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Our relationship had started as a young hot girl flirting with an older married man. The problem was that both of us were unhappy in our relationships. We told each other often how much we disliked our partners and how we wanted out. Neither of us realized at the time that we were feeling each other out.
Quickly, our relationship became sexual. We were both cheating and it was fun and exciting. But, soon we were much more involved and we both left our partners and moved in with each other. We were happy and life was one sexual adventure after another.
As it turns out, I was, unknowingly, a sex addict and she was a damaged little girl who felt she had no value other than sex. She got me into a swinger's lifestyle. I didn't know it existed before that, but once exposed it was like crack to an addict. I couldn't get enough. I wanted to push boundaries all the time. And I discovered that I could manipulate her to do whatever I wanted.
I didn't realize I was doing it at first, but once I did I pushed even harder. I am not proud of it, but I am turned on by it. I am back with my wife, and Heather is a distant memory, but I can't get the things we did out of my head.
Heather was from a racist family and she had never been with a black guy before. Once I found that out, that became one of my obsessions. Finally, we met a guy named Tyrone and she fucked him. She fucked him for the first time in the backseat of our car as we were going to our friends house for game night.
She was louder than normal and as she rode him, she dug her nails into the sides of my neck. She sucked his cock and swallowed his cum.
I loved it.
She liked Tyrone, and fucked him many more times. She fucked several other black guys as well. It wasn't, however, until I set up a threesome with two black guys we had never met that I found out that she still didn't like black guys, except for Tyrone. She was fucking them because I wanted her to, but she thought black guys smelled funny and she didn't like the "thug" look that some of them had.
That just made me want to make her fuck more. So, it became a steady diet of black guys.
And this time, it was a surprise. She knew we were going to some guys' house after work, but she didn't know who.
She took clothes to work to change into. She picked out a short black skirt, no panties, and a white button up shirt with a black push up bra.
It was an outfit she had worn several times before, and the bra forced her perfect tits up and together giving the best view of her cleavage and the skirt was so short, that her ass was almost exposed as she walked.
She changed before we left work and all of our friends knew what we were going out for. They all commented on how hot she looked and that they wished they had the courage to do what we did. I told a couple of the guys, in her presence, that all they had to do was say the word and they could fuck her.
She smiled at that, It was something we had discussed several times. We both thought her being known as the work slut was hot, and she did end up fucking about half the guys at work on a varying degree of regularity.
But this night, we had plans. She had no idea those plans involved her getting fucked by two black guys who had been told she likes it rough and she likes to be verbally humiliated.
We sat outside the house in the car and I asked her if she was sure she wanted to go in. She said yes. She always said yes. She said yes even when she wanted to say no. I could tell when she was hesitant and earlier in our relationship I would call it off.
But not now. Now I would press her on further, never letting on that I noticed her discomfort. I had watched her being fucked by several guys and called a whore mercilessly and I just stuck my cock in her mouth to suck. And she did.
When Rob opened the door, she was immediately taken aback, but tried not to let on. I noticed, but I don't think Rob did. He invited us in and introduced us to his friend, Doug.
Both men were black, in their early thirties, both had shaved heads and baggy shorts. Just the kind of guy that scared her.
I lead her to the couch and placed her between them on the sofa, symbolically offering her up to them. She sat with her arms crossed over her chest and looked at me with pleading eyes, which I ignored, of course.
We began to talk, initially about football, but I began to feel shortly that if things didn't start soon, they might not ever get started.
I looked Heather in the eyes, and nodded, almost imperceptibly, toward Rob. She continued to stare at me, begging me to stop, but I acted as if I didn't notice.
"Rob, Heather is being shy. Why don't you take her top off?" I said.
"You sure?" he asked.
"She has perfect tits. They should never be covered." I replied.
"Is that OK?" he asked her hesitantly.
Still looking at me, as I nodded again, she took her top off herself and those glorious tits sprang into view. They bounced a couple of times, and Rob immediately squeezed one. He held it up to his mouth and kissed her pale nipple.
