The Van

The Next morning Denny dove under the covers and vigorously licked the pussy he had fucked several loads into the night before. He told me I tasted good and used.

"The answer to your question is yes," I told him. The question was about marrying him. "As long as you can accept that I'm always going to need big cocks, I'll marry you."

He smiled like a young boy getting his favorite bike and a puppy as well for Christmas. Instead of waiting and planning some drearily traditional wedding, we planned to head to Nevada for a quickie wedding the next weekend. During the week I shopped for the slutiest wedding dress I could find.

It wasn't easy. I found lots with provocative slits, but really short ones were hard to come by. Late in the week I went to a boutique that featured sexy clothes and lingerie, and there it was, a wedding mini, complete with white stockings and garter belt. It had a veil that flowed down longer than the dress. It looked like a dress only a slut would wear to get married in. Bingo.

On the way to Reno, a three hour drive away, we talked about our wedding night and we both agreed Denny should not be the first guy to fuck me after we were married, and that the first time he licked me as his wife my pussy should be full of cum from another man.

Once we did the quickie wedding and were back in the hotel room we discussed how that would happen. I had contemplated a plan on our drive to Reno. I was prepared.

I loved the idea of letting another man fuck me, mouth and pussy that is, before my husband on our wedding night. Inspired by cuckolding stories on line, and a handful of hunches about what would turn Denny on, my plan developed.

While Denny lie on the bed channel surfing, I put on an ultra short black dress that had silver sparkles woven into the material. The dress would catch a man's eye and my legs would commandeer his attention. I walked up between Denny and the TV. His eyes widened. He was seeing the dress for the first time. He turned off the TV.

I came and sat next to him on the bed and said, "Baby, we need to talk."

"Yes, how are we going to get you laid tonight?"

"I've been thinking about that, and something else."

"What else," he said, and I detected a hint of fear.

"When it comes to all things sexual, I need to have complete control of you. Does that make sense?"

"I don't know if it makes sense, but you're way more knowledgeable than I am about sex."

"So you agree, then."

"I just want you to be the hot woman that you are. If means you being in charge that's fine."

"Okay, I need you to take your phone out and take some pictures of me." He did and I posed in a variety of sexually suggestive and downright slutty ways. In one I had my hand on the crotch of my panties, in another I inserted a couple fingers. He took about ten pics. There were a couple nice up-skirt beaver shots and some bare tit.

I patted the bed beside me and he sat. He said, "Don't worry, I won't show them to anyone."

I said, "You'd better, that's how you're going to find me some cock."

"I was going to go out tonight, by myself, wearing this dress, and get fucked or even bring a guy to our room so you could watch."

"Okay?" he said.

"Was going to... However, part of your service to me as my loving husband will be helping me find men to fuck. Why shouldn't that start tonight?"

"I guess it could," he said, with a dollop of reluctance.

"You like the way I taste and smell down there after another man has had his fun between my legs, is that not correct?"

"Yes."

That's what I like, a man of few words. "Here's how it's going to work. You're going to go out bar hopping and meet guys that you think I'd like to fuck. You'll show them my pictures and then have them call me so I can seal the deal. Then you'll bring the guy to me."

"That sounds awkward."

"Yes, but your married to a slut. Your life is going to be full of awkward. You need to get used to it. I need you on board and committed."

"Okay."

"Run along now and call me as soon as you get settled in at a bar. I'm going to go out and get some drink supplies for us and call room service for some dinner. Get yourself something to eat while you're out."

"Okay," he said, again, looking a little concerned about his assignment.

He left on his mission but didn't look happy about it. I was sure he was going to feel embarrassed, but also sure this was going to be a good training for him. And I knew he would feel very proud if he could pull this off.

He went to one of the clubs within the casino and found an empty seat at the crowded bar. He called me.

"How's it looking," I asked.

"Good, I guess. There are a lot of people here."

"Use the camera to give me a look around."

I panned the place and said, "See anything you like?"

"Yes, two seats down from you. That one."

"The black guy?" I whispered.

"Yes. Sit next to him and pull up the picture where I'm pulling a shoe on. Remember when I had you sit on the floor to get the right angle and I bent over to pull my shoe on and let my legs spread so the camera would catch my panties. There's lots of cleavage from bending over and it's a nice shot of my legs. Open to that picture and accidently set the phone on the bar so the guy can get a glimpse."

