4 comments/ 67401 views/ 17 favorites My Arrogance Got Me Blacked By: qualitywheat It was Tuesday morning, about 10:15am. I was on my knees, head down, naked, hands tied behind my back. I was near the end of my bed, feet hanging over the edge. He was behind me, I suppose on his knees too, on the carpet. And I was finding it increasingly harder to resist his attention to my pussy. His tongue was beginning to get to me, up and down, in and out; also my pussy was being subjected to a severe sucking. My clit was beginning to take control of my senses. I was getting aroused; my body was starting that familiar tingle when I get hot! And there was nothing to do to stop it. I had also been thoroughly spanked; my backside was sore and stinging. But it had also set me on the road, of which I was now travelling. I felt a finger tip work its way into my unprotected arse, as his tongue continued devastating me. I had been a bloody fool; my arrogance, and self pride had finally caught up with me, and apart from being shot. Which I knew was never going to occur. I was now paying the ultimate price. My husband had repeatedly warned me over the years, that I would one day; pay a price of sorts for my ways. I was about to pay the price now, to be raped, but in truth now. I was being utterly turned on and seduced. I would never have willingly let this man near me, not ever. But he was in control, he had me, I was his prisoner, his captive. My body was in his hands, along with my immediate future. It had all started the previous day. I had just dropped off my two small children at school, and headed into town to do some grocery shopping etc. I drove down a parking aisle near the door to the mega store, looking for a place, so I didn't have to walk too far. I was just about to head off to a further spot, when someone backed out, so I drove straight in. What I hadn't seen was a car that had been waiting at the side, and was intending to claim the place. Well, that was before I drove in. As I got out, and to lock my car, I heard a voice shouting at me, that the spot was his, he had been waiting, and would I please vacate it. I pondered for a moment, then said. "Sorry, I'm here now, so you'll have to look elsewhere." And with that, I locked it, and started walking off. "Hey, you!" A voice behind me said. I turned and was confronted by an irate young black man. "That is my place, I was waiting, now get back in your fucking car and move it!" he demanded. I do not like people speaking to me like that! No one, but no one, speaks to me that way! So I middle fingered him, and said quietly, but sternly. "You can fuck off!" With that I turned, and waltzed into the store, sashaying my hips as I went. "Cunt," I said to myself, "who the fuck, did he think he was?" I was about to find out the following day. My problem was as I've mentioned, is my arrogance, I knew it had always been an issue with some people. But when you look like I do, the best thing I have always found, and to my advantage, was to use my looks, and to flaunt it. I am Sian, I am 28 years old, had my birthday last week, and it was a blast. I know what they say about women reaching their absolute potential and sexual maturity. I was now at that age, and would be for at least the next 10 to 15 years. I believed it. I was, in my own mind, the most beautiful, sensual, alluring woman around. The story goes like this doesn't it? At the age of 8, you take her to bed, and tell her a story. At 18, you tell her a story, and then take her to bed. At 28, you can't tell her anything! At 38 she tells you! Well, as far as I was concerned, that was me! I know it sounds bigheaded, but I was happy with my belief. I was a tease, and had been unfaithful 3 or 4 times with my husband's friends, and once with the very dishy, young and cute teacher of my son. But only when the mood suited me, had I allowed them to seduce me. They had been given the honour from me, allowing them, to fuck me. I had my friends, I had my detractors, but if other women couldn't handle me being way more beautiful than them, tough shit! I am 5ft 7" tall, and really I would have loved another 2 or 3 inches in height, but hey ho! My hair is long, soft, glossy, silky, tapers down to a point in the middle of my back, and I'm blonde, all the way honey blonde. I have been blessed with a beautiful face, I was hunted when I was younger for modelling, but I turned it all down in favour of wedded bliss! My eyes are big and emerald green, long blond lashes. My nose is pert; and my lips are full, with a seductive down turn at the corners. My body is in sync with my face; my tits are lovely, full breasted without being too big, cork like upturned nipples, which I just love being played with, so so sensitive. Slim waist, narrow but full hipped. My legs go on forever. And I love sex, that's why I've let others seduce me in my marriage, I always need more than Dave, my husband, can sometimes give me. I first had sex at an early, but legal age. My dad's brother was my first lover, my uncle Larry, he