Happy To Be Me

James wanted me to rule him.

I wanted white men to rule me. To fuck me. To use me in the most vile and perverted ways. And I wanted them to do it because they wanted to and they could, not because they knew it was something I would like. I wanted them to subject me to any perverse thrill they desired and, likewise, Alex's father wanted me to do the same to him. The problem was that I didn't understand it and didn't know how to respond. He couldn't tell me for the same reason I never told white men how I wanted them to treat me, he wanted me to make him do the nasty and perverted things I desired because they were what I desired. He wanted to worship me and needed to be commanded to do obscene things that would both humiliate him and give me pleasure. That I didn't understand that when we were married is something I regret to this day.

"I've always suspected that Alex took after his father in that way. When he brought you home with him, you were so prim and proper I thought he was going to be disappointed when he found himself stuck in a marriage with a woman who could not provide him with what he really wanted. But here you are, so I guess he knew exactly what he was doing."

Dina smiled warmly, and I actually felt comforted.

"So his desire isn't just to have me fuck a white guy, he wants me to treat him like shit?" I asked frowning.

"Yes and no. It's a fine line. He wants to be dominated by you, but only to the point that you enjoy doing so."

"And what if my true sexual nature is nastier than he suspects?"

Dina shrugged.

"Like I said, it's a fine line. But the main thing is that it's up to you to dictate what happens. At this moment you have a lot of decisions to make. First of all, you have to choose whether you want to be a black woman who occasionally enjoys white dick or if you want to be a full fledged nigger bitch," she said.

"What's the difference?" I asked.

"Well, in one way a black woman wants to keep things on the down-low and be discreet about the acts. With the nigger bitch, though, she craves white cock and doesn't care who knows it. She loves it when a white man treats her like the hot pussied black whore she is and calls her things like 'a nigger whore, a fucking black cunt, a nasty chocolate slut, and other degrading names. My personal favorite is when I'm fucking a white guy with a big cock and he spits in my face before telling me that nigger pussy is meant for white dick. I always cum so hard when that happens," she replied. Her eyes narrowed gaugingly and a nasty smile appeared on her face. "If I was to guess, I'd bet you will be a nigger bitch. I'll bet that, just like it happened with me, from the first moment the head of a white cock enters your black twat you will instantly become a white cock slut."

"Why do you say that?"

Her smile became even more lewd.

"Because you heard the man talking about you like you were a black piece of ass that he could have at will and call you a nigger bitch, and right now your pussy is soaking wet at the thought of him fucking you. What do you think that means?"

After a long conversation with my mother-in-law I returned home with a more clear perspective of what I was dealing with. We had discussed the social and familial effects of becoming a hot wife, especially as it was relative to black women who indulged in inter-racial pleasures. She explained some of the hardships that I would have to be prepared to endure if people found out I was fucking white men. She informed me that I could lose close friendships and that family might stop speaking to me. She then told me the options available for handling that situation.

"If those close to you become aware of your extra-marital activities on their own, through rumor or accidentally happening to be somewhere that you are spending time with your lover, that would be the worst. The reason that would be bad is because they would justifiably feel deceived and you would be caught at a disadvantage when they confront you. On the other hand, if you just come out with it and let your freak flag fly, you may be hurt by some of their responses, but you'll be prepared for it.

"And I should warn you. Being a cumdump for white cock is not an easy thing for every black girl to do. Sure, the sexual thrills are off the chain, but the idea of it is disgusting to a lot of people, both black and white. You have to be able to completely release that nigger slut inside you and let her rule you. If you can't do that you will always be subject to the emotional pains of guilt, disappointment, shame, ect., that other people will try to inflict upon you."

Her advice as to how I should handle each man was surprising in its simplicity. She said that I should use both men for my pleasure and treat both men in opposite ways. She stated that when I was with white men I should be the total white cock loving nigger whore but when I was with my husband I should be the perverse queen bitch.