Later Denny told me he brought the picture up then acted like he forgot it was up as he set the phone down and waived the waiter over to order a drink. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the guy looking at his phone and quickly picked it up and took down the picture. Their eyes met and he said, "oops." The guy smiled at him, acknowledging he had seen the picture.

According to Denny the guy said "Wow."

Denny said, "Oh sorry, I was admiring my wife and forgot to turn it back off."

"I'm Clement," the guy said, "and don't be sorry, that's a beautiful picture. Are there more?"

"Yes, but if you want to see them we should get a table." They did, and Denny showed the guy all of the pics. He explained that it was our wedding night and he and I had one of those kinky relationships where his role was to be my sex slave and do as told.

He called and said, "Hi Honey, I'm at a table with the guy you picked out. He likes your pictures."

"Turn the volume down so only the two of you can hear the conversation, then put it on speaker."

Clement was the first to speak. He asked, "So what instructions did you give your man Denny here."

"He's, completed some of them," I said. "He let me pick a guy. Correct me if I'm wrong, but then he got the guys interest."

"No, you're not wrong about that. Denny seems to be saying that you're the boss. Would you want to be the boss of me too?"

"Before we get too far ahead of ourselves, why don't you tell me about your cock, Clement."

"It's long and thick and black and it gets hard quickly after it shoots a big load. Does that sound like something that would interest you?"

"Well, it does, but it doesn't sound like anything I would be able to be the boss of. A cock like that will be my boss." Then I said, "Hey Denny, why don't you take a little walk so Clement and I can have a little private talk."

He didn't respond. The next thing I heard was Clement saying, "He's gone."

"I love your deep voice," I told him. "How you feel about fucking a just married white woman in front of her small dicked white husband?"

"Honestly, I can't think of anything that would be hotter than that, except maybe if the husband was a racist and didn't want it happen and was tied to a chair and forced to watch."

"Well, you can't have everything. Denny is as excited for this to happen as I am."

"How would you like this to play out?"

"This is my wedding night, and I want a black stud like you to be the first man to fill my mouth and pussy with cum. We're consummating the fact that I'm now a married slut and Denny is my husband slave. I want you to show Denny what his married life is going to be like. I want you to treat him like a slave the way I do. I want you to call me dirty names in front of him. Can you do these things?"

He answered with a question. "Have you been with a black man before?"

"Yes, and it made me feel dirty letting a black man leave his sperm in my white pussy. If you haven't guessed, I like feeling dirty. I'm Amber by the way."

"Amber, I think we're going to be like old friends real soon. I can't wait to meet you."

"I think you're right. By the way, which picture did you like best?"

"They were all ghettolicious, but the one where you a have a couple fingers in your cunt was my favorite. By the way, I'm good for anywhere from three to five loads, depending on how turned on I am." "How about if I have Denny send those pictures to you? You can show your friends just how lucky you got."

"My black bros will love them."

"I'll see you soon. By the way, we both like dirty talk and I have a strong hunch that Denny will love having a black stud humiliate him. I'll help you with that. Any sign of Denny?"

"He's working his way back... here he is."

"Denny, get that man to our room now."

"Okay, we'll be right there."

I had finished my burger from room service and knocked back a couple of shots of Patron tequila. Denny had performed his task quickly, and, with luck on his side had done better than either of us would have thought. I had slipped out of my black dress and back into my wedding mini with the white stockings, garter and high heels. I left the panties on. Being the deviant that I am, I wanted to cuckold Denny with my wedding dress on.

I heard Denny and our new friend come in. We had a suite with a living room and a wet bar. It was definitely set up for partying. They walked into the living room area and I was sitting on the couch with my dress riding up and my legs parted.

"Hi, you must be Clement," I said as I rose to shake his hand. "I'm amber." He towered above me like a black Adonis. He bent down and kissed me on the lips as he pulled me tight to him, showing me his strength. It was a long slobbery kiss where I got to suck on his tongue. My cunt tingled through the whole process.

Denny stood there with his jaw hanging open. I guess he didn't expect things to get rolling that fast. Then again he wasn't privy to the conversation Clement and I had on the phone. I broke away and looked at Denny. "You did well, now fix us some shots while I get to know Clement."

