A story by Piper Rai
"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked.
"Are you not? I thought we were both into it." He said, grinning sheepishly.
"I mean, I am... But I just don't want you to get hurt. I love you." I replied.
"I love you too, that's why I want this. I want you to really cum. I want you to get the fucking of your life. You deserve to be fulfilled, Allison." he said.
"Alright, it's a date then. When are we meeting him?" I asked.
"Saturday night, at that bar downtown we like." he replied.
"Puck's? Awesome, I'll need a few drinks first anyway." I laughed.
"You'll need a new dress too. He specifically requested a short red one." He said matter of factly.
"Oh? Did my new Black Daddy request anything else?" I asked in a breathy voice, trying both to get into the spirit of things and to gage his reaction.
"Yeah, he said to bring a permanent marker but he didn't say why." He said, cocking an eyebrow at me.
“Can do. Oh and Cameron?” I asked.
“Yeah baby?” He replied.
“Thank you.” I said, then I kissed him nice and deep.
The rest of the week just crawled by agonizingly. All I could think about was our date. All I could think about was the huge step we were about to take together. I couldn’t believe we were finally going to do it. Before that conversation, I’d always thought of it as a pillowtalk fantasy, something just to get us both in the mood. But Cam was serious. Cam actually wanted me to hook up with a black guy, a hung black stud. Even more than that though, Cam wanted to watch. My husband of four years wanted to watch me get fucked by a huge, black cock. I spent the rest of the week just waiting for Cam to back out, for him to be the man I married, the man who wouldn't skinny-dip on our honeymoon… But he didn't. Cam surprised me, he falter in the slightest. If anything, he seemed to be even more excited than me.
Thursday finally came, and Cam took me dress shopping. It was the first time we’d been shopping together in ages. We had a blast. While I was trying on dresses, Cam was messaging the Bull. His name was Tyrell but apparently I was to call him “Sir”, “Master” or “Daddy” at all times. I don’t know what it was, but I was extremely turned on by He was also to be obeyed by both Cam and I at all times during the date, though we were given a “safe word” to use if things went “too far” or if one of us became too uncomfortable. Something a the look in Cam's eye told me that we wouldn't need it though.
Cam took pictures of me in all the different dresses we found, and Tyrell picked the one he liked best. It was super tight, showed a lot of cleavage and even more leg. It didn’t even reach halfway down my thighs. It wasn't anything I'd ever have picked out for myself, and I loved it.
Grinning, I started toward the lingerie section intending to find something really sexy, but Cam stopped me and waved the phone scoldingly.
“Tyrell says you aren't allowed to wear anything at all under the dress.” He said his face flushing with excitement.
I faked an exasperated huff, and changed direction to the makeup aisle. Through more pictures, Tyrell picked out a shade of red lipstick for me, some very dark mascara and nail polish that matched the lipstick. Then, on the Bull's instruction, Cam sought out and purchased a bracelet with a single, small charm. It was a spade, like from a deck of cards. Tyrell said it meant something, but he’d tell me what after our date, if and only if, things went well.
On the drive home, I asked Cam to ask him what he was going to call me. I figured that if I was supposed to call him Daddy, I'd need a special name too. Tyrell said I could pick something, as long as it was filthy. He gave me a few choices, and I thought about it for a while. By the time we got home, I'd chosen ‘Slut’. It was simple, guttural and to the point, but it had a certain power to it. It sounded harsh, but strong.
Friday night, Tyrell sent us pictures of his hard cock. I was looking at them when he called my phone.
“Hey Slut.” A deep baritone emanated from my phone’s speaker.
“Hey.” I said, suddenly out of breath.
“Hey what, Slut?” He growled.
“Hey, Daddy.” I corrected.
“Put me on speaker.” He commanded.
I did as he said, no, as he commanded, and sat the phone down on the kitchen counter. Cam looked up from his phone.
“Did your husband show you the pictures I sent him?” Tyrell asked.
“Yes, Daddy.” I answered.
“You like that cock don’t you?” He asked wryly. He knew I did, I could tell.
“I did, Daddy. Your dick is so big.” I gasped.
“That’s no dick. It’s a big, black cock.” He corrected in that same growling tone.
“A big, black cock.” I whispered, my face flushing.
“You’re going to take your husband’s phone, and masturbate to those pictures.” He demanded.
I walked over to my husband, my face hot from excitement and embarrassment at the same time. All of this was just so goddamn hot. It was totally taboo, totally unlike me, totally unlike us. It had taken months of dancing around the subject before either of us had been able to admit that we were even unsatisfied with our sex life. Then, more months still before we admitted that we wanted something different. Eventually, over dinner, Cam had blurted out that he wanted to watch me fuck another man. Even then, it wasn’t until we started watching cuckolding porn together that he admitted that he wanted it to be a well endowed black man. It was incredible that he wanted the same thing I did, and so brave of him to say it aloud when I couldn’t. After that night, I think loved Cam even more. That’s when I really knew without any doubts that we were meant to be together.
Cam handed me his phone, the pictures already pulled up. He was smiling broadly too. We were so close. It was all finally happening. I slipped one hand down my pyjama pants and started on myself, staring intently on the image on the screen. I tried to imagine what it would be like to have something that massive inside me. Cam and I had bought dildos, but we had been too embarrassed to get any of the really big ones.
“I can’t hear you.” Tyrrell said in an almost sing-songy way. “Moan for me, moan for that cock.”
I did as I was bid. I dropped to my knees, pushed my fingers inside myself and moaned loudly.
“Cam, take her phone and put the camera on her. I want to watch.” Tyrell said.
Cam walked into the kitchen and came back with the phone. I looked up into the camera and bit my lip.
“That’s a good girl.” Tyrell said calmly but commandingly. “Cum for me, you little white Slut.”
I’d never been much for dirty talk, but there was something in Tyrell’s voice that made it work. Something raw and powerful that sent me over the edge. As Tyrell kept talking, kept saying filthy things to me, I worked myself to orgasm staring at the picture of his hard cock on Cam’s phone. My body shuddered, I all but flooded my pyjama pants, and my mouth let out an involuntary squeal.
“Good girl.” Tyrell said in an amused tone. “See you two tomorrow night.”
He hung up suddenly and in the post-orgasm clarity, I started to wonder what I was doing. I had just masturbated over the phone for a stranger. I was scared, terrified even, but more than anything I was excited. Something primal was awakening in me. Some deeply buried, incredibly powerful ******* that demanded I take action. Demanded I take control. Demanded I get fucked, hard. I realized in that clarity that everything up to that point in my life had followed a pattern. I’d married my high-school sweetheart. I’d moved into the suburbs. Two weeks ago, we’d looked at minivans for Christ’s sake. It was time to break out of this slump. It was time to do something very, very different. I took Cam by the hands, kissed him on his sweet lips, and we went to bed beaming.
When we arrived at the bar Saturday night, I was practically trembling. I grabbed onto Cam’s arm, but he was trembling as well. We walked in, grabbed a table in the back and ordered some drinks. Half an hour later, Tyrell walked in. He was wearing baggy blue jeans and a white v-neck muscle shirt. His arms were massive, and his pecs stood out like he’d been chiseled from stone. Even in the dim bar light, I could see the outline of that huge cock through his jeans. I bit my lip reflexively, unable to stop staring at it. He strode through the room exuding an aura of unshakable confidence. He smiled at us as he approached and it made me wet. When he reached our table, he reached out and shook Cam’s hand.
