Wife Gets Blacked For Husband Ch 05

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Charlotte

It had been over a month since Charlotte first kissed Izaak.

She had made him cum at least 3 times a day. When they fucked, she lost track of how many times she came.

It started slowly at first, but over time Charlotte had come to happily accept this "relationship". No longer questioning it, she did what Izaak said, and she loved it.

Charlotte looked at herself in the mirror. So much had changed since Izaak had moved in.

Her once pale skin was completely tanned all over from the multiple spray tan sessions she had been on that left her feeling almost black. Her once long, blonde hair was cut short and dyed. Then she turned and looked at the queen of spades tattoo on her shoulder with Izaak's initial, and then turned back and looked at the "Black Cock Throat Slut" tattoo on her hip.

One good thing about this short hair though, it was a lot quicker to dry for Charlotte.

"Slut, hurry up!" She heard Izaak's voice call from downstairs.

Just the sound of his voice and him calling her a slut made Charlotte's pussy twitch.

She opened the door and stuck her head out.

"I'm just getting dressed." She called back.

"Forget that, get down here." He told her.

There was no question in her head, Charlotte just did as she was told. Walking downstairs her tits bounced with each step. Then she walked into the living room to see Izaak sat watching TV.

"Yes, Master?" She asked happily.

"What do you want for breakfast? I'll order us something in?" He asked her.

"I don't mind, whatever you want." She said back to him.

She looked at this muscular, rough black man that had taken over her home. With his short black hair and shaved face, he really was beautiful.

"Okay, you carry on getting dressed, and I'll order this." He told her.

"Yes, sir." Charlotte replied and ran back upstairs.

She flicked through her wardrobe, but all of her old clothes were gone and all that remained was what Michelle had bought with her.

Over time though, Charlotte didn't miss her old clothes. She liked dressing sexy, especially for Izaak.

She grabbed a pair of very short, very tight blue denim shorts, a white crop top that looked like it was ripped at the bottom, and some fishnet stockings.

Putting them all on, Charlotte did her make up and went downstairs just as Izaak was shutting the door to the delivery man.

"Good timing, get some plates." He told her.

Charlotte smiled and grabbed two plates and returned to the dining table where Izaak sat at the head. He slid his chair out a little and patted his knee.

Automatically, Charlotte walked over and sat down on his firm, strong thigh. Izaak then wrapped his arms around her, placing one on her thigh and the other on her waist.

"Cut it up and feed it to me." He told her.

"Yes, sir." Charlotte instantly replied.

Grabbing a knife and fork, Charlotte started to cut up the sausage before stabbing it with a fork and bringing it to Izaak's mouth to feed him.

Why was I so afraid of him? He's nothing but good to me,

Charlotte thought as she kept feeding him and herself.

"What are you doing today?" Charlotte asked between bites.

"I'm going to see some of the boys." Izaak answered.

"Sounds fun." Charlotte replied and put another bite into his mouth.

His hand on her thigh had Charlotte already horny. Ever since she had started to kiss him, Charlotte felt herself falling more and more for this dominant black man. What started off as feeling like a hostage, now Charlotte didn't know what she would do without him.

"You're going to see George today." He suddenly told her.

"What? Really?" Charlotte asked, getting a shock of guilt throughout her body.

That's right, I'm doing this for George.

"Yeah," Izaak said, "make the most of it."

What does that mean?

Charlotte finished feeding them both, and after she was done, she got onto her knees and sucked Izaak's big, black cock until she got an extra load of cum with her breakfast.

After that Izaak went out to see his friends, and Charlotte headed over to the prison to see George.

The entire drive she felt like a mess. Her palms were sweating, her mouth was dry, and her legs wouldn't stop twitching. Not only had she fully been enjoying sleeping with this black man, but she had asked... no, begged him to knock her up.

When she finally got there, Charlotte was a nervous wreck.

She walked in, each step making her feel sick until she reached the booth where George sat on the other side.

"H-hi." Charlotte stuttered out.

"Charlotte? What's happened to your skin?" He asked. "And why are you dressed like that?"

"It was... I mean, Izaak..." Charlotte whispered, but George cut him off.

"Izaak! Of course, it was!" He shouted. "What do you think you're doing! They showed me the video of you begging him to get you pregnant! How could you do that to me?"

