Becoming Black Owned

Delia was bent over, her chest against the mattress her arms bent at her sides and her cunt was dripping as she felt her husband's cock slipping in and out of her. He had quickened his pace due to her urgings to go harder and faster. After a few thrusts his once firm, long, powerful erection began to recede.

Sighing in defeat Carl withdrew his cock from her and sat back on his heels. She remained in position frustrated beyond belief needing release in the worst way. They had stroked each other until his erection was like steel. However, when he began to pump inside her with any sort of speed he deflated.

"I'm sorry baby," he said and rolled onto his back.

Delia rolled from her belly wondering if her vibrator had new batteries in it. "It's okay honey."

"Did you cum that time?"

"Yes." She lied. It had felt good while it lasted, but it wasn't enough to get her off. "Do you want me to get the lube, and get you going again?"

He shook his head. "No. Its okay. As long as you got off."

Carl sat up, twisted, and searched for his boxers. Standing, he tugged them up, and turned to her. "I have to mow the lawn before it gets too hot."

She nodded and watched him pull on some sweat pants and walk out of the room. Laying naked in their bed she waited until she heard the backdoor close. Sure that he was about to go do his chore she reached into the bedside table and got her vibrator.

Delia closed her eyes and turned the vibrator on low. She knew that Carl would be occupied for a few hours so she had time to really build herself up. She pressed the tip of the vibrator onto her clit and immediately the tingling shot through her body. She splayed her legs open and felt her wetness increasing as she pressed the vibration into her clit.

Her mind drifted to some erotic images she had seen on the internet. Then she pulled the vibrator away when her mind drifted to their neighbor, Emmett. She waited a few seconds before turning the vibrator up a notch and then placing it back on her clit. Her hips trembled and she envisioned Emmett's sculpted chest and chocolate abs. Delia's free hand went up to her milky white breasts squeezing it imagining it was Emmett's.

Panting, she pulled the vibrator away. Her pussy spasming in need, wanting to be stuffed again. Her mind filled with imagines of Emmett's pearly white smile, his dark brown eyes, and his brown skin. Turning the vibrator up one more notch she rested it against her clit again and couldn't stifle the moan that came from her.

Delia pulled her legs up and humped the vibrator. She imagined Emmett's pink tongue licking her clit. And pinched her nipple pretending it was his fingers that was rolling the perky pink nubbin between his long wide fingers. Rolling her his back and forth she loudly groaned teasing her clit with her vibrator. Just as she was about to explode in orgasm she pulled it away.

Keeping her eyes closed, she gasped for breath. Her mind pictured Emmett waving a finger at her telling her not to cum in his silky smooth deep voice. Licking her lips, feeling her orgasm slowly melting backward she turned her vibrator all the way up and slide it inside her dripping hole and squealed to herself.

Delia had never seen Emmett naked. She had only seen him shirtless and had caught a glimpse of what she thought was the outline of his cock. She imagined him to be thick, girthy, and so long she would beg for him to back off. She began pumping her vibrator in and out of her pussy imagining him on top of her, drilling her.

Writhing on her back in her marital bed, Delia brought herself to the edge of orgasm. Slamming her vibrator deep into her sex she screamed. "Emmett fuck me!"

Delia's entire body tightened, and the wave of orgasm shook her. She gurgled as she felt her pussy contracting over the toy that was buried deep inside her. Gasping for breath coming out of her haze from the orgasm she lay in the bed twitching for a moment.

Then there was the sound of her husband's throat clearing. Delia's eyes shot open and there was Carl standing at the foot of the bed. Horror in his eyes and Delia's cheeks turned red. Slurping the vibrator out of her cunt, and scrambling out of the bed she called after him as he stalked out of the bedroom.

"Carl wait!"

He stopped at the end of the hall and turned on heel back at her. She saw pain in his eyes. "Are you fucking him?"

She blinked several times and shook her head. "No baby. I swear I just."

"You just wish you were."

"No. I just - "

"You lied didn't you? I didn't get you off earlier. Why else would you need your toys?"

She hung her head. "Carl, I didn't want you to feel bad. You know, with your problem."

"Well you might as well just fuck him then!"

That argument was a month ago. Delia and Carl hadn't had sex since that morning. A week later they had a deep discussion about how Carl was not meeting her needs in bed. Last week he approached her and told her that he was willing to open their marriage. Delia had pled with him and apologized but he insisted. He wanted his wife satisfied.

So they came up with a plan. Delia had flirted with Emmett a few days and then invited him for dinner. Carl would get a call from work and have to leave, leaving her alone to seduce Emmett. It was the perfect plan. At first, Delia had felt guilty about it. However, her excitement began to grow when Carl sat at the foot of their bed and had her parade through their bedroom in outfits meant to tempt their neighbor.