“You’re sure about this, man?” Tyrell asked with sensitive note in his rumbling voice.
“Definitely.” Cam said grinning.
Tyrell took my hand in both of his and looked deep into my eyes. His were the color of fresh brewed, lightly creamed coffee. Two swirling orbs of warm brown that I almost immediately got lost in.
“Allison?” He asked, shaking me from my stupor.
“What?” I stammered.
“I asked if you were sure.” He responded.
“God yes.” I all but shouted.
His warm, concerned smile turned devious. Those beautiful eyes seemed to darken ever so slightly. His grip on my hand tightened and he raised one eyebrow at me. Then he guided my hand down to the crotch of his pants and placed it on his throbbing cock.
“God yes, what?” He asked sternly, but still with a smile.
“God yes, sir.” I said, my face flushing.
“Good.” He growled, then he winked at me.
He helped me out of my seat, positioned it so that its back was to the rest of the bar, then sat down in it himself before pulling me into his lap. I giggled like a schoolgirl when I landed in his lap, then I gasped like a virgin when I felt his hardening cock against my thigh. He and Cam started an innocuous conversation. Sports or something, I couldn’t pay attention. Tyrell was rubbing my thigh with one of his big, strong hands and I could feel the heat radiating off of his cock through the two layers of fabric that separated it from me. My mouth was watering, and my pussy was soaked.
“I’m not sure we’re ready to have you come back to our house, if that’s okay. I can get us a hotel if you’d like.” I heard Cam say.
“A hotel could be fun.” Tyrell said, slipping his hand up my dress. “Don’t you think?”
“I like hotels.” I blurted out as his big fingers found my exposed clit.
“The little Slut’s so wet, I’m not sure we’d make it all the way there.” Tyrell said matter-of-factly. “She’d be riding my cock in the backseat before we left the parking lot.”
I my face flushed hot with embarrassment, and then even hotter as he slid two fingers inside of me. I tried to be nonchalant, I bit my lip to stifle a moan. My mind filled with images of that cock. I thought about riding it in the back seat of our sedan while Cam tried to drive us to a hotel. I looked up at my husband, his green eyes were studying my face in amazement. I could see how turned on he was too. He had to be thinking about that big, black cock hammering my tight little pussy. He and Tyrell were still talking, but I couldn’t hear anything over my own pounding heartbeat. Tyrell pressed his lips to my ear and whispered.
“Do you have the marker, Slut?” He asked in a gravelly tone.
“Yes Daddy.” I whispered back.
“Go to the bathroom and write ‘Property Of A Big Black Cock’ on one of those incredible tits, then come back.” He commanded.
I stood up, suddenly self conscious about how wet I was. I looked around the room, expecting to see everyone staring, but everyone was involved in their own conversations . I walked to the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror and pulled my dress down. I stared at myself for a long time before fishing the marker out of my purse. I had to do what he said, that was part of the game, but no one said I couldn’t go a little farther just for me.
“Take control.” I whispered to myself.
I wrote what he told me to, on my right breast just where the dress barely covered it. Then I pulled the bottom of the dress up, turned around and carefully scrawled “Filthy Slut” on my left asscheek. I looked at it in the mirror for a while smiling, then I adjusted my dress and walked back out head-held-high. When I stepped back into the bar proper, I had the overwhelming sensation that everyone knew what I was up to. It felt like everyone was staring at me, and even though I knew they weren't, I loved it. Shameless in my growing hedonism, I strode back to the table and sat back in Tyrell’s lap, wiggling my ass against his cock as I did so. Our drinks had arrived by the time I sat down, and I knocked back my vodka in one shot. I was ready. I was more ready than I had ever been for anything in my life. The waitress brought another shot and I knocked that one back too. Then I looked over at my adoring husband.
“Cam, sweetie?” I cooed.
“You ready to go, Allison?” He asked.
I pulled down the front of my dress to show him what I’d written there. I watched his eyes go wide and his jaw drop. Tyrell groped my breast, hard. I turned my head and kissed him full and deep. I turned completely to straddle him, and he pulled up my dress and squeezed my ass. I could feel the eyes of the room turning towards me. I knew that Cam was staring at what I’d written on my ass. I realized that I’d written it as much for him as I had for myself.
“Daddy, can we go to the bathroom. I can’t wait any longer.” I moaned in Tyrell’s ear.
“Cam, go to the bathroom. We’ll be right behind you.” Tyrrell said, straining to remain calm as I ground against him.
“Yeah, yeah okay.” Cam stammered, then he got up and hurried off.
I made out with Tyrell for a while longer, rocking my hips against him lewdly and moaning against his mouth. Tyrell squeezed my ass, bit my neck and I could feel his rigid member pressing up against my wet pussy through his jeans. I was making a scene, I needed to make a scene. I needed to be seen doing this, I needed to own it.
“Let’s go.” He said finally, helping me off of his lap.
Tyrell put one big hand on my ass and walked me through the bar, then we went into the bathroom.
Cam was standing inside, hands in his pockets and bouncing slightly up and down. He looked so excited it made my heart race even faster. Before he was completely through the door, Tyrell had his mouth on mine again. We brushed past Cam in a flurry of passion, Tyrell pulled my dress down, I slid my hands up his shirt and felt his taut muscles. He pressed me against the cool bathroom wall and slid a hand up my dress. I saw Cam standing behind him, one hand in his pants. Tyrell pushed his tongue into my mouth at the same time he pushed two fingers inside my wet pussy. I moaned loudly, and my hips bucked against his fingers on their own accord. Tyrell looked into the mirror and locked eyes on my husband.
“Don’t touch yourself Cam. No one said you could masturbate.” He growled.
Cam took his hand out of his pants and looked at us with a mixture of arousal and defeat. He leaned up against the sink and watched Tyrell and I make out. Tyrell could obviously tell that Cam was getting off on all of this. He pulled me off the wall and pressed my back against Cam, still kissing and fingering me. I writhed against him, and by extension against Cam. I could feel Cam’s hard cock against my ass. I slid one hand down his pants and wrapped my fingers around it. Tyrell noticed what I was doing almost immediately and pulled my hand away.
“On your knees, Slut.” He growled, that baritone sending shivers down my spine.
“Yes sir.” I cooed, dropping to my knees with a grin.
“Give me your hands.” He commanded.
“Yes Daddy, anything you say.” I said, holding my hands up to him.
Tyrell pulled off his belt, brought my hands behind my back and bound them tight.
“Cam, pull out your little white dick.” Tyrell said.
