How I became a BBC slut. (Part One)

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How I became a BBC slut. (Part One)We sat around a low table, on leather sofa’s. We were a small group, though larger than I had been led to believe when my bestie invited me and my husband to drinks, but primarily to meet her new boyfriend. We had been friends for four or five years. We had hit it off from the first, and we confided in each. In short, we told each other everything, as girls do, and boys don’t. I knew all her secret, secrets and thoughts. She knew mine. All of them. I hadn’t seen Laura for about two month, we’d been on holiday, when she’d met Tyson. Tyson wasn’t what I was expecting. She usually went for men in their late thirties, outdoor types. Tyson wasn’t like that, at all. True he was athletic, muscular, and at 6’ 3” a hunk, God he was a hunk. He was in his early twenties. He was black. Laura like me was thirty five. Like me she was blonde, and I thought pretty. My husband Eamon thought she was sex on legs. Tyson had hugged me when we were introduced. Kissed me on the cheek. Held me a little too long, though not long enough for me. He took my breath away. He was gorgeous, and my knickers were wet. I felt giddy like a teenager. His friends, because they were his friends, were all young, all black, though their girlfriends were all white, and although older than them, probably younger than me. We’d had a couple a drinks, I was relaxed, enjoying the company. Music played. Tyson was now sitting between me, and Laura, his leg warm against mine. Just that light, and innocent touch was giving me butterflies in my stomach. What he said next, nearly caused my heart to stop. “Eamon, I hear you’ve always wanted to watch Stacey being fucked by other men,” he said across the table. Everyone stopped talking, and looked at Eamon, waiting for his reaction. I knew how he knew, of course I did. Laura. It was one of his fantasies, one where I’d be fucked by one or preferably more men, while he watched. I indulged him, and why not. It got him hard, hard enough for a quick fumble and grunt, which would leave me frustrated, and with a wet sticky mess, which would trickle out of me during the next hour or so. He had never made me come in all our married life, that required finger action from me, or sometimes him. “Yes that’s right Tyson, one day eh!” He replied, the glared at me.Tyson breathed on my neck. I felt my heart race, my breath suddenly short, my throat dry, even as my pussy moistened, again. “Dance with me?” He asked, though in reality it wasn’t a question, but a command. He led me onto the empty floor. It was strange as everyone else seemed to suddenly be on the edge of their seats, and Laura was sitting next to Eamon, urgently talking to him. güvenilir bahis Apologizing? Tyson held me, an arm around my waist, the other around my shoulder. I felt his bodies heat. I came then. Just him holding me made me come. Not one of those mad screaming orgasms, that I only dreamed of, but a quite, soft orgasm. No one would know, apart from me. But he knew. “You didn’t expect that, did you?” He said.“No, Laura told you didn’t she.” I replied, dodging the question.“Not that, no you came, and you’ll cum again in a moment,” his voice soft hypnotic.He pulled me closer, crushing my breasts against his muscular chest. He was right. I came a second time, my pussy wet, my heart pounding, my breath short. “I told you,” he said. “You’ll come again, soon, without me touching you, imagine if I did touch you, with my fingers, my tongue.”I came again, louder this time, but not loud enough for anyone at the table to hear. “Your husband wants to watch someone fuck you, and you want a black man to fuck you. You want to writhe on a big black cock. You want to be penetrated by a beautiful, big, black cock.”He whispered it in my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “We could satisfy both your fantasy’s right here, right now, your coming again…” He paused, as my orgasm washed through me. It ebbed, and he continued. “You can have your black cock tonight, or even cocks. All big, black cocks. Your husband can watch, but you want that as well don’t you, you want to be watched as your are fucked until you come, and come, and come. Until you are insensible. Don’t you!” He whispered. I came again, more intensely. My orgasm washed over me, I was sweating. He pulled me in tight. I felt his cock through our clothing against my stomach. I wanted it. It was hard, hard as steel. I wanted it. I hadn’t seen it, nor touched it. I wanted it. “I’m going to fuck you here, right now, my big black cock is going to make you come so hard, you’ll never want it to end. Everyone will watch, all the guys will want to fuck you as well, but your cunt will belong to me. I’ll own you, and when I own you, then I might let them fuck you too, but you’ll be mine.”I kissed him then, my tongue in his mouth, and as I kissed him, I came again, and as I came he tore my dress off my shoulders, ripped it clean off. I didn’t care, I wanted him to. He unclipped my bra, then tore my knickers off. I was naked on the dance floor, scrabbling to unleash his cock. I unbuckled his jeans, hands trembling, undid his button, before unzipping his fly. He didn’t wear pants, the monster protruded, fuck it was big. Bigger than I had fantasized about in all those fantasy’s as I lay awake in my bed, rubbing my clit, fingering my türkçe bahis cunt. I was awestruck. I sank to my knees, gripped it, ran my fingers over it. I licked