14 comments/ 34698 views/ 46 favorites White Submission By: DontJudgeMe This is a story about white-black sex as well as a white couple submitting sexually to a black man. If this turns you off or offends you, please stop reading. If not, however, please enjoy. Karen sighed deeply as she eyed the drawer, containing her underwear... and certain other items that were constantly on her mind these days. "No," she mumbled to herself and steeled her resolve by keeping busy (again – this time by changing the sheets on her and her husband's bed). Fifteen minutes later, once the bed was well-made once again and the washer was happily running in the basement, she returned again, and once again, the damn drawer drew her eye. "Too much," she muttered, "he asks too damn much!" With clenched jaws and angry steps, she marched out into the kitchen to fix herself a cup of coffee. Unfortunately, that only lasted ten minutes. Then she was back again, standing in front of the drawer, idly playing with the knob. She knew better. She knew she should just cut ties – she'd had fun, sure, but this was heading into 'bad places'. Places, she would do well to stay clear off. And yet, almost by itself, the top-drawer opened and her hands steered through the layers of her many sexy garments, past g-strings, see-through boyshorts and push-up bras until they found the long, thick rod they were searching for. Slowly, reverently she pulled it free of the slutty underwear until its majesty was revealed. A long, thick dildo. A long, thick BLACK dildo. Almost as big as Terrance, her big, BLACK lover. Well, ex-lover now. She was done with him, as she was done with this replica of his most wondrous tool. "It's over," she said, trying to find her resolve once more. She should throw this thing away. It was just a temptation – a temptation that she didn't need. And yet... "God, I'm horny," she whispered to the imposing dong in her hands. She hadn't been fucked in weeks. Well, she and John had had sex last night, but that hardly counted. Not anymore. Sure, she'd moaned and gasped and praised his virility, like a good wife should, but they both knew that wasn't what she wanted anymore. His last words from last night before he fell asleep echoing in her mind now: "Why don't you just call Terrance?" Yes, why indeed? Slowly, carefully her hands, seemingly on their own, turned the fat dildo over and led it up towards her mouth. She should stop this, she really should. But when the mushroom-shaped head reached her lips, she placed a loving kiss on it, surrendering completely. Her lips parted and her tongue lovingly teased the bulbous head. Licking the fake slit, rubbing all Terrance's sensitive spots, just like she always did... As in trance, she walked to her bed, held it pointing upwards on the edge and knelt down before it like she'd so often done before. She continued kissing and teasing the head until she suddenly pressed her head downwards, taking the long dick into her mouth and down her throat. Like Terrance had taught her, she deep-throated the fat cock, though she still couldn't fit more than two-thirds into her face before she needed to come up for air. Still sucking, her other hand snaked down between her legs to find a pair of drenched panties that quickly got shoved aside. "Mmpff!" she moaned into the dildo, as she found her clit, slid past it and stuck a couple of fingers up her needy pussy. "Mmmf! Ummph! Faaa!" she moaned as she quickly found a good rhytm, sucking and fucking herself. She lost herself in pleasure and the memories of far greater pleasures, and she didn't know how long she knelt there. Finally, it was enough, though. She crawled up on the bed and in one hard thrust, the fat cock entered her and battered its way into her welcoming cunt. "Yeeees!" she gasped and fucked herself like a mad-woman. Hard and fast, just like she wanted it – needed it! "Fuck me with your big fat cock! Fuck me, Master! Fuck meeee!" she wailed, on the verge of the greatest explosion since... well, since last time her black lover fucked her, really. And then she stopped. Remembering his words, her hand slowed to a halt, the big, black dong still half-ways embedded in her. "God damn it!" she exclaimed. She knew she couldn't go on. She... wasn't allowed. He had forbidden it. Reaching out to her night-stand, she found her phone. Scrolling through the contacts she quickly found Terrance BBC and pressed 'call'. "Yeah?" he answered after a couple of rings. "It's me," she said, still panting with need, "you win. I need you." "Ah... Karen. How nice to hear from you! How's it going?" he asked, masculine self-assuredness pouring through the phone. "I... bad! I need... you know what I need!" she gasped. "Oh? I thought it was over?" he asked, pretense-confusing in