seduced me one summer when I was staying with them on their farm. He taught me about lovemaking for a year, before we got found out, what a ruction that caused. He showed me, and taught me how beautiful I was, even at that age; even though I knew I was special. And what it could bring me, if I used it correctly. That's where I got my arrogance from really. I learned to pout, I started being aloof, and non attentive. It worked too, boys and men chased me from all corners, they just wanted to bed that arrogant bitch. Her, who just thought she was more beautiful, that she didn't care, and was better than anyone else. But, I did have what most women didn't, beauty! Something that I worked on. In the end I was confident that I could gain any mans attention. Whether their women liked it, or not. What they didn't know was, I was always fucking somebody on the QT somewhere. Then I married. My husband is a 'safe pair of hands,' he looks after me. I know what I do is wrong, being unfaithful like I am, but it keeps me happy, and to stay with him. He has a very good job, is extremely well paid, and we have a huge secluded 5 bed roomed house. Like I said, we have 2 small children, so in reality, we have everything, it's just the urge to get my brains fucked out every now and then, that spoil things really. And I was feeling that urge again these last few days; I had actively been considering whom, when and where, would get the honour. To be able to fuck and making love to, this beautiful sexy woman, in a once only deal. Now back to my arrogance, I hope I haven't come across as a really shallow person, because I don't think I am. I am a good loving mother, and would kill for my kids. I protect my husband, from anything I feel he needs protection from. And, thank god, he loves me; I think he has suspected my infidelity, but not all of them. He is well aware I am a target for most men, and all boys of a lustful age. And indeed, I have been targeted by a couple of women friends too. But I haven't gone down that road, yet! This day, I had dropped off my children, and made my way home. I was in the kitchen, when the door bell rang. Thinking it was a friend; I opened it, and in walked the big young black man from the car park yesterday. He grabbed me by my hair, held me down and walked off with me tumbling behind him. I heard, above my protestations, the doors being locked. I was half dragged, and half walked upstairs, straightaway, I thought, he is going to beat me. And there isn't a sole around who could hear me if I called for help. Dragged into the master bedroom, he let me go, and said. "Now you bitch, you have pissed me off big time; no one does that to me, no one!" "You are going to pay the price, and taught some manners on the way, by your superior. Me!" "Get stripped off, and now!" He roared, which scared me to death. I stammered, and stuttered, and hesitated, was this really happening? My hesitation caused him to grab me by my hair again. I was forced down onto my bed, face down; I felt my dress being pulled up. And felt my panties being ripped away. Then I got a solid, severe, and painful spanking. I put my hands behind me to try and cover my burning rump. But he just collected my wrists, climbed over me and sat on my back, holding me down. Now I was totally defenceless. He continued to thrash me, no one had ever treated me in this way, not only was it very painful, it was humiliating in the extreme. I was in tears; no one had ever dominated me in this fashion. I had always been used to getting my own way. He was taking my dignity, my esteem. He was taking me over, commanding me, and I didn't like it one bit. He even rubbed my pussy, and my little puckered brown hole. But what could I do? Nothing! That's what. I couldn't move, I was trapped, and at his mercy. Mercy! That's what I shouted for, to please stop, and have mercy on me. I was sorry for the rude crude behaviour of yesterday. That I would do anything he said, if he left me alone. After a few more punishing slaps, he stopped. He pulled me to my feet and asked me what he had ordered me to do? "You told me, to, to get undressed." I replied meekly, as the tears fell down my cheeks. "Well," he yelled into my face. I quickly stripped after he raised his hand again. "On the bed, now," he ordered me. I got on, "get up on your knees, and hands behind your back!" I did as told, and then I was tied. I was seriously frightened now. "Please," I begged, "please don't hurt me, I'm so sorry, I really am," I pleaded. His answer was to yank me by my hips, so my feet were over the edge of the bed. "Good," he said, as he stroked my sore beaten buttocks, "just how I had imagined you, er, what's your name baby?" "Sian," I replied tearfully. "You really are a beauty, aren't you Sian, I hope you can fuck, and suck, as well as you look" He chortled. Oh Jesus, I thought, I am going to be had? I heard him getting undressed; I heard his zip come down, then an odd grunt, as he threw his clothes to one side. "Sian, I'm not going to hurt you, but I will