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Barbara turned into a QOS
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"So you're a hundred percent sure you want to turn Barbara into a BBC-only slut, get her BBC-owned, and BBC-bred," Reggie asked me, seemingly for the hundredth time.
"Yes! I know it's sick and perverted, but I can think of little else!"
"You realize that there's no turning back? That after I black her a few times, she'll be hooked. There will be no denying her BBC. And then when I tell her to go BBC-only, she will. And then when I tell her it's time to breed, she will. You haven't even had any kids together yet, and you're willing to give her up to BBC so fully?! Are you insane, man?" He pressed me again.
"Maybe I am insane, but I just think it will be so incredibly hot! I mean, you've seen lots of photos of Barbara, don't you think she'll be a hot BBC slut, yourself?" I turned it back on him with a question this time.
"No question, my friend! Barbara is fine!! She's got it all, man! A beautiful face, gorgeous hair, amazing tits! What are those, double-Ds? Fabulous hips, terrific legs, and a hot ass! Not one girl in a hundred has such a juicy fucking ass, man! I can't wait to fuck it, too!"
Reggie was right. Barbara is gorgeous, with an incredible body. In fact, for those of you who watch porn, Barbara looks a lot like Chanel Preston-- right down to her blond hair and eyes. Like Chanel, she's a total knockout.
My Barbara also has the perfect body that women only have before they've ever had a baby--curvy but tight. She's sweet, fun, and horny, too. I'm a very lucky guy.
It could be Barbara's ass that's her most amazing feature.
Plump. Round. Firm. Perfectly sculpted.
I catch men and women alike stealing glances, or even outright staring at her.
I've been flattered that Barbara seems to have been so loyal to me ever since we met years ago now.
"Whoa! I thought you said you were going to leave her ass for me to fuck?!"
"Well, yeah... I mean maybe... But after a while being blacked, she's going to beg for her ass to get blacked, too... And once she gets blacked in the ass, won't want your little dicklet back there anymore! You'll have to settle for 'mercy' hand jobs, faggot!" Reggie explained.
"Oh..." I said, processing this new information. "Does it have to be like that?"
"Well... I'm just telling you what's going to happen... I mean, I've blacked over two dozen wives now... And this is just... Well, it's what always happens... She ain't going to be interested in your dicklet anymore except for when a 'brother' directs her to beat you off out of mercy... You gotta be at peace with that. I mean... Unless you rather not see Barbara blacked?"
"No, no!!" I replied, anxious that the handsome, hulking, and incredibly hung Reggie might back out. I had met Reggie through the Internet for starters-- after about a year of being obsessed with getting my gorgeous blondette wife blacked-- and we were finalizing next steps over drinks at a pub.
"No... You gotta do it, Reggie! I really need you to do it. I have a good feeling about you."
"Good feeling, my ass!" Reggie teased me, with an easy smile. "You're just another honky BBC pervert!"
"All right... Fair enough! Now... You had said something in your Internet ad about being a BBC 'for hire'-- what payment do you require?"
"Oh, yeah... That's right! Your Barbara is so hot, I almost forgot about payment!" Reggie said, then adding. "It depends."
"Depends on what?"
"Depends on whether you are going to give me any problems... I'm happy to black such a hot white bitch and addict her to BBC It'll be fun for me to turn her into a BBC-only breeding slut... going to give me any trouble, or you going to let me breed her as I please?"
"Oh, uh... I hadn't thought about it that much... We'd only talked about wanting one baby, Barbara and me."
"Hunh. Only one?"
"Yeah, I've been nervous about too much responsibility,"
"Well, I'm only going to fuck her if you agree that I can breed her as much as she lets me," Reggie said, mildly. "If she's anything like my other slutwives, that means that *I* will get to decide... And it will be three, maybe four times."
"Shit! Whoa!! I don't think I can afford for us to have that many kids!!"
"You'll figure it out somehow, dipshit. You *will* pay their bills, and you *will* understand that any boys will have my last name--the girls can have yours--and you'll introduce me to your family and friends as their father."
"Wow!!! That's a lot! Gulp!!"