his arrogant voice. "No, I... I was wrong. I..." "And you called me a chauvinistic asshole? Didn't you?" he interrupted her. "Ehh... yeah," she admitted, nervously licking her lips, "but as I said, I was wrong. Can't... can't we just forget that ever happened? And go back to the ways things were?" The line went silent for a little while, before he answered: "No, I'm afraid we cannot, Karen. I said I wanted to change our relationship. I wanted some very specific things, and you called me an asshole. Remember?" "Yeah, of course. But I'm really sorry... and I'll make it up to you." "Yes, you will," he said with a determination in his voice that scared and aroused the poor woman, "but what about what I wanted. You remember what that was, don't you, Karen?" "Yeah, you... you wanted to be my black master. And for me to be your white slut..." she sighed. "And...?" God, that man never gave up. "And your little white fuck-pig," she admitted. "Right you are! And, by calling me, sounding like a bitch in need, I take it you have my little 'gift' stuck up your greedy cunt, am I right?" "Ye-yes..." "So you have my big black cock in your twat and you're calling me to make up... now I think that actually means you want to be my little white fuck-pig." "I... yeah," she admitted, more ashamed and aroused than ever in her life. Her hand started twisting the fat cock in her cunt and she took a sharp intake of breath. "Then fucking say it, cunt!" Terrance hissed at her, apparently finally tiring of the game. "I'm your fuck-pig! I'm your white slut, oh God, please be my master, Terrance. Make me a filthy fucking slut fuck-pig!" she cried, immediately responding to his forcefulness. "Much better!" he commemorated her, "much, much better. Now, slut... fuck yourself with that cock!" She did just that, a loud moan of pleasure escaping her lips. "Thank you, Master!" "Pigs don't talk! Pigs fucking oink!" "Oink! Oiiink!" she moaned. "One oink for yes. Two for no. Are you my little slut?" "Oink!" "And you're fucking yourself like a bitch in heat?" "Oiiink!" "Faster, bitch!" he demanded. "Oink!" "Things are gonna change, you hear me? Not just for you, but for little hubby too. Got it?" "Oink!" she moaned, her hand a blur as she thrust the black cock in and out of her well-used box. "I'm the man in your life now. I'm in charge! And I'm gonna take control of your pathetic lives!" "Oink!!" "Now, CUM, you filthy pig! Cum like your husband can't make you!" "OOOOOIIIIINK!!" she screeched into the phone, as the most powerful orgasm she could remembered crashed over her. Explosion went off throughout her body, making her contrast in pleasure. Terrance gave her a few minutes to calm down, while a surge of power rushed though him. "Pig?" he finally asked "Ye-oink?" Karen answered, remembering her new status with a blush and a rush in her stomach... and pussy. "Very good," her lover turned master laughed, "good little piggy. I'm coming over tomorrow night. Fix it with hubby, I want him to be home so he can witness your new status in life. In the meantime I want you to clean the brother in your cunt with your mouth and stash it away. You're NOT to touch it until given permission, got it?" "Oink," Karen answered. The cleaning-method was nothing new, and she could probably hold 'till tomorrow thanks to the powerful orgasm she'd just experienced. "And I want you to buy a pig's snout. Like for a Halloween-costume or something. Then, when I come over tomorrow, I want you to wear it. And nothing else, got that?" "Ahh... oink," she answered, starting to feel uncomfortably aroused at the thought. He was certainly changing their relationship. "Well, wear the heels. You know which ones. And be on all fours, like a real fucking piggy. Is this understood?" "Oink." "Good. Then I'll see you tomorrow, slut!" --- "Karen! Someone's at the door. Terrance, I guess," her husband called from the living-room. Karen stood in the bedroom admiring herself... and her new attribute. She wore heavy make-up, like Terrance liked it, and keeping in check with her new status as his white slut. Dark eye-liner and mascara and heavy red lips. She hadn't bothered with rouge though – the snout she'd strapped on made it more or less redundant. The snout hid her nose completely and the straps across her chins would only smear any amount of rouge. Her well-formed, almost-real d-cups stood large and proud and she still had a good figure. Not the hour-glass of her youth, perhaps, but still real nice. A firm, round ass and long legs ending in a pair of four-inch black fuck-me heels that she had learnt to walk in for Terrance's sake made her an attractive woman. One that Terrance should be proud to fuck a couple of times a week! But, apparently, that wasn't enough for the younger, black