Izaak marched over to me, panicking that he was going to hurt me he put his hand on my face and made me look at him.
"Let's get this straight white girl. From now on, I'm the boss. You will do what I say, when I say it and I don't want any arguing or whining."
"Y-yes." I agreed nervously.
As I looked into his eyes, smiling back at me I thought, this was going to be a long year.
The New Order
I had just helped Izaak bring his bags in, he walked around the house to inspect it whilst I stood frozen still in the living room.
How could this be happening? How could I spend the next year with this stranger living with me, doing God knows what to me! This was hell and I didn't know what I could do.
When he arrived back to where I was, I hadn't moved an inch. Smiling, he says, "Go and unpack my bags in your room."
Looking at him, I nervously replied, "There... there won't be enough room in there for all of your things."
Izaak just laughed at me and said, "Well get your bitch husbands things out and put mine in there."
I couldn't move. I felt like I could be sick and cry at the same time. Then I jumped in fear when he shouted at me. "Now bitch!!"
Not speaking, I nervously ran past him and grabbed his bags, taking them to the room that I share with my husband.
Going into his wardrobe, I slowly take George's clothes out and replace them with Izaaks. It took me nearly an hour to finish and I could hear Izaak downstairs watching TV the whole time. Making himself at home, in my home!
When I was done, I sat on the bed for a moment. I started to cry because of this situation. Looking at Izaak's clothes in our wardrobe I knew this was only going to get worse.
"Slut! Get down here!" I suddenly heard Izaak shouting up to me.
Standing up, I look at myself and try to compose myself, not wanting to look like the weak pathetic woman I felt like right now.
Slowly making her way downstairs, she could see Izaak from behind as he sat on her sofa with his feet on the coffee table.
"Can you take your shoes off please?" She asked, he just laughed in response which made her feel even worse.
"Come here." He ordered.
Walking over, I stood in front of this big black man, his muscles bulging through his clothes. He smiled at her and said, "I'm hungry, make me something to eat."
Is he serious? Not only was I going to have to let him live here, I am pretty much going to be his slave?!
"Did I stutter?" He shouted when I didn't reply, sending fear throughout my body.
"N-no, sorry. What do you want?" I asked, feeling really pathetic.
"I'll have a sandwich." He said, not looking at me and instead watching football on the TV.
Not saying anything, I made my way to the kitchen and started making a sandwich for the man that I considered my captor.
While I was there, I considered my options, I could call my family and move out with them. But that could lead to George being raped of killed. I could call the police and get them all arrested, but again that could end bad for George. There was no one I could just talk to about this, it was too humiliating.
As I finished the sandwich, I headed back and placed it in front of him.
"Good girl." He said picking it up.
I stood still for a little while, not really sure what I was supposed to do now. After a few minutes he picked up on this and said to me, "Go about your business, I don't need anything right now."
I still didn't know what to do, but I didn't want to be near him. So, I headed to my room and just lay on my bed for a little while. Crying to myself, feeling hopeless and helpless.
I spent the next few hours just lying in my bed, I could hear him watching TV and using my bathroom. I just wanted to close my eyes and make everything go away!
I don't know when it was, but suddenly I heard Izaak's voice coming from the doorway.
"So, this is our room." He said.
I was startled by his presence and jumped up. Staring at him, he was smiling and looking around when I shot back, "This is George's and my bedroom." I told him.
"Your sissy husband has a new bed mate now. And so do you, so get used to it and stop your whining." He said walking in to the room. "Come here." He ordered.
But my body wouldn't move, I was frozen to the bed until he shouted, "I said come here right fucking now!"
Panicking, I moved to the edge of the bed and sat staring up at him. I could feel my hands shaking and a few tears running down my face.
"Take out my cock, time for you to get used to your daily jobs around here." He ordered.
This is it; this is the start of the next year of my life. Of constant cheating on my husband against my will.
My hands still shaking, I brought them up to the top of his jeans and slowly unbuckled them. Pulling them down, I couldn't bring myself to look at his face. Then he was just in his boxers, the outline of his cock was visible and it was just as big as I could remember.
"Hurry up." He moaned.
Gripping his boxers, I pulled them down and freed his cock. Staring at it, even though I have already had it in my mouth and inside of me, I still couldn't believe how huge it actually was.
"You are going to have to start getting better at this slut, or I will tell Tyrone what a bad job you're doing." Izaak warned, which brought me more panic, not wanting them to hurt George anymore.
I reacted by grabbing onto his semi hard cock, it was so smooth and warm in my hands as I moved back and forth.
Without needing anymore instructions, I leant forward and took the head into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around his big, black cock I could smell and taste his manliness on my tongue.
I began to massage the head with my wet tongue, feeling him slowly getting harder in my mouth. A feeling that I found strange yet nice.
"That's better." Izaak moaned above me as I carried on licking the tip of his cock.
As he grew larger my mouth had to stretch to take the giant cock inside. Finally, when he was fully hard and my jaw was as wide as it could go, I was slowly sucking on the head, flicking my tongue all around him, hoping to end this quickly.
I felt his hands on my head and I braced myself for him to fuck my mouth like he has done before, but instead he just left them on there.
With him not forcing me to take it down my throat, I attempted to suck him a little deeper myself. Bobbing up and down on his giant black rod as my tongue ran up and down his dick.
I grabbed the rest of his shaft with my hand and started to wank him as I sucked, hoping to get him to finish soon.
"You look great with your lips around my cock slut." Izaak moaned as I kept sucking him.
I hated him right now, this bastard was making me do this and there was nothing I could do to fight it. I carried on sucking on his black cock with rage in my head.
I could feel my spit spreading around his cock as I kept bobbing up and down on him, taking him a little deeper into my mouth every time.
