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How Did I Start This Lifestyle?

By: submarie



How did I start on this lifestyle? A question I have asked myself quite a few times in the last 5 years. 

My name is Marie and I am 30 years old. My husband Jon is 17 years older than me and has never had a big sexual appetite. He says I should tell you that I am 5’10 tall with 36C 25 35 figure which I try to keep in shape. We live in England and I have always thought of us as being typically English, reserved and conservative.

Five years ago, seems like a lifetime now! I was quite conservative, never wore skirts much above my knees always in sensible tops and shoes. Jon had asked me several times if I would dress a little sexier for him, wear some shorter skirts and tops that showed my figure more. But I had always said “It is what I wear that matters but what is underneath.”

In bed we never set the world alight but I enjoyed the sex we had and so did Jon, or so I thought!

One night he suddenly said “I have a fantasy, one I can’t get out of my mind. I would Love to see you having sex with another guy, I know I’m not that big and I’d love to see you take a big cock!”

I was shocked and thought it was a joke when he told me this. He wanted me to have sex with another man, while he watched. 

I was angry with him “I don’t want anyone else but you. I married you and I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

The topic wasn’t mentioned for several weeks but then he mentioned it again, I noticed when he did he would become very aroused and his lovemaking very passionate. I still dismissed it as just a fantasy. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore; I have told you I don’t want anyone other than you”

Around this time, my best friend told me she had a secret, She was having an affair! She had been complaining about the lack of sex in her marriage for some time and she had done something about it. 

I was shocked when she said “I am having a wild affair with a big black man.” 

I had always thought Sue to be a racist, suffice to say she had never been complimentary when talking about black people. We often talked about our lives and complained that there was no excitement.

“I decided to do something about it Marie, this is my excitement and it is very good. Do you want to see some photographs of us together?”

I hardly recognised the woman in the pictures, tiny mini skirts, skimpy tops and shoes with tiny but high spiked heels. The man was tall and slim with a big smile, big hands and very dark skin. As I browsed the photos they became progressively more sexual. Sue showing her stocking tops and bent forward exposing her tits making it obvious she was not wearing a bra. More photos of her with Marcus, his hands all over her exposing more and more until all she was wearing were stockings and a huge smile. 

She said “We have taken other photographs since, but they were to hot to have them processed in the local shops.” I was so shocked but I also felt a tingle of excitement and a feeling of wetness between my legs.

I told Sue of Jon’s fantasy “You know Jon told me he’d like to see me having sex with another man”

“Marie my hubby is the same it’s obviously a man thing.”

I think she sensed I had become excited by those pictures and asked “Do you like Marcus, He is very sexy but he’s also very demanding? And he’s a very big boy!”

I nodded, my eyes still fixed on those images “I can see he is big those arms are huge”

“That’s not all that’s huge” she said grinning from ear to ear. 

Sue then said “He is having a party at his house in a couple of weeks; I know Jon is going to be away and you will be on your own, why not come with me, don’t worry there won’t be anyone there who knows you.”

“I can’t go without Jon it wouldn’t be right!” I was a little upset she had suggested it.

“Why not think about it, after all it’s not for a couple of weeks, plenty of time to change your mind, look at those photos again isn’t he wonderful?”

During the next few days my mind would wander back to those images of Marcus groping my friend and her obviously enjoying it a lot.

The evening before Jon was due to leave he said” Sue has told me that she had invited you to a party I think it would do you good to go and meet some new people and I’m away for a few weeks remember?” 

I doubt he would have said that if he had known who the host was! Yes he was another who disliked black people.

I said ”Ok I will think about it, it would be nice to go out with Sue again, it’s been years since we went partying together”

We went to bed and made love, I knew it was wrong but I was thinking about Sue and Marcus and wondered what he would feel like on top of me doing what Jon was. Sue had said Marcus was wonderful in bed hadn’t she? And he had a big cock! Poor Jon was a bit lacking in that department, 5 inches and not that thick. But I was in Love with him wasn’t I?

A few days later Sue came round to see me, she was dressed in a tight black mini dress with thin shoestring straps, to say it was low cut was an understatement! You could almost see her nipples. Her legs were covered in fine black nylon and there was a dark line running all the way up the back disappearing under the hem of her dress. 

“Thought anymore about that party Marie? I have just bought this dress especially for it.”

I looked at her, frowning “That doesn’t cover much Sue, the hem line’s very high I bet you can see your knickers if you sit down!”

“Yes great isn’t it, Marcus helped me choose it” she said laughing. “You should see the other things he has got me”

“Oh yeah like what?” I said thinking she looked very slutty.

“You ought to come round and see, tell you what that party is tomorrow, why not come round late afternoon and I can show you, we can have a bite to eat, a few drinks and then go to Marcus. Come on Marie, you know you want to, I bet you have been thinking about it haven’t you?”

I nodded ashamed to admit it to her. “I did think it would be like before we were both married going out and having some fun, but I’m not sure if I want to get involved like you have.”

She looked me straight in the eyes “Come on Jon is away and he did say he thought it would be good for you, didn’t he? No one will know you; Marcus lives some way from here.”

I looked at her and she smiled “Oh what harm can it do and I haven’t been to a party for ages”

I arrived at Sue’s at 6pm and found her walking around the house in just her stockings and suspender/garter belt and a small black lacy thong. She poured us both a large Gin and topped them up from a bottle of tonic. “Here’s some Dutch courage for you” 

I took the drink but wasn’t sure what she had meant by her comment. “Cheers, is that what you are wearing under that dress then?”

Sue gave me a quizzical look” Yes why don’t you like it?” Twirling as she said it.

“It’s not the sort of thing you used to wear that’s all, I suppose its ok, bit slutty maybe”

“Oh come on Marie, I know you used to wear stockings a lot.” 

“As a matter of fact I still do, and you know I never liked tights, I’m wearing stockings now as it happens”

She laughed and said “Not sexy ones, look they are tan coloured, sorry I didn’t mean to make fun of you, Is that what you are wearing tonight or have you brought the party clothes in your bag?”

“Ok what’s wrong with what I am wearing” I said angrily. I looked down and saw my blue skirt resting a couple of inches above my knees and my pretty lacy blouse and thought what’s wrong with these, these are my ‘best clothes’

Sue stood there looking me up and down and said “You need to loosen up girl, this is a party and it’s at a black mans so you will stand out like a sore thumb in that. It would be ok for tea at mothers but not for enjoying yourself!”

I started to get angry and made for the door to leave. “I don’t care what you think; this is all I have in my wardrobe.”

“Oh come on don’t get cranky with me Marie, why not try some of my clothes, we are the same size after all”

I stood and stared at her “we might be the same dress size but I’m a good few inches taller than you”

“I know that but lets see anyway, ok? She gave me another glass of Gin and Tonic and took my hand. We walked back to her bedroom, entering I noticed several skirts and dresses on the bed together with assorted stockings and suspender belts. On the floor were about a dozen pairs of shoes, black, blue, red and white, some with platform soles, all had high spiked heels.

“You look like you have bought the shop” I said pointing at everything.

“Marcus bought a lot of it for me and I bought the rest, I don’t know why I didn’t get with it years ago” She reached down and threw a black shinny skirt at me. “Go on try it on”

“I can’t wear anything like this, look it’s not much bigger than a belt!” She laughed hard “I know that’s what I said when Marcus got it for me, go on just try it and see how it looks and feels”

I knew I would have to try it or she would keep on at me, I slipped my skirt off and as I did she threw me a pair of shiny black seamed stockings. I unhooked my stockings and rolled the black ones up my legs, they felt quite good, fine and smooth and they shone in the light. I was glad they were stretchy as my legs are quite long. As I hooked each suspender into the tops I noticed Sue looking at me, smiling. “What?” I asked.

“I forgot how long your legs are, they look good in those black nylons”

“Thanks, I’m not sure about them in this skirt, though” as I slid it over my legs. I looked down and found the zipper straightened it up and stood straight in front of a full-length mirror. The hem was at least 6 or 7 inches above my knees and it looked like little more that a very wide belt.

“Hey looking good” Sue said, sliding the black dress over her head.

I walked around, stood again by the mirror and then sat on a stool by the dresser. As I sat the skirt seemed to grip my legs and rode up, I was sure I could see the darker colour at the top of the stockings, with a little adjustment I managed to pull it down a fraction. I had never worn a skirt this short, not even as a teenager. Here I was married in the 30th year of my life and wearing a very tiny skirt, that not even my hubby had seen me in. Sue must have sensed what I was thinking and she went a got me a refill of Gin “Here I said you might need this” laughing loudly as she said it. “Well Marie what do you think? I like the look, that skirt with those shiny stocks looks great on your legs”

“I’m still not sure, they feel nice and the skirt is comfy if a bit short, I’m worried about sitting down in it. It shows the stocking tops”

“Look how many parties have you been to where you are sitting for a long time, know us two we will be dancing most of the night.”

“Ok I will wear it for a while to see if I get used to it, will that make you happy? I said sarcastically

Sue made a face and stuck her tongue out saying “You look great and you know it, here drink some more Gin”

I had now had 3 Gins and felt more relaxed; I looked on her bed and found several halter tops which looked as though they would go with the skirt. Sue nodded her approval and I slipped my blouse off. 

“My god you are wearing the same style Bra as you used to?” Sue looked astounded.

“Ok what’s wrong with my Bra? I asked again a little angrily. “Nothing if you are in your 50’s” was her reply. “Just try those tops on and see what it looks like”

I slipped the first over my head and arms, a black shiny stretch material which felt good to the touch. Pulling it over my bra and resting it on the top of the skirt. I looked in the mirror and saw what Sue meant my Bra caused bumps to appear in the material; she laughed an ‘I told you so’

Laugh. I took the top and my Bra off and then pulled the top back on. “Much better” She said as she zipped her dress up. I stood and looked in the mirror again, I had to admit it didn’t look to bad, I just wasn’t used to seeing myself dressed in this way and without a Bra too, I never went with out one not even on holidays.

Sue Looked at my and made a ‘mmmmm’ sound “There you are I said you’d look great and I was right as always, we are all ready to go now, just the make up or war paint in my case”

I did my Hair as Sue applied her make up, Dark eye shadow, black eye liner on both upper and lower lid, blusher and red lipstick. I thought she looked a bit ‘cheap’ but she seemed pleased with the result. Then she said it was my turn and that she would do it for me. She just wanted me to trust her and let her loose.

When she had finished I looked at myself and didn’t recognise who I saw. I had dark shadow on my lids and she had highlighted both with liner. A small brush to apply the red lipstick and that was it. I felt a totally different person, I thought I looked a little slutty and said “Do you think this is a bit much?”

“Don’t be daft you look great and most of the women there will look similar so you wont stand out”

I didn’t think about her comment about others until later. Sue then called a Taxi and we waited drinking some more Gin and watching for the car to arrive.

The taxi ride lasted about 30 minutes and I was in a part of the City I had only passed through, Hubby had always said it wasn’t a good area to be in especially for white women, not that we had seen any on the drive there.

The house was a large Georgian style 3 story property and there was already loud music coming from inside.

“Good it’s already going well from the sounds of things” She said as she went up and opened the door.

We were met inside by Marcus, wearing a tight white shirt and equally tight black trousers; he took us in and got us drinks.

“So this is your friend Marie, you were right she is very attractive” he took me in his arms and kissed me on both cheeks. “She blushes as well” he said laughing loudly.

We were joined by another man over 6’6 with large muscled arms showing from his shirt sleeves,

His smile lit up his face and he was introduced as Michael

“Hi Marie, you look good enough to eat girl” he said making me blush again.

“Thanks” was all I could say in reply, I was very nervous despite the Gins. I looked him up and down and saw his legs were muscled too and showed through his trousers. I also noticed what looked like a bulge in the front of them.

He smiled and said” Like what you see then?” I blushed again and with that he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a room where there were several couples dancing.

To be continued…

How Did I Start This Lifestyle? Ch. 02



Jon had wanted to see Marie with another man, Marie’s friend Sue was seeing a black man and she had invited Marie to a party at the black mans house. Borrowing a mini skirt, halter top and black stockings Marie went to the party with Sue.

I had arrived at the party and met Marcus and one of his friends a guy called Michael. He had grabbed me and taken me dancing.

The music was loud disco style music and the only lighting was from disco styled lights spaced around the room. There was little furniture in the room, a couch along one wall and a small table with glasses and ashtray in a corner. The floor was wooden and had obviously been recently polished. There were 5 other couples in the room dancing. I had noticed that there didn’t appear to be any white men at the party, at least I hadn’t seen any so far. Michael and I danced together for several songs and then went to get drinks.

“What you drinking Girl? More Gin?” he asked. 

I nodded and said “Thanks.” Looking around to see if I could see Sue. She was sat on Marcus’ lap and he was running his hands up and down her legs, to her obvious enjoyment. I was able to see her stocking tops exposed under the hem of her skirt. This made me feel more nervous but also excited. 

Sue had told me on the way to the party “You might see the guys and girls getting heavy with one another if its like the last party I went to” she said it with a broad smile and a wink.

As I stood waiting for Michael to return with our drinks Sue beckoned me over to her and handed me something small & soft. She motioned for me to lean closer and whispered “Go and Put these on.” I moved back and looked to see what she had slipped into my hand. I was surprised to see a tiny black thong not more than small triangle of nylon with a string back and sides. I thought what was wrong with the knickers I was wearing? Sue mouthed “Not sexy enough” as if she had read my mind.

I waited with the thong stuffed in my hand and said to Michael when he came back “Just going to powder my nose” and laughed as I went. The bathroom was in a hallway next to the room where couples were still dancing, it was unoccupied. I went in lifted my skirt and pulled my knickers off, I noticed that the crotch seemed damp; I presumed this was due to it being very hot in the house. I pulled the thong up over my knees and hips and got it up into my crotch. It didn’t cover very much and I could see the outline of my dark hair through the filmy material. Luckily I had been and had it waxed a few days before so the hair didn’t stick out at the sides. I looked at myself and thought this thong isn’t worth wearing but at least it just covers my pussy.

I went back into the lounge and joined Michael; he said “looking good but I don’t see any powder” and laughed again. I finished my latest Gin and Tonic and then Michael said he wanted to dance with me again.

Several more couples had arrived in the mean time and the dance floor was more crowded. I saw several guys holding their partners close and they seemed to be bumping and grinding into them. No one else seemed to mind or notice though. Michael pulled me close to him and said I felt good and smelt nice, I was wearing opium by Dior, at least that wasn’t borrowed from Sue I thought. Michael smelt nice his after shave was subtle. He was clean shaven and had big brown eyes which never seemed to leave me. I could feel his muscles as I held his arms and thought of Jon and his small body. I wondered if he was big everywhere and then told myself not to think things like that. 

The music slowed and Michael pulled me close to him. I could feel his breath on my face and shoulders and his chest against mine. His hands stayed on my back but he pulled me in really close to him. I felt his legs against mine and I thought I felt something else hard against me but dismissed it until he moved his hips a circular motion taking my hips and lower body with him. Then I knew I had felt his cock against me it felt hard but not that big. As we danced hips moving together I felt the bottom of my skirt riding up and suddenly remembered it wasn’t one of mine but the mini Sue had loaned me. I reached down and pulled the hem down until it felt right. It wasn’t long before I had to pull it down again and again. Michael was smiling and said in my ear “if you are going to wear a mini skirt girl you have to expect it to ride up now and again, so why not let it and pull it down when we stop dancing” I thought about it and it made sense to my now Gin soaked Brain. I left it alone after that but was aware that it had ridden up so my stocking tops were showing.

Michael was holding me tightly to him and it felt good. I could feel his hips starting to grind into me and his cock against my hips, his hands started to run up and down my back and he leant forward and kissed my neck. He made me melt as his lips gently kissed the skin under my hair. As he kissed he started to grind into me harder his crotch against mine, I hadn’t danced like this since I was a teenager! I had forgotten that my skirt had ridden up and was now showing the white skin above my stockings. Michaels hand went lower and started to stroke my bum. Kissing my neck all the time, then moving my head and kissing me on my mouth. My mouth opened as he kissed me and he slipped his tongue inside, something only my husband had ever done to me. I responded by running my tongue over his. As we kissed his hands went lower under my skirt, I moved my hand to try and stop him but he drew back and said “its ok I know you are enjoying this relax and go with it, relax and let me, relax and let me” 

I knew I should stop him and that it wasn’t the thing a proper married woman did but I was enjoying the attention and just nodded to him and he continued, rubbing his hands on my almost bare ass and thrusting his hips into me.

