How I became a black cock slut II

If you read my last story, you’ll know that I’m just an average girl with an average husband, living an average life. That is I was. Then my husband bought me a killer 48 double D rack that was the beginning of his plan to introduce me to the wonderful world of big black cocks. And how very wonderful it has been. My average life is so far behind me that it really seems like someone else’s life. Now I totally enjoy the power and attention that a once average woman can enjoy if she has nice, firm and really big tits. I wouldn’t say I’m a smoker, but I love how nasty I feel smoking. My many lovers have told me how sexy it is. They’ve taught me how to smoke so it looks like I’m the kind of girl that loves to suck big black cocks and who loves to have her husband watch as she is slowly and painfully stretched out by them. Now I use my smoking to turn my husband on; and my well hung black lovers who enjoy it. But not everyone does. I always do.

My favorite part is when the nicotine rush first hits me. It goes right to my *********** (my clit) – which always makes me wet. I also love getting high. Its become part of my ritual before, during and after sex. It makes my body super sensitive to everything and it frees my mind to focus on the tiniest detail of what is happening to me-or what I’m doing to someone else. But outside of getting ready for a night of sex, I don’t smoke anything. Unless I’m drinking, then anything goes.

But I also wouldn’t say I’m a drinker. I only drink when I’m horny or when I’m hoping to have sex. But I digress. Where was I? Oh, yes, I was just an average woman. I didn’t think much about sex at all. Mainly keeping house, making some bank, and keeping up with all the social media gossip. But now…well, if you had tits like mine, you’d think about sex as much as I do (Glenn-my husband-tells me I’m as bad as a guy). But everywhere I go my rack attracts looks like they are giant electro-magnets and the eyes of men (and women!) have black iron for pupils. And don’t think (like I used to) that men stare at tits more than women; because I’m here to tell you that a big rack makes women want to be submissive to me and do whatever I want them to do – just like I’ve learned that a big black cock makes you’re average guy want to get on his knees and then on his hands and knees. And that’s kinda what this story is about. But mainly its about my second big black cock.

You see, Glenn and I recently saw how many views my first story got here on xhamster, and Glenn is insisting that I write another one about my second big black cock. So this is what this story is really about. But it also involves Glenn and all that I’ve found out that big black cocks can do to your average white man (I can say this because I’ve experienced it with many more than just my husband). Yes, I’ve used my rack and my slutty ways to render many white men (and women whenever I’m in the mood) completely senseless; and then have them do things they tell me afterwards that they never imagined they might do. Since you might say that I’m obsessed with monster mandingo cocks, this almost always involves not only my extremely bodacious boobs, but a black man that is oh so dangerously hung. Glenn says its kind of the law of attraction: my rack attracts men confident enough to handle it – which means they’re confident they have the meat that’s on my diet. To get any other man/men (and/or woman/women) that I want to participate, I simply have to be the one making the moves. This is when the sheer power of my huge, firm tits gives me such a mind fuck. There are always those immune, but I’m finding a bit of booze and a little smoking up can flip nearly anyone. Besides, somewhere in them I believe it’s what they want. They just need someone to give them the excuse. Hehehe.

But those are other stories maybe for another time. So, if Glenn and I aren’t going to stay up all night writing this, I better get down to the subject at hand (but I know Glenn likes to read all this other stuff as I write it, so I did). It’s just the kind of loving wife that I am: the kind with killer tits that smokes a sexy cigarette as she types and who is eager to have her whole world center around just one thing. And yep, you already know what that is.

So…let’s see. My second big black cock. The week after my first one didn’t work out, I had just freed this much anticipated monster, when I noticed a sore on the underside, and we had to bail-because I NEVER use a condom. Condoms are not what naughty girls use. But I’m not stupid either. By the next week I was so, so hungry for “it”. Glenn arranged for us to meet Ray again. Or at least that’s what he told me. To add a little spice he asked if I was up for something a little more “public”. Stupid question for an exhibitionist!! While we were waiting for the weekend though, we couldn’t help but porn out on a couple of the weeknights. As was becoming our habit, we’d watch plentifully wide and long black studs stretch white pussies painfully open until they submitted and gave in to the pleasure that always followed. And of course Glenn and I would do whatever they were doing. All kind of normal stuff until the second vid we watched turned out to be something called cuckolding (now I know what that is, but at the time I didn’t).

