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Author's Note: This story contains themes of raceplay, cuckolding, domination, and submission. If this is not your cup of tea I would recommend stopping here and finding stories more to your taste. Thank you.
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Turning to me he said, "Okay pussyboy lets go turn that slut wife of yours into just another slave for my black cock," and, without dressing and only holding a phone, walked out the door with his half hard cock swinging heavily between his thighs.
I hesitated and stood stunned in the entry to Master Mark's suite not knowing what to do. I was still stark naked and in shock from brutal sexual performance that I'd just witnessed. Glancing at the barely conscious Asian woman sprawled limply across the bed I was frozen in terror at the thought of what this sexual juggernaut was about to do to my wife and later, possibly, my daughter. Torn between the urge to protect and keep my family safe and a perverse compulsion to see my wife used by this man the way he'd just used the formerly demure and immaculate Mrs Hijima. How had I gotten to this point?
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"Honey, what's wrong?"
It was date night and I'd taken Mel to a nice restaurant for dinner. We'd been here before but not for some time and I knew she liked the place but she was blushing beet red and was visibly uncomfortable even though we'd only just been seated and given our drink orders to the waiter.
"Do you remember that bachelorette party I went to with the girls a couple months ago? Well... our waiter..." Unbelievably she blushed an even deeper shade of red. Taking a deep breath with a little flutter she leaned forward and whispered, "Our waiter was one of the strippers."
The party she was referring to had scandalized her completely. She'd expected the usual sexy and joke gifts, raunchy games, some drinking, and maybe a stripper but the story she'd told me the next morning was clearly a lot more. Things had started off as usual with drinks and games at a hotel suite and Mel had expected the group to go out for a little fun on the town when the strippers arrived. Rather than just one guy the maid of honor had sprung for three hung Black men. It was at that point that the maid of honor started passing around a few joints and things really took off.
According to Mel, all three men had more than lived up to the BBC stereotype and rather than dancing in the usual g-strings she'd seen white strippers wear before, they rapidly got down to the full Monty. They worked the room with one or two focused on the bride to be at all times. Mel said that everyone got pretty wild with some of the women getting topless to compete for the stripper's attention and most of the girls fondling and even sucking the men's cocks. Not long after, the bride to be was led to the suite's bedroom for a "private show" and for the next three hours the strippers rotated through the bedroom clearly taking turns with her. The party continued for a few hours but with the bride in absence it eventually started to wind down and Mel had gotten a cab home and fucked me silly.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, I didn't get up to what some of the girls did but I know what every inch of that man's body looks like." Still blushing she squirmed a bit in her seat and I knew I was in for another wild night once we got home. She refused to admit it but the party had really gotten her worked up and I could see that it was happening all over again.
"We can leave if you want or ask to get another waiter," I offered but with a deep breath she responded "No, it's our date night and I don't want anything to ruin it"
I was glad to hear that and was getting a little turned on myself knowing that not only was our waiter hung but that my wife had been up close and personal with him. As if summoned by our mutual excitement, our waiter returned with our drinks.
He was easily over 6 feet tall and clearly well built. His name tag read Jacob. His skin was a dark chocolate and his hair trimmed short but not shaved clean. He'd positioned himself such that his package was about a little over a foot from my wifes face as he set our drinks down. With an obvious bulge so close my wife couldn't help but look and I saw him catch her with her eyes locked on his package.
"You look very familiar, do you and your husband come a lot? Here, I mean."
I was a little surprised that he was so forward as most wait staff tended to speak to me and could barely suppress a laugh as my obviously flustered wife squeaked out "No, I... I mean we, haven't come recently. Come here."
"It must have been at my other job," Jacob replied with an even wider smile as my blushing wife again locked eyes with the bulge in his pants.
"I'll be right back," Mel said to me as she stood and escaped to the ladies room.
"Have you decided on your order yet?" Jacob asked, finally turning to me.
"Not yet, Jacob but thank you. What's your other job?"
"I'm an entertainer."
"I should have guessed, move like a dancer, but Mel isn't much into the arts. In fact, I can only think of one party where she might have seen you and a couple of your friends dance."
I didn't quite get the surprise I was hoping for and Jacom glanced toward the ladies room. "Right, now I remember. She was pretty shy and didn't get as wild as some of the others. I hope she enjoyed the show."
"She must have, she pretty much attacked me when she got home. I think you and your friends made a big impression. Probably not as much as poor little Emma though. I heard she could barely walk down the aisle." I couldn't believe I was having a casual conversation with a Black man about how much my wife enjoyed seeing his cock. I'd seen BBC porn before but didn't consider myself into the whole cuckold thing but sitting here talking with Jacob I was far more excited than I expected.
