The Game 146

I remember dancing with a black man pulling me in close for a kiss. He was one of my bulls. I looked over at my husband who was sitting at our table, making sure he saw the kiss. It was one of his favorite parts of our game, watching his wife be seduced. We called this "The Game." I liked to call it Gerald's Game after the Steven King book, since my husband's name was Gerald, or Jerry to his friends. After all, this was his game, but I must accept some responsibility for what the game had become.

Gerald and I met when I was working for one of his companies as a consultant. At that time, I knew he was an important person in his company but was unaware that he owned the company and several others. He asked me to stay on after my contract expired but I was very reluctant. I could sense that our relationship was shifting from business to personal before he made the request and I never wanted to mix the two. He wanted me to manage the charity wing of his companies. That's when I realized he was more than just important. I was angry that he never revealed that he owned the company before he made the job offer. Initially I refused. He was persistent and I quickly realized I was falling in love with him.

I remember the bull's hand drifting down to my ass, and I could feel his cock harden. The six-inch stilettos I was wearing brought my pussy dangerously close to his bulge. As he squeezed my ass, I could feel my very short skirt start to rise. My husband would soon begin to see my bright white panties on display to all the patrons of this little nightclub. The thought that this exposure would stiffen my husband's cock and some of the other men sent a chill to my pussy.

My thrill of exhibitionism was something my husband and I discovered a few years into our marriage. I never liked sex, something I made clear to him well before he proposed. The thought of a man sticking his penis inside me never thrilled me. And I found the thought of his come leaking out of my pussy revolting. I gave up my virginity on prom night, a week after turning 18. The whole event was horrible. There were many men I found attractive but usually lost interest in them when the relationship turned sexual. I was never attracted to women. Gerald seamed to accept a "once a week" fuck without any complaints.

I remember the bull's hand slipping underneath the hem of my dress. Gerald loves seeing a black hand on his wife's ass. But I think he might love it more knowing that other people can also see a black man's hand sliding inside the back of his wife's panties. I loved the idea. As we continued to dance, I put my arms over his shoulders, knowing that it would lift my dress even higher, exposing more of my panties to everyone in the bar. This bull's name was Michael, he wasn't my first bull but had become my favorite over the last few months. Gerald had never met him before, unlike my other bulls.

"The Game" began one night when Gerald asked me if I masturbated. He always stressed that we be completely open with each other, so I admitted that I did. Gerald asked me to masturbate for him. I had never admitted to anyone that I masturbated before and now he was asking me to do it in front of him. The urge to say "no" was overwhelming but I loved him and wanted to make him happy. Things were awkward at first and then he took out his cock and began to stroke it. I was being so bad, spreading my legs wide, holding myself open while I rubbed my clit. I had the most intense orgasm of my life as Gerald came all over his hand.

I remember the bull exposing my left tit and playing with my nipple. The contrast of a black hand on the white flesh of my greats was always a turn-on for me. I assumed Gerald would like it, but I never actually let him watch me have sex with anyone. Gerald had asked on many occasions. My bull led me back to the table. The waiter brought us fresh drinks, the waiter's eyes were drawn to my nipple as the bull continued to play with it. The waiter began to leave but the bull asked him to wait a minute, then the bull told me to give him my panties. I lifted my ass off the seat and slid my panties down. The bull had pulled up the hem of my dress as a I did so, exposing my bald pussy to the waiter. Then I handed the waiter my very wet panties. I reached over and felt Gerald's cock which was very hard.

Masturbating for Gerald became more frequent than actual intercourse. Even when he was away, I would masturbate for him in the video conference room in his home office. Laying on that big conference table, playing with myself in front of a camera really excited me. I knew Gerald was watching because I could see him. But there could be others watching too. Overtime, Gerald added new twists to these sessions and that's when we started calling it the game. First, was his request that I shave my pussy so that he would have a better view. Vibrators, lingerie and toys came shortly after. Whether on camera or in person, my orgasms were always so intense. If he was away for more than a couple of days, I would receive a care package with a sexy outfit and a new toy.