lash your arse again, if you don't behave, okay?" "I'll be good, I promise," and I meant it too. I wanted to get out of this as soon as I could. That's when I felt the first lick and probe of his tongue. He made me spread my knees; my pussy lips would be wide open to him. Which, could only heighten my arousal when it washed over me. "You really are a sexy beauty Sian, aren't you?" he said. I just muffled into the bed covers, not wanting to answer him. Slap! I turned my head to one side and said. "Yes, yes I am, for you I am, I will be anything you want me to be." "Good girl, I'm sure we are going to have lots of fun today baby?" He told me. "I have a question for you Sian." "Yes?" I replied. "Have you ever been blacked before?" "No," I replied truthfully. I had always wanted to be. I had always wanted to find out if it was as true, as it was rumoured, about black men? But I had never had the opportunity. A friend of mine had, she was a blonde, she had loved it. All that black skin all over you, it's wonderful, she had told me. And I, being the beautiful blonde that I am, was going to find out, the hard way! His tongue was lashing my clit, as well as my pussy, his finger dipped in and out of my arse. And because my knees were wide apart, I had no defence to his probing tongue and lips. He was beginning to burn me up, I had no way of stopping it, this was a fantasy I had dreamed of. Of being taken, used and abused by a dominant black male. And it was coming true, wanted or not. I tried to fight the feelings welling up from my clit, through my pussy, to my nipples. All around my body it went, and then into my brain. Where I would succumb to it, without any further protest from me! But it was him, reaching up beneath me and tweaking, then twisting my nipples that sank me. I had absolutely no defence to this sudden, all consuming attack. I came; he ravished my pussy with his tongue. His fingers ravishing my stud like nipples. He lapped me all the way to the finish. My nipples were driving me mad, or rather, he was. I remember howling into the bed covers, as my orgasm shot through me. It caved me in completely. I sagged into the bed, my pussy was on fire. Now I wanted to be fucked; the fact that it would legally be rape never entered my head. I wanted cocking, and soon, real soon. I had been thinking of taking a one off lover, and here I was, wide open, now very willing, and very very able. After what seemed like an eternity, he got hold of my upper arms and lifted me up. I was expecting to be raised right up onto my knees, but I wasn't. I was shuffled forward up the bed. A leg appeared then a knee, smooth black skin. I shuddered, if he was leading me like this, then I was going to be made to suck cock, his black cock. I felt hands on my shoulders, holding me in place. Fucking hell I thought, where am I going to go? I was on my knees hands tied behind me, and at the mercy of this black man. Two knees appeared in front of me, now I knew I was going to be face fucked, and before you ask, yes I do. I love sucking cock, it's an equal favourite, along with being rogered from behind. Without further ado, his hands held me by my head, my shiny blonde hair was gathered, and he must have made a pony tail, using it like a handle. My mouth was jammed down onto the widest, hottest thing I have ever had in my mouth. Then his legs slithered either side of me, and I was looking up lengthways at this black man who was treating himself to my mouth. He rapped my head, and said. "Get sucking and licking me bitch or, I will beat you 10 times harder!" His voice was soft and gentle, but his words weren't, not one jot! A further rap convinced me to obey, I went at him as hard and as fast as I could. His legs under me held me up, so I was in what, can only be called the optimum position for my task. I was pulled up the bed now, he wanted me where he could get at me, no permission asked. He flopped back, and moaning in no time, so I must be pleasing him, I thought? Lifting my head by my hair. He so slowly just lowered my mouth back onto his jet wash prick. It just eased its way in; I tried to move a little to give it a free entry. It got one. I started sucking as well as I could, I was so fully turned on now. I wanted to suck this big black cock, I kept my eyes wide open, so I could savour every moment of my degradation. He began pumping my head up and down, he was making me wank him with my mouth. I loved it. Then I felt heat, and then more heat, emanating from the apple in my mouth, I say apple, because that's what it felt like. He was on his way, I redoubled my efforts to make him cum, and I got my reward. He shot cup full's of cum into me. I swallowed it as each blow out erupted. I drained him as best as I could. He seemed very pleased with me too, he laid back and rested. He caressed the top of my head; I just lay there between his legs, the head still in my mouth, looking up at him. I was filled with pride, I know I shouldn't have been, but I was. I had made him cum, he hadn't cum on his own, I had