What?

Charlotte's guilt started to come to the surface, especially knowing that George had somehow seen the way she had been acting.

"George... I'm sorry." She whispered.

"You're actually enjoying this? Being his slut?! What else have you been doing?" George interrogated her like she was the prisoner, not him!

"I... I... I don't know." Charlotte stammered out, too ashamed to tell him all the details.

"I can't believe you've become this. I thought you loved me." George spat out.

Then, Charlotte's guilt turned into a bit of rage.

"Excuse me?" She asked, trying to calm her voice. "This is all happening because of you! If you didn't break the law, then Izaak would never have come into our lives! I wouldn't have to protect you!" She argued, getting angrier and angrier with every word.

"Well, it's not fucking working!" George nearly shouted until a guard gave him a glare.

"What do you mean?" Charlotte asked back.

"They're still... they... Oh god." George nearly broke down.

It looked like he was about to start crying.

"George? What have they done to you?" Charlotte asked.

He didn't have any bruises or cuts on his face, but Charlotte feared for what happened to him.

"I can't... Charlotte they're not going to stop." He stuttered out.

"It's okay; I'll talk to Izaak. I'll get him to listen." Charlotte told him.

George looked up with a tear in his eye that nearly broke Charlotte's heart.

"Do you think that will work?" He asked her.

"I don't know, hopefully." Charlotte replied.

"Okay, I'm so sorry." George said.

Truthfully, Charlotte was no longer angry with George for putting her in this situation. She was having the best sex of her life, but she resented the way he treated her about it.

They stayed and chatted for fifteen more minutes until Charlotte had to leave.

She got in her car and headed home, but her head was a mess. Everything she had done was supposed to protect George, but if he wasn't getting protected, then what was the point?

When she got back, she stepped out of the car to a few funny looks from the neighbours, who definitely were not used to seeing her dressed in such a way.

But when Charlotte went to unlock the door, it was already unlocked.

"Hello?" Charlotte called out as she stepped inside.

"Hey, long time no see." Michelle said appearing from the living room.

She was dressed in a very short skirt and a very tight t-shirt, all of which showed off her amazing figure and her soft, ebony skin.

Charlotte couldn't help but almost drool at the sight of her. She had a little guilt in the back of her head over the fact that seeing Michelle seemed to push any worry about her husband out the window.

"Michelle, you scared me to death." Charlotte said and shut the door.

Michelle smiled her beautiful smile and walked over to Charlotte.

"Have you missed me?" She asked as her ebony hand reached to graze Charlotte's arm. Her skin was so dark and beautiful, but Charlotte was still feeling sad over seeing George.

"What are you doing here?" Charlotte asked.

Michelle's hand left Charlotte as she took a step back and smiled.

"We're hanging out today," She said. "Didn't Izaak tell you?"

Charlotte looked around, but all she wanted to do was be alone.

"I'm not really in the best of moods." Charlotte told her.

She stood and watched as Michelle turned around and then bent over to pick up her purse from the floor. Charlotte couldn't help but stare at the beautiful, black woman's shapely arse before she turned back around.

"Well, I guess I just have to cheer you up." Michelle said.

She took Charlotte's hand in hers and led the married woman outside and back into Charlotte's car.

"Where are we going?" Charlotte asked.

"That's a surprise," Michelle told her. "I'll guide you."

As she drove Charlotte's head felt a mess. The last month she had succumbed to Izaak, barely thinking or worrying about George. But since seeing him she felt guilty, guilty that she had allowed herself to be broken into this person.

"Here we are." Michelle said when they reached their destination.

As Charlotte looked around, she couldn't tell where they were. Nothing stood out other than buildings on either side.

As Michelle got out, Charlotte followed her, and they entered a brown door. As they walked through the hallway she heard muffled music.

"What is this place?" Charlotte asked.

Michelle simply smiled and opened one last door that allowed the music to blare out of it. Immediately Charlotte froze. It was a dark room on the other side with neon lights giving a dim vibe. The music was loud, but what frightened her was seeing many, many black men inside.

It looked like some sort of hidden club, only she couldn't see a bar.

"This," Michelle said as she leaned in to whisper into Charlotte's ear, "Is Franklyn's bar."

What is it?

Charlotte thought.

