Seeing Alex holding the baby made my pussy wet. It was four weeks since I'd given birth to our fourth child and seeing him doting over the girl following her birth never failed to cause my pussy to heat up. That might seem strange if the only thing causing my sexual arousal was the sight of them, but that was not the only thing causing my cunt to heat up. The real source of my arousal was the sight of how my husband's dark hands contrasted with our daughter's barely tanned complexion and the loving way he caressed the sparse auburn curls that adorned her head. The sight made me think of the date of her conception and that was what made my pussy burn. And it was not the first time I'd experienced such a response, our third child had inspired a similar reaction following her birth, when my husband would hold her in his arms and cradle her head in one hand, her delicate golden hair surrounding his cocoa colored fingers.

At this point you are probably thinking that I am a blond or red haired white woman in an interracial relationship. But I'm not. My name is Kira and I am actually a petite 5'3", 25 year old, dark haired, mahogany complexioned black woman with a slender build that is similar to that of a supermodel or Victoria Beckham. So, if I'm a young black woman and my husband is young black man, how did I end up having biracial children. And what's more how is it that my husband is so accepting of them.

It is simple. My husband loves me, completely and without reservation. Also, he likes our lifestyle now more than he did when we were Mr. & Mrs. Average Black Couple.

The change in our lives began a couple of years back, when I got a temp job working as a secretary for a brokerage firm. My husband was working as the assistant office manager of a shipping company and with us having two kids (the second having been born only four months before) we needed the extra income.

On my first day of work is when I met Darius. Tall and blond haired with fierce green eyes that were both frightening and dazzling, he was an exceptionally gorgeous white stud. When we were introduced, he stood before me, his 6'4" muscular frame dwarfing me, and I felt as if I was being overwhelmed by his presence.

All of the women in the secretarial pool had a thing for him and often talked about him with either a dreamy, love struck daze or a fiery, passionate, lustful yearning in their eyes. I understood what they were feeling because every time I was in his presence I felt things that I didn't believe I should be feeling. When we were in a room together and I would see him, my heart would begin to pound and my pussy would get so wet with a desire to ride that beautiful white stallion that the hot juices would drip from the swampy crotch of my panties to leave embarrassing splatters on the floor or trickle down the insides of my thighs.

When I was a little girl all of my fantasies had been about white men. I used to dream about having a white boyfriend, getting married to a white man and having a family with him. They were just the romantic desires of my youthful mind. And when I grew older, and my fantasies became sexual, those fantasies were also of white men. Darius was a prime example of the white man of my dreams, so, yes, he had a very strong effect on me.

Of course, I tried to fight it. At first, I kept reminding myself that I was a married woman with children. But that didn't help. Soon I found myself retreating to the ladies room two or three times a day to fingerfuck my hot snatch while fantasizing about him fucking me. After each orgasm I would think that I needed to get a grip, but moments later I would be back in a stall with three fingers thrust deep in my pussy as I imagined being fucked by his big white cock.

Then Darius did something that should have helped with the situation. I overheard him talking about me one day. The copier had run out of paper and I'd gone to the storeroom to get some when I heard him having a conversation with some of the stockroom boys.

"I can't believe that none of you has made a move to fuck that new black bitch yet. What's up with that?" Darius asked.

"She's married and has a couple of kids," one of the guys replied. "Don't think she'd be interested in letting us pull her in here for a gangbang."

"How would you know that if you don't try?" Darius asked. He laughed nastily. "Don't you know anything about nigger bitches? Man, they live for white dick. All of them want to be fucked by white men with big cocks. If they don't know it at first, once they get a taste of white meat they realize exactly what a black cunt is for. And as for the married ones...? They want it even more than the single chicks."

"But this one has kids."

"And she'll probably have several more. So what? Why's that a problem for you?" Darius grinned. "I would think that the idea of fucking a nigger whore and knocking her up would be both an ego boost and a turn on for any white man. Tell me that, if you could, you wouldn't use that gorgeous black bitch like the fucking cumdump she is. Tell me you don't love the idea of fucking her so good that she begs for your cum and, when you're finished, sending her home to her black husband and kids pregnant with your baby. After all, ain't that what black pussy is for? To be fucked and seeded by white men? And the nigger sluts know it too, that's why there are so many light skinned babies born by black women every year."

I left after that. I had heard enough. I couldn't believe that any man could be as sexist and racist as Darius had proven to be. What he said had my blood boiling. He had called me a nigger bitch and a nigger whore. The words kept repeating themselves in my head again and again, each time adding to the hostility burning inside me. Through the rest of the day, every time I ran into Darius it took every ounce of my strength to smile and act casual instead of walking up to him and slapping him as hard as I could.

When the work day was over, I went home and tried to act as if nothing was wrong but Alex could tell that something was bothering me. Being a dutiful husband, he asked me if I was all right and I told him I was fine. Later that night, he asked me again if I was all right and told me that it was okay if I leaned on him about any problems I had.

"Loving you and supporting you is what a husband is for," he said. "Maybe I can help."

I told him about what I'd heard in the company storage room but refused to tell him any names of the men involved. When I was finished I expected he would demand that I tell him a name, or that I quit that job. I was surprised when he didn't do either of those things. I watched as he lay back on the bed and made himself comfortable.

"What do you want to do about it?" He inquired. "What's your plan for dealing with the situation. I mean, you can't exactly call him out about it. He was in a closed room having a private conversation with some acquaintances that you only overheard because you chose to stand hidden and eavesdrop on that conversation. We both know you're not gonna slap him. You're not gonna get yourself arrested because some bigoted white motherfucker called you a nigger bitch. And you're not gonna quit, because we need the money and if you quit after only a few weeks it will not look good. So where does that leave you?"

I thought about his question for a moment and it made me even angrier to know that he was right about my choices being limited. I knew that the only thing I could do was suck it up, return to work the next day, and act as if I didn't know what Darius had said.

