My new life as a Black Cock Whore!

My new life as a Black Cock Whore!
I was a young married housewife that had an over active imagination, along with an incredible sex drive. I had mixed feelings about a number of perverse fantasy’s ever since I was a young girl! My interest in dark sexual encounters was so overpowering that public morals, perception and my own conscious, as to what was acceptable, along with the arrangement I was about to enter into allowed me to easily brush all of these concerns aside.
My husband had taken me to an all black bar and ordered several drinks for me that I thought were only fruit juice? He had been threatening to take me to one of several, big black men that had expressed interest in co owning me as there own personal Black Cock Whore! He had sent them explicit pictures of me naked bound and with a blindfold on . I had a sign around my neck that said “For Sale Cheap to Black Men Only”! This picture had been taken in a well known public place in broad daylight, and at the time I had no idea where it was? After seeing these pictures of me naked and helpless, they wanted to meet me in person to see if I really was, what I professed to be! These men wanted a young white innocent looking thing like me so they could use and abuse me sexually at their whim! I have all sorts of fantasy’s about black men and had been telling my husband about wanting to explore the possibilities of arrangement like this. I had read an oath on a kinky porn site, that “Sir Black Che” a Dominant Black master had written for and about a young white women like me. It was quite detailed about what was required for me to become a Black Cock Whore! The thought of doing such a thing was an incredible turn on for me. I almost had an orgasm just reading this document and thinking about what might happen, if I was in such an arrangement! This along with my fantasy’s and constant verbal comments from me had finally pushed my husband into doing something to make it happen!

He had insisted on me going with him to this bar that evening wearing only a short coat and heels. The thought of me, wearing nothing under my coat with my a lot of my bottom showing and being in the presence of these three big black men, all who seemed to want me, was quite a turn on!… Two of them were very hansom, but the third man was very mean and sinister looking! Just his looks would make any woman terrified or at least scared to be alone with him! This along with all the other black men in the bar that night was not only sinfully perverse, but , this man had left me hesitant, with some foreboding?… Although it was still quite deliciously exciting, the ominous look from him , left me very uneasy! But it also left me so hot wet and turned on that any of the black men in the bar that night could have easily had there way with me! There were no other women in this bar that night only me, and my husband was the only other white person! The drinks they had given me, I later found out were a combination of muscle relaxer and a stimulant to increase my sex drive. I can assure you that night my sex drive needed little stimulation! All I remember after that was my husband unbuttoning my coat in front of these three black men and showing them what a willing little adventurist I was, by not wearing anything underneath it!

When I finally woke up they had taken me to someones makeshift basement dungeon , naked bound and blindfolded. I had no idea where I was or how long I had been there. My husband and my coat were gone. I had no money or clothes and was unable to do anything to stop what was about to happen!. This was my fantasy and now it was going to become reality whether I wanted it or not! I was lying on a big rug panting and sweating like a bitch in heat one minute, and trembling in fear the next. Hands, rough hands were all over me.. I remember hearing their voices, talking amongst themselves about what they were going to do to me, the thought of what they said left me scared,… but hornier than I could ever remember.

I heard them bring something into the room and when they set it down it made a scraping noise as they moved it around ! I was lifted up on to my feet, but was barely able to stand. With my legs sagging and my hands still bound behind my back they removed my blindfold, I was bleary eyed and still half drunk from the alcohol and drug, I could vaguely remember seeing these same three men! .

The thing they had dragged into the room was a sawhorse. Like the ones that were used to block off traffic, only not quite as long and several feet lower. It was painted flat black and the top piece instead of being flat had been replaced with a sharp wooden point at the peak that angled down to either side. I was lifted up, and placed on it like I was on a saddle. Being on this horse at first was all right as long as I could put my feet on the floor. Of course, it was at the perfect height where I had to bend my knees and even spread my legs wide apart. When I did so it opened my cunt to where the hard sharp wood was cutting into my crotch. It was low enough that I could almost put my knees on the floor.. The mean looking one was instructing the other two, and had one, …put a rope around my neck and tighten it, and then threw the other end up above me to one of the rafters in the ceiling and pulled it tight! This really got my attention! Then they pulled my ankles up behind me and tied them!.. I was now straddling the narrow piece of sharp wood, with my pussy and cunt lips holding most of my weight! It only took a short period of time before it started to become sadistically uncomfortable, but at the same time it was perversely stimulating and after setting there for a while in pleasurable agony it really started to hurt!…

The rope around my neck left me trying to breathe and gasping for air, because while it wasn’t totally choking me it was tight enough to make it hard to breath. The harder I tried to breathed the harder it was to breath, but this was only one of my naked helpless predicaments . The longer I straddled the thing the more it was hurting me. I was at such an angle that my little clit was receiving a lot of my weight from the sharp edge of the horse! Then when I tried to lean back to ease the pain it became harder to breathe.
The sadist who scared me earlier had a vibrator. It had a long wand with a curved tip on the bottom, and about the size of a small inverted spoon. He then firmly placed it in on top of my clit, and mashed the tender fleshy membrane against the sharp wood. I yelped at first rocking back and forth moaning. I was in both pain and pleasure as it rattled and vibrated loudly, and went from the soft part of my clit to the hard wood between my thighs! My clit being abused like this had produced a most unusual female noise I had wondered where it was coming from and then realized it was me! As the noise barely escaped from my constricted throat as I tried to breath.
The vibrator had an effect. But the pain of the hores was not terrible yet, and I could lean back a bit, taking more of the weight on the crack of my ass. Of course, the weight of my hundred ten pound frame pushing down on ones tailbone, on a narrow sharp strip like this, is going to hurt, and with little choice it was easily hurting this so delicate place.
I was rocking slowly, backward and forward, gasping, moaning, and trying to shift my weight to ease the pain. But easing the pain on one part, only increased it on the other as it got worse and worse. Even while this was happening the flat wand had my clit trapped between it and the sharp wood ! I could see the sadistic look in his cruel eyes, as the vibrator increased in speed and pressure. He then forced it even harder against my clit!