White Conversion

"I guess that'll be his problem after this. He should have followed the one rule I put on him," she retorted. Mandy spoke with a level of confidence I didn't normally see in her.

"Let me tell you how this is going to work. We're providing you with a huge black cock for you to do anything you want with. You can ride it. You can tell him to stick it up your ass. You tell him where to cum. Whatever it takes for you to cum over and over and be converted to black cock. Sound good?"

"Sounds amazing to me."

"Awesome, awesome. Now before my boy gets here, let's get to know you. You already said you have a husband. So you're married right? How long?"

"Well, I guess I'm married for now. Almost six years." A big smile appeared on Mandy's face.

"That's good, for now," the unseen man joked back. "Now what kind of sex stuff do you like to do?"

"How so?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

"What kind of stuff do you like done to you?" he replied.

"Oh, ok. I like all kinds of stuff."

"You like getting your pussy eaten?"

"Oh yeah, that's great," Mandy said, crossing her arms underneath her breasts, pushing them up.

"What about blowjobs?"

"I give my husband blowjobs."

"Do you spit or swallow?"

"To be honest, I usually spit. Cum takes nasty. At least his cum does."

"Well, just a warning. Can't spit in the porn industry. Unless you're spitting it into someone else's mouth. You'll have to let it go down the hatch."

"I don't think I'm joining the industry. I just want to get my husband's attention. Doing it once just to make him pay. That'll fuck his mind up." She spoke a truth. Part of me thought, and hoped, it was just a joke. She couldn't really be going through with this. She's a lawyer. This could ruin her career if even one of the partners found out about it. What about her family? What about their family? They may have missed this cycle, but they were still trying to have a baby.

"I prefer doggy for sex," Mandy offered without being prompted.

"That's excellent. My boy will definitely want to hit that doggy style. I saw your ass when you were walking in front of me. You have a nice ass."

"Thank you!" she answered with exuberance. "Sometimes I think it's just fat. I think sometimes my husband thinks that too.

"So why do you like doggy?"

"That's the position I feel it gets the deepest." I noticed that Mandy's chest and face started to as the conversation continued. I wondered how wet she was getting.

"I just texted my boy that he'd want to tap that ass from behind. He sent back a smiley face. Now, tell me this. When did you get fucked for the first time?"

The blush on Mandy's face deepened a shade. She paused for a second, taking her eyes momentariliy from the man, and smiled. "I was 17. It was my senior prom. There was an after party at the beach. It was magic." I noticed her eyes had wet again when she returned her attention to the person asking the questions. It was the same look she had yesterday morning as she was leaving.

"And who was he?"

"Oh, my husband. Well, he wasn't my husband then, but, yes, it was Neil."

"Hold up! You lost your virginity to your husband? You been with anyone else?" the voice asked.

"No. He's the only man I've ever been with. Only guy I've blown. Only guy whose eaten me out. Only guy to fuck me," she answered with pride.

"Wow! And this sucker wanted to just beat his meat when this beauty was just down the hall. Pathetic!"

She defended me by saying, "No, no, no. That's all wrong. He's been under a lot of pressure with all this baby stuff. I wouldn't be here if he hadn't done it, but I have to teach him a lesson if he's gonna buckle down and focus on our dreams. I still love him, just have to do this."

Tears welled up in my eyes. What had I done? What could I do to stop this? It was evident, though, that there was nothing that could be done. The video was clearly edited. This was shot sometime this week, maybe yesterday. I couldn't do anything at all. I couldn't do anything but watch.

"Very interesting. Now Mandy, I think our viewers know enough about you for now. What I want you to do now is pull up you skirt and show me your panties."

My wife complied, lifting her right leg up on to the couch and dragging her skirt up to her hips. I instantly recognized her panties, I'd bought them for her last Christmas. They were a bikini cut, cotton covering the rear and sides with a see through panel in the front, adorned with hearts. I thought they were cute, but not inherently lingerie. Mandy didn't wear thongs or anything like that; the only lingerie she owned was from our wedding night.

"I like those," the cameraman offered. "Super sexy. How about you touch yourself through them?"

Mandy originally smiled at the compliment. It dropped at the instruction to touch herself, her nose crinkling. She shook her head side to side in response.