Eventually I felt his dick hit my throat and I gagged and pushed back, looking up at him he was just smiling at me with his hands on my head.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth again." He warned.
Knowing not to argue, I just nodded and opened my mouth. Soon his dick was back between my lips and he instantly started to thrust in and out of me. He wasn't going too deep to make me gag but each time he was pushing a little further.
"Gllg...gllgg...gllggg." I kept making as his cock would piston in and out of my mouth.
He finally pushed deeper, hitting my throat, which made me gag but his strong hands held me still.
"Yes!" He moaned as he pushed deeper and deeper down my throat.
I felt like I was choking and couldn't breathe as his black dick slid down my throat and my tongue was pressing against him as spit started to pour out of my lips and down my chin.
"You better swallow my cum whore." He warned and carried on fucking my face.
Thankfully, he wasn't going to take long and I felt him tensing up. His cock expanded a little and I got the first taste of his cum in my mouth.
"Fuck yes!!" He moaned as he kept cumming and cumming inside of my mouth. I swallowed every drop as he came in my mouth and I could taste it all over.
Eventually he went soft and pulled his cock back, I could see my spit all over it and I wiped my mouth. Tasting his cum, which annoyed me that I actually liked the taste.
"Good slut, time for bed." He said walking past me.
I turned back and looked at him getting into my bed.
"I can't sleep in here with you." I told him.
"Fine." He replied, "You can take the spare room."
I couldn't believe it, I was being kicked out of my own bed! But there was no way I was going to fall asleep with him next to me.
Grabbing my comfy clothes, I stormed out and into the spare room, getting dressed, I laid down. Still being able to taste his cum in my mouth, I quickly jumped up and brushed my teeth.
By the time I was in bed I was a mess. I was uncontrollably crying and curled myself into a ball. Izaak was already snoring in the other room, clearly happy with this new situation.
I eventually managed to cry myself to sleep, depressed about my new life.
House Rules
I woke up at 7am. I don't know how long I slept. It must've been a few hours at the most. Izaak was still snoring so I went downstairs and cleaned to distract myself.
It wasn't until 10am when Izaak eventually came downstairs.
"Good morning." He said walking into the kitchen.
"H-hi." I replied, finding this entire situation horrible.
"Make me some scrambled eggs on toast." He said going into the living room.
Prick! I thought to myself, but silently I did as he said.
Once I made him breakfast, he was sitting at the dining table eating it when he called out to me, "Come and sit down, we need to talk."
Sitting down opposite him, I couldn't even look at his face when he spoke.
"It's time we established the ground rules for the house." He told me, I couldn't speak, he continued, "Firstly, you are going to please me sexually whenever I say so."
He paused to see if I would say anything, but I couldn't bring myself to speak.
"Good, second, you are not wearing underwear anymore. That means bra as well. We will go through them all today and throw them all out."
"What?!" I quickly said back. In shock of what he just said to me.
"Third, and I believe we already discussed this. No questioning me ever!" He said firmly.
My mouth was hanging open, not believing what he was saying but knowing I had no choice.
"Fourth, you will only address me as Master, especially when we have guests." He said.
"Guests?" I asked definitely not expecting that.
"I will have people over every now and again." He said as though it was something I should already know.
"Fifth and final rule, you do not leave the house or make any major decisions without my approval first." He said.
Every rule sounded more and more ridiculous.
"Tell me you understand." He said firmly as he carried on eating.
"I understand." I said back to him, defeated.
"Good, you are going out with Michelle today, she will help you get some better clothes." He told me.
I couldn't believe what he just said, he was going to dress me now?!
"What is wrong with how I dress?" I asked back.
"It's too house wifey, you will see." He told me, "Now, go and get ready, she will be here soon."
I didn't even argue, I just stood up and went for a shower. Once I was dressed, I went downstairs where I met Izaak.
"These are the clothes I mean... they need to go." He said.
I looked at myself, I was in jeans and baggy black t-shirt.
"What's wrong with it?" I asked.
"Not slutty enough." He said and then before I could respond there was a knock on the door. Izaak went to open it and I saw a young black woman behind it.
Her skin was dark and smooth looking, she had jet black hair that was straight and fell just below her shoulders. She wore denim shorts and a tight black t-shirt that looked well around her medium sized breasts.
"Michelle, this is Charlotte." Izaak introduced us.
She walked up to me, a huge smile on her face and hugged me.
"It's nice to meet you." She said with a smile.
Charlotte was surprised by this, she seemed like a nice young lady, but she expected someone rude and fierce to match Izaak and Tyrone.
"Erm, nice to meet you too." Charlotte said awkwardly.
"Come on then, let's get going." Michelle said taking Charlotte's hand and pulling her towards the door.
"You two have fun." Izaak shouted as the door closed.
"You're driving." Michelle said.
The two got into Charlotte's car and Michelle told her to go to the shopping centre. The first half of the drive was awkward silence.
Eventually, Charlotte couldn't hold it in any longer and had to say something."Do you know they are making me do this?"
Turning her head, Michelle was giving a little smile and a laugh and replied, "Oh I know, but don't worry. Soon you will love it."
"Love it?!" Charlotte shouted, "How can I love being forced to have sex with Izaak so they don't kill my husband?!"
"I heard about what happened last time you were with Izaak, you're already a black cock slut. You just don't know it." Michelle said.
"I am not a slut!! I was a happily married woman but you are all ruining my life!" Charlotte argued.
"Hey don't have a go at me," Michelle replied calmly, "It's your husband's fault for breaking the law. You might as well embrace it because it's not going to change any time soon."
Charlotte stared out at the road, for a brief moment she thought this Michelle could help her, but clearly, she was not bothered and yet another hit of disappointed smacked her in the face.
