tagInterracial LoveAmy's Story Ch. 02

Amy's Story Ch. 02

byventurer15©

Dear reader, this is the sequel to Amy's Awakening, a true story relating the experience of a couple as they discover and explore interracial sex.

Amy's Story Part 2: Amy's Surrender

I woke up still glowing from the previous night even though my vagina and jaw were sore from James' huge cock.

I had the fantasy for such a long time; it was hard to believe that I actually got to live it out! Best yet, my husband Mark was elated, and I was so glad to have such a great and understanding husband!

Actually the previous night was even better than my fantasies could have allowed. The sex was incredible! It was so much more intense than I ever imagined it could be. When James was fucking me, it was sensory overload. I had no idea what would happen. I also had to admit there were some definite thoughts and emotions that were very confusing and at the same time very exciting! I felt so much pleasure and ecstasy when he was fucking me that I would have agreed to just about anything just so he wouldn't stop!

I just remembered cumming so much, loving the feel of his black cock in my mouth and pussy. When he first entered me, it hurt because he is so thick. I didn't think I was a black cock slut yet, but I certainly behaved like one the previous night!

It was like I had no inhibitions and yes, the orgasms were very intense. I think it was the thickness of his cock. He was longer than Mark, I even felt him near my cervix; no one had ever been so deep before! But it was how thick he was that made me cum so hard and feel so full! It was amazing!

I also loved how he spoke dirty to me as he fucked me, asking me how I liked his big black cock, making me say that I was a white slut for nigger cock, telling me that I was his bitch! I was proud that I was his bitch and wanted him to fuck me harder and I begged him to. I felt I needed to be submissive to James. It made me feel sexy, and there was something about giving myself to him that made me feel something amazing I just couldn't explain.

It's funny, for the longest time I looked down on women who dressed or acted slutty, but after being with James I understood why they do it! It is fun to be bad! I was kind of surprised when the white girlfriend of James' friend met us wearing that "Bitch" t-shirt. After a night with James, I understood. I no longer regarded the terms "bitch" or "slut" to be negative anymore. A week before I never even uttered the word "nigger", but after being with James, he and his friend used it so frequently, it just rolled off the tongue. I loved the idea that he brought out the slut in me. Isn't that bad? I had become his white bitch!

Oh, and what a specimen of a man James was. I figured that if you are going to have a black man for a lover, you might as well have one that is built like a god. James was muscular, but not overly so, tall, handsome and dark. I got wet just thinking about it! It was driving me crazy. Nobody had any idea how badly I wanted James again; I was starting to think that I was addicted, because all I could think about was being a slut for a big black cock!

Yes, that was it; he was my black Adonis.

I felt that we were meant to be together. I think most women are wired to be submissive to a dominant alpha male, but many are afraid to admit that to themselves because society has said that they shouldn't. Who is more dominant than a large, powerful black man? They just have this presence about them that is amazing. And while I love Mark—he is my husband and, along with my children, the most important thing in my life—I realized that after my experience of the previous night, there was a special bond between James and me that I could not deny. While I knew I'd always enjoy lovemaking with Mark, with James it was different. He carried me to a level of sexual ecstasy that Mark simple was not physically capable of matching. James unleashed in me something totally different. I just needed him so badly; I wanted to please him so much!

I couldn't stop thinking about James. It hurt not to be near him, and I was thinking about calling him just to hear the mellow, baritone sound of his voice. I really wanted to get together with him again that weekend. It wasn't just the amazing sex; it was how I felt when I was with him, dressing sexy for him, dancing with him, being held in his strong black arms, having others see me with him. I know that sounds like a silly teenage girl, but I couldn't help it. I didn't think I could say that I was in love with James, but certainly I was in lust with him!

When I was getting fucked by James last Friday night I was in a state of so much pleasure and ecstasy that I would have agreed to just about anything just so he would keep fucking me! I was so confused at that point, but on the other hand, it was all good! I forced myself to let things settle down and discuss my feeling with Mark before I called.

