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How I became a black cock slutI’ve always just been an average girl. All through high school and all through college. I married an average guy who was successful in middle management and we lived in an average house in a good neighborhood. We were both working, paying the mortgage and saving some money. Like everything else about me, my body was just average. My tits were a handful, but no more. I was “tight” enough for my husband and he was big enough for me. All of this changed three years ago on Christmas, but I didn’t have the courage to write about it until now – and I didn’t know who to share it with until about a year ago.So, on Christmas three years ago….I didn’t get the usual dress, jewelry, kitchen or business accessory. Instead I got a cartoonish card of a woman with huge tits that were clearly straining the buttons on her too tight shirt, and whose nipples looked like they could put and eye out. There was no writing preprinted on either the inside or the outside. There was only a scribbled note in my husbands handwriting that said, “These are for you, Merry Christmas Trace.” My name was Tracy, but Glen called me Trace. Underneath was a cryptic subscript: “January 6 next year – get the day off.”I assumed that we were going for a day spa get away. We had done this before a couple of years ago. So, with this in mind, I took the day off. On that day I hoped into my car and headed off into the future that I’m writing about now; but I didn’t know that then. I was totally embarrassed when I found myself entering a plastic surgeons office – one that specialized in breast augmentation! My husband knew that the one thing I always wished I had were bigger tits. My nipples were killer, and my tits were perky, but they didn’t turn any heads. All of that was about to change.The consultation with the surgeon lasted for nearly an hour. We discussed the difference between silicon and saline, and what size might suit me best – and the different insertion possibilities. In the end we opted for the double D’s that would give me a 42 inch bust: a killer rack that would definitely turn heads. The surgery had already been scheduled the next week and in a head spinning two weeks, my world changed forever. In addition, Glen told me that he was taking another job that would move us from Colorado to New York by the end of the month. He had thought of everything. I could come on the scene with my “big mommas” without the embarrassment of all my friends knowing that I had just gotten a boob job. Little did I know that it was all part of an even bigger journey that Glen had in mind for me…We arrived in New Rochelle and rented a small apartment until we finally found a house in the college town of New Paltz, and moved about an hour and a half up state. But it was in New Rochelle where I began my new life. My husband insisted that I go out by myself, but that he would follow me. So we drove to the Galleria in separate cars and he tailed me into the mall. I’m confess that I wanted to show off my new rack just a little too much. I wore a tight, white, dress that rode way up on my thighs. I had black patent leather pumps, sheer panty hose and a wide black leather belt with a oversized gold buckle. It might sound a bit trashy, but with my black, plastic rimmed glasses I looked like a blond receptionist who was out for a quick lunch – and was totally stacked!I wasn’t prepared for the looks I got though. Everybody looked – and I mean everybody! Some looked discreetly, others looked blatantly, and a few men black guys not only checked out my body, but made various comments as I passed closely by. Women would look at each other after looking at me and whisper things. I used to be those women, and believe me, I’d much rather be the woman that they are talking about. In the first five minutes I experienced something I had never experienced before: I got wet just because everyone was looking at me. The more I walked around the more my wetness watered a growing horniness. By the time I decided on lunch and sat in the common mall dining area, both my nipples and my girl (my clit) were throbbingly hard.I had never smoked, but had an agreement with my husband that I would sit on the planter wall outside the mall and smoke a couple of cigarettes with all the other “lunch babes”, as he called them. I couldn’t wait! I was so hot and horny, and the thought of being a “naughty girl” who smoked just served to turn up the heat. I finished my lunch and, with every eye in the place seeming to follow me, and being totally squishy between the legs, I dumped my tray into the bin and headed outside.There was a small crowd sitting on the wall. Mall workers – men and women, joined the regular lunch crowd in grabbing an after lunch smoke. I sat between a few women and a lone guy. All of them moved away, as naturally as they could manage, before I even got my purse open. On my husbands advice, I stuck a stick of gum in my mouth to counter what he promised would be the awful taste of my first cigarette. I took the pack that my husband and I had opened before we left and put one of the 100’s in my mouth. It was so light I could barely feel it. I zipped the lighter with my thumb and held the end into the flame that was slowly swaying in the calm air of mid afternoon. Then I inhaled (just like breathing) as I had practiced with my husband (who used to be a smoker, but quit over 10 years ago). I felt the smoke go down my throat like it was a light, scratchy liquid. When I exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke I felt, well, very naughty. Then I felt an uncontrollable urge to cough. As practiced, I turned this into an on purpose clearing of my throat. I chewed my gum a few times and swallowed. I know this will sound weird, but I felt like I was giving somebody a blow job in public! I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist (more about this later), so this just turned me on more!! My second inhale was much bigger and I felt it fill my lungs. I held it for a moment and then, controlling my cough, let is stream powerfully out of my pursed lips. Then I felt my cell phone ring.I answered it somewhat awkwardly, not being practiced in holding a cigarette and doing anything else at the same time. It was my husband. “God-damn Trace, you look sooooo damn hot!” he spoke heavily into the phone (or something to this effect, I don’t remember exactly – as will be the case with all conversations I’ll quote here). I thrust my already huge tits even further forward and looked around. I saw him sitting in his car a few spots back off in front of me. I smiled at him, and took another long pull off my cigarette. Suddenly, I felt my body and mind kind of tingling. This must be the nicotine rush I was told to expect. What I wasn’t told was that it would also tingle between