He drew back again and said “Hey I reckon you are hot and I think you are really getting into this aren’t you? You are a bit of a show off aren’t you? 

“What do you mean, yes I am enjoying the attention but I don’t think I’m a show off” I replied quickly.

“I think you are Marie. Just look down at yourself.”

I looked down and saw that my skirt was indeed over my stockings but it had gone higher and my thong was clearly visible and I hadn’t realised. I reached down to correct my skirt but he grabbed my hands and said “Only do it if you aren’t enjoying this Id like you to leave it where it is” it wasn’t what he said but the way he said it that made me stop pulling the skirt back down. My hands hovering holding the hem line.

“That’s it leave it where it is for me, look at some of the others they are the same, skirts all up and showing off, just leave it there.”

I moved my hands away and left the skirt. “That’s a good girl I knew you were a show off and I’m going to see how big a show off you are, I wonder if you are like Sue?”

“What do you mean like sue?

“Look at her over there, skirt up almost over her waist legs spread and her top all open”

Sure enough when I looked he described Sue’s position to a tee. And Marcus’ hands were all over her rubbing her tits and her pussy. It looked like she wasn’t wearing any undies at all. She was obviously enjoying the attention her eyes were almost shut and her mouth slightly open. 

I looked round and saw several other girls in a similar state tits out and skirts over their hips, some were definitely not wearing any undies. 

“Marie why don’t you take that silly thong off for me now, come on I know you want to, you want to please me I know. Sue told me that your hubby is useless in the sex department and that you need more”

I looked at him unsure what to do. I looked around again and saw all those bare pussies and my hands went to the string sides and started to lower them.

“That’s it girl do it, all the way down do as Michael tells you there’s a good girl. That’s it over your knees and kick them off”

I felt my foot lift as I kicked the thong off and he caught it in his hand. “MMMMM it’s all wet you naughty girl and it smells of sex”

He pulled me to him again and I felt his hand go between my legs and start to rub my pussy I was wet and hadn’t realised. His finger slipped easily into me and I knew I was gone and that I would do what he wanted.

“That’s it Marie give yourself to me; give me that body submit to me now become mine. You know I am going to do things to you that no other man has ever done, feel my fingers inside you feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter”

All I could do was moan as he slid that big brown finger in and out of me, I swear I could hear it squelching as he did it. Gone were the reservations I had I was giving in to this strange black man.

His other hand was busy too lifting my halter top up until it had uncovered my tits, his mouth clamping on to one of the exposed nipples making it erect, biting it gently between his teeth. Another finger joined the first going in and out of my ever increasingly wet pussy. 

“OHHHHHHHHHH don’t stop” was all I could say to him. “Don’t worry I’m not going to stop now, now take that top right off for me, do it now!”

I reached up and removed the halter top and gave it to him he threw it in to the corner on top of a pile of other clothes.

He pulled me to him again inserting fingers and sucking nipples and his left hand unzipped my skirt. He pulled that down and it dropped on to the floor. “Kick it off now!”

I did what he told me. He pulled away and told me to look at myself now. I was naked apart form the stockings and suspender belt and my heels that I had borrowed from Sue.

“That’s how I expect my girls to be when we are partying open and on show and of course available. Are you available Marie are you? Are you going to give in to me?”

“Yes Michael” I replied quietly “Louder say it louder now Marie” Yes Michael I will give in to you”

He shoved the fingers in and out harder and faster and deeper. “How do you feel Marie?

“I feel very dirty like a slut, naked in front of these people letting you finger me and tease my nipples”

“Ah yes Marie you are just like a slut aren’t you and you like being a slut don’t you, you will do things sluts do from now on wont you?

“Yes I will Michael please don’t stop doing that with your fingers please”

“What will you do for me if I continue will you take my cock out and worship it for me?”

“Yes I want to worship your cock”

“Look at Sue she’s worshipping Marcus, see her take it in her mouth see her hands feeling his balls, I want you to do that to me now!”

I got on my knees as he put pressure on my shoulders forcing me to the floor. He pointed to his zip and smiled. I pulled the metal tag down until it was unfastened completely. I reached in with my hand and found he was naked under the trousers, his cock was there semi hard and it felt huge, bigger than anything I had seen or felt before.

I pulled it out and heard him sigh. It was bigger than any cock I had seen and it wasn’t even fully hard yet. I stroked it in my hands and it started to grow and get harder. I needed both my hands to grip the smooth brown skin as I stroked it the head came in to view a purplish brown colour and so big. 

“That’s a lot bigger than that hubby of yours I bet?

“A lot bigger, yes Id say, it was twice the size of his, how am I going top deal with one this big.”

I was frightened by the size of it.

“Go on start to kiss it and lick it and then you can suck it like Sue’s doing to Marcus”

I took it in my hands and started to lick the head and then the shaft right down its length, feeling the veins with my tongue, it seemed to grow even more as I did this. Michael’s hands came down on my head and he lifted it until my mouth was level with the cock head. And then he pushed it in until I opened my lips and then it was in my mouth, only the 2nd cock I had ever had in there.

“That’s it suck it now take it in your mouth do as I tell you”

I took it in and sucked it I felt his hands move to the back of my head and he applied slight pressure and I took more and more sucking and using my tongue as I did. He was gentle to begin with but then he started to push more and more until I was gagging telling me “relax relax, relax.” I tried but it still made me gag then it slipped deeper and it was in my throat he was thrusting in and out now. “That’s it slut Marie do it, suck it”

I felt his cock start to jerk and the back of my throat was flooded with his thick creamy cum. He pulled out still spurting cum from the slit all over my face and tits. He told me to lick off his cock and lick as much off me as I could. When I had cleaned him he was still rock hard and he told me” Lift those hips up now raise that ass for me”

I lifted my hips and ass up and I felt his hands on me he fingered my now soaking pussy and said “ you have a lovely cunt Marie are you ready to become a black mans plaything?”

“Yes please yes please fuck, me please” I begged him.

He thrust his cock straight into me deeper than any cock had ever been and stretching me more than I knew possible, I felt so full and I came almost straight away. 

“Love that do we? Say it, tell everyone you love my cock tell everyone you love black cock, do it now”

“I love your cock I love black cock, I love black cock.

He started thrusting in and out harder and deeper his balls slapping against my bum holding my hips. “that’s so good Marie you are enjoying this aren’t you, your little white cunt is being invaded it will crave black cock from now on it will never want a tiny white dick again, you will become a slut craving more and more”

“Yes I’m a slut I love being fucked by black cock, fuck me harder.”

I had a momentary thought that he wasn’t wearing a condom but he thrust in again and I forgot all about it as a wave of pleasure hit me again and I came so hard.

His pace quickened and he trust deeper and deeper then I felt him tense and he pushed it in as deep as he could. I felt the shaft of his cock jerk and then I was being flooded with his cum. As he pumped it in to me I came again. 

I must have passed out as the next thing I knew I was on the couch at the side of the room and he was sat next to me stroking my legs and tits. He asked “Are you alright Marie? Was that good my little slut?”

“Oh yes I have never felt anything like it, I have never felt the guy cum inside me before and never cum as many times as I did.”

His hand slipped down on to my thigh and he started to stroke my leg all the way to the top I felt my legs open slightly and his hand was then on my pussy, it felt different somehow, then I knew what it was I had no hair there any more! It had been shaved. “Yes Marie while you were out of it Marcus and I told Sue to shave you. You are now a proper slut.”

What would Jon say I wondered but then he was away for a while maybe it would grow back. 

“You will be expected to keep it like this now and there will be regular inspections, if you don’t you will be punished. Just talk to Sue about it”

He pulled me up off the couch and went over to Sue and Marcus. Sue had his cock in her hand and one of his friends was behind her fucking her. 

“Marie I want you to get on your hands and knees again and suck Marcus with your ass this way.”

I got in to the position he had told me to and started to suck Marcus his cock wasn’t quite so big as Michael’s but it was still a lot bigger than I had taken before that night.

I felt Michaels hands on my pussy again and he was rubbing the juices on my ass then I felt him start to push a finger in my brown hole he was making shhhhhh shshhh sounds and then when he had opened my ass a little I felt something bigger at the entrance and his cock was going in I tried to say something but Marcus had held my head all I could do was make sounds,

The head was almost in, the pain was awful and then with a push it was inside and going in and out deeper with each thrust. He started to fuck my ass as Marcus fucked my mouth the pain became less and I found myself getting excited again and as he came in my ass I came too. I heard Marcus say “She really is a slut now, mikey, she will be good with sue, got a couple of good ones this time.

They continued to fuck both Sue and I all night and even shared me with a friend of theirs.

That is the story of how I started on the Black lifestyle.

I hope you enjoyed both parts of the story and I would appreciate constructive criticism

Is this true? That for me to know and you to think about.



How Did I Start This Lifestyle? Ch. 03



Thanks for the positive feed back from the previous 2 chapters.

As you will no doubt recall, Marie had gone to a Black & White party with her best friend Sue. She had met Marcus, Sues black lover and Marcus' friend Michael. Marie soon found herself doing what Michael wanted and a night of sex continued.

I woke around 9am the following day. I was still wearing my suspender belt, the black nylons attached were full of runs and covered in dried cum. Seeing these, I realised that what had occurred the night before was not a dream. This was confirmed when I went to the bathroom and saw my newly shaved pussy. I was a little sore and swollen; the whole area covered in dried love juices. 

I was starting to worry and feel guilty about what I had done, would I ever be able to face Jon again. Thoughts flowed through my mind. Jon had wanted me to 'go with another man', as he had put it. Would I have done this had he not kept on about his fantasy? Would I have gone the party if Sue had not told me about Marcus and showed me those photos?

I pulled myself together and told myself it was just a one off and that I would go back home and carry on as though nothing had happened. But could I? Visions of Michael, naked with that huge dick crept in to my mind's eye. Feeling him touching me, fingering me and finally taking me. I was getting excited by these thoughts. Without realising it my hand had wandered between my legs and I was rubbing myself. I pulled my hand away but my pussy was tingling and I knew I was wet, wanting relief. My hand slipped back between my legs and I half closed my eyes as those feeling intensified. 

Was that a noise I heard behind me? I quickly removed my hand and turned to see Michael standing in the door way. He was naked, his dick, semi erect and pointing towards me like a huge finger. 

"Hey girl, Glad to see you are up and around. How is my new little slut this morning? "

I blushed and put my hands in front of my pussy, I don't know why I did this after what I had done and shown everyone the night before. "I am ok thanks" was all I could say.

"I see that! Feeling in need again are you? He said stroking his dick with his hand. "I bet you want some more of this don't you?"

I blushed again and tried to move to close the door. He put his foot against the bottom and wedged it. He reached over, grabbed my wrist and pulled it towards his cock which had grown and was almost fully erect. "Come on stroke it, last night you couldn't get enough and I know you want more, I saw your hands just now and I can see you are getting excited!"

I felt my hand starting to stroke his dick, it felt so smooth and the skin was like silk, it jerked as I moved my hand up and down. Here I was in a strange house, almost naked, stroking a black cock. My mind in turmoil, wanting this man I hardly knew. Wanting his cock, thinking how much enjoyment I had received from it. My thoughts going from Jon the man I had married to Michael, who called me a slut. My world had changed and I knew it would never be the same again. 

I knew if I went home my thoughts would return to that cock and the feelings it gave me. I knew I would want more and more, but it was wrong I was married wasn't I?

"Hey that's more like it, go on stroke it more, get it really hard" he said, making me return to reality. I started to move my hand away but he moved with me his dick still between my fingers.

"Don't stop now Marie, I know you want it, crave it. You want to feel it possessing you again, like no other cock ever has, do it go on stroke it until it's really hard for you!

"Michael I…I…" I started to say. "Shhhhhh just do it there's a good girl, it feels so good, not just to me but to you too. You told me last night it was the best cock you had ever had."

"Yes and I was telling the truth, it is the best I have ever had, its just that I'm married and I made vows, oh damn you know what I mean."

"I know girl but you obviously had an itch and it needed scratching, didn't it? You know what they say about going black and never going back, now is when you will start to realise that it's true, Isn't it? You want more and I know you do, so just carry on, let's scratch that itch again shall we."

As he said it his hand slipped between my legs and started to do its magic on my pussy. I was slipping again and I knew I was going to be unable to resist, especially with his fingers making me feel so good. 

"OHHHHH" was all I could say to him. I tried to say please don't but all that came out was "Please…..ohhhhhhhhhhhh…..mmmmm" and I felt my knees buckle under me and I dropped to the floor. 

I didn't even notice the tiles covering the bathroom were cold and wet, all I was aware of were the feelings I had and the need to stroke and kiss that body, that cock.

My mouth was level with the head and I was kissing it gently, my tongue flicking out over the slit, I tasted the pre cum, leaking from the end, salty and yet at the same time sweet.

I was soon sucking this mans cock, like my life depended on it. I wanted to please this cock; it was all I could think of. All I wanted right then was in front of me and I licked and sucked like a woman possessed.

"Oh yeah do it, I love that my slut, you suck cock like you were born to do it, suck me deeper, see how much you can get in."

His hands slipped to the back of my head and he grabbed my hair, the harder I sucked the tighter he gripped, pulling me further on to that big brown monster. I had sucked my husband and boyfriends, but had never had one so big in my mouth. But it felt natural to me, I needed to do it, to swallow as much as I could but I didn't know why. His cock continued to grow in my mouth, filling it to overflowing, sliding it deeper into my mouth. Hard to breathe, starting to gag. In the throat now going in deeper. I gagged and as I did, it jerked a few times and started to spurt thick juice, swallowing now before I choked, swallowing it all. He then withdrew it slowly, still spurting, still sucking, and leaving my mouth with a plopping sound. Cum still pumping from it, my mouth, nose and cheeks covered in his seed. When it stopped, I saw it dripping from my chin down on to my tits and legs. 

"Oh yes, yes that felt so good, like a pro, you suck cock so well Marie. Now let's have some of that bald pussy, go on stand up, face the wall and hold the basin."

I did as he wanted. My pussy on fire, knowing it was soon to be full again, full of that wonderful brown cock. My legs parting as I bent to hold the wash basin. Not worrying that the door was still open and anyone passing would get a full display.

"OOO you naughty girl, you are leaking pussy juice everywhere. Tell me what you want, what you crave, what you can't get enough of."

I found myself begging him "fill my pussy with your cock, please fill it. I need your black cock so much. Pleaseeeeee fuck me, fuck me hard"

The head was already rubbing up and down, over my, already opening lips. With a thrust it was in and going all the way. Not stopping until it was buried fully inside me, as deep as last night and deeper than any other cock had ever been.

Moans started to come from my mouth "ohhhh, ahhhhh, mmmmm yes fill me up please Michael. I'm all yours please fuck me."

I had never used language like this with anyone before. It seemed the right thing to say and made Michael push harder. He soon adopted a steady rhythm pulling almost all the way out and then trusting it right back in again. Over and over it went in and out, like a huge steam piston. 

The feelings starting to become so intense, so powerful making me scream. "I'm cumming……oh yessssssss" 

I came so hard again, just like last night. As I screamed his cock went in faster and faster making those feelings build again. Again I was being taken towards another climax. I felt like I was in heaven, the feelings more powerful than any I had ever known. 

"Tell me you aren't addicted to it, that it's not the best you have ever had and I will leave you alone and never bother you again. But I know you can't. Your body is giving you away, my little slut. Its telling me you are mine and you are aren't you?"

"Yes, Yes Michael I am yours you know I am. I can't say no to you. I know that. Please fuck me, fuck me hard"

He started to ram in and out harder, faster and deeper grabbing my hips fucking me so hard. He carried and on, finally giving a final thrust and cumming, his cock in deep, filling me up. I felt the jets of cum hitting the inner walls of my pussy, something, I had never experienced with any other man. He stayed inside me filling me, not withdrawing until he had stopped spurting.

I collapsed in a heap on the floor, covered in perspiration and shaking from head to toe. Cum leaking from my still open pussy lips. Michael looking down, his face with a huge smile, cock still erect and shinning from our juices. 

"You are getting better slut. You took me then like you have been doing this for years. Your pussy is still very tight and grips me like a hand. I will get you to do some exercises to keep it tight. No one wants to fuck a slack pussy now do they? Let me help you up and take you to the bed."

"Thanks" was all I could manage as he lifted me in his arms and carried me back into the bedroom. I was feeling so weak, weak from the feelings and the power of him.

