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I started my story a while ago, and I'll catch you up--for those of you who haven't read it or perhaps simply prefer not to go back and read it again.
You would think maybe I could have left well enough alone. I was divorced. Forty years old. I was recently engaged to Carolyn, a smoking hot 5'7" redhead who loves to fuck. She's got the hottest ass ever. I fell for her instantly following a pleasant lunch and then seeing her incredible tight, round ass in her form-fitting bluejeans as we exited the restaurant. I'm a sucker for a great ass!
Carolyn has these incredible ass cheeks that are juicy and round, fit and muscular, and somehow also petite and feminine--all at the same time. Truly stupendous.
Carolyn was thirty-two when this started, by the way. Her ass was to die for her, and the rest of her was terrific, too. Bright. Beautiful. Fun. Caring. Intelligent. Successful. Hot, never-had-a-baby-yet body. But even so, her hot ass and her strong libido were and are my favorite features. Her tits are small, incidentally, maybe not even a b-cup; I didn't care.
I'm Joe, incidentally. My name probably won't come up much. I'll probably usually be "hey you," "cucky," "fag," "faggot," and maybe occasionally a more dignified nickname coming from my fiancée. Sometimes she calls me, "Boo," as I do her.
I somehow got obsessed with the idea of seeing Carolyn get blacked. I watched too much interracial porn over the years, I guess. I got too turned on to interracial cuckold fantasies from reading--and writing--erotica, too. That didn't help.
Now that I had this super hot fiancée, I developed a massive fantasy--an incredibly strong urge--to get her blacked. Even if it risked my relationship with her. Even if it meant that she ended up black-only and black-owned.
After a while, I realized that losing Carolyn to being black-owned was even part of my fantasy! I dreamed of her getting black-bred, too! I dreamt of her having ONLY black children and the humiliation it might bring me--together with the poignant, sublime satisfaction.
Yes, I was rightly what one could and should call a "pervert." I admit it. I own it.
Being a person of action, when I realized this fantasy was only going to grow and was never going to go away, I worked on a plan. I sought out advice from like-minded people through the Internet. And that led me before long to Antwan. "Sir Antwan" or "Master Antwan," I should say.
Master Antwan was and is a gorgeous Black adonis--a 6'2" ruggedly handsome former football player, and an expert at turning white women black--for a fee. He especially preferred to turn white fiancées and wives black. It turned him on, and he enjoyed the challenge of turning white women who thought they were committed to a good, decent, loving, white guy into hardcore black-only, black-owned, and black-bred sluts.
Apparently, however, thanks to the prevalence of interracial porn, there were dozens of highly motivated perverted white guys who wanted Antwan's services at any given moment. Thus, he could both be choosy--only focusing on the hottest white wives and fiancées--and command a steep fee. The selectivity and the fee were also made possible by Master Antwan's high success rate.
Apparently, 95 percent of the time, the extremely handsome adonis with the eleven-inch magic black love pole was able to make a committed white woman go black only, that's how good he was--or at least that was his reputation. He also had a money-back guarantee: If an aspiring cuck did everything Sir Antwan required--but Antwan did not succeed--he would provide a full refund.
Within minutes of my meeting him and paying him $5,000 dollars, Master Antwan had me "paying homage" to him and his enormous black cock.
"Paying homage" meant that I was subserviently sucking his massive eleven-inch magical black love pole. To help him in his efforts--and for his insurance--he also had me profess my urgings to Carolyn--that she ought to get blacked and even go black-only--into a video for his use, as he saw fit. Sir Antwan, in turn, promised me that--for a further fee--he would black my fiancée and turn her permanently black-only, black-owned, including of course that he would black-breed her.
The $5,000 was but a down payment, Sir Antwan explained. It was only enough for him to develop a fool-proof plan to which I could commit--or opt out of.
My first meeting with Master was a revelation. I quickly and immediately fell in love with sucking on BBC for my own sexual satisfaction. It was a turn of events that didn't totally shock me, as I had long admired big black cocks from many perspectives. However, the speed with which I fell in love with sucking on giant black dick, and the profundity of the lust that I felt with Antwan's gigantic cock fucking my face--they both surprised me.
Yes, Master Antwan's astoundingly gorgeous enormous love pole made me gay for BBC on my very first encounter! I was in awe.
In the days that followed my initial meeting with Antwan, I was stressed. Every single night, for a week, I woke in the middle of the night with a hard-on from essentially the same dream: a dream of Antwan fucking my gorgeous fiancée through multiple screaming orgasms and then my cleaning his cock of their juices.
Every night for about two weeks.
In the dream, just as Master Antwan would be about to cum in my mouth, I'd wake up. I would wake up just shy of my moment of greatest satisfaction!
I made note. I took pause. I reflected. How could I not?!
Yes, it thrilled me to watch Carolyn get blacked in my dreams. But it thrilled me even more, in my dreams, I realized, to suck Master Antwan off afterwards.
I guess Antwan was right. To this white boi, at least, BBC had quickly been the "gaymaker."
Or perhaps not entirely making me gay, as it was still a huge part of my fantasy life to see Carolyn--definitely a woman!--blacked. Carolyn going black was in every single dream.
So, perhaps for me, BBC is the "bi-maker." But that doesn't have quite the same ring to it or the same drama, does it?
Besides, if Carolyn saw me cum while sucking on Antwan's BBC--like I dreamt about--I am pretty sure she would think of me as gay. Yes, I was certain that to my fiancée I would seem gay.
Somehow, I was still able to function in lovemaking with Carolyn. However, to cum, I'd always have to be visualizing Antwan's cock--either in my mouth or in Carolyn's pussy.
Wow! I was "gay" after just my one BBC encounter!
Wow! What would this mean for my life? What would this mean for my relationship? Could I with integrity move forward to get married?!
After about two weeks, my secret was really eating me up, and then I blurted. Yes, I blurted right in the middle of sex. I blurted right as Carolyn and I were fucking.
"Yessss!! Yesssss!! Yesssss!! Fuck her deep!! Fuck her deep!!!!" I bellowed, as Carolyn was riding me cowgirl.
She nearly lept off of me. She left my wet little rod sticking in the air, as she nearly jumped to the side.
"'Fuck 'her'?" Carolyn said. "What do you mean by 'fuck *HER*'?!?! What the fuck are you thinking about while we fuck?!?! What the hell is happening here, Joe?! What fucking twisted thing are you thinking?!"
She yelled at me as she pulled away and wrapped herself in a sheet, leaving me naked on the bed with my wet hardon bobbing in the air. I grabbed a blanket to cover myself as well.
"Uhhhh..." I stammered. I was completely unprepared. I hadn't thought one iota about what I might say in this situation. For whatever reason, it had never even occurred to me that I would blurt something out that might give Carolyn a clue.
But now she had a very big clue. A big clue, indeed.
"No, Joe." she said. "'Uhhh' is not going to cut it. What the fuck were you thinking about just now while we were fucking?"