"Hold the other one up for Doug." She did as she was told, albeit unenthusiastically.
Doug immediately started to suck on the other one and she just stared at me.
"Go ahead, slut." I mouthed the words to her.
She continued to watch me.
"Touch their cocks" I whispered.
She reached down with her hands and touched their cocks through their pants, running her fingers along the length of their shafts. She looked me in the eyes, begging me not make her go on. I knew she wanted to stop.
I looked her directly in the eyes. "Pull out their cocks" I instructed.
Slowly, she did. She pulled them out and they were both big. Not huge, but bigger than me. She looked at me as she began to stroke them ever so slowly.
"Get on your knees and suck them, slut." I commanded.
I believed I saw a tear forming as she lowered herself. She took Robs cock to the edge of her lips and as she opened her mouth to accept it I told her to tell him that she had been waiting for his cock all day.
"I have waited to suck both of your cocks all day" she dead panned.
"Well, get to it bitch" Doug said as he forcefully turned her face toward his cock and placed it in her open mouth. She immediately began to suck it. Slowly and deeply at first, but gradually picking up the pace.
Heather was a phenomenal cock sucker, and once she started she didn't disappoint. Ever. She prided herself on her blowjobs.
Doug had obviously taken my advice to be aggressive to heart, and rob picked it up too.
"Get over on my cock, whore" Rob said.
She obediently moved to his cock and started to stroke Doug's with her free hand. She was taking almost all of Rob's cock in her throat. Not all, but she repeatedly pushed herself to the point of gagging. Spit was running out of her mouth.
There were definitely tears there now. My cock was rock hard. I nodded to Doug and Rob to continue.
Doug moved around and flipped up her skirt to expose her ass. He smacked it. Hard.
"What the f...?" she started to yell, but before she could get that whole sentence out, I shouted over her.
"Smack that whore's ass again" I said.
He did, and she didn't say another word without being told to the rest of the night.
They took turns fucking her mouth and her pussy, slapping her ass and calling her a white trash whore, a worthless slut. All the things I had told them to call her. She never responded in any way other than to keep sucking cock and letting herself be fucked.
When Doug was fucking her pussy, he started to tense.
"I'm about to nut" he said. Where does she want it?" he asked me.
I put her in a position to have to speak.
"A good whore swallows, doesn't she Heather?" I asked.
"Cum in my mouth" she said with no energy at all.
"He doesn't believe you want it. Beg him for it. Tell him you are a whore and you want his cum in your mouth. And don't swallow it until I tell you to." I said.
She forced herself to up her game. She now had a leering smile on her face as she looked at him.
"I'm a fucking whore and I need your cum! Please. Right in my mouth." She said while looking right into his eyes.
Rob and Doug were both standing there, jerking their dicks in her face. She went back and forth between them, repeating, almost like a mantra, "Give me your cum. I need it. I'm a whore."
"Here it comes!" said Doug as she slapped his hand off his cock and attacked it with her mouth, sucking hard and bobbing on just the head and her hands were massaging the shaft.
He came quickly, and she took every bit of it in her mouth. She immediately looked to me for approval, but before I could speak, Rob was cumming too.
Without waiting, he shoved his cock in her mouth, and as he started to spurt, a lot of it escaped her mouth and dribbled down her cheek.
"Smack that slut and tell her to put that cum back in her mouth."
He smacked her hard enough to leave a handprint on her cheek.
"Whore, you get that jizz in your white ass mouth and take it like a good fucking whore." Rob said
She was sobbing and crying a stream of tears as she moved the cum into her mouth. She held it open for me to see, and when she had cleaned her face off, I told her to swallow it.
She did.
She knelt there, still sobbing, as I lifted her to the couch, pulled my pants down and climbed between her legs.
"You are such a whore. Your pussy is so wet." I said as I slid my cock into her dripping pussy. "You'd like to get fucked like this every day, wouldn't you?"
