From then on, the blacks from the club and my husband have addressed me as slut, bitch or whore.
There was a time I would have taken offense at such terms, but I now embrace them. That’s what I have become, and what I am has allowed me to realize what it means to be a woman. I feel a sexual fulfillment I had never realized existed.
I soon became oblivious to what Devon was saying as I once again entered the nirvana of black cock induced orgasms. I stayed there until he too filled my womb with his black seed.
William withdrew saying, “Thanks slut, that was a great fuck. I look forward to having more of you.”
With that, he just walked away.
Devon released my arms saying, “We’re gonna give you a chance to rest now.”
I was confused. My ankles were still shackled.
Just then two black women approached with a pillow.
“Here honey,” the first said. “Raise your hips so I can get this pillow under you. We want that good black seed you just got to have the best chance of giving you a baby.”
I did as instructed. Then, after placing the pillow, they walked away.
Dean came near to keep me company.
“You looked so damn sexy with those two black guys fucking you It was so erotic to see their black cocks going in and out of your white pussy with you cumming so hard. You’re made for this. Your destiny is to be a slut for blacks.”
I lay there for a good half hour as Dean told me over and over again just how erotic and sexy I looked, what a fine white slut I was.
After a while, the two black women came back, unshackled my ankles and helped me off the bench
Dean and I were then allowed to leave.
A week later, I was looking for more black sex. I asked my husband Dean if we could go back to the black club where I had such a great time having sex with those black men.
Dean made a phone call.
“They want you to come back,” he reported after he hung up. “They are intending to make you black property.”
“What do you mean by black property?” I asked.
Dean explained, “From what they’ve told me, you will be collared, shackled, and tattooed to signify your new status as being black owned. You will be given to one of the club members, who the club ***********s, to be your master. That’s about all I know.”
Then he added, “Oh, and they want to know today that you’re going to go along with this.”
“That all seams rather drastic. There’s a reason I don’t have any tattoos now. I’m not ready to become a sex slave to someone I don’t even know. What do you think?”
“I think you should do it,” Dean said with a gleam in his eye. “You’ll look real good with tattoos, and I’m sure the collar and shackles can be removed when you’re not at the club.”
Dean just stood there looking hopeful.
“And what’s this about being owned by somebody I don’t know?” I questioned. “I’m happy being married to you.”
“I think they mean when you’re at the club,” Dean replied without really knowing.
I always give into Dean’s desires, but that time I stood my ground, and said I needed time to think about everything, and was determined not to give an answer that day.
It was a disappointed Dean who called the club to give my non decision.
“They didn’t take that very well,” Dean exclaimed after he hung up. “They said you’re a smart-ass, stuck up white bitch that needs to be taught a lesson.”
It was late afternoon of the very next day when four large black guys from the club burst through the front door of my house. I was frightened to death by the abruptness of their arrival.
“What is this?” I screamed.
“You’re coming with us bitch,” one of them said as he and another of the black men roughly grabbed each of my arms.
The other two grabbed Dean, and tied his hands. We were quickly conveyed to their car in our driveway.
I was terrified. I was being k**napped.
“Where are you taking us?” I cried.
“We’re taking you to the club for a little discipline, You’re going to be a black man’s bitch. You don’t have no more say in the matter than did the Africans you white people enslaved. You’re going to be bred by a black man just like black slaves were bred by whites.”
The rest of the drive was made in silence. By the time we got to the club, I was shaking from a mixture of nervousness and fear.
Both of us were bodily dragged into the club. Even in daylight, the interior was dark. Just like the last time, the first sensation I had was the unmistakable smell of sex, mixed with the odor of marijuana.
I was immediately taken to the middle of the room and roughly stripped naked. My hands were tied together, the rope run up through a ring in the ceiling Then my hands were drawn up until I was suspended so I could barely take the weight off of my arms by balancing on my toes which just touched the floor.
Dean was tied in a chair near by.
“This is Robert,” one of the guys said to me, indicating a tall, muscular black man about 40 years old who stood 6’3″. “He’s been ***********ed to be your master. You’re going to be his property. He’s going to show you what happens when you don’t obey.”
I noticed Robert was holding a long cane as he walked behind me.
There were about 30 people in the room gathering around to watch.
The first strike of the cane hurt like hell! It knocked me off balance so that I hung from my suspended arms. And the blows kept coming.
“Remember, bitch,” I heard Robert say between blows. “I like beating you. When ever you give me an excuse, I’ll do this again so people can see what happens when a slave doesn’t follow orders. But this ain’t nothin’ compared to what you white people did to the black man when you had the chance.”
Robert continued to beat me until he drew blood.
He smiled when he showed me the blood on the cane.
“This being your first time, I’m goin’ easy on you.”
When I was let down, I collapsed to the floor.
But my punishment didn’t end there.
I was immediately taken to a breeding bench. My hands were bound back over my head, and my feet bound to the floor so my legs were spread.
Robert took off his clothes, and stood before me naked. He brought his black cock to my face.
“Suck my black cock bitch,” he said bring it to my mouth. “Do a good job. I don’t want to have to beat you again.”
I had to admit it was a beautiful black cock, just what I had been craving.
I opened my mouth, and started sucking his flaccid cock. I felt his cock start to swell and enlarge in my mouth. Soon he started fucking my mouth with his hard ebony shaft of 10 inches.
He grabbed a hank of my hair and thrust his cock in and out of my mouth.
Testing me, he gradually thrust a bit deeper, then deeper yet, until he was thrusting down my throat.
I had to focus just to breath and not gag on his thick shaft.
Then he pulled back and with a grunt came all over my face, great gobs of black semen pumped from his cock, covering me.
I ran my tongue over my lips and sucked in what I could, but his cum was also in my eyes and I couldn’t see.
Black men cum so much. I was wishing my hands were free so I could his cum out of my eyes.
As I was dealing with being unable to see what was happening to me, I felt a cock pressing my labia apart and enter my pussy.