Cam unbuttoned his slacks and whipped out his dick. It was four, almost five inches in length, bright pink and dribbling with precum. I’d never seen Cam so hard before. I looked up at my husband and smiled. He was looking past me though, and when I turned my head I beheld the most beautiful sight of my life. Tyrell’s cock was magnificent. It was a cock. Long and thick, shimmering ebony. Deeply veined and with a huge flared head. It was easily twice Cam’s length, and way thicker. My jaw dropped and I gasped. Tyrell slapped it lightly against my face, and without thought I nuzzled against it, feeling it pulse against my face. The salty sweet, musky scent of him filled my senses. My head was spinning, I was intoxicated totally. I wanted nothing more than to have that incredible thing inside me. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to be filled by it. I wanted to be stretched and slammed and taken by it. I rubbed my face against it, feeling its heat. I kissed the shaft and a soft moan escaped me. I pressed my tongue against it, but then Tyrell pulled it away from me.
“No!” I shouted. “Give it back!”
“Is that how you address your Master, Slut?” Tyrell growled loudly.
“I’m sorry…” I whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “I just want it so bad.”
“Look at your husband’s dick.” He commanded.
I did as I was told, looking at the little twitchy pink thing between my husband’s legs.
“Is that what you want?” Tyrell asked calmly.
I looked up at Cam. His face showed that same intense mixture of shame and arousal. He was loving this.
“No, Daddy.” I said finally.
“You don’t want your husband’s little white dick?” He continued.
“No, Daddy, I want your big black cock.” I said, batting my eyes up at Tyrell.
“Then show me.” He said sternly. “Show me and show your husband what you chose.”
Tyrell pushed his thick tip against my lips and they parted all on their own. I sucked gingerly at first, but in moments I was lost in it again. My head was aswim with the flavors of him. The taste, the scent, the heat, the texture, the size. It was everything. I ran my tongue along the bottom of it, and bobbed my head to take him deeper. I slid my lips down him leaving a smear of red lipstick on the glistening ebony flesh. I wanted to go deeper. I had to take him deeper in me. I pushed on until I gagged. I pushed on until my eyes welled with tears. Then I pulled back and licked the dripping saliva from his shaft, tasting the salty-sweet precum and swooning. I kissed my way up and down it, then ran my tongue along the same path. It was so wide, so girthy, it was difficult to stretch my lips all the way around it at its thickest part. But I did it. I took that massive meatstick as deep as I could manage. My eyes welled with tears again, but I held fast. I felt the hot tears run down my cheeks, but I couldn’t imagine having that cock outside of me again. I thrust my mouth on him again and again, bobbing my head on that massive cock hard and fast, enjoying the sounds it was making me make. My hair fell around my face and strands stuck in the saliva around my mouth.
“Cam, what did I say about masturbating?” Tyrell asked sternly.
“Sorry, Ty.” Cam said sheepishly.
“Sorry what?” Tyrell demanded.
“Sorry, Sir.” Cam corrected.
“Keep your hands busy, hold your wife’s hair while she sucks my cock.” Tyrell demanded.
Cam obliged, holding my hair back while I gagged myself on that beautiful black rod over and over again. While I worshiped it. Streaming strands of saliva dripped down from my mouth and ran down my cleavage. I gagged again and again until I came up for air ******* and sputtering.
I looked up at Tyrell through tear-blurred eyes. He looked down at me and pressed his cock against my lips again. I didn’t need any further goading, in an instant I was sucking and slurping at it again. My hair fell back into my face and Tyrell pulled his cock away from me.
“Cam!” We both shouted in unison.
“I’m sorry.” Cam whispered. “It’s just so goddamn hot.”
“Do you really want to masturbate that badly, Cameron?” Tyrell asked.
“Yes sir.” Cam said, his hand still on his twitching little dick.
“Get in the stall. I can’t work if I have to see you doing that.” Cam commanded.
“But sir…” Cam started.
“Get in the stall, or I’ll leave.” Tyrell said sternly.
“I can’t see from in there.” Cam pleaded.
“Get in the goddamn stall, Cam!” I screamed.
Cam stepped into the stall and shut the door, and as soon as he did Tyrell pulled me up from the floor. I grunted as he turned me towards the stall, bent me at the waist and pressed my face against the door. I knew what was coming next, it was finally happening. All the waiting, all the fantasizing, all the nights of watching interracial porn with Cam. It was all leading up to this. I felt like my whole life had been leading up to this in a way. When I felt the broad, wet tip of Tyrell’s massive cock pressing against my wet folds, I knew that my life would soon be divided into two distinct periods. Before black cock, and after. Through the crack in the door, I could see Cam sitting on the toilet seat, his pants around his ankles and that little pink dick in his hand. His green eyes were wide with excitement and locked on me. Tyrell held both my bound wrists in one big hand, as his other hand guided that tremendous tip inside of me. I bit my lip in an attempt to stifle any sounds, but as his broad head stretched its way into me, I let out a low moan of pain and pleasure.
“You feel that, Slut?” Tyrell asked in a low voice. “You feel that big black cock stretching your tight little married pussy?”
“God yes.” I moaned.
“You want this big fuckin’ thing inside you?” He asked, sliding the broad head up and down, teasing me cruelly.
“Yes please! Yes, yes, yes.” I gasped.
“What do you think, Cam?” Tyrell asked almost nonchalantly. “You think it’s time to break this Slut in?”
My husband didn’t respond. His eyes studied my face, his hand still stroking his cock slowly.
“Cam, I’m not going to fuck her unless you ask me too.” Tyrell said in a serious, compassionate voice, the same one from before. “This is about you two, if this is what you want, I’m happy to oblige. If not, just say the safe word and I’m outta here.”
Cam still sat silently. His eyes roamed from my face to his own little dick and back. Then he looked up at Tyrell and stared at him for what felt like forever to me. I was rocking my hips were back against Tyrell’s huge cock, grinding its tip against my aching pussy. My body burned for him, my mind was clouded with lust. All I knew in that moment was that I needed that cock in me. I needed Tyrell to bury that huge rod deep inside me until I came screaming again and again. I needed to be filled by it, stretched by it, utterly fucking wrecked by it. Right here, right now. Right in this filthy pub bathroom while making eye contact with my masturbating husband. I needed to be a Slut.
“Tyrell…” Cam started, then he stood up and stepped close to me.
Reaching through the crack in the door, my husband stroked my face. Then he kissed me on the forehead, resumed his seat on the toilet and looked back up at my Bull.
“Fuck her, Sir.” Cam said with a smile.
“Make sure you get her face on camera.” Tyrell said. “She’ll want to see what this cock does to her later.”
Cam pulled out the phone and pointed it at my face. Seconds later, I felt that huge cock pressing hard against my burning pussy. The sensation of stretching was almost more than I could stand. As Tyrell pushed that huge fucking thing inside me, waves of pain and pleasure rolled over me in competition for dominance. At first, I didn’t think it would even fit. I wasn’t sure I could stretch enough to encompass Tyrell’s incredible girth. He took his time though, easing into me inch after agonizingly incredible inch. Soon the pain was almost completely dwarfed by the pleasure. The feeling of being full was pure *******. I moaned low and loud, my knees shook and I squeezed Tyrell’s wrist with my hands.
“It’s almost too big for her.” Tyrell said, unfastening the belt from my wrists. “Brace yourself on the door and spread those legs nice and wide.”
I did as he said, taking a wide stance and placing my hands against the door. Cam came back to the door and took one of my hands in his. I looked into his eyes and smiled. We were in this together. Suddenly, his path freed by my adjusted position, Tyrell thrust his big black cock into me. I screamed out and squeezed my husband’s hand. It was inside me completely now, there was absolutely no turning back. I was being fucked by a big black cock. I was being fucked by a big black cock in a public restroom while my white husband held my hand and watched.
