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Becoming Black Owned

By: JerseyGirlBcom



Delia was bent over, her chest against the mattress her arms bent at her sides and her cunt was dripping as she felt her husband's cock slipping in and out of her. He had quickened his pace due to her urgings to go harder and faster. After a few thrusts his once firm, long, powerful erection began to recede. 

Sighing in defeat Carl withdrew his cock from her and sat back on his heels. She remained in position frustrated beyond belief needing release in the worst way. They had stroked each other until his erection was like steel. However, when he began to pump inside her with any sort of speed he deflated.

"I'm sorry baby," he said and rolled onto his back.

Delia rolled from her belly wondering if her vibrator had new batteries in it. "It's okay honey."

"Did you cum that time?"

"Yes." She lied. It had felt good while it lasted, but it wasn't enough to get her off. "Do you want me to get the lube, and get you going again?"

He shook his head. "No. Its okay. As long as you got off."

Carl sat up, twisted, and searched for his boxers. Standing, he tugged them up, and turned to her. "I have to mow the lawn before it gets too hot."

She nodded and watched him pull on some sweat pants and walk out of the room. Laying naked in their bed she waited until she heard the backdoor close. Sure that he was about to go do his chore she reached into the bedside table and got her vibrator.

Delia closed her eyes and turned the vibrator on low. She knew that Carl would be occupied for a few hours so she had time to really build herself up. She pressed the tip of the vibrator onto her clit and immediately the tingling shot through her body. She splayed her legs open and felt her wetness increasing as she pressed the vibration into her clit. 

Her mind drifted to some erotic images she had seen on the internet. Then she pulled the vibrator away when her mind drifted to their neighbor, Emmett. She waited a few seconds before turning the vibrator up a notch and then placing it back on her clit. Her hips trembled and she envisioned Emmett's sculpted chest and chocolate abs. Delia's free hand went up to her milky white breasts squeezing it imagining it was Emmett's. 

Panting, she pulled the vibrator away. Her pussy spasming in need, wanting to be stuffed again. Her mind filled with imagines of Emmett's pearly white smile, his dark brown eyes, and his brown skin. Turning the vibrator up one more notch she rested it against her clit again and couldn't stifle the moan that came from her. 

Delia pulled her legs up and humped the vibrator. She imagined Emmett's pink tongue licking her clit. And pinched her nipple pretending it was his fingers that was rolling the perky pink nubbin between his long wide fingers. Rolling her his back and forth she loudly groaned teasing her clit with her vibrator. Just as she was about to explode in orgasm she pulled it away.

Keeping her eyes closed, she gasped for breath. Her mind pictured Emmett waving a finger at her telling her not to cum in his silky smooth deep voice. Licking her lips, feeling her orgasm slowly melting backward she turned her vibrator all the way up and slide it inside her dripping hole and squealed to herself. 

Delia had never seen Emmett naked. She had only seen him shirtless and had caught a glimpse of what she thought was the outline of his cock. She imagined him to be thick, girthy, and so long she would beg for him to back off. She began pumping her vibrator in and out of her pussy imagining him on top of her, drilling her. 

Writhing on her back in her marital bed, Delia brought herself to the edge of orgasm. Slamming her vibrator deep into her sex she screamed. "Emmett fuck me!" 

Delia's entire body tightened, and the wave of orgasm shook her. She gurgled as she felt her pussy contracting over the toy that was buried deep inside her. Gasping for breath coming out of her haze from the orgasm she lay in the bed twitching for a moment. 

Then there was the sound of her husband's throat clearing. Delia's eyes shot open and there was Carl standing at the foot of the bed. Horror in his eyes and Delia's cheeks turned red. Slurping the vibrator out of her cunt, and scrambling out of the bed she called after him as he stalked out of the bedroom.

"Carl wait!" 

He stopped at the end of the hall and turned on heel back at her. She saw pain in his eyes. "Are you fucking him?" 

She blinked several times and shook her head. "No baby. I swear I just."

"You just wish you were."

"No. I just - "

"You lied didn't you? I didn't get you off earlier. Why else would you need your toys?"

She hung her head. "Carl, I didn't want you to feel bad. You know, with your problem."

"Well you might as well just fuck him then!" 

That argument was a month ago. Delia and Carl hadn't had sex since that morning. A week later they had a deep discussion about how Carl was not meeting her needs in bed. Last week he approached her and told her that he was willing to open their marriage. Delia had pled with him and apologized but he insisted. He wanted his wife satisfied. 

So they came up with a plan. Delia had flirted with Emmett a few days and then invited him for dinner. Carl would get a call from work and have to leave, leaving her alone to seduce Emmett. It was the perfect plan. At first, Delia had felt guilty about it. However, her excitement began to grow when Carl sat at the foot of their bed and had her parade through their bedroom in outfits meant to tempt their neighbor.

Her husband picked out a blue mini skirt with fishnet thigh highs. He then selected a black later top to go with it. He told her to wear black pumps. Delia picked the diamond earrings her husband had bought her for their first anniversary. She said she wanted something of his with her when she did this. He seemed proud of her. He admired her form when she twirled in front of him, all made up, hair done, and pretty for their neighbor.

For a brief second Delia thought she saw hunger and lust in her husband's eyes. Her pussy was slick with the idea that she would be getting fucked. Carl had told her not to wear panties. Delia straddled her husband allowing the skirt to rise up and felt his erection rest against her bare slit. 

"Carl! You're hard!" She exclaimed in excitement. Part of her was thrilled that her husband had finally gotten an erection from looking at her. The other part of her was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to fuck Emmett.

Her husband grabbed her hips and rocked her over it. "I know baby." 

Delia felt his hardness rubbing her growing clit and moaned. Then to her shock she felt his cock begin to deflate. She pulled away from him and saw him hang his head in defeat. He rose from the bed and walked toward their bedroom door.

"We better get dinner ready."

Emmett arrived with a bottle of wine. Delia opened the door to welcome him and saw the shock in his eyes at her attire. She had always dressed rather conservatively around the neighbors. This would be a first that he would see her so overtly sexual. Licking his lips she watched his dark eyes drink her in, going from her feet up to her breasts and stopping. 

All through dinner Delia rubbed her foot over Emmett's shin. When the meal was complete Delia began to clear the dishes and was startled when she felt Emmett's large hand firmly grip her right ass cheek. Immediately her cheeks flushed and her pussy clenched. 

Delia's blue eyes went to her husband who sat across from Emmett and was staring at her. The hunger back in his eyes. The plan had been that he would get a call. The plan had been that her husband wouldn't be here to watch this.

"What's the matter Delia?" Emmett asked as he began to squeeze her ass cheek massaging her flesh behind the skirt. 

She was frozen in shock. Her eyes remained on her husband. Why wasn't he stopping this? This wasn't the plan.

"Oh Carl didn't tell you? He confessed his plan to me."

"What?" Delia's eyes widened and she turned. Emmett's hand slid over her hip and now rested just above her sex over her skirt.

Emmett's dark brown eyes sparkled. "Your poor little white boy told me he wanted me to fuck your sweet white pussy. I said I would only do it if he watched."

Delia opened and closed her mouth. She looked from one man to the other. She didn't know what to say. However, her body responded to the suggestion by getting her nipples hard and her pussy began to slicken.

Emmett's thumb pressed into her sex through the mini skirt and he smiled looking up at her. "You like the idea as much as he does. Now get on your knees."

"What?"

Emmett rose from his seat. His hand still pressing into her sex and her body flared in arousal and heat. He towered over her and stood just inches from her. She couldn't help it, the image combined with his hand stimulating her sex caused her to moan. 

"Get on your knees white bitch." He hissed.

Whimpering, Delia fell to her knees on her kitchen floor. Her face just inches from Emmett's crotch. She turned her head and was shocked to see Carl rubbing his crotch though his pants. 

Emmett's big hand went into her hair and grabbed a fist full close to her scalp. He turned her head back to him. His other hand began to undo his pants and she gasp when his large thick black meat flopped in her face. He was semi-erect and uncut. The thickness was like nothing she had ever seen before. She couldn't believe that at half mast, Emmett's cock was twice the size of Carl's. She shuddered at the idea of that stretching her pussy.

"Do what white bitches meant to do," Emmett commanded.

Delia only hesitated for a moment. Her sex dripped between her thighs at the thought of tasting him. Licking her lips she began to run her tongue over the bit of skin that was concealing his cock head. With a growl Emmett pushed her head down with his hand in her hair and her throat was soon filled with his length. Her mouth was stretched; she thought her lips would split, trying to take his thickness in her mouth. 

Soon the eroticism of sucking such a massive cock filled her and she was pumping her head back and forth working her cock to full erection. She heard him moan and it sent tingles through her body. Soon his hand on her head released and she looked up at him watching her. Their eyes met just as she slipped his cock deep in her throat and began to gag on him.

He smiled, "See Carl. A big black cock will get into your wife's throat. Make her gag."

"Yes Sir." Delia couldn't believe the sensual docile tone in Carl's voice.

"Swallow that cock wifey," Emmett groaned thrusting forward causing Delia to retch. She thought she would vomit as he forced more of himself into her throat.

Emmett reached down, placed his hands in Delia's armpits and pulled her to her feet. Swiftly he bent her over, pushing her chest down onto the kitchen table and stood behind her. Delia spread her thighs and her heart was racing. She was about to get fucked by her black neighbor while her husband watched.

Emmett grabbed her blond hair and turned her head. "No no. You got to watch him. You have to see your husband jerk it while I fuck that sweet white pussy. You're going to tell him how good it feels. You hear me?"

Delia whimpered. Initially in shame that he was speaking to her that way an then in shame that she was so turned on by the idea of her husband watching her get fucked by a black man. She felt the sting first, heard the crack next, and then her ass jiggled. Emmett had just slapped her ass. She groaned as her pussy clenched wanting so much to be filled with his long thick member. 

"I said, did you hear me?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes what?" Emmett's hand came down on her ass again. This time Delia jumped and moaned loudly.

"Yes Sir."

With one swift movement she felt his cock head pressed against her slick opening. Then he slammed himself inside her. Delia squirmed and screamed with the feeling of fullness. His cock buried so far inside her she felt her cervix move. Reaching her arms up, Delia gripped the opposite edge of the table. She felt her pussy ripple over the thick cock inside her. She had never felt so full. She had never been taken so roughly.

Emmett began to pound into her. He was hard and like steel. His sock pulsed and twitched inside her. She was in heaven. Then his hand came down again. The sting went straight to her clit and she squealed.

Her eyes locked on her husband's, "Carl he feels so thick." She didn't know what to say but saw her husband had pulled his white cock out and was fisting it.

Carl's eyes appeared to be glazed over but he was intently watching as her pussy was pummeled by the black rod pistoning in and out of her. Another slap to her ass and she arched her back.

"Has Carl ever fucked you this good?" Emmett asked.

Delia shook her head. "No Sir, no. Carl's cock is so small."

"You're going to cum soon aren't you, you white bitch."

"Goood yes Sir." Delia lowered her body back down onto the table. She had begun to buck back against his brutal fucking. Her pussy getting tighter as she heard his cock slurping in and out of her. She was so wet. She was never this wet with Carl.

"Carl, if she cums first, you ain't cumming man. Remember our rule. You want me to rail your wife, what you gotta do?"

Carl was feverishly fisting his cock which was harder than Delia had ever seen it before. "Sir, I must stroke myself to you fucking her. I have to cum before her. If I don't I never get to fuck her again Sir." 

Delia was shocked. What had Carl agreed to do? She began to tremble as Emmett's cock stroked her g-spot. She closed her eyes and was lost in the sea of sensations. Her pussy stretched wide taking each inch of the black cock inside her. Her uterus being jammed up into her insides because he was over ten inches in length. Delia's knees soon buckled.

"She gonna erupt white boy Ready to give your wife's tight white pussy to a black man?"

"Sir yes Sir," the desperation in Carl's voice sent Delia over the edge. And she screamed. She screamed Emmett's name. She screamed and her pussy clenched around the full length of black cock inside her. 

With a loud grunt Delia felt her insides being showered with Emmett's cum. She was still riding her own wave of orgasm as his cock began to pulse and squirt within her. The movement inside her the growth of his cock caused her orgasm to continue.

She was still gasping for breath when Emmett pulled out of her. She twitched a few times then heard a snapping fingers sound. She was surprised to feel the warmth and softness of a tongue on her sex. She groaned and opened her eyes. Carl's seat was empty. 

She turned her head and watched as Emmett returned to his seat smiling evilly. "That's it white boy. You lick that black seed from your wife's cunt. She black owned now. This is the only way you gonna' sample her nectar from now on. After I have seeded her."

Delia's sex still sensitive from her orgasm and the fucking she got, pulsed as her husband's tongue eagerly lapped at all the wetness. She felt his tongue slide into her hole and swirl around. She wasn't sure if he was trying to please her or get all of Emmett's cum. 

Emmett reached out and stroked her cheek as her husband continued to lick at her folds. His tongue danced over her clit and Delia jerked on the table. Emmett's thumb went over her bottom lip and he looked her deep in the eye. 

"You a black owned white bitch now. That's my pussy. Your husband is going to lick my cum from you every time I use you. And I will be using you. Do you understand?"

Delia nodded and then her orgasm hit her. It wasn't as hard as the one from her fucking but it still caused her to twitch and gasp. After she was done she felt her husband lean back away from her. 

Panting, her chest on the table, her legs spread wide Delia began to come out of the sex haze of what had just happened to her. She felt a hand on her side pulling her up. She stood for a moment and wobbled. Emmett placed his hands on her shoulders pushing her down onto her knees. 

She looked at Carl who's head was hanging. His face glistening with a mixture of her arousal and Emmett's cum. She blushed for him. Emmett's hand brushed her cheek and she looked up at him. He was stroking Carl's cheek as well. Emmett smiled down at the two of them.

"I now own a white couple. The two of you are mine. Carl is not to fuck that twat Delia. It is mine. And he cannot cum without my permission and from now on, neither can you. Do you two understand?" 

"Sir yes Sir," they said in unison.

Becoming Black Owned Pt. 02



Emmett left shortly after he proclaimed them his. Delia and Carl remained kneeling side by side in the kitchen in silence. Delia's pussy continued to twitch in post orgasmic bliss.

After what seemed like an hour Delia cleared her throat.

"What happened to the plan?"

"I wanted to make sure he would do it."

"But now..." tears began to well in Delia's eyes. The gravity of what had just happened was starting to sink in. "Now, we are his. Do you understand that?"

Carl nodded but would not look at her.

"Do you know what that means?"

Carl nodded slowly again.

Delia wiped the tears from her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"He ordered me not to."

Fury filled her. She wanted to punch him in the face. Delia wanted to scream at him. The tears slid down her cheeks. Her husband had promised not only himself but her to another man without even consulting her. 

"You just seemed to want him so badly. The way you played with yourself. I - I - I couldn't deny you that."

Finally Carl met her eyes. His were soft, and rimmed with tears.

"You're my wife and I can't make love to you. I can't even get you to cum. What kind of life is that? You wanted him. I want you to be satisfied. I had no choice."

Delia opened her mouth to protest but she had nothing. He was right. She had been fantasizing about Emmett since the day she saw him. He was such a fine specimen of man. He had the perfect body, beautiful chocolate skin, and until recently she imagined a beautiful cock. 

Her body tingled all over. Her pussy was sore and still wet from Emmett's massive member taking her. She found herself wanting more already.

Carl and Delia got off their knees together. They cleaned the kitchen together in silence. There would be no more talk of Emmett that evening. They both were processing what it would mean to be owned by him. Delia felt bad for Carl; he had sacrificed so much for her pleasure. 

It wasn't long before they heard from Emmett again. It was the Sunday afternoon after their dinner "date." Carl was sitting on the couch reading the paper. He and Delia had not discussed further their arrangement with Emmett. Delia was setting up the crockpot for dinner when the phone rang.

Delia, without looking at the caller ID, answered it with a sweet hello.

"How is my white slave couple?" Emmett's husky voice dripped with contempt. 

Delia stammered a bit as her heart began to pound in her chest. "W-w-we are well."

"Excuse me?"

Delia twirled her fingers in the cord of the phone and blushed. "We are well Sir." She corrected herself.

"Don't forget your place."

"I'm sorry Sir."

"You have ten minutes to arrive at my house. Both of you."

He hung up the phone before Delia could respond. She stared at the phone for a second as if she was waiting for it to ring again. She hung it up slowly and gulped. 

With a heavy sigh, Delia entered the living room. She found that her pussy was already beginning to grow warm at the thought of being with Emmett again. She cleared her throat so to get Carl's attention.

Carl lowered the paper and turned toward her with a smile. "Yes my sweet?"

"Um. Emmett just called."

Carl's face fell and he began to fold the paper. "And?"

"We have about five minutes to get to his house."

Carl nodded and stood up. "Then we best not be late."

"Carl, are you sure? I mean, can't we just stop?"

Carl approached her and put his hands on her arms. He looked her deep in the eye. Delia didn't want to hurt her husband. She had wanted to fuck Emmett for a while but it was done now. They could move on in their marriage. She didn't need to do it again.

"I am a man of my word. I promised him this."

Delia nodded. 

"Did he give any other instructions?"

Delia shook her head.

"Then let's go."

Carl took her hand and the two left the house together. 

They arrived at Emmett's door shortly afterward, still holding hands. Carl rang the bell and squeezed his wife's hand. She wished that it would actually comfort her. Instead her heart was racing both in fear of what Emmett would make them do and in excitement, anticipation, of having Emmett's cock inside her. She hated that she was so aroused by him.