my legs! I just couldn’t control myself any longer.I smiled and waved at him, got up and started walking straight over to his car. This is not what we had planned. On the way I spit out my gum and stared into his eyes as I took another, even bigger drag off my cigarette. I wanted to taste the nasty taste in my mouth. I wanted to feel naughty. I opened the door and sat beside my shocked husband. I took another nasty pull on my smoke and exhaled inside the car on purpose. It just seemed what a nasty girl would do. He started to speak and then stammered as I put the cigarette in my mouth and reached over and unzipped his fly. “What? Trace?” he protested. I reached in his boxers and found him already hard. I pulled out his big thick 7 inch cock and started giving him head. Right there in the car. I knew people’s gaze had followed me to the car. That people were watching – or trying not to watch – right now just made me hornier.Though I hadn’t done it since the first years of my marriage, I deep throated him and finished without using my hands. I paused a couple of times only to take drags off my quickly diminishing cigarette. Every time I did I looked out at the crowd smoking on the wall. Every time, I saw heads quickly turn away. I knew that they would be able to see my head bobbing down on this man’s lap. This made me even hotter. The free hand not holding my smoke moved furiously between my legs as I bobbed with an increasing speed that matched the insistent increase of the jiggling fingers between my legs. I knew that Glen knew when I started to cum, and I felt his long thick cock (as I thought of it then) start its pre-orgasmic jerks as I started moaning as an orgasm shot through me. I was midway through when I felt him gush straight down my throat as I held him balls. I swallowed (I always swallow), lifted my head up slowly and took the last pull of the end of my smoke. I put it out in the car ashtray (which had never been used before).Then I got out of the car and went around to his window as a sudden naughty inspiration struck me. “Give me $20” I said. “What?” he countered. “For the blow job”, I said. He looked beyond me at our spectators. “Oh…” he said and smiled slyly. Then he made a great show of holding up his wallet and giving me a $20 out of it. I tucked it in my bra and lit another cigarette. I could feel my new huge tits bouncing rhythmically up and down-God how I loved the feeling of them moving on my chest: a feeling that I still wasn’t quite used to. They made me feel so confident and powerful. My heels clicked on the asphalt and I took another long and deep pull on my smoke. I exhaled slowly, knowing how I looked and how everyone was looking at me. I could still taste Glenn in my naughty mouth and my naughty pussy was still oh so wet! I reached the mall doors way sooner than I would have liked. It was such a rush! The first time I had shown my new tits in public. And so foundation for my life changing experience was layed.My husband enjoyed my new tits. He loved to hold them whenever I rode him. They were so heavy in his hands – and so much more than a handful! And he loved watching them joggle up and down when he had me on my back. I know this because he glanced only occassionally in my eyes, keeping them fixed on my tits the rest of the time.Besides the looks, I soon learned that men treated me completely different too. They were quick to open doors and do other little things for me that were done before only occasionally. Counter girls at the shops waited on me right away. It was a whole new life…A few weeks later, I got a job as a receptionist in a chiropractor’s office. On the Friday of my first week on the job, a young, clean-cut man came in and handed me a paper bag. We were done for the day and the other girls were processing insurance and other paperwork. “Could you clean that for me?” the doctor said, nodding to the bag.I opened the bag to smell the sweet pungent smell of pot that I had experienced in college. I had never smoked it, but had luckily helped my roommate “clean” hers until I was better at it than she was. This bag was mainly bud, so I just separated out the seeds and a few small stem parts. “Man, I’ve been out all week!” he said as he took a small glass bong out of one of the lower office cabinets. He jammed a pinch full in and lit up. He pulled on it, then removed his thumb from the hole and sucked in a bong full of smoke. He coughed several times as he passed it to the office manager. She and the other assistant took a big hit and passed it to me. I had been feeling horny and naughty all day thinking about my slutty rendezvous with my husband set for tomorrow at lunch, so I didn’t hesitate. The girl before me had stuffed in a fresh pinch of bud, so there was plenty left for my hit. I coughed a lot. For a minute I didn’t feel anything. Then I felt something like the nicotine rush I felt when I smoked that first cigarette (I still only smoked during my trysts with Glenn) rolled over me – only this was much thicker and headier. I felt like I was somewhere else; yet profoundly present in my body and mind – which focused on the strangest details of different thoughts and things. The perky office manager soon made her way into the doctor’s office, and he soon followed. As I finished filing I heard moans coming from the office. I looked at the other assistant and was strangely transfixed by the sounds. So was she. All we could hear was the doctor, so either the manager was being very quiet, or she was giving him head.“God, isn’t sex just the best when you are high?!” my co-worker remarked. We both just giggled, and she looked a bit long at my new tits. I didn’t really know what she was talking about, but it seemed to make sense with the way that I was feeling. After we closed up everyone went to their cars. They drove off as I sat there lost in the feeling and wondering about how safe I would be driving. I was now way hornier than before I smoked. For some reason I then did something that I had never done before. I opened my purse and took a cigarette out of my nearly empty pack. I opened the window and lit up. As I sat there smoking my mind kept going between my legs and I started rubbing the crotch of my pants almost absently. Then I slowly unzipped them and started playing with myself. The feeling was amazingly amplified and all consuming! Wow! Before I knew it I was doing another thing I hadn’t done in a long time. I took my hairbrush out of my bag and started running the long pink handle on my crotch. Then, almost in a dream, I pulled my pants down over my hip and worked the hairbrush up inside of me. My orgasms washed over me and downed me. I couldn’t get enough. I came and then smoked a cigarette with my hairbrush still sticking out of me. Then I fucked myself silly with the brush handle again. I don’t know how many times I came. Eventually