White Submission

"Now, I'm..." John tried to object, but seeing his wife kiss and please another man's dick kinda took the wind out of his sails.

"Hey, it's okay. It really is. I saw you – you were willing to fight me, to kick me out when you thought I was disrespecting your wife. I respect that. I'm not dissing you, far from it. I'm just saying... maybe you're submissive too. Not like your wife, she's really gone to in the deep end, but still... maybe you like that I'm younger and better at fucking, huh?"

"Well-"

"Hey, you've let me fuck her for what? Nine months? Sure, we'd done some threesomes, but it was mostly her and me. And she told you about it afterwards, right? While you 'reclaimed' her used cunt, she'd tell you stories of the huge cock fucking her like no-one else, right?"

"Yeah, she did. I... I was curious..."

"And it made you hot, right? It was always better when she came home after a night at my place, right?"

"Yeah... Yeah, actually, it was," John admitted, slowly getting Terrance's point.

"Jerk me off, cunt," Terrance said quickly and was immediately obeyed, though her mouth never left his dick for a second, "but now... Now, I'm upping the ante... and you gotta follow." Terrance leaned back in the easy-chair, sitting like a king with a harem-girl pleasing him, and John felt incredibly weak compared to the self-assured black master.

"Unless I'm wrong? Are you not insanely hard right now, John?"

"I..." John failed to finish his sentence and merely nodded.

"I thought so. But you don't wanna fuck her, do you?"

Swallowing hard, John shook his head.

"What do you want then?" Terrance demanded, his voice still calm but with an eager undercurrent. Even Karen stopped her sucking for a while and turned halfways to look at her husband – making sure, though, that the cock stayed in her mouth.

"I... I want you to fuck her," John finally admitted, his throat dry and his palms oddly sweaty... but his dick hard as a rock.

"Who? Say it!" Terrance insisted.

"My wife. I want you to fuck my wife," John answered, slowly and deliberately.

"She's your wife... but tell me, what else?" Terrance wanted everything, it seemed.

"Your slut. Your white fuck-pig. She's your little, white slutty fuck-pig," John said, feeling lightheaded, horny... and more than a little Faustian, "please... fuck her!"

Yes! Everything was coming up Terrance's way. Now, not only the best fuck he'd ever had, had submitted to him as his personal plaything, her husband was coming along as well. Though he had no interest in other men sexually, this was such a rush of power, that he didn't want to waste any time doing what everyone in the room apparently wanted him to.

"Get that thing off," Terrance said almost menacingly and tore the pig-snout off the fuck-pig's face and threw it across the room, not caring about it anymore – it had served its purpose. He pushed the slutty blonde off him and turned her around, facing her husband and placing her naked ass within easy reach.

"What are you?" he asked, placing himself behind her, his stiff, wet dick lining up against her soft, womanly folds.

"I'm a slut!" she eagerly answered, pleased to be allowed to talk again and only too eager to show her loyalty to the man who was not only her, but also (she figured) her husband's master, "I'm a white slut for your black cock! I love it! I nee-OOOOHH!"

Terrance interrupted her in the best way possible. He simply stuck his fat cock in her, and the self-proclaimed white slut lost all thoughts but the explosive pleasures emanating from her love-tunnel.

"Ooooh... Master!" she gasped as he grabbed her hips for leverage and started hammering into her pretty pink pussy that was stretched wide under the massive onslaught.

John's eyes were wide as saucers as he drank in the scene before him. His pretty wife crying and moaning as her large, black lover – no, master! – brutally fucked her from behind. With every thrust, her entire body shook from the impact, and she moaned louder and louder. Clearly, she wasn't far from cumming, but John had no doubt it would be one of many. Almost unconsciously, his hand found its way to his hard dick and started rubbing his sensitive spots from his pants. Something that Terrance didn't miss, and it made him smile wickedly.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" the white bitch moaned, pleasure rising in her.

"What are you, slut?!" Terrance demanded, slapping her sexy ass hard.