Reaching the bed he lay me down and said "I was going to get you to clean me up but seeing as you were so good I will let you off this once. Was anyone expecting you home this morning?"

"No, Jon's away for a few days on business, why do you ask?"

"I was hoping you'd say that. It will give us time to get to know each other and for us to explore your slutty side" He had a huge grin on his face and he winked his eye.

"I have to go home to get some different clothes and to get some undies"

"Didn't Sue tell you that once you become a slut you don't wear them any more. And what you wore last night is fine and what I'd like you to wear for me from now on"

"I can't wear things like that, I don't even own any clothes like those, Sue loaned them to me especially for the party."

As we were talking, the bedroom door opened and Sue walked in. "Hi Marie I see you have had a morning fix then?" smiling at me and pointing to my still open legs and pussy.

I just smiled back at her, not really believing she had just walked in on us. 

"I was just telling Marie that the clothes she wore last night are fine and that she has to wear similar from now on"

"Sorry Marie but Michael's right, I did try and tell you yesterday. You know what I am wearing these days, well that was as a result of meeting Marcus. Tell you what, you can have the skirt and top you borrowed as a gift to start your new wardrobe. I think you looked great in them and Marcus said you need to wear miniskirts to show off those very long legs of yours. Jon will like you dressed this way I know he will"

"I don't know, I'm not as sure as you about Jon and what will the rest of the family will say"

"You don't have much choice at present; you haven't got any other clothes with you."

I looked at her and Michael and realised I was in a situation I had no control over, I didn't have any other clothes with me and home was about 30 minutes drive away. I shrugged my shoulders in submission.

"I know I will have to wear them but I do need to go home soon, Jon will be calling in a couple of hours and I have to be there to answer or he will get very suspicious."

"Tell you what Marie I will drive you to your house and then you don't need to miss his call" Michael said looking at Sue as he said it.

"There you are" Sue said "Problem solved" to her that was it, all arranged. She was used to being dressed like this and not in complete control of her life. This was all new to me and was going to take time to get used to, if I ever did?

Michael said "Come on lets get dressed and then I'll drive you home, you can show me your house"

"I'm not sure about that, what about the neighbours?" I said panicking that he'd be seen. "I'm not worried about you being black, if that's what you are thinking, it's just what will they think or say if the see me with another man."

"Don't worry so much, it will be fine and what if they do see me? Are they going to tell Jon? I doubt they would, people don't like to get involved these days as you well know. As long as it doesn't affect them they don't care. Come on slip these back on" handing me the mini skirt and halter top. I looked at them and thought 'Oh' I had forgotten how small they were.

I slipped the top over my head, and slid the skirt up my legs and over my hips. Michael said" Here" and handed me another pair of stockings. "Put them on, they are clean and those you are wearing are full of runs" I didn't really want to wear stockings with this skirt as it was so short but I didn't want to upset him either, after all he had found them for me. I didn't even wonder where he had got them. I attached each one to the suspenders and adjusted them so that they didn't show too much under that skirt. 

"What would my mum say if she saw me now?" I laughed and so did Michael. "That's the attitude I want from you. You look just great and I think you like wearing them for me dont you?"

I said "yes I do" 

"Louder I didnt hear you"

"I said Yes I do like wearing them for you" and I meant it, I did like wearing them for Michael bec ause he appreciated me in them or so I thought.

I slipped my feet into the shoes I had worn and nearly fell over as they were so high. "Perfect" Michael said looking me up and down.

"Thank you kind sir" I replied. "You are welcome and I like the Sir bit" laughing hard as he said it.

We set off in his car, a huge black BMW. Sitting in the front next to him. Seeing him glancing over every now and again. The skirt having ridden up had almost uncovered my stocking tops. The darker colouring showing form under the hem. 

"Nice view" was all he said. That made me smile and say"Thanks"

I didn't even try to pull the skirt down; I knew it would only go up again when I moved. And no one would see me would they? I wasn't expecting what happened next. We pulled into a car park behind a shopping centre. 

"What have we stopped for?" I was nervous as several friends worked in the area.

"There's a shop I want to show you, maybe get you something, id like to buy you a present, a present for my little slut"

I wished he wouldn't call me that but didn't say anything, I didn't want to upset him, and he might have a temper?

After some persuasion I got out of the car, adjusted my skirt and walked towards the shops. As we walked Michael took my hand, something only Jon had done in recent years. I didn't object but was self conscious, walking hand in hand with a black man, wearing very little in an area I frequented often. I was trying to think which shop Michael meant, there were lots of clothes shops and a few department stores here. I soon saw where we were heading. The shop was not that big and I had only ever been inside once. Jon had taken me there to get some undies to wear in the bedroom. It was called 'SENSATIONS' and in the window were several very short skirts and dresses. Michael took me inside. 

"Hi Sandra, how's it going?" he said to the girl behind the counter. She was around 5'6 or 7' blonde and was wearing a tight royal blue dress; it was low cut and had shoestring straps. She looked as though she had been 'poured' into it. The top showed a lot of cleavage and I swear I could see the edge of her nipples where it was cut so low. She walked from behind the counter and I saw that it was also very short; in fact it barely covered her bum. 

"Got a new girl friend Michael?" she asked "She looks good, what do you want another make over?"

"I was hoping you were going to be in today, yes I want you to give Marie a new look, you know what I like. Better open an account for her to, I don't think this will be her last visit!"

"Ok. Come with me Marie" She led me thru a curtained doorway and into a large back room. There were rows of dresses along one wall and skirts along another. I saw shelves with underwear and racks of stockings of all makes colours and materials. I also saw a large display of shoes in one corner. I noticed none of the shoes had small heels; several looked like they would be impossible to walk in. 

"We will get to the shoes eventually, don't worry, we'll get you kitted out the way Michael likes. Known him long sweetie?" 

"No not that long" I said. Not wanting to tell her the truth. She guided me over to the dresses first and said "size 10 or 12 I would say. 36 or 38 bust?" I blushed and said "36c and am size 10 or 12 depending on the cut."

"Tall too, 5'9?" 

"No I'm 5'10 actually"

"A tall lady. Well the dresses and skirts we have will show you off a treat, black and red I think."

She took several dresses from the rack and laid them over the top. I noticed they were all made of similar material which seemed to shine in the overhead lights. 3 were black and 3 were different shades of red, a colour I had never worn before. She picked them up and took them to a dressing area in the corner. There were no curtains! I said "I can't possibly try these on they look far too expensive" making that an excuse as I was naked under the skirt and top.

"Its ok I know you are probably nude under them clothes, go on I wont look, try them on and see what you think."

I stripped and tried the first black dress, it was similar to the one that Sandra was wearing, very low cut and very short, it didn't even cover my stocking tops properly.

"Hey you look good in that, you really do. Michael come and see"

Michael came in to the room and looked me up and down "good enough to take anywhere" 

"She looks good doesn't she?" Sandra asked. 

"Yes Girl you certainly do" His eyes looking at my hem line and my neck line or rather my tits and legs!

I went through the rest of the dresses and they were all similar in length and cut, showing lots of leg and lots of cleavage, one even did show the pinkie brown top of my nipples. Michael liked that one best of all. 

I the tried several skirts on , the longest was still 6 inches above my knees and the shortest allowed my stocking tops to show completely and a stretch of white thigh too. This was a bright red silky material. Tight fitting too, it gripped my thighs almost like a 2nd skin.

Sandra suggested I leave that one on while she went and got shoes for me, size 5. She brought back several pairs for me to try. The first were black patent and had a 5 inch heel. She helped me off with my shoes; I noticed she took a quick peep up my skirt, which made me shiver. Again she called Michael in and asked what he thought. 

"Why don't I just stay in here and then I won't have to keep coming back and forth?"

"Ok" we both said in unison. I did a twirl for him and he made a 'WOW' noise. The next shoes were red and had a platform sole. I tried them on and nearly fell over they were so high. 

"Cum fuck me shoes" was Michael's comment and he said to get a couple of pairs

I ended up with 4 dresses, 3 skirts, 4 pairs of shoes and 10 pairs of stockings, mostly black with seams up the back. I had to do a fashion show for both of them changing in to each outfit and different shoes with each. I saw a bulge appear in Michael's trousers. And he started to smile at me.

I was wearing a black dress which showed a lot of tit and was short enough not to cover the stocking tops.

"Bend over and let's see just how short that dress is?"

"What here?" I asked feeling very nervous, knowing id show everything I had to both him and Sandra.

"Yes here just do it and don't argue there's a good little slut"

I bent over and sure enough showed everything.




How Did I Start This Lifestyle? Ch. 03



The both said "Nice View stay just like that"

I then felt hands on my ass and on my legs, 2 pairs of hands running all over me up to my pussy and back down to my knees. 

"I'm going to fuck you Marie right now so spread those legs there's a good girl. Before I knew what was happening he was in me again, fucking me, and in front of Sandra too.

I looked at her and saw her dress pulled up and her hands rubbing her bald pussy like there was no tomorrow. She was moaning loudly. 

"Go on Michael fuck her hard she looks like she needs it"

"Take it all Marie take my cock like the slut you are, I love this outfit it's a real slutty one, doesn't need to be taken off to sample the goods."

Sandra moved in front of me, her pussy almost at nose level. 

"Marie I want you to lick Sandra's cunt for me do it now stick your tongue in her."

My tongue came out as if it had a will of its own; I had never had sex with another woman before and certainly never in a back room of a shop. I licked her up and down and buried my tongue inside her lips. she tasted good better than I thought it would.

As Michael thrust in and out I felt Sandra's hands on my head pulling me into her, my tongue going right inside. she pulled me more and more into her until my mouth and nose were almost burried in her pussy. i licked and sucked at her pussy feeling her juices on my face.

As Michael Came, Sandra moaned loudly and started to shake, this sent me over the edge and I exploded too, waves of intense sensations running throughout my body.

"She eats pussy well" Sandra said "What's she like to fuck, still nice and tight?"

"Yeah nice and tight at present. Still got that book on pussy exercises?

"Yes here somewhere I will go and find it while I put all the clothes bags and set Marie up with an account. Enjoy yourself until I get back. I'm sure you will keep each other amused while I'm gone.

"Suck me while she's gone, there's a good slut. Do it nice and slowly, who knows you might even get it inside you again if you do a good job"

I spent the next 20 minutes or so sucking his cock until he told me to stop, bent me over and fucked me again cumming inside me for the 3rd time that morning. I was moaning all the time begging "Don't stop please don't stop, let me cum I need to cum for you, Please"

"Ok slut you asked for it" He pounded in and out harder and harder faster with each thrust until I screamed as another orgasm gripped me and I came and came. Screaming at the top of my voice. "Yes fuckkkk me"

He continued his pounding of my pussy until he suddenly stiffened and came again. I had never known a guy like Michael, Jon could manage twice as long as you gave him a rest. Michael had fucked me and cum 4 times in the space of as many hours and his cock wasn't even completely limp yet. I knew now I was going to be fucked over and over again and I didn't care I wanted it; I wanted Michaels cock up inside me. I was hooked.

Sandra came back in with several large carrier bags and she handed Michael an invoice, he told her "I'll settle this up later if that's ok with you."

We left the shop saying bye to Sandra and she said" Anytime you want to come in and try on some more clothes or maybe more then please do." She gave a broad smile and lifted her dress to show her still wet pussy.

We walked back to the car, slowly; the new shoes I wore took some getting used to, 6 inch heels and a 2 inch platform. I certainly got some funny looks from some elderly ladies sat on a bench.

I heard one say "Look isn't that disgusting, her wearing next to nothing and walking with a black, I bet she isn't fussy who she sleeps with, what a tart."

Michael just looked at her, glared and said "Quite correct ladies and I bet if you were younger you'd be the same and if you can remember back that far I bet you probably were." 

We continued walking back to the car leaving them on the bench red faced and open mouthed.

To be continued: When we got to my house. 

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How Did I Start This Lifestyle? Ch. 04



Thank you to all those people who have taken the time and trouble to send me feedback, most of which has been positive. I have received some negative feedback and to those people I ask why do you read these stories if you don’t like the topic?

Please see chapters 1 & 2

Brief summary:  Marie had been to the party met Michael and spent the night with him submitting to his advances. She had allowed him to take her ‘shopping' for clothes, where she ended up having an oral sex session with the shop assistant, Sandra.  Michael had bought her several outfits, all of which were short and skimpy. 

We reached the car.  Michael said “Don’t worry about what those old hags said, I think you look really good, you have a good body and it should be shown off”  I was still a bit shocked that they had made comments about me not being fussy as to  who I slept with. 

I settled into the seat, not bothering to try and hide my modesty, as the skirt rode up again, my stocking tops clearly on view.  My heels making it hard to stretch my legs out in front of me.

“That’s it girl, glad to see you aren’t being shy anymore, you will soon get used to wearing those skirts and you wont feel comfortable in anything that doesn’t show off those legs. Oh and by the way I expect you to wear stockings all the time now and I don’t want to see you in trousers, OK?

“What no trousers or jeans? I have several smart pairs that I think are sexy.”

“I said I don’t want to see you in them, if you wear them just don’t let me catch you.”  He made that comment with a glare on his face. I realised I didn’t want to make him angry, I didn’t know what he might do. And for some reason I knew I wanted to wear them to please him, something I had never done with any one else.

We drove to my home, a 3 bedroom modern house with a garden front and rear. It was positioned on an estate of about 150 similar style houses.  I saw a few of my neighbours walking towards the shops, the looks on their faces a picture as they saw me in a car with a black man for company.  My next door neighbour Ann was in her garden hanging washing out when we pulled up on the drive. Her mouth just dropped open and she stared as I got out, flashing my stockings and almost falling over on those new high heels. Michael came round and took my arm and guided me to the door.  I called out to Ann “How are you today? Nice day for drying.”
She was still open mouthed, staring a look of disbelief on her face.

I unlocked the door and went in. Michael stroking my ass, as I stepped over the threshold. Just that touch made me feel excited. What was it that this man was doing to me? I had to remind myself that until the day before I had been a faithful wife. I looked around inside the house and felt a bit like a stranger seeing things for the first time. The things in the house, although I knew all of them, somehow had changed and belonged to someone else.

“Nice house, your old man must be doing well?” 

“He’s not doing to badly, he just works too much and is away a lot.”

“Where is your bedroom then, my little slut?” I hadn’t planned on Michael staying long and when he wanted to know where the bedroom was I didn’t know what to think. 

“It’s upstairs on the left”  “Ok lead the way”

I walked up the stairs carefully, wobbling as I went up each step, my footing unsure on 5 inch heels.  We reached the main bedroom and I opened the door.

“MMMM very cute, like something from Laura Ashley” he said wandering around the room looking at everything.  He walked over to the wardrobe and opened it.  “Not much room for hubbies stuff in here is there” and laughed.

“No I keep meaning to sort it all out and throw things I don’t wear away. Just haven’t got round to 
It yet.”

“Oh I will help you do that right now, we can get rid of a lot of it by the looks of things in there.”

“What? Some of it is new and I haven’t worn it yet.”

“If it’s not sexy and short it has to go, you don’t want to wear things that aren’t sexy anymore do you?

He walked over and pulled me in front of a full length mirror. The woman staring back at me was a stranger, tiny skirt, top and more makeup than I would normally wear in a week.  I had to admit I almost liked what I saw.

“This is sexy”, pointing to my skirt. “This is sexy too”, pointing to my top.

I stood and stared as he took clothes from the wardrobe and threw them on the bed. When the wardrobe had been emptied of my clothes he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Ok let’s sort this lot out now shall we?” 

He went through all my clothes and put most of them in a pile. “Ok that lot’s not suitable anymore, Ok?”

“None of it? I can’t wear them anymore?”

“Not if you want to be with me, you look great as you are and I want you to wear things like you have on, that’s why I bought them for you.” He said as he stroked my leg.

“I like these skirts here; they will look good on you. Sue says your hubby will love the new you too, I hear he’s a bit lacking in the sex department.”

I blushed and said “She shouldn’t have told you that”   

“Admit it I am far better than any man you have been with, I know you can’t deny it”

I looked at him and knew he was right. Jon was a lovely guy but not anywhere near the lover Michael was and I nodded my head in agreement. He smiled, stood and started looking through drawers. I saw underwear being thrown to the floor, by the time he had finished the drawers were almost empty and there was a large pile of nylon and silk on the floor.

“There we are all sorted, I like that you have several suspender belts(garter belts) and so many pairs of stockings, you must secretly want men to look at you, I can always tell a slut in stockings.  Now put those new things away and then you can change into this little blue skirt I found and wear that white top there.”