Emmett tugged the door open. He was wearing a football jersey and black shorts. He smiled bright and wide at the couple. He said nothing and stepped aside so they could enter. Once inside, he closed the door behind them.

"Early. I have such good pets."

Delia blushed and lowered her eyes. She saw that Carl did the same.

Emmett walked around to the front of them and crossed his arms over his chest. He cleared his throat. There was silence in the room for a full minute. Delia felt as if he was waiting for something.

"You two uppity white fucks forgot your place already?"

"No Sir, I'm sorry Sir. I was waiting for further instruction."

Emmett's hand flew back and he slapped Carl across the cheek. Delia gasped and stepped away from the two of them as Carl's head snapped toward her. His hand went up to touch his now red cheek.

"Carl, you and I have discussed this."

"I'm sorry Sir." Carl began to undo his pants. Delia watched in shock as her husband began to undress. First he stepped out of his pants, folded them and placed them on the back of Emmett's couch. Then he peeled off his shirt, folded that and placed it on top. He tugged his boxers down, revealing a stiff erection, and tucked them under his shirt. 

Delia gaped at his erection. He was so hard. The cock head was swollen, and purple. 

Carl then took his pile of clothes and placed them in the closet. He returned to Delia's side and kneeled in front of Emmett. Emmett grinned down at Delia's husband before meeting her shocked eyes.

"White slaves are not permitted clothing in this house. Am I clear?"

Delia furrowed her brow. Could she do this? Could she live up to what Carl had promised? Her pussy flared heat and she felt it begin to get wet. Her nipples got hard and her skin tingled.

"Yes Sir." She heard herself murmur.

As if her hands had minds of their own, Delia began to peel off her own clothing. She did as she saw Carl do, she folded each item of clothing and made a pile. She then placed the pile next to his on the floor in the hall closet. 

Once naked, Delia went to Carl's side, and kneeled before her Master, Emmett. She had to start thinking of him appropriately she told herself. He was not her lover. He was not her husband. He was not her boyfriend. This man was her owner now, this man was her Master.

"Good pets."

Emmett's large hands outstretched and he began to stroke both their cheeks affectionately. To Delia's horror, her down cast eyes caught Carl's cock twitch as he was touched by Emmett. Had she married a gay man without even knowing it?

"My buddies are coming over for the game. You two will serve us all evening. In every way possible."

"Yes Sir." Carl said eagerly.

"Yes Sir." Delia said much more quietly. She wasn't so sure she could do this.

With a snap of his fingers Emmett pointed to the kitchen. "Delia get in there. I have laid out some hors d'oeuvres I expect you to prepare."

Delia began to rise to her feet so she may walk into the kitchen. She was met with a swat to her face. The heat in her cheek rose and the pain shot through her body. Her pussy twitched wanting more.

"Crawl bitch. You can stand if you have to prepare the food but only then. You will crawl."

"Yes Sir." She whimpered. Why wasn't Carl protecting her?

She brought her body down and began to crawl off. As she preheated the oven, Delia heard Emmett addressing Carl. She strained to make out the conversation.

"Suck a lot of cock white boy?"

"No Sir."

"You have been fantasizing about it haven't you though? My big black cock in your mouth, in your ass, spraying my superior seed all over you?"

"Yes Sir."

"You are going to tell my friends tonight all about what you told me yesterday in emails when you begged to come here."

"Please Sir, I can't. I told you that in confidence."

"Fuck confidence. You my white bitch boy now. You do as I say."

"But Sir."

There was another slapping sound. Delia cringed for Carl. What had he said to him in emails. Carl had begged for this? He had asked for them to be Emmett's servants?

"You want me to satisfy your wife like you can't, don't you?"

"Yes Sir."

"Then you do as I fucking say."

"Yes Sir."

"Delia! Get your fucking ass back here!"

Delia fell back on her knees and hurriedly crawled into the room. Emmett was seated on the couch in front of the TV. Carl was kneeling in front of him with a purple erection. Emmett was stroking his cock through his shorts.

Delia approached Carl and knelt next to him. Her chest rising and falling quickly as her heart pounded in anticipation. She bowed her head and waited for Emmett to address her.

"Did you know you married a fag?"

"What?" Delia's head snapped up and she looked at Carl's red face. She could see the handprint from the latest slap. "He's not. No. He just."

Emmett laughed as he continued to stroke his growing cock. "It's okay. He recognized he couldn't fuck you worth a damn. That's why he gave you to me."

Delia whimpered. Her poor husband. "Yes Sir."

The doorbell rang then and Delia froze. Her heart nearly stopped as both her and Carl looked to the door. The evening was about to start. She was terrified in that moment. How far would Emmett take this.

"Well bitch, you better answer that. Delia get in the kitchen get the food ready like a good little wifey."

Both she and Carl began to crawl away from Emmett as he laughed behind them. Carl tuned toward the door while Delia ducked into the kitchen. This was about to be the most humiliating evening she had ever experienced.

Three of Emmett's friends arrived at once. They brought beer and potato chips. They laughed at Carl when he opened the door for them. Delia heard them point at his cock and laugh at him. Carl was silent the whole time. 

Soon the sound of an announcer came from the living room and Carl came into the kitchen carrying two six packs of beer on his back and one in his mouth. Delia's felt sorry for him. She was kneeling before the over watching the frozen hors d'oeuvres cook.

"Here. Let me help you." She whispered to her husband as she took the beer off his back.

"I'm not gay."

"I know."

They put the beers in the fridge. Carl turned and crawled out of the kitchen without further conversation. Delia prepared a tray and wondered how the hell she was supposed to carry in the food while crawling. 

She tried to balance it on the back the way Carl had with the beer. Carl had moved so slowly when he did it, there was no way she would be able to do it. So she decided she would just have to carry it in her hands and kneel-walk.

"So he just asked for this?" She heard one of Emmett's friends ask.

"Yeah, the pathetic fuck wants me to screw his wife. So we made a deal."

"And he'll do whatever you say?"

"Yep, won't you Carl?" Emmett said Carl's name as if he were petting a dog. Delia cringed again imagining Emmett petting her husband as if he were a pet.

"Yes Sir." The delight in Carl's voice shocked Delia.

"Is the wife at least hot?"

"Ehh. Nice tits. Tight cunt though. Like a vice on my cock."

She heard a series of laughs and high fives.

"No surprise with that needle hes sporting. Probably never stretched her out good. Bet she's like a virgin."

Another series of laughs as the oven dinged. Delia's heart sunk. It was show time.

Delia carefully and slowly balanced the tray in one hand and napkins in the other. She came out slowly holding her head high to serve the men the hors d'oeuvres. As she approached she saw that all of Emmett's friends were black as well. 

The men seemed to be in their late twenties. They were dressed in various football jerseys. All of the men stared at her as she approached. The conversation halted and the television seemed much louder as she got closer to them.

Carl was bent over on all fours with Emmett' feet on his back. Delia frowned at the sight of her husband. What had he become for her?

"Boys, meet Didi." Didi?? That was not her name! She felt the rage fill her. 

"She's my little white bitch."

"The tight cunt?"

Delia's cheeks grew red. They were talking about her like she wasn't in the room. She offered the platter to Emmett and he grabbed some pigs in a blanket.

"Yeah tight as shit. We gonna fix that though right boys?"

The men all cheered. Delia looked from face to face. What did that mean? 

Slowly she made her way from man to man. Each one of them took an opportunity to touch her. The first guy cupped one of her breasts. The next tweaked both her nipples pinching them so tightly she squealed which caused them all to laugh again. The third friend decided he would just grope her ass. 

Delia was so humiliated as she made her way back to Emmett. He took some other pastries off the platter and then pointed for her to go around again. This time around, the first man held her in place squeezing her breasts while she balanced the platter. His large palms pressed against her hard nipples. Despite herself, Delia's pussy was getting warmer and wetting with each squeeze and she was moaning.

The second man turned her around to face Carl and grabbed her ass. He squeezed it a few times and made sure that his fingers dug into her flesh. Again Delia moaned at the attention. One of his fingers grazed against her puckered hole and her body went rigid. Again the men laughed. The second man slapped her ass and sent her on her way to the third.

The tray was nearly empty when she got to him. He popped a hot dog in his mouth and then dipped his greasy finger between her thighs. Delia gasped when he roughly thrust his finger inside her pussy.

"Fuck Emmett! She is wet as hell!"

Emmett laughed. One of his feet had gone from Carl's back and was now rubbing his toes over the head of Carl's cock. Carl was purring like a cat as he did it. "She's a real slut Shawn."

Shawn's wide digit thrust in and out of her pussy and Delia remained in place. Her breathing was growing quicker with each thrust. Delia closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself in a different place, not on her knees in front of several men she didn't know, letting a stranger finger her.

"Carl, we all gonna' fuck that white pussy." Emmett whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Yes Sir." Carl purred back.

"We gonna fill her with black sperm."

"Yes Sir." 

Delia opened her eyes and saw that Emmett's hand was fisting Carl's cock. Carl was thrusting his hips in time with the stroking he was getting. His breathing was ragged and heavy.

"Tell my boys what you told me yesterday."

Delia groaned loudly as another finger slid inside her pussy. Her own hips beginning to roll in time with the rough finger fucking she was getting. Shawn curled his fingers inside her and her entire body convulsed.

Carl whined before he answered. "Black men are superior." He gasped. "Superior to me in everyway Sir. I am a lowly white bitch boy. My wife's pussy belongs to the black race. Her white womb should be filled with black babies." Carl groaned loudly and Delia heard him hiss as he grit his teeth. "I asked I begged Sir. I begged you to fill her womb with black sperm so she may be bred with black babies Master." He whined and gasped. 

Master? Had Carl just called him Master? Delia shook violently and dropped the platter. Her orgasm rolled through her and the men laughed around her. Shawn's fingers withdrew from her while she was cumming and pinched her clit hard causing her to scream.

"You hear that Carl? My buddy Shawn just fingered your wife's cunt and made her cum. You haven't done that in years have you?"

"God no Sir." The desperation in Carl's voice was so clear. "Please Sir, please can I - uuuuugghh."

"No."

"EEEEEOOOOOOWWWW!!" Carl Screamed. 

Delia opened her eyes slowly and looked toward her pathetic husband. Emmett had his hand wrapped around Carl's sack and was tugging it down. Carl's body was dipping trying to relieve the strain on his sack.

"Continue bitch boy."

Carl was panting but his erection had not gone down. "Sir please Sir, Sir please fill my wife with your superior cock and seed. Mine white cock is so small it can never satisfy. My wife deserves to cum from as many black men as you wish. She is yours Master. Master yours. We are yours. We are your white pets."

Emmett laughed at Carl and released his balls. Carl breathed a heavy sigh of relief and yelped when Emmett's hand came down on Carl's bare ass.

"Good boy. Now get Charles ready."

Carl's head snapped up and his eyes opened wide. "Master?"

Emmett glared down at him. "You want him to fuck your wife don't you?"

"Yes Master, but..."

"Then he needs to get ready."

Carl looked to the man next to Emmett on the couch. He was a tall slender lighter skinned black man with his half erect cock sticking out of the undone zipper of his jeans. The man's eyes sparkled as he tugged his hefty balls out of his pants.

Delia watched as Carl gulped and slowly crawled toward him. His head hung low as he sat back on his heels. Delia gaped as Carl opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head of Charles' cock.

"Carl." Delia pleaded.

Carl ignored her and slowly slid his head down the half erect cock of the man they did not know. Delia looked to Emmett, whose eyes glittered evilly at her.

"What's the matter Didi?"

"He's not gay Sir."

Delia returned to watching her husband suck the stranger's cock. He groaned as Charles placed his hand on the back of his head and pushed him down half way then back up. Charles looked to Delia and winked.

"Looks pretty faggy to me."

Delia was startled by the slap to her own face. She blinked and looked to Shawn who was holding his own cock in his hand. She looked to Emmett unsure what to do. Did she need his permission to do this? Or was she expected to just suck whoever was in front of her.

"Get sucking Didi. My friends got lots of cum to fill you up with."

Delia's face was completely red as she turned to the dark cock in front of her. Her stomach was flopping and her pussy was tingling wanting more orgasms. It was desperate to be touched again in anyway. 

She wrapped her lips around the cock head and was about to suck it into her mouth when a hand came behind her head and forced her down. The cock was still soft so it didn't slip too far into her throat. She didn't gag, but the drool began to flow freely from her.

The cock twitched in her mouth and she felt it swell with each thrust deep into her mouth. Shawn had a fist full of her hair and was pumping her head up and down. The cock was getting longer and harder as it pierced her throat.

She gagged more and more with each thrust. Shawn groaned in time with the man that was fucking Carl's face. Delia could barely breathe due to the pace of the cock filling her throat. Her chin was covered in spit, her nose was dripping, and her eyes teary when Shawn pulled her head off his cock. 

Emmett was behind her. He lifted her up effortlessly and bent her over the arm of the couch. Her head was angled toward Carl. He was now sucking the other man while Charles stroked Carl's cock with one hand and his own with the other. 

Charles appeared to be staring at Delia while he stroked both cocks. To Delia's horror Carl was completely consumed with his duties of cock worship. His eyes were closed, his cock was twitching and he was moaning loudly. Louder than he had ever before.

Delia screamed when she felt the cock slide deep into her pussy. The hands on her hips were pulling her back. Shawn was fucking her hard with reckless abandon as he had when he fingered her. Delia reached out and gripped the couch cushions to try to balance herself while the cock drive so deep inside her, her womb bounced off the head of the cock.




Becoming Black Owned Pt. 02



Emmett was sitting on the coffee table, stroking his cock with one hand, and pinching and pulling at her nipples with the other. His face was closed to her ear. Delia could feel his hot breath on her skin, causing goose pimples. She could feel her pussy pulsing around the cock slipping in and out of her.

"Your husband is a black cock sucker. Look at him take that cock deep in his throat. Never seen him so hard have you Didi."

She groaned the cock swelling inside her. "No Sir."

Shawn slapped her ass and she squealed. Emmett tugged one nipple, let it go and then the other. Squeezing her breasts one at a time he continued to taunt her.

"We gonna' breed your white womb Didi. You gonna have nothing but black babies. You ain't even gonna know who the daddy is. We gonna' fill you with so much black sperm."

Delia whined and clawed at the couch harder. Her stomach flipped when he mentioned breeding. God why was this turning her on.

"Your husband knows the truth. You lowly white cunt. Do you?"

"Yes Sir."

"What is the truth?"

He pinched her nipple again and she squealed. 

"Oh God!" She groaned as she felt the first squirts of cum filling her body. Shawn was grunting. "Black men are superior."

"Good little white bitch. You like that black cum inside you don't you?"

"Yes Sir."

She felt Shawn's cock slurp out of her pussy. The cum beginning to dribble down her thighs. A thing long cock slipped inside her and she gasped. Charles was not sliding in and out of her slowly.

"We gonna' run a train on you Didi."

"Yes Sir." She moaned. 

Carl had switched. He was sucking her pussy juice off of Shawn's cock. The man, who had yet to be named, was tugging on Carl's sack causing him to whine. Carl's cock twitched with each thrust of a cock in his mouth and tug on his balls. Delia whined realizing Carl was enjoying being man handled by these men.

"Carl has to clean each cock after it comes out of you. If they get hard again from his talented tongue, guess what happens Didi?"

Delia closed her eyes for a moment as her body shook. The slow fucking she was getting from Charles, his long thing cock pressing against her g-spot caused her to cum hard. 

There was a sharp pain in her cheek and a tug of her hair. Her eyes opened, Emmett has just slapped her. His hand in her hair, he was pulling her head up.

"Keep your eyes open white whore. Watch your cucky husband take cocks for my pleasure. Watch him submit to black men while we breed you."

"Yes Sir."

"If he gets them hard, cause hes such a good cock sucker, my friend's are gonna fuck his lily white ass Didi. They gonna drill him hard just like they are fucking you."

Delia whined as the cock inside her spurted its load. She could feel the sticky cum inside her. She could feel it slosh around. Her pussy contracting sucking it deeper into her. Charles gripped her hips and pulled her back holding her tight against him as he filled her womb with his seed.

"Next!" Emmett called.

The unnamed man sprung from Carl's read and sprinted behind Delia. His cock was fat. Fatter than any she had had before. Fatter than Emmett's but not nearly as long. Her pussy stretched wide to take him. All the cum inside her helped lube her up. 

"White boy, you got a cock to suck." Emmett taunted Carl.

Delia watched as Carl slurped the cock out of his mouth, it was glistening with his saliva and harder than she had seen it before. Carl's eyes were half opened. He had a distant look in his eyes. She realized he was deep in sex haze. 

Carl spun around and wrapped his lips around the thin cock that was just inside Delia. Delia squealed and panted as the wide cock filled her pussy and pumped awkwardly in and out of her. Tears slid down her face. She was so ashamed of her husband. He was clearly enjoying being a cock sucking slave to black men.

She watched Carl's body tremble as Shawn slowly worked his cock into Carl's ass.

"That's a good white bitch boy. Take that black cock. It's what you are meant for. You gonna be a white pig on a spit aren't you?"

Carl groaned as Shawn's cock was pushed deeper into him and Charles' cock filled his mouth. Charles was completely soft but Shawn was rock hard. Delia trembled as the nameless man worked her pussy over.

The room stunk of sweat and sex. Delia's pussy would have been numb if Carl were fucking her. However, each cock that had been inside her was so different she found different parts of her pussy was stimulated with each thrust of a cock. Cum oozed down her thighs as the man pushed faster and faster inside her.

