WIFE GETS BLACKED FOR HUSBAND

This story involves non-consent and use of the N word. If this bothers you I would recommend not reading any further!

The Big House

It was June 21st 2022 when my husband had his first day in jail. He was arrested for fraud which I had no idea about. We have been married for 5 years and to be 25 years old with a husband in prison I was very depressed.

I just couldn't believe this was happening. I still loved my husband with all my heart, I just couldn't believe that he would break the law this way and that we were going to have to spend a year apart whilst he was in prison.

On his last night we had an all night sex session as we both knew it would be a long time until we could do it again.

I let him have sex with me in any position he wanted that night, he chose missionary which was my favourite anyway. When we were finally done, we lay next to each other panting when he turned to me and said.

"Charlotte, are you going to wait for me to get out?"

I stared at him, shocked he would even suggest such a thing. I took his face in my hand and replied.

"Of course I will. I love you! It's only 1 year and you will be home."

We held each other and cried throughout that night, and in the morning he was gone.

I sat at home on my own for a few days, crying and thinking how was I going to continue without him.

My family tried to keep me busy, although a lot of them have turned against George since his conviction, they all still loved me.

My sister Janet actually suggested I start dating again, which we had a huge falling out over! I couldn't believe that she would suggest such a thing! I was married and had I knew I could easily wait a year for him to get out.

It wasn't until 2 weeks later that I was allowed to go and visit him. Sitting opposite each other with a glass wall between us, he looked better than I expected. I assumed he was putting on a happy front for my benefit, but I am glad he didn't look too bad.

"How have they been treating you?" I asked.

"It's not bad you know, I have spoken to a few guys in here and they all seem okay. Maybe this year won't be so bad." He told me which made me very happy.

"That's amazing," I told him and then my face dropped, "I miss you."

"I miss you too. I wish I could touch you and hug you." He told me.

I would love nothing more than to feel his body against mine or have his hand in mine.

"What's the food like?" I asked trying to keep the conversation light.

"Better than my cooking anyway!" He said with a laugh.

It was strange, I wanted to cry, but I laughed with him. Wanting to seem okay myself.

"How often can I see you?" I asked him.

"I think once a week but I'm not sure." He told me.

I made a mental note to find that out, wanting to see him as much as possible.

"How are you doing? Have you managed to find a job?" George asked me.

When George was working, he made enough money for me to not have to work. That has since changed, I have been looking for work but I haven't found anything. Being out of work for 4 years, it's hard to find anyone that wants me.

"Not yet, but I will soon." I told him, not wanting him to worry.

"Just be careful with the savings, you need to make them last." He told me, knowing that once they are done then I have no more money.

"I will, I promise." I told him.

We chatted as usual for the next thirty minutes until we were told it's time to go.

"I will see you as soon as possible!" I told him.

"I hope so, I love you so much!" He said.

"I love you too." I replied with a single tear running down my cheek.

Walking out of the prison, I was wiping away the tears until I got into my car and couldn't hold them in any longer. It took me twenty minutes to control myself and finally drive home.

When I finally got back, my best friend Sarah was outside my house waiting for me.

"Hey, I wanted to check in with you." She said.

Without saying anything, I pulled her in for a hug and started to cry onto her shoulder.

"Why don't we go inside and have a cup of tea?" She suggested which I just nodded in reply.

Once inside, I sat down and Sarah brought me a cup of tea.

"How was he?" She asked.

"He seemed well, sounds like he's made some friends." I told her with a smile.

"That sounds like George, he can talk to anyone." Sarah said. "And how are you?" She asked.

"I'm, okay." I replied, not sure how to answer, "It's all very weird. Being here on my own."

"I bet it is." She replied putting a hand on my thigh to comfort me.

"I miss him so much." I told her and started to cry again.

"Aww hunny I know you do. It'll be okay." She said giving me a hug, "Do you remember our holiday last June to Spain?" She asked.

"Yes," I said blowing my nose, "When you got so drunk we had to carry you to bed?" I said with a laugh.

"That's the one!" She replied laughing with me, "That feels like it was only yesterday, but that was a year ago." She told me.

She was right, a year will fly by and George will be back where he belongs with me.

Sarah stayed with me for a few hours until she had to go back to her family. Being on my own in my house just made everything worse, it was so quiet and lonely.

Getting into bed, I had no tears left to cry and eventually I managed to drift off to sleep thinking of George.

The Fight

"Best way to distract yourself, get some sex!" My friend Kelly said.

"Kelly!" Sarah shouted at her.

They had both come round for dinner to keep me company when Kelly suddenly blurted that out.

"What? I am sure George would understand! You need to get your mind off it!" She argued.

"She doesn't need to hear that right now!" Sarah moaned back to her.

I hated that everyone now saw me as the sad victim. Don't get me wrong, I felt like one, but I didn't want others to see me like that.

So, I put on a smile and tried to joke back to act okay.

"I wouldn't do that to George, besides I have only ever seen his bits, I do not need to see another one!" I laughed.

"Wait?!" Kelly shouted putting her drink down, "You have only ever been with George?!"

"Well, we met when we were 16 remember!" I told her.

"That is crazy!" Kelly argued, "I have slept with more men than I can count!" She told me.

"Oh we know!" Sarah joked sipping her wine.

"Hey sex is great! But only one guy! I don't know how you do it!" Kelly laughed.

"Well, I know I like George's, so why would I need any more?" I said.

"Because they are all different, you don't know what you're missing out on!" She said.

"Not everyone is as slutty as you." Sarah mocked.

"I am slutty, but own it!" Kelly said happily.

"Well I couldn't even think of being with another man, I only want George." I said with a smile, I have always been perfectly happy with George and I know I never needed another man.

"Exactly." Sarah defended me.

"Well, if you ever need some more, let me know. I have loads of guy friends that would love to have a go on you!" Kelly said.

"Kelly!!" Sarah shouted.

"What?" Kelly shouted back, "Charlotte is hot, good tits, curvy arse, skinny! What guy wouldn't want her?"

"I am flattered," I said laughing and shaking my head, "But it's a no."

"Your loss." Kelly said.

It was lovely having the girls round, I almost forgot about my own sadness for a few hours. That was until they left and again, I was alone.