"For the most part, you should treat Alex the way that white men treat you. Enjoy yourself and do all of those nasty things with your husband that you once were afraid to consider because you feared how he would respond. And here is something you might find especially useful in the way of advice. If your white lover suggests that you do something to your husband, do it. Your white lover will like knowing that you do the humiliating and nasty things to Alex that he has told you to, and Alex will love it too."

By the time I arrived back home I had made up my mind that I was going to fuck Darius, but I didn't just jump into that fire. First, I had to test the waters with both men. With Darius the first thing I did was tell him that I'd overheard his conversation about me in the supply room. I asked him if he meant what he said, or was he just having a macho masculine moment with some associates. He didn't blink at all and told me he meant every word of it.

"If you want the complete truth," Darius said. "I think you're a hot little nigger bitch and if I had my way I'd be fucking you full of cum every day. I'd be fucking you every day because, after the first time, you'd be begging me to fill your black cunt with white cock at every opportunity."

That night, I told Alex about my conversation with Darius and let him know that it had made me so aroused my pussy had been dripping wet ever since. I told him that I was really in need of a good fucking and when he got undressed and joined me in bed I told him to put on a condom. As we had never used them before, I knew he didn't have one and there were none in the house. I made him get dressed and go out to the drugstore to purchase some. When he returned I had him put one on before we had sex. He asked me why I wanted him to wear a condom and I reminded him that I wasn't on the pill then told him, in a very aroused and seductive voice, that I didn't want to take the chance that he might make me pregnant if he came inside me.

"The next time I feel a man cum inside me I will be fucking a white man with a big white dick," I said in a husky purr.

I didn't mean it, but after I said it I realized just how hot the thought was. Recalling that my mother-in-law had given birth to several inter-racial children, I wondered if what Darius had said about black women wanting to be impregnated by white men was true. More importantly, I began to wonder if what he had said about me was true. If Dina was to be believed it was. And, if the way my pussy had erupted into a flaming pit of desire when I'd spoken those words to Alex was any indication, the idea of doing such a taboo thing was an added source of sexual pleasure.

While Alex was fucking me, I kept imagining it was Darius. The fantasy began shortly after Alex entered my dripping snatch and I came instantly, gripping my husband tight and humping my pussy up at his eight inch black dick. I came again, swiftly on the heels of the previous climax, as I envisioned Darius looking down at me with triumphant eyes as he fucked me. It was then that I had an idea of something I could do to test Alex's commitment to me and acceptance of me fucking white men. Continuing to hold him tight, I began to undulate beneath him in the most obscene fashion. I fucked him like the hottest whore, making my pussy grip and suck at his throbbing black prick as I humped and swirled my hips beneath him. I had never been so completely uninhibited when we had sex in the past and I knew he was wondering what had come over me. Putting my lips close to his ear, I whispered the answer to him.

"Fuck me Darius. Take me, baby. Fuck my horny, black pussy hard and deep with your big white dick," I murmured heatedly in my husband's ear. "Oh yeah. I love it. I love the way your cock feels inside me. Oh, oh, ohhhh! You're fucking me so goooooodddd."

It was a mean and nasty thing to do, but it was also so hot that neither one of us could stand it. I didn't know that I possessed such a sadistic nature until I said those words. The moment they flowed from my lips, I realized just how maliciously hurtful they were and that I meant them to be degrading and to cause him emotional pain. The effect on both of us was tremendous. My saying those words made us both climax, my juices spilling out around the base of his embedded black shaft and his cum flooding the space at the tip of the condom.

Things between me and both men gradually changed over the next two weeks. When I would go to work, Darius would sneak surreptitious caresses of my body that grew bolder and bolder with each passing day. When I showed up for work on the day following our conversation about what he'd said about me, I was straightening some papers at a table in the hallway when he casually slid his arm around my waist and glided his hands across my belly to my side. The act caused my pussy to tingle with desire and a rush of wetness to spill into my panties. On the next day, when I didn't complain about what he had done, he cornered me in a conference room for less than half a minute. He pushed me forward until the front of my body was pressed against the wall and the front of his body was pressing against me from behind. I could feel the hardness of his throbbing cock against my back and I became so sexually aroused by it that it was all I could do not to rub myself back against that massive column of pulsing manmeat.

