25 comments/ 344616 views/ 39 favorites Fiancé's Slut Ch. 01 By: Dirty Slut I’ve been getting a lot of requests lately for an erotic story that really happened to me. And as truth is stranger than fiction, and though the names have been change to protect the guilty, here’s one of my real adventures. DS Standing in the lobby of the Regency Hotel in a sexy dinner dress with every male head turned my way as my fiancé, and I waited for his friend Harry to join us gave me time for reflection. Every woman likes to be appreciated, fawned over, even dare I say it; Adored. And in that regard I’m no different than any other woman that I know. So when my adoring husband-to-be asked me to spend an evening with him, and an old college friend of his I immediately agreed. And then he dropped the bomb. “Hold on there baby,” he chuckled, “you may change your mind once I tell you what a ladies man Harry is.” “Ladies man?” “Well, pussy hound actually. You see I’ve been telling him over the Internet what a gorgeous piece of ass you are…” “You what?” I gasped. “Did you send him pictures too, Jim?” “Not at first, no, but recently, well…” “What picture?” And I was tapping my right shoe toe with my arms across my chest. “Well actually, more than just one. I couldn’t help it Chrissie, I’m just so damn proud of you…” “You’d better show me.” I insisted. The pictures he’d shown his friend weren’t really all that bad. In fact they were very flattering, even if a little on the bawdy side. Nothing naked mind you, a few shots of me on the beach in my thong bikini, and a couple with me getting ready for a night out on the town with Jim. You know the kind, with me in bra, panties, and garter belt with smoky black nylons, that sort of thing. “You better hope these pictures don’t go out all over the net,” but I giggled saying that. “Why not? You look great!” “Yeah, my mom, and dad think so too. But just out of curiosity what did your friend Harry think of them?” “He said he jerked off all over several copies that he’d made of them. Which is what I wanted to talk to you about.” “Oh?” “He wants to fuck you.” And the tone in Jim’s voice said he was all for it. The entire world stopped turning right then. Birds stopped, frozen in flight, and the coffee cup in my hand suddenly weighed a ton. I just couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. My own fiancé, the man I was about to marry for life, had just asked me if I wanted to fuck his friend. Or had he? “From your tone of voice it sounds to me like you want him to fuck me.” I replied, just barely managing not to drop my cup of coffee as the world started to turn once again. “Well, it’s just that after you told me about how hot you use to get with your black boy friend…” “Harry’s Black?” I instantly perked up. “Oh, I thought I told you that.” “No, you left that part out,” I said dryly, “and if I’d have known you were going to go crazy about it, I’d have never told you about Pete in the first place.” Truth was, though Pete had become my boyfriend, we had never gotten around to having sex. His unit got called up, and Pete died in a far off country. “I get a hard on every time I think about it, baby. And as I remember it, your pussy wet half the bed linen talking about it.” “So you thought you’d pimp me out?” My voice was starting to rise in volume. “No, no, nothing like that Chrissie,” he backed right down. “Then what?” “We aren’t married yet,” I could actually see his mind working through his facial expressions as he spoke, “and I thought that maybe you would like to meet Harry, and if things click between you two, then I’d be more than willing to share you with him. That’s all.” “I don’t suppose you have any pictures of him, do you?” Jim immediately produced a jpeg of his friend Harry that showed a very dark hunk of a man in a business suit. Kinky hair cut close to the scalp, a small well trimmed mustache, and goatee, and if those were muscles bulging under that blue suit I was already hooked. “You aren’t afraid that I might like him too much?” I inquired, turning away so that he wouldn’t see what I already thought of his idea. “You love me enough to marry me Chrissie, that’s good enough for me. To me sex and love are two different things. And what I’m talking about here is just sex. With you as the center piece in this little get together.” “But what would you think of me?” I had to ask. “I’d think the same thing I thought the day that I proposed to you, and you said yes,” he replied. “That I’m the luckiest man in the world.” Oh I let him go on about it for most of the day before I reluctantly agreed, of course, but I knew then that I was more than willing to give this a try. That is if Harry, and I really clicked when we met. And upon further reflection I too realized what a lucky woman I had become falling in love with such a sharing man like my man Jim. After all, if he was willing to share his fiancé, just think how willing he would be to share his wife once we were married. Not that Jim wasn’t fantastic as a lover himself, he is, and I would have been happy living in monogamy with him for the rest of our lives, but I sure wasn’t going to turn down such a wonderful gift as this. We made love with reckless abandonment that night. I even let him take me in the ass for the first time as a way of sealing our bargain. No little task as Jim is well hung, but then I wasn’t an anal virgin either, and I loved every second of it. Under the right circumstances all of us woman are sluts, even more so when making love to our soul mates. We can be as vulgar as sailors, and wallow in the mud like pigs when elevated to an orgasmic state of passion. And all that night, and late into the next morning I fucked Jim’s brains out at every turn as we discussed his idea of sharing his white wife with a strange black man in the filthiest of terms. “Wait until Harry meets my favorite slut,” he said as he ate, and I served brunch both of us naked, “he’ll be envious for life.” “I haven’t even fucked the man, and already I’ve been lowered to the status of favorite slut?” “You bet your sweet ass,” and he grabbed a hand full of my naked buttocks to emphasize the point, “you are.” “I suppose you’ll want me to dress up all slutty for your friend too?” “That would be nice, but if you only wore a T-shirt I’m sure he’d be impressed as all hell. I know I always am.” “Oh no, you don’t get off that easily,” and I slapped his hand away playfully, “I’m going to really do myself up for this. And you’re going to help me.” “How am I going to help?” “You are going to take me to the beauty parlor to get my hair done, and my legs waxed. You’re going to pick out the clothes that your fiancé slut is going to wear the night she is going to fuck your friend. You are going to shave under my arms, and my pubic thatch around my slit for him, paint my nails for him, and anything else I can come up with for the man you are sharing your future wife with. And do you want to know why you are going to do all of this?” “Yes,” he squeaked out, and I noticed that he was getting hard all over again. “Because I want to make sure right up to the very last second that this is what you really want is to become a cuckold. Because if we go through with this, we go through this together.” His answer was to pull me down so that I was straddling his lap, and his cock slipped gently into my already cum soaked slit. Once again we were riding on the wings of our imaginations as we fucked like minks there in the kitchen. This was by no means love making, just pure uncontrollable sex. And to make things perfect I had Jim eat me out after he pumped his morning load of cum into me this time. Then when he was through I said; “Make the arrangements. If we click, I’ll let the two of you fuck my brains out.” As it turned out Harry was going to be in a city nearby us on business two weeks later for the entire week. If we could manage to meet him for dinner some time during the week to get acquainted he’d gladly spend the weekend before going home over at our place. I agreed, and proposed that we meet on Wednesday at his hotel lobby for dinner around seven, and had Jim find