Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Married slut and Max part 2

Back at Max’s place he had me try on the clothes on for him. He told me he was taking me to an adult video store. He took some photos of me in the outfits and picked the miniskirt and a tight t-shirt for the video store. I put on red high heals to match and was ready to go. I got excited thinking of the small booths, usually in the back, and wondering if a strange man would invite me into one.

I loved walking from the car to the store; being on the public sidewalk in my outfit with a big black man. I may as well have had “slut” across my forehead. The store owners did not mind me walking around, but the patrons were few and far between. I brushed up against one looking at movies, but he seemed to freeze with fear. Finally Max took me to the back and pulled out his cock. He told He told me to get on my knees in the hallway were the individual rooms are. I was sucking his cock as one man walked out the rooms and right by us. Max then told me to stand up and bend over. I leaned into one of the rooms and put my hands on the seat, with my ass sticking out the door. Max stood in the hallway and fucked me till I came on the floor. I was hoping a line would form, but the store was empty. My next visit will definitely be a weekday after work.

Back at the house I was ready for a nap. Max said I could go up stairs while he did some work. I lay in Max’s bed, all alone, as the sun went down. I layed there hugging his pillow catching wisps of his scent while looking at the pictures around the room of women, some faces, some bodies, mostly artistic photographs. I wanted my photograph on the wall too. I new each one photographed was likely someone Max fucked. And likely in that bed. I wanted to be added to the harem. I felt special for the moment though, because right then, I was the only one in his bed. And he let me sleep there. I liked to think he fucked the others, but they were not invited to sleep.

I tossed and turned and I don’t think I ever really slept. Max came in and told me to get dressed for dinner. He picked the coral strapless dress with brown shrug. I thought it exposed the most of my body of all the dresses he bought I was glad Max picked that one. It was a tube dress and clung to me, so underwear would not have been appropriate. Even if Max would have allowed it, that is.

We walked to the restaurant hand in hand, and I wondered if his neighbors thought he must have a lot of girlfriends. We took our seats at a small booth in a Thai restaurant Max chose, I sat against the wall looking out, and Max facing me. It was fun having different types of food and I loved my dish. I was feeling pretty relaxed I reached out to touch Max arm I love watching the contrast of his dark skin against mine. To my horror one of my breast popped out of the dress as I reached for him, I tried quickly to cover my self and felt my face getting red I was not sure if it was because of excitement or embarrassment of almost being caught exposed like that in a public place. Max just looked at me and smirked almost like he had mentally made that happen. My pussy was wet during dinner and I was concerned that the thin tight dress would show a wet spot. So I kept trying to be discrete, reaching under myself with parts of a paper napkin to blot my pussy. When we left I could feel a little wetness in between my thighs, but as long as I was not sitting down, I was not worried about a wet spot.

Max suggested a cool little bar for an after dinner drink. The weather was wonderful and I held on to his arm as he walked me to his local watering hole. He knew the bartender and I was complimented that he did not mind being seen with me. It was a really neat place with good wine by the glass. We picked a cozy dark corner at the bar we talked and cuddled I reached for his lap and had no shame in showing what I was after. He whispered things to remind me I was his slut. He told me he was my owner I would from now on call him Daddy and that he would walk me on a leash. I had to go to the ladies room to blot my pussy.

It was after midnight and we said our good nights to the bartender and headed back to the house. It was a long day for me and without my nap; I was feeling a bid wayward. Max suggested we lie down and we watch TV in bed for a bit. So after brushing my teeth and removing my make up, I hopped in bed with my shorts and t-shirt Max looked at me and said “What the hell are you doing, get those clothes off.” I quickly removed the last bit of clothing that separated me from max and snuggled close to Max. He let me take the remote control and I clicked. After midnight there is not much on. I came to a porn channel and had no interest and kept going. Then I came to another porn channel. I saw a man holding a girl by her neck, almost choking her, and I was entranced. The woman, of course, was beautiful. Max saw that I liked it and he told me to rub my pussy. I told him that I don’t masturbate on my back, I lie on my stomach and rub, but he said he didn’t care, it wasn’t for me, it was for him. He wanted to watch me rub my pussy as I watched the porn. I got aroused and wet and could feel my pussy start to ache. I was excited by it all, the beautiful woman on the TV screen, the fact she was being held down by her neck and almost choking by the strong man, and Max was watching me. I have never been aroused by something like that, and frankly, never seen anything like that before.

