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A True Black Slave

By: qualitywheat



Dear reader, this is a story, it isn't true, it is a complete figment of my imagination, fiction, my mind running wild. Please read it as such, thank you.

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I couldn't believe what I was seeing, what I was looking at. There on my PC screen was a photo of a mans appendage, or if you want to be pedantic, his cock, and it wasn't my husbands either. How did I know it wasn't my husbands, well apart from knowing every crinkle, crease and shape, this was a black cock!

I had no idea why it had been sent, well, I did when I scrolled down later. It was fully erect and I have to admit in my shock when I opened the attachment that it was a very fine cock, perfectly shaped, slightly curved upwards, a thick hard red and smooth bulbous mushroom head on it. I couldn't tell if it was a big one, and average one, or a small one, it's impossible to tell from a photo, but I was to find out as the following two weeks passed. I confess right here that after staring at it for a long time, my eyes were popping out of my head that I thought it was just the most beautiful cock I had ever seen.

I am not a voyeur, but I do love the sight of a mans cock, it's a thing I have; plenty of people have 'things' don't they. And the fact that this was a black cock grabbed my attention too. No one knows this but I have always had a thing for black cock, I had imagined many times being fucked and made love to by a good looking black man. It's an untested, untried and never will an enacted fantasy. But why had someone sent it to me, it must be a mistake, I thought.

I sat there stunned and mesmerised at the same time just staring at it. I learned every curve, tilt, colour, and finesse of the photo on my screen. I have to confess here I actually slobbered a little as a picture popped into my head showing me sucking it. My husband would have a heart attack if he had known, but he never would so no harm, no foul. I saw myself holding it, feeling it, sensing the pulsing power a good cock has, transferring it to the holder's hand.

I had to go and lay down, I was exciting myself, I left the photo there on the monitor and looked at it as I fingered myself to an enormous orgasm, imagining it tearing into me and beating me half to death. After I gathered my senses I rose and sat back in my seat. I scrolled down to see if there was more about the now (in my head) magnificent black cock there.

There were words typed at the bottom.

'Hi Jilly, I have sent you this photo of me, because I understand you, you may or may not know it, but you are a black skin lover, I saw the way you looked at me when you didn't know I was observing you. You have a fantasy about black skin don't you?'

I nearly fell off my chair, mortified wasn't the word for it, how on earth could someone even think, even know that about me. It was sort of true I admit, but I had only ever imagined being fucked by a black good looking man, nothing else, and no one knew. I had never ever said a word about such a thing, not to my husband, not even to my best friend, never! I also knew I had never 'ogled' another man any where at any time, so how did this person know of me, who was he?

I couldn't stop staring at the photo, I started thinking of who could it be, they must know me I decided, we must have met that's for sure, I wracked my brains to think back and find him in my memory, it was no good, I couldn't think of one person who it might be. He was aware of me some how. He had used my personal e mail address, he knew my name, did he know where I lived too? That thought frightened me a little.

I turned my PC off, but I didn't delete the photo, I know I should have, but I was so intrigued by it, I couldn't just let myself ignore it. I also thought, well, if he has sent me this, it's there in the law of averages that he'll send another, quite the detective aren't I? So I couldn't delete it yet anyway. I actually turned it back on to look at it three or four more times that day.

How had this strange person nailed me like this, was he one of those psychics' who can read your mind? I was nonplussed more than I ever had been in my entire life. The thing was, I had fingered myself to a huge orgasm while staring at the cock on my screen, I had only ever done that in my head, now I had used a photo sent to me, of himself, he had said, and now I had a focus to use by, for, and on me.

I never told my husband that night, I know I should have, I love him, and it was my duty to tell him I had received the mail with a very explicit photo in it. But it was my secret now, he would never know about it, so I thought to myself, what the eye doesn't see, the heart won't grieve, wrong I know, but?

I am Jilly by the way, I am 24 years old, married 7 months to a lovely man, we had dated about 2 years before we tied the knot, we had a great wedding followed by an even better honeymoon, and we have settled into happily married life. I was a secretary but the firm went under, so now I am even more happily unemployed, Graham, my husband has a very good job so we don't have any money worries, and he is going places with his firm, they are fast tracking him to senior management.

This is where I should have maybe guessed why I had been sent a very nice but crude photo of a black cock, one that had grabbed my imagination. I have long blond hair, giveaway hey? Black on blond and all the rest of it, well maybe it's true, I was of that nature, I already knew that, I know some women are and some aren't.

But I had never followed the path as it were. I am very good looking, dated lots of men before my husband, but funnily enough never once was I asked out by a black man. I saw a porn film, (sort of porn) at a friends house and I/we were quite young at the time, but I do remember being taken by the way this black man in the movie had his way with this white blond woman. My friend had said to me at the time, 'that'll be you one day Jilly!' We were both hysterical but it did stay with me, even to this day.

As I was saying, I am very good looking, men chat me up, or try to all the time, but my husband has my undivided attention. I'm about 5ft 7" tall and would dearly love to be another 3" higher, but? I have all the attributes that go to make a lovely sexy woman, lovely face, great figure that can drive me nuts when handled properly. And I love cock, 'okay you've guessed that you say?' But I do, I don't care where my husband wants to put it, I'm up for it, he does shy away from my ass, but he wouldn't get refused if he tried a bit harder.

We make love anywhere any time, I don't care where we are, if he wants it, and it's possible, then he gets it. I am more of an initiator than he is, but we can't have every thing can we? We have made love in some funny places, elevators, ski rides, on a beach, a bus, in a taxi, a train, a boat, in the sea on holiday while there were thousand's on the beach, we just waded out to chest high and did it, done it on a plane, 'Oh yes we have!' He sat on the seat, I sat on him, and the stewardess gave us a 'look' when we came out. I am still on the pill, we don't want children yet, that's for the future.

That night I just about bent my husband in half in bed, even he was taken aback by my keenness to get all the way there and back in double quick time, what he didn't know was I had that beautiful black cock on my PC in my head. I just about killed him; he was exhausted when I had finished with him. It really was mind blowing sex, I loved it.

The next morning I was actually disappointed to find my PC empty of a new picture, I had been certain I would receive another. I sat down in a hump and sent an e mail to the address provided by my unknown admirer. I hadn't intended to reply really, but my two amp fuse got the better of me.

"Hah," I wrote, "is that it then, is that all you have of your little winky?" I hit send, an hour later I had a response, and it really did knock me out.

The mail dropped in and I opened it with a great deal of anticipation.

The attachment came into view, I was floored. There on the screen was his black cock, but it was in the hand of a white woman, perfectly manicured nails, long slender fingers, and they were wrapped tight around it, and her wedding rings were clearly visible. And unless she had babies hands, then the black cock was big, very big, her hand was around the base, and there was still a good 4" or 5" easily showing above it. But what really stopped me breathing completely was, there was a wisp, a curl of soft blond hair, the same golden blond as mine, and there were two lips fastened over the end of it, two soft firm lips, and they were pouting because of their position on that black red head.

I stood up and walked around my bedroom, I sat down again, and stared at the sight in front of me, I was captivated, and not unnaturally, I was turned on by it. My hands found my nipples, they were at attention, super hot and super sensitive, I moaned loudly, I remember me doing that, and then I was up my skirt and into my pussy. I climaxed straight away, and fell off my stool; I hit the floor with a bump and didn't know where I was for a minute.

I had never experienced such an intense arousal as that; it had been totally unexpected, and so so hot! Who was that woman, I was feeling unjustly jealous, I was green with envy. I could actually see her lips moving on it and he pushing it in, but it was a still photo, I was beside myself. I threw myself on my bed and fucked myself senseless looking at the graphic detail there on my screen.