"Oh God! I'm a slut! I'm a fucking slut! I'm good for nothing but getting fucked by my master's big... fat... BLACK...COCK!!" the last words were wailed out as she came, "black cock slut! Black cock slut! Black... cock... slut..." And with that, she collapsed, her arms giving out and her upperbody and face falling down on the floor. Only Terrance's stong hands held her ass up, but he didn't seem to mind one bit, continuing plowing into his new property like there was no tomorrow. The slut continued to moan every time the black meat stretched her cunt to its limits.

Seeing his wife like that broke the last vestige of resistance for John, and he simply pulled his pants and boxers down, freeing his white dick to jack off to his wife and her master.

For a while, Terrance pleasured himself in the white slut, she took her own pleasure from that and gradually moaned louder and louder... and John pleasured himself, watching it all.

Until Terrance grabbed a hold of long, blonde hair and pulled her back up on all fours. The burning pain from her scalp made Karen quickly obey his unspoken command, and got back up to the traditional doggystyle-position.

"Look at your hubby," Terrance commanded hoarsely. Fucking the sexy slut was taking its toll even on the confident master, and he tore off his shirt an t-shirt, baring his broad, muscular chest.

"Oh honey!" Karen exclaimed, seeing the love of her life with his dick in his hand, beating off to her getting fucked, "oh, you like it, huh?"

"I eh... yeah," John answered honestly without slowing down.

"You like-oh! Oooh! You like me being a little slut to our-mmmhm! To our black master? Huh?" she needled him, only getting interrupted by the huge black sausage slamming into her.

"I... yeah, it's... it's hot!" he admitted, licking his lips.

"Oh, yeeeeesss..." she agreed, "Oh, he's so fucking biiig! Oh! OH! Oh, dear, I wish it was you... I wish you were fucking meee! Making me cum, turning me into a slut-FUCK! But... you... don't... have... a... big... fucking... BLACK... COCK! OOOH! Fuuuck...!"

John could only watch in awe and feast on the humiliation as her eyes seemed to lose focus and she continued in a high-pitched voice: "Oh God again! Again! Cumming again! Oh, MAAAASTER!"

"Nggh!" John grunted, he himself getting close to the edge, but...

"Don't cum, hubby!" Terrance ordered. John looked up at him and was met with a stern gaze that made him look down. While his wife was crying her orgasm out like a banshee, John reluctantly slowed his masturbation down to a crawl, feeling an odd erotic satisfaction of sacrificing his own gratification on the orders of... his master.

"I'm her master," he declared proudly, looking at John as to challenge him to object.

"Yeah," he merely nodded. No reason to deny, the proof was assaulting almost all of his senses, from the smell of sex in the air, to the small, submissive sighs and moans the post-orgasmic bitch was still emitting.

"Yours too," Terrance said, once again looking for an objection, and once again not getting any.

"Yeah," John said again with humiliation, submission and arousal washing through his body. Terrance just looked at him, expecting more.

"Yes... Master," John added, and his cock twitched in his hand.

"Good..." Terrance smiled, "now get over here."

Obediently, John got up and walked the short distance.

"What is she?" he asked, indicating the slut that was slowly coming down from her orgasmic high.

"She's your slut," John answered honestly and quickly.

"Tell her," their master bade him and stopped fucking her.

"You're a slut," John said automatically, looking down at his wife.

"Come on! You can do better than that! Fucking tell the slut!" Terrance exclaimed, "tell her, and jack off in her face!"

"You're a slut," John said again with more feeling. His hand found his still-hard dick and began rubbing it.

"Again!"

"You're a slut! A fucking filthy slut! A bitch in heat, just needing black cock!" John spat out, getting into it, "a bitch, a fucking pig!" For each insult (or endearment) he uttered, his hand beat faster on his cock, until it was a blur, going up and down.

"Yeah, tell her! Cum on the bitch's face – just don't touch her!" Terrance cheered.

"Cunt! Black cock slut! Not good enough for you, huh? I fucking LOVE you, you bitch! I'm gonna... ugh! Gonna paint your whore-face white, you fuck-pig! Ah, slut! Slut! Sluuuuut! Ahg...!" Finally John exploded, sending thick strands of cum down upon his whore-wife's face. Wave after sticky wave landed on her up-turned face – she barely had time to close her eyes before a big, white wad landed in her eye-socket.