Her husband picked out a blue mini skirt with fishnet thigh highs. He then selected a black later top to go with it. He told her to wear black pumps. Delia picked the diamond earrings her husband had bought her for their first anniversary. She said she wanted something of his with her when she did this. He seemed proud of her. He admired her form when she twirled in front of him, all made up, hair done, and pretty for their neighbor.

For a brief second Delia thought she saw hunger and lust in her husband's eyes. Her pussy was slick with the idea that she would be getting fucked. Carl had told her not to wear panties. Delia straddled her husband allowing the skirt to rise up and felt his erection rest against her bare slit.

"Carl! You're hard!" She exclaimed in excitement. Part of her was thrilled that her husband had finally gotten an erection from looking at her. The other part of her was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to fuck Emmett.

Her husband grabbed her hips and rocked her over it. "I know baby."

Delia felt his hardness rubbing her growing clit and moaned. Then to her shock she felt his cock begin to deflate. She pulled away from him and saw him hang his head in defeat. He rose from the bed and walked toward their bedroom door.

"We better get dinner ready."

Emmett arrived with a bottle of wine. Delia opened the door to welcome him and saw the shock in his eyes at her attire. She had always dressed rather conservatively around the neighbors. This would be a first that he would see her so overtly sexual. Licking his lips she watched his dark eyes drink her in, going from her feet up to her breasts and stopping.

All through dinner Delia rubbed her foot over Emmett's shin. When the meal was complete Delia began to clear the dishes and was startled when she felt Emmett's large hand firmly grip her right ass cheek. Immediately her cheeks flushed and her pussy clenched.

Delia's blue eyes went to her husband who sat across from Emmett and was staring at her. The hunger back in his eyes. The plan had been that he would get a call. The plan had been that her husband wouldn't be here to watch this.

"What's the matter Delia?" Emmett asked as he began to squeeze her ass cheek massaging her flesh behind the skirt.

She was frozen in shock. Her eyes remained on her husband. Why wasn't he stopping this? This wasn't the plan.

"Oh Carl didn't tell you? He confessed his plan to me."

"What?" Delia's eyes widened and she turned. Emmett's hand slid over her hip and now rested just above her sex over her skirt.

Emmett's dark brown eyes sparkled. "Your poor little white boy told me he wanted me to fuck your sweet white pussy. I said I would only do it if he watched."

Delia opened and closed her mouth. She looked from one man to the other. She didn't know what to say. However, her body responded to the suggestion by getting her nipples hard and her pussy began to slicken.

Emmett's thumb pressed into her sex through the mini skirt and he smiled looking up at her. "You like the idea as much as he does. Now get on your knees."

"What?"

Emmett rose from his seat. His hand still pressing into her sex and her body flared in arousal and heat. He towered over her and stood just inches from her. She couldn't help it, the image combined with his hand stimulating her sex caused her to moan.

"Get on your knees white bitch." He hissed.

Whimpering, Delia fell to her knees on her kitchen floor. Her face just inches from Emmett's crotch. She turned her head and was shocked to see Carl rubbing his crotch though his pants.

Emmett's big hand went into her hair and grabbed a fist full close to her scalp. He turned her head back to him. His other hand began to undo his pants and she gasp when his large thick black meat flopped in her face. He was semi-erect and uncut. The thickness was like nothing she had ever seen before. She couldn't believe that at half mast, Emmett's cock was twice the size of Carl's. She shuddered at the idea of that stretching her pussy.

"Do what white bitches meant to do," Emmett commanded.

Delia only hesitated for a moment. Her sex dripped between her thighs at the thought of tasting him. Licking her lips she began to run her tongue over the bit of skin that was concealing his cock head. With a growl Emmett pushed her head down with his hand in her hair and her throat was soon filled with his length. Her mouth was stretched; she thought her lips would split, trying to take his thickness in her mouth.

Soon the eroticism of sucking such a massive cock filled her and she was pumping her head back and forth working her cock to full erection. She heard him moan and it sent tingles through her body. Soon his hand on her head released and she looked up at him watching her. Their eyes met just as she slipped his cock deep in her throat and began to gag on him.

He smiled, "See Carl. A big black cock will get into your wife's throat. Make her gag."

"Yes Sir." Delia couldn't believe the sensual docile tone in Carl's voice.

"Swallow that cock wifey," Emmett groaned thrusting forward causing Delia to retch. She thought she would vomit as he forced more of himself into her throat.

Emmett reached down, placed his hands in Delia's armpits and pulled her to her feet. Swiftly he bent her over, pushing her chest down onto the kitchen table and stood behind her. Delia spread her thighs and her heart was racing. She was about to get fucked by her black neighbor while her husband watched.

