Charlottes eyes flickered as she slowly woke up, as her eyes adjusted to the light, she remembered that she was back in her proper bedroom. She hadn't slept in there for a full month since Izaak moved in, she found it strangely comforting being back in that bed.
She lifted a hand to brush her hair out of her face, only to remember that Izaak had it cut short and died.
I suppose this is easier to manage, Charlotte thought to herself as she ran her fingers through her shorter hair.
"Hmm." She heard Izaak groan a little from beside her.
His big, muscular arm was wrapped around Charlottes waist, his dark skin looked so inviting to Charlotte that she lightly traced her fingertips up and down his forearm.
He's such a beautiful man, Charlotte thought to herself as he cuddled in close to her.
The longer she lay there, feeling the muscles on his arm the more turned on she found herself getting.
His heavy breathing behind her, his firm, naked body pressed against hers. Then, she felt his hard cock twitch against her bare arse.
Without even realising it Charlotte started to rub her arse against his hard cock, pressing herself against him and getting even wetter.
God his cock is so big, Charlotte thought as she rubbed herself against it.
"Trying to get me horny?" She suddenly heard Izaak whisper and Charlotte realised she had woken him up.
"S-sorry." Charlotte replied, feeling embarrassed from her actions.
"Don't be sorry," He replied, "No better way to start the day than a blowjob."
Oh god, fuck it, Charlotte thought.
She smiled to herself and turned her body around so she was facing Izaak. His beautiful face was just inches from hers.
For a few moments she stared into his dark brown eyes, she looked at his thick, delicate lips as he just stared back at her.
She found herself in a loving embrace with this black man.
The longer she stared at him, the more Charlotte had an urge to lean in and kiss him. However, she already felt guilty for sharing a bed with him, she wasn't ready to kiss him.
Instead, to stop herself, she pressed her palm against his chiselled chest and gave him a smile as he rolled onto his back.
When the sheets fell off him Charlotte just marvelled at his perfect body, her pale white hand against his black skin gave an amazing complexion that Charlotte got even more turned on by.
When her eyes went down and landed on his hard, black cock she felt her mouth fill with drool.
Without saying a word, she just lowered herself down the bed and in between his legs. Once she was on her knees and inches from his hard cock, she took it into her hands and held him, feeling his warmth and his girth.
She gently stroked his meat up and down, staring at his skin as it moved with her hand and the slight glisten of his precum coming from the head.
Charlotte went to move her hair back but again remembered that it was now cut short.
With one last look up and smile to Izaak, Charlotte opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his thick, black cock.
"Good girl." Izaak moaned when he felt the warmth of her mouth around his dick.
Charlotte had gotten so used to having this cock in her mouth in the last month. At least once a day she would suck his dick and she knew exactly what he liked.
She ran her wet tongue all around the head of his cock, circling it slowly and seductively, knowing to start slow before sucking him properly.
Charlotte was savouring having this amazing cock in her mouth as she flicked the head from top to bottom, spreading her spit around but tasting his precum at the same time.
She kept her lips tightly wrapped just passed the head as she put all of her focus on the work she was doing with her tongue.
"You're getting good at that." Izaak complimented her with a little moan.
"Mmmm." Charlotte moaned back in reply.
Her eyes were closed as she just wanted to purely focus on the majestic dick in between her lips.
She would keep massaging the head with her tongue for a while before she started to take him deeper into her mouth. Opening her lips slightly she moved her head down and felt the warmth of his cock delve deeper.
Then she pressed her now wet lips tightly against his cock and pulled back, dragging her spit along with her lips until she reached the head where she circling with her tongue once again.
She did this time and time again, slowly taking him a little deeper into her mouth. It felt like nothing else in the world mattered at that moment other than Izaak's cock.
Charlotte was steadily moving her mouth up and down his cock, taking just over half of his shaft into her mouth.
After a few minutes of that, Izaak's cock was covered in spit that was pouring past Charlotte's lips and down his shaft and onto his smooth balls.
Then Charlotte opened her mouth wider yet again and ever so slowly worked her head down. Without being pressured, she took her time going deeper and deeper and deeper.
His thick, black cock pressed down her throat which tightly wrapped around it as she kept pushing herself. Charlotte managed to suppress her urge to gag as she kept going deeper.
Then, she felt his balls press against her chin and Charlotte knew she had taken his entire cock.
"Fuuuuuucckk." Izaak grunted and Charlotte's pussy twitched knowing she was giving him this pleasure.
"Glllgg..." Charlotte moaned as she held his cock fully inside her throat.
She held him as long as she could before she started to lose air, then when she pulled back, she gasped and felt a trail of spit go from her lips and chin to his cock.
"I love this cock." Charlotte said as she grabbed it and wanked him a little faster, spreading her mass amount of spit around.
She looked up at Izaak and just smiled at him with spit around her lips.
"Get back onto my cock now you sexy little slut." He ordered.
"Yes sir." Charlotte replied with a grin.
In a second Charlotte had her lips wrapped around his black shaft and was bobbing up and down like a porn star.
Faster and faster Charlotte sucked his big, black cock and moaned constantly, loving having him down her throat.
Every time Izaak moaned because of her, Charlotte's pussy twitched with excitement.
"I'm going to cum soon slut, you better not miss a fucking drop." Izaak warned.
"Mmmm!" Charlotte moaned back, knowing there was no chance she would waste his delicious cum.
"Fuuuuuckk!" Izaak grunted and Charlotte felt the first shot of his thick, delicious, warm cum hit her throat.
More and more of his cum filled her mouth and Charlotte swallowed down every last drop and loved every moment of it. She really had come to love being his cocksucking slut.
She never let up on sucking his cock until his balls were well and truly drained.
"Thanks for that," Izaak said and sat up, his thick cock falling from Charlottes mouth, "I'm going for a shower. You start breakfast."
"Yes sir," Charlotte replied and wiped her mouth, she looked up at his amazing, ebony body as he stood up, "Thank you, sir."
"You're welcome slut." Izaak said with a smile and walked out of the room.
"Izaak?!" Charlotte shouted just as he left.
"What?" He replied and stuck his head back around the corner.
"Can I... erm, can I cum please?" She asked him, she was so fucking horny and her pussy was drenched after swallowing his cum.
When she asked that Izaak let out a little chuckle and a smile.
"Hmm, not yet." He replied.
Charlotte was gutted by his denial and she could see on his face that he was waiting to see her reaction.
"Yes, sir." She replied, feeling like she had to obey his order, as hard as that would be.
He gave another smile and then disappeared back down the hall.
I don't understand what is happening, Charlotte thought to herself as the taste of Izaak's cum lingered in her mouth, Am I enjoying this?
Giving her head a shake, Charlotte got up and put her dressing gown on then went downstairs to start cooking.
It was about half an hour later when Izaak came down in just his boxers, Charlotte couldn't take her eyes off his chiselled body as he walked. He grabbed the breakfast and sat down at the dining table, he gave his thigh a light tap and Charlotte knew exactly what he meant.