I saw myself as that woman, I saw myself on my knees giving that gorgeous black prick all I had to give. It was my blond hair, they were my pouty lips, it was my hand, they were my wedding rings, I came again. My fingers were a blur in my pussy; I could see that prick in my head behind my eyes battering me mercilessly.

I manage to get up and shut the PC down, I couldn't look at it any more, this was getting out of hand, I hadn't been unfaithful to my husband, but I had in my head, and I so wanted to have a black cock in my mouth just like her in the photo, I was insanely and absolutely irrationally jealous.

I didn't reply to that mail and photo, I couldn't trust myself, and I still couldn't, no matter how I tried, to remember who it could be. It had to be someone who was acquainted with me somehow. I turned the PC back on, I was so animated it was burning me up, my husband was going to get it big time tonight that's for sure!

There was another e mail, with another attachment from him, I sat and looked at it for ages, I knew I would open it, it was a powerful magnet just pulling me in. What was wrong with me, two photos had hit me right between the eyes and my life was upside down. I clicked on it and there it was.

His cock was all the way in, well as much as she could get in I imagine, I could just see half of her face, most of it was hidden by her soft blond hair, it was almost exactly like mine. Her pink lipsticked lips were sealed around it, her eyes were up looking up at who ever it was. I saw ridged defined stomach muscles level with her button nose. Her hand was sort of flat around the base. Fingers splayed and her rings were there too, just looking at it made me see her sucking as hard as she could.

Then I saw a message under it.

'Jilly this should be you, it is you, can you see yourself on me?'

I nearly fainted, an orgasm ripped right through me, I didn't need to read that, I was already thinking it. After an eternity I recovered, my eyes stopped rolling around my muddled head. I attacked the keyboard.

What do you want from me, who are you, why are you doing this? You have to stop.

I knew already I was hooked on that big beautiful black god like prick, I had never been consumed about anything before in my life, but this had me under wraps wholesale. I suddenly wanted to be who ever she was, that woman, I had to be, I was behaving irrationally, but I did, all I could think of was sucking that black masterpiece, tasting it. And then look down and watch it as it disappeared into my volcanic vagina. I really did.

Another mail, another attachment.

This will be you Jilly as soon as you say so, I knew you were a black lover, needy, urgent, willing, wanting, desire, yearning, an under lying passion to give yourself over to black. It was right there in your eyes when I looked at you, it was unmistakable when I caught you glancing at me. It doesn't, didn't have to be me, but it is, I found you, you need me, you need this, you can't deny it to me, but more to the importantly, yourself Jilly.

I scrolled down and there it was, the next photo, he was on top of the mystery woman, her arms and hands on his strong shoulders, they were naked. I couldn't see either faces, hers was covered by her blond hair, his was turned away slightly. I didn't recognise anything about him.

Her feet were high in the air; he was holding himself up in the air on his outstretched arms. And there it was, either going in or going out, I couldn't tell, but I heard her moaning from the photo. His slick black magical cock was glistening; her love juice was slathered all over it. It was a sight that will stay with me forever; I could hear squelching and sucking in my head as it drove in and out.

I must have sat there for an hour looking, watching and listening as he screwed her in the still photo. I had several climaxes ripple through me. I was getting to the point where I couldn't take anymore. I climbed on to my bed and fell into a fitful sleep, I was exhausted.

When I awoke I was a mental wreck, a car crash, the screen was in hibernation, I touched the mouse and it flickered into life and there it was, the photo of that black mahogany cock, taunting me again. He was right, I did need it, or at least to find out what I had been yearning for all these years without ever really admitting it to myself.

Then I noticed the little envelope, it was another one, and this was the one that tipped me over the edge into adultery with another man, I didn't know it right then but this was the one that got me. I opened it and the gasp I made might have been heard down the street.

He was behind her, holding her hips, his prick halfway in or out? Her head was down, her blond hair hanging low, her back arched downwards, on her hands and knees as he rutted her. But I still couldn't see who he was, this was driving me mad with frustration, I desperately needed to know who this was that was driving me unstoppably towards him.

I could see all of his body though, and what a body it was, strong legged, big tight muscular ass, very strong arms, a superbly crafted torso, powerful and muscular without being knotted. And black, fantastically black, he shone in the photo. He reached out to me drawing me in. Mt breathing was ragged.

I hurriedly typed a message.

Please tell me who you are, who is she?

I received an immediate reply.

She is you Jilly; you just need to be there.

No! I wrote back, she isn't me, she never could be.

Well, I suppose you are right there, she could never be you!

So who is she?

She is a model, someone I have hired to show you where you know you need to be Jilly. She is just someone, someone who could never stand in your shadow.

What do you want from me?

It's not about what I want Jilly, it's what we both know you want.

How did you know all this, you can't possibly know me that well.

I know you well enough now Jilly, don't I?

Stop playing games with me.

The last thing I would do is play games Jilly, this is real. When you really admit it, you will know you need what only I can give you, come to me Jilly, tomorrow.

That stunned me, everything he had been saying was correct, I did need to find out now what black cock was like, but meeting him, I wasn't sure about that at all.

Meet you? I don't think so; you won't tell me who you are. I'm not walking into somewhere I may not get out of.

I understand that Jilly, but you do know me, you just haven't recognised me yet. I will be at the Oasis Hotel in town tomorrow, be there by 10am, I will e mail you the room number, come and meet your destiny Jilly, you know you need to, even have to, you will die a sad and very unhappy old lady in 60 years time if you don't. Think about the photo's Jilly, look at them, see them, see you, see me, your black skin fantasy is waiting for you to grasp it, do it.

After sitting there forever I had to admit it, he was right, I hated myself but he was. I had to find out if being fucked by a black man was different to my husband, to any one. His cock was bigger than Graham's that was indisputable, even though my husband is well hung, my black man was bigger all round.

I sat there in a stupor, I don't know how long, but I realised I was going through the mails and the photos and I was bending more and more. Then an envelope appeared all it said was.

Room 511, 10 am.

That was it then, the decision was mine to make, 'go or no go,' as they say on a space shuttle launch. I managed to get myself back to some sort of normality before Graham came home, he knew I was quiet, earlier in the day I was going to rape him, but now I had something else on my mind. I knew myself well enough. I gave myself every reason in the book to be a good faithful wife, and the only argument against it was the thought of black cock.

By the time morning came around I knew black cock was going to win the argument hands down. It did! But with also a huge feeling of trepidation about what I was actually doing. I also was going with no absolute intent of being unfaithful to my husband and marriage; I was just going to have a 'look' not a test drive. At least that was what I kidded myself. Say things enough and you'll believe them is what I say.

I was up that morning as usual with Graham, I remember looking at him and thinking, 'oh Graham, what am I doing?' I got ready as soon as he left the house, all the while thinking, 'you are heading for trouble here lady!' I did my hair; it was down around my shoulders, just like her in the photos I thought. I wore a simple but fetching summer dress, low cut, loose around my thighs and knees, and finished about level with them, it was a lovely day. My dress was white with lovely red roses as a pattern. I also took with me a matching head scarf and dark glasses as a disguise. Did my face and I was ready.

I was there an hour early, binoculars in hand and watching every one come and leave, I saw three black men arrive, none looked the part I had in my head. One left, so it wasn't him was it. I almost drove away a million times, but something kept me there.

Then I looked at my watch, 10am, I drove to the steps of the hotel and luckily a car pulled out and I was in right next to them. I put my disguise on and got out. I headed for the steps leading in and happened to look up, I gazed right into one window as if guided there, and in the window was a black man, I couldn't tell who it was but he was looking directly at me of that I was certain.

I stopped in my tracks, my eyes fixed on him and his on mine, then he drifted away. I stood there for quite a while hoping, thinking he would look out again, he didn't. I didn't even know if that was room 511. I made my way into the lobby, saw the elevators in the centre, slowly walked to them, no one was staring at me, I was 'incognito.'

