I'm a nigger bitch.

I once saw a porn clip where a black woman kneeling before a white man stared straight into the camera and said: "I'm a nigger bitch." After saying those words she turned and began to suck the hard white cock in front of her.

Being black, it is probably expected that I would have felt it to be offensive. But I didn't. Seeing her beautiful face and hearing her say those words before turning to suck a white cock was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. But I had raceplay recordings where a black woman called herself nigger bitch and a nigger slut and a nigger whore before that moment. She called herself nigger bitch and the men and women she had sex with, who often even spit on her or pissed on her, called her a nigger too. She loved being treated that way, and they were happy to use her as their hot black fucktoy.

Now I'm a white owned, white cock worshipping, nigger whore and I love it.

It was bound to happen, I guess. I'd thought about the fact that my secret might be discovered many times, especially when doing it while my wife was at home. But with years having passed with my being able to do it and not be discovered I guess I let my guard down. Then the day arrived that I came home from work expecting to relax and enjoy a nice dinner with the wife and kids only to find that the kids were not there and my wife was seated, completely naked, in the middle of the livingroom floor surrounded by stacks upon stacks of my favorite porn. There was a video recording playing on the big screen that depicted a beautiful black woman riding the big white cock of an extremely attractive blond haired white stud. As I watched the scene shifted to a closeup of the thickness of the bare white cock stretching the opening of the hair fringed black cunt and showed both his prick and her pussy covered in the creamy white juices of her profuse discharge.

"How long, Kev?" Crystal asked softly, her hazel eyes gazing up at me. She calls me Kev, which is short for Kevin.

"The dates are on the boxes containing the sd cards," I answered, removing the jacket of my suit and loosening my tie. As I started to take a seat in my favorite chair she stopped me and had me join her on the floor.

Holding up a small blue box, she peered at its date.

"2005. Ten years, hunh? That's a long time. That's as long as we've been married. And how long did you plan to keep this up? Did you ever plan to say anything about it?"

I sighed as I gazed at the beautiful black woman I'd married. Looking at her, I couldn't help but smile. Even though we'd been married for nearly ten years, and she had given birth to four kids, she still looked like the small, slim bodied, nineteen year old coed I'd met and fallen for.

Crystal is an exquisitely beautiful woman with long, silken, ebony hair that hangs in straight lines to the small of her back. The fall if her hair frames an entrancing face that one would expect to see on the cover of a black fashion magazine, and she has been. There is a slightly Asian cast to her gleaming topaz eyes that, when added to her mahogany complexion, high cheekbones, slender nose, and soft pouting lips, gives her features an exotic look that most men can't seem to resist. In addition to a fantastic face, she possesses a trim physique with small, round tits adorned with Hershey Kisses as areola and nipples, flat belly, small hips, and a tight little ass that displayed just the right amount of rise to make it a mouthwateringly enticing apple bottom. She could have had any man she wanted, but she chose me and I was happy she had.

Don't take that the wrong way. I am quite attractive myself. Dark skinned and dark eyed with a slender face and a medium softness of lips that most women found to be extremely kissable, I also possessed the trim, well-toned form of a distance runner. I never had any problems getting any woman I wanted either. Crystal once told me that it was because I am visual art, standing sleek and elegant like a gazelle and moving with the predatory grace of a panther. A complement which was a real boost to my ego, and which I loved to playfully remind her of on occasion.

At that moment she appeared to be worried. Peering into her eyes, I could see vulnerability and confusion there, as if she could not understand what was going through my mind and feared the worst. Just from observing the emotional turmoil she was experiencing, I was moved. There was no doubt in my mind that she loved me. I figured her concern was regarding what the recordings she had uncovered meant regarding the fate of our marriage. I knew I needed to assure her that her place in my heart was safe and our marriage was secure.

As I lowered myself to the softness of the plush cerulean carpet of our livingroom, I reached out to caress her face. Gazing into her eyes and continuing to smile warmly I spoke softly and disarmingly.

"Really, baby, I never intended for you to see those. And as for why I didn't say anything... What would I say?" I asked, stroking my fingers through the high strands of the carpet. I shrugged. "What would you have said if you were in my place? You've kept your secrets as long as I have mine. Why didn't you tell me about them?"

I chuckled softly.

"Besides, I'm sure you can imagine how much I have dreaded the idea of having this conversation with you. It really isn't something I expected we would ever have to talk about when we got married. But now that the cat's out of the bag, so to speak, I guess we really should talk."

"Where do we start?" Crystal asked with a small smile, the fear in her eyes lessening in response to my lack of an expression of anger.

I pointed at the display on the screen, where the black woman was with another white man, riding up and down on his cock. This was a dark haired man with a huge prick. From the moans of pleasure emanating from the speakers, and the way her wide stretched black snatch was creaming on his prick, the woman was enjoying herself immensely.