I decided that I needed to distract myself somehow, so I got out the present George got for me before he went to prison.

Opening my draw, I pulled out the rabbit vibrator. Loading up my phone I clicked on a porn video. Nothing major, just a normal guy and girl having sex.

I slowly slid the vibrator inside of me, it was bigger than George so I felt like I was stretching around it but when the vibrating on my clit started I saw stars!

My moaning got louder and louder, my chest was heaving and as I was watching this blond woman having sex I felt my orgasm was building quicker and quicker.

"Yeeessss." I whispered as my orgasm shook through my body.

Cleaning the toy, I managed to fall asleep quiet easily after that.

The next day.

I was visiting George again, signing in I sat down on my side of the glass and waited for him to show up.

My heart felt like it was sinking when he appeared in front of me.

"George?! What the hell happened?!" I asked in shock, he had a giant black eye and a cut on his cheek and lip.

"It's nothing." He replied, not his usual happy self, he seemed deflated.

"No it's not! Tell me now?!" I forced.

"I just had some trouble with a few guys in here." He whispered.

"That is not good enough, I'm telling one of the guards." I said.

This made him panic, his eyes shot wide and he almost shouted down the phone.

"No! That'll just make it worse!" He said.

"I can't just leave this George, if you are getting bullied you have to tell someone." I told him.

"No Charlotte, I can deal with it myself." He told me.

I then saw my husband massively flinch when another inmate walked behind him, looking up I saw a big, black man walking past and grazed his hand against George's back. He looked back at me and he smiled.

He looked big and scary, he was well over 6 foot, his clothes barely held in his muscles and he had a tattoo on his face.

When he was gone, I whispered.

"Was that the man who did this?"

"Yes." He whispered.

"George, you can't just let him do that to you." I said.

"I know, it's just..." He said and then stopped.

"Just what?" I asked.

"Nothing, it's nothing." He replied.

"I can't help you if you don't let me!" I said back to him.

"Just leave it Charlotte. I'm sorry." He said and then stood up abruptly.

"Where are you going?" I shouted down the phone.

"I have to leave, I will speak to you soon. I'm sorry." He replied and walked off.

I couldn't believe it, I have been waiting all week to see him and he just walks off like that after a few minutes! He was getting beaten up in there and I wasn't going to sit back and let it happen.

Standing up, I marched over to a guard and said.

"I want to speak to whoever runs this place."

Looking at me, he said.

"I'm sorry ma'am, he is busy."

"No. I want to see him now!" I shouted back at him.

After a minute of looking at me, the guard sighed and said.

"Follow me."

I walked down the corridor of the prison behind the guard until he led me into an office.

"Can I help you?" The man sat behind the desk asked.

"Do you run this place?" I asked marching into the room.

"Yes." He said.

"Good, my husband George is a new inmate, I just saw him then and he is covered in cuts bruises!" I shouted.

"Did he tell you what happened?" The man asked.

"No, he was too afraid! But a big black man with cornrows and a tattoo on his face walked past and my husband said that he did it!" I told him.

"Hmm, I think I know who you mean." He said leaning back on his chair.

"So, are you going to fix it?" I asked, furious with his none caring attitude.

"I will get right on it, don't you worry." He said.

Although I wasn't happy with his not bothered attitude, I stormed out of the office and headed home.

If I was bad before, I was worse now! What if they kept beating George up, what if they killed him!! I broke down in tears once again and curled into a ball on my bed. Just when I thought this year could go fast, this has to happen!

The Proposed Deal

The last week I was a mess, I was constantly panicking about George. I called the prison a dozen of times to find out what has been done but I was always given a useless answer.

When it finally came to the day I could see him again I was a nervous wreck. Which was made ten times worse when I saw George limping towards his seat and covered in even more bruises.

"George? What's happened?" I asked in shock and sadness.

"Did you tell the Marshall that Tyrone beat me up?" He asked, not even looking at me. Although through his giant black eye it would probably be hard for him to see me anyway.

"I told him that black man with the cornrows did it!" I argued.

"You shouldn't have done that! Now they all think I am a rat, I'm a target now!" He shouted at me.

"I was trying to help!" I argued back.

"I told you to leave it." He whispered angrily back to me.

I thought it would help, I never thought it would make it worse. After a minute, my guilt overpowered me and I had to ask.

"What did they do to you?"

"You.. you don't want to know." He told me.

I was torn, I felt like I needed to know what happened, but it could also make me worse.

"Will they stop now?" I asked.

"No." He replied, as soon as I heard the words my eyes started pouring with tears. Until he spoke again, "They said they would only stop for something in return."

"What is it? Do whatever they want!" I pleaded with him.

"Actually, they want something from you." He whispered to me.

"What do you mean? Like smuggle something in?" I asked, not having any desire to smuggle anything into the prison, but if it would save my husband then I wouldn't even think twice about it. I would do anything to help him.

"No, not that." He stuttered. I could tell he was trying to speak, but the words weren't coming.

"Then what?" I asked him.

"They want you to, do something." He said.

Losing my patience I shouted, "George just tell me!!"

George looked at me for a minute, I could see a tear falling from his one good eye as he whispered.

"He has a friend, Izaak, they want you to.... To..."

"To what?!" I urged him.

"They want you to let him use you." He suddenly blurted out.

I shot back in my chair, not quiet believing what he just said and taking a moment to process the information.

"What do you mean?" I asked, although I could guess what he meant, I prayed it wasn't that.

"Tyrone, the guy with the cornrows. He said if you give Izaak a blowjob, he will stop beating on me." George whispered out, sniffing his nose as a few tears came down his face.

I didn't believe what I just heard.

"George, I... I..." I couldn't find the words.

"I don't want you to do it Charlotte. I will find another way." He suddenly said to me.

"What if you can't?" I asked, as much as the thought made me feel sick, I would do anything to help my husband.

"I will Charlotte, don't worry." He said pressing his hand against the glass.

Moving mine to meet his I whispered.

"How can I not worry."

We barely spoke for a few minutes after that and before I knew it, it was time for me to go. We both said I love you and then I left.

In my car, I sat in shock. I can't believe they have told that to George. That they want me to give someone a blowjob in return to not hurting him! I felt like I was in on sick film, like this wasn't really happening to me.

