The Rich Man's Married Whore

"How would you know what I need" she said in a whisper.

"All black men know when a white woman is hot for them. You started letting off pheromones when I walked in and it started making me hard." He said as he reached around the front of her and started to touch her clit. "I think this white pussy is just dripping wet wanting me inside you, right?"

"Yes" she softly moaned as he touched her.

"What does that pussy need?"

"Black cock." Cassandra whimpered her eyes glazed over as if she was in some type of hypnotic trance.

Now Cassandra could actually see his huge black manhood, and she thought her eyes would pop out. There was a bit of pre-cum oozing out the purple head, and she took her fingertip and rubbed it around. Thomas rolled his eyes back in his head and growled softly like a sleeping tiger that had just eaten a gazelle.

Cassandra was so hot and horny that she wanted to go down on him; she wanted to kneel at the altar of his manhood and receive the sacrament that she was so desperately craving. He must have sensed her thoughts because he gently took her by the shoulders, and positioned her so that her tongue could touch his long, stiff cock.

"Get down on your knees and take my cock. You need to get it good and ready for your pretty little white pussy." The words were bad enough by them self, but spoken with that British accent she nearly died and went straight to heaven right then and there.

She did as he said and was soon sucking on his large black wand. As Cassandra opened her mouth, she tried to take his penis in, but only the head would fit. He was that big. He was getting fully hard now and wanted to fuck her pussy. With both hands Cassandra rubbed it and massaged his balls, illuminating the image of his chocolate skin against her snowy white complexion, the contrast of their different skin tones together was truly a beautiful and erotic vision to behold.

She was so turned on now she couldn't wait to have his cock inside her. As she licked along the shaft of his penis she thought about how taboo this was. Cassandra's father was not a raving bigot but he had occasionally used the N word numerous times in the privacy of their own home when she was growing up. She had no doubt that he would go absolutely ballistic to know his only daughter was having sex with a black man not to mention what her anal retentive lily white husband would think if he knew, all of which made the whole situation even more exciting for her.

Thomas tipped her backward on the oversized bed as he began rubbing at her little wet pussy with his fingers, quickly finding her clit and massaging her. She cried out, arching her back and pushing her cunt into Thomas's talented long dark digits. He slid two of those fingers inside her pussy, massaging her clit with his thumb and kept up a good rhythm, finger fucking her as he sucked on her beautiful tits.

Her hands were busy as well, pumping on his cock applying pressure in all the right places to drive him mad with pleasure, massaging his member giving it all the undivided attention it so justly deserved.

Thomas then took his other hand and slowly inserted one finger into Cassandra's beautiful, tight ass. She began frantically humping Thomas's hands, sighing as he added another finger to her soaking wet pussy, and with her moaning as he added another to her ass.

He took his attention away from her tits to just watch the phenomenon of her beautiful cunt as his fingers slurped along inside of her. He removed his thumb from her clit, replacing it with his mouth, he scraped his teeth along her clit, and her body immediately began arching up to the heavens until her heels and her head were the only thing touching the bed while the rest of her body was floating up and gently ascending to paradise.

It was truly amazing what this skilled man could do to her, how he could play her body like the maestro at the philharmonic making it perform like a forty piece orchestra giving the concert of her life for a man who was truly a master at appreciating and manipulating a woman's body!

She simply could wait no longer; she knew she needed to have him and to have his seed inside her. She prayed he would appreciate the gift of her body as much she already appreciated the gift of his.

"Please," she moaned.

"Please what?" Thomas asked, lifting his face from her dripping snatch.

"Please give me your cock. I can't stand it any longer." She lamented.

"Do you think you can handle all this?" Thomas's eyes twinkled. "Have you ever had a cock in you his big?"

"I have never had one that big, but I'd sure like to try," Cassandra replied honestly. She had known that she would have to be nice and wet to even attempt to take him in, but she could feel her juices running down her thighs and there was a wet spot on the bed. If she wasn't wet enough now she never would be.

Thomas picked her up and lay down on the bed on his back.

Cassandra decided that she was going to do everything she could to take all he had. She had a dildo that she played with that was 12 inches long and she could take it all in, it was just the girth of this well hung man she didn't know about.

She would show him, though. She sat on his cock and let it slowly penetrate her sliding into her pussy an inch at a time. It didn't hurt at all, all she felt was a mild stretching sensation, and before she knew it she had taken him in 3/4 of the way.