She happily walked over to the man she once considered her captor and sat down on his strong thigh's. As she as her skin touched his, her pussy twitched in excitement.
Charlotte sat in silence as Izaak ate his breakfast with his big, strong arms around her.
When he was finished, Charlotte took his plate away and washed it and heard Izaak going upstairs.
When she went up and saw him fully dressed, Charlotte was disappointed that he obviously wasn't planning on having sex with her.
"What are you doing today?" Charlotte asked him from the doorway.
"I'm seeing some of the boys, Michelle is coming to give you a makeover." Izak told her.
Charlotte hadn't seen Michelle for a week or so, she thought back to their few days together and how Michelle made it very clear that she wanted to fuck Charlotte.
"W-what kind of makeover?" Charlotte asked, a bit worried that they are changing how she looks a lot.
"You'll see," Izaak said and then walked up to Charlotte with a smile, "Kiss me goodbye." He ordered.
As she looked up at this big, black man that she has had sex with so many times, she still couldn't bring herself to kiss him.
"I... I can't, I'm sorry." She said, fearful of getting punished.
"Hmmm, disappointing." Izaak said and then marched past her without saying a goodbye.
She listened to him go down the stairs and out the front door, his lack of anger actually made Charlotte more afraid, worried about disappointing him.
After he left, Charlotte took a shower and got dressed as she waited for Michelle to come over. It was around midday when she finally arrived, no knock on the door, she just let herself in.
"Hi Charlotte, long time no see." Michelle said with a smile on her face.
Charlotte had forgotten what a natural beauty Michelle was, her dark complexion made her face look young and not requiring makeup. Her hair was still jet black that fell just below her shoulders and she wore a short black skirt and a black t-shirt that hugged her slim figure amazingly.
"Hi, how are you?" Charlotte replied awkwardly, not knowing how to interact with this person.
"Good," Michelle said with a smile and pulled Charlotte in for a hug, "I see you're still dressing like a prude even after our shopping trip."
"I... I thought I look nice." Charlotte said and hung her head in embarrassment.
"Nice isn't hot," Michelle said with a smile, "Come on, let's go to your room."
Michelle's soft fingers interlocked with Charlotte and led her upstairs. It was strange for Charlotte, last time she saw Michelle she felt like a prisoner and that Michelle was helping to, in her own words, "Break her". Whereas now, Charlotte has started to embrace this year, rather than spend the year fighting it, she has chosen to try and find some enjoyment.
With that, Michelle seems to be a nicer person.
When they got to Charlotte's room Michelle let go of her hand and opened the wardrobe.
"This is why Izaak called me in," Michelle said with a laugh, "He's great with owning people but knows nothing about fashion."
Charlotte watched silently as Michelle grabbed as many of her normal clothes as she could and threw them onto the bed. After that handful, she grabbed the rest and threw them onto the bed.
"Get a bin bag will you." Michelle then said as she opened the door to Charlottes shoes.
"Are you throwing them all away?" Charlotte asked in shock, knowing over the years she had spent a lot of money on clothes.
"All except for the ones I got you," Michelle said without stopping gathering Charlotte's clothes, "Now go get a bin bag."
Charlotte knew better than to argue, she was grateful that Michelle and Izaak had spent so much money on her new clothes, she just worried that everything she owned would be slutty.
She went downstairs to get a bin bag and brought it back up to see that Michelle had put all of her shoes that weren't high heels onto the bed as well.
"Good, put everything in the bin bags." Michelle told her.
Although she didn't want to, Charlotte packed all of her clothes and her shoes into the bin bags until all that was left was her new, slutty clothes that Michelle had picked out for her.
"Now, take off the prude clothes you're wearing." Michelle ordered.
"N-now?" Charlotte asked.
"I've already seen you naked, sucking cock and getting fucked, there's nothing to hide." Michelle said with a laugh.
I guess she's right, Charlotte thought.
She took off her t-shirt and jeans and put them into the bin bag. As per her previous orders she never wore a thong but still had on a black bra.
"You're so fucking hot," Michelle said, her eyes all over Charlotte's body, "I can't wait until Izaak lets me use you."
As much as Charlotte wanted to deny it, she was still incredibly horny from the morning with Izaak and almost wished that Michelle would make her cum.
Charlotte put all of her clothes into the bin bags and then put it onto the floor.
"Now, get onto the bed and spread your legs." Michelle ordered.
"What?" Charlotte asked, confused as Michelle had just said she wasn't allowed to have sex with her.
"Do as you're told, slut." Michelle ordered in a firmer tone.
Her submissiveness kicked in and Charlotte lay on the bed and spread her legs, exposing her bare pussy to this beautiful black woman.
Without saying a word, Charlotte stared at Michelle as she moved to her side, her soft, dark fingers started to trace up and down Charlotte's smooth thigh.
Oh god, is this really happening? Charlotte thought as Michelle's fingertips grew closer and closer to her needy pussy, Do I really want to have sex with a woman?
"Mmmm." Charlotte accidentally moaned and gasped when Michelle's fingertips started to trace her smooth pussy lips.
Charlotte stared into Michelle's beautiful eyes as her fingers circled her wet hole, just about missing and teasing her throbbing clit.
"Seems you're already horny and wet for me." Michelle said with a smile, still tracing Charlotte's pussy.
"Y-yes, Miss." Charlotte replied, letting out another moan.
Please make me cum, Charlotte begged in her head.
As she lay there, completely exposed to this black woman who was teasing her soaking wet pussy, Charlotte let out quiet little moans, never breaking eye contact stood next to her. She felt so submissive, so slutty for this black woman.
"Do you want me to finger your white cunt?" Michelle asked in a soft, delicate tone.
"Yes." Charlotte instantly replied, surprising herself with her eagerness.
A single dark finger spread Charlotte's wet pussy juices around her lips, each time she touched her hole Charlotte let out a little gasp.
Her finger then pressed at the bottom of her pussy and ran all the way up the slit and flicked across her clit.
"Ooooh god," Charlotte moaned loudly and stared at Michelle, "Please, please make me cum."
"Hmmm." Michelle hummed with a giant grin.
Then, ever so slowly, Michelle's index finger pushed knuckle deep inside Charlotte's desperate, dripping wet pussy.
"Yyyyyeesss." Charlotte moaned and arched her back, the excitement of being fingered by another woman sending her over the edge.
"Do you like me fingering you?" Michelle whispered, curling her finger and pressing it against her G-spot.
"Yes!" Charlotte moaned at the pure pleasure she was receiving.
Then as fast as the finger went in, Michelle pulled it back out.
"No, don't stop, please." Charlotte begged, not caring how desperate she sounded.
Without replying, Michelle pushed her finger to Charlotte's lips and she happily opened her mouth and sucked on the wet, dark finger.
"That's enough for you." Michelle said and pulled her finger back.
"What?" Charlotte asked, desperate to cum.
"Get dressed, we're going out." Michelle said and walked downstairs.
I'm so fucking horny!! Charlotte moaned in her head but she knew not to disobey any orders.
Horny as fuck, Charlotte looked threw the only clothes she had left, all of which left little to the imagination.
