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I met my husband in a club. I was dancing and this big, black man pressedup close behind me, one huge arm holding me tight around the waist while theother hand was already busy inside my skimpy top, squeezing my tits hard andlifting me almost off the floor by them. It didn't occur to me to do anythingother than teeter around on the toes of my stilettos as he swung me this wayand that by the tits, moving me in time with the music. The club was full,loud and dark, and no one was paying attention, but even if it had been otherwise,I can't say I would have reacted differently.
His other hand moved under my even skimpier lycra mini and a finger thrustsharply into my cunt, making me squeal and jump in shock. My feet left thefloor completely, and I was suspended for a few seconds by the finger in mycunt and the fingers around my left tit. I heard him laugh, his chest shakingas I leant against him. Then my feet touched the ground again, but only tolet him shove more fingers in and when I jumped this time, he didn't botherputting me down but carried me through the dancing crowd just like that. Imust have looked like some obscene ship's figurehead, and I giggled. He bitmy neck sharply, kicked open one of the exits and finally put me down. I hadjust about time to note we were alone before he had shoved a finger up my ass,grabbed hold of the back of my neck and bent me over to his cock.
My mouth was already open from squealing at the finger, but it fell open evenwider at the sight of his dick. Huge was an understatement. I had only a secondto look at the monster before it was in my mouth, down my throat, and on itshappy way to choking me to death. I felt my jaw pop, my eyes were wateringuncontrollably, and snot was pouring out as my whole body spasmed, shook, chokedand choked on my future husband's monster of a cock. Or more accurately, MyLord Cock, as my husband likes me to call it. It amuses him.
I was about to pass out, when he finally removed My Lord Cock from my throatand let me breathe. I collapsed at his feet, breathing hard and gratefully.
?Now that's rude,? he said, and I heard his deep, commanding voice for thefirst time. ?That's my cock juice you just spat out. Lick it up.? I was stillcoughing and trying to breathe easily, so I didn't respond immediately. Hisfoot kicked my tit and I got the message and put my face to the floor, lookingfor wet spots on the dirty floor and licking them up. I licked up the lastspot and was raising my head when his foot came down on my head, pressing medown to rest one cheek against the floor as he rested his foot on the othercheek.
?While you're down there, clean my shoe.?
The only shoe I could reach was the one on my face, so I stuck out my tongueas far as I could and tried to clean what I could. But it wasn't easy as hewas pressing down hard on my face and not letting me move much at all. He didn'tsay anything though, so I kept trying to do what he had told me to do, andI must have looked a sight with my bare white ass wiggling in the air, titshanging out and squashed against the floor as a huge, black man stood aboveme with his foot on my face and my tongue waggling desperately about tryingto clean his shoe.
My husband told me that that was the moment that the thought of marrying mefirst entered his head, because a cunt so desperate to please a man she hadjust met was just the kind of cunt for him. Even better, I was white and lookedrespectable ? when he wasn't debasing me ? and quite well off as he found outan hour later as he entered my flat. It would please his parents to see someonelike me running around picking up after him, and he was right, it did. It pleasesthem even more these days as we're all living together, and I pick up afterthem too ? which is a nice way of saying I'm their slave. I don't mind. I'vebeen my husband's slave since the moment we met and if he wants me to tendto his family too, I will.
He took his foot off my face after a few minutes and stepped back. I didn'tmove, waiting for him to decide what I should do next and before too long,he pulled my head up by my hair. I was eye to eye with My Lord Cock again butthis time I was better prepared, opening my mouth wide and letting My LordCock deepthroat me without gagging. But I had never handled a cock of suchgirth before and my control didn't last, especially once he started to skullfuckme with a vengeance. His hands were tightly fisted in my hair, and moving myhead back and forth in time with his thrusting. Fast thrusting, fast and hard,my nose and lips hitting his pubic bush and bone repeatedly with jarring strengthwhich was sure to leave them, at best, bruised. And the hi-speed bobbing wasmaking me dizzy, although that might have been also due to the lack of air.
I hadn't noticed the pain that much before, too involved in trying to getsome air into my lungs, but he fucked my throat for so long and so hard thatit was impossible to ignore. My throat felt scraped raw, was probably bleeding,and the tears weren't just involuntary from all the choking and banging. Hefinally stopped and looked down at me, smiling and tenderly stroking my sweatyhair off my face. He didn't remove My Lord Cock though, even though he couldn'thave failed to see or feel that I was struggling to breathe, but even as hedid nothing, I did nothing. My hands were clenched tightly together behindmy back, keeping out of his way, even as my vision was failing due to My LordCock plugging up my throat and blocking my airways. I could die if he didn'tlet me breathe soon and still I did nothing that could be seen as denying himanything that he might want.
His dark eyes swept over my face slowly, taking in every detail. There wasstark tube lighting, so nothing could have been hidden. I could clearly imaginewhat I must look like; my bright red, sweating face, wet with tears and snotand cock juice, black mascara running wild around bulging red-veined eyes,nostrils flaring desperately as my nose lay buried in his curly black pubichair, my red lipstick all smudged around my lips, stretched thin and past itsbreaking point by the slimy, black muscle that impaled and obscenely distortedmy face. My eyesight was failing with the continuing lack of air, but I couldclearly see his pride at the ruin that was my face, ruin that his cock, MyLord Cock, had wrought.
Then he pulled out, abruptly and painfully, his fist in my hair keeping myface right where he wanted. The cum spat out, across my eyes, making me blinkrapidly and tear up even more, across my nose, up my nose and making me chokeeven more, and on my forehead and hair. He rubbed his cockhead on my cheek,slowly, thoughtfully. I blinked up at him and waited.