"Oh, come on. You don't play with yourself?"

"No," she replied. She began to offer a reasoning, but stopped. Behind her eyes, I could sense that she remembered where she was, what she was there to do, and why. Her hand settled into a circular motion as she put pressure on her clit through the mesh panel. The objection that shone on her face slipped as a sense of relief rose, followed by pleasure.

"That's right baby," the voice encouraged. The camera lowered and zoomed as she stimulated the sensitive area. The circles continued. Her fingers danced over the fabric. The microphone picked up tiny moans that escaped from her unseen mouth.

After about thirty seconds of the self-pleasure, the next instruction came. "Hmm, yes beautiful. Now take them panties off. I bet you have a nice pink pussy."

Without any hesitation or objection this time, Mandy drew her skirt up higher and lifted her hips. To my astonishment, she revealed a perfectly hairless pussy. I had never seen it like this before. Even going back to when we were teens, she refused to do anything with her bushy, brown pubes. She would occasionally trim her swimsuit line during the summer, but completely bald had never happened before. I had even offered to do it for her. She explained that she didn't want razor burn, ingrown hairs, or the itch when it grew back in.

Now, without any obstruction, I could see her total world spread out. With the spread of her legs, her lips hung open, her inner labia edging subtlety beyond her opening. Her clit poked from underneath of her hood, clearly engorged with blood in her arousal. I leaned into the monitor and could see obvious signs that her pussy was wet.

This time, without prompting, Mandy dropped her hand back to her pussy. She started circling her clit once again. She used two fingers now, one on each side of the sensual button. She gently administered to herself. From time to time, she replaced the circling with a swift back and forth motion. Her moans grew louder. The cameraman documented all of this in silence.

Out of nowhere, her second hand entered frame. She thrust the pointer finger into her open pussy, bending it in an upward come-hither motion, trying to hit an internal itch. In the time we'd been together, me inserting a finger into her at any phase of our lover making was a rare occurrence. Now, she roughly fucked herself, one finger and then two. Rounding her clit and jamming fingers inside herself, Mandy suddenly came hard, bucking against the hotel furniture piece and gasping for air.

The voice finally interjected into the action, returning to push the scene forward. "Damn woman, that was amazing. I don't know where that came from but I could watch that all day long. However, my boy is standing right outside the door. I'll be right back. Keep yourself entertained."

The camera turned away from the couch. It passed a bed on the left and approached the door to the room. Opening the door revealed a broad shouldered black man standing in a bathrobe. The camera man whispered to the man standing in the threshold, quiet so the white woman in the room couldn't hear but loud enough that the microphone picked it up. "Dawg, this girl in here is a freak. You are going to have a blast with this bitch."

The view pivoted as the newcomer passed by, settling in behind him as both entered deeper into the room. "Hey Mandy," the voice of the cameraman offered. "I want you to meet someone. This is my friend Hammer. I think you two are going to get along just nice."

The camera spied Mandy still playing with her glistening pussy. She'd slumped on the couch and slid slightly to one side. With one foot on the floor and the other on the couch, it allowed her pussy to be on display to both men. A pleasant look rested on her face, her eyes half glazed post orgasm.

"Nice to meet you," the deep voiced Hammer offered. "You ready for this?" He opened the robe, revealing an already hard black dick extending from his groin. It hung slightly to the left, looking heavy, 9 ½ inches long, with a girth of which I couldn't even guess.

All Mandy could do was nod. Hammer slid in next to my wife, wrapping his left arm around her shoulders. Without another word spoken between the two, the burly black man leaned in and kissed her. She willingly accepted his mouth, returning his advances. The hand draped around her shoulder found its way to her breast, squeezing it through her top.

After making out for a little while, the dark man brought his other hand to Mandy's pussy. He roughly thrust two fingers into her wet pussy. He withdrew them almost completely, revealing them to be slick with her juices. He brought his fingers to her mouth and shoved them past her lips before returning them to her pussy. He pushed them in and out, drawing groans and whimpers from my wife. The dark man aggressively made out with my wife. I could see their tongues dancing in a passionate dance.