"Didi pay attention. Stay here. Watch your man. Watch him take that cock like a champ."

Emmett continued to taunt her while he pulled at her nipples one at a time. Delia would squeal with each pinch. Her pussy clenching around the wide cock that she was sure was ripping her pussy wide open. 

A sob escaped Delia's mouth. Carl was feverishly sucking the soft cock while Shawn pumped in and out of his ass. He had started slow but was not spitting on his cock as it slide out and then thrusting it hard into Carl's ass. Carl was groaning and squealing. Delia watched his erection bounce back and forth with each thrust.

With a loud grunt the man behind her filled her cunt with more cum. She felt it sticking to the walls of her pussy. She groaned as he slipped out of her. It was Emmett's turn. She was trying to take solace in the face that Emmett would be the last one, and she was almost done.

Charles was holding Carl's head as he thrust in and out of his mouth. He would thrustin into Carl's mouth as Shawn would pull back. He would withdraw when Shawn would thrust forward. Essential, Carl was completely filled with cock perfectly as a result of the timing of these two men. However, Charles' cock was half erect. 

When the unnamed man approached him for cleaning Charles sighed and pulled his cock from Carl's mouth. He patted Charles on the head before flopping on the couch and watching the show. 

Shawn was now slowly deliberately pushing his cock inside the squealing Carl holding it in place before withdrawing nearly completely. The unnamed man sat on the couch and pulled Carl's face toward his cock. However, instead of putting it in his mouth, he lifted his thick member and pulled Carl's face toward his glistening balls.

"Suck the sperm and white bitch juice off my sack boy." He hissed at Carl.

Delia watched as Carl's pink tongue came from between his lips and lavished the man's dark hairy sack with his tongue. Delia felt bile rise. It was the most disgusting thing she had ever seen. It was made worse with the smile on Carl's face as he did it. 

Emmett was no longer to her left. He had stood and was behind her. She felt his finger slide into her sore pussy. She felt him swirl it around, squishing in the liquid pooled inside her sex.

"So sloppy Didi."

"Yes Sir."

"I don't do sloppy."

What did that mean? He was the last one. He was the last one to fuck her. She would be done once he fucked her. 

She groaned in surprise as she felt his cum soaked finger push against the tight rosebud. She gripped the couch harder when her anal ring opened and allowed his finger inside her. 

"Ooohhh Goddddddd Sir."

"That's right white bitch. My cock is going in here."

"No Sir."

His hand came down on her ass sharply. The sting sent chills through her body and her pussy twitched in excitement. 

"Can you say no to me?"

"No Sir."

"I own you don't I?"

She felt the spongy head of his large thick 10 inch cock against her anal opening and she whined. Charles was stroking his cock to Carl's left as he sucked hard on the nameless man's ball sack. Shawn had just grunted loudly and Delia knew he had shot a load inside her husband.

Carl's hand was on his cock and he was stroking himself slowly. Delia wanted to look away but she couldn't. She whimpered. She was so embarrassed by her husband. He was turned on with a ball sack in his mouth and a load of cum in his ass.

"I am your pet Sir." Delia answered Emmett finally.

With a quick hard thrust Delia screamed. His cock ripped her asshole. The pain was like nothing she had ever experienced before. He had spit on his cock for some lubrication but it wasn't enough. She saw spots as he began to pump in and out of her.

"Damn fucking right cunt. This is mine. These holes, all of these holes, MINE! Your husband gave them to me. You are black owned! Don't you fucking forget your place you uppity white cunt."

He slapped her ass relentlessly as he fucked her hard. His cock pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. She cried and whined as he continued to take her. She felt owned in that moment. She felt taken. She felt like a lowly whore, bent over his couch, his cock in her ass, and cum leaking down her thighs. 

Charles was sliding his full length into her husband. He was fucking him harder than he had fucked Delia. Her husband was fisting his cock hard, hes head was nestled in the nameless man's lap. The nameless man was stroking Carl's hair.

Delia realized her husband was watching her. He was watching her cry, he was watching her being anally raped by Emmett. He was jerking off to her being fucked by Emmett like he had at their kitchen table. She wanted to vomit.

"That's a good bitch boy. You know the rules. Tell my boys the rules."

In a soft, docile, whimpy voice Carl responded. "I can only cum with my Master's permission. I can only cum - " He paused to groan as Charles thrust harder into him "Oh God." Carl moans. "God Master, Master is my God. Master is my black God. Master, I serve my Master. My Master, oh God. My black Master. Superior black Master." Carl was lost in a mantra stroking himself, watching Emmett fuck Delia hard and without care to her condition.

Emmett slapped Delia again and she screamed louder. "White boy focus. You want to cum? You want to cum with a black load in your ass don't you?"

"God yes my Master." Carl shuddered. 

"Beg boy."

"Please my Master. Please my superior black Master. Please may this pathetic white bitch boy cum for you. Please may I cum with a black cock in my ass, black balls on my face, and black seed in my fuck hole. Please oh God Master. Please my Lord Emmett, please may I please."

"Shoot it boy I am about to seed your fucking wife."

Delia screamed again watching Carl's cum shoot from his body. Thick streams of cum shot from his cock and onto the couch and floor of Emmett's living room. As he grunted loudly he wrapped his mouth around the nameless man's ball sack, sucking it deep into his mouth. Charles behind him groaned as well and was shooting his cum inside Carl.

Emmett had withdrawn from Delia's ass and was now inside her pussy. Delia felt his cum steam deep inside her. She felt Emmett filling her as well. His cum missing with the other men's cum. Her pussy was so full of cum. Her body covered in sweat. She was in so much pain.

Charles withdrew from Carl and slapped him on the ass. The nameless man slapped Carl in the face and pushed his head down into the puddle of cum on the floor. Carl's pink tongue began to lap at the puddle. 

The three black men rose and aimed their cocks down at Carl. Delia felt her body flipped over and laid down on the couch. Emmett had positioned her so that her legs were bent over the arm where her torso had once been. He pet her cheek.

"Tilt your head back. Watch the show but stay like this. Let that black seed fill into your womb. We breeding you. You gonna be fat with black babies."

Delia sobbed as it happened, tears streamed down her face. Carl happily licked at his cum sucking it off the hardwood, sucking it off the carpet as they did it. Emmett had joined them. The four black men towered over the lowly Carl licking his cum.

The yellow streams of urine were in slow motion as Delia watched. The four black men were pissing all over Carl. Carl was showered in urine as he continued to focus on cleaning his cum off Emmett's floor and couch. Delia cringed watching her husband lap at the cum that was now mixed with urine.

"Good white boy," Emmett aimed his stream for Carl's head. "Drink it up. No white cum allowed in my house. You such a good boy."



Becoming Black Owned Pt. 03



It had become common for Delia and Carl to not speak of their activities with Emmett once they ended. They returned home after the football game with heads hung low, and both of them covered in sweat and cum crusts. It was common for them to return home that way. 

Once they were back in the safety of their own home it was like their status with Emmett didn't exist. There was a bubble of ignorance around their house. Emmett rarely came to their house. If he wanted them, he would call them over to his home. 

They fell into their normal routines between visits. Carl would get up and go to work. Delia would keep house and go to her job part time. They had meals together, they slept together, but Carl and Delia never had sex together. They would cuddle during movies and kiss when they went out together. They no longer had sex.

On the outside they looked perfect. On the inside they were always on pins and needles waiting for Emmett's next call. Delia was relieved, a month after the football game, to discover she had not been impregnated by the men. However, when she told Carl, Delia got the distinct impression that he was disappointed. 

As Delia was cleaning up from dinner, the doorbell rang. Both Delia and Carl exchanged glances. They were not expecting anyone. Carl rose slowly and walked toward the door. Delia loaded the dishwasher. Initially she thought nothing of it. 

They had seen Emmett two days ago. His need for them ran about weekly. Her spine went rigid when she heard his deep commanding voice from the door. She almost dropped the glass she was rinsing in the sink. 

Delia spun around to see Emmett stomping toward her with Carl behind him on all fours desperate to keep up. Carl was still clothed, which was rare. Emmett demanded that they be nude when he was around. He also demanded that they always be on their knees. Delia immediately fell to her knees in front of the sink as Emmett approached.

Emmett stopped inches from her. Her eyes lowered, Delia saw that he was carrying a shopping bag in his hand. It was blocking her view of Carl. However, she saw the clothing flying off him and landing on the table. 

Delia began to unbutton her blouse while Emmett said nothing standing over her. She quickly undressed and threw her clothing with Carl's. Once fully nude, Emmett reached into the bag, and handed Delia a green, shiny, plastic looking dress. 

He turned while she was unfolding. The material felt stiff and had a weird smell. He handed items to Carl then stepped out of the kitchen. 

"Dress. We are going out. Wear only what I have provided for you."

Delia looked at Carl as he whimpered. He was holding a black lace bustier, a black lace garter belt, a black thong, and stockings. With a bowed head Carl began to dress, first he pulled on the thong. His cock, small and flaccid, fit perfectly inside the thong. He tugged on the garter belt and rolled up the stockings to his thighs, then clipped them to the belt. Carl began to struggle with the bustier.

Delia stepped forward to help her hopeless husband dress. She motioned for him to turn and began to tighten the strings to the corset behind him. She heard him groan, in pleasure, the tighter the made the corset. Her husband didn't have much flab, but the tightness of the corset caused his chest to smush and look like he had cleavage.

Carl returned to all fours and left the room. His interest in his wife was next to none when Emmett was around. With a sigh Delia unzipped the dress and pulled it onto her body. It hugged every curve, and was tighter than anything she had ever had on before.

It was an extremely short dress. The neckline plunged deep and left little to the imagination. Delia returned to her knees and followed Carl, crawling out to Emmett and her husband. As she did, the dress rode up, and exposed her bottom. 

Emmett had made himself comfortable on their couch. His feet were up on Carl's back. He smiled when he saw Delia enter. 

"Didi, you look absolutely slut-a-licious in that."

Delia blushed. She hated that he called her Didi. "Thank you Master."

Emmett had demanded she call him Master. Carl was to call him Lord. 

With a quick swat on Carl's exposed white ass, Emmett removed his feet. "We are ready to go then."

Delia knew better than to question him. They had never gone out in public with Emmett, so her heart was pounding. She looked to Carl as the two crawled side by side following Emmett toward their front door. Carl seemed perfectly content and had no concerns with leaving the home with Emmett the way he was.

That was, until, Emmett opened the door. Carl froze. Emmett walked toward his car, which was parked in their driveway. Delia crawled past Carl, her ass exposed, it was dark out. She told herself no one would see her. 

Emmett had opened the back door to his SUV. He waved his hand. "In the back pets."

Delia climbed into the back seat, just as a dog would. She never got off all fours. She watched as Emmett stood staring at Carl who was whimpering in the doorway. The pure look of fear was plastered Carl's face.

"Don't make me get you." Emmett growled.

Carl whimpered. He hesitantly took one step out toward the darkness and then two backward. He was shaking his head furiously.

"I can't. I'm sorry my Lord. I can't. I can't"

Delia gaped. There were tears streaming down his face. Her husband was crying because he couldn't listen to Emmett. 

Emmett groaned and rolled his eyes. "You are making this worse for yourself white boy."

Emmett stomped toward the sobbing Carl. Delia couldn't move from her seat. She didn't want anyone to see her. Emmett grabbed Carl by the hair and Carl yelled. Emmett then tugged and dragged him out the door. Carl was flailing his legs but he was not verbally protesting. He was merely whining in pain.

Emmett threw Carl into the back of the SUV next to Delia. Carl bumped into Delia and continued to sob. He covered his face and cried the whole ride. Delia did nothing to comfort her husband. This was his doing. It was his fault. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. 

They drove for 20 minutes. Emmett sang along with the R&B music that came from the radio. He did not acknowledge the two people in his backseat. Delia watched the town pass as Emmett drove and her husband sobbed.

When the car stopped, Carl sniffled and had stopped crying. Emmett climbed out of the car and Delia looked up. They were in a dark strip mall. All the other stores appeared to be closed. That was, except for the one that they were parked in front of. It was a tattoo parlor. Delia gasped.

Emmett tugged the door she was leaning on open, and she nearly fell out of the SUV. Emmett caught her. He pulled her out gently and stood her up.

"Stand."

She leaned against the SUV and tugged down her skirt to cover the little bit that it would. She looked around, the parking lot was thankfully empty. She heard Carl whimper and watched as Emmett roughly tugged him out of the car. 

Carl and Delia stood against the truck and would not look at each other. For the first time, Delia was truly disgusted with her husband. She had seen him suck another man's cock, she had watched him get fucked by another man, she had seen him lick cum, she had heard him beg for these things, she had even seen him happily be pissed on however, it was now, now that she was disgusted with him. He was a sobbing, pathetic, excuse for a man. 

Emmett produced two pairs of black pumps. One was significantly wider than the other. However, they both sported four inch heels. He handed one pair to Delia, and the wider pair to Carl. Delia immediately put the shoes on, and stood proudly in the parking lot. Carl held them, as if unfamiliar with the concept of shoes.

"Now." Emmett growled.

Carl slowly slipped the shoes on. He reached out for Delia for balance. Delia wanted to peel his disgusting fingers off her. However, she didn't. 

Emmett nodded, and he began to walk toward the tattoo parlor. Delia slowly walked behind him. Carl continued to hold her, he was wobbling on his heels. He had never walked in the them before. 

The tattoo shop was painted a bright green. Skateboards with fowery and skull designs were mounted to the walls. There were a series of empty booths that had artwork over the walls. At the counter six binders were stacked. Delia assumed this was the works of the artists.

"Yo, Rayjay." Emmett called.

Out of the backroom came a tall, thin, dark-skinned black man. He wore an over-sized Bob Marley T-shirt; sagging, bagging jeans, that exposed his red boxer briefs; oversized black and white sneakers; and a flat brimmed green baseball hat. 

The man smiled when he saw them. He approached the counter and looked Delia up and down. He licked his lips then he glared at Carl, who was cowering next to her. 

"Lemme' lock up the shop and we can get started."

Delia gasped. Get started? They were getting tattooed? She looked up at Emmett who was grinning at her. He nodded and didn't say a word.

Rayjay, locked the door and pulled down the blinds. He pulled the strings attached to the neon signs and then turned back to them.

"We set. We are officially closed."

"Kneel pets." Emmett's voice was deeper than normal.

Delia and Carl immediately fell to their knees and bowed their heads. Carl continued to whimper and was trembling slightly. It was at this time that Delia wrenched her arm free. It was his fault. She was not going to comfort him anymore.

"Which one's first?"

Rayjay had gotten behind the counter and was collecting papers on a clipboard. 

"Let's do bitchboy first."

Rayjay nodded and handed a clipboard to Emmett. Emmett read it and then tapped Carl. Carl looked up at him pitifully.

"Consents boy. You have to sign them."

Carl nodded and took a pen and the clipboard from Emmett. Carl didn't even read what he was signing. He just scribbled his signature where Emmett pointed. He handed the clipboard back to Emmett and hung his head.

They were led to one of the little alcove, tattooing stations. Carl was told to lay on the massage table. It was then that Delia realized, Carl was hairless. He had completely shaved his chest, his legs, and his groin area. The only hair on his body was on his head.

"Right here?" Rayjay had positioned a stencil on the skin that was exposed between the bottom of the corset and the thong. 

Emmett tilted his head. "I am torn between it being above his little dicklette or on his ass."

The two laughed and Carl whined more. Delia rolled her eyes watching Carl's cock begin to swell and grow as they talked about him. It still annoyed her to see how aroused her husband would get around Emmett when she knew he couldn't maintain it around her.

"We could do both." Rayjay offered.

"How about this one here and 'Owned by Emmett' on his ass."

"In like swirly script?"

"The more feminine the better."

Carl whined. When Rayjay peeled the stencil off, Delia saw what Emmett was putting on Carl. It was a black spade from a playing card, with a white "J" in it. Since they began to serve Emmett, Delia had researched the world of black supremacy. She knew that what Carl was getting tattooed on him was called the "Jack of spades." It was a sign of his submission to the black race.

Carl whined and squirmed through the whole tattoo process. However, he did not say stop. He did not protest. He accepted what was happening to him. He didn't even look down at the progress. It took about fifteen minutes for Carl to be marked forever, as a slave to the black race. 

Once that one was complete, Carl was moved to his side. Another stencil was put on his right ass cheek. Fifteen minutes later, in script, his ass read "Owned by Emmett." Carl had two white bandages on his body, a small one above his now fully erect cock, and another on his ass. 

"Good boy." Emmet was petting Carl's head as if he were a dog. Delia shook her head and crossed her arms. Rayjay was cleaning up the tattoo area ignoring Emmett and Carl.

"You want a reward for being a good boy?"

"Yes my Lord please."

Emmett reached down and undid his jeans. Reaching in, he pulled his limp cock out, inches from Carl's face. "Be a good white boy and ask."

"Please my Lord, please may I worship your superior black cock. Please may I be granted the honor of sucking your enormous black cock my Lord. Please allow me to demonstrate my purpose and please you, my superior black Lord."

Emmett smiled down at Carl and stroked his cheek. "Good boy, get to work."

Carl eagerly pushed head down and swallowed all of Emmett's thick, flaccid, member. Delia looked away. She had seen him do it so many times, but it still was like a knife through her heart. The eagerness with which her husband sucked Emmett's cock was more than she could bear.

A form was in her face. Rayjay was standing over her. "Sign."

"What is it?"

"Consent form."

"For me? Me too?"

Rayjay nodded with a sparkle in his eye. Delia looked over the form. The print was tiny. It was a standard tattoo form. Delia had signed one when she was eighteen when she had gotten a tiny butterfly on her ankle. 

