37 comments/ 101575 views/ 72 favorites Jodi's Story: Road to Being a Slut By: jodired This is my story. I have made it as accurate as I can; obviously I was not able to record conversations word-for-word as this occurred several years ago. But I think I've been able to get it pretty close. * I was born in the Dallas area to a "good Baptist family." We went to church 3 times a week (Sunday morning, Sunday night, Wednesday night) and lived our lives by the teachings of the church. As a teenage girl, I dated a little but never did anything more than kiss a boy good-night. When it came time to go to college, my parents chose a very strict Christian school in Oklahoma, where male-female contact was very strictly controlled. Thus by the time I was nearing graduation from college, I was still a 22-year old virgin. My church and my family strongly encouraged marriage, and I met a man through the church I attended at college. He was 23 years older than me, but that didn't seem so much at the time. He was a widower, his first wife having died suddenly about 3 years earlier, and they were childless. He was very nice and respectable and seemed exactly what a husband should be. When he proposed to me, I eagerly accepted, and we were married a week after my graduation from college. Now, even though I was a virgin, I DID know what sex was; well sort of. I expected that my husband, having been married before, would fill me in on what it was all about. But on my wedding night, my new husband explained to me that in his view, sex was strictly a means to produce children, and since I was not fertile at that time, there was no point in us "doing anything." So my first sexual experience came 2 weeks later. It was disappointing and less than I expected. It lasted less than a minute. Even being a virgin, I could barely feel my husband's inside me. There was no pain, and no blood (as I had been led to believe there would be). I was worried that it was my fault, that my husband might think that I was not a virgin. But he acted as though it was normal, and did not approach me for sex for another month, when the same thing happened. I saw that his penis was much, much smaller than I thought it would be. It was only 2-3 inches long when fully erect and very thin. It was about as big around as a tampon. I went to my doctor and was told that my hymen was still intact, and the doctor explained that sometimes the man is just not big enough to actually penetrate the hymen on the first or even the second try. The third month he did manage to break my hymen, but again it lasted less than a minute (more like 10-15 seconds). We engaged in no "foreplay" at all except for just a few kisses. He would then get on top of me. I felt no real pleasure, but didn't really know any better. I had nothing to compare it to. And that's how my "sex life" went for the first 7 years of our marriage. In that 7th year, I discovered that I was indeed pregnant. I was thrilled and so was my husband. H went on to explain that there was no need for sex anymore since the procreation had occurred. My pregnancy was difficult, and I had to be hospitalized for the final 2 weeks. After the C-section delivery, it was decided that another pregnancy would be too dangerous for me. So my "tubes were tied" while I recovered from the delivery. Once I got home, my husband explained that we would not need to have sex again as there was no chance of pregnancy. From that day he never approached me again. I was 29 at the time. About a year later, my husband received awful news. He was diagnosed with prostate cancer, and surgery was required. They managed to get all of the cancer and save his life, but the surgery left him totally impotent. That didn't bother him at all, as he was not planning on having sex ever again anyway. I was left feeling somewhat unsatisfied with my life, but I didn't know why. I didn't know what I was missing. I mean, I saw TV shows and movies where women had hot, passionate sex, but I didn't know what that involved or what it would feel like. I kept busy with my interior design business although we didn't need the money. My husband's salary was more than adequate, but I enjoyed the work and time with our growing child. My husband and I were both very involved in our small, rural church. I taught Sunday School and was on several committees and chaired the Building and Grounds Committee. We went to plays in the city, took quiet vacations, and generally enjoyed life. In short, I had a sexless life but didn't really know any other way to live. But at the age of 31 life changed dramatically and forever. Given the racial theme of my eventual story, perhaps I should address the issue of my views on race at that time of my life. As I already said, I was raised in a strict Southern Baptist home, and my parents were very conservative in all ways...religion, economics, politics, and especially social/race relations. While I seldom heard my father use "the N word," it was clear that he considered blacks to be second-class citizens. We had no black neighbors or friends, and no blacks attended our church. There were blacks who attended