Tyrell took little time finding a rhythm and within minutes my body was rocked by a massive orgasm. It was the biggest, most exhilarating orgasm of my life at that point, but it was positively dwarfed by the next two. They came one after another, like waves crashing on the shore as Tyrell pumped that black cock in me. He’d pull back, almost all the way out, before driving the full length back into me to the hilt. Tip to hilt, tip to hilt, over and over again. My mind was hazy, my vision blurred as tears of pleasure filled my eyes. I fixed my gaze straight ahead, and found myself staring at my wedding ring. I watched the diamond shimmering in the fluorescents as lightning bolts of orgasmic pleasure crackled through my whole body. Everything trembled. Tyrell was pure energy, slamming into me fast and steady, showing no signs of slowing. Every thrust seemed to transfer that energy directly into me. Every thrust was electric, and my body buzzed with it. I lost track of how many times I came in just the first few minutes. Each mind-blowing orgasm was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Each one came riding on the back of the previous, shaking my whole body and wrenching from my lungs animalistic screams of pleasure.
Tyrell pulled my hair and slapped my ass. I backed my ass up against him, timing it to meet his thrusts. Cam jacked his little dick faster and faster, trying to match Tyrell’s speed. I beat my fist against the door to the stall, I squeezed Cam’s hand hard.
“You like that, Slut?” Tyrell shouted. “Tell me you fuckin’ love it.”
“I love it! I love that big black cock!” I howled.
“Whose pussy is this?” Tyrell asked, leaning down and growling the words into my ear.
“Yours Daddy! It’s your pussy! It’s your pussy!” I half-moaned, half-screamed as another impossibly intense orgasm surged through me.
“You ready for this cum, Slut?” He asked, demanding an answer.
“Yes please.” I moaned.
“Tell me you want this cum!” He shouted, still thrusting that monster cock into me again and again.
Somewhere distant, outside of the storm of pleasure I was lost in, I heard a door open. I heard a gasp behind me, and a familiar voice said my name. I knew I should care, but I didn’t. All I cared about was the huge cock pounding my pussy.
“Allison?” The voice shouted again.
“I want that cum, Daddy!” I screamed, rocking my hips back rhythmically.
“Allison, what the hell is this?” The voice asked. “Cam, is that you in the stall?”
“Linsey?” I heard Cam shout.
Linsey was here. My best friend in the whole world was in the bathroom, watching me get plowed by a huge black cock while my husband masturbated in the stall. This was going to take some serious explaining. That train of thought was almost immediately derailed by another earthshaking orgasm and Tyrell’s voice demanding to know where I wanted him to cum. Between what had to have been my fifteenth orgasm, and Tyrell’s booming baritone, I was lost in the haze again. I took a glance over my shoulder and saw Lindsay's face, pallid from the shock of it all. Then I looked into the camera.
“I’m on the pill! I’m on the pill! I’m on the fucking pill!” I screamed, throwing my ass back at Tyrell with each exclamation.
Tyrell didn’t need to hear anything else from me. He doubled, maybe tripled in tempo, hammering into me like a pneumatic machine. I screamed and screamed, beating my fist and squeezing Cam’s hand until it went white. Then, Tyrell drove deep and held it. I felt his hot seed pour into me in torrents. The heat of it filled me. I felt it in my stomach. I felt it flooding out of me. He pulled back and away, then I felt more of it spray over my ass and back. There was just so much. When Tyrell let go of my hips, I found that I couldn’t stand of my own volition. My shaking legs simply couldn’t hold me. I dropped to the floor, sitting in a puddle of our commingling cum.
I looked over at Lindsay, her hands were over her mouth and her face had turned beet-red. She looked like she was about to either cry, or rush over to Tyrell and put his cock in her mouth. Her whole world seemed shaken to its very foundation. I looked up at Cam, he was smiling. A steady dribble of cum was leaking from the now shrinking tip of his penis. He’d cum too. The look on his face was pure bliss, I’d never seen him so happy. Then Tyrell’s thick, cum-coated cock slapped my face wetly. It was starting to lose some of its rigidity. He made eye contact with Lindsay and smiled, then looked back down to me.
“Slut? You made this mess, clean my cock off.” He ordered.
I obeyed gladly, taking it in both hands and slurping off every last drop. His cum was incredible. Salty and sweet all at once. I couldn’t get enough. I needed more of him. We were definitely going to a hotel after this, tonight couldn’t end this early. I couldn’t let it. I wasn’t satisfied yet. I sucked that huge cock more, worked my hands over it until it started to get hard again.
“Allison, what’s going on here?” Lindsay stammered, backing towards the door.
I took Tyrell’s huge cock out of my mouth and looked at my friend. I felt some of Tyrell’s cum dripping down my chin and falling between my breasts. I made a show of swallowing the cum in my mouth, then licked my lips slowly before speaking.
“This is my Bull.” I said matter-of-factly, pointing to what I’d written on my breast earlier. “And I’m his Black Cock Slut.”
“But… But Cam… Your husband…” She said slowly.
“Is our Cuck.” I said. “And if he’s a very good boy, he’ll get to watch again next time.”
“I’ll definitely be a good boy.” Cam said, grinning ear to ear.
“I don’t understand.” She said after a long silence.
“What’s to not understand?” I cooed, holding my forearm up to Tyrell’s cock, displaying it’s incredible length.
“Jesus.” She whispered.
“It feels so good.” I moaned, stroking it slowly.
“Cam, you’re okay with all this?” She asked suddenly.
“It was my idea. I want her to be happy, after all.” Cam said, stepping out of the stall and putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Jesus.” She said again, louder this time.
“Can we go to the hotel now, baby?” I asked Cam, batting my big blue eyes at him.
“Ask your Bull.” He said with a warm smile.
I stood up and took Tyrell’s hand in mine, still stroking his cock with my other hand. I looked deep into his mocha-colored eyes and made my very best pouty face.
“Can we go to a hotel, Daddy?” I begged. “I need more.”
“You’re damn right we’re going to a hotel, I’m not done with you yet.” Tyrell laughed. “Does your friend want to come too?”
“I’ll pass. Thanks.” Lindsay said sternly, shooting me a judgemental look.
There was something else in her face though, a wanting I’d seen in my own face before tonight. I walked over to her, but she stepped away from me. I adjusted my dress, wiped the cum from my chin and smiled softly.
“Just come and watch, then maybe you’ll understand.” I said, stroking that huge cock and kneading it in my hands.
Her eyes drifted to Tyrell’s cock, and widened when she saw it swelling back to life in my hands. She bit her lip subconsciously and her face flushed. She stared at it, unable to take her gaze off of its magnificence.
“Wow…” She whispered, wringing her hands together and staring hungrily at my prize.
“You should come back to the hotel with us, Lindsay.” Tyrell said sternly.
“Okay…” She said murmured, still staring in awe at it.
“Let’s go then!” I half-moaned, half-begged, looking back and forth between my Bull and my cuckolded husband.
“I’ll go get the car.” Cam said, pulling up his pants and rushing out of the bathroom.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked.
