The next morning I limped to the shower, stepping over sleeping bodies of black men. I was lathering up my ass, when Darius joined me.
He spun me around and did something – something that I now crave, something that TJ is doing to me right now in this shower. Darius shoved his big black dick into my anus.
My asshole burned as it was stretched. My cries echoing in the shower. Darius shushed me, whispering in my ear how my ass was made for black men. I agreed, I let him fuck me, to sodomize me.
My anus loosened and relaxed. Darius was soon slamming hard into me, his cock in deep. When he came, I felt his warm cum being injected into my body. I climaxed as soon as he did.
He pulled out, left the shower, and leaving me alone. I sat down in the shower, moaning, catching my breath. I reached to my asshole, and gathered up the semen that was flowing out of it. I never expected things to get this wild this quick.
I shrugged and licked my hand clean.
It felt so good. It felt so good to know I had a huge home, nice car, and money. All I had to do for sexual pleasure is travel.
-3- Chicago
Another orgasm just washed over me. Caused in part by TJ’s cock inside me, but also me recalling my first trip as a black cock cheater to Chicago.
I never felt any greater pleasure than being on my knees, naked, the diamond earrings Preston bought me swaying back and forth, the pearl necklace Preston bought me around my neck, and the new diamond studded belly button ring covered in my drool that dripped off the big cock I was sucking.
He was a thug.
He was a few years younger than me, 21 or 22. I met him at the club. I danced on him, moving my butt on his crotch. It knew it wouldn’t long before I was removing my pretty white, $1000 dress, courtesy of my husband, and working his big, black dick, like the cheating slut I was.
He smelled like weed and alcohol. He was rude. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. I loved it.
I was fucking gagging on that dick. Gagging, and deep-throating it, all to his commands.
“Suck dat dick, baby. Get my cum out, bitch. That’s it. That’s it. Work dat nigga dick. Yeah.”
When he filled my throat with cum, he wasn’t done. He was just getting started. I’m not sure how he did, but he bounced me up and down on his cock for hours, not cumming. He grit his teeth, wincing with either pain or pleasure, tearing my pussy up.
“Open that pretty mouth, just like that,” He said, setting me on my knees before him. “Ahhh yeah,” he moaned, squirting his seed all over my tongue. I licked it up, then cleaned his cock.
“You a good bitch, real good,” he said, grabbing his things. “That’s some good pussy.”
“Hey, you got $20 I can borrow?” he asked.
I probably would never see him again. I shook my head and gave him something better – my diamond earrings for him to sell. I’m sure Preston would buy me more.
******
The next night I experienced a basketball player. After the photo shoot, the agency treated us to a Bulls game. They were playing the Knicks. None of them were clients of my husband.
I saw my target, I made my move, and just like them making baskets on the court, scoring points, I scored a 6’10” Bull that night.
I made sure I was wearing my wedding ring when I was sucking that monster cock at my hotel room later.
He was so, incredibly huge. I licked everywhere. I licked his balls, his shaft, what little of his cock I fit in my mouth, on up to his abs, chest, mouth.
He couldn’t fit it all inside me. He was far too long. But working and sucking on that big fucking dick, I got it ready for my ass.
I was on top, guiding it in, further and further. It’d been a few weeks since New York, but I was able to make it work. Like I said, my ass was made for black cock.
When he was finally in all the way, I could’ve sworn my belly budged out.
I wondered if he’d pull my guts out when he slid his cock out me, or damage me in some way. Sex with my husband was so vanilla anyway, he’d never notice something was wrong back there.
I squatted up and down as best I could on this big cock. The hotel bed shook with impact.
He sat up, hands on my ass, and assisted me. My feet were on the mattress and I kept squatting and squatting. I wanted his cum in my belly. I wanted to feel it move through my body.
It didn’t take long for him to finish. That was fine with me, I was exhausted.
I climaxed when I felt his cock spray inside my gut, my colon. So deep, so filling, I loved it.
When he was done, I fell on top of him.
“Thanks,” He said. “My wife never lets me take her back there.”
“You’re welcome,” I kissed him. “Maybe you’re too long for her pussy too?”
“I am. She usually sucks me off.”
“Good idea,” I felt his cock decrease in size. There wouldn’t be any damage from pulling it out. When it slithered out of my ass, I licked down his body, down to his cock.
I cleaned it for him. I tasted my insides on it. I tasted his cum. It was heavenly.
“Your husband, how long you been running around on him?”