out which hotel he was going to be staying at. Then once I found out that it was the Regency I called them up, and made our own reservations without telling Jim. Then I called Jim’s secretary, and had her clear his schedule for Thursday, and Friday of that week. On the Monday that Harry arrived for his week nearby, I had Jim take me out to the mall to shop for what I would wear for our dinner meeting. In the end we both agreed that since this would be a formal dining experience that I should at least be in something fashionable, and not entirely sleazy, undergarments to the contrary, of course. So when he picked out a simple backless black dress with a relatively short skirt to it, I applauded his choice. I wouldn’t need a bra, and the front above the bosom that strapped around my neck was see-thru nylon, and the hem barely rode up in back when I sat down. From the waist up the dress was snug, but not uncomfortably so, and the skirt fit loosely below the hips for easy walking, and would not show that I was wearing a garter belt to hold up my hosiery. We both also agreed on the black leather ankle strapped high heels, and matching hand purse. Then we set off for Victoria’s Secret to purchase my undergarments. I had a great deal of fun watching Jim blush, and stutter through our purchases. And the look on his face when the sales clerk held up the see-thru black nylon thong for a price check had more than a few customers chortling at his expense. Which was just what the doctor ordered as far as I was concerned. After all, this was his idea in the first place. And when we returned home Jim nearly raped me before I could put my new things down. Tuesday Jim took me to get my hair done, and I made him sit there in the parlor watching as my hair stylist fawned over me, and the other ladies gossiped candidly all around him. At every chance I had I made Jim make the choices; what shampoo, how should my hair be cut, what conditioner to use, should I leave my hair its natural reddish blond color, or go for something new? In the end I had a facial, a bikini wax, my hair was washed, and the frizzy ends only were cut away. We left with my hair down to my hips still, but now dazzling, and shimmering down my back like a cascading fiery waterfalls. Once we got home I had Jim draw me a scented bubble bath. Then while I soaked in the tub I had him give me a pedicure under my strict guidance, and when that was complete I had him shave all of the hair away in my arm pits, and around my slit, then he shaped my orange pubic rug into a small fluffy thick sharp arrowhead pointing at my clit. It made a vulgar display I’ll grant you, but the point was that Jim followed every one of my directions without complaint, or regret, and with the full knowledge that he wasn’t doing this for his own pleasure, but for that of another man. Another man who was in all probability going to have intercourse with his fiancé after seeing her for the very first time. I rinsed off with the shower nozzle, then stepped out of the tub to let Jim dry me off. “Easy baby,” I reprimanded when he started getting rough with the towel between my legs, “for that you get no sex tonight.” “What?” “You want to be primed, and ready for tomorrow, don’t you?” I inquired. “I thought we were just meeting him for dinner to get acquainted tomorrow Chrissie.” “We are, but like I said, if we click…” “I see. And I’ll know that, how?” “Hmm, that’s a tough one,” I said thinking out loud. “But if you catch me fondling him that would be a sure sign that we’ve clicked, wouldn’t it?” “Depends on what part of him your fondling, doesn’t it?” “Exactly.” I replied. “But tonight we get a good night’s sleep. Then while you’re at work tomorrow, I’ll take the day getting the house ready, then freshen up just before you get home. That way you can get me gussied up to meet Harry just before we leave.” I don’t know about Jim, but I slept like a rock with the most erotic dreams about cocks of every size and color taking me in every hole I owned, and in every position possible, and a few that weren’t possible. The weird thing was, was that none of those cocks in my dreams belonged to Jim as far as I can remember. However the cock I sucked on the drive to the Regency did belong to Jim, and that’s all that really counts. “He’s on his way down,” Jim informed me after I freshened up my makeup in the hotel’s powder room. Even if I did have to admit it to myself, my reflection in the mirror of the ladies room was really hot. Jim had outdone himself in getting me ready to meet his friend Harry all right. I looked better than any of the high-class escorts milling about in the lobby waiting with dulled expressions for their dates. And I was undoubtedly much more excited than any of them when I first caught sight of Harry as he exited the elevator. At 5’5” in my high heels Harry was almost a full head taller than I am, and a couple of inches taller than Jim. And there was no doubt that those were rippling muscles under that crisp navy blue suit now. I almost wet myself when after putting out my hand as Jim introduced us, Harry’s bear claw like hand took mine, and brought it to his lips to kiss gently in the European style of meeting royalty. And the way he held himself, and took my arm in his leading the way out was as regal, and arrogant as a lion king. So swept up was I in Harry’s charm that I forgot all about the man who had brought me to this dance until he gathered up my other arm in his once we got outside. “So where are we going to eat?” Harry inquired, the sound of his voice like distant rolling thunder. “J. J. Garlic’s,” I replied as Harry led us to a waiting limousine. “It’s a gourmand restaurant. I made the reservations there for us two weeks ago for tonight.” “What an excellent choice,” Harry agreed as the limo pulled away with us in it, “and since you took care of the reservations I must insist on paying for the dinner.” “You think the company will reimburse you for something like this Harry?” Jim asked. “Most certainly,” Harry chuckled, “seeing as how my father owns the company that I work for after all.” “That explains a lot,” Jim laughed opening up the bottle of champagne that was sitting in a bucket of ice between us, but next to him. Somehow I had ended up sitting next to Harry instead of next to my fiancé, but I could see that Jim didn’t mind at all. Jim poured three flukes of wine, and passed one to me, then another to Harry before proposing a toast. “To close friends, and hopeful lovers!” “To close friends, and lovers!” Harry, and I replied together. Our reservations were set for eight o’clock, so once we arrived Harry told them that we would be in their cocktail lounge waiting for our table. As it turned out there was a three-piece combo playing blue’s tunes in the lounge, and once we ordered our drinks Harry asked me to dance with him. I looked to Jim for his permission, and when he nodded his agreement I followed Harry hand in hand out to the congested dance floor. We arrived just in time for a slow number, and I eased myself into Harry to follow his lead. As good, and gentle a dancer as he was the granite hard muscles of the man nearly had me melting down as I quivered with rampant excitement in his embrace. So enraptured with his presence was I, and engulfed in the heady aroma of his masculine cologne that I almost missed what he said as I floated around the dance floor with him. “Jim tells me that you had a black boyfriend before he met you. Is that true?” “I met him just after I graduated from high school, I replied, and just before he went into the service, and I went off to college. His name was Pete, and my parents hated that I adored him. Oh not so much because he was black really, but that he was going to make the military a career. Their fears were justified, I suppose, when he died on a distant battlefield before we had the opportunity to do any real harm to each other in our relationship. We were going to get married when he came home.” “So you never had a chance to be intimate with him then?” “No, not really, unless you count us groping at each other in his car in my parents driveway