This starts off from my last confessional, and is when I realized my husband’s friend, Daryle, was a very dominant black man and that he expected me to always respond as he said, as the submissive married white slut that I was.
If this is too graphic you can tone it down some. Believe it or not I actually toned down and left out some of his remarks.
Daryle and I had multiple rendezvous over the coming months. The second time we met occurred two weeks later when he drove to town for a meeting at my husband’s office. He had messaged me the previous day to let me know he was coming, but that he would only be available for a short time. He wanted to know if we could meet for lunch. I replied that I would see if I could make up some free time; I didn’t want to seem too eager, even though I had thought only about wanting his cock inside me again. I ended up saying yes to meeting him.
I ended his call and then called up my hair salon to book an early morning appointment. I wanted to look glamorous for him compared to how I looked when he came by the house last time. I also picked out what I intended to wear—a pink mini skirt, matching top, and thigh-high black boots. As a slender woman with large pair of tits, I have enjoyed going braless most of my life as I found then often uncomfortable. I desired Daryle to see me bare-chested.
I went and did my hair the following morning and added some deep red gloss on my lips. I wanted the look of a classy hotwife and not some big-breasted whore that’s eager to open her mouth to any black cock wanting to use it.
Daryle and I met at a restaurant not far from my husband's office building. I parked my car half a block to the restaurant and walked to rest of the way. Daryle was waiting outside when I arrived. His eyes soaked up my tight skirt with my large breasts swaying under my blouse. I intended to kiss his cheek, but Daryle didn't seem to care about decorum and kissed my lips. He complimented my outlook as we entered the restaurant.
We had ourselves a wonderful lunch that came with drinks, and made conversation, catching up with the short period since last we were together. We later left the restaurant and led me to where he had parked his car in an nearby underground garage. I kept glancing about, hoping nobody from my husband’s office would recognize me. The last thing I wanted was for Richard calling me up, wanting to know what I was doing in this part of town, knowing he was still upset about finding out about me and Daryle.
We went into the underground parking lot and soon found Daryle’s car. He opened the passenger door for me and I climbed in, before we went around to the driver’s side.
“You know I’ve been watching those tits jiggle since we entered the restaurant,” said Daryle. “How about you take off that top and show them to me.”
“Can’t we go someplace that’s more private?” I asked.
Daryle said no, and demanded that I show him my tits.
I did as he wanted and pulled my tits out of my blouse, exposing them fully to him. He was so mesmerized by them, he couldn’t help touching them.
“You’re such a good little slut,” he murmured while fondling my tits. He leaned forward and kissed me. “Now, I want you to do what you do best,” he said.
He unzipped his pants and I dove my hand inside and extracted his hard and beautiful black cock. I wasn’t bothered about being observed by anyone as I leaned over and French-kissed his prick while holding it in my mouth. I stroked, bobbed and slobbered all over it; I was so hot to have it in my mouth again.
He pulled my head up several times and rubbed his cock all over my face. He said that he wanted me to smell like the Cocksucking Whore that I am for Richard! I didn't care, I just wanted his cock back into my mouth. I heard him say OMG!...and tense up, that fat cock started to pulsate in my mouth. I felt a spurt of cum in my mouth, and then suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and sprayed cum on my face. While I was having this thought he guided my head back down onto his still cum oozing cock and said come now girl I can't have a mess here. I did what I do best, and continued sucking and milking his cock, realizing there was nothing I could do at that moment about the mess on my face and my hair.
His cock gradually deflated even while I continued to stroke him. He felt relaxed now that he had shot his load. I sat up and asked if he had a towel or anything I could use to clean my face. He chuckled and said no, and then said the cum spray looks good on me.
“Go ahead and rub against your face,” he said. “Nobody will ever know.”
“Are you kidding me?” I asked, surprised by what he had said, but he still seemed nonchalant about everything.
"Come on now Denise just work that all into your hair, the look sure fits you. With what you’re wearing right now, would you think anybody would look at you and not think you’re a slut?”
I realized he had a strong point; I hadn’t thought seriously about my outfit before leaving home, except that I wanted to surprise him.
“Where are you parked?” Daryle asked.
I told him where. Daryle started his car and then drove out of the underground lot. He stopped at where I had left my car, and I sneaked out of his car and quickly got into mine.
“You need to come by to my house,” Daryle said before saying goodbye and drove off.
The drive home across down on the freeway generated quite a few honks from semi-trucks, including guys driving high utility vehicles. I arrived home and parked into my garage, got out, and went into my house. I stripped off my clothes, jumped into the shower, and washed all the traces of cum from my hair and face. I was back to my natural self, but it was unfortunate that I had ruined my hair.
Richard returned home that evening and never suspected a thing, thank God for that.
This work is a true confessional from one of my esteem followers. You can write to her personally: Ms. Black. Find the first instalment below.
Master Shango, I truly believe you would be amazing at connecting people. With your power, intelligence, outreach, and popularity, you should start a site that puts weak whites like myself and my wife in contact with Strong, Superior, Black Men. You would be the perfect matchmaker for Bulls and cuckold couples. Or even single white females and males who know it's their place to serve their Black Superiors. You should consider starting a site dedicated to finding white pigs to serve Black Men.
My wife was seduced by a dominant black man. He told her I needed to be. Controlled & she should feminize me. She ordered me to get naked & I thought this was fun.
She put me in panties, put an ankle lock on me & ordered me to vacuum the apt.
I obeyed