She put on a short leather skirt, a white blouse that only buttoned up half way and showed a lot of her cleavage. Finally, she grabbed the lowest high heels she had left, a black pair that she put on and went downstairs.
"Now that is much better," Michelle said when she saw Charlotte, "You look fucking hot!"
Charlotte blushed from the compliments, she turned and saw herself in the mirror, To be fair, I do look kind of hot, Charlotte thought, growing to like her new hair and clothes.
"Right then, let's get going, I'll drive." Michelle said.
"Where are we going?" Charlotte asked when she sat in the passenger seat, realising that this short a skirt meant her bare arse was on the seat.
"You're a bit pale, so we're getting you a spray tan." Michelle told her and started the car.
"Oh right, okay." Charlotte replied, not expecting that. If anything, she kind of liked the idea of having a tan.
As they drove Charlotte tried to keep pulling her skirt down but it instantly came back up.
"So, how have you been?" Michelle asked as she drove.
"Erm, good." Charlotte replied to her.
When she first met Michelle, she hated everything that was happening to her, but she felt like a different woman now, she felt almost, happy.
"You seem good." Michelle said with a smile, "I think black cock agrees with you."
Charlotte burst out in laughter to that, wondering if her sudden amazing sex life had something to do with her happiness.
"I mean, Izaak isn't as bad as I initially thought." Charlotte told her.
"He'll treat you great, as long as you do as you're told." Michelle told her.
"Well, I'm trying." Charlotte told her, actually enjoying her time with Michelle.
They eventually pulled up near to the tanning salon and they both got out of the car. It was only a few minutes' walk, but Charlotte caught multiple men staring and eyeing her up.
Although a few months ago she would've hated such a thing, she found herself getting more turned on knowing that these men are checking her out. It was actually giving her more confidence.
"Hello." The woman behind the till at the tanning salon said.
"Hi, we are getting this one a spray on tan please." Michelle spoke for Charlotte.
"No problem, how dark are you thinking?" The woman asked.
"Darkest you have." Michelle told her and surprised Charlotte, thinking she was just getting a light tan.
"Perfect, come with me please." The woman said and Charlotte followed her.
A few minutes later she stepped into the stall and Charlotte waited for her spray on tan to start, the whole time wondering quiet how dark it will be.
The spraying started and Charlotte stood perfectly still. Not long later she put her slutty clothes back on and stepped out.
"Now, it will keep getting darker over the next few hours. Any issues just call in." The woman said.
Charlotte looked in the mirror and thought it didn't look that dark, but she knew by the end of the day she could be really dark.
"Great, let's go." Michelle said and took Charlotte's hand.
Walking down the street, hand in hand with another woman Charlotte felt a little self-conscious, but she weirdly liked it.
When they got back into car Charlotte wondered where they were going next, but instantly Michelle reached across, gripped Charlottes bare thighs and spread her legs and in a second her finger was back, knuckle deep in her still soaked pussy.
"Ooooh god, what're you doing?" Charlotte moaned in shock and pleasure.
"Just making sure you're still a horny little slut." Michelle whispered to her as she furiously fingered Charlotte's drenched pussy.
"Fuck... fuck.... Fuck...." Charlotte moaned as her fingers pumped in and out of her pussy.
"Enough." Michelle then said and pulled her soaking wet fingers out.
"No, please don't stop!" Charlotte moaned, not caring that they were in a car park.
"Shhh." Michelle whispered and pushed her wet fingers into Charlotte's mouth who instinctively sucked them clean.
After that, Michelle started the car and started to drive, but all Charlotte could think about was how horny she was.
"Put your hand up my skirt." Michelle then said in a flat tone.
"What?" Charlotte asked, wondering if she heard wrong, but then she looked down and saw Michelle had spread her legs whilst driving.
"Put your hand up my skirt and finger me." Michelle then said in a firmer voice.
"I though... I thought we weren't allowed?" Charlotte asked, although she couldn't believe she didn't say that she didn't want to.
"I'm not allowed to fuck you, there's nothing saying you can't finger me." Michelle then said with a smile, "You've never fingered another woman before, have you?"
"N-no." Charlotte whispered, now wondering what it would be like.
"Well, as I drive," Michelle said, "I want you to finger me, nice and slow, don't make me cum."
"O-okay." Charlotte stuttered out.
Okay?! She thought to herself, Am I happy to do this?!
She looked at Michelle's toned, beautiful thighs. When she reached across, she couldn't believe how soft her skin felt and found herself wanting to please this amazing woman more.
When her hand slowly went up Michelle's dark thigh, she was shocked again to realise Michelle had no underwear on and her fingers touched her already wet pussy.
Charlotte looked at Michelle's face who was focusing on driving. Her index finger traced Michelle's wet hole, until she got the bravery to slowly push her finger deeper and deeper inside of her.
Her pussy was warm and soaking wet, Charlotte could feel it tightly wrapped around her finger until she eventually got knuckle deep into the black woman.
I can't believe I'm fingering a woman. Charlotte thought.
"How does it feel." Michelle asked.
"Warm.... Wet." Charlotte replied, holding her finger perfectly still inside of her.
"That's because of you," Michelle whispered, "Looking at your sexy body has me so fucking horny."
Oh god, this is crazy! Charlotte thought.
She found herself feeling a need to please Michelle, thinking of what she likes, Charlotte curled her finger and attempted to find her G-spot. Then, she slowly started to move her finger in and out of Michelle's wet, tight, black pussy.
"There you go." Michelle whispered, a hint of a moan in her voice.
"Is that okay?" Charlotte asked as she slowly fingered Michelle.
God she's so tight, so wet, I wish she was fingering me! Charlotte thought as she fingered Michelle a little faster.
"Mmmm you're good." Michelle moaned.
"Good." Charlotte whispered back.
Her single finger was sliding in and out of Michelle's tight pussy and pressed against her G-spot over and over.
Charlotte started to really get into fingering Michelle, the feel of her pussy clenching around her turned her on in ways she's never experienced before.
"Oh yeah, just like that, finger my black cunt you little slut." Michelle moaned.
"You're so wet." Charlotte said as she pumped her finger in and out of Michelle's pussy, finding herself more and more turned on.
"Fuck, stop!" Michelle quickly moaned out and Charlotte instantly pulled her finger out.
"What's wrong?" Charlotte asked, worried she had done something wrong.
"Nothing, I just nearly came." Michelle said with a little pant.
"Is that bad?" Charlotte asked, wanting to see what it was like to make another woman cum.
"Not at all," Michelle replied, "But you aren't allowed to make me cum, yet."
"Oh, okay." Charlotte replied and sat back, she looked at her wet finger and had an urge to suck on it, however she felt too embarrassed to do so, instead she whipped it onto her thigh.
They eventually got back to Charlotte's house.
"Right, I'll see you in a few days." Michelle said.
"You... don't want to come inside?" Charlotte asked, actually wanting to pleasure this black woman.
"I would love to," Michelle said and smiled, "But not yet."
"Okay, see you soon." Charlotte said and got out of the car disappointed.