Mark and I had a very frank discussion that Monday night. I told him, "Mark I think I'm in lust with James. I can't get Friday night out of my mind. The whole thing was so erotic. I loved the hot sex between James and me and that I loved everything about it. I loved being James' bitch! He made me feel so sexy and desirable."

Mark responded, "I am amazed that it ever happened. I was also surprised how much you enjoyed it. It was incredibly erotic. I loved watching you, and I'm proud of you for having the courage to go through with it. I'm just happy that you enjoyed it as much as you did. I think you're incredibly sexy just for doing it. It is so hot to have a sexy wife who is becoming more sexually uninhibited!"

I asked him, "Is it alright with you if I continued to see James?"

He replied, "Hell yes, if that is what you want."

I added, "I might get together with James by myself sometime, if that is OK with you?"

His answer was, "I'm OK with that, as long as we keep things honest and in the open, and you never lie to me about your relationship with him."

I felt so lucky; I had a great husband whom I loved and a big black stud to give me incredible sex. What more could a girl ask for? Mark enjoyed seeing me be submissive to a black man; it is such a turn on for him. I planned be the best slut I could be for James, because I figured if I did that, it will please both my men.

I did have to admit to myself that I also felt a little insecure. James could have any woman he wanted, but it was with me he chose to spend last Friday night. I'm six years older than he, and my body wasn't what it was when I was in my twenties and before two children.

I know he finds it attractive to be fucking another man's white wife. It also pleased him, that for him, I'm a wanton slut. I realized that if I was to keep his interest, I would have to be the best white bitch and slut I could be. By doing that, I hoped that he would crave more! I knew I wouldn't know what the boundaries would be until I came to them, but I'd had already crossed ones that I never thought I would! I wondered where this would lead.

After my serious discussion with Mark, I called James and he agreed to meet me at the mall for lunch to talk about where we might be going with this thing.

We met at the food court and had a quick bite to eat. We talked and we agreed that we had a great time together on Friday, that the sex was amazing. I told him that I definitely wanted to see him again and that I wanted to be his bitch. He smiled when I said that and he said that he would like that too.

I also told him that Mark was my husband and that he couldn't ask me to betray him or lie to him in any way. I said that there would be times that Mark would be there, and if he didn't like that then the whole thing was off, and he was OK with that. I asked him if he had any girlfriends and he smiled again and said that there were a few women he saw from time to time. I told him that he couldn't fuck me without a condom until he was tested, and he said we would figure something out.

We didn't have that much time because we both had to get back after about one hour, but we did a little shopping which was very great. We found a store that had some sexy outfits and he picked out a small white t-shirt for me that said "porn star" on it, and I found a little black mini-skirt to go with it. I didn't find a pair of shoes that I liked, but I had found a website that has some really slutty shoes, so I figured I could pick something from there.

We did get a few looks from some people at the mall which made me feel naughty! People had no trouble seeing my wedding ring and that James wasn't wearing one. On top of that, there we were buying slutty clothing.

Anyway, before we left, I was so wet and horny that I walked back to James' car with him. As I got in with him, he questioned, "You here to suck some nigga cock, bitch?"

"I'm here to suck my nigger's cock," I replied as I fished his penis out of his pants.

All the time as I worked on him, he was saying, "it feel real good to have a white slut sucking on my nigga cock" or "that's it, suck your nigga's cock bitch" or "you such a good cocksucker, you love sucking black cock, don't you?"

When we're just talking, James talks normally, but during sex, he uses street language and his words made me even hornier.

And all the while I was sucking him, he was fondling my tits.

One time he said, "You love sucking my black dick so 'cause you my white bitch, ain't you?"

All I could do was nod my affirmation, but how my heart jumped when he called me HIS white bitch.

When he came, I was able to swallow most of his cum, with only a little dribbling on my chin and blouse, making a little mess. I had come to crave the slightly salty taste of his semen.

I loved feeling his cock in my mouth; I loved its musky scent. I missed it and I loved sucking him off right there in the parking lot in broad daylight. I had never imagined I would do such a thing, but on the spur of the moment, I just did it. I had to admit it; I had become a full-blown slut for black cock!

