9 comments/ 47682 views/ 31 favorites Support Group Ch. 01: Chastity By: UndercoverInterracial Hi, everyone. This is my first time here; my first time doing this, so go easy on me, okay? I'm a little nervous. So, um, how do I begin? Well, my closest friend recently held something like an "intervention" for me. He showed me the path my life was taking and offered an alternative. I've never heard of a support group that requires an audition, but he suggested that I attend these meetings and try to get in. Oh, he's also my sponsor, and he suggested that I should write everything down to make sure I don't miss anything, so here's my story. I guess I should start at the beginning, huh? My name is Chastity Baker, and I'm a sex addict. I wasn't always that way. A sex addict. In fact, back then, most people would have considered me very conservative; a prude, even. For those that didn't make it to the meeting and are reading this on the group's website, I'll describe myself. I'm a five-foot-four white woman. Blonde hair, blue eyes, amazing breasts, perfect ass - you know, everything the magazines say I should be. I never flaunted it, though. I wore sports bras and anything else I could find to make me look plain. I had developed early and became the center of attention at my school at the age of thirteen. I remember being embarrassed by all the boys openly staring at my chest or hitting on me. I quickly learned that I could avoid the attention simply by dressing differently. The embarrassment I felt for my body, however, never really went away. Well, until I met that certain someone... *** "You have such a hot body, baby! And our anniversary is next week...c'mon, let's leave the lights on, just this once," my husband, Nathan, pleaded in the dark as he pawed at my large breasts. "Nathan, no...you know I don't like anyone looking at my body. Not even you...it makes me uncomfortable," I replied, squirming as I felt the usual surge of guilt that accompanied refusing his desires. "I'm sorry, baby..." "It's fine," he sighed, clearly disappointed, but nevertheless horny. He rested on top of me, his erection pressing against my privates. He pushed his full five inches into me and groaned in pleasure. Nathan and I had been together for almost five years at that time, and we didn't have sex very often until recently. He and I had been trying for a couple months to get pregnant. I wanted a baby and Nathan went along with it, most likely just to have more sex with me. I never much cared for it, though. Back in college, just after we had given our vows, my friends used to talk about their sex lives. They made it sound like sex was amazing, but it never seemed that way to me. I wasn't sure if it was due to Nathan's ability or if my own inhibitions prevented me from feeling the supposed pleasure. Although I felt like I had missed the bus when it came to sex, I knew it made Nathan happy, so I pretended to enjoy it. "Yeah, Nathan, that's it," I said mechanically as his short, quick thrusts stabbed into me. His hands moved from my D-sized breasts down to my slender hips, pressing himself firmly against me and howling. "Oh, shit, Chastity, I'm cumming," he rasped into my ear. He panted heavily a few times, then lifted himself up. "Maybe this will be the one," he said, patting my belly. "Um, but there's something I need to tell you..." *** Nathan is a business man for some company. I can't remember the name of the place, but he makes good money. We get along most of the time. When we argue, it usually has something to do with my prudishness. Unexpectedly, despite my insecurities about my body, I somehow found myself as a yoga instructor. Maybe it isn't the best use of my B.A. in Psychology, but we didn't need the money. It helped keep me fit, and it was easy to avoid attention when surrounded by numerous scantily-clad women. If there is one thing about Nathan that really pushes my buttons, though, it is his gambling. He is one of those men who just doesn't know when to cut his losses. Though we weren't in debt, I knew that it was only a matter of time if he didn't get himself under control. His gambling, in fact, is the reason that I'm here telling my story. *** "Baby, I'm sorry," Nathan said, concern in his eyes. "I can't believe you," I replied. "You're telling me that you made a bet...for ME?" "Well, you see..." he stalled, trying to think of an excuse. "It wasn't me, it was my boss! Yeah, Tyrell did it! I ran out of money and he wanted to play one more hand, so he said to me - he said that I could