How I became a BBC slut. (Part Two)

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How I became a BBC slut. (Part Two)Part TwoI dressed, it was early evening. I hadn’t cleaned the house, hadn’t cooked dinner for the twins, or that useless piece of shit. I looked in the mirror. A big black cock slut looked back. I wore false eyelashes, my make up heavy, black and grey. Post box red lipstick. We’d been shopping Laura and me. Lots of underwear, tarty, and classy, dresses, always revealing, always short, some expensive some cheap. Hairdressers, beauty salon, nails, facial, and waxing. The difference in me was amazing. I wore a black lycra mix dress. It was split down the front, almost to my belly button, and only just contained my tits. To say it was short was an understatement, it just covered my bum when I was standing, when I sat down it rode up, revealing. Diamond net hold-up stockings, the stocking tops only just reached the hem of the dress, and killer heels, six inches high. The dress was semi see through. Laura had emphasised, no bra, and no knickers. So no underwear it was. I was to be outside at eight. I walked downstairs, holding a black clutch bag with a gold clip. It contained the essentials, lippy, mascara, wet wipes, and my door key. “Mum!” Vicky exclaimed.“You’ve got no knickers on!” Monica said.They were my twins. We’d been married sixteen years, and they had been born the following year. “So you like my dress? I’m going out, not sure when I’ll be back. And yes, no knickers.”Eamon said nothing, he just looked at me, but he had a hard on, if you could call it that. I closed the door behind me, the walked to the end of the drive. The car was five minutes late, but probably not late at all. I was being tested.The car arrived, he was in the back, with Laura. I joined them on the back seat. He kissed me, and I groaned with pleasure as a little wave of pleasure washed over me. How could this man have this effect on me. He only had to look at me, and I’d come. “Where are we going?” I asked.“We are going wherever I say, doing whatever I tell you to. Who do you belong to?” Tyson asked.“I belong to you. You own me, you own my arse, you own my pussy.” I said, meaning it.“And what will you do?” He asked.“Whatever you ask me to. Anything.” I replied. My dress had ridden up, I smoothed it back into place. My nipples were clearly visible. They were erect. Tyson presence was turning me on, again. I wanted to feel his cock inside me, wanted him to fuck me again, as he had last night, and again this morning. I wanted him to fuck me as we were watched. A groan escaped my lips, as I had a mini orgasm. “You came again, what are you thinking about?” Tyson asked. I told him.“Who do you wish was watching us?” He asked.I replied without thinking, it just came out. “Vicky and Monica.”“Soon,” he replied.The club was seedy. A huge black guy, with a shaven head guarded the door. Inside it was half full. Full of black guys. Not a white face I sight. All their eyes fell on Laura and me. My breath was short again, and my heart beat so loudly, I thought everyone in the room must be able to hear it. We went to the bar, he told us to wait. We sat on the high bar stools, and were handed a small beer, as Tyson disappeared up a güvenilir bahis flight of stairs. A few of the young bucks were soon hovering around us, one stroked my leg above my stocking top, and ran his hand up to the hem of the almost there dress. I smiled at him, but I didn’t say anything to him. Laura was receiving attention as well, one cupped her breast. My skin was tingling, my throat dry. I saw one of the men’s head swivel to my chest, and realised my dress had moved, allowing my breasts to spring free. I let them look, let them feel. “Whose whore are you?” One of them asked me. “Tyson owns me,” I told him defiantly, looking him straight in the eye.“Tyson, shit, sorry, we didn’t know,” he apologised. “So you wanted to fuck me, you ask him,” I said, squeezing his cock through his trousers. “Ask Tyson.”They drifted off. Laura smiled at me, from her stool. I didn’t adjust my dress, my nipples almost hurt. “I wanted him to fuck me,” I said to her.