My husband wanted to be a sissy cuckold.
I am a slutty whore in my 50s, and I am so in love with black men. It wasn't until 12 years ago that I realised this truth.
Consider this my confession, if you must. I’ve had the idea of writing one for months, but too many things kept consuming my attention. I’m referring to the number of black men I’ve been servicing lately. I’m not a prostitute, nor am I a call girl; I love to fuck black men, and they love fucking my asshole and pussy. It is my choice of wanting to give back what has been denied them for hundreds of years.
This is my Reparations that I am committed to achieving.
I know to many that this might sound silly and profound. There are hundreds of white women out there, young and old, who are of a similar mindset as me. They, too, have gotten fed up and bored with the bullshit of having a white man dictate what one should do with her body. I have received plenty of threatening emails from wimpy white bois accusing me of being a traitor to my race.
I wish it were possible for me to sell myself to a Black Master that would make adequate sexual usage of me. He doesn’t need to pay me money to own me; I will do that for him instead. He can whore me out to his friends and whomever so I can earn back whatever he has spent on my head and more. I won’t mind assisting him in recruiting other white women around to join his homestead. I know plenty of white men out there would love to become domesticated slaves to black men and women. Some have shared their wishes with me, anxiously demanding that I become their Mistress. The offer is tempting.
My husband was one of such men. Though I never knew the secret he harboured, neither did he reveal his true desire to me while we dated. It wasn’t until after we had gotten married that he narrated to me his life-long wish.
He wanted a wife who would seek a black lover to dominate him in bed.
I was of a different frame of mind then, too into my Caucasian way of life and reckoned he was insane. As our marriage continued, I learned the true nature of men like my husband.
White men who seek to become sissified into cuckoldry.
I never thought back then that most white husbands craved such a lifestyle. I was mesmerised when I accompanied my husband to a secret swingers’ party hosted by a buddy of his in a large mansion. It was where I beheld first-hand the cuckold lifestyle as it is known.
That night was my first time having sex with someone outside my marriage.
I did it with a young black man who strolled over to where we sat and asked me for a dance. My husband prodded me to go with him. The man didn't stop caressing my body the entire time our bodies pressed against each other. I barely recalled when we began to kiss. He led me to a room in the large house and I allowed him to make love to me. He fucked me in ways I had never been fucked before. I forgot that I was married the entire time his cock bore deep into my pussy till the moment he sprayed cum across my tits. I grabbed his cock and sucked every trace of cum off his dick, to my utter surprise.
My black cock addiction began earnestly so.
That was the night I fell in love with my second true love. Yes, black cock became my second true love, but it has since assumed the top billing spot in my heart.
The preceding weeks took me on a fantastic journey that has since changed me into the woman I have become. I have my husband to thank for it; I’d have remained a clueless and naive housewife were it not for him. He connected me with other black men over the ensuing weeks and helped carve out my persona as being a hungry, horny housewife that’s out to please.
Although I made sure to keep my outgoing life private from my professional one, but the thrill of coming in contact with numerous black men was inescapable for me.
My husband often drove me to hotel bars, and there I would sit and wait till some black man caught my fancy. There were a few times when it was I that did the approaching. That usually happens whenever I sight a black man alone by himself. I would approach him and try to strike up some conversation. I was usually 80% successful in my effort. The man would offer to buy me a drink, after which I would give him a sub-story about seeking a real man to take care of me for the night. Some men assumed that I was a working girl; regardless of me telling them otherwise never did help. If he happened to be staying in the hotel, we would end up in his suite, and I’d let him do whatever he wanted with me. I would suck his cock, eat his ass hole, and beg for his dick while he rammed my pussy raw. They always gave me money for a cab fare; I would eat at a fast-food restaurant before returning home.
One night I got accosted by three gentlemen who took me to night clubbing before we set off to their apartment. That night was wild, I tell you. It was my first time being gangbanged, and had I known it would be such fun, I would have attempted it long ago. They fucked every hole in my body all night. They fucked me till I was about exhausted, and yet they allowed me to wash off my sweat and cum-stained body before fucking me some more. I sucked their cocks till my jaw muscles ached while they fucked me in all manner of ways. I didn’t make it home until early morning, and had to call in sick not to make it to work.
My husband realised how addicted I was to wanting to satisfy black men. It was my fault that I seldom made room to care much for him anymore. I knew he wanted to be a part of my sexual experience, except I was too into myself not to allow him to partake in the fun.
I’ve been recruiting other women curious about wanting to serve black men. The young bitches are starving for black dick like they want every black dick in the world for themselves; older and mature bitches like me are struggling to catch up.
I’m saving up money to travel to the African continent this summer. I haven’t decided yet which country I’ll visit, but I’ve got two other mature bitches that I intend to take along. We’re horny for black dick, and we want to make it to where we will be treated like true whores. Who knows, maybe we’ll find ourselves an African chief who’d wish to enslave us.