being intimate. Pete was a complete gentleman in every respect. In fact you remind me a lot of him.” I finished just as that song ended, and another one began. “Oh? How so?” “He was almost as tall as you, and worked out every day to the point of exhaustion in preparation for going overseas. And when I danced with him he too pressed his growing erection against my belly when we danced.” “Did he hold onto your buttocks like this?” I swear his hands took hold of my rump as if cradling a mere child then. It was just like Pete use to do when we danced like this, and my right hand instinctively grabbed hold of Harry’s erection through his trousers in a reflexive response as I snuggled into him even more. “Yes, exactly like that,” I said knowing that we had just clicked. I’m sure we were no more vulgar in contact than the other dancers swarmed around us. The only difference really was this wasn’t the man who had brought me to the dance. But they didn’t know that, and I didn’t care at that moment as I felt a rivulet of my excitement form along my inner thigh from my moist thong crotch under my gossamer like dress. And I wondered if the scent of ripe pussy that permeated the very air all around us was only coming from me as I felt one of his fingers slide gently along my slit from behind. “Perhaps we should continue this dance somewhere a little more private,” Harry suggested then. “If this is only the beginning of foreplay, then I’m in real trouble,” I countered as I followed him off the dance floor on the opposite side from where Jim was waiting. In no time at all I found myself pressed up against a stall in the men’s room with half a foot of extremely thick, and very black cock in my white cunt with my thong pulled to the side as the other half tried to split me in two trying to get in me. Harry hadn’t even bothered to lower his trousers, just unzipped as I hopped up, and wrapped my legs around his torso, and my arms around his neck. We were just too excited to wait for the civilities, and it was the men’s room after all, and I was already climaxing just having his cock inside of me. I kept on coming like a machine gun over the next ten, or twenty minutes as my cunny was stretched so far out of shape that I knew it would never be the same after this. But the thing that really surprised me was when Harry came. I actually felt it as each wad of cum splattered against the doorway to my womb; as liquid hot as scalding water in a skillet. And I came the hardest at that point nearly passing out in bliss as a puddle of our combined fluids gathered on the tile floor under me between his brightly polished shoes. In all of my life I had never done anything as depraved, and perverted as those spontaneous moments in the men’s john were. But I pledged to myself right then that it wouldn’t be the last of those kinds of moments either. With my thong back in place holding what was left of our passion from spilling out of me, we freshened up a bit, and then returned to the dance floor just as the combo was going on a break. Fortunately for me our table was ready when we joined Jim, and both men escorted me to the dinning room. I can only wonder if Jim noticed the guilt written all over my face, but his peck on the cheek in greeting was as friendly, and familiar as a star cluttered night. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Jim inquired once we were seated, almost making me choke before he qualified the question. “Out on the dance floor?” Fiancé's Slut Ch. 01 “Your woman is quite a dancer,” Harry answered the question, “I think she must have a little soul in her, erg, um, background.” “Well, unless I miss my guess, she’s probably going to have a lot more soul in her after dinner.” Jim quipped back as I blushed profusely; sitting there with a pussy full of another man’s seed as my fiancé gently squeezed my right hand comfortingly. “It wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest,” I offered confidently. The dinner was mostly a blur even though my pheasant under glass was the most wonderful thing I’d ever tasted. My attention was mostly wrapped up in what was going on under the table, and not on it, as both men fondled me at will, each taking turns dipping a finger under dress, and into my wet thong panties, and sliding it into my leaking slit at their leisure. My musky scent combining with their masculine colognes made for a heady experience, and kept our attending waiter smiling all through dinner. I’m sure he already thought that I was their paid lady of the evening dressed the way I was. As promised Harry paid for dinner with his company card, but Jim insisted on paying the tip in cash, which I agreed with whole-heartedly. In no time, with a belly full of great food we were back in Harry’s limo driving back to his hotel. However this time we couldn’t keep our hands, or tongues off of each other. I’m sure we made quite the display for Jim’s amusement as we openly groped each other there in the back of the limousine right in front of him. And with Harry’s erection in my hand, and my right nipple in Harry’s mouth we were hardly even startled by Jim’s sharp intake of voyeuristic breath near by as he jerked off watching us. As it turned out I barely got Harry’s erection back into his pants before the car door opened in front of the Regency Hotel. I went into my purse, and pulled out the card key for our room, and handed it to Jim as we entered the lobby. “Here’s the key to our room,” I said, “go get our luggage from the trunk of our car, and put them in our room while Harry and I get more intimately acquainted, please.” I could see a bit of concern cross over Jim’s face, but he didn’t argue, or complain, just smiled, and gave me another peck on the cheek before tending to the errand I’d just given him. Now that’s real trust, and I felt confident from that moment on that everything would be okay as far as my having Harry was concerned. The previous guilt wilted away instantly as I now knew that Jim would have approved of the men’s room incident, or anything else that happened along the way that he wasn’t around to witness. So once Harry and I were alone in the elevator on our way up to the floor where his room was I unzipped his pants, and pulled his huge pecker out into the air as I went down on my knees. Just holding such a magnificent looking sporting tool in my delicate hands made my mouth drool. It must have weighed a couple of pounds I figured hefting it, it was so big. And it was so damn black there in my lily white, and sparsely freckled hands. That it was like holding all of deepest darkest Africa the way it pulsed, and throbbed. I just had to taste it. And parting my painted lips I pulled that monster right into my mouth, sighing as it slid along my tongue. Even tasting myself on that night stick didn’t detour me from sucking on it for all I was worth, and once I got my gag reflex under control I was able to sword swallow most of it as long as I kept one hand wrapped around the root. Unfortunately, that was when the elevator door opened at Harry’s floor. Standing back up I refused to put that weapon back inside of his pants, and instead just grabbed hold of it as we walked down the long corridor to his hotel room. Harry in turn took a hold of my ass in his hand after lifting up the hem of my dress as we walked side by side like two fugitives from a Nevada cathouse laughing loud enough to wake up those already sleeping in their rooms nearby. Luckily for me nobody there was snoopy enough to come out, and see what all the ruckus was about before we entered Harry’s room. But once inside of Harry’s room I was nervous all over again at being alone with another man while my own man was out doing some silly errand that could have waited until the next morning at least. Feeling me tremble uncontrollably Harry whisked me up in his granite arms, and pressed his thicker lips to mine. It was just what I needed, and our tongues dueled in renewed passion. I floated over to the giant king sized bed in his arms. Somehow losing my dress, and panties in the process as his clothes too disappeared before I was gently laid down