How I became Black Owned - Copied

[hirarandi]

Hi, my name is Sally. I'm a tall redheaded professional woman living in a major American city, in my early thirties, recently engaged to a terrific guy, Tom. Tom is also a professional, and we're very much in love.

I never in a million years would have expected the events I'm about to describe to have happened to me. I'm a straight-laced girl. Sure, I have had a normal number of relationships--and even been married before for a few years. And, yes, I'm considered quite nice looking. I have a cute face, and--if I do say so myself--an outstanding figure. Imagine curvy, with good-size breasts and a pert rear-end--and very long legs. Tom flatters me that I'm built like Scarlett Johansson but with long legs.
Life was going smoothly and uneventfully. I was looking forward to our wedding in a few months, and our careers were going well, too.
Then I met Jerome. It was on a flight home from a business trip. We were seated next to each other on a five hour flight in first class. I had gotten lucky with an upgrade. Jerome was a successful entrepreneur who routinely flies first.
From the moment I laid eyes on him, I was struck with his rugged and dark handsome appearance and physique. Not extremely handsome in the face, he nevertheless had rugged good looks. He was a dark chocolate black color with a neatly shaved head, perfect teeth, and 6-6 of pure muscle. I had never had the nerve to date black guys, but I was attracted to them.
We only chatted a bit early in the flight but starting about half way into the flight, I was finding Jerome charming and entertaining. He had me laughing. He waited until we are taxiing at the gate--like a gentleman so I wouldn't feel cornered--and asked me out. I reminded him I was engaged, and he replied, with his bright smile: "...but not married yet... Just honor me with one date. It'll be fun. Nothing need come of it." I couldn't resist his charming way and gave him my number.
Nothing came of it for a few weeks, and I had started to think maybe he had just enjoyed flirting with me. And then, unexpectedly, he did finally call. He was so warm and charming, I figured what harm could it do to enjoy one or two more dates before getting hitched? (I soon learned!) So anyway, I said yes, and we agreed to meet for a drink after work one day when Tom was going to be out of town.
Well, one drink and many laughs led to another drink--and then another. We were seated in a cozy dark booth in this upscale bar near Jerome's place-- another part of town from where Tom and I lived. Jerome had all the right gentle touches. Then he leaned in and kissed me. And I liked it so I kissed him back. We kissed and cuddled for a long time, and then--throwing caution to the wind--I let him convince me to go up to his apartment.
When we got there, he continued to be very amorous-- and I have to admit I matched his enthusiasm. 100 percent. We were making out on his sofa quite energetically when he finally guided my hand to what seemed like a hot metal cylinder in his pants. I couldn't believe the size and heat of it.
I lost track of things from there. It was a whirlwind. Next thing I knew, we were naked with him thrusting inside of me, bringing me quickly to orgasm, then subsiding a little and then orgasming again. A couple of time before I had orgasmed twice during sex, but never again and again like this!
Jerome and his glorious shaft possessed my pussy more profoundly than I ever thought possible. His cock reached places deep up inside me that had never been touched before. We looked so erotic all intertwined. He was more powerful and manly than anyone I had been with before. Our combined juices soaked his bed. All while his tongue and lips deliciously danced with mine, and his arms and hands groped me everywhere and made me feel so totally desired and loved. For a few minutes, he would thrust rough and hard, and then for a brief period he would go soft and easy--and then he would do it again-- and again and again.
He lasted a good long while before he came. He was a gentleman and asked me where I wanted his cum. There was only ever one option-- "Deep inside me, Jerome! Cum inside me!!" Of course his burst of cum set me off on yet another deep orgasm. I shouted so loud with my orgasm, I was embarrassed, actually!
There was never any condom. I was on the pill, and I was too comfortable with Jerome and caught in the moment for me to have paused to ask him to wear one.
Sex had never felt this good ever. I felt so taken and possessed. And I loved it!