made him. As he rested, he relaxed his grip on me, I actually thought he was going to stop now, and let me go, no suck luck! But at the back of my mind, did I want to be released? I had had that black baseball bat in my mouth; I now wanted it where it would do me more than good. He pulled on my hair, it hurt like hell, but I slid up the bed to where he wanted me. That's when he untied me, with a warning, that if I did anything that annoyed him, I would be in serious trouble! He turned to me and sort of rolled half over me, took me in his arms, kissed me, his thick lips covered mine. His tongue found its way into my mouth, and he played tonsil hockey with me, I lost! His fingers found my nipples and in seconds I was up the rigging again, boy, he certainly was pulling my strings, and pressing my buttons. I was dancing to his tune, and he knew it. He guided my hand to his prick and said to get to work on it, he wanted it hard. So he could give me a fucking so hard, that it would teach me the error of my ways. I almost said to him. "I think you already have shown me that," but I didn't want to deter him from giving me what I wanted most. The fucking, he had just said he was going to give me! I did what he wanted; I didn't need forcing to do anything now. He was going to fuck me, I wanted a fucking. So? I felt his cock swelling in my hand, it got bigger and bigger. God it was enormous. I was looking at him, I was beginning to understanding who he was. He was quite good looking, his eyes were bright, his face was nice, and his teeth were white and even. And he was very well built, a hard body, and he didn't smoke, I hate that. More to the point though, for me was. He didn't smell, well, he did, but it was a man smell, and I liked it. "Sian," he said, "I am pleased to have met you, I am going to fuck your brains out, just like I said. But the thing is, you want it now don't you? Mmmm." "Please say you won't hurt me will you, promise me please?" "If you promise me that, I will give you everything you want, as often as you want, I will, I really will?" "And yes, I do want you now, honestly. I want you to fuck me so deep and hard, I really do!" He lifted himself over me, "put me in you Sian, let's get going, okay?" I did, he pushed in, he had to, it was much thicker than anything I had had, so there was no chance of it 'sliding' in! I felt the great fat head of his cock, pushing the inners of my pussy to one side, it was the most incredible sensation I had ever had. It blew me apart. All I could do now was, to hang on, he had already beaten me, and I don't mean the spanking. It seemed to get bigger, and thicker as it did. God I was being stretched and filled like I had never been. Uncle Larry has a big cock, but nothing has filled me like this. Then he started giving it to me, in seconds I was like a rag doll in a strong wind, I was being battered back and forth as he rammed his prick in and out of me. It was such an intense hammering; I was cumming in no time because of what he was doing. He had a hold of my nipples; I don't know how it was. I was being fucked as hard as I had ever been fucked, no, not that. I had never been fucked as hard as this, it was incredible. I was cumming in a constant stream, it was devastating me. I wanted him to cum, to give me a respite, but it was several minutes before he did. And when he came, if I hadn't been held down, I'm sure I would have hit the wall above my bed! I think I must have passed out, because when I opened my eyes, I was laid next to him. I then got my first real look at him, he squeezed a nipple. I groaned with a new arousal, he knew what he was doing. "Please stop, please, you are driving me crazy?" He intensified his efforts. I moaned more and more. I felt a finger tickle my pussy. I turned and saw him, and it seemed for the first time too. He was a very good looking man, or boy? He was definitely younger than me, I estimated about 21 or 22 or thereabouts? He pulled me, and turned me to him, then he kissed me, being so close to black skin like this was wonderment in itself. I could see my blonde hair on his face, around his head. It was just so erotic. I had been totally turned on by him. He was handling me like he knew every inch of me, I was responding well, proper, and entirely. "Who are you? What is your name?" I asked him. My Arrogance Got Me Blacked He laughed and said. "If I tell you, I'll have to kill you!" I smiled then; it sort of broke the ice. "You shouldn't have done what you did yesterday Sian, you really pissed me off, I can tell you!" he said. I replied. "I think I have just been given the message, and I'm sorry." "But I have to admit. I haven't had as good a message as that for a long time." I admitted softly. "In fact. I've never had a message delivered to me as good as that, in my life!" Then I laughed too. "Please, tell me your name?" I asked. "It's Lonnie." He said. "Okay Lonnie, I would like to say, that it's been great to meet you, but I'm not too sure yet?" "Don't you worry, I will convince you before I