Later that night, after the kids were in bed, I put on the slutty outfit James helped me pick out. I modeled it for Mark. That's when I told him about sucking James off in the parking lot. He got so horny; we had some great sex.

It is so wonderful being able to share it all with Mark. There was no one else I could talk to about it. It would scandalize everybody else I knew so much. I couldn't imagine my friends' husbands letting them go black.

The mall was so exciting; I couldn't wait for the weekend. I was so horny for James and wanting to feel his cock inside of me. I thought of James all of the time, being with him, pleasing him, just being his slut. I just hoped that Mark would continue to stay OK with all of it and it didn't get too far out of hand. It scared me sometimes to think of how much I had changed in so short a time.

I decided not to wear panties that next Friday night; it felt so bad not wearing panties with a short skirt, and I was tired of being the good girl, and wanted to be real bad. To keep things interesting, I decided not to tell Mark ahead of time. I think teasing the husband is hot, showing off in front of him, that kind of thing. You only go through this crazy thing called life once, so you might as well live it to the fullest and try not to have too many regrets.

Friday night finally arrived. As we walked to the door of the club where we were to meet James, I thought of just how much my life had changed in two weeks. It was only two Fridays ago that I had nervously accompanied Mark into a dance club full of white people with the thought that I might possibly dance with a man other than my husband.

Two weeks later, I was calmly walking into a predominantly black club dressed as a wanton slut. It was a club that catered to white women craving black sex. I smiled to myself as I thought how surprised Mark would be when I whisper to him that I wasn't wearing panties. I thought how sexy and vulnerable I would feel in a club filled with rutting Negro bucks. And I savored how pleased I would make James when he discovered my little secret.

I was feeling pretty confident as we walked into the club. Just as we entered, I told Mark that I was naked under the slutty little outfit I wore. The shocked look on his face was priceless. I saw James near the bar and went right over to him and I kissed him. The kiss was very long, deep and passionate. It was hot to kiss him in public like that in front of my husband and others, and mmmmmm it was so good to feel his sexy body again.

Dancing with James, almost exposed as I was, was very hot. Just to be out with no panties, very liberating and slutty. It didn't take long before I was wet.

We danced for about a half hour or so before James said, "We've been here long enough. I'm going to take you to my place so I can fuck my white bitch." Sweeter words I'd never heard.

Mark and I had previously agreed that we would go to James' place if it felt right, and it sure felt right to me. I rode in James car and Mark followed us.

I slid next to James and wasted no time getting his cock out and began sucking on it as he drove. Goddamn, I love sucking that monster cock. He played with my tits until I said, "Reach down between my legs."

I delighted in the feel of his hand as he placed it first on my thigh then slid it up under my mini skirt until he discovered my naked pussy.

"Damn, you sure a horny white bitch!" he exclaimed as he began working two fingers inside me.

As Mark followed in our car, I continued sucking James as he finger fucked me and drove. Soon I started to cum, not explosively the way I cum from his thick cock, but in pleasant little "pops" that center on my clit and then tingle their way across my body, like stones leave wakes in still waters. It was oh so pleasurable, but it also made me even hornier, longing for the gut wrenching orgasms I knew I would soon be experiencing.

In about 15 minutes, we were at James' house. He hadn't cum and I was horny as hell. Mark followed us inside what was a small house, nice, clean and very masculine.

We had only walked through the door when James made it known he wanted me naked, "Take off your clothes, bitch."

James sat on the couch and watched. Mark didn't say anything as I gladly slipped of the miniskirt and top and stood there just in my heels.

James called me to him, "Come here you little white whore!"

As I walked over to him, he slapped my ass hard enough to leave a stinging red welt from his hand and said, "Suck my black, nigga cock, bitch."

Of course I quickly got on my knees, took out his cock and began running my tongue around the head. I loved how my saliva made his dark cock even blacker. I engulfed as much of his penis as I could and sucked it as deeply into my mouth as I could manage. As I sucked and licked his beautiful thick cock, James disrobed. Then I lay across James' lap on the coach while Mark sat across from us, watching and stroking his cock. Every now and then, James would slap my ass again and tell me what a slut for black cock I was.