When we paused and were cuddling, he said to me, "Sally, you really hadn't ever been properly blacked before had you?" I shook my head meekly. "Now that you have, do you think you can ever settle for anything less?" No, he was right. If what we had just done was called "me being blacked," no, I could not imagine not being blacked again and again and again! In fact, I wanted that intense blacked feeling all the time! And I told him so. "Please, Jerome! I loved, loved, loved being blacked by you! Will you please black me again and again and again?!"
Now he turned a little serious. "Sally, my darling, I'm so touched. Truly I would love to black you again and again. I would love to make you mine. In fact, I would love to own your pussy. But are you sure that's what you would want? It comes with more conditions than a date and a romp. I have very definite expectations for a fine woman like you if I am to black her routinely."
"Anything," I told him, "I cannot possibly go back to boring white sex after this. Tom isn't bad--but he's nothing compared with being blacked by you! What do you need from me?"
"Simple," Jerome told me, "You and your Tom need to agree that you will go black only. That your pussy will be only for me and---you will grow accustomed to this---for my black friends. And neither Tom nor any white man will ever touch your pussy again. You have to go strictly black. Oh, and there is more. Do you want to hear the rest of it?"
I practically begged to hear the rest of it. I was a little pathetic. But the sex was just that outstanding. It was like you mixed your best ever sex with a white guy with winning a lottery ticket while eating a bowl of ice cream, all in the middle of a tropical vacation--it was just an orgy of great feelings. Almost indescribable.
"Yes, Jerome, what is the rest of it?!"
And so he laid out the following.... (1) Tom would need to accept his sexless role or leave me. He might sometimes be allowed to eat me out to clean up cum from my pussy or ass, but that would be Tom's only contact with my pussy and ass. I could still blow him--but with Jerome's permission only. (2) Whenever I was alone with Jerome or any black man, I would have to be naked or immediately get naked. (3) I was never to refuse him sex, but if one of my openings--mouth, pussy, or ass--was uncomfortable or tired, I could offer him another. (4) Yes, I would have to give him my anal virginity--and that "option" would regularly be on the "menu." (5) Eventually, I was to be shared with his friends--but only good guys who were his close friends, he would be picky on my behalf. I could be selective with his friends, but if I turned one down, I might be denied sex with Jerome for as long as a month. (6) Everyone would be bareback. I could stay on the pill at first, but eventually Jerome would require me to flush my pills and he might give them to me-- *if* he wished. (7) If Tom did leave me or we broke up, I was to work towards marrying another white guy to be my cuckold. Jerome did not need a wife to support, and he found it much more arousing to own a white guy's wife.
I got wet, my nipples hardened, and my face flushed just thinking about these delicious rules...
As for the very first rule, and going black only.... And Tom having to accept that... I knew that Tom secretly looked at porn a lot, and I was not sure whether he would stay with me or leave me. I knew a lot of white guys fantasize about their women hooking up with black men... Becoming black owned, like I was now considering was quite a bit more than just a hook up! But having just had such shockingly amazing sex, being blacked by Jerome, Tom was a very dim concern. He just wasn't that important to me right at that moment--sad as it might be to say. Not compared to being blacked!
I loved the nasty idea of pivoting to being for Jerome and black cocks only. It made me tingle to think about! And it turned me on to think that together we would be dominating Tom--or another white guy--as my cuckold. Delicious!
When I further envisioned how demanding Jerome planned on being-- both for himself and his friends-- frankly, I shuddered a little from the excitement of how nasty it was. How vulnerable I would be! How deliciously used and possessed I would be! I never knew I had this side before-- but now I did!!
I pondered it only a few minutes before hugging Jerome, kissing him, swirling my tongue deep into his mouth, while groping his cock-- and telling him a super big YES!!!

[hirarandi]

After that first incredible night of being blacked by Jerome--my first black sex ever--and even though I was ready to swear my life away to black cock, Jerome sent me home with instructions to "relax and think it over" because it's a big step to do all that he required, to give up the possibility of a "normal" life with my fiancé, Tom, whom I had previously thought of as the love of my life.