"I'll tell you what, I'll let you think about it for a few weeks. Let's meet here in a month, and you can give me your answer. I'm not going to be a dick and make you decide on the spot."
We parted company.
I had found Reggie through an Internet chatboard focused on taking white women Black. I'd been interacting there for over a year before I found someone I thought was the right fit: educated, refined, tall, good-looking, dark black, with at least a ten-inch BBC and—importantly-- near enough to our mid-size city. Reggie finally surfaced, and he fit the bill perfectly.
A forty-five-year old attorney, 6'2", and a hunk-- he lived right in our same city and even had a whopping ginormous eleven-inch-long two-inches-thick ebony edifice of a phallus. "Shit!" I thought the first time I saw a photo of it, erect of course. "That thing looks truly amazing! I bet my horny wife will love it!"
After that first in-person meeting with Reggie, what ensued was the most stressful month of my life.
Initially, I set my mind to move the fantasy aside. It's just too high a price to pay to see my Barbara blacked, to have so many black kids.
I was determined. I wasn't even going to meet Reggie again, I decided. I decided right away.
However, my conviction did not last long.
As I made love to Barbara the very next night, not even a full 24 hours after meeting with Reggie, all I could think about was seeing her get blacked, blacked-owned, and black bred. And specifically by Reggie and his eleven-inch-long fabulous big black cock.
I couldn't stop thinking about his BBC getting up inside my wife even as I fucked her.
All I could think about was how hot it would be if Reggie came into the room, and my wife ran to him, threw herself on him, and fucked him with all the passion one might imagine, all while sucking on his face-- greedily french kissing him.
I was visualizing Reggie fucking Barbara even as I came in her--came in her with my meager white three-incher, to be more specific. I imagined I was beating off and watching Barbara get fucked.
The same thing happened the next night, and then every night we fucked after that. With. Out. Ex. Cept. Shun.
A few weeks passed, and it was the same pattern... I could only cum by daydreaming that Reggie was blacking my beloved wife!
Then, before you know it, a month was almost up, and it was just about time for me to meet Reggie again at the pub and let him know: Was I going to engage him to black my wife-- and mostly likely take her black-only and black breed her-- or was I going to chicken out.
The whole month, I had fantasized nonstop about Reggie blacking Barbara. Luckily, I was still able to get an erection for my wife-- but in order to cum, without exception I'd have to fantasize about her getting blacked, and specifically by Reggie and his immense eleven-incher.
Yes, I was totally addicted to the idea of Barbara getting completely black-owned and bred. Specifically by Reggie. There was no question that with this obsession so strong, I simply had to move forward.
Reggie took an even harsher tone when I met up with him. "So what's up, faggot?" he opened with.
"Uh... I'm not a faggot." I countered--but without much conviction.
"Sure you are, dipshit. I can see it on your face. You need me to black your beautiful wife. You've been able to think of almost nothing else since I last saw you. You can't even cum without imagining me fucking her, I bet... Only a faggot would be this desperate to lose his wife to black cock... You may not have thought about it yet, but I think you need my BBC to own you, too.... You need me to fuck your face and even your ass. You want to go 'gay for BBC' just as I make your wife into a BBC addict... We'll see... Maybe I'll do that at some point-- if you're incredibly lucky-- but I'm not that interested in fucking faggots... Breeding your gorgeous wife multiple times? That's much more up my alley... So, I'm right....you're 'in,' aren't you? You would have just emailed me otherwise, right?"
"Yeah, Reggie, you're right. I can think of little else besides you blacking and breeding my Barbara! I'm absolutely 'in'! Now, how do we make this happen?"
"There are a few ways it could go down, dipshit... It's hard to know which is best until I get a 'read' on Barbara... You need to invite me over for dinner as an 'old college buddy' so I can get a read on her. And we'll take it from there... How about next Wednesday?"
"Wednesday could work...but Saturday would be better. Barbara is always at her most relaxed on Saturday."
"Fine, faggot, I'll come over on Saturday-- let's say 7pm-- get started on taking your fine Barbara black and-- if she's like most women-- toward black-only before you know it!"
"And what about the cost?"