She began to move up and down on his shaft, gradually descending downward until she had taken him in entirely and their pubic bones met. At that point she began to increase her speed, adoring the friction their bodies created between them. Wrapping her pussy around his cock they were both now joined, his body and hers were now one locked together in an ancient mating ritual between a man and a woman as old as the universe.

His eyes had closed as she had begun to move once she had him inside her all of the way.

"Oh, my God! Who are you?" He asked. "How is it that you can take me so easily?"

"Um, well, I guess I am just a very talented girl" she replied, and took the clips out of her hair, shaking it so that it came down over his chest like a silken curtain. She ran her fingers through his sparse curly chest hair and tweaked his dark nipples. He ran his fingers through her silky mane and took one of her nipples in his mouth.

He placed his hands on her hips to help her set the pace, speeding it up slightly, and adding a small circular motion so that his cock met all the sides of her pussy with equal intensity. She threw her head back as her pussy began contracting around his cock and making the friction even more intense, since he didn't stop thrusting.

He looked up at her and asked if she would mind a re-position, to which she replied that she would do anything for him. He bent her over the side of the bed and told her to hang on as he started to pound away at her. She felt him begin to press his cock in her very wet pussy. He started to pump her tight white pussy slowly. She reached down and began to rub her clit.

He wasted no time and started thrusting like he was keeping time to one of those rap songs with the hard pounding bass they were listening to earlier. He went deeper and deeper inside her, grunting with every thrust. His balls started to slap loudly against her ass. She started to groan in pleasure. They were making so much noise the neighboring rooms would have had no trouble hearing them.

Thomas rode her like a purebred mare, and Cassandra fingered her clit while he thrust his cock in and out. As Thomas told her he would probably shoot his wad up her tight cunt. She was overcome with horniness and told him to go ahead and pump his creamy cum into her. She wanted it.

She reared up, arching half off the bed. He clutched her tightly and held her close, smelling her, drinking in the aroused musky female scent of her. Gripping her hair, he forced her head back, persistent in his mastery of her soft, yielding body.

"Oh shit!" she panted with a startled half-cry surprising even herself as he plunged his manhood deep inside her. How could this excite her? How could this man, this powerful cruel brute of a man who was so forcefully dominating her, making her respond with such unbelievable intensity and passion wanting to surrender herself so completely.

Deeply penetrated, she cried out as the ecstasy increased inside her. She felt the tingle of release start deep inside her abdomen, the explosion of unbearable sensation that was now only seconds away from consuming her.

As he used her ruthlessly over and over again as she screamed out, thrashing and jerking underneath him, eruptions of pleasure blasting throughout her entire body. With each successive thrust she became wilder, clawing at the bed, bucking her hips back to meet him.

Her submission to him was fierce, primal, and savage. She responded to him, helplessly lost in the deluge of visual and physical sensations that could not be controlled but that she could only surrender herself to. She knew that begging for mercy was useless. She would be granted no leniency. Again and again he pounded her, as she became incoherent with her need and desire for her release and his.

She was moaning and whimpering by now, her pleasure circuits on a serious overload as she felt his immense cock in her pussy and his balls were slamming into her erect clit like and invading army beating down the door.

"Yeah girl, you like this dick don't you?"

"Yes! Give me that black dick!"

"What does that pussy need girl?"

"I need your black cock to fill me. Give me that seed."

The thought of him filling her pussy was what did it. He was soon about to do just that. He started pumping faster and she could tell that he was about to erupt as he was getting even harder!

"Oh, Shit, Baby, I am goanna cum. Do you want me to pull out?"

"Hell, no." she screamed. "I want to feel you're cum in my pussy."

No sooner had she said these words than she felt the spurts of his hot semen blasting away at her cervix as he let go. She felt a huge surge of warmth inside her. He pushed his balls deep and filled her up.

An electric jolt surged and radiated through her as she shudder uncontrollably from the pounding inflicted on her small, defenseless body. It was too much for her, she quickly began to orgasm, her pussy muscles milking every last drop of his hot baby seed that his massive black cock could provide.

She screamed and Thomas started to jerk and then he let out an indescribable primal moan. He collapsed on top of her.