Driving home, I couldn't help but think about it. If things got worse, I knew I would do this for George, I just pray to god that it didn't get worse.

When I got home, I searched the internet for help or for people that have experience things like this but it was no use. I couldn't find anything, most of what I said told me to report it to the marshal, but when I did that it just made things worse.

I didn't sleep a wink that night, the whole time my mind was racing with what was going to happen.

The next few days were the same, my friends and family tried to call me but I just ignored them. I know that they would try and distract me, but nothing could distract me from this. No one could help me and there was no way I could tell anyone about this. I stopped looking for jobs altogether, I couldn't possibly go for an interview in this state.

It was three days after seeing George when my phone rang. Answering it, there was a robot voice telling me it was a call from prison and I confirmed I wanted receive it.

"George?" I asked quickly.

"Charlotte." I heard George's voice, but he sounded rough and hors.

"What's happened?" I questioned.

"It's got worse." He said down the phone, I could almost hear the sadness in his voice.

"Oh." Is all I could say back to him.

"I am so sorry Charlotte." He said.

"Don't apologise George, it's not your fault." I replied as my stomach felt sick.

"I told them that you would do it." He suddenly said which took me back. I knew if I had to then I would, but George giving me to them without asking me, I almost couldn't believe it.

"Charlotte?" He asked when I didn't reply.

"I'm still here." I bluntly replied, in shock of the situation before me.

"I can't take it any longer, I'm sorry." He replied.

A lump formed in my throat, trying to stay strong for my husband I gathered myself and said back.

"It's okay, when?"

"Tomorrow, he has given me an address for you to go to." George said, I grabbed a pen and wrote down the address.

"Charlotte, I love you." He said to me.

"I love you too." I said and suddenly the phone cut out.

I looked at the address in my hand, it was about twenty minutes' drive away. Sitting down I poured myself a glass of wine.

I know I was going to do it, I had to. It wasn't a choice, I would do what I have to in order to protect my husband.

Meeting Izaak

I was just out of the shower, looking at myself in the mirror with just a towel around me.

"This is it, be brave." I said to myself.

Getting dressed, I put on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. Ready to do what I had to, ready to see only the second cock in my life.

Getting into my car, I put the address onto Google Maps and headed off. It took me just over twenty minutes until I pulled up to the house. It was a bit of a rough area and I was panicking about leaving my BMW out on the street, but right now I had more important things to worry about.

Walking down the path, I knocked on the door, when no one answered for a minute I was happy, thinking that no one was home. That was until the door unlocked and opened.

"You must be George's girl." He said.

I looked at him, he was a very tall, very muscly black man. His white teeth shined from his smile and he had deep, brown eyes. With his very short, black hair he could be considered a model, if I didn't know he was a member of some sort of gang.

"My... My name is Charlotte." I nervously said, looking up at this man who was twice my size.

"Get in here." He said opening the door.

I followed him in, the inside looked as bad as the outside. It had a ripped sofa, battered tables and a few glasses hanging around. I felt his big hand on my back ushering me further and I nearly jumped out of my skin in panic.

"Calm down little girl, we both know why you are here." He said, his voice was deep and manly.

I wasn't racist in the slightest, but I just never have had much contact with black people in my life, I definitely have never thought about them in a sexual way. Although I had to admit, if it wasn't for these circumstances, I would probably find Izaak attractive.

I stayed perfectly still in the middle of his living room as Izaak walked over and sat down on his sofa with his legs spread. He was wearing green shorts and a black t-shirt. Smiling at me, he said.

"You know what you are here for don't you?"

"Yes." I whispered keeping my eyes on the floor.

"And what is that?" He asked.

"To give you a blowjob." I told him.

"That's right, and in return. Tyrone will leave your husband alone." He said. When I looked up at him, he was grinning at me. "Well, get on your knees." He ordered.

I knew that I had to do it, so why fight it. I did as he said and lowered myself onto his soft carpet.

"Good, crawl to me." He said.

Silently, I crawled on my hands and knees until I was between his legs.

"Good girl, look at me." He ordered.

Looking up, I could see how much he was enjoying this.

"You ever been with a black man before?" He asked.

"N-no." I stuttered.

"Well that's about to change, I'm sure it'll be a lot different to that little white husband of yours." He said.

I hated how he just spoke about George, but I knew better than to argue against him.

"Take my cock out." He ordered.

My hands were trembling as I reach his shorts, wrapping my fingers around the waistband I slowly pulled them down. Izaak lifted off the sofa so I could pull them fully off. When I looked back up I saw it. His cock.

It was, huge, black, mesmerizing.

He was so much bigger than George, at least twice the size and as dark as the night sky. He must have caught me staring at it as he gave out a little chuckle and said.

"That's the reaction most of you white girls give when you first see a nigger cock."

I couldn't believe he just said that, the fact that he thinks I am like most white girls he gets to use and the fact he just used the n word.

"Grab it." He ordered.

Doing as I was told, I raised my hand from the ground and wrapped my fingers around his big, black cock. It was so big I couldn't even get my fingertips to touch. I honestly can't believe someone's cock could be this big.

Without thinking, I slowly began to move my hand up and down, watching his skin move as I firmly gripped onto his dark meat.

"There you go, all white girls succumb in the end." He said.

"I'm only here for my husband." I told him in my defence as I continued to slowly wank his giant cock.

"Whatever you say white girl. Now, suck my cock!" He firmly ordered.

I looked at his dick, there was a small shine of precum on the tip that I felt go onto my hands as I slowly wanked him.

Pulling my hand back, I grabbed onto my hair and pulled it behind my head and tied it up.

Placing a hand on either of his thighs, my pale, white skin on his dark legs looked amazing.

Looking at him one last time smiling at me, I locked eyes with his cock, opened my mouth and slowly leant forward.

As I got closer my mind betrayed me, the smell was intoxicating and soon I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my wet tongue. Instinctively I closed my soft lips and wrapped them around only the second cock in my life.

I have given George a lot of blowjobs so I knew what I was doing, but his cock was nothing like this one. It hurt my jaw just to fit it inside.