"Yeah... I really should at least make you give me a deposit, at least until I see if I'm able to turn her into a black breeding slut, Let's make it $100K, faggot. $100K, and if every time she gets bred black, $25K--plus interest-- goes into college savings for the kid. How does that sound?"
"Shit! You're planning on breeding her FOUR times" The math wasn't too hard for me to do.
"Fuck, yeah! A never-pregnant hot mama like your little wife? We'll have her birthing at 32, 34, 36, and 38-- Yeah, that sounds about right. Get to about age forty, it's a little less certain.... We'll get four beautiful badass black babies out of her for sure-- probably even if you *did* try to fuck it up!"
"Wow, Reggie! Just... Wow! But.... Uh... I guess.... If you... uh.... Say so... I suppose." I stammered, blown away by his prediction.
Our meeting soon wrapped up. We agreed on a backstory. Reggie--in real life a lawyer--and I were going to pretend to have been in political science classes together in undergrad and lived in the same dorm building for two years. I gave him the name of my roommate, Jeff, and a few facts about him that he could easily remember: nerdy, into video games, now an accountant.
"Honestly, Dean, that should be more than enough. If your Barbara is interested in going black, she'll be much too focused on the moment-- on the conversation in the room, on my physicality, to get paranoid about how long we really know each other."
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah...for sure. I've done this more than two dozen times now, as long as there's a plausible connection, your wife is going to believe we're friends."
"Fuck!" I s This is really going to happen, isn't it?"
"Oh yeah, faggot. All. Most. Cer. Tain. Ly! See you Saturday, dipshit!"
And with that, Reggie dropped a twenty to help with the drinks and sauntered out the door, me stunned and contemplative.
"I bet he fucks her Saturday night," I thought to myself. "Something tells me he's going to fuck her right away."
Barbara doesn't really like to host people at our house, but I explained that Reggie was both an old friend and potentially a useful business contact that his contacts could help me grow my firm. And she relented.
As soon as Barbara said "yes" to dinner, I wired Reggie the money and texted him. His reply was simply, "Excellent, faggot. You might want to fuck her a last time or two." Shit! That was intense to think about-- that my gorgeous wife could even go black-only right away!
Saturday night rolled around, and Barbara had gone all out! She'd prepared an amazing beef wellington-- and she was dressed to impress. "Wow, Barbara!...you look amazing! I hope Reggie doesn't get too jealous of how good I have it!"
Barbara blushed and pretended that I'd been too complimentary--but I think she really knew how great she looked.
When Reggie arrived-- right on the dot and carrying a bouquet of mixed flowers-- I could tell Barbara was immediately impressed by him: his looks, his stature, his confident charm.
I made sure the wine flowed freely for dinner-- and the conversation did, too.
Openly, we were all having a terrific time, and Reggie kept his flirting with my wife tasteful-- very gentlemanly, as he occasionally paid her compliments.
We were chatting amiably and talking about favorite movies, local politics, books--you name it-- when my wife left us briefly to go to the bathroom.
Reggie turned to me, deadly serious. "Listen, faggot,...listen carefully. She'll only be gone a minute. As soon as she gets back, let her know you have a business emergency. That the guy on duty with your firm needs your help on a tough technical problem. Insist that we continue to hang out together. If I don't call you, come back at 9am-- I'll call you if you can come home sooner."
"But wait!" I started to protest.
"Shut up, faggot. Your wife is into me. I'll get her to fuck me, but I can tell that you have to give me some alone time to work on her. So-- go!!"
"All right! All right! But how are you going to do it? Just tell me that much!"
"I'm going to tell her the truth, faggot! I'm going to tell her how you set her up because you wanted her to get blacked-- and then she's going to be putty in my hands-- or at least I think she will! I'm pretty sure! Now get the fuck out of here!"
I hadn't expected to be kicked out of the house, and I was flummoxed and disoriented. I got in the car, drove around the corner, parked, and contemplated the situation. "Fuck! Reggie is going to black my Barbara, and I'm not even going to get to watch-- this isn't what I planned on! Fuck!"
I was sulking for a good long hour before my phone rang. It was Barbara. "What the fuck, Dean?! Are you for real?!"