leave today, I assure you!" He ordered me onto my knees. I was going to get it from behind, his big black prick and he, were going to roger me totally, I could sense it. I scrambled to me knees. I steadied myself I put my arms out and wide above my head. I wasn't being very ladylike now; my arrogance was nowhere to be seen. I was beside myself with lust, I just wanted him to do me in anyway he wanted. I didn't care now what he did to me. I was up for it! Head down, I looked between my legs, my pussy was dripping! I could see him behind me, closing the gap, then the first nudge of his prick as it felt for its goal. Then without warning, he drove it right into me, it hit bottom, or was it the top? He was holding my hips, I couldn't go forwards, I was held in place, he began the in and out thrust, that was to take me to wherever his prick wanted to take me. I went, my orgasms were blinding. I came on him, then again, and then again, He stopped banging me momentarily, then he went for my nipples underneath me, he crushed them, twisted them, and pulled them. I was in luscious agony, he nailed me for good, he knew it, I knew it, we both knew it! He unloaded once more, where did he get it from? He filled me to overflowing; I could feel it being pressured out of my groaning cunt. He seemed to go on forever unloading tons of cum into me, it forced more orgasms from me, I felt like I was dying, such was the ferocity of our joint copulation. I just collapsed under him, wonderfully spent, fucked? You bet I was, and not just literally either. I was wrecked, and after what he had just done, I was prepared to bet he was too. He rolled off me, and pulled me to him. "Now Sian, are you going to behave yourself in future?" He asked me. Here I was, I had been raped, but it had ended up being terrific. This young man had really shown me the error of my ways; he had told me he was going to do it. And he had, big time. I had loved what he had done to me, although I know it could have gone the other way too. It had taken all these years for me to realise that there is another me inside my body, and he had brought it to the surface. My uncle had taught me to be what I had become, because of my beauty. I was going to change my whole persona now, no argument. I snuggled into my black lover, seeing my white creamy skin, nestled on his, was a sight I will never forget. My very dominant male, was now my conqueror. Feeling for his now limp prick, I crushed it gently in my hand, and whispered. "Yes Lonnie, I will be the best girl ever from now on, you really have taught me a lesson here, and I thank you." I told him. "Good, because I have more to teach you before I leave here today," he replied. This alarmed me a little, I'm not too sure what he meant by that. "What do you mean Lonnie?" I said. "You'll see baby, you'll see." Was all he said? Then suddenly, he grabbed me, yanked me off the bed by my hair, and we were off and into the shower. He was, I was finding out, a man who was a man. He was showing himself to be a man that treated a woman, with love, was a powerful dominant lover, gave a woman (me) what I wanted, even though I think I was unaware that I had wanted what he had done to me, and given to me. The fact is, he seemed to have known it, the moment he walked through my back door this morning, grabbed me, and took me upstairs. And now I did know it too, like I said, he had nailed me, good and proper. What a time I had in that shower, he spent ages on his knees, and bringing me to mine, I fell down in a heap by the time he had blasted another orgasm out of me. His tongue was magical; it felt as if it was tickling my womb sometimes! I gave myself over to him completely. I had no thoughts in my mind of my family; I had no room for anything but him, and what he was doing to me. And having multiple orgasms? Not the right word for it, I can tell you. I was having multiple multiple orgasms. I spent time sucking him off, but he wouldn't let me make him cum. This was a new one for me; no man had ever refused anything I did to them. I had always had control, I had made lovers beg me to finish them off, desperate to cum, and I sometimes made them wait for ages. Even though they might have thought it was them in charge. But I was learning fast, that he was in control of me, definitely in charge. I had no say, he never asked me to do anything, he made me, and I went with it, very compliantly. It was when he turned me to the shower wall, and drove his thumb up my arse, that I knew for certain; I was the receiver here, not the giver. I just bent my head, spread my feet. My hands high up flat on the wall, my capitulation complete. He helped me out of the shower, he had to, I could hardly walk. We got dried eventually, he powered me off, bless him. And then he took me back to my juice loaded bed. I glanced at the clock; it was 2:00pm. He went back to the bathroom, and returned with a bottle of baby oil. "What do you want with that Lonnie?" I asked innocently. He looked at me quizzically, arched an eyebrow, and