bull. And, feeling the butterflies in her stomach, she kinda had to admit she was insanely turned on by her new role. While staring at her reflection, she gracefully slid down on her knees and onto all fours. "Oink," she winked at her reflection and crawled out towards the hallway. John hadn't bothered to open the door. He knew that both she and Terrance preferred that she open it herself. As she crawled through her own house, she couldn't help but revel in her humiliation. She was a fuck-pig to a black man seven years her junior, and the very thought made her naked pussy drip. She made it to the door without John realizing anything – she hadn't told him anything, just that Terrance came over and wanted to talk to them. She figured it'd be better if her black master explained things – it was, after all, his idea. His plan – and she still didn't know quite what it entailed. Terrance stood outside and waited patiently. He knew good things were waiting for him inside, and though he could barely contain himself, he knew he needed to keep his composure and appear in total control. When the door was finally opened, the first test to his self-control appear. A naked, white woman in her late thirties was kneeling, looking at up him with needy eyes. She wore a ridiculous pig's snout and nothing else. Her long, blonde hair hung free, kept somewhat in check by the snout's straps. The mixture of her stunningly erotic looks and the humiliating mask almost made him laugh out loud – but that would have ruined everything. She had to feel humiliated and submissive but not ridiculed. That would probably turn her off, and he would be left with nothing. "My my... what an obedient pig," he said instead. "Oink," she answered and crawled aside, so he could enter. Normally, when he arrived, she'd pull him inside for some heavy make-out. Grab his ass, feel his muscled arms, making him grab her in return, but they were in unknown waters for now, so she just... waited for him to determine how they were to proceed. He walked inside and took off his jacket. "John is home," he said more than asked but she oinked affirmative nonetheless. "And he knows about your new... status?" "Oink oink," she answered, looking down. "Hmm. Oh well..." Terrance muttered, "let's go show him then." Without waiting for her, he walked through the kitchen into the living-room where John was watching the news from the couch, with his new fuck-pig scrambling to catch up. "Hey Terrance," John greeted him and turned off the television. Then he noticed his wife, crawling right behind her master: "Karen, what...?" "Oh, that's my doing," Terrance said as he continued into the room and sat down on the easy-chair, "I've decided for some changes..." He lowered his hand and snapped his fingers and Karen hurried to his side, like an obedient dog. "I... what? What kind of changes...?" John asked, not as outraged as so many other husbands would have been. After all, his and his wife's sex-life wasn't exactly routine, and he was not a man to deny himself or others new thrills. "The thing is John that I know your wife is a submissive little cunt that tried to play a tough woman. And I decided to... make her accept that," Terrance said and gently petted the submissive cunt's blonde head. "I... Listen, Terrance," John said in a quiet, angry voice, "I'm not entirely sure what's going on here. But I like you, and we've always had fun, so I'll tell you this like a friend. I won't stand for that kind of disrespect. She's your lover, sure, I accept that, and I'm sure in the heat of passion... but she's my wife, and I will not have her disrespected like that. Not in my own house!" John had risen during his tirade and there was an angry fire in his eyes. Terrance calmly held his open hands out in front of him and said: "Oh, I'm not disrespecting anyone. Am I, pig?" "Oink oink!" Karen said nervously, licking her lips. John had taken this quite differently than she'd imagined, and though she loved him for defending her, she really didn't want this to turn into a fight. Especially not if that meant no black cock for her tonight! "What?" John looked at his wife in confusion, and she could only blush. "One oink means yes, two means no," Terrance explained helpfully before adding: "Why don't you sit down, take it easy, and I'll explain everything?" "What? Oink?" John sat down. "Okay, so it began a while ago when I found out how much your wife likes to be told what to do. Turn around, piggy, yeah, like that," Karen turned around so her ass and cunt were within easy reach of her master and clearly visible to her husband. Without any warning, Terrance stuck one of his long fingers into her cunt, making her gasp loudly. It faced no resistance and when he pulled it out it was glistening with her