have all the money I had lost back if I won, but if I lost, he got a date with you..." "I'm not going out with your boss, or anyone else for that matter," I stated sternly. "I can't back out, baby, or I might lose my job! Please, you have to do this for me," he pleaded. "Jesus, Nathan. It's a three days before our five year anniversary and you're forcing me to go on a date with your boss? You had better do something incredible for me on Sunday. If it'll save your job, I'll do it. One date with Tyrell." "Actually," Nathan mumbled, "I kinda owe him...three dates. Tonight, Saturday, and Sunday..." "On our ANNIVERSARY?" I shrieked, my anger rising again. "You're telling me that I have to go out on a DATE with your BLACK BOSS on our ANNIVERSARY? I should be spending that time with YOU! You're unbelievable, Nathan. Un-fucking-believable." My husband looked at me with fear. He knew I never curse except when I'm really furious. I spun around and stormed into the bathroom before I did something I would regret. "Um, I know you're mad," Nathan called from behind the shut door, "but Mr. Oswald is going to be here in a couple hours, so..." he trailed off. I fumed in the bathroom, preparing the shower. This was by far the stupidest thing my stupid husband had ever done. I thought for a long time in that shower, the steamy water cascading down my silky white skin. I decided that, for the sake of Nathan's job, I would oblige his selfishness and meet with his boss for the next three days. *** Let me tell you about Nathan's boss. Tyrell Oswald is a beast of a man. A man in his early thirties, he stands at a towering six-foot-two, rippling muscles covering his arms, chest, and legs -- it's no wonder why his nickname is 'Big T.' He keeps his face clean-shaven, and I don't think I've ever seen him wearing anything but a professionally tailored suit. The lumbering black man is an intimidating presence, and he clearly isn't accustomed to taking 'no' for an answer. Although very handsome, I am always inclined to think of him as a brute. He probably bullies those that are smaller than him, my husband included. *** I clutched my purse tightly, sitting stiffly on the couch, dreading the arrival of my black dining partner. My chest involuntarily tightened when the doorbell rang. I shakily stood and clumsily walked to the door, my heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor. I opened the door and found myself staring into the barrel chested Mr. Oswald. "Hello, Mrs. Baker; it's been a while, hasn't it?" the huge man said pleasantly with a wide smile. "Y-yes," I stammered, "I think the last time I saw you was..." "The Christmas party," he finished. "Yes, your husband sure was quite the drunkard, wasn't he?" The man laughed out loud, then went on to say, "Speaking of Nathan, where is he?" "Oh, he left...I think he was a little scared to see you," I replied, feeling a little more comfortable around the amiable man. "Scared?" Mr. Oswald guffawed. "Well, that's all right. Maybe I'll see him when I return you. You look lovely tonight, Mrs. Baker. Are you ready?" he asked, holding out his hand. I looked down, not sure how to respond to his compliment. I had chosen to wear a long, black dress with a high top to cover both my cleavage and my slender, delicate legs. My golden hair stretched just below my shoulders. Anyone who looked at me would think I was just an average blonde girl with small breasts at best. It seemed, however, that Mr. Oswald knew that I was hiding something. I reluctantly took his extended hand, stepping into the evening air. He shut the door behind me and I locked it, feeling his huge body near mine as I slid the key in and turned it. He walked me to his slick sports car and opened the door for me. I blushed at the treatment; Nathan hadn't held a door for me since we were dating. "Thanks," I mumbled awkwardly. "It's my pleasure, Mrs. Baker," the black man responded with a charming smile. "So where are you taking me?" I inquired as he slid into the driver's seat. "Do you like steak?" he asked, putting the key into the ignition. "Yes, Mr. Oswald," I replied. "Good! I know just the place. Let's go! And call me Tyrell," he said, taking off so quickly that my head shot back into the headrest. He laughed at my shock and made small talk with me. We went to an expensive restaurant, the kind that servers walk around filling up wine glasses. The two of us talked at great length about many things, and I quickly realized that this man was not a brute or bully at all; he was more of a gentle giant, and a great conversationalist. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I found myself wrapped up in his words, excited just to hear him speak. Dinner concluded and I was surprised to realize that I had actually enjoyed the evening. I began the night with dread, and now I was almost looking forward to tomorrow's date. He drove us back to my house, carrying on a lively conversation. We pulled into the driveway and he parked behind my husband's car. "I had a wonderful time, Mrs. Baker," he said to me, leaning close. "Me too," I giggled, the alcohol in my system making everything funny. "And please, call me Chastity! Enough of this 'Mrs. Baker' stuff," I added. "Very well, Chastity. So, did Nathan tell you the extent of his bet with me?" "Yep, yep, yep!" I said cheerfully. "Three dates," I said, holding up three fingers, "tonight, tomorrow, and Sunday!" "Yes, but there's something else," he said, his arm slipping around my shoulder. "Something else?" I asked with a smirk. "These are real dates, Chastity, not pretend," he informed me. "Okay," I laughed, "well, thank you for the real date! I had a really good time! Same time tomorrow?" Tyrell nodded and smiled, quickly hopping out to open my door for me. We waved good-bye and I clumsily made my way to the front door then went inside. Nathan was fidgeting on the couch, a worried expression written on his face. "You're home!" he said, standing upright and quickly walking to me, grabbing hold of my arms. "Mr. Oswald didn't try anything, did he?" "What? No," I said, annoyed at my husband's apprehension. "Don't you trust me?" "Of course I do, of course I do," he said. "I just...I guess I realized that maybe this wasn't the best idea. I don't want you going out with him again." "Don't be silly, Nathan. Tyrell is a gentleman. He isn't going to try anything. Besides, I have to do this for your job, remember?" Nathan sighed in resignation. He knew I was right. *** I remember that even though I had a great time with Mr. Oswald, I was still upset with Nathan for putting me in that position in the first place. I made Nathan sleep on the couch that night. As I laid alone in my bed, I wondered what Tyrell had meant by a 'real' date. I shrugged it off and slipped into a deep sleep. *** The next day, I awoke to an empty house. I wasn't concerned; Nathan often went to the office on the weekends to catch up on paperwork. He usually came home around lunch, and that day was no different. We sat and ate, both of us feeling awkward around each other due to Nathan's poor gambling skills. "Mr. Oswald said he'd pick you up at four today," Nathan stated, breaking the silence. He moved his fork idly through the remains of his salad. "He wants you to wear something a little more...revealing," my husband continued, getting stuck on the last word. "Revealing...? Does he know about -" I began. "Yes, I told him that you don't like dressing that way, but he insisted. He said he wants it to be a special night, and he made sure to remind me of my job security. I know you hate it, but please, Chastity, just this once..." I sighed. "Fine," I said flatly. I glanced at the clock; it was just after two. "Shoot, I have to get ready; yoga starts in thirty minutes and I have a full class to teach." I retreated up the stairs and quickly changed. As I left said my goodbyes and left the house, I estimated that I would get home around three-thirty, leaving me just enough time to change for my 'date.' *** Class passed quickly, as it usually does. The students thanked me and began heading toward the exit. I slid in towards the back of the group, blending in. "Mrs. Baker," I heard a male voice call from the other side of the group. I looked ahead, trying to identify the source. I easily spotted the massive black man towering over the rest of the women. My heart pounded in both fear and excitement. "What...what are you doing here?" I asked in mild shock. The women filtered past us and through the exit, leaving the two of us alone in the building. I tried to hide my embarrassment from him; I had expected the opportunity to go home and change, but here I was, vulnerable, standing in front of this muscular black man wearing skin-tight yoga pants, a thin tank top, and a sports bra. "I dropped by early and your husband said you were here, so I decided to come visit," he replied. "Not happy to see me?" "It's not that," I said, looking intently at the ground. "I'm just...not used to men seeing me like this." Ashamed of my appearance, I took a step back. Tyrell caught