When she got inside, she realised that Izaak was still out and didn't know what to do with herself.
As the hours went on Charlotte started to notice the darkness in her skin. By 6pm she looked at herself in the full-length mirror.
Her skin was more tanned than it had ever been in her life, she looked as though she just got back from a month-long holiday in the sun.
Her skin, mixed with her slutty outfit, Charlotte found herself actually very attractive and liked her new look.
As she was looking at herself in the mirror Izaak came through the front door.
"Wow, don't you look hot." He said with a smile as he saw her.
"Thank you." Charlotte said and blushed again at the compliment.
She looked at Izaak who was undressing her with his eyes, she desperately wanted him to just pick her up and take her, to feel his big cock inside of her.
"You should get started on dinner." Her said and then walked into the living room.
He's not going to fuck me? Charlotte thought to herself, her desperate pussy disappointed yet again.
She went into the kitchen and started to cook dinner. Charlotte almost laughed to herself when she realised, she was pretty much back to her usual house wife ways, except instead of her husband, it was Izaak.
When she thought that, for a moment she felt guilty. Guilty for finding some pleasure in the situation that was thrust upon her.
He's the one that got me in this situation, she then argued to herself, it's not my fault that I actually like it.
When she brought the two dinner plates into the dining room, Charlotte actually smiled when she saw Izaak, realising how happy she actually was.
When she put the plate down Charlotte half expected to sit on Izaak's lap again, however she did think it would be difficult to eat like that.
"You can sit on the chair whilst we eat." Izaak told her, as though he could read her mind.
"Thank you." Charlotte replied.
She sat down next to Izaak as they ate together, as if they were an actual couple.
"How was your day with Michelle?" Izaak asked between bites.
"It was good." Charlotte replied.
"Good, she told me you fingered her?" Izaak asked, as though this were normal dinner talk.
"Erm, yes," Charlotte replied and felt her cheeks burn red with embarrassment, "Is that okay?"
"Of course, Michelle knows the rules," Izaak said much to Charlotte's relief, "Did you like it?"
"Oh, erm, I... I guess." Charlotte replied, feeling even more embarrassed.
"You liked fingering her tight, wet, black cunt?" Izaak asked, each word seemingly turning Charlotte on more.
"Y-yes sir. I did." Charlotte admitted.
"Good girl." Izaak replied.
The rest of their meal was eaten in silence, Charlotte would look up at Izaak every now and again, wondering if he was finally going to fuck her that night.
When they eventually finished Charlotte took the plates away and cleaned them, as she was washing them in the sink, she felt a strong hand grab her arse cheek underneath her short skirt.
"We're going for a shower now." Izaak whispered into her ear.
"Mmm, yes sir." Charlotte happily replied as he squeezed her arse.
She quickly put the clean plates down and followed Izaak upstairs and into their bathroom.
"Undress me." He ordered.
Charlotte ripped his shirt off, then got onto her knees and undid his jeans. She wrapped her fingers around his waist band and pulled them to the ground, unleashing his big, hard, black cock.
As soon as she saw it her mouth started to water at the thought of having it inside of her.
"Not yet," Izaak said with a laugh, "Get undressed."
Without taking her eyes from his cock, Charlotte stood up and took off her slutty clothes in front of him until they were both completely naked.
Izaak turned the shower on and once it was hot, he stepped in, quickly followed by Charlotte.
"Wash me." He said and handed her the bottle of shower gel.
"Yes sir." Charlotte replied.
As she poured the gel onto her hands and then proceeded to rub it into his firm, hard chest, Charlotte was getting even more turned on. With every inch of his dark skin she rubbed, she pictured his big cock fucking her pussy.
She spread the gel all over his body and finally landed on his giant, hard cock. She gripped it hard with her right hand and gasped, always amazed at how hard is meat got.
Charlotte started to stroke his thick cock up and down, spreading the shower gel as she wanked his cock.
He's so big, so fucking perfect, Charlotte thought as she wanked his dick.
"Enough of that," Izaak said, "Do the rest."
Charlotte didn't reply, instead she started to spread the gel around his big, shaved balls. Then she spread it around his arse cheeks and down his legs, in the process her short hair got soaked by the shower.
"Okay, your turn." Izaak said.
Charlotte jumped up with joy, pure excitement to feel his hands over her petite, toned body.
Izaak started rubbing his big, black hands around Charlotte's chest. He grabbed and squeezed her stiff nipples as he rubbed her.
"Oooh god." Charlotte moaned just from his touch.
His hands went behind her back and rubbed her all over, as he did this his body slightly pressed against hers.
The steam coming from the shower just made Charlotte's head wilder and hornier. His hands were rubbing all down her back, until he finally reached her arse, which he cupped and pulled her closer so his big, hard cock pressed against her stomach.
"Oh god, Izaak." Charlotte moaned.
Izaak kept a firm grip on her arse cheeks as he held her body on his, their faces were only an inch or so apart.
"Oh god... please...." Charlotte moaned out, feeling herself getting completely and utterly lost in her lust.
Her nipples rubbing against him, his giant fucking cock pressing against her, she wanted to jump up and take his entire cock in her pussy right there and then.
Charlotte's breathing grew heavy as her chest heaved up and down against Izaak's hard body.
As they stared into each other's eyes, Izaak moved forward to place his lips against Charlotte's. But she suddenly moved her head to the side and stopped it.
"I... I'm sorry." She whispered, unable to look at him.
"Hmmm," Izaak said and took a step away from her, as he moved around her Charlotte turned to face him. In a second, Charlotte felt his fingers grip her throat and push and hold her against the wet tiled wall, "You dirty little slut." He said to her.
Charlotte felt his right hand move to her thighs and she willingly spread them wide as she was held up against the wall from his choking.
"Fuuuckk!" Charlotte moaned as two of his big, black fingers pushed inside of her desperate cunt.
His choking just seemed to enhance her pleasure, her slight lack of air and his dominance over her making her pussy clench around his fingers.
"You like that you little slut?" Izaak asked.
He remained at arm's length as he choked and fingered Charlotte against the wall, the hot water from the shower pouring onto his amazing body.
"Yyyeess." Charlotte croaked through his choking in pure pleasure.
"You liked getting fingered by a big, black man like the cheating whore you are?" Izaak asked her.
Charlotte had never considered what she had been doing as cheating, since it was forced upon her, even if she did enjoy most of it.
His thick fingers pumped in and out of Charlottes desperate, soaked pussy and her moaning grew and grew.
"Say it you dirty little white slut!" Izaak ordered.
"I like it!" Charlotte moaned loudly, "I like being fingered by you because I'm a cheating whore!"
"A cheating whore for any nigger dick?!" Izaak shouted.
"Yeess!" Charlotte screamed in pure pleasure, "Any nigger cock that wants to fuck me!"
Suddenly Izaak pulled his fingers out of Charlotte and released her throat, he took a step back and looked at the married white woman who was panting and moaning.
"Please don't stop." Charlotte whimpered out of desperation.
"Get dry, we're going to bed." Izaak told her and stepped out of the shower.