juices. "See what I mean?" he asked when he showed the wet finger to John who merely shrugged. "Anyways, I started taking more and more control. Telling her how to dress, when to meet me, how to behave, how to fuck, and she followed my lead at every turn," Terrance continued and carelessly stuck his finger back into his fuck-pig, making her pant with need. While indifferently finger-fucking her, he continued: "then two weeks ago, I pushed her quite a bit, and she freaked. I don't know, I guess she still thought she was a woman to make decisions and not just a slut to be fucked. Anyways, when I told her, I was gonna make her my little white fuck-pig and my personal slut, she got all upset. Called me an asshole, will you believe it? A chauvinistic asshole too boot!" "Yeah, the... outrage," John responded sarcastically, looking at the black finger slowly fucking his wife – while she eagerly pushed back against it, trying to get it as deep as possible. "I know," Terrance smiled, intentionally overhearing the sarcasm, "hence the snout. There has to be consequences, you know? Well, I knew an addicted little cunt like Karen here would last long without a solid dose of black cock, so I just waited. Before she slammed my door, I told her not to fuck the black cock I gave her for Christmas until she'd asked me. Then, yesterday, she calls me up, begging to be my slutty fuck-pig. And hell, I ain't one to turn down a damsel in distress," he winked. "Oiiink," Karen moaned in agreement, as she continued to fuck herself on his finger. "So... what changes?" John asked, "I hope you don't expect her to wear that mask forever!" "If I did, she would," Terrance's voice suddenly grew cold, and it was clear that Karen's master expected obedience, "but I'm not trying to ruin anything for you. The changes... well, some will come gradually, and some will start right away. But first of all, as I said, I haven't had your wife's lips around my cock in over two weeks. So, piggy..." he withdrew from her accommodating hole and nodded down at his crotch. Karen took the hint immediately and was soon on her knees in front of her, opening his pants and fishing out the fat, black cock she'd missed so desperately. "Oooh... Oooink..." she sighed at the sight of its impressive size. It was already erect – clearly dominating her wasn't something he did just for her sake! – pulsating and dripping pre-cum. With a look of outmost desire, she closed her red lips around it, kissing and licking it, just like she had with the fake one the day before. "Oh, yeah... good slut," Terrance sighed, keeping an eye on her husband. This was a test of him, as much as her, and he needed to be alert, hot slut sucking him or not! John looked... confused. His eyes were fixed on the black rod getting pleasured by his wife, but Terrance couldn't quite tell what he was thinking. He hadn't kicked him out of the house though, so that was a good sign! Upping the stakes, Terrance took a handful of blonde hair in his fist and used it to control his slut. "It's time you learnt how to take a real cock, slut," he declared and forced her face downwards. Inch by inch, more and more black dick disappeared, while the bitch got more and more red and teary-eyed. Still, he didn't let go and she didn't fight him, as she struggled to swallow all his meat. The gagging-noise and the drool only turned him on further, and he started to thrust upwards, trying to help her... in a manner of speaking. "Ahh... like that!" he bellowed once she aaaalmost reached his pubic hair and pulled her up and off. She grabbed mouthful of air, before he forced himself into her mouth again. Pressing her downwards, he looked at her husband who certainly didn't seem in a hurry to rescue his darling wife, the fuck-pig. He seemed to devour the scene in front of him, and Terrance would bet that his pants hid painfully hard dick. "John?" Terrance asked, while the little bitch was trying to swallow him once again, "does this turn you on?" "Huh?" "You know... watching your beloved wife of God-knows how many years humiliating herself and getting fucked in the face by a black man many years younger than the both of you? Does it turn you on?" His voice was quiet but very intense, as if trying to win an argument or convert someone to his point of view. "I..." John's face flushed, and he looked everywhere but at Terrance's eyes... or the meeting between white slut and black master. "If I sent piggy over to check, would she find a boner, John?" Terrance continued, "because... it's alright, you know." "What is?" "You... enjoying this. You enjoying her humiliation... and by extension, your own." "I'm still not... I'm not sure... My...?" John mumbled, trying to gather his thoughts – which was not easy, with the view of his wife