I felt all cummed out. pamukkale escort Still not sure about driving, I went to a nearby diner and had a cup of coffee. Two hours later, I felt I was okay to drive. I still arrived home before my husband. The next day we repeated our blow-job-mall-parking-lot-fantasy – though we did a different mall each week.After the mall that weekend, I was straightening up my husband’s desk. I know that it sounds cliché, but he was fast asleep in his chair in front of the T.V. I set the mouse on its pad and the screen that had been asleep lit up. The banner said “X-Hamster”, and on it I saw little pictures of all kinds of sex acts, some of them moving. I wasn’t really in the mood, and shut the computer down without thinking too much about it.Later the next night Glenn fell asleep watching the T.V. again. Curious, I went over to the desktop, opened up Chrome, and typed in X-Hamster. I went to the site and explored for quite some time. Maybe surprisingly, I had never really watched any adult videos before. After just a few minutes though, it struck me that maybe Glenn’s dick wasn’t as big as I thought it was. I had only had a couple of boyfriends in high school and college, and all of them had dicks that were quite a bit smaller than Glenn’s. When I met him in my senior year, I worshipped what I thought was his huge cock. My pussy could definitely feel the difference, and it was the first time I had to shove a dick past my gag reflex to go balls deep. But now, comparing the size of the dicks I saw in the videos to where the guys navels were, and how their thicknesses looked on video, I knew that I was looking at a whole different level of big. I wondered what it might feel like to have such a big dick in my tight little pussy. I lit up a cigarette (the first time ever in the house), and used my hairbrush again while watching a girl with big tits get pounding by a dick quite a bit bigger than my husbands. In fact, this prompted me to go to the fridge and get a cucumber that was at least as big as Glenn, but longer, and bring myself to orgasm several times while I smoked naughtily. Surprisingly, Glenn snored through all of this.The next night, Glenn and I stayed up late watching a video we had rented. After it was over and we were climbing into bed. I asked my husband if he had ever watched any porn. I was wondering if he would be honest with me, or lie about it. He said that he watched a lot of it in college. I asked him if he still watched it. He looked at me closely as if deciding what to say. “Sometimes….” he said carefully. “Really?” I asked in a voice that told him I was clearly more interested than upset. He relaxed and then became visibly animated. “Why do you ask?” he queried. “Could we watch some together?” I countered. “Sure!” he said excitedly. “How about now?” I asked, looking over at the desktop. “Okay” he said and shot up and across the room to the desk to boot the “puter” up. I noticed that he went right to X-Hamster. He asked what I wanted to watch, and I said a little bit of everything. He went to what he excitedly called “girl-on-girl”. I found it a strange coincidence as I thought about the way the other receptionist had looked at my tits. After just a few minutes, I noticed Glenn’s hand rubbing the outside of his pajamas. I reached out and took over. His hand then went under my nightshirt to the outside of my panties.The more we watched the hornier we both got. A sudden desire to feel high came over me. Since the closest I could get was a nicotine rush, I asked Glenn if it was okay if I lit a cigarette. “Sure”, he said, “no problem.” I walked over to the closet and fetched one of the last three cigarettes out of my handbag and lit it up. “Take off your shirt” Glenn requested. I slipped the nightshirt over my head. As I did, it pulled my big tits up with it, and they flopped back down and bounced around a few times. I relished the feeling. My nipples were fully erect and I knew how hot I looked, and Glenn’s dick throbbing in his PJs confirmed it – besides, his eyes were locked on them the whole time. He sure never looked at my old tits that way. I picked up the cigarette I had set down. “Play with them” Glenn requested with an entreating gaze. So I rubbed them and tweeked the nipples getting them very hard. His eyes were darting from me to the computer screen and back again as the girl with the bigger tits played with her own tits for the other girl, whose tits were about the same size that mine used to be. My eyes were going between the screen and Glenn. I moaned and thrust my hips forward when the nicotine hit me. I soon noticed that Glenn was replicating with me whatever was happening in the video. He kissed me when the girls kissed. He rubbed my tits when the smaller chested girl rubbed the big titted girls tits. I almost told him about the other assistant checking out my rack, but I would have had to tell him about getting high, and I wasn’t ready for that.I saw the one girl start to finger the big titted girl (as Glenn started to finger me). I was starting to get the idea that big tits got you all the attention – and the commanding role. As the girl in the video slipped two, three and then four fingers in, so did Glenn. Next the girl put on a huge dick (which I later learned was called a strapon). It was quite a bit longer and a bit thicker than Glenn’s dick, and perhaps that’s what inspired him to get the malt bear bottle. As one girl bent the other over, Glenn did the same to me. I tingled with anticipation. Was my husband really going to fuck me with something that was quite a bit bigger than he was? What would it feel like? My pussy started to drip in anticipation and my breath started coming fast and shallow. “Stick that big cock in me” the big titted girl on the video said. Without thinking about it, I said to Glenn, “Stick that big cock in me”. “What?” he said, surprised. “Stick that big cock in me” I repeated. “God, that is so fucking hot Trace!! Keep saying that…” As I did, he started working the bottle up inside of me. It stretched me and hurt, but I just bit my lower lip. He worked more in me and it hurt a bit too much. “Stop…can you take it out for a sec…” “Oh, I’m sorry” Glenn misinterpreted as he took it out. “Is it too…” “Now, work it back in I interrupted: Stick that big cock in me.”I took the moment before he did just what I asked to knock my ashes into the soda can and take another big naughty hit off my cigarette and repeated, “Stick that big cock in me”; which he eagerly did. It hurt a bit, but went further in before it started hurting a bit too much again. But instead of asking him to pull it out, I arched my back, took a big pull off my cigarette and pushed back onto the bottle. I stretched and something tore a bit down there, but I felt the body of the wide bottle open me up. As much as I wanted it, it was just too painful. “Out…” I asked. He