“Well, I do declare, that black cock does look delicious.” I lisped as the big Mandingo stepped out of the bathtub. His magnificent fuckstick took away my breath and it wasn’t just the tight corset. I knew better than to be in the slave quarters while my husband was out of town. He had warned me about the niggers who hungered for white pussy. I loved our slaves though and visited them every chance I got. You see, my husband, under that powdered wig, was a pompous ass with a tiny cock. He had been trying to impregnate me for years by burrowing his tiny penis in my inner folds and grunting out a tiny squirt of cum. Even a lady needs something more.
I had noticed big Mimba, or Moe as we called him, right after my spouse bought him at auction in Charleston. He was ebony and his back was scarred. He dared look into my blue eyes and that was all it took. I slipped unnoticed into his barn quarters that first night while my drunken husband slept. He touched me like fine china, as fear and desire flowed through his loins. Fucking a white woman was death. But was I not worth death? He pulled me to him, smelling of musk and I almost swooned. He pushed up my skirts and freed his massive 12 inch cock from his African loincloth. I was begging, moaning for him to fill my wet pussy with nigger meat. His thrust lifted me off my feet as he touched my cervix deep inside. I wrapped my long pale legs around his waist, trapping him inside of me, as he began a jungle beat into my cunt. I had already cum twice when I felt him swell and began to spasm. His erratic breath become a low groan as he pumped a thick, creamy load into my forbidden white pussy. I didn’t stay long afterward. We both knew the dangers that we were unable to resist.
Back in my mansion, I felt his sperm injection as it began to seep back out of my raw pussy, forming beads of nigger jizz along the hair fringed edge of my slit. I wondered if my husband would smell the musky sex odor that emanated from my sweaty body. I giggled at the thought of him being a slave cuckold. Let death take us both for I cannot give up sex with my nigger slave. He is my addiction and my dirty secret.
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Dr G’s Interracial Phone Sex Therapy
He sought me out for interracial phone sex therapy a few weeks ago.
Bless his heart he has never been in an interracial relationship. He wants to ask her out. According to him she is smart and funny and stunningly beautiful! Ever since she started working at the office he has spent countless hours jerking his dick and fantasizing about her. What her body would look like standing naked before him. What her skin would smell like all musky after hours of making love. What her lips would feel like wrapped around his hard shaft. Would she be shy or a wild fire? Would she spit or swallow? What would it be like to kiss her? All burning questions in his mind and all questions that he is afraid to find answers to.
I have arranged to be at a restaurant where they will be having lunch. It is that “accidental” meeting that is going to be his catalyst into the world of interracial dating.
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There had been a work party at Simon’s job, mostly boring but it came with free drinks. Simon was drinking more than normal and by the end of the night, I knew he couldn’t walk himself to the car. That’s when I met Caleb. Caleb was a co-worker of his, big strong black man, who help me get Simon to the car. He offered to even go home with us and to get Simon into the house. I had noticed Caleb’s eyes lingering on me, so I eagerly nodded.
The trip home was quick and we helped Simon up to our master bedroom. He was drunk, but still very much awake as we put him into a chair in the room. Then he looked between us. “My wife’s very hot, isn’t she Caleb?” Caleb nodded. “Do you want to fuck her?” I was shocked to hear those words come out of Simon’s mouth, but I couldn’t help but get wet at the idea. Glancing at Caleb’s crotch, I could make out the size of his cock and it was huge and hardening. Caleb nodded to Simon again. “Then fuck her for me.” Simon said as he started undoing his own pants.
Having Simon watching was making my heart race as Caleb moved towards me. He wasn’t gentle. Caleb ripped my blouse open and harshly cupped my breasts. I gave off moans as he tweaked my nipples with his fingers and then he flung me onto the bed, pulling me to the edge so my skirt was rolled up to my hips. His hands ripped open my nylons and took in the sight of my dripping wet pussy as I had chosen not to wear panties. “Your wife’s fucking hot.” Caleb said as he undid his pants and pushed them down. His huge black cock sprung free, so hard and erect. “I’m going to ruin that sweet little pussy.” he growled. His words were only making me hotter as I glanced over at Simon, watching him as he sat there, stroking himself.
My eyes went wide as Caleb started filling me with his large fuck wand. He reached so much deeper, stretched me wider than any other before. Once he had slid all the way in, he started to pound into me. Being so wet and ready for him helped as he fucked me so hard that I was screaming out. Filling my pussy and using me in front of my husband. Caleb had me by the hips and was using me like a meat sheath and I was loving every moment. Gripping the bed, I felt my climax building with each slam into my fuck hole. “Fuck me!” I screamed at him. “Fuck me better than my husband ever has! Fuck me and fill me with your jizz!” I cried out to him. I was a moaning screaming mess as everything just felt so good as I came. My pussy constricting and as I felt him finish as well, I was milking his cock, letting his hot spunk fill me inside. And with the last few thrusts, I heard Simon climaxing in his own lap. The poor fool. Watching him pass out with his pants around his ankles, I knew he might not remember this. Looking back up at Caleb as he pulled out and slipped his pants back on, I smiled and purred, “Come see me again soon.”