finally managing to press her snout against her master's pubes, swallowing as much black cock as the ridiculous mask would allow. "Ah, that's good! Fuck!" Terrance exclaimed before calmly returning to the husband, "yeah, yours. Didn't you marry the cunt? Wasn't she yours until someone... better came along? Someone... bigger? The head now, slut, just lick the head." The last was added to Karen who gratefully stopped her sword-swallowing exercises, grabbed a mouthful air and started making out with his dickhead. White Submission "Now, I'm..." John tried to object, but seeing his wife kiss and please another man's dick kinda took the wind out of his sails. "Hey, it's okay. It really is. I saw you – you were willing to fight me, to kick me out when you thought I was disrespecting your wife. I respect that. I'm not dissing you, far from it. I'm just saying... maybe you're submissive too. Not like your wife, she's really gone to in the deep end, but still... maybe you like that I'm younger and better at fucking, huh?" "Well-" "Hey, you've let me fuck her for what? Nine months? Sure, we'd done some threesomes, but it was mostly her and me. And she told you about it afterwards, right? While you 'reclaimed' her used cunt, she'd tell you stories of the huge cock fucking her like no-one else, right?" "Yeah, she did. I... I was curious..." "And it made you hot, right? It was always better when she came home after a night at my place, right?" "Yeah... Yeah, actually, it was," John admitted, slowly getting Terrance's point. "Jerk me off, cunt," Terrance said quickly and was immediately obeyed, though her mouth never left his dick for a second, "but now... Now, I'm upping the ante... and you gotta follow." Terrance leaned back in the easy-chair, sitting like a king with a harem-girl pleasing him, and John felt incredibly weak compared to the self-assured black master. "Unless I'm wrong? Are you not insanely hard right now, John?" "I..." John failed to finish his sentence and merely nodded. "I thought so. But you don't wanna fuck her, do you?" Swallowing hard, John shook his head. "What do you want then?" Terrance demanded, his voice still calm but with an eager undercurrent. Even Karen stopped her sucking for a while and turned halfways to look at her husband – making sure, though, that the cock stayed in her mouth. "I... I want you to fuck her," John finally admitted, his throat dry and his palms oddly sweaty... but his dick hard as a rock. "Who? Say it!" Terrance insisted. "My wife. I want you to fuck my wife," John answered, slowly and deliberately. "She's your wife... but tell me, what else?" Terrance wanted everything, it seemed. "Your slut. Your white fuck-pig. She's your little, white slutty fuck-pig," John said, feeling lightheaded, horny... and more than a little Faustian, "please... fuck her!" Yes! Everything was coming up Terrance's way. Now, not only the best fuck he'd ever had, had submitted to him as his personal plaything, her husband was coming along as well. Though he had no interest in other men sexually, this was such a rush of power, that he didn't want to waste any time doing what everyone in the room apparently wanted him to. "Get that thing off," Terrance said almost menacingly and tore the pig-snout off the fuck-pig's face and threw it across the room, not caring about it anymore – it had served its purpose. He pushed the slutty blonde off him and turned her around, facing her husband and placing her naked ass within easy reach. "What are you?" he asked, placing himself behind her, his stiff, wet dick lining up against her soft, womanly folds. "I'm a slut!" she eagerly answered, pleased to be allowed to talk again and only too eager to show her loyalty to the man who was not only her, but also (she figured) her husband's master, "I'm a white slut for your black cock! I love it! I nee-OOOOHH!" Terrance interrupted her in the best way possible. He simply stuck his fat cock in her, and the self-proclaimed white slut lost all thoughts but the explosive pleasures emanating from her love-tunnel. "Ooooh... Master!" she gasped as he grabbed her hips for leverage and started hammering into her pretty pink pussy that was stretched wide under the massive onslaught. John's eyes were wide as saucers as he drank in the scene before him. His pretty wife crying and moaning as her large, black lover – no, master! – brutally fucked her from behind. With every thrust, her entire body shook from the impact, and she moaned louder and louder. Clearly, she wasn't far from cumming, but John had no doubt it would be one of many. Almost unconsciously, his hand found its way to his hard dick and started rubbing his sensitive spots from his pants. Something that Terrance didn't miss, and it made him smile wickedly. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" the white bitch moaned, pleasure rising in her. "What are you, slut?!" Terrance demanded, slapping her sexy ass hard. "Oh God! I'm a slut! I'm a fucking slut! I'm good for nothing but getting fucked by my master's big... fat... BLACK...COCK!!" the last words were wailed out as she came, "black cock slut! Black cock slut! Black... cock... slut..." And with that, she collapsed, her arms giving out and her upperbody and face falling down on the floor. Only Terrance's stong hands held her ass up, but he didn't seem to mind one bit, continuing plowing into his new property like there was no tomorrow. The slut continued to moan every time the black meat stretched her cunt to its limits. Seeing his wife like that broke the last vestige of resistance for John, and he simply pulled his pants and boxers down, freeing his white dick to jack off to his wife and her master. For a while, Terrance pleasured himself in the white slut, she took her own pleasure from that and gradually moaned louder and louder... and John pleasured himself, watching it all. Until Terrance grabbed a hold of long, blonde hair and pulled her back up on all fours. The burning pain from her scalp made Karen quickly obey his unspoken command, and got back up to the traditional doggystyle-position. "Look at your hubby," Terrance commanded hoarsely. Fucking the sexy slut was taking its toll even on the confident master, and he tore off his shirt an t-shirt, baring his broad, muscular chest. "Oh honey!" Karen exclaimed, seeing the love of her life with his dick in his hand, beating off to her getting fucked, "oh, you like it, huh?" "I eh... yeah," John answered honestly without slowing down. "You like-oh! Oooh! You like me being a little slut to our-mmmhm! To our black master? Huh?" she needled him, only getting interrupted by the huge black sausage slamming into her. "I... yeah, it's... it's hot!" he admitted, licking his lips. "Oh, yeeeeesss..." she agreed, "Oh, he's so fucking biiig! Oh! OH! Oh, dear, I wish it was you... I wish you were fucking meee! Making me cum, turning me into a slut-FUCK! But... you... don't... have... a... big... fucking... BLACK... COCK! OOOH! Fuuuck...!" John could only watch in awe and feast on the humiliation as her eyes seemed to lose focus and she continued in a high-pitched voice: "Oh God again! Again! Cumming again! Oh, MAAAASTER!" "Nggh!" John grunted, he himself getting close to the edge, but... "Don't cum, hubby!" Terrance ordered. John looked up at him and was met with a stern gaze that made him look down. While his wife was crying her orgasm out like a banshee, John reluctantly slowed his masturbation down to a crawl, feeling an odd erotic satisfaction of sacrificing his own gratification on the orders of... his master. "I'm her master," he declared proudly, looking at John as to challenge him to object. "Yeah," he merely nodded. No reason to deny, the proof was assaulting almost all of his senses, from the smell of sex in the air, to the small, submissive sighs and moans the post-orgasmic bitch was still emitting. "Yours too," Terrance said, once again looking for an objection, and once again not getting any. "Yeah," John said again with humiliation, submission and arousal washing through his body. Terrance just looked at him, expecting more. "Yes... Master," John added, and his cock twitched in his hand. "Good..." Terrance smiled, "now get over here." Obediently, John got up and walked the short distance. "What is she?" he asked, indicating the slut that was slowly coming down from her orgasmic high. "She's your slut," John answered honestly and quickly. "Tell her," their master bade him and stopped fucking her. "You're a slut," John said automatically, looking down at his wife. "Come on! You can do better than that! Fucking tell the slut!" Terrance exclaimed, "tell her, and jack off in her face!" "You're a slut," John said again with more feeling. His hand found his still-hard dick and began rubbing it. "Again!" "You're a slut! A fucking filthy slut! A bitch in heat, just needing black cock!" John spat out, getting into it, "a bitch, a fucking pig!" For each insult (or endearment) he uttered, his hand beat faster on his cock, until it was a blur, going up and down. "Yeah, tell her! Cum on the bitch's face – just don't touch her!" Terrance cheered. "Cunt! Black cock slut! Not good enough for you, huh? I fucking LOVE you, you bitch! I'm gonna... ugh! Gonna paint your whore-face white, you fuck-pig! Ah, slut! Slut! Sluuuuut! Ahg...!" Finally John exploded, sending thick strands of cum down upon his whore-wife's face. Wave after sticky wave landed on her up-turned face – she barely had time to close her eyes before a big, white wad landed in her eye-socket. "Wow, John!" Terrance