"Maybe we should start with you. When did you discover you possessed a love of white dick?" I inquired, continuing to observe the tv screen where Crystal could be seen bouncing up and down on the big white prick that filled her hair fringed black pussy.

"It's more than that, and you know it," she responded, turning her face so that she was looking at herself on the screen and when I returned my eyes to her I found myself gazing at her profile. She slowly cut her eyes toward me, her pink tongue flickering out to moisten her plump brown lips in that seductive way she did, and which she knew drove me crazy. She was watching herself whorishly riding a white man's cock, and with us talking about her love of white cock she had become extremely aroused. "If you're going to ask, ask me the right way."

I immediately knew what she wanted so I did as she asked.

"Okay then, I'll ask the question in the right way. When did you become a little nigger cumdump for big white cocks?"

With my having said those words, referring to the issue in such an explicit manner, she visibly relaxed. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her, or some invisible shackles had been released, freeing her. She lay back as if floating on a cloud.

"Yes. That's exactly what I've been. It's what I am. I'm a hot pussied nigger slut and I love... No. I worship white cock." She laughed happily. "You don't know how good it feels to be able to say that. And being able to say that to you is even better."

Crystal turned up the volume on the television. Not much, but loud enough that we could both hear what was being said. The man on top of her was another blond haired man, and she lay on her back with her legs raised along his sides and her hips rising and falling in time with his strokes as he pounded her hard and deep.

"Yeah. That's right, bitch. Fuck me back. Show me how much you want my white cock in your nigger cunt," the man growled. His thrusts were vicious, slamming his cock into her depths. "You're a nasty little nigger whore, aren't you? And you love fucking white men behind your husband's back don't you?"

"Oh! Ohhhh! Yes!" I heard Crystal answer.

"Say it, slut! Say you're a nigger whore. Say you want white meat more than you want your husband's black cock."

"Yessss! Oh God, yeah! I'm a nasty little nigger slut who craves white cock. I'm a nigger whore who loves white cock more than black cock. I want white cock more than I want my husband's black dick. And I love fucking white men behind my husband's back. I'm nothing but a hot black piece of ass, born to be used for the pleasure of white men," Crystal moaned heatedly, undulating obscenely beneath the man. "Fuck me. Fuck my nigger cunt. Fill me with your cum, baby. Oh! Oh! I'mmmm cuuuummmmiiinnnngg!"

I'd seen that scene before. And not just that time. It was repeated many times over the years, though not always in exactly the same way. There were variations of acts and words, but things were usually similar so I was not surprised by the sight. Over the years I'd heard Crystal called a nigger slut, black bitch, nigger cunt, whore, and various other racial terms. I'd also heard Crystal call herself those things as well. And I'd seen her with both men and women, being spit on, pissed on, and employed for their sexual pleasure in various ways. It was obvious that she found her greatest carnal thrill in being degraded and sexually used by white people.

Not that I was any better. I loved seeing her get off with them just as much.

She rolled over to face me.

"And you've known about what I've been doing the whole time we've been married?" She asked.

"Not the whole time we've been together. I didn't even suspect that you could have such desires when we were dating. But, then, we weren't together twenty four hours a day when we were dating."

"When did you know?"

"I figured you were cheating during our honeymoon, when I came back to our hotel room and discovered a pair of your panties in the bathroom trashcan. You had tried to hide them beneath some trash that I had tossed in there the day before, but a little of the bright green fabric could be seen, Wondering why you would try to hide them, I picked them out of the garbage and found they were soaked with cum. I knew it wasn't my cum, so the reasonable conclusion was that you had been fucking someone else," I responded. Then I blinked and smiled at how she had shifted the focus to me. "Hey. That's not fair. You still haven't answered my question. You don't get to ask me questions until you've answered mine. Tell you what, let's shift the questions back and forth. I'll ask you one and then you can ask me one."

Crystal laughed.

"Okay. That's fair," she stated. She appeared to ponder. "What was your question again. Oh yes. When did I become a white cock slut? The answer to that is not easy. I could say that it happened when I came home from school early one day and walked in on my big sister and Mr. Sanders, our forty year old, blond haired next door neighbor.

"Mr. Sanders was married to our mother's best friend and was the father of my best friend. He was on top of Cherry, his lightly tanned white skin a sharp contrast to the midnight black smoothness of her complexion, slamming a long, thick, steel hard crimson prick into her with such force it was almost as if he was raping her. Almost, but not really. As I watched, with every thrust he would say obscene things to her about how much of a slut she was and how nigger bitches were created to be the fucktoys of white men. The only reason I knew it wasn't a rape was because I saw that Cherry had her heals hooked behind Mr. Sanders' ass and was moaning with pleasure as she humped her hips with sexual abandon.