And when My Lord Cock was once again back in my mouth, and hot piss shot out,I wasn't really surprised and gulped it down as fast as I could. It wasn'tfast enough though, and piss dribbled out and ran down my chin and neck andsoaked my dress. He punishes me for that, for wasting anything that comes outof his body and with which he gifts me, but at that time all he did was pullout and finish off on my face and hair. Just a bit, not enough to wash awaythe cum, just enough to be clearly seen and smelt.
I looked up at him, still coughing a bit, my lungs not back to normal especiallywith some of the piss going down the wrong way. He was big and black and utterlyfrightening. Pitiless and cold, that was the look on his face, and the contemptcame through strong and clear. My pussy ached. I'd never been so turned onin my life.
?Your name, cunt.?
?Cunt,? I answered back dazedly. He laughed, deep and loud, and I realisedhe'd asked me for my name, not given me the name of Cunt.
?As you wish, my lady,? he chuckled, ?Cunt it is. What was your maiden name??
I was so happy, and smiled up at him. He laughed again, then slapped my facewith his cock. ?Concentrate. Answer me.?
?Samantha Burlington, sir.? I tried to lick his cock as it carried on slappingmy face, back and forth, back and forth.
?Too big a name for a pathetic thing like you,? he mused, now rubbing hiscock around my mouth and nose. He smelled so good, strong and pungent and nasty. ?Andyou are pathetic. A piece of shit. Utter white trash, if ever I saw it. Right,cunt??
?Right, sir.? I was, I am. I was anything he wanted me to be.
?You a whore, cunt??
?Yes, sir.? Anything.
He sighed, and it was just another thing that showed me I was meant for him.He always knows me, knows what's in my mind. ?I meant your job, if you haveone. What do you do, cunt??
Oh. ?Lawyer, sir.?
?You look too stupid for that. You are stupid, aren't you, cunt?? He bouncedhis cock up and down on my nose.
?Yes, sir.?
?Yes sir what?? He suddenly snarled, pulling on my hair and shaking me.
?Yes, sir, I'm stupid.?
He stopped shaking me, but his grip on my hair tightened. I flinched as somestrands tore off. ?And the stupid cunt is going to quit and be what worthlesscunts are born to be.?
?Yes, sir,? I breathed out, my heart pounding. His dark eyes glared down atme, pierced deep and grabbed hold. He was everything.
?What are worthless cunts born to be??
I opened my mouth, but I didn't know. What, what? I looked at him, waitingfor him to tell me.
?Nothing.? He whispered, and I believed him. Then both of his hands fistedin my hair and his cock was in my throat in one rough thrust. I went cross-eyedit was so sudden, and my nose hit his pubic hair and bone and tears were fallingagain.
?What a show, man!?
I tensed, but didn't pull away, never thought of pulling away. There was anotherman there, but my husband hadn't even stopped fucking my throat. He hadn'tbeen surprised. I rolled my eyes up to see what he was going to do, but hewasn't looking at me. He was grinning, looking at where the voice had comefrom.
?I expected you sooner,? he said, grunting as he thrust in hard and kept itthere, holding my face tight to his crotch.
?Like I said, what a show. Too busy watching to come down, and it's stillrecording as we speak. I got Charlie to take over.?
I was pulled off then, and my throat burned at the speed and friction. Hetugged my head back and twisted slightly, then grasped my chin and leaned down. ?Sayhello to Charlie.?
There was a glint in the dark corner of the ceiling, a camera. But of course.Cameras were everywhere in the clubs. ?Hello.?
He shook me again by the hair, slapped my face viciously and spat in my face. ?Stupidcunt! What was that?? He slapped me again, and I was so confused. ?Open yourcunt mouth wide, squeeze your tits, spread your legs and frig your cunt! That'show a cunt says hello!?
My face was pointed up to the camera again, and I opened my cunt mouth wide,squeezed my tits with my left hand, and spread my legs to finger my cunt. Asudden burn on my ass made me squeal and thrust my hips up. It came again,and again.
?Yeah, whip the bitch,? moaned the man I still hadn't seen. My husband waswhipping me with his belt. And I squealed every time another stripe was markedon my bare butt, and I squeezed my tits harder and pumped my hips as I masturbatedfor the camera, for Charlie, and all the time my husband had me by the hairand shouted at me to do better. I tried, fingering my cunt and licking my nipplesand biting and twisting and shoving my fingers deep inside my hole, and finallyI shrieked and came. I shuddered, orgasm working its way through every bitof me and all was dark and warm and so good. It was so good, fantastic, thebest sex I'd ever had. If my husband hadn't already taken me over so completely,that would have been the moment I would have promised forever.
He shook me, and I came to and realised I'd slumped forward, his grip on myhair the only thing keeping me from falling on my face. I was patheticallygrateful, grateful for the cum, grateful for being found. He pushed me forwardand I collapsed on the sticky, filthy floor, but I was too grateful to stayput. I turned around and crawled over to his feet and started licking, cleaningwith my eager tongue and buffing with my cheeks and hair. They were talking,laughing, I didn't really hear, but I knew he wasn't speaking to me and soI was going to carry on licking until he told me to stop.
I was so happy. He was what I had been looking for, ever since I had begunto feel like I was incomplete, like I was out of place, like I was just plainwrong. I hadn't known what or who or where, but now I did. Now I definitelydid. What had I been missing? Him. Where was my place? With him. And who amI? His. I am his, totally and completely. I am his to do with as he will, todo anything he wills, to be anything he wills.
I am nothing but what he makes of me. I am nothing.
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