me, lifting my chip up with his surprisingly soft hands. "You're beautiful, Chastity, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise," he said, staring into my blue eyes. I met his gaze and held it, wondering why his words meant so much to me. I had the sudden urge to kiss the bulky man. I leaned forward to meet his lips, but he backed away. "I'm sorry..." I began. "Don't apologize," he interrupted. "I won't tell Nathan. Anyway, let's go. I think you'll enjoy my plans for you tonight," he said. After I locked up, we rode in his car to our destination: the old drive-in movie theater. It had been recently refurbished and the owners had added a little fast food joint where the food was brought by people on roller skates. We arrived at around four-thirty, leaving us nearly three hours before the featured movie would start. Moving to the back seat for the sake of space, we ate lunch (I was able to find a light meal offered by the staff) and talked about everything. Once again, I felt myself enthralled in the black man's presence, enjoying our conversation. I didn't even notice the sun setting until it hung low on the horizon. We continued talking until a voice on the radio interrupted. "Thank you for choosing our cinema," the voice said. It continued on, eventually announcing the start of the movie. "You're something special," Tyrell said to me as we both sat facing forward. The previews began to roll, illuminating the large board in front of us. He moved his hand on top of mine and slid his fingers around mine. I thought for a moment about breaking the contact, but decided against it. "Thank you," I said sincerely. Tyrell squeezed my dainty hand in response, his fingertips lightly brushing my inner thigh and sending a shiver up my spine. We were watching a romantic comedy about a man who finds out his wife was cheating on him and his adventures with a girl he meets while drowning his sorrows. Although the premise wasn't my favorite, it was still endearing and funny. About halfway through the film, Tyrell repositioned his hand, pulling mine to his leg. It laid flat against his muscular thigh, and I marveled at how well-built the man was. He moved his hand back to my leg, leaving mine on his. My heart was pounding as he leaned in closer to me. "Chastity," he whispered into my ear. I turned to him, our faces nearly touching. He brought his hand from my leg up to my face, caressing my cheek. "I've really been enjoying our time together," he continued. "Me too," I whispered back. My heart was beating so fast that I was barely able to utter the words. "I think I want to..." he began, his lips getting dangerously close to mine. He quickly pulled away. "No, no, this isn't right. You're married." My heart sank in disappointment. I was confused as to why I felt that way. He was right; it was wrong of us to kiss, and yet I deeply desired it. In that moment, I made up my mind. I leaned forward and kissed the man. It was a passionate kiss. He cupped my face with his masculine hand, holding me to him, keeping our lips locked together. He moved his hand from my cheek to my neck, kissing me again and again. My hand continued to rest on his leg, and I instinctively began rubbing his thigh. He slid his hand down to my chest, cupping my right breast and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I accepted it, our tongues battling as we fondled each other. As I stroked his leg, my hand bumped into something large. I broke away from our kiss and looked down, trying to see what I had hit. It had gotten dark in the car, so I couldn't see very well. "What was that?" I asked. Tyrell chuckled. "Why don't you get down there and look?" he asked. I moved my hand across the bulge, shaping it out. At first I thought it was his penis, but it was too big. He must have had something in his pocket that I hadn't noticed until now. I slipped my hand into one pocket, then the other. Both empty. "Is there something in your pants?" I asked, feeling the object with both hands. "Look, I'm not trying to touch you or anything, okay? I just wanna take this thing out so I can feel your leg some more." "No problem, Chastity. Go ahead and pull it out." I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, leaving enough room for me to slip my hand under his waistband. I quickly located the object, wrapping my fingers around its fleshy surface. "Oh," I said, my eyes widening, "is this...? There's no way that's your...your thing!" "It is," Tyrell assured me. "That's my cock. Why do you think they call me 'Big