He started to walk off, half sulking, which made me want to do a little attitude adjustment. "Hold up Denny. Before you go I want you to help Clement out of his clothes."

"What?" he said, as if the words were foreign to him.

"Let's get Clement out of his clothes. I want to get a look at the first cock that my married pussy will be getting fucked by. Have a seat Clem Baby. Denny, start with his shoes."

Denny slowly approached and squatted down to unlace his shoes. Once off I said to Clement, "Stand up Lover so Denny can undo your pants." Denny, still on his knees in front of my black god, reached his shaking hand up and undid his zipper. I've always loved that soft percussion sound of a man's zipper coming down. He undid Lovers belt and unsnapped his pants. It all felt ceremonious. He pulled Lover's pants down and the moment of truth was upon us. He reached back up and grabbed his underwear at the sides, slowly pulling them down until they cleared his fat beautiful cock. A small involuntary gasp left my mouth as the air of astonishment sucked into my lungs. Again Denny's jaw dropped open.

I looked up at Lover and he was grinning, obviously aware of how exceptional his cock is.

Lover said, "Got get those shots Denny while I put my cock in your bride's mouth."

Denny looked at me and I said, "You heard the man." He left to take care of the drinks and I hustled to his spot in front of Lover and immediately took his black cock in my mouth. I worked it to a state of optimal hardness, just so I could marvel at it. It was the kind of cock a girl like me worships. Denny came back with a tray of shots and I reluctantly took Lover's cock out of my mouth. I looked at Denny and said, "You did so good. Look at this thing."

Denny stared at Lover's cock and I could see his little cock pushing at the front of his slacks. I knew he was lusting to see that cock go in me.

"Did I do a good job," he asked, presumably in reference to the cock he brought me. I don't think he was fishing for a compliment about bring us shots.

I answered with a question. "Do you think his cock is beautiful?"

"Yes," he said, without hesitation. Good boy, I thought.

"Lover tells me he's a seasoned bull. Do you know what that means?"

"That he has a bull sized cock," Denny said dumbly.

"That's true," I said. "And that's true of most bulls, but it really means that he's experienced at fucking married women in front of their husbands. It means that he knows how bad a slut like me with a small dicked husband needs to spread her legs for men with large cocks."

"Then I did really good, huh," he said.

"You're the best and I already love being your wife. Now take your clothes off. I'm, sure Lover would like a look at the competition."

Then Lover said to me, "I am experienced, but I thought it was understood that I'm a professional. Cocks like mine aren't free."

"Of course not," I said, acting like I expected this development. "Work that out with Denny."

Lover looked at Denny and said, "I just charge $100 per load with a three load minimum. I never know how many I'll have after that, so we'll take it a load at a time after three."

I don't think Denny was ready for that. I'm sure he thought that with me being beautiful and slender any man would jump at the chance to fuck me for free. That's mostly true, but the thought of making Denny pay to have me properly serviced was thrilling. He looked shocked. His eyebrows raised and stayed there.

I decide to help him put it in perspective. "Look at that cock Denny. What a bargain at 300 for three loads. Get the man his money, Denny."

He snapped out of his stupor and said, "Oh, yeah, sorry."

With that out of the way I looked at Clement and said, "We still have a wedding kiss problem."

"How can I help?"

"Denny, tell Clement," I paused and looked at him. "Clement, would you mind if I called you Sir."

"Given that I'm a distinguished gentleman, and you're a slut, that should be fine." He looked at Denny and continued. "You don't mind if I call your what she is, do you little Denny."

Little Denny! This guy was good. "Take your clothes off Denny," I said with stern conviction. Denny turned red when he took his pants and underwear off. His isn't that much below average, but I'd been telling him it's really small for a while. I'm sure that seeing Sir's cock made that easy to believe. I loved that he didn't hesitate, even though he knew it was going to be embarrassing.

Sir made a point to stare at Denny's little cock and grin. Denny noticed. I can only imagine the emotional turmoil for Denny. He was brave to ride his emotions out and not object to what was happening.

"Denny, you know what has to happen before you can give me my wedding kiss."

"Yes, Amber."