'Yesss! Fuck me hard and deep like that, baby! Oh! Oh! Fuck my nigger pussy! I'm a nasty little nigger bitch and I need a big white cock fucking me!' Cherry said. That was when they noticed I was there. She looked at me without the slightest shred of guilt or embarrassment. 'Every black bitch should be fucked by a big white dick! Every black cunt should be filled with a white man's cock and cum. And every black whore should be bred by white studs!

'That's what I want! Oh! Oh! Fuck me full of white seed and breed me! Breed me like a nigger whore is supposed to be bred! Fuuuuuccccckk meeeee!'

"They didn't stop fucking. They didn't care that I was watching, and I found that to be extremely hot. As far as Mr. Sanders was concerned, he was a white man taking what he wanted from a black slut whose very existence was intended for his pleasure. At the same time, Cherry was reveling in the complete debauchery of a total submission to her desire for white flesh and was actually happy that I was seeing it

"I could say that was when it happened, but I won't. Because the truth is I've always fantasized about being with a white guy. My first sexual fantasies were of sex with white boys. The sight of my sister and Mr. Sanders was just kinkier and more explicit than what I envisioned. But it served to awaken me to what the racial aspect to my desire for white dick really meant, showing me what I immediately knew to be how I wanted to be treated by white men.

"A lot of black women would say that seeing another black woman being ravaged by a white man and used as a cum bucket, while hearing him call her a nigger slut, or a black whore, or a fucking cunt, is repulsive to them. And maybe it is. But to me the sight is absolutely glorious. When I saw my sister being treated that way I realized I was being shown exactly what was missing from my life and what I craved. It was at that instance that I realized that what I wanted was to be completely taken by white men.

"A week later Mr. Sanders popped my cherry and I became one of several black women he was fucking, which also included my mother, my mother's younger sister, my dad's little sister, and my cousin by my mother's older sister."

"If you love white cock so much, why'd you marry me?" I asked.

"Because, even though I have an insatiable hunger for white meat, and have fallen in love with some of my white lovers, there is more to life and sex than you are anticipating," she responded. "Sex with you is just as astounding as the pleasure I get when I'm with a white guy. That's because whenever we've fucked it has been after I was already royally screwed by a big white dick. I always get off on knowing you are getting sloppy seconds after some white stud has fucked a big load of spunk into my womb. It's so hot, having you eat the potent cum of my white lovers from my freshly fucked snatch then rolling a condom down over the length of your prick to make sure you don't get me pregnant and fucking you while thinking of how I never take any precautions to stop myself from being impregnated by any of the white cocks that fuck me.

"Since you've been taping me, you know that I never use condoms with the white guys I fuck, so you know that every time you came home from work and I wanted you to suck my cunt, I was being a really nasty bitch, having you lick the thick gooey seed that had been deposited by my sex partners from my inner walls and taking a chance that I might get pregnant by them."

I nodded.

"I knew it," I admitted.

"And you just let me keep doing it. You let me keep fucking white guys and feeding you my cummy pussy afterwards for years and didn't say anything. Hell, sometimes you even came home and threw me down and ate me out. Wow. Do you like it? Is that it? Do you like knowing you're eating my cunt after other men have fucked me? You do, don't you? You like that I fuck white guys," She laughed. "What do you like most about it? Seeing your wife being roughed up and spit on by white men, treated like a hot piece of nigger ass and banged by big white cock? Hearing me moaning with joy as their huge pricks pound into me. Hearing me begging for their cocks and their cum. Begging them to ..."

She stopped as if she realized I might not have considered what she was about to say and what the results of her having fucked so many men had been. She looked at me.

"Seeing you undulating whorishly beneath the white guys as you begged them to fuck you, cum in you, and impregnate you?" I saw a glimmer of nervousness resurface, but I reached out to gently and lovingly caress her cheek. "I love seeing you like that. I love seeing the whorish way you fuck when you're riding a white dick. I love seeing you cum on their cocks and I love seeing them cum inside you.

"Yeah, it's mean that you are letting white men shoot their seed inside you even though you won't let me, your husband do so, but there is also something so hot about it. Watching you getting your brains fucked out by white men, I feel as if that's what a black woman is meant to do. There is also something so raunchy about coming home from work to my hot wife and performing clean up duty on your delicious pussy following your afternoon trysts. I did say delicious, didn't I? So, yeah, I love the way you taste after you've been fucked full of cum.

"Oh. And of course, I know the condoms weren't faulty when the kids were conceived. We have four kids and I've never fucked you barebacked. Since there was cum in your panties during our honeymoon,

and I know you've never used any kind of birth control, I'm guessing our first was conceived then. But when you got pregnant with the other three is probably on these videos. I love watching as they fuck you when I know you're fertile, knowing they could be knocking you up. And if the way you fuck them during those times is any indication, you like knowing you are ovulating and taking a chance that they might impregnate you too.