Jerome was right of course. It was a giant step to consider. And once the bliss of that first night (and next morning!) together had faded for a little, some genuine angst started to set in.
If I really did agree to becoming black owned and follow through with it, it would be a huge change in my life. Yes, of course, nothing would be the same with Tom. But the changes wouldn't stop there. Inevitably everyone I know would find out. I would certainly start having black babies before long. My parents would find out. My brother and sisters. Aunts and uncles and cousins. All of my friends from high college, from college. My friends from grad college. Indeed, with my having little mocha-colored babies, my coworkers would find out. Same with my bosses and the "big bosses" at the consulting firm where I worked.
Not only would people put together that I had a brown "baby daddy" (and then maybe multiple daddies, depending on what Jerome wanted!) but they would probably also learn of my total lifestyle, as I would be expected to find some white fellow to marry, and he would also be in the picture.
For a first brown baby, we might be able to get away with a story about a sperm donor. But how about a second brown baby? Who would believe that we had picked a brown-skinned sperm donor not just once, but twice or thrice? Or if we tried a ridiculous tale about two sperm donor mistakes in a row? Of course I would be sunk from hiding my lifestyle once I had a second brown baby. And if I got hooked enough on Jerome to have brown baby #1, it only stands to reason that I would also go for brown baby #2 (or maybe even more!)... Jerome had mentioned that he never planned to stop breeding any woman he possessed, and if the babies became too expensive for my future husband and me to keep, adoption would be the expected option. (I guess I figured he would relent and not TOTALLY turn me into a baby factory!)
Although we lived in sophisticated suburban Boston and not some Southern backwater, or what have you, this kind of thing still would be viewed at least as quite "unusual"--in fact, without me being married to a black man, it would be viewed by others, I am sure, as quite bizarre, and by some certainly as "perverted."
I thought about how, realistically, I could end up shunned by some people. Maybe I would even lose a good chunk of my family and friends to this? Maybe I would lose my own Mom and Dad? Maybe one or more of my siblings?
Yes, that's what seemed most likely. Probably I *would* lose a bunch of people--including people I loved dearly and counted on in my life. Would I gain others? I mean, besides my new Black "owner" and his handful of good pals would I really gain anyone? Jerome had mentioned that he had several friends and associates who owned white women the way that he proposed to own me, and that I could meet some of the other women and make friends. But he also cautioned me that few, if any, of them were as educated and professional as I, so I might not feel like I have that much in common (except of course our sexual needs!).
So probably while my sex life would explode into this new level of satisfaction that I had never before even conceived of, the other parts of my life, my social life and family life, they would shrink.
Could I make that sacrifice?
I went on a lot of long walks over the next week--while Tom remained away and Jerome had me thinking it over. Each walk ended the same way. I had a bittersweet feeling of impending loss--but at the same time soaked panties.
Once I would round the corner and see my apartment building door, the prospect of some relief through self-pleasure would get so great that I could swear that once or twice not only were my panties soaked, but I was almost panting! Only a long session with my new big brown dildo would then take the edge off. After this went on for three or four days--and Tom mercifully was still on the road--I did realize the clear conclusion: I had to do it. I had to go black. I had to let Jerome own me and my pussy (and mouth, rear end, and everything!). Now that I had sample the sexual nirvana of being blacked--at least the nirvana it was like for me..... and even though it would mean some real personal losses.... At the age of 32-and-a-half, I, Sally XXXXXX--clean cut professional white woman from Massachusetts--I would be going all the way Black. There was absolutely no way I could call Jerome and say anything other than "I'm in."
I called up Jerome to tell him. I was excited as I had ever been for a phone call. "Jerome, I've thought it over. I know there will be a lot that will change in my life. I'll have to plan to accept some losses, including probably losing some people who are important to me. But the connection with you and being blacked by you is just too exciting. I have to do it--if you still also want me. Let's do it. Let's have you own my pussy... and I guess the other parts of me, too!" That last part I added a little bit sheepishly, I admit! As turned on as I was, I was also a little bit scared of what I was getting myself into!