Glenn was wearing Leroy (our big black strap on) and I was on my knees smoking both my cigarette and Leroy. Then suddenly the chick on the video called her husband (or boyfriend-or whatever) over and asked him to hold it for her. Well, Glenn couldn’t very well do that with the cock he was wearing now could he? There was a moment of confusion for us both until I thought of using the other black strap on as a stand in. I detached it from the harness and used its suction cup to stick it to one of our sliding glass doors. Then I knelt in front of it and started giving it head. Then, like the chick in the video, I told Glenn to come and hold it for me.

For the first time Glenn seemed perplexed. I thought that maybe this was the wrong move. But since I was very high (and more than a bit drunk), my mind was spending eternity on all of the options. Everything seemed in slow motion. I looked at the monitor where the guy was looking more at the black cock than at his wife. I looked at Glenn who was looking back and forth between the monitor and me. Then the wife told her husband to “clean it off” and she swayed the monster black rod right against her husbands face. He hesitated, then, just as he was ready to go for it, she switched it over to her mouth and started deep throating it. Then, when she took it out of her mouth again, she just reached behind her husband’s head and forced him on to it. He tried to pull away, but she said forcefully, “Suck it! Suck it bitch!” Her hand pushed it deep into his mouth; let him come up, and then pushed him down again. Then she said, “That’s it bitch-suck it good!”. I looked at Glenn and he was transfixed. That’s when, somehow, my pot fumed and alcohol tinged mind had its epiphany.

I took the black dildo off the sliding glass door and sauntered over to Glenn’s work desk. I must say, whenever my rack was in its bouncy sway motion, no gaze could resist it-least of all my husband’s. My red high heels clicked on the tile until I stopped at the chest high steel filing cabinet. Without a word, I knelt down beside my husband and stuck the big black slong onto the cabinet at just the right height. I took a purposefully long and deep drag on my cigarette (building the sexual tension for Glenn, who I knew had to know what was going to happen next); then I grabbed his head and pulled it towards the cock that was still glistening from my previous ministrations. But he resisted and refused to play. First I was confused; then I was pissed. How dare he refuse the powerful naughtiness of what he himself had created (my huge new tits and my still emerging black cock slut) – and without my consent! - I had to add this last part in my own mind. Fuck him! Surprising myself (I love when I do this because I know that something delicious and unexpected is going to happen), I slapped him hard across the face with the hand that wasn’t holding my cigarette. Then I pulled him onto my tits with it and grabbed his cock with my other hand (the one with the cigarette). “Suck it bitch!” I said, and he opened wide and sucked my very erect nipple – and a healthy mouthful of my tit – deeply into his mouth. I squeezed his cock and jerked it while he did this and he moaned his enjoyment. But this isn’t what I wanted. And I wanted what I wanted and I was going to be damned if my husband wasn’t going to give it to me!

So I let go of his cock and held his head with both hands right in front of my face. “Now, bitch, you’re going to suck that cock for me”, I said as I grabbed his cock again. He was speechless. Then, still holding his cock, I brought my cigarette up to my bright red, and what he knew were my black cock sucking lips, and took a sexy drag, just the way he had told me he liked me to. Then I let the smoke drift out of my mouth so that it bathed my face in naughtiness-also just the way he loved it (we’ve both developed something of a smoking fetish I guess). Then I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Tell me-tell me what you’re going to do to that big black cock…” He was silent. God-why was he being such a pussy?!? (or maybe why wasn’t he being a pussy!). “Tell me you’re going to suck it!” I demanded as I squeezed his dick hard. “Tell me! Now! Don’t-fuck-with-me! I know you want to want to. I can tell. You want to, don’t you?!” “Don’t you??” “Yes” he mumbled. Fucking finally!!! “What? What do you want to do?!” I asked as I used his cock to pull him towards the imposing metal file cabinet and the erect black appendage that was the object of my desire-and his; and I knew it! “What do you want to do?-tell me!” “I want to suck it” he mumbled again. “I can’t hear you!” I said as the thrill of the power I now knew was complete surged straight to my pussy. “I want to suck it”, he said clearly. “What to you want to suck?” (now I was just being mean, but fuck him for making me work so hard! Although now I’ve learned that I was being way too hard on Glenn. As experience finally taught me, it turns out that most men (and women) need this much insistence (surprisingly the women usually need more!)).

