Hub's 1st Black Man turned him into his fag
There are so many stories of my slut wife cuckolding me, but nothing comes close to when she decided to be with a black man. This changed both of us so much, I would like to share my first time. When Beth started looking at photos of black men, reading stories of wives going black, and watching the amateur videos (she hates the porno fake ones) she wanted to know, "Is it really that good?"
Thirteen years ago she answered an ad in AFF. He was mid 30's, very dark skin (her preference and mine too), good looking, a thick 9", and he preferred fucking whites only, and in fact white cuckold couples only, and preferred older...we were early 50's. He lived in a state where I traveled on business, which Liz preferred for her first time. We talked to him numerous times and we all seemed compatible. He truly understood the dynamics of cuckolding much better then the white guys did. When Liz told me that she wanted me to meet him first, I was surprised and equally excited. Like a lot of white bi cucks, I loved watching black men use white couples.
On the next trip, I arranged to meet him. I was both excited and nervous when I opened the door. His first words, "Strip and get on your knees!" I was shocked, but obeyed. As a sub cuck, I always obeyed. As I knelt, "Eyes down; hands behind your back." He stood before me, still dressed, and definitely in-charge. He commented that although my wife loves sex, she rarely has an orgasm, and fakes it a lot. I knew she struggled with orgasms, but not to the extent he talked about. He talked about how he taught other wives to dominate pussy-boi hubbies like me, and how he will own her pussy, but first he will make me his fag bitch. Although those words initially shocked me, his demeanor and commanding presence seemed to make me feel very submissive, more importantly naturally submissive to him. With that he undressed. He stood back and I admired his beautiful black body and his big black cock, fully erect! "What do you want white boy?" "I want your black cock." "Come over here," When I started to stand, "Crawl bitch!" I had been dominated before, but never like this. I could tell with him that it was not a game. As I approached him on my hands and knees, he said, "You white boys are all the same." "Beg for my cock." As I did, he had me promise to deliver my wife, and that he will own her the way he will own me by the end of the night. At that point, kneeling before him, hungry for his cock, I traded my wife for his cock. I had loved cock going back to my teens, but never like this. As I hungrily sucked his beautiful black cock and worked hard to deep-throat him. I was so turned on. But when he said, "You don't suck like any bi husband I met; you suck like a true faggot." That made me even hotter and I guess it showed. "Your wife was right, you are a faggot!" He grabbed my hair and pulled my hair back, "Say it bitch." "Yes I am." "No, say it!!" "Yes, I am a faggot." I went back down on his cock and sucked him, and at times he face fucked me, calling me his bitch, his fag, his homo. Sometimes sucking cock I would tire, but not his, I loved his big cock and how he treated me. When he came, I struggled to take it all. What dripped out of my mouth, he said, "Lick it up." I did.
As with most guys, that usually ends the sex, but not him. "On the bed." Surprised I quickly got on the bed. "I know as much as you white married fags love sucking cock, you want to be fucked, just like your whore wives do." I had pre-lube myself hoping this would happen. He rolled me on my side, and put his finger on my ass and felt what I had done. With a very different tone, softer, more caring, "You little whore." And he kissed my neck. I was shocked, but his body, his touch, and even his soothing voice made me feel so vulnerable. He whispered in my ear, "I love fucking gay white boys." I knew he was showing me how he was going seduce and take control of my wife and I was loving it. As his cock went deeper and deeper, my moans gave it away...I was his. "Your boy pussy is so tight baby." I just reacted naturally, "Oh god." He was kissing my neck, playing with my nipples. "My sweet gay-boy." My whole body was warm, feeling flush, as he fucked me faster. "Fuck me, fuck me!" "Oh my god fuck me." I reached for my cock to cum, but he pulled my hand away. "I will make you cum and then you will be my bitch." As I felt his firm cock going in and out of me, my nipples were tingly, I felt warm sensations inside of me. The sounds of my reaction to him were surreal, more feminine. I had been fucked by gay white men, but nothing like this. I never felt like this with any of them. All of a sudden I felt hot cum oozing from my clit, not exploding but a very different feeling, my nipples were on fire, my body flush. "You orgasm like the sissy faggots I have fucked." He laid there inside of me; I was his completely.
He stood up, looking down at me smiling. "You belong to me now! and I will own your wife's cunt the same way and she will be my white whore." I knew what he was saying would be true, but I did not care, as long as he would fuck me too. I wanted him! Everything changed for me that night.
What really surprised me was the next day, during a meeting my anus (what has become my pussy) started throbbing. Afterward I went to the men's room and my cock (now my clit) was covered in cum. As I stood there in the stall, looking down at my wet clit, seeing the wet spot on my baby-blue panties, I lost any sense of masculinity that I had before. I had had a real man, who had used me as his bitch, his slut, and all I could think of was him, his sexy black body, his big cock in my pussy. As soon as I got back to the hotel I called him and asked him to come over again. He said, "Tell me what you need." Without hesitation I said, "Fuck me." He responded, "If your wife is half the whore you are, you will both be my complete sluts." The next trip I brought my wife. He was right, we both became his sluts.