That night, as I slept, I dreamed of Darius. The dream wasn't overtly sexual in content, but racial and sexist. In the dream I was at work typing up a document and Darius said and did the most inappropriate things. He would say things like "get me some coffee nigger bitch" or "when's the last time you've had a good fucking? A black whore needs a big white cock in her cunt to put out that constant fire" or he'd pinch my butt and say "you've got a cute little ass for a hot little black slut. The type of ass that's made to please a white man." When I woke up in the morning I was super angry and covered in sweat. I couldn't believe that what Darius had said had affected me so much that I was actually having dreams about him. What made me even angrier was that the crotch of my panties was a swampy mess of pussy juice and my cunt was burning with hunger when I awakened.

That day I went to work and put on a calm and unaffected mask as I performed my job. Each time I saw Darius I would intentionally look away from him so that he wouldn't see the sudden flareups of hostility in my eyes. When the day was over, I returned home to have dinner with my husband and kids.

When I went to bed, Alex looked at me and asked a question that caught me off guard. Of all the things I could imagine, it would never have occurred to me to consider he might ask what he did.

"So, did he fuck you today?" Alex asked, in a voice that I thought was strange. There was no anger or disgust in his tone, only curiosity and concern.

"What? Who?" I responded confusedly, not understanding what he was talking about.

"That white guy you were talking about yesterday? The one whose name you called out again and again in your sleep. You were dreaming about him, weren't you?"

"Having nightmares is more like it. I kept dreaming about him doing sexist shit and calling me nigger and..."

"You got off on it."

"No. Of course I didn't. I might not be able to smack him in real life, but I did in my dreams." I couldn't look at him as I lied. "What would make you ask me if he fucked me? After the way I heard him talk about me, what would make you think I would ever have sex with a guy like him?"

Alex just shrugged, his dark eyes soft and unjudgmental.

"Some girls like that sort of thing. White girls go for black men because they want to be treated like the horny sluts they truly are instead of the average beautiful young princess that every guy sees them as. The same goes for the attraction of black women to white men. Sometimes a woman wants to be able to release the darker, nastier side of her sexual nature in a way that is so completely obscene that she fears to try to do it with her husband because she doesn't know how he will react and she doesn't want to ruin her marriage. Baby, I understand that," Alex stated in a caring and loving voice. "I want you to be happy. If you want to fuck that white racist motherfucker you work with, do it. I'm not giving you permission to do it. You don't need my permission to do anything. Ever. If you want to fuck him or any other guy in the office... If you want to fuck every guy in the office... You can do whatever makes you happy."

Alex reached out and pulled me down onto the bed with him. We lay together spoon fashion, with his arms holding me in a loving embrace.

"Kira, I love you. I think you're hot, and I know that other men think you're hot. Neither of us were virgins when we met so I know you've enjoyed sex with other people. Just because we're married doesn't mean you have to give that up." He murmured against the side of my neck, the vibrations sending a rush of sensation coursing through my snatch. Then his voice went lower, becoming a barely audible whisper. "If you want to become a nigger fucktoy for white men, I will understand. I love you and you can trust in that love no matter what you do."

I turned in his arms so that we were face to face. I looked deeply into his eyes.

"And you can accept that? You can accept knowing that your wife is fucking other men? By white men?" I asked. I was surprised by the turn the conversation had taken. "What if I find that I like white dick? What if I begin a relationship with a white guy and fall in love with him. What if I come home one day and tell you that I'm leaving you to be with my white lover? Could you handle that too?"

Alex smiled.

"That couldn't happen. Oh you might find that you like white meat. You might become a total white cock slut and want to fuck white men anywhere and everywhere. You might want to go out on dates in public with white men, letting everybody know you're doing white guys. You might even fall in love with a white lover and go with him on trips. But you won't leave me for any one of them," Alex smiled reassuringly. "Just as I said that you can trust me to love you, no matter what. The same applies to me. I know I can trust you to love me no matter what.

"Baby, I want you to be happy. You may not understand it, but what I'm saying is selfish. Because whenever I see you happy it warms my heart and makes me happy." He stroked my hair. "You may be curious to know if what that guy said is true. So go ahead and try it. If you don't like it you can stop."

"And if I find that I do like it?"

"Then I will be happily married to a nigger hotwife who loves white dick."

Alex gave me a chaste peck on the lips then closed his eyes and went to sleep. I went to sleep too, but I slept fitfully. Again, I dreamed of Darius. This time, along with hearing him call me a nigger slut, I kept hearing Alex tell me that he loved me. Darius kissed me deeply and I kissed him back, running my fingers through the silken softness of his blond hair, as Alex told me he loved me. Darius slowly ran his hand over my butt and when I looked toward Alex, he walked up to me and leaned close.

"I love you, baby," he whispered. "Go ahead and fuck him. Tell me about it when you get home and I will love you even more."

I woke up from that night more confused and upset than the night before. I was confused and upset because, from those dreams, I realized that I was hot for Darius prior to hearing him say the racist and degrading things he'd said and I was still hot for him after hearing them. I didn't understand how I could be even the slightest bit interested in that man after what he'd said. I also realized that I wasn't really feeling anger toward Darius for what he had said. The true source of my anger was that I continued to become aroused by him despite knowing what he thought of me. And then there was Alex's declaration that he would love me no matter how slutty I decided to be. I couldn't stop thinking about how much Alex loved me or the question he had asked me.

"So, did he fuck you today?" The words echoed again and again in my head.

All through the day, every time I would see Darius, my husband's question would come to mind. When that happened, I would imagine the tall, muscular white stud throwing me down and fucking me. That led to me resuming my masturbatory ritual. But, instead of the two or three times that had been my earlier number of times I would seek solo sexual relief I began to do so four or five times a day, which I felt was my husband's fault. If Alex hadn't asked that question, and hadn't been so understanding, I didn't believe I would be feeling the increase in the lust I was feeling.

When I returned home that afternoon, Alex wasn't there. He left a note stating that he had taken the kids to the playground. That left me alone with my thoughts, which wasn't appreciated. Having a moment of private time my mind instantly turned to images of Darius and my pussy immediately caught fire. I dashed to the kitchen where I grabbed a zucchini and, after removing my skirt and panties, lay back atop the kitchen counter where I began to shove it in and out of my dark haired snatch. I came five times with that zucchini, all the while envisioning Darius was fucking my hot, black pussy with his hard, white prick.