"Good girl." He whispered as I closed my eyes, with my lips tightly around his cock I slowly pulled back and sucked on the head of his dick until it left my mouth and my lips met again.

Giving a small kiss to the head of his cock, I opened my mouth and leaned forward again.

I knew that I had to do a good job if I was going to help George.

Taking more of his massive pole into my mouth, I lifted my tongue and slowly swirled it around the giant, black head as I slowly moved my mouth slightly up and down on the cock. My right hand moved and wrapped around the shaft as I sucked on the head of his cock.

"Fucking hell, have you ever sucked a cock before?!" He grunted.

Was I not doing a good job? Looking up at him he suddenly said.

"Let me show you." And then his big black hand landed on my head and harshly pushed me down.

"Glllggggggggggggg!" I gagged as his cock hit my throat and he held my head down, without being able to breath I started to panic and slapped his thighs. That's when he released my head and I pulled myself up gasping for air.

A trial of spit went from my mouth to his cock as I was breathing heavily.

"Fuck!" I gasped.

"That's more like it, now get back to my dick!" He ordered.

I looked up at him, not believing he is treating me this way.

Looking back at his cock, I used my hand to wipe my mouth and spread it all over his giant cock and wrapped my lips back around it.

After being gagged so hard, this felt easy now and I was quickly bobbing up and down on his cock. Rubbing my spit filled tongue along the head I could hear him moaning above me.

When I firmly flicked my tongue from underneath his cock to the top I felt him twitch and I knew he liked it.

"Oh yeah, you love that black cock now don't you slut." Izaak suddenly moaned.

I couldn't fucking believe it! If anyone called me a slut I would kick off, but when he said it I accidentally moaned "mhmmmm." In response.

Looking up at him with his giant snake in my mouth he was smiling down on me.

When I first started I was indifferent, knowing I was doing this for George, but something has changed in me know. I was enjoying this. I never cared about sucking George's cock, but I wanted to please this black man.

Sucking my lips hard around his cock I forced my head up and down faster and deeper on his cock. Rubbing my spit all over his shaft that couldn't fit in my mouth, I spread it all over his smooth, big balls and played with them as I choked on his big, black meat.

"Fuck yes, that's it white girl." Izaak moaned as I felt his hand return to my head.

Bracing myself, he started to push my head deeper and deeper. Feeling his cock hitting my throat I gagged again but he carried on pushing me.

"Glllggg!" I gagged again as I felt every inch of his big, black cock sliding down my throat.

Spit was pouring out of the rims of my lips and dripping down my chin as he held me deep down on him.

"GLLGGGGGGGG!!" I gagged feeling my throat vibrating his massive fucking dick!

"Fuck yes you white fucking whore!!!" He grunted as he held me down.

My head started to go light from not being able to breath, trying to push myself away was no use and he held me deep down.

Feeling more and more spit pour down my chin, he eventually released my head and I went flying backwards gasping for air.

"Come here you fucking slut." He grunted and stood up.

I was leaning back on my hands when Izaak gripped my hair and pulled me towards his cock.

"You're about to choke more on this nigger cock!" He moaned.

Opening my mouth, he pulled my hair harshly and shoved his cock down my throat. Holding me still I was just in for the ride now.

"Gllg...gluggg...glglgg!" Were the noises coming out of my mouth as he fucked my mouth time and time again.

My hair hurt from him gripping it so hard but all I could focus on was the giant cock fucking my mouth like a pussy, forcing me to think what it would feel like inside of me.

I could feel spit flying out of my mouth as I held onto him for balance, it felt like he was fucking my face forever when he grunted.

"Here I cum slut!"

I was expecting to swallow his cum, when he suddenly pulled his cock out and started firing all over my face.

In shock, one load of cum hit me directly in the eye. Closing them I felt his cum covering all over my face and hair, a big shot hitting for forehead, then my cheeks and then over my lips. I kept my mouth closed but I instinctively licked my lips and I had to admit his cum was delicious.

"That was good for your first time with a black cock." He complimented me and then sat down.

With my one good eye, I looked at him and gave a nervous smile.

"Can... Can I go now?" I asked.

"Of course, I will let Tyrone know what a good job you did." He told me and then weirdly I replied.

"Thanks."

Picking myself up, I walked to my car and looked at myself in the mirror.

I was completely covered in thick cum, all over my face and a lot in my hair. My throat was sore from his cock going so deep and my eye was stinging from the cum.

Driving home wasn't the easiest with only one eye open but I managed it and quickly got myself into the shower.

While I was washing myself, I moved my hands down and when my ringer ran across my swollen clit my body shook in pleasure.

"Fuuckk." I moaned.

Have I really gotten this horny from what just happened?

I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't help myself. I started to rub my clit as the shower water hit my body, faster and faster my throbbing clit was causing waves of pleasure to wash over me.

"Fuuuuckkk!" I moaned in the shower and grabbed onto the wall for balance as my orgasm rocked me entirely.

I finished cleaning myself and put a towel on, sat in front of the mirror while I was drying my hair, I almost felt like what just happened wasn't real. Like it was a dream or my imagination. Although the sore throat made me know that it was true.

I felt bad about what had just happened, but there was nothing I could do. I had to do it to save George.

Rewards of a Good Blowjob

I haven't heard off of George the last few days, but it was now the day I get to visit him again. I just hoped that they did as they promised and left him alone.

I was hopeful, but until I knew for sure then I was still a nervous wreck.

Walking into the prison, I sat down and anxiously waited for George. When I saw him walking over, still with a slight limp but definitely better he sat down and I said.

"Hi, how are you?"

He looked at me for a minute until he replied.

"So, you did it?"

"Y-yes, I did." I told him and then hung my head.

"They, they were happy with what you did." He told me. I looked up at him almost with a smile and said.

"So they are leaving you alone?"

"Yes." He told me bluntly.

"What's wrong? That's good isn't it?" I asked.

"They said that you loved it, that you were really dirty and enjoying yourself. They said," and then he paused, "They said that you were moaning while deep throating his cock."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was his fault that I had to do it in the first place and now he is mad at me?!

"George! I did that for you! I didn't want to do it! I did it to save you! Do you think I want to be sucking some black man's cock?!" I almost shouted in anger.

"No," He said and then hung his head, "I'm sorry, I know."

