i've been married about a year now to a man that i adore and love very much, if he knew the longest i'd ever been faithful is 6 weeks, it would kill him, and if he ever found out my perversion, i'm sure he'd kill me first. even if he never finds out, i'm sure i'm going to hell for it.

my parents where controlling, racist, bible thumpers, so when i got to college you know i hooked up with the first black guy i could find. he was a gorgeous football player, but i really didn't care, all i was looking for was a big black cock in this white girl's c**t. he obliged me minutes after we met. a couple weeks later he invited me to play poker with his friends. i thought that would be kewl, maybe i was more than a white fuck to him, so i was eager for the game. i got there and found it wasn't a poker game at all, it was "poke her". ya, i'm sure you're getting the picture. i was the her. he had 2 of his buddies from the football team there and they showed me how black men play "poke her".

after a while, i could tell there were a couple new faces showing up, but by that time, i didn't care. i was being fucked by so many black cocks, and i'd orgasmed so many times, i just went along with it. As it turns out, one of my bf's buddies had to go and he started calling all his buddies to come and fuck the white girl. it was the first all night fucking that i'd ever had. by the time it was over, i don't know how many guys had cum on me, in me, or i'd sucked off. i was raw, covered in cum, and hadn't slept in over 24 hours. i just went back to my apartment and collapsed on my bed. when i woke i must have showered for an hour, but that didn't change the fact that i'd been willingly fucked all night by any black man that wanted to step up and i liked it.

this went on 3 years until my bf graduated. the night before he left he had me over for one last fuck. early the next morning there was a knock on the door, and there stood one of his friends from the football team. he told me to come with him, because his bf had sold me to him and i was now his white girl. i fucked him for another 3 years until i was done with my masters. i rarely had to do group with him, but i was fucked almost daily and it wasn't always by him.

i met les while i was in the masters program. we hit it off became friends. les finished the program a year before i did and when i went for a job interview the next year, i was surprised to bump into him. he asked me out and we started dating and were married 6 months later.

les is a very proper and religious man, with a strong southern heritage. his family has a little money from their "sugar and cotton days": days when their ancestors owned black slaves. i buried the details of my college social life, and put on the perfect face for him and his family to see, but the day of the wedding my 2 ex bf from college showed up and threatened to ruin it all unless i did them both, so the morning of my wedding i fucked both my black ex bf's like the whore i really am.

that day i walked down the isle with les, and we exchanged our vows, i also made a vow to myself: never again. i'd never cheat on my husband and would be the perfect and proper wife he expected.

out honeymoon was wonderful and i settled into our married life like i was made for it. les worked in in the family business and i was the stay at home wife, spending her time volunteering. one day out shopping i was riding the elevator up, and an older black gentleman was in the car as i stepped in. he smiled and asked me what floor; he pressed the button for me and we exchanged pleasantries for the net few moments. i found myself looking at his crotch to see if i could tell how big he was, but he elevator door opened and i got out to continue my shopping.

i spent several moments shopping found myself back at the elevator, waiting to go down to the parking lot. i stepped in the car and there was the same older black gentleman. he smiled at me and we headed down to the parking garage together. i glanced over at him, this time i could clearly see the outline of his cock and that it was getting hard. i guess i must have fixated on his growing cock because he caught me looking. i turned deep red and just wanted to crawl away, but i still couldn't get the thought of how big his cock must have been to produce what i saw in his pants.

i had a lot i was carrying from my shopping, and he offered to help me with it to my car. i just wanted to get away from him, but he insisted and i accepted his offer. we loaded the trunk with my assortment of shopping bags and boxes, and i thanked him and jokingly said: "how will i ever repay you." he just looked at me and told me: "give me what you want." he took off his blazer and dropped it at his feet in front of him and unzipped his fly. i had his cock in my mouth before i even gave it a thought. i knew what i was doing, but i wanted it, no i needed it.

all the time i was sucking his cock, he told me: "oh, you're a good white girl aren't you. you've done this before." he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face onto his huge black cock. i had no choice, but to swallow it all. after he was done, he helped me up and laid his jacket over his arm. i thought he was going to escort me, like a perfect gentleman, to the door of my car, but he walked me down to his car and i got in the back seat. he pulled my panty down, and dropped his pants. By that time i was so wet he had no problem shoving his big black cock all the way into me. i know because i can still feel his big hairy balls grinding against me. i started to scream as i orgasmed the first time, but he just covered my mouth with his hand. that made me even hotter and move crazy to have him. i orgasmed 3 times before he exploded into me. his seamen came spraying out of me. i just laid there panting, trying to breathe again after he pulled out of me.

he gave me his business card, and told me to call him at noon on Wednesday. Wednesday came and i did just that, i called him, and he told me that i was his white girl now, and he'd be fucking me when ever he wanted. it's been 2 years now, and i do fuck him any time he wants. i also fuck his friends when ever and who ever he tells me. i am his white girl, but i know what i really am: i'm a black man's whore, stuck in a world of propriety, condemned to sneak behind my wonderful husband's back to satisfy my perverse desires. It was 6 weeks to the day when i became a whore again, and it's never been more than a few days between black fuckings ever since. my husband would kill me if he ever found out his perfect wife was a cock slave to a black master, but i had to tell somebody. i know i said i'm going to hell, but in reality, i'm already there between my social status and my craving for black cock.