T?' Go ahead and pull it out." I gasped. This man put my husband to shame. His penis was at least twice the size of Nathan. I felt a sudden pang of guilt for what I was doing, but I knew I had to see this thing. I still did not believe that it was real. I unzipped his pants and worked the massive rod out, barely able to make it out in the dark. "I can't see it very well," I said. "Get close to it, honey. It won't bite," Tyrell replied. I twisted in the seat and leaned closer, examining the massive shaft. Without warning, Tyrell grabbed the back of my head and directed my mouth over the tip of the throbbing member. I felt a warm fluid smear across my lips as the head brushed against me. "Suck me," he said with authority. I hadn't done this since high school and I was uncertain of my abilities. Regardless, I obediently parted my lips, tentatively twirling my tongue around the dark mushroom. The tip boasted a well-defined, flared out ridge, and I licked all around it. Compared to Nathan, this monstrosity was unbelievably thick. Tyrell released my head and slid his hand down my back, digging his fingers into my round ass. He gently rocked me, pushing his meat slowly into my mouth. So there I sat, balancing on my hands and knees as I sucked a cock that didn't belong to my husband. Tyrell leaned back into the seat, groaning lightly as I worked as much of his giant dick into my mouth as I could. I got probably five inches in before I couldn't take any more. It was less than half of his full length, but he seemed to be enjoying it, which motivated me to keep trying. I lost track of time as I worked the shaft with my mouth. Support Group Ch. 01: Chastity "Shit," Tyrell said, gently pulling my head up after about ten minutes. "You are one fine cocksucker, Chastity." I blushed, strangely pleased by his words. "I think it's time I return the favor." "Return the favor?" I asked, uncertain of what he meant. Before I could react, the beastly black man lifted me up and laid me on my back. He leaned over me, kissing me on the neck and taking my restrained breast in his hand again. I moaned softly at his touch, biting my lip slightly. He moved his hands down to my slender waist and his head between my breasts, kissing the fabric of the tank top. His fingers were curled around the waistband of my yoga pants and his lips were just below my bellybutton when I realized what he intended to do. "Wait, stop," I said. To my surprise, he did. "What's the problem, Chastity?" he asked, concerned. "Um...nobody's ever done that to me," I replied. "It's dirty..." "Don't worry. If you don't like it, we can stop." "Well, okay..." I said, still uncomfortable at the prospect of a man's face down there. Tyrell went back to kissing my stomach, slowly pulling my yoga pants down. They were nearly to my knees when I felt his mouth against my thong. He continued to pull my pants away with one hand as he slid his other up, brushing the thin material of my panties to the side. His tongue sent an electric shock up my body. A moan escaped my lips as he twirled around my clit. He pressed his mouth against the top of my vagina, lapping at it with his tongue. He finished removing my pants, and as soon as they cleared my feet, I spread my legs wide to accommodate his muscular frame. He paused for a moment to remove my wet panties then buried his face against me again. I moaned loudly, moving my hips in rhythm with his swirling tongue. I felt something building up inside me, and I was frightened. "Something's happening," I said, riding the relentless waves of pleasure coming from the skilled black man nestled between my legs. "I've never felt like this, something's happening!" I exploded, an orgasm shooting through my body like lightning. My legs tensed, my toes pointed out. My back arched in immense pleasure. The waves slowed; I relaxed my legs and back. Tyrell pulled his head up and wiped my glistening substance from his mouth. "I take it you liked it," he said, sure of himself. "Yes," I managed to reply, breathing heavily. "What was that?" "You, my dear, just had your very first orgasm," he said. "That was amazing," I said, collapsing back against the seat. "You ain't felt nothin' yet," the burly man said as he climbed on top of me. I looked up at him, making out the strong angles of his face in the darkness. I couldn't tell for sure, but it almost looked like he had a sinister grin. His hands found my thighs, propping my legs open wide as he lowered himself between them. Our lips met again, and I detected the faint, distinct taste of my own vagina. He pulled back and whispered, "Are you ready?" Once again, my heart was pounding out of my chest. I felt the spongy tip of his hard, black shaft brushing against my dripping sex hole. The world seemed to pause. Everything was frozen. I knew that what I decided to do at that very moment would affect the rest of my life. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around the giant of a man and pulled him down. His thick penis pushed against my vagina, slowly breaching it. My lips parted as I let out a soft moan. The flared-out head entered me, stretching my tight hole to its limit. He pushed in, and I could feel the walls of my vagina spreading for the intruder. I had never even come close to this feeling with Nathan. Tyrell's tongue slid into my open mouth as he gently inched his massive meat stick inside of me. I grabbed his head and kissed him passionately. Wrapping my slender legs around his muscular form, I pulled him in deeper. "Oh fuck," I whispered, breaking both our kiss and my taboo of curse words. "Your penis is so big!" I writhed in pleasure under the big black man, loving every inch of him. "This isn't a penis," Tyrell said. "This is a cock. A big, black cock. Say it." "Your...cock...is so big, Tyrell!" Holding my waist, my date dug in deeper, breaking past the benchmark my husband had set. I yelped as the black man explored previously untouched parts of me. "Oh fuck," I repeated. "Almost there," Tyrell said, slowly backing out and pushing back in. I looked at the sight between my legs. The man was nearly entirely inside me when he bottomed out against my cervix. "Hang on," he said, preparing to force the rest of his cock into me. I braced myself as he pushed in, breaking past my cervix and entering my womb. I screamed loudly and dug my fingers into his back. "It hurts," I sobbed, flinching at each womb-penetrating thrust. And then it was suddenly numb. Then the numbness began to materialize into the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced. A feeling quite similar to the one I had experienced when Tyrell was licking my clit washed over me, building up inside me. I knew I was about to have another orgasm. My mouth hung open in a silent scream of pleasure as Tyrell began to quicken his pace. His black cock slammed deep into me as he fucked me silly. I sucked in a deep breath of air, then moaned loudly as another orgasm rocketed through my slender body. I felt Tyrell tense up as well, digging his fingers into me. He plowed his thick member all the way into me and groaned. I could feel his heavy balls pulsate as they rested against my round ass. His creamy seed blasted directly into my womb, which greedily accepted the dominant man. Our simultaneous orgasms sent me to new heights. I clenched my teeth and scratched the man's back, feeling his hot cum flooding my vaginal cavity. He gave a few more small thrusts as if to squeeze any remaining semen into me, then slowly pulled out, breathing heavily. I laid there, thick cum slowly oozing from between my swollen labia. "Holy shit," I said, propping myself up on my elbows and gasping for breath. "That was amazing, Tyrell!" "Look who's talking," he replied with a smile. *** That was how our second date went. We cleaned up, he took me to my car, and I went home to a husband that could no longer satisfy me. Again, I made Nathan sleep on the couch, this time not because I was still mad, but because I didn't want him touching me. I went to sleep thinking about what tomorrow's date might bring. *** Tyrell arrived at five o'clock sharp. Since it was our anniversary, he had requested that we have our third and final date at my home, where the three of us could enjoy dinner and perhaps a movie together. I decided wear a strapless dress that night. It was what I had planned to wear the evening before, anyway. I cooked my specialty baked chicken dish which both men thoroughly enjoyed. Then we all sat in the living room: Tyrell and I next to each other on the couch with my husband in the nearby recliner. "I brought a movie from home," Tyrell said. "I hope you don't mind watching it with me." Nathan and I nodded, and my husband took the unmarked disc and inserted it into the DVD player. It loaded up and we watched as the movie began. The camera followed a busty white woman and what appeared to be her husband as they walked through a run down part of town. They were clearly lost, but the man refused to ask for directions. The couple came across a skinny black man with cornrows. The woman