"Look George, it's over. You're safe and that's all that matters. We can just forget about it." I told him.

Then he looked up and smiled at me, his face was still bruised but it was definitely going down.

"You're right. I love you so much." He told me.

"I love you too." I said with a smile.

After that, we spoke like normal. It was nice and as though nothing was wrong.

When it was time to leave we said goodbye and that I will see him next week.

Getting home, I actually had a smile on my face. I helped my husband, yes, not in the usual way but that doesn't matter. He was safe and we were going to get through this year, I know it.

That night, I ordered a take away and got into bed early. With my worries washed away, I found myself getting horny.

Slowly moving my hand down I started to rub my clit and I found myself getting wetter and wetter. Pulling out the vibrator, I easily slid it deep inside of me and had the vibration on my clit.

Closing my eyes, I couldn't help but picture Izaak's cock in my head. I tried to push the thoughts away but after a point it was no use, I thought of his giant, black cock. My moaning got heavier and heaver as I pushed the vibrator deeper into me, picturing his fat cock fucking my face again. When I pictured his cock instead of the vibrator a huge orgasm hit me.

It took a while for my body to stop shaking.

When it did, I put the vibrator away and easily fell asleep.

The next few days, I almost felt like myself again. I went to see my parents, but not my sister Janet as I still wasn't talking to her.

The next Friday I went out for a few drinks with Sarah and Kelly again. After two glasses of wine, once again Kelly started talking about sex like she always does and I suddenly had an urge to ask her.

"Have you ever been with a black man?"

Both of them nearly spit out their drinks at my question, always being the innocent one of the group they never expected anything like this from me.

"A few." Kelly eventually said with a laugh, "Why?"

"You just hear these stories don't you, about their size." I said with a laugh sipping my wine.

"Well," Kelly said with a laugh, "from my experience it is true!"

"Really?" Sarah asked joining in the conversation.

"Well, I have only actually been with two black men but they were both pretty big. Not the biggest I've been with but still big." She said.

"Interesting." Sarah replied drinking from her glass.

"Have you never been with a black man before?" Kelly asked Sarah.

"No I never got the chance before I met my husband." Sarah replied.

"Shame." Kelly replied.

I looked at them both, feeling tipsy I was laughing in my head, if only they knew what I got up to last week! They would probably go crazy!

A few drinks later, I was a little more tipsy when I suddenly blurted out.

"God I miss sex!"

"Charlotte!" They both shouted in unison.

"What?" I laughed out.

"Get yourself some toys." Kelly told me.

"I have one, but it's not as good." I told her.

"True, nothing beats a real cock fucking you!" Kelly said.

The rest of the night was great, we drank more wine and laughed and I felt normal again.

It was nearly midnight by the time I stumbled onto my house. All of the sex talk has gotten me incredibly horny so I found myself to my bed and pulled out the vibrator. Moving my hands down I realised I was soaking wet!

With my inhibitions gone, I instantly thought of Izaak's big, hard cock. Then I decided to do something different, I loaded up Blacked porn.

Clicking on a video, I saw a blonde white woman on her knees sucking on a huge black man's dick.

Pushing the vibrator inside of me, I could feel my pussy tightening around the toy as I slowly pushed it in and out of me. Not turning the vibrator on, I wanted this feeling of having sex to last.

As the video progressed, the girl was now on her hands and knees getting fucked very hard by the big, black cock. I couldn't believe what I was watching, my sex has always been very vanilla, usually just the missionary position but this girl was moaning so much by being fucked so hard.

As I pushed the toy in and out of me, I started to wonder what it was like to get fucked like that.

When the black man sat down, I watched the girl's pussy slowly sliding down his dick until he was balls deep inside of her.

"Mmmm." I moaned to myself as I watched her riding the cock with passion, taking so much dick inside of her.

Turning on the vibrations, my moaning got louder and louder, unable to control myself I screamed so much when my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks!

It took a good while for me to come down from my orgasm, my body shacking and twitching all over.

When I eventually pulled out the toy from my drenched pussy, I placed it back into my draw and fell back to sleep with ease.

A New Deal

The next few days flew by, I was back looking for work again and felt like my old self. I was happy.

When the day came to visit George I had a huge smile on my face and walked in the prison with joy. Sitting down, I eagerly waited for him to appear. He was late though, looking at my watch if he didn't come soon then we might not get to see each other.

Then I suddenly saw him walking towards me. Jumping off my seat I smiled and watched as my husband walked over.

My smile slowly faded when I saw his limp had gotten worse, he was looking to the ground and I couldn't see his face. My heart felt like it was sinking, have they hurt him again?

Finally sitting down, George kept his face down until I eventually said to him.

"George, look at me."

Slowly, his face appeared and I couldn't believe what I saw, they had battered him worse than before.

"What the fuck?!" I shouted, "Did they hurt you again?!"

"Yes." He whispered to me.

"But we had a deal! I did what they asked!!" I moaned back, not believing that after being forced to suck Izaak's cock they would still do this.

"I know, but they wanted something and when I said no, they did it again." He told me.

"What did they want?" I asked although I assumed they wanted me to give another blowjob, the thought making me feel sick.

"They want you again." He told me.

"They can't keep doing that! We had a deal, I did what they asked!" I said back in defiance.

"That's what I said, but they don't care." He told me.

I could've cried seeing how much pain he was in, but I needed to be strong for him. Straightening my back I said to him.

"I'll do it."

"What?" He asked in shock.

"If it means keeping you safe, I will give him another blowjob. But this has to be the last time." I whispered.

"They don't want a blowjob." He suddenly told me.

"W-what do they want?" I asked as my hands began to tremble in my lap.

"They, they want you to have sex with him." George suddenly whispered which made me fall back into my seat.

"What?! I can't do that!! A blowjob is one thing but sex is too much!!" I argued back.

"That's what I said," He whispered, "But..."

"But what?" I asked.

"They said, if you don't let Izaak fuck you, then they will fuck me." He said.

This can't be real, this can't be happening! There is no way this is true!

"They wouldn't do that!" I said back to him. When his eyes diverted from mine, he whispered.

"Trust me, they would."

Have they already done this to him? Have they fucked George?!