Cassandra was in heaven, laying there beneath his beautiful dark body with him deep inside her; she had just been fucked better than she had ever been fucked in her entire life. A black man was lying on top of her, and his seed was inside her womb, just like she had fantasized about so many times.

She couldn't describe how much she relished that moment. She lay there exhausted knowing she had nothing left to give him, it was something she had never felt before, but the realization of it made her feel gratified and complete as women.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, and then Cassandra could feel his sperm oozing out her cunt hole and under her butt cheeks she said, "Well, that was quite a load." She groaned. "I'm lying here in a puddle."

They relaxed and talked about how she was his first white pussy and he was her first black cock, and how exciting that was. Cassandra said, "Well, if you'd like, we can do this a few more times whenever you are up here for business. Thomas looked up at her and said, "Aaah, a dream come true, you have a deal."

He stood up slowly and helped her to stand as well. He kissed her, their tongues mimicking the act that they had just finished. Eventually they put their clothes on and slipped out of the room and back to the party pretending like nothing had happened. The rest of the night she relaxed and remained out of sight, not circulating among the crowd just needing some time to recover and wanting to savor the experience.

Cassandra became very good at working these parties and Mr. Money Bags was very generous giving her more expensive gifts than she ever knew what to do with. After a while most of the men at these gatherings knew what her role was and all of them would jockey for position to be the one she selected and gave her private time to.

She made a special effort not to openly show any favorites, brushing off some of the ones she actually preferred for the less handsome looking guys that needed their ego stroked and that would increase her value to Mr. Money Bags. None of them was Prince Charming and but then again she was no Snow White either.

Her favorites knew who they were and they always came back for the next party and usually even more wanton in their desire to be with her. Even the younger married guys who were still trying to maintain their fidelity to their new brides would look at her and she could tell they were fantasizing about being with her. She could see the outline of their semi-erect penis protruding ever so slightly from their pants. She smiled knowing that if she brushed up against their crotch it would set them off like a volcano. She enjoyed knowing she had that kind of power over men. Even though she was there to entrain the guest and not to torture them, she still enjoyed lightly flirting and teasing them.

She had no illusions that all of them were essentially using her for their own sexual gratification, even so she got something she needed from each and every one of them too, and the experience had left her more satisfied than her boring good wife existence ever had. For the first in her life she really was the belle of the ball. Maybe she was trading her sexual favors for it but a least somebody wanted her favors and it was a hell of a lot more satisfying than the uninspired sex she had escaped from back in her martial bed.

Perhaps she was too cynical or maybe just too much of a pragmatist but she realized that when she stopped seeking a man's approval, when she didn't need their emotional approval or validation, and when she stopped chasing that fairy tale illusion of love and just focused on satisfying them in bed that her life was much less complicated and she finally was able to satisfy her own needs. Possibly she was just a bitch and no man could ever please her but that was the way she was built, and the way the real world worked at least for her.

Eventually she moved out of her little martial bungalow in the burbs into a high rise apartment with a view of the city that Mr. Money Bags had setup and paid for. Cassandra waited for husband to file for divorce but strangely he never did. She thought about it but then decided to leave things alone and avoid the drama.

She settled into her life as a kept woman. She never stopped wearing her wedding ring, for whatever reason it provided her some comfort at times but it mainly acted as a catalyst which ignited and magnified the intense erotic emotions she felt as she was flirting or having sex with those other men in her new life.

She liked to embrace the adultery and infidelity of being a cheating harlot breaking every rule that she had ever had force upon her. She felt no guilt, no shame, and certainly no pity for her husband. For her it was now just a cheap gold plated piece of costume jewelry that looked good on her hand as she was grasping another man's cock or even better when it was cover with another man's cum.

Cassandra would meet her husband for lunch every couple of months wearing very expensive and very sexy outfits designed to make him know how well her new life was going. She would occasionally let him kop a feel when she gave him a goodbye kiss letting him know that was all he would ever got from her even though they were still legally married. It wasn't your typical modern day love story but for her it was still better than the plain vanilla life she had been living before.

Maybe someday when she was older and tired of this life she would go back to the burbs, but not today. Her new life was like a steamy romance novel and even though she had no illusions that there would be no happy ending in the fairy tale sense of the word, still this was her novel and her own story with her as the star character and no matter how it might turn out she wanted to be there and know how it was going to end.