gestured to her husband, who resolutely shook his head. He retrieved a map from his pocket and began looking at it, rotating it, clearly unsure of the proper orientation. The woman, exasperated, threw her hands up in the air and walked toward the black man. "What is this?" Nathan asked, glancing over at Tyrell and I. Neither of us responded, so he turned his attention back to the movie. The black man was rubbing his chin, staring openly at the white breasts that were barely covered by the woman's clothes. He took her hand and nodding, pointing vaguely. The husband followed, still fumbling with his map, oblivious of the black man's hand grabbing his wife's ass as they walked out of view of the camera. The scene cut to the inside of a garage. The bumbling white man was, for some reason, still trying to decipher the map as his wife's top was removed by the athletic black man. Her breasts bounced free and the black man immediately pulled her nipple into his mouth. My mouth hung open as I watched the scene. I couldn't believe that Tyrell was having me and my husband watch something like this! Nathan looked at us, bewildered. "What's going on?" my husband asked slowly, standing up. "I'll tell you what's going on," Tyrell said. "Your wife belongs to me now. She's my little white cum dumpster." "Chastity?" he asked. I remained frozen, my jaw still on the floor. Nathan looked at me, his eyes furrowed. "Chastity, tell me he's lying." "I'm not lying, Nathan. Watch," he said, standing, undoing his pants, and retrieving the log that had given me so much pleasure. He waved it in front of my face, grazing my drooping mouth. I looked at my husband apologetically, then grabbed the big black cock and stuffed it in my mouth. Nathan watched in disbelief as I sucked his boss off in front of him. I felt guilty, but the guilt was far outweighed by the excitement I was feeling from the depravity of the act. I held Tyrell's balls as I took him into my mouth, wanting my husband to see how much I loved sucking dick. I glanced at the screen -- the woman in the video was on her knees sucking the black man while her husband watched, too. "See, Nathan? Your innocent little wife loves my black cock." Tyrell laughed cruelly. "Come on, let's take this party upstairs. I want you to see how your wife looks with a real man's cock in her." Tyrell pulled his massive shaft from my mouth and picked me up. He wrapped his arm around back back and behind my knees, easily toting me across the room and up the stairs. Nathan trudged behind, shocked at what was going on. "Which one is your room?" Tyrell asked, indicating Nathan to lead. He carried me effortlessly behind my husband as he showed his boss our room. Tyrell placed me upright on our bed, putting his tasty cock in my mouth again. "See how obedient she is?" Nathan looked in dismay at me. His eyes were pleading with me to stop, but I knew I couldn't. I wanted this black man. I pulled his cock as deep as I could, taking nearly seven inches of his thick dick into my waiting mouth. "Should I cum on your wife's pretty face, Nathan?" Tyrell asked. My pussy quivered at the thought of this dominant black man unloading on my face. "Oh, she's sucking harder, Nathan! I think she wants it!" Nathan shook his head, unable to look at us. "Yeah, you're right," Tyrell said. He pulled his dick out of my mouth with a loud pop and shoved me down on my marital bed. Nathan watched helplessly as Tyrell lifted my dress past my waist, revealing my moist panties. For some reason, I didn't mind Tyrell seeing my body. He slipped my underwear off, revealing my pink pussy. "Look at your wife, Nathan. She's ready to fuck a black man in front of you in your own bed!" Nathan shook his head in despair and looked pleadingly into my eyes once again. "Chastity...Chastity, please stop this," he said. "I'm sorry, Nathan, but Tyrell is right. I need a real man's cock in me right now." Tyrell laughed loudly and pressed his massive cock against my slim opening. I moaned in pleasure as the black man entered me. The combination of his thick shaft opening me up and the thought of my husband watching sent me over the edge. I came hard on Tyrell's black dick. "See that, Nathan? Your slutty wife just came from getting fucked by black cock!" My husband covered his face. Despite his agony, he was clearly erect. His small dick pressed against his pants as I was penetrated. "Oh honey," I said, looking into Nathan's eyes, "this feels so good! Tyrell's cock is so much bigger than yours! Watch me, watch me take your