Delia scribbled her name on the lines she was supposed to. She lowered her eyes and signed heavily. She knew that if Carl got a Jack of Spades tattoo she was going to be getting a queen of spades one. 

Emmett groaned and Delia heard the familiar gurgle coming from Carl. He was deep throating Emmett. Carl had gotten better at sucking cock the more time they spent with Emmett. It was coming to the point where Delia thought he was better at it than she was. The moans coming from Carl as she twisted his head with Emmett's hand on top of it caused Delia's stomach to churn.

"Strip." Emmett stated as he thrust up into Carl's mouth causing a heaving sound to come from Carl.

Without question, Delia slid the zipper down on the dress and let it fall. Her naked body presented to the two dark skinned men in the center of a tattoo shop. Rayjay reached out and squeezed both her breasts. Delia's nipples began to harden.

"Willie!" Rayjay called.

Delia's heart stopped. Someone else? Someone else was coming?

A large, stout, man came out from the back of the shop. He was bald, and heavily tattooed and pierced. He had a sickening grin on his face as he approached them.

Taking Delia's nipples in both his hand he tugged them toward him. She tried to shuffle toward him. "Yep. Emmett these would look great with some rings in them. You want them both done?"

Emmett groaned and nodded while Carl continued to bob his head up and down in his lap. 

"Pierced? I am to get pierced?" Delia whined.

The three black men laughed at her. She was pushed down onto the massage table. Rayjay was placing a stencil above her freshly shaven pussy. Willie, the fat man, was using a purple pen to mark her nipples. Delia's head was swimming.

Willie did his job first. Delia screamed each time the hot needle went through her flesh. The searing pain was almost more than she could bear. She was crying as he fit two steal rings into the freshly made holes. However, as soon they were in place, the buzz of the tattoo machine rang in her ears.

She howled when she felt the first bit of tattoo being made. She did her best to lay still while Rayjay's fingers dipped between her folds as he worked. Willie appeared content with squeezing her breasts, steering clear of nipples. 

To her dismay, her pussy was growing hot and wet while the two strangers marked her body permanently for Emmett. She heard Emmett's feral groan and Carl's squeal of glee. Emmett had just shot his load all over Carl's face. 

"Good boy." Emmett moved his attention to Delia on the table.

He pushed Carl's head toward Willie who was no fisting his own cock with one hand while he squeezed Delia's breast with the other. Carl crawled quickly between Willie's legs and used his tongue on Willie's sack. He continued to moan as he did this.

Delia whined as Rayjay scractched a black spade into her skin with a white Q in the center. Emmett pulled her legs apart while Rayjay worked. He positioned himself between them and met her eyes from between her legs.

"Didi, you cunt is all puffy and wet. You like getting marked by black men?"

"Yes Master." It was the only acceptable response.

While Rayjay was dabbing his tattoo machine in some ink, Emmett reached up and pushed two of his fingers deep into her hole. Delia groaned, his fingers always felt so good. He moved them around inside her wet cunt and hit her g-spot. Delia twitched on the table and moaned loudly.

"That's a good white whore."

He pumped his fingers in and out of her a few times, making sure she was good and horny. Then he withdrew them and sucked them into his mouth. The sting of the tattoo machine returned and Delia squealed, feeling empty.

With a final swipe of A&D ointment Rayjay was done with the tattoo. Willie was thrusting in and out of Carl's throat. Delia could hear his throat heaving with each inward thrust.

"Time to pay the men Didi."

Emmett grabbed Carl by the neck and pulled him to the tattoo stall directly across from them. Delia had no idea what he was talking about. She and Carl didn't have their wallets. How were they supposed to pay.

"Up on all fours." Emmett commanded Delia.

Delia did as she was told on the massage table. Carl was kneeling in the other stall, his hand on his purple cock. He was not jerking it yet, instead he was watching with a glazed expression. Emmett's cum crusted on his face.

Rayjay climbed onto the table and knelt in front of Delia. Soon his semi-erect cock was in her face. Immediately she took it in her mouth. This was how she was supposed to pay for the tattoos and piercing. She was to service the men.

She sucked on Rayjay with all she was worth. She moaned feeling the lubed fingers entering into her ass and her pussy. She felt the swollen body of Willie shimmying under her. It was Emmett's hands that were pumping in and out of her holes. She pushed back against them. Emmett knew how to get her off, he knew how to tease her, he knew all her buttons. 

Rayjay was growing in her mouth, longer, thicker, veinier. She was pulled back and down simultaneously, and Willie's cock filled her pussy. She groaned onto Rayjays cock as it slipped into her throat. She gagged hard unprepared for his full length. Drool began to drip down her chin. Willie pumped inside her as she rocked her hips. Willie's cock was long and was jamming her cervix up into her body as he pumped. 

Delia squealed as she felt Emmett begin to press his meaty cock against the tight opening of her ass. He had been almost exclusively fucking her ass over the past several weeks. He would always finish in her pussy though. Each time, he told her how she would be bred. 

Her body trembled when she was completely full. She had a cock in every opening, a thick black cock was pumping in and out of every hole of her body. She was consumed with the sensation of being completely owned, being completely taken, it clicked in her head.

Delia was a black owned whore. She was in fact meant to take black cocks. She was created to please all black men. The orgasm hit her just as the realization had. She was marked as a black whore, she was acting as a black whore, she was a black whore. Her white body was meant o take black men and please them. 

As if on cue, the explosions of cum occurred in seconds of one another. First, Rayjay shot his load all over her face. The streams of milky whitness landed on her lips, her cheeks, her nose and her forehead. Willie filled her pussy with his sticky seed with a loud grunt. Emmett continued to pound her ass.

Delia opened her eyes just in time to see that her husband was shooting his own load into his mouth. His tongue hanging out, the stream of cum landing glop after glop in his mouth, on his lip. He was eating his own cum.




Becoming Black Owned Pt. 03



Seeing that there was cum on her face, Carl quickly crawled over. Rayjay had stepped back and taken a seat in a chair gasping for breath. Carl's tongue licked at Delia's face. Delia closed her eyes and whined, continuing to feel Emmett superior black rod ramming in and out of her ass, opening her hole for him, taking him deeper and harder than she had ever before.

Carl licked her like a dog would. He was not paying any mind to the fact that he was licking his wife's face. He just appeared to be desperate for the cum that covered her face. Once he was satisfied that he had cleaned her face, he took Willie's place under her. 

She felt his tongue on her pussy. Carl began to desperately suck at her folds and clit. He was lapping at the cum Willie and left him there. Willie and Rayjay sat next to each other laughing at them.

"They a bunch of cum hungry white bitches." Willie pointed at them.

Delia hung her head. They were. They were nothing more than slaved for the black seed. She felt the swell of Emmett's cock inside her ass and then she felt the spurts. He was shooting his load in her ass. He never did that. She groaned and came while Carl continued to lick at her clit.

"Damn white boy. You licking my nuts while I fucked your wife, I couldn't hold it. Now you gotta clean her ass."

Before Delia could react she felt it. Carl's tongue swirled deep in her ass. She felt the pressure as Emmett pushed his face between her cheeks.

"Get in there white boy. My cock is longer than yours. So its deep. You want my seed don't you?"

"Yes my Lord. Always I always want your delicious black cum."

Carl's tongue swirled inside Delia and she blushed as she groaned feeling him lick the cum out of her. To help him she tried to contract her muscles. She tried to push the globs of cum out. 

The three black men sat naked in front of Delia, on all fours, while her husband desperate lapped the cum out of her ass. She whined both in pleasure and in shame. Her pathetic husband was nothing more than a faggot for black men. She was nothing more than a whore. Her body was offered as payment for their tattoos and her now pierced nipples which ached.



Becoming Black Owned Pt. 04



The disgust Delia felt for her husband since getting their tattoos grew exponentially every time she looked at him. Delia complained of Carl's snoring and asked him to sleep in the guest room that night. He agreed without question. However, she just couldn't stand the idea of lying next to him at night.

Truth be told, Carl had been spending his nights on his computer until the wee hours of the morning. He hadn't been sleeping with Delia for more than a few hours before he would get up for work. 

Since getting the tattoos, Delia found that she would adore the mark on her body. She would stand naked in front of the full length mirror and just stare at it, above her shaved sex. Emmett demanded she be hairless from the neck down. Something Delia was disturbed to find out he demanded of her husband, Carl, as well. 

At night, while Delia was applying lotions to aid in the healing of her new tattoo, Delia would allow her fingers to dip down lower, and touch her sex. She would tease her clit thinking of Emmett's cock and the way he would ram it into her body hard, fast, and deep. However, she never got herself off. Her body belonged to Emmett. She didn't feel right orgasming without him. 

Delia had not heard or even seen Emmett for a month. As she stood cleaning the dishes from another silent dinner between her and Carl, Delia wondered if, after marking them, Emmett had lost interest in them. Had they been too obedient? 

While drying the last plate, the phone rang. Delia's heart fluttered. They had a land line out of habit. No one ever called them on it. No one except Emmett. 

Before Delia could answer the phone, Carl dashed into the kitchen and snatched it off the wall. Delia was nearly dropped the dish when he crashed into her to answer it. She scowled at him as he turned his back to answer. 

"My Lord?"

Delia shook her head at the desperation in her husband's voice. She was ashamed of him and for him. He had become so dependent on Emmett. Delia had noticed that her husband would stare longingly at his house when he came home from work. He would stare at the phone waiting for it to ring. 

"Yes, yes all healed my Lord."

Placing the plate in the cupboard she smiled. It was Emmett. Her pussy instinctively pulsed at the thought of Emmett. Would he need their services tonight?

"All weekend? Of course my Lord. Yes! Immediately."

Hanging up the phone Delia heard Carl squeal in delight. He came over to his wife and held her hands when she faced him. The smile on her husband's face was like nothing she had ever seen before.

"Our Lord would like us all weekend! Delia! All weekend!"

"To do what?"

"I don't know. We have five minutes to get there."

They didn't bother to pack. Emmett required them to be nude and kneeling around him. He lived down the street and they locked up the house as they exited. 

Carl reached for Delia's hand and she shook it off. He hung his head and walked next to her. She wanted nothing to do with comforting her husband. She had done enough of that. He loved every minute of serving their neighbor. He did not need comfort.

Carl whispered, "We are to enter through the garage. We are to strip and enter his home on all fours. We are to wait for him to get home."

Delia nodded. There wasn't anything she wanted to say to him. It was what it was. Her mind drifted to her new tattoo, the black spade with the white "Q" in the middle was permanently placed just above her sex. She thought of her husband's new tattoos. He had gotten two. "Owned by Emmett" was scrawled across his ass and he had a black spade with a white letter "J" just above his cock. 

They entered into the opened garage. Carl closed the door quickly once they were inside. The two stripped in the garage. There was a bin next to the door in the garage with a note attached to it that read: "For Pets." Delia and Carl placed their folded clothes inside before entering the home.

On all fours, the two began to crawl down the halls. Delia felt silly. There was obviously no one home in the dark house, yet she and her husband were crawling as if their Master were there to see it. 

It seemed like hours. They knelt, one on either side of the front door, in the entry way, with their heads bowed, their hands clasped behind their backs, naked, with their knees spread wide. They waited in silence. They waited for their master to come home.

Both she and Carl perked at the sound of doors slamming. There was more than one person. The sound of the car alarm made Delia's heart flutter and her pussy to twitch in anticipation. Emmett was just outside and he would soon be using them.

Delia watched as the lock turned and then the door was pushed open. Delia sucked in a deep breath when she heard it. It was the distinct giggle of a woman. She saw the black shiny heel first and then the sliver hooks that held the laces in place.

Her eyes traveled as far up the woman's body as they could with a bowed head, which was not far. Delia was able to see up to the woman's thigh. The boots ended just below her knee. She was wearing heeled, laced, latex boots with a sharp tip. 

Delia gulped and her cheeks flushed. She had almost gotten used to Emmett sharing her and Carl with his male friends. However, she had never thought that he would bring a woman into the mix. Delia scolded herself for being foolish and thinking that she and Carl were enough for Emmett.

"Wow." 

The woman walked past them. Emmett was behind her, shutting and locking the door. He too walked past the white couple on their knees in his entryway. 

"You do have pets."

Emmett chuckles. "Yes. They appear to want to be obedient today."

"Did you do that? Did you mark them?"

"Yes. Last month they were branded as inferior and black owned. However, the male, he is specifically branded as mine."

Out of the corner of her eye Delia saw that Carl shifted to being on all fours, turned and pointed his ass toward the black couple that had just entered the home. Delia's heart sunk when her husband began to wiggle his ass as if he had a tail and was wagging it. Her husband was such an embarrassment.

The woman giggled. "I see."

"Heel boy." Emmett commanded.

Carl quickly returned to his previous kneeling position and whimpered.

"Oh they respond to commands?"

"The male does. He has been receiving virtual training consistently. He has been performing for me on webcam from home when I am unavailable to use him in person. The female, she's a bit less trained. I am going to breed her though. She has yet to accept the seed naturally. If her next heat comes and goes without being pregnant, I am going to start the treatments."

Delia gasped. Treatments? What did that mean? What was Emmett talking about? He had mentioned he was going to breed her but she had yet to get pregnant. Surely he didn't mean to do more than just fuck her and have many men fuck her.

And what did he mean that the male has been getting virtual training? Is that what Carl had been doing on the computer late at night? Talking to Emmett? Delia seethed partially because her husband had become so consumed by Emmett and partially out of jealousy. Why hadn't Emmett thought to train her as much as he was training Carl?

Delia jumped, startled, when she felt he woman's hand on her chin. The woman had taken Delia's face in her hand and was turning her left then right. Delia was able to look into her almond shaped, dark brown eyes as she studied Delia. 

"Maybe she's too old for it?"

"In her early thirties. She should still be fertile."

The woman released Delia's face and scoffed. "And no babies yet?"

"Not a one."

"Well I guess if that little dicklette was doing the fucking, it wouldn't get the job done. However, you, you should have been able to get her knocked up by now."

Delia blushed. The two of them were discussing her like she wasn't even in the room. Worse than that, they were discussing her as if she were an animal. Calling her "the female," it was so degrading. She had never felt more insignificant in her life than in that moment.

"Oh the dicklette will soon be utterly useless. Tomorrow the male is going to begin estrogen injections."

Delia gasped again. Estrogen? For Carl? That seemed so permanent. Somehow, in her mind, she had convinced herself that it was all a game. It was a temporary game. Even the tattoos, sure they were permanent, but in places where it wouldn't be so visible. But hormones, that was definitely more than a game. 

"The female seems to be a bit skittish."

"Come let's sit and enjoy our evening together. It's been so long Janelle, we need to relax and get reacquainted."

"Sissy, get us two glasses of Merlot."

Carl got on all fours and quickly crawled toward the kitchen. Delia wondered how he was going to carry the two glasses. 

"Didi, come." Emmett commanded.

Delia got on all fours and crawled quickly behind Emmett and his female guest, Janelle, into the living room. Emmett waved his hand and Janelle, dressed in a black latex mini skirt and red halter top, took a seat on the couch crossing her long, luscious, ebony legs. Delia remained on all fours between the pair and the coffee table while Emmett sat next to the beautiful woman.

Emmett wrapped an arm around her shoulders, rested his other hand on her thigh, and kissed her neck tenderly. Delia frowned a bit. It was an affectionate display that Delia had never seen before. Emmett had always been so harsh with her. Delia felt the jealous rise in her as the woman locked eyes with Delia and smiled.

"What tricks can the female do?"

Delia blushed as the woman said it, keeping eye contact with Delia on all fours.

Emmett chuckled. "Not sure. We can try some. Sit Didi. Sit."

Delia felt her entire body blush as she sat back on her heels. She lowered her eyes, she was thankful to not have to keep looking at the woman in the face. It somehow contributed to the shame she was feeling.

"Good girl." The woman reached out and patted Delia on the head while she and Emmett giggled.

Delia was mortified. She was behaving like a dog and they were treating her like one. How did she let herself get talked into this? And why was her pussy so goddamn wet?

As Delia was wallowing in her embarrassment, Carl came shuffling into the room. He held two large glasses of red wine, one in each hand. He was still on his knees and he was trying to not spill the glasses as he shuffled into the room.

Emmett took the glasses from Carl as he approached them. He handed one to Janelle then held his up. They couple on the couch clinked glasses while smiling at one another before each taking a sip. Emmett leaned in and pressed his lush, plump lips against hers, kissing her sweetly.

Carl remained kneeling to Emmett's right with his head bowed. Delia was kneeling in front of the couple with her back pressed against the coffee table. The kneeling couple remained in place until addressed directly.

Throughout the evening Emmett and Janelle talked like old friends catching up. Emmett would send Carl to refill their glasses when they were empty. He sent Delia to the kitchen to prepare some snacks for the couple. The white couple served as silent, nude, servants to the black couple that appeared to be having a low key casual date on the couch. 

Delia watched, jealous, as the woman draped her legs over Emmett's. The two laughed together and appeared to be just so focused on one another while Delia and Carl knelt waiting for their next command. 

"Want to watch something funny?"

"Of course!"

"Didi, on the coffee table. On your back, legs spread."

Immediately, thankful for the attention, Delia crawled toward the coffee table. She positioned herself on the rectangular shaped table, with her legs open wide and her arms at her side. 

"Sissy show Janelle how useless your little dicklette is."

Delia looked down her body at her husband. His semi-hard cock was dangling between his spread legs. She watched as he looked down at it and blushed. 