“Remember, our pussy’s are Tyson’s he says who we fuck. Who, when, and where.”Tyson pulled a large wad of notes from his pocket, pulled a note from it, which he handed to the barman. The car sped us away, though the night. We stopped outside a hotel. “I’ll see you tomorrow honey. He’ll give you a package afterwards, bring it staright to me, I’ll be at Stacey’s house.”I opened the door, with my key. The lights were on. Eamon and the girls were watching telly. Eamon went white when we walked in. The girls were on the settee, together dressed in T’ shirts and white cotton shorts. There mouths opened when they saw Tyson. “This is Tyson girls, get use to seeing him,” I said.“Eamon, tomorrow you are taking Stacey to a couple of places for me, she knows where. Behave and you can fuck her tomorrow when you get back, but make sure you clean up, you understand me?” Tyson demanded.“I understand,” he said nervously.“I’m glad we understand each other. Now you can come and watch, while I fuck her properly. Good night girls.”Eamon sat on a chair, in the corner of our bedroom. He held a video camera, provided by Tyson. “That film you shot was good, seems you can at least do something well.” Tyson told him. He filmed, as Tyson fucked me in the doggie position. My favourite. He went so deep, so very deep, always finding my G-spot. If there was such a place as heaven, then I was there already. I came, screaming his name, “Tyson, oh Tyson, you fucking black bastard, fuck me, FUCK me harder, hard, oh my fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkking Goddddddddddddddddd!!” The bed was banging on the bedroom wall, the bedsprings loud. I felt his cock, like a steel rod pounding me. I came again, then again, as one orgasm rolled into yet another, which became yet another. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of me. He hadn’t come. He held me with one hand, as he rubbed his wonderful cock across my anus. I instinctively clenched. “Now relax Stacey, relax. You’ll love this, I know.”“Love……oh………you mean up my bum?” I said.“That’s right, in your arse, hold tight.”I felt him push gently against my little puckered hole. His big bulbous cock pushed, and my virgin arse held him back. He pushed again, harder, as I tried to relax enough türkçe bahis to let him in. I wanted him inside me again, even up there. The head was in. It hurt, it hurt a lot, as if he were tearing me in two, but amongst the pain, through my tears and cries, there was pleasure. I felt it building deep inside me, as I rubbed my clit. Eamon was right in front of me, pointing the camera. I hated him then, I could see his pathetic cock inside his trousers, he called that a hard on. Would he be able to get that hard tomorrow night, when Tyson had told him he could fuck me. He was a joke, Tyson my twenty something black lover, telling my husband if and when he could fuck his thirty five year old wife, as he fucked me up the arse in the marital bed.He slid further into me, then further still. I was coming, I panted heavily, “Oh fuck, oh fuck hell, fuck my arse, fuck my arse,” I yelled, through gritted teeth, and tears. The pain was fading, replaced by something I couldn’t define. He started fucking me then, slowly at first, then harder, on each thrust he went a little deeper. My orgasms washed thorough me, wave after wonderful fucking wave. I screamed again, and again. He was fucking hard now, really hard, gripping my hips, thrusting deep inside me. I felt his big black cock throb, and knew he was coming.“Come inside me, inside me, on fuck, yessssssssssssssssssssssssss.”I lay on the bed, it was light. I was alone. I stretched my arms, remembering last night. That wonderful night of utter depravity, of pleasure, and pain. I remembered it. Remembered when Tyson made Eamon clean up his mess, as he put it. Eamon had licked Tyson’s come, as it trickled out of my anus, my gaping anus. I had laughed, and giggled now. I heard voices downstairs. I slipped on a wrap, and went down. The twins were staring at Tyson, as he stood talking to Laura, he held an A4 envelope in his hand. He was smiling. He was naked. The twins just stared opened mouthed at his massive cock, even flaccid it was a sight to behold. My husband sat in at the table, looking miserable.He drove me as he had been instructed to. First to a house near the coast, about ninety minutes drive away. I was dressed smartly, a navy blue dress, very short, but tailored. Nude four inch