on my back on this strange black man’s bed. My legs spread wide, and high in the air forming a V like some wanton whore as he eased in between, and over top of me like a living shadow of the night. My heart was racing, my nipples tingling and tightly erect on my heaving breasts as I felt the head of his truncheon slide along the groove of my seething trench, and tease my clitty with the full length of him. A long drawn out breath escaping from my lips as his lips took in my right nipple when the head of his cock slipped easily between my lower lips once again stretching me out to impossible dimensions. I swooned as every nerve ending in my body tried to short out loosing all concept of time, and space as the biggest, blackest cock I’d ever had turned me into the most wanton slut on the face of the earth. I’m sure I was gasping for breath, and wondering if Harry’s cock was ever going to bottom out when it nudged up against the very back of my pussy making me shiver in an uncontrolled multiple orgasm that had me seeing exploding novi like dots swimming before my eyes. And I still wasn’t sure that all of him was inside of me as I had yet to feel his balls settle down against my ass. I mean I knew this guy was big, but this was ridiculous. My arms, and legs like snakes of their own volition wrapped around behind Harry, and tried desperately to pull all of his black ass into me. But to no avail as the granite man mountain refused to be moved any more until he was ready. By then he was suckling on my left boob, and I was well on my way to the next orgasmic plateau. In and out like an infallible metronome that big black cock of his pumped rhythmically back and forth in my overwhelmed white pussy. Up and down his ebony ass rose, and fell over my ivory flesh bringing me to one tingling toe curling, body jerking, mini-multiple orgasm after another. It was almost like surfing on a never-ending wave of mutual bliss as Harry’s big black prick thoroughly FUCKED me to a ragged edge of lust the likes of which I’d never known before. So wrapped up in our own lust were we, that we hadn’t noticed that we now had company until Jim coughed out loud. He was sitting in the cushioned chair next to the little dinning table watching us with glazed eyes stroking his own cock as his friend’s big black dick pumped in and out of my slick wet white pussy. Dressed only in my garter belt, stockings, and high heels the way I was I felt like a perfect slut getting fucked by my fiancé’s best friend this way. And since I was feeling so slutty I decided why not be just a little sluttier, and get Jim in on the act. So I crooked a finger at him, in effect summoning him to join us, then pointed at his cock, and my mouth alternately as Jim drew near. I was already flying high, and smashing into one fuzzy clouded orgasm after another when Jim’s cock loomed in front of my face. So I simply parted my lips, grabbed hold of his cock, and slurped it into my mouth like spaghetti. I choked several times as Jim tried desperately to shove that hunk of meat down my throat, but once I got my gag reflex under control I had his cock fucking my face, and his friend’s black cock fucking my cunt at the same time. Being used as if you are little more than a utility vehicle can be quite an incredible experience. After all, I was lying on my back on a comfortable bed, and I hardly had to move, just respond with counter moves as they were doing all of the pumping, and humping. And with all of their attention fixated on me I tumbled blissfully from one mind numbing orgasm after another with almost no effort at all on my part. I was lubricating so much that I soon felt a wet spot forming under my ass in the linen. And if things kept on this way the whole damn bed was soon going to drown in our love juices. The aroma of sex was already permeating the air in Harry’s room. Strangely enough it was Jim’s cock that blew its load first, and straight down my throat the way it did I hardly got a taste of its saltiness. Still, it could have been worse. Jim could have pulled out, and sprayed my face, and chest with his scum the way he really liked to do sometimes when I sucked him off, but with his friend so close he didn’t dare. And when Jim withdrew to recover I once again had Harry, and his big black cock all to myself. Even as delirious as I had become under the spell of Harry’s black cock I knew that Harry had been fucking me for over an hour by now, and he still hadn’t cum even once. I could suppose that was due to having cum in me in the men’s john over at J. J. Garlic’s earlier. Still, no man who had ever fucked me had lasted more than 30 straight minutes without cumming, including Jim. Not that I had fucked a lot of men mind you, but I’m no saint either, I’ve had my share, and a little of someone else’s maybe. However since Harry was the first black man I’d ever had, I began to wonder if all of the legends I’d heard from my friends in college were true about black men. The size of his cock warping out my pussy sure fit in with the legend, and so did his stamina thus far. And that load he’d delivered earlier in my pussy was something that I’d never experienced before. If all black men fucked like this I could easily turn into a black dick junky. Hopefully Jim wouldn’t mind a little extra sport after we tied the knot, but either way I wasn’t going to let Harry be my last black experience after such a delicious fuck as this was turning out to be. My revelry was interrupted when Harry suddenly pulled his dick all the way out of my cunt, flipped me over onto my stomach, and started prying my ass open with that damn black battering ram of his. As I said earlier, I’m no anal virgin, but injecting a coke can thick object into something the size of an earthworm’s hole can be extremely traumatizing if the one doing the injecting isn’t careful. Thankfully, Harry was an extremely gentle, and careful lover who had obviously had plenty of practice as the initial experience was mostly uncomfortable rather than painful. But where as he when he fucked my cunt leaving a couple of inches still hanging outside of me, he now had all of his big black cock shoved squarely up my tender white ass. With his balls tickling up against my warped, and now vacant pussy if felt more like an over stuffed turkey than anything sexy. But then Harry reached around my waist, and started to diddle my slit, concentrating on my clit, and once again I was trembling like a schoolgirl on her first date. Sweat glands were working overtime beading tiny little water droplets all over my flesh as Harry slowly started fucking in, and out of my tight white ass with his big black cock. I caught our reflection in the mirror mounted on his closet door, and gasped. I looked like some craven whore with my hair disheveled, and fanned out all around me pushing back at that huge black cock fucking me in the ass. But the look on my face said how much I loved it. It was the filthiest sight I’d ever seen, and I was looking at myself. I started to cum like I’d never cum before, and with that black cock still fucking slowly in and out of my ass, and Harry’s hands diddling my pussy, and now milking my breasts it was just too much. Suddenly the whole world phased out of view as a black hole sucked me down into its spiraling vortex of unconsciousness. I don’t know how long I was out, nothing like this had ever happened to me before, so I had no way of comparing this sexually oriented blackout. However when I did come to, with the world slowly coming back into focus, I found myself once again on my back, but this time looking right at the face of my fiancé. That’s when time began to tick once again for me, and with it Jim’s hips rose, and fell above me as his dick slid in and out of my well stretched pussy. In fact I would hardly have felt his cock rubbing up against the lining of my cunt if my asshole hadn’t still been so stuffed full of black cock with Harry underneath me now. I knew it had to be Harry as his black hands were fondling my heaving white breasts from behind, and tugging on my erect nipples. “Looks like she’s back with the living,” Jim