Oh fuck, please let him fuck me! Charlotte thought to herself.
She got out of the shower, dried herself off and went into the bedroom to see Izaak already in bed and under the covers.
"Goodnight slut." Izaak said and rolled to one side.
"What?" Charlotte asked, even more confused.
"What is it?" Izaak asked without even looking at her and keeping his eyes closed.
"We're not.... We're not going to have sex?" Charlotte asked, realising how ridiculous she was sounding.
"Nope." Izaak grunted out and remained on his side with his eyes closed.
What is he doing? Charlotte thought to herself.
She felt rejected, embarrassed and hurt. Slowly she got into bed and under the covers, she decided to face away from him, upset that he didn't want to have sex with her.
With her pussy desperate for attention, it took a long time for Charlotte to get to sleep, all she wanted was his big, black cock to hammer her and hammer her hard.
When she woke up, she was surprised to see Izaak had already gotten out of bed without her knowing.
God I'm so horny, Charlotte thought to herself.
She put on her dressing gown and went downstairs only to find that Izaak wasn't in the house at all.
Ever since he had moved in Charlotte had sucked his dick every morning, to the point she was extremely disappointed to not get to do it this morning.
Where is he? She thought, her mouth feeling empty without his black cock and without the taste of his cum.
It wasn't until midday when Izaak came back through the door. Charlotte had spent the whole morning on her own, wondering what to do with herself and why he left.
"Hi!" She quickly said to greet him and jumped off the sofa.
"I'm just grabbing some things then I'm going back out to see the boys." Izaak said barging past her and going upstairs.
What? Charlotte thought to herself.
She followed him upstairs like a lost puppy into the bedroom where he was grabbing a jacket.
"What are you doing?" She asked him, then realised she sounded like a jealous girlfriend to the man who she thought was her captor.
"You don't ask me things like that." Izaak said brushing her off.
Charlotte was dressed in extremely short, denim shorts and a crop top, showing off her slim, tanned body and had hoped it would entice him, however Izaak seemed completely uninterested.
"See you later." He shouted before leaving the house again.
What the fuck?! Charlotte thought to herself, What have I done wrong?
Charlotte kept herself busy by cleaning the house, washing the bed sheets and organising her new wardrobe of clothes for the rest of the day and it wasn't until 10pm when Izaak came back in.
"Come on, we're going to bed." He said walking through the house.
"Finally!" Charlotte said with glee and quickly followed him upstairs.
When she got into the bedroom, Izaak had already taken off his shirt and was undoing his jeans, unlike normal where Charlotte would undress him.
"Are you mad at me?" Charlotte asked him.
"No." He bluntly replied.
Then, he pulled his jeans down and Charlotte got to see his beautiful, thick, black cock.
Maybe I need to do something, Charlotte thought.
She rushed over to him and reached for his cock which was still soft, but before she got to it Izaak grabbed her wrist and pulled it away.
"Not without permission." He said to her.
"S-sorry." Charlotte whispered, instantly feeling bad about what she did.
Izaak got into bed and tapped on the mattress for her to join him. Charlotte quickly got her clothes off and got into the bed.
Izaak spooned her from behind and she could feel his cock pressing against her. Wanting to entice him, Charlotte started to rub her firm arse cheeks against his cock, when she felt him start to grow hard, she gave a little smile.
"Stop that." Izaak then blurted out.
"Why don't you want to have sex?" Charlotte asked him.
"Do you want to have sex?" Izaak asked her.
"Yes!" Charlotte admitted, almost shocking herself with how desperate she was to cheat on her husband.
"Well, no cock until you finally submit to being completely mine." He said.
"Haven't I already?" She asked him, she tried to turn to face him but Izaak kept his arms tightly wrapped around her small body and held her still with his hard cock pressing against her.
"Go to sleep." Izaak said to her.
What have I done? Charlotte thought.
Once again, Charlotte struggled to sleep, especially with his hard cock pressing against her that she desperately wanted inside of her.
The next morning, like the last, Izaak was already out of bed. Except this time when she went downstairs, she saw him sat on the sofa watching TV in just his boxers.
Just the sight of his amazing, black body Charlotte was soaked and drooling.
"We're going to a party tonight, so be ready by 6pm." Izaak told her without even looking at her.
"A... a party?" Charlotte asked.
"Yeah, with my mates, so don't embarrass me." He told her.
"No problem." Charlotte said.
This could be my chance to get back into his good books, if I obey and behave, he might fuck me again! She thought.
Charlotte spent the evening getting ready, she had a shower, moisturised her entire body, put her make up on and then got dressed into a very short, black skirt with fishnet stockings, a white crop top that only covered her tits that she didn't wear a bra with and then black high heels.
As she looked at herself in the mirror, Charlotte thought she looked like a complete slut. A few months ago, she would never have been seen dead like this, however she was willing to do it to get back into Izaak's good books.
When she went downstairs, she saw Izaak standing there in a baggy black shirt and black jeans.
"You look great." He said to her which made Charlotte smile.
"Thank you, so do you." Charlotte replied.
Izaak then walked closer to Charlotte to the point he was stood only inches away.
"Now, tonight," He said in a serious tone, "You are going as my girl, you will do what I say, when I say and you will not embarrass me. Understand?"
"Y-yes, sir." Charlotte replied, finding herself getting more turned on by his dominant manor.
"Good, let's go. You're driving." He told her.
The drive there was in silence, Charlotte didn't plan on drinking anyway which was better since she was driving.
As they got out of the car and walked towards the door to the house part Izaak reached up and put his big, strong arm around Charlotte. She saw it as him marking her as his property for when they entered the party.
"Izaak, glad you made it." One tall but slim black man said as he answered the door, "This your new piece?"
"You know it." Izaak replied and shook the other black man's hand.
As they entered the party Charlotte very quickly realised it was filled with black men and women, she started to feel insecure and a little frightened about being the only white person there.
Izaak was high fiving and saying hi to all of the men as they walked through, he constantly would have his arm around Charlotte's shoulder or waist, pulling her close to him.
She started to feel like she was his date or girlfriend at this party.
To her surprise, Izaak was just drinking soft drinks.
"Here." Izaak said and sat on one of the sofa's and patted his lap.
Oh god, this is crazy! Charlotte thought, acting like this with so many people around.
She sat down on his lap, with her skirt so short she could feel her bare arse on his thigh. Then Izaak wrapped one arm around her and placed his hand on her thigh as he held his drink with the other hand.
"Izaak!" Charlotte heard another man say.
When she looked up, she saw it was the black man that she saw after she last saw George in prison. The black man that he and Izaak spit roasted her with.
"Hey mate, how're you doing?" Izaak asked him.
"Even better now I see you brought your white slut with you, how you doing?" The man said and looked at Charlotte.
Joshua, that's his name! Charlotte thought to herself.
"Erm, good, thank you." Charlotte nervously replied, feeling embarrassed that last time she saw him she was acting like a complete slut getting fucked by both of them.
"I bet, it's interesting seeing you with clothes on after last time." Joshua said with a laugh.
