Turned Into a Submissive Fuck Doll by a Black Man

I hadn’t even been inside his house for more than a few minutes and I was already naked, on my knees, and sucking his big black cock.

My name is Lisa, and this is how I stepped out of my marriage and fell hard for a black man. I am a 42-year-old mother and wife, still married to a wonderful husband who is unaware of my promiscuity.

It all started with a visit to my local auto shop. After waiting for someone to assist me, I shook hands with the man that would change my life forever. His name was Oscar, and I immediately concluded that he is one of the most gorgeous black men I had ever seen. Tall, muscular, and had a smile that melt my heart.

As he assisted me with my problem, I was constantly flustered being around him. I cannot explain it, but he just seemed to exude an aura of power and control. I felt defenseless around him, and almost in a weird way servile to him.

It wasn’t until I got in my car that I noticed he left a small sticky note on my radio, with a phone number and the message, “Call me, beautiful,” written on it. Instantly, my stomach fluttered with excitement but it also made me feel guilty, as I was married.

I wasn’t usually the type of woman that got flirted with or hit on so openly; I’m your typical short, cute, mom, not exactly the type men look at. I love my husband, and he loves me but as with most marriages, the spark between us has died over the years. I would never have thought of cheating on him, but with Oscar’s number in my hand, the idea to cut loose and experience something new popped into my head.

I almost hung up after the first ring, but I timidly spoke to him when he said hello. He chuckled and said he was happy that I called him back. I asked why he had given me his number, and he just stated that he wanted to know me better.

“I think I would enjoy getting to know you better as well, Oscar. When can we get together to talk?” I nervously asked.

“How does lunch sound to you, tomorrow, at noon?” he asked. “I can text you the address.”

“Okay, I can do that. I’ll see you tomorrow then,” I answered back.

I hung up the phone and was in disbelief with myself. Did I just set up a lunch date with a man I don’t even know?

The next morning, I had breakfast with my family, and then after they left, I went off to shower and made sure to shave any stray hairs on my body and tidy up my neat landing strip above my cunt. I went with a simple yellow sundress, with a pretty floral pattern, and I slid it over my head, pairing it with a basic pair of sandals. Feeling adventurous I decided not to put on a bra or panties. Never before would I have even thought about leaving the house without at least panties, but doing so at that moment, felt right.

After a short drive, I arrived at the restaurant Oscar recommended, and parked. Going in, I scanned the room and saw him waving me over. He greeted me with a big hug as if we were long-time friends. Disengaging from the hug, he smiled and showed me to my seat across from him.

We started some small talk as we waited for our waiter to bring our menus but not long into our discussion, our talk began to turn more onto the naughty path. Oscar asked me about my marriage, and whether I was happy or not.

“So am I right to assume that coming out with me to lunch, was a step for you towards being adventurous,” he asked.

I shyly nodded my head to indicate that he was correct in his assumption.

“I may be way off here, but I believe that you desperately want to have an experience so adventurous that you would never tell your husband, or friends about.”

With all of the confidence I could muster, I looked back up at him and gave my answer.

“Yes, I want to give myself over to you.”

“Well then, I think we should finish up here, and not waste any time getting you what you desire,” he responded with a grin on his face.

Oscar paid for everything and led me outside, holding my hand. Once we got to the car, he pulled me into him and gave me a deep and passionate kiss, which I reciprocated after a moment of shock. Breaking the kiss, he asked for my keys and said he would drive us to his place. Like a bubbly little schoolgirl, I handed over my keys and then hurried around to get in on the other side of the car.

He started the car, but before he pulled out of the parking lot, he turned and asked me a very forward question.

“What kind of panties do you have on?”

I blushed at the question and instead of answering, I slowly lifted the hem of my dress to reveal my neatly shaved pussy.

“That is one fine-looking pussy, babe. I can’t wait to get to know it better.”

Soon, we stopped outside his house, and after getting out of the car, he led me inside. Once inside, he planted another wonderful kiss on my lips, letting his tongue probe my mouth while he gripped my ass, and my hips, pulling me tight into him. I moaned in response, and it incited him to continue his manhandling.

Oscar’s hands were pulling up my dress to expose the flesh of my plump ass cheeks. He kneaded them before pulling the dress off my body and throwing it on the floor. I was now naked before this god of a black man, and he then resumed his passionate lip attack on me. His hands continued to roam and explore my now nude body, while I moaned with every touch.

With shaky hands, I reached out and began to unfasten his belt and then the button to his jeans. I lowered the zipper and started to push them down his legs. As I worked, he had removed his shirt and was working on getting his shoes off so he could step out of the jeans. He then stood before me in only a pair of briefs which contained the bulge of what looked to be a very massive dick.

I nervously looked up at him, and slowly began to peel his briefs down his legs, exposing his magnificent black cock to me.

“Go ahead, touch it,” he said breaking me from my daze.

Hesitantly I reached out and took ahold of his huge member. It felt heavy and warm in my hand, and because of its size, I needed to use both hands to stroke his shaft. I felt him rest his hand on my shoulder and began to press me down. I gave in and I was now on my knees with his colossal cock looking back at me. Without any further urging, I opened wide and began to take his cock into my mouth.

