Black Cock Worship: A Woman’s Fall 4.4/5 (25)

Summary: White wife is drawn into world of kinky submission.

This is a story of how, in the wake of her husband’s fall, the wife falls and ends up addicted to black cock.

Dedicated to the real Christine and Ken, as this is based largely on a true story.

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As I glance at my husband, who is sitting on a folding chair, stroking his cock (the one I used to think was enough for me), I moan loudly as the black prisoner slams into my cunt, stretching me in ways I hadn’t imagined possible.

Looking at him again, a prison guard at this moment, with a butt plug in his ass, I try to replay the crazy journey that ended with me completely shaved (just like my husband was at the order of our black Master), getting fucked by a black prisoner and pretending to be his wife (for the second time… the first time Ken wasn’t allowed to watch).

I stare at him in disbelief at the man who is watching in awe, enjoying becoming a cuckold to a much longer, fatter, black cock, I realize it doesn’t matter, our sex lives were forever changed the moment I agreed for the first time to come and meet our master.

Do you want to know how I ended up as just another one of Kareem’s fake white wives who came to be his slut for an hour or three every week?

Well, if you do, here is the story….

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I was surprised when Ken said we were going to a barbecue with some of his co-workers. I mean good surprised. Since moving here we hadn’t found too many friends our age, which was in our thirties.

My job as a pharmaceutical rep didn’t really create opportunities, and Ken wasn’t known for being overly social. So I was kind of bored and missing our prior city, for alas this was where Ken was transferred and because I can do my job pretty much anywhere… I followed.

We arrived at the house and the door was opened by a ridiculously pretty woman, and Ken seemed stunned. As if unable to speak to someone who was utterly beautiful. I’m cute in the girl-next-door sort of way, but this woman was cover-of-a-magazine hot.

I mean if I were a lesbian I’d be in love.

The woman, in a sundress and nylons, which seemed strange for a hot summer day (I wore nylons for work when I was meeting clients as I had learned that men like them… and I had also learned that selling pharmaceuticals often meant selling yourself… not in a hooker sort of way, but as part of a package), greeted us with a wide smile that only made her prettier, “Hi, I’m Janna, please come in.”

When Ken remained speechless, I did what I did when he couldn’t remember the name of someone he was talking to: I extended my hand and offered, “Hey, I’m Christine and this is Ken.”

“Hi,” Janna welcomed us, as we walked in. “I’m happy you could finally make it. My husband Dele has told me lots about you, Ken.”

“He has?” My husband asked, as if this was a ludicrous thing for her to say.

“Excuse my husband,” I said, giving him a stop-drooling-over-your-co-worker’s-hot-wife look.

“Sorry,” he apologized, really looking more confused than dazed by her beauty. He added, trying to explain himself, “I just seem to recognize you from somewhere.”

“I’m on television on occasion,” she replied.

“Oh, where?” I asked, she indeed now looking vaguely familiar.

Janna looked at my husband and then back to me as she answered, “I’m a district attorney.”

“Aaaaaaah, very impressive,” I said, thinking she really was the complete package.

“It’s a job,” she shrugged, not at all acting superior like most gorgeous women acted, not to mention being a lawyer on top of that. Beautiful and smart was a great mixture to have.

“More exciting than mine,” I said.

“What do you do?” Janna asked, as I noticed my husband checking out her nylon-clad legs.

“I sell drugs,” I answered, my go-to joke.

“You’re my new best friend,” Janna smiled, taking my hand. She then mentioned to my husband, “Dele is out back.”

“Cool,” he said, looking down at her legs one more time before heading in the direction Janna pointed.

I apologized once my husband was out of ear shot. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” She asked.

“My husband was drooling over your legs,” I said.

“Oh, I didn’t notice,” she said, likely so used to it she’d become oblivious of the attention from male perverts.

I laughed, “I sure did.”

“It’s the nylons,” she said.

“I guess,” I said, knowing it was the fact she was ridiculously hot, but he did indeed like nylons.

She led me into the kitchen where two other women were drinking wine. I was introduced to Lauren and Susan, both wives of guards as well, and I noticed they were both in nylons too.

I joked, “Is this a nylon club?”

Lauren said, her tone odd, “It definitely is.”

“And it’s an ever-growing club,” Susan added.

“I thought nylons were long out of style,” I said, noticing I was one of the very few women wearing them, with even many of the professional business women I met going bare-legged.

“We’re bringing them back,” Susan said. She was a gorgeous redhead wearing a yellow sundress that showcased her hair, green eyes and body… somehow sexy yet casual. She was super friendly, although she swore like a sailor. I was surprised when I also learned Susan was a kindergarten teacher, which in my mind would be the hardest job in the world.

I mean just thinking of a classroom of five-year-olds running around made me shudder. What was fascinating to me was how much she didn’t look like a teacher, which, in retrospect, is rather judgemental.

“So I see,” I laughed, all three of them in mocha-coloured nylons.

“Our man loves us in them,” Janna said. I thought the fact she said ‘man’ as if they were all sharing the same one was weird, but I assumed she had just misspoken. Oh, how wrong I was!

“I bet,” I said, knowing Ken loves me wearing them.

“It’s all about the brand,” Lauren added, a chubby woman with the biggest breasts I’d ever seen… I couldn’t fathom walking around all day carrying those things along. I mean I have pretty big 36DD breasts that seemed heavy some days, but hers were gravity wells!

“Yep, you pay for quality,” Susan agreed.

“I wear Secret pantyhose usually,” I said.

“Pantyhose?” Janna objected, her expression giving away she was grossed out by the idea. “Those are indeed out.”

“What?” I asked.

“These are in,” she said, lifting up her dress to show me the top of her thigh high lace tops.

I laughed, a little taken back by her brazenness, especially since I hadn’t known her for even ten minutes, “Oh, I have a pair of those too for special occasions.”

“I wear these every day under my business attire,” Janna said,

“My students and colleagues would be surprised to know I wear thigh highs under my boring conservative teacher attire every day too,” Susan added.

“I never even thought of wearing thigh highs to work,” I said, which was true.

“They make me feel sexy,” Lauren added, the shy one of the group, it seemed.

“I also love when men check out my legs,” Susan added.

“And women too,” Janna added, playfully. “It is 2018 after all.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re bisexual, we know,” Susan said, as I tried not to be shocked by all I was hearing.

“You’d love it,” Janna teased.

“Only sausage for me,” Susan said, looking at me and shaking her head.

“Everyone should try sushi at least once,” Janna said, also looking directly at me, but with a much different look… as if secretly asking ‘what do you think?’.

After an awkward few seconds as all three looked at me, gaging my reaction, I asked, “What brand do you girls buy?”

“Either Hanes or Berkshire,” Lauren answered.

Susan listed, “Hue, Oroblu, and Donna Karan.”

“I’ve never heard of any of them,” I said, as I also noticed for the first time that none of these women was wearing a bra… unless they were wearing strapless ones.

As I pondered this, Janna grabbed my hand and led me out of the kitchen and to her bedroom as she said, “Time to change your life.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, this whole conversation bizarre.

She let go of my hand, went to her dresser and tossed me a package. “Put these on.”

1 Comment

  • simcon

    Reply Reply December 4, 2018

    I love watching someone spunking in my wife

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