As I got to the elevator another man did to, I stood back and waited until he had gone and then pressed the button, when the door opened I entered and got in and pressed the 5 button. All I could think of was what the hell am I doing, but that black cocked skin was fixed, hammered into my brain, I had to find out. I almost stumbled out and into the 5th floor hallway.


A True Black Slave



I looked to see which way 511 was, it was towards where I had seen a black man looking at me. I was extremely nervous now, I was here to see a black cock, for the first time in my life I was about to see a black cock. That's what I was telling myself insistently, but the trouble was, my pussy was here to try it! I sttod statue like in front of the door, 511 glared at me, stared at me, dared me!

Then the door opened and Steve Lawrenson appeared in the doorway smiling at me. I just gaped at him. Steve Lawrenson was a new colleague of my husbands; I met him at a company function shortly after he had been taken on. Graham, my husband had said offhandedly to me that he would be a valuable addition.

And now I remembered him, I remembered looking at him and thinking, 'my what a good looking man,' the fact that he was black must have registered. But how had he 'seen me?' How had he got the measure of me in that brief moment, the fact was, it hadn't been a brief moment, I had glanced, peered, gazed and apparently 'appraised' him for a lot of the night. He had seen my reactions, but I hadn't even known I was doing it. He had decided before long that I was a black skin lover, if not a black cock lover, which obviously I was!

"Hi Jilly," he said softly, "Please come on in." He reached out, took my elbow and guided me in. I pulled my head scarf off, shook my hair free and removed my dark glasses. He was wearing blue denim jeans and a matching shirt, he was also bare footed.

"Oh my God Jilly, you look just beautiful, this gorgeous summer day is made brighter and sunnier because you are in it."

Stupidly I just said, "thank you Steve," and smiled at him. He stepped forward and kissed my cheek and I let him. I lifted and turned it so he could lay it on me. I have to admit, he did smell good, and in a moment I had seen what I saw on the night of the function, a near beautiful man, a near beautiful black man. My knees wobbled

But I was also 100% certain I wasn't going to let him near me physically, he wasn't going to get me. I was going to remain faithful. So what the fucking hell was I doing there?

"I'm sorry Steve, but I think I should go, this is a mistake, we'll forget about it now okay?" I said without any real conviction, my mind was upside down.

"Jilly, if you do that you will live your life with regret believe me." He whispered throatily.

"But I can't do it, I'm married, and happily," I told him.

"No one will ever deny that you are happily married Jilly, but you have a need to know, and in my book you have an inaneable right to know too."

"To know, know what?" I asked.

"This," he said, somehow he was stood between me and the door. Then he snapped the studs of his shirt and pulled it off and threw it to the floor. I stood there like a stone statue. I saw from some where far off as he unbuckled his belt, snapped the button on his jeans, dropped the zip and they fell to the floor, they got kicked to one side too with a flick from a thickly defined leg.

If my feet had been screwed to the floor I couldn't have been more firmly fixed than I was. He was in the only word that could describe him at that moment in time to me. Magnificent, his body was magnificent, he looked magnificent, his stance was magnificent, he was magnificent, and his beautiful black half hard cock was more than magnificent

I knew right then that I would not be leaving here with just a 'look' at that fabulous black cock that I had only seen in those photos up until now. I knew then with unerring certainty that it would be having more than a good 'look' at me. I was staring at it as he stepped forward, it grew with each small step, when his hands rested on my shoulders, it was pointing right at me.

I raised my eyes briefly to look into his, I saw only a knowing smile, a belief that he was right, certain in the knowledge that I was as he had told me I was, a black skin lover, and in this instance, a black cock lover, of that there was never ever going to be any more doubt.

He moved into me, I was in his arms, he began to kiss my neck, it seared me, scalding, burning kisses, he moved around me and somehow, in the nanosecond his lips hit my neck my hands closed over my immediate future. He was burning my neck; his prick was burning my hands. I sighted my blond hair against the black skin on his shoulders I came in my pants, it was only a small one but no one, no one had ever had me doing this.

I felt my dress sliding down my arms, in automation I let go of the fabulous tool in my hands, the dress slid to the floor, my hands regained his cock. My bra was snapped away, my panties went in bits with a tug, all I had on now were my shoes. Then I was on the bed, he was over me, I was hotter than the surface of the sun.

All my dreams, hidden or otherwise were about to happen, to come true. I was going to get his black magnificent cock. Our lips met for a first kiss. I don't know if any other women out there had ever been seduced like this, but let me tell you, there is nothing on this planet like being confronted by and to be taken helplessly this way. I had no way of knowing what was up or down, top or bottom, I was floating in a sexual void, one there was no desire to break free of. All I felt was him.

My marriage vows were being blown right out of the water irretrievably smashed against the rocks of infidelity. He searched my body with knowing fingers, fingers that burned a path wherever they went, his kisses were passionate. Then he was looming over me, up on his hands just like the photo, I came again.

I guided him to me and then he pushed into my running pussy, he wedged it all the way. I cried out in fabulous agony. The stiff ridged head was scraping my pussy walls as it went remorselessly up into me. This certainly was the biggest prick I had ever had in me, and on top of that it was my long suppressed dream, I knew that now, I had lain unknown in suspended animation waiting for its kiss in my pussy to waken me. It was black, it was powerful, it was him!

I remembered somehow that the woman in the photos had had her legs high in the air, I did the same. Steve began to power into me, it hurt at first but I was delirious about that.

"Yes, yes, yes Steve, oh yes my love oh yes, hit me, hurt me, do me, arrrgh!" A massive orgasm ripped through me tearing me apart. Nothing in my life had ever been this close. Now I knew what being fucked by black cock meant, it was to all intents and purposes the be all and end all as far as I was concerned.

I knew this would not, and never would be the last time for me. I was hooked now I knew that. I had read about some women being sluts for black cock, well 'hello' another one has joined the club! Steve lowered himself tight down on me and then I received the first real fucking of my life time, Graham and I had spent long hours doing it, as I had with past lovers, but none could ever match the relentless pounding and loving I got that day.

All my reticence, possible regrets, remorse, guilt, wedding vows disappeared with the first huge crushing bang of that wondrous prick driving in and near splitting me in half. I was in my own personal heaven. I don't think I once closed my eyes. I wanted to savour the sight of this inhuman black god above, on, and in me. I was moaning and groaning, it seemed to come from the ceiling, wafting its way back down to me. If anyone ever says to me again black isn't better, I will show you a liar.

"Oh Steve, don't stop, not yet please, keep going baby, fuck me, fuck me and then fuck me some more," I was wailing now, my feet were hooked tight over his wonderful strong body, I know my nails were dug deep into his back. Sweat was forming on his brow as my words encouraged him and drove him on. I came in a final mighty orgasm, it shattered me, my body went stiff with it.

I hung on as long as I could and then he came. I felt the first powerful spurt and then he unloaded, the heat was tangible, I felt my insides flood, and then it was spitting out from me and onto the bed. I could feel it driving out from my now mangled pussy. He went still and quiet for a moment, I couldn't move, even if I had tried I wouldn't have been able to. Then he slowly raised himself, looked down and smiled, then he laughed, I laughed too.

"Well?" he said. I knew exactly what he meant.

"Yes Steve, I know, you are right, I do need this, I realise now I have waited for this all my adult life. But its taken you to make me admit it."

"Good girl, will I have any more trouble with you in future Jilly," he asked me, "now you have finally sampled what you know you love?"

I wasn't sure just what he had meant by that, but I said.

"No Steve never once will you have that from me."

"Come on Jilly, lets shower than I'm going to fuck you again, just humour me though, tell me you do love black, that you love black skin and black cock."

What could I say, I had just submitted to a near stranger, he was black and I had loved it terminally. But this had hit me hard, I hadn't really been prepared for it, yes I know I had come here voluntarily, but it was still a monumental shock!