"Every time I think of you being knocked up by one of your white lovers my dick gets so hard I expect it to rip out through my pants. I think it's hot that I'm married to a white bred nigger slut. Baby, you are everything I've ever fantasized about in a black woman."

"You're okay with that? You really are as much of a freak as I am, aren't you?" Crystal chuckled playfully. "All this time you've been enjoying the fact that you have a nigger slut hot wife who is cuckolding you, and to think that I had been concerned that you would divorce me."

"I know the feeling. There have been many times when I watched the way you were with your lovers, seeing the way you responded to their touch and the way they fucked you, or listened to you tell them how much you love them and the way their white cocks felt inside you, that I wondered if you were going to take the kids and leave me."

Crystal reached out to comfortingly caress my cheek with the tips of her fingers in much the same way as I had stroked the side of her face a moment before.

"Oh, Baby, I would never leave you," she murmured in a soothing purr. "I may be a rotten little whore, but I'm your whore. I love you."

"I love you too. And I love that my wife is such a hot little white cock slut," I responded, enjoying the warm touch of smooth skin as her slender fingers slid across my flesh. "I also love our kids. I'm guessing we'll be having more?"

"I'm sure we will. And soon, if Sean has his way. But you know that he's asked me to let him knock me up, don't you? It's on yesterday's recording."

"Yeah. I know. But that's not all he asked."

"You're right. That's not all he asked. As you know, he wants to be my bull. I wanted to talk to you about that, but first I thought I should talk to you about these recordings."

I had noticed something. As soon as I brought up Sean's request to be her bull, Crystal lay all the way down on her side and her free hand moved to begin rubbing her fingers through the wet slit of her black haired snatch. It happened unconsciously, as if just the thought of having a white bull was such a turn on to her that she couldn't help herself.
"Are you going to do it?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"On you, actually. The question is: Would you be able to accept it if I did? By being my bull, Sean doesn't mean that he just wants to be able to fuck me whenever and wherever he wants. He can already do that. What he wants is to be the owner of my cunt. He wants you to know that I'm his nigger sex slave and he can do whatever he wants with me. If I agree to accept him a my bull he's made it clear that he wants me to be completely white owned and that I will be a white cock only slut. No, not slut. I will be a white cock only whore. Not only does he plan to screw me whenever and wherever he pleases, even in front of you and the kids, but he plans to pimp me out to his friends and business associates.

Also, by my being white cock only, you won't ever be able to fuck me again. The only dicks that will be filling my mouth, pussy, and ass will belong to white men." Crystal had a devilish look in her eyes, which, added to the smoldering embers of lust already burning there created an expression that was both sensual and sinister. "But there are other things we can do together. My being white cock only doesn't mean I'm white tongue only. So you can still come home and enjoy the delicious flavor of my cum filled pussy after I've been fucked while you're at work, when I come home after Sean has taken me out to party with some of his friends.

"Another thing you should know is that he wants to own you and the kids. When he comes here he wants to be the king in his castle. He wants the entire family to be his to do with as he wishes. He plans to fuck the girls when they are old enough and he intends to humiliate you as much as possible. Not only by fucking me in front of you, but he also wants me do porn. He's told me about this fetish raceplay site that he wants to submit the videos to. He wants me to do nigger impregnation porn. He says he wants me to do films where I'm with one guy and get pregnant, with two guys, and he wants to film it as white guys gangbang a baby into me. And he wants you to agree to that."

"He wants me to agree to his fucking our girls?"

"When they're old enough and ready," Crystal nodded.

"He does know that Shawna is his daughter, doesn't he? Is he going to fuck her too?"

"He knows she's his, and yes he plans to fuck her too. When we talked about it, he said that she is just as much a nigger whore as her mother. He's made it clear to me that he plans to keep her as his own personal pet pussy, to screw and breed regularly."

"And you want to do this?"

Crystal was rubbing her pussy faster and her hips were rising and falling in a fucking motion as she ground her hot snatch against the palm of her hand, four fingers plunged deep inside of her.

"Yes," she said in a panting voice. Her answer came without the slightest hesitation. "You know I do. Being a nigger fucktoy for white men is what a black woman is meant to do. And, of course, I want the same for my daughters. I don't care if it is incest, I want Shawna to fuck and breed with her father. I know that if my father had been white he would definitely be one of my bulls. I would be fucking him constantly and I would make sure he knocked me up often. As for what Shawna might want, I'm sure that once she realizes that we're not going to condemn her for it, and we don't consider there to be anything wrong with it, she will be happy to be her daddy's private little nigger whore. The question is: What do you want? Do you want things to continue like they are, with you vicariously getting your jollies by watching me live out my sexual fantasies, or do you want to live out your fantasies too?"

Her question confused me, and I guess it showed on my face because she elaborated a bit.

