Hub's 1st Black Man turned him into his fag
Since my wife shared her first experience, I thought I would too, so you see how both of us got hooked...
There are so many stories of my slut wife cuckolding me, but nothing comes close to when she decided to be with a black man. This changed both of us so much, I would like to share my first time. When Liz started looking at photos of black men, reading stories of wives going black, and watching the amateur videos (she hates the porno fake ones) she wanted to know, "Is it really that good?"
Thirteen years ago she answered an ad in AFF. He was mid 30's, very dark skin (her preference and mine too), good looking, a thick 9", and he preferred fucking whites only, and in fact white cuckold couples only, and preferred older...we were early 50's. He lived in a state where I traveled on business, which Liz preferred for her first time. We talked to him numerous times and we all seemed compatible. He truly understood the dynamics of cuckolding much better then the white guys did. When Liz told me that she wanted me to meet him first, I was surprised and equally excited. Like a lot of white bi cucks, I loved watching black men use white couples.
On the next trip, I arranged to meet him. I was both excited and nervous when I opened the door. His first words, "Strip and get on your knees!" I was shocked, but obeyed. As a sub cuck, I always obeyed. As I knelt, "Eyes down; hands behind your back." He stood before me, still dressed, and definitely in-charge. "Your wife and I have talked quit a bit over the last couple of weeks." I thought, 'she never mentioned that.' "She said that you are a cock-loving cuckold and you beg her to fuck men because you need cock, and you have slept with gay men." We had mentioned that I was a cuck and bi, but not that type of detail. "Well?" he asked; I said "Yes." He commented that although my wife loves sex, she rarely has an orgasm, and fakes it a lot. I was shocked; she never told me that detail. I knew she struggled with orgasms, but not to the extent he talked about. I wondered why she told him and not me. He talked about the times they had phone sex and how badly she wants to be a black man's bitch. Admittedly it was hurtful to hear how they had shared without me knowing. He also talked about she needed to learn more about truly cuckolding me. He talked about how he taught other wives to dominated pussy-boi hubbies like me, and how he will own her pussy, but first he will make me his fag bitch. Although those words initially shocked me, his demeanor and commanding presence seemed to make me feel very submissive, more importantly naturally submissive to him. With that he undressed. He stood back and I admired his beautiful black body and his big black cock, fully erect! "What do you want white boy?" "I want your cock." "Come over here," When I started to stand, "Crawl bitch!" I had been dominated before, but never like this. I could tell with him that it was not a game. As I approached him on my hands and knees, he said, "You white boys are all the same." "Beg for my cock." As I did, he had me promise to deliver my wife, and that he will own her the way he will own me by the end of the night. At that point, kneeling before him, hungry for his cock, I traded my wife for his cock. I had loved cock going back to my teens, but never like this. As I hungrily sucked his beautiful black cock and worked hard to deep-throat him. I was so turned on. But when he said, "You don't suck like any bi husband I met; you suck like a faggot." That made me even hotter and I guess it showed. "Your wife was right, you are a faggot!" He grabbed my hair and pulled my hair back, "Say it bitch." "Yes I am." "No, say it!!" "Yes, I am fag." I went back down on his cock and sucked him, and at times he face fucked me, calling me his bitch, his fag, his homo. Sometimes sucking cock I would tire, but not his, I loved his big cock and how he treated me. When he came, I struggled to take it all. What dripped out of my mouth, he said, "Lick it up." I did.
As with most guys, that usually ends the sex, but not him. "On the bed." Surprised I quickly got on the bed. "I know as much as you white married fags love sucking cock, you want to be fucked, just like your whore wives do." I had pre-lube myself hoping this would happen. He rolled me on my side, and put his finger on my ass and felt what I had done. With a very different tone, softer, more caring, "You little whore." And he kissed my neck. I was shocked, but his body, his touch, and even his soothing voice made me feel so vunerable. He whisper in my ear, "I love fucking gay white boys." I knew he was showing me how he was going seduce and take control of my wife and I was loving it. As his cock went deeper and deeper, my moans gave it away...I was his. "Your boy pussy is so tight baby." I just reacted naturally, "Oh god." He was kissing my neck, playing with my nipples. "My sweet gay-boy." My whole body was warm, feeling flush, as he fucked me faster. "Fuck me, fuck me!" "Oh my god fuck me." I reached for my cock to cum, but he pulled my hand away. "I will make you cum and then you will be my bitch." All of a sudden I felt hot cum oozing from my cock, not exploding but a very different feeling, my nipples were on fire, my body flush. He laid there inside of me; I was his completely.