That night, on impulse, I told Alex what I had done. I told him because I blamed him for enhancing what I was going through and wanted to hurt him. I was surprised when he didn't express any anger at all. All of a sudden something occurred to me.

"You want me to fuck him, don't you?" Suddenly recognizing what was going on. I'd heard of men who wanted their wives to fuck other men before, but I never suspected Alex was one of them.

Alex shifted his dark eyes away from me for a second. Not in embarrassment, but it was an act he often performed when he was trying to think of a way to express something.

"I can answer that question, but I'd rather not. What I want matters to me, but if I tell you about it and you do it there will be a question of whether you're doing it because you want to do it or doing it because you think I want you to do it. Do you understand? This is about you and what you want. You are in the driver's seat and where we go from here is all up to you," Alex said when he returned his eyes to me. "Growing up, I loved my mother. And, like many men, I chose to marry a woman who I felt was like my mother. That's what I want."

"I mean, sexually. What do you..."

"I know what you mean. And I've told you what I can of what I want." Alex stated. "But the most important thing you need to know is that, whatever you choose to do, I will stand by you. My father left my mother, but I will never leave you. I accept and support any decision you make."

When Alex mentioned his mother, it made me curious. From the moment we'd met we immediately knew we didn't like each other. Actually, it was she who started it. She made it clear that she didn't like me and I just responded. I tried to stay clear of her and she avoided me like the plague. But when he mentioned his mother, I remembered that she was known to like white men and had given birth to five children who had been fathered by white men. I also recalled that the first had been conceived while she was married to Alex's father and that was suspected to be the reason he had divorced her. The situation created so many questions and the only person I could think of to talk about it was Dina.

That weekend I flew to Cleveland to speak with my mother-in-law. After an equally uncomfortable arrival, I steeled myself and told her about what was going on. She surprised me by quietly sitting and listening to what I had to say. When I finished, she sat and looked at me for a moment. Then, suddenly, she laughed, which again surprised me.

"Well, I'll be damned. So you want to fuck white men. I don't believe that boy. And here it is that I thought Alex was making a mistake when he chose to marry you," she said, shaking her head in amazement.

"I didn't say that I want to fuck white men. I said that Alex..."

"He let you know that he would remain your loyal and supportive husband if you did," she finished for me. "But what would that matter if you weren't already looking forward to getting fucked by that blond haired hunk at the office where you work? So the fact is, even if you refuse to admit it to yourself, you want to feel what it's like to be fucked by a big, white dick and you're wondering what you might expect. You're talking to me about it because I am probably the only one you know who would understand what you're going through."

That shut me up. There it was, stated in a nutshell. I relaxed into my seat and looked at her, knowing she was right. I wanted to fuck Darius. I wanted to fuck him in the worst way. I admitted it to myself and our conversation became a completely open discourse.

"You're right. I want to fuck that big, white motherfucker. So what do I do?" I asked. "Do I take Alex at his word and trust that our marriage will survive it? Your husband left when he found out you were fucking white guys, should I suspect that, despite what he says, Alex will do the same?"

Dina shook her head.

"James didn't leave me because I was cheating on him with white men. I wasn't cheating on him, he encouraged me to experience white cock. That wasn't the problem. And, no, that I got pregnant wasn't the reason he left either." Dina took a seat on the sofa close to me and took my hand, holding it as if we were the closest of family. "Alex's father left me because I couldn't be the woman he wanted. Not completely. He wanted a black hot wife. My becoming a white owned, white cock only nigger whore wasn't the problem. The problem was that, when I experienced that change in my sexuality, I did not know how to fit him into my sex life and he couldn't tell me.
James wanted me to rule him.

I wanted white men to rule me. To fuck me. To use me in the most vile and perverted ways. And I wanted them to do it because they wanted to and they could, not because they knew it was something I would like. I wanted them to subject me to any perverse thrill they desired and, likewise, Alex's father wanted me to do the same to him. The problem was that I didn't understand it and didn't know how to respond. He couldn't tell me for the same reason I never told white men how I wanted them to treat me, he wanted me to make him do the nasty and perverted things I desired because they were what I desired. He wanted to worship me and needed to be commanded to do obscene things that would both humiliate him and give me pleasure. That I didn't understand that when we were married is something I regret to this day.

"I've always suspected that Alex took after his father in that way. When he brought you home with him, you were so prim and proper I thought he was going to be disappointed when he found himself stuck in a marriage with a woman who could not provide him with what he really wanted. But here you are, so I guess he knew exactly what he was doing."

Dina smiled warmly, and I actually felt comforted.

"So his desire isn't just to have me fuck a white guy, he wants me to treat him like shit?" I asked frowning.

"Yes and no. It's a fine line. He wants to be dominated by you, but only to the point that you enjoy doing so."

"And what if my true sexual nature is nastier than he suspects?"

Dina shrugged.

"Like I said, it's a fine line. But the main thing is that it's up to you to dictate what happens. At this moment you have a lot of decisions to make. First of all, you have to choose whether you want to be a black woman who occasionally enjoys white dick or if you want to be a full fledged nigger bitch," she said.

"What's the difference?" I asked.

"Well, in one way a black woman wants to keep things on the down-low and be discreet about the acts. With the nigger bitch, though, she craves white cock and doesn't care who knows it. She loves it when a white man treats her like the hot pussied black whore she is and calls her things like 'a nigger whore, a fucking black cunt, a nasty chocolate slut, and other degrading names. My personal favorite is when I'm fucking a white guy with a big cock and he spits in my face before telling me that nigger pussy is meant for white dick. I always cum so hard when that happens," she replied. Her eyes narrowed gaugingly and a nasty smile appeared on her face. "If I was to guess, I'd bet you will be a nigger bitch. I'll bet that, just like it happened with me, from the first moment the head of a white cock enters your black twat you will instantly become a white cock slut."

"Why do you say that?"

Her smile became even more lewd.

"Because you heard the man talking about you like you were a black piece of ass that he could have at will and call you a nigger bitch, and right now your pussy is soaking wet at the thought of him fucking you. What do you think that means?"

