The usual disclaimer goes here! Do not read this story if you don't like nasty interracial stories. Just skip it. This one may eventually include a cuckold even going gay. Don't read it if that will not excite you. :-) Negative comments will be deleted (write your own story!). Thank you!
ALSO-- I highly recommend reading chapter 1 first. I did *NOT* write this to be an independent story. Enjoy!
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For the next week, I could think of little else in my spare time but my conversation with Allison and how she and her husband, Greg, wanted to convert me--me and my husband, Ted--to Black cock.
Yes, my job kept me busy. Luckily.
But when I was not at work, my mind quickly wandered to daydreaming about being blacked. I would dream about how great it would probably feel to finally go black with a real man--rather than just my big black dildo--and not just any real man, but Greg, my friend Allison's real live hunky husband.
My panties were constantly wet. Luckily, Ted was away on a business trip, or I'm sure he would have frequently smelled my oozing pussy around the house, and I would have had to talk with him before I was ready. Before I knew for sure that I wanted to undertake "the commitment." Before I knew for sure that I also wanted to manipulate Ted--if it even took any manipulation--to "the submission."
"The commitment" was the process where I would most likely end up going black only. "The submission" was the process where my husband, too, would submit to black cock, and maybe end up significantly bi or even gay.
After my second day, in this chronically aroused state, I realized I had no choice. That the only way I was going to be able to reclaim any normalcy for myself was to slake my new, more extreme level of black cock lust. I had to get blacked, or my pussy would ooze all the time as its form of begging me! My pussy and my sex drive were not to be denied! They craved black cock as much as a thirsty person craves water.
The third day after our initial talk, I cornered Allison on a break again. She was far from surprised.
"Let me guess," she said. "You have scarcely been able to think about anything other than my husband, Greg, 'the commitment,' and 'the submission' since I told you about them three days ago. Am I wrong?" She asked it with a genial smirk. Yes, she was smirking at me, but it was with kindness, not cruelty.
"Uh..." I muttered, embarrassed and taken aback to be so quickly called out. I was ordinarily a somewhat shy woman!
"So, you want to go through with it, don't you? You can't even imagine how you would move forward in life unless you do get blacked, I am guessing... Am I wrong?" Allison dug into it further.
"Uh... No, you're not wrong!" I finally formed some words. "In fact, you are definitely right! I want to-- no, I *need* to move forward and 'commit' to your husband... And, yes, somehow, I'll have to get Ted to 'submit' to Greg and other black cocks, as well!"
"Let me feel your pussy," Allison said matter-of-factly.
"What?!" I said back, more flummoxed than ever.
"We're in private in this windowless conference room. Go jam a chair against the door--you're closer--and then loosen your scrubs pants and let me feel your pussy." Allison clarified.
"Excuse me?!" was my response.
"You heard me. I'm going to lend you my husband to take you to sexual nirvana for what will end up being at least a month but could turn out to be forever. The least you can do is let me feel how badly you want him even now, even in the middle of your work day. I'm dying to see how soaked your pussy is. I'm bi and a dominant with women, and you're going to give me access to your cute little pussy if you want things to go further."
I wasn't initially excited to comply with Allison. I had to take a beat and think about it.