The rest of the drive was in silence, Charlotte was stuck in her own head.
When they pulled up to the carpark, Michelle jumped out of the car and said, "Come on."
Walking around, Charlotte couldn't help but wonder what sort of clothes she was going to be forced to buy. Michelle dressed more revealing than Charlotte wanted, but she assumed it would be what her new clothes would look like.
She was then surprised when Michelle once again grabbed her hand and make them walk together holding hands.
"Here we are." Michelle said as they went into a store.
Charlotte did notice the softness of Michelle's hand, her smooth skin felt amazing in her hand, until she let go.
Charlotte followed a few steps behind her like a puppy dog as Michelle started to pick up clothes and continued walking around the store.
When Charlotte spotted a nice pair of dark blue jeans, she pointed and said, "What about them?"
Michelle gave out a loud laugh and said back, "Not nearly slutty enough!" Which made Charlotte lower her head in embarrassment.
By the time they had gone around the store, Michelle handed Charlotte a lot of clothes and said, "Try these on, if they fit then you are getting them."
Looking at the clothes, Charlotte said to her, "I can't afford all this."
"Don't worry, you don't have to pay for anything while you belong to Izaak." Michelle said.
While I belong to Izaak? I'm not property. Charlotte thought, but didn't want to argue.
Grabbing the clothes, she went into a changing room and was surprised yet again when Michelle quickly snuck in and closed the door.
"What are you doing?" Charlotte asked.
"I want to see you try them on." She said with a smile.
"Well, turn around while I get changed." Charlotte told her, not wanting to get undressed in front of this stranger.
"Don't be such a prude, get changed. Now!" Michelle said firmly.
Not wanting to annoy her, Charlotte nervously pulled up her t-shirt. Standing in front of another woman in just her bra for the first time since she was at school. Turning around, she undid her jeans and pulled them down, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"I see Izaak has already started some ground rules for you." Michelle said with a laugh, "You have a great arse." She said and suddenly her soft hand gripped one of Charlotte's arse cheeks.
Jumping away Charlotte whispered so no one else could hear, "Please don't touch me like that!"
"Oh, come on, you can't be standing there looking like that and not expect me to want to touch." Michelle said.
Charlotte stood as far away as possible, turning her head to see Michelle checking out her body.
"Come on, put them on." Michelle ordered.
Picking up the first item of clothing, it was very short, black denim shorts. Charlotte was in shock at how short it was! She never dressed like this.
"Put the fish net stockings on first." Michelle ordered.
"Fishnet stockings? Seriously?" Charlotte asked.
"Yes, now put them on." She said firmly.
Doing as she was told, Charlotte grabbed the stockings and slowly put them on, struggling at first as her toes would get caught in the netting but eventually, she managed to have them on fully.
After that, she pulled up the short shorts.
"There you go, try that top on." Michelle said and pointed at a black crop top.
Picking it up, Charlotte thought it looked more like a bra than a top! But not arguing, she pulled it over her head and adjusted it around her breasts.
"Turn around." Michelle ordered.
Once Charlotte was facing Michelle, she saw herself in the mirror on the door.
I look like a prostitute! She thought, these clothes didn't leave much to the imagination!
"Perfect!" Michelle said gleefully.
"Perfect? I'm pretty much naked!" Charlotte argued, trying to pull the shorts on her legs down to cover herself a little.
"That's the point." Michelle said back, her smile plastered on her face. "Now try the rest on."
One by one, Charlotte tried on all of the clothes that Michelle picked out for her. Each as slutty as the last. Short skirts, short shorts, crop tops, tops with very open chests that her breasts almost fell out of.
Her final one was a very tight, very short, leather skirt. Just standing still, Charlotte could see the bottom of her arse cheeks sticking out of it.
"This is way too short!" She said.
"No it's not, you have an amazing arse. Why not show it off!" Michelle said back.
Even though Charlotte like the compliment, she still did not like the clothes.
"Right, get dressed and we'll buy these then head back." Michelle said.
Over the course of getting changed so many times, Charlotte was no longer embarrassed to be nearly naked in front of this black woman and started to take her clothes off.
With the skirt and the top off, Charlotte stood there in just her bra when Michelle suddenly grabbed her and sat her down on the bench. Without time to react, Michelle got onto her knees and spread Charlotte's legs.
"W-what are you doing?" She asked nervously, trying to close her legs but Michelle was too strong and her face was looking directly at her open pussy.
"Hmmm, when did you last shave?" She asked.
"W-why?" Charlotte replied, embarrassed to have someone so close to her.
"This will have to be clean shaven every day!" Michelle told her and suddenly her fingertips were on Charlotte pussy lips, moving them around and inspecting her fully.
"Very nice." Michelle whispered.
Charlotte hated what was going on, what she hated the most was the effect it was having on her body. Having someone so close to her pussy was turning her on.
"If I was allowed, I'd devour you right now." Michelle said with a smile and suddenly stood up.
With her legs still spread, Charlotte was incredibly confused and whispered back, "I-I'm not into women."
"Please. If I could, I would have you eating my cunt right now until I cum over your face." Michelle said bluntly which shocked Charlotte greatly. "But Izaak said I can't have you until I have helped fully break you."
"Break me?" Charlotte stuttered back, but Michelle opened the door and left before replying.
Leaving the door open, Charlotte realised that if anyone walked past, they would see her naked and her legs spread. So, she quickly jumped and closed and locked it.
Getting back into regular clothes, Charlotte looked at herself in the mirror.
No matter what they do to me, I need to remember who I am.
Brand New Toys
After Michelle used her card to pay for all of the clothes, Charlotte wondered where all this money came from. Probably something illegal she thought.