"Yes Steve I love it, black skin, black cock, and you Steve, I love you too, you black god! Does that make you happy?" I whispered.

"You had better believe your sweet ass it does, and then he slapped it extremely hard, I yelped, he slapped it again.

"Please Steve don't." I yelled.

He just laughed at me, said 'you'll get used to it Jilly,' and off he walked pulling me behind him. I watched him and his body move like a ripple on the ocean, sweet and smooth in motion. He had the tightest of asses, his back was an upside down pyramid, his shoulders were broad, I nearly came again walking in his wake.

In the shower I got to inspect my first black lover in detail, it was totally mesmerising, his black skin, my creamy white, his black hair, my soft golden blond. His broad and powerful dark skinned body against my slim smooth white one. His manly 6ft 3" height, my 5ft 7". His wide flat chest, my upturned sprouting nippled one. Which I am most happy to say responded to his manic attention completely, he drove me mad with lust and arousal for him.

My marriage popped into my head, 'too late now Jilly,' it said, 'you've done it, no going back, you've been unfaithful, you've been married seven months and here you are with another man, and a beautiful black one too.' While my thoughts, but not my body were elsewhere, he had turned me around, pinching my nipples, he drove his prick up me from behind, I cried out in surprise and utter submission, my hands were flat on the tiled wall, he was pressed right into me. His strokes became long and smooth, insistent yet languid. This was something Graham had never done to me.

My forehead was on the wall, my hands, my body, my knees and my toes. I was in a helpless position, even if I had wanted to, which I didn't I assure you I could not have got away from the all consuming of me by his fantastic black weapon now securely lodged in me. I was coming like an open drain and being washed into the sea. If Steve hadn't been there behind me forcing me to stay on my feet I would have been a crumpled heap on the floor of the shower. It was glorious, I could not only feel his big black cock deep within me, I was watching it from my brain, I had a terrific 3 D colour film rolling as he fucked me to heaven.

I could feel my eye balls rolling around in my head as he terminated me, then suddenly I was on my knees with my cum dripping out of me and being washed away down the plug hole. I was sucking my first black cock and the sight before my wobbling eyes was stupendous. It was at that moment that I became aware of black power in its proper sense, looking up at the sight above me. I saw shiny wet black skin, the water from the shower was cascading off him, it sparkled around his head and shoulders. It was totally inexorably, hypnotic.

It was a sight better the brightest stars on the darkest of nights. my first awareness was the tight crinkly wiry black hair of him as I was driven on and off by his hands, it tickled my nose, my throat expanded and contracted as I was pulled on and off, I sucked like never before, I wanted to taste his cum, cum from a magical powerful black cock.

I gradually fell into being a slut for wonderful black cock, I knew what was happening to me, and there was nothing I could do about it, well, not right at this moment anyway, not when I was being made to hang from one by my ever increasingly surging lips around his masterful prick. My life was changing forever.

Then Steve came in me, I felt a sudden pulsation from him, his cum filled my mouth instantly. I swallowed all I could before the next slug hit me, he pulled me off as it came, it hit the back of my throat and then his prick plunged it down and in to me. If he hadn't been pumping me on and off I would have choked on him. But he timed it perfectly; it all went down, every bit. I was as proud of myself as I had ever been.

He ordered me out of the shower to get dried and wait for him on my hands and knees on the bed while he finished up. For a reason unknown to me I obeyed him. I later realised it was because inside of me I was becoming the all consuming black cock slut, black skin slut. I was dazzled by black skin. And I was to find out that he had plans for his new acquisition, his beautiful blond submissive black cock slut was on her way.

On my hands and knees waiting for him I knew I presented an irresistible sight to any man who might have walked into that room right then. But just any man wasn't about to walk in was he, it was going to be Steve, my husbands work colleague, my black lover, and indeed I realised now, my black cocked master. It was dawning on me that my life as I knew was changing rapidly, from being a 'normal' happy wife to a desperately needful black cock woman.

Where would it all lead? At that moment I had no idea, all I knew was I wanted him to hurry, get to me and let me feel the magical wand he had, and feel it wherever and when ever he wanted to put it and use it. I heard him coming, I turned my head and saw the most awe inspiring view, his was stood slightly behind me and his prick was looking at me. I glanced up at him and then back to my master. His prick was stood straight out, thick, long, and very vicious; the deep dark blood red head was angry looking.

I could almost hear it saying, 'I'm here Jilly, I'm coming for you and I'm going to beat you to death, rip you to pieces, are you ready Jilly, hmmm?'

I heard a whimper from some where, "yes, I'm ready master."

Steve got behind me, he never said a word, he just thrust that great fat black prick up my ass, I cried out, but I held my ground, I somehow knew it was expected of me. The voice in my head said to me.

'Take it you slut,' it said, 'have it, you are my bitch black cock loving slut, say it, go on, say it!'

"Yes yes yes I am , I am yours now and forever," I wailed uncontrollably. He drove in and out of my ass, reaching under me to my extended nipples, snipping my clit between his nails, I orgasmed like never before. I could only hear the roaring in my mind, he had me, I was dead.

When Steve finished with me, after he had pumped more cum into my ass, I fell down on the bed utterly spent. My body was a wreck, he had undone me and my world completely. He was just so masterful dominant, powerful demanding, taking without asking, he knew I would do his bidding, and amazingly, this was my first day as his bottom.

He showered again and left, and said to me, "I'll call you later okay?" And he was gone. An hour later I had managed to shower myself, gather my things, dress and left for home. Home? That thought made me laugh sardonically now. I went straight to bed, my shattered body had given up, I briefly thought of what had happened today, how much my life had, and was going to change. But the over riding memory was of him, his black body, his black skin, his gorgeous beautiful big black prick, and his complete dominance of me. He had turned me in one beautiful day, into a true black cock loving slut. It was the most wondrous thing that had ever happened to me, and I was looking forward to more and more black. This particular blond lady was home!

He never called at all for the next three days, he did send me a photo of his fabulous cock. It was erect, solid, hard, it made me shiver, I drooled over it, remembering with absolute clarity what it had done to me, what it was going to do to me again, and again. And underneath it was a caption.

'Obey black cock.'

I knew exactly what it meant, there was no objection from me, I would obey black cock and black men who had me in their grip forever.

My husband knew something was wrong, but what could I tell him, his wife and her life had gone, there was going to be no more us, it was over. I just had to tell him, but not tell him yet. I wasn't sure where I was going to go, what Steve had in store for me, even what I had in store for myself. Steve called me on the Monday morning, 'be at the hotel by 9am tomorrow,' he had said. 'Wear a dress and shoes, nothing else, hair up in a pony tail.'

I was at the door exactly as he had said, a beautiful expensive silk sleek summer dress, matching high heels, my hair carefully up in a pony tail as instructed. Face carefully made up, but not overly. I knew how to look good, I was an expert at it, and believe me, I looked better than good. I could stop traffic that morning. I knocked on the door, it opened and there he was, he looked at his watch.

I was almost cumming at the thought of seeing him again.

"What time is it?" he said, showing me the dial.

"Ten minutes to nine," I told him.

"I said be here at nine, come back later," and he shut the door in face. I just stood there looking at the door, shocked and stunned, I didn't know it was a lesson for me to learn, but I learned it. I walked away in a daze, went back to the lobby, asked the girl what time it was exactly.

"Three minutes to nine maam," she told me. I went back up and knocked on the door again, this time he smiled and let me in. He turned me around and started kissing me. I could feel that great bulge pressing into me, I shivered and trembled, I was under immediately.

My dress slid away, I was naked apart from my shoes.

"Kick them off," he said, they flew away from me. He pinched my nipples, bit my neck, and kissed me some more, all I wanted now was to see him naked again, and have that beautiful black weapon deep in me once again. Was I in for a surprise! I was guided backwards to the bed.