Oh my god this is so humiliating! Charlotte thought, remembering everything she did with this stranger.
"Hands off, she's mine." Izaak said in a jokey but also serious way.
I'm his? Charlotte thought, Is he getting protective?
"Fine, but I want another go soon!" Joshua said.
"Don't worry, you will." Izaak said and squeezed Charlotte's thigh, making her pussy twitch.
Joshua then left and Charlotte was alone with Izaak again.
She turned her head to look at him, only inches away from her face. She felt like she was 18 again on a date with a new boyfriend.
"Thank you." She whispered to him.
"Don't worry, they know you belong to me." He said back to her.
Charlotte smiled at this, feeling safe in his big, strong arms. With no underwear on Charlotte started to realise how wet she was getting and that her bare pussy was rubbing on his leg.
As she sat there in his arms and whilst Izaak was chatting to his friend, Charlotte found herself getting more and more turned on.
Without even realising it, she was ever so slightly moving and inch or two forward and back, rubbing her throbbing clit against his thigh.
What am I doing? Charlotte thought to herself, I'm in a room full of people! Yet she couldn't bring herself to stop.
"Enjoying yourself there?" Izaak whispered to her, obviously picking up on Charlotte pleasuring herself.
"S-sorry." Charlotte stuttered back, embarrassed of getting caught.
"Don't stop." He told her.
"What?" Charlotte whispered to him.
Then, she felt him lean close to the side of her head, she could feel his warm breath on her ear.
"Keep rubbing your slutty pussy on my leg in this room full of people you dirty little slut." He whispered.
"Ooooh god." Charlotte accidentally moaned.
She placed her hands onto his thigh and carried on slowly rubbing herself back and forth on his leg. She already knew she was soaking his thigh because she was so fucking wet.
Oh god, what am I doing... it feels so good. Charlotte moaned in her head as she pleasured herself in this room full of black people, most of which she assumed were part of this gang.
"Oooh." Charlotte accidentally moaned again as she pressed her clit harder against his thigh.
She then looked up and saw two black men standing on the other side of the living room looking at her, clearly talking about her and smiling.
Seeing them brought her back to reality and she stopped out of embarrassment and felt her cheeks burn red.
"Don't stop." Izaak then whispered to her.
"But... people can see?" Charlotte whispered back, still embarrassed.
"Good," Izaak then said and squeezed her thigh again, "Look at them as you rub your clit on me."
Charlotte couldn't even explain it to herself, she felt like she had to obey everything Izaak said to her.
She took another hold of his thigh then looked up at the two black men who were still staring at her. Then, she continued to slowly rub her pussy against Izaak's leg.
She could feel her soaking wet pussy lips rubbing up and down his thigh, her throbbing clit pressing hard against him and it was making her hairs stand on edge with excitement.
The two men started to talk and laugh as they watched and although Charlotte felt embarrassed, something about knowing they are watching her just turned her on more.
Oh my god... why do I like this so much?! She thought.
For at least fifteen minutes Charlotte rubbed her pussy against Izaak, it was enough to send pleasure throughout her body but she knew she wouldn't be able to cum like this.
Every now and again she would rub back and feel Izaak's hard cock poking through his jeans.
Suddenly she felt his big, strong hand reach around and grab hold of her tits through her crop top. Without a bra then he was able to have a proper feel as he grabbed and squeezed them.
"Oooh god." Charlotte accidentally moaned as her tits got mauled like this in a room full of black men and women.
She saw more and more people glancing over to her in this position, she felt like a slut, but she loved it.
Then Izaak's hand reached under her crop top and grabbed her bare tit with his hand and twisted her nipple and Charlotte let out another moan, loud enough to grab a few people's attention.
His big, black hands kept rubbing and grabbing her nipples as she rocked herself a little faster and faster on his thigh.
Charlotte could tell that she was absolutely soaked and desperate for a good, hard fucking.
"Fucking hell Izaak," One black man said and walked up to them, "Where did you find such a slut?"
Charlotte's face burnt red with humiliation as this man stood next to her, but she couldn't bring herself to stop rocking on Izaak's thigh, finding enjoyment of him seeing her.
"Yeah, mad to think two months ago she was a good housewife, I've really opened her up." Izaak told him with his hands still grabbing her tits under her crop top.
"She's married as well?" The other black man laughed out, "These bored white girls are crazy."
Oh god, George, Charlotte panicked, How can I do this to him?!
But then Izaak grabbed her crop top and yanked it down, unleashing her bare tits for the entire room to see. Before she could react, Izaak grabbed her bare tits again and started to play with her nipples in front of this other black man.
"Ooooh god!" Charlotte accidentally moaned louder than she intended from her nipples being played with so publicly.
Although she was completely humiliated to be treated and acting like this with a house full of people, many of which were watching her, she kept rubbing herself on Izaak. She was grateful to have fishnet stockings on so her bare clit was on his leg.
"What a slut," The black man stood next to them said, "Can I have a go?"
Charlotte looked at him, she was so fucking horny that she knew she would take any black cock offered to her.
"What do you say slut?" Izaak asked, never stopping playing with her tits, "Do you want to suck his big, black cock?"
She desperately wanted to just say yes, but Charlotte wanted to prove to Izaak that she was obedient.
"If you want me to sir, I will do anything you tell me." She moaned out, each word making her hornier and hornier.
"You do have her well trained." The black man said, then his hand reached over and grabbed Charlotte's left tit and squeezed her nipples.
"Ooooh fuck!" Charlotte moaned from having two men's hands on her.
"Good girl," Izaak said and Charlotte waited to have another black man's cock in her mouth, "But not tonight, tonight she's all mine."
"Boring." The other black man said, then let go of Charlotte's tit and walked away.
"I'm proud of you slut." Izaak whispered to Charlotte.
"Thank you, sir." Charlotte moaned.
She couldn't believe how fucking horny she was from being treated like this in front of so many people.
"Turn around and straddle me." Izaak ordered.
Without replying, Charlotte quickly jumped up and turned around. She put one leg on either side of Izaak and straddled him. She could feel his hard cock through his jeans pressing against her bare pussy.
Charlotte knew that with this skirt being so short that nearly her whole arse would be on show, but the fact that everyone had already seen her tits she didn't care.
Izaak's hands reach around and grabbed Charlotte's arse cheeks, squeezing them and making her rock back and forth against his hard, covered cock.
With her hands on Izaak's shoulders, Charlotte was grinding back on forth on his hard cock, she just wished that it was in side of her instead.
"Oh god... oh god..." She moaned quietly as her clit pressed against him.
The fact that a room full of people could see her just turned her on even more.
When she looked at Izaak, he was just staring at her, her mouth was hung open from the light moaning, his touch on her arse was sending her over the edge.
Fuck it, I want this, Charlotte thought.
Without giving it a second thought Charlotte leant down and pressed her lips against Izaak's big, plump lips.
As soon as they made contact, he squeezed her arse cheek harder and made her rock a little faster, her lifted up a little so his hard cock was pressed even more against her clit.
"Oh god." Charlotte moaned.