"You know you want it, nigger bitch," he whispered. His hand moved around to cup my breast through my dress. "You want white cock. And even if you won't admit it to yourself, your hot, black cunt is telling you just how true it is."

The next twelve days that passed were filled with similar moments between us. At work, whenever there was a moment when he saw he could get away with it, Darius would sneak a quick feel of my ass or tits and remind me that he wanted to fuck me like a nigger bitch deserved to be fucked. At home, I would tell Alex of what occurred during my interactions with Darius and make him eat my pussy while I did so.

"Just think, all I have to do is give in to his advances and whenever you eat my pussy you will know that you are putting your tongue where a white man's dick has been," I would tell him while humping my hips and grinding nastily at his lips and tongue. And I swear, when I did he would eat my cunt like a hungry boy devouring his favorite dessert, not stopping until I had cum so much I couldn't take anymore and pushed him away.

Then, on the Friday of the thirteenth week, it happened. With all of the sexual teasing between myself and Alex, and myself and Darius, my pussy was constantly ablaze so I guess it was inevitable. Still, what happened took me by surprise. It was surprising because I was the one who initiated it.

Walking into the office the first thing I saw was that big, beautiful, blond haired white stud standing near a desk talking to one of the secretaries. At the sight of him, my pussy immediately became wet and hungry, sending such a strong rush of desire shooting through me that it overwhelmed everything else. I didn't take time to think or worry about the consequences, I just walked over to him, took him by the hand and led him into his office. Once inside I closed and locked the door behind us.

"Okay. You said you want to fuck me? Well, here I am. Show me what a white boy can do with a hot black pussy," I said. Then I moved straight up to him, pulled his head down to mine, and kissed him.

And just like that my life was changed. From that moment on I was no longer the average black housewife and mother I had been, but was transformed into the nigger hot wife and white cock slut I am now.

Both Darius and Dina had been right about me. From the instant Darius pushed the first inch of his big, white dick into me I was hooked. He had barely gotten the tip of the head of his monster fuck pole inside me before I began to cum. And when that first orgasm hit it was more powerful than anything I had ever felt before. His prick was a huge, vein ridged mass that was at least two inches longer and twice as thick as what Alex had. And though that massive, steel hard column of throbbing flesh created a slight pain when it stretched the walls of my juicy snatch, I loved it. I came and came and came with every inch he worked into me.

Darius had Erin, his personal secretary, hold his calls and cancel all of his appointments for the day and we spent the entire morning in the office with his cock inside me. At sometime near 1:00 we took a break and, after I took a moment to freshen up, we went out to lunch. Following that short respite to replenish our energies we returned to his office to resume what we'd been doing before. By the time we decided to stop and return to our homes it was close to seven in the evening and all of our coworkers had gone home.

When we were about to leave, Darius stood fully clothed but I was still naked. When I had started to get dressed he had stopped me and told me he wanted me to walk out of the office and go down to the garage completely naked so that everyone who happened to see me would know what a well fucked nigger bitch looked like.

"And when I come to work on Monday, I am going to tell all the guys about what we did today and how much of a nasty little nigger cumdump you are," he said. Grabbing me roughly under the chin, he raised my cum covered face, looked at me for a moment, then spat on me. "That's just a little something extra to cover a spot I missed when I was shooting my load all over your face. Now, come on, let's go. I just wish I didn't have to go home to my wife and kids. I'd love to see how your husband reacts when he sees you walk in the house totally bare and covered in cum."

When we steeped from his office we immediately ran into one of the cleaning staff who was arriving. It was an older black man who stared at me first with shock and then, when he saw I was with Darius, that look changed to one of revulsion. I smiled at him happily and continued on my way.

The kids were sleep when I got home, and I walked in to see Alex was waiting up for me. I'm sure that, taking one look at me he knew exactly what had happened, but I wanted to impress him with the enormity of the change I had gone through and how it was going to affect his life as well.