“I want to suck his big black cock” Glenn obediently answered. “Will you suck it with me?” I asked. “Yes” he submitted. With a firm hold still on my husband’s throbbing cock, I grabbed the slong looming before us with my cigarette hand. And I started sucking and mouthing it. After a few minutes I pulled my husband’s cock (and thus my husband) forward until he was beside me. Then I let go of his cock and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him onto the cock. I forced it deep into his mouth until he gagged, then I let him up. “Suck it bitch!” I said as I pushed him back down on it. I put out my finished smoke and lit a new one. What a sexually interesting discovery. Images of where I could take this flashed through my mind. But fuck him for now. I got what I had wanted. “Now, tell him I want him to fuck me with his big black cock” I told my husband. As I pushed Glenn away from the cock I spun on my hands and knees to face my husband and put the dildo right where it needed to be. “Fuck my wife with your big black cock” my husband said. “Work it in me baby”, I said with imploring eyes to my man. He placed both hands on my shoulders and started forcing me backwards onto the huge fucking dildo we had ordered online (for MUCH less than the adult shops were selling them for!). He pushed, I came; he pushed, I stretched and came; he pushed, I moaned and came; he pushed, I widened, moaned, “Oh fuck yes”, and came again. You get the idea. Then he let me rock forward a bit and then forced me backwards again; until my poor little tight white pussy had been thoroughly brutalized and stretched and filled oh so full; and my inner black cock slut was set completely free. When this happened, Glenn was no longer needed. His roll now was to just sit back and watch me fuck the shit out of our mysterious stranger while he jerked off.

And yes, dear reader, Glenn now has his cock out as he sits here beside me recalling all that I’m sharing with you. And I’ve got one of our black monsters inside me and am slowly riding it as I rock back and forth in my seat-and you should just see my huge, firm tits hovering over the key board as I type. You’d do whatever I wanted too, wouldn’t you? (and I don’t care whether you’re a guy or a chick-you would, wouldn’t you? Hehehe). Even if you think you wouldn’t, believe me, I know how to make you my bitch. Yes, I do. But back to the point of this story.

Friday night finally came and Glenn and I got off work a bit early-no surprise there! Then we got in the car and hit the New York turnpike heading north out of New Paltz (and this should have been a clue to me as to what was to come; but I was already fully fueled with alcohol and the car was smelling of weed, and with my pussy fully occupying my brain, I just wasn’t thinking too clearly. Or maybe I didn’t really care as long as I got Ray’s black monster to stretch me out just the way he had a fortnight ago). We passed one big rest stop, but pulled into a much smaller and less used one about 20 minutes past it: leaving many disappointed truckers to whom I had given quite the show under the soft glow of our dome light. But I’ll leave the details of that up to your imagination. Suffice it to say that if you were a trucker passing us (or being passed by us) there was just no way that you would miss our second set of headlights that were on high beam inside the car (if you get my meaning; if you don’t, just think of my huge exposed rack…).

We sat at one of the provided picnic tables with my sleeveless black top exposing my cleavage of geological proportions, and I was slowly smoking my cigarette like I was thinking about sucking the cock that I knew was coming my way. Since my exhibitionism was already in high gear, I let my red, oh so short skirt, ride all the way into my lap so that my little white, pantyless pussy was fully exposed under the table. A few folks came and went. None of their gazes resisted resting a little too long for discretion on my rack though. Finally, a young black man in dreadlocks walked as if headed into the restroom until he noticed us. Then he sauntered over. “Hey mon” he said in a Jamaican accent. “Am I on the right part of the pike? I’m heading towards Binghamton…” “Come have a seat and we can check my phone” Glenn offered. Once he sat down I kind of rudely ignored him because he didn’t have very big hands (which we know almost always come with big cocks to match).