He stood up, looking down at me smiling. "You belong to me now! and I will own your wife's cunt the same way and she will be my white whore."
After he left I called my wife. It was midnight, but I knew she would be waiting to hear all about him. When she answered I could tell by her voice she was rubbing her pussy. I asked if she was watching videos online. She said that she was watching BBC bi cuckold videos, and her pussy was wet and he clit swollen. I loved when she talked about herself like that. She asked if he arrived late...I said "no, why?" She said that is was already midnight, he couldn't have been there all that time. When I said, yes and he stayed rock hard, She said, "OMG" I could her hear fingering herself. When I told her that he fucked me and I orgasmed without touching my cock, she asked, "Did he call you his bitch?" I knew they must have talked about that. When I said yes, she was fingering herself harder. "Did he say anything about me?" I told her, "He said he owned my pussy and will own your cunt." She came.
What really surprised me was the next day was during a meeting my anus started throbbing. Afterward I went to the men's room and my cock was covered in cum. As soon as I got back to the hotel I called him and asked him to come over again. He said, "Tell me what you need." Without hesitation, "Fuck me." He responded, "If your wife is half the whore you are, you will both me my complete sluts."
*****************************************************************************************
From Beth
I want to add my comment: The next day, Darius called me and told me all about what he did to Francis and how Francis got turned on being call his faggot, so I knew Francis had experienced something intense. Admittedly, that made me want to meet Darius even more then I already had.
When I picked Francis up at the airport, he seemed different, and he hugged me a long time. He even had me drive home, which was really unusual. His demeanor was different, more docile then normal, with an slight effeminate aura about him, more typical when another man is in our bed and Francis' hunger for cock takes control.
At home I had him go upstairs and strip. I took his penis (Darius told me that white boys don't have cocks) and there was cum om it, so I asked if he played with himself, he shock his head no. I demanded, "Well?" He said his pussy started throbbing on the plane. I already knew Darius told him to call it his pussy but I wanted to make him explain, which he sheepishly did. When I asked what else Darius insisted on, Francis looked down. "What did he call you?" I had to act tough, but it was hard to keep from smiling. Francis looked down, but I pulled his hair and head back. Francis said Darius called him his faggot whore. I could not resist, "And are you?" All Francis could do was nod. Everything changed that day and when I was ravaged by Darius, everything changed for me too.
There are so many stories of my slut wife cuckolding me, but nothing comes close to when she decided to be with a black man. This changed both of us so much, I would like to share my first time. When Liz started looking at photos of black men, reading stories of wives going black, and watching the amateur videos (she hates the porno fake ones) she wanted to know, "Is it really that good?"
Thirteen years ago she answered an ad in AFF. He was mid 30's, very dark skin (her preference and mine too), good looking, a thick 9", and he preferred fucking whites only, and in fact white cuckold couples only, and preferred older...we were early 50's. He lived in a state where I traveled on business, which Liz preferred for her first time. We talked to him numerous times and we all seemed compatible. He truly understood the dynamics of cuckolding much better then the white guys did. When Liz told me that she wanted me to meet him first, I was surprised and equally excited. Like a lot of white bi cucks, I loved watching black men use white couples.
On the next trip, I arranged to meet him. I was both excited and nervous when I opened the door. His first words, "Strip and get on your knees!" I was shocked, but obeyed. As a sub cuck, I always obeyed. As I knelt, "Eyes down; hands behind your back." He stood before me, still dressed, and definitely in-charge. "Your wife and I have talked quit a bit over the last couple of weeks." I thought, 'she never mentioned that.' "She said that you are a cock-loving cuckold and you beg her to fuck men because you need cock, and you have slept with gay men." We had mentioned that I was a cuck and bi, but not that type of detail. "Well?" he asked; I said "Yes." He commented that although my wife loves sex, she rarely has an orgasm, and fakes it a lot. I was shocked; she never told me that detail. I knew she struggled with orgasms, but not to the extent he talked about. I wondered why she told him and not me. He talked about the times they had phone sex and how badly she wants to be a black man's bitch. Admittedly it was hurtful to hear how they had shared without me knowing. He also talked about she needed to learn more about truly cuckolding me. He talked about how he taught other wives to dominated pussy-boi hubbies like me, and how he will own her pussy, but first he will make me his fag bitch. Although those words initially shocked me, his demeanor and commanding presence seemed to make me feel very submissive, more importantly naturally submissive to him. With that he undressed. He stood back and I admired his beautiful black body and his big black cock, fully erect! "What do you want white boy?" "I want your cock." "Come over here," When I started to stand, "Crawl bitch!" I had been dominated before, but never like this. I could tell with him that it was not a game. As I approached him on my hands and knees, he said, "You white boys are all the same." "Beg for my cock." As I did, he had me promise to deliver my wife, and that he will own her the way he will own me by the end of the night. At that point, kneeling before him, hungry for his cock, I traded my wife for his cock. I had loved cock going back to my teens, but never like this. As I hungrily sucked his beautiful black cock and worked hard to deep-throat him. I was so turned on. But when he said, "You don't suck like any bi husband I met; you suck like a faggot." That made me even hotter and I guess it showed. "Your wife was right, you are a faggot!" He grabbed my hair and pulled my hair back, "Say it bitch." "Yes I am." "No, say it!!" "Yes, I am fag." I went back down on his cock and sucked him, and at times he face fucked me, calling me his bitch, his fag, his homo. Sometimes sucking cock I would tire, but not his, I loved his big cock and how he treated me. When he came, I struggled to take it all. What dripped out of my mouth, he said, "Lick it up." I did.