laughed after a brief, shocked silence, "that was great! Hah! How do you feel?" "I... I don't..." John mumbed, starting down at his wife's cum-covered face. Sure, giving her a facial like this had always been kind of a fantasy (or any girl for that matter, since he saw his very first porn, ages ago) but this was... a little crazy. He felt liberated and ashamed at the same time and had no answer for the young master. Not that Terrance really needed one. He got up, pulled his white slut up with him and with the words, "I'm gonna go take care of the bitch" led her out of the living-room and towards the bedroom. Karen, still cum-covered and a little shell-shocked after her husband's outlash – but still oh, so horny! – meekly followed her black master's lead. The next couple of hours passed in a blur for John. The moaning, crying and screaming from his bedroom kept him hard as a rock and several times, he masturbated to near-orgasm (both standing outside his bedroom-door, looking in through the crack that Terrance so helpfully had left open and sitting on his couch, intensely listening and imagining what went on in there) – at one point he had to clamp down on his cock, painfully cutting off his orgasm when his wife surprised him by yelling: "No, John never fucked me like this! His dick can't fuck me like this... oh, I'm such a nigger-slut! Oh! Oh! Oh!" A brief paused followed before she continued: "YES! Yes, you own my cunt! My married, white cunt is YOURS! Only yours! Oh fuck! Yes, I promise! John won't touch it again! Yes, it's black-owned now! Please, just continue...!" That unexpected humiliation was such a turn-on for the poor cuckold that he would have cum, had he not forcefully held it back. "What is wrong with me?" John wondered, as he stroked himself once again, picturing his blonde wife getting pounded by the large black man – why did this turn him on? And why didn't he just cum and be done with it? "Eh... hey John," his wife suddenly said, interrupting his jacking-off marathon. She came crawling into the living-room, still completely naked, and looking like a completely mess; hair-do and make-up wrecked, body glistening with sweat and the way she moved very carefully as if to spare some over-used body-part. "Enjoying yourself?" she smirked at his hard-on before crawling on to find the discarded pig-snout. "What...?" John tried to ask, confused. Why did she need that again? "Oh... Master's orders," she shrugged, too far outside the realm of normal to be even embarrassed that her master had sent her to retrieve her tool of embarrassment. She slipped it on and with a final 'oink' crawled back to the bedroom. No more cries or statements of ownership. For the next half hour, until Terrance and his slut finally re-emerged, it was instead a constant barrage of pleasurable oinks. "How you holding up?" the naked master asked the husband as he walked back into the living-room, closely followed by his well-used slut – she'd apparently taken her punishment or whatever it was, since she was no longer wearing the snout. They were both naked and sweaty. "Ehm, okay, I guess," John answered, wishing Terrance would put some clothes on – the black man's obscenely large cock seemed to draw his eye, as it hung free... He also wished that he himself had put his own, hard cock away before the couple joined him again. Terrance nodded. "I know this must be... confusing," he said, "I'm off soon. I just want you to witness your wife's final punishment... and I have some things for the two of you to do, while I'm away. First, get on the floor, slut." Karen immediately sunk to her knees. Though she looked tired and thoroughly fucked, she obeyed without question. "No, on your back. Yes, like that." Master Terrance then positioned himself above her face and squatted down. "Now, bitch, lick my ass," he commanded sternly. "Wha-really?" the wife and slave asked incredulously. "Yes, really!" Terrance exclaimed. To underline his point, he grabbed her nipples and twisted them painfully. "Ouch!" Karen squeeled from underneath the mighty black ass and obeyed, licking her master's asshole. It tasted like sweat and not much else, really, but the hair made it extremely nasty to the blonde housewife. "Yeah, like that," the master sighed and let go for her tits, "this is for calling me an asshole, cunt. Remember your place! Now, get that tongue all the way up... Hey, John, come and see your wife licking my ass!" Reluctantly, John made his way over and knelt next to Karen's head, his cock ridiculously bobbing with every step. It wasn't easy to see as there was neither light nor room, but even so, it was clear that his wife had her little pink tongue up her master's asshole, and she was wiggling it around up there for her master's