. . . I think hot dog may be my favorite position to get fucked! I’m resting
face down on my wimp of a husband who is face up licking my clit. He is laying
on a small dolly which allows the two Black men to stand still while they push
us back and forth between them.
I had met the two
men about fifteen minutes ago. The cock fucking my face is very fat and stretches my mouth painfully. The one in my ass is not
nearly as fat, but it is very long.
Even after all this time, it still humiliates my husband when he’s on his knees
begging Black men to fuck his lily-White wife.
Of course, it
wasn’t always like this. My name is Virginia Hill, and I was born profoundly
deaf to my unwed mother in Deadman, a small town in eastern Oregon. My mother
died minutes after I was born. I was adopted by the doctor who delivered me.
Emily, my step-mother, is the only doctor within a hundred and fifty-mile
radius, and George, my step-father, is the town attorney. While they are not
rich, I lived very comfortably growing up.
realized early on that they would not be able to spend as much time with me as
they should, so they hired a nanny for me. Elizabeth was an amazing woman; mother
found her through a program that helps battered women escape their situations.
needed a librarian, so Elizabeth volunteered and quickly became a town treasure.
While folks in the rural West tended to be conservative “Moral Majority” types,
Elizabeth and my parents, especially my step-mother, were quite liberal. They
believed in Women’s rights as well as Civil rights.
also believed that I should be well prepared to make my way in the world. So,
once in high school, Elizabeth exposed me to a wide range of literature from Our Bodies, Ourselves, to Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex: But
Were Afraid to Ask; from Penthouse,
to On Our Backs, from Anaïs Nin to Autonomous; from Chaucer, to de Sade; and
Sappho to Pat Califia, among many, many others.
I was quite the
tomboy growing up, and with my education, I became a strong-willed young woman.
I studied accounting at the Junior College, and on my eighteenth birthday,
almost the entire town showed up at the train station in LaGrande to bid me
farewell as I “rode off into the sunrise” on the Empire Builder.
My step-father had
arranged a position for me at a printing firm owned by Richard Hill Sr., an old
Army buddy of his. I was to learn the business and bring the firm into the twentieth
century by computerizing their accounting system.
I was met at Union
Station by Richard (Richard, please, not Dick) Jr. I could tell that Junior was
smitten with me. The firm was fairly large, and the Hills were quite wealthy.
They were wealthy enough to not only have a nice big house in Buffalo Grove,
they also have a staff. A chauffer/handyman, a cook, and a maid.
Richard and I
worked long hours setting the system up. He was cool and knew all the hot spots
to take me to, but there was one problem . . . he had been Born Again in college and felt that
premarital sex, especially with me, would doom us to burn in everlasting hell.
I was frustrated,
but I behaved myself and, except for some heavy petting, we were virgins when
we married on my twentieth birthday. We spent our honeymoon on the beaches of
Hawaii. I found that I could have fun with Richard’s tiny dick, but I
fantasized about bigger cocks filling my pussy.
honeymoon I discovered that Richard didn’t have much of a libido. I was lucky
if I could get him to fuck me once a week, and he showed no interest in pushing
our limits. He barely enjoyed blow jobs and didn’t understand why anyone would
A year after our
marriage, my in-laws were killed in an automobile accident. It hit Richard rather
hard and he spent even more time at the company, and less with me. By my twenty
second birthday, I was extremely frustrated, and I was thinking about a
twenty-second birthday Richard surprised me. Instead of going to work, we rode
the subway downtown where we did some shopping. The plan was to go to a show,
so we grabbed a quick lunch and headed to the subway to go home and change.
The subway car was
very crowded. I ended up standing next to a young, tall, well dressed Black man
who seemed preoccupied. I was holding onto a strap with one hand and had my
other hand by my side. Without warning, the subway car screeched to a halt and
I was thrown against the Black man. My hand accidently cupped the man’s cock
through his pants. I didn’t move my hand, and his cock started to grow, and
grow, and grow.
the man she’d fallen against, was a very unhappy man. James had graduated from
Howard in three years with an engineering degree. He then spent six years in
the Navy, advancing to Lieutenant Commander. His last post was as Engineering
Officer of the USS King, a Frigate.
separation, James had been frustrated in his search for employment. He thought
he’d found a job at a construction company in Chicago and had spent the last
week competing against three White men for the position. While in the bathroom
stall, he overheard a couple employees talk about how the candidate James
thought was the least qualified was the nephew of one of the Vice-Presidents.