I did as he said. I then picked up the pile of clothes and underwear and took them in to the spare room placing them on the bed.

I went back and found him naked on the bed, his cock erect and looking menacing.  “Come and give me a blow job, if you are good I will fuck you.”

I climbed on the bed and straddled him, hiking my skirt up as I climbed over his legs. I bent forward and started to lick the shaft and head, slowly as I knew he liked it that way. I sucked the head, using my tongue. Tasting pre-cum, I sucked more and more in to my mouth and then felt his hands reach around. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head down, making me take more and more.  I wanted to please him; I wanted to have him in my mouth.  

“That’s it whore, go on suck me deeper, take me in. swallow my cock. You will soon get used to having a black cock in your mouth and you will crave it.”

I was falling and I knew it. I knew my life would never be the same again, I knew he was right and I would crave more. Sue had said as much to me before the party and I dismissed it as a fallacy. She had told me she thought the same way as I had about black men. Him calling me names gave me a thrill and made me horny. If Jon had said those things to me I would probably have slapped his face.

I bobbed up and down on his meat, sucking and stopping and sucking and stopping. He was almost fucking my mouth and I loved it.

As I thought he was about to cum he stopped and pulled my head away. “Here sit on my cock now slut.”  I climbed on to his cock and lowered myself, feeling that head stretching my opening again. Feelings starting, wanting more and more. Looking down seeing the black against my pale skin, seeing my lips stretched around his shaft. Not caring that he was bare inside me. Just wanting him to fuck me. I wanted him to do it again and again, not wanting to lose the thrill of having it up inside me.

I came, shuddering and screaming. “That’s my little slut cumming for her new master”

That was the first time I had heard that word from him and it made me tingle. I didn’t know why after all it meant he had control. I had always been in command of my life but that had changed when I met Michael. He knew it too.

He then pushed me on to my back and lifted my legs, thrusting that cock back in to me. Bringing me to another climax. I came and came with him riding me. He suddenly thrust in hard and filled my pussy with his thick cum. “Take it all slut, take my cum in that married pussy, that hubby of yours wont know you when he returns, your pussy all bald and stretched. I doubt he will feel you or you him, isn’t that good. It means you will want more black and the more you have the more you will want”

“Now suck it again, clean of all our juices and make it really hard again.” I knew that meant he hadn’t finished.  I had fucked a black man in my marriage bed and I didn’t feel that guilty, the feelings Michael aroused were to over powering.

I sucked and lick and licked and sucked until he told me to stop.  “Right now get on all fours and give me your ass, you want me to have that don’t you?”

“Yes” was all I could say, I wanted him in me, in my ass, I wanted to be used by him. I can’t explain why I had these feelings, I just knew I had them and that Michael was the answer to them.

He gently pushed the head into me brown hole, feeling it being stretched bigger and bigger, feeling it almost tearing me and then it was in and the feelings overwhelmed me again and I came with a scream. Screaming “MICHAEL DON’T STOP I’M YOURS TAKE ME ALL”

“Oh yes, whore, give me that ass, tell me what you want what you need, tell me you need black cock and only black cock, tell me what you are now. Tell me you are my slut.”

“I need cock, I need black cock and only black cock, I am a slut now, your slut to use” I hardly recognised the voice saying those things, things I had never dreamt of saying in a million years, but here I was being ass fucked and screaming them out loud. But I meant them and I knew I was his. I was Michaels, I was his Slut.  I know knew what Sue had meant when she had said she had never felt the way she did when she was with Marcus.

“Take that cum in your ass now” He thrust in harder as he said it and I felt jet after jet filling my hole and I came again harder than ever.

“You are going to be a good slut” he said grinning “you will learn to be dress, look and act like a slut and not just when you are with me, but all the time and you will love doing it.”

“Yes Michael I will, I already love what you are doing to me, and I want to please you so much.”

“Go and clean yourself up and bring me a cloth so I can wipe my cock off, I will let you off cleaning me this once.”  I knew he meant that sometime I would clean him with my mouth after anal sex and I shivered, thinking about it, but I knew I would do it to please him. I knew I would do something so revolting just to show him I was his.

I went and showered, dried and powdered myself and went back to find him. Laid out on the bed were a black mini skirt and a black top, a fresh pair of stockings and suspender belt and on the floor were the red platforms. I went to the drawer and took out a thong, one of three and the only knickers left there. 

“No underwear for you, you have to earn the right to wear that, ok?”

I put the thong back, went to the bed and started to dress in the clothes laid out; as I did I heard a click and saw a bright flash, a Camera! Oh no he’s got me on film now.

“Hey look at me, smile and show the camera your body.”  All I had on was the suspender belt and one stocking.  My tits and pussy clearly visible, the latter swollen and red from the fucking earlier.

“Put the other one on and then get on the bed and pose for me” I did as he said and got on the bed. 
Jon had tried to get me to pose form him a few years before and we ended up laughing so much that we never got any photos taken. But this time I knew it was different. I posed, open legged, open mouth, pussy lips spread, bent over with my ass in the air and even sucking a vibrator Michael had found in a bedside drawer. 

“Now you are completely mine, I have the pictures to prove it, what would little Jonny say about his slut wife now, and what about mummy and daddy? But you don’t care do you slut?”

I looked at him and shook my head “No I don’t” 

To be continued in chapter 5. Thanks for reading this; I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.









How Did I Start This Lifestyle? Ch. 05



Hi to everyone. Thank you for the votes, and the positive feedback. I am pleased that the majority want to hear more of Marie.

Marie was continuing being taken deeper into submission by Michael. He had brought out this side of her since meeting at a party. Her wardrobe was being changed, gone the more conservative clothing, instead she was being dressed in, what previously; she would have considered ‘SLUTTY CLOTHES.’ Giving in she allowed herself to be changed, to be used, photographed and to admit she wanted more! How far would Michael go in changing her? Would Marie continue her submission and what would her Husband say when he discovered the truth?

As I lay on the bed, in just stockings and suspender belt, my pussy shaved, red and swollen. I wondered what Michael was going to do with the photographs? I hoped he would keep them for us to look at, together. Something at the back of my mind told me that this wouldn’t be the case. I thought about the pictures of Sue and Marcus and of some of the magazines I had seen in my adult life. Would others see me like this?

“What are you thinking about?” Michael asked, as if reading my mind.

“I was just wondering about the photo’s you took and who will see them”

“Don’t you worry your pretty head about that, they are mine to do with what I like, and maybe I will show your white wimp what you do when he’s away. I have them now and that’s that.”

“Would you really show others, Jon included?” I asked, dreading the answer but knowing what it would be.

“You bet your ass I would! You had better be nice to me and be my slut, hadn’t you?”

“Oh please Michael, tell me you won’t, please?”

“Continue the way you are going and everything will be fine.”

I knew I had no choice and just mumbled my answer” Yes”

“That’s right slut you know you have no choice, just like sue has no choice either.”

I wanted to continue with Michael but I was being made to, given no choice. I would have preferred the decision to be mine, but realised that it was all part of my submission to him. Allowing him the ultimate power, he controlled me and my life.

He threw the black mini skirt and top at me “Put these back on now”

I looked at them, thinking ‘A few days ago I would have been so embarrassed to wear anything like this and now look at me.’

I slipped the top over my head, the material rubbing my nipples as it slid down, making them hard.

I pulled the skirt up over my thighs and hips again noticing it clinging like a 2nd skin. My nylon clad legs looking longer than ever due to the skirt length.

While I was dressing Michael walked into the spare room. I wondered what he was doing and went to find out. He had found a black bin bag from somewhere and was busily filling it with the clothes on the bed. I had secretly hoped he would leave them and that I’d be able wear them when Jon returned. 

“There we won’t need them anymore, will we? I know a charity shop that will be very grateful for these. I doubt if some of this has been worn more that a few times.”

“Some of them are new; I haven’t worn them at all!”

“And you won’t ever wear them now will you? Don’t think of these as ‘yours’ now, they belong to someone who no longer exists as a person!”

I knew he meant what he said and that I would have to come to accept it. Jon would back soon and he would get a real shock, I hoped he liked the new me. He had, after all wanted me to dress in a similar way for along time and it was him that had the fantasy about other guys. I just didn’t know what reaction I would get when he realised I was a black mans slut.

“Right, Marie, get me some food and a beer there’s a good girl.” I just nodded and went down stairs into the kitchen. 

I walked past the telephone and saw the message indicator flashing red. Pressing the button I heard Jon’s voice.

‘Hi darling, I have finished the job here well ahead of time and will be home in a few hours.” The machine told me the message was timed 10 am that morning. I looked at the clock on the wall, almost 2pm.

“I guess he will see the new you a lot sooner than you thought” Michael said from behind me.

“I suppose he will.” I replied.

“Well, at least you won’t have to long to wait, will you?” Michael grinned “I have your old clothes here in this bag, so you can’t change back, it’s either this or nude, your decision.”

“I hoped I’d have longer to get used to the new me but he has to see me like it sooner or later, the sooner he does the sooner I will know what he thinks.”

“You do like the new you, don’t you, Marie?”

“I think so” I replied unsure what to say.

“You told me earlier that you loved it! You look so good, so slutty; you want to obey and please me, don’t you?”

“Yes you know I do Michael, I have done everything you have asked.”

I looked in the full length mirror in the hallway and again saw a stranger looking back at me. Even my face looked different. Heavy, dark eye makeup and bright lip gloss. Definitely a stranger!

Entering the kitchen, I heard my platform shoes on the tiled floor ‘clack clack’ I was still finding them a little awkward to walk in.

Michael asked for a sandwich to go with his beer. I took it to him, at the breakfast bar and as I placed it down his hand was under my skirt. His fingers finding my exposed pussy, making me moan. I knew I would let this man do anything he wanted. I didn’t move and stood there next to him, my legs parting to allow access.

Looking out of the patio doors, I saw Ann again, she was trimming a shrub and at the same time looking in my direction. I think Michael saw her and said “Lets give nosey a show, shall we?” He then hiked my skirt up so I was fully exposed, pussy, ass and stocking tops.

Ann was staring hard; I don’t think she could believe what she was seeing. The previously moderate neighbour, Marie being treated in such a way by a strange black man. She stood there watching. Michael positioning me, in such a way she could see his fingers working my pussy. I couldn’t believe what was happening; her watching was getting me so excited. 

“My, my, aren’t we getting wet, you like being watched slut?

“Mmmmm yes”

“Thrust your hips forward”

I did as he asked. Hips moving, forward, on to his fingers. I arched my back, exposing even more.

“Feel your tits now, show her how hot you are.”

I did that to, my eyes half closed but seeing her watching. The black fingers, still, doing their magic. I felt my self climbing, about to cum and gripped the breakfast bar. Michael moved his fingers faster and I came. 

“Oh god” was all I could say over and over.

“I think the bitch enjoyed that as much as you did.”

I looked again and saw Ann had her hand on her crotch and appeared to be rubbing herself. When she saw us looking she flushed and ran back inside her house.

“There you are slut another public show, you are really getting into this.”

I had to admit I had really been excited, by being exposed and watched as I gave my pussy to him.

“Tell me how you feel”

“Horny, never felt so excited.” I said breathing hard.

“Good, you are going to be just what I need.”

He ate his sandwich and told me to go and sit on the settee in the lounge. I did as he said. 

As I sat, my instinct was to cross my legs. “Nice view from here. I love seeing a slut in a tight skirt her legs crossed showing herself.”

Sat in this position, my skirt had ridden up and not only were my stockings and suspenders clearly visible, so was my pussy. I knew this was how it was to be from then on. The material of the top kept rubbing against my nipples and I could feel a breeze against my bare skin at the top of the skirt.

“You look every inch, the slut now, Marie. How do you feel?”

“I feel fine actually.”

“What do you feel like, Marie?” he asked again.

“I feel like a slut” I answered, knowing it was what he wanted to hear.

“You are, Marie. You are.”

Just then the phone rang, I answered, and it was Sue. “How’s it going Ho?” she said, laughing. “He sorted that wardrobe out yet?”

“Yes he has, how did you know?”

“Same sort of thing happened to me when I met Marcus.”

“I don’t know if I would have gone to that party if you had told me everything!” I said.

“Yes you would, you were wet when you looked at those photos of him and I and its no good denying it.”

“Yes Ok, I was. But I didn’t know then what was going to happen as a result.”

“Are you unhappy with it? I doubt you are. You seemed very willing and eager this morning.”

“It’s just that…”

“Just what? You only wanted a bit of fun? You said yourself that Jon was lacking in the cock department and that he didn’t get you hot any more.”

“I know, I know. I just didn’t expect things to go this far so quickly.”

“Tell me you don’t like it then?”

“No I do. Just like you said I would. It’s just happened so fast.”

“No time to think then. You have done it now and I know you won’t look back.”

“I hope you are right.”

“Yes, you know I am. I wouldn’t have taken you if I didn’t think it would be good for you. How has he got you dressed?”

I described what I was wearing and also the other things Michael had bought.

“Hot, we will have to get together soon and have a fashion parade. Anyway Jon isn’t due home for a while so you can get used to it.”

I explained the message on the answer phone. “Oh well, better sooner than later. I think he will like the new you.”

“You are probably right; he was always saying he wanted me to show more”

“Well then, just enjoy. I know you love black cock, I heard you begging for it a few times.” She laughed said good bye and hung up.

Michael said “I am going now slut” He came over Kissed me full on the mouth and rubbed my tits. He took the bag of clothes, opened the door and was gone.

‘He didn’t say when I’d see him again’ I thought about what he had done to me and hoped it wouldn’t be too long. I knew I wanted to continue this.

Around 4.30 I heard a car in the drive. I went to the window, half expecting it to be Michael. It was Jon, what would I say or do?

He walked in and dropped his bag, He saw me sat in the lounge and came in. He stopped, his mouth hanging open. Staring at me, my clothes, and my legs.

“God what have you done?”

“Don’t you like it? You wanted a new me, well now you’ve got one.”

“It’s just a surprise that’s all. Stand up and do a twirl and let me see.”

I stood, twirled and stood, waiting for his reaction.

“Wow, looks good, skirt maybe a bit short but its good.”

“I’m glad you like it because this is what I am wearing from now on.”

“What? All the time?”

“Yes, all the time”

“Why, you didn’t look bad before?”

“You wanted me dressed like this and I decided I like the look.”

Ok a joke is a joke, now go and change, I’m too tired for sex anyway.”

“Who said anything about a joke? I have only got clothes like these upstairs now. I have given all my other things to charity.” I said, telling almost the truth, well they had gone to charity hadn’t they?

“I don’t believe you”

“Go look for yourself if you don’t!”

He ran up the stairs and I heard “Oh god, what have you done?”

I went up and found him staring at the bed. I could see why he had made that exclamation. There, on the bed was the new blue skirt and some stockings, both covered inn cum. Obviously Michael had left them on the bed. Deliberately or not I didn’t know. He did know that Michael was coming home but not when.

Jon picked the offending items up and thrust them at me. “What have you been up to?”

“I went to that party with Sue”

“And?”

“I’m sorry I met someone there.”

“I guessed that, from the stains, I know what they are!”

“You wanted me to fuck someone, god knows you have said it often enough!”

“Yes but it was a fantasy wasn’t it?”

“You kept on and on about it, I thought you were serious”

He threw the clothes at me and stormed out. 

I heard his car door slam and then he was gone.

I sat there not know what to do, he had told me so many times he wanted to see me dress more sexy and that he wanted me to ‘go’ with another guy. At least he hadn’t asked who!

The phone rang again. “Jon is that you?”

“No. Hello slut. Why did you think it would be that white wimp?”

I explained what had happened and said “I don’t know what to do”

“Get your as over here now, that’s what you need to do.”

“I can’t what if he comes home?”

“Ok I will come over to you and no arguments.”

I tried to say ‘no’ but he had rung off. 

“Oh god what do I do if he comes over and Jon comes home”

I called Sue and told her what had happened and asked her for help.

“Let Michael come over, after all you did say you wanted to be with him and he will help you out, I’m sure.”

I sat there on the bed. The tears started to roll down my face. I knew I couldn’t do anything then. I had to wait and see what would happen and hope I could talk to Jon. He had wanted to see me ‘fucking’ another guy. He had said it so many times.

Michael arrived after 10 minutes and just walked in. He came over put his arms around me and held me.

“It’s ok. You might be my slut now but I will take care of you to.”

“Thanks” I said tearfully.