started to back it out but something I can only describe as a wave of nastiness took me by surprise and I heard myself saying, “What are you doing, I said stick that big cock in me!” I braced myself and spread my legs further. He pushed harder and I felt him regain lost ground and then stretch me deeper. “Fuck!” I said, and whimpered a bit. He started to pull it out. For some reason I glanced at the screen and saw the woman with the strapon slamming balls deep over and over again as the chick with the huge tits (like mine) had her melons shaken back and forth. I noticed Glenn looking at the screen too. I bit back my pain and looked calmly over my shoulder at him. Then, still looking at him, I took the biggest hit off my cigarette that I have ever taken. I blew some of it out towards him and then, with smoke filled words said, “You going to fuck me with that big cock or what? Don’t you want to see my tits shake?”At this, he snaked one arm around my waist to hold me firm as he started moving the bottle in and out. With each thrust he opened me wider and deeper. Fuck it hurt. It was only pain. What the fuck was wrong, I thought bigger was better?!? “Okay, stop!” I begged. At first he didn’t believe me and kept going. My one rule in sex is that I control it. If I’m not comfortable with something then we just aren’t going to do it (like anal sex, for example). “Stop.” I repeated. Misunderstanding my sincerity to be a mock protest, he shoved the huge bottle deeper. Pain ripped through my body. In reflex, I kicked back at him and caught him square in the face. As he moved back the bottle was ejected and the pain subsided. But there was another feeling that was also immediate: emptiness. Something naughty in me wanted that filled again. But the memory of the pain was just too much. All this happened in the instant before I said, “Shit, Glenn, I’m sorry.” “Fuck!” he said, “that was so fucking hot!” He wasn’t even thinking about getting kicked in the face. He was only thinking about how hot what we were doing was.“Give me that big cock” I said in my most slutty voice, “your big cock” I said, nodding to the hard, but not now as big as I once thought it to be, dick that was hard and pointing skyward. He moved up behind me and stuck it in. It filled me as always, but now there was a space that had never been there before. We both came pretty quickly and then went to bed (since we both had to work in the morning).I couldn’t stop thinking about that bottle. The next day Glenn suggested that we throw a party for our work colleagues. He said he had already called and arranged for an open bar to be catered. I had never drunk alcohol due to a strict religious up bringing. But, after the pot, my new life left me now wanting to experience it. The very thought of it was a big turn on.I invited everyone at the Chiro office to our planned cookout that Saturday. They all said that they were happy to come. That Friday at the end of the day the pot bag arrived and I cleaned it again (he really liked the way I cleaned the pot-guess it was my college experience: my roommate had been very fussy about her pot and so taught me well!). I cleaned the pot again and we all “smoked up” as they say. This time I felt even more of a rush and my body felt even more alive. Once again the office manager and the doc ended up in his office. I found myself sitting at a computer with the other assistant beside me. We were supposed to be working, but our focus kept zeroing in on the sounds coming from the office. “Do they know that we can hear them?” I asked her. She just looked at the office. I was getting horny just from being high, but the sex noises coming from the office were making it much worse. This time we could hear the office manager as well and they were obviously going at it. My pussy was tingling and my nipples were hard. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the other girl, let’s call her Pam, was looking at my breasts. After the girl-on-girl porn the other night my sexual appetite seemed to have expanded (or it was the pot), but I found myself yawning and stretching my elbows up and backwards – which of course made my huge tits thrust forward and my rock hard nipples even more obvious.Again out of the corner of my eye, I saw her squeeze her legs together several times. Then she surprised me by asking if I wanted to take another hit off the bong with her. As I did her eyes were glued to my chest as I over expanded when I sucked in the smoke; artificially hyper-extending my rack forward yet again. I was really enjoying turning Pam on – but I was getting turned on too. But I didn’t know what to do about it. Pam solved my dilemma as she wheeled her chair forward to take the smoldering bong for her hit. She rolled forward so that one of her legs ended up against my chair seat, but between my legs. It ended snug against my left leg – but she didn’t readjust away after she took the bong. Instead, she left it there as she inhaled the pungent smoke and coughed. As she coughed, she exaggerated her accompanying body movement so that her leg rubbed back and forth on mine. After a moment’s fantasy about it played out in my stoned brain, I slid down in my chair and threw my head back. “Wow! I love this…” I said. My move ended me up with my arms behind me so that my chest was made extra prominent; and my crotch ended up firmly pressed against her knee. With both relaxed and pretended nothing was going on…“Are those natural?” she suddenly asked. We both knew exactly what she meant, which was, “Nice tits!”…”Oh, yes” I lied, “Aren’t they nice?” “They are amazing…” she replied. Then I surprised both of us by offering “Do you want to touch them?”. My unexpected boldness really turned me on. Where was this coming from? The pot, or my new big tits? “What??” she said. Keeping my crotch firmly in contact with her knee, I came upright, and then leaned forward so that our tits were nearly touching. “Don’t you want to?” I taunted. Her eyes were glued on them. Then came the biggest surprise of all (to the both of us) when I lifted up my shirt, peeling my bra up with it. And there they were. Stunned, her hands reached for my rack with a thoughtless hypnotized-like stare. Her hands were warm and soft, and I ground my crotch against her knee in an automatic response. Sensing the power I had over her, I said simply “Suck them”. She looked into my eyes finally, completely overwhelmed. Driven by my now raging horniness and fueled by the pot and last nights girl porn, I found myself empowered to reach out and pull her mouth onto my 48 double D left breast. Her mouth opened as she accepted the nipple and started to suck. Then she reached up and started kneading both of my tits, but I grabbed gebze escort one of her hands and placed it on my crotch. What was I doing!?? I couldn’t believe this was me! But Oh, God, did I love it. Both