“Not long,” I answered, popping his cock out of my mouth. “But I will be for as long as possible.”
-4- Miami
My sister, Sandrah, about 10 years older than me, picked me up at the Miami airport.
“New bag?” she asked looking my newest, expensive accessory Preston bought me.
“Yes. Hey, listen,” I said switching to our native Spanish. “There something I need to talk with you about.”
“Sure, anything,” Sandrah looked concerned.
That night after dinner, we were in her bedroom. I watched her change into her pajama shorts, leaving her thong on. Her ass was very similar to mine – delicious.
“So what would you like to talk about?” she asked, sitting next to me on her bed.
“Preston.”
“I see.”
“I’ve been cheating on him. Every time I travel for work. This is my third trip here recently. And I’m hoping to continue the trend by finding someone to cheat with.”
Sandrah nodded, “Well then, you came to the right place.”
I watched her get off the bed, opening her bedroom blinds, letting the setting sun stream into the room.
“There’s just one issue,” She said, walking to me, standing before me.
My eyes opened with shock, when I watched her turn around, her pull her shorts down, followed by her thong.
“See this?” she asked, referring to her bare ass.
“I do.”
“This is only for black men. It’s made for them. Yours is too, Suelyn.”
I watched her bend over, pry her butt cheeks apart, and inches from my face, show me her puckered asshole.
My mouth dropped when she was able to flex it, causing it to open slightly. She must love anal as much as I do.
I grabbed her butt cheeks and moved in closer, watching her asshole pucker and flex, wondering if I could do this.
She interrupted my trance by standing straight up. She handed me a small booklet.
“See that? That’s my little black book. I have around 20 black men that I regularly sleep with. Usually one is here every night. Since you’re now cheating on Preston. Why not do it with black men?” Sandrah casually suggested.
“I can have five men here within the hour,” She added.
I smiled wickedly at her. I stood, undressed, ran my hand through my sister’s hair. “I think that’d be a great idea.”
What a wonderful coincidence.
******
About eight of her “boys”, as she called them, showed up an hour later.
They were a mixed bunch. Most where thuggy types, a few others were suave, handsome, black men. But one thing they all had in common was their love for pussy. When they found out I was married, a few of them complimented my big diamond ring.
I could see hunger in their eyes. The way they told me I was pretty, ordered me to sit next to them, run their fingers over my dress, through my dark hair.
I looked to Sandrah. She was already naked with one, sucking his cock. Another joined in, penetrating her from behind. I had no idea my older sister was such a lover of black men. I wasn’t either until boredom, mixed with a drunken comment at a basketball game, sent me down this path.
It was an ongoing event. All night they took turns with me. I was on the couch, butt high in the air for them, and they took me – each one going for nearly an hour.
They grew impatient as the night went on. I started working two black cocks at once, sucking which ever cock was in front of me, while another had my married pussy.
Two became four. I was bouncing up and down on one, sucking another, and jacking off two more.
A few hours later, we were all getting exhausted. One of them was taking me from behind. I completely forgot how much I loved have them deeply embedded in my ass.
With my left hand, wedding ring on display, I reached behind and pried my butt cheek apart, revealing my puckered asshole to him.
He grunted and laughed. He knew what I wanted.
“Let me nut on yo ass,” he said, after several minutes of taking me anally.
I nodded and he pulled out, letting his thick, heavy manhood rest on the crack of my ass. I moaned when that warm, tasty semen landed on my asscheeks. I smiled, loving the feeling, loving the sounds of a black man cumming on me.
When he was done, I made sure to use my left hand to rub his seed into my skin. I licked my hand clean, leaving a little bit of semen on my wedding ring.
I joined my sister in the shower. “I’ve never been happier,” I said, throwing my arms around her shoulders.
She squeezed and slapped my ass. “You should’nt have married for money. You knew that older rich man wanted you as a trophy.”
“Yes.”
She massaged my tired, butt and back in the shower. “You’re right,” I added. “If it were for love, perhaps I wouldn’t be cheating like this to get pleasure I need.”
“What are you going to do, sweetie?” She asked, going to her knees, lathering my ass up with body wash. “Because this thing, this ass of yours, is made for them. Just like mine.”
I smiled as she peppered my butt cheeks with kisses.
“Keep cheating. I may need your help. I may need you to let me indulge myself here,” I said.
Sandrah gave my butt a playful lick, then licked all the way up my spine. She turned me around in the shower and kissed my cheek. “Be careful. Also, know that if and when you get caught, like I did, you can still have black men.”
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