"Uh..." was all I could say back, unsure what exactly she was angry about. "Um, hi, Honey... uh, what's the matter?"
"You! You're the matter, you faggot!" she screamed through the phone. "You set me up!"
"What do you mean, hun?"
"You left me alone with Reggie to see if I would be faithful to you!"
"Is that what he said to you?"
"No."
"Well, what did he say, Barbara?"
"He says that you want me to fuck him!" my Barbara continued to yell. "But that can't be true! Can it?"
"Well, why don't you believe him?"
"It just seems far-fetched! I mean, I know you love interracial porn... but setting your own wife up to get blacked? That's just extreme!"
"Yeah....." I said mildly.
"Oh, my God!" Barbara screamed. "It is true! Shit! You *do* want me to fuck him!"
"Only if you want to, dear,"
"Oh, my God! Why wouldn't I want to!! It's been forever since I fucked a black guy! Or any big cock! I'd be *crazy* not to!"
"Well, then there you are." Again, I was mild.
"But I still can't really believe it."
So it turned out that my beloved Barbara would only believe me if I returned home, and physically offered her to Reggie. That's right, she summoned me back to the house so that I could strip her naked for her new black lover, one piece of clothing at a time.
I rushed home, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. As I entered the living room, I was greeted by a sight that sent a lightning bolt of emotion through me-- arousal, excitement, jealousy, and fear. It only took me a moment, however, to take stock and realize that, yes, arousal was by far the "winner." More than anything, I felt immensely turned on!
"Good!" I thought to myself. "Thank God I'm as turned on to getting my wife blacked as I thought I would be! Thank God that now that the moment is here, I want it more than ever! Phew!!"
Reggie and Barbara scarcely noticed me open the door. They were right there in the living room, on the sofa, completely intertwined-- their hands everywhere on each other and their lips mashing.
The two of them were in an immensely passionate embrace, with their mouths wide open and tongues intertwined in a fervent kiss.
"Shit! It's been a long time since Barbara kissed me with anything like that intensity! Oh, snap!! Barbara has NEVER kissed me with that intensity!!"
Barbara's hands were roaming and exploring Reggie's muscular body, caressing his broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and tight abs.
Reggie's large hands cupped Barbara's delectable firm ass, squeezing and kneading it with a hunger that radiated throughout the room.
"Well, well, well...." Reggie said, breaking the kiss and flashing a smug smile at me. "Looks like your husband is back, Barbara. Guess it's time for the main event, huh?"
Barbara, her eyes glazed with desire, nodded eagerly. "Yes, please. I need it."
Following Reggie's earlier instructions, I began to undress Barbara. I started with her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal her luscious cleavage. Each button undone felt like a countdown to the inevitable, and Barbara's breathing grew heavier with each one. As I slipped the blouse off her shoulders, her bra was revealed-- a delicate lace that scarcely contained her full, round breasts.
Reggie's eyes widened with appreciation as he reached out to squeeze them, eliciting a moan from Barbara that was a mix of pleasure and anticipation.
I moved on to her skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor in a soft rustle.
Barbara stepped out of it, leaving her in nothing but her lace panties.
The sight of her, almost completely naked, was intoxicating.
Reggie, unable to resist, pulled her close and ground his hard cock against her, making her gasp. The friction of their bodies against each other was electric, and I could feel the tension in the room rising.
"Take off her panties, Dean," Reggie commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Let me see that tasty little pussy."
"It's not going to be 'little' much longer, will it?" my wife flirted sensuously with him.
"No, bitch. It won't. You're right there." Reggie responded dryly. "We're going to resize it for black in short order. Yes. We. Will."
"Oooooooooh!" Barbara moaned. "Unnnngggghhh! That sounds AMAZING, Reggie! Do you promise me?"
"Of course, bitch!" the black stud replied. "I don't fuck around....I only fuck for keeps. I intend to make you mine!"
"Aw, fuck! Really?" Barbara queried.
"Oh, yeah, bitch! You're much too fine to leave for whitey here. We gotta black you!"
"Black me?"