After a long conversation with my mother-in-law I returned home with a more clear perspective of what I was dealing with. We had discussed the social and familial effects of becoming a hot wife, especially as it was relative to black women who indulged in inter-racial pleasures. She explained some of the hardships that I would have to be prepared to endure if people found out I was fucking white men. She informed me that I could lose close friendships and that family might stop speaking to me. She then told me the options available for handling that situation.

"If those close to you become aware of your extra-marital activities on their own, through rumor or accidentally happening to be somewhere that you are spending time with your lover, that would be the worst. The reason that would be bad is because they would justifiably feel deceived and you would be caught at a disadvantage when they confront you. On the other hand, if you just come out with it and let your freak flag fly, you may be hurt by some of their responses, but you'll be prepared for it.

"And I should warn you. Being a cumdump for white cock is not an easy thing for every black girl to do. Sure, the sexual thrills are off the chain, but the idea of it is disgusting to a lot of people, both black and white. You have to be able to completely release that nigger slut inside you and let her rule you. If you can't do that you will always be subject to the emotional pains of guilt, disappointment, shame, ect., that other people will try to inflict upon you."

Her advice as to how I should handle each man was surprising in its simplicity. She said that I should use both men for my pleasure and treat both men in opposite ways. She stated that when I was with white men I should be the total white cock loving nigger whore but when I was with my husband I should be the perverse queen bitch.

"For the most part, you should treat Alex the way that white men treat you. Enjoy yourself and do all of those nasty things with your husband that you once were afraid to consider because you feared how he would respond. And here is something you might find especially useful in the way of advice. If your white lover suggests that you do something to your husband, do it. Your white lover will like knowing that you do the humiliating and nasty things to Alex that he has told you to, and Alex will love it too."

By the time I arrived back home I had made up my mind that I was going to fuck Darius, but I didn't just jump into that fire. First, I had to test the waters with both men. With Darius the first thing I did was tell him that I'd overheard his conversation about me in the supply room. I asked him if he meant what he said, or was he just having a macho masculine moment with some associates. He didn't blink at all and told me he meant every word of it.

"If you want the complete truth," Darius said. "I think you're a hot little nigger bitch and if I had my way I'd be fucking you full of cum every day. I'd be fucking you every day because, after the first time, you'd be begging me to fill your black cunt with white cock at every opportunity."

That night, I told Alex about my conversation with Darius and let him know that it had made me so aroused my pussy had been dripping wet ever since. I told him that I was really in need of a good fucking and when he got undressed and joined me in bed I told him to put on a condom. As we had never used them before, I knew he didn't have one and there were none in the house. I made him get dressed and go out to the drugstore to purchase some. When he returned I had him put one on before we had sex. He asked me why I wanted him to wear a condom and I reminded him that I wasn't on the pill then told him, in a very aroused and seductive voice, that I didn't want to take the chance that he might make me pregnant if he came inside me.

"The next time I feel a man cum inside me I will be fucking a white man with a big white dick," I said in a husky purr.

I didn't mean it, but after I said it I realized just how hot the thought was. Recalling that my mother-in-law had given birth to several inter-racial children, I wondered if what Darius had said about black women wanting to be impregnated by white men was true. More importantly, I began to wonder if what he had said about me was true. If Dina was to be believed it was. And, if the way my pussy had erupted into a flaming pit of desire when I'd spoken those words to Alex was any indication, the idea of doing such a taboo thing was an added source of sexual pleasure.

While Alex was fucking me, I kept imagining it was Darius. The fantasy began shortly after Alex entered my dripping snatch and I came instantly, gripping my husband tight and humping my pussy up at his eight inch black dick. I came again, swiftly on the heels of the previous climax, as I envisioned Darius looking down at me with triumphant eyes as he fucked me. It was then that I had an idea of something I could do to test Alex's commitment to me and acceptance of me fucking white men. Continuing to hold him tight, I began to undulate beneath him in the most obscene fashion. I fucked him like the hottest whore, making my pussy grip and suck at his throbbing black prick as I humped and swirled my hips beneath him. I had never been so completely uninhibited when we had sex in the past and I knew he was wondering what had come over me. Putting my lips close to his ear, I whispered the answer to him.

"Fuck me Darius. Take me, baby. Fuck my horny, black pussy hard and deep with your big white dick," I murmured heatedly in my husband's ear. "Oh yeah. I love it. I love the way your cock feels inside me. Oh, oh, ohhhh! You're fucking me so goooooodddd."

It was a mean and nasty thing to do, but it was also so hot that neither one of us could stand it. I didn't know that I possessed such a sadistic nature until I said those words. The moment they flowed from my lips, I realized just how maliciously hurtful they were and that I meant them to be degrading and to cause him emotional pain. The effect on both of us was tremendous. My saying those words made us both climax, my juices spilling out around the base of his embedded black shaft and his cum flooding the space at the tip of the condom.

Things between me and both men gradually changed over the next two weeks. When I would go to work, Darius would sneak surreptitious caresses of my body that grew bolder and bolder with each passing day. When I showed up for work on the day following our conversation about what he'd said about me, I was straightening some papers at a table in the hallway when he casually slid his arm around my waist and glided his hands across my belly to my side. The act caused my pussy to tingle with desire and a rush of wetness to spill into my panties. On the next day, when I didn't complain about what he had done, he cornered me in a conference room for less than half a minute. He pushed me forward until the front of my body was pressed against the wall and the front of his body was pressing against me from behind. I could feel the hardness of his throbbing cock against my back and I became so sexually aroused by it that it was all I could do not to rub myself back against that massive column of pulsing manmeat.

"You know you want it, nigger bitch," he whispered. His hand moved around to cup my breast through my dress. "You want white cock. And even if you won't admit it to yourself, your hot, black cunt is telling you just how true it is."

The next twelve days that passed were filled with similar moments between us. At work, whenever there was a moment when he saw he could get away with it, Darius would sneak a quick feel of my ass or tits and remind me that he wanted to fuck me like a nigger bitch deserved to be fucked. At home, I would tell Alex of what occurred during my interactions with Darius and make him eat my pussy while I did so.