it, kissed it, finally sucked it, twelve inches of ebony, his balls were huge as well, I ran my tongue between them. I wanted it all.Eamon always came straightaway, when I’d sucked his cock, not that I did anymore, what was the point. Tyson pulled me up, then lifted me off the ground, my legs were around his waist. I felt his cock touch my pussy, he lowered me onto it. It hurt, it was so fucking big, he lowered me onto it. I began screaming then, I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop, “yessssssssssssssssss, oh my fucking Ggggggggggggod, yes, yes, yes.” I came, again, and again, over and over, and over. He fucked me hard, I’d only been fucked by one man, my husband Eamon, and he never made me feel like this, or made me come. Ever.He withdrew his cock, I felt empty. He placed me on the floor, on all fours, then from behind, he penetrated me again. He forced his beautiful big black cock into my white cunt. I came again, as he pumped it into me, all the way in, then all but, all the way out, until only the bulbous head was in me. I loved it. “Fuck me harder you black bastard, hard, harder. Use meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”He pulled my head back by my hair. “Whose cunt am I fucking?” He asked.“Yours, you’re fucking your cunt, yours.” I screamed.“Whose arse is this?” He asked pinching my arse.“Its yours, I’m yours, I belong you, do what you want to me, I want you too. Fuck me, use me. I am yours, I belong to you, just fuck me, please, please, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”He made me look at the table then. In my sexual frenzy I’d almost forgotten they were there. But there they were. Tyson’s friends, their girlfriends. My best friend, and Tyson’s girlfriend Laura. And last, but not least, my husband, Eamon. I looked at them, even as Tyson began fucking me again, even as I saw Eamon was holding a camera, a video camera. He was filming me being fucked by Tyson, then I realised the lights on the dance floor were bright. Then I came again.I had come so many times, I’d lost count how many, but Tyson still hadn’t, though we’d been fucking for what seemed hours. His cock was in my mouth, he came then, at last, rope, after thick rope. I swallowed some, most I think, some went on my face, in my hair, some on my tits. I was exhausted, but content. “I’m yours,” I whispered. His friends took me then, not one at a time, but in two, or threes. They used me, fucked me as I blew another. The more they fucked me, the more I wanted. Eamon filmed it all, his little puny cock sticky where he had come in his pants, his trousers stained.The güvenilir bahis siteleri guys finished with me. Their cocks were big, I mean really big, but not as big as Tyson’s. I fucked seven men, but still wanted more. I was exhausted, and could barely walk. Laura took the camera from Eamon, and aimed it at me. I smiled at her. “Eamon, time to clean her up, lick the cum out of her. That is your task from now on, you will clean her when instructed.” Laura told him.He was reluctant, but the threat of refusal was clear. I felt his tongue in me, lapping other men’s cum from his wife’s cunt. He didn’t arouse me, I felt nothing. He was pathetic. I told him. “You pathetic little useless piece of shit. You let all these men fuck me, you just sit there, filming me, you even come in your pants, and what are you going to do with the film, wank over it, about all your good for.”“No Stacey, the film will be online, so he’ll have to pay to watch it.” I remember smiling, then I remember nothing.I woke. I was at home. I’d had the most erotic dream. But it wasn’t a dream. I could taste cum in my mouth. Cum was dried on my face, on my tits, in my hair. Last night came rushing back to me. How did I get home? What did I wear? Who saw me?The doorbell rang. It rang again. I walked downstairs. It Laura. “Laura, about last night, I……………” I began.“It was cool, wasn’t it. Wow, I didn’t know you were multi orgasmic,” she gushed. “Nor did I.”Normally I’d bring myself off, then just let it fade, not keep on going, and going.“You need to be quick, Tyson will be here in an hour, you need to clean up, he likes his sluts clean, and presentable.” Laura said.“Here, no he can’t, the twins for one thing,” I said.“Look Stace, we both belong to him, remember. So get sorted, now.”I showered, put my make up on. I was about to dress, but Laura said I was to open the door to him, naked. I did as she told me. He fucked me again, again with the same results. Fucked me in my own sitting room. Fucked me as my best friend watched. She did more than watch, she fingered herself, her legs spread. He laid me on my back, and fed his long, thick cock into my aching pussy. I was desperate for him, and my labia opened like a petal for him. I’d said his cock was twelve inches long. I didn’t measure it, but that’s what I estimated, it might have been longer. I’d asked Laura, as I’d prepared myself, if all black cocks were that big. She laughed, “of course not, but they’re all big, and thick.” I tilted my hips, undulated them, to meet his thrusts, I lifted my legs, wrapped them around his waist, so he could fuck deeper. He’d made me come, just like he did last night, repeatedly. Laura squatted down on my face, her pussy wet, her labia parted. u*********sly I raised my head, my lips met her perfumed cunt. My tongue explored. My first pussy, I was glad it was hers. She came in my mouth, as Tyson came in my cunt, as I came again, and then again.

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