I remember pulling out the bull's cock out and stroking it. Gerald had a good view. It was rare that we got to play the game in public like this. Gerald was wealthy, wealthy enough to own this island and employ all the people that lived on it. He cherished his privacy and here we could do anything we wanted, and I wanted to taunt Gerald. He would never admit to being a cuck, but that is what he was. I fished Gerald's cock out of his pants and began to stroke it too.

"Gerald, look at how much bigger his cock is then yours. He's going to feel so good inside me, stretching me, making me come. Black men always make me come so good, so much better than you could with your tiny penis. Maybe I should let him fuck me right here. Remember when we played the game at home with the dildo, I told you how I wanted to be fucked in front of a lot of people. Maybe tonight would be a good time for my bull to fuck me right on this table with all these people watching."

I remember a drop of precum appearing on Gerald's cock and scooping it up and slipping my finger into his mouth which he greedily sucked clean. Feeding Gerald his come was another new twist I found in a porn story. We both looked for new twists to the game, I found mine reading porn. It was an idea from a porn story that led us to where we are.

Gerald was away on one of his business trips and my care package included some white lingerie and a rather large black dildo with a suction cup on the bottom. It wasn't the first dildo he sent me, but it was the first black one and the largest. I must admit I drank too much wine as I prepared for the evening, reading porn and putting on the lingerie. At the appointed time, I started the video cameras in the conference room.

"Good evening husband," I began, "I really like the new toy you sent me. Would you like to see your wife sucking on a real black cock like this, black hands forcing it deeper into my throat?"

I began working the fake cock into my mouth while squatting on the conference room table. I continued playing with it, running it in and out of my mouth and along my nipples, trying to judge my husband's reaction.

"But I know what you really want to see, you want to see a big black cock stretch your wife's cunt like you never could."

I stuck the suction cup of the dildo onto the table, stripped off my panties and straddled the dildo. I had hooked up a small portable camera to the system and focused it on my pussy as I began to settle down onto the fake cock.

"Oh my god honey, it feels so good. I can feel it stretching me. I wish it was real!"

I had planned to fake an orgasm when it was halfway in but surprised myself with a real one causing me to lose control and collapse, thus pushing the fake cock all the way in a big swoosh. An even bigger orgasm enveloped me, and I laid on the table in convulsions. When I was able to get some self-control, I looked towards my husband's monitor only to see he had come all over his camera.

I remember stroking my bull's large cock and taunting my husband. My bull had a plan to use me like a cheap slut in front of Gerald. It was time to put the plan into play and my bull led me back onto the dance floor. We assumed the same positions as before, my arms on his shoulders, his hands on my bare ass which was now exposed. On cue, a second bull joined us on the dance floor. He came behind me, pressed himself against my ass and his hands went to my tits. I looked over at my smiling husband who did not know that I had planned to be part of a threesome tonight. We had fantasized about me being double teamed but tonight it was going to be a reality.

That first night with the black dildo led to a lot of fantasy talk about me having sex with other men. After all, I did not really like sex and the idea of a stranger sticking his penis into my pussy seemed revolting. I played up the idea of Gerald being a cuckold. If I was going to let another man fuck me, he was going to be black and that meant only black men could fuck me after that. I had been stroking Gerald at the time I was saying that. He had come only minutes before but began to get hard again as I talked about being black owned. After all, I told him, once a black man stretched out my cunt, I wouldn't feel your little penis inside me. Gerald came all over my hand.

I remember looking at Gerald as the two bulls on the dance floor were taking turns kissing me, probing my mouth with their tongues. It was past closing time, so the club was mostly empty. A few employees cleaning up and some other men who were watching me on the dance floor. The bulls had undone the top of my dress, completely exposing my breasts. The bottom of my dress was bunched up around my hips. The whole thing was uncomfortable, so I slipped it off, leaving me in my white garters and stockings. White lingerie was Gerald's favorite, and I could see him smiling. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, kissing a black man while the other bull mauled my tits. My other trysts with my bulls were generally romantic, but lately, that's the last thing I wanted. Tonight, I wanted to be taken, to be used, to be as slutty as I could be for Gerald.