When they left the shop, Charlotte was confused because Michelle wasn't heading to the car. Her wondering was answered when Michelle grabbed her hand and dragged her into a sex toy shop.
"W-what are we doing in here?" She asked nervously.
"Getting you some toys." Michelle replied as though it was obviously.
"I erm, I already have a toy." Charlotte whispered so no one else in the store heard her.
"Please," Michelle said with a laugh, "We are going to get you some proper ones."
Charlotte sighed and just followed Michelle throughout the store. Not even seeing properly what she was picking up, but there were a lot!
She quickly bought some of them and the two finally headed back to the car. Once inside, Michelle ordered, "Pull your jeans down."
"W-what?" Charlotte asked.
"Pull them down, below your knees." Michelle repeated herself.
Charlotte was still confused, it was a fairly full parking lot, and didn't want anyone to see her with her jeans down to her ankles. Michelle then went into one of her bags and pulled out a box, Charlotte didn't have time to see what it was while she was ripping it open.
"Open your mouth." Michelle ordered.
Staring at her, Michelle gave her a look to say "Don't make me tell you again." So, she did as she was told. Suddenly, Michelle pushed an egg shaped item into her mouth. It was hard and smooth and Charlotte was moving it around with her tongue, trying to figure out what it was.
Before she could do anything else, Michelle started to undo Charlotte's jeans and pulling them down. Not fighting it, Charlotte lifted her arse off the seat and allowed her jeans to be pulled to her ankles.
"Now, those love eggs are going in your cunt so you want to get them nice and wet." Michelle said calmly.
Love eggs? Inside me? What?!
Charlotte couldn't speak with this apparent love egg in her mouth, but knowing it would be going inside of her she did the best she could to spread her spit all around it.
"Spit it out." Michelle ordered holding her hand to Charlotte's mouth.
Letting the egg out, Michelle took it and instantly pushed it inside of Charlotte's pussy.
It felt like it stretched her a little.
"Oooohhh." Charlotte accidentally let out a little moan when Michelle rubbed two fingers around her clit.
"Wwwhhhatt are you dooinngg?" Charlotte asked, her body frozen in shock but not being able to deny the pleasure.
"Just testing you." Michelle said and suddenly her fingers were gone.
Charlotte's head was a mess, pulling up her jeans it felt strange to have this object remaining inside of her. Also, her pussy now wanted more attention.
Trying to distract herself, Charlotte turned the car on and started to drive home.
"Oooohhhhhh!" Charlotte suddenly moaned about half way home.
"You like that?" Michelle said with a laugh.
"What isss itttt??" Charlotte asked although she knew what it was, it seemed the egg inside of her was now vibrating.
"It's controlled by this," Michelle said holding up a small remote, "It can go hard like this."
Suddenly the vibrations emphasised aggressively and made Charlotte's legs twitch.
"Whhhhaaaattttttt?" Charlotte moaned out.
"Or lower like this." Michelle said and the vibrations lowered down. Thankfully, as Charlotte didn't want to crash the car.
The vibrations remained on low, but high enough that she could feel the effect of it. Her leg was slightly twitching from the pleasure coming from inside her pussy.
"How's that?" Michelle asked.
"Please turn it off." Charlotte said but couldn't help letting out a small moan as she did.
"No." She replied bluntly.
The entire drive back, Charlotte found it hard to focus on anything other than the vibrating inside of her, giving her a constant wave of pleasure. Feeling herself getting wetter and wetter.
By the time they made it home her pussy was soaking wet and she couldn't hold back the light moaning.
Pulling up to the house Michelle opened the door and said, "Bring all the bags in."
Stepping outside, Charlotte's legs felt like jelly from the vibrating and nearly fell over. Looking up she saw one of her neighbours looking strangely at her. Probably because of the young black woman that just walked into her house. She faked a smile and wave, then quickly grabbed the bags and headed inside.
Once the door was closed, she walked in and saw Izaak and Michelle sitting on the sofa together, almost cuddling. It hit Charlotte hard that this was no longer her home.
"Hi there white girl. Did you have a nice day with Michelle?" Izaak asked.
"It was, okay." Charlotte replied, not really sure what she was to do. When suddenly the vibrating of the egg emphasised, causing her to almost fall down moaning.
"Looks like you're enjoying yourself." Izaak said with a laugh.
Charlotte rested on the floor as the vibrating got harder and harder.
"Oh god." She moaned out.
"Do you want to cum my little slut?" Izaak asked.
"Oooooohhhh!" Charlotte moaned out.
Her pleasure only equalled the humiliation she felt lying on her own living room floor moaning like a whore while these two black people watched her.
"What's the highest setting on this thing?" Izaak asked.
"Fuuuuckkk!!" Charlotte almost screamed out as the vibrating hit a new high, forcing her body to shake as she became a moaning mess.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." She kept moaning as she felt like her body was going to explode.
"Do you want to cum?" Michelle asked in a soft, playful tone.
"Pleeeasseeeee." Charlotte moaned out, the humiliation going away as her orgasm built.
"How close are you?" Michelle asked.
"Soooo cloosseeee." Charlotte moaned out.
When suddenly the vibrating stopped, seconds short of her cumming there and then on the floor.
"Noooo." She moaned out before having a chance to stop herself.
"No cumming yet." Izaak said and she watched as he stood up and walked over to her, "Go and put on some of your new clothes. I want to see what my new house wife looks like."
Charlotte's legs still felt like jelly as she picked herself up, nearly falling and having to grab onto Izaak for support. Feeling his big, strong muscles brought back memories of their first night together. Slowly releasing herself, she saw Izaak smiling at and he said, "Put a skirt on, I want easy access."