the same public schools as I did, but the idea of me dating or even socializing with blacks was never considered or discussed. I just knew it was totally unacceptable. In September as I turned 31, I had settled into my proper white wife and mother routine, albeit a completely sexless one. We had long since moved to an unincorporated suburban area about 40 miles outside the larger city. It was not a farm area but each home had 2-3 acres of land around it. I stayed busy with my part-time business, maintained our home and volunteered at church. I had plenty of time to visit with my female friends, almost all of whom came from the same small, all white, rural church we attended. I was considered fortunate because I looked much younger than my real age (a family trait; at 65 my mother still could pass for 40!). I took great care to maintain my physique (5'2", 115 to 120 lbs.), with bright red hair and green eyes. While never considered a "beauty", I was by most accounts "attractive." On this life changing day, two of my closest friends from church were taking me out to celebrate my 31st birthday. One of them had suggested we meet at a trendy restaurant in the city. I knew the place but had never been there. I dressed in a way I considered "sporty." I wore a light dress that was fairly short for me. At church on Sunday, one of these ladies had gave me a small gold chain as a gift. Thinking it was a necklace, I embarrassed myself when I told her it was too small for my neck. She laughed and told me it was an ankle bracelet and meant to be worn on the foot. I had never heard or noticed such a thing, but wanted to not hurt her feelings so I put it on the day we were to meet. Since my minivan is an automatic transmission, I wore it on my left foot so it would not hang up on the brake pedal. Apparently I misunderstood the time we were to meet; I arrived just before 11 AM and my friends were not there. Taking a booth, I decided to be bold and ordered an alcoholic drink (something I rarely do). I sipped my drink and looked around the room, but of course I knew no one there. It was a warm summer day and my drink was refreshing, so I ordered another. As I sipped the 2nd drink I could feel the effects of the alcohol on my body. Suddenly a very large black man appeared at my table. Without asking he just sat down next to me in the booth. I was startled and scooted further in to get away from him. He just slid in further so that I was pressed against the wall on one side and his body on the other. I started to speak and ask him why he had sat down and to tell him to leave. But no words would come out of my mouth. Then he began to speak. I cannot recall his exact words, but they were burned into my memory. In a low voice he called me "bitch" and "cunt" and "slut"; he spoke of "fucking you silly" and "making you dance on my dick." Initially outraged, I quickly became sexually aroused, submissive, and I seemed to just melt as I sat pressed up against him. It was as though I had been waiting all my life for someone to talk to me like that. His hands began to roam all over me. He pawed my breasts and rubbed my nipple with his thumb. His other hand was on my legs. Then his large black hand was sliding up under the short hem of my dress. In a matter of what seemed like just seconds, he had my panties pulled to one side and was fingering my vagina. No man, not even my husband, had ever done that to me. I found myself humping my hips up to him as my mouth lolled open. He kissed me. It was not a kiss of tenderness, but a kiss of possession. He thrust his tongue into my mouth as the hand on my breasts dropped to take my hands and place them on his crotch. What I felt stunned me. Surely that could not be his penis! It was HUGE, easily 4 times the size of my husband's small 2 to 3 inch penis. Then he suddenly stood up. "Follow me, bitch," he said as he began to walk away. I slid out of the booth and literally ran after him as he left the restaurant. I vaguely remember throwing some money on the table to pay for my drinks. Outside, he took me by the arm and guided me to a large sedan. He pushed me into the passenger seat and then came around to the driver's side and began to drive. Without being told to, my hands went to his crotch again. I had to know if that thing I felt was real. I rubbed his pants where his penis pressed against the fabric. Suddenly he turned the car into a motel, parked and pulled me from the car. Pushing and shoving me ahead of him, he walked quickly to a room and opened the door. Inside, he locked and chained the door. Turning to me, he was already unbuttoning his pants. "Strip, you stupid cunt!" he barked at me and I immediately began to undress. As soon as he had his penis free of his pants, he roughly grabbed a handful on my hair and jerked my head down. At the same time he used one foot to kick at the back of my knees. I hit the floor hard and found myself at eye level to his penis. "Suck it, bitch!" came the command. He was telling me to do something I had not only never done but had never even contemplated doing. But right then, at that moment, I longed to do whatever