Emmett grabbed her blond hair and turned her head. "No no. You got to watch him. You have to see your husband jerk it while I fuck that sweet white pussy. You're going to tell him how good it feels. You hear me?"

Delia whimpered. Initially in shame that he was speaking to her that way an then in shame that she was so turned on by the idea of her husband watching her get fucked by a black man. She felt the sting first, heard the crack next, and then her ass jiggled. Emmett had just slapped her ass. She groaned as her pussy clenched wanting so much to be filled with his long thick member.

"I said, did you hear me?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes what?" Emmett's hand came down on her ass again. This time Delia jumped and moaned loudly.

"Yes Sir."

With one swift movement she felt his cock head pressed against her slick opening. Then he slammed himself inside her. Delia squirmed and screamed with the feeling of fullness. His cock buried so far inside her she felt her cervix move. Reaching her arms up, Delia gripped the opposite edge of the table. She felt her pussy ripple over the thick cock inside her. She had never felt so full. She had never been taken so roughly.

Emmett began to pound into her. He was hard and like steel. His sock pulsed and twitched inside her. She was in heaven. Then his hand came down again. The sting went straight to her clit and she squealed.

Her eyes locked on her husband's, "Carl he feels so thick." She didn't know what to say but saw her husband had pulled his white cock out and was fisting it.

Carl's eyes appeared to be glazed over but he was intently watching as her pussy was pummeled by the black rod pistoning in and out of her. Another slap to her ass and she arched her back.

"Has Carl ever fucked you this good?" Emmett asked.

Delia shook her head. "No Sir, no. Carl's cock is so small."

"You're going to cum soon aren't you, you white bitch."

"Goood yes Sir." Delia lowered her body back down onto the table. She had begun to buck back against his brutal fucking. Her pussy getting tighter as she heard his cock slurping in and out of her. She was so wet. She was never this wet with Carl.

"Carl, if she cums first, you ain't cumming man. Remember our rule. You want me to rail your wife, what you gotta do?"

Carl was feverishly fisting his cock which was harder than Delia had ever seen it before. "Sir, I must stroke myself to you fucking her. I have to cum before her. If I don't I never get to fuck her again Sir."

Delia was shocked. What had Carl agreed to do? She began to tremble as Emmett's cock stroked her g-spot. She closed her eyes and was lost in the sea of sensations. Her pussy stretched wide taking each inch of the black cock inside her. Her uterus being jammed up into her insides because he was over ten inches in length. Delia's knees soon buckled.

"She gonna erupt white boy Ready to give your wife's tight white pussy to a black man?"

"Sir yes Sir," the desperation in Carl's voice sent Delia over the edge. And she screamed. She screamed Emmett's name. She screamed and her pussy clenched around the full length of black cock inside her.

With a loud grunt Delia felt her insides being showered with Emmett's cum. She was still riding her own wave of orgasm as his cock began to pulse and squirt within her. The movement inside her the growth of his cock caused her orgasm to continue.

She was still gasping for breath when Emmett pulled out of her. She twitched a few times then heard a snapping fingers sound. She was surprised to feel the warmth and softness of a tongue on her sex. She groaned and opened her eyes. Carl's seat was empty.

She turned her head and watched as Emmett returned to his seat smiling evilly. "That's it white boy. You lick that black seed from your wife's cunt. She black owned now. This is the only way you gonna' sample her nectar from now on. After I have seeded her."

Delia's sex still sensitive from her orgasm and the fucking she got, pulsed as her husband's tongue eagerly lapped at all the wetness. She felt his tongue slide into her hole and swirl around. She wasn't sure if he was trying to please her or get all of Emmett's cum.

Emmett reached out and stroked her cheek as her husband continued to lick at her folds. His tongue danced over her clit and Delia jerked on the table. Emmett's thumb went over her bottom lip and he looked her deep in the eye.

"You a black owned white bitch now. That's my pussy. Your husband is going to lick my cum from you every time I use you. And I will be using you. Do you understand?"

Delia nodded and then her orgasm hit her. It wasn't as hard as the one from her fucking but it still caused her to twitch and gasp. After she was done she felt her husband lean back away from her.

Panting, her chest on the table, her legs spread wide Delia began to come out of the sex haze of what had just happened to her. She felt a hand on her side pulling her up. She stood for a moment and wobbled. Emmett placed his hands on her shoulders pushing her down onto her knees.

She looked at Carl who's head was hanging. His face glistening with a mixture of her arousal and Emmett's cum. She blushed for him. Emmett's hand brushed her cheek and she looked up at him. He was stroking Carl's cheek as well. Emmett smiled down at the two of them.

"I now own a white couple. The two of you are mine. Carl is not to fuck that twat Delia. It is mine. And he cannot cum without my permission and from now on, neither can you. Do you two understand?"

"Sir yes Sir," they said in unison.