Still sobbing, rivers of tears flowing down her face, she nodded.
"You are such a beautiful whore. I love you covered in cum. I love watching you be filled. Sucking cock. You are going to fuck them next, aren't you?" I asked.
She nodded to them, her sobbing becoming more fervent. And I came. Hard.
I pulled my cock out of her pussy and told her to clean me off while they fucked her. As my cock approached her lips, she took it in and began to mechanically suck it. She let me push it to the back of her throat and fuck her mouth as I wanted. But, the sobbing had stopped. The tears had stopped. Her eyes were focused somewhere else.
She let us take turns fucking her, she sucked us in turn, alternating between us when more than one of us was at her mouth.
After I came the second time, I lay on the sofa, my lips to her ears. I took on a serious tone as I began to whisper to her. I was relentless. I was brutal. I said nothing kind or loving. Everything I said to her was meant to degrade her.
I played on things I knew that had happened to her in the past. Things I knew that had scarred her emotionally, yet things that she said made her a good slut. She wanted to be a slut, and I was going to help her.
"You are such a good whore. You never look happier than when a cock is in your mouth. You don't care if it's black or white. You probably prefer black because your family thinks it's dirty. But, you just want cock all the time, don't you? If I am not there, you will fuck anyone. Even your step brother. You fucked him for a year and then started fucking me and I was married. You fucked ten guys at once, didn't you. I know you have to be a better whore than your mom. You fuck for fun. She fucked for coke. Maybe we'll start charging and you can fuck for money and be more like mommy. Maybe then your daddy will notice you. Maybe you could fuck your daddy and your step brother. Then daddy would know you are a whore just like his wife."
"God, I want to take you to the porn theater and let you go in alone. I can sit in the back and watch you let all the filthy pervs fuck you. Watch them cum all over you. Get black whore tattooed on your back above your ass. That would be a real tramp stamp."
On and on and on I went. The tears never returned, but neither did she. She was fucked repeatedly. She probably swallowed 6 loads of cum. She had a lot on her face. She didn't even bother to wipe it off as we left. I was proud of her.
Quickly, our relationship became sexual. We were both cheating and it was fun and exciting. But, soon we were much more involved and we both left our partners and moved in with each other. We were happy and life was one sexual adventure after another.
As it turns out, I was, unknowingly, a sex addict and she was a damaged little girl who felt she had no value other than sex. She got me into a swinger's lifestyle. I didn't know it existed before that, but once exposed it was like crack to an addict. I couldn't get enough. I wanted to push boundaries all the time. And I discovered that I could manipulate her to do whatever I wanted.
I didn't realize I was doing it at first, but once I did I pushed even harder. I am not proud of it, but I am turned on by it. I am back with my wife, and Heather is a distant memory, but I can't get the things we did out of my head.
Heather was from a racist family and she had never been with a black guy before. Once I found that out, that became one of my obsessions. Finally, we met a guy named Tyrone and she fucked him. She fucked him for the first time in the backseat of our car as we were going to our friends house for game night.
She was louder than normal and as she rode him, she dug her nails into the sides of my neck. She sucked his cock and swallowed his cum.
I loved it.
She liked Tyrone, and fucked him many more times. She fucked several other black guys as well. It wasn't, however, until I set up a threesome with two black guys we had never met that I found out that she still didn't like black guys, except for Tyrone. She was fucking them because I wanted her to, but she thought black guys smelled funny and she didn't like the "thug" look that some of them had.
That just made me want to make her fuck more. So, it became a steady diet of black guys.
And this time, it was a surprise. She knew we were going to some guys' house after work, but she didn't know who.
She took clothes to work to change into. She picked out a short black skirt, no panties, and a white button up shirt with a black push up bra.
It was an outfit she had worn several times before, and the bra forced her perfect tits up and together giving the best view of her cleavage and the skirt was so short, that her ass was almost exposed as she walked.