"Are you not? I thought we were both into it." He said, grinning sheepishly.
"I mean, I am... But I just don't want you to get hurt. I love you." I replied.
"I love you too, that's why I want this. I want you to really cum. I want you to get the fucking of your life. You deserve to be fulfilled, Allison." he said.
"Alright, it's a date then. When are we meeting him?" I asked.
"Saturday night, at that bar downtown we like." he replied.
"Puck's? Awesome, I'll need a few drinks first anyway." I laughed.
"You'll need a new dress too. He specifically requested a short red one." He said matter of factly.
"Oh? Did my new Black Daddy request anything else?" I asked in a breathy voice, trying both to get into the spirit of things and to gage his reaction.
"Yeah, he said to bring a permanent marker but he didn't say why." He said, cocking an eyebrow at me.
“Can do. Oh and Cameron?” I asked.
“Yeah baby?” He replied.
“Thank you.” I said, then I kissed him nice and deep.
The rest of the week just crawled by agonizingly. All I could think about was our date. All I could think about was the huge step we were about to take together. I couldn’t believe we were finally going to do it. Before that conversation, I’d always thought of it as a pillowtalk fantasy, something just to get us both in the mood. But Cam was serious. Cam actually wanted me to hook up with a black guy, a hung black stud. Even more than that though, Cam wanted to watch. My husband of four years wanted to watch me get fucked by a huge, black cock. I spent the rest of the week just waiting for Cam to back out, for him to be the man I married, the man who wouldn't skinny-dip on our honeymoon… But he didn't. Cam surprised me, he falter in the slightest. If anything, he seemed to be even more excited than me.
Thursday finally came, and Cam took me dress shopping. It was the first time we’d been shopping together in ages. We had a blast. While I was trying on dresses, Cam was messaging the Bull. His name was Tyrell but apparently I was to call him “Sir”, “Master” or “Daddy” at all times. I don’t know what it was, but I was extremely turned on by He was also to be obeyed by both Cam and I at all times during the date, though we were given a “safe word” to use if things went “too far” or if one of us became too uncomfortable. Something a the look in Cam's eye told me that we wouldn't need it though.
Cam took pictures of me in all the different dresses we found, and Tyrell picked the one he liked best. It was super tight, showed a lot of cleavage and even more leg. It didn’t even reach halfway down my thighs. It wasn't anything I'd ever have picked out for myself, and I loved it.
Grinning, I started toward the lingerie section intending to find something really sexy, but Cam stopped me and waved the phone scoldingly.
“Tyrell says you aren't allowed to wear anything at all under the dress.” He said his face flushing with excitement.
I faked an exasperated huff, and changed direction to the makeup aisle. Through more pictures, Tyrell picked out a shade of red lipstick for me, some very dark mascara and nail polish that matched the lipstick. Then, on the Bull's instruction, Cam sought out and purchased a bracelet with a single, small charm. It was a spade, like from a deck of cards. Tyrell said it meant something, but he’d tell me what after our date, if and only if, things went well.
On the drive home, I asked Cam to ask him what he was going to call me. I figured that if I was supposed to call him Daddy, I'd need a special name too. Tyrell said I could pick something, as long as it was filthy. He gave me a few choices, and I thought about it for a while. By the time we got home, I'd chosen ‘Slut’. It was simple, guttural and to the point, but it had a certain power to it. It sounded harsh, but strong.
Friday night, Tyrell sent us pictures of his hard cock. I was looking at them when he called my phone.
“Hey Slut.” A deep baritone emanated from my phone’s speaker.
“Hey.” I said, suddenly out of breath.
“Hey what, Slut?” He growled.
“Hey, Daddy.” I corrected.
“Put me on speaker.” He commanded.
I did as he said, no, as he commanded, and sat the phone down on the kitchen counter. Cam looked up from his phone.
“Did your husband show you the pictures I sent him?” Tyrell asked.
“Yes, Daddy.” I answered.
“You like that cock don’t you?” He asked wryly. He knew I did, I could tell.
“I did, Daddy. Your dick is so big.” I gasped.
“That’s no dick. It’s a big, black cock.” He corrected in that same growling tone.
“A big, black cock.” I whispered, my face flushing.
“You’re going to take your husband’s phone, and masturbate to those pictures.” He demanded.
I walked over to my husband, my face hot from excitement and embarrassment at the same time. All of this was just so goddamn hot. It was totally taboo, totally unlike me, totally unlike us. It had taken months of dancing around the subject before either of us had been able to admit that we were even unsatisfied with our sex life. Then, more months still before we admitted that we wanted something different. Eventually, over dinner, Cam had blurted out that he wanted to watch me fuck another man. Even then, it wasn’t until we started watching cuckolding porn together that he admitted that he wanted it to be a well endowed black man. It was incredible that he wanted the same thing I did, and so brave of him to say it aloud when I couldn’t. After that night, I think loved Cam even more. That’s when I really knew without any doubts that we were meant to be together.
Cam handed me his phone, the pictures already pulled up. He was smiling broadly too. We were so close. It was all finally happening. I slipped one hand down my pyjama pants and started on myself, staring intently on the image on the screen. I tried to imagine what it would be like to have something that massive inside me. Cam and I had bought dildos, but we had been too embarrassed to get any of the really big ones.
“I can’t hear you.” Tyrrell said in an almost sing-songy way. “Moan for me, moan for that cock.”
I did as I was bid. I dropped to my knees, pushed my fingers inside myself and moaned loudly.
“Cam, take her phone and put the camera on her. I want to watch.” Tyrell said.
Cam walked into the kitchen and came back with the phone. I looked up into the camera and bit my lip.
“That’s a good girl.” Tyrell said calmly but commandingly. “Cum for me, you little white Slut.”
I’d never been much for dirty talk, but there was something in Tyrell’s voice that made it work. Something raw and powerful that sent me over the edge. As Tyrell kept talking, kept saying filthy things to me, I worked myself to orgasm staring at the picture of his hard cock on Cam’s phone. My body shuddered, I all but flooded my pyjama pants, and my mouth let out an involuntary squeal.
“Good girl.” Tyrell said in an amused tone. “See you two tomorrow night.”
He hung up suddenly and in the post-orgasm clarity, I started to wonder what I was doing. I had just masturbated over the phone for a stranger. I was scared, terrified even, but more than anything I was excited. Something primal was awakening in me. Some deeply buried, incredibly powerful ******* that demanded I take action. Demanded I take control. Demanded I get fucked, hard. I realized in that clarity that everything up to that point in my life had followed a pattern. I’d married my high-school sweetheart. I’d moved into the suburbs. Two weeks ago, we’d looked at minivans for Christ’s sake. It was time to break out of this slump. It was time to do something very, very different. I took Cam by the hands, kissed him on his sweet lips, and we went to bed beaming.
When we arrived at the bar Saturday night, I was practically trembling. I grabbed onto Cam’s arm, but he was trembling as well. We walked in, grabbed a table in the back and ordered some drinks. Half an hour later, Tyrell walked in. He was wearing baggy blue jeans and a white v-neck muscle shirt. His arms were massive, and his pecs stood out like he’d been chiseled from stone. Even in the dim bar light, I could see the outline of that huge cock through his jeans. I bit my lip reflexively, unable to stop staring at it. He strode through the room exuding an aura of unshakable confidence. He smiled at us as he approached and it made me wet. When he reached our table, he reached out and shook Cam’s hand.