He started to stroke my hair and then to kiss my neck. I looked up at him and he was smiling at me. He lent forward and we were kissing. The kissing being more intense and we were soon on the settee. He was soon tugging at my clothing, my top coming off and my skirt was pulled up over my hips. He was still moving around and then I felt his cock at my pussy and he was in me. I had told my hubby I had seen another guy and he’d stormed off and what did I do? Fuck the guy again.

He fucked me hard and long until we both came. He told me “There that’s what you needed wasn’t it? It’s all you need and you know that.”

“Yes it was wonderful, thank you. Please stay with me, don’t go please.” I begged.

“Ok I will stay, I know what you need.”

“Oh Michael” was all I could say.

I lay there, almost naked in his arms. He gently stroked my skin, making my nipples tingle. His hand slipped between my legs and stroked, the cum, inside me still leaking out. I loved his touch and didn’t stop him when he inserted his finger in my ass. I moaned and opened my legs wider. He soon had me open and inserted a 2nd finger.

Before I knew it, I was astride him lowering myself on to him as he guided his cock into my ass. “Yes whore fuck my cock with your ass, let me stretch you wide, beg me for it go on.”

Please, Please, Please.” I begged as I took him deeper. His hands, on my hips pulling me. Forcing his cock deeper.

I rode him, bouncing up and down as if riding a horse. He stretched me wide and I loved it. I was in heaven.

Just then I heard a noise and looking round saw Jon standing there. He was crying but not moving. Michael grabbed me, flipped me and was in me again. In my pussy again.

“Look she’s getting what she needs, what she craves. She loves black cock, ask her and she’ll tell you.”

He stood there; I saw the tears rolling down his cheeks. I tried to stop Michael but he was so strong I couldn’t.

“Watch the slut go on Jon watch her take me. Watch her she loves it.”

As I looked at Jon, Michael continued to fuck me, my body starting to respond to his thrusts.

I tried so hard not to but I found I was moaning and started to push back at him as he drove his cock in to my pussy

“Oh, god, yes, yes.” I heard myself say. I looked over at Jon and he hadn’t moved he was watching. Watching me, take a black cock. 

“What does it do for you Jon, does it turn you on? Tell me go on?”

Michael continued to fuck me and ask Jon what he thought, how he felt. I felt him grab my hips and bury himself in me as he came.

I looked at Jon and he was smiling now, the tears drying on his cheeks. But he was there smiling. Watching me being fucked by another guy. He was actually smiling. 

“Yes Jon look at her, I’ve just filled her with cum and she wants more don’t you, Marie?”

“Oh yes” was all I managed to say I was still so horny, Jon watching me had got me so turned on, especially when I saw him smiling.

“Tell me, Jon what do you want?

I heard a tiny voice saying “Fuck her again”

“What Jon?”

“Fuck her again”

“What do you think of her Jon, tell me?” Michael continued badgering him, trying to humiliate him.

“She looks good. She looks like a slut. I want to see her used like one.”

I could hardly believe my ears; he was saying those things about me, wanting me to be used, treated like a slut.

“Yes, Jon she is a slut, my slut and you remember that.” He said as he got his cock back into me again.

To be continued:

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How Did I Start This Lifestyle? Ch. 06



Marie - How I got into this Lifestyle – Jon's Standpoint

Hi to everyone. Thank you for the votes, and the positive feedback. I am pleased that the majority want to hear more of Marie. 

Marie was continuing, being taken, deeper into submission by Michael. She had given in to him and now her husband, Jon knew. This was what he had wanted after all, wasn't it? The story continues. Let's, first go back and look at things through Jon's eyes: 


Jon had arrived home at around 4.30; his business trip had been concluded early. He was looking forward to relaxing and maybe spend some sexy time with Marie. He was glad to be home, it had been a long, hard trip, and he was exhausted. Food and bed and then spend that time with Marie!

On entering the house, he found Marie sat in the lounge. He stopped and stared at her, she had changed. Gone the conservative woman he had known before his trip. The woman sat there now, was dressed like those in men's magazines!

'What's happened here' he thought.

"God what have you done?" he said, still staring at her, seeing her legs and breasts exposed.

"Don't you like it? You wanted a new me, well now you've got one."

"It's just a surprise that's all. Stand up and do a twirl and let me see."

"Wow, looks good, skirt maybe a bit short but its good."

"I'm glad you like it because this is what I am wearing from now on."

"What? All the time?"

"Yes, all the time"

"Why, you didn't look bad before?"

"You wanted me dressed like this and I decided I like the look."

Ok a joke is a joke, now go and change, I'm too tired for sex anyway."

"Who said anything about a joke? I only have clothes like these upstairs now. I have given all my other things to charity."

"I don't believe you"

"Go look for yourself if you don't!"

Jon ran up the stairs, entering the bedroom he saw clothes strewn on the floor and on the bed. All new looking but crumpled. He saw a blue skirt and some stockings; they appeared to be stained, 

'What the?' He said to himself. The stains looked like semen, cum. 'Surely not' picking up the items and confirming what he thought.

"Oh god, what have you done?" he said staring at the bed and those clothes.

Marie entered the room. 

"What have you been up to?"

"I went to that party with Sue"

"And?"

"I'm sorry I met someone there."

"I guessed that, from the stains, I know what they are!"

"You wanted me to fuck someone, god knows you have said it often enough!"

"Yes but it was a fantasy wasn't it?"

"You kept on and on about it, I thought you were serious"

Jon didn't know what to do or say, He threw the clothes at Marie and left. 

Getting in his car, he drove off. 

'I know, I wanted this but it was just a fantasy, wasn't it? The idea of Marie doing it with someone was a real turn on. I never expected her to act it out.' 

Marie was right! He had kept on and on about her doing it, almost like an obsession. The idea had formed in his mind after reading 'reader's letters' in some men's magazines. He had found several web sites with stories about wives with other men. They had excited him and he had told Marie. He had told her he wanted to see her with another man. Not just once, either, but several times. Now she had done it! How did he feel? 

He had been shocked when he saw her in that tiny skirt and top, sat showing her legs, she was even wearing his favourite things, stockings! He had always had visions of her in short skirts and skimpy tops. This was his vision.

He had left the house because he wasn't sure what to do or say to her. He needed time to think, to discover his feelings about what she had done. 

He drove, not knowing where he was going. He found himself in a familiar road, outside a familiar house. It was her friend Sue's house He pulled into the driveway and sat there a while.

'Why did I come here' he wondered. He knew it was Sue who had taken Marie to the party. He needed to know more, more about what happened.

He rang the doorbell and waited. His head so full of thoughts he didn't notice the door open. 

"Hello Jon" he heard her say. "I think I know why you are here, Marie has just called me. Come on in and have a drink, you look like you could do with one.

"Hi Sue. I'm sorry what did you say?"

"Come on in, I'll get us some drinks"

He followed her in, hardly noticing that she too was wearing a mini skirt and tight top. They went into the lounge and he flopped into a chair.

He watched her as she poured brandy into the glasses. She was wearing a very short bottle green skirt and her white top was very tight and low cut. He had never seen Sue dressed like this. 

'Why was she dressed like this? Could this be why Marie had changed?' 

"Here you are, drink this and then we can talk. I think I know why you are here; I suppose part of me was expecting to see you. You want to know what's going on, don't you?"

"Thanks" he said taking the glass from her. He drank, the liquid warming him as it went down. He didn't drink much but the brandy was helping. 

Sue sat opposite him; he couldn't help looking at her legs, as she crossed them. He saw that she was wearing stockings. This made him think, again about Marie. 'Who had made these 2 women change so much?'

"Ok" Sue said. This made him focus.

"What's going on Sue?"

"Are you sure you want me to tell you? You ought to ask Marie really, I'm not certain I should say anything."

"Look, I went away and she was Marie and I come back and I hardly recognise her, she has changed and so have you for that matter."

"Yes I know. We have both changed. I think we have discovered another side to personalities. Marie has told me a lot about the two of you, don't worry I haven't said anything to anyone else! We did talk about sexual fantasies and when I told her about Steve's, and mine she told me yours. She was surprised when I told her that Steve had the same one."

"Really, I thought I was weird or something. I mean I have read those magazine letters and read stories on line. I thought they were all made up but I'm not so sure now."

"Now you know that there are real people with those fantasies, wanting to see their wives with other men. I thought Steve was joking, as Marie did with you at first. He even went into chat rooms and discussed it with others and he got several offers!"

"Oh, I never realised there were chat rooms about it"

"Several. He told me about them and I found myself thinking about it, wondering what was said in those rooms. I found a few and was soon chatting to several guys regularly. Steve didn't know at first. I then told him and he sat with me as I chatted, some of the conversations got quite steamy. Steve was really turned on by it all and when a guy suggested I meet him Steve was all for it!"

"Really he wanted you to meet him?"

"Yes he did, he even sent the guy my photo!"

"No way"

"The guy said he really did want to meet me after seeing that, I didn't realise at the time but Steve sent him one of me taken at that party at your place."

"What the Vicars and Sluts party we had at new year?"

"Yes."

"You hired that outfit you said"

"I had most of it here; Steve had bought most of it for me. Anyway, I thought about it, Steve kept on about me meeting him and so we arranged it."

Jon was finding out that he didn't really know Steve and Sue at all. He received another shock then.

"The guys name is Marcus and we arranged to meet him at a night club 'The Scene' you know the one?"

"Yes I have heard about it, isn't it in the Black area of town?"

"Yes it is and yes Marcus is Black. He is from the West Indies. We went to the club and met him, he was lovely and charming, Steve and I had a wonderful night with him; Steve kept asking me if I fancied him. I did and I told him. Marcus seduced me that night and we ended up back her having sex, Steve had got his fantasy and I was getting sex like I had never had before."

"I don't know whether to believe you or not, this sounds like one of those magazine letters."

Sue stood and went to the tall pine dresser in the corner. She removed a pack of photographs and handed them to Jon. He opened them and saw Sue, in a red dress, cut to her mid thigh and showing a fair amount of cleavage. He went through the sequence of pictures seeing Sue with this black man. She seemed oblivious to the fact she was being photographed, they got progressively steamier. The last photo was of sue and him and he had one hand up her dress and the other feeling her breasts.

"God, what did Steve say about this?" indicating the last photo.

"He took them and has had a few copies made. I have others too, taken since. I don't know if you would want to see them though."

Jon had forgotten about the reason he had come Sue. "Id like to see them, if you don't mind me seeing that is?"

"You asked to see them, you and Marie are the only ones who have seen these, apart from Steve and Marcus that is."

She handed him some other wallets. These were black and marked 'private pix' He had seen an advert for this company, they developed erotic photos,

He flicked through them; they showed Sue with Marcus, her in various states of dress or undress. The next wallet showed them together in sexual poses, his hands all over her. The other wallets were similar; eventually he got to the last one. This showed her sucking his cock and him licking her pussy. They then showed him with his cock about to go inside her pussy and then a series of them having sex.

"Bloody hell" was all Jon could say; over and over, he said it.

Sue was watching him as he looked at the photos and it was obvious to her that they were turning him on, judging by the bulge that had appeared in his trousers. She saw him go back through the last pack and she was sure now he was aroused, there was the tell tale 'tent pole' in the front of his trousers.

"You seem to like those photos?" she said smiling at him.

He looked at her, blushing trying to cover the fact he was getting horny. He moved in the seat, hoping she hadn't noticed. The smile on her face showing that she had! He put the photographs on the coffee table.

"I have been seeing Marcus for a couple of months now and Steve knows all about it. He has watched several times."

"He doesn't mind? Silly question I suppose he took these photos"

"Yes silly question. So you see that your fantasy is someone else's reality."

Jon came back to earth with a bump then. "Marie, where does she fit into this?

"You will have to ask her yourself Jon; I don't think I can tell you anymore."

"Just tell me one thing, please. Is the guy she was with at the party Marcus?"

"No, he isn't the guy." She told him a half-truth. Marie had been with Michael. She didn't count the two of them together with Marie.

Jon sat and thought about everything. He kept glancing at those pictures on the table and they were hot! He wanted to know about the party but it was obvious Sue wasn't going to say anymore.

He said "thank you" to her for the drink and for talking to him. "I wont tell anyone else" he heard himself say then.

"Ok, you go and see Marie now and talk to her, I am sure she will tell you everything. 

Jon drove around for a while, sitting in a park, thinking about Marie and her new look, those cum covered clothes and those pictures of Sue and Marcus. He had to admit to himself they were hot and Sue had looked good with him. He realised he was one of those wimpy husbands he had read about! He was sure there were lots of others just like him. He knew someone who was, his friend Steve.

He drove home slowly, not really concentrating on the journey. He found himself in his road and then pulling on to his drive. There was a strange car there, a Black BMW. Marie had visitors; he didn't know anyone with a BMW, not a flashy black one anyway.

He went in to the house; it was quiet or was it. He heard a low noise coming from the lounge. He walked in and saw Marie with a big black guy, he knew it wasn't Marcus, he didn't recognise this guy. She was astride him; it was obvious he had his cock buried in her ass. She had never let him do that! He stood there watching his wife bouncing up and down on him, moaning and obviously enjoying it. He moved forward, his eyes fixed on the couple; his leg hit a table sending a lamp and ornament crashing to the floor.

He saw Marie look towards him and then the black guy looked to and at the same time, he pushed Marie off and flipped her, opening her legs and sliding his cock into her pussy.

The black guy said "Look she's getting what she needs, what she craves. She loves black cock, ask her and she'll tell you."

Jon felt the tears running down his face, he was sad she hadn't told him and also that she had let this stranger have her anally. However, he was transfixed by the sight of them together.

"Watch the slut go on Jon watch her take me. Watch her she loves it"

Marie was moaning "Oh, god, yes, yes."

"What does it do for you Jon, does it turn you on? Tell me go on?" The black guy was looking straight into Jon's eyes.

Jon felt the tears stopping and a feeling starting between his legs, he couldn't stop himself from being turned on. He was watching a black guy fucking a beautiful woman, the woman just happened to be his woman. 

"Yes Jon look at her, I've just filled her with cum and she wants more don't you, Marie?"

"Oh yes"

"Tell me, Jon what do you want?

Jon heard a tiny voice saying, "Fuck her again" he hardly recognised that it was his voice saying it.

"What Jon?"

"Fuck her again"

"What do you think of her Jon, tell me?"

"She looks good. She looks like a slut. I want to see her used like one." Jon was mesmerised by the sight he wanted to see her fucking this guy. He was living the fantasy, the fantasy he had thought of for so long.

"Yes, Jon she is a slut, my slut and you remember that." 

He continued to watch this man and woman together, fucking and sucking. He found himself rubbing his crotch. He was already hard, he rubbed and it didn't take long before he came, He was wet and sticky, but he was still hard.

He realised life would never be the same again and that the future was no longer a certainty. He didn't know what would happen to him, to Marie or to her and the Black man.

To be continued... 

Thanks for all the comments.  



How Did I Start This Lifestyle? Ch. 07



Marie was continuing being taken deeper into submission by Michael. He had brought out this side of her since meeting at a party. Her wardrobe was being changed, gone the more conservative clothing, instead she was being dressed in, what previously; she would have considered ‘slutty clothes’ Giving in, allowing herself too be changed, used, and photographed, and to admit she wanted more! How far would Michael go in changing her?

Jon had watched her submit to Michael and even encouraged him. What next for Marie?

Marie could not believe that Jon was watching her being taken by this Blackman. He had actually encouraged Michael to fuck her. Michael had smiled and plunged his cock back inside her. Marie knew she was hooked, the feelings she was getting every time that black cock plunged in and out were stronger than ever. She had never been fucked like it before. Now Jon, her previously loving hubby, had told Michael to fuck her again and he had. He didn’t seem to mind that she was being filled with this mans sperm. 

When Michael withdrew his cock from her, she felt their combined juices spill from her pussy and seep down on to her ass. She looked over at Jon and saw he was staring, his eyes glued between her legs, he seemed mesmerised by what he saw. 

“There you are Jon, that’s what Marie needed a real man to fuck her. Of course you realise she will never want a puny white dick again, don’t you?”

Jon stood, still staring and just nodded his head.

“Ask her Jon; ask her what she needs, that’s if you can stand to hear the answer! Tell him Marie he doesn’t seem to be able to ask you himself. Tell him what you need, go on tell him” Michael had raised his voice as he said it, demanding her to say it, demanding her to tell her husband she wanted black cock.

“I’m sorry Jon I didn’t want you to find out this way but Michael is right. I love sex with him, it’s like I never knew what sex was before, and I haven’t been able to say no.”

