Was it my destiny? I don’t know. Was it fate that I would one day assume the role that I am embracing right now of becoming a black cock whore, not just to my husband, but to whichever Black man out there who would love to take possession of me?
I have a feeling that such is what my life has made me become. The road was never an easy one to take.
I was born and raised in the Bible-Belt region of the USA, in Arkansas. I have always been a God-fearing white woman that was raised to see Black men as nonexistent to my way of life. Between getting divorced from my first husband and then marrying my second, my life took a drastic change that made me rethink everything I have been taught about life. Were I still carrying on with my way of thinking prior to me giving myself to Black gods, I probably would have become like one of those crazed MAGA nuts. Instead, I was saved! I was given a second chance to renounce my ways regarding the importance of Black men in my life. Now, I live to worship them in whichever means possible.
My first husband was incapable of comprehending my newfound lifestyle. He vainly attempted to talk me out of spending much of time from work being with Black friends. Often he drove around town during the night looking for me, trying to figure whichever bull’s den was keeping me from returning home.
My friends never harmed him, not unless you consider fucking as harmful activity. They were usually amused when seeing how shocked he’d look when they invite him into their home to watch them fucking me. My ex-husband never intruded—he knew better than to intrude. My friends would suggest that he wait in the living room while they resume fucking the shit out of me.
I will admit, I was always reluctant to leave for home. Often times, my ex-husband returned home without me. I would crash at my bull’s place, getting fucked from six ways to Sunday until dawn arrived when they would drive me home. The following day, if I wasn’t too tired or hung over, we would repeat all over again.
I love being a submissive white whore. I love being a cum-dump for Black men, which I have always thought of as most precious than gold or water.
There were nights when I whored myself out to make money for my main Black lover; I was a Southern married wife by day, and a black cock-whore by nighttime. I tried to convince my ex-husband to see the benefits of my actions, but he never budged. He despised me for disrespecting him in front of Black men, even though he struggled to tolerate my interactions. Our marriage abruptly ended when I got pregnant for my lover and gave birth to a Black baby.
Our divorce was mutual. I stayed lonely for a while, until months later when I hooked up with a white boi online who was in his forties and single. He had read about my exploits and wanted to know if we could get together. I wasn’t intending on fucking him, and he knew that, too. We met, and we then got to liking each other. He proposed to me, saying he has always wanted to get married to a whore like me who loves Black men.
The good thing is that like me, he also loves to worship Black men.
I have done my best in recruiting other women close to me, have coached them into the reality of giving their bodies wholeheartedly and happily to the service of Black gods. One of my sister and two of my cousins have been impregnated. I am hopping to find a Black Master like yourself who will gift me with another child.
Regards,
MabelXXX.
Great story. So many women have discovered the hypnotic nature of black men. More white men need to accept the dominance & power of the black man. I’m an addict to black cocks.
I absolutely love your story and continue to follow your destiny ❤️