“You’re sure about this, man?” Tyrell asked with sensitive note in his rumbling voice.
“Definitely.” Cam said grinning.
Tyrell took my hand in both of his and looked deep into my eyes. His were the color of fresh brewed, lightly creamed coffee. Two swirling orbs of warm brown that I almost immediately got lost in.
“Allison?” He asked, shaking me from my stupor.
“What?” I stammered.
“I asked if you were sure.” He responded.
“God yes.” I all but shouted.
His warm, concerned smile turned devious. Those beautiful eyes seemed to darken ever so slightly. His grip on my hand tightened and he raised one eyebrow at me. Then he guided my hand down to the crotch of his pants and placed it on his throbbing cock.
“God yes, what?” He asked sternly, but still with a smile.
“God yes, sir.” I said, my face flushing.
“Good.” He growled, then he winked at me.
He helped me out of my seat, positioned it so that its back was to the rest of the bar, then sat down in it himself before pulling me into his lap. I giggled like a schoolgirl when I landed in his lap, then I gasped like a virgin when I felt his hardening cock against my thigh. He and Cam started an innocuous conversation. Sports or something, I couldn’t pay attention. Tyrell was rubbing my thigh with one of his big, strong hands and I could feel the heat radiating off of his cock through the two layers of fabric that separated it from me. My mouth was watering, and my pussy was soaked.
“I’m not sure we’re ready to have you come back to our house, if that’s okay. I can get us a hotel if you’d like.” I heard Cam say.
“A hotel could be fun.” Tyrell said, slipping his hand up my dress. “Don’t you think?”
“I like hotels.” I blurted out as his big fingers found my exposed clit.
“The little Slut’s so wet, I’m not sure we’d make it all the way there.” Tyrell said matter-of-factly. “She’d be riding my cock in the backseat before we left the parking lot.”
I my face flushed hot with embarrassment, and then even hotter as he slid two fingers inside of me. I tried to be nonchalant, I bit my lip to stifle a moan. My mind filled with images of that cock. I thought about riding it in the back seat of our sedan while Cam tried to drive us to a hotel. I looked up at my husband, his green eyes were studying my face in amazement. I could see how turned on he was too. He had to be thinking about that big, black cock hammering my tight little pussy. He and Tyrell were still talking, but I couldn’t hear anything over my own pounding heartbeat. Tyrell pressed his lips to my ear and whispered.
“Do you have the marker, Slut?” He asked in a gravelly tone.
“Yes Daddy.” I whispered back.
“Go to the bathroom and write ‘Property Of A Big Black Cock’ on one of those incredible tits, then come back.” He commanded.
I stood up, suddenly self conscious about how wet I was. I looked around the room, expecting to see everyone staring, but everyone was involved in their own conversations . I walked to the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror and pulled my dress down. I stared at myself for a long time before fishing the marker out of my purse. I had to do what he said, that was part of the game, but no one said I couldn’t go a little farther just for me.
“Take control.” I whispered to myself.
I wrote what he told me to, on my right breast just where the dress barely covered it. Then I pulled the bottom of the dress up, turned around and carefully scrawled “Filthy Slut” on my left asscheek. I looked at it in the mirror for a while smiling, then I adjusted my dress and walked back out head-held-high. When I stepped back into the bar proper, I had the overwhelming sensation that everyone knew what I was up to. It felt like everyone was staring at me, and even though I knew they weren't, I loved it. Shameless in my growing hedonism, I strode back to the table and sat back in Tyrell’s lap, wiggling my ass against his cock as I did so. Our drinks had arrived by the time I sat down, and I knocked back my vodka in one shot. I was ready. I was more ready than I had ever been for anything in my life. The waitress brought another shot and I knocked that one back too. Then I looked over at my adoring husband.
“Cam, sweetie?” I cooed.
“You ready to go, Allison?” He asked.
I pulled down the front of my dress to show him what I’d written there. I watched his eyes go wide and his jaw drop. Tyrell groped my breast, hard. I turned my head and kissed him full and deep. I turned completely to straddle him, and he pulled up my dress and squeezed my ass. I could feel the eyes of the room turning towards me. I knew that Cam was staring at what I’d written on my ass. I realized that I’d written it as much for him as I had for myself.
“Daddy, can we go to the bathroom. I can’t wait any longer.” I moaned in Tyrell’s ear.
“Cam, go to the bathroom. We’ll be right behind you.” Tyrrell said, straining to remain calm as I ground against him.
“Yeah, yeah okay.” Cam stammered, then he got up and hurried off.
I made out with Tyrell for a while longer, rocking my hips against him lewdly and moaning against his mouth. Tyrell squeezed my ass, bit my neck and I could feel his rigid member pressing up against my wet pussy through his jeans. I was making a scene, I needed to make a scene. I needed to be seen doing this, I needed to own it.
“Let’s go.” He said finally, helping me off of his lap.
Tyrell put one big hand on my ass and walked me through the bar, then we went into the bathroom.
Cam was standing inside, hands in his pockets and bouncing slightly up and down. He looked so excited it made my heart race even faster. Before he was completely through the door, Tyrell had his mouth on mine again. We brushed past Cam in a flurry of passion, Tyrell pulled my dress down, I slid my hands up his shirt and felt his taut muscles. He pressed me against the cool bathroom wall and slid a hand up my dress. I saw Cam standing behind him, one hand in his pants. Tyrell pushed his tongue into my mouth at the same time he pushed two fingers inside my wet pussy. I moaned loudly, and my hips bucked against his fingers on their own accord. Tyrell looked into the mirror and locked eyes on my husband.
“Don’t touch yourself Cam. No one said you could masturbate.” He growled.
Cam took his hand out of his pants and looked at us with a mixture of arousal and defeat. He leaned up against the sink and watched Tyrell and I make out. Tyrell could obviously tell that Cam was getting off on all of this. He pulled me off the wall and pressed my back against Cam, still kissing and fingering me. I writhed against him, and by extension against Cam. I could feel Cam’s hard cock against my ass. I slid one hand down his pants and wrapped my fingers around it. Tyrell noticed what I was doing almost immediately and pulled my hand away.
“On your knees, Slut.” He growled, that baritone sending shivers down my spine.
“Yes sir.” I cooed, dropping to my knees with a grin.
“Give me your hands.” He commanded.
“Yes Daddy, anything you say.” I said, holding my hands up to him.
Tyrell pulled off his belt, brought my hands behind my back and bound them tight.
“Cam, pull out your little white dick.” Tyrell said.
Cam unbuttoned his slacks and whipped out his dick. It was four, almost five inches in length, bright pink and dribbling with precum. I’d never seen Cam so hard before. I looked up at my husband and smiled. He was looking past me though, and when I turned my head I beheld the most beautiful sight of my life. Tyrell’s cock was magnificent. It was a cock. Long and thick, shimmering ebony. Deeply veined and with a huge flared head. It was easily twice Cam’s length, and way thicker. My jaw dropped and I gasped. Tyrell slapped it lightly against my face, and without thought I nuzzled against it, feeling it pulse against my face. The salty sweet, musky scent of him filled my senses. My head was spinning, I was intoxicated totally. I wanted nothing more than to have that incredible thing inside me. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to be filled by it. I wanted to be stretched and slammed and taken by it. I rubbed my face against it, feeling its heat. I kissed the shaft and a soft moan escaped me. I pressed my tongue against it, but then Tyrell pulled it away from me.