"See Janelle, Sissy is a fag boy. Loves black cock in his mouth and his ass. But when he sees the white pussy he gave me, thing gets limp."

Emmett reached out and began to flop Carl's semi-flaccid member. Carl closed his eyes and moaned as his cock and bounced back and forth. 

"Go ahead, test the female. I bet you she is dry as a bone at the idea that this dicklette might fuck her."

Delia's eyes widened as she watched Janelle climb from Emmett's lap and tower over her on the coffee table. The woman smiled, evilly; down at her while she thrust her hand between Delia's spread legs. 

As the woman's fingers roughly pushed into Delia's sex, Delia groaned pushing her hips up. The woman swirled her fingers around inside Delia, who had been wet earlier but gone dry doing the service oriented tasks.

"Let's get them all hot and bothered and make them fuck each other!"

Emmett laughed. "I doubt the sissy will be able to hold an erection in that pussy. He's so small. I have stretched that white cunt out."

Delia moaned while Janelle worked three fingers in and out of her sex. Her body was responding to the attention and the way they were talking about her. Her wetness was increasing more and more.

"I think I have some Viagra. That will keep him up!"

Emmett laughed. "That might work."

Janelle withdrew her fingers from Delia. Delia whimpered, her cunt feeling so empty and stimulated. She laughed at Delia while she wiped the arousal onto Delia's spread thighs before she trotted off to her purse in the kitchen. 

Delia looked between her legs and saw that Carl had his eyes closed, his mouth open, and was humping while Emmett was fisting his erection. Delia felt bile rise in her throat. It used to take her a half an hour to get his cock that hard for him to have sex with her. Emmett touches her husband and he is instant steel.

Janelle returned with a pill bottle beaming behind Carl. She opened the top and poured some out into her hand. Carl's mouth was open she so thrust her hand into his mouth. Carl immediately wrapped his pink lips around her dark fingers and suckled them. 

"It's gonna take a half hour to kick in. How we gonna keep him hard?"

"Mmmm." Emmett reached down with his free hand and undid his pants. "Come Sissy. Taste a real man."

Carl eagerly crawled forward and ducked his head into Emmett's crotch. Delia felt a stab of jealousy again. She wanted to be the one to get his cock, not her husband, not her fag of a husband.

Janelle giggled with her hands on her hips watching as Carl sucked Emmett's cock to life. His head began making shallow strokes up and down. Delia could tell that Emmett was getting harder with each stroke because Carl's head would tilt back farther, to ensure he got the full length.

Emmett leaned back and put his hands behind his head. He groaned lightly and thrust his hips up causing Carl to gag heavily. With a heavy sigh, Emmett closed his eyes.

"You trained him to be a good little cock sucking whore."

"Yes, he practices nightly on dildos. He is also a full anal slut as well."

"And the female."

"Been trying to focus on breeding the white cunt."

Janelle approached Delia while she stroked her own chin. The look on her face, told Delia that she was thinking something mischievous.

"Has she licked pussy?"

"If she has, never one as sweet as yours."

Janelle smiled brightly. "Well you shouldn't be the only one having the fun."

"Go ahead. We got some time before Sissy is gonna have an erection that won't fade."

Delia's eyes followed the tall, slender, black woman with the ample breasts stalk toward her. She ran her long red fingernail over Delia's body, from her sex, up over her belly button, between her breasts, and then paused at Delia's lips.

"White girl want some black pussy?"

Delia nodded.

Janelle scowled, her hand quickly went between Delia's legs and she swatted Delia's sex. It was like an electrical shock that shot through her body and caused her clit to pulse. Delia squealed loudly and her legs twitched but didn't close.

"The correct response is 'Yes Nubian Goddess.'"

Whimpering while Janelle's nail trailed over Delia's inner lips, Delia again nodded. "Yes Nubian Goddess."

Janelle knelt on the coffee table. She positioned herself so that she was straddling Delia's head. Janelle then raised her skirt, revealing her swollen chocolate lips with the curly black landing strip. Delia stared up at it. She had never been with a woman; she had no idea what to do.

"You gonna' make me cum. Then the sissy gonna' fuck that useless cunt of yours until we get bored of watching you. You understand me?"

Delia whined: "Yes Nubian Goddess."

Janelle lowered her sex down onto Delia's face. She had no idea what to do. Delia stuck out her tongue and licked the outside lips. The taste of the woman's sex was musky and sweet. It was nothing like she had ever tasted before.

Slowly she ran her tongue up and down Janelle's slit. Janelle started to rock her hips in the opposite direction of Delia's tongue. To the side of them, Delia could hear Emmett groaning and Carl whining. She wondered what Emmett was doing to Carl.

Janelle pushed her down onto Delia's face. Delia's nose slipped between Janelle's folds and her airway was cut off. Janelle reached down and pulled Delia's head up into her pussy. She was rocking harder on her face. Delia flicked her tongue wildly trying her best to stimulate the woman.

As her lungs began to burn, Delia's tongue slipped up into Janelle's channel. Janelle groaned and then thrust her harder forward. Delia's nose was pressing against Janelle's now swollen clit. Her pussy was leaking heavily, covering Delia's face with her juice as Delia lapped frantically.

"Mmm her pussy juicy isn't it Didi."

Delia tried to nod but Janelle had her head firmly clamped between her thighs. She was loudly moaning and groaning while she bucked over Delia's face. 

Delia was finally able to slightly tilt her head back when Janelle removed her hands from Delia's head. She stole a few gulps of air before returning to her task. Her tongue made connection with Janelle's clit. Delia flicked her tongue back and forth. She brought her right hand up and slowly slipped two fingers inside Janelle's sex.

Her fingers slid in easily to the slick channel. Delia worked one than two fingers in and out of Janelle's pussy as it pulsed around her digits. The sounds coming from Janelle told Delia that she was doing the right thing to get the woman off.

Emmett groaned. "Enough Sissy. Let's see that dicklette. Nice and hard. Solid."

The sudden gush over Delia's face scared her. She thought Janelle had peed on her. Then she heard the screams and felt the tightness around her fingers. Janelle had just squirted on her face. 

"Mmmmm. May have been her first time but this one is trainable Emmett."

"She warm you up good baby? I've been dreaming of your sweet juicy pussy for weeks. You wanna come get you some?"

Janelle raised her body off Delia's face. Her finger swirled in her own cream covering Delia's face. Delia's cheeks turned red while the woman snickered down at her.

"Go ahead sissy. Let's see why you are not permitted to fuck."

Before Delia knew it she felt the awkward thrusts of Carl stabbing his cock into her pussy. He had crawled between her legs and laid his body on top of hers. His arms were on either side of her body and his cock ineffectively dipped in and out of her Delia's pussy.

Looking up at his face Delia saw he was not enjoying it either. His eyes were closed and he was rocking his hips back and forth but his cock was missing all the essential spots that Emmett hit effortless. Delia tried to shift her lips and pull her legs up to get him in at a different angle. However, it still felt wrong.





Becoming Black Owned Pt. 04



As Delia's body rocked back and forth on the coffee table while Carl frantically pushed himself in and out of her pussy she heard the sensual mutual groans. She turned her head and saw Janelle had now straddled Emmett. 

Delia's eyes fell to his massive, long, strong, thick, member disappearing inside Janelle's sex. Delia noticed his hands on her hips guiding her down slowly. Janelle began to roll her hips back and forth, riding Emmett's full length inside her. Delia was again jealous, she was getting fucked by a faggot sissy while that woman, whose pussy she had just licked, was now getting fucked by her Master.

"Go slow baby. The sissy really got me going. I want to savor the feel of your pussy around my cock."

"Wait wait. I wanna watch the show too." 

Janelle climbed off Emmett, after giving him a deep sensual kiss, and turned. She straddled him again, riding him reverse cowgirl. The two were not watching Carl drill Delia ineffectively.

Delia blushed throughout her body. It was so embarrassing, having the two of their eyes on her with Carl practically flailing on top her. Carl lowered his head and rested it next to Delia's. He was grunted and breathing heavily while his cock pistoned in and out of her.

Emmett moaned as Delia watched Janelle expertly lower her body down on his length and then slide herself back up. She was slowly working his cock which was glistening with her slick juices, the juices that Delia had licked out of her.

Delia whimpered while Carl drove in and out of her. She was going numb. She could barely feel anything down there as he hammered away. Janelle squealed, her hands on Emmett's knees.

"They look so pathetic."

"Mmmm. They are baby."

"I can see why you take pity on them and fuck her. Look at that. The male is just awkward."

With a deep guttural growl Emmett thrust up causing Janelle to close her eyes, gasp, and then scream. He was pushing up harder into her and she was sliding up and down on him faster.

"Sissy stop. Kneel and watch a real man fuck."

Carl immediately stopped his assault on Delia's cunt. He crawled off her and positioned himself directly in front Carl and Janelle. His eyes fixed on his cock disappearing inside her and sliding back out. Delia continued to lie on the coffee table her legs wide open and she felt ashamed.

She was so ashamed of what she had become. She was addicted to black cock. She had become a complete whore for her neighbor. She had allowed him to permanently mark her and now she was forever his servant. A tear slid down her cheek as she saw the hunger in her husband's eyes watching the two having sex on the couch.

Janelle squealed louder and louder as she rode Emmett's cock harder. Her hips rolled again. The sound of sex filled Delia's ears. Emmett's groin slapping against Janelle's ass filled Delia's ears. The feeling of hopelessness filled her soul.

"Lick my clit you worthless white sissy fag." Janelle screamed.

Carl's face fell forward. Delia watched in horror as he eagerly lapped at her pussy. She saw his tongue slide out and lick both Janelle and Emmett. She felt nauseous. It didn't matter how many times she saw it, it still repulsed her when her husband went after Emmett's cock. Delia closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to watch her husband sluttily, eagerly, serve the black couple fucking on the couch.

"No no you white cunt. You watch. You watch me fuck this big black cock while your sissy fag husband licks us both."

Delia whined and opened her eyes. Tears ran down her cheeks as she watched the three of them. The smell of arousal filled her nostrils. Her sex began to pulse and she felt the wetness return. Why was it turning her on to watch this display of black dominance?

With a hearty howl, Emmett grabbed Janelle's hips and drove her down on his cock hard. He thrust up simultaneously and Delia could tell he was cumming. She whined. That was her cum, that seed was meant for her. Janelle's hips went in circles as she moaned and Carl lapped at their two joined sexes.

Janelle slowly raised her body off Emmett's cock. The white creamy film covered his cock and Janelle lay on the couch. Her legs spread wide she smiled at Delia as if she could read her mind.

"Come sissy boy. Lick your Master clean and then come get his cream out of my juicy pussy. If you're good enough I'll shower you."

"Yes Nubian Goddess thank you. May I my Lord? May I clean your superior black seed from your superior black cock?"

"Yes sissy."

Carl leaned forward and Delia gagged. His head bounced up and down and the slurping sounds of him sucking Emmett clean began to burn into Delia's brain. Her husband was so pathetic.

"What's the matter Didi? You neglected over there? Only getting dicklette?" Janelle taunted.

"Yes Nubian Goddess." It came out as a sob.

"Tough. Maybe if you behave you will get some black cock tomorrow."

Delia whined as she continued to cry on the table with her legs still wide open. 

"Don't you fucking stop watching cunt bitch! What your pathetic sissy husband suck him and then lick my superior pussy. You watch him make me cum like he never could get you to."

Carl's face buried between Janelle's thighs and he groaned humping the sofa. His erection had turned purple. It looked painful. Delia wondered how many pills Janelle had given him.

"Yes Nubian Goddess."

Janelle threw her head back and laughed as Carl began to lap at her pussy. Emmett sat back and began to swat ass. Carl groaned and moaned his head turning all around as he worshipped Janelle's pussy.

"That's it bitch boy. You lick that sweet juicy ebony pussy. You get all my black cum out of there. Fill your belly with my seed you pathetic sissy fag."

"Yes my Lord thank you my Lord." Carl took a break to thank Emmett and then returned to his task.

"Turn Didi. Lemme' see your white cunt." Emmett turned his attention toward Delia.

Delia rotated her body. She was thankful for the change. She couldn't see her desperate husband lapping at Janelle's pussy while he humped the couch as well this way.

"Spread those white lips for me. Let me see that cunt."

Delia reached between her legs with both hands. She took her outer lips between her fingers and pulled her pussy open. Her wetness caused the exposedness of her cunt to be sensitive to the air. The heat coming from her pussy in contrast to the air caused her to shiver slightly.

She moaned feeling something pushy against her swollen clit. Looking down her body she saw it was Emmett's foot. He was using his big toe to press into her clit. He had an evil smile on his face.

"You worthless slut. You should thank him for touching that disgusting pussy." Janelle hissed as she bucked her hips against Carl's mouth.

"Thank you Master for touching my pussy with your foot."

Janelle arched her back and screamed as her thighs clenched around Carl's head. She pulled him into her and Delia knew she was orgasming. She knew that her husband had just licked Janelle to orgasm when his main goal was just to eat Emmett's cum. Janelle rode his face for a moment before she pushed and kicked him to the floor.

Carl returned to kneeling. His cock painfully erect. It was dark purple. There was a pearl of pre-cum coming out of the slit. His hips were moving back and forth, he was humping the air.

Emmett's grin grew and he pushed more. His toe slid inside Delia's hole and she moaned. She rocked her hips a bit to get more sensation in her pussy. Even his toe felt better than her husband's cock.

"Pathetic little whore. I bet you we could make a ton of money pimping that ass out. No one would want that cunt but that ass. I bet you we could sell that."

Emmett nodded. "What do you think sissy? Think your wife's ass is worth anything?"

"It is worth what you, my Lord, deem it to be."

Janelle and Emmett laughed in unison. Delia felt a full body blush and her pussy clench around his toe. Her clit was twitching she wanted to cum. She wanted to cum so bad. She humped his toe harder and clawed at the table.

Emmett withdrew his foot. Delia humped air whining and whimpering. She needed release. Why wasn't he giving it to them.

"On all fours pets. It's time for bed."

Delia crawled off the table, her pussy fluttering, desperately wanting release. She positioned herself next to Carl. He was on all fours, his cock pressed against his belly.

"You two, no cumming without permission."

"Yes my Lord."

"Yes Master."

Janelle snickered from the couch.

"Follow me."

Emmett rose from the couch and began to walk toward the bedrooms. The white couple crawled behind Emmett. Carl was a bit ahead of Delia. Emmett led them down the hall and opened the guest room door.

The room was mostly empty. There were two large dog kennels inside with water bottles attached to them. Inside one of them was a bowl. The other had a bowl outside of it. There were laminated labels on each cage. To Delia's horror, the one with the bowl inside read "Didi." 

"This is where you will sleep for the weekend. Didi, the bowl is for when you have to piss. Sissy, yours is outside. I hope you have good aim. Tomorrow we will start your full sissy training."

"Thank you my Lord thank you." 

Carl scampered inside his cage and curled into a ball. His cock was still hard. Emmett smiling closed the door behind him and put on a small combination lock.

"Good sissy."

Carl mewed a few times before closing his eyes.

Emmett turned toward Delia who was still on all fours in the doorway. She was in complete shock. This had to be a joke. There was no way she was going to pee in a bowl. There was no way she was going to stay in a cage.

"Didi." Emmett urged holding the cage door open.

She looked to him and whimpered. Then she looked at the cage and tears fell down her cheeks. She hung her head and slowly crawled inside. As her ass past him, Emmett whacked her hard causing her to yelp.

"You need to learn obedience."

"I'm sorry Master."

"Not yet. But you will be."

He walked toward the door and switched off the only light. Without another word Emmett closed the door and left them caged for the night. Delia sobbed loudly in the cage. She didn't care that her husband was trying to sleep next to her. She just couldn't believe this is where her life had brought her.



Becoming Black Owned Pt. 05



"How could you do this to us?" Delia sobbed in her cage. 

She had her knees pulled up to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. The cage was small and confined. She couldn't stretch out, the most she could do was crouch inside it. Even then, the bars would be pressed against her skin.

"What do you mean?" 

The moonlight shining through the window into the room was the only way Delia could see her husband. Carl rolled over in his cage. He was now facing her in the fetal position as well. 

"How could you promise us to him?"

"I did it for us, for you."

"And now look at you! Look at what you are. You - " Delia sobbed and sniffled. "You're gay."

Carl whimpered. "Delia. You know I am not."

"How can you say that? Your cock gets so hard around him. You suck him off; you get fucked by his friends! Carl! You're gay!"

Carl was quiet for a moment. He brought his chin to his chest. Delia watched as his eyes looked down at his throbbing cock. It was still hard, it looked painful. Delia was surprised that part of her was glad he might be in pain from his erection. 

"I am." It was barely audible. 

Carl's admission was followed by a low whimper. Delia wiped the tears from her face and the snot from her nose. She was truly more disgusted by her husband every time she saw him with Emmett. However, now, now with him admitting that he was gay, the feelings of disgust increased tenfold.

"How could I have married a faggot?"

"I wasn't always. He made me this way. I am this way for you. So you can get the beautiful black cock that you crave Delia. I am gay because it gets you what you want."

Delia's jaw fell open. How dare him! How dare he claim this was all her fault. She watched as his hand slipped from hugging himself to down his chest. He began to slide his fist up and down the purple head of his swollen cock.

"I suck his massive erection. I drink his cum. I offer him my inferior white ass for you Delia. I am his sissy faggot cock hungry slut so he will fuck you. It is the price to say for my wife to get the superior black seed in your womb Delia. It's for you. I am gay for you."