When he got me there I was more than ready for him, his black skin seemed to envelope me like a dark parachute of silk. I fell back onto it and into the arms of someone behind me. Suddenly my nipples were under attack from new fingers, new nails. I had to gasp in arousal I was already there wasn't I?

I stole my eyes away from Steve and looked down, what I saw was a surprise like I had never had. The fingers were long and slender, smooth and unknotted, smooth as silk bare forearms, beautiful deep but light brown? They were definitely not Steve's fingers. There was something else that more than grabbed my attention. The nails were long, perfectly manicured and painted in glittering silver; they had to belong to another woman!

I gave Steve an astonished look; he smiled at me and said.

"Behave yourself and do as you are told." He walked away, I saw him take the 'do not disturb' sign from the door, then he went out. I was alone with someone else, a woman. I tried to turn to look but couldn't see who it was, by then my nipples were screaming at me, her hand quickly left one and dived into my heated pussy, I looked down stupidly and saw the fingers working away, they knew exactly where to hit me.




A True Black Slave



Her fingers doing what they were doing caused me to stretch my legs outwards and straight, my head fell back. I didn't have time to respond in the negative, the surprise and arousal I was feeling was total, total because I wanted Steve in me again and he had known it. I was suddenly flipped over onto my stomach where my demise was completed; I had no strength to fight.

Who ever it was finished her dominance of me and yanked me up of the bed, I was grabbed by my pony tail, bent over and slapped. I could see the bottom half of her and could tell she was a tall shapely woman, she held me down and walked me around the room, slapping my ass as I went. Why was this happening? I thought. Why has Steve done this to me?

Next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the room, and she was straddling my back.

"Come on bitch, ride me.! I received a wallop on my ass then another and another. "Move it!" she ordered. I crawled around the room with her on my back like she was riding a horse, my pony tail securely fixed in her hand, I felt so humiliated it was unbelievable.

I was then tipped over onto my back and she was on me. I was looking up at an exquisitely beautiful woman, much taller than I. She must have had about 20lbs on me. There was no way I could even dream of taking her on. Her body was smooth and sleek, my eyes went from her upper body to the thighs pressing down on me, toned gilded and super creamy, narrow waist, tight taut torso, every thing about her exuded inner belief of herself. No lack of confidence at all.

Her whole skin looked like glass, shiny and glittering, and she was black, or rather very dark brown. I quivered again, now I knew what Steve was up to, he was trying me out, to see if I was the black cock black skin lover I thought I was. Well the answer was right there above me.

"Hands above your head," she told me, I obeyed immediately. "My name is Serena, soon you will call me mistress, you are mine now, Steve has to leave and probably won't be back, I know this may disappoint you, but you'll get over it. You belong to me now Jilly, I am going to take you away from your husband and keep you for myself and my friends." It was a statement not a question, I was being told, end of.

"But I don't understand?" I said.

"You will honey, I've been looking for you since forever, and I am not about to let you go. I know you are a black cock, skin loving slut, and I am going to teach you to be a black slave, you will serve me very well, and you will be cared for and loved."

"I'm frightened," I whimpered.

"Don't be Jilly, I know this is a big shock for you, but you already know your destiny don't you? You know you belong to black."

"Keep your hands above your head, don't move them," it was not only an order, it was a warning too. Then she started on me, soon I was whimpering in another unknown way. All my life I had never entertained being with another woman, and here I was moaning as she worked me up up and onwards. I hardly took my eyes off her deep midnight pools as they stared back at me intently.

I saw in my vision the huge dark areas around her own large and very protruding nipples, they looked hard, stiff, erect attractive; I wanted to feel them to see if they were, but I daren't move, not now. Her own fingers fastened on mine again and she tortured me, her touch was something I had never known, the pressure was explicit, her control exquisite. I was stumbling my words and moaning as she increased her dominance of me.

Her eyes held mine, she was using me I knew that but now I wasn't caring about it.

"You love being used and abused by black people don't you Jilly?"

"Yes," I answered truthfully.

"You are a black cock loving, black skin loving, black slave loving slut whore aren't you Jilly?"

"Yes," I whimpered, I saw my life as I had known it slipping away.

"You are just a white wife tramp, submitting to superior black aren't you Jilly?"

"Yes I am,"

"You want to be mine don't you Jilly?"

"Yes."

"A black fuck slut, sex toy bitch, is that what you are, is that what you want to be Jilly?"

"Yes yes I do," I couldn't believe myself.

"You will submit yourself to any black man or woman who takes you won't you Jilly?"

"Yes I will Serena," It was the first time I had used her name. "And especially for you and Steve," I said softly.

"That's what I wanted to hear," she said.

She then slapped both of my breasts, and before I could react she had slapped both about three times each. I cried out in pain and surprise. I put my hands on her wrists, big mistake.

"Move your hands right now or you will be in more trouble than you can imagine," she growled at me. The pain was awful but I put my arms above my head again.

"Get up Jilly," she told me and rose to her own feet. I did and stood before her, I could see the full height of her now, she was at least 6ft tall, and as I said about 20lbs heavier than me but she was beautifully proportioned. Her breasts were large and rounded, and her nipples, well, you could swing off them I'm sure. She was narrow waisted, full hipped and legs that went on for ever. However it was her face that caught my full attention, it was so heart breakingly lovely, irresistibly beautiful, and her hair flowed down in black silk waves.

She deliberately held herself tall, towering above me.

"Get down on your knees and kneel up," she told me. I did so, swinging her left leg she stepped over me. My face was level with her pussy, the smell washed over me as she closed the tiny gap. It was hauntingly sweet.

"Get on with it Jilly, you may not have done this before, but you know what to do don't you?" I nodded my head mweakly and dipped into her, I felt her hand at the back of my head holding me in . I licked tentatively; it was sleek, silky and gently absorbing.

"That's my beautiful blond married pussy licking, pussy loving slut," she muttered, "go for it Jilly, you had better make me cum or else," was her warning order.

I went for it, I had no choice, but I didn't want one either now, I wanted to be where I was, obeying her, on my knees serving my black mistress, I had a black master in Steve, and now I had a black mistress in Serena, and I was going to do my damndest to make her cum as she had told me to.

I could feel her leaning forward pressing into me, I held my ground and pressed back, tipped my head anf dug into her increasingly heated slippy pussy, it was smooth and glass like, not a hair anywhere, not a bristle. I got into a pattern and sucked, licked and nibbled, I let my hand find her clit, any woman knows where that is don't they, even one who has never done what I was being made to do, which I hadn't.

Serena jammed my head into her, she leaned forward even more and then I felt her trembling, she was cumming. I could feel it. Then her sweet love nectar filled my mouth, I swallowed and sucked at the same time, running my fingers up and over her little nub was all it took for her to unload all she had, and I took everything I could get in my mouth and on my tongue. I held her by the hips, I was serving her as best as I could, I wanted nothing more in my life right now than to make her cum.

She fell away from me and on to the bed and flopped down, I stayed where I was, I wasn't sure what to do, I didn't want to spoil the moment for her or for me. I waited several minutes, then she sat up.

"Well that wasn't bad for a first timer Jilly," she said, "in fact it was quite good, you are going to be a terrific pussy slut by the time I've finished with you." I actually felt happy.

"On your hands and knees again," she told me, I obeyed again, and again she rode me around the room, slapping my ass, using my pony tail like reins. Then I was up on my feet bent over at the waist and walking around following her. I felt so humiliated, but excited at the same time. I just knew I loved the black domination.

"On the bed and on your back Jilly," I did. Serena 69nd me, I had never ever imagined myself in this position, but it was a total position of utter submission I loved it. Her sweet honey nectared pussy enveloped my face; I breathed her in, sucked and licked her in, my arms over her smooth ass. She had her head buried between my legs. I came in no time, I threw my hips up to her, I couldn't help it. I seemed to swoon. I regained my senses to find her leaning over me.