"I know what you really want, Kev, and I've known for some time," Crystal smiled, a perverse gleam in her golden highlighted eyes. "I think I need to confess something I don't believe you have ever taken into consideration. I've known about the cameras long before now."

She was right. I hadn't considered that she might be aware that I was video taping her sexual interactions. Because of lack of nervousness and completely absorbed manner that she had displayed when with her lovers, until that very moment, it hadn't occurred to me to wonder about it. Now she was telling me that she knew she was being taped and it surprised me.

"How long?"

"I discovered the cameras a few days after we returned from our honeymoon. I figure you put them in immediately after we got back, and since I immediately started fucking Derek and Terry after we returned home you got to watch me for two days without my knowing. What it seems you haven't realized is that I am the one who does most of the cleaning in the house. Because I am a fastidious person I know every nook and cranny of this place. So I quickly became aware of the cameras. I was equally aware of when you added additional cameras and the microphones to pick up my moans and screams of pleasure."

"So you didn't just find the recordings, you knew about them for ten years. All that time you knew I was watching you and you didn't say anything until now. Why?" I asked.

"When I first noticed the cameras I was scared that you were going to divorce me, so I didn't say anything, hoping that you wouldn't."

"But you didn't stop fucking other men."

"No. I didn't stop, and you know why."

"You're addicted to white cock."

"Yes. I'm addicted to white cock. And I'm addicted to white pussy. I can't go a day without it, and you've seen that. When time passed and you didn't say anything about my sexual activities, even the orgies and gangbangs, and with you coming home to eat my pussy every day, with me knowing that you knew my cunt was full of cum when you were tonguing it, I became less nervous. Then Sienna was born, with a burnished brown skin tone and mousy brown hair, and you accepted her as your daughter even though I knew you knew she wasn't yours."

"She is mine. Even though I'm not the one who knocked you up on our honeymoon, I love her as my daughter."

"You mean you're not the one who knocked me up before our wedding. I know you thought I got knocked up on our honeymoon, but that isn't true. Actually, I got knocked up by Mr. Sanders during the time I went to spend time with my family before the wedding. Sienna is his daughter, named after my grandmother. He took my cherry with that big white cock of his, so I felt it was only right that he be the father of my first child.

"Anyway, after she was born and you claimed her as your own without the slightest reservation, I stopped feeling nervous about things. I realized that you knew I was fucking white men barebacked and it turned you on to see me do it, to eat me out afterwards, and to watch them impregnate me. I also realized that it didn't matter if I gave birth to brown haired, bronze skinned babies like Sienna or light golden skinned ones with blond hair, you would love them just the same and that made me feel so much more secure in our marriage.

"It seemed you were okay with my being a nigger slut for white cock and nothing could have made me happier than to know that. Or so I thought. But then, figuring you were jerking off to the recordings, I wanted to see you do it while you watched me. I wanted to know what got you hard, my being with white guys or white girls or both. Did you like seeing me eating white pussy or sucking white cock. Did you like it when I was with one guy, two guys, being gangbanged, or in an orgy with several white girls and white guys. Curious, I put cameras in your office here at home. Since you don't clean up the house you didn't notice them and they've been there a while."

I looked at her and remained silent. When I didn't speak she continued on.

"At first I thought you were just taking a voyeuristic enjoyment from watching me. But after a while I got to see that there was more to it than I knew."

Crystal reached out to pick up the remote and point it toward the computer console attached to the television. Suddenly the picture of her riding her black snatch up and down on a big white prick was replaced by a depiction of me in alone in my office. In the video I was completely nude and watching Crystal riding on another guy's big cock as I stroked the large ebony shaft of my cock with my right hand, at the same time, with my left hand, I held a long, fat white dildo beneath me and was riding my ass up and down on it in time with her movements on the screen.

"I thought you were just getting off on watching me, but that wasn't it at all. You were fantasizing about being me. You were fantasizing about being a nigger bitch. Being spit on, pissed on, and impregnated by big cocked white studs." She looked at me questioningly. "When did you decide that you wanted to be a nigger bitch, because I certainly never suspected I married one."

There was no point in denying it, the proof was right there on the screen in front of us. At first it was just me getting off on watching my wife's sexual exploits with white men and women. I don't know exactly when it changed, but one day I suddenly began to view things from her perspective, imagining the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling. The next thing I knew I was fucking my ass with dildoes and imagining it was me being treated like a hot black slut who craved big white dick. And, as if to confirm what she was saying, I could be heard moaning obscenely through the speakers.

"Oh. Oooooh. Fuck my hot black ass. Fuck me hard and deep with your big white cock. Oh. Oh. Fuck me like the nigger whore I am," I could be heard moaning.