informed his friend. “So what do you think lover?” I asked Jim. “Would you like seeing your wife get a steady diet of big black dicks as much as you seem to be enjoying sharing your fiancé with one now?” “I think I could live with that,” he snickered overtop of me. “You’d better hope the hell that you can,” I replied, and wrapped my legs, and arms up around his back then. “Because I have no doubt in my mind that your about to marry a black cock hungry slut.” “Amen to that,” Harry said over my shoulder. I was fucked by both men through out the evening, and when we finally fell asleep I was cuddled between two warm bodies, and soaking my behind in all of our love sauce, or at least what was left after my fiancé ate me out. Jim and I slept in the next day as Harry took care of his business, and then we did it all over again the next night except that we had room service dinner in our room before starting the next sexual marathon. Like I said at the start of this story all women love being the center of attention, and I’m not any different in that respect. And being the sexual center piece of attention between two studs for a whole weekend is to my way of thinking a great way to start a trend. Fiancé's Slut Ch. 02 I've been getting a lot of requests lately for an erotic story that really happened to me. And as truth is stranger than fiction, and though the names have been change to protect the guilty, here's another one of my real adventures. And while some may call me white trash when making comments I suppose it is a matter of perspective. DS * * * * * Harry tossed one last back handed kiss my way with his right hand before slipping out of sight down the gantry way to his waiting aircraft. It had been a fairytale sexual triathlon of bliss these last five days with Harry, and my fiancé Jim, and I was still floating on that clichéd cloud 9. My panties soaking wet with Harry's last discharge in the car on the ride to the airport were a steady reminder of our extra long weekend together as Jim held me gently in his arms more for support than for comforting. "So what did you think of Harry?" Jim asked finally, once we were back in our car, and heading out of the airport's parking lot. "You mean what did I think of his Big Black Dick, don't you?" And before he could object I continued on answering his unasked question. "I feel like I've been gutted, and hung up to dry. Well, anyway, one thing's for sure, I won't be able to sit in a straight backed chair until my pussy shrinks back up enough so as not to swallow it up." "That's very funny Chrissie," Jim said dryly. "But I really wanted to know what you thought of my best man." "Best Man?" "Well, the Groom usually picks his best friend to be his Best Man when they get married, you know." "True, but most grooms don't allow the Best Man more than a kiss with their intended, and even that comes after the wedding ceremony," I chastised, but I had all I could do to contain myself from jumping into his lap, and give him a great big hug. Instead I just hugged his free arm so that he could still drive with the other. I had really thought that once I had allowed Jim's friend Harry to fuck me that Jim would find some reason to call off our engagement, and cancel the wedding. After all, most of my concentration had been kept on Harry, and his fascinating black dick of course, and while not exactly ignoring Jim during the five days of our three-way fuck, I had hardly paid even half as much attention to Jim. True, he had said he would love me even more, but that was before I had been fucked full of his best friend's black seed over, and over again. For Jim to confirm his love for me after the fact almost had me purring like a kitten in eternal gratitude. "Every man wants to marry a woman who is a slut in bed, and I suppose you could say that you've more than proved that with Harry, and me this weekend Chrissie." "Ya think?" And I winked at him with renewed vigor. Then unzipped his pants before reaching inside, and pulling his cock out to suck on as he drove home. "You do realize that you can be seen by every trucker that passes us, right?" I just nodded my head in agreement never allowing his dick out of my mouth. I wanted to taste his load in my mouth, and besides they wouldn't be able to see my face. His reaction was to pull up the skirt of my dress in back so that I could feel the breeze across my wet thong pantied ass. "There we go. Might as well give them the best view of my slut that I can, eh." I could barely believe my ears. Jim was showing off my assets to anyone whose vehicle was high enough to see into ours, and that meant just about every SUV, and truck made. It was like I was his prized possession, and he was showing me off as a matter of pride. And I wondered if that wasn't partly the reason that he had shared me with his friend Harry in the first place. If so, perhaps I could parlay a little more sexual freedom within our relationship if I worked this right. He had told me of his parent's sudo-open marriage early on, but I hadn't believed it then. However I was quickly becoming a convert if extramarital relationships with Jim meant more cocks like Harry's for me. For now I would wait, and see just how far Jim would go. Hell, he was already calling me his slut after all. So it sure as hell couldn't hurt me to act like one. And just to show my enthusiasm I wriggled my ass when I heard a big rig passing us. "Holy shit, babe! You almost made that poor bastard run into us from staring at your fine ass wagging in the breeze." I was gonna suggest that he peel down my thong, and start finger fucking my pussy then, but Jim was way ahead of me on that idea. So I just kept on sucking on his dick, and fondling his balls as I had been doing. Only now his hips were thrusting up off of the seat cushions to fuck my face. "Oh yeah baby! Suck that cock you dirty slut! I love it!" One thing was for sure, I sure as hell felt like a nasty, and very raunchy slut at that moment sucking on my fiancé's hard prick as he finger fucked my pussy, and all in full view of passing traffic. I loved the feeling, but I wondered if giving into Jim's pleas to fuck his friend Harry had been the catalyst to this new sexual identity I was forming into. True I had been a sexual being ever since puberty, but this outgoing, no-holes-barred slut that I was turning into bore a great deal of resemblance to nymphomania. As even now with his dick in my mouth on the verge of ejaculation, and his fingers diddling my dripping, well stretched cunt for every passing trucker, I was on the verge of my own orgasm once again, and that had never happened before Harry had fucked me. And he had fucked me in every hole I owned over, and over again with that big black cock of his. So it had to figure that part of the reason I was now so slutty was from the effect of having that big black prick of Harry's stretching me out the way it had. The proof of which was that Jim easily had most of his hand up my cunt at that very moment. In any case, I think you get the picture. I was literally enjoying the hell out of my new status as Jim's self-proclaimed fiancé slut. The only thing that really bothered me about the situation was that Jim was acting as if he were my pimp. Not that I minded him finding sexual partners for me, as long as I had the final approval in the matter. But would he let me free lance on my own too? Or had this thing with Harry just been a one-time event? I had to find out. "Jim?" I asked taking my mouth off of his cock, but still stroking it with my hand. "Yeah baby?" "I'm just curious, but you've had me fuck your best friend, right." "Yeah." "So whom else do you want me to fuck?" "What do you mean?" "Well, you let Harry fuck me, and now you're showing my assets to every passing trucker as if I were for hire, or lease. I am not now, nor have I ever wanted to be a hooker, Jim. So I was just curious if you intended on pimping for me, or whether I was allowed to freelance within the scope of this relationship, or what? I mean I love you, but there are probably lines that we should draw in the sand now so that neither of us steps