this man wanted of me. Tentatively opening my mouth, I leaned forward to take the head of his penis into my mouth. "Hurry up, cunt!" he snarled, jerking my head forward so that his penis filled my mouth. Holding me by the ears, he proceeded to repeatedly jerk my head up and down. "SUCK HARDER YOU STUPID WHORE!" he commanded as I struggled to do his bidding. His penis was HUGE, and it filled my mouth completely. The tip of his penis oozed a clear, salty liquid and I immediately loved the taste. I could feel his penis growing even bigger which I never would have thought that possible! I gagged and choked from the sheer size of him as he thrust more of it into my mouth. He was still holding me by my ears and jerking my head up and down on his massive meat. I started to cry. I was afraid that I was doing it wrong and terrified that he would stop doing this to me, or worse yet, send me away. At that moment, being with this man and doing His bidding was the most important thing in the world to me. Finally he pushed me off of his penis and demanded to know what was wrong. Sobbing, I blurted out my awful truth. I confessed that I had no idea what I was doing or should be doing, and that I had never done anything even remotely similar to this. He was dumbfounded. Apparently this particular restaurant is THE interracial pickup spot in the city, and that around lunch time the bar is populated with mostly married white women who are there to have sex with any Black Man they can find. Having been there on many previous visits to town, he assumed that I was one such woman. He pointed to the ankle bracelet on my foot. He told me that the local custom was that any woman with a gold chain on her left foot is signaling to the world that she is a slut for Black Men and will fuck any Black who approaches her. He proceeded to curse me over and over for being such a stupid fucking slut. He said he was contemplating kicking me out of his room and going back to the restaurant to get "another bitch." Cowering in a corner, I apologized profusely for not being such a woman, but offered to do "anything" that he required of me sexually. I was so incredibly aroused and desperate for this Black Man to take me and use me. Finally he relented, and began to show me what I needed to do to please Him. He taught me the words. His penis became His COCK or His DICK, my vagina became my CUNT, the act became FUCKING. He would slap me across the face when I referred to it as "making love." "Bitch I don't love you and you don't love me. You is nuthin but a cunt to me. Just a piece of meat for me to use. You is my fuckmeat!" I found that I loved the sound of His voice when He talked to me like that. I reveled in His words and imagined myself as the sleaziest, nastiest whore alive. First He let me suck His cock for a long time, getting it wet and slick and hard as a rock. Soon my drool and His precum were running down my chin. He let me lick His balls. Then I received another slap for calling them "testicles." He told me to lick His asshole and I got another slap for calling it an "anus." He tore the rest of my clothing off my body except for my heels and pushed me onto my back. He instructed me to pull my legs up and out and as far back as I could as He knelt between them and rubbed the fat cock head over the lips of my cunt. His teasing was driving me crazy. I was begged for it. He sneered at me and gradually pushed His cock into my cunt. My GOD, it was like I was giving birth to it! I was TOTALLY unprepared for something of that size. It was as thick as my wrist! Soon after He entered me I could feel my body convulsing, tightening and spasming in a most delicious way. It was as though my entire consciousness and all my senses, were centered in my CUNT. I quickly thought of my vagina as His property; radiating heat and incredible pleasure. My muscles tightened to the point of tearing and then they released in a burst of pure ecstasy. I screamed with the sheer power and joy of it. He told me I was "cumming.". Whatever it was, it was a feeling I was immediately hooked on, and knew at that moment that I would do anything, yes, ANYTHING, to experience this again! I continued to scream out the joy of my orgasms, and He pushed me through a second and a third one. It was like I was cumming constantly. I could hear myself talking, screaming, sometimes an incoherent babble or animal grunts and gasps. Other times I used the words He had taught me: cock, fuck, cunt, slut, Your slut and whore. I told Him I loved Him and begged Him to keep fucking me forever. I promised to leave my husband and child for Him. I would do anything. Finally He apparently tired of my noise because He stuffed my own panties into my mouth to muffle me. I continued to talk and scream, but my words were no longer intelligible, just a slurred spew of sound. Finally, after God knows how long, He bellowed that He was going to cum. He quickened His pace and fucked me even harder. Until that moment the only man who ever had an orgasm inside me was my husband who produced less than a teaspoon of semen. This Man pumped wad after wad of warm cum inside