heels, and nude ten denier stockings. Underneath I wore red matching underwear, the bra had transparent cups, the panties, equally sheer, as was the broad waisted suspender belt. Chanel number five perfume. My make up discreet, and very Parisian. I rang the bell, butterflies in my stomach. I knew why I was here. I was here to fuck, and be fucked. A friend of Tyson, who had done him a favour, I was the thank you. “You wouldn’t mind, would you?” He wasn’t asking.He owned me, but I wanted to. I wanted to fuck his friend. The door opened and I went in. He was black, a tall shaven head black man, with a deep melodious voice. He was old enough to be my father. He was polite. Lovely in fact. He made me keep my underwear on, as I squatted over his face. I felt his hot breath on the gusset of my knickers. I came, just a little, non earth shattering one. Not like last nights. My knickers were wet, he pressed his güvenilir bahis siteleri face against them, breathing my aroma, my sent, my wetness in. His cock was big. Big and black, just how I liked them. I lent forward, careful not to lift off his face, and took it into my mouth. I licked, I sucked. I nibbled his shaft, as he pulled my panties to one side and slipped his tongue inside me. He came, and I felt disappointed, not only for me, but for him. I got every drop, and swallowed it all. He thanked me, then pushed me back onto the carpet, in front of the fire. He was hard again, or had he always been hard, I didn’t know. Didn’t care. I arched my back as he entered me, then he fucked me until I couldn’t think straight. Three hours after I had walked in, I left. Eamon had to help me to the car. I was fucked. Had been fucked. I was exhausted. He drove me to the next address, my cunt and arse wet and sticky. Lucky I had a panty liner in my bag, and some wet wipes. We stopped outside. I checked the address. It was right. I walked in. Into the tattooists. An hour later Eamon drove me home. I drank a cup of tea, at the breakfast bar. The twins sat opposite me, giggling between themselves. “What are you two giggling at?” I asked.“That man, that black man, the one who was here this morning,” Monica said.“There was only one, Tyson.”“Are all, well do all, what I mean is do they all have, well you know………..? She asked.“What you are trying to ask, is do all black men have big black cocks?” I said.They both nodded.“Well all the ones I’ve fucked have,” I answered.“Did he fuck you last night?” Vicky asked. “Now you know he did, you heard,” I replied between sipping my tea.“And that, that thing fits inside you?” Vicky said.“All of it, ask your father he was watching.”“And he didn’t mind that what’s his name was, you know, in your bed?” Monica said.“He likes watching me being fucked by someone else, he likes it a lot.” “And you like it too, being watched.” Vicky asked.“I like it too.”“Tyson said Daddy can fuck you tonight, if he’s been good, I don’t get it. Daddy is your husband.” Monica said.“Its difficult to explain. Look I’m married to Daddy, and we both love you. But I fuck Tyson, unless he says I can fuck someone else.” I said.“So you’re Tyson’s…………” Vicky said.“I’m his slut, his whore.” There I’d said it. Finally they understood, at least some of it. “Are we going to have a black brother, or sister?” They asked.“Maybe,” I replied. “Now its time for your father to……….”“Fuck you!” They chimed together.I wandered down to the kitchen, I hadn’t bothered to dress. Eamon had been his usual disappointment. Vicky and Monica were there. Their eyes opened wide when they saw me, not because I was naked.“Wow Mum, a tattoo, and there!” Vicky said. They stared at my tattooed pussy A large ace of spades, just above my clit. I turned. “Mum!” Monica exclaimed, as they saw the one at the base of my spine. That had hurt, another ace of spades, but larger than the one on my mons Venus. The third one, much smaller, though large enough, another ace of spades on my right shoulder blade.“Why an ace of spades?” Vicky asked.“It means I’m black owned, and will only fuck black men. Do you like them?” I asked.“I think they’re well cool,” Monica replied.“Can we get one like that,” Vicky asked. “I think perhaps you will,” I said.As I said it, I heard a loud sigh, as Eamon walked from the room.

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