Michelle led Charlotte further into the club, it took a matter of seconds to realise she was the only white person there. With Michelle, they were actually the only two women in there at all. The rest were black men in all shapes and sizes.

She could feel so many pairs of eyes on her. Dressed the way she was and revealing so much of her body, Charlotte felt... a tingle, between her legs.

"This way." Michelle shouted over the music as she led Charlotte into a back door where two large, bald, black men stood.

"Franklyn!" Michelle shouted, releasing Charlotte's hand to give one of the black men a hug.

"Michelle," He replied, and his voice was so damn deep, "I was wondering what time you'd be here. Is this her?"

"Sure is." Michelle replied.

They were expecting me? Oh god, what's going to happen now?

Franklyn walked over and inspected Charlotte, and she felt dwarfed by his giant frame that was clearly all muscle. His smile was huge, and his bright white teeth shined.

"Yeah, she'll do." He said and returned to Michelle. "Follow me."

Once again Charlotte was led through another door, this time into an empty room with a circle podium in the middle. There were leather seats surrounding it, and Charlotte began to panic.

"Up here." Franklyn said.

Charlotte was frozen, but Michelle grabbed her again and took Charlotte to the centre of the podium.

"What are we doing?" Charlotte whispered to the black woman.

"You're going to be putting on a show." Michelle whispered back, and Charlotte's heart nearly stopped.

Just like that, more doors opened, and dozens of black men entered the room. Some took seats, some chose to stand, but all were staring at Charlotte. She felt immensely self-conscious with so many eyes on her.

Then, some music started to play, the lights went out, and just a spotlight hit Charlotte.

"Okay, start dancing." Michelle whispered and slapped Charlotte's arse before she walked away, leaving her in the centre of the room.

What am I, a stripper?

She looked all around the room, but she had no idea what to do. In a few seconds the men started to moan, and Michelle returned to the podium.

"Izaak set this up," She whispered with anger in her voice. "You don't want me to tell him how you didn't do as he asked, right?"

Charlotte shook her head.

"Good, get dancing." Michelle ordered and walked off again.

As Charlotte stared at so many eyes on her body, she wanted to curl into a little ball.

Just forget who you are,

she thought,

don't be Charlotte. You're just some stripper.

Taking a deep breath, Charlotte closed her eyes and calmed her nerves. And then, the slim, beautiful wife began to sway her hips.

"Wooo!" One man shouted and others followed.

Charlotte kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to look at their faces as she tried to act sexy.

With the music playing Charlotte relaxed a little and danced more. She circled the podium, swaying her arse as men cheered and said how sexy she looked.

In a few minutes her worries started to go, and she felt another tingle between her legs.

They all love me.

"Take your clothes off!" One voice shouted.

Her eyes finally opened, and she looked at the dozens of black faces staring at her with glee.

Fuck, I'm such a slut.

In one swift motion her top lifted over her head, and Charlotte stood there with her tits bouncing free for all to gaze at.

More cheers and clapping came, which encouraged Charlotte. She grabbed at her tits, lightly pulling on her nipples as they all watched, and she circled the podium to make sure they all got a good view.

After a few minutes of that Charlotte took off her bottoms, making sure to bend over slowly before standing back up.

That's it, I'm naked in front of everyone.

She could not deny the wetness between her legs, and now the slut that was Charlotte had taken over.

As she danced more, putting on a show for these men, she played with her body. It took everything she had not to just finger herself in front of these men.

Charlotte danced like that for half an hour. Every second of it had her getting wetter and wetter until the music finally stopped.

"Okay," Franklyn's voice returned over the speakers, "time for the next part of the show, the part you all paid for... gentlemen, if you will."

Two black bouncers appeared on the podium with Charlotte and took her small, white body easily into their hands. She didn't fight it. She didn't want to.

Another bouncer brought a bench into the centre of the podium, and Charlotte was laid on her back on top of it. She stayed perfectly still as she felt restraints lock onto her wrists, ankles, and stomach.

She knew she should be worried, but she wasn't. She was too horny.

"Okay men, let's make a line." Franklyn's voice said.

Charlotte turned her head and watched as the many, many black men formed a line that ended up circling around the podium.

The first man walked towards her.

I'm not about to be fucked by all these men?

That did worry Charlotte. Surely that would be too much dick for one woman!