When her mouth opened to moan Izaak took this opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. Charlotte was completely lost in the moment and ran her tongue against his, making out with this big, black man in front of all these people.
Charlotte kept pressing her tongue against Izaak's as they passionately made out.
His hand grabbing her arse reached further down and she felt him push a finger inside of her absolutely fucking drenched pussy.
"Oooh fuck." Charlotte moaned.
She didn't care that she was making out with him, or the fact that she was pretty much naked and getting fingered in a room full of people. In fact, that made it more exciting for her.
"Please, I need you to fuck me." She moaned as he kept fingering her from behind.
"Do you belong to me?" Izaak asked her.
"Yes!" She said willingly, "I'm yours, please I need it."
"Good slut." Izaak said then ushered Charlotte to get off him.
He stood up and interlocked his fingers with Charlotte's. She could tell her skirt was still riding up and leaving very little to the imagination.
As she looked around, she could see men and women looking at her, she was embarrassed but too horny to care.
"This way." Izaak said and started to lead her through the party.
As they walked through the crowd Charlotte felt a few people slap and grab her arse, which just enhanced her excitement.
"Have fun!" She heard one man shout out.
She couldn't believe that everyone had seen her acting like that, or the fact that they all knew she was about to get fucked, but she didn't care. She wanted his big, black cock in her and that's all that mattered.
She was led upstairs and into a few different bedrooms, most of them already had people fucking in. One room had three men and one black woman in which Charlotte gasped at.
Eventually they found an empty bedroom and Izaak pulled her inside.
He shut the door and before Charlotte knew what was happening Izaak pressed her up against the wall and his mouth was back against hers.
"Mmmm." Charlotte moaned when she felt his tongue press against hers.
Her hands ran along his back, feeling his muscles as she passionately made out with him. Izaak was grabbing her tits, reaching down then grabbing her arse and pulling her close.
She started to unbutton his shirt until she pulled it off from him.
"Oh god, fuck... I need you so much." She moaned as she explored his black body with her hands.
She felt him press onto her shoulders and Charlotte instinctively lowered herself onto her knees in front of him.
Not wanting to waste any time she undoes his jeans and pulls them down, unleashing his big, black cock in front of her.
As she goes to take him in her mouth, he held her back.
"Do you love nigger cock?" He asked her.
"Yes!" Charlotte happily agreed.
"Do you want my cock or your husbands?" Izaak asked.
"Yours!" Charlotte said immediately, shocking herself with how quickly she happily answered.
"And you are a whore for any and all black cock?" He asked.
"Yes! Any black, nigger cock that wants to fuck me can!" Charlotte shouted out, "Now please let me suck your big, black cock!"
"Good whore!" Izaak said and released her head.
Charlotte lunged forward and wrapped her desperate lips around his thick cock, sucking on it hard and running her wet tongue along his head that was already leaking precum.
"Mmmm!" Charlotte moaned loudly, not believing how fucking horny she actually was.
She revelled in having his delicious cock back in her mouth and she instantly bobbed up and down on it like the black cock slut she had become.
"There you go you fucking slut, bet you've missed having this black cock in your mouth." Izaak moaned.
"So. Fucking. Much!" Charlotte said between sucks.
She ran her wet tongue around his shaft as her lips moved up and down, taking as much as she possible could down her throat.
It took a few minutes before Charlotte started to feel her spit drooling down her chin as she devoured this perfect, black cock.
"Fuck..." Charlotte gasped after deep throating him and then looked up, "Please will you fuck me now?!"
"Get on the bed slut." Izaak ordered.
Charlotte gladly obeyed, she ran onto the bed and lay down flat. Her skirt rode up so it was just covering her waist and she spread her legs to show her soaking wet pussy through her fishnet stockings.
Izaak slowly went between her legs, he gripped the stockings between her legs and ripped them open.
"Fuck!" Charlotte gasped in a little pain from the stockings getting ripped, but she was too focused on having his cock inside of her.
Izaak then leant down and took her right nipple into her mouth, he gently bit down on it as his left hand ran up and down the inside of Charlotte's thigh.
"Oh god... I need you so badly... I'm so fucking horny." Charlotte moaned as Izaak playing with her body.
He moved himself so he was on top of Charlotte. She was tracing her feet up and down him as she spread herself wider.
She could hear sounds coming from the party but she didn't care, she just wanting his dick.
Without thinking about it, Charlotte grabbed Izaak's head and pulled him in to make out with him again. Her hands were rubbing over his abs, his peck and then onto his back. Whilst her legs were wrapping around his waist.
Their tongues were fighting along each other and Charlotte felt the head of this thick cock tap against her desperate pussy.
"Fuck me," Charlotte gasped out, "Fuck my married white cunt with your big, black cock!"
"You dirty, cheating slut!" Izaak moaned.
Then Charlotte finally felt the head of his cock slide inside of her.
"YYEEESS! I'm a cheating whore!" She moaned as his cock went deeper and deeper inside of her pussy.
Her breathing was erratic as inch after inch of hard black cock impaled her cunt. She felt her lips wrapping tightly around his shaft, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.
"FUUUUUUCCCKK!!" She screamed and arched her neck when she felt him finally go balls deep inside of her unprotected pussy.
"You have one tight cunt." Izaak moaned.
"Fucking destroy it!" Charlotte shouted and shoved her tongue back into his mouth.
This was the most passionate fucking Charlotte had ever experience and she fucking loved it!
When Izaak started to pull out and push back into her, she had to gasp for air, she felt totally and utterly filled with black cock every time he went balls deep inside of her.
"Oh god... fuck... yes... harder!" She moaned over and over.
Charlotte used her legs to pull Izaak deeper and deeper inside of her with every thrust.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! YES!" Charlotte moaned louder than ever before in her life.
She dug her nails into his back from the pure pleasure, not worrying if she hurt him. Izaak was moaning as he fucked her.
Then she felt him pull back, for a second she marvelled at his amazing ebony body. Until he lifted her legs up and rested them onto his shoulder.
"OOOOH FUUUUCCKK!" Charlotte moaned when he pretty much folded her in half and pushed his entire cock inside of her.
With her legs like this it felt like his black cock was in her stomach!
"You like that you cheating white whore?" Izaak roared as he fucked her deep and hard.
"YES! FUCK ME! DESTROY MY MARRIED CUNT!" Charlotte babbled out as she got the fucking of a lifetime.
"Open your mouth whore!" Izaak moaned.
In an instance Charlotte did as she was told and stuck her mouth open. Suddenly Izaak spat directly inside of her and like the whore she had become Charlotte swallowed it down.
"MMMM!" She moaned.
Then Izaak shoved his tongue back into her mouth.
They were passionately and sloppily making out as his cock was hitting parts of her cunt that had never been touched.
"OH FUCK! IZAAK!" Charlotte moaned as she felt her long waited orgasm building.
"Are you going to cum you nigger loving whore?!" Izaak roared.
"YES! FUCK YES!" She screamed from pure pleasure.
Then Izaak stopped with his cock balls deep in her.
