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 café. 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 . . .

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