Married Slut Pt 06

Chapter 6

I woke up the next morning on the sofa in a pair of black panties. It was daylight outside and my husband was gone. I was alone in the house so I went to get a shower.

As the hot water beat down over me, my hands began to caress my skin as I soaped up. As my hands brushed my nipples, the tingle immediately took me back to the night before. I had been fucked and gangbanged but my thoughts remained on one part of the evening.

I couldn't get the black cock out of my head. The thought of it had my hands exploring my breasts more fervently. Soon, I was flicking my clitoris with my fingernail, ending electric bolts through me as I imagined that wonderful cock.

I leaned back against the wall and slid to the floor while continuing to masturbate. As that big cock thrust into my ass in my mind, waves of spasm pulsed through me on the floor.

I sat there allowing the water to rain over me.

I got dressed in tight jeans and a white T shirt with no bra. The only thing I really spent time on was my makeup and hair. Glossy lips, musky eye-shadow and big hair I looked for all the world like a hooker or a porn star.

But, that was the look I was going for.

I needed to figure out what I was going to do about my marriage. I wanted to stay married and I wanted to fuck him and all his friends all the time. But, I also wanted to be free to look for what I really wanted; Big Black Cock.

But, if I was to save the marriage, I had to make myself valuable so I began to clean, get food out of the freezer to fix for dinner and all those other mundane chores that housewives do. Once that was all finished, I went to the mailbox.

Walking down the sidewalk to the community mailbox, I noticed it was a bit chillier than I had expected but fall in the NorthEast could be like that. My nipples, although not usually the epitome of sharp erectness, nevertheless were firm and erect.

I exaggerated my gait trying to get extra jiggle in my tits in case someone, male or female, was watching or approached me but alas, no one did.

I got the mail and continued around the block instead of directly back to the house. I was parading my whore-ness for the whole neighborhood..

When I got back home, my phone was ringing. I ran to it.

"Hi!" I said to my husband. "Sorry, I was out checking the mail dressed like a whore."

"Good." he replied. "Some of the guys were talking about you at work and some of them are coming over tonight when we get off."

"How many?" I asked, thinking of both dinner and sex.

"I am not sure yet, but I know for sure Ed is coming over," he replied.

Ed was his immediate supervisor and could not have made me happier. He was a mid-30's black guy with extremely dark skin, a shaved scalp and an athletic body.

"OOh" I moaned, involuntarily.

"I want that promotion so work on him hard." he directed. I didn't have to be told twice.

My husband opened the door and looked surprised to see me as I was dressed. A white lace see through top with a pair of black thongs. I had on tall heels and once again, had my hair done big with hooker make-up.

He had six guys with him, including his supervisor, Ed, whom I paid special attention to as I led them into the house. I took his hand and led him into the dining room where the table was set for 8, just in case someone extra came over.

I seated Ed at the head of the table and let everyone else, including my husband, take their seat themselves.

"What would you like to drink?" I began. "I have Coke, Beer and a few things to make mixed drinks with. I'm not the best with that, but I'll do the best I can."

Everybody looked to each other and then to my husband. I put my hand on Ed's shoulder. "What would you like, sir?" I asked as I rubbed my fingertips down his chest while waiting for his answer.

Apparently spurred by my action, he replied "Beer, please."

""Be right back" I said flippantly. "The rest of you think about it."

I went to the kitchen and got a single beer from the fridge. On a lark, I took off my thong revealing my freshly shaved pussy. There was an audible gasp from all as I entered the dining room. I sauntered up to Ed, swaying my hips as wildly as I could and bent down to where my breasts were directly in front of his eyes as I sat the beer down.

He didn't take his eyes off them as he said "Thank you."

Everybody else said they wanted a beer and I went to the kitchen, grabbed them and brought them back, simply setting them on the table in front of each guy. I wanted cock constantly, but right then, it was Ed's cock that I wanted. Not only his cock, I wanted to be owned by Ed in front of all of them, especially my husband.

I worked my way around the table, nonchalantly setting a beer in front of each guy.

"Be right back with dinner" I said as I started toward the kitchen, motioning for Ed to follow.