Grabbing the bags, Charlotte made her way upstairs. In her room, the bed wasn't made and some of Izaak's clothes were on the floor.
Getting dressed, she chose to put on one of the short skirts and a black crop top. Looking in the mirror, she looked and felt like a slut.
Charlotte moved her hand beneath her skirt, her pussy was dripping wet and just by the touch sent waves of pleasure through her. She considered making herself cum right then, but knew that if Izaak found out then she would be in trouble, no matter how desperate and horny she was.
Walking downstairs, Charlotte could feel the egg still inside of her and she had to walk funny to stop it from falling out. When she got to the living room, Izaak turned around and smiled at her.
"There we go, you look like a proper black cock slut now."
"T-thank you?" Charlotte stuttered back.
Her head was a mess, consumed with the need to cum. She wasn't thinking straight, just looking at Izaak the only thing she wanted was for him to take her right there. Which he must have picked up on because he then said.
"You look like you're about to jump on me. Does the little white girl need to cum?"
"Please." Charlotte whispered, embarrassed to be admitting it to not only Izaak, but to herself.
"You have to earn that." He said with a smile.
"Anythiiiiiiinnngggg!" Charlotte moaned as the light vibrating returned to her.
"Get on your knees." Izaak ordered.
Charlotte knew he was going to want a blowjob, but right now she would do anything to be allowed to cum after the constant teasing and edging. Quickly dropping to her knees, Charlotte wasted no time undoing his trousers and pulling them down.
"Good to see you eager for it slut." Izaak laughed.
Ignoring his words, Charlotte pulled down his shorts and released his giant black cock.
Wrapping her hand around it, the vibrating in her pussy got harder.
"Oooohhh." Charlotte moaned with her eyes closed, gripping the cock hard.
Instinctively she opened her mouth and took the big, black cock between her lips. Within an instant she was bobbing up and down on it. The pleasure of having a big cock in her mouth was emphasising the pleasure coming from her pussy.
Back and forth, she bobbed on the black cock. This wasn't any sensual blowjob, Charlotte was running her tongue all over the head of the cock, tasting his precum that was pouring out of it.
"How does she look?" Izaak asked.
"Fucking hot!" Michelle said from the side of the room.
Charlotte was embarrassed to have someone watching her acting like this, but it didn't stop her. Instead, she opened her mouth wider and took the cock further into her. Her horniness had now fully taken over and she was fucking her own mouth on this cock. Spitting sounds echoing from her mouth as the cock filled her.
"Wow she really does love sucking black cock doesn't she!" Michelle laughed.
"You do don't you slut?" Izaak said and the vibrating egg got harder.
"MMMMMMMM!" Charlotte moaned from pleasure as she kept giving the sloppiest blowjob of her life.
Wanting to take it harder, Charlotte gripped onto Izaak's rock hard thighs and pushed her head further. Feeling his cock hitting her throat, Charlotte stopped herself from gagging and with all of her will force the cock deeper and deeper down her throat.
"GLLLLGGGGGGGG!" She moaned as the cock was nearly balls deep down her throat.
Breathing through her nose, Izaak grabbed onto her head and pushed her down. Although she gagged more than ever before she felt the cock slide the last inch down her throat and finally felt his balls hitting her chin.
"Fuck yess!!" Izaak moaned holding her down.
Feeling like such a whore, Charlotte brought her hand up and played with his big, smooth, black balls as she was choking on this cock.
"If you want to cum, you better beg for me to cum all over your face whore!" Izaak moaned out. Releasing her head, Charlotte fell backwards with a pile of spit falling down her chin.
"Please! Cum all over my face and let me cum!!" Charlotte begged, not caring about the way she sounded.
"Perfect." Michelle said, looking over Charlotte saw her phone was pointing at her, "No!" She moaned out. Trying to argue but the pleasure was too high.
"Shut up slut and get back to my cock!" Izaak ordered.
"Pleeasseee don't videooo!" Charlotte moaned whilst feeling her face covered in her own spit.
Izaak clearly didn't care, grabbing her head he shoved his cock back into Charlotte's mouth and furiously fucked her face.
"Gllllllgg.....Gllgg...Glluggg." Charlotte gagged over and over as her throat was getting battered by this amazing dick. Her own moans sending vibrations around the cock.
"Fuck, here I cum slut!" Izaak announced, gripping Charlotte's hair he pulled her back and started wanking his cock over her face.
Looking up at him, Charlotte closed her eyes and waiting for him to start cumming.
With Izaak's loud grunt, she felt the first rope of cum hitting her forehead.
"Ooohh yeeahhh." Izaak moaned.
More and more of his cum hit her face, Charlotte thought he was aiming to completely cover her but weirdly this just turned her on more. Without thinking, she opened her mouth and a pile of cum landed directly on her tongue.
She could feel the cum in her hair and dripping down her eyes. Suddenly she felt Izaak's cock rubbing against her face as he squeezed out the last few drops.
Then she felt his strong hands on her shoulder and pushed her, landing on her back Izaak ordered, "Spread your legs whore."
Doing as she was told, the vibrating suddenly turned onto the highest setting.
"Fuuuckkkk!!" Charlotte moaned.
She couldn't open her eyes because of the cum, so she just sat back and let the pleasure take over her.
"Are you going to cum like the black cock slut you are?" Izaak said.
"Yeeeesssssss." Charlotte moaned, knowing her own orgasm was not far away. Feeling his warm cum all over her face just made it all that bit better.
"Does your throat belong to me? To any black cock?!" Izaak asked.
She knew she shouldn't answer, but she couldn't help herself.
"Yeeess." She moaned.
"Say it you stupid bitch!" Izaak shouted.