My shock continued as he repeated this several times, forcing Mandy to taste herself. My wife never touched my dick with her mouth after it had been in her pussy. She said that vaginas were gross and she didn't want to have them in her mouth.

Hammers focus on her brought her closer and closer to what would be her second orgasm. Breaking from the make out session, he dropped to his knees in front of the couch and began lapping at her bald pussy. He still thrust his fingers inside her, but now he was attacking the fleshy nub that was her clit.

Withdrawing from her, he used both hands and forced her legs back. This functioned in two ways in that it further exposed her sensitive clit while allowing the camera man better viewing access. The angle allowed the viewer to see Hammer's ministrations on her clit as well as Mandy's face. Her eyes were closed. Her breath emitted as moans. She gasped, "that's the spot. Right there. Keep going. Unh."

She grunted the last syllables as she reached her climax. Mandy flooded the built black man's mouth and face with her pussy juices. She squirted, exclaiming, "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She seemed to sink into the couch as she collapsed, spent from her second round of cumming. The camera focused on her face, showing half closed, dazed eyes.

Hammer stood, dropped the open robe from his shoulders, and placed his left leg on the couch, bringing his rigid cock to the woman's eye level. Mandy, returning to reality, met the man's eyes before dropping them to his dick. She looked into his eyes once more before raising herself on the couch and reaching for him. Unspoken, she knew what she had to do next.

She grabbed his member and turned it up toward her face. She licked her lips before placing the head into her mouth. She took the first few inches of the ebony cock. She withdrew her lips and then sunk back down, advancing a half inch. Her right hand stroked at the base of the dick, rising to meet her lips. Each time she sank her mouth back down she gained a marginal amount of ground. Her mouth stretched to its limit when she made her way halfway down his length. This went on for a few moments before she withdrew her mouth to the tip and began pumping the shaft with both of her pale hands.

Hammer seemed to have had enough of her oral attention. He pulled the back of her hair, tilting her head, and kissed her on the lips. He whispered, "Lean back," and guided Mandy down to the couch, her head resting on a pillow. He extended her right leg up and held it against the back of the couch. The left hung off the couch, dangling inches above the floor. He lowered himself and placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy.

For the first time, I saw my wife's air of confidence drop. Before this, she looked to be in complete control. Now, with the bulbous black head poised at her entrance, a look of fear crept across her face. I didn't know whether it was because of the size of the man's dick. She'd never had another man, let alone one that long or wide.

Maybe it was a look of apprehension. It could be the realization that this was the final frontier. She was redeemable from what she'd done so far. We could work through this and come out the other side remaining each other's one and only. The moment Hammer shoves himself into her that line is crossed; she isn't the same woman, and never can be again.

Mandy gave the slightest nod, steeling herself. The look of second guessing evaporated from her face. Hammer moved himself up and down her swollen lips before nudging the head of his cock into her slick hole. With a half inch inside the opening, he met instant resistance. Mandy grabbed the mid part of the dick and began pulling it into her. With her help, he glided deeper into her pussy, drawing it out, and pushing it back.

My wife dropped her mouth open at the first attempt at a full thrust. She closed her eyes tight, letting out an "oh."

He thrust three more times before realizing the pain she was experiencing. He pulled out and grabbing her up from the couch. He walked her over to the bed, sitting her on the edge. Her skirt still bunched at the waist, he had her raise her arms. He dragged her shirt over her head. She sat there, bare legs hanging off the bed, in a bra that matched her now discarded panties. She took it off on her own initiative.

Hammer pushed her back on the bed and pulled her legs up. He again dropped his mouth to her pussy. He gave it a few drawn out licks, allowing Mandy to relax and readjust. He finally scooted her backwards and lifted her legs. He knelt in front of her and placed his rigid cock back at her opening. Mandy took a deep breath, signaling that she was ready for a second attempt.

The black man experienced less resistance this time. With better leverage and her legs pushed back, which elevated her hips, Hammer pushed his large cock fully into her ready pussy. He left it in for a second before withdrawing and reinserting completely. Gentle with a newcomer to such a large package, he took his time, working in and out. My wife's vocabulary was limited to "fuck" while her pussy stretched to accommodate. The rest was a series of "unhs" accompanied by grunts.