"Hey, Sally. Fabulous news! I thought that's what you were going to decide, but I'm glad you took a few days. Absolutely fabulous. I'll be over in an hour so we can celebrate. Why don't you put on some music and pour yourself some wine, and I'll be right there..."
After pausing for a beat, Jerome added, "...Hey, you know what else, actually?... Listen, my buddy Rex from my time in the Marines is hanging out with me tonight... We were catching up and watching the game... He's a good man, and a dear friend... The kind of friend I told you we would include... How would you feel about getting started? It would be VERY special to me if we celebrated your 'Decision Night' with one of my best friends."
I only hesitated for maybe half a second: "Sounds good to me, Jerome... Is there anything special I should do to get ready?" Jerome proceeded to give me some detailed direction to put just some skimpy lingerie and a robe on for him and his friend...
I, too, had already been thinking about this scenario--it was a daydream on most of my walks even! So I had a question ready for him as well: "I've been meaning to ask you, by the way... Would you like me to call you 'Master' when we're in situations with other people? I've been thinking it might turn you on.... And, well, um... It would turn me on, too, actually... And, well, you pretty much are my master now, aren't you?" I cooed.
"Yeah, babe. Sorry I forgot to mention. I got so caught up in the big stuff. Definitely you should call me 'master' or 'sir' in the presence of others. Thanks for catching the vibe. You are special, aren't you?! Damn!! We'll be there in a little bit. You remember your other rules?"
I was getting so excited just talking about him and Rex coming over! I can't remember ever being so turned on from just talking on the phone! "You know, babe, I might not be exactly sure of all the rules... Why don't you email them to me to study later... In the meantime, when you and Rex get here, you can just make me do whatever you want!" And I really meant it! I knew they weren't interested in hurting me--just blacking me... blacking me thoroughly and deeply with their big black cocks!
Jerome added, "One more thing, babe. I'd feel more comfortable in front of my friends being a little nastier than when we're on our own. It's more in my gang's mojo, if you know what I mean... You gonna be okay if we call you 'slut' or 'bitch' or 'whore' or even the c-word?"
I seriously double-loved this! I loved that my new black owner was going to be both sweet and rough, both kind and callous, both gentle and hard. This combination, together with his amazing physique, his rugged handsomeness, and his huge cock--the whole package was exactly why I was so excited for Jerome to own me!
It took me only a minute to get dressed to Jerome's liking. Then I couldn't help but stroke my pussy some while I waited for the two men to come over. I made sure to sit on a little towel that I could quickly throw behind the couch when I would run to answer the door--and that towel was sure going to get wet!

[hirarandi]

Well, that night with Rex and Jerome was something else. It's over now. I'm going to summarize it a bit quickly so I can sooner get to telling you all about something even more interesting: How I got Tom, my fiance, on board with my going black, becoming black-only and us both getting black-owned.

Here are the highlights of that night with the two guys, in a few sentences: It was an intense, all-night fuckfest with me as the object of attention. As soon as they got in the door, this new man, Rex, a stranger to me entirely, grabbed me in his arms and jammed his tongue in my mouth--and it felt like down my throat. He held me for a while as he groped me everywhere, frenched me aggressively, and then fingered me. I nearly melted in embarrassment at how soaking my pussy was by the time he probed it with his large fingers. It was such a turn on to be attacked like he was doing by this well-built--but frankly not very handsome --black man. I felt like such a sex object. He then pushed me over the back of the nearest sofa, pulled my panties down just enough, and stuck his 10" or 11" cock inside me in one slow thrust from behind. He held my hips firmly, and I loved it from the start. It was every bit as exciting as the sex with Jerome a few nights ago, but the sluttiness of being used by a total stranger instead of an acquaintance, whom I had at least flirted with and chatted with first, added a new dimension that was new and highly charged. Who would have ever imagined? I apparently LOVED being used by black guys. Yes! Apparently I *did* love being used by big black guys with big black cocks--and I didn't even care if they had a handsome face!