"Yeah, bitch! Get you hooked on black... Turn you black-only!"
"Aw, fuck, Reggie... That sounds so hot! That sounds amazing!"
"Just you wait, bitch...just you wait... You. Have. No. Eye. Dee-uh."
"Aw, fuck! I'm so horny for you, Reggie! I'm so wet and ready!"
"Good, bitch! Good! But now you gotta ask him."
"What? I'm confused."
"You gotta ask your faggot to take your panties off so I can black you... I told him earlier... I only black a woman if she can get her boyfriend, lover--or husband-- to take her panties off and offer her to me!"
"For real? And what if he refuses?"
"I ain't got no time for drama, bitch. This is my way of being extra sure you're both ready... It ain't hard. You gotta ask him, and then he has to peel your panties off and offer your pussy to me... that's all. It ain't hard. He ain't gonna say 'no'--look at him... he's drooling. He wants this even more than you do, bitch. Your faggot here is dying to see you blacked. This is just a formality, bitch... go and fucking ask him already."
I was kneeling on the floor next to them at this point, my eyes down, waiting expectantly for their dialogue to play out. Reggie was right, I'm sure-- Yeah, Barbara was horny for him, sure... But for me... For me... For me this was a dream YEARS in the making... This was a fantasy with its roots in my earliest porn use and that had bloomed over the years with my incredibly sexy wife by my side.
I now DESPERATELY needed to see Reggie fuck her. I needed to see him black my Barbara as badly as I needed air or water, food, or love... I *had* to have it!
Waiting for my gorgeous Barbara's decision, one way or another was agonizing. Yes, it all depended on if Barbara really, truly had the nerve. It was one thing to tell her new lover to fuck her-- but it was another level to order me, her doting husband, to hand her over to him.
I also understood the practical side of Reggie's rule, here. He wanted to rule out any legal trouble from either of us, should things among us go south. Fair enough.
So everything was paused.
Barbara 100% had to ask me out loud to offer her up to him. And we were all waiting for her to do so.
I was sure that Reggie was recording this. I had my recording devices secretly lodged around the house-- and I'm sure Reggie had one or two of his own, as well. Certainly at least his phone was recording audio.
The pause seemed like forever as Barbara turned briefly contemplative.
But after that long moment, my prayers were answered. "Yay!! Yes!! Fabulous!!" I thought to myself, as soon as I could detect the positive lilt in Barbara's voice.
"Very well, Reggie... very well," my sexy wife said, breathily, before turning in my direction. "You heard the man, faggot husband, it's time to give him my pussy-- give Reggie your wife's little pussy-- for him to plunder and resize for black cocks."
I sat frozen for a moment, making sure that I heard the words correctly and, frankly, also to savor what she had just said. Barbara didn't just say to give her over to Reggie. She said specifically to her pussy over for Reggie to "plunder," for Reggie to "resize for black cocks."
"Wowza!" I thought to myself. "Not only is my beautiful wife going to go black-- she's going black 'like she means it'! She means to get her little pussy RESIZED!! Fuck yeah!! This is going to be so incredibly hot to watch!!"
Apparently my moment's pause was more than Barbara had patience for.
"Now, faggot! Take off my panties now! And while you're at it, shove them in your mouth as a gag-- that way you can stew on how soaked they are!"
Wordlessly, I did as I was told.
Reggie had trained me that I should only speak if absolutely necessary, such as if he or Barbara asked me a direct question.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Barbara's dainty panties-- a bit more demure than a thong, but graceful-- slowly pulled them down, revealing her fully waxed pubic area slowly but surely.
The lace panties gracefully slid down her legs, leaving Barbara at last completely naked and vulnerable.
Reggie's gaze roamed over her body, taking in every curve and line with a hunger that verged on predatory.
"You look fabulous fully naked, bitch. And boy am I going to enjoy making you my own... But there's one more thing that needs to go down before we can get you fully focused on my cock--like you do so rightly desire... Yes, one more thing... We need your faggot here to sanctify us in one more way... Something good and symbolic... Yeah, you're guessing it probably... he's gotta blow me Come here, faggot! Show my big black cock how grateful you are to be here with your wife and me tonight!"