the feelings and the power. Then I stood up (letting my tits swing low enough for her to keep at them), undid my pants, and let them drop to the floor with my underwear. Taking her with me, I backed up and sat on the desk beneath the counter. As I positioned my pussy on the edge of the desk I simultaneously brought her head forward and between my legs – just as I had brought her onto my tits. I held her there as she licked me eagerly, and with no small skill, I must say. I came at least twice before I opened my eyes to see the doctor and the manager watching from the hall just outside his office. The doctor just said, “Holy shit”, and the manager giggled, but neither looked away. This really tapped my exhibitionist nature that I mentioned at the beginning, so my only response to getting caught was to let go of Pam’s head, lean back against the counter and massage my huge tits for them. I waiting anxiously for them to join us in realization of some of the fantasies I had watched on X-Hamster on my own; but, when I opened my eyes after several powerful orgasms (thinking I would invite them over with my new-found confidence), they were no where to be seen.I eased Pam’s fingers out of me. Should looked in longing at fulfilling my next demand. I knew that she would do anything. I looked around for inspiration and grabbed a banana out of the fruit bowl. I handed it to her and told her to take care of herself. I massaged my massive tits just above her as she did. After coming several times, she asked if I was hungry. After sever Dunk’n Donut’s chocolate éclairs, I was headed back home. What a mind fuck that had been – and it wasn’t just Pam who had been mind fucked. What happened to me?I woke up the next morning wrestling with both embarrassment and horniness upon recalling everything that had happened. Glenn was totally clueless. I told him that something came up yesterday and that I wasn’t sure who would be coming from my office. Pam was the first to show up. Jerry and Susan (let’s call them that) arrived about 15 minutes later and within just a few minutes of each other. After a few drinks I found that smoking was a pure pleasure. We were all sitting around our large patio table while Glenn was barbequing the chicken and ribs. Suddenly Jerry produced the bong and set it on the table (where had that come from!?). As if it were the most natural thing in the world, he filled it, lit it up and took a hit. He passed it and it started moving around the table. He put a small mints-tin in the middle of the table with cleaned bud in it for refills. I glanced at Glenn and he just smiled and nodded. I didn’t know if he was conveying “Hey”, or “It’s okay, take a hit”. I choose both options and filled my lungs with it made its way over to me. Everyone was really loose and talking up a storm. Chicken and ribs appeared as if by magic and we were all munching up a storm. I remember seeing Glenn take a hit off the bong at some point. Pam kept staring at my big rack and wriggling in her chair. I smiled at her occasionally, but did nothing to encourage her. Though fantasies were racing around in my head, nothing sexual happened and at around 10pm everyone was gone. We had passed the bong around one more time just before, so I was not only stoned, but drunk for the first time in my life. The alcohol turned out to be a kicker to the horniness caused by the pot and I was ravenous. So was Glenn. Without saying a word we both ended up in front of the computer. This time, instead of clicking on a category in X-Hamster, I saw him type in “white wife”. “Oh my God…” I said involuntarily as I saw the size of the dicks that were being forced into these white women – or “wifes” I guess…“Do you like what you see?” Glenn asked as he knocked his shoulder into mine. “They’re so fucking big…” I replied. “Would you fuck a big black cock for me?” he followed. “They’d never fit” I said, before I realized he was holding the bottle up from a few nights ago. It wasn’t nearly as big as most the dicks on the video thumbnails, but it would do. Through my drunken, high haze my pussy was humming and I said “Yes, I’ll fuck a big black cock for you baby” He clicked on one of the videos featuring the largest black dick we had seen. As it started playing we followed along. He held the bottle at his crotch and I knelt down and gave him head until the girl in the video straddled the guy and started lowering herself onto the massive black cock. I stripped out of my tight t-shirt and bra and my huge rack jiggled uncontrollably as I tried to straddle Glenn. I finally found my balance and aim and I started to lower myself onto the bottle. I felt myself stretching as before, but the pain wasn’t nearly as bad. “Fuck my big black cock you slut”, Glenn taunted. “Give me your big black cock…make me your slut” I replied. We exchanged this dialogue as I continued to lower myself onto the bottle. My breath was coming hard and fast, and in less than a minute so was I. It still hurt, but the pleasure was massive as the huge bottle pushed its way into my very tight little pussy. I felt the top hit my cervix but I was less than half way down the bottle (the girl on the vid was having trouble too, but at least she had gotten the whole thing inside of her). “Oh, God, your black cock is so fucking big!” I moaned as I came again. “Fuck my big black cock” he urged. So I did. I moved back up the bottle and felt the gaping space left as it retreated out of me, then I felt myself stretch and be filled as I lowered myself back onto it. I came again. Hard. “Fuck!” I cried. I kept repeating the movement – gradually going faster and faster. Little by little I was able to take more and more of the bottle. As I came and came I coated the bottle. I woke up sometime before morning. Glenn was passed out beside me and the bottle was laying on the floor. The site was still up on the computer, but the video had played out. I replayed the whole thing in my mind as I jiggled my clit and came hard several more times. But in the middle of a great orgasm I wretched and threw up all over the floor. I crawled to the bathroom and spend what seemed like hours over the bowl. Every time I tried to head for bed, I’d feel myself starting to throw up and would rush back to the bowl.The next day, we were both nursing awful hangovers. In the afternoon Glenn went out and I took a very long and very hot bath. We ate a light dinner, but there was some booze left over from the party and we started hitting it. It was my first experience of alcohol without being high. It didn’t like it as much because it made me feel more numb – but I still got really horny. Before I knew it we were in front of the computer looking at more impossibly large black cocks forcing their way into white women. Without looking I reached my hand over to Glenn’s crotch. The bulge I landed on was massive! I looked