“She will want more and more black cock Jon, that’s what she’s trying to tell you.” Michael said in with a domineering voice.

Jon was speechless but Marie saw that he had a wet patch at the front of his trousers and knew that he had got excited and cum. She had seen him do this once before when they were watching a sex show on a holiday to the Far East. She knew then that he had been excited by watching her and Michael. She wasn’t sure how she felt knowing this, knowing her husband had cum watching her having sex with another man. This wasn’t the reaction she had expected, even though it had always been a fantasy for Jon. She wouldn’t have done it in the first place if he hadn’t kept on about it, would she?

Jon looked at Marie and said” its ok darling. I was the one who suggested this and wanted to see you with someone else and the sight of you and he fucking was incredible. I have always wanted to see you with another man and my fantasy has come true.”

Marie was now the one to stare, not believing what she had heard her husband say. 

She couldn’t believe he had enjoyed it, this couldn’t be normal. She thought he can’t think much of me if he’s happy that I’m cheating on him. 

Michael had dressed and was walking towards the door. “Don’t worry Marie, you will see me again soon and make sure that pussy of yours is ready for me. Oh by the way don’t go looking for your old clothes the charity shop loved them” and then he was gone.

Marie looked at Jon, the tears welling in her eyes. She had done what he wanted and she had loved it. What did that make her? Yet it was Jon who had wanted this. He had wanted her to ‘go with someone else’ as he had put it. Nothing was going to be the same again.

“You looked incredible.” he said to her

“You really got off on that didn’t you?” she asked

“You know I did, it’s a fantasy come true. I know that you might find that weird but it’s true.”

I don’t know what to say to you, Jon. You have just seen me having sex with a black man and all you can say is ‘it was a dream come true’, it makes me wonder what you really think of me, most men would be throwing me out now and calling me all the names under the sun. I just can’t understand you!”

“I’m sorry Marie I can’t help how I am, I loved what I saw, and I know it might make you think I’m weird but I can’t help it honestly. I have always loved watching sex on films and in magazines and when we saw those sex shows in the Far East I knew I wanted to see you with someone else.”

“Don’t you mind at all, not even about the fact that Michael is black?”

“No I loved seeing his dark skin against yours and his cock is so much bigger than mine, I often wondered if it was fact or fiction about them. He laughed as he said it.

“What sort of man are you Jon?”

“I am sorry Marie I can’t help how I am”

“I don’t know what to say to you Jon, I really don’t. I wasn’t expecting this reaction, even if you did keep on about it being a fantasy.”

Marie got up and went and showered, there was no sign of Jon when she returned. She called his name but got no answer. Had he gone? 

She looked at the clothes hanging in her wardrobe and felt butterflies in her tummy as she realised she didn’t have any choice but to wear these, either that or spend more money on getting her old style back. She handled the new clothes and thought to her self. She did like the way they made her look and feel. She had always been a bit of a show off and now she had clothes to do that. She thought about Jon again, on checking, she found the house empty he had gone. ‘Maybe he was angry after all?’

She went back and lay on the bed, exhausted she fell asleep.

“Was that the phone?” She asked waking from her slumber.

She looked at the clock and saw that she had slept for 6 hours and it was starting to get dark outside.

Reaching over she picked up the handset and answered. “Hello?”

“Hi there it’s me” it was Sue her best friend. “How are things? Jon was here a while ago and told me what had happened. Are you Ok?”

“Yes fine but confused.” Marie explained what had gone on and the way that Jon had reacted.

“I have chatted to a few girls on the web and they say that their hubbies were the same. Most said that they played with their little dicks as they watched their wives fucking. So it’s not as unusual as you think.” She paused “It sounds to me like you have a green light to carry on”

“I hadn’t thought of it like that, I was a little upset that he was happy I suppose. I expected some anger at least.”

“Well most guys would be I suppose but as I said it doesn’t sound that unusual a reaction, judging by what I was told on line. There are even chat rooms for white guys to chat to black men about wives and others with similar topics. I will show you if you come over.”

“I don’t know what to do; I feel I ought to wait for Jon he may want to talk about this.”

“Leave a note and tell him where you are or call his mobile and tell him you are coming over to chat to me”

“Ok I’ll be over in a while and thanks I need to chat to someone about this.”

“See you soon Marie, bye”

“Bye”

Marie climbed out of bed and dressed. She had forgotten all her old comfy underwear had gone until she opened the top drawer. Thongs were all she found and ended up slipping a sheer black one on. It just covered her bald pussy, which was visible through the thin material.

She went to her tights drawer but could only find stockings, mostly black or very dark brown. There were a few suspender belts and she chose a black one to match her thong. Her Bra’s were all gone too, in their place were sexy and tiny ones. Not the practical ones she was used to. Her tits needed the support though so she again chose a matching one. It barely covered her nipples.

A black top and skirt finished the outfit. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled she actually liked what she saw. Michael was right they did make her feel sexy, but did they make her look sexy or slutty she wondered.

‘Oh well’ She said to herself ‘I don’t have much choice it’s either this or something similar. I wish he’d left my jeans!’

Marie decided to walk to Sue’s house as it was only a few minutes away. It was dark now and the streetlights were on. At least there won’t be too many people around she thought.

A few cars passed her as she walked, several had sounded their horns, and the men driving had waved. One had even shouted to her about giving her a lift. That hadn’t happened for a long time!

It took 5 minutes more to walk to Sue’s house; she didn’t know this neighbourhood very well as Sue had only lived there a few weeks. There were many cars parked on the road and most looked like they would fall apart if you went to close! When she had visited before she had driven. She hadn’t noticed these things then. 

Sue opened the door as Marie was about to press the bell. “Hi come on in and be quick I’m chatting to someone on line. I told them you were coming over; I think you might be interested in what’s being said.”

Sue took her into the lounge and Marie saw two chairs pulled up to the computer. Sue hurried and sat at the keyboard and began typing. Marie sat and saw she had told the other person she had arrived and was next to her.

The other person had a screen name of Sub Wife and from the screen it looked as though her and Sue had been chatting for a while.

Marie noticed that the topic of the chat was black dominant men wanting submissive white women. Sub wife’s real name was Ann and she had told Sue that she was ‘into’ black men in a big way. 

Reading the conversation, Marie thought that it could have been her chatting to Sue. The story sounded so similar to what had happened to her. Except Ann had been seeing black guys for ages and had left her husband to live with one.

She described how he had changed her from a housewife into a slut and how much she loved sex with him and his friends. She even described in detail what had occurred in a bar. She told Sue that she had gone there with her guy and he had insisted she wear no underwear and that several guys had fingered her while she sat at the table. She ended up going into a back room and having four of them use her, she had ‘sucked and fucked’ them and she had loved it. 

Sue asked her about her husband and Ann had replied, “He loved to watch, when he could and he encouraged me all the time. He loved me being a whore. He bought me loads of outfits to wear, most make me look like a cheap hooker but he liked me like that. He wasn't happy when I moved out though."

Marie was thinking to herself, ‘Maybe Jon isn’t so strange after all?’ She looked at Sue and saw that she was sitting with her legs spread, which made her skirt rise up. Marie saw that one of her hands was under her skirt. She appeared to be rubbing herself.

As the conversation continued and Ann described how she was being used, Marie found herself getting excited, again she looked at Sue and saw she was really rubbing herself and her breathing was becoming faster and deeper. Seeing her friend rubbing herself made Marie even more excited and she could feel herself getting wet. Instinctively she spread her legs a fraction to make herself more comfortable. This made her skirt ride up and now her stocking tops showed.

Ann was telling them about a party where she had been stripped to stockings, garter/suspender belt and made to stay like it for an entire weekend.

There were about 20 black guys at the party and they had all fucked her at least twice. She had fucked so many she was sore and could hardly walk. She hadn’t known many of the guys but had let them have her and none of them used protection. They had used her anally and orally as well and she said she had loved it all.

Reading this was making Marie and Sue very horny, they both sat with their skirts hiked up, rubbing their pussies. The room smelt of their pussy scent and neither could take their eyes from the screen. 

Sue suddenly said “Touch me Marie; please rub my pussy I need it rubbed. Please finger me please.”

Without thinking about it Marie reached over and began to rub and finger Sue, she was very wet and her clit was swollen and hard, almost as she touched her, Sue came and screamed. Marie felt juices leak as Sue closed her legs trapping her hand. Marie’s fingers slipped inside the wet hole and she began to stroke the inside walls, exploring her friend and making her squirm.

Sue looked at Marie, she leant forward, and they kissed. Her hands started to explore between Marie’s thighs and soon they were lost in each other’s pussies. Marie came, followed quickly by Sue for a second time. Sue quickly typed a message to Ann and said goodbye and said to Marie "lets get naked and enjoy ourselves." With that, Sue stripped and turned as Marie was slipping her top off. Sue unzipped her skirt and slid it down Marie’s legs, she pulled the thong to one side, and started to kiss and lick Marie’s pussy, Marie almost fell from the feeling and the fact that her shoes were so high. She kicked them off and grabbed at Sue’s head pulling it on to her pussy even more. Sue licked, sucked, and fingered Marie until she let out a scream and came. She held Sue there until the feelings subsided. She pushed Sue back, spread her legs, and started to return the favour. Licking, sucking, and fingering her. Her spare hand, grabbing tits and nipples. Sue was moaning loudly, begging Marie to do it harder, to shove her fingers in deeper and to pull her nipples harder. They were lost on each other, enjoying each other’s bodies and finding ways to give more pleasure.

Marie woke to find herself cuddling Sue’s naked body, they were still on the floor, and both covered in their love juices. It had been incredible. Marie loved sex with Sue almost as much as she did with guys; Sue was special and a very good friend.

They lay together for ages, not saying much. Suddenly Sue asked “What time is it?” when Marie told her it was almost 9.30pm she screamed and said”Oh god I’m late, I’m supposed to be meeting someone at 9.20 I didn’t realise the time had gone on”. She stood and reached for the phone, Marie could hear the phone ringing and then she heard it answered. Sue was apologising and saying she’d be there as soon as she could be. Marie heard the guy on the other end say “On the way go and get your friend Marie, Michael is here and wants you to bring her too”. “Are you sure about this?” Sue asked. “Just do it and maybe I won’t get to cross about you being late. Sue hung up.

“What was that about I heard some of what he said?”

“I have to meet Marcus and should have been there at 9 and now he says Michael is there and wants me to bring you.”

“What was that about being sure about this?”

“I was just asking if he was sure about picking you up that’s all.”

“Oh come on Sue, we have known one another long enough now. Please tell me what’s going on?”

“Ok they are at a private club; it’s a place where anything goes. I was supposed to go there, meet Marcus and several of his friends, and ‘entertain’ them. Have sex, fuck them, you know.”

“Oh and now I am supposed to go too?”

“Marcus said Michael wants you there, sounds like you are going to be ganged too. Are you ok with it? I can always say I couldn’t get hold of you.”

“I have nothing to go home for and if I don’t go Michael wont like it and it sounds like it might be fun.”

“I loved the first time I went with more than one guy it was wild being taken at both ends.”

“Will the clothes I have be ok?”

“Yes fine, except loose the bra and thong, you won’t need them, they won’t be on long enough to matter, and you don’t want to loose them completely and have to get some more, do you?

“Ok let’s get ready and go then.”

To be continued:



How Did I Start This Lifestyle? Ch. 08



Marie was continuing being taken deeper into submission by Michael. He had brought out this side of her since meeting at a party. Her wardrobe was being changed, gone the more conservative clothing, instead she was being dressed in, what previously; she would have considered 'slutty clothes' Giving in, allowing herself too be changed, used, and photographed, and to admit she wanted more! How far would Michael go in changing her?

Marie's best friend sue had got her into black guys and now she had received instructions to take Marie to a private club where, her guy Marcus and Marie's new black lover, Michael were waiting.

Sue had explained to Marie 'It's a place where anything goes. I was supposed to go there, meet Marcus and several of his friends, and 'entertain' them. Have sex, fuck them, you know.'

'And I'm supposed to go as well? Marie had asked her friend.

'Marcus said Michael wants you there, sounds like you are going to be ganged too. Are you ok with it? I can always say I couldn't get hold of you.' Sue had said wondering if this was a step to far for Marie, after all she hadn't been into this for very long. Who could blame her if she wanted to back out now?

'I have nothing to go home for and if I don't go Michael wont like it and it sounds like it might be fun.' Marie replied, thinking to her self if she didn't go Michael would want nothing to do with her and she did love being with him, the sex was so much more than she had ever experienced.

The story continues:

Marie looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a tight black mini skirt and a red halter top. Sue was right; she thought the bra doesn't look right, I can see the outline of it. She flipped the top over her head and undid the new front fastening bra she was wearing. Slipping it off and replacing the halter top. The red was a vibrant scarlet, not the sort of thing a lady would wear she remembered thinking as she had tried it on in the shop. But was she a lady any longer? 

Again she looked at her reflection and saw that the top now hugged her like a second skin. 'Sue was right, it looks better without a bra' she adjusted the halter straps and the material rubbed against her nipples, at once they were erect, thrusting through the red cloth. As she adjusted it she noticed that her tits were visible, not only at the front but also at the sides. 'I think Michael will like this' she said to herself. She turned her attention to her skirt. She moved her legs and stood in different positions and she thought she could see the outline of her suspender belt and her thong. 'What had Sue said about losing the thong? Something about it not being on that long?' she looked again and decided to remove it. She tried to slide the skirt upwards over her thighs but it was too tight and she finally reached around and unzipped it, sliding it down and stepping out of it. She again looked in the mirror. Her long legs were encased in sheer black nylon. 'Just what Michael likes' she mused and decided to leave them and the suspender belt in place. She slid her fingers in to the string sides of the black thong and slid that down, kicking it off with her foot; it ended up in a tiny heap on the floor. She slipped the skirt back on and adjusted it in the mirror.

She was ready to go, she grabbed the brush from the dressing table and began running it through her shoulder length brunette hair. She noticed her hand was shaking slightly as she did it. She was nervous about going to the club, about what would happen. 'Would Michael really get her gang banged?' Her hands might have been shaking but between her legs she felt a tingle, she knew her body was giving her signals and that it was looking forward to the evening.

"There that's better?" she asked Sue

"You look great, every bit the white slut that Michael wants you to be. What about me?" 

Marie looked at her best friend. She was almost wearing a bright red mini dress. The material had a shine to it, looking almost as though it was wet. The top was low cut and showed ample cleavage. The hem line just showing a glimpse of the lace top stockings under it. Sue looked taller than normal; looking down Marie noticed red platform shoes. She had never seen her friend in them before but they did go with the dress. It made her look slutty and Marie wondered if she ought to get some like it, after all that was what she was becoming, wasn't it?

"You look great" she said to her friend, smiling and still looking her up and down. "I like the new shoes as well"

"Thanks, Marcus took me to a fetish shop that specialises in these sort of shoes. He said they help create the woman he wants me to be. I am glad you like them. Maybe you ought to get some too?"

"I was just thinking that" Marie replied laughing.

Sue turned and said "Come on then sexy lets go and see the guys. We can get a taxi just down the road." 

The two friends walked out and down the road to the taxi rank. Marie could feel eyes staring at them as they walked. It was quite busy at this time of night, people going for meals or to the pub. As she walked she was aware that her high heels made her bum wiggle and she wasn't too surprised when she heard a guy say 'corrr' as they walked past. "If he only knew where we were going and why, I bet he wouldn't have done that?" she said to Sue.

"Probably not but who cares what others think anyway? I certainly don't. As long as I feel ok then to hell with anyone else's opinion."

"Damn right" was Marie's reply.

They found an empty taxi and gave the address of the club to the driver. Marie noticed he was using his mirror to get a better view of them, so she did something she had never done before. She moved in such away that as she sat on the rear seat her skirt rode up, her stockings clearly visible and she hoped that he liked the view.

The girls looked at one another and then at the eyes in the mirror and they burst out laughing. 

The drive to the Coffee and Crème club only took a few minutes. The club was in a side street and the entrance was lit by bright neon lights. The sign outside read: Private Members Only.

Sue went to the door and rang the bell. A section of the door was pulled back and a face appeared. A black face with deep brown eyes stared at the 2 girls, saying nothing but viewing them from head to toe. Sue told the face that they were there to join Marcus and Michael.