She watched as this tall black man pulled out his thick, dark cock. He smiled at her as he stroked his cock between her legs.

Charlotte closed her eyes and prepared herself for this gangbang to begin.

But then... she felt a warm liquid hit her stomach.

"What?" She burst out and looked down to see him cumming all over her stomach. His thick, creamy load landed on her as he moaned and grunted.

After he finished, the next in line stood beside Charlotte's face and started to wank his own big cock.

Are they all going to cover me in cum?

She thought, and her pussy grew wetter at the thought of so many loads to cover her.

She unavoidably let out a heavy moan just as this second man's cum struck her face and open mouth.

"Yes!" Charlotte moaned, "Cum all over me!"

One by one a different man would approach Charlotte and stroke his big, black cock.

"Cover me in your fucking cum!" Charlotte would moan to them.

Each time a new fresh hot load of cum hit her body, face or legs, Charlotte's pussy gushed.

After the fifteenth person she stopped counting. Already she felt covered head to toe in thick cum. It was all she could smell; it was all that she wanted.

One man eventually came directly onto her pussy, and with her legs spread, the first shot hit her throbbing clit with force. It was the first time she felt physical pleasure, and her body jerked.

"Ooooh fuucckk!" Charlotte shouted as the next man approached, "fuck me! Please fuck me!"

"No can do darling." He replied and stroked his cock.

Another load joined the few that covered her face and hair.

Each shot of cum made Charlotte hornier and hornier. She needed someone to touch her, to make her cum.

"Please!" She begged, "Please someone fuck me!"

They all laughed, but no one did as she asked.

By the end, Charlotte's entire body had a thick layer of hot, creamy cum all over. Other than the thick liquid, Charlotte hadn't been touched, and her body yearned for it. At that moment she would've happily let every one of them fuck her needy, desperate pussy.

All worries about George were gone, and they were replaced with only lust!

And then it was done.

The lights came on, and the room emptied. Even as they were leaving, Charlotte was begging anyone one of them to please fuck her.

The cum around her lips constantly dripped into her tongue, and she could barely open her eyes due to the thick, baby making seed.

And then Michelle reappeared.

"Hey slut," She said with a smile, "you look like a mess."

"Michelle," Charlotte panted, "Please make me cum, I'm begging you."

"Sorry," She replied, "Izaak's orders."

Fuck!

Fortunately, Franklyn's bar had a shower room that Michelle took Charlotte into. She watched to make sure that Charlote didn't make herself cum. A few times Michelle had to slap Charlotte's hand away when it got too close to her clit.

It took a long time to get all that cum off her, but none of it distracted her from the need to be fucked like some dirty whore.

Once dried they got back into Charlotte's car and drove home. Charlotte was so fucking horny that she left a wet patch on her seat beneath her.

As they entered, Charlotte turned to Michelle.

"Please Michelle," She begged, not caring how pathetic she sounded. "I'll lick your pussy, I'll finger you, I'll do anything! Just please let me cum!"

Just walking forced pleasure to course through Charlotte's body and throbbing clit.

"Well, I can't stay," Michelle said and walked towards the stairs. "Izaak wants me to do something, and then I got to go."

"And that is?" Charlotte asked.

"You'll see. Come with me." Michelle said.

She reached for Charlotte's hand and walked upstairs. Feeling this young, beautiful, black woman's hand was like lighting an even bigger fire between Charlotte's legs.

They reached Charlotte's room, and she instantly spotted a few restraints on the bed.

"What's going on?" Charlotte asked.

"Shh," Michelle replied, "take your clothes off."

Any thoughts of arguing with Izaak or Michelle never came to Charlotte's mind anymore and she just got completely naked.

"Lie on the bed." Michelle ordered.

Charlotte did just that and laid there as Michelle went into a few drawers. When she pulled out a blindfold, Charlotte worried a little but didn't say anything.

Instead, she allowed Michelle to take away her sight with the blindfold. Then her wrists were pulled to the corners of the bed and strapped firmly followed by her ankles.

"Try and move." Michelle said.

Charlotte writhed a little, but she only managed to move a few inches. She was properly locked in place.

"Great, now to set up the camera." Michelle said.

"Camera? What?" Charlotte asked and lifted her head, although everything was just darkness.