boss's big black dick in my little pussy! Oh fuck, he's so deep!" Nathan had never heard me talk like this, and he was obviously stricken by it. Tyrell continued to pummel my vagina ruthlessly. "Shit, Nathan! Your wife's pussy is too tight! It's like she's never been fucked! I'm about to blow my load into her!" Tyrell said to my husband. "Y'all are tryin' to have a baby, right? Maybe I'll knock this fine white bitch up for you!" Nathan's eyes widened. I screamed loudly, cumming again. Tyrell slipped his hands under me and grabbed my ass with both hands, pushing his cock deep into my womb before unleashing a torrent of hot cum. Nathan watched in dismay as his black boss came into my pussy. The creamy jizz filled me up just as it had the night before. Tyrell grinned at Nathan and pulled out, leaving a trail of thick sperm. I immediately sat up and pulled Tyrell's cum-coated dick into my mouth, tasting both of our flavors. I sucked him passionately, desperate for him to fuck me in front of my husband again. "Look at this, Nathan! Your wife is a black cock slut! She craves it!" Tyrell laughed, looking at my husband then me. "Hmm, I wonder...Chastity, have you ever been fucked in the ass?" Keeping his massive shaft in my mouth, I shook my head no. Tyrell looked at my husband apologetically. "Sorry, Nathan. Your wife's tight ass is gonna need some attention. You wanna stay and watch?" My husband didn't respond. He just stood there, resigned. Tyrell smiled and shrugged, then began removing the rest of his clothes as I sucked him. "Take your dress off, Chastity," he commanded. I pulled his cock from my mouth and quickly removed my clothes, revealing to my husband and the black man in front of me my completely nude body. I looked up at Tyrell, awaiting my next orders. "Now turn around and lean over the bed. I'm gonna fuck your virgin ass." Though I was a little apprehensive, I complied. I stuck my ass out for Tyrell, and he slipped his cock into my cum-filled pussy. He pumped in and out a few times, soaking his thick shaft with my fluids, then pulled it out and pressed it firmly between my ass cheeks. "Bet you thought you'd be the first one to pop your wife's ass cherry, huh?" Holding his massive dick with one hand and my hip with the other, Tyrell leaned forward, putting pressure on my tight sphincter. I gritted my teeth as he pushed, and eventually my anus gave way to his relentless thrusting. I yelped in pain as my virgin ass stretched around the black cock. I breathed deeply, concentrating on the inkling of pleasure that was mixed with the pain. "Look at her, Nathan; look at your wife! She's taking her first cock up her ass!" Tyrell spread my cheeks with his massive hands, looking down as his cock disappeared into my tight butt. It began to feel incredibly good, and I quickly came. "See that? Did you see that? Your wife just came from getting fucked in her ass!" I pushed my hips back, welcoming more of the black stud's long cock. My anus stretched wide around his this shaft. Tyrell picked up the pace, plunging into my virgin ass hard. I came over and over as he dominated my tiny white body. "Yes! Fuck my ass with your black cock!" I moaned. Tyrell quickly pulled out of my throbbing ass and shoved the tip into my soaking pussy. He squeezed my ass tightly as I felt another thick load of sperm blow between my pussy lips. "Fuck, I'm gonna make this bitch pregnant tonight," he roared. I came hard as the warm fluid poured into me. Panting, Tyrell pulled away, leaving my pussy to freely drip his cream. "Why?" Nathan asked, tears streaming down his face. "Your wife needs a real man," Tyrell replied coldly. "Right, Chastity?" Panting, I looked at my husband. "He's right, dear. Your little dick just doesn't do it for me. I need a big, black cock to fill me up. Now go sleep on the couch. Tyrell and I need to discuss some things. Oh, and happy anniversary. It's the best one I've ever had!" Heartbroken, my husband trudged out of the room. I have no doubt that he could hear my screams as his boss fucked me in any hole he pleased all through the night. *** So that's my story. That's how I became a sex addict. I hope I passed my audition. Tyrell comes over every day to make sure my pussy stays full of cum. Sometimes I even visit my husband at work in order to get some time with his boss. Nathan and I are still together -- even though I'm black owned and pregnant now. He still watches as I fuck Tyrell. I don't mind. In fact, I think Nathan and I are even closer than before. Oh, and he quit gambling!