me. Each wad was 5 to 10 times the size of my husband's total discharge. I could feel it coat the insides of my cunt, ooze out the sides and puddle under my buttocks. He finally slowed down until He eventually stopped. I was still humping up to Him, rotating my hips and squeezing my internal muscles as He had told me to do. He pulled the soaked cloth from my mouth and I took that as a signal to talk. I immediately began to thank Him for what he had just done to me and pledged my undying love for Him. As strange as it wounds, I still did not know His name! I begged Him to keep me with Him always. He just sneered at me and pushed my head down to His crotch. "Clean it up bitch!" was His command. And I did. I sucked and licked His cock and His balls until they were squeaky clean. He then pushed my face into the sheets and ordered me to lick up all the semen that had puddled onto the bed. I did it gladly and obediently. By the time that was done, His cock was erect and hard again, which simply amazed me. My husband was never erect again even 24 hours after he ejaculated. But this Man was a machine! He made me straddle Him and impale myself on His beautiful cock, which caused me to squeal with delight and pleasure. He showed me how to fuck Him, to swivel my hips as I rose up and down, to squeeze my inner muscles to massage His cock, to milk Him and worship Him. I am in pretty good physical shape. I jog 3 to 5 miles daily and work out at the health club 3 times a week. But I was laboring profusely to fuck Him the way He. He mauled my small breasts and cruelly twisted the nipples, which strangely aroused me even more! He slapped my buttocks and shoved His fingers into my mouth. "Suck 'em slut!" he demanded. I did as I was told and treated each one like it was a cock and I was giving it "head". With the fingers now wet, he proceeded to probe my anus, shoving first one, then two, finally THREE fingers into me. He was telling me how he was going to fuck me in the ass like a slut pig deserves. And even as my mind reeled with the lewdness of what He was saying, the desire to have it happen began to well up inside me. Before long He pushed me off of Him and stood up by the bed, easily lifting me up and then lowering my vagina, my CUNT, onto His enormous pole. Instinctively my arms went around His neck and held on for dear life and my legs wrapped around His waist. My short legs could not fit all the way around Him but I still clung to Him like He was my salvation. He then began to lift me up by the buttocks and then drop me. He skewered me on His cock. Deeper and deeper He went, until I could feel His cockhead banging into my inner organs. "You got it all bitch," He growled, "You got my whole dick inside your skanky married cunt!" And that pronouncement made me cum. Moments later I found myself pressed up against the wall of His hotel room, still impaled, as he hammered into me with incredible force and fury. He uttered a long string of obscenities and insults to me, and I responded to each by trying harder to fuck Him back. "Fuckin slut, goddamn piece of meat, fuckslut, take this you whore! Take my dick you sleazy cunt! Good for nuthin bitch, take my dick you dirty skank!" And I was squealing with delight, screaming through a series of countless orgasms. I begged Him to fuck me harder, deeper, longer, rougher and forever. I screamed out my love for Him. Then He put me face down on the bed, pushed my face into a pillow, and fucked me from behind. "Fuckin you like a dog" was the way He put it. And I did feel like a dog and an animal. I was a horny, mindless, animal whose only role in life was to take this Man's cock into my body. To take it anyway He wished to give it to me. At that moment if someone had put divorce papers in front of me I would have gladly signed them. I would have given away anything and everything in exchange for the hope of having this cock in me again. I needed to feel like this again and to become the wanton whore this Man wished to use. I could feel His cock swell again, and felt His strokes become shorter and quicker, and knew He was going to cum again. Suddenly He pulled out of me. I whimpered with frustration as He grabbed a handful of my hair and cruelly jerked my head up and back to Him. He crammed His cock into my mouth just as it began to spew His cum. Again, wad after wad spurted out into my throat. "You better swallow it bitch! If you lose a drop I'll smack you silly!" I began swallowing it frantically, taking huge gulps down into my belly. It coated my mouth, my teeth, my throat and I LOVED the taste! Eagerly I began to suck Him harder, hoping to get more of His cum. He let me do that for several minutes before pushing me away. I cowered on the bed because I was afraid I had done something wrong. I feared that He would not want to fuck me anymore. But He wasn't through with me. Jodi's Story: Road to Being a Slut He went to his dresser and opened a laptop computer and powered it up, He brought up pornographic movies, things I knew about in theory but had never actually encountered them. "Watch and learn something, cunt!" He snarled. I saw things I had