She was gazing into my eyes.

"I'm so glad Steve brought you to me, we are going to be great together, but don't worry, you will still be getting lots of black cock Jilly, lots of it, and big cock too I promise you." I didn't know what to say. It sounded as if I was being taken away, I didn't understand.

She saw the hesitation in my eyes.

"You have a choice to make now Jilly, one that will change your life even more than it already has, you already know you will never be able to turn your back on me, Steve, or even other black people. You are in, you are a black slut whore, it's your place in life now to serve me, us. There is no escape, even if you wanted to."

I knew she was right, I just wish I had known all of this a lot sooner, I would have been in this position years ago and gladly.

"What am I to do Serena?" I wanted some guidance here.

"You will go home, and either tell your husband you have met someone else, a black person and see what his reaction is, or you will just pack, write a dear john letter and leave." I pondered what she said, and then I watched her get off the bed, go into her bag and fetch out what turned out to be something I had never seen. It was a black strap on dildo.

She didn't say any more, she just got on me and rammed it right home, it took my breath away, I cried out in astonishment, pain, hurt and utter arousal. Serena fucked me with no thought what so ever for me, I know she did. I accepted it all; I surrendered to her once more. She made me cum again and again. She bit my neck, kissed me, sucked on my breasts. She lifted my feet over her shoulders and really tore into me. I wailed under her, utterly helpless, completely defenceless and manically happy.

After she had finished with me I knew I would be leaving my loving husband, I could never ever give this up, the thought of me spending my life at the behest of Serena, Steve or any other black people was more than I cared to think about, because I wanted it more than anything I had ever wanted in my young life.

Later as Serena loved me, showing me what black loving was really about, it was submission by love, no coercion, no forcing, no taking, just love. I was facing her, and had my back to the door, I felt the bed move and then a cock was in me from behind, two arms closed around me, and I knew they were Steve's arms, I got fucked long and very hard from behind, Serena held me, Steve fucked my. Heaven was in my world.

When had shot his load into me I turned happily into his arms.

"Has Serena taught you today Jilly?" he asked me.

"Yes Steve she has, and I love it all. I will be what ever you want me to be, both of you. I want to be your black cock, black skinned slut whore for the rest of my life."

"Okay Jilly, you will leave home and husband on Monday, I will come for you, you can follow me to your new home."

"Yes Steve, I'll be ready I promise."

"Okay you can go now, get dressed and leave, Serena and I have a lot to talk about." I was dismissed, I looked at them both with sadness, I wanted to stay. He pointed at the door, "go, and go now." Then he turned his back, I dressed feeling bewildered and turned to leave.

"Oh and by the way, if you see a black man I want you to let him fuck you, any where, any body, okay?" I just stood there amazed, I was in la la land.

"Go on, go!"

I went home, I didn't see any black men, I don't know if I wanted to, I didn't know how I was feeling. I was only Tuesday. I wanted to go to bed and reflect on my life, but I knew there was no going back. A decision had been made, my old life was gone. Graham knew something was wrong and I knew I could never tell him, I was going to just leave a letter and leave.

I was feeling better of myself by Thursday in fact was happy that I was indeed a black cock loving slut, and already looking forward to Steve or and Serena having me again. I shouted it at myself in the mirror. As I was telling myself what I was and rejoicing in it, I saw black man, or a young black man across from my back garden messing about in his. My thoughts immediately went to what Steve had told me, and they also went to my pussy. 'Black cock in sight,' it yelled to me!

I began to think about how I could get him, maybe just lean over the fence and ask him if he wanted to fuck me? No I couldn't do that, then I saw the pile of gardendebris in the corner, it had been wanting to be moved for the last month. I dashed out and called to him.

"I'm looking for someone to do a job for me, are you interested?" I asked him breathily, flashing my eyes his way.

"Yea, what is it?" he replied.

"Its this mess here, I need it taking away. He looked over and saw it.

"No problem, I'll be around in five okay?"

"Thank you," I gushed sexily, "I'll be waiting for you."

He pulled up with a trailer attached to his jeep, backed it in and started. I was upstairs in a moment getting ready for his and my seduction. He was a strapping lad, well built and about 20 years old.

I put on a very short loose skirt, I tinier top that revealed everything, no bra, cleavage well on show, stockings and heels; you could see the tops when I walked. I brushed my long blond hair and had it down and flowing around my shoulders. 'If this doesn't get him I'm a monkey's uncle,' I thought. I chatted to him as he worked; let him see eyefuls of me, sent lots of fluttering eyes his way. He drove it away and was back in 15 minutes.

I invited him in, making sure I was as close as I could get without stepping into a pocket. I picked up my purse.

"What do I owe you, how would you like me to pay you?" I asked seductively, a smile playing on my lips. He had got the message, this beautiful blond married woman was throwing herself at him, and he caught me. He had me in his arms straight away, I pressed myself into him.

I had a lewd thought of what Steve would have said had he seen me right now. "There isn't a black man on this planet that doesn't want to fuck a beautiful blond, especially a beautiful married blond," he had told me.

"Ooooh," I said softly, "you are after some sort of special payment then?"

"You bet lady, you bet," and he kissed me, I melted into him, no more pretences now.

"Do you want me Tony?" He pressed his prick into me.

"What do you think?" he said, "I have two hours before the wife gets home, so lets go okay." I dragged him off, I was going to be fucked by a neighbours black husband, I felt so deliciously wicked and turned on.

I couldn't get upstairs fast enough, the fact that I was going to be fucked by this black man in my marriage bed only served to turn me on even more. The devil woman was rife and knew no bounds now, I was a true black slut and I embraced it completely. I turned to him and threw myself into his young arms, he didn't waste any time either, he tore my clothes away forcibly. He grabbed my top in both hands and just ripped it in half, my skirt went with one mighty yank, and he took my thong with it. It made me gasp in further arousal, I knew right then I was in for a rutting.

I pulled him onto the bed and helped him get out of his things. He was sweaty from the manual work he had been doing and the odour served as an aphrodisiac to my sensitive nostrils. His manliness smell addled my mind. I also knew that if we had been stood near each other in certain circumstances, I would have moved because of the smell, but no today! I dove at his prick and sucked it in. He let me for a while, then just threw me over on to my back and mounted me, no finesse, no gentle persuasion; he was on me, over me and in me in one ponderous back breaking thrust.

I looked up at the most wonderful sight again, a black man was on me, and he had his beautiful sexy black prick in me, in his slut, his whore for black cock. I was becoming used to thinking of myself in that way now. It was becoming a part of my mind set. He fucked me hard, very hard. He told me I was the most beautiful glorious fuck he had ever had. I beamed with pride; it made me want to please him more.

I held on to my new lover the way I knew I had to, to make sure he got what he wanted from me, and that was to cum and cum hard. My feet were high over his back I could see them when I managaed to open my eyes now and agin as my humping increased. My hands were hard into his back, holding him onto me. His mouth was in my neck and hair. I could feel him sucking and biting me, he would leave me marked severely. Did I care? Did I fuck!

Darrell, that was his name I learned later, gave me an horrendous thumping, I don't know if he was like this all the time, but I was going to get his number for later, that's for sure. I was cumming under him, he seemed to have my life in his hands as he fucked me. I loved it, I was being beaten, bashed, bothered, beautifully battered and becoming very bewildered.

I opened my eyes and he was getting dressed, I looked at him and thought, 'what a guy,' Steve could and had fucked me perfectly, but this guy had done me over like a kipper. I just lay there and watched him, I had no strength to get up, he grinned at me, and said.