As Glenn was getting maps to come up on his phone, I saw out of the corner of my eye that this guy was totally eying my tits. I turned away a bit (yeah, I can be something of a bitch if you don’t have what I need). I fished another smoke out of my bag and was getting my lighter when he was suddenly in front of me. “Hey there baby, I’ll get that for you”. As he held the lighter down for me, his crotch was pretty much at eye and lighter level. Though the lighter’s illumination, I could see that he had some kind of blue satinish shorts on, but my eyes snapped down to the head of his dick, which was hanging down about three inches past the end of his short’s leg! And it was fucking thick! My cigarette then dropped with my gaze and I totally missed the light he was offering. He chuckled a bit. “Here you go” he offered as he lowered the lighter. I managed to light my smoke, and then he just walked back over and sat next to Glenn. My pussy got totally wet and I thrilled to my processing of what I had just seen. I turned towards him, “So, thanks for that. I’m Trace by the way.” “I’m Telly”, he said. I squeezed my now very interested rack up between my arms as I raised my cigarette up to my puffy pursed lips and took a very long and sexy drag. Under the table my knees splayed outwards and my toes came up so that only my nine-inch black heels were touching the ground. Unbeknownst to him, my exposed pussy was totally facing him. God what a turn on!!

“My phone isn’t getting reception” Glenn groaned. “I got a map in my car, but my inside light is out and I can’t read it.” “Trace would you go with him and use your phone light for him? I’ll stay here and see if I can get a signal” Glenn said as he climbed up on the table. Telly started off towards his car and I muscled my heels through the grass till we hit the sidewalk. I just loved the way my tits bounced and my tiny little ass jutted out as I walked in the heels behind him. When he stopped to let me catch up, I could see that the sight wasn’t lost on him either. When we had made the short walk to his car, he opened the door to the passenger side like a true gentleman and then got in the driver’s side – leaving both doors open.

I turned on my phone’s light as he grabbed a map from under his seat. As he unfolded the map he caught me looking at his cock: which was even further exposed by his shorts riding up from having adjusted himself in the seat. “Oh, sorry about that, I was just trying to be comfortable on the ride, didn’t know I’d be meeting anybody.” “No baby, you got NOTHING to be sorry about there” I flirted shamelessly. “Yeah, well, neither do you” he said massaging my tits with his gaze. I could feel my nipples tensing up. “Oh, shit” he exclaimed as he saw my high beams come on before his eyes-and as big as my rack is, my nipples are their equal and put on quite the show I’m here to tell you. His entrancement with my tits REALLY turned me on, and the alcohol/pot buzz made me uninhibitedly bold and I found myself spurting, “Yeah, I just have a thing for big black cock-I can’t seem to help myself” God! Did that lame ass porno line really just come out of my mouth!?? I thought with one side of my buzzing brain; as the other side sent a jolt of electricity to my hardening clit. Then, fuck me, I just reached over and grabbed it. This didn’t phase him at all though, so I freed it through his short leg and watched myself as I bent over and just took it in my mouth. Yeah, I was that fucking horny! He moaned and put his hands on the back of my head. I could feel him swelling beyond how wide I could open my mouth, and as his erection lifted his shorts, these became more of a problem. “Hey baby, why don’t you come around” he asked. I walked around just as another car pulled in a parked a couple of spaces down. He had his shorts off and I just squatted down in the space of his open door and started sucking him off.

I heard a car door open and close behind me and then a couple of people walking away towards the restrooms with a guys voice bouncing back to me exclaiming “Holy shit! Did you see that chick?” and then some crude laughing and a couple of other comments I couldn’t make out. Oh man! At having been seen sucking this big black cock I just HAD to put a hand between my legs and rub one out. Just as I was coming…”How you doing Trace?” My head popped up-holy fuck, my buzz and my humming pussy, had pushed Glenn completely out of my mind! “Oh, baby…” was all I could manage before I had to jam as much of this still-growing-and-already fucking-huge black cock down my throat as I could. “Damn Glenn, your wife sure sucks a mean dick. She’s every bit as hot as you said-and more!” It took a second to process this and I found myself laughing softly as my mouth was being pried ever further open by Telly’s massive oncoming erection. Glenn had done it to me again: he had set this whole thing up! God I loved this man!! But oh fuck!! How I wanted this now impossibly huge black cock that had finally reached its full length and girth (and Ray’s monster that I had anticipated in my mind was even left behind in comparison: which was saying quite a bit, let me tell you!)