She had obviously edited her recording as I had mine, because the picture shifted to become one where I lay on my back, one hand behind me to hold the long, fat phallus of white rubber in position as my hips rose and fell in a fucking motion that had me spiking my ass down hard on the massive fake cock. Also like me, she had placed her cameras in various places to catch a variety of angles, so the scene began with a side view but then shifted to a close up of the space between my legs, displaying the wide stretched hole greedily gobbling up the dildo again and again, taking it hard and deep.

"That's what you want isn't it? You want to be a white cock owned nigger bitch, don't you?" Crystal smiled. "And the reason that you can accept my being a white cock whore is because you know, in your heart of hearts, that if you had been born a beautiful black woman you would white owned and white bred too.

"So my question is, do you really want to be the slutty black bitch you fantasize about when you're alone, sucking and getting fucked by big dicked white studs, or is it just a fantasy? Do you want to feel a real cock inside you, pounding you hard and deep before shooting you full of hot cum, or are you content playing with toys?

"Sean thinks you would be a gorgeous chocolate bitch."

Suddenly my heart began to pound. She was right. The fantasy of being fucked by a white man and treated like a slut was one thing, but facing the reality of it was something altogether different. Despite the subject matter being of my submission to big dicked white studs, I understood that my masturbatory fantasies were under my control. What Crystal was talking about was a complete change of life to the living out of the reality and acceptance of my place as a nigger bitch. I was really tempted to say yes to her proposal. Even with the nervous fear sending icy tendrils through my heart, I wanted to say yes.

Staring at myself on the screen I saw that it was a scene where I lay on my side next to the wall, my upper leg was bent to spread myself and my foot was flat on the floor to give me support for my movement. With both of my hands behind me gripping the base of my thickest dildo to hold it in place against the wall, I pushed back, using my leg to assist the motion, and humped my hips to fuck myself on it. I looked totally whorish. And I know I felt absolutely whorish when I was doing it. Remembering that I was watching Crystal being gangbanged and doing a triple penetration, taking a white cock in her mouth, another in her pussy, and another in her ass as I rammed my ass on the monster dildo had me almost as turned on as I had been that day. On that day, if one of her lovers would have come into the room and wanted to fuck me, I would have definitely let him. Thinking of that day, my cock was a hard and throbbing mass of flesh and my ass was tingling with a desire to be fucked.

"So Sean knows?" I observed as I tried to remain clear headed and not succumb to my lust.

"Yes. He knows everything. Which is why he says it's up to you. He doesn't just want to be my bull, he wants to be the family bull. He wants to be the girls' bull. And he wants to be your bull too."

I turned to look at my wife.

"Your lover wants to fuck me?"

"Yes. If you'll have him. And you've seen how he gets me off so you know he's a great fuck. He's tall and muscular, with a supersized white cock that I know you'll love to feel inside you. But first you have to agree to accept him as your bull, and then you have to prove that you are really willing to be the white owned nigger slut you imagine being."

"Prove it how?" I asked, curious as to what hoops I would have to jump through prove my willingness to be used as the sexual property of a white man if I could make the decision to say yes to his proposal.

"He wants you to get fucked by somebody. He wants me to dress you up as a woman and take you out and get you fucked. He doesn't want to go through the hassle of having you say you accept it but, not having had the experience of being fucked, changing your mind at the last moment. He wants to be sure you know what you are agreeing to if you say yes," Crystal explained. She reached out to place her hand over mine, squeezing it as it absently squeezed and stroked my pulsing hardness through the front of my pants. She smiled coaxingly. "Say yes, baby. You know you want to. Say yes and we'll go out and get that hot black ass of yours properly fucked by a big white cock. Free that nasty nigger whore inside you and let me show you what it's really like to be a hot, black fucktoy. You want that, don't you? Yeah, you want it. So just do. Be the white dick worshipping nigger bitch you've dreamed about being."

"It's not as easy a decision as you might think. What you're asking is a total life altering commitment. Can I have a few days to think about it?" I asked.

"Sure. But I don't know why you are going to waste the time. We both know you're going to say yes. And, if you think about it, you will not be changing all that much. The only real difference is that instead of imagining you are a nasty nigger bitch, you will be a real one. Instead of riding a rubber cock, you will be sucking and getting fucked by real white cocks and feeling white men cum inside your mouth and ass."

She was right. Taking the time to think about it was a waste of time. Sure, I had concerns that made me reluctant. Who wouldn't have? Consideration regarding how the kids would respond, what my parents and my brother would think if they found out that Crystal was doing fetish raceplay porn or that I was just a hot whore and getting fucked by white men just as much as she was, and how would it affect my effectiveness at my job. The Hollywood response to Caitlyn Jenner aside, I was pretty sure revelation of my sexuality, especially the racial aspect of it, would not be as accepted by my coworkers. But after only two weeks and a conversation with Sean, where I tried to limit things and he put me in my place, telling me that a nigger bitch does what she's told and doesn't make demands of her bull. He said that he had contemplated my concerns and didn't give a fuck. Grabbing me around the throat and pushing me back until I banged hard against a wall, he said that he would let me go to work as usual and not that he would allow me to keep the identity I had there so that I could support Crystal and the kids, but when I was home I would be his bitch to do with as he pleased.