After agreeing to allow Gerald to share me with a black man, he quickly found several candidates. We went to dinner with my first three choices, and I picked one of those. We all flew to Gerald's private island, and we spent the week lying by the beach getting to know each other. We spent our nights at this same club dancing. We had picked the fourth night to play the game. I danced on the dance floor with my first bull. We kissed while he held me tight and then he led me to his room. I did not want Gerald there for the first time thinking it would be too weird, so my bull had a room adjoining the room Gerald and I shared. I knew he would be able to hear us and, knowing Gerlad, he probably had cameras in the room. Things were awkward in the beginning as he stripped me and carried me over to the bed. I began thinking how I would describe this to Gerald in the morning which really turned me on.

I remember the two bulls and I were no longer doing anything like dancing on the dance floor. Hands were groping my tits, fingers were pressed into my pussy and ass, and tongues were probing my throat. One of the waiters pulled a small table onto the dance floor and I was quickly bent over it, my tits hanging off the other side. One of my bulls was rubbing his cock around my face. Michael, my favorite bull, was rubbing his cock up and down my slit. Every time he touched my clit, I thought I was going to come. I anxiously awaited being spit roasted until the man with his cock in my face began slapping me with it. He grabbed my hair, pulling my face up and asked me if I was a whore for black cock. I moaned a yes and tried to get his cock into my mouth. He yanked my hair harder, keeping his cock out of my reach. The man behind me had taken off his belt and gave my ass a hard slap on each cheek. He asked if my cunt was black owned. I moaned another yes. I wanted to see if Gerald was enjoying the show, but I could not turn my head with the hold the bull had on my hair.

"How many black men have you been with?" shouted the bull holding my hair.

This was a tricky question to answer because I did not tell Gerald about Michael. I was looking for something different and found it in Michael. Usually, I would tell Gerald about getting fucked by one of my bulls while I masturbated for him. For example, I fucked the first bull, Henri, a number of times after that first night. That first night was so amazing, watching him work his big black cock into my cunt before he finally bottomed out, losing count of how many orgasms I had on the way. I had planned to tell Gerald all the juicy details but after the first few orgasms, I forgot all about Gerald. Not only was he huge, BUT he also knew how to use it. So many things triggered orgasms that night, seeing the sweat on his muscular chest and tasting it on my tongue. Grabbing onto his tight ass, pulling him deeper into me. And he seemed to last forever.

After a morning fuck from Henri, I joined Gerald in our room. I planted my cunt, still dripping Henri's come, and told him I could not wait to do that again. Gerald liked eating his own cream pies but that was the first time he licked another man's come out of my pussy. Gerald's licking and by description of getting fucked by Henri had me coming again. Gerald told me I could visit Henri as often as I liked as long as I gave him all the juicy details. He hoped that I would let him watch me someday.

I did see Henri often and some of his friends, but I had an itch for something else. Henri and his friends were very nice, but I wanted someone who was not. Henri sent me to Michael. Gerald was in South America for two weeks, so I arranged to meet Michael at a hotel in New York. I had on a very sexy dress when he knocked on the hotel room door and did not know what to expect. Where Henri was well dressed, the man at my door looked like a thug covered in tattoos.

Michael walked in and said, "Get your fucking clothes off, you stupid bitch."

I hurried to comply as he began to empty the liquor bottles in the concierge cabinet. He sat down in an armchair and told me to crawl over and start sucking his cock. For some reason I could feel my pussy start dripping down my leg. Michael kept forcing my head down on his cock, causing me to gag until he pulled out and sprayed his come all over my face. He told me to stay there as he ordered room service. I was still kneeling in the middle of the room when the food was delivered. I am sure the waiter had a good look at me, but I really could not see with all the come on my face. Michael sent me into the bathroom to clean my face and then I was to get on my hands and knees on the bed with my ass hanging off. I stayed like that until he finished eating. When he was done, he walked over to me and slammed his cock into my cunt with no warning. And he fucked me like that for an hour, yanking my hair, beating my ass and tits, calling me a whore and a slut. The hour was one continuous orgasm for me. He made me lick his cock clean when he was done and then fell asleep.