"Just think, all I have to do is give in to his advances and whenever you eat my pussy you will know that you are putting your tongue where a white man's dick has been," I would tell him while humping my hips and grinding nastily at his lips and tongue. And I swear, when I did he would eat my cunt like a hungry boy devouring his favorite dessert, not stopping until I had cum so much I couldn't take anymore and pushed him away.

Then, on the Friday of the thirteenth week, it happened. With all of the sexual teasing between myself and Alex, and myself and Darius, my pussy was constantly ablaze so I guess it was inevitable. Still, what happened took me by surprise. It was surprising because I was the one who initiated it.

Walking into the office the first thing I saw was that big, beautiful, blond haired white stud standing near a desk talking to one of the secretaries. At the sight of him, my pussy immediately became wet and hungry, sending such a strong rush of desire shooting through me that it overwhelmed everything else. I didn't take time to think or worry about the consequences, I just walked over to him, took him by the hand and led him into his office. Once inside I closed and locked the door behind us.

"Okay. You said you want to fuck me? Well, here I am. Show me what a white boy can do with a hot black pussy," I said. Then I moved straight up to him, pulled his head down to mine, and kissed him.

And just like that my life was changed. From that moment on I was no longer the average black housewife and mother I had been, but was transformed into the nigger hot wife and white cock slut I am now.

Both Darius and Dina had been right about me. From the instant Darius pushed the first inch of his big, white dick into me I was hooked. He had barely gotten the tip of the head of his monster fuck pole inside me before I began to cum. And when that first orgasm hit it was more powerful than anything I had ever felt before. His prick was a huge, vein ridged mass that was at least two inches longer and twice as thick as what Alex had. And though that massive, steel hard column of throbbing flesh created a slight pain when it stretched the walls of my juicy snatch, I loved it. I came and came and came with every inch he worked into me.

Darius had Erin, his personal secretary, hold his calls and cancel all of his appointments for the day and we spent the entire morning in the office with his cock inside me. At sometime near 1:00 we took a break and, after I took a moment to freshen up, we went out to lunch. Following that short respite to replenish our energies we returned to his office to resume what we'd been doing before. By the time we decided to stop and return to our homes it was close to seven in the evening and all of our coworkers had gone home.

When we were about to leave, Darius stood fully clothed but I was still naked. When I had started to get dressed he had stopped me and told me he wanted me to walk out of the office and go down to the garage completely naked so that everyone who happened to see me would know what a well fucked nigger bitch looked like.

"And when I come to work on Monday, I am going to tell all the guys about what we did today and how much of a nasty little nigger cumdump you are," he said. Grabbing me roughly under the chin, he raised my cum covered face, looked at me for a moment, then spat on me. "That's just a little something extra to cover a spot I missed when I was shooting my load all over your face. Now, come on, let's go. I just wish I didn't have to go home to my wife and kids. I'd love to see how your husband reacts when he sees you walk in the house totally bare and covered in cum."

When we steeped from his office we immediately ran into one of the cleaning staff who was arriving. It was an older black man who stared at me first with shock and then, when he saw I was with Darius, that look changed to one of revulsion. I smiled at him happily and continued on my way.

The kids were sleep when I got home, and I walked in to see Alex was waiting up for me. I'm sure that, taking one look at me he knew exactly what had happened, but I wanted to impress him with the enormity of the change I had gone through and how it was going to affect his life as well.

"Hi, honey. I had a wonderful day," I said cheerily. Walking to him, I drew his face down to mine the same way I had Darius, but there was a very big difference between the two kisses in that when I kissed Darius my face and lips were not covered in a white man's spunk.

Alex did not recoil in disgust or try to push me away when I kissed him. Instead, he drew my body tight to his and kissed me back, wanting to share the flavor of the white cock and cum that clung to my taste buds. And, from the way he responded to my kiss, I recognized he liked that I had pressed a cummy kiss upon his lips. We were both panting for breath and extremely aroused when we parted.

"Mmmmm. Did you like the way that cum tastes on my lips?" I asked with a smile. "Darius fucked my face and came all over me."

"I see that," he responded.

"But you didn't answer my question. Did you like the taste of his cum?"

"Not really. I liked kissing you and knowing his cum was on your lips," he admitted. "But the taste isn't one of my favorite things."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it," I told him. Then I walked over to one of the comfortable, plushly upholstered brown leather chairs and sat down. Leaning back, I casually spread my legs and draped them over the arms of the chair. I knew I was acting whorishly. I was feeling whorish and I was acting the way I felt. As I did so I couldn't help but recognize how comfortable I was and how much I was enjoying being so nasty and slutty. It was as if some weight had been lifted from me and I felt free. "Hey, maybe you'll find you like the flavor better if it is mixed with my pussy juice."

I seductively ran my tongue over my lips as I reached down to glide a finger through the froth and slime of the fluids that stained my slit, then brought my finger up to my mouth. I let him watch as I sucked my finger clean.

"I know I love that combination," I purred as I slowly slipped my finger from my lips. "Mmmmm, yeah. It's delicious."

"You...? You let him cum inside you?" Alex asked, suddenly shocked.

"Yes. I did. Several times," I replied.

"I thought you were going to use condoms."

I smiled, feeling a malicious pleasure at his worried expression.

"We did use condoms. We used condoms the first two times. But everytime after that we went bareback."

"Why would you do that. What happened?" Alex asked.

"Come over here, get down between my legs, and eat my white lover's spunk from my well fucked nigger pussy and I'll tell you while you're cleaning me," I said.

The space between my thighs was an absolute mess and I saw Alex stare at the whitish combination of my pussy sauce and gluey globs of semen that streaked and clung to the dark hairs of my snatch with a reluctance to do as I said. Feeling a perverse thrill at observing his hesitation, I hunched my hips as at him in a fucking motion.

"Get over here and lick my cunt, motherfucker," I snarled maliciously. "Do it fucking now, damn it."

He slowly moved to kneel before me, and when he did I grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled his face into my crotch. Once I had him there, I wrapped my legs around his shoulders and began to hump my hips, grinding my pussy hard against his mouth. Because Alex loved to eat pussy, it wasn't long before I began to feel his tongue flickering over my clit and delving deep into me to scoop fat clumps of the potent seed Darius had deposited from my sensitive inner walls.

