25 comments/ 166043 views/ 53 favorites Obsession: Ten Interracial Orgasms By: AnotherHotWife Note to readers: The overwhelming response to my original tale was positive and I was shocked to see so much fan mail. You have encouraged me to take the time out and write the second part of my journey and I have to say it was fun to relive it. I'm always surprised at how many men are actually encouraging their wife to do what I had to drag my husband into. And while I am happy to hear from you, I would love to hear from a few more of you curious wives or girlfriends. Obsession: Ten Days of Going Black was a condensed version of a twisted journey that took my husband and I a long time to go through. As I responded to one fan, Six-hundred Thirty Seven Days of Going Black would have taken way too much time to write and would have not been nearly as interesting. Sorry if that ruins the fantasy for some of you, but the question came up so often I had to say something. This second part is much more accurate though, so enjoy. Oh, for anyone who doesn't like the story: that is okay with me. I didn't expect to win any awards with it and I don't expect this type of lifestyle to appeal to everyone. But nobody is forcing you to read it and being mean to me really won't accomplish much. Besides, I find it amusing that some of you probably 'enjoyed' yourself and then wrote your hate mail afterwards. Perhaps you are more like my husband than you would like to admit… Obsession: Ten Interracial Orgasms "Good white wives sure aren't supposed to fuck black men. "That must make you a DIRTY, SLUTTY-" I started to cum as he continued to talk, "MARRIED, WHITE, BLACK COCK LOVING WHORE!" I couldn't even respond with anything in kind, just a set of OH's that got louder and louder. The climax caused me to involuntarily drive my fingernails into the sofa cushions. Jerome knew exactly what to do and what to say to get me off. I fell off of him and collapsed on the sofa. I looked over at his cock and it stood straight up like a flag pole; his excitement and activity had done nothing to stifle his ability to fuck me again. I, on the other hand, was tired. My legs were sore, my pussy was sore. I had cum four times and my body was deeply satisfied. I was ready to stop, but when those dark hands started moving up my thighs I realized things had not ended for the night. Jerome was worked up over seeing me pleasured and he was ready to finish, with or without my help. Before I could say anything he jumped on me and kissed me hard on the mouth. My body reacted in a mixture of ways – part of me wanting to push him off and the other part wanting to pull him close. To Jerome it was all background. He was going to have my body no matter what. His thick black cock slid easily into my wet cunt and he fucked me with a passion I had never experienced before. He was pressing me deep into the sofa leather and more than once I started to slip off in the mixture of our sweat. Each time he grabbed me and threw me back into place to receive his thrusts. The more I realized I had no choice in Jerome's actions, the more excited I got. It is every woman's worst fear to be raped, but almost every woman has harbored (at one point or another) a deep perverse desire to be thoroughly taken. For me it was something that was finally happening for real and in my mind I fantasized that Jerome was an intruder, tying my husband up and having his way with me. His grunts and moans were deep and near violent as each thrust smashed into my helpless pussy. Before I knew it I was having my fifth orgasm, my mind filled with the image of this brutish black man ravaging me as I struggled underneath him. "I can't-" I was panting and could hardly talk, "-believe how many times-" He pushed me on the floor and got between my legs again. "Jerome, wait, I need to rest-" "No way," he whispered. His cock was pushing inside me again. "Please, I'm so tired-" my words were cut off by a deep French kiss. I turned my head and pulled my mouth away, "Seriously, I want to stop for a minute." My words were so quiet compared to my earlier enthusiastic screams. Not that it mattered though – Jerome was pumping inside me again. My cunt was super-sensitive and each thrust was like an electric shock. I was twitching and squirming underneath him as I pushed on his chest but it was no use. He quickly moved and pinned my right hand above me. His right hand grabbed my left and he held both my arms over my head with ease. His other hand ran along the side of my body and squeezed my ass while he pounded me mercilessly. "Stop it!" I cried. Jerome was forcing himself into me, turning my sinister fantasy into a reality. I asked him to stop but on the coattails of what I had just been thinking earlier my body betrayed me once again. Almost as if he knew what I was thinking, he started whispering in my ear. "No, I ain't stoppin' now, bitch." "Please!" "No, you ain't done getting fucked till I say so." "No, stop!" "Nuh uh. Too late now, white girl!" "Oooh!" I let out a squeal – I wasn't orgasming yet but I could tell it was coming soon. Now I know in retrospect that I wanted it so bad, but at the time all I could think about was that my sweet white body was being raped by this black man and his huge black cock and I was excited because of it. Flashes of porn movies and our earlier fuck sessions flooded my mind as the sensation of being forced into interracial sex dominated my thoughts. Nevermind that I had fantasized about it in the past. And nevermind the fact that I was begging for it at that point. It was at that moment I realized I was his for as long as he wished it. I could do nothing or say nothing to stop him. My white body belonged to this black man and he was going to take whatever I didn't give him willingly. I submitted. I submitted in every way. My body was on fire and the only thing to put it out was with my own pussy juice. "You like me using your body, white bitch?" he asked under his heavy breath. "I don't know…" His thrusts were fast and furious as he kept up his nasty talk. "You like me holding you down? Forcing you to take my big black dick?" It was something I never experienced before. I had allowed myself to get in this position, to be force fucked, and it was wickedly and perversely exciting. There was no denying it. The most depraved things emanated out of my mouth uncontrollably. "Yes! Use me! Take me! Rape me! I'm your little bitch! Your fuck toy! Your white slut! Your- Your- OOH I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" A few more minutes passed and the relentless pounding sped up. Jerome came inside me, his arms squeezed me tight and I felt the whole weight of his body pressing me into the carpet. I could barely breathe for a moment and I took a loud