down and saw the outline of a cock that stretched nearly half way down his trouser leg!! “What the fuck!? Glenn…” I stammered. Then I watched him open his trousers, stand up and drop them and his boxers to the floor. Strapped on to my lily white husband was a massive black cock. One that rivaled many we had been watching. I knew it wasn’t real, but I wanted it more than I had ever wanted any man inside me.I knelt before my husband and did everything to that huge black cock. Finally my husband threw me roughly onto the bed, landing me on my back. Then he asked me if I was ready for his big black cock. In answer I spread my legs and pulled him down and onto me. There was no neck to slide in me before the girth of the bottle, this time the first thing I felt was the huge head of his massive strap on. He pushed it against me. I could feel the pressure, but I just couldn’t open wide enough to let it in; almost, but not quite. Then he reached between his leg to give his “cock” the added support it needed. He shoved steadily as I stretched. It hurt, but again not as much as the bottle had. I kept stretching and then I felt the head gradually widening its way past the entrance and into my pussy. It filled me like the bottle, but beyond that – and I started coming. I could feel the ridges and veins on it as he kept pushing and I came again. It was so big that it pulled my clit onto it and I could feel it sliding across my little girl and I came again. Then Glenn was moving it in and out of me and pushing it further and further in. I came and came. Then I felt Glenn’s full weight on me. He had passed out! I was pissed! This was the most amazing fuck of my life and my husband just passed out. I remember thinking “Fuck him!” So I grabbed his ass and jerked it towards me. I felt the huge strap on plough its way deep into to me. In this way I fucked myself into several more orgasms. When I’d had enough, I used my feet to push Glenn off of me and then wiggled out from under him.The next day my pussy was soooo sore! It was the first thing I felt when I woke up! I knew that I had been thoroughly and righteously fucked, even if it was with a strap on. Glenn made me a great breakfast and we hung out together (with had both taken this Monday off). After breakfast we had coffee and Glenn took me up to the bedroom and gave me a killer full-body massage. I was totally naked and my big tits squished out to each side under my body weight. As my body relaxed I could feel my pussy more and more. As I lay there under my husband’s expert ministrations, I replayed the last couple of months over and over in my head. I could feel myself getting wet. When Glenn finished he disappeared and let me have my “centering” time. When he got back he handed me a glass of tomato juice with ice in it. I sat up and took a nice swallow. The alcohol rushed over me. As he often does, my husband had read my mind: I was longing to extend this erotic weekend yet another day. Reading my next desire, he revealed a newly opened, fresh pack of cigarettes. I lit up and exhaled deeply. God I love smoking when I was drinking!So there I sat: an average girl spending some time with her average husband on an average Monday. My average legs were hanging over my hubby’s average portable massage table, in our average house in an average Westchester neighbourhood. But you wouldn’t have noticed any of this I promise you! All you would have seen was my huge rack, the drink in my hand and the cigarette smoke streaming from my lips. Yeah baby, my new tits had changed everything. The nicotine buzz hit me and combined with the alcohol to start my pussy tingling. I was getting horny again fast! When I finished my drink and cigarette, my husband suggested we hit the mall for some shopping and then some lunch. Sounded perfect to me!As we drove to the mall together I was thinking of our parking lot trysts and this made me even hornier. I was thinking about sex as much as I imagine that men do. How could I not?? My bodacious tits were with me where ever I went – and they turned everybody’s head. Even as I walked into the mall in my faded blue jeans, black studded pumps, my rack stretched my old titty’s favorite Metallica t-shirt out impossibly, my 48 double D’s lifted the front up enough to expose my taut tummy and tiny waist. Yeah, everybody looked – wouldn’t you? Plus my newly stretched pussy was humming and I was feeling very, very naughty (and powerful) as I smoked my cigarette did my head-turning walk to the mall doors.We shopped for a couple hours and I noticed Glenn kept looking at his watch. I assumed that he was waiting for the food court to open. I was getting hungry and we heading there with perfect timing. We both got Chinese and grabbed a seat. Since it was a holiday Monday (President’s Day, I think), the mall was packed; so it didn’t seem completely out of place when I heard a nicely deep and husky voice ask if we minded if he joined us. Glenn said sure (my mouth was full), and when I looked up I saw a handsome black man had joined us. “Hi, my name is Ray” he said and extended his hand to Glenn. Then he shook my hand and I marveled at the way it disappeared inside his. His hands and fingers were huge and thick. We ate and talked. Ray had his own construction business and had lived here for the past 11 years, but he did most of his work in the city. Of course, you know what I was thinking about after last night! I was already horny and here we were having lunch with a tall, very dark – and fairly handsome black man (who, of course, was drinking in my great tits every moment he could steal!). After eating, Ray said he needed to excuse himself to go outside and have a smoke. Glenn said that he was sure that I was dying for a cigarette too and said that we’d be happy to join him – if that was ok. He agreed. As we all stood up I couldn’t help myself from looking at Rays crotch. A huge fucking bulge ran down one leg and was straining against his jeans, which had rode up when he was sitting. He tugged his jean legs down but a slight, long, tubular bulge remained as a very erotic suggestion of the monster this guy had been blessed with!We sat on the wall smoking and I felt very relaxed. When we finished our smokes, Ray asked if he could buy us a couple of drinks. We were both happy to join him. We grabbed a table inside the sports bar and ordered rum and Cokes all around. I was loving the buzz I was getting from the drinks, and my pussy never let me forget its recent adventure. The more we talked with Ray, the more I started fantasizing ereğli escort about what had to be his very big black cock; or, rather I should say that I started fantasizing about me being intimate with Ray’s very big black cock and what might happen…. After drinks, Glenn asked if Ray wanted to join us for a matinee at the cinema in the mall. He said he’d love to. Surprisingly, Glenn