"You were, are perfect, I'll be watching for your old man leaving in the morning and I'll be across, be ready won't you?" And he went. I lay there mouth agape, 'Jesus,' I thought. 'He's coming in the morning, oh God!'

When I got out of my cum soaked bed I looked in the mirror, I had big love bites on my shoulders and lower neck. 'Fuck,' I thought, but then saw that if I wore a high collar I could hide them, but Steve and Serena would see them next week. 'Well,' I said to myself, 'he did order me to do it didn't he? I was starting to feel a fulfilled woman. I was finding my destiny, my future, and I knew that not many people would feel that ever in their lives.

I was fast asleep when my husband came home; he was feeling a little amorous when he came to bed. I pretended it was all okay but I'm sure he felt the tension in me. He did what he had to do. I was sorry that I couldn't respond to him anymore. He had been a good husband and I suppose he didn't deserve this, but it wasn't my fault either. I was born to be the woman I was fast becoming. And the more I thought about it, the more I was looking forward to belonging to Steve and Serena and anyone they decided I would do. I didn't know what they had in store for me but what ever it was I would go with it all the way.

Darrell came as stated and had me over my kitchen table, on the stairs and then in my bed, he was unstoppable and I loved what he did to me. I was like a rag doll by the time he finished with me. I must confess he did hurt my ass when he got me there. But as far as I was concerned now things were what they were, and there wasn't going to be any change soon. I was a black man's or if you like, a black woman's play thing, fuck toy, sex toy, slut whore, you name it I was it. And long may it continue. I was besotted with all things black.

On the Monday I was packed by midday, I had spent the weekend going over in my mind what I would be taking, what I would be leaving and I wouldn't look back, no regrets apart from hurting Graham. Serena came for me at three; she came into the house, inspected what I was taking, then inspected me. She kissed me, felt me, fingered me, and got me hot in seconds.

"Say goodbye Jilly, you won't be coming back." I nodded my head. I knew that, I had left my husband a long letter sort of explaining what was what, he knew I hadn't been myself.




A True Black Slave



She made me strip and then said,.

"Right, out you go to the car." I was aghast. But her look told me not to argue or else. I hurried from the house and got there as quickly as I could. Serena made me wait; I was stood naked while she swanked her way to her car.

She got in but she took her time unlocking my door, I could see one or two people watching me standing there. I was so embarrassed and ashamed. Thankfully Serena let me in and off we went.

When we got to her home which I had never seen I was astonished, it was huge, enormous, massive gardens, a five door garage. But there was an even bigger shock for me inside. When we got to the door it was opened and there in front of me was an exquisite beautiful blond, and she was wearing a very skimpy but gorgeous bikini top, around her hips was a transparent sarong type thing, no bikini bottoms and she was wearing high heels. She greeted Serena as maam, and me she called me by name.

"Hello Jilly, welcome to our home, your new home, please follow me."

Serena walked in and beckoned me to follow, and to 'close my mouth.' Which I knew was wide open. I did! I stepped in and the lady told me to follow her. As she walked down the hall, Serena said

"This is Nicci, make sure you do as you are told, you are new here, the way we do things have to be shown to you." I nodded my head, a twirl flitted through my tummy, I found this all strangely exciting for some reason. She took me to a staircase at the back of the house and led me up them. At a door half way down the landing she stopped and opened it. She led me in to a beautiful bedroom.

"This is our room," she told me, "in two weeks time I will have my own, and if and when No 3 comes in you will share until you are given your own room. This place is all about rewards, you get out what you put in." I had no idea what she meant by that, I asked her.

"Can I ask you some questions please?"

"Go right ahead, that's why I'm here for you."

"Are you er, hmmm, er...?"

"Yes I am, I'm the same as you Jilly, here to serve my black masters, whatever they want from me they get, I don't care what it is, you and I have been given to them, we serve, end of!" Was her emphatic answer. My tummy did a somersault.

"Who is the head of this house?" I said.

"That's William, but Steve is the one who runs things here." Now I was disturbed.

"Are we prisoners?"

"No you can walk out of that door anytime you like, no questions, you go if you want to."

"Have you ever thought of it."

"Yes, the day I came here, just like you."

"And now?"

"I would kill anyone to tried to get me to leave, I love it, I love what I do, what I am here for, and I die with love from what I am." I was surprised by her conviction.

"What do you do, what will I do?"

"I make love and am made love to by anyone who wants me to, and whom ever I am told to. Every one is black, women and men, I am treated like a queen, and a whore at the same time. I am a slut for black cock and skin, unequivocally."

"Wow," I said, "I have to admit, I am excited by this, but will I be okay, I am a little frightened, I know Steve and Serena will treat me well, but there are others?"

"There are lots of others, but everything is controlled, the men and women who use me are good people, and boy do I love being used."

"Jilly enough questions for now, there are people for you to meet."

"What now?"

"Yes, and put these on, you have to be dressed for them at all times, don't worry you'll get used to it."

I took what she gave me, looked at them, looked at her, she cocked an eyebrow; I put on what I was given. It was an expensive and tiny bikini top, a transparent sarong, and pair of backless high heels which fit me perfectly.

"Give your hair a brush and let's go, they are waiting for you." Again I did as I was told. We went down and across the enormous house, I wondered if it was a house or a home. We stopped at two huge doors, Nicci knocked and we waited, a voice called, 'come.' Nicci opened the door and in we went it was a kind of sitting room with lots of big sofas, armchairs and very expensive looking furniture. I was amazed at the obvious opulence.

I saw Steve and Serena straight away, they were smiling at me.

"Jilly, step forward please," Steve said, I was in front of a man, a black man, my body tingled. He wasn't tall only about 5ft 9 or 10" but he had everything else a man needs, he had looks, presence, and I could tell he was a man who knew who he was.

"This is William Jilly, sir this is Jilly," she made the introductions and stood back. I was left standing in front of the man, who I knew was the man!

"Pleased to meet you sir," I said, I felt like crumbling already.

"And I am pleased to meet you at last too Jilly, I have heard a lot about you, and it pleases me to see you are just as beautiful as Steve and Serena have told me."

"Thank you sir," I replied, I stood waiting for him to continue.

"First things first Jilly, then we'll move on. You understand why you are here?"

"Yes sir I do."

"And are you comfortable with everything, you know why you have been selected for me/us, by us?"

"Yes sir," I said, "and I am very happy to be here." He smiled at that, it pleased him.

"You accept your life has changed and you will not return to it unless you decide to, but knowing this will be over forever, no turning back?"

"Yes sir, no going back, ever." I told him with conviction. God I wanted him to fuck me, so he would know that what I was saying was heartfelt. I was, am, and always will be, for now and for ever a black slut whore, it knew without doubt it really was and is my destiny.

"You can leave," he said to those behind me. I heard movement, and then he said.

"Step to me Jilly." I did and was about 6" from him.

"You know what to do?" Not saying a word I slid to my knees.

"Good girl," he said. "Go."

I looked up at him and felt my heart swell, what was I turning into, what had I turned into? My life as I had known it was gone forever in a matter of a few weeks, and I had no regrets, not yet anyway. I loved being who I was, what I was, the new me!

I unhooked his pants, slid the zip down, reached in and pulled out his cock. I looked at it, again I looked at him then paid homage to it and him. I pulled it into my mouth, the black silkiness, smoothness, the alpha male man smell. I was hypnotised right at the very beginning, I had a black cock in my mouth, my masters black cock. 'This is what I want, this is where I want to be, on my knees before a highly superior being, a black being.' I told myself. I gave him the best, biggest and hardest blow job I had ever given anyone. I made him cum very quickly. As he grunted and unloaded mountains of his cum, he patted my head.

"Go to Nicci, tell her to put you in my room, I'll be along later." I stood up and he kissed me, I melted. I went to find Nicci; she looked surprised when I told her she had to put me in his room.

