(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the eighth chapter of this story and depicts the evolution of a white woman into a Black cock whore. In this chapter, she really becomes the full cumdump package. It's best if you read the first seven chapters.)
The next day William dropped by to talk to me. Susan was at a motel and I didn't expect her home until late in the evening. It was four cocks that day. All complete strangers and she seemed amped up and almost vibrating in anticipation. I could smell her pussy as we drove and she was beginning to produce that musky lube that would soak the cocks that would use her body. I had dropped her off because it didn't seem wise to leave a car in a shady part of town all afternoon and evening.
The motel room was cheap but functional. In other words, it had a bed. And Susan had been fucked in that very motel several times by some of her previous partners over the years. She had a fifteen-year history as a hotwife and cuckoldress and was well-versed on the ways of motels and hotels.
The manager knew her from a couple of previous fuck sessions and he was Black and big and I presumed a friend of William. As indeed he was. And he got to sample the wares in return for the room. Every day she used it for fucking he got to use her after the last customer. In the weeks leading up to the completion of our basement renovations, she spent most days and evenings there. She saw tricks at home a few afternoons. The manager got to know her really well and even months later William let him ride her for free from time to time. She never objected.
There were half a dozen like the motel manager, getting freebies because they were friends of William. Blair, the 18-year-old Susan had originally made a date with was her favourite of all cocks and she eagerly welcomed him almost any time. Randy, of course. Eugene the doctor. A few more over time. She never hesitated or turned them down because her body was so rewired to sex that her brain just kept pumping the right chemicals to keep her constantly aroused.
The day that William came over and Susan was at the motel, he told me what was going on. It wasn't as simple as I thought.
"We use a service now," he explained. "It's online and people download an app and make appointments. It's mostly used by international travelers, so whores in communities near international airports get a lot of work. Layovers and such."
We were now referring to my wife as a whore.
"So these men are from where," I asked.
"Right now Susan's just on, I guess, what you'd call the national level," he said. "Just businessmen flying around to meetings and conferences around the country. We've got two conference centers close by, so lots of Black cock. She could be registered on more of a global level where she'd get mostly African country businessmen. Maybe a few from the UK and France. They pay a lot more. And they go crazy over married white whores."
He went on about how it worked and about payment options. Pay scales for different women of different ages, heights, weights, experiences, and combinations of those. He downloaded the app on my phone and we also got it up on my laptop where he showed me my wife's profile.
There were photos of her in all manner of sexual acts, many uploaded by clients, some William had taken with Randy's professional gear. And there were reviews that described her in graphic detail, often with photos of the act she was being praised for. The more kudos, the more she got paid as the algorithms tweaked to the new data.
And there were stats: her number of tricks to date; ratings by customers; types of services provided such as the ability to throat, swallow, do anal, vaginal depth, longest cock she'd taken so far; frequency of orgasms; availability; lengths of fuck sessions; tattoos and piercings; and pain tolerance.
"Susan has almost perfect scores on all counts," he said, showing me the numbers. "She's new, so her client numbers are low. What was it? Yeah, 37 as of yesterday. Today will put her at 41. So as the numbers increase, clients will get a better overall idea."
William said this was sort of her breaking-in period. She was up to five clients a day and that would probably be the limit except for special circumstances. And at my request, five days a week instead of seven.
And William clicked on a little box that made her available globally, so her profile would now show up around the world for those who subscribed to the service. And now that she was established and verified, payments would go right into William's bank account. Presumably, my wife's share would then be taken from that.
The new global designation triggered appointments even as we sat there going over her profile. William consulted the profiles of each prospective client and if the timing was right, checked them into an electronic schedule that was part of the app. Almost immediately she had clients from Kenya, Rwanda, Zambia, and Zimbabwe for the next week.
And inquiries were soon coming in from Chad and Ethiopia, which I later learned from personal observation and then a quick Google search had the darkest-skinned Black men in the world. Susan became very popular and the sperm from those men was often pumped into my wife's fertile body over the coming months.
"Does she know this," I asked William. "Does she know the extent to which she's being put out there on offer?"
I was as hard as a rock thinking of my wife as just a plaything for rich African businessmen and politicians. Some of the profiles suggested some of the men were high-up government officials.
"No, she doesn't know how any of this works," William admitted. "She's just a whore, so the workings of it are really no concern of hers and I doubt that she'd even be interested. Or maybe it would be a distraction if she knew. I'm just trying to keep her focused on fucking and her true calling. She'll get used to being told who to fuck, when, and where. She's already to that point I think."
I filled him in on all the years our friend Dave and I supplied her with fresh cock on an almost weekly basis. She went to clubs and got picked up and was on a lot of sites like Adult Friend Finder where she was always in demand.
"There were times she had a couple of regulars fucking her weekly, plus Dave and I doing her," I said. "And Dave did her at least a couple times a week. So I guess she was really leading up to this."
While William and I were talking, Susan was halfway through her first two-hour appointment. She kept in contact with William by text messages, and he checked his phone when it vibrated.
"The guy just finished in her," William said. "First load. He's taking a breather. Big cock, she says."
I wondered why I wasn't getting those texts from Susan.
We had another coffee and William said Randy was anxious to maybe do a little filming of Susan and start a PornHub profile.
"We can blur all the guy's faces if necessary," he explained. "And Randy has all the professional gear and editing equipment. Blair is an editing whizz. We'd split the profits. She doesn't even have to know, really."