"George, what have they done?" I asked.

"I'm sorry Charlotte, I'm so sorry." He whispered.

I could see the pain on his face, the fear and sadness that was taking over him. Shocking even myself I said, "Okay."

"Okay what?" He blurted out, his eyes staring back at me.

"I'll do it, if they promise to leave you alone." I told him.

"Charlotte you can't, I won't let you." He told me.

"George, you can't keep letting them do this. I can help you." I pleaded with him to agree.

It took him a few minutes, but eventually he replied "Okay, if you are sure?"

"I just can't believe this is happening." I told him.

"I know, neither can I." He said.

"When do they want me to go?" I asked, trying to act brave when my insides were breaking.

"Tomorrow night." He told me.

"Okay." I replied.

"You don't have to." George said.

"I do though don't I!" I argued back.

My emotions were mixed, I wanted to help my husband, but he was the one that got us into this mess. He broke the law, he got himself in prison and now I was going to have to have sex with someone else for him!

"I'm sorry Charlotte." He whispered looking at me.

"I know." I told him.

We sat in silence after that, until the guards said it was time to leave.

As usual, we said we love each other and then I left.

Driving home, my head was spinning. A blowjob was one thing, but I loved that George was the only man I have slept with. But that is going to change now.

When I got home, I sat on my sofa with a cup of tea. I couldn't even cry, I was too much of a mess emotionally.

Doing What I Must

This was it, I was getting ready once again to drive over to Izaak's house. Out of the shower, I was drying my hair in the mirror and putting on my make-up. If I was going to do this, I was going to do a good job and hopefully this time, it will be the end.

Putting on a blue, baggy dress, I got in my car and drove over to Izaak's house. The entire drive I was having to psych myself up, at every red light I had the urge to turn around but I knew I couldn't. If I didn't do this, then god knows what they will do to George.

Pulling up to his house, I locked my car and double checked, still panicking it might get robbed in this neighbourhood.

When I knocked on his door, my hands were shaking.

"Hey, glad to see you came." Izaak said answering the door, flashing me his perfect white teeth.

I had forgotten just how big he was, arching my neck to look at him, I gave a fake smile and said.

"I couldn't exactly say no."

"Oh don't be like that, I'm sure you will enjoy yourself." He said. I am glad he was being nice to me, but I had a job to do, this wasn't for pleasure.

He opened the door and I followed Izaak inside, he was wearing black jeans and a white vest, from behind I could see just how muscly he was. His back looked like it was chiselled. I expected him to lead me to the sofa again, but instead I followed him up the narrow stairs and into a bedroom.

The bed was made but the walls looked battered and the light and no lamp shade over it.

"Come and get me ready." He said turning around and smiling at me.

Not saying a word, I walked over to him and dropped to my knees. Face to face with his crotch, I undid his jeans and pulled them down. I could see his cock was soft in his boxers, but even soft it looked huge.

Wrapping my fingers around the waist band, I pulled them down and unleashed his big pole. Without wasting any time, I picked the soft cock in my hand and still had to stretch my mouth wide to get it in.

Wrapping my lips around the soft cock, I slowly massaged my tongue along his head and I could feel it slowly going hard in my mouth. It was a strange and wonderful feeling having his cock getting harder in my mouth, knowing that I was giving this big, black man pleasure.

It didn't take long for him to be fully hard and I had just over his head in my mouth, slowly moving my soft, wet lips up and down on his cock.

"Mmm that's good." He moaned running his hands through my hair as I slowly bobbed back and forth.

I could taste his precum on my tongue, bringing back memories of last time, I savoured the taste as I attempted to take more of him into my mouth.

Izaak clearly didn't want to waste any time, grabbing my head he started to thrust in and out of my mouth.

"Glluug....glluuggg...glggg!" I kept gagging over and over as he fucked my face.

Holding my head still I allowed him to keep using my face like a pussy, slowly I felt my spit starting to drip down my chin and then he suddenly forced my head deeper and once again I felt this giant cock hitting my throat.

"Gllllllgggggggggg!" I gagged around the cock as he held me down. Struggling to breath, I opened my eyes in panic and could feel the watering from being choked so hard.

"Fuuckk yeess you little white slut!" I moaned as he kept his cock lodged down my throat.

Letting go I fell backwards to the ground and looked up at him, pulling his vest of I marvelled at his amazing body. He was an adonise of a man and his body looked like that of a god.

"Take your clothes off." He ordered.

When I stood up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my make up was streaming down my face and I looked a mess.

Pulling my dress over my head, I stood before him in just my underwear. Izaak was smiling as I unhooked my bra to let out my breasts and then carried on to stare as I stepped out of my black thong.

Standing perfectly still, Izaak walked around me. When he was behind me, I felt his strong hand grip onto my arse cheek and sent shivers throughout my body.

"Very nice." He whispered, "Lie down on the bed."

Doing as he said, I made my way to his bed, lying on my back I looked up at him as he walked over. His abs were so prominent and his pecks remained solid as he walked. When he reached me, I automatically spread my legs. Knowing I was about to have sex with this black man, who's cock is twice the size of anything that has been in me before.

Before I knew it, Izaak's head disappeared between my legs and I felt his long, thick tongue flicking against my clit.

"Oooohhh." I moaned out at the unexpecting act. George didn't like going down on me which I never minded, but this felt amazing!

I could feel every stroke of his wet tongue against my clit, when he moved his tongue to move up and down my pussy lips I could feel my own breathing getting heavier.

I had no intention of enjoying anything that happened here today, but this was definitely making the whole ordeal easier.

Looking down at his dark skin between my pale legs, the contrast sent a shock of pleasure through me and I felt my legs begin to trembly as he explored my pussy entirely.

When I felt one of his thick fingers slide into my pussy my back instinctively arched up and I let out a loud moan.

"I knew you would like this." He whispered as his finger pushed deeper and deeper inside of me until he was knuckle deep.

His finger hitting all the right spots and his tongue massaging my throbbing clit, I could feel my orgasm building and building.

"Oh my god." I whispered in a moan as my chest heaved up and down.

Without thinking, my hands went down to and rested on his head as he kept fingering and licking me.

"Mmmm." I kept moaning.