Consider this my confession, if you must. I’ve had the idea of writing one for months, but too many things kept consuming my attention. I’m referring to the number of black men I’ve been servicing lately. I’m not a prostitute, nor am I a call girl; I love to fuck black men, and they love fucking my asshole and pussy. It is my choice of wanting to give back what has been denied them for hundreds of years.
This is my Reparations that I am committed to achieving.
I know to many that this might sound silly and profound. There are hundreds of white women out there, young and old, who are of a similar mindset as me. They, too, have gotten fed up and bored with the bullshit of having a white man dictate what one should do with her body. I have received plenty of threatening emails from wimpy white bois accusing me of being a traitor to my race.
I wish it were possible for me to sell myself to a Black Master that would make adequate sexual usage of me. He doesn’t need to pay me money to own me; I will do that for him instead. He can whore me out to his friends and whomever so I can earn back whatever he has spent on my head and more. I won’t mind assisting him in recruiting other white women around to join his homestead. I know plenty of white men out there would love to become domesticated slaves to black men and women. Some have shared their wishes with me, anxiously demanding that I become their Mistress. The offer is tempting.
My husband was one of such men. Though I never knew the secret he harboured, neither did he reveal his true desire to me while we dated. It wasn’t until after we had gotten married that he narrated to me his life-long wish.
He wanted a wife who would seek a black lover to dominate him in bed.
I was of a different frame of mind then, too into my Caucasian way of life and reckoned he was insane. As our marriage continued, I learned the true nature of men like my husband.
White men who seek to become sissified into cuckoldry.
I never thought back then that most white husbands craved such a lifestyle. I was mesmerised when I accompanied my husband to a secret swingers’ party hosted by a buddy of his in a large mansion. It was where I beheld first-hand the cuckold lifestyle as it is known.
That night was my first time having sex with someone outside my marriage.
I did it with a young black man who strolled over to where we sat and asked me for a dance. My husband prodded me to go with him. The man didn't stop caressing my body the entire time our bodies pressed against each other. I barely recalled when we began to kiss. He led me to a room in the large house and I allowed him to make love to me. He fucked me in ways I had never been fucked before. I forgot that I was married the entire time his cock bore deep into my pussy till the moment he sprayed cum across my tits. I grabbed his cock and sucked every trace of cum off his dick, to my utter surprise.
My black cock addiction began earnestly so.
That was the night I fell in love with my second true love. Yes, black cock became my second true love, but it has since assumed the top billing spot in my heart.
The preceding weeks took me on a fantastic journey that has since changed me into the woman I have become. I have my husband to thank for it; I’d have remained a clueless and naive housewife were it not for him. He connected me with other black men over the ensuing weeks and helped carve out my persona as being a hungry, horny housewife that’s out to please.
Although I made sure to keep my outgoing life private from my professional one, but the thrill of coming in contact with numerous black men was inescapable for me.
My husband often drove me to hotel bars, and there I would sit and wait till some black man caught my fancy. There were a few times when it was I that did the approaching. That usually happens whenever I sight a black man alone by himself. I would approach him and try to strike up some conversation. I was usually 80% successful in my effort. The man would offer to buy me a drink, after which I would give him a sub-story about seeking a real man to take care of me for the night. Some men assumed that I was a working girl; regardless of me telling them otherwise never did help. If he happened to be staying in the hotel, we would end up in his suite, and I’d let him do whatever he wanted with me. I would suck his cock, eat his ass hole, and beg for his dick while he rammed my pussy raw. They always gave me money for a cab fare; I would eat at a fast-food restaurant before returning home.
One night I got accosted by three gentlemen who took me to night clubbing before we set off to their apartment. That night was wild, I tell you. It was my first time being gangbanged, and had I known it would be such fun, I would have attempted it long ago. They fucked every hole in my body all night. They fucked me till I was about exhausted, and yet they allowed me to wash off my sweat and cum-stained body before fucking me some more. I sucked their cocks till my jaw muscles ached while they fucked me in all manner of ways. I didn’t make it home until early morning, and had to call in sick not to make it to work.
My husband realised how addicted I was to wanting to satisfy black men. It was my fault that I seldom made room to care much for him anymore. I knew he wanted to be a part of my sexual experience, except I was too into myself not to allow him to partake in the fun.
I’ve been recruiting other women curious about wanting to serve black men. The young bitches are starving for black dick like they want every black dick in the world for themselves; older and mature bitches like me are struggling to catch up.
I’m saving up money to travel to the African continent this summer. I haven’t decided yet which country I’ll visit, but I’ve got two other mature bitches that I intend to take along. We’re horny for black dick, and we want to make it to where we will be treated like true whores. Who knows, maybe we’ll find ourselves an African chief who’d wish to enslave us.
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