"Ohhhh yeah, that's it. Lick my pussy deep like that and get all that slimy spunk out of there, Alex. Ohh, baby, your mouth feels so good after the hard pounding Darius gave me," I moaned. Looking down to see hid dark face buried in my snatch after a white man had fucked me seemed so nasty and perverted that it sent glorious bursts of sexual sensation coursing through me from my head to my toes. "I love it. That's what you're for. Ohhhh, sucking my pussy clean after I've been fucked is what you do best. And you're gonna be doing it a lot because I'm gonna be fucking a lot.

"You want to know what happened. What happened is that I discovered that everybody knew more about what I am truly like than I did. You were right when you were thinking that I should fuck white men. Your mother was right when she said that she thought I was a lot like her. And, above all, Darius was right in everything he said about me," I informed him. "This morning I entered the office as a black temp who ha arrived to do her job, but by the time I left I was a full fledged nigger bitch. A total slut for big white cock."

I told him about how I had walked into work and immediately dragged Darius to his office, put a condom on his cock, and fucked him.
"I knew that Michelle suspected what was going on, but I didn't care. At least, not as much as you might expect. But as soon as I saw him I knew I couldn't deny myself anymore. Then I saw how big his dick was and I didn't regret my decision at all," I said, one hand clutching the top of Alex's head as I continued to hump as his sucking mouth. "As soon as I knelt down and opened the front of his pants the throbbing length of his erection sprang free like the figure in a jack-in-the-box. A wonderful, big headed, white snake was jutting out from his crotch that made my mouth water just as much as it added to the blazing heat that filled my pussy.

"I suspected that Darius had a big dick, but it was bigger than I imagined. Some people say that white guys have little pricks, but I guarantee that Darius doesn't have that problem. His cock is bigger than yours. That thing is a monster. It's a couple of inches longer than yours and, if that ain't enough, it's twice as thick as yours," I said, my heart pounding and fiery tingles of decadent prurient pleasure swirling within my cunt as his tongue continued to scoop the thick, frothy combination of masculine and feminine secretions from me. "And when I saw it I didn't have to be told to suck it. The pulsing head of it was crimson from the bloodflow and a silvery slime began to leak from the opening at its tip. I wanted to taste it so badly that I didn't hesitate to lean forward and take it into my mouth."

I told him that I enjoyed sucking that white cock and had taken some time doing it, working us both into a frenzy before Darius pushed me back. I described how we tore off each other's clothes and barely took time to put a condom on his prick before we fucked.

"It was right at the beginning of our first fuck that I realized how right your mother had been about just how similar we are. When we talked, she told me about how she had become a white cock slut at the moment she first felt a white cock begin to enter her pussy. She said that she came so hard that she knew right then and there that she would never get enough of white dick. The same thing happened to me. I came so hard and so much during that first fuck that by the time it was over I knew I would always crave a big white dick inside me," I said. I obscenely rotated my hips, fucking my cummy slit at my husband's face and loving how nasty a whore I was being. "Ohhhhh. And feeling your tongue right now is icing on the cake."

I told him about how, at the end of our climaxes I had taken the condom we'd used from Darius' prick and was impressed by how much cum he'd shot. When I held the distended rubber it was like holding a bloated water balloon.

'Of course, seeing that much cum shot from a man made me wonder what it would feel like to have him shoot inside me, but that wasn't why we stopped using the condoms," I said. I paused so that he would pay real close attention to what I said next. "We stopped using birth control because he said he wanted to knock me up and send me home to you carrying a white baby inside me. I let him inside me bare because I wanted that too."

I told him that at the time Darius said it we were in the middle of our second hot and glorious session of sex and I was having multiple orgasms, one after another, as he pounded his white monster cock into me.

"Yeah, I knew a hot little nigger bitch like you would be a wild black animal with a white cock inside you. You might try to deny it, but you are meant to be fucked by white men," Darius had growled in my ear. He was fucking me hard, in the doggy position, squeezing my mahogany colored breasts in the strong grip of his white fingers while slamming that big dick into me when he said it. And I was loving it. The rough, powerful way he was taking me didn't display any caring or loving emotion, just a desire to use me as he wished for his sexual pleasure. "By the time I'm through with you, you're gonna know just how much of a nigger slut you are and you'll be begging for white cock like an insatiable black whore is supposed to."

By then, I was so deeply immersed in the orgasmic rapture of being fucked by him that I didn't even contemplate trying to dispute anything he said. In fact, I found myself agreeing with everything he said. Not that he didn't know it. By the way I was humping my pussy at his dick there was no way he couldn't tell I was addicted to white meat.

"Yeah. You love white cock, don't you?" He asked, shoving his prick into me hard and deep. He wasn't being gentle at all. He was digging his huge member deep, pounding it into me forcefully, as if trying to conquer my pussy. And with every thrust he was succeeding.

"Yesss! I looooovvve it!" I moaned.

"What do you love? Tell me you love white meat," he said. "Say it, bitch. Say you love white cock."

"I love it. I love white cock," I moaned. I was fucking back at him as hard as he was fucking into me. I was so into the ecstasy of the moment that I didn't think about the words, they just flowed from my lips. "I love white cock. I love white cock."

"Yeah. That's it. Now you sound like a proper nigger bitch," he grunted. "You sound like the slutty little black piece of ass I know you are, but are you feeling it? Are you feeling like a nigger bitch? I don't think you are. I think you're trying to hold onto the self-image you had when we began this. You're not that girl anymore. Look at yourself, bitch. You're completely naked, on your elbows and knees like a black dog in heat, with a white man behind you. You've got a big, white cock in your hot nigger cunt and you're loving it. I am treating you like a whore, like the only thing you're good for is to receive white meat and white cum, and you're loving it. You know you're a nigger slut, so stop clinging to that other bitch and let her go. Let her go and free yourself completely to the pleasure you desire and deserve.

"That's what you truly want, isn't it?"

I didn't have to think hard about it in order to know the answer to that question. It was all I had been thinking about for the past several weeks. However, despite the time I'd taken to resolve the matter in my mind, I think I knew where I was heading all along. The delay was more of an attempt to find someone who would talk me out of it. But with my husband seeing what was happening and encouraging me, my mother-in-law expressing her awareness of what I wanted, and the glorious sensations coursing through my body as Darius dug his steel hard prick deep into my pussy, I could answer the question easily.