entertainment, like a good submissive. "Yeah, good cunt..." Terrance sighed, before getting serious: "Anyway, as I told your slut-wife, I'm going out of town for about a week. The boss needs me to hold his hand during a conference, but what are you gonna do? In that time, I have a couple of... assignments for you two." "Assignments? Ehh... sure," John answered, his eyes still locked on his wife's tongue disappearing up the dark hole. "Good. First, your wife's ass is apparently too damn tight for a real cock. I want you to help me train her to become the ass-slut, a fine white bitch like her was always meant to be," Terrance instructed, calmly granting John one of his greatest fantasies, "at least once a day, I want your pink dick up her pink ass. Got it?" "I... yes, Master!" John exclaimed. Christmas was coming early this year! "BUT! I don't want you to cum up there. Rather, I want you to pull out and cum on her face like you did earlier... while you tell her what she really is. That seemed awfully therapeutic for you – it might do you some good, haha!" Terrance laughed at his own joke, before continuing, "and she's not allowed to cum while you fuck her. She's only allowed to orgasm on thick black cock from now on, even if it's a fake one. So, bitch, you will name that brother, and you will love him like no other." "Lleeeas, Laasher," the bitch in question tried to answer, her tongue still stuck halfway up her master ass. "Good. And one final thing: Both of you will get a permanent mark of your new status. Like a tattoo or some shit like that." "I... what?" John exclaimed, finally tearing his eyes off his wife's dancing tongue, "no, that's... no, you're taking this too far. I'm not about to-" He didn't finish his sentence before his large, black master, quick as a cat, had twisted around and now stood, towering above him. Splash! With a wet, sickening sound, Terrance's oversized cock slapped him in the face, leaving behind a small trail of a sticky substance on his chin that John later realised was a mix of his wife's and master's cum. John fell backwards, landing on his ass and stared wild-eyed up on the tall black man that had proclaimed himself the Master of the household. "No!" his voice sounded like thunder to the shocked man on the floor, "no! You cannot decide when to turn this on and off! I'm your master now, and I demand obedience! You will do as I say, you will fuck your slut-wife's ass and you will get a tattoo showing off your subservience to me! Is that clear?" "I..." John swallowed nervously before, shamed beyond belief he bowed his head and agreed: "Yes, Master." Though it hadn't really hurt, the chin where the mighty black cock had struck him felt on fire, and though it hadn't been sexual, only a clear, undisputed show of dominance, his cock was still hard as a rock. Meanwhile, Karen had stared raptly at her husband's degradation, and when Terrance beckoned her up, she jumped to her feet, incredibly aroused at his open display of power. When he leaned down for a kiss, she eagerly opened her mouth, finding his tongue with her own. Her hands, acting on their own grasped the dominant cock that so easily had put her husband in his place and rubbed it subserviently. Smiling into her mouth, he grabbed her firm, round ass – this bitch was ready for another round! He, however, was not. He had emptied himself into her fine, white body three or four times already (honestly, he had lost count), and even if he could get it hard once more (he figured he could – controlling this married couple was a rush), an orgasm would take hours at this point... and he didn't have hours. "Who's your man, bitch?" he demanded into her mouth. "You are, Master," she purred and rubbed her ass against his hand, keenly showing him that she was ready for whatever he wanted. "Good," he said and let go of her. "As I said, I gotta go, but I think poor hubby here needs some relief. Remember what I told you? Only on her face..." With a last, stern look at the husband who still sat stunned on his ass, watching his wife and master, he turned around, grabbed the shirt he had thrown on the floor several hours ago and went to the bedroom in search for more discarded clothes. When he returned, John was standing over his kneeling wife, beating his cock off into her upturned face. "Bitch! Black cock slut! Master's little fuck-pig! Black man's whore!" he heard John exclaim, and he grinned wickedly as he let himself out. This was gonna be fun... END I don't know why, but I've had the urge to write an interracial story for a while. It was kinda fun, and I might do more if people are interested. I realise, of course, this will get downgraded like hell (as the internet says, 'haters gonna hate') but still... If you did enjoy it, let me know.