“No!” I shouted. “Give it back!”
“Is that how you address your Master, Slut?” Tyrell growled loudly.
“I’m sorry…” I whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “I just want it so bad.”
“Look at your husband’s dick.” He commanded.
I did as I was told, looking at the little twitchy pink thing between my husband’s legs.
“Is that what you want?” Tyrell asked calmly.
I looked up at Cam. His face showed that same intense mixture of shame and arousal. He was loving this.
“No, Daddy.” I said finally.
“You don’t want your husband’s little white dick?” He continued.
“No, Daddy, I want your big black cock.” I said, batting my eyes up at Tyrell.
“Then show me.” He said sternly. “Show me and show your husband what you chose.”
Tyrell pushed his thick tip against my lips and they parted all on their own. I sucked gingerly at first, but in moments I was lost in it again. My head was aswim with the flavors of him. The taste, the scent, the heat, the texture, the size. It was everything. I ran my tongue along the bottom of it, and bobbed my head to take him deeper. I slid my lips down him leaving a smear of red lipstick on the glistening ebony flesh. I wanted to go deeper. I had to take him deeper in me. I pushed on until I gagged. I pushed on until my eyes welled with tears. Then I pulled back and licked the dripping saliva from his shaft, tasting the salty-sweet precum and swooning. I kissed my way up and down it, then ran my tongue along the same path. It was so wide, so girthy, it was difficult to stretch my lips all the way around it at its thickest part. But I did it. I took that massive meatstick as deep as I could manage. My eyes welled with tears again, but I held fast. I felt the hot tears run down my cheeks, but I couldn’t imagine having that cock outside of me again. I thrust my mouth on him again and again, bobbing my head on that massive cock hard and fast, enjoying the sounds it was making me make. My hair fell around my face and strands stuck in the saliva around my mouth.
“Cam, what did I say about masturbating?” Tyrell asked sternly.
“Sorry, Ty.” Cam said sheepishly.
“Sorry what?” Tyrell demanded.
“Sorry, Sir.” Cam corrected.
“Keep your hands busy, hold your wife’s hair while she sucks my cock.” Tyrell demanded.
Cam obliged, holding my hair back while I gagged myself on that beautiful black rod over and over again. While I worshiped it. Streaming strands of saliva dripped down from my mouth and ran down my cleavage. I gagged again and again until I came up for air ******* and sputtering.
I looked up at Tyrell through tear-blurred eyes. He looked down at me and pressed his cock against my lips again. I didn’t need any further goading, in an instant I was sucking and slurping at it again. My hair fell back into my face and Tyrell pulled his cock away from me.
“Cam!” We both shouted in unison.
“I’m sorry.” Cam whispered. “It’s just so goddamn hot.”
“Do you really want to masturbate that badly, Cameron?” Tyrell asked.
“Yes sir.” Cam said, his hand still on his twitching little dick.
“Get in the stall. I can’t work if I have to see you doing that.” Cam commanded.
“But sir…” Cam started.
“Get in the stall, or I’ll leave.” Tyrell said sternly.
“I can’t see from in there.” Cam pleaded.
“Get in the goddamn stall, Cam!” I screamed.
Cam stepped into the stall and shut the door, and as soon as he did Tyrell pulled me up from the floor. I grunted as he turned me towards the stall, bent me at the waist and pressed my face against the door. I knew what was coming next, it was finally happening. All the waiting, all the fantasizing, all the nights of watching interracial porn with Cam. It was all leading up to this. I felt like my whole life had been leading up to this in a way. When I felt the broad, wet tip of Tyrell’s massive cock pressing against my wet folds, I knew that my life would soon be divided into two distinct periods. Before black cock, and after. Through the crack in the door, I could see Cam sitting on the toilet seat, his pants around his ankles and that little pink dick in his hand. His green eyes were wide with excitement and locked on me. Tyrell held both my bound wrists in one big hand, as his other hand guided that tremendous tip inside of me. I bit my lip in an attempt to stifle any sounds, but as his broad head stretched its way into me, I let out a low moan of pain and pleasure.
“You feel that, Slut?” Tyrell asked in a low voice. “You feel that big black cock stretching your tight little married pussy?”
“God yes.” I moaned.
“You want this big fuckin’ thing inside you?” He asked, sliding the broad head up and down, teasing me cruelly.
“Yes please! Yes, yes, yes.” I gasped.
“What do you think, Cam?” Tyrell asked almost nonchalantly. “You think it’s time to break this Slut in?”
My husband didn’t respond. His eyes studied my face, his hand still stroking his cock slowly.
“Cam, I’m not going to fuck her unless you ask me too.” Tyrell said in a serious, compassionate voice, the same one from before. “This is about you two, if this is what you want, I’m happy to oblige. If not, just say the safe word and I’m outta here.”
Cam still sat silently. His eyes roamed from my face to his own little dick and back. Then he looked up at Tyrell and stared at him for what felt like forever to me. I was rocking my hips were back against Tyrell’s huge cock, grinding its tip against my aching pussy. My body burned for him, my mind was clouded with lust. All I knew in that moment was that I needed that cock in me. I needed Tyrell to bury that huge rod deep inside me until I came screaming again and again. I needed to be filled by it, stretched by it, utterly fucking wrecked by it. Right here, right now. Right in this filthy pub bathroom while making eye contact with my masturbating husband. I needed to be a Slut.
“Tyrell…” Cam started, then he stood up and stepped close to me.
Reaching through the crack in the door, my husband stroked my face. Then he kissed me on the forehead, resumed his seat on the toilet and looked back up at my Bull.
“Fuck her, Sir.” Cam said with a smile.
“Make sure you get her face on camera.” Tyrell said. “She’ll want to see what this cock does to her later.”
Cam pulled out the phone and pointed it at my face. Seconds later, I felt that huge cock pressing hard against my burning pussy. The sensation of stretching was almost more than I could stand. As Tyrell pushed that huge fucking thing inside me, waves of pain and pleasure rolled over me in competition for dominance. At first, I didn’t think it would even fit. I wasn’t sure I could stretch enough to encompass Tyrell’s incredible girth. He took his time though, easing into me inch after agonizingly incredible inch. Soon the pain was almost completely dwarfed by the pleasure. The feeling of being full was pure *******. I moaned low and loud, my knees shook and I squeezed Tyrell’s wrist with my hands.
“It’s almost too big for her.” Tyrell said, unfastening the belt from my wrists. “Brace yourself on the door and spread those legs nice and wide.”
I did as he said, taking a wide stance and placing my hands against the door. Cam came back to the door and took one of my hands in his. I looked into his eyes and smiled. We were in this together. Suddenly, his path freed by my adjusted position, Tyrell thrust his big black cock into me. I screamed out and squeezed my husband’s hand. It was inside me completely now, there was absolutely no turning back. I was being fucked by a big black cock. I was being fucked by a big black cock in a public restroom while my white husband held my hand and watched.