I approached Reggie with an eagerness that surprised myself.
"Whoa!" I said to myself. "Holy crap! I *want* to suck on his cock! Fuck! That's surprising! Shit I *am* a faggot for BBC-- just like Reggie was telling me the other day! Shit!"
My little dicklet strained against my pants.
Reggie unzipped his pants and readied his underwear for me to reach in.
"You take it out, faggot. You need to get used to doing the work for us big black cocks. Yeah, you do the work!"
As instructed, I shimmied right over---I only had to shift two feet--and pulled out his enormous, thick cock.
Reggie's giant ebony phallus while limp was easily longer and thicker than my penis when hard.
"Wow, that's a lot of cock! Oh, my god! That looks amazing!" were my first--and totally reflexive--thoughts, followed by: "Fuck! I *am* a BBC faggot after all! Fuck!"
I knelt before the black Adonis, my heart racing with a mix of anxiety and lust.
I took his cock into my mouth and felt the velvety smoothness of his skin. Quickly, it began to pulse, and in a few moments, it was hard--very, very hard!
I sucked enthusiastically, my head bobbing up and down as I took in as much of him as I could.
The taste of him was musky and enjoyable. But it was the size and shape, and the heat and the precum that I most savored.
"Wow! I'm giving Reggie a blow job!" I realized. "And he seems to really like it!" I felt so proud of myself, so accomplished-- and I loved every second of it!
Reggie let me suck him for a few minutes, his hips moving to meet my mouth. He groaned in pleasure, his hands tangling in my hair.
"That's enough, Dean...it's time for the main event," he said, pulling me off his cock with a pop. " Barbara looks desperately in need, mesmerized and horny. Fuck--I can smell that sweet pussy. Probably they can smell her next door! This bitch has to get fucked now, I can see it in her glazed expression... Yo, Barbara, my good bitch, that's right, ain't it?"
"Oh, yes!!...yes, my lover! I need you so, so badly! PLEASE!! Please fuck me now! Don't make my pussy wait another minute to get filled and stretched!! Fuck me! Fuck me deep!"
"Oh, you bet I will, bitch! You bet I will!"
Reggie moved quickly between my gorgeous wife's shapely thighs, his cock poised at her entrance.
Barbara reached down to aim him in, and then with one long, slow thrust, he entered her, making her cry out in what seemed like pain and pleasure-- but Bethany confided in me later that it was "nothing but pure bliss."
"Oh, Reggie!.....I love it! Your cock is AMAZING!! me, Reggie! Fuck me!"
Reggie began to move, his hips slapping against her thighs as he fucked her with deep, relentless strokes.
The sound of their bodies slapping together was wet and obscene, a symphony of carnal desire.
Barbara was vocal, her moans and screams filling the room. "Oh god, Reggie! You're so big! You're so deep! You fill me so well! I love it! I've never been fucked like this! Fuck me harder!"
Reggie obliged, his pace increasing as he pounded into her.
The couch--extra long and extra deep, and able to accommodate them-- creaked and groaned under the force of their movements.
I could see the muscles in Reggie's back and ass flexing with each powerful thrust.
Barbara's legs wrapped around Reggie's waist, pulling him deeper into her, her heels digging into his firm ass.
Barbara's arms reached for his head to pull Reggie into a French kiss, her mouth wider than I've ever noted it to be for me.
Reggie enthusiastically followed Barbara's lead for the kiss, and I could soon see that his tongue was exploring up against the insides of her cheeks.
He was tongue-fucking her face as his immense cock likewise plundered her pussy.
Their kiss lasted for a long moment until Reggie decided to pull back and narrate the scene a bit.
"Bitch...you've got my whole cock now. I'm balls deep. Shit, that's impressive. You must have been made for black. Very few bitches can take me balls deep unless they've been blacked before. Shit, you must be loving this."
"Oh! Reggie!" Barbara cooed in response. "You have no idea! Your cock feels so incredible! I've never, ever felt so full! And it feels so RIGHT! I love you blacking me! YES! I was born to be blacked. Unghhhh! This is so AMAZING! Never stop fucking me!"