She changed before we left work and all of our friends knew what we were going out for. They all commented on how hot she looked and that they wished they had the courage to do what we did. I told a couple of the guys, in her presence, that all they had to do was say the word and they could fuck her.
She smiled at that, It was something we had discussed several times. We both thought her being known as the work slut was hot, and she did end up fucking about half the guys at work on a varying degree of regularity.
But this night, we had plans. She had no idea those plans involved her getting fucked by two black guys who had been told she likes it rough and she likes to be verbally humiliated.
We sat outside the house in the car and I asked her if she was sure she wanted to go in. She said yes. She always said yes. She said yes even when she wanted to say no. I could tell when she was hesitant and earlier in our relationship I would call it off.
But not now. Now I would press her on further, never letting on that I noticed her discomfort. I had watched her being fucked by several guys and called a whore mercilessly and I just stuck my cock in her mouth to suck. And she did.
When Rob opened the door, she was immediately taken aback, but tried not to let on. I noticed, but I don't think Rob did. He invited us in and introduced us to his friend, Doug.
Both men were black, in their early thirties, both had shaved heads and baggy shorts. Just the kind of guy that scared her.
I lead her to the couch and placed her between them on the sofa, symbolically offering her up to them. She sat with her arms crossed over her chest and looked at me with pleading eyes, which I ignored, of course.
We began to talk, initially about football, but I began to feel shortly that if things didn't start soon, they might not ever get started.
I looked Heather in the eyes, and nodded, almost imperceptibly, toward Rob. She continued to stare at me, begging me to stop, but I acted as if I didn't notice.
"Rob, Heather is being shy. Why don't you take her top off?" I said.
"You sure?" he asked.
"She has perfect tits. They should never be covered." I replied.
"Is that OK?" he asked her hesitantly.
Still looking at me, as I nodded again, she took her top off herself and those glorious tits sprang into view. They bounced a couple of times, and Rob immediately squeezed one. He held it up to his mouth and kissed her pale nipple.
"Hold the other one up for Doug." She did as she was told, albeit unenthusiastically.
Doug immediately started to suck on the other one and she just stared at me.
"Go ahead, slut." I mouthed the words to her.
She continued to watch me.
"Touch their cocks" I whispered.
She reached down with her hands and touched their cocks through their pants, running her fingers along the length of their shafts. She looked me in the eyes, begging me not make her go on. I knew she wanted to stop.
I looked her directly in the eyes. "Pull out their cocks" I instructed.
Slowly, she did. She pulled them out and they were both big. Not huge, but bigger than me. She looked at me as she began to stroke them ever so slowly.
"Get on your knees and suck them, slut." I commanded.
I believed I saw a tear forming as she lowered herself. She took Robs cock to the edge of her lips and as she opened her mouth to accept it I told her to tell him that she had been waiting for his cock all day.
"I have waited to suck both of your cocks all day" she dead panned.
"Well, get to it bitch" Doug said as he forcefully turned her face toward his cock and placed it in her open mouth. She immediately began to suck it. Slowly and deeply at first, but gradually picking up the pace.
Heather was a phenomenal cock sucker, and once she started she didn't disappoint. Ever. She prided herself on her blowjobs.
Doug had obviously taken my advice to be aggressive to heart, and rob picked it up too.
"Get over on my cock, whore" Rob said.
She obediently moved to his cock and started to stroke Doug's with her free hand. She was taking almost all of Rob's cock in her throat. Not all, but she repeatedly pushed herself to the point of gagging. Spit was running out of her mouth.
There were definitely tears there now. My cock was rock hard. I nodded to Doug and Rob to continue.
Doug moved around and flipped up her skirt to expose her ass. He smacked it. Hard.
"What the f...?" she started to yell, but before she could get that whole sentence out, I shouted over her.
"Smack that whore's ass again" I said.
He did, and she didn't say another word without being told to the rest of the night.
They took turns fucking her mouth and her pussy, slapping her ass and calling her a white trash whore, a worthless slut. All the things I had told them to call her. She never responded in any way other than to keep sucking cock and letting herself be fucked.