As he spoke, the desperate in his voice became more and more evident. He went from shame to whining in need. The speed with which his hand stroked himself increased as he spoke. Delia watched her husband jerk off to the idea of being gay in complete shock.

"I will be the biggest white bitch boi sissy for Emmett so he will fill your womb with superior black babies Delia. I do this so that you will continue to get his rock hard cock inside you. I do this so you can be satisfied. I am an inferior white cock whore fag. I do not deserve your Delia. You belong to black men. You belong to Emmett. I am just a bitch fag. Oh God. Oh God I am so close. Delia, Our Lord Emmett, he has made me a sissy fag for you. So you can have his massive black member fill your holes and seed your womb because I cannot. I am a fag! Oh God."

Carl was screaming now. His fist was pumping his cock faster than she had ever seen. It was like his hand was a blur. He was pumping his hips into his fist. He was holding onto the bars of his cage with his eyes closed. He kept repeating that he was "a worthless sissy cock hungry fag for Lord Emmett" over and over, louder and louder.

"Stop it Carl! Stop it!" Delia pleaded.

Tears returned. They streamed down her face. She held onto the bars as she pled with her husband to stop stroking himself. Neither of them had permission to cum. 

"They are going to hear you! Stop it." She whispered. Carl continued.

The door flew open and light filled the room. Carl had rolled over to his stomach and was thrusting his hips forward. His legs were bent, his toes pressed against the bar. He continued his mantra of being sissy fag for Emmett. 

Standing in the doorway was the glorious black couple. Emmett has his hand around Janell's narrow waist. They were naked, glistening in sweat. Delia's eyes scanned their beautiful naked bodies. Emmett's cock was flaccid between his legs but had the sheen of pussy juice on it. Delia imagined they had just fucked again. Emmett could be insatiable.

"What's he doing?" Janelle asked.

Emmett chuckled. "His nightly mantras. He has to proclaim his place while stroking himself nightly for an hour. But the pills are making him hornier than usual. I will lock his cock up tomorrow to ensure he will not cum."

Delia couldn't take her eyes off the magnificent dark skinned couple discussing her husband in the doorway. She found her pussy tingling at the sight of her Master's cock. She licked her lips as the thought of sucking him to life crossed her mind. Immediately her cheeks flushed. He was the reason she was in a cage. He was the reason her husband was a homo.

"What about the female?"

"She has had no such training."

"Can I train her?"

Delia's hear stopped and she brought her eyes up the woman smiling devilishly at her. She was no longer concerned about her husband. She was concerned about herself. Their deal was that the couple belonged to Emmett not Janelle. Surely, Emmett would just give her away to some stranger.

Emmett's arms pulled Janelle against him tighter. She wrapped hers around his shoulder and the two shared a playful kiss. Emmett's hand reached down and grabbed a handful of her ample ass.

"I intend to breed the female pet Janelle. Will your training conflict with that?"

She kissed him again. "No. If anything, it will reinforce it. I want to help you train her to be an obedient pet."

Emmett smiled at her and bit her lower lip before leaning in and kissing her passionately. Delia felt a pang of jealousy. Not once had Emmett kissed her with such affection or love. He had merely used her body for his pleasure. Granted, she had gotten a lot of pleasure from his use, but never that affection. She heard herself whine while Carl continued to stroke himself desperately screaming his mantra.

"Alright sweetie. You can play with the pets too."

Janelle squealed and giggled. She kissed Emmett hard and pushed him against the doorframe.

"Let's leave these two for a good night's rest. Tomorrow is a big day for them and I am craving another round of you."

Emmett growled. "You read my mind."

Without acknowledging either of them the door closed. Delia was left in the dark room, caged next to her gay husband while he stroked his cock and proclaimed his nature. This went on for another forty five minutes before he stopped, gasping for breath, and whining.

Delia didn't speak to him. She didn't look at Carl. She laid in a ball, her back to him, trying to fall asleep in the cramped cage. The urge to cry would take over her for a few minutes and leave. She was a black owned whore slave. Her husband was a sissy fag. That was her final thought before her drifted off to restless sleep.

Delia woke to the clanking sound of metal against the bars of her cage and a full bladder. Janelle stood in a silver silk robe and was running the clasp of a leash over the bars. The familiar evil smile spread across her face.

"Morning Didi pet. I see the bowl is empty."

"Yes Nubian Goddess but I need to pee. Please let me out. Please, I have to go to the bathroom Nubian Goddess."

From behind her back, Janelle produced a black studded collar with a D ring and a circular green tag. Delia squirmed in the cage. The need to urinate was becoming more and more urgent in her crouched position in the cage.

"I will let you out. You don't have to pee in the bowl dear."

"Thank you Nubian Goddess."

Janelle undid the lock of the cage. Delia got on all fours. She needed to urinate so badly. She would do anything this woman wanted to get out and not have to pee in that bowl.

As the cage door opened, Delia crawled out. She would crawl to the bathroom, she had to. She was in her Master's house, and she was his pet. It was her place on all fours. However, Janelle grabbed a fistful of her hair.

"Not yet Didi."

Delia whined as she sat back on her heels. The pain in her bladder was beginning to increase it was so full. She wasn't sure she could hold it any longer.

Janelle clasped the collar that was in her hand around Delia's neck. She clipped the leash to the D ring and smiled. 

"Good pet."

Emmett walked in the room wearing black boxer briefs. Delia's eyes immediately went to the bulge. He was soft, no doubt, well fucked. Delia frowned wondering if Janelle had satisfied him the night before. The thought that he me may not need Delia to fuck was surprisingly disappointing. 

Delia watched as Emmett, carrying a syringe, walked toward Carl's cage. Carl had been lightly snoring, curled in a ball within the cage. He seemed so peaceful. 

Emmett kicked the cage and Carl jerked within it. He appeared to be startled. Blinking a few times Carl smiled. "Morning my Lord."

"Present your pussy sissy white bitch."

Carl got on all fours within the cage. He pushed his ass against the bars toward Emmett. Emmett removed the cap to the syringe and pushed it into Carl's right ass cheek. Carl mewed as Emmett pushed the plunger down.

Delia gaped at them. What had Emmett just injected her husband with? Was that the estrogen they talked about yesterday? Delia looked up at Janelle, who was smiling down at her.

"He is going to be such a good sissy."

The sound of a slap caused Delia's head to snap back to Carl. He was wiggling his ass against the bars. Emmett was slapping his ass through the bars.

"Come boy. I need to piss."

Emmett undid the lock of the cage and turned. Delia watched as Carl padded behind him and out of the room. Delia hung her head. She knew that Carl was about to be covered in urine. 

Delia was yanked forward. She fell onto all fours and was nearly dragged through the house. Janelle had said nothing to her. She just walked quickly, expecting Delia to keep up. Delia did her best to crawl behind Janelle.

As they approached the sliding glass doors, Delia whined. Surely Janelle did not intend to take her outside, naked, except for the collar and leash. The urgency in her bladder came back with force. She had been distracted by the presence of Emmett earlier and the injection into her husband's ass.

The glass door slid open and Janelle stepped out into the morning sunshine. Delia whimpered and tried to hold her ground while Janelle tugged her leash. Delia wanted to claw at the door way. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run in the other direction.

Janelle tugged the leash one more time and Delia felt the warmth of the sun on her bare skin. She splayed on the grass, her arms outstretched above her head, and he legs behind her. She began to cry. She was naked, on a leash, with a full bladder, at the mercy of an evil woman.

"Oh stop that Didi." Janelle scolded.

She pulled the leash more, and Delia slowly got up on all fours. She really needed to pee. Janelle walked her around the yard and Delia whined with each crawling step. 

"Please Nubian Goddess," Delia began to plead, "please let me use the bathroom. I need to pee."

"Why do you think I am traipsing around the backyard in a rope Didi? It's so you can do your business."

"What?!"

"Excuse me pet?"

"Nubian Goddess, I am sorry, I don't understand. Please let me pee, please I just need to go to the bathroom."

"Then go already!"

Delia looked around. Emmett's perfectly landscaped yard had a large, tall, vinyl, white fence around it. There was no way any of their neighbors could see Delia naked on a leash but she couldn't just pee in the yard. She wasn't an animal.

"I don't have all morning. Either go now, or hold it until you are taken out again."

Delia whined. She couldn't do it. She shook her bowed head. She was kneeling, her ass on her heels with her knees spread wide. Tears slid down her cheeks. She may have been a slave but she was not an animal. No matter what that woman said. She would not pee -

"That's a good pet. Good Didi. Good girl. You will get a treat when you get inside."

The warmth of her own urine flowing over her feet in the position was mortifying. Delia cried harder as she peed all over herself in the yard. She covered her face and sobbed while her body continued to urinate. 

Once the stream ended, there was another tug on the leash.

"Come. Come Didi. It's time to back inside. You want a treat? Want a treat girl?" 

Janelle was speaking to Delia as if she was a dog. The shame reverberated throughout Delia's mind and body. She blushed from head to toe.

Delia crawled slowly behind Janelle as she led her around the yard once more. The smell of her own potent urine filled Delia's nostrils and exacerbated her shame. Once the bit that had gotten on her body was dry, Janelle led her back into the house.

Janelle sat at the kitchen table which was set with plates, silverware, and glasses of orange juice. The smell of coffee, bacon, and eggs filled the house. Emmett was seated at the table already. Delia knelt next to Janelle.

Carl, wearing nothing but a black and white mini apron covering his cock and a pair of four inch pumps, was dutiful standing at the stove. He was making bacon and eggs while the coffee percolated. His steps, the few that he took, were similar to that of a baby deer. He was not used to walking in heels and it was obvious.

He was humming a tune happily while he cooked. He held a bowl against his chest and mixed what Delia assumed was pancake batter. He looked so domesticated. In their house, he never cooked.

"Open Didi girl."

Delia was snapped from the sight before her, by Janelle's voice. She turned her head and saw that she was holding a large pink pill in her hand. Delia obediently opened her mouth and Janelle popped the pill into it. Janelle snapped her fingers and pointed to a bowl by the sink. Delia got on all fours and crawled toward it. She lapped at the water in the bowl so that she could swallow the pill. She had no idea what she had just taken.

"Good girl. Its prenatal vitamins. If you are going to breed black babies, you need to have a healthy womb."

Delia gulped down the water and her stomach grumbled. She needed food. She saw that there were three other bowls on the floor. Another held water. Next to that were to pink bowls with names on them. One said "Didi" and the other said "Sissy." Delia's heard fell when she realized that she and Carl would be eating from those bowls.

"Come Didi. Come get your treat for being such a good girl and making wee wee in the yard."

Delia looked up and saw that Janelle had her robe open and her legs spread. Delia could see that Janelle's beautiful dark pussy lips were spread just a bit so that Delia could get a glimpse of Janelle's sweet, juicy, pink inner lips.

Hanging her head, Delia crawled toward Janelle. "Yes Nubian Goddess." She whispered.

Janelle scooted her body in the chair. She positioned her ass to the end of the chair and pulled Delia's head against her sex. Delia's tongue immediately slid out and swirled around the outer then inner folds of Janelle's pussy. Delia moaned. She tasted the familiar saltiness of Emmett's cum inside her. It both thrilled and saddened Delia. This meant that Emmett had spent the evening fucking Janelle and not Delia. 

Delia increased her lapping speed and including some sucking. She decided that she would suck Emmett's entire flavor out of the woman in front of her. She sucked on Janelle's clit and swirled her tongue inside the well fucked hole. 

Janelle reached down while moaning and humping Delia's face. She pulled Delia tighter against her pussy. Delia's nose rubbed against Janelle's clit and her access to air was cut off. She continued to lick and suck hearing Janelle's groans become louder and more guttural.

"Looks like she's taking a liking to licking your pussy sweetie."

"Oh yes. Yes she is."

"Turning me on. Sissy come suck."

"Yes my Lord. Thank you my Lord."

First there was the sound of plates hitting the table. Then the gagging and slurping sounds of Carl worshipping Emmett's cock filled Delia's ears. Jealousy rose inside her, she should be the one sucking his cock. She was the woman not Carl.

Delia's lungs began to burn while her tongue pistoned in and out of Janelle's pussy. The hole was clenching and spasming around her tongue. Delia tried to shake her head so that her nose would stimulate the swollen clit beneath it. 

With a loud sigh and squeal a rush of fluid filled Delia's mouth and covered her face. Janelle's thighs tightened around her head, squeezing Delia like a vice. Delia whined as she tried to lick and suck the cum coming from the trembling woman. 

"I need some ass."

Delia felt a tug on her leash and Janelle let her go. Delia, dizzy from lack of oxygen, stumbled as she was yanked toward Emmett. She tripped over Carl, who was pushed on his back on the floor. Her foot grazed his erection and he whined.

Delia was bent over the table, between the breakfast plates. She screamed as she felt the pain in her ass. Emmett drove his full length into her. He held nothing back, he pushed himself balls deep into her ass. Delia clawed at the table cloth and squealed.

"That's right, this lily white ass is mine to fuck, isn't that right Didi?"

"Yes Master." Delia groaned as Emmett began to thrust deep long strokes in and out of her ass.

"You are my pet aren't you?"

"Yes Master!" Delia squealed as he pushed harder and his cock went in deeper.

"Your white body, your white soul, it belongs to me!"

"Yes Master! Yours! I am a white slave to your big black cock!" Delia screamed.

"Such a pathetic whore." Janelle chimed in.

"Gonna carry black babies like a good breeding pet."

"Yes Master." 

His cock pulsed inside her ass. Delia never felt fuller then when Emmett fucked her. She never felt more owned or claimed then when his long veiny member took her over and over. He was pummeling her ass; she could feel her body stretching opening to take him deeper and harder. His large hands were on her shoulders pulling her body back against him to meet his thrusts.

"That's a good sissy; you lick my sack while I fuck your wife. Good fag boy."

Delia felt Carl's head grazing her clit while he licked Emmett. She wanted to kick him. This was her turn with their Master. She didn't want him messing it up.

She felt the swelling and screamed. Her ass was stretched to the max. She wasn't sure she could take anymore. And then her cunt was filled. Emmett had taken his cock from her ass and filled her pussy with his cock. She felt the sprays of his cum clinging to her walls as he squirted inside her with a groan.

"Thank you Master!" Delia panted. "Thank you for filling my womb with your superior black seed!"

Janelle laughed loudly. It was like a cackle. Delia blushed as Emmett continued to shower her womb with his seed. 

With a slap to her ass, Emmett climbed off her. He plopped in the chair to her left. Still bent over the table, Delia tried to catch her breath. Her clit was throbbing and her ass was tingling. She could feel her Master's cum sloshing inside her.

"Sissy, clean Didi."

Carl's warm tongue dove inside Delia's pussy. Delia shivered as he lapped and sucked her pussy. Delia closed her eyes and humped Carl's face as he hungrily sought out their Master's seed. 

She heard the sound of forks hit the plates. Emmett and Janelle were eating their breakfast while Carl licked Delia's pussy and ate their Master's cum. Delia twitched and trembled as her husband's tongue grazed her inner lips and her clit. She was so desperate to cum.

"You can cum Didi. You were such a good girl when you made wee wee outside." Janelle stated.

While Carl licked Delia, and cleaned her pussy, the black couple ate their breakfast ignoring them. Delia trembled on the table, her legs spread, her husband's face buried between them. His tongue dancing between her well fucked asshole and her stretched pussy. Emmett and Janelle chatted as lovers do as if Delia and Carl weren't there. 




Becoming Black Owned Pt. 05



Delia orgasmed three times while her husband licked her and her Master ignored her. She stayed on the table gasping for breath while her husband's tongue assaulted her sex and her asshole. It wasn't until they were done eating, that her husband stopped, and it was only because he was told to clean up breakfast.

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Becoming Black Owned Pt. 06



While Carl cleaned up, humming happily, Delia lay on the table. She was feeling both shame and sexually satisfied. 

Still wearing her leash, she felt a tug. Janelle was tugging her off the table.

"Down girl, no pets on the furniture."

Delia slinked off the table. The humiliation filled her, and her sex pulsed. How could it still want more after the fucking she just got?

"Good girl."

Janelle patted Delia's head like a dog as Delia knelt at her feet beside the table. Delia bowed her head in an attempt to hide her blush. It was so degrading.

Janelle turned, picked up the bowls off the floor. She began mixing powdered oatmeal mix into them and microwaved them briefly. Stirring them first, Janelle placed two heaping bowls of microwaved oatmeal on the floor.

"Pets come eat." She snapped her fingers.

Carl, having just dried the frying pan he used for breakfast, fell immediately to his knees. He crawled over and began to eat the oatmeal from the bowl without question.

Delia, was a different story. She slowly got on all fours and approached the bowl. She sat back on her heels and looked down at the mush in the bowl assigned to her. 

No spoon. No fruit. No honey. Nothing to make it more dignified to eat. Nothing to make it more tasty. It was just mush in a bowl for her. Her heart sank as she turned her head watching her husband bury his face in his bowl and gobble down the oatmeal. 

It was all over his face. He was eating it as hungrily as he would a steak or her pussy. Delia's stomach turned at the idea.

A hand was against the back of Delia's head, and quickly her face was shoved down into the bowl. The warm oatmeal began to overflow from the bowl, it climbed up her face and into her nose. Delia whined and struggled against the hand forcing her face into the bowl.

"Eat you worthless fuck slut." Janelle hissed.

Delia opened her mouth and it was filled with oatmeal. She sucked some in and swallowed it quickly. It was plain oatmeal. There wasn't even a flavor. She shuddered and tears began to roll down her face. It was so dehumanizing to eat out of a bowl on the floor and even more so as the woman pushed her head into it.