He glanced around to see if anyone else noticed my gesture. They all did, but I signalled him again and this time he followed. I took his hand and placed it on my ass as I led him. As soon as we were in the kitchen, in full view of everyone else, I dropped to my knees directly in front of him. I placed my open mouth inches away from his visibly hardening cock and sat there looking into his eyes until he got the hint.

His hands started toward his zipper and I opened my lips wider, nodding my head barely perceptibly. I focused on his massive hands as he fumbled with his zipper and waited with baited breath for his cock to emerge.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw the other guys were watching and I wanted to put on a show so as his zipper parted, I began to kiss the area between the folds of the zipper until he had it open and his pants undone. I slowly pulled down the waistband of his white boxers, slowly revealing a wonderful, thick piece of dark meat.

I kissed the tip as it became exposed and gently kissed further down on the shaft as his briefs were lowered. When his balls fell free, I pulled his pants down until his underwear and pants were pooled at his ankles and with my knees together, my hands clasped behind my back and my face leaning into his erect cock, I made myself available to him.

He moved his cock to my lips and I kissed the tip gently. He pressed it slightly into my lips and I let them part and accepted the tip into my waiting, hungry mouth. He began to mini-pulse his cock into my mouth and out, maybe a half an inch deep.

Then he stopped with his cock about a half inch inside my lips and stayed there. I began to lick the tip while using my lips to moisten the end of the shaft and that encouraged him to slowly push in an inch further then slowly back out and repeat.

He repeated over and over until I was barely able to avoid gasping for air. He stopped with his cock in my mouth again and I could hold it no longer. As I tried to push off and gulp for air, his hands shot out and grabbed my head and thrust his cock into my throat mid-gasp.

It went further than I would have thought possible and I was immediately flailing for air. He thrust balls deep one time and pulled out. The pain as it left my throat was sharp and burning and left me gasping on my knees.

He grabbed me by my hair and lifted my head up to the level of his cock and moved his cock back to my face. I immediately began breathless worship again. Seeing myself to be the center of attention once again, I forced his cock down my throat and began to fuck it fas, hard and deep as long as I could.

I tried to pull out, but I didn't make it and ended up throwing up down his leg but didn't let that stop me at all.

"Lick it off, bitch!" he exclaimed, pulling me from his cock.

Hesitantly, I began to touch my tongue to the smear of vomit running down his pant leg.

"Bitch, I said lick it off!" he said more forcefully.

I did. I began to lick and suck the puddle running down his pants until it was cleaned up and then I lunged at his cock again. I sucked him hard and deep until he shot a huge load down my waiting throat.

Without delay, he bid my husband leave with him. "Fuck the bitch good." he said to the rest of the guys.

They fucked me hard, mercilesssly and in every degrading way possible the rest of the night.

I woke up the next morning to an empty house.

I cleaned up, took a shower, put on slutty, revealing clothes and began my day anew.

I spent most of the day stuck in my own head. I knew my relationship with my husband was in trouble, but I almost didn't care. I had come to realize that it wasn't him that I still loved. It was the steady income and stability that he provided. But, I didn't love him and had no desire to fuck him.

I had no qualms about fucking anyone else, man or woman or any combination thereof. The one thing I didn't want was him. But, I had to keep him happy with me. He did seem to like the attention that he got from me fucking his friends and I liked the attention I got from fucking his friends.

It also seemed that no matter how raunchy or debased I was, they always would take it just a little bit further. I liked it that way. I had fantasies all day long that day about all the things I would love to do. But, more than any of it, I wanted to give myself, without reserve, to every black man.

Having gotten all the housework done, in the sluttiest clothes this sign of a porn movie, I made my way to the mailcenter. Walking with purpose, I exaggerated the sway of my hips and the bounce of my tits even though there was no one there to see.

So, on a whim, I went past the bailboxes and out to the entrance to the neighborhood. I still didn't have my own car so walking was my only way out. I went out to the boulevard and started walking down the street with the same carefree walk. I was hoping someone would notice and it wasn't long before I got my wish.