"My throat belongs to any black cock!!!" Charlotte shouted.
"Cum you fucking whore! Cum!" Izaak shouted.
"Thaaankk yooouuuuuuuuu!!!" Charlotte shouted and then it hit her.
"FUUCKKKK!!!" She screamed as she came there on the floor, covered in cum and shaking.
Her entire body was twitching, her legs closed and made the vibrating feel even better as she came harder than she ever. Her chest was heaving up and down as she carried on twitching throughout a long orgasm.
"Oh. My. God." She kept whispering as her body felt like jelly on the floor. Helpless and useless.
"How was that?" Michelle asked.
Still not opening her eyes, Charlotte moaned out quietly as the orgasm continued.
"Amazing."
George
George sat in his bed, reading one of the books he was allowed from the library. Reading every book in the world wouldn't be able to stop him thinking about Charlotte. About what she was having to do because of him.
He had grown even more worried, after hearing about how much she loved it when this guy fucked her. He worried that she would still love it even more now that Izaak had moved in with her. He hated it, he was jealous and furious at her for enjoying it.
How could she enjoy having sex with another man? I can't believe her!
The only positive was that the beatings had stopped. He was also happily that Tyrone fucking him was only the one time. His arse was still sore from when he took George in the shower, his gang friends keeping guard as George was pressed up against the wall and fucked and filled with his cum.
When suddenly he heard a voice, a familiar voice.
"Hi they Georgie."
Looking up, George's body froze in shock to see Tyrone at his cell door. He walked in and followed two of his black gang friends.
"Tryone, w-what are you doing here?" George asked sitting up on his bad, pushing his knees up hoping to have some form of defence.
"Just thought I'd pay my friend a visit." Tyrone said coming and sitting on the end of the bed.
"I did what you asked. Your friend is living with my wife. You said you would stop!" He shouted in a panic.
"Shhh keep your fucking voice down!" Tyrone firmly said back, "I'm not going to hurt you, I just wanted to show you something."
"W-what is it?" George asked.
Suddenly, one of the other black men sat next to him, sandwiching him between the black man and Tyrone.
"Here, look at this." Tyrone said pulling up a phone.
George had learnt early that Tyrone ran this place, he easily got a lot of items in the prison and the guards either didn't know or didn't care.
Looking at the phone, there was a video loaded and Tyrone hit play.
"Wow she really does love sucking black cock doesn't she!" George heard a woman's voice say.
"You do don't you slut?" He then heard a man's voice.
This is when George realised what he was watching. It was his wife, on her knees sucking on what he can only describe as the biggest cock in the world!
"MMMMMMMM!" Charlotte suddenly moaned around the cock.
"No! Turn it off!" George shouted, furious at seeing his wife and seeing her moaning whilst doing it.
"No, no. You will watch it all." Tyrone said gripping his tough hand onto George's shoulder.
He knew he couldn't fight them away, turning back to the screen he could do nothing but watch as his beautiful, innocent wife was sucking on this black cock. He hated how she was happily bobbing up and down on it hard, he has never seen this side of her before.
Then, not believing his eyes. He watched as his wife by her own will grabbed the black man's thighs and forced the cock down her throat!
"Charlotte. No." George whispered.
"Please! Cum all over my face and let me cum!!" Charlotte begged on the video.
"No!!" George shouted, feeling a tear fall down his face.
Moving his head so he could watch, one of the black men in the cell pushed his head back and forced him to watch.
Charlotte happily sat there and let this black man cum all over her face, he was hurt even more when she happily opened her mouth and let his cum fall onto her tongue and swallowed it down.
When he saw his wife fall backwards, he noticed the clothes she was wearing. Nothing he has ever seen her in before, she was dressed like a whore!
"Are you going to cum like the black cock slut you are?" The black man in the video said.
"No, please." George whispered.
"Yeeeesssssss." Charlotte moaned louder than she has ever moaned with George.
"Does your throat belong to me? To any black cock?!" He heard the black man say again.
"Charlotte stop!" George pleaded, but it was no use.
"Yeeess." Charlotte moaned.
"Say it you stupid bitch!" The man shouted.
"My throat belongs to any black cock!!!" Charlotte shouted.
"Cum you fucking whore! Cum!" The black man ordered shouted.
"Thaaankk yooouuuuuuuuu!!!" Charlotte shouted.
George was helpless as he watched his wife cumming on the floor, covered in this black man's cum.
Then the video cut off, looking away from the phone. Tyrone was smiling back at him.
"Looks like your wife is loving being a black whore already." He said with a laugh.
George couldn't reply, what could he even say?
"Looks like you're enjoying it too." Tyron laughed.
Looking down, George couldn't believe it himself, but his pants were showing his clear hard on.
"Little bitch." Tyrone said before standing up and walking away.
George couldn't believe it, his worst fears had come true! His wife was becoming the slut that they wanted. But why was he so turned on by it?!
Charlotte's Throat Is Conquered
After cumming on the floor, Charlotte felt ashamed of herself. Luckily, she was allowed to go and have a shower to wash off all of Izaak's cum.
Whilst in there she thought back to what she had done. She actually begged to cum, she loved taking his cock down her throat.
What am I doing?! She thought to herself.
After the shower, she went downstairs in her pyjamas but Izaak and Michelle quickly ordered her to only be naked.
The rest of the night, she cooked them both dinner naked and sat on the sofa in between them both, naked.
She went to bed in the guest room yet again and Michelle stayed with Izaak in her room.
Lying there, she couldn't believe what was going on. Yet, she was just happy to not have to cry herself to sleep this time.
During her sleep, her dream was filled with Izaak. She thought of herself on her knees taking his cock down her throat. Feeling his dick going deeper and deeper inside of her.