Mark came watching us, but James held back.

James got up after a little bit and surprised me when he came back from another room with some pot. He offered some to Mark, but he just said no thanks.

James started smoking as I continued sucking him. Then he offered me some. I guess I was caught up in the moment and accepted.

I took the "bone" as James called it and tried it. I had never smoked anything at all before, and as a result, I hacked and coughed at the very first toke.

It took a little time to get the hang of it, taking a hit and holding it.

Soon I was mellow and light-headed. I also felt so sexy and bad, smoking weed and sucking on a big black cock in front of my husband. What a rush!

I could tell from the way Mark looked at me that he was shocked. Knowing me for as long as he had, he knew that I am not much of a drinker and had never tried drugs; I was always the "good girl."

But I didn't want to be a good girl that night. I was definitely mellowed out and didn't care. We continued that for a while, me sucking James, him smoking the bone and every once in a while he would give it back to me and I would smoke some.

The whole situation made me so horny, alternating my sucking his cock and smoking pot, having my husband watching me, just being a nasty slut! I felt very submissive when James smacked my ass. He was definitely showing both Mark and me that I was his, and that turned me on so.

After a while, James said, "Bitch we're goin' ta the bedroom; I'm gonna fuck you."

As he led me toward his bedroom, Mark started to follow. Turning to Mark, James said, "I want to be alone with your whore wife, and the slut wants to be alone with me."

Mark began to protest, "I really want to watch you fuck her."

James responded, "Too bad, I don't want you in there!" and glared at him. Mark backed off.

I said nothing; I didn't think it my place, but I was so excited that James was making a claim on me.

When we were in the bedroom with the door closed, he said, "Git on all fours bitch. I'm goin' ta fuck you like a dog. I won't be wearin' no fucking rubber either. If you wanna feel my nigga cock inside you, it's going to be my bare, black cock inside your bare white pussy. Tell me you want me ta fuck you bare bitch!"

I was scared, but so damn, fucking horny that I didn't care! I had to feel him inside me, filling me up!

Needing to have that big black cock, I said, "I'm your white slut, I want you to fuck me bare."

He didn't penetrate me slowly as he did the first time; he just positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy and plunged in as deeply as he could. I was so horny and wet; there was no pain as there was the first time. I guess I was still stretched out from last week too.

Then fucked me so hard.

He grabbed my hair and slapped my ass a few more times as he punished my pussy with his long, thick cock.

It was the best sex of my life.

The entire experience was just incredible, feeling him inside me, his big huge cock filing me, stretching me, the pot, being alone with him.

Almost from his first stroke, I was overwhelmed by those incredibly strong, continuous orgasms that only a thick black cock can give me.

I was moaning so loudly I was sure Mark had no trouble hearing my ecstasy, and all the while James was slapping my ass and calling me his bitch, whore and slut, and I was answering that I was HIS bitch, whore and slut, and calling him MY nigger.

I was crying out, "Fuck me harder, you nigger!"

He was happy to oblige as he started ramming into me as hard as he could, yelling, "You' such a fucking white slut!"

Then James slowed his pace, pushed as deep into me as he could, and moaned loudly as I felt him shoot his big, hot load inside me. He was filling me up with his black seed.

After he was done pumping cum into me, he pulled out and commanded, "Suck my nigga cock clean and git me hard again."

He lay on the bed and I lay next to him so I could take him into my mouth. It was a different taste and smell with both of us on his cock, but I didn't mind. Actually, I was excited to do it.

I licked his cock and balls until I had consumed all our mingled cum. He lifted up at his hips, and as I was sucking his balls he said, "Move your tongue ta my asshole an lick it."

I hesitated for a moment but went ahead and did what he commanded. I had read some stories about women doing it, and I so wanted to please him.

He was very clean and it was fun hearing how much pleasure I gave him as I ran my tongue along the crack and then into his asshole which tasted just a little acrid.

He then got on this knees and I got behind him so I could lick him some more and pump his cock at the same time; he really liked that.

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