As it passed by me, a bright red Mazda Miata pulled to the curb, the passenger window rolled down as I approached the car. I walked confidently to the open window shaking my ass and bouncing my tits with even more energy than I had before because now I knew someone was looking.

I approached the window and leaned down feeling my heavy tits hanging down and the neckline on my top hung low, dangerously close to completely exposing them as I leaned down. Inside was a middle aged black man, not too old, not too heavy, clean and looking very much like a mid management type on his lunch break.

"Hey" I said as I leaned in closer and let my top open up even more.

"I notice you walking," he said as he nodded toward me. I saw he was looking down my top.

"No car" I said bluntly. "My husband took it to work." I put it right out there that I was married so there was no expectation of anything long term.

"You married, huh?" he asked, deflated.

"Does it matter?" I asked with a smile.

"Guess not." he replied. "Where you headed?"

"Anywhere but here." I replied seriously.

As he spoke, I could see he was staring directly at my exposed tits, but my gaze was on his thick sensuous lips. I noticed them glisten in the sunlight. They were thick pillowy lips that I could just imagine kissing.

"Hop in" he grunted.

I obliged, climbing in the passenger seat as he took off, barely waiting for my ass to land in the seat.

"Where you taking me?" I asked him cautiously.

"My place." was all he said.

I continued to watch him talk but eventually my gaze did fall to his groin. I wondered how big he was. Was he dirty? Nasty? Did he smell good? What was he going to do to me?

All of these thoughts raced through my head, but not in a scared way, but a nervous excited way.

He started to talk to me as he drove, but I was neither listening to what he was saying nor was I watching where we were going. I was focused on his lips. I wanted to kiss them. I wanted to trace his lips with my tongue. I wanted his tongue to forcefully invade my mouth. I imagined what his chest must look like. I imagined sucking on his nipples on my way to his magnificent (I hoped) cock.

Soon, we turned down another side street into an obviously middle class neighborhood. It was nicer than where we lived but definitely not mansions. As we pulled into a driveway a garage door opened and we went inside.

He got out and led me into the house and without any preamble at all he simply said "Let's go upstairs."

I obediently followed acting like as much of a whore as I could. When we reached his bedroom, he shoved me up against the wall and began to kiss me. Oh my God, it was a dream come true. He had thick sensual lips and I got wet just feeling them press into mine.

I slowly slid my hand down his chest and went directly for his cock and once I touched it, I knew it was every bit as magnificent as I had hoped. I slid my hands up and down the length of it as I continued kissing him.

I pulled back and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it off and exposing his chiseled chest. While continuing to stroke his cock I went down to his nipples and began to lick them, to kiss them and to suck them. Then, I pulled out his cock and slid his pants to the floor. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. His skin tone was very dark and it was very smooth with prominent veins.

I kissed the tip of it as I held its girth in both of my fists. I lifted it, kissing along the underside until I reached his low hanging balls and then let my tongue trace the bottom back to the head. I parted my lips just taking the head into my mouth. It was so large that it was an effort to open my mouth wide enough to get it in. I began to use my tongue to work on the head like a lollipop, but never went any deeper.

He groaned in pleasure and I became excited, sucking a tiny bit deeper and working more furiously. He moved his hips forward, attempting to go deeper, but I pulled back exclusively letting the tip into my mouth.

I wanted more, but not yet.

I stood, taking his cock into my hands and pulling him toward the bed. He stepped out of his pants and came with me until he sat on the edge of the bed as I pushed him in that direction. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth again, and then began to stroke it slowly as I pulled it out.

"This is the most magnificent cock I have ever seen," I said, kissing the tip again, then letting my lips engulf the head.

"Don't stop, slut" he commanded as one of his hands went to the back of my head.

He held me in place as he began to pump slightly into my mouth.

I moaned my approval.

I took his cock out of my mouth and pushed him backward so he fell onto the bed. I pushed his legs apart and climbed in between, guiding my lips to his cock. Taking it in, I once again began to worship the head, but not venturing any further. I held it up. Giving myself access from ever changing angles.

"You really are a slut, aren't you?" he asked, seemingly impressed.

One hand again moved to the back of my head, and although he didn't try to force me down further, he did not allow me to back off so I just moaned.