When she woke up, her breathing was heavy and she was covered in sweat. Worse of all, she was horny as fuck and her pussy was soaking wet.
As much as she didn't want to admit it, she loved having that big cock fucking her mouth. The feel of it hitting her throat. It was nothing she has ever experience before and she did not expect to enjoy it, let alone love it.
Getting out of bed, she made her way to the bathroom. Flushing the toilet, she planned on going back to sleep when she could hear noises coming from her room.
Moaning noises.
Are Izaak and Michelle having sex on my bed?! Charlotte thought.
"Slave! Get in here!" She suddenly heard Izaak shouting. She hesitated for a second, until he shouted again, "I know you're out there listening!"
No point in trying to hide it, Charlotte opened the door. Inside she saw Michelle sat on top of Izaak, she could see his big, black cock was balls deep in Michelle's pussy and it brought back memories of when she was filled by that monster.
"Were you enjoying listening?" Izaak asked as Michelle carried on slowly riding his cock.
"N-no." Charlotte whispered, embarrassed of being caught.
"It's okay, you can watch." Michelle moaned.
Looking over, Michelle's breasts were not as big as Charlotte's, but her body was toned and firm. Charlotte had never been attracted to women before but she had to admit that Michelle was beautiful.
Watching this black woman's pussy stretching around the giant cock, Charlotte was lost in a trance.
Slapping her arse Izaak ordered, "Get off me."
"I haven't cum yet!" She moaned.
"You will, just get off me." He ordered.
Charlotte watched as her pussy lifted off from the cock, leaving her slightly open and his cock glistening with her juices. She sat down next to him and Charlotte realised she was staring at two, beautiful black people.
"Do you like what you see?" Izaak asked. His sweat just making his muscles look even better.
"I...I.. don't know." Charlotte stuttered out.
"Do you want my cock back in your mouth?" He asked.
Charlotte couldn't take her eyes off it, it's like she had a new addiction. Just seeing it had her drooling and felt like she had an itch that needed scratching. When she didn't answer, Michelle spoke again. "Why don't you clean my pussy juices off his cock?"
Charlotte's mouth hung open. A few months ago, this sort of thing would've sounded like a crazy, fake story. Yet, that's not the case any longer.
"Come here, now." Izaak ordered.
As if her brain wasn't hers, Charlotte did as she was told. Slowly moving to the bed, she got onto her knees and worked her way up until she was in between Izaak's legs. Staring at his hard cock, it was so big, so perfect.
Reaching out, she gripped it in one hand but before she put her mouth around it Izaak stopped her and said, "What do you want?"
"W-what do you mean?" Charlotte asked, looking up at him, his cock only inches from her face.
"I asked, what do you want?" He repeated.
Trying to think, Charlotte finally found the answer and although she didn't want to say it, her mouth had a mind of its own.
"I want... to suck your dick." Not believing those words just left her mouth.
"Does your mouth and throat belong to me?" Izaak asked.
Again, hesitating Charlotte stuttered "Y-yes."
"Your throat belongs to any nigger cock for now on?" Izaak asked, the use of such a taboo word giving her some weird pleasure.
"Yes sir." Charlotte admitted, adamant to suck on his cock.
"Tell me." Izaak said firmly.
"My- My mouth and throat belong to you." She whispered.
"And?" Izaak said, pushing her further.
"And, to any... Nigger cock." She said, saying the actual word giving her pleasure.
"Good slut. Go on then." He ordered.
Straight away, Charlotte looked at the black cock, opening her mouth she willingly took it in. Wrapping her lips around it, her senses were filled with what she assumed was Michelle's pussy. The first time she has ever tasted another woman.
"How is it?" Michelle asked.
"Mmmm." Charlotte instinctively moaned, loving the new taste.
"Knew you would." Michelle laughed.
"All white girls love eating your pussy." Izaak said as Charlotte started to slowly bob up and down on the cock.
"True that. When are you going to let this slut make me cum?" Michelle asked.
Although yesterday the idea repulsed her, after tasting her sweetness on this cock the thought actually turned Charlotte on.
"When she admits she is a full black cock slut." Izaak said.
Charlotte just allowed them to talk about her whilst she focused on this cock. Running her tongue all over his shaft and head. She loved the way it felt to have such a big cock in her mouth. Instead of the usual face fucking, she was sensually sucking this cock, enjoying every second of it.
As she lovingly bobbed up and down, Izaak's moans were quiet but constant. When she felt Michelle moving, Charlotte didn't open her eyes, instead focusing on the cock in her mouth.
Her soft lips tightly wrapping around it as her head moved up and down, her wet tongue flicking along the head and making Izaak twitch and tasting his delicious precum.
Then she felt a pair of soft hands on her arse cheeks that were stuck in the air.
"She does have an amazing arse." Michelle said as she caressed Charlotte's arse.
"Mmmmm!" Charlotte moaned around the black cock when she felt a finger slip inside of her pussy.
"Fucking hell she's soaked." Michelle laughed.
Charlotte couldn't believe it, somehow finding herself in what she would class as her first ever threesome. Something she never thought she would be in.
She carried on lovingly sucking the dark meat in her mouth as Michelle slowly slid her finger in and out of her needy pussy.
"Mmmm." Charlotte kept lightly moaning at the pleasure. When a second finger slid inside of her, her Charlotte nearly came. But focusing on the cock made her able to hold it off.
"When are you going to take her little arsehole?" Michelle asked which panicked Charlotte.
Her arse was definitely untouched and she had no desire to take anything inside there.
"That is way off, she will need warming up to take a black cock in there. Don't worry, we have time." Izaak said which feared Charlotte more.
