Falling into slavery: Chapter 3

Sarina sent me back to my room with the taste of my own cum in my mouth and my discarded robe and under ware in hand. The night was amazing and exhausting at the same time. My wife was snoring when I entered our room. I let out a sigh of relief knowing she didn’t discover my night’s perverse activities.

I slept well that night. It had been a long time since I was so sexually drained.

I awoke to the smell of bacon cooking. My wife, Monica, had already woke and got up for the day. I laid there in bed and enjoyed my alone time. I thought back to last night. My cock came to life and pressed against the sheets.

I was wrong what I had done; not doing anything while a beautiful Black Woman raped my daughter then made me suck the juices of the dildo. But it felt so right. I couldn’t think of anything more erotic.

My hand found its way to my hardening member. I closed my eyes and recalled the events of the previous day. Slowly I built myself up to an orgasm. As the orgasm got closer my hand flew up and down quicker. I felt my balls churn and tighten in anticipation.

“Can’t leave you white faggots alone for five minutes without you tugging on your dicklet.” I opened my eyes to see Sarina standing in the doorway. She glared at me disapprovingly.

I was unsure what to do or say. My hand moved away from my softening cock. I felt like my mother had just caught me playing with myself. I stuttered a little bit saying anything. I was embarrassed.

She walked into the bedroom leaving the door open. “That’s Ok faggot, I haven’t taught you better yet.” She lifted the blankets and took a quick peek at my near flaccid cock. “Every time I see a white bois dicklet they seem to get smaller.” She dropped the blankets.

I feel back on my standard line when my wife was mad at me and I was unsure what to do, “I’m sorry.”

She stared at me as if waiting for something. Then finally spoke, “Goddess.”

I didn’t know what she meant, “What?”

Her hand lashed it and slapped me across the face. It was hard enough to let me know this want a game yet lacking the force to leave a mark. “I’m sorry, Goddess.” She said putting emphasis on ‘Goddess.’

I quickly repeated adding the appropriate title.

“That’s better, now get on your hands and knees and properly greet your Goddess by kissing my feet.” She commanded.

I liked to the door worried about Monica finding me in a compromising position.