At that instant, for a brief moment, I thought about how my giving in to my desires would change my life. I thought about what my children, my parents, my friends, and my neighbors would think when they found out that I enjoyed fucking white men. But thinking of them knowing didn't arouse the slightest sense of guilt or shame within me. Instead, the idea of them knowing added to my pleasure in an exhibitionistic manner, as if their awareness of my true sexual nature was a fuel that would add to the intensity of the fire burning between my legs.

"Yesssss!" I hissed between clenched teeth. The extreme pleasure that was flowing through every cell of my body was driving me crazy. "That's what I want!"

"Then say it Erica. Say you are a nigger bitch. Free that hot pussied black whore inside you and proclaim that you are the white cock cumdump you were always meant to be," Darius growled in my ear.

"I'm a nigger bitch. I'm a nasty nigger whore who loves white cock. Ohhhhh shhhiiiiiittt! I'm cumming again Darius. Oh! Oh! Yesssss, you're fucking my hot, black pussy hard and deep with your big, white cock and I love it. Take it, baby. Take my nigger cunt and make it yours," I said. The words poured out of me in a flood as I released all of my inhibitions and gave myself completely over to my most intimate cravings. "Oh yeah, baby, fuck my cunt hard and deep and fill it with your cum."

Darius laughed harshly in my ear.

"Is that what you really want, slut? Do you really want me to shoot inside you?"

"Yes," I answered. At that moment my pussy was in complete control of my thoughts, and what my pussy wanted, along with the big white cock fucking it, was to be filled with a big load of hot, potent spunk.

"Are you on the pill?"

"No," I responded in a gasping voice. I looked back over my shoulder at him. "I'm not on any type of birth control. Not only that, but I'm at the beginning of my fertile cycle. If you cum in me there's a good chance that you'll knock me up. Why? Does the idea of it frighten you? I thought you said the idea of impregnating a nigger whore was an ego boost to a white man. Well, I want to give you all of me, right here and right now."

Darius slammed his cock into me hard and held it hilted in the heat of my drooling black snatch, the huge knob pressed tight to the portal of my cervix. He looked at me seriously, knowingly.

"Say it. Tell me what you want," he said. "Go ahead, bitch. Say it out loud and make it real."

I didn't flinch or look away from him. Gazing straight into his bright blue eyes I said the words I knew he was expecting to hear.

"I want to be white owned. I want to fuck white cock. Not just now, but always. Actually, I want to fuck white cock everyday. Two, maybe three times a day. I want to be a real nigger whore in every sense of the word. And I'm sure that, with all of the fucking I will be doing, as I am very fertile, I will wind up with a white man's baby growing in my belly sometime soon," I said. I rolled my hips lasciviously to send a burst of pleasure through the both of us. "Do you know why most women get pregnant during, or shortly after, their first fuck. It's not because they don't know about birth control or forget to use it. It's because, for a lot of women, the chance of being impregnated adds to their pleasure. I'm like that. I hate rubbers and when a man fucks me the idea that I might get pregnant both frightens me and increases my pleasure."

"How about your husband? How would he feel about you always returning home with a white man's cum in your pussy?" Darius asked. "I thought you said you wanted me to wear the condom because you didn't think he could handle it if you came home pregnant."

"I did say that."

"And now?"

"And now I am going to give him what he really wants. He wants a woman like his mother. A beautiful black hotwife that loves white cock. I talked to his mother and what she said about me is so true. I was born to be a complete nigger bitch, and I don't want to limit it. That means that I will be fucking white men from now on, and when I do I won't be using any protection except when the man wants to."

"And if you get pregnant?"

"I'll have the baby. And, thinking about it, as I want to have a big family, I'm sure I'll have several children by white men," I replied. "But I want you to be the first white man to knock me up. And that's what you want too, isn't it? Wouldn't you just love to fuck a baby into my nigger cunt and send me home to my husband?"

Darius withdrew his pulsing prick from my pussy with an obscene slurp before turning me and lowering me onto my back. He looked at me with eyes filled with both humor and fire. The heat in his eyes was the expression his desire to keep fucking the young black wife lying on the carpeted floor of his office, and the humor was resultant of his knowledge of how totally he had conquered me with his big, white dick.

Before that moment, in a time that I felt was like a previous life, having him look at me as if I was a conquest would have inflamed me to anger. But at that moment, having Darius look at me like that evoked feelings of submissiveness and fucklust within me that exceeded anything I'd ever experienced.

"Tell me what you want. Say it all, right here and now," Darius demanded in a voice that was more like an animalistic growl than human speech. Reaching down he grasped one of my tits and squeezed it harshly, sending a pulse of pain and pleasure shooting through my chest. "Say it."

I didn't hesitate for even the slightest instance to consider my words. They just poured out of me as if they had been waiting there all along for such a moment to be released.

"I want to be a total nigger slut and I want to be completely whorish about it. I want to fuck white men and I don't care who knows it. I want white men to do the nastiest things to me. I want to be treated like shit. I want them to spit on me. To piss on me. I want them to use me like the worthless nigger cumdump I am."

"Okay. Show me how much of a cumdump you are," Darius said. He looked down at his condom covered cock and I knew exactly what he was saying.

Maybe he thought I was just saying things that would make his pleasure more intense when I said I wanted him to cum inside me and knock me up. He soon found that was not the case.

Again I didn't hesitate.

I swiftly reached down with both hands and began to roll the condom down from the length of his cock. However, when I reached the center of that massive slab of masculine flesh I stopped then began to roll it back into place. When the ring at the end was once again secure at the base of his throbbing cock I left it there and slowly slid my hands down the glorious length of him.

"So you're still questioning yourself?" Darius inquired.

I didn't say anything in response to that question. I just looked up at him and smiled. He had asked me to show him and I meant to do just that. When my dark fingers reached the very end of his perfect white prick, I took the reservoir of condom between my fingers and stretched it out a bit then pierced it with a fingernail. After that, I tore the latex contraceptive so that his entire cock was free and the shredded rubber hung useless from the ring that remained at the base of his cock. I continued to smile as I moved up so that I could kiss the now bared tip of his dick and taste the precum that leaked from its opening.