"Shame I don't have my strap on so I could've fucked her." Michelle said as she picked up the pace of fingering Charlotte's drenched pussy.
"Maybe next time." Izaak said.
Charlotte took the black cock out of her mouth and moved her head down, sticking out her wet tongue she started to run it all over his smooth, black balls.
"Mmm that's good." Izaak moaned.
Charlotte tried to focus on licking and sucking on his balls whilst her pussy was getting wetter and wetter from being fingered. Still not believing that she was being fingered by a woman.
After his balls were covered in her spit, Charlotte got back to sucking on his black cock. Bobbing up and down faster and faster, wanting her reward of his delicious cum.
"Mmmm!" Charlotte moaned as Michelle fingered her faster and faster.
"I think the slut likes it." Michelle said.
"Mmmmmm!" Charlotte moaned back in agreement, knowing her orgasm wasn't far off.
Faster and faster she bobbed on Izaak's cock, taking him down her throat. Loving feeling the giant dick hitting her throat again.
"Glllllgggggggg!!" Charlotte gagged as she took him as deep down her throat as possible.
"Fuuuckkk!!" Izaak grunted as Charlotte finally felt his cock expand and a load of his cum firing into her mouth.
His cum hitting her tongue finally sent her over the edge, her own orgasm ripping through her.
"MMMMMMMMM!!" Charlotte moaned around the cock as more and more cum filled her, swallowing it all down as her own body shook from cumming.
"Fuck yes you little slut!" Michelle shouted slapping her arse as Charlotte sucked and swallowed every last drop of cum.
"Right slut, get up. We are going out soon. You can have the day to yourself" Izaak said.
Although Charlotte's orgasm was still hitting her, she managed to pick herself up.
"Open up slut." Michelle said, delirious Charlotte did as she was told and took Michelle's black fingers into her mouth. She happily sucked and licked her own pussy juices off of the fingers.
For the next week Charlotte started every day with sucking Izaak's cock. Truth be told she loved it now, it was as though she couldn't start her day without a load of his cum. The feel of his big, black cock down her throat was becoming an obsession.
Izaak made Charlotte put her toy love egg in her pussy every time she sucked his cock, making sure that she was only ever allowed to cum with a black cock in her mouth.
Michelle didn't come around again and Charlotte didn't really leave the house. Every now and again Izaak would leave and she would try and forget what her life has become.
But then he would return and again she would suck his dick. It was strange, she thought Why isn't he fucking me? Was my pussy not good enough for him last time? But she was also grateful that he didn't force himself on her.
Although she came every time she sucked his cock, she was feeling her pussy begging to be fucked. To have this giant, black cock in her once more. But she was able to control herself for now and not ask for it.
Mark Of A Throat Slut
One day, when she was set to go and visit George, a day she has been looking forward to since this all started, when Izaak suddenly said to her, "You are coming out with me today."
Charlotte was upset and begged him, "Please, I'm seeing my husband today."
"He isn't going anywhere, you can see him next week." Izaak said, clearly not wanting to be argued with.
Knowing she had zero control of the situation, she agreed to go with him.
Charlotte was dressed in a short, blue skirt and a crop top that just covered her tits. Walking out of the house she felt humiliated when some of her neighbours saw her and a black man and woman leaving with her.
What must they think of me? She thought trying to keep her head down and not make any eye contact.
She followed their instructions of where to drive, towards the side of town she never went. The rougher side of town.
When they pulled up, Charlotte had no idea where they were.
"Okay, get out." Izaak said opening his door.
Stepping outside, the building was all red brick but covered in graffiti.
"Where are we going?" Charlotte asked.
"You're getting a tattoo." Izaak said bluntly and then entered through a black door into this beat up building.
Did he just say a tattoo? Charlotte panicked.
Following him inside, she quickly realised it was some back alley tattoo shop and she got even more frightened.
Izaak went into one room with a tattoo chair and another person inside who was covered head to toe in tattoos.
"So what are we getting?" He asked.
"Something to signify her becoming a throat slut for black cock." Izaak said.
"What?!" Charlotte suddenly shouted.
Izaak calmly walked over to her until his face was just inches from hers, frightening her with his size.
"You do not question me, remember." He said very calmly but scary.
Charlotte knew right there and then there was no way out, she was getting this tattoo whether she liked it or not.
"Now, get on the bed." Izaak ordered.
Doing as she was told, Charlotte closed her eyes and had to fight not to cry.
"I've got an idea." Izaak said and then the tattoo artist and Izaak left the room.
When they came back, Charlotte kept her eyes closed throughout the tattoo. It hurt like hell and she wanted to cry but she managed to stop herself.
"Done." He finally said.
Standing up, Charlotte was in fear of what she was going to see. On her waist, just below where the top of her skirt, in black, bold letters it read: "Black Cock Throat Slut"
George II
George waited for nearly an hour for Charlotte to visit him. Sitting in his chair facing the glass, but she never came. He got more and more angry. After the video he saw he panicked that she had been turned and would never see him again.
Storming out, he got into his cell and started shouting to himself. "Fucking whore! She is leaving me for some black man! I can't believe her!"
Suddenly, Tyrone appeared again in his cell.
"What do you want?!" George shouted.
"Don't take that tone with me." He said stepping in with two thugs again.
George was furious, he already felt like he has lost his wife, but he still didn't want to get killed by these men.
"I have something else to show you." Tyrone said with a smile.
Oh no, what now? George thought.
Tyrone showed his phone again. It took a moment for George to realise what it was.
It was Charlotte, stood completely naked in their bedroom. Then he spotted her waist.
"Is that a tattoo?" He said out loud.
"It is, read what it says." Tyrone said zooming in on it.
When it came into focus, he read the words.
"Black Cock Throat Slut"