That set the tone for the evening, as I alternated sucking and fucking the two men. Much of the sucking was more like being face-fucked, to be real about it.
Between the two of them, they were able to last virtually all night, and it was probably 5 am or so by the time we were all fucked out. I was swimming in and caked with their cum and my juices.
Tom was still out of town, so when Jerome called me at 3pm that afternoon, after I'd gotten some sleep, it was no problem to pick up. I noticed my pussy felt warm and tingly even from just seeing his number on my phone. Wow!
"Hey, how's my number #1 white slut feeling this afternoon, Sally?" Jerome purred at me.
"Fine, Master, thank you." Even though we were in private, "Master" just felt more natural to me now that I had started to give Jerome so much control over me. The night before was so incredible, I just loved being a slut for him. The memories of all of the night's orgasms flooded through me.
"Calling me 'Master' even though we are talking privately, I see? Well, well.... We must be making progress. Hm..." He paused for a bit. I obediently waited rather than filling the silence. "I think we need to add some structure and build some momentum. Unfortunately, I have a rather busy schedule for the next couple of weeks, even though I'd love to come by and be using my new property as much as possible... I'll tell you what, let's make things a bit of a challenge. I'll be back in exactly three weeks from Friday, which would be three weeks from when I think your fiance is returning, right?" I confirmed it to him, and he continued. "Well in three weeks, I'll come by at 7pm, and you'll welcome me in with a French kiss and him on his knees ready to take my cock out for you. I think you can swing it. Okay? If you can't swing it, MAYBE we'll figure out another way forward, but I could decide to play with some other sluts and make you wait longer, got it? So if you want to get fucked by me more faster, that's your motivation, okay?"
My pussy tingled. I loved the image of greeting him that way with my Tom in that submissive cuckold role. I tried not to answer too quickly. "Yes, Master. That sounds exciting. I like taking on a challenge if it will please you, Master."
"Great. You're going to want some advice. When we hang up, I'm going to text you a few web addresses and also phone numbers of a couple of my friends' top white sluts, who you can go to for advice. I'd like my new slut Sally to succeed! Alright? Well, good luck with the next few weeks! Oh, and I almost forgot. You can only orgasm when needed to give Tom motivation and never in private, got that? In fact, tell him that you're only allowed to come on a phone call with me or while using a big black dildo, and use that as one of your tools to manage him." And of course, I acknowledge my Master.
"Slut, would you like to rub one out quickly before I go and this next phase begins? I have about three more minutes..." Jerome continued.
"Oh, yes, please Master!"
"Very well then, get busy, slut! I'm just going to read this sports article I have in front of me, and you have until I finish! I suggest you look at one of the pics of my cock on your phone to help you out."
I was so horny and excited about everything going on, I was so thrilled that I was getting even closer to being fully black owned by Jerome, with my fiance as cuckold, that it took me next to no time to rub one out. "Arrrrgh, yesss!!! Fuck, yesss!!!!!!! Cumminnnnnnnnggggg!!!!" I yelled into the phone, in about a minute.
"Excellent, babe," Jerome said to me. "I'm so glad for you that you're so excited to be taking these steps towards becoming my full time black only slut. Excellent!! This is a big turn on for me, too!!"
Jerome paused for another moment, and I could tell he was thinking of more ideas for me. "You know what," he soon added. "If you promise not to even let Tom's dick in your pussy not even one more time, not even in your mouth one more time--nor of course to give him your ass virginity... Well, then you can come ONCE more tonight. Okay. Now would that be worth it? Would you like that trade-off? Is coming now worth making him lose out on the proper sex-goodbye he deserves, are you turned on enough that you would take that trade-off? Are you selfish enough and devoted enough to being black-owned that you would do that to the man that you have loved??"
I was torn. I paused and thought about it for a few moments. And, you know what, it wasn't so much about how horny I still was--although I was VERY horny--it was about my sexual devotion that was growing to Jerome, so I asked him. "You tell me, Master... Would it turn you on if I *did* take that trade-off?? I'll let you decide, Master. If it's going to be a turn-on for you, and you tell me to do it, I'll do it."