never even heard about before. Beautiful white women were being fucked by 2, 3, 4 and more Black Men. These women were being fucked in the ass. Men were cumming on their faces and other women were licking and sucking on each other and pleasuring each other sexually. "You like that, bitch? What if I bring some other slut in here and have you two go at each other. Huh?" As His obscene question rattled in my mind, I slid over to Him and, without being directed to, took His flaccid cock into my mouth and began sucking Him up again. Before long He was erect again. He was not as hard and turgid as before, but easily harder than my husband had ever been. "Time for some assfucking bitch. Assume the position!" and laughed. Having seen the videos and how the Black Men fucked the white women in the ass, I rolled over onto my stomach and hoisted my rear end into the air. When He did not respond, I reached back and pulled by ass cheeks open, as I had seen one of the women in the video do. Still nothing happened. "Please," I begged as I turned my head toward Him. My voice was plaintively. "Please WHAT, bitch?" "Please fuck me" "How? Where?" "In my ass." Laughing crudely, He climbed onto the bed behind me and positioned Himself as I had seen the Men on the video do. He reached under me and collected some cum that was still oozing out of me and used it to lubricate His cockhead and the opening of my anus. Then He positioned His cock at my anus, grabbed a double handful of my hair....and pushed. "EEEE" I screamed. I could not believe how much it hurt. I struggled to get away from Him, but He had too strong a hold on my hair. He pushed again. "NO IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT! PLEASE NO!" But it did no good. He continued to push deeper and deeper into my ass. He stretched me and tore me and brutalized me. "SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!" He ordered, but I just couldn't. I continued to wail and cry and scream from the pain. Cursing down at me, He shoved a pillow into my face and effectively muffled my screams. I continued to scream and cry but now no one outside the room heard me, so He continued to plunder my tender ass. Finally He stopped pushing. The pain stopped building although it stayed at a high level. He was so deep. He was ALL the way in. He rotated His hips a few times, stretching my ass out a bit more. Then he began to withdraw. I sighed and thanked Him because I thought it was over. As His cockhead popped out of my ass, I raised my head to thank Him. Just then He took one hand and slide it under me, probing till he found my clitoris. Squeezing it, He immediately sent me into spasms of pleasure, and had me on the verge of an orgasm in seconds. Frantically I humped myself on His hand, begging Him to make me cum. And just as my orgasm began, He began to push his cock back into my ass. "AH, OH NO!" I was wracked by a delicious combination of intense pleasure and searing pain. The harder I climaxed, the deeper He pushed into my ass. I felt like I was going out of my mind, and soon found myself WANTING Him to take my ass. I was BEGGING Him to ass fuck me. He continued this dual assault on me as he made me cum with His hand while reaming my ass with His cock. This went on and on and on. He had cum twice already so He was not close to cumming yet. He pushed me through one, two, three, four, five hard orgasms. I lost count. They all just seemed to run from one to the next. Gradually I realized that He was pulling my head back by the hair again with BOTH hands, which meant He was no longer frigging my clitoris. It was MY hand in my cunt. MY hand was rubbing my clitoris. MY hand was making me cum! And I was cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming from His ass fuck! The sheer depravity of this totally overwhelmed me. I came so hard I almost passed out. "OH GOD! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY ASS! FUCH ME! FUCK MY ASS PLEASE!" "Whose ass is this, bitch?" "YOURS!" "Whose cunt is it, slut?" "YOURS! ALL YOURS" "Whatever I want? Whenever I want?" "YES, YES, GOD YES. ANYTHING!" And then I felt Him begin to cum with a roar. He pumped His hot cum into my ass. I was writhing and twisting and screaming. The next thing I knew, He had pulled my head back to His cock. "Clean it up, bitch! Clean it all up!" I immediately crammed His deflating cock into my mouth and sucked and licked it clean, then moved to His balls. When He was satisfied, He pushed me away with His foot. "That's enough bitch. Get out!" I blinked and stammered. "Why? What did I do wrong? What else can I do for You? Please!" But He just started putting on His clothes and said He had other plans. He was seeing another white wife that night and that He needed me to be gone. He said He was through with me. Humiliated, I went to my knees and begged to be allowed to stay with Him. My husband and child were a distant memory at the moment. He became angry that I wasn't getting dressed, so He gathered up all my clothes and threw them out the motel room door! "Go get 'em bitch, and LEAVE!" and with that he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the