"Hi, honey. I had a wonderful day," I said cheerily. Walking to him, I drew his face down to mine the same way I had Darius, but there was a very big difference between the two kisses in that when I kissed Darius my face and lips were not covered in a white man's spunk.

Alex did not recoil in disgust or try to push me away when I kissed him. Instead, he drew my body tight to his and kissed me back, wanting to share the flavor of the white cock and cum that clung to my taste buds. And, from the way he responded to my kiss, I recognized he liked that I had pressed a cummy kiss upon his lips. We were both panting for breath and extremely aroused when we parted.

"Mmmmm. Did you like the way that cum tastes on my lips?" I asked with a smile. "Darius fucked my face and came all over me."

"I see that," he responded.

"But you didn't answer my question. Did you like the taste of his cum?"

"Not really. I liked kissing you and knowing his cum was on your lips," he admitted. "But the taste isn't one of my favorite things."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it," I told him. Then I walked over to one of the comfortable, plushly upholstered brown leather chairs and sat down. Leaning back, I casually spread my legs and draped them over the arms of the chair. I knew I was acting whorishly. I was feeling whorish and I was acting the way I felt. As I did so I couldn't help but recognize how comfortable I was and how much I was enjoying being so nasty and slutty. It was as if some weight had been lifted from me and I felt free. "Hey, maybe you'll find you like the flavor better if it is mixed with my pussy juice."

I seductively ran my tongue over my lips as I reached down to glide a finger through the froth and slime of the fluids that stained my slit, then brought my finger up to my mouth. I let him watch as I sucked my finger clean.

"I know I love that combination," I purred as I slowly slipped my finger from my lips. "Mmmmm, yeah. It's delicious."

"You...? You let him cum inside you?" Alex asked, suddenly shocked.

"Yes. I did. Several times," I replied.

"I thought you were going to use condoms."

I smiled, feeling a malicious pleasure at his worried expression.

"We did use condoms. We used condoms the first two times. But everytime after that we went bareback."

"Why would you do that. What happened?" Alex asked.

"Come over here, get down between my legs, and eat my white lover's spunk from my well fucked nigger pussy and I'll tell you while you're cleaning me," I said.

The space between my thighs was an absolute mess and I saw Alex stare at the whitish combination of my pussy sauce and gluey globs of semen that streaked and clung to the dark hairs of my snatch with a reluctance to do as I said. Feeling a perverse thrill at observing his hesitation, I hunched my hips as at him in a fucking motion.

"Get over here and lick my cunt, motherfucker," I snarled maliciously. "Do it fucking now, damn it."

He slowly moved to kneel before me, and when he did I grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled his face into my crotch. Once I had him there, I wrapped my legs around his shoulders and began to hump my hips, grinding my pussy hard against his mouth. Because Alex loved to eat pussy, it wasn't long before I began to feel his tongue flickering over my clit and delving deep into me to scoop fat clumps of the potent seed Darius had deposited from my sensitive inner walls.

"Ohhhh yeah, that's it. Lick my pussy deep like that and get all that slimy spunk out of there, Alex. Ohh, baby, your mouth feels so good after the hard pounding Darius gave me," I moaned. Looking down to see hid dark face buried in my snatch after a white man had fucked me seemed so nasty and perverted that it sent glorious bursts of sexual sensation coursing through me from my head to my toes. "I love it. That's what you're for. Ohhhh, sucking my pussy clean after I've been fucked is what you do best. And you're gonna be doing it a lot because I'm gonna be fucking a lot.

"You want to know what happened. What happened is that I discovered that everybody knew more about what I am truly like than I did. You were right when you were thinking that I should fuck white men. Your mother was right when she said that she thought I was a lot like her. And, above all, Darius was right in everything he said about me," I informed him. "This morning I entered the office as a black temp who ha arrived to do her job, but by the time I left I was a full fledged nigger bitch. A total slut for big white cock."

I told him about how I had walked into work and immediately dragged Darius to his office, put a condom on his cock, and fucked him.