Sure enough, after
lunch, the assessment team announced that the nephew got the job. The only
bright point was that one of the assessors told him that he should have been
hired and made a date with James to give him some leads.
The car started moving,
and I kept my hand on the Black man’s erection. I looked into his eyes and saw
an expression of curiosity. James looked into my eyes and recognized
mischievousness, or perhaps impishness. The car almost emptied at the next
stop. There were only about twenty-five people remaining on board. I sat down
in a seat along the side of the car and, with my eyes, I invited the man to sit
next to me.
rejected by the White men at the firm, James abandoned caution and sat next to me.
Richard sat in one of the seats across from us. I placed my hand on the Black
man’s thigh and rubbed it slowly.
furious. Then he started to sign.
are you doing?” Signed Richard.
feeling this hunk up. I think he’s huge,” I signed back.
Oh crap, James
thought, now I’ve stepped in it. She’s setting me up for her jealous boyfriend.
Suddenly I wanted
out of my marriage. I wanted to explore the world, I wanted to have hot sex, and
I wanted to humiliate my husband. “Ask
him if he has a big cock?” I signed.
you want to sleep outside in the cold tonight, say, ‘My wife wants to know if
you have a big cock?’” I didn’t think I could really make him
sleep outside, and I didn’t think he would ask, but it was worth a try.
I can’t believe
Virginia is acting this way, and with a Black man, thought Richard. Then he
thought, I wonder if he has a big cock?
stop himself. “My wife wants to know if you have a big cock,” he said to James.
After watching the
furious conversation between the couple, the last thing James expected was that
question. James knew he was playing with fire. Any other day and he would have
walked away as fast as he could, but looking at me again, he saw the friendly
face of someone he’d like to know. “Yes,” he said, “my cock is pretty big, I
him to show us his cock,” I signed.
want to see his cock. Ask him.”
‘My wife would like to see your cock.’”
turned into a madwoman. What is she thinking? Thought Richard. Looking into my eyes, he could tell that
I was serious. Suddenly, he felt things might fall apart if he didn’t follow my
instructions. “My wife would like to see your cock,” he said aloud to James.
This is crazy.
Even in Chicago, maybe especially in Chicago, I could end up lynched, thought
James. Before he could think about it too much, he said to Richard, “Show me
your wife’s tits, and I’ll show you my cock.”
lips, Virginia surreptitiously winked at him. Richard’s mouth gaped like a
fish. James turned toward me enough that Richard could not see his lips. “Do
you understand me?” he mouthed.
I nodded slightly.
“Order him to
kneel in front of you.”
I snapped my
fingers and pointed to the floor in front of me, “On your knees.” I signed.
Oh my God, I can’t
do this, thought Richard. He weakly
shook his head.
“Now.” I snapped my fingers again.
Richard dropped to
his knees and slowly scooted to Virginia.
A short Black man
holding a camera approached James. “Sir, may I take pictures?”
James looked at me,
and I shrugged. “Yes, okay, but you cannot use the photos without our explicit
replied the man.
“Have him unbutton
your blouse,” mouthed James.
my blouse,” I signed.
with the buttons as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse. *Flash* All too soon,
without being asked, he removed my blouse.
In an attempt to
spice up our love life, I had ordered some frilly brassieres. Nothing too
risqué, but they were revealing and fancy, and even if Richard didn’t, I found
my bra,” I
please, no. I’m begging you, no!”
I repeated. As Richard reached behind me, I leaned forward so that he could
easily unfasten, and then remove my bra. *Flash*
I could not
believe how wicked I was behaving. At 2 o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon, I was being
photographed sitting next to a beautiful, virile Black man with my breasts
exposed to a subway car full of strangers. My nipples were rock hard.
“Your breasts are
amazing. You are amazing. I think you
are the most beautiful woman in the world,” James said. “Are you wet?” he
my God, my panties are soaked!” I signed.
was editorializing, James said, “Listen, boy, you will always tell me exactly
what your wife says, understand?”
replied Richard. “My wife said, ‘Oh my God, my panties are soaked.’”
James smiled and
looked at me; I knew exactly what he was thinking. I spread my knees.
off my panties, boy,” I ordered.
out and pulled them down my legs. It was obvious that they were, in fact,
them on your head.”
no, please no.”
Them. On. Your. Head.”
Richard slowly put
them on his head. The smell of her pussy was overwhelming. *Flash*
it’s his turn,” I signed.