over them accidentally, don't you think?" "I think," he started, and paused before continuing, "that as long as we are honest with each other that we will easily celebrate our fiftieth wedding anniversary." He took a breath then as if thinking over what he wanted to say next then just spoke his mind; "I loved watching you enjoy yourself with Harry. You know that right?" I nodded in acknowledgement. "Well, I guess what I'm saying is that as far as I'm concerned you can have sex with anyone you want as long as you don't hide it from me. And that includes after we get married. Remember I'm talking about sex, not love here. You know my business keeps me away quite a bit, and I'll be damned if I'll be celibate if an opportunity presents itself to me while I'm away from you. So my thought was why should you be celibate if I'm not going to be? Again I'm talking about sex here, not love. I love you Chrissie. And when you love someone as much as I do you don't mind sharing them, as long as they return once the sharing is over. Of course I want to hear all about it when you return, and if you want I'll tell you all about my escapades too. How's that sound to you?" I could hardly believe my ears. The man that I loved had just given me Cart Blanc as far as sex was concerned. However there was only one last issue that had to be settled as far as I was concerned. "What if someone gets pregnant?" "Hey, that's up to the women," he replied. "If you have the baby, we'll raise it as our own whether or not it is mine. If another woman has a baby from me, and takes it to term I'll support it. You know my family can afford it so don't worry about that." "And what if I have a black baby?" "Then we'll have a black baby." And so there it was, all laid out for me. It was like having my cake, and eating it too, only better. Not that I wanted children right away. But the question needed to be asked, and sooner was better than later as far as I was concerned. Okay, so now that I knew that I could happily live the life of a married slut, I had to figure out whether that was the way I wanted to live the rest of my life. I had learned that I really got turned on around a black cock, and well, I'd always gotten turned on around pretty much any cock that was hard, and throbbing, and pointed my way. But this was the turn of the new century, and a whole new millennium starting up. In any event I lowered my head and went back to happily sucking Jim's cock off as he fucked my pussy with his hand for the delight of every passing motorist/voyeur on the road. I figured I might as well enjoy this while it lasted. Tomorrow was another day after all, and tomorrow belongs to no one. We both came when he pulled into our garage a half hour later. A lot of tomorrows passed by, and my relationship with Jim only became more loving, and caring, and much more intimately strange when he was home. For instance, I asked to go out dancing one day, and he takes me to this Adult Entertainment Center where they have strippers in a glass cage surrounded by booths. Customers sit in these booths and shove special tokens that equal a quarter into a slot, and a barrier lifts inside of the booth exposing a large window with a small hole in it. On the other side of the glass window, of course is the stripper. And no, I didn't let him talk me into changing places with the stripper, however I did let him talk me into a tour of glory hole duty from one of those sticky floored booths. Now in a world where herpes, and AIDs have just about taken all of the fun out of casual sex, here was my future husband fucking me from behind as I sucked off cock after anonymous cock in a cubicle meant for watching strippers strip while down on my hands and knees groveling in who knows who's past jerk off slime. There had to be another way for us to get off on my new slutty behavior, but so far neither of us had figured out a safer way than me just sucking off strangers, instead of fucking them. And then it came to me. "Husbands!" I cried out on the way home. "Husbands?" "Yeah, husbands. Don't you see? Wives don't make their husbands wear condoms when they have sex because they know that their husbands are clean. And too if their husband gives them anything that they'll cut his dick off, and take him to the cleaners in the divorce proceedings." "So if the husband fools around at all he'll use a condom, right?" Jim inquired excitedly. "Yes, if the woman is single he has no choice but to wear a rubber," I said. "But, if she's a married woman, or even a fiancé about to be married, he might not." "There's only one loop hole in your reasoning," Jim said. "What's that?" "What if the husbands love their wives so much that they don't want to cheat on them with you?" "Then I won't be having sex with them," I laughed. "I don't understand." "It's simple," I explained, "I'll only have unprotected sex with healthy married men like Harry who pursue me. Otherwise they'll have to wear a condom, and I'll use one of those sponges just in case the condom breaks." I could see from the tent forming in his trousers as we drove home that Jim liked the idea. The only problem was, other than his friend Harry; Jim didn't have a lot of other married friends that he could let in on our little game. So he would have to rely on me for the most part to set up any trysts in the future, and that's exactly how I wanted it. Why? Well for one thing I was about to commit my life to Jim, and was entangled in all of the pre-wedding arrangements. Which left no time for me to go out sleazing around every night no matter how much I wanted to. And now with everything in my hands I could simply enjoy my times with Jim when he was home, and when he wasn't concentrate on our up coming wedding, and honeymoon in the Caribbean arrangements with my Victorian minded parents. Mom arranged for the purchase of my brand new wedding dress, and blue garters to hold up my stockings. So all I needed to bring was something borrowed, and with a little thought, and a quick phone call to Harry I took care of that. "You're going to do what?" Jim asked not believing his ears. "I'm going to let Harry fuck me just before the wedding ceremony starts so that I'll have his borrowed cum running down along my inner thighs as I walk down the aisle towards you. That way I'll be slutty both before, and after we take our vows. I've talked to him over the phone about this, and he's all for it as long as I suck him off first." The look of obvious lust on Jim's face went well with the swelling in his trousers after hearing my wedding day plans. And just to give him a little more incentive I even agreed to his idea to be the sole entertainment at his bachelor party as well as long as I could wear a mask, and wig to keep my identity safely hidden. We had great sex that night, and pretty much every night right up to the night of Jim's bachelor party. We both decided that I should wear something to give me that cheap sleazy desperate to be fucked look that most girls who pop out of a cake at bachelor parties have. So we made a special trip to Victoria's Secret, and I let Jim pick my costume then modeled it for him in the store. The black leather garter belt, black fishnet stockings, and black satin demi-bra that left my nipples exposed with matching thong panties set off the entire outfit as I had a pair of my own black leather fuck-me-pumps in my own wardrobe already. The wig, and Lone Ranger mask I picked out myself the next day, a raven colored piece cut Prince Valiant style made of real human hair as the coloring was so different than my own strawberry reddish blond I also took the time to shave away all of my pubic thatch before dressing up for the party. And as an added treat for Jim put on the short skirted see-thru fishnet dress he'd bought me for our up coming honeymoon. Not to get too far off track here, but I just thought that I should mention that all women get horny to the point of acting like a slut regardless of how beautiful, or ugly men think we are. It's just that no two women get turned on by all of the very same things. For example; with me anticipation of doing