positioned me between him and Ray. I’m sure if it was the booze, but not long after the movie started, and I had just put some popcorn in my mouth, I set my hand down on Ray’s leg instead of mine. I instantly felt my pussy get wet. Ray glanced over at me, our eyes met, and he smiled. But then I got the shock of my life when he whispered over to Glenn, “Hey Glenn, I think your lady likes what she sees.” As Glenn head turned to us, Ray raised the popcorn box so that Glenn could clearly see my hand on Ray’s leg!! Before I could panic and yank it away, I heard Glenn say, “Yeah, I knew she would.” Then, as Glenn was watching, Ray covered my hand with his and slid it over and onto the bulge running down his jeans leg. Glenn just looked me in the eyes and smiled, then looked back up and the screen. What the fuck!??!! I looked into Ray’s eyes as my hand started feeling the heat underneath it. Then Ray started to move my hand up and down the length of it. My head was swimming and my pussy was thrilling at what was happening. When I started to move my hand of my own free will, Ray took his hand off and started munching some popcorn. Jesus Christ! Was this a massive turn on or what?! Glenn’s permissive reaction was racing all around my mind and I looked over at him. His eyes were glued on my hand! Then I noticed his other hand in his crotch. Wow! This was a total mind fuck! The second one after Pam. I did the only reaction that seemed appropriate after last night and mouthed silently “Big-black-cock” to Glenn. But his reaction sent me reeling: “All-for-you-baby”. What did this mean? Suddenly I felt a restrained jerk under my hand and I looked over at Ray, whose eyes met mine. He held them as I felt his cock growing under my touch.For some reason, the boldness I felt with Pam surged through me and I used my shoulders to “adjust” my rack towards Ray. Then I slowly ran my tongue across my top lip. My forwardness shot electricity straight to my already soaked pussy. And it was all the signal that Ray needed. He reached down, took my hand, and stood up, raising me with him. Then he started out the other side of the aisle away from Glenn, who stood up and started to follow. My tiny hand felt so small in his. Before we exited the theatre, he stopped me in the dark corner just before the doors. There he crushed me against him and kissed me deeply. I nearly lost my shit. His big mouth completely consumed mine and one of his large hands was pushing my hips hard against him. I could feel the heat of his huge black cock through his jeans against the part of my tummy that was exposed beneath my t-shirt. He very purposefully gyrated my rack against his massive chest as his tongue ravaged my mouth, which I willingly surrendered to him. I was still buzzing from the rum and Coke, and it only lasted a moment, but God! It was so fucking hot!! Then he turned, and pulled me by the hand out the door. I looked back to see Glenn following closely. Then, as he passed us, Glenn said, “Why don’t we take my ride – then we can all stay together.” “All good with me, man”, came Ray’s deep baritone answer. “I just need to grab a bag out of the back”. Ray’s car was on the way to our’s, so this only took a sec. At our car, Glenn surprised me by asking Ray if he wouldn’t mind driving. I thought this was very strange, but Ray responded with a “No problem”. I was going to get in back, but Glenn motioned me to ride shotgun with a wink and a smile.The mall was just off the highway, and once we got on it, Ray turned his head towards the back seat, “You got one hot wife here buddy – and the rack is killer!” he said to Glenn. “Ah, thanks, but you two can feel free to just kinda forget I’m here” Glenn answered. All this was happening a bit too fast for my buzzed mind to process. “Can you grab that bong out of my bag – and there a small plastic bag with some prime smoke in a leather pouch” Ray asked Glenn. Before I knew it I smelt what was quickly becoming my favorite smell, and Glenn was passing the bong up between the seats. Ray took it and passed it to me “Ladies first”, he said. I took a full hit before passing it to Ray. “Do you mind?” I asked as I took my cigarettes out of my purse. “Hell no, girl!” he replied with a small smile. As I lit up, he continued with, “There is one thing that you can do for me though…” “Sure” I replied, exhaling a big cloud of smoke. “Your hot little hands made it awfully cramped in these jeans, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind freeing me up a bit while I drive.” I looked back quickly at Glenn, who was grinning ear to ear and videoing with his cell phone at the same time. He just nodded his head (and the phone) several times. Glenn and I regularly videoed our sex sessions because it really revved up the exhibitionist in me and was a big turn on. That he was videoing now, and planned to video what ever happened next, blew my mind and set me on fire all at the same time. “It’d be my pleasure”, I replied to Ray, “But first, I’m a bit cramped myself – I hope you don’t mind” I said as I fixed a pair of very naughty eyes onto Glenn’s phone. Then I pulled my shirt and bra off at the same time (as I had done with Pam) and my huge tits bounced free. Ray’s eyes bulged, and he swerved a bit, but kept things under control. “God damn, girl! Those gotta be the hottest tits I’ve ever seen” Ray exclaimed with a whistle. “Thanks, baby” I replied, “But now I better help you out” I said as I leaned over to open his trousers. My tits were pressing hard on the arm he had on the wheel as I undid his belt, opened his pants, and undid the zipper. I started to reach in his pants, “Whoa, you think I’m some little dick white boy girl?” he interrupted, “I promise you that you ain’t never going to get it out that way. You gotta pull everything down and off” he finished. So I did.Glen was videoing by leaning over the seat and had turned the dome light on. The pot hit me just as I was pulling down Ray’s jeans. It took some doing, and I was breathing hard(er) and fully high when Ray’s huge black cock finally came free. My eyes widened and I said “Holy shit!”. Then I looked right into Glenn’s phone and repeated: “Holy shit!” “Holy shit!” Glenn agreed from the back seat. “Yeah, I get that a lot” Ray commented. Ray’s chocolate black cock stood straight up to the half way point of the steering wheel, and it sure as fuck was thicker than either the bottle or the strap on – in fact, it was bigger than any we had seen so far on X-Hamster. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and grabbing it as my head marinated in a potent mixture of alcohol and marijuana. Then Ray did to me exactly what I had done to Pam: without saying another word, he reached a hand behind my head and pulled my mouth down onto his crotch. I did my best, but it took a bit to even get all of the tennis ball sized head in my mouth. “Do you like sucking that big black cock?” I heard Glenn say. “Mmmmmmmmmm” I hummed in response. I lifted my head up to breathe and left a sloppy link of spit between my mouth and Ray’s huge cock. “Ugh, sorry” I said to Ray. “Nah, babe, I don’t mind sloppy at all” he replied. I took a huge hit off my cigarette as Ray’s hand went to one of my breasts and squeezed it yummily. God damn! This was fucking amazing! I felt like a porn star – with my huge tits and with the biggest and hardest black cock ever right beside me and all covered in my spit!I took another long satisfying drag off my cigarette as Ray’s hand went to my other tit; I thrust my chest forward and jiggled my rack as I exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke with an appreciative moan. I hadn’t noticed that we had gotten off the highway, but suddenly the car made a couple of turns and we were at a motel. Glenn got out first and opened a door to a room right in front of where we parked. Ray quickly pulled up and buttoned his jeans, and then got out. I put on my shirt braless as Ray pulled my door open. He laid me back and off the seat out the door, then, scooped me into his arms. My huge tits gyrated as he carried me effortlessly into the room and threw me onto the bed sheets. It was like it was happening to somebody else. My jeans were opened and yanked off and Ray was kneeling on the floor next to the bed. Then he grabbed my thighs and pulled me pussy first towards his huge cock. I felt a wet streak on my back and realized that I was so wet my pussy was leaving a track on the sheets!! I felt the massive head of Ray’s cock ram my pussy and stop cold – and I felt the heat of it setting my clit on fire! But there was no way this thing was ever going in me!! Then Ray grabbed his thick shaft with one hand and started smearing my wetness all over my pussy with the head of his cock. I started moaning and saying “O God! O God!” And then I came harder than I had ever come in my life.Ray scooted me forward so that gravity was pulling me off the bed towards the floor, and I was being held up almost entirely by his hugely strong black pillar of a cock. It was fucking surreal!! Then he started shaking his hip with extreme rapidity. My huge tits were jiggling in time as Ray reached a big hand down and I felt my pussy lips part and the massive head of his cock stretched me so fucking wide. Even with the alcohol numbing me it hurt, and I grabbed the bed sheets with each hand as a wave of pleasure rocked me, “O fuck! I’m gonna cum baby – oh fuck YESSSSSSS!” I screamed as I came hard, even through the pain. Then he added thrust with his shakes and I felt his head forcing its way deeper and extending the stretch up and into me, “Holy fuck! Oh God yes!” I screamed as I started to come again even before the last orgasm had ended. He was literally impaling me on his huge black cock: it was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. He was so in control and I was utterly helpless – and I fucking loved it! I was so OVERfull and yet with each thrust he forced his way further in me. Then, as I was still coming he stood and pushed me onto the bed with his cock. He started long full thrusts then, withdrawing almost all the way out to let me feel totally the emptiness that was left in his wake, before slamming forward to jam it even further into me. I just keep coming. He didn’t stop when he hit my cervix. He kept thrusting deeper, elongating and stretching my tight little white pussy, as Glenn circled around capturing it all. I was moaning and screaming and coming the whole time. As the pain left I let go of the sheets and grabbed his tight black ass and started thrusting back. I don’t know how long he fucked me, but he was like a jackhammer as his muscular body pounded my poor little pussy mercilessly. He was tearing me up! My mind had burst free of time and my world consisted of one long orgasm around Ray’s huge black cock. Finally I felt a change and knew that he was about to come. There was no question of him pulling out, as I felt his hot jets surging inside of me. This started an orgasm in me to end all fucking orgasms. He screamed a deep primal scream of release as he thrust his deepest and held me there helplessly impaled. I felt cum impossibly soaking my tits, and then realized that Glenn was shooting his cum all over me. Ray held his huge black cock in me, but I didn’t feel it going limp as Glenn always did. Instead, he started fucking me again. He and Glenn took turns after Ray’s second time – they must have fucked me till at least midnight. We drank a lot more and hit the bong several times. I don’t even remember the ride home with Glenn…It has been a long time since my first big black cock. And it wasn’t till the next day when I was replaying everything in my mind and trying to make sense of it all, that I realized a lot of what happened had to have been set up by Glenn. He had left the computer sleeping on the X-Hamster site. Then he primed me by using ever-larger objects on my little white pussy. Finally, our meeting with Ray had been pre-arranged (which is why Glenn had kept looking at his watch) and he had checked into the motel room the night before – which is how we were able to go directly into the room from the car. And now I also know that when Ray told Glenn that I was a “hot wife”, it carried a double-meaning. Yes, I had been blacked by my own husband (he later admitted the whole thing!). Now I suspect that even the tits were part of his plan! Far from hating him for it, I loved him even more. He had opened up sexual horizons for me that I hadn’t even known existed…..So, that’s how I became what I now know is called a black cock slut; and I so am! I have learned a lot about the “life style” since that fateful night when my husband had arranged for me to have my first black cock. And I still love my husband’s cock. But, at least once a month Glenn arranges for us to meet what I have learned is called a “black bull” that he has prearranged everything with online. We do different things first to get comfortable with each other (and a couple of times we’ve had to back out); then we go to a hotel room out of town (we have since moved north to New Paltz) and I get my brains fucked out while Glenn films. So if you are ever watching a vid on this site about some big titted white girl getting her tight pussy stretched – it might just be me (we’ve uploaded under several different accounts; and I change my hair color each time to avoid being recognized offline in my “real” life OAnd that, guys (and ladies who might be thinking of becoming “black owned”), is one way to get your wife into big black cock. If you count the tits, it was a pretty expensive scheme; but we both look back on it as an investment that keeps paying off – month after month!!
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