"Yes, then absolutely, slut. You go take that trade-off. You rub another one out--and you promise us both that none of your holes will touch his dick again ever! He only gets handjobs--and only when I say, and only for the first twelve months, MAX! You do go for it, slut!"
I had already started rubbing while he was talking to me and it only took me a few seconds, "Oooohhh!!! FuckkkkK!!!! Crapppp!!!! Cummmminggggg alreadddddddyyy!!!!! Ungggg!!!!! Arrrrggghhh!!! Yyyyyeessss!!!!!"
"Nicely done, slut. I don't know if this is going to make it harder or easier for you to convert Tom to your cause, but you'll certainly have a very serious message for him on his arrival, eh?!? Haaaaah!!! I love it! Upper-class professional white guy comes home to find his fiancee is almost 100% black owned since he was away... Deeeeeeliiiightfulll!!!"
Hearing my Master so enthusiastic made my juices flow again, and I could feel them start to drip down the side of my thigh, even!
We got off the phone, and I knew I had my work cut out for me. I used the information Jerome had sent to do research, and I also talked to the girls at the two numbers he had provided. I got *lots* of seemingly useful information, and I came up with an elaborate scheme that I thought would unfold over about two weeks...
Then Tom came home and my whole plan went to crap.
He came in the door that Friday, and we gave each other a nice hug, but he could tell something was up. I was a mess, and I'm sure I looked worried and stressed--perhaps even the most stressed since he'd known me. "What's the matter, Babe?" he asked, "You look like you got a cancer diagnosis or something. What happened?"
"No, no! Nothing like that!" I started to reassure him--before realizing that maybe he would think the actual situation was even worse than if I had gotten cancer!
"Have a seat, and I'll tell you."
I shivered with excitement and ambivalence. Yes, I was upset that I was about to hurt my long-time fiance, whom I still loved--albeit now in a new, much more limited way. But I was also really excited to be moving further along towards my new black-only status.
Once I told Tom I was going black-only, then it would be even MORE real! It was so titillating to think about. And I flushed and started to breathe a bit heavily. I'm sure Tom thought it was quite odd.
I sat at the opposite end of our long sofa. We were facing each other. My whole scripted set of ideas left me, and I just spilled my guts.
"Well, Tom, I'm really, really, REALLY sorry about this!! But I'm afraid everything is different now. While you were away, I met someone else, and... Well, I made love with him. And... Uh, well, it's more than that!! I'm so, so, sorry, Babe!!! Well, you see, he *owns* me sexually now. I'm owned by another man... I can still be in a relationship with you, but only if you accept that my Master owns my pussy, mouth, and ass... He says that I can still give you an occasional mercy handjob though... uh.... *when* he allows it, and well... well... and only for the first year. He said that, too!"
Tom is not a wimpy guy, and his reaction was explosive at first. "What?!?!? What the FUCK are you telling me, Sally?!?!?!" He jumped off the sofa and yelled at me.
At least I knew Tom wasn't a violent man.
"Are you fucking kidding me??? Who does this kind of thing?!? I go away on a fucking business trip for a few weeks, and you ALLOW yourself--you GIVE yourself over to become the property of some Master?!?!?! Who the fuck is this 'Master'?!?!? What does he have, the fucking magic-most dick of the whole fucking UNIVERSE?!?!?!?!?!"
He paused, but he was pacing. I got up, too, just in case he did start to lose control and not just yell. Tom glared at me. Waiting for an answer. I was still mute. "Answer me, you fucking idiot!!!" Tom yelled at me. I could hardly blame him.
"Well, uh..." I started sheepishly. "Actually, he pretty much does have a magic dick," I finally blurted out.
Tom glared at me, waiting to hear more.