something naughty, a couple of real stiff drinks, or the sight of a hard throbbing erection, or wet pussy, and just being naked, or near naked in front of others gets my juices boiling, and makes my pussy itch intolerably. So you can imagine just how excited I was by the time I popped out of that surreal bachelor party cake of Jim's with my nipples already hard, and in plain sight. The look on Jim's face, and the mass amount of wolf whistles, and catcalls I got as I emerged from the cake sent a jolt of electric heat through every erotic zone in my body. I could already feel the crotch of my black satin thong soaked with my excitement. The smell of hot pussy filling the air mixed with my perfume was all mine. I was immediately glad that I had chosen the wig, and mask when I caught sight of Jim's father, (and a few other men as well,) taping everything I did with his new video camera. I'd had no forewarning that Jim's father would be at his bachelor party. But a look at Jim's evil grin, and I knew that he'd set it up so that his own father could have a chance of unknowingly fucking me his fiancé along with the rest of his pals. Now I'm no professional dancer by any means, but when it comes to dirty dancing I can hold my own in a crowd. And being as how I was already half naked in a room full of men I hardly had to worry about any pose that I struck as the testosterone level had jumped to sub-orbital heights the moment I came into view. I was hardly ten seconds into my routine before I felt hands copping feels all over my body, and up under the skirt of my fishnet dress putting $10.00 bills in my stockings, and garters. However since my primary job was to supposedly seduce the groom, I directed all of my attention on Jim who was sitting upright in a straight-backed chair already looking half drunk, swilling a mug of beer, and leering at me with a big shit-eating grin. "Hey big boy, want a little hand job in front of your friends?" I whispered into his ear as I pressed his face into my bosom. And without waiting for his answer I reached down with my left hand to unzip, and haul his throbbing prick out into the open before starting to jerk him off. A quick look around showed Jim's father: known as Big Jim, closing in with his video cam, and a growing erection in his trousers while the rest of the crowd whooped, and screamed their encouragement already drunk with lustful intent. So I bent down, and planted a big wet kiss on the head of my fiancé's cock leaving a nice red smudge from my lipstick in the process. And got a rousing applause from the crowd, and a pearly drop of precum formed at the slit in the head for my efforts. I then squeezed the stalk behind the head of Jim's penis, and began slowly stroking the length of it as I licked away the drops of seminal fluid as they formed. The salty garlic taste reminded me of anchovies. "Go for it baby! Suck his dick!" Cried out someone from the crowd. So I got down on all fours between Jim's legs, then lowering my head, and parting my lips let his cock slip right into my mouth in front of everybody. My head swirled intoxicated by my own brazen, and oh so slutty actions, and the responses of all those men had my pussy in near nuclear meltdown, and dripping wet through my soaked thong. It was then that I felt a firm hand squeeze my bottom affectionately, and slowly stroke along my entire groove from behind. The hand continued fondling my privates, sliding along the wetness of my crotch until it found my erect clit through my thong making me shiver in uncontrolled wanton lust. I could feel beads of sweat popping out all over my heated flesh in the barely air-conditioned confines of that room, and knew instinctively that I looked as if I'd been in a vat of vegetable oil, and mostly thanks to that probing hand behind me. "Go ahead dad, fuck her," Jim called out above me, and that's when I knew it was his father playing with my ass, "she'll love it." Then he added; "Don't worry, I won't tell mom." And suddenly I felt my thong being ripped away from my body, and two fingers were then inserted into my seething vagina right in front of a whole room full of screaming testosterone junkies. The musky scent of my pussy now like a fog inciting their riotous behavior to the point where they were stomping their feet on the floor, and pounding their fists on the tables throughout the room to the strokes of those fingers fucking my snatch. And just as suddenly those fingers popped out of my cunt, and were replaced with the head of a very large cock poking slowly into my slit. I started to cum then, and kept on cuming with these strange little start, and stop repeatable multiple orgasms as my own fiancé's father took me there in front of a roaring crowd while I swallowed his son's cock to the very pubic hairs. Fiancé's Slut Ch. 02 In and out at a maddeningly slow deliberate hound pounding pace Big Jim's cock, unbeknownst to him, fucked his future daughter the very night before I was to marry his son. His hands moving down from around my hips to gently squeeze, and fondle my bobbling firm breasts, even lightly pinching my erect nipples for good measure made my body undulate at his will, and not my own. I can't even begin to tell you how slutty I felt at that very moment, but it certainly defined my future existence on this planet, as far as I'm concerned, when Big Jim's cock erupted right up against my cervix 10 minutes later. His hot sperm splashing at the entrance to my womb like a fire hose out of control made all of the previous orgasms seem like foreplay as I came right along with Big Jim. With my heart pounding in my chest, my fiancé's cock down my throat, and his father's wilting cock slipping out of my creamed pussy I nearly passed out as Big Jim was quickly replaced by somebody else, and I found myself being fucked all over again by another cock. This cock however wasn't nearly as thick as Big Jim's, but it was a comfortable fit nonetheless. But before I knew it this cock blew its wad as well, and was replaced by another, and then another after that as every cock after Big Jim's seemed to loose it after just a couple of strokes in my sweltering, and still barely snug sheath. In fact I lost count after the tenth cock spritzed my swollen vagina, and was fast becoming frustrated at the lack of staying power of Jim's friends. Hell some of them weren't even waiting for a turn in my quim, they'd just walk up next to me with cock in hand, and jerk it off until they sprayed their scum somewhere on my flesh, clothes, or wig for the next half hour. I had just about given up any hope of another tension easing orgasm even to the point of directing all of my attention now on sucking Jim off when a cock that felt like a whole damn fist suddenly entered my well used, and more than adequately lubricated twat. I couldn't help but let Jim's cock slip out of my mouth as I turned my head to look over my shoulder to see who owned such a cock. And there behind me looking like a poster smile for crest toothpaste was the biggest, blackest, baldest granite muscled mountain of a man I'd ever laid my eyes on. His one hand could have hefted me up cradling my ass if he wanted to. But what impressed me most about him was that even when his cock was bumping up against my cervix his cock still wasn't all of the way inside of my pussy. And then the world around me began to lose all focus as that mammoth black granite like cock began to pump in and out of my now overly stretched out cunt at an insane, and yet still gentle pace. My body rocking back and forth on my hands and knees before his onslaught as if I were but a mere rag doll there to service his lusting needs. It felt like when he shoved into me that my belly bulged out, and when he back stroked that the vacuum his cock created in the tight confines of my cunt made my innards shrivel inward sucking me inside out at the crotch. It was only after Jim tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention back on his cock that I realized that the room had become as silent as a mouse farting in church. Oh all of the men were still there, and some of them were even