It was like Izaak knew the exact moment I was about to cum because I felt his finger and his tongue leave my pussy.

"Noooo." I moaned without meaning too, looking down I saw Izaak looking up and smiling at me.

Then he began to work his way up my body, his thick, soft lips landing on my waist, my stomach, my nipples. My body was trembling all over and when he reached my neck I felt like I was going to explode.

Finally, his hands landed on either side of me and his head was directly above mine. Smiling down at me, I panicked that he was going to try and kiss me. This was romantic, I didn't want to kiss, I was here for one reason only.

Instead, I watched him reach down and grip onto his giant cock and he began to rub it up and down my dripping pussy.

"Please go slow, you're so big." I whispered looking into his dark, brown eyes.

Smiling, Izaak said.

"I will, but soon you will be begging for more of this black cock!"

When I felt the head line up with my wet hole I let out a gasp. Izaak started to push and I could feel my tight pussy being stretched around his cock.

This was it, I was about to have only the second cock in my life. Weirdly enough, I was no longer afraid or panicking. Izaak has gotten me so horny and he knew it.

As he smiled down on me, I felt his black schlong pressing deeper and deeper inside of.

The air from my lungs were being pushed out of me as I gasped at the feeling of this cock filling me up entirely.

"You're. so. big." I whispered out.

"You only have half in, my white slut." Izaak whispered.

HALF?! Fucking hell how can I take the whole thing!

Deeper and deeper, I felt his cock stretching my little pussy. It was never ending, he was going deeper in me than anything before and hitting new spots inside of me that have never been touched.

When I felt his skin press against mine, I looked down and saw that I had a giant cock balls deep inside of me.

"Fuuuuckkkk!!!" I moaned out as I felt like his cock was in my stomach.

"There you go." Izaak moaned back to me.

I could not believe it! My legs were uncontrollably shaking as he held himself fully inside of me and my back arched up with my chest heaving.

Izaak remained in me like this for a few minutes, my pussy was stretched beyond belief but he was giving me time to get used to it.

I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, soaking his black cock as I slowly got used to the size. Izaak knew this, he smiled at me and I felt him slowly retracting his meat from me and then slowly pushing back in.

"Ooooh god." I panted when I felt him leave me and return.

Again and again, he was slowly thrusting in and out of me, I was in a mix of pain and pleasure. Every time he pushed balls deep inside of me it hurt, but my body was shaking with joy.

When Izaak started to pick up his pace, my body reacted. Taking his cock nearly all the way out of me and then pushing it back in, my quiet moans got louder.

Over and over, he fucked me a little faster with each thrust. Without thinking, I brought my hands to his waist and felt his firm muscles for the first time in my hands. I tried to slow him down but Izaak had no intention of doing so.

He started to fuck me properly now, his body moving as he took his cock entirely out of me and then plunged it back in. His skin was slapping against mine and the sound of my wet pussy taking his cock echoed around the room.

My head was going, lost in lust as he fucked me over and over.

"Oh, fuck, yes." I kept moaned.

I was losing myself to the moment and I brought my hands against his abs, feeling his smooth skin and pressing onto his chest. His body is fucking amazing and he was fucking me so good. This wasn't like with George, George made love to me, Izaak was fucking me.

"You like that black cock now don't you?" He moaned.

"Oh god," I moaned out, closing my eyes, not wanting to look at him and knowing the pleasure I was in.

"Say it slut!" He moaned thrusting into me harder.

"Fuck yes!!" I shouted.

Feeling his big balls hitting against me at every thrust, I couldn't believe that sex could feel this fucking good

"You love this nigger cock fucking you?!" He grunted.

"Yes! I love it!" I moaned uncontrollably.

"I bet your husband doesn't fuck you like this!" Izaak moaned.

I couldn't speak, I didn't want to say anything against my husband so I bit my lip to not let any noise out.

"Answer me you fucking slut!" Izaak suddenly shouted, wrapping his hand around my throat. Putting fear into me but also weirdly pleasure. Wanting to please him whilst he chocked me I moaned loudly.

"No, he doesn't fuck me like this at all!!"

When I said that it was like the dam broke, gripping onto his strong back an earth shattering orgasm hammered into me.

"FUUCK MEEEEEE!!" I screamed out.

My entire body tensed up and my legs shook around his black body, my moaning was fucking loud and Izaak fucked me harder and harder throughout me cumming, tightening his grip around my throat as he fucked me like a fucking god!

"That's it white girl. Cum all over this nigger cock!" He grunted as he fucked me harder and harder.

After cumming, any resistance was now gone. I wrapped my pale legs around his black waist and pulled him deeper into me, moaning like a bitch in heat.

"Fuck me! Fuck! Give me that black cock!" I shouted.

Pulling out of me, Izaak sat up and ordered, "Turn over slut!"

As if my mind was under his control, I turned around and got myself onto all fours, sticking my arse into the air.

When I felt his firm hands on my thighs my pussy twitched with anticipation. I didn't expect to love this so much, but my body was in heaven.

Feeling the head of his cock pressing against my soaking pussy, I let out a loud moan.

"How badly do you want my cock back in you?" He asked, holding just the tip against my hole.

My inhibitions were gone, without thinking I tried to push back and moaned.

"Please put it back in me!"

"You want my big, black cock in your white cunt?" He asked moving his cock back.

"Yes! Shove your huge black cock in my white fucking cunt!!" I shouted in desperation.

"FUUUCKKK!!" I screamed when he pushed balls deep inside of me in one go, my pussy ached with being stretched so wide and in this position he felt even deeper into me.

"I'm going to fill you little pussy with my cum!" He told me as he fucked me.

I was on the pill so I knew there was no danger of getting pregnant, and wanting to do anything to keep him happy, I moaned loudly as he fucked me hard!

"Cum... In.... My... Pussy!!"

My body was shaking forward with every thrust in and out of me. My arms collapsed under me from the pleasure and my face was pressing against the bed as his skin slapped against mine.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I couldn't get any other words out, his black dick taking over my entire body.

I felt like the girl in the porn I watched and I couldn't believe it but I fucking loved it!!

SPANK!

"You like that you white bitch?!" Izaak grunted.

"Yes! Fuck me!" I shouted back.

