat fucked her. "Cum living married PTA slut."
Brenda didn't react other than to keep sucking, until Max pulled her off his cock by her pony tail.
"Say it!" he ordered. "Tell me what you are." He loved this part, when Brenda would confess to being the slut she had become.
"I'm a fucking married white bitch in heat," she yelled as he slapped her face with his huge dick. "I love your big, black cock. I want your black cum in my married pussy, throat and ass."
Max grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to stand up. He quickly tore her short blue dress off and she now faced the big black man wearing only her powder blue bra and panties. "Take them off," Max ordered, his coal black cock throbbing. It was time to fuck this needy married white slut again.
Brenda hurriedly reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, then pulled it off. It fell to the floor, exposing her ripe breasts. Max leaned over and pinched her pink erect nipples, his long cock grazing her thigh. Without hesitating, Brenda yanked her panties down and now stood stark naked in front of her black master. Her blonde pussy hair was trimmed like a landing strip—an order from Max she had passed off to her husband as a way to "spice up" their love life.
Max pushed her onto the bed, and Brenda instinctively spread her legs in a wide V as he lined his dick up to her married cunt. She grunted when he pushed the head in. "Jesus, fuck," she said in ecstasy. This was why she left her nice colonial and drove to this shack in the hood. This is why she gave up her king sized mattress for a creaky twin. This was why she risked her perfect life in the suburbs, all for this nasty black man's enormous cock. But it wasn't just the cock. It was the way he treated her. Rough. Crude. Like a piece of meat. She had no idea why she would allow this—she certainly wouldn't from her husband—but she thrived on it from Max and had from the first time his large black hand had come down on her milky white ass.
Max was sliding in and out now, grunting and sweating, stretching her pussy walls. This married white bitch and her tight cunt turned him on, and his ability to make her a slut for black cock kept him hard at night. "Fuck me!" Brenda screamed. "Fuck me with that big black cock. Fill me with your cum, your sweet black cum."
Her words made his cock swell.