When Doug was fucking her pussy, he started to tense.
"I'm about to nut" he said. Where does she want it?" he asked me.
I put her in a position to have to speak.
"A good whore swallows, doesn't she Heather?" I asked.
"Cum in my mouth" she said with no energy at all.
"He doesn't believe you want it. Beg him for it. Tell him you are a whore and you want his cum in your mouth. And don't swallow it until I tell you to." I said.
She forced herself to up her game. She now had a leering smile on her face as she looked at him.
"I'm a fucking whore and I need your cum! Please. Right in my mouth." She said while looking right into his eyes.
Rob and Doug were both standing there, jerking their dicks in her face. She went back and forth between them, repeating, almost like a mantra, "Give me your cum. I need it. I'm a whore."
"Here it comes!" said Doug as she slapped his hand off his cock and attacked it with her mouth, sucking hard and bobbing on just the head and her hands were massaging the shaft.
He came quickly, and she took every bit of it in her mouth. She immediately looked to me for approval, but before I could speak, Rob was cumming too.
Without waiting, he shoved his cock in her mouth, and as he started to spurt, a lot of it escaped her mouth and dribbled down her cheek.
"Smack that slut and tell her to put that cum back in her mouth."
He smacked her hard enough to leave a handprint on her cheek.
"Whore, you get that jizz in your white ass mouth and take it like a good fucking whore." Rob said
She was sobbing and crying a stream of tears as she moved the cum into her mouth. She held it open for me to see, and when she had cleaned her face off, I told her to swallow it.
She did.
She knelt there, still sobbing, as I lifted her to the couch, pulled my pants down and climbed between her legs.
"You are such a whore. Your pussy is so wet." I said as I slid my cock into her dripping pussy. "You'd like to get fucked like this every day, wouldn't you?"
Still sobbing, rivers of tears flowing down her face, she nodded.
"You are such a beautiful whore. I love you covered in cum. I love watching you be filled. Sucking cock. You are going to fuck them next, aren't you?" I asked.
She nodded to them, her sobbing becoming more fervent. And I came. Hard.
I pulled my cock out of her pussy and told her to clean me off while they fucked her. As my cock approached her lips, she took it in and began to mechanically suck it. She let me push it to the back of her throat and fuck her mouth as I wanted. But, the sobbing had stopped. The tears had stopped. Her eyes were focused somewhere else.
She let us take turns fucking her, she sucked us in turn, alternating between us when more than one of us was at her mouth.
After I came the second time, I lay on the sofa, my lips to her ears. I took on a serious tone as I began to whisper to her. I was relentless. I was brutal. I said nothing kind or loving. Everything I said to her was meant to degrade her.
I played on things I knew that had happened to her in the past. Things I knew that had scarred her emotionally, yet things that she said made her a good slut. She wanted to be a slut, and I was going to help her.
"You are such a good whore. You never look happier than when a cock is in your mouth. You don't care if it's black or white. You probably prefer black because your family thinks it's dirty. But, you just want cock all the time, don't you? If I am not there, you will fuck anyone. Even your step brother. You fucked him for a year and then started fucking me and I was married. You fucked ten guys at once, didn't you. I know you have to be a better whore than your mom. You fuck for fun. She fucked for coke. Maybe we'll start charging and you can fuck for money and be more like mommy. Maybe then your daddy will notice you. Maybe you could fuck your daddy and your step brother. Then daddy would know you are a whore just like his wife."
"God, I want to take you to the porn theater and let you go in alone. I can sit in the back and watch you let all the filthy pervs fuck you. Watch them cum all over you. Get black whore tattooed on your back above your ass. That would be a real tramp stamp."
On and on and on I went. The tears never returned, but neither did she. She was fucked repeatedly. She probably swallowed 6 loads of cum. She had a lot on her face. She didn't even bother to wipe it off as we left. I was proud of her.
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