"Oh. You really are a nasty and devious little nigger bitch, aren't you?" Darius laughed. "So what's your plan? You going to tell him that the condom split?"

"Wow. It's almost like you are in my head. We've only known each other for a few months but it's as if you know more about me than I do. You knew that I wanted to fuck white cock and that once I did I would be hooked. Now you're telling me why I split the condom instead of taking it off of you." I suddenly had a thought. "Tell me what I'm thinking now?"

Darius grinned evilly.

"That's easy. You've just changed your mind about trying to deceive your husband by telling him the condom broke. You are going to tell him exactly what you did and let him know that you did it because you wanted me to cum in you," he replied.

"You're right again. And I'm going to let him know that I won't be using condoms anymore."

Darius laughed.

"If you want to be a really nasty nigger bitch you should have him eat my cum out of your pussy as you tell him about having sex with me. Then, after you've cum several times on his tongue and he's ready to fuck you, tell him you don't fuck black men anymore. Tell him that your pussy is 'WHITE COCK ONLY' and the only cum that will be entering your whorish nigger cunt from now on will be a white man's cum, then tell him you're tired and he should jerk off if he wants to cum."

"You're mean," I said.

"And you love it," he retorted knowingly. He mounted me, positioning himself between my spread mahogany thighs. "Now be the nasty little nigger whore you are and guide my cock where a white man's cock is supposed to be."

I did as I was told. Gliding the bulbous head of his cock through my wet slit, I centered it at the opening of my dark haired twat and he rammed into me hard, slamming his prick into me to the hilt.

"Yessss!" I wailed as he began to ram his massive shaft into my depths again and again. There was some pain and there was pleasure and I loved it all. "Fuck me like that, Darius. Fuck my hot black pussy hard and deep. Take that pussy, stud. Oh, oh, oh! I love it. I love white cock. I'm such a nigger whore for white cock. I'm such a nigger whore. I'm a nigger whore. I'm a nigger whore. I'm a..."

We both came quickly and I begged him for his seed as he held himself lodged deep inside my cunt. The head of his prick was nestled tightly against the opening of my cervix as we strained against one another, and splash after splash of steaming hot sperm laden spunk shot from it to fill my blissful snatch and cum hungry uterus.

It was perfect. And we spent the rest of the day repeating the performance.

During the telling of what had occurred, with Alex having his dark face between the smooth warmth of my inner thighs, his tongue flashing over my clit and digging deep into my snatch to collect the cum Darius had deposited there, I came time and time again. While I have always loved having Alex eat me out, having him do so while knowing I was full of a white man's cum was the most obscenely arousing thing I had ever experienced. By the time I came down from my last climax of the day I was already planning to make it a regular occurrence. I also took Darius' advice that evening and Informed Alex that, from now on my pussy would be exclusively a white cock only playground. It was surprising how easily he accepted it. But then I thought about the conversation I'd had with his mother and I realized that she really did know her son.

When, nine months later, I gave birth to a blond haired little girl who looked just like Darius, no one was surprised. By then it was well known that I was a nigger slut who loved fucking white guys. In fact, my neighbors became aware of it the very next day when, late in the afternoon after I had just completed taking a shower, without any forewarning, Darius stopped by the house. Alex opened the door and Darius pushed past him as if he didn't exist,

I stood wearing only a towel and he walked up to me, took me in his arms, and kissed me deeply. Using one hand, because he held something in the other, he pulled the towel from me so that I stood completely naked. He was treating me like he owned me, right in front of my husband, and I loved it. As Alex stood staring in shock, still holding the door wide open and allowing anyone who happened to pass by see us, I pushed my nude body tightly to Darius and kissed him back as my pussy became as smoldering black cauldron of lust.

"Come on, let's go fuck. I need that big, white cock of yours in me right now," I said when our lips parted. Taking him by the hand, I drew him up the stairs behind me and led him to the master bedroom. Darius fucked me three times while Alex remained downstairs and watched the kids.

Afterwards we showered and he said he wanted to take me out. As I was preparing to get dressed he told me that he wanted me to wear my tightest pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. That's when he handed me the bag he had been carrying when he entered the house and told me to pick one of the tee-shirts within it.

There were five black tee-shirts there, all of them emblazoned with different slogans. One said: "NIGGER BITCH." Another said: "I (HEART) WHITE COCK." That one was really cute and had a black heart on it with a white dick pierced through it like an arrow. The next said: "WHITE COCK ONLY NIGGER SLUT." The fourth one said: "WHITE OWNED." And the last one said: "WHITE BRED." When I walked out of the house wearing the shirt that said WHITE COCK ONLY NIGGER SLUT I felt a little embarrassed, but what overwhelmed that embarrassment was the sensation flowing through my cunt. My pussy was on fire. And, after a while, with everyone seeing me with Darius while wearing that shirt and knowing he was fucking me, the embarrassment disappeared and I knew I was exactly who I wanted to be.

"Hey, bitch. Is everything all right? What the fuck are you looking at?" Marcus asked, moving up behind me. He grabbed me by my hair and roughly pulled my head back so that he could see over my shoulder. He gazed down at where Alex was playing with his sister. "Ain't that so fuckin' cute."
I was pregnant by Darius when he introduced me to his family. Following that, my being white owned became a reality. I was immediately treated like a nigger fucktoy by his family, both men and women, which led to my later becoming pregnant by his father and the birth of the child Alex was holding. Now his brother, Marcus, was trying to fuck another into me and I was happily letting him.

Gripping my hair more tightly, Marcus pulled me away from the window and pushed me down to my knees before him. He grinned lewdly.

"Suck it, nigger bitch," he said. "Suck that white cock and get it ready to fuck you. Your husband looks so happy playing with my dad's little girl I want to make sure we add to his happiness."

As I enclosed the pulsing hot knob a the top of Marcus' long, fat, white prick between my lips I thought about what he said. He was right about Alex being happy. And I was happy too. I was a nigger bitch who had it all. At that moment I couldn't help but to think about how happy I was to be me.