"Wow, John!" Terrance laughed after a brief, shocked silence, "that was great! Hah! How do you feel?"

"I... I don't..." John mumbed, starting down at his wife's cum-covered face. Sure, giving her a facial like this had always been kind of a fantasy (or any girl for that matter, since he saw his very first porn, ages ago) but this was... a little crazy. He felt liberated and ashamed at the same time and had no answer for the young master.

Not that Terrance really needed one. He got up, pulled his white slut up with him and with the words, "I'm gonna go take care of the bitch" led her out of the living-room and towards the bedroom. Karen, still cum-covered and a little shell-shocked after her husband's outlash – but still oh, so horny! – meekly followed her black master's lead.

The next couple of hours passed in a blur for John. The moaning, crying and screaming from his bedroom kept him hard as a rock and several times, he masturbated to near-orgasm (both standing outside his bedroom-door, looking in through the crack that Terrance so helpfully had left open and sitting on his couch, intensely listening and imagining what went on in there) – at one point he had to clamp down on his cock, painfully cutting off his orgasm when his wife surprised him by yelling: "No, John never fucked me like this! His dick can't fuck me like this... oh, I'm such a nigger-slut! Oh! Oh! Oh!" A brief paused followed before she continued: "YES! Yes, you own my cunt! My married, white cunt is YOURS! Only yours! Oh fuck! Yes, I promise! John won't touch it again! Yes, it's black-owned now! Please, just continue...!"

That unexpected humiliation was such a turn-on for the poor cuckold that he would have cum, had he not forcefully held it back.

"What is wrong with me?" John wondered, as he stroked himself once again, picturing his blonde wife getting pounded by the large black man – why did this turn him on? And why didn't he just cum and be done with it?

"Eh... hey John," his wife suddenly said, interrupting his jacking-off marathon. She came crawling into the living-room, still completely naked, and looking like a completely mess; hair-do and make-up wrecked, body glistening with sweat and the way she moved very carefully as if to spare some over-used body-part.

"Enjoying yourself?" she smirked at his hard-on before crawling on to find the discarded pig-snout.

"What...?" John tried to ask, confused. Why did she need that again?

"Oh... Master's orders," she shrugged, too far outside the realm of normal to be even embarrassed that her master had sent her to retrieve her tool of embarrassment. She slipped it on and with a final 'oink' crawled back to the bedroom.

No more cries or statements of ownership. For the next half hour, until Terrance and his slut finally re-emerged, it was instead a constant barrage of pleasurable oinks.

"How you holding up?" the naked master asked the husband as he walked back into the living-room, closely followed by his well-used slut – she'd apparently taken her punishment or whatever it was, since she was no longer wearing the snout. They were both naked and sweaty.

"Ehm, okay, I guess," John answered, wishing Terrance would put some clothes on – the black man's obscenely large cock seemed to draw his eye, as it hung free... He also wished that he himself had put his own, hard cock away before the couple joined him again. Terrance nodded.

"I know this must be... confusing," he said, "I'm off soon. I just want you to witness your wife's final punishment... and I have some things for the two of you to do, while I'm away. First, get on the floor, slut."

Karen immediately sunk to her knees. Though she looked tired and thoroughly fucked, she obeyed without question.

"No, on your back. Yes, like that."

Master Terrance then positioned himself above her face and squatted down.

"Now, bitch, lick my ass," he commanded sternly.

"Wha-really?" the wife and slave asked incredulously.

"Yes, really!" Terrance exclaimed. To underline his point, he grabbed her nipples and twisted them painfully.

"Ouch!" Karen squeeled from underneath the mighty black ass and obeyed, licking her master's asshole. It tasted like sweat and not much else, really, but the hair made it extremely nasty to the blonde housewife.

"Yeah, like that," the master sighed and let go for her tits, "this is for calling me an asshole, cunt. Remember your place! Now, get that tongue all the way up... Hey, John, come and see your wife licking my ass!"

Reluctantly, John made his way over and knelt next to Karen's head, his cock ridiculously bobbing with every step. It wasn't easy to see as there was neither light nor room, but even so, it was clear that his wife had her little pink tongue up her master's asshole, and she was wiggling it around up there for her master's entertainment, like a good submissive.