“Now it’s your
“No, boy. It’s your turn. Get over here and unbuckle my
Richard shook his
over to James and unbuckled the Black man’s pants. *Flash*
“Keep going, boy,”
replied Richard as he first unbuttoned, then unzipped James’ pants.
Neither James nor
I could believe how submissive Richard had become. Once James was unzipped,
going, boy. Pull it out,” I signed.
Richard used one
hand to open the fly and the other to pull out James’ cock. It was about three
quarters of the way hard, at least eight inches long and two inches in
“Well, boy?” Asked
“It’s . . . it’s
James could tell
by the look on my face that I too thought his cock was beautiful. I licked my
lips but realized that I would have to wait.
“Yes. It is
beautiful,” said James. A drop of precum was growing at the tip. Without being
asked, Richard leaned forward and used his tongue to lick the drop into his
“Do you like how I
taste?” asked James.
Richard replied as he opened his mouth.
“No, boy, I don’t
think so. I can tell that your wife craves my cock. She can have me any time
she desires, but if you want my cock, you’ll need to beg me.”
“Please, Sir, I
want your cock.”
“That’s pretty weak,
boy. What do you want to do with my cock?”
“Please Sir, I
want to suck you cock.”
“Really? You think
that a White pansy like yourself deserves the privilege of sucking a Black
man’s cock in front of a dozen people?”
“Oh yes, Sir.
Please let me suck your cock. Please, Sir.”
“I’ll tell you
what boy. If you promise to drink all of my cum, I’ll let you suck my cock.”
“Please Sir, I’ll
drink your cum if you let me suck your cock. Please, Sir, let me drink your
believe what a cock slut this White boy was. “Okay, start by licking my cock, boy.”
licking the thick, Black cock. James looked at me. I started to raise my skirt
so that I could frig myself. “Wait,” mouthed James. *Flash*
continued to clean James’ cock, James put his hands under my armpits. “On
three,” he mouthed. “One . . . two . . . three.”
With my help,
James picked me up, swung me over, and gently placed me on his belly just above
his cock. I took my husband’s head and moved it to the tip of James’ cock.
“Suck me, boy,”
As Richard inhaled
the long, Black cock into his mouth, James started to gently stroke my breasts.
Within moments, the first orgasm wracked my body. Using my hands to force more
and more of this beautiful Black man’s cock down my wimp husband’s throat felt
almost like I was using a dildo to fuck myself. *Flash*
touch on my breasts gave me stronger and stronger orgasms, about one every
three or four minutes. Richard gagged as I forced more and more of James’ cock
down his throat.
Richard was in me before he came was about three minutes. It had been more than
ten minutes and James was still going strong. I can’t wait to fuck this amazing
man, I thought.
I’d come more in
the last ten minutes that I’d come in the entire two years of my marriage. I
felt James tense as he gently took my nipples in his fingers. *Flash* My body
exploded in the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced.
Richard’s eyes bugged
out as James started to pump cum down his throat. Richard tried to keep up, but
he couldn’t handle the gusher, so white pearly cum started to leak from his
lips. It was the most deliciously disgusting thing I’d ever seen. *Flash*
James and I just
sat in orgasmic bliss for several minutes.
photographer, turned out to be a magician. Later, when we saw the photos, I was
amazed by his skill. I think my favorite was the one showing a beautiful White
woman sitting on a handsome Black man’s lap. James’ hands were gently cupping
my breasts, and my hands were forcing my wimp husband’s mouth to suck the thick,
long, Black cock. White cum was leaking from Richard’s mouth and dripping from
“Back to your
seat, boy,” ordered James.
Once Richard was back
in his seat, I signed, “Say, ‘My wife
wants your cock so bad.’”
“My wife wants your
cock so bad.”
“I know,” replied
James. “I want your wife, too, but I think we’ve pushed things too far as it
is. I’m afraid I’d get lynched if I fucked your wife on the subway.”
I remained on
James lap until we were one stop away from our station. As I reluctantly pushed
myself off, I signed, “Put away his cock,
replied Richard as he made James presentable. Once James’ cock and belt were
back where they belonged, Richard reached up to remove my panties. “No, boy,
leave them there. You better savor that smell,” ordered James. “It’s the
closest you’re going to get to your wife’s pussy again,” A shiver of amusement
shook my body.
Once the car came
to a stop, James and I stood. James said, “You can’t walk around in public with
your beautiful breasts out like that.” He turned me, held out his arms, and
said, “Jump!” I jumped into his arms. I wrapped my arms and legs around him.
“Lead the way, boy,”
he said as he followed Richard, easily carrying me. The photographer tagged