Max rolled on top and put his hands on my neck. He said, you like it huh? I pushed hard against his chest and tried to peel his arms off but he held me firm. I reached for his face to slap or scratch. I pressed my hips up and tried to free my legs from under his body. Before the weekend Max gave me a safe word and I had it on my lips, ready to use if I needed. I fought hard and got rough. But he was so much stronger than me; he chuckled at my attempts to free myself from his grip. Max pressed on my neck and felt the pressure against my esophagus. He had a firm grip and only a millimeter to press to make me choke. I froze, I didn’t flinch, and he had me. I relaxed my muscles. I felt relieved. I had someone else in total control of my life. The power he had over me was a relief and a turn on. He loosened his grip and let me speak. I begged him to fuck me. Max shoved his huge cock into my wet pussy and told me shut up and take it. I did and I loved it.

Max's thick cock was deep in my pussy and his hands on my neck; it made my body tremble. I didn’t have a towel under me, but I couldn’t hold back; my pussy shot out juices and I soaked the bed. Max did not stop. He pumped until his load came and he held it in me, telling me I was his slut and had to take his load. He hands were still on my neck, the weight of his body had me pinned, his sweat was dripping in my face and his load was in my pussy. I felt like I had my daddy, and all I could think to say was, thank you daddy. But I didn’t know what he would think if I called him that. So I whispered it. He said, your welcome slut, and rolled off me. I decided porn movies weren’t that dumb after all.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Married Slut

Max House

One of the benefits of pleasurefest was meeting Big Max. East coast, like me, I could see him in a couple hours drive. I was psyched when he invited me to his place for a “visit” we picked a mutually convenient Saturday. Approaching the date of our visit, I was nervous and I hesitated, thinking there so many other things I should be doing, like laundry or paying my bills, what am I thinking I thought to myself, driving over 100 miles to get fucked by a black man I hardly knew. . .. But Max was very persuasive He IM’d me before I changed my mind and put his web cam on; he stood up and unzipped his pants. I could almost hear the zipper sound as I waited in anticipation of what would be unfurled. Then there it was in his hand, on my computer screen, his huge, thick black cock. He stroked it and I saw the glistening wet spot on the tip. I nearly wetted my panties when I saw it I never saw a web cam image before – I could not believe how clear it was, and wanted to touch it taste it. I IM’d him and pleaded for him not to cum yet. He responded by saying “then get your ass over here right now slut.” I left for his place ASAP. I didn’t have to bring much stuff with me because Max said my clothes were not slutty enough for him. He said he was taking me shopping to buy real slut clothes. I got hot and drove fast.

Arriving Saturday afternoon, I said hello and leaned in for a kiss. Max had told me I had to greet him by getting on my knees and sucking his cock. So Max turned away from the kiss and told me to get on my knees. I did, and he pulled his cock out of his pants. I sucked his cock and it was long and hard, like on the web cam. I was so happy I came in shudders. Max then finally let me kiss him.

Max then took me by my hand to show me his place, and the tour ended in the bedroom. The first thing I noticed was the chain hanging from a beam in the ceiling, with handcuffs at the end of the chain. Handcuffs are not enough to restrain me though, because I fight with my legs. So I was not intimidated. Max told me to strip and get on the bed. Relieved he was not making me wait, and did. I wanted the cock in my pussy bad and was very wet. Unfortunately though, Max was in no rush.

He had me on his bed while he stood, sucking his balls and stroking his cock. Then he told me to put my hands in the cuffs while he secured the restraints. I did as I was told. But soon after, wiggled out of the cuffs. I resisted Max’s attempt to push me down on the bed, and we struggled. I fought him and told him he was not strong enough for me and that I could get out of all his restraints. He changed gears, and pushed down on me hard. He was over me on the bed and could I could not move or breathe. He had me pinned, my arms and my legs, and I struggled, telling him he was not stronger than me. He scoffed and held hard. I could not move and was fully restrained by his strength. Relieved the weekend would not be a bust, I said I was sorry, called him daddy, and asked him to loosen his grip on my wrists. I was so wet the juices were dripping on his bed and I asked for a towel. He told me no towel was needed and shoved his cock deep inside my cunt. I shut my eyes, felt his penetration, let an orgasm release and squirted on the bed. Max didn’t care, thank god and told me to turn over so he could take me doggie. I knew with his size that would hurt, but I wanted it all the same. I got on hands in knees, in the middle of the wet spot I created, and arched my back so my pussy was exposed. Max grabbed my hips and a lock of my hair and entered with his cock. He held back, thank god, and did not hurt me with the first thrust. With each thrust, he went deeper and harder. I was getting what I need: Hard, thick black cock deep in my pussy. I came again and again