In the morning, we stepped into the walk-in shower and Michael forced me to learn how to deep-throat him. I must have thrown up on his feet a dozen times. Michael ordered room service for breakfast and wrote whore on my forehead with my lipstick. I was naked and, on my knees when the waiter brought in our food, and I knew he had a good look at me which made me wet again. After breakfast, I was back on my hands and knees with my ass hanging off the bed when Michael started working his cock into my ass. Anytime I complained that it hurt he whipped me with his belt, usually striking my tits and causing me to come.

The rest of that weekend was that way. Michael would eat and fuck one of my holes which he now claimed ownership of. I became Michael's slut exclusively and never saw Henri or any of his other friends again. Michale exposed me to the wait staff every weekend we were together and made me suck off at least one waiter before sending me home to Gerald.

I remember, as he beat my ass on the dance floor, that he was demonstrating to Gerald that I was now his, his whore, his slut and all my holes belonged to him to use as he chooses. Michael knew that I had cucked Gerald with black men. Michael also knew I never told Gerald about my weekends with him, and he intended to change that.

Michael grabbed my hair and turned me to face Gerald, "Tell him everything," he commanded.

"I have been Michael's fuck toy for the last three months. He has fucked all of my holes multiple times. He has exposed me to multiple men, usually with come on my face. At his command, I have also sucked off a dozen or more other black men. I am his whore, his slut and have given myself to him because no one makes me come like Michale does!"

That was the last thing I remember from that night.

Sometime the next day, I awoke in one of Gerald's boats and we were at sea. I realized my hands and feet were tied and I had a massive headache. Within minutes of waking up, someone helped me throw up over the side of the boat. Somebody handed me a bottle of water, I drank, threw up, drank again and was finally able to hold it down. I went back to sitting on the floor of the boat and waited for my vision to clear.

I was back in the dress from the night before and I realized that Gerald was sitting in a chair next to me. He had the same smile on his face from the night before. Henri was standing at the back of the boat. Between us, laid the bodies of six naked black men. Their hands and feet were also bound with ropes and sacks over their heads. Concrete blocks were tied to their feet. I recognized Michael from his tattoos.

Gerald said, "You have disappointed me wife. You knew the simple rules of our game, but you failed to comply. May I remind you, you can fuck Henri as often as you want, as long as you gave me all the juicy details. I was okay with you expanding your lovers beyond Henri because you followed the rules of the game with them. That stopped with Michael. In other words, you were cheating."

Gerald walked over to Michael and pulled the hood off his head. Henri threw a bucket of sea water at Michael's face, waking him up. As soon as Michael was alert, Gerald nodded to Henri, who picked up one of the black men and threw him over the side. I was horrified as Gerald nodded again and Henri repeated the process with another man. Michael was the only one of the men I knew. He had arranged for the others to join us for my first gang bang.

Michael began struggling with the ropes that bound his hands and feet. Muffled screams escaped a ball gag in his mouth.

"I always thought you were the most brilliant woman I ever met. Do you think that Henri would not tell me about your other affairs, especially Michael. Did you forget that I own this island and everything on it including the airport where your friends arrived? Did you think you could get a hotel room in New York without me knowing?"

Gerald nodded gain to Henri who began picking up the other men and throwing them overboard. Finally, only Michael was left.

Gerald knelt next to Michael, "Do you really think that you own my wife? She may play a game with you, but I own her and everything you have seen since you arrived on my island."

After returning to his seat, Gerald nodded to Henri again. Henri walked over to Michael, pulled out of knife and grabbed Michael's cock.

"Would you like a souvenir wife?"

I shook my head vehemently. Instead of cutting off Michael's cock, he sliced a cut into it. Blood quickly began pouring out of the cut.