Marie heard bolts being undone and the door opened. Stood in front of them was a Big Black man, he had to be at least 6'6" and it was obvious to both the girls that he was a body builder, the muscles were clearly visible. He said "I'm Clyde follow me"

They followed Clyde up some stairs and he took them into the bar. Marie could see a small dance floor in the centre of the room and what appeared to be large settee type seats around the edges. There were several 'couples sat on these seats. She noticed that most of the woman were white like her and Sue but that all of the men were black. Strange rhythmic music played through the sound system and the air was filled with a blue haze which smelt like incense. 

"Seems quiet" Marie said to no one in particular. 

Clyde said "It's early yet, most people get her around 10pm"

Marie saw Michael and Marcus sat at the bar and they motioned the two girls over.

"Here you are at last" Marcus said to Sue. "If you hadn't been here soon I might have had to punish you!"

He grabbed her and pulled her to him, kissing her hard and shoving his hand under the hem of her dress.

"MMMMM just how I like you stockings and bald pussy, just right for the evening we have planned."

Michael followed his lead and grabbed Marie. His hand slipped up under her skirt and he smiled as he found that she too was naked under it. He slipped his finger in to her pussy and said to Marcus "She's soaking wet already" They both laughed. Marie went red but she was enjoying the fingering she was getting. She just wasn't used to it happening in view of others yet.

"Has Sue told you about the club and what happens here?" he asked 

"She has mentioned some of the things that go on yes" Marie replied looking around to see if anyone was watching. She noticed a couple of guys staring in her direction and when they saw her look they smiled and winked at her.

"They know what you are doing here" Marcus said to both of them. "Who knows they may even get to sample both of you later."

"Marie let me tell you what the club is all about, come with me and let's get a comfy seat shall we?" Michael took her hand and led her to one of the large seats. As she sat she held her skirt so it didn't ride up too much. Michael saw this and slapped her hand gently. "Its ok you don't have to do that, it doesn't matter how much you show! They have seen it all before anyway, well maybe not yours but you know what I mean. When you are here with me Id like you to be relaxed and if your skirt or top shows you off then its ok. Do you understand Marie?"

"Yes I think so. Sue did say that you'd want to show me off I'm just not used to it that's all."

She removed her hand from the hem of her skirt and sat on the seat. It was quite soft and she sank into it a little. This caused the skirt to ride up and her stockings and suspenders were visible.

"There that isn't so bad is it?" Michael asked smiling and looking at her long legs. "I really like your legs in black nylon; it makes them look so sexy and very long." He had placed his hand on her upper thigh and was stroking the nylon. "So soft and smooth I want you in these all the time is that understood?"

"Yes it is and Yes I will do as you say" she replied meekly.

His hand continued to move up her thigh and he was soon probing between her legs, forcing them to open. "That's it don't resist let me do it to you, open a bit more let the dog see the bone"

Marie felt her legs parting as his hands rubbed and massaged her, his hand slipped over her stocking tops and she felt a finger against her lips, the finger slid easily in between them. "My, my, aren't we wet down here" he said as his finger slid further inside her. She felt her body shudder as he entered and her legs opened further, wider to allow him access.

His finger was soon joined by two others and he started to finger fuck her. She closed her eyes, the feelings washing upwards causing a small moan to slip from her mouth "MMmmmmmmm"

"There see, you wanted that all along didn't you?"

All she could do was say "MMmmmmmmm" She loved it and had completely forgotten where she was. 

Michaels other hand found its way to the side of her top and it slipped inside. He found her nipple, erect already he rolled it between his fingers. He wanted to get her really turned on, really ready for what he and Marcus had planned. If it all went well she would be his for good, unable to leave him unable to refuse him anything. He hoped the other room was ready and that Marcus had set everything up.

He knew the bed was there as he had used it on a previous night. It was the video and camera system Marcus had installed that worried him. He hoped it would show everything and he meant everything! He knew Marie was almost ready to go further, he just needed to make sure and tonight he would have all he needed to do that.

Marie felt her pussy on fire and she knew she was going to cum, she couldn't prevent it the feelings were too strong. The fingers were those of an expert, they probed and touched all the right places; she felt them everywhere her pussy giving itself to them, her nipples craving their touch. She came loudly on Michaels hand and he felt her juices run.

"Oh god" she uttered as wave after wave washed over her; she was totally unaware of her surroundings, unaware of the eyes watching her as she moaned and withed on Michaels hand.

"That was what you need wasn't it Marie?" he asked her when she had finished.

"Oh god that was so powerful I haven't come like that before" she said truthfully.

"I'm glad but hopefully that will be the first time of many tonight. That is if you want more of course. Do you want more Marie?" He looked her straight in the eyes and he knew she was his; at least she was right then.

"Come with me"

"I thought we were staying in the club" she said confused.

"We are, just going next door that's all, come on you'll see what I mean in a minute."

He led her into the other room. She saw the bed in the centre and it was huge big enough for several people. The room it self was decorated with cream walls and had a tiled floor. There was no other furniture in the apart from that bed. She knew then what Michael planned or she thought she did. She didn't see the hidden cameras though. Michael thought that Marcus had done a brilliant job with them.

"Ok" he said "we may as well go and get a drink until everything is ready."

She took his hand and followed him back into the bar. He handed her a drink the barman had already made and she took a long drink. It was very strong and she could taste the gin in it. 'Oh well I may as well I think its going to be a long hard night' she thought to herself'

As she sat she was aware her skirt had ridden up again but instead of pulling it down she did what Michael had wanted and left it there. She looked for Sue and saw her and Marcus with 3 other black guys. They were sat on one of the large seats. The guys were taking every opportunity to touch Sue, one hand was already under her dress and another was feeling her tits. She was obviously enjoying the attention as she was laughing and throwing her head back a lot.

"Good a few of the guys are here now; we can soon get the show on the road so to speak." Michael said looking over to where Sue and Marcus were. "She's really into this now" he said pointing at Sue.

"Isn't she just" Marie replied looking again at her friend as one of the guys parted her legs with his hands. Marie could see everything the lace stocking tops and Sue's bald pussy. The hand went straight to it and began to rub and probe. Marie couldn't take her eyes away from the scene. She was, mesmerised watching her friend surrender herself. As she watched she was aware of Michael's hand taking hers and leading her to the seat opposite Sue and Marcus. She saw three more guys arrive and make there way to the seat Michael was leading her there. As they got there Sue let out a loud groan and it was obvious she had cum.

"Let me introduce Marie" she heard Michael saying. "Marie this is Leon, Vic and Clyde." Marie said "hello nice to meet you all." She saw that the one called Clyde was, in fact the guy who had met them at the door. He winked at her. Michael said "Sit down with the guys Marie, let them get to know you."

Marie looked again at Sue her legs were spread wide and one of the guys was between them obviously licking her while the other 2 were squeezing her tits and trying to slip them out of the dress. Marie sat and noticed that Clyde had moved from the end so that she sat next to him. On her other side was Leon and Vic. The guys were giving her the once over from head to toe. She saw that her skirt was again over her stocking tops, but who cares she thought to herself.

Clyde made the first move he turned towards her and started to ask "What do you think of the club" as he said this he slipped his hand on to her leg. 

"I haven't been here long enough to decide" she said.

"No first impressions?" his hand sliding higher up her leg.

"Its seems nice, so far"

"Good,Good and what about the other room?

"I'm not sure yet, all that's in there is that bed."

"What more is needed" he asked with a smile.

"Nothing, I suppose" she said feeling his hand going under the hem of her skirt. She flinched slightly as she felt another hand slide in to her halter top and start to grasp her tit, then one slid in from the other side and she realised that Vic was now behind her.

The hands were gentle but firm making her body rock as they massaged her. She felt Clyde prizing her legs open and then the hand was at her pussy, she was being treated just like Sue. She was powerless to stop it, even if she had wanted to, which she didn't at that moment.

The hand between her legs expertly found her clit and was kneading it between thumb and forefinger; the hands on her tits had found her nipples and were doing the same. She was being well and truly worked on.

Michael looked at her and saw the far out look on her face. 'Good she getting into it well' he thought to himself. 'Not long now and she'll be begging for anything'

Clyde slipped his fingers inside her and began to move them around, at the same time using his thumb on her clit. He really wanted to turn this tall woman into the begging slut she needed to be. Who knows he might even be able to get her to work in his club, it would need discussing with Michael. They had done this sort of thing before with another one of Michael's conquests and he was sure Marie would fit in well. 

Before she could cum the three of them stopped. She hadn't seen the signal from Michael. They took her hands and led her to the other room. 

Slow sensual music was playing and the guys were demanding she dance for them, she hadn't danced for anyone other than Jon before and her hubby had been so turned on he came before he even entered her properly. She hoped it wouldn't with these guys but she had a feeling that they would cum when they were ready and not before.

She danced in time to the beat and began to swirl around and around, there were chants for her to strip and so she began to do what they wanted. Her hands went to the back of her skirt and slowly undid the zip, she tugged the skirt down, somehow managing to do it in time with the music, loud cheers went up as she kicked it off and they saw she was only wearing stockings and suspenders. Then she flipped her halter top off and shook her tits at them. They seemed to like this.

'This is fun' Marie thought to herself. She then saw Sue being brought into the room and she Joined Marie dancing. The men cheered again and demanded Marie strip Sue for them. She didn't have a problem with this and got behind her and unzipped the red dress, allowing it to fall to her ankles. Sue stepped out of it and she too was naked apart from hold up stockings.

The atmosphere was full of sex and Sue reached out and squeezed Marie's tits and then her hand found its way between her legs, Marie did nothing to stop her friend instead she opened her legs and thrust herself on to Sues hand. The men all clapped and cheered. There were 8 in the room, including Marcus and Michael but they were the only two who weren't also stripping off. Soon the men were naked like the girls, they separated Marie and Sue and started to dance with them, hands were everywhere and mouths were on nipples sucking and biting, Marie found that Clyde had come straight to her and he was again using his fingers on her pussy while 2 hands felt her ass and 2 mouths ate her nipples, she felt Clyde slip another finger inside her. 

"That's four inside you now, before I'm finished you will have my hand in you and I'm going to make you love it."

He frightened Marie a little but there was nothing she could do. She opened her legs wider and let him do what he wanted. She was getting high, high on sex she wanted it to go on and on.

Clyde suddenly stopped and Leon took his place, Clyde moved behind her, she wondered what they were doing, Clyde's hands came from behind her and spread her lips wide. Leon took his hand and started to insert his fingers. "Go on Leon stick them in her, get her ready for me!" she heard Clyde yelling. Leon soon had four fingers in her and then he started to work his thumb in twisting it around and around until he was able to push his whole hand inside her. Once he was in Marie came so hard she shook and screamed. 




How Did I Start This Lifestyle? Ch. 08



"The bitch likes it, do it some more, really open her up" She heard someone shout and Leon pushed more into her until he was buried beyond his wrist, he then proceeded to fist fuck her. 

As he did this she became aware of something probing her ass and felt Clyde's dick trying to enter her. 

"Bend forward slut" he shouted "Leon don't you dare stop"

Marie did what she was told and she felt something wet slapped on her ass, it was cold and she realised it was probably KY. Then the dick was back and being forced in to her, she didn't feel too much as Leon was still fucking her with his fist but she did feel some pain and moaned. The guys took this to be from pleasure and began to do everything a lot harder and faster. Soon she had Clyde's dick buried all the way inside her she felt full.

She quite liked the feeling of his dick in her ass and the hand in her pussy and wondered what it would be like to have a dick in both holes, she thought shed probably find out or rather she hoped she'd find out. They continued to fuck her in unison filling her so deeply; she was almost in a state of continual orgasm.

"Look at her, she a natural." Marcus said to Michael.

"Yes she seems to love it all; these guys'll certainly test her limits tonight."

"She's almost as good as Sue who's done it before. Look at her with a cock in every hole; she really is getting to be a whore now."

Michael looked at her and said "Well that's what you wanted isn't it a new whore?

"Yes but I'm not sure if I want to go down that road with Sue I think she might be a bit more special than that, at least for a while."

"I know what you mean; I think Clyde would like Marie for himself, who knows I might exchange her for that Blonde he got last week. Are the camera's recording ok?"

"I checked and they're fine, you'll have all you need to get her to do anything you want."

They stopped doing things to Marie and pulled her on to the bed, she was told to mount Leon, Clyde got behind her and then they fucked her. Meanwhile Vic had gone to her head and was busily feeding his cock into her mouth. Clyde was able to slide his cock straight back in and it felt good, he could even feel Leon moving in her other hole. She was moaning loudly. And she was even trying to writhe in time with them.

"Ohhhhh MMmmmmmmm" was all Marie could say as they all pounded her she felt like she was being split open but she didn't want to stop she wanted more. She would have been begging if her mouth hadn't been full.

Sue could see her friend was getting the full treatment and she knew Marcus and Michael's little secret, she had been filmed and photographed on her first visit to the club that was one reason she had recruited Marie, although Marie didn't know.

She had done similar things on her first visit and then Marcus had shown her the film and the photos. She was horrified when he had told her he would show everyone she knew if she didn't do exactly what he wanted and that included getting others involved. When she looked at Marie, she wasn't too ashamed, she did seem to be enjoying herself. Then she felt herself being entered and was lost as the cock began to do its work inside her pussy.

Marie was fucked again and again by the men all of them cumming inside her holes, filling her until she leaked. She had cum everywhere but she didn't care. Then Clyde had come over to her and he had fisted her to another climax. He wasn't to rough with her, he didn't need to be as she was so wet and her hole gaped like the mouth of a cave.

"There you a real slut whore now Marie, stretched so that you'll only feel big black cocks and I know you'll crave them, your sort always do." With that he and the others left the room. Marie could see that Sue was still being fucked by the others, they were taking it in turns to have her.She was begging them to fuck her!

After they had finished filling her up, Michael took her into a shower room and he washed her and used a douche on her, when she was clean he told her to get on her knees and suck him, she took the head of his cock and gently licked and sucked it until she felt him thrust and then she took more and more until he hit the back of her throat, even then she was still sucking and he knew he had her and he came, squirting his load deep in her throat.

He took her back to the room with the bed and lay her down, she was soon asleep. Sue was soon placed alongside her, still covered in cum and her stockings were all laddered and ripped. The two black friends looked at them.

"Got ourselves a couple of good whore's man" Marcus said 

"Looks like we have at that"



How Did I Start This Lifestyle? Ch. 09



Sorry its been a while getting round to the next chapter. for those of you have sent me feedback I say a big thank you. Marie had been getting herself deeper and deeper into the black submission scene with Michael and had been with 3 guys the night before.

Marie didn’t know how long she had slept, she wasn’t even sure where she was, then she remembered Michael had brought her here to the club, at least she thought that was where she was. Then she felt movement beside her, lifting her head she saw Sue. She was still asleep. Marie lifted her shoulders and looked at Sue; she was naked apart from her stockings which were covered in white stains. It hit her then what had happened the previous night. She had, No they had both been taken and used by those guys. She shuddered as she remembered what they had done to her, she had changed so much, and she couldn’t believe she had responded like that, really wanting it, needing them to fill her. Her hand reached down and felt her pussy, it was a little sore. What really struck her was that, despite the shower and douche she was still leaking cum. She moved her legs and then felt the soreness again but this was lower, further back, shuddering again, realising what they had done, what she had allowed them to do.  

She swung her legs round and sat on the edge of the king-size bed. She looked around, eyes not focussing properly. Her clothes were in a pile on a chair in the corner. Standing carefully she walked over, her soreness more noticeable but she made it somehow. Lifting the clothes she sat on the chair. Her mind would not process everything, how she had changed so much, what she had allowed to happen and that she had actually enjoyed it, well most of it.
‘What does that make me?’ she asked her self. 

“Wondering about what happened?” she heard someone say. Sue was awake.

“Yes I didn’t imagine it, did I?” Marie asked still unsure.

“It happened and you really got into it, admit it?”

“I don’t know, I really don’t know” was all that Marie could mumble

“Too late to change your mind about it now, it happened so you have to deal with it.” Her friend told her.

Marie knew Sue was right, she would have to deal with it and get her mind straight.

The door opened and Michael walked in. “Good you are both awake now” He looked a little different to Marie, more threatening in some way. She was unable to pin point how he had changed but change he had. 

He looked over at her “Get your clothes on now!” he demanded. Marie looked at him and then at Sue. She was already dressing, she knew what to do. 

“I said get them on now” he shouted at her.

“Yes” she said, hardly recognising her own voice. It was shaky and feeble. 

“And don’t forget what I said, stockings and no under wear Ok?” He was glaring at her.