"Suck that dick you white slut." he said and my response was a deep guttural moan.

I took his cock a little deeper into my mouth. I knew there was no chance I could possibly deepthroat that monster, but I took it to the point where his cock hit the back of my throat. When I went to back off as I started to gag his hand held me in place.

His cock was touching that part of my throat that causes one to feel the beginnings of a gag reflex. I tried to pull off but his hand held me in place. I tried a little harder to pull off and he applied a small bit of additional pressure forcing his cock to block my airway.

I tried to back off again and once more, he applied more pressure.

'So, I am not getting it out' I thought and began to massage his cock with my throat, moving my head to create movement within my mouth. Try as I might though, I was losing the battle to my gag reflex. I was also losing the battle for air.

I began to gag and gasp involuntarily for air before he finally let me up. The rush of air that filled my burning lungs was amazing but the gagging didn't stop. I felt as if I was going to throw up but he didn't stop. He let me gasp for a few seconds then pushed me with both hands back down on his cock.

I opened wider, allowing him to guide me to the same place I was before and he began to twist my head about, working his cock into my throat. It was not going any deeper, but it was getting tighter and painful

But, I didn't try to stop him. I was gagging and trying to gasp but he kept his cock buried in the back of my throat.

Suddenly, he shoved me off of his cock and slapped me sternly across the cheek.

"No teeth," he demanded.

I reached for his cock again, not wanting this to end.

He shoved me back.

"Say it bitch. No teeth." he said sternly.

"No teeth" I whimpered as I again reached for his cock.

He let me take it this time. With no encouragement, I pushed his cock to the same place it was before. I began to bounce my head in his lap. Cautiously at first, because I didn't want to throw up but I also knew I was not going to be able to go much deeper. Up and down, slowly and as I became more confident my speed increased although the depth did not.

Briefly. Then his hand guided me a little deeper. I could feel my throat protesting against the massive invader and it was not going deeper. But, he didn't let up. He held me there until the pain lessened enough that I began to pump again.

When I began to lose the war for air again, he let me go.

I raised up and took in a massive gasp for air. He, in response, slid to the head of the bed and rolled over on his knees, his legs spread and his cock hanging low between them.

"Lick my ass, slut." he commanded.

I began to crawl toward him with no question. Hesitantly, my lips approached his asshole. It was open and gaping with the pink of his internal showing through. I kissed his asshole and began to lick the rim of his gaping ass. It tasted of iron but I dove in anyway.

I poked my tongue in his asshole and began to fuck his ass with my tongue. I let my saliva drip into it and my spit mixed with his scent to lubricate it. I clamped my lips on his opening asshole and began to make out with his asshole like a girl in the backseat of her boyfriend's car.

Suddenly, however, there was a noise. The front door opened and I jerked back in response.

"Don't you stop, slut." he commanded.

"But somebody's here!" I exclaimed.

His voice got deeper and firmer. "Do not stop slut." he repeated.

Hesitantly, I did. I was soon lost in his asshole again when a voice came from behind me.

"What's this?" came another man's voice.

"I picked me up a white slut." calmly explained the guys whose ass I was still making out with.

"Do you mind?" the new guy asked.

"Join us" replied the first guy.

Within seconds, a new black guy appeared but he didn't come to me. He went to the gother guy's face and bent to kiss him. They locked lips in a passionate kiss.

The new guy started to get undressed, and when nude he climbed onto the bed. On his back, he slid directly under my guy's cock so it was dangling in his face. He opened his mouth and the cock was forced into his mouth as I had to chase my asshole to keep kissing it.

The guy on top began to fuck the second guys mouth, going deeper than I thought possible and I worked hard to keep up with the thrusting asshole. After watching the bottom guy take that massive cock deeper into his throat than I would have thought possible, I knew these two had a history. Bottom guy was used to getting that cock.

Bottom guy then reached around the top guy's ass and grabbed my head and began to use my mouth to spread spit all over the ass I was worshipping. And as my spit began to drizzle down between the cheeks and drip between the balls, the guy on the bottom opened his mouth and tried to catch my spit.