still drinking, and jerking off, but all of them were gawking at me, and the huge black man now fucking my pristine white body. "DAMN," said a voice in the crowd, "WHAT A FUCKING SLUT!." And when I realized that the voice belonged to Jim's father I understood then why Jim called him a hypocritical bigot. Still, the man never stopped filming my one-woman orgy even though I could plainly see by the look on his face that he was revolted by the mere fact that this black man was doing to me what Big Jim had done, and done first. A look up at Jim, and his wink back told me that he'd arranged the entire guest list for his bachelor party. Including the only black man there who was even now bringing me to one gut busting orgasm after another as he fucked me, and I sucked Jim's dick at the same time still down on my hands, and knees dressed like a street whore, and feeling every bit the black cock hungry slut that I was fast becoming. In fact I was cuming so hard, and so often from that big black cock fucking me that I barely remember Jim's cock spurting his load deep down my throat, or all of the other cocks circling us, and using me for a cum dump before the entire world faded out to black all together. When I came to I found myself sprawled out in the back seat of what had to be Big Jim's Caddy still soaked like a glazed donut with a cunt that felt as big, and empty as the Holland tunnel, and my ass stuffed full of somebody's big cock. "You really are a fucking slut, aren't you," Big Jim's voice whispered in my ear, and it was then that I realized that I was laying on top of him. Instead of answering my father, as he might have recognized my voice, I wriggled my rump, and squeezed his dick with my ass muscles in reply. "I knew it," he snickered, and then slowly began fucking my ass, "only a black cock loving slut like you would love having my cock up your shitter like this. All you sluts are alike I guess, but you remind me of my future daughter, and my own wife when she was your age, well, almost. She at least was a virgin when we started our honeymoon in the Bahamas. I'm not so sure about my daughter in law, but that's my son's worry, not mine." My hips were already undulating in response to my father's steady thrusting up in, and out of my tight ass the way he was. And indeed I was getting off at the incestuous connotations of our flesh joined together, as well as getting an ear full of my fiancé's family history, and hoped to hear more. By then I was already rubbing at my clit furiously. "I should never have taken Jen to the Bahamas for our honeymoon," he continued, still gently fucking me up the ass, "I'd barely taken her virginity before she turned into a black cock craving nymphomaniac at first sight. One look at that damned naked nigger coming out of the surf along side some stupid white bimbo on that nude sunbathing beach, and Jen was hooked for life. I should have seen it then, but I was too busy scoping out the blond bimbo. And by the time I found her in bed with our black chauffer it was too late to do anything about her little, er, indiscretions." I guess talking about it was what put Big Jim over the edge, and as his cock spurted deep inside of my asshole my pussy exploded one last time for the evening. With his lust slaked, and my usefulness to him at an end Big Jim pushed me off of him, and onto the carpeted flooring before getting dressed, and leaving me to take care of myself. I don't understand this thing men have for shooting their cum all over a girl's body when they get together in a crowd. I felt like the floor of a two bit peep show booth, all sticky, and yucky with dried, and drying scum plastered all over me when Jim, my fiancé opened the Caddy's back door to assist me in getting home. "So what did you think of dear old dad?" He asked helping me into his own car, and sounding very sober at that. "Well, he's certainly got a great cock," I replied. "Like father like son," Jim interrupted. "But he carries a lot of garbage on his back about your mom." "My Mom?" "Yeah, I'm guessing he introduced her to black cock, but when she turned into a black cock craving slut that it was just too much for your dad's pride to cope with." "Mom fucks black guys?!" "Sorry, I just thought you knew," I tried to explain, "I mean with your attitude about an open marriage, and all. Anyway, she's been into black guys since, well, since their honeymoon." "No shit!" Jim gasped. "Well, that certainly explains a lot of things." "Perhaps," I agreed somewhat reluctantly, "but, does it change your mind about us? I mean, what if I turn into a black cock hungry slut too?" "You mean you haven't already?" Jim chuckled, then seeing that I was serious added; "Then you turn into a black cock craving slut like my mother, and so what. Remember, I've already shared you with my friend Harry, and tonight you were fucked by Harry's father as well." "That was Harry's father?" I gasped. "No wonder." "What do you mean?" "Like father, like son," I replied, "both have magnificent black cocks my dear. Perfect for fucking little white sluts like your mom, and your future wife." His laughter filled me full of relief, and a very comfortable sense of hearth, home, and eternal love. And it was then that I realized the key to my future husband's heart was in keeping with what we had done together thus far just as a couple. Jim's mom had made only one mistake as far as I was concerned. She hadn't let her husband join in on her indiscretions, and by the time he had found out it was too late for them. ************ "Okay ladies," my mother called out in the small room set aside for the bride to get ready in our church, "let's give the bride a little private time to herself, shall we. Your dad will knock at the door in about 45 minutes dear." "Thanks mom," I sighed, and kissed her on the cheek as she hurried the bride's maids, and my sister, who was to be the maid of honor, out of the room decorated mostly in dark hard wood molding, and hard wood flooring that went well with the hardwood table, chairs, and other sparse furniture. A quick look in the wood framed full-length mirror, and I opened the door opposite to the one that the women had just walked out of. You can imagine my surprise when I saw Harry's father enter right behind Harry, and both of them naked as the day they'd been born. "I hope you don't mind," Harry said, "this is my father Jeremiah, but when I told my father your plan to have a soaked pussy when you walked down the aisle, he suggested that you have an equally wet asshole. Dad this is Chrissie." "We've met, I think." "Yes, you fucked me last night at my fiancé's bachelor party." "I thought that was you," Jeremiah said taking my hand, and kissing it gently. "Well, you're the only one, so far, who has recognized me." "Don't worry, I won't tell." "Thanks," I whispered, my eyes tearing up, "so how do we do this?" "Well, I think the best way," Harry replied, "is for you to bend over and suck me off while dad fucks you in the ass, and then you can suck dad off when I fuck you in your pussy when he's through. That should satisfy all of your filthy pre-marital requirements, don't you think?" "Okay," I agreed, then bending over at the waist as Jeremiah lifted my dress up out of the way, "just make sure we don't mess up this dress." * And so it was, that on the day of my wedding I walked down the aisle next to my father, rather stiff legged at that, with my cunt, and asshole dripping two strange black men's scum down the insides of my thighs, getting all of those "Oooo's," and "Ah's," and kissed my groom, once we were wed, with a mouth that tasted slightly salty, and rather tartly in the nastiest way possible. To say that I felt like a true white slut, and then a truly married white slut after the fact is an understatement. I felt like one great big stretched out, overly used, and cum dripping cunt, and proud of it. I didn't get to tell Jim about it until we were alone in the limousine, and on our way to the reception hall as I sucked his cock to his first married orgasm. "My father was right," he sighed when I finished, "You really are a Fucking Slut!"