"I guess I should just spill it. My Master has a magic eleven-inches long and two-inches across giant, beautiful, monstrous, ginormous, and delicious... BIG... BLACK... COCK!! His name is Jerome, and yeah... He's fucked me so well and thoroughly, I really like his company... and so I agreed that he owns me so that he will keep fucking me as much as possible... I don't think he's going to be exclusive to me, but he one-hundred percent requires that I be exclusive to him!"
Tom slumped against a wall, and I continued--a tiny bit sad, but earnestly much more excited to be asserting my sexual needs over his.
"I don't even get to fuck him all the time. He's going to keep having other girlfriends, too... But just so that Jerome will continue to fuck me on-going-- I am hoping frequently-- I agreed that he gets to be 'Master Jerome,' and he owns all my holes--including the one that you haven't gotten to use ever-- that I was never going to give to you to use..."
Tom shook his head in disbelief as he resumed pacing, huffing, and glaring at me. I did wonder if he might start to break things!
"I'm so sorry, Tom. I didn't plan for this to happen. But he is *THAT* incredible to have sex with--sometimes fucking, sometimes making love-- I would have done anything to get him to stay part of my life, and that's what he wants... That's what he REQUIRES of me, is for me to be black-only and black-owned... And when he asked me to make the commitment he did give me a week to think it over, and the sex with him was so incredible-- and you know how much I love sex-- that it truly was not a hard decision for me at all in the end."
Tom processed some of this and naturally it angered and energized him further.
"What?!?!?!" He more or less screamed. "This is not just a short-term thing?? This is the end of us?? In the two weeks I was gone, Sally, you decided to be a black-owned whore for the rest of your whole fucking life?!?! You gotta be kidding?!?!! Who does this? Are you sure this isn't a fucking put-on??? I mean, it seems too cruel and twisted to be a put-on, but is it???"
"No, sorry, Babe. No put-on. He even had me agree to no goodbye sex for you. You're done with me except maybe my hand. I'm not even allowed to romantically kiss you, either, by the way. A sociable peck, sure, but no French kisses or sexual smooches. Maybe if you're good he'll generously tell me to kiss your ear or neck sometime, but I wouldn't expect it."
I was being a little cruel now with so much detail, I realized. But I loved my newfound power, and I found it turned me on to tell Tom how deprived he was going to be. I guess I had a bit of a sadistic side that somehow I hadn't tapped into before!
While Tom paced, I continued. "But also Master Jerome wants me to have a white cuckold husband, and I told him a lot about you... Both of us would still like you to be my white cuckold husband... If, of course, you can make peace with it. You would be expected to be a bi-cuckold of course. You probably wouldn't have to give up your boy pussy to Jerome or his friends, but there would definitely be oral duties... That's what Master has told me!"
I was a little surprised at how brave I was with all of this, but it was so exciting to lay out these radical expectations for my poor white fiancee!
"I can't believe this!! This is bullshit!!" Tom shouted, and he stormed out the front door and gave it a huge slam.
That didn't go quite as I had imagined, that's for sure. Somehow I had kidded myself that it might be a pleasant conversation.
However, I did realize that the conversation had more than met my expectations in another way: I felt incredibly HAPPY with myself, incredibly proud that I had asserted what I wanted from my sex life, and just laid it out there as the most important thing. And, further, I was more turned on and horny than I had imagined I would be!
With Tom gone, I more fully took stock of myself. My panties were drenched. I looked down and I could see the wetness even soaked through the entire groin area of my jeans!
Now alone, I felt a huge urge to get my big black dildo jammed inside me-- the best thing I could think of for while I was alone! I looked out the window to make sure Tom was gone, bolted and chained the door, and ran to the bedroom.
Unfortunately, before I could jam my big black dildo inside me and get off, I remembered my other promise to my Master: No cumming by myself. Only in front of Tom.
I don't know how I managed to calm myself enough to sleep the night. My pussy stayed drenched without the benefit of any release, and I couldn't keep from getting my PJs moist in the crotch. I tossed and tossed and tossed, and it must have been nearly morning before I finally fell asleep for just a few hours. Whatever was I going to do?

[Curiousbull]

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