"That's a good girl." 

Janelle coaxed as she turned Delia's head to ensure she got the sides of the bowl. More of the oatmeal climbed up Delia's face. 

"You will learn to be obedient like the sissy. I will train you to be a good bitch in heat."

Delia sat back once Janelle's hand was removed from her head. She was gasping for breath, her face dripped oatmeal on her chest. Tears continued to slide down her face. How did it get like this? Was it all worth it?

"Come Sissy." Emmett snapped his fingers.

Delia turned and watched, as jealousy crept up inside her, while her husband happily crawled behind their Master. It was beginning to get on her nerves that Emmett was using her husband more than her. It was really started to piss her off that she was stuck with Janelle, and her husband got to serve their Master.

Delia was snapped from her jealous glaring by the feeling of a rough warm wash cloth on her face. Janelle was wiping the bit of oatmeal off her. It was a surprisingly caring act.

"Since the sissy will be bathing Emmett, that means we have time to clean your insides."

Delia's eyes widened. Clean her insides? What the hell did that mean? 

"They are in the Master bath. That means we will just have to use the hall bath. Come Didi. Come girl."

Janelle threw the washcloth on the counter and began to walk out of the kitchen. Delia slowly crawled behind her. She was terrified of this idea. She didn't trust Janelle. She had a feeling this was going to be terrible for her.

"Face on the tile, ass in the air Didi."

In the bathroom, Delia begrudgingly did what she was told. Her ass was sore from having just been fucked. She wasn't sure what this woman was going to do.

The bit of cool gel caused Delia to shiver. The narrow intruder was a surprise. She had no idea what Janelle was doing and she could only see her feet. It wasn't terribly uncomfortable, especially since she had just been fucked.

"Oooooooooooooohhhh." Delia groaned. 

Her muscles began to loosen. She wasn't sure she was going to be able to hold herself up. The warm liquid began to fill her bowels in a rush. Her body tingled all over as Janelle filled her with warm liquid. 

Delia had gotten an enema once her in her life. It was when she was constipated in her early twenties. This however, was much different. Her bowels filling with warm liquid caused her belly to distend slightly. Since she was not constipated, the liquid filled her painlessly.

It was so degrading to realize that she was getting wet from arousal as her insides were filled by the woman behind her. As the water rushed inside her and Delia groaned in enjoyment, She felt a short wide hardness against her clit.

Her legs were spread, leaving her sex open to Janelle. Janelle was using her foot to stimulate Delia's clit. 

"God you are disgusting." Janelle scolded. "You white twat is dripping while I clean you out."

Delia put her forehead against the tile and whined. It was true. She was so turned on whenever this couple did anything to her. She let out a loud squeal as she felt Janelle's toe slip inside the hole of her sex.

"So fucking wet you whore! You were just fucked and you want more don't you?"

"Yes Nubian Goddess." Delia panted as Janelle's toes wiggled within her. 

She had worked three of her toes inside Delia. She was pumping them in and out while Delia pushed back against them. 

"It's a good thing you are a black owned pet now then. You can get fucked over and over because we are gonna' breed that white womb. Maybe we should talk to our friend, and get you on those fertility drugs so you can have a litter of superior black babies."

Delia shuddered as another toe slipped inside her desperate hole. Her bowels were so full, it was getting somewhat painful, but she wanted more. She whined and moaned alternating between enjoying and hating the experience.

"I wonder if that useless fuckhole can take my entire foot. Let's try."

With a shove, Delia nearly fell forward. Her pussy stretched, straining against the size of Janelle's foot. Delia let out a loud scream and then the pop happened. All of Janelle's toes were up inside Delia and she was pushing back groaning, her clit on fire. She was so full. 

Janelle laughed and pumped her foot more. The way her toes wiggled, it tickled Delia's g-spot. Despite the pain and cramping from her full bowels, Delia felt an orgasm building. She was gasping for breath, desperate now. Delia was desperate for another orgasm at the hands of her owners.

To her shock, Janelle's foot was pulled from her sex abruptly. She felt the tube being removed from her ass and then something longer and thicker was forced in its place. The feeling of fullness continued and Delia exploded in orgasm. Her body twitching as she howled.

Janelle laughed as Delia trembled on the floor of the bathroom. Her bowels filled with liquid, a large anal plug inserted painfully, to keep the liquid inside her, and her pussy dripping cum.

"Shake your ass bitch."

Delia whimpering, coming down from the orgasm did as she was told. Something swished against the back of her legs and she heard Janelle laugh harder. She realized she had a tail. Like a true dog, Delia now had a tail and wore a collar and leash. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. What had she become for these people?

"Okay, you are going to hold this for a while. Up."

Delia, whimpering got up on all fours. The liquid inside her sloshed a bit and the cramping in her belly increased. 

Carl, dripping wet, came crawling into the room. Delia stared at him, he smelled of urine, and Delia began to gag. Carl was smiling proudly, happily. 

"Oh good!" 

Janelle slapped Delia's ass. 

"Move to let sissy in. He is in charge of bathing us. A true service slut."

Delia crawled to the side and Carl moved past her. He barely glanced at his wife. Delia, despite being completely disgusted by her gay, urine stinking, husband, felt her heart fall. He should still be concerned for her. However, he appeared to be indifferent to her, ignore her, he seemed to no longer care about her and what he had gotten her into.

Carl turned on the shower, tested the temperature, and then stood waiting for direction. Delia watched as she slipped the robe from Janelle's body, offered her support to enter into the shower, and then climbed in behind her. 

Delia was made to watch as her husband lovingly soaped up a loofa. He used to caress the woman's skin. She felt tears slide down her cheeks as he husband, lovingly, tenderly, cleaned every inch of the woman's body.

She had almost made peace with the idea that her husband was a faggot. She had almost made peace with the fact that her husband craved Emmett's big black cock as much as she had. However, watching him bathe another woman, tenderly, and with such affection, was almost too much for her to bear. 

Delia felt the tug of her leash from behind her. She had almost forgotten that she was wearing it. She turned, Emmett, fully dressed in a T-shirt and shorts was standing behind her holding the end of her leash. Delia's heart swooned. It was her turn to be with her Master.

He didn't say anything. He instead pulled her toward the master bedroom. Delia crawled along hopefully. Without even realizing it, Delia was wagging her new tail. Her bowled sloshed filled with liquid. It was painful, but she kept telling her it was worth it.

She felt it might be worth it to get some private time with her Master. It would be worth it for him to use her the way she had been imagining since the day she met him. Without all the others around them, she wanted him to make love to her. Maybe the game was all about show. 

The fleeting hopeful optimism was dashed when Delia entered into the bathroom following her Master. In the center of the glass enclosed shower was a bucket. 

"You will crouch over the bucket. I will remove your tail for now. We need you cleaned for tonight's activities."

Whimpering Delia nodded. "Yes Master."

He stroked her hair and then shoved her forward. Delia crawled into the shower and squatted over the bucket. She closed her eyes and the tears slid down her face again. She knew exactly what was going to happen. Her stomach was cramping terribly. 

It was like a dam burst when Emmett removed her plug. The soiled liquid spewed from her bowels at first without her control. It splashed into the bucket and up her legs as she blushed profusely. 

To her dismay, Emmett stood over her, with his arms crossed, monitoring her humiliation. She could not bring herself to look him in the eye as her bowels emptied into the bucket. 

The fear of what was going to happen with the contents of the bucket didn't fill Delia until she forced the last remaining contents of her bowels into it. She prayed to God that she would not be made to wear her own feces That would just be too much. 

To her thankful surprise, once she stopped dripping, Emmett took the bucket and dumped it into the toilet. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief. 

"Didi, all fours."

Delia did as she was instructed. Her ass felt so empty now that the plug was taken out. She watched as Emmett rinsed it in the sink. He then jerked her leash, without saying anything to her, and led her through the house. 

The sounds of ecstasy from the other bathroom didn't even phase Delia. Initially, she had been heartbroken to see Carl with Janelle. However, now that Delia was with her Master, Carl wasn't even a blip on her emotional radar. 

It didn't occur to her until she felt the grass under her palms and naked shins did Delia even realize that Emmett had taken her outside. Her heart quickened. It was nearly the afternoon. That would mean their neighbors would be out in their yards. This significantly increased her odds of being seen on a leash held by Emmett. 

She saw that Emmett was leading her to a large basin. He pointed to it without saying a word. Delia whimpered but did what she was told without hesitating. She had no idea what was in store for her but knew there was nothing she could do about it. 

Emmett brought a hose from around the house and was carrying a bottle of soap. Delia's heart flipped in terror when she realized what was about to happen. She screamed when the cold spray from the hose hit her body. It was like pure ice.

Emmett wet Delia down. He then took a rough sponge, filled with body wash, and began to soap up her body. He roughly ran the sponge over her arms, legs, and belly. She spread her legs and forced the sponge over her sex. 

His hands spread her folds and he squeezed her clit. Delia let out a guttural moan and did it again. Over and over he squeezed and rolled her slit. This caused her cold body to begin to heat up despite the temperate of the water he was using to bathe her. 

Emmett forced three fingers deep into her pussy. Delia shivered not from the cold this time but from being used by her Master. He pumped them in and out of her pussy, which was getting sore from all the stretching that was happening. 

The sponge then came down between her ass cheeks. Her sore asshole was the next to get filled. With his other hand he worked three fingers inside her asshole. She squealed and he laughed. 

Emmett would insert his fingers, four of them, deep into her pussy and withdraw the three from her ass. When he pushed the three in her ass, he would pull the four out of her pussy. He kept a thumb on her clit and press and rubbed it. 

Delia was groaning and moaning completely ignoring that she was in a basin in the backyard. She was focusing on the sensation. She was focusing on the use her Master was giving her. Her body so full, her body of use to him. She was savoring every second.

"You gonna' gape tonight Didi. We gonna' open up your little pet hole. It's mine. You're my pet."

"Yes Master, yours oh God, I am yours Master." She nodded and realized she wanted all of it. She wanted all he was offering her. She needed it. If it meant she got his cock, the world be damned, she was black owned. 

He removed his fingers from her holes and she immediately whined. It was like the world crashed back into focus when her stretched out holes were emptied. She blinked a few time and realized she was on all fours in a basin, covered in soap, being hosed down by her neighbor. She was wearing a collar and leash, and was a human pet. 

Before she could even think to react, the cold spray hit her sex and she screamed out loud. It was like a million needles of ice being pressed into her skin. He had it on jet, and he was hosing her pussy.

"Gotta have a clean white cunt."

Delia cried out louder. She shivering now. It was the cold. The sexiness of the moment was lost. It was gone immediately when the hose hit her. Tears welled up and fell down her face, mixing with the water in the basin. She was nothing more than an animal to this man.



Becoming Black Owned Pt. 07



Shivering, Delia was permitted to walk behind Emmett, holding her leash, back into the house. She felt defeated, broken. She was dreading that evening, dreading and a small hint of her, her submissive core, her slut core, was looking forward to it. That realization, knowing that she was changing, becoming what he wanted her to be, a depraved black cock hungry slut, filled her with shame.

Her head hung low, Delia slowly followed Emmett through the house. She didn't see Carl right away or Janelle. She wondered where they were. Carl led her to the room with the kennels, the cages, where she had spent her night. It was then she realized that she had only been awake for a few hours but she was already exhausted. As if sensing this Emmett gestured for her to return to her cage.

She whimpered. She didn't want to return to the cage. She didn't want to go back inside. He glared at her and then his large dark hand swatted at her ass cheek. The crack of his dark hand meeting her pale buttocks caused her to squeal. Further defeated, Delia got on her knees.

However, when she began to crawl into the cage, she discovered she couldn't. The slack on her leash was not enough for her to go far. She chocked a bit as the collar pressed hard against her throat. She turned and looked up at him confused. What was she to do?

Emmett merely smiled. He went toward the closet and pulled out a blanket. It looked similar to a moving blanket. He folded it a few times and placed it on top of her cage. He then gestured again. Furrowing her brow, thinking she understands, Delia rises up and sits on the blanket on the cage.

Emmett is quick. He snaps her collar down onto the cage after he pushes her chest. He pulls her ass down so that it's at the edge of the mouth of the cage. He fits her wrists and her ankles with cuffs and attaches them to the cage. Delia's arms are at her sides, but fastened to the cage with little gold locks. Her ankles are spread apart and attached to the bottom of the cage. Her neck is attached to the top of the cage. She could move is she wanted to, but the cage would move with her. 

Emmett smiled down at her. He left the room briefly, leaving her tied down and spread. She was used to this position for him. He enjoyed having access to her holes. Despite herself, Delia was getting wet again. She couldn't believe that this position, after all the treatment, still aroused her. It was mortifying.

Emmett returned with some brown rope. Delia was confused. She was already bound, what was he going to do with that narrow, rough, scratchy looking rope? Working fast, he began to coil it around one breast and then the other. The pressure built quickly. Delia winced when she felt the harshness of the rope.

Soon her breasts stood, two large balls of flesh, tied at the base with coiled rope, on my chest, my pierced nipples straight up toward the sky. He smiled at me and ran his hands over my breasts. I realized they felt fuller, they felt heavy, and they were much more sensitive. I moaned as he barely grazed my skin. 

"I can't wait to suck the milk from these when you're bred." He whispers. "You gonna' be a fat little hu-cow. You will leak and be milked daily."

She whimpered. She wanted to protest. She wanted to scream, no, never. The idea of him drinking her milk causes her heart to flutter. She says the only thing that she is allowed to say.

"Yes Master."

His fingers find her nipples, fighting to be erect. The sensitivity of them being pierced has increased and her guttural groan is deep. Her sex tingles, swells, grows moist and begins to ache as if she hadn't been touched in ages instead of minutes. 

He flicked the rings decorating her pink nipples, hardened into pearls and she sucks in her bottom lip. His touch could be so erotic, so intoxicating. She could lose herself in it; she found she was craving it, his touch, and his use. No matter how depraved, how humiliating, how embarrassing she wanted it, she needed it. Delia balled her fists at the side of her body as he teased one nipple and then the other.

"Didi the human cow leaking milk for all the black men in town to drink while she carries a womb filled with black babies." 

It was as though Emmett were saying it to himself and not her. Her body zinged as he pulled and pinched her nipples. Her mind swimming as if drunk on his power, his dominance, his control of her and she couldn't believe she said it when it came out.

"Yes Master, superior black men, superior black babies." It was as if she was channeling Carl. Did she really believe that?

She heard him chuckle. "Good Didi. Good pet. You are learning."

Her body hummed as he praised her. She looked down, to watch his hands and was startled to see that her breasts had begun to change colors. They were a deep red; the rope must be cutting off circulation. She whimpered, concerned for her body. Emmett ignored her and continued to toy with her sensitive nipples. 

"My Lord," Carl appeared in the doorway with Janelle behind him.

Carl stood, naked, clean shaven, with his face glistening. He still stunk of urine but his body was dry. Emmett turned with a hand petting and stroking Delia's ball of bound breast flesh.

"Yes Sissy?"

"My Nubian Goddess wishes me to be dressed and instructed me to ask for my proper under garments my Lord."

Emmett smiled as his hand fell from Delia. Immediately she is disappointed. It was a rare tender moment, or well the closest to tender she had ever experienced with Emmett, him stroking her breasts and talking to just her. She was really starting to resent Carl, to resent any time he got with their Master.

Janelle entered the room and snickered down at Delia. She squatted down by the cage and her hands cupped Delia's bound breasts roughly. Delia winched and let out a whine. Janelle, Delia was learning, was always much more rough and cruel with her. Janelle's fingers dug into her bound, sensitive, now purple breasts, molding, kneading the flesh as she watched Emmett and Carl.

Emmett went to the closet of the room and came out with something in his hand. It was something that Delia had never seen before. It was a clear plastic mold of something. Delia didn't truly understand what was going on.

"Up sissy."

Carl rose to his feet and hung his head as if embarrassed to be standing. Emmett squatted down and was now eye level with Carl's crotch. Delia was conflicted. It was not the image she was used to seeing, Emmett lower than her husband. It was uncomfortable, and it appeared to be uncomfortable for Carl who was fidgeting.

Sharp pain filled Delia's nipple and worked through her body, down to her pulsing clit. She let out a yelp as Janelle pinched her pierced nipples hard. Janelle giggled as if she were just trying to remind Delia that she was present.

"Sissy, there will be lots of black cocks over tonight. We cannot have you lose focus. You are our service sissy."

"Yes my Lord, always yours, my Lord."

"Yes sissy," Emmett chuckled, "but since you can't seem to control your little dicklette I am going to do it for you."

"Thank you my Lord, I relish all the control you take. I am such an inferior creature my Lord, please impose your will, please show me how superior you are in every way my Lord."

"This is a chastity device sissy. This will keep your dicklette under control. No hard-ons, no relief unless I grant it sissy."

"Oh thank you my Lord. Thank you for controlling my sissy dicklette my Lord, your dicklette."

Emmett chuckled and rose to his feet. He took his left hand, palm down, and motioned for Carl to get down. Immediately, relief washed over Carl's face, and he fell to his knees smiling. His eyes went down his naked body, Delia's followed, and the two stared at the plastic encased white limp dick.

"The hormones you are getting, they will help your dicklette become the useless piece of flesh you are. It will shrink and your ability to maintain an erection will be worse than it is now sissy."

"Thank you my Lord."

Delia couldn't believe her ears. Her husband was thanking him? His erection problems had been a sore spot in their marriage for years. It had been the sole reason they were in this position. Why would he thank him for that? 