"No problem, bitch! Ngggh. No fucking problem!"
And then this time, it was Reggie who leaned in for a kiss.
Barbara eagerly welcomed him in.
It was so erotic to watch. Without even thinking about it, I had unzipped my pants-- against Reggie's guidelines-- and been fidgeting with my little dicklet.
The second time they started to French kiss while fucking-- that was it. It put me over the edge. It was easily the hottest thing I had ever seen, or even imagined.
It was so much hotter than I had even dreamed it would be to see Barbara go black. They kept switching positions, and numerous times I could see that Barbara was easily taking Reggie's full eleven-inches inside her. "Holy shit!" I thought to myself. "His cock must be up inside her womb, even. Fuck!"
I didn't even give myself full strokes, just little ones-- because I didn't want to fully break Reggie's guidelines and so I kept my underwear on. Still, I came.
I came in massive, powerful spurts, inside my underwear. The amount was immense for me. Well more than I thought I was capable of. I couldn't help but let out a loud yell. "Oh, fuck!! Yes!! Yes!! Arrrrghhhhhh!!"
But the two black-and-white lovebirds--they didn't even notice. They were too lost in their incredibly gorgeous and athletic coupling.
The perfect feminine specimen--my Barbara-- taken by the perfect male specimen, the ebony Adonis, Reggie--who, for better and worse, I had brought into our own home.
"Fuck, this is incredible!" I thought to myself. "I did it! I brought the perfect black Adonis into our home, and it's everything I hoped it would be for Barbara and me-- and even more! Fuck, yeah!"
As my cum subsided, their fucking continued. Their stamina continued.
Barbara seemed to flow from one orgasm into another. I couldn't even count how many times she seemed to cum.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum--AGAIN!" Barbara screamed, her body tensing as her third-- or was it her fourth?--orgasm ripped through her.
With Reggie balls deep, it meant he had to be up into her uterus even. Shit, that was sexy to think about!
Reggie was clearly enjoying himself almost as much as my wife. He grunted louder and louder in pleasure, his own release most definitely drawing nearer.
After fucking my wife through at least four powerful orgasms, Reggie started to lose his own self control. He at last accelerated his thrusting even faster. You could tell he was pushing to his climax now-- satisfied that he had given my wife so many.
At last, after fucking the shit out of my beautiful wife Barbara for easily a half hour, Reggie came, his hot seed filling my wife's pussy and womb.
The whole scene was so hot, I came for the second time in ten minutes! My little dicklet pulsed as I came in my already messy underwear, the intensity of my orgasm again mirroring the raw, primal scene before me.
Reggie collapsed on top of Barbara, both of them panting and sweating, their bodies slick with exertion.
I could see the aftershocks of their pleasure rippling through them, a sight that was both beautiful and raw.
As they caught their breath, Reggie pulled out, his spent cock glistening with their combined fluids.
Barbara, still in a daze, reached out and stroked his softening cock lovingly, a contented smile on her face.
"Fuck, that was good," Reggie said, a satisfied smile on his face. "You're a good little fuck, Barbara. I think you're going to make a fine BBC-only slut."
Barbara, her eyes shining with adoration, nodded in agreement. "Yes, Reggie. Whatever you want."
"I think I'll be moving in here so I can fuck you all the time, bitch," he said, matter-of-factually.
"Reggie, I think I would like that," Barbara purred back.
"Good, settled then."
"But shouldn't we ask Dean?"
"Are you fucking kidding me, bitch? First of all, he takes his orders from you now, as your cucky faggot. Second of all, he's going to love at least as much as you will, bitch. Look at him. See how blissed out the faggot looks from watching us fuck?"
"Oh, wow, Reggie! I see! You're right!"
"Damn straight, bitch. Happens every time. The toughest part will be supplying him enough black cock also, bitch. He's going to need a supply. Brothers like faggot blow jobs a little-- but not that much. We'll probably have to have a lot of different fellas pass through."
"That sounds fine!" Barbara responded.
"I'm not sure you understand, bitch. They're all going to want to tap you, too."