said. "You don't know Sian, can't you guess?" He said. "No," I answered honestly. Then I did! "Please Lonnie, no, don't do that to me please"? I bleated. I started to scramble across the bed, but he was on me in a flash. "You want tying up again Sian?" "No, but please Lonnie, don't do this, it will hurt, I know it will?! I begged. "Are you trying to tell me, you have never had a prick up your soft round beautiful arse Sian?" He asked amazed. "No," I cried, "never, I have always said no!" "Well baby, you ain't saying a no today, not to me anyway!" he said gruffly. "Please Lonnie," I cried as he forced me over onto my stomach. I caught a glimpse of his beautiful big blackcock swaying around as I feebly fought for my honour. Now I was face down, he was between my knees, he was spreading his, making mine part further and further. His hand between my shoulder blades, I wasn't going anywhere now. I felt the coolness of the oil spreading down my crack as he poured some on me. He was getting me lubricated. I was begging him not to, knowing already that he was going to. My face was turned to one side, I saw him lower his body onto mine, he began kissing my face, biting my neck, god how I love that. His hands went under me and worked their way to my aching nipples. He knew exactly what to do, he was turning me on against my will, and he was readying me, so I would accept my rear end being defiled. Then I felt the first gentle push at my arse, he missed the first time, but not the second. I screamed as the bulbous purple head went in. He held me tightly; there was no way I could ever wriggle out of this. He stayed still for a while, I felt the pain subside a little, my arse must be expanding I thought. Then another push, again the pain returned, and again he stayed. After much pushing, staying, then pushing again, he said. "I'm in baby, I'm in, now relax okay, just let your whole body flop for me Sian." "Oh Lonnie," I cried. "Please be gentle with me, please?" I let go, I forced myself to relax, to 'flop' as he put it. He was gentle for a while, and then he began to pull out, and push in. I was in tears, more from the fear factor than the pain. Without me realising it, he was speeding up, he was gathering pace as his thick black cock plundered my virgin arsehole. And then unknowingly, I was going with it, the sensation of having his prick up there was assailing my mind, in a way I never thought possible. I heard moaning of someone in pleasure; I looked up, and then knew it was me moaning. I was enjoying the feeling of fullness, of the utter domination he was showing me, of his power over me. I hadn't felt his fingers leaving my nipples; he was up on his elbows now. He was powering his great black prick in and out. His mouth was occasionally clamping the back of my neck, like a lion with its lioness, when they were rutting. And make no mistake; I was being rutted, truly rutted! I was loving the electrical sizzles of orgasms flashing through my body, building me up to the climatic one, that I knew was on its way. I was flat on the bed now, totally submissive, arms and legs spread, in complete subjugation. Then my ultimate orgasm hit me, it hit me with such surprise and power, I thought my life was going to end, it was the most wondrous, sublime feeling I have ever had. Lonnie grunted, and then stiffened like a steel rod lying on my back, and he came too. The feeling of my bowels filling and swelling was one I will never forget. He was chewing on my neck, on the sides, and on my spinal column under my hair line. He was marking me in a way, which I knew I would hardly be able to hide. But at that moment I didn't care, I wanted it, I loved it, I needed it. Eventually, he lifted himself slowly off me; I swear I heard a plop, as his prick came out of me. He dropped onto his back at my side. Then turning to me, he said. "Sian, you are the best, most glorious fuck on this planet!" Then he laughed softly. "No I'm not Lonnie, you are, you really are." I whispered back. We spent the rest of the day just loving each other; Lonnie really had turned my life around. It's a bloody good job I was on the pill, there would have been no way he could have left me this day, and me not be pregnant! Fortunately for me, I still had a neck collar from about 2 years ago when I had an accident, so I wore that for nearly 2 weeks to let my neck bites heal. Lonnie left me, he took my phone number with a promise to call, and he did. We still meet now and then. And he still fucks me with the intensity of the first time, my arse is wide open now, I love him fucking me, when, where, and how he likes. He brought his girlfriend a couple of times, who has a liking for women, and now she loves this blonde beauty, who surrenders to her every time, at Lonnie's bidding. But that's another story? And last week, he introduced me to his dishy kid brother. His eyes went wide in amazement when he saw me. Lonnie, sniggering said that Lennie would be looking after me sometimes, when he had to go away? And that's another story too.