Of course Sean and I both knew that it would be impossible for things to remain a complete secret for long. He was just trying to make it easier for me to accept and commit to the decision I had already made.

At the end of our conversation, Crystal reminded me that there was something I had to do first.

"You are going to be a real whorish nigger bitch, Kev. I'm going to see to it. Just give me a few weeks to put things together. We have to go shopping and get you wigs, make-up, and a new wardrobe. I'm thinking the clothing won't be a problem, but finding shoes your size might be. Then I'll have to teach yu how to walk in heels," she smiled happily. "This is going to be fun. Hot and nasty fun.

"Just so you know, I'm going to be using you as my bitch just as much as Sean. From now on my cunt might be white cock only, but it will remain black tongue receptive," she said, a nasty gleam in her eye. "I will still be feeding you my pussy after it's been fucked. How else is it going to get cleaned?"

"So not everything is going to change."

"Well, there is a slight change and I think it's something you will enjoy. From now on the cum in my gash will be fresher because you will be there when Sean fucks it into me." Her hazel eyes burning with lust, Crystal went to where Sean was seated and knelt down beside him. She began to open the front of his pants. "I think you need a small demonstration of what you can expect from me."

Right then and there, with me sitting only an arm's length away from them, my wife pulled out the blond haired white stud's enormous cock and began to suck it in front of me. I watched as the huge shaft grew erect in her hand and beneath the ministrations of her lips and tongue. When it was stiff and throbbing, Sean turned to look at me.

"Look at this black bitch suck my cock. Soon you'll be sucking my cock too, you fucking nigger whore," he growled in a voice hoarse with sexual hunger. He grabbed her head between his hands and began to hump his hips up at her face, thrusting the long, fat shaft of his meaty prick into her mouth and throat. "I'm going to be fucking your mouth like this until I cum and you're going to love it.

"Look at her. Look at her soft brown lips wrapped around a white cock. Look at the greedy way she sucks white cock. She looks absolutely perfect with a big white dick in her mouth. She looks just as good with a white dick splitting the plump lips of her juicy, black pussy and between the soft, round cheeks ass. Worshipping white cock is what you nigger whores were created for. Yeah, bitch. Being used for the pleasuring of white cock and white cunt is all you're good for."

I watched Crystal suck his cock, her brown lips making loud slurping sounds while gliding up and down the shaft of Sean's prick as she sucked it like a cum starved whore. I watched the way she worked her mouth on his throbbing hardness, drool streaming from the corners of her lips to spill in glistening streams over his balls. Noticing the mess she was making at his crotch, she let his cock fall free and began to clean the spit and precum from the yellow blond hairs covering his pelvis and scrotum. And as I watched, seeing the way her small hand was wrapped his massive erection as it pulsed in the air, I found my mouth watering with a desire to join her. When she had finished lapping up the overflow she resumed swallowing the throbbing column of hot male flesh that pulsed within her grasp.

"That's right. Suck that white cock, bitch. Suck my cock while I fuck your face," Sean groaned with pleasure as he held her head and humped harder and faster, sending his meaty shaft plummeting repeatedly into the heated depths of her throat. "Yeah. That's it. That's it. Suck my dick, you nasty nigger whore. Show Kevin what a white cock slut you are and how a black bitch worships big white cocks."
Again he turned his attention to me.

"Look at how she's sucking that white cock. Hot, ain't it? Bet you're wishing you were in her place right now, aren't you Kevin. Bet you're wishing you could be the hot nigger bitch kneeling before a white man and sucking his cock." He nodded. "Of course you are. Yeah, you can't wait to unleash the nigger slut within you. I'll bet that when you do you're gonna go fuck crazy and take cock like you're the hottest nigger whore on the planet.

"You're gonna be my whore. And I plan to make sure you are as well fucked as your wife."

A short moment later, Sean came, spurting a heavy white load of thick, gluey jizz in my wife's mouth and throat. He came so hard and so much that she couldn't swallow it all as fast as it was being fed to her. The dense dollops and ropes of pearly slime began to spew out around the base of his shaft to cover her lips, drool down her chin, and drop onto her dress at her small, heaving breasts. While eating his cum, Crystal moaned in joy, as if his spunk was the most delicious thing in the world.

Crystal sucked and slobbered over his cock until she had drained everything his balls had to give then slavishly licked up what had escaped and fallen into the blond hairs at his pelvis and splattered his balls. Afterwards she rose to her feet and walked over to me. Without even the slightest consideration that I might respond with reluctance to her actions, she leaned down and placed her cum smeared lips against mine right in front of her white lover. As she kissed me she fed me some of his cum that she had retained in her mouth, and I kissed her back, passionately and hungrily, my cock pulsing and straining at the front of my jeans as warm sensations flowed through my heart as I lovingly and gently ran my hands through the softness of her dark hair while accepting the salty flavored jizz she fed me.