Izaak fucked me like this for what felt like hours. My body was a loose mess and I was drenched in sweat.

"I'm about to cum!!" He moaned out.

Lost in this sexual experience, I wasn't even thinking of George anymore when I shouted.

"Cum in my fucking cunt!!!"

Feeling his cock unload inside of me forced another orgasm out of me.

"I'M FUCKING CUUUMMINGGGGG!!!" I screamed as my pussy gets flooded with this big, black man's cum.

Izaak kept fucking me as hard as ever throughout my orgasm, I could feel my pussy clenching around his cock, milking every last drop of cum out of him.

Eventually, my body gave up out of exhaustion and I flopped onto the bed, feeling his dick slipping out of me, my pussy felt battered and gaped as his cum slowly poured out of it.

"Fucking hell, that was one tight cunt." Izaak said.

I heard him leaving the room, but I was too weak to move. I don't know how long I stayed there for, it felt like forever. At some point I heard him come back in and say.

"That was great slut. But it's time for you to fuck off."

Gathering my strength, I picked myself up. I could feel sweat all over my tits and back. When I stood up my legs felt like jelly and I nearly fell over, grabbing onto the bed for support.

"Fucking hell hurry up." Izaak moaned.

Reaching down, I grabbed my underwear. Feeling his cum dripping down my leg, I pulled them up. Then put on my bra and finally threw my dress back on.

Walking down the stairs felt like a mammoth task and Izaak didn't say bye when I finally left.

Once I was in my car, I needed a few minutes to compose myself before I thought I could drive.

Stumbling into my house, I fell onto my bed and just lay there.

I can't believe it, the things I said, what Izaak did to me. I felt like it wasn't me, like I became someone else for a while.

Once I undressed, I traced my fingers to my aching pussy, it was sore to touch and I could feel his cum still inside of me.

Lying down I passed out into a deep sleep.

A Jealous Husband

The next few days went very quickly, I was constantly thinking about my time with Izaak. The things I felt were like no other and even though I used my vibrator it didn't come close to the pleasure I had with him.

When the day came to see George, I prayed that they haven't harmed him again.

I know that I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Izaak, but I didn't want to do it again. It was like I got to have the experience, but now it's over. That wasn't me, that isn't who I am.

When he sat down, he didn't have any new bruises, but he didn't look happy. Quickly I asked.

"Have they stopped hurting you?"

"Yeah, they have." He grunted out.

"What's wrong? That's good news." I said with a smile.

"They told me everything that happened." He bluntly said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"They said you orgasmed twice, that you said you loved it. That you begged for it!" He almost shouted at me.

I was fucking furious! Who is he to get mad at me! It's his fucking fault I had to do it!!"

"Don't even start George!! I only did that for you!!" I shouted back.

"I didn't think you would enjoy it! You let another man fuck you and you loved it!" He argued back.

"I can't believe you're angry at me! Because of YOU I had to let a stranger have sex with me! Because of YOU I had to whore myself out! And now you have the audacity to get mad at me for doing it!!" I shouted so loud that one of the guards had to tell me to keep my voice down.

"Okay, I'm sorry." He whispered, "I just didn't think you would like it, I don't know, I know it's stupid."

"Oh George, it's done. It's over, we can never talk about it again." I told him.

"He wants to talk to you." George suddenly whispered.

"Who?" I asked.

"Tyrone, the leader of them in here." He whispered again as though in fear.

My hands shook and I panicked at the thought, stuttering I replied.

"W-why?"

"I don't know, but I have to go now. He will be here in a minute." He said.

"George? Don't!" I pleaded.

"I'm sorry." He said standing up, "I love you."

"George! I love you too." I shouted as he walked away.

Suddenly the black man with cornrows appeared in front of me.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He said with a smile.

This man was huge, the tattoo on his face just making him look even scarier.

"H-hi." I stuttered.

"Izaak said you were a great fuck. One of the best white girls he's been with." He laughed.

"Erm, thankyou?" I nervously replied, deadly frightened by this man.

"So, here's what's going to happen." Tyrone said and my panic doubled, what more does me want from me?!

"Izaak was so happy with how good you were, and he told us how much you loved taking his black cock!" Tyrone said making me feel very uncomfortable with how loud he was being, "So he is going to move in with you."

"What?!" I shouted with my jaw wide open.

"Little Georgie told us you are struggling to find work. So, Izaak is moving in with you and we will sort out your money. You just have to do what he says, always." He explained.

"I- I can't do that." I stuttered, not believing the wildness of what he just proposed.

"Well then we are going to have a problem little girl." Tyrone said, smiling he leant forward and whispered, "If you don't let Izaak in and do whatever he wants to you, then we are going to have to do it to George instead."

Oh my god! They would attack and rape and do god knows what to George!! For all I know they will kill him. My head was spinning and I almost threw up until Tyrone finally said.

"So, what do you say?"

His big grin haunted my very sole. Feeling beads of sweat coming from my forehead, my face felt pale when I replied.

"Okay."

What other option do I have? It's this or let them do it to George.

"Good, he will bring his stuff round tomorrow."

And just like that, he was gone.

It took me a few minutes to get the strength to stand up, the entire drive home I felt light headed and weak.

As soon as I got through the door I ran to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet.

"Fuck." I whispered wiping my mouth.

The next day.

I sat on my sofa all day, my legs twitching and my hands playing in my thigh. I was a nervous wreck, and then I saw a car pull outside. I battered old thing and opening the door I saw Izaak getting out.

I walked to the door, tempted to keep it locked and not let him in, but I couldn't, I couldn't risk it.

Opening the door, Izaak had a big bag in his hand, smiling he shouted.

"Come get my stuff."

Walking over to him, I grabbed two of his bags and showed him inside.

"Fucking hell slut, this place is nice!" He said walking around and throwing his bags onto the floor in the living room.

When he looked at me, I stood perfectly still, my entire body shaking.

He marched over to me, panicking that he was going to hurt me he put his hand on my face and made me look at him.

"Let's get this straight white girl. For now on, I'm the boss. You will do what I say, when I say it and I don't want any arguing or whining."

"Y-yes." I agreed nervously.

As I looked into his eyes, smiling back at me I thought, this was going to be a long year.