“Glenn says we’re ‘open air’ tonight baby” Telly revealed as he stood up. His massive hard on reached all the way up to my nipples (though to be fair, my head was only at about his shoulder’s height). He then pushed me back and walked me around the car door to the hood, where he took off his shirt and then pulled my top down-popping half the buttons. Then he buried his face in my tits as he explored between my legs and then worked a couple of fingers inside me. My legs went, but he held me up with one arm as an orgasm rippled through me. “Damn, there’s no stopping this bitch” he exclaimed as I moaned loudly. Here, baby, you hold on to this he said as he turned me around and laid me over the still warm hood of his car. The bare metal thrilled my exposed tits and my pussy was dripping – no, I mean literally dripping. I’m not what you call a squirter, but when I come, there’s no hiding it either. “You first brother” I heard Telly say, “You gotta open this white pussy up a bit for what I got coming her way.”

Oh, man, what a mind fuck-my own husband fucking me in front of this big black stud. I just LOVE a good mind fuck-almost as much as I like a good fucking; or rather, it’s always such a delicious part of a good fucking! I soon felt my husband’s cock working it’s way into me. He’s no big black cock, but he’s not a pencil dick either. Combined with the mind fuck, I totally came-again! He was pounding me hard and my tits were making loud flopping noises on the hood of the car. Then I sensed movement to the front of the car and I saw a couple of young guys were watching (I assumed the guys from the car that pulled up). I came again. Far from being shied by the presence of the guys, I came even louder saying: “O fuck yeah, baby, fuck me! Fuck me just like that!” I heard the guys just say “Holy shit! Holy shit!” over and over as their footsteps retreated to their car and they drove off. I felt my husband start to tense up and at exactly that moment Telly pulled him off of me. “I don’t mind seconds, but I don’t want no sloppy seconds, either” he said. “Okay, baby, you ready for this…”

“Oh yeah, Oh God yeah!” I urged as I felt the head of his cock hot against my now open and ready pussy. At least I thought it was open and ready, but I soon found out that my husband’s pounding was poor preparation for what Telly had for me. I felt him grab my tiny hips forcefully, and then it felt like a Mac truck collided with my tight little pussy. “Ouuuuch-FUCK!” I said. “Bitch, that ain’t even the head!” Telly countered. “Here babe” Glenn said as he pressed a bottle against my still gaping mouth, “take a couple of big pulls on this”. I did and felt the several gulps of rum slide down my throat. We had learned from Ray that alcohol also served the purpose of significantly dulling the pain of having my pussy destroyed. Telly definitely could have learned something about technique from Ray though, because his approach was simply to continue to try and ram his massive and rock hard cock all the way in me as if it was going to go in in one mighty thrust. Fuck me! It certainly DID NOT. But he just didn’t seem to give a fuck! He just kept ramming and thrusting, not caring how little ground he gained within me.

I tried to crawl away saying “Oh fuck, wait! Wait!” (some of you may know from my previous story the one rule I have in sex is about always being able to say “no” - and have that be respected). Like Telly cared. He was fucking ripping me up as his hands clamped me hopelessly against him. “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Glenn-do something!” I heard Glenn say something and Telly released one of his hands. Then I heard a thuck and I saw Glenn hit the ground from a backhand by Telly. Fuck me! As Telly kept at it the pain, even through the rum, was burning through me with every thrust Telly made. Then something unexpected happened as the pain somehow morphed into a perverse pleasure as I was watching myself being abused. He “owned” me. He owned us both. He was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted. The power of it all and my helplessness fucked my already totally fucked mind: I loved it! Past the pain I felt an orgasm take off. I don’t know how long it took him to shove his mean stack of meat all the way into me, but I have to say that I loved every painful fucking moment of it. I just couldn’t stop coming!! I felt myself tearing as he mercilessly pounded his monstrous black cock further and further into me. I was being ripped in half and each rip ignited more orgasms that shot through the pain and exploded in my head, clit and pussy. Then I think that I must have actually blacked out for a few moments. When I came to, I think it was from my tits and my head bouncing off the hood of the car. Then I became away of large heavy sacks swinging up between my legs and slapping me with each thrust, and I knew Telly was balls deep in my poor little damaged white pussy: and I knew that his balls were hefty enough to swing up between my legs!