breath when he finally put some of his weight back on his knees. My mind and body both were exhausted. The mixture of emotions was overwhelming and I felt like crying and laughing and screaming and moaning all at the same time. I held Jerome and buried my face in his chest. After a while I looked over at the clock and realized how hungry I was… For food this time. It was dark outside and the room was hot. I went to put the air conditioning down cooler but I could barely move. My legs were so tired and my pussy on fire. Jerome helped me up and I wobbled over to the thermostat. It was only 74 degrees but it felt like it was 100. He mentioned he didn't have to work but he did need to pick up a friend of his whose car was in the shop. It felt like he was setting up an excuse to leave but at least he wasn't running out the door. Besides, we had several hours before his friend was done with work. I suggested that we get something to eat and we both decided we should go out for a bite. Jerome pulled off the condom and carefully deposited it in my husband's remaining clean shoe. He chuckled evilly and I smiled back. It was so wrong but I didn't care. I brought him to the bathroom, started the shower, and told him I'd be right back. The shoes had reminded me of my captive audience upstairs and I decided that I needed to check on my husband who had been waiting so patiently. Obsession: Ten Interracial Orgasms She stood up and pulled him by his schlong to the bed. My wife's blouse was all the way off now and her skirt, panties, and shoes were following. Her bra was last as Jerome expertly used two fingers and unfastened it. Her tits were free and I was able to see how hard her nipples were. His black hands moved all over her body, exploring every inch of her flesh as his giant member slid against her ass. My wife's ass looked so good I just wanted to touch it. Her skin was somewhat fair to begin with, but against Jerome's dark skin it they looked like night and day. The show continued. Obsession: Ten Interracial Orgasms "Do me! Fuck my white pussy. Your cock is so much better than these toys. So much smoother and harder." "You like that, girl?" he asked, knowing full well what the answer was. "Oh you know I do. I've never had anyone fuck me this good." "You want to fuck your husband anymore?" he asked. That was so perfect. "NO!" I said, staring straight at the closet door and my small dicked husband. "I never want to fuck my husband again. He isn't half the man you are. His little white penis is nothing compared to your beautiful chocolate cock." "You gonna fuck black cock from now on, aren't you?" Jerome teased. I replied with a yes but he asked again and again. He wasn't talking about his own cock but other men's cocks too. Black men's cocks. "I know you'd love it. "Your pussy getting fucked by one black man after another. "Or at the same time…" "You like that, huh? Two black cocks for you to suck? "To fuck?" Before now I hadn't thought past the evening to be honest. Now my mind wasn't focusing on the now. I wasn't dreaming about my fantasies from the past. I was thinking about the future. About a future filled with endless nights and black cock. Not just Jerome's black cock but other black cocks. What would it feel like to have two real black men using me like their own personal toy? Or three? Or four? I tried convincing myself I would never take things that far but it was difficult to do with Jerome's dick in my soaked cunt and those filthy words spilling off his tongue. Would I? Wouldn't I? It didn't matter. I belonged to this powerful black lover and I was going to say and do anything to please him. "-every black guy you see you're gonna want to fuck him, aren't you?" Jerome persisted. I looked where I thought my husband's eyes would be and responded to my black master, "Yes!" "I only want black cock from now on! "I want to be a dirty white whore for every black cock I see! "I love black dicks! "Black men are better! "Black men are bigger! "Only a black man can satisfy me! "I'll never fuck a white man again!" I meant it too. I could see myself completely and irrevocably fucking black men from then on. My mind flashed back to one of my DVDs called "Black Owned" and I now knew from experience what it meant. My body was controlled by my base desires and I knew from then on that my white pussy would never be satisfied by anything else. "I'm only fucking black men now!" I felt Jerome pumping furiously now and knew he was going to cum up inside of me. I was about to feel another man's cum up inside my waiting cunt and I welcomed it. I encouraged it. I talked it up better than any porn slut I had ever seen. "Cum in me, Jerome! "Cum in my married white pussy! "My cunt belongs to you now… "Cum in it! "It's your cunt! "Your own personal white cunt to fuck whenever you want! "You've turned me into a whore, Jerome! "A black man's whore! "I'll fuck you anytime you want! "I'll fuck you anywhere you want! "I'll fuck anyone you want, as long as they have a NICE FAT BLACK COCK- CUMMMMINNG!! I'M CUMMING! AGAIN! NEVER HAD-! SO GOOD-! FUC- YESSS!" I could feel his load shoot deep up inside and my whole body quaked with pleasure. My own climax made my eyes roll up and my body went completely out of control. I lost track of where I was, when it was, who I was. When I finally settled down I felt Jerome reach for his cell phone and answer it. "Sorry man, I forgot that you needed a ride… No, man, I'll be right over. Gimme twenty minutes. Sorry, bro.. Yeah… Okay." We had both lost track of the time and before I knew it Jerome was kissing me deeply then heading down the steps. I couldn't even get up to walk him out. My legs were rubber. My eyes were barely able to stay open. I was so thirsty but I couldn't move. The front door shut and the closet door opened. I rolled onto my side and croaked to my husband, "Honey, can you get me some water please?" My husband said nothing. I heard him putting on a new pair of pants that didn't have Jerome's seed streaked across it and walking down the steps. He came back a minute later and brought me the water. "Thanks, honey," I whispered but he was already walking back down the steps. I sat up, took a few sips and put the water back on the night stand. My head collapsed on the pillow. "What the FUCK did you do to my SHOES!?" I heard my husband scream from downstairs. "Damn it!" I heard him throw the shoes against the wall, cursing and having a fit, and then he stormed out of the house. "He's mad about the shoes?" I thought to myself. It was so absurd I chuckled to myself. I was sure the consequences of the evening were just beginning to surface, but I didn't feel like dealing with it now. I closed my eyes and fell asleep within seconds. Fortunate or not, this was definitely not…