“Yes Michael I haven’t forgotten”

“Good, when you’re both dressed come and get some coffee”

Both girls said “Yes Ok”

Marie slid the stockings over her long legs. “At least the haven’t got holes or runs” she said.

“You are lucky look at mine, covered in stains and full of runs. Lucky I keep a spare pair with me. You will have to start doing the same”

“I hadn’t thought about that but I suppose you are right.” Marie replied before she realised what she was saying. Sue thought to herself ‘She’s started to accept and that takes the pressure off me.’

They finished dressing, each helping the other to get clothing adjusted so that it looked as it should. Marie glimpsed her reflection in a long mirror as they walked to the door. Her tiny black skirt, the red top, she didn’t really recognise the woman she saw.

They were back in the club Michael was sat at a table drinking coffee and smoking a cigar.

“I’ve poured your coffee, come on sit down and tell me how you are feeling.”

They sat at the table, Marie taking the coffee and taking a long drink, it was strong and black but at least it had sugar.

“Well how do you feel?” He asked looking straight at her.

“Ok, I think” was all she could reply

“Ok, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean umm, I don’t really know how I feel right now” she said shaking involuntarily

“Well the guys thought you were something else they said for your first time you’re a natural.”

“Natural?”

“Yes you took to it like a duck to water, being with more than one guy I mean.”

“Oh, I still can’t believe it happened and that you let it”

“I did tell you I was going to train you, to lead you to your destiny so to speak”

“I know, I know but …” Marie stammered

“You loved it last night, think about it, remember it, you loved it at the time.”

“It’s just that everything is happening so fast, that’s all.”

Michael thought to himself ‘She’s right, but it’s got to be fast if she had time to think I might lose her.” Smiling, he was proud of how he could control her.

“When you have finished your coffee I have a surprise for you.”

“What?”

“Well if I tell you it won’t be a surprise will it? Hurry and you’ll see”

Marie asked “What about Sue?”

“Marcus will be here to take care of her soon, so don’t worry about her”

“You go and enjoy your surprise” Sue said to her friend

Michael and Marie left the club; the sun was high in the sky. “What time is it?”

“A little after 1230”

“I didn’t realise it was that late”

“Well you had a late night didn’t you?” he said laughing.

“Mmmmm”

They walked to Michaels car and he unlocked it, He didn’t open her door this time like he had before and she realised that now he had control of her he wasn’t going to be as nice. That worried her.

They drove about 2 miles before he pulled the car in to the side. 

“Here we are” he said.

Marie didn’t recognise the street but she knew the area, not one she would have normally gone to. The houses here had all been converted in to flats or apartments as the signs said.
The street itself was not what it had been when the Victorians had designed and built it. Most wanted major repairs and those that didn’t needed painting at the very least. She was wondering what they were doing here when she heard Michael say something.

“Here’s your surprise.” He handed her some keys and pointed to a blue door of a nearby house.

“What do you mean?”

“This is your surprise, since you aren’t with your husband any more you need somewhere to live.”

“What do you mean not with him any more?”

“I didn’t think you would be going back, Do you think he will want you back now?”

The thought hit her hard. She had done all those things in front of him, enjoying it and it was better sex than her and Jon had ever had. But she still had feelings for him. But Michael was right would he want her any more. ‘Just as well he wasn’t there last night’ she thought.

“Go on open the door and go on in.”

She walked up the steps and unlocked the door walking in she noticed the place had a funny smell. “What’s the smell?”

“Don’t worry it’s probably someone smoking.”

Michael thought he had smelt it before in one of those cafes in Amsterdam, the places where you could smoke the wacky baccy

She passed the remark off without further thought. Michael indicated a door on the right and said “It’s this one”

She again opened the door and walked in. The flat was not too small, she saw a living room and kitchen and two doors, obviously the bedroom and bathroom. The walls had been freshly painted and it looked clean at least.

Michael walked across the room and opened a door. Marie saw a king-size bed and above it what looked like a mirror. 

“Like it? Come and see don’t be shy.”

Entering the room she looked around, apart from the bed there wasn’t much furniture, a chair and cabinet at the bedside. In the wall was a large fitted wardrobe with full length mirror doors. She stood looking around seeing herself reflected in both wardrobe and ceiling mirrors. She was getting used to seeing the mini skirt and the black stockings now and actually did a twirl in front of the mirror, smiling to herself and thinking ‘I don’t look so bad, at least I have the figure for these clothes.’

Michael came up to her and put his arms around her waist pulling her into him and grinding his hardening cock against her. He wanted this woman more than any of the others, wanted to be in her fucking her hard getting her to pleasure him. He felt her responding pushing back against him. He started kissing her neck, knowing it was a sure fire way to get her going. He felt her body tremble and heard her start to make soft noises in her throat. He knew he could get her every time, knew shed respond to his touch, his kiss, his hardness. He started to lift her skirt with his hands exposing the lace tops of her stockings and then her ass and pussy were visible, he reached down and gently started to stroke her rubbing his finger between the lips, feeling the wetness already leaking from her, he felt her clit grow as he moved around her pussy. Her skin soft, no bristles yet to annoy. As he continued her legs opened and she started biting her lips moaning louder, he had her again she was going under, under his spell soon she’d be doing anything he wanted. He pulled her top off and licked, bite and sucked her nipples,  feeling them grow harder as he did, she seemed to like him biting them so he did it a little harder, she moaned even more. 

“Oh yes, God yes” she shouted. “Please don’t stop Michael pleaseeee” she was almost crying in pleasure. “I’m yours” she said. 

“You will do as I want now wont you?”

“Yes anything, just please don’t stop”

He pushed his finger inside her then and made her jerk; he inserted another and then started to slide them in and out. She was bucking on his hand and it wasn’t long before she screamed and he felt her cum on his hand, her juices running over his fingers and into the palm.

Marie dropped to her knees, her legs unable to support her. She reached up and unzipped him, he was naked under the trousers and she soon had his cock in her hand, stroking it up and down making him really hard. She leaned forward and was soon kissing the head, licking all around that black helmet. Slowly sucking it in to her mouth. She had lost her fear of sucking him now. She was happy to have his bulbous head in her mouth.

‘It’s twice the size of any others’ she thought to herself and sucked it again, taking a little more inside. She felt his hands slip behind her head and knew he was going to pull her on to him. She opened her mouth wider and prepared herself. 

“Suck it, go on suck it like you’ve never sucked anything before. Take it whore, Suck it harder. Let me have your head, relax and let me.

Marie knew what he wanted, she felt herself relaxing her mouth and throat, trying to concentrate on him and his wonderful cock. She felt him pushing it in, she was taking more and more and soon her nose was buried in his bushy hairs. He was completely in her. Shed never done it before, she was glad she’d been able to open up this time and take it all. Just then she gagged as he started to thrust in and out. He pulled himself almost all the way out and then slid back in again, again she gagged and he pulled out, this continued until he was almost fucking her mouth and throat. She was pulling him in now, grabbing his cheeks and pulling as he thrust. He felt the seed start to rise and he was getting that wonderful feeling just prior to explosion, he quickened the pace and emptied himself in to the back of her throat. He felt her swallowing hard and starting to choke, he pulled out and looked at her. Mouth open, his juice inside, dribbling down her cheeks and chin dripping on to her chest.

Michael reached down and held his dick in his hand guiding it again towards her mouth. “You know what to do” he said looking at her eyes. 

Marie quickly started to lick at the cock in front of her, cleaning it from root to head, as she did Michael could feel it hardening again, stiffing to its full length. When he thought shed done enough he said “Ok lay back and get those legs open”

Marie was very excited she lay back and opened her legs wide; she did it without even thinking. Her pussy was on fire she needed it filled, needed a cock. She thought about it and realised that it didn’t matter who the cock belonged to as long as it was big and black. 

She spread herself for Michael “Oh please fuck me, fuck me hard give me your cock.”

“That’s right beg for it, you will soon be wanting cock all the time wont you?”

“Yes Michael I want cock” she heard herself saying

“What are you?”

I’m your slut” she said without thinking about the reply. She just wanted, no needed filling, she was more excited than she’d ever been.

As he spread her pussy lips with his cock he looked at her face. It was flushed, her mouth a tiny bit open, her breathing hard, her eyes almost closed. She was wriggling around thrusting her self towards him as he began to bury himself inside her.

“You’ll do anything I ask, wont you?”

She murmured “Oh yes, please don’t stop fuck me hard I want to cum I need to cum.”

“You will cum for me when I’m ready to make you cum” he told her.

“Yes but please don’t make me wait to long” she begged.

"I will fuck you as long as I want to and I don’t want you to cum too quickly”

“I will try” she said bucking her hips at him trying to get him deeper.

Michael started to slide himself in and out; she was so wet he could feel her on him. She was in hot and he was going to increase the heat and make her beg. He knew he could do it, he wasn’t being a bighead. He’d done it to several other girls. He thought ‘I’ll show her that the saying is true about once you go black’

He continued fucking her making her squirm and beg him to continue and then he fucked her as hard as he could. Taking her over the edge Marie came with a scream, she heard it but didn’t realise the noise was coming from her mouth. It sounded so strange almost animal like. Wave after wave coursed through her body it seemed to go on and on and then just as suddenly it died away as it did Michael deposited his seed deep inside her. 

They both collapsed and lay there breathing hard. 


To be continued. How far will Michael take this, will Marie lose her identity to him completly?




How Did I Start This Lifestyle? Ch. 10



If you would like to know about Marie please read the earlier chapters. For those of you that have I hope you will enjoy this next chapter. To all of you that have sent me messages I would like to say a big thank you. Marie had found herself taken deeper and deeper into this new life. She had met Michael and he had shown her things she did not know existed before. He had taken her from sexual innocence to being with a group of men. She had experienced a flood of emotions and feeling she had never known, she was still unsure of how it had happened, but happen it had and now she wasn’t certain of her future. 

Michael had left her alone in the new apartment; sat on the bed she looked around and wondered if this was where she belonged. Her mind wandered to her husband and what she had done to him, and she felt ashamed but had he really satisfied her sexually? The answer to that was no but should she have let things go this far, maybe she should have talked to him and explained how she felt. 

Her mobile rang, where was it? Moving the clutter on the bed she found it and saw it was Sue calling her.

“Hello Sue.” 

“Hi Marie everything Ok? How’s the new place?”

“It seems alright but I haven’t had chance to have a good look round yet and I’m still not sure if this is where I want to be, what about Jon, it hardly seems right to just leave like this.”

Sue didn’t answer.

“Are you there?”

“Yes I am. I think there is something I ought to tell you and I should have told you before but I wasn’t sure about it and didn’t want to worry you with it before.”

“What are you talking about Sue, what should you have told me, I don’t understand, just tell me please.”

“Well you know that night at the club? I don’t know if I should tell you or not, you will probably not want to speak to me ever again……”

“Just tell me please don’t keep stalling just spit it out!”

“Michael and Marcus took video of everything that went on, I was told if I said anything that I would be in a lot of trouble, I’m sorry Marie I just couldn’t tell you and I’m so sorry.”

Marie sat there, phone to her ear not really believing what she had heard.

“How could he do that to me, how could he? How could you not tell me I am supposed to be your best friend?”

“I know, I know but I just couldn’t tell you, Marcus would have really mad at me and I don’t know what he would have done. I am so sorry but…”

“But nothing! I trusted you and told you about everything all my secrets, everything. How could you Sue, How could you?”

“Look I said I was sorry but you don’t understand what Marcus would do to me if he found out I was telling you now. I shouldn’t be saying anything and by the way it happened to me too, the video and photographs of everything that happened when I went to the club the first time and no one told me anything about it.”

“If that’s the case how did you find out that it had happened?”

“When they sent a copy to my hubby! That’s how!”

“Oh my god, Oh my god” was all Marie could say.

She hit the off button on the phone and closed it. She was so shocked her friend had not said a word. And now she was terrified of the same happening to her, she knew that Jon had been turned on by her and Michael together but what would he think about her if he saw what she had done in the club? Suddenly the tears came and her whole body was racked with her sobbing. She was losing her life, her identity. 

She looked up and saw her self reflected in the overhead mirror, saw her almost naked body, the stockings and the shoes and it made her cry even more. Grabbing the covers she pulled them up over her and laid there, her mind in turmoil, crying and shaking.


Awaking with a start she wondered where she was, this strange room, almost jumping out of her skin when looking up and catching her face looking back at her. It was almost dark outside, the lights from the street shinning through the window. Pulling the covers with her she walked over and looked out. Not the familiar street she knew so well, with gardens and trees but a city street and not one she would have visited before all this started. 

The phone on the dressing table rang, making her jump. Answering it by saying “Hello.”

The voice on the other end said “Hello girl, everything alright?”

Michael, she should have guessed it would be him.

Angrily she replied “I’ve spoken to Sue and I know about the video!”

“Ah “was the only reply,

“Is that all you have to say? I didn’t think you would do this to me, Michael?”

“Well it’s happened and you will have to get used to it!

“Get used to it, get used to it you say. How am I supposed to do that?”

“You just do that’s all.”

“What?”

“It’s a little insurance that’s all, just in case you decided you don’t like what’s happening! So as I said get used to it.”

“Insurance, What do you mean?”

“Look I am almost at the apartment now, just open the door and we can talk, Ok?

“I don’t know!

“Just do it, alright.”

She found herself saying “Ok.”

The phone went dead and she replaced the handset. Walking out of the bedroom into the lounge she unlocked the front door. She was in state of shock, not know what she was doing her mind unable to comprehend everything.

Michael walked into the building, thinking to himself ‘Well she was going to find out sooner or later better sooner I suppose.’

He opened the door and walked in. She was sat in a chair still naked apart from the stockings and shoes. She looked good even though it was obvious she had been crying.

"How could you, you bastard” screaming at him.

“Hey cut that out, you weren’t complaining when it happened you were really into it.”

“I know but I didn’t know about the video then”

“Does it make that much difference; you would still have done it!”

“You think so? I doubt that.”

“Look it’s been done and it’s my insurance.”

“Insurance?” she said looking at him quizzically

“Yes to keep you on the straight and narrow so to speak”

“I would have done what you wanted without that, surely you knew that”

“Would you?”

“Yes of course I would.”

“Well this makes that certain I would say, wouldn’t you?”

“What are you going to do with the tape, anyway?”

“Nothing for now, but it is red hot, seeing you being so slutty and letting the guys do what they liked. You are a natural. Want to see it for yourself I have a copy here?”

“A copy?”

“Yes a copy.”

Michael put the cassette into the machine and switched the TV on. The room in the club appeared on the screen and then Marie saw everything that happened. She was crying.

“There isn’t that hot, this copies for you to keep.”

Marie didn’t reply she was staring at the screen watching her give herself to all those black men, she could still feel everything and watching it she was re-living the night all over again. She couldn’t forget being taken by them she had loved it all and that was obvious from the screen. She watched as they took her and she felt herself getting wet, her hand slipped between her leg and before she knew it she was rubbing her pussy!

Michael was watching her as she looked at the Television and he saw her hand slide between those long legs and he smiled. He knew at that moment that Marie was hooked and he had control of her and if she rebelled later he still had the original video to use, to send out to clients on the internet and the local sex shops would also pay a lot for there ‘under the counter’ collections. He watched her hands as she opened her legs wider, face still glued to the images on the screen, her hands were both between her legs now and she’d spread them as wide as she could, he saw her wetness, saw her hand seeking her open lips, saw them find her clit and begin to rub and squeeze it. Out of his pocket he pulled a new digital camera and began to take pictures of her, he managed not only to get her in the picture but also the images on the screen. He took several shots while she played with herself, even capturing the moment she brought herself to orgasm. 

Marie could not believe she had watched herself and been so turned on that she had played with herself. She was ashamed, she had been so mad at Michael and this was the last thing she thought would happen. She looked over at him and saw him smiling; the whole of his black face was lit up. In his hand she saw the camera and thought oh now he’s done it again. 

He took the camera over to her and showed her the images he had just taken.

“What do you think now, are you going to tell me that you didn’t enjoy the show?”

“Uhhh No it’s obvious I did, isn’t it?

“That’s it girl, obvious. And you looked so hot I just had to get it on film.”

“Look what else you have done” he said thrusting his hips towards her, the bulge clearly showing, his hand unzipping his flies. He was naked under the trousers and she could see his black dick through the opening, he pulled it out and walked over to her, without thinking her hands reached out and grabbed it, stroking the soft black skin over the hard interior, watching it grow, her head moving towards it, her mouth already opening.

To be continued.