Thirteen years ago she answered an ad in AFF. He was mid 30's, very dark skin (her preference and mine too), good looking, a thick 9", and he preferred fucking whites only, and in fact white cuckold couples only, and preferred older...we were early 50's. He lived in a state where I traveled on business, which Liz preferred for her first time. We talked to him numerous times and we all seemed compatible. He truly understood the dynamics of cuckolding much better then the white guys did. When Liz told me that she wanted me to meet him first, I was surprised and equally excited. Like a lot of white bi cucks, I loved watching black men use white couples.
On the next trip, I arranged to meet him. I was both excited and nervous when I opened the door. His first words, "Strip and get on your knees!" I was shocked, but obeyed. As a sub cuck, I always obeyed. As I knelt, "Eyes down; hands behind your back." He stood before me, still dressed, and definitely in-charge. He commented that although my wife loves sex, she rarely has an orgasm, and fakes it a lot. I knew she struggled with orgasms, but not to the extent he talked about. He talked about how he taught other wives to dominate pussy-boi hubbies like me, and how he will own her pussy, but first he will make me his fag bitch. Although those words initially shocked me, his demeanor and commanding presence seemed to make me feel very submissive, more importantly naturally submissive to him. With that he undressed. He stood back and I admired his beautiful black body and his big black cock, fully erect! "What do you want white boy?" "I want your black cock." "Come over here," When I started to stand, "Crawl bitch!" I had been dominated before, but never like this. I could tell with him that it was not a game. As I approached him on my hands and knees, he said, "You white boys are all the same." "Beg for my cock." As I did, he had me promise to deliver my wife, and that he will own her the way he will own me by the end of the night. At that point, kneeling before him, hungry for his cock, I traded my wife for his cock. I had loved cock going back to my teens, but never like this. As I hungrily sucked his beautiful black cock and worked hard to deep-throat him. I was so turned on. But when he said, "You don't suck like any bi husband I met; you suck like a true faggot." That made me even hotter and I guess it showed. "Your wife was right, you are a faggot!" He grabbed my hair and pulled my hair back, "Say it bitch." "Yes I am." "No, say it!!" "Yes, I am a faggot." I went back down on his cock and sucked him, and at times he face fucked me, calling me his bitch, his fag, his homo. Sometimes sucking cock I would tire, but not his, I loved his big cock and how he treated me. When he came, I struggled to take it all. What dripped out of my mouth, he said, "Lick it up." I did.
As with most guys, that usually ends the sex, but not him. "On the bed." Surprised I quickly got on the bed. "I know as much as you white married fags love sucking cock, you want to be fucked, just like your whore wives do." I had pre-lube myself hoping this would happen. He rolled me on my side, and put his finger on my ass and felt what I had done. With a very different tone, softer, more caring, "You little whore." And he kissed my neck. I was shocked, but his body, his touch, and even his soothing voice made me feel so vulnerable. He whispered in my ear, "I love fucking gay white boys." I knew he was showing me how he was going seduce and take control of my wife and I was loving it. As his cock went deeper and deeper, my moans gave it away...I was his. "Your boy pussy is so tight baby." I just reacted naturally, "Oh god." He was kissing my neck, playing with my nipples. "My sweet gay-boy." My whole body was warm, feeling flush, as he fucked me faster. "Fuck me, fuck me!" "Oh my god fuck me." I reached for my cock to cum, but he pulled my hand away. "I will make you cum and then you will be my bitch." As I felt his firm cock going in and out of me, my nipples were tingly, I felt warm sensations inside of me. The sounds of my reaction to him were surreal, more feminine. I had been fucked by gay white men, but nothing like this. I never felt like this with any of them. All of a sudden I felt hot cum oozing from my clit, not exploding but a very different feeling, my nipples were on fire, my body flush. "You orgasm like the sissy faggots I have fucked." He laid there inside of me; I was his completely.
He stood up, looking down at me smiling. "You belong to me now! and I will own your wife's cunt the same way and she will be my white whore." I knew what he was saying would be true, but I did not care, as long as he would fuck me too. I wanted him! Everything changed for me that night.
What really surprised me was the next day, during a meeting my anus (what has become my pussy) started throbbing. Afterward I went to the men's room and my cock (now my clit) was covered in cum. As I stood there in the stall, looking down at my wet clit, seeing the wet spot on my baby-blue panties, I lost any sense of masculinity that I had before. I had had a real man, who had used me as his bitch, his slut, and all I could think of was him, his sexy black body, his big cock in my pussy. As soon as I got back to the hotel I called him and asked him to come over again. He said, "Tell me what you need." Without hesitation I said, "Fuck me." He responded, "If your wife is half the whore you are, you will both be my complete sluts." The next trip I brought my wife. He was right, we both became his sluts.
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