door. He pushed me out of the room, totally naked and slammed the door. I immediately began knocking and pounding on the door, begging to be let back in, but to no avail. Realizing anyone passing by could see me naked, I hurriedly got back into my clothes and retrieved my purse. Looking around I could see that the motel was just across a busy street and down the block from the restaurant where I had begun my day. I hurried back to my car. I don't know if it was my imagination or not, but I felt like every passing car had Men in it who could look at me and know exactly what I had been doing. I got into my minivan and began to drive home, almost like a robot, not really thinking about what I was doing. It after 6 PM and getting late. I had been in the motel room for over 6 hours. In my rearview mirror I could see that my face was a mess. My makeup was all gone and I had semen splattered on my face and in my hair. By some miracle, when I arrived home I found no one else there. I remembered that my child had a Scout meeting after school and would get a ride home from a friend, and apparently my husband was working later than usual. I rushed into the bathroom and stripped, burying my soiled clothes in the bottom of the clothes hamper. I was stunned when I saw myself in the full-length mirror. My breasts were covered with teeth marks; my buttocks were red and swollen from being repeatedly slapped. And my vagina, my CUNT, as I now thought of it, was gaping and open, and was oozing semen. I felt more semen leaking from my anus. Fortunately, my husband almost never saw me nude so I wasn't worried about him seeing my condition. I took a hot shower to rinse the cum of my used body and then dressed again. My husband was home by the time I got out of the shower, wondering why dinner was not ready (as was out routine). I told him that I had had a rough day at work, very physically tiring, up and down the ladder all day long. He accepted that without question and suggested we go out to eat. There is a small diner about 10 miles from our house that we frequent, and that's where we ate. As I sat there with my husband and child, I could feel more of the Black Man's cum ooze from my ass. I still didn't know his name. It was so hard to make idle conversation with my family. My mind was reliving all of the lewd, dirty, perverted, yet joyous and wonderful things I had done that day. That night as I lay beside my sleeping husband, I knew that my life had changed. I would never again be the sweet, demure, sexless woman I had been up to that point. I was determined to avoid being caught because I still loved my husband and my child. I thought that if I planned it right, I could maintain my family while still being able to be FUCKED the way I now craved. The next day I was so sore I could barely move. But by late morning I was dressed and on my way back into town. I was determined to find this Man and get Him to fuck me again. At the motel I was met by a maid who said the Man in that room had checked out that morning. At the front desk the female clerk told me He came through town about every other month on business. "I assume you spent some time in His room?" she said smiling at me. I sheepishly nodded. "Lots of women do and most of us who work here at the hotel have spent an afternoon with Him." And I blushed, but felt closer to her for our common bond. Not knowing where else to go, I went back to the restaurant where it all started. The Man I was seeking was not there, but other Black Men were. I stood in the lobby for a few minutes, and was soon approached by a 30-ish Black Man. He was large in build, towering over me. I felt weak and submissive towards Him and knew immediately that I would do anything and everything that He demanded of me. "You here for Black, bitch?" he asked. I nodded submissively. Twenty minutes later we were in another motel room. He was not as skilled sexually as the Man from the day before, but I still climaxed over and over and over. I screamed with pain and with pure joy. He used me orally, then vaginally, and then anally. I cleaned His cock with my mouth each time. He called me vile, filthy, degrading names and even urinated on my face when He was done with me. I told Him I loved Him. And then He walked out and left me there. I was gloriously happy. So, this has been my life has been for the past 11 years. I have other true stories to tell from my experiences. I have found many Black Men at that same restaurant, but also in other bars and in public places. I have become quite adept at showing Black Men that I am Their whore to use for that day. Black Men say I am a "good fuck" and that I am very accomplished with my oral skills. Along the way, I've found that there are many, many women like me. They are seemingly conservative white wives who are now sluts for Black Men with hard cocks. We talk about our adventures and share tips on how to get the most out of our addiction. And at times we share Black Men and also perform sex acts on each other for the Black Men's amusement. The odds are that you know women like us but have no idea what sluts we really are.