"Wow," she said, "it was three days before I was put there, you must be good Jilly?" Then she giggled and led me off. I followed her asking if I needed my things. "No," she told me, "you don't need anything, he will be all you need." I pondered that statement.

But I was in for one more surprise, each surprise I had had was out doing the last one. Nicci ushered me in, showed me around and left. I walked the room(s) it was more like a suite.

'Is this the gilded cage?' I thought. Then the door opened and to say I stood there opened mouth had to be the understatement of the year.

Three black women walked in smiling at me, and they were big women, I think the smallest of them was at least 6ft, the tallest and biggest had to be 6ft4" or there abouts. And they must have each outweighed me by at minimum 40 to 60lbs. And on top of that, even though they had a masculine look about them they were all extremely beautiful too. I knew straight away what was in store for me and I resigned myself to it. I instinctively understood that fighting, trying to prevent, and to challenge them was a definite no no.

All of them wore a sarong type of garment, a bikini top as I was, but they couldn't hide their enormous breasts, the sway of their hips, each ones figure was in tune with their stance and size. The biggest of the three was at centre; she stepped forward, looked at me and said quizzically

"Jilly?" I knew what she meant; I dropped to my knees and shuffled forward. Her sarong lifted, her hand went to the back of my head and my face, mouth and lips were pressed into a wonderfully sweaty soft fleshy pussy, it seemed to wrap around me like an octopus, it engulfed me. I sucked and licked, I needed no encouragement, no forcing. She wanted it, I wanted it, she got it big time.

I tried my hardest to get my face and tongue all the way in. I was holding on tight to her hips forcing myself in as much as I could possibly get. She was dripping sex into my mouth where I swallowed and lapped it all. Then a finger found its way into my ass, I knew it wasn't the one above me, then my clit was crunched between tight nails. I orgasmed immediately, but never lost track of the mission set for me.

Suddenly hands and mouths and fingers were all around me and in me, kisses on my neck, my back, everywhere. I was being fantastically assaulted by three very large and gorgeous black women, and I knew there was no possibility of rejection. Whether I wanted it or not didn't matter, it was all about them. But having said that, here I was on my knees being beautifully 'seen' to, and I loved it all. I made her cum in my mouth it was a victory of sorts but I also knew it was what I was there for.

She stepped off me and the other two pulled me up and took me to the bed, and it was there that I really got it. I knew I excited them, to have a beautiful blond at their mercy, their beck and call, to do with as they pleased turned me inside out with arousal. And it gave them added impetuous to 'do' me good and proper, and boy was I up for it. Being the helpless subject of three big beautiful black amazons was all I could ever have hoped for.

I had my wrists tied to my sides, one of them got above me in the 69 position and lowered her self all the way down but holding her buttocks and pulling them wide to open her pussy she sank all over me, it was a glorious feeling to have that slithering vagina fold over me. The other two took a thigh each, knees either side, each one straddled me. Then I was taken to the cleaners, my pussy was robbed of any independence, my clit was attacked, my ass was plundered wonderfully, my nipples got the same attention. I had orgasm after orgasm, willingly taken. I was fabulously treated to a seminar of how women can fuck women, no dildo was needed here. I was screaming into the pussy above me as I tried my damndest to swallow it.

They kept up their onslaught until I just collapsed inwardly. The orgasms they made me have were of a life threatening variety I'm sure, my life! They slid away leaving me wrecked on the bed. I found it hard to move, I wanted to thank them, tell them that I didn't know love, life and sex could ever be like this. The look in their eyes told me they already knew that.

The leader of the pack untied me, looked at the clock on the side.

"Be stood and be ready in the centre of this room in two hours." She told me.

"Yes I will be maam," I replied subserviently, and they left, I lay there for some time recovering from the 'ordeal,' laughable wasn't it?

I went into the shower, scrubbed myself virginal clean, washed my hair, and returned to the bedroom, I stood there amazed, the bed had been remade, a window was open, the room smelled delicious, and my bags were there for me. I blow dried my hair and brushed it to a super glossy shine, it was truly golden. I did my face as carefully as I ever had. I looked for something to wear in the walk in closet. There was only a selection of sarongs, a selection of skimpy bikini type tops and backless high heels. This must be the uniform? I thought to myself.

I chose white silk transparent wear and matching heels and I was ready, I looked the clock, five minutes to go. I stood where I had been told to and waited, for what? I had no idea, but I knew it would involve black sex for certain. I was already trembling with excitement.

The door opened and in walked William, he smiled at me.

"Are you ready Jilly for me?" he asked softly.

"Yes sir I am. "I replied breathily. He walked behind me and said, "Come here." I turned and went to this black god like figure. I felt in awe of him, there was something about him that I had never encountered. He gave off the aura of true self acclaimed persona.

I dropped to my knees below him; it was where I wanted to be, on my knees before my true master. I was his slave, his puppet. This beautiful young blond wife was giving her life to this man, to do with what he wanted. And what he wanted stunned me to the core. But first he made me blow him again, I gave everything I had, his cock was thick strong, and powerful, but most of all it was black. Black cock was my king. I briefly thought of my husband, what he would think if he could see me, if he knew what I had become. A complete and utter slave to black skin, black cock, and black pussy.

My master blew a load down my grateful throat, then he took me to bed where he truly made me his, he fucked my ass unceremoniously. Then we slept, when I awoke I slid down him and rested his prick in my mouth. I felt him move, he pulled me up to him, kissed me and fucked me so hard it hurt, but it was a good hurt, I came in droves.

It was then he told me what he was going to do with me. I listened to every word. He had a 20 year old autistic son, he was a virgin, and William had been waiting for the right woman to come along. I was that woman, he told me. His son was a beautiful boy, a loving nature, terminally shy. He was everything he had ever wanted, but he wanted more for his son, he wanted his son to have a life. Could I be the one?

All I could say was, "Sir if I can make him happy then I will do it, first for you, then for him." He was very pleased.

"Jilly, you will never want for anything, you will have the home of your dreams, you will be financially secure. I am a billionaire. Nothing will be out of range for you, even, if you wish a very very private life outside of what I am asking of you. And you will always be allowed to walk away, no recriminations, no regrets."

"I will never walk away from you sir, I belong to you, and I am very happy about that." I told him.

The following day I was introduced to Hank, and he was amazing right from the off, we talked, chatted, spent time together, he had no idea of what his father had asked of me. I must admit I was enamoured by his obvious charm, his shyness, but he was a beautiful boy. He had to be at least 6ft 5" and built like a brick outhouse. This was not going to be hard to do, he enchanted me.

We courted for at least two weeks and more and more I was enjoying my time with him. We went everywhere together, played and he let me into his life. Then we shared our first kiss, if I had been a hunter, a sexual predator he wouldn't have had a chance. But I wasn't I was a woman who was falling for another man, a boy. Yes he was terminally autistic, but he was still a loving human being, and I knew I could never hurt him. He deserved far more than that.

It was around that time that I decided to take us to the next level. We made love. I got him undressed, in bed and his cock in my hands. He came all over me, he couldn't help himself and I had to calm him down, he was so embarrassed, but I got him back under control and the same page as me. He had a lovely cock, commensurate with his size so I was more than pleased about that. I just had to teach him how to use it and love me with it too.

I fell in love with him, and I knew he loved me too, was I home? In two weeks he was fucking me from pillar to post and in just the way I had taught him to, and in ways he wanted to as well. He knew nothing of my past and never would. I had come off the pill, I had had a long conversation with William about things and he was deliriously happy for us both. Six months later I was pregnant. I gave birth to perfect twins, a boy and a girl. Neither child could be more loved than they are. Grandpa William, god parents Steve and Serena and three beautiful black babysitters were always on hand when needed.

Me? You are reading of the happiest woman on this planet, a blond beautiful loving slave to my husband, at his side, on her knees to him, and always will be.