"Yeah, good cunt..." Terrance sighed, before getting serious: "Anyway, as I told your slut-wife, I'm going out of town for about a week. The boss needs me to hold his hand during a conference, but what are you gonna do? In that time, I have a couple of... assignments for you two."

"Assignments? Ehh... sure," John answered, his eyes still locked on his wife's tongue disappearing up the dark hole.

"Good. First, your wife's ass is apparently too damn tight for a real cock. I want you to help me train her to become the ass-slut, a fine white bitch like her was always meant to be," Terrance instructed, calmly granting John one of his greatest fantasies, "at least once a day, I want your pink dick up her pink ass. Got it?"

"I... yes, Master!" John exclaimed. Christmas was coming early this year!

"BUT! I don't want you to cum up there. Rather, I want you to pull out and cum on her face like you did earlier... while you tell her what she really is. That seemed awfully therapeutic for you – it might do you some good, haha!" Terrance laughed at his own joke, before continuing, "and she's not allowed to cum while you fuck her. She's only allowed to orgasm on thick black cock from now on, even if it's a fake one. So, bitch, you will name that brother, and you will love him like no other."

"Lleeeas, Laasher," the bitch in question tried to answer, her tongue still stuck halfway up her master ass.

"Good. And one final thing: Both of you will get a permanent mark of your new status. Like a tattoo or some shit like that."

"I... what?" John exclaimed, finally tearing his eyes off his wife's dancing tongue, "no, that's... no, you're taking this too far. I'm not about to-"

He didn't finish his sentence before his large, black master, quick as a cat, had twisted around and now stood, towering above him. Splash! With a wet, sickening sound, Terrance's oversized cock slapped him in the face, leaving behind a small trail of a sticky substance on his chin that John later realised was a mix of his wife's and master's cum.

John fell backwards, landing on his ass and stared wild-eyed up on the tall black man that had proclaimed himself the Master of the household.

"No!" his voice sounded like thunder to the shocked man on the floor, "no! You cannot decide when to turn this on and off! I'm your master now, and I demand obedience! You will do as I say, you will fuck your slut-wife's ass and you will get a tattoo showing off your subservience to me! Is that clear?"

"I..." John swallowed nervously before, shamed beyond belief he bowed his head and agreed: "Yes, Master." Though it hadn't really hurt, the chin where the mighty black cock had struck him felt on fire, and though it hadn't been sexual, only a clear, undisputed show of dominance, his cock was still hard as a rock.

Meanwhile, Karen had stared raptly at her husband's degradation, and when Terrance beckoned her up, she jumped to her feet, incredibly aroused at his open display of power. When he leaned down for a kiss, she eagerly opened her mouth, finding his tongue with her own. Her hands, acting on their own grasped the dominant cock that so easily had put her husband in his place and rubbed it subserviently.

Smiling into her mouth, he grabbed her firm, round ass – this bitch was ready for another round! He, however, was not. He had emptied himself into her fine, white body three or four times already (honestly, he had lost count), and even if he could get it hard once more (he figured he could – controlling this married couple was a rush), an orgasm would take hours at this point... and he didn't have hours.

"Who's your man, bitch?" he demanded into her mouth.

"You are, Master," she purred and rubbed her ass against his hand, keenly showing him that she was ready for whatever he wanted.

"Good," he said and let go of her. "As I said, I gotta go, but I think poor hubby here needs some relief. Remember what I told you? Only on her face..." With a last, stern look at the husband who still sat stunned on his ass, watching his wife and master, he turned around, grabbed the shirt he had thrown on the floor several hours ago and went to the bedroom in search for more discarded clothes. When he returned, John was standing over his kneeling wife, beating his cock off into her upturned face.

"Bitch! Black cock slut! Master's little fuck-pig! Black man's whore!" he heard John exclaim, and he grinned wickedly as he let himself out.

This was gonna be fun...

END

I don't know why, but I've had the urge to write an interracial story for a while. It was kinda fun, and I might do more if people are interested. I realise, of course, this will get downgraded like hell (as the internet says, 'haters gonna hate') but still...

If you did enjoy it, let me know.