Tyrell took little time finding a rhythm and within minutes my body was rocked by a massive orgasm. It was the biggest, most exhilarating orgasm of my life at that point, but it was positively dwarfed by the next two. They came one after another, like waves crashing on the shore as Tyrell pumped that black cock in me. He’d pull back, almost all the way out, before driving the full length back into me to the hilt. Tip to hilt, tip to hilt, over and over again. My mind was hazy, my vision blurred as tears of pleasure filled my eyes. I fixed my gaze straight ahead, and found myself staring at my wedding ring. I watched the diamond shimmering in the fluorescents as lightning bolts of orgasmic pleasure crackled through my whole body. Everything trembled. Tyrell was pure energy, slamming into me fast and steady, showing no signs of slowing. Every thrust seemed to transfer that energy directly into me. Every thrust was electric, and my body buzzed with it. I lost track of how many times I came in just the first few minutes. Each mind-blowing orgasm was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Each one came riding on the back of the previous, shaking my whole body and wrenching from my lungs animalistic screams of pleasure.
Tyrell pulled my hair and slapped my ass. I backed my ass up against him, timing it to meet his thrusts. Cam jacked his little dick faster and faster, trying to match Tyrell’s speed. I beat my fist against the door to the stall, I squeezed Cam’s hand hard.
“You like that, Slut?” Tyrell shouted. “Tell me you fuckin’ love it.”
“I love it! I love that big black cock!” I howled.
“Whose pussy is this?” Tyrell asked, leaning down and growling the words into my ear.
“Yours Daddy! It’s your pussy! It’s your pussy!” I half-moaned, half-screamed as another impossibly intense orgasm surged through me.
“You ready for this cum, Slut?” He asked, demanding an answer.
“Yes please.” I moaned.
“Tell me you want this cum!” He shouted, still thrusting that monster cock into me again and again.
Somewhere distant, outside of the storm of pleasure I was lost in, I heard a door open. I heard a gasp behind me, and a familiar voice said my name. I knew I should care, but I didn’t. All I cared about was the huge cock pounding my pussy.
“Allison?” The voice shouted again.
“I want that cum, Daddy!” I screamed, rocking my hips back rhythmically.
“Allison, what the hell is this?” The voice asked. “Cam, is that you in the stall?”
“Linsey?” I heard Cam shout.
Linsey was here. My best friend in the whole world was in the bathroom, watching me get plowed by a huge black cock while my husband masturbated in the stall. This was going to take some serious explaining. That train of thought was almost immediately derailed by another earthshaking orgasm and Tyrell’s voice demanding to know where I wanted him to cum. Between what had to have been my fifteenth orgasm, and Tyrell’s booming baritone, I was lost in the haze again. I took a glance over my shoulder and saw Lindsay's face, pallid from the shock of it all. Then I looked into the camera.
“I’m on the pill! I’m on the pill! I’m on the fucking pill!” I screamed, throwing my ass back at Tyrell with each exclamation.
Tyrell didn’t need to hear anything else from me. He doubled, maybe tripled in tempo, hammering into me like a pneumatic machine. I screamed and screamed, beating my fist and squeezing Cam’s hand until it went white. Then, Tyrell drove deep and held it. I felt his hot seed pour into me in torrents. The heat of it filled me. I felt it in my stomach. I felt it flooding out of me. He pulled back and away, then I felt more of it spray over my ass and back. There was just so much. When Tyrell let go of my hips, I found that I couldn’t stand of my own volition. My shaking legs simply couldn’t hold me. I dropped to the floor, sitting in a puddle of our commingling cum.
I looked over at Lindsay, her hands were over her mouth and her face had turned beet-red. She looked like she was about to either cry, or rush over to Tyrell and put his cock in her mouth. Her whole world seemed shaken to its very foundation. I looked up at Cam, he was smiling. A steady dribble of cum was leaking from the now shrinking tip of his penis. He’d cum too. The look on his face was pure bliss, I’d never seen him so happy. Then Tyrell’s thick, cum-coated cock slapped my face wetly. It was starting to lose some of its rigidity. He made eye contact with Lindsay and smiled, then looked back down to me.
“Slut? You made this mess, clean my cock off.” He ordered.
I obeyed gladly, taking it in both hands and slurping off every last drop. His cum was incredible. Salty and sweet all at once. I couldn’t get enough. I needed more of him. We were definitely going to a hotel after this, tonight couldn’t end this early. I couldn’t let it. I wasn’t satisfied yet. I sucked that huge cock more, worked my hands over it until it started to get hard again.
“Allison, what’s going on here?” Lindsay stammered, backing towards the door.
I took Tyrell’s huge cock out of my mouth and looked at my friend. I felt some of Tyrell’s cum dripping down my chin and falling between my breasts. I made a show of swallowing the cum in my mouth, then licked my lips slowly before speaking.
“This is my Bull.” I said matter-of-factly, pointing to what I’d written on my breast earlier. “And I’m his Black Cock Slut.”
“But… But Cam… Your husband…” She said slowly.
“Is our Cuck.” I said. “And if he’s a very good boy, he’ll get to watch again next time.”
“I’ll definitely be a good boy.” Cam said, grinning ear to ear.
“I don’t understand.” She said after a long silence.
“What’s to not understand?” I cooed, holding my forearm up to Tyrell’s cock, displaying it’s incredible length.
“Jesus.” She whispered.
“It feels so good.” I moaned, stroking it slowly.
“Cam, you’re okay with all this?” She asked suddenly.
“It was my idea. I want her to be happy, after all.” Cam said, stepping out of the stall and putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Jesus.” She said again, louder this time.
“Can we go to the hotel now, baby?” I asked Cam, batting my big blue eyes at him.
“Ask your Bull.” He said with a warm smile.
I stood up and took Tyrell’s hand in mine, still stroking his cock with my other hand. I looked deep into his mocha-colored eyes and made my very best pouty face.
“Can we go to a hotel, Daddy?” I begged. “I need more.”
“You’re damn right we’re going to a hotel, I’m not done with you yet.” Tyrell laughed. “Does your friend want to come too?”
“I’ll pass. Thanks.” Lindsay said sternly, shooting me a judgemental look.
There was something else in her face though, a wanting I’d seen in my own face before tonight. I walked over to her, but she stepped away from me. I adjusted my dress, wiped the cum from my chin and smiled softly.
“Just come and watch, then maybe you’ll understand.” I said, stroking that huge cock and kneading it in my hands.
Her eyes drifted to Tyrell’s cock, and widened when she saw it swelling back to life in my hands. She bit her lip subconsciously and her face flushed. She stared at it, unable to take her gaze off of its magnificence.
“Wow…” She whispered, wringing her hands together and staring hungrily at my prize.
“You should come back to the hotel with us, Lindsay.” Tyrell said sternly.
“Okay…” She said murmured, still staring in awe at it.
“Let’s go then!” I half-moaned, half-begged, looking back and forth between my Bull and my cuckolded husband.
“I’ll go get the car.” Cam said, pulling up his pants and rushing out of the bathroom.