"Noooo! Don't stop!" She begged like the pathetic whore she was.
"You're going to beg me to breed you with a black baby if you want me to keep fucking you!" Izaak told her.
"Fucking do it!" Charlotte moaned, not giving a shit about the repercussions and only focusing on cumming.
"I'm going to fuck you and fill you so full of cum that you'll go home with a black baby inside of you!" Izaak told her as he kept fucking her again.
"Fuck! Yes! Fuck a black baby in me!!!" Charlotte moaned louder and louder.
"Oh fuck.... Oh fuck... oh fuck..." Charlotte moaned and then it hit her "FUUUUUCKKK MY FUCKINNG CUNT!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
As she came, she felt Izaak's cock expand and she felt the first shot of his cum inside of her unprotected womb.
"Fucking knock me up with your big, black cock!!!" She moaned.
"FUUCKK!" Izaak roared as he came buckets inside of her white pussy, coating the inside with cum.
Charlotte's entire body was shaking and trembling as her orgasm lasted longer than ever before. Her legs flopped down and continued to twitch as her pussy clenched around Izaak's fat cock that kept pumping her with cum.
"Oh fuck... fucking hell." Charlotte moaned.
"You can say that again." Izaak said with a chuckle.
When his cock slipped out of her well and truly battered pussy, she felt his cum leak out of her.
"Oh god..." Charlotte moaned.
I just begged him to knock me up... did I mean it? Or was it just the heat of the moment? She thought as she panted for air.
After a few minutes of panting for air and her chest heaving up and down Izaak eventually grabbed her attention again.
"Come on slut, let's go back downstairs." He told her.
"Like this?" Charlotte asked, still spread out on the bed, "With cum leaking out of me?"
"Are you embarrassed that you just got fucked?" Izaak asked her.
"N-no... I guess not." Charlotte replied, believing what she said.
"Then don't be a pussy, lets go." He told her.
Charlotte sat up and stood up, her legs felt like jelly and she felt weak from her amazing orgasm. Suddenly Izaak grabbed her and pulled her in for another lengthy kiss.
As her tongue pressed against his Charlotte rubbed his body with her hands.
"You belong to me, don't you?" Izaak asked her.
"Y-yes, sir." Charlotte admitted to both Izaak and herself.
When the went back downstairs Charlotte was walking with a little bit of a limp, Izaak had allowed her to pull her crop top back up, but from the messy make up on her face and the way she walked it was obvious she just got fucked.
She spent the rest of the night on Izaak's arm, never straying from him.
Other black men would grab her arse, grab her tits and talk to Izaak about how badly they wanted to fuck her, all of which just turned Charlotte on.
Am I really a black cock whore now? She thought to herself as one black man grabbed her arse cheeks as another rubbed the rest of her body and her pussy burnt for more attention, I guess I am.
George
George lay in his cell, looking at the phone screen that one of Tyrone's goons gave to him. He had been afraid of getting caught with it since he got it.
However right now he couldn't take his eyes off of it, his hand was in his trousers and stroking his small, hard cock as he got closer and closer to orgasm.
Just as he was about to cum a message came through on the phone.
What now? He thought as he clicked off the video of Charlotte getting spit roasted by two black men.
The text said.
"Thought you would like to see what a whore your wife has become."
Then he clicked on the video.
His heart started to beat faster than ever as he watched a Charlotte very passionately making out with this Izaak that was forced to live with her.
That's more passionate than we have ever kissed, He thought.
He watched Charlotte get onto her knees and suck Izaak's big, black cock then he watched her get onto the bed and begging him to fuck her, telling him how she wants his cock and not Georges.
He couldn't stop himself, seeing his wife with this big black man had George's cock rock hard and he instantly went back to wanking himself as he watched.
As he watched Izaak folding his wife in half and fucking her harder than he ever had he suddenly heard Izaak speak "You're going to beg me to breed you with a black baby if you want me to keep fucking you!" Izaak told roared out.
"No." George whispered to himself
"Fucking do it!" Charlotte suddenly moaned passionately.
George kept a hold of his pulsating cock as Izaak battered his wife's unprotected pussy.
"Fuck! Yes! Fuck a black baby in me!!!" Charlotte moaned.
George couldn't stop, he couldn't believe that he was actually turned on watching this but his cock was leaking precum.
Then he heard her scream.
"Fucking knock me up with your big, black cock!!!" She moaned.
FUUUUCCKK!! George moaned in his head as he came all over his stomach, hearing his wife begging to be made pregnant by this black man did something to tip him over the edge.
"I knew you were a fucking bitch." Suddenly Tyrone's voice said with a laugh as he and two other big, black men walked into his cell.
"Please leave me alone!" George said, humiliated at getting caught watching that.
"Oh no, it's time to properly learn your place," Tyrone said as he walked over to George.
George watched in horror as Tyrone pulled down his trousers and his giant, black cock was unleashed.
"Your wife is now just a black cock taking whore, it's your turn." Tyrone said as he moved his cock to George's face.
Charlotte
Charlotte had only woken up a few minutes ago, her pussy was still sore from the fucking at the party the night before.
However as soon as Izaak told her to get on top and ride him, she did so without any hesitation.
On the bed she shared with her husband, Charlotte was bouncing up and down his big, black cock like a porn star and moaning loud.
"Fuck... fuck... I love your cock!" Charlotte moaned as she rode his cock, stretching her pussy perfectly.
"I'm going to breed you again you white slut." Izaak told her.
"Yes sir! Cum in me! Breed me with a black baby!" Charlotte moaned.
When she felt him cumming inside of her unprotected pussy it forced her own orgasm out of her.
A few minutes later when they had both caught their breath back Izaak stood up.
"Get showered and dressed, we're going out." He told her.
Charlotte did as she was told and less than an hour later, she was downstairs in very short denim shorts and another crop top.
She got into Izaak's car and they drove to somewhere she recognised. It was the same tattoo shop she went last time with him.
As they walked in, he went up and shook the hand of the black tattoo artist.
"Okay where do you want it?" The black tattoo artist asked.
"On her left shoulder blade." Izaak told her.
Charlotte nervously sat down on the chair, knowing she was about to be marked again, yet this time she wasn't as frightened.
Before it started, she looked up at Izaak who was smiling at her.
"You belong to me, don't you?" He asked her.
Charlotte just smiled, happy with her decision.
"Yes, sir." She replied.
"Good, this is Stretch," Izaak said and pointed to the tattoo artist, "He's the best and you're getting a tattoo to show that you belong to me."
"Yes, sir." Charlotte replied.
Less than an hour later the tattoo was done. Charlotte turned around and looked in the mirror to see a black spade tattoo on her left shoulder blade, inside the spade was Izaak's initials.
"This means that you are a whore for black cock only," Izaak told her, "The initials are to show that you are owned and belong to me."
"Oh, okay." Charlotte replied, not believing she had this permanently marked on her body, but also not hating it.
"Good girl," Izaak said and kissed her, "Let's go home."
Charlotte looked at the tattoo one last time.
So, I am officially a slut for black cock... weirdly, I like it, she thought.