WIFE GETS BLACKED FOR HUSBAND CH. 03

Charlotte woke up after still sleeping in the guest room, she hasn't seen Michelle in a few days so she knows that Izaak is sleeping on his own, however she doesn't want to share a bed with him.

She sat up and looked at her new tattoo on her hip, even though it had been a couple of days she still couldn't believe she actually had a tattoo, never mind one that