Once it looked like she was acclimating to the intrusion into her pussy, Hammer began to speed up. He bottomed out inside her before retreating. Each downward stroke started to be accompanied with more force. To Mandy's credit, she adjusted like a champ. Her verbal ability returned and she started spurring him on.

"Fuck me! Oh yeah! That's it! I know he's watching! Make me take your big cock! This is just what he wanted! Keep fucking me!"

I thought in a moment when her tight pussy was forced open she would forget about me. However, her taunts made it clear that this whole production was meant for me. Directed at me. To teach me a lesson. Without a shred of self-respect, I reached into my athletic shorts and took out my rock hard, yet significantly smaller than Hammer's, dick. I was horrified about what I was watching; but, I couldn't control my urge to start beating off to the scene.

Hammer lifted first one leg, continuing to pump in and out of my wife, and then the other, onto his shoulder. Through all of this, the camera followed the scene, revealing everything. My wife's butt lifted into the air. I could see her newly shaved pussy being pummeled by the big black dick. I could see the lubrication that her pussy produced dripping down from her opening, which was being filled and emptied and then filled again, as it trickled down toward her visible anus. I could see a white cream that she was leaving on the black man's dick every time it receded from her pussy.

The sights were met by even more heartrending sounds. Mandy's pussy produced a wet, squishy sound as Hammer bottomed out in her. Upon withdraw, I heard a few equally wet fart like sounds as the vacuum created by him completely filling my wife ended, creating the queefing sound I'd heard in other WC scenes. The pair collaborated on a chorus as his grunts of effort mingled with the enh's, unh's, and ahh's escaping from her mouth.

Without any prior warning, Hammer withdrew his large cock, sat back, and started rubbing it up down Mandy's glistening slit.

"Oh please, please please please. Please shove it back in me," she begged, lifting her head from the bed and meeting his gaze with her wanting eyes. He smirked, pushing the long, thick cock back into her craving pussy. Mandy dropped her head back down, a smile of satisfaction creeping across her face. He continued to slowly thrust in and out of her as he leaned forward and began kissing her. She returned his kisses. He pumped into her, maintaining a steady rhythm while varying the depth of his thrusts.

He returned fully to his knees, his full length still able to be buried inside her. The camera panned up fully onto Mandy's body. Her mammoth breasts rocked back and forth, a metronomic movement that matched each parry and thrust by the strong black man. Her eyes were closed once again, little ooh's the only sound she made.

She next opened her eyes and looked into the camera. She grabbed her boobs and pushed them together, squeezing them. Hammer picked up his pace and she turned from the camera to look at him and let him know she liked the change. She flicked her nipple a few times, moaning out a series of yes, yes, yes.

Hammer furiously pumped for about ten seconds, gave one final thrust that completely filled her, and then slowly withdrew. He allowed his cock to flop to a rest on her clit and exposed pussy lips. He lingered like that for a second before grabbing her hips and flipping her over. She took the hint and helped him. She then raised herself, extending her arms.

Now on her hands and knees, Hammer took a few playful slaps at her upturned butt. Mandy possesses a wide set hips and an ample rear. Some would argue that it is goes past what is considered to be a PAWG. I disagree and appreciate its size.

Hammer licked his fingers and drew them down her slit. He then approached from his behind, put the tip of his cock at her opening, and, without any hesitation, slid it fully into her cunt.

"Ow," she exclaimed. It must have been a different angle of the entrance that caused her pain. She reached back as he began to push back into her and placed her hand on his abdomen. This slowed him. He only did a half pump this time, noticing the grimace Mandy wore. He took it gently, allowing her to adjust to the new position.

"Ok," she squeaked out. With this confirmation, Hammer increased the speed. He took her hips and pulled them into him with each thrust. I could tell Mandy was in heaven. The rapid smack of the skin colliding echoed with her gasps and pants.

My wife reached behind herself again and put her hand on him again, for a different reason this time. I knew that it wouldn't take long and within a few dozen strokes or so, the muscles in Mandy's legs went rigid and her third orgasm rode through her body. Sensing the unspoken direction and contraction in her body, Hammer stopped thrusting, leaving his cock half buried in her pussy. She'd done this before with me, even with my much smaller dick, when she climaxed in doggy style.