"Oh! Well... Uh... I hope you don't mind hearing this, Reggie, but I think that sounds kind of hot!" Barbara admitted.
"Ha! I figured you'd feel that way, bitch. Any white girl who can take an eleven-inch BBC balls-deep on her first go ought to have that kind of appetite. Sure! Why not! But not right away."
"Why not right away, Reggie?"
"Because I gotta get you pregnant first, bitch. Your first baby has got to be mine."
"Oooh. I would like that!" Bethany confessed.
"Yeah! You're overdue to be bred, aren't you, bitch!"
"You have no idea, Reggie! Dean has kept making excuses to wait... Well, now he's going to lose out. I don't think I ever want his useless little penis in me again."
"That's the right spirit, bitch! You bring it!"
The whole time I was listening and averting my eyes in shame. I knew better than to speak up. Reggie had been very clear that if I spoke out of turn I would be banished from watching them fuck--or worse. And that was a consequence I certainly couldn't stomach.
So I averted my eyes in shame, even as their incredible conversation did what I would have thought impossible-- it got me hard. Again. Right after cumming twice.
That's right, my little dicklet was all three-inches of rock hard inflamed.
Reggie noticed and pointed it out to my wife.
"See, bitch. Your faggot is going to be fine. He's cum twice just while watching, and his tiny wiener is all revved up again just from listening to us come up with a plan."
"Oh, Reggie!" Barbara cooed. "I'm so glad you're here! Thank goodness Dean found you for us!" And she leaned in for a lusty kiss.
They proceeded to make out for an hour, took a quick bathroom break, and then had another long, luxurious round of fucking.
"Shit!" I thought to myself. "This new life is going to be hot! It's going to be so incredibly hot!"
While I felt the tiniest twinge of jealousy, mostly I was overwhelmed by the eroticism of the evening... and I even came two more times as I watched them continue to fuck.
Finally, in the wee hours, we were all spent and exhausted. I spruced the master bedroom up for the two of them. And at Reggie's encouragement, I lay on a mat and slept at the foot of their bed.
I lay there, my mind racing with a mix of emotions. The sight of Reggie and Bethany, spent and sated, was both satisfying and humbling. I felt a twinge of loss, but it was overshadowed by the intense fulfillment seeing my fantasy come to life. As I listened to their steady breathing, I realized that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in our lives-- a chapter filled with even more erotic possibilities.
I couldn't help but wonder what the future held, what new experiences awaited us. The thought of Reggie moving in of becoming a permanent part of our lives, both excited and terrified me. But one thing was certain: I was ready to embrace this new reality, to watch and learn my place in this dynamic.
As I got sleepier, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment. I had brought the perfect black Adonis into our home, and it was everything I hoped it would be for Barbara and me-- and even more.
The raw, primal nature of their encounter had awakened something within me, a desire to explore the depths of my own submission.
I knew that this was only the start, that there would be challenges and adjustments ahead. But in that moment, as I lay at the foot of what was now *their* bed, I felt content, knowing that I had set us on a path of sexual discovery and fulfillment.
Whatever the future held-- which at the point I understood was going to be huge black cocks and a lot of them!--I was ready to face it. I was ready to face them.
"I wonder," I thought to myself. "Will all the big black cock that Reggie has in mind for me turn me fully gay? I could see that it could... Hmm. I guess only time will tell."
Reggie's voice interrupted my reverie one last time for the evening. "Good job taking to the mat straight away, dipshit. The symbolism is important for you-- and frankly, for all of us. Especially on my first night as the new man of the house, faggot,"
"Yes, Reggie, Sir...faggot understands." And I did.
"Master?" I added, imagining how he would prefer to be addressed.
"Yes, faggot."
"May I ask a question?"
"You've been a good faggot tonight, and have given over your beautiful wife to me, so I'll allow an occasional question. What is it, faggot?"
"Am I going to turn fully gay for BBC, master?"
"In all likelihood yes, faggot. In all likelihood yes."
"Oh....."
"Rest easy, faggot. You'll be the happiest you've ever been, I can feel it."
And I knew my Master was right. I had faith in him. I truly had found my place at last.
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