Max knew where I was in my cycle because after pleasurefest I called to tell him I got my period, so he knew I was not pregnant. I was mid-cycle, and as far as I knew, and Max knew, was fertile. Max told me he would breed me over the weekend and make pregnant with his black baby. I wanted it; the thought made me shudder with excited and I begged for his cum. I begged for his load to be shot deep inside my pussy and thrust back on his cock, over and over. Max kept fucking me and reached for something; he put it in front of my face. My eyes opened wide and I felt a tingling deep in my pussy when I saw what he was showing me. It was a pregnancy test. My mind went wild, he was serious! I was going to have his black baby; I lost control of my body I was so excited and almost cried. I wanted the cum, the load, the black baby sucking on my tit in the park; everyone would know I was a slut for black cock. I begged for the cum and then got his load. Max held it in, making me stay still, ‘till the sperm took.’ I lay in the wet spot, a continuing state of arousal, thinking about a black baby in side, and staring at the pregnancy test. Euphoria spread through my body and I felt totally relaxed. Max would be my baby daddy.

After Max took some shots of me laying in his bed he told me to get up and get dressed, he was taking me shopping. I took a quick shower and put on a mini skirt. When dressed, Max told me he had one more thing for me. He showed me a black collar; I looked at it and saw it said ‘whore’ in across the font. Max put it on me and we left.
As we walked I tugged at my skirt, trying to keep it from riding up. I had tried the skirt on, but not walked in it, and did not realize it rode up when walking. I held his hand, and was very conscience that everyone who passed saw a white woman holding a black man’s hand. I tried not to look like a slut – by my outfit said otherwise.

We arrived at the store, which looked like no store where I lived. The outfits on the manikins were cute; for strippers. As soon as we stepped inside a cute, young girl offered her assistance. I referred her to Max, saying, I wanted to try on whatever he picked out. She turned to Max and asked him what he wanted to see me in and he pointed to a few things. I told the girl what my dress and bra size was. She said she wore the same size and would take care of me; I felt relaxed. She looked like she had some mixed blood in her and I thought she might be Puerto Rican. All the other girls in the store were black.

I went to the dressing room. When the young girl handed me things I was nervous. I was wearing no underwear, at Max’s direction, I was afraid she may see me naked and think I was a slut. When I came out with the first dress on and looked in the mirror, to my horror I saw my collar. I realized she already knew.

One of the skirts Max had me try on just barely covered my pussy. I asked the girl if I should try a bigger size, and she said no, the skirt looked great. I explained it was too short and she said it was supposed to be like that and a bigger size would just be wider, not longer. We called Max over to look at it, and he said, ‘your getting that.’ We picked out a T-shirt to go with it that said ‘spank me’ across the chest. I assumed this outfit was for indoors only. I got three short, tight dresses, three skimpy tops and that very short skirt. I thought of Sara Jay from Florida and how I now had to stuff to wear with her if I saw her again.

We were ready for lunch and Max picked a French cafĂ©. We were offered a table in the back, or on the sidewalk. Since I had a mini skirt on, and thinking of Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, I chose the side walk. We touched and caressed over nosh and wine, and I read people’s minds as they walked by. By the time the bill came I was wet and aching for his cock. Walking home my skirt rode up again, but Max would not let me pull it down. Holding hands in front my thigh, he grabbed my pussy as we walked. I woman was walking toward us but I though she was far enough that she may not realize where his hand actually was. Plus, I was sure he would move it, as she got closer. I asked him if I could cum, and he said not yet. I assumed he was waiting for the woman to pass. Then, as she got closer, he grabbed harder and told me to cum. I let it go and squirted onto the sidewalk. I turned and kissed Max with wet legs and a puddle underneath me. Embarrassed, I hide my face in Max’s neck as she passed.

Back at Max’s place he had me try on the clothes on for him. He told me he was taking me to an adult video store . . .

-Married Slut