I was so full that it felt like my pussy didn’t even fucking exist. All there was was this huge fucking black cock that felt like it was fucking my very soul and my clit was riding it hard; and as soon as I realized all this I started coming again-and coming HARD. My black cock slut was free! Fuck free: it was soaring. I heard myself screaming and telling him to fuck me with his big black cock-to make me his bitch. To never stop. Ever. Fuck me fuck me fuck me. Then suddenly headlights exposed everything as a car rolled up and stopped in the lane without pulling in a space. An older guys voice said “Wow….” Still riding an orgasm (they never seemed to stop: just roll into each other), I turned and could see him obviously jerking off. Was the mind fucking never going to end? Over my pleadings for Telly to keep fucking me, I heard the older man say “O fuck” (he must have totally blown his load seeing how this little white chick LOVED getting it from behind by this huge fucking black cock; with her huge rack bouncing and flopping on the car hood; and with her white husband obviously watching and jerking off. Man, he sure got his own little mind fuck, didn’t he?)…after his exclamation, his car just rolled on.

I don’t know how much longer Telly fucked me, but finally he stopped and held himself full-length within me. Then spasms of heat shot through me being as he filled me up with load after load of his hot black-stud cum. I could feel it gushing out of me and splosh, splatting on the road beneath me. He never said a word or made a sound though. His big black cock did all the talking with its rolling spasms and powerful spirts. Finally he backed out of me and managed “Holy fuck bitch”. I rolled over and half laid backwards on the hood. “Holy fuck yourself” I managed, with may legs shaking beneath me. The length and girth of his cock, hot and black, hanging, still dripping, between his legs, was just fucking shocking. By contrast, my once tight little white pussy felt equally empty; and I felt absolutely and totally used and drained. God it felt fucking great! And that remains one of the best fucks that I have ever, ever had. We never saw him again. I found out that he was one of Ray’s friends who was just passing through. And that Ray had hooked him up with Glenn after they both told him all about the great fuck that Ray had with me. But it was the never ending mind fuck, and the total pussy destruction that has never been equaled in quite the same way ever again. And so Telly remains completely unique among the many, many black cock adventures my lifestyle has since lead me on to.

I don’t remember the drive home at all. But I do remember what happened once we got there. Glenn carried me to our bed and plopped me onto it. I was barely conscious, but I felt his head between my legs and I remember orgasming; and then I remember him fucking me (though I can tell you I barely felt anything), and then his head was between my legs again. In the days that followed I never really asked him about this. But, after the many “trysts” that we’ve had since, I have learned a lot about the power that a huge black cock has over not only women but men as well (including my wonderful husband). And I have also learned a lot about the equal power my huge rack welds – over not only men but over women as well (oh, the sexy ladies that have dined between my legs while ******* my huge tits; or that have felt my killer rack against their meager boobs as I lay on top of them-owning them with my own big black cock). Whoops, I digress again (being high will do that: hehehe). Anyway, the two (big black cocks and huge firm tits) seem to be similar in their insistence on absolute submission to their raw sexuality. But these are stories for another time. I’m going to cum a few more times on this huge black dildo I’ve been nursing while writing this (Glenn came a few times too), and then I’ll watch Glenn clean it off while I have an “after fuck” smoke. Good night, and thanks for reading; and for shooting your load-or rubbing one out. It’s exciting for me to picture you; but it’s a shame we can’t be together – then we could really have some fun! ☺