I hadn’t even been inside his house for more than a few minutes and I was already naked, on my knees, and sucking his big black cock. I found myself devouring his manhood like a pornstar, sloppily bobbing on his meaty pole, and only caring about pleasing the black adonis in front of me.

“Oh yeah. Just like that. Suck my dick, babe,” he began to speak to me.

His words spurred me on to push myself further and take on the outrageousness of the experience head-on.

“You barely know me and already you are taking my dick like a slut. Is that what you are? Are you a slut?”

I was in such a wild and nasty state, I lost my normal self so I answered the only way I could.

“Yes, I am your slut,” was my reply as I then pounced back onto his magic stick with my mouth.

He looked down at me as I responded, and a grin formed on his face from what I could only assume was a sense of achievement.

“Tell me what you want slut,” he asked.

“I want you to fuck me,” I replied eagerly. “I want you to fuck me with your huge black cock.”

He grabbed my hand, helped me get up, and then took me to his bedroom where I lay on my back on the bed. Dropping to his knees, he positioned himself between my legs, hooking both of my legs over his shoulders, and looking into my eyes.

“Tell me where you want it, slut,” he asked.

“I want you to fuck my pussy with your huge black cock,” I replied eagerly.

“Your married pussy?” he asked.

“Oh God, yes! Stuff it full of your black cock then fuck my ass,” I screamed in response.

“Guide my cock with your hand. I want to see your wedding ring as I sink my cock into your slutty, married cunt.”

My hand jutted down to grab ahold of his length, and I held it steady as he leaned it into me. The head of his cock slowly began to penetrate my throbbingly aroused pussy, and slip deeper into my depths. I never knew I could have a cock of his size, and that it would feel so marvelous. Finally, after a slow and torturous entry, Oscar had bottomed out and I felt more full than I had ever felt in my life.

“Now I’m going to show you what a black cock can do to your married pussy,” he stated as he began to pull back.

With my legs over his shoulders, he plowed into me hard and fast. I felt as though he was burrowing a path into me with the hammering thrusts of his hips. The entire time I was in a state of bliss, and was moaning and groaning sounds of pleasure that I had never let out before. His steady rhythm soon brought me to the edge of an orgasm.

“I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum! Fuck me…” I screamed over and over.

“Yes slut, cum on my cock,” he responded.

That’s all it took, and a wave of pleasure immediately crashed onto my body. I began to spasm and shake from the intensity of it, my eyes rolled back, and I could hear myself screaming in passion. He continued his systematic pounding of my pussy through my orgasm, and into the next one. It was smaller, but in my state still wrecking.

“I think I’ll take your ass next,” he said and a smile formed on his lips.

“Whatever you want, I just need you to use me some more,” I meekly replied.

I flipped myself over onto my hands and knees while he walked away momentarily, only to return with a bottle of lube. I felt the cool splash of the liquid fall at the top of my butt, and drizzle down towards my virgin hole. His fingers began to work the oil into my skin and massage my ring.

Oscar began to press his finger inside me, lubricating my rectum before pushing a second finger inside my tight opening. When he was satisfied that I was thoroughly prepared, he withdrew his fingers and positioned his cock at my forbidden entrance. Slowly and methodically, he began to feed my tight ass more of his long, thick cock. I could feel myself being split open, but the pain only added to my pleasure and I moan to indicate that I wanted to continue. It was such a strange and new experience, and I was happy to get the chance to experience it.

After a few seconds, I finally felt Oscar’s pelvis press against my ass. I was in disbelief. I couldn’t believe I had taken his entire length; it made me feel proud.

“Does my married slut love that her ass is full of black cock?” he asked while he waited for me to adjust to his size.

“Oh fuck yes,” was my honest and simple answer.

With that, he started to pull back and begin the process of fucking my ass. I was grunting and screaming in both pain and pleasure as he was riding me like a bull in heat; stuffing his fat slab of meat harder and harder into my tight ass.

We were at it for a long while before he finally gave one final thrust, and began to fire his seed into my abused ass. I somehow managed to support myself for the entire ordeal, and when he began pulling his empty shaft from my battered hole, I whimpered out of longing. I felt so open and wrecked.

“Look at that, Your ass is gaping and begging for more.”

I felt so dirty and disgraced, but I loved it. Oscar had used me wholly and completely, and I let him do it. As I basked in my feeling of sluttiness, I felt him get up. Cocking my head back, I looked to see him getting dressed.

“That was great. You really took it, and I can tell you enjoyed it as well.”

“Yes, it was amazing. I love being your slut,” I replied smiling.

“You need to be careful not to get cum all over this pretty dress of yours,” he stated as he reached down and retrieved my dress.

It was the only thing I had to wear when I was to leave his house, and probably I would smear it with cum. The idea of walking out in public with cum dripping from my ass was so slutty.

When I arrived home, I had a few hours before either my daughter or my husband would be home so I took a shower. I looked back to my puckered puffy hole and saw a stream of Oscar’s semen begin to slowly creep out and drip onto the shower floor. I used a finger to scoop up a bit of the leaking cum from my ass and then brought it to my mouth, sucking it clean, tasting what he left me with. It tasted warm and bitter, but it flooded my head with the memory of our encounter.

I was a nasty slut now, and I loved it.

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