As with most guys, that usually ends the sex, but not him. "On the bed." Surprised I quickly got on the bed. "I know as much as you white married fags love sucking cock, you want to be fucked, just like your whore wives do." I had pre-lube myself hoping this would happen. He rolled me on my side, and put his finger on my ass and felt what I had done. With a very different tone, softer, more caring, "You little whore." And he kissed my neck. I was shocked, but his body, his touch, and even his soothing voice made me feel so vunerable. He whisper in my ear, "I love fucking gay white boys." I knew he was showing me how he was going seduce and take control of my wife and I was loving it. As his cock went deeper and deeper, my moans gave it away...I was his. "Your boy pussy is so tight baby." I just reacted naturally, "Oh god." He was kissing my neck, playing with my nipples. "My sweet gay-boy." My whole body was warm, feeling flush, as he fucked me faster. "Fuck me, fuck me!" "Oh my god fuck me." I reached for my cock to cum, but he pulled my hand away. "I will make you cum and then you will be my bitch." All of a sudden I felt hot cum oozing from my cock, not exploding but a very different feeling, my nipples were on fire, my body flush. He laid there inside of me; I was his completely.
He stood up, looking down at me smiling. "You belong to me now! and I will own your wife's cunt the same way and she will be my white whore."
After he left I called my wife. It was midnight, but I knew she would be waiting to hear all about him. When she answered I could tell by her voice she was rubbing her pussy. I asked if she was watching videos online. She said that she was watching BBC bi cuckold videos, and her pussy was wet and he clit swollen. I loved when she talked about herself like that. She asked if he arrived late...I said "no, why?" She said that is was already midnight, he couldn't have been there all that time. When I said, yes and he stayed rock hard, She said, "OMG" I could her hear fingering herself. When I told her that he fucked me and I orgasmed without touching my cock, she asked, "Did he call you his bitch?" I knew they must have talked about that. When I said yes, she was fingering herself harder. "Did he say anything about me?" I told her, "He said he owned my pussy and will own your cunt." She came.
What really surprised me was the next day was during a meeting my anus started throbbing. Afterward I went to the men's room and my cock was covered in cum. As soon as I got back to the hotel I called him and asked him to come over again. He said, "Tell me what you need." Without hesitation, "Fuck me." He responded, "If your wife is half the whore you are, you will both me my complete sluts."
*****************************************************************************************
From Beth
I want to add my comment: The next day, Darius called me and told me all about what he did to Francis and how Francis got turned on being call his faggot, so I knew Francis had experienced something intense. Admittedly, that made me want to meet Darius even more then I already had.
When I picked Francis up at the airport, he seemed different, and he hugged me a long time. He even had me drive home, which was really unusual. His demeanor was different, more docile then normal, with an slight effeminate aura about him, more typical when another man is in our bed and Francis' hunger for cock takes control.
At home I had him go upstairs and strip. I took his penis (Darius told me that white boys don't have cocks) and there was cum om it, so I asked if he played with himself, he shock his head no. I demanded, "Well?" He said his pussy started throbbing on the plane. I already knew Darius told him to call it his pussy but I wanted to make him explain, which he sheepishly did. When I asked what else Darius insisted on, Francis looked down. "What did he call you?" I had to act tough, but it was hard to keep from smiling. Francis looked down, but I pulled his hair and head back. Francis said Darius called him his faggot whore. I could not resist, "And are you?" All Francis could do was nod. Everything changed that day and when I was ravaged by Darius, everything changed for me too.
6 tahun lalu