"You will only be granted orgasm, release, from anal stimulation; we will work your prostate sissy."

"Oh my Lord!" Carl began to blubber; tears fell down his face, "Thank you my Lord!"

Emmett and Janelle laughed at that moment. "Yes sissy, you are a good pet to thank me. You will be a true white sissy bitch boi, we will milk your prostate when we see fit. Your only release will be when we, all black men, and some black women with strap-ons, fuck that sweet boicunt."

"Thank you my Lord." Was all Carl could muster?

The shame filled Delia again. Her nipples on fire, her breasts felt so heavy. Janelle was idly stroking her nipples with her long sharp fingernails. Each pass of her nail caused Delia's pussy to ache, to twitch, and to beg to be touched. The smell of her arousal was filling the room. 

All the while, her husband just had his cock locked up. He just was told that his cock would become even less useful than it was before. It was going to shrink! God! What had Delia married? She was such a fool. Her faggot husband was practically a woman, a sissy, a true sissy. 

Emmett turned around and eyed Janelle, "These two have had a full morning my sweet. Let's let them rest, they have a long night ahead of them. Besides, I am craving some sweet black pussy."

Janelle smiled and leaned down so her lips were against Delia's ear. "You hear that white bitch." She whispered. "He wants black pussy, he craves it. You are nothing more than a hole to fill when I ain't around. Never forget your worthless white place cum bucket."

She roughly slapped Delia's breasts three times each. Delia tried to jerk, but only caused the cage to bounce as she screamed. Her breasts so full and sensitive from the binding were now pulsing in pain. Janelle laughed as she rose to her feet. She walked across the room and took Emmett's outstretched hand.

They shared a passionate, lust filled kiss. It was long, loving. Emmett's hands slid all over her body until they settled on her ample ass. He dug his fingers in and pulled up, pulling Janelle up on her toes. He had a good grip on her round plush rump. 

Delia filled with jealousy. Her Master should be kissing her that way. He should be using her for his pleasure. That was her purpose, to meet his sexual needs. Her body ached for him. She hated Janelle more now, knowing she got the tender side of Emmett that Delia would never get. She would never get it because she was white.

"Sissy, untie the white cunt's breasts. We will need them later."

"Yes my Lord."

Quickly Carl crawled over to Delia. His fingers pulled roughly and unceremoniously at her bounds. Delia groaned, and frowned in disappointment. She had enjoyed the idea that her body was on display, was presented the way Emmett had wanted.

A loud moan came from the black couple, very much in love, in the doorway. Delia closed her eyes. She didn't want to see it. They walked out of the room and shut the door. 

Once her breasts were free, Carl returned to his open cage. He curled up into a naked ball. Delia was still attached to the cage. She was spread open, comfortably for the first time since meeting Emmett. Soon the steady breathing of her husband sleeping filled her ears. She wondered how he could be so content this way. 

She was tired too. It had been a long morning. It had been filled with orgasms, with training, with abuse, and wish use. She could use a nap herself. Before Delia realized, her eyes had closed and she fell into the darkness of her own dreamless sleep.



Becoming Black Owned Pt. 08



Shaking. She was being shaken. Nothing was touching her. Delia's eyes fluttered open. How long had she been asleep? She shook her head. It wasn't she that was being shaken it was the cage she was affixed to, and atop. 

"Wha?" She asked. Her eyes beginning to focus. 

Carl was kneeling, naked, beside her cage and lightly tapping it.

"Awaken my beautiful slut wife." He said in a whisper. "The guests are arriving."

"Don't speak to me!" Delia snapped.

It was one thing for their owners to call her a slut; it was another for her weakling husband to address her that way as well. She scowled down at him while he frowned and looked away. 

There was a twinge of something in her chest, an emotion. She wasn't quite sure she could identify it. There were so many emotions swirling in her now when she looked at Carl: regret, pain, shame, jealousy, blame. She felt them all at once when she looked at him. It seemed the positive feelings were gone. 

That moment, tied to a cage, spread for their lover, their owner, she realized she no longer loved Carl. She practically loathed him. She should have felt sad with this realization but she didn't. 

Delia turned her head and looked to the ceiling. The voices were coming from the other room. She tried to identify them. She heard their Master, she head the Nubian Goddess, and others. She didn't know them. 

Her belly fluttered with anticipation. Fear, excitement, and arousal mixed with shame and guilt. She could run the gamut of emotions in two seconds being the presence of her Mater. That was the power he had over her. She just had to accept it, accept his power, and accept her place. 

Carl had moved away from her cage. He was kneeling nude by the door. The voices grew louder and soon it opened. Janelle had a large smile on her face, she was dressed in a beautiful purple sundress, swirled with white and black accents. She stroked Carls hair as he greeted her by kissing her toes poking from her strappy sandals.

It was all Delia could see: her husband pale ass in the air as he kissed the woman. Her stomach turned. He was a despicable man. 

"It's time to let the pets come out and play." Janelle mused as Carl lowered his chest and was gone out the door.

Janelle approached the cage, her long finger nail tracing over Delia's pale skin, stretched taunt as she was positioned over the cage. Janelle's head tilted to the side when her nail crossed over Delia's nipple, which instantly tightened.

"White cunt, who do you serve?" She asked in the sweetest of tones.

"You my Nubian Goddess and my Master." Delia responded immediately without thinking. Her face turning pink and her sex already growing warm from the woman's presence.

"What are you?"

Delia lowered her eyes and turned her head. This was something she wasn't ready to admit to. They had told her this numerous times. She just wasn't ready, they couldn't make her say it.

Janelle's gripped Delia's face, forcing her head toward her. Janelle's expression was hard, her eyes cold "Pet." She hissed squeezing Delia's cheeks.

"A white womb for you to fill with superior black babies." Delia's body began to shake as she admitted it. Tears immediately began to flow down her cheeks. She met Janelle's dark eyes with her own lighter ones. The shame of the admission, her purpose, her life, everything was summed up in that sentence and it was almost more than she could bare.

Delia couldn't see her do it, the only reason she knew it was happening was the clipping sounds. She was being released from the cage. Janelle produced a leash from behind her back and clipped it to the collar Delia wore. She stepped back, offering Delia length.

Delia sat up on the cage at first but climbed down and immediately took her place upon her knees. Janelle did nothing more than smile toward her smugly before she turned and tugged the leash. Delia lowered her body, on all fours she would crawl behind the woman dressed in a sensible summer dress while she herself was nude.

The hall never felt so long. Delia lowered her head as she crawled slowly behind Janelle. She could hear the party music, she could hear the conversations. She could hear the laughs she assumed were directed at her husband. She was dreading being a part of this scene and yet, her lower lips were swollen and warm, pulsing with desire. She was truly becoming a mindless slut like they wanted her to be. Another blush ran the length of her body stopping at her face turning her cheeks crimson.

Janelle led Delia into the living room. She was positioned kneeling, thighs spread with her hands upon them on the coffee table. She was instructed with gestures to have her back straight, her shoulders back, and her chin high. Her leash hung between her breasts and the handle was below her swollen sex. Her wrists and ankles remained adorned with the cuffs.

Looking around, Delia noted there were about eight men attending the party and about four women, beside the couple who had come to claim her. Delia watched her naked husband happily maneuver his way through the crowd, apparently permitted to stand upright, as her served the guests food and drink.

Delia cringed each time her husband's flaccid, caged, limp, cock was flicked by another and he would gleefully laugh. A few times he proudly proclaimed "I am a black owned sissy. There is no need for my dicklette. It is to be kept caged so I am focused on your needs, the needs of the superior black race."

The guests would look upon Delia as if she were a exhibit at museum. A few would reach out and cup her breasts, pinch her nipples, comment to one another about her reactivity. None would speak to her directly. Rather she felt she was displayed for inspection.

Janelle approached, about an hour into the party, with a large black woman wearing her hair in short dread locks. The two carried glasses of red wine in one hand. "You see them hips she got. She gonna' carry many babies." The larger woman said sipping her wine.

"I know, Emmett can't wait. He is hoping for twins." Janelle squealed in pride.

"Mmmm hmm," the larger woman said reaching her hand out and running it over Delia's belly, "she be right and fat with twins."

"Oh yes, she will be fattened right up." Janelle commented joining the woman's hand.

Delia lowered her eyes and her chin, not having the courage to hold her head up while the women discussed her like she were heffer.

Her cheek immediately stung and her head turned to the side with force that nearly knocked her off the table.

"Breeding bitch don't break pose!" Janelle hissed, she had just slapped Delia.

Delia, frantically, resumed her position, keeping her eyes down.

"Disobedient little twat isn't she?" the larger woman commented.

"Still in training." Janelle's eyes hardened on Delia as she crossed her arms. "In need of punishment I believe."

"You send her to me for a weekend, I assure you, she be the most obedient white cunt you ever did see."

Delia's heart began to pound. The deal was she was to serve her Master. Janelle was just, she was a curve ball. Delia had agreed to it because it would please her Master. This woman. This large woman, Delia hadn't known her. Surely they wouldn't.

"Cunt, put your chest down, show Ms. Celia your breeding hole." Janelle said sweetly.

Delia hesitated a second and it earned her another slap. Her eyes scanned the room for her Master. He should save her. She was his. He should be the one commanding her. Not this woman. Her cheek burned from the slap and soon she got another one on the other side. It stung and tears formed in her eyes.

She slowly turned her body. Lowering her chest to the table, she raised her ass in the air. Her knees were pared to the corners of the table, and she was displayed, as a hole, nothing more. 

"So wet." The larger woman's voice filled Delia's ears just as she felt something, she hoped a finger push aside her plump outer lips, and grazing the silken, more sensitive inner ones.

"That's the thing about these white sluts." Janelle's voice began. "It's all they do. They drip for black power. I mean look at this."

Delia groaned and then squeaked when she felt fingers pinch around her outer lips and pull them apart. Her face beat red she lowered her forehead to the table. She couldn't stand it. Not only was she presented to these guests as nothing but a breed mare, she was now being spread open by one woman for the inspection of another.

Her heart thudded against her sternum and her sex pulsed in need. She was so ashamed. How did this happen? How had she let that bastard sissy talk her into this?

"No no pet." Her Master's deep baritone voice was in her ear just as a slim long finger slipped inside her and she gasped.

Delia turned her head and opened her eyes finding her Master had crouched by her head and was stroking her hair. "Look at my guests. Look who will seed you. Look who you will be pleasing like a good white breed whore. Do not look away. This is your purpose." His words were so tender as he stroked her hair.

She found herself smiling. Delia was smiling while one woman was spreading her cunt open and the other was pumping her with two fingers. She moaned. She couldn't help it. The woman was rubbing along the deep nerve bundle within her stroking a flame of arousal that seemed to never be extinguished when her Master was around. 'Yesssssss Master." She couldn't help but coo.

Her vision was filled with her Master as she smiled his teeth so white against his black skin. She shudders as the woman worked a third finger inside her. "She be sopping wet! Gonna' need big ole' cocks." A voice, she couldn't even identify who it belonged to, exclaimed behind her and was followed by laughs and cheers.

As she was beginning to lose herself in the bliss of being used for her Master's pleasure, he moved aside. "Look pet, sissy happily serves without shame."

Delia went stiff. Her husband, the man she married, the "man" who was supposed to protect her knelt between the legs of a tall athletic black man, his head bobbing up and down over the man's crotch. Emmett laughed in her ear as he entwined his fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck. He yanked hard controlling where she looked. She couldn't look away.

"See that is a black owned sissy. That is what you married. That is who gave you to me. That," he gestured toward Carl, happily sucking the cock of a black man, "you gave power to. Do you see why you are like this cunt? Do you see why you are a worthless white breed whore?" 

"Yes Master." Delia was filled with shame again, which was driving her arousal through the roof. What was wrong with her? Why was she like this? Was she truly meant to be nothing but a slave to the whole black race?

Emmett laughed loud and released Delia's hair. She kept her eyes on her husband. Hate filling her heart. Until she was suddenly being filled and stretched. "GAH!" she cried out and tried to look behind her, but couldn't see. 

The large erection began to pump in and out of her. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She had no idea who was taking her and it was turning her on to no end. The thrusts were hard and brutal. She could feel the crown of his cock pounding against the mouth of her womb. It was so much longer than Carl's. 

She heard a high five over her head and hands slid under her armpits. She was lifted to being on all fours. A wall of dark flesh filled her vision and before she could look or say anything her mouth was filled with a half erect cock. She began to suck it immediately. Her tongue swirling around the cock as it would grow in her mouth. Soon filling her throat and blocking her airway.

The motion of the person behind her would push her body, her face, forward onto the cock in her mouth. Soon the one inside her cunt would swell. She felt the sprays hit her walls in spurts and she knew he was cumming inside her, filling her with black sperm. She twitched and groaned at the idea.

The man before her moved and she got a clear shot of her husband once more. His face was now buried between Janelle's spread thighs, her dress pulled up. He was lavishing her pretty black push with attention. Jealousy raged in her as she was stabbed once more from behind.

Large calloused hands gripped her hips and pulled her back. Another man began thrusting into her opening. Filling her once more. He was thicker but not as long as the one who had just taken her. The room began to smell of sex. The man who had been in her mouth surprisingly was not the man who was fucking her. 

She watched as she sidled up behind her husband. Stroking his glistening cock, he squirted something from a tube and then grabbed Carl's hips. Delia wanted to cry out for him to stop. She wasn't sure. Perhaps the last bit of pride in her husband? But all that came from her was a hedonistic moan when the man inside her gripped her hair and yanked her head back while he bucked deeper and harder into her.

She watched the man, she had just sucked, take her husband. His dark powerful body holding her husband's. She watched the way his tight ass clenched when he forced his long, thick erection into her husband's ass. Disgust and passion filled Delia.

She was so confused. How could this all be happening? Her husband's pleasure filled moans filled her ears. She hated that she could hear him enjoy being fucked by a man while she was fucked by an anonymous man. She hoped it was Emmett. Emmett owned her. Emmett should be filling her. "Emmett." She head herself whisper as her body bounced back and forth another man drilling into her.

Cum was leaking down her leg by the time the fourth man took her. She was dizzy, she was drowning in submission. She watched each man go to her husband first. She watched each man have Carl suck him hard before she assumed he would take a whack at fucking Delia. Delia lost count of the amount of orgasms she had at the hands of the men.

The woman of the party took turns seating themselves, spread eagle before Carl. Carl licked them to orgasms over and over. He himself groaned in delight when the men would take him. Some would fuck his ass before they got to Delia. However, if any man came, it was always inside Delia. She lost could of how many times she came and how many loads of black jizz sprayed within her.

She was positioned so that she had full view of her husband's submission. Sometimes, a woman or a man would approach her while waiting for their turn. They would tweak her nipples, pull at her clit. Some men couldn't wait for Carl to finish and would use Delia's mouth to get them hard again and again. 

Delia was exhausted when the night finally ended. She was laying on her back on the coffee table. Her legs limply spread wide open. Cum oozing out of her. She could barely keep her eyes open when the door closed and the last guest had left. They had left her alone for an hour to "marinate" as Janelle had put it. 

Carl was between her legs scooping the oozing seed leaking from her and fingering it back inside. Delia was sore and each time her husband's finger went into her it hurt. She winced and it kept her from passing out from use. 

With two loud sighs Delia heard Emmett and Janelle collapse on the couch behind Carl. Delia raised her head to watch them snuggle one another. She wanted words of praise. She found herself craving their approval. 

"Sissy you did well." Emmett reached down and pushed Carl's head forward. "White cunt has so much seed in her. It won't hurt if you taste some. You earned it." He laughed.

Delia wanted to cry when she felt her husband's tongue on her. She detested him. She cringed at the feeling of him licking her. Her sore cunt was so sensitive. Her clit throbbed when it pressed his tongue against her lapping at the cum more than trying to please her.

"Master please," Delia heard herself beg, "please don't allow him..." she trailed off.

Janelle raised an eyebrow and leaned forward. "Allow him what?"

"Please don't let hiiimm... ooohhh," Carl hit a particularly sensitive spot as his tongue swirled circles around Delia's clit.

"Oh you white bitch, we offer you this gift of your husband, the man you committed your life to, your life partner, we offer him to you and you have the nerve to say no?" Janelle shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. "You ungrateful white twat."

Emmett just laughed behind her as her began to rub her shoulders. The way he doted on Janelle reminded Delia what she was. She was nothing but a womb to him. And it filled her with so much embarrassment that she had lowered herself to being this for him.

"Nubian Goddess-" she began.

"No! Don't you dare." Janelle raised her index finger. "You are nothing but an ungrateful hoe! We do all this for you! For you to get superior black babies in your womb! To give you purpose and you say no? You you you." Janelle growled "I can't even think straight."

Emmett pulled her back in his lap and snuggled Janelle. Carl continued to lap at Delia as if completely unaware of the conversation about him. Delia arched her back "Oh God!" she cried as her husband began sucking on her swollen clit and pushing two fingers in and out of her well fucked walls. He knew how to get her off. He knew what she liked and now he was exploiting her, knowing she didn't want an orgasm from his hand. 

"Now, now baby. She just thinks sissy is below her. We will teach her don't worry. She is our little hu-cow. She is ours baby. Don't worry. Watch," Emmett looked Delia right in the eye. "Cum hu-cow. Cum for your master while the sissy licks you. Give him a reward for being a good black owned cock boi."

And she did. It was the most powerful one of the night. It was a gift from her Master and she couldn't do anything but obey. Her body shook and her eyes rolled back in her head. The blissful orgasm of a black owned white womb washed over her. Delia couldn't fight it anymore. She was a breeding white womb for this black couple.