"Let's dispense with the names. 'I'm Master to you and Slut to Sir. Sir is Master to you, and you are Cuck Boy to both of us."

"Yes Master."

"Is there a favor you need to ask of Sir?"

"Yes, Master," he said, then tuned to Sir and said, "My master won't let me kiss her until her mouth is full of full another man's cum. Would you please cum in my wife's mouth."

Sir took his pullover shirt off, revealing ripped abs, massive pecks and beautiful biceps. What turned me on the most was the contrast between him and Denny. It was white and scrawny next to black and manly, which also describes the difference in their cocks.

I looked at Sir and said, "May I please suck your cock?"

"Yes, as soon as your husband begs me to let you."

We both looked at Denny.

"Please, Master," he began, "Please let my wife suck your cock."

"That's some of worst begging I've ever heard. It doesn't sound like you really want my cock in your slut's mouth."

"You know she's a married slut, so you know how bad she needs it. And I can't even kiss my bride until her mouth is full of another man's semen."

"Do you want her mouth full of my cum, cuck Boy."

"Yes, I want to taste it and smell I on her breath."

"That's better. That's incentive Cuck Boy. Dirty Whore, you can suck me now. Get yourself the black cock you love so much."

I crawled between his legs and considered how long it had been. I felt extra dirty fucking and sucking black guys, and now I was getting to do it in front of my new husband. It was a whole other layer of taboo. Decent white girls didn't do that kind of thing, which is why I'm not in the Decent White Girl Club.

I skipped the usual prelims, ball licking and all that. I pushed my wedding veil open and got his cock to the back of my throat quickly. The veil was still covering my eyes and it was so hot looking out through the transparent material at Sir's beautiful black cock. Hitting the entrance to my throat triggered my gag reflex and that triggered my saliva production and that lubed his cock real good. My head was bobbing over his cock so all the saliva ran down keeping the friction audible and his cock slippery. Nothing like a sloppy sounding blow job -- Right.

"You recently figured out that Denny here is a cuck, didn't you?" Sir said.

"We're still figuring things out, Master," Denny answered.

"Dirty Whore."

"Yes Sir." I said

"When I cum in your mouth, and it won't be long the way you're working my cock over, you're going to hold the load in your mouth, no swallowing, and go kiss Denny. It should be open mouthed and there should be a lot of cum flowing into his mouth."

"That will be delightful, Sir. May I please finish the job?"

"Certainly. Ahhhh yes. That's it. Denny, your wife's had a lot of cocks in her mouth to suck like she does. You didn't know the half of how dirty she is, did you?"

"No, Master."

"Ah yes. It's close now. Oh shit ahhhhhhhh. There it is slut. Slurp it up you fucking whore."

This was all music to my ears. I sucked and stroked and loved every squirt. Each blast of cum was strong and plentiful. When I was confident that I had it all I turned to Denny, now kneeling beside me in anticipation. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to mine, using my tongue to push Sir's delicious jizz into Denny's mouth. Our tongues swirled around each other as we savored Sir's enormous load. We were luxuriating in our first $100 worth of sperm. Money well spent.

Watching our enjoyment of his manly fluid had Sir hard again. This was a spectacular cuckolding of Denny, thanks to Sir.

"Get your mouth on my dirty cock, Denny."

There was no hesitation. I was so impressed. He wasn't talented at cock sucking, yet, but he wasn't reluctant either. And Sir wasn't complaining about teeth, so he was grasping the fundamentals.

Sir said, "That's it Cuck Boy? Get it nice and hard for your wife's cunt."

I was right there, inches from the action, offering advice to Denny and watching him get better at his task, a true fluffer in the making. I was living a dream inspired by all of my cuckold research. And, yet another hunch was confirmed. Denny liked having a cock in his mouth.

"Let's move to the bedroom," Sir said, and I could swear I heard a whimper of disappointment from Denny as Sir's cock pulled out of his mouth.

Having a suite made me think of how nice it was going to be having boyfriends over who would fuck me in every room of our house. I jumped on the bed and spread my legs. I didn't have to be told to beg. It's one of those things that comes naturally to me.

"Please fuck my whore cunt, Sir."

"Yes, Master, please fuck my bride. She's a whore and she needs to have big cock going in her."