The next week Crystal took me out shopping for wigs, makeup, and feminine outfits that would complement my figure in the most seductive way. And the week following our shopping trip, she took me to a place where I was given a complete body waxing, as well as a manicure and pedicure. Which was a prelude to our going out later that evening and my first sexual encounter with another man. Or, rather, I should say men.

After being tested for sexually transmitted diseases, which was a required procedure for where we went next because, according to my wife, it was known that sometimes a horny bitch can't resist the urge to let a monster cock bareback her and flood her with hot spunk, Crystal took me to a club that was known for its profuse clientele of women, transsexuals and transvestites. Of course there were men there as well, but there were more feminine looking bodies than masculine. I think it was Crystal's belief that my being introduced to my first cock would be easier if it came with the form of a beautiful woman.

Being a new face, I was swiftly approached by a beautiful black transsexual who introduced herself as Angelica. She was absolutely magnificent, and I would never have known she was a transsexual if not for the long, protruding shaft of a pulsing dick tenting the front of her tight red dress. Crystal introduced me as Keisha, but informed Angelica that she wasn't my type. Nor was Angelica surprised to hear that I was a nigger bitch who worshipped white cock. When my wife told her that, I felt more than a little embarrassed, but Angelica just laughed and said she understood. She said that when she started out she was she had been a white owned, white cock slut too. She said that over the years that had changed. Now she was just a slut and color wasn't what mattered to her anymore. That made me curious so I asked her what mattered to her now. And she said that now her focus was on the size of the man's cock.

"I like huge cocks. The bigger the better," she replied. She grinned with a sinister gleam in her eyes. "I like cocks that will stretch me wide and thrust into me deep. I like to feel my ass being split wide and the forceful banging of a cockhead against the farthest walls of my rectum. I love feeling a monster cock inside me. Taking me forcefully. Hurting me. Making me bleed. Using me like the nasty nigger bitch I am."

That night I sucked my first cocks. Not just one, but several. In addition to that, I was also fucked several times. With regard to being fucked, I found that Angelica was right. The bigger the cock the better. While the initial pain of penetration can be a little offsetting, once it is inside and ramming hard into my depths the pain is joined by an intense pleasure that completely overwhelms my senses and drives me wild. But what made it even better was when my wife would whisper in the ear of the man who was fucking me and tell him to call me a nigger bitch and to treat me like a hot assed nigger bitch is supposed to be treated. I came so hard while being held down as my ass was roughly pounded by the huge pricks of several white transsexuals, as well as white men, who were happy to call me a nigger whore or black slut when fucking me full of their cum.

I was an insatiable white cock whore that night, allowing myself to be fucked by as many cocks as I sucked. I have remained an insatiable white cock whore ever since.

After that Crystal began to regularly suck and fuck Sean. He not only fucked her while I was out at work, he often screwed her right in front of me, sometimes even spending the night. Occasionally I was commanded to participate and directed to lick my wife's clit or ass while they fucked. And whenever he was finished I was expected to tongue my wife clean, licking up the cum that had escaped from her mouth when she sucked him off or eating the gooey mess from her hairy black cunt when he finished fucking her full of his seed.

He also fucked me in front of her, leaving my gaping ass leaking hot, thick globs of his ropy spunk as his huge load spilled down the back of one of my thighs. I often would reach back to scoop some of the pearly fluid from my dark flesh and suck it from my fingers, reveling in its salty pungent flavor.

When they would fuck one another both of them made sure I was aware that they were trying to breed together. Sean would say things like: "I'm always going to do Crystal bareback." or "I'm going to knock this nigger bitch up." or "I'm gonna turn your wife into a white cock baby factory." They let the cameras remain in place so that they recorded everything.

Within three months Crystal was happily pregnant. A month after Crystal announced her pregnancy, her mother arrived for a visit and spent an entire week at our home getting repeatedly fucked by Sean and his friends then feeding me her cum flooded snatch afterwards. When she went home she relayed an accounting of her experience to Cherry, who immediately showed up on our doorstep. Crystal's sister was so impressed by Sean that she left her husband and moved in with me, Crystal, and our girls, bringing her three golden skinned daughters with her. Sean became her bull as well, knocking her up almost as soon as her feet stepped across the threshold.

Crystal and I remain married, though we are more like sluttish girlfriends than husband and wife. We both know the truth about each other and are happy that we are able to be the horny white cock bitches we truly are. Ours is now, more than ever before, a true marriage. We now share every pleasure of our lives completely. After all, isn't the sharing of all of the most intimate and private joys of life what a marriage supposed to be?