This was new to me. I hadn't done anything like this before. I was standing on the balcony looking down as he pulled in his flashing Jaguar. He is suited and booted, looking handsome like going to an important business. Earlier on the phone, he sounded like one. Sounded like he meant business. Whispering in my ear, making my pussy tingle with his dominant voice.
“I want you in my room at 11, Kelly. Sharp.” This was what he had said on the phone earlier. His words always sent a million shockwaves through my nerves. My pussy tingles when I hear him talk. The truth is that we had been planning our meeting for a long time but I was scared of getting caught. You see my husband, even though he spends most of his time out on business trips, has a keen eye. And he values me precious every time he comes home. I appreciate that but I have my needs too, you know. I want him to take me with force, brutally fuck me to the floor, throw me on the rug, step on me, call me a whore.
These were some of my fantasies, and my husband just was not ready to listen to these. He usually has his phone to his ear, busy on his conference calls, and using the other ear to listen to me. I wanted to tell him about a certain fantasy/fetish of mine first.
“I want to fuck a black man.” His lips seized mid conversation on the conference call. He stared at me and asked ‘What?’ I simply had stared at him.
“I want to fuck a black man. That's what I said. I'm done with your bullshit. Your fucking meetings, your trips then coming home and not giving me what I need. I'm sick of it.”
“What do you need?” He had stopped talking on the phone. Probably hung up the call altogether.
“I need a black man is what I need.”
I said and simply walked out that day. We never spoke of this again. He didn't bring it up and I didn't talk about it. He had the sex. I gave him what he needed and that was it. Was this a green light from him? I have to say I was considering it.
Then I saw Him. My Markus. I fell in love with his dark chocolate skin, his hard flawless chest, broad muscular shoulders and biceps, his abs which screamed countless hours spent in the gym, his little french cut beard which always made me want to rub my vagina on. It does suit him though. His 6 foot 1 inch tall handsome body. My Markus.
I snapped out of my day dream standing there on the balcony watching him arrive then disappear through the entrance of the hotel. The cool breeze hit my thighs and I felt slick down there. Standing in my robes half open, I slid a hand between my white thighs and began to stroke my clit, not caring who sees a 29 year old woman standing in an open balcony touching herself. This was me being brave. I closed my eyes this time thinking of Markus standing naked with a huge black cock hanging between his legs. And there I stood, in front of him, in this hotel room, a five foot four Kelly in front of a 6 foot monster. A simple white woman who was becoming dangerously obsessed with black men. Markus takes a step forward to grab my shoulders affectionately, and my pussy doesn't hold back and I come at his touch.
I opened my eyes to realise I had came on the balcony. Licking my fingers wantonly, I walked back in the hotel room and closed the double doors shut. Richard sat on the bed playing on his phone. He looked up at me with questioning eyes as I announced, “He's here.”
My husband had to cancel his important business meeting for this. I made him do it just as I made him come here. I did find out that he had a little bit of a submissive side in him. I was simply using that to my own advantage. And now Markus was in charge. 11 pm sharp. I had to look good. I let Richard do whatever he needed to do as I got ready. I opted for a darker shade of makeup. Black eyeliner with red lipstick as I donned a black dress on. I know, I know, I should have gone for the white dress as I love the black against white contrast so much. I tied my blonde hair back in a ponytail. With heels, I looked like a fetish mistress. If only I could cuff my husband's hands behind his back, tie his mouth, put a leash on him and make him crawl. If only. But that was not in the plans.
We made our way together to the room Markus had told me. He would be staying at one of the luxury suites at the top of the hotel with a rooftop view. I was excited for this. I lead my husband to the top via the lift. We stood in front of Markus’ door and knocked. Two seconds later, the door opened and Markus was standing there in a white robe. He let us in. The room was dipped in semi darkness. The dark furniture and maroon carpet added to the darkness and gave the place a sensual feel. It was perfect for a businessman like Markus to come and chill in this room.
I nudged my husband to take a seat on the single couch to the side as I took small steps toward the black hunk. He was leaning over the mini bar to the side with a drink in his hand facing me. A small smile was on his lips as he looked down at the small me. I felt submissive standing before him. My hands couldn't help but take off my clothes. I took my clothing off, one by one, throwing them aside. Now I stood naked, white as anything, and waited for the Black God to unrobe and use me. I wanted to be used badly. I wanted his big black cock inside my white pussy.
When Markus finished checking me out up and down, he took me to the middle of the room besides the coffee table, near Richard. There, he had me kneel down. Oh, yes, my Lord. I will kneel down to you and worship your black cock till eternity. His cock was still hidden behind that white robe. The anticipation was making me wetter and wetter. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a wet patch on the carpet below me. Then it happened. The robe dropped silently to the floor and there it was. A huge black cock, semi erect.
A moan escaped my mouth at once. “My Lord. May this white scum worship and service your cock?”
“Yes, you may,” Markus replied and I immediately, without any grace, took the hanging tip of his cock in my mouth and began to suck on it. My hands were on my thighs and I was desperate to feel his member in my mouth. I was dying to please my Black Lord. I wanted to slobber his cock with my pathetic spit and then try to swallow his cock down my throat. I may not be compatible for this Black Cock but I wanted to try.
I sucked his head in my mouth and felt it grow. It grew and grew then he nudged it inside a little bit. I opened my mouth to accommodate the girth of his rod. It was huge. A total of 9 inches. And it wasn't even fully erect yet. Markus placed a hand on my head to hold me still and pushed his cock inside my mouth. It wasn't the first time I was swallowing his cock. I would like to say that I have a fairly good practice in deepthroating. I wasn't worried about the length but the girth of his rod. It was huge. It was fat and the fact that my own husband was watching this from the side made my pussy wetter.
His cock was covered with my saliva and some of it was dripping down on the floor too. Some drooled on my lap as I eagerly let his cock slide down my throat. Of course, I was not going to take all of his nine inches down. Halfway through was my achievement and that I did achieve here easily. Even that was a lot. I gagged, and coughed before I took him in, my teeth bared around his length. I looked up at My Black God with teary eyes. I know he liked to see the tears in my eyes. I know he liked to see me defeated on his Black Cock. I know he liked to see me suffer. I felt serving him for the rest of my life. I shuddered at his presence towering over me, the control he had, the fact that he could push the entire length of his cock inside my body and I could not do anything about it. This thought of him taking advantage of my white body sent a shiver down my spine and I pushed my mouth over his cock. My throat gave way and I swallowed a couple of more inches in one succession. It resulted a moan from Markus and his grip tightened on my head. He looked down at me and I looked right back in his eyes, and in this moment of devotion, I pushed my head further and took more of his cock. Almost to the hilt. Even then I had a lot of breath left in. Whatever I was doing, it was for his pleasure.
My eyes wanted to roll back but I resisted and kept them on my Lord. My Lord. My Markus. Take control of this pathetic white cunt. I cannot do this. I am not built for this. It is up to you to push the remainder of your cock in my throat as I have reached my limit. Please, my Lord, I silently beg you. This white whore begs you.
As if he read my mind, he moved forward roughly and shoved the rest of the cock in my throat. I squirmed, realised then panicked. My eyes bulged, the tears that were resting on my eyeliner streamed down as my nose hit his belly. I could feel his snake squashed inside my throat and I was in a panic, yet also in a state of delight that his has finally broken into me and defeated me with his Black Cock. This sense of being defeated by his hands was such a turn on that my hand reflexively went to my wet mound and I began to masturbate furiously. I didn’t need to rub it too much as I was already on the verge of orgasm. Then I exploded. My body jerked up and back and he shoved me away from his cock at the same time. I landed on my back and felt the wave of my orgasm approaching. It was inevitable and inescapable. I wanted to drown in it. I writhed like a pathetic snake on his carpet, my pussy gushing out liquids like never before. My hand was clutched near my crotch and I was shrieking. It was a mix of pain and pleasure. The orgasm was so hard that for a moment, I forgot where I was.
Finally, when I opened my eyes, I saw Markus towering over me, his black figure I could not ever forget. He was opening my legs roughly while saying something. “Let’s see how you take this in one of your other holes.” That was all he said, then I felt his enormous bulb of a head enter my wet pussy. I moaned, turned on to the highest degrees of pleasure, and made tiny fists of my hands. I held my fists up in a vain attempt to tell him that he has to go slower. But then again, who was I to tell him that? He owned every inch of my body and my life. I was his white bitch, his slave, inferior to him. He could rip in my pussy all he wanted. He discarded my arms with his strong hands and put his own hands on the carpet, on either side of me, ready to attack in a plank position. My legs were open, tears streaming down my cheeks as I welcomed this Black Beast to ravage my insides.
Markus plunged inside me. It was slow but firm. I shrieked and screamed but they were ignored as Markus growled once his cock head touched my cervix. I could feel it inside there. My upper body jerked up in response and my head tilted back. There I saw the inverted Richard from my angle, sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on me. I don't know if he was smiling or not but he must know by now that never in a million years he could do or give me this kind of pleasure that Markus gave me.
My attention came back to Markus as he now started to move inside my pussy. My pussy was very sensitive from the orgasm but I didn’t care. I wanted him inside me. I wanted his cum inside me. His growls, as he fucked me, sent shivers to every nerve of my body and I wrapped my legs around his waist while my arms came around his huge back.
“Yes, my Lord. Your slut begs for you to finish her. Cum inside your white slut and she will carry your sperm with pride. I want to be yours, my Lord. Only yours to use. Please! Ahhhhh.” Another wave of orgasm washed over me and I shuddered. This one wasn’t as hard as the one before but it blinded me and I dug my nails in his back.
Richard could never match the raw power of thrusts that Markus was fucking me with. He had opened my pussy to his Black Cock. Then I felt his body tense up. He growled like a beast as he pushed his hips inside my pussy violently. I could feel his tip against my womb and it hurt so wonderfully. I wanted it to hurt like that forever. I felt his sperm shoot out and fill my pussy. He kept unloading inside me till there was nothing left. Then he pulled out and I looked at him. Muscular black body glistened with sweat. There was no sign of fatigue on his face except for the sweat. I wanted to service him and lick his sweat from every inch of his body.
He smiled as he looked down at me. “Are you going to do it?”
For a moment I did not understand what he meant by that question. It was possible that I was dazed and mesmerised by his body and my own pleasure, that there was a cloud over my mind. But then slowly it came to my mind and I slowly got up on my ass, clenching my pussy tight, not wanting to leak any of his precious seed. I tightened it as hard as I could before I looked towards my husband. “Richard, I wanted to fuck a black man and you saw me do it. You simply could not give me what Markus can give me. I want to devote my white life in worshipping the Black. I am asking for a divorce. I want to be under Markus from here on. I want to do everything he tells me to do.”
I saw Richard swallow and then look down. He accepted it. Who wouldn’t accept it after seeing a Black Bull destroy a white pussy? Markus stood beside me with a smile then he spoke directly to Richard, “I want them papers tomorrow in my room here. Bring Kelly’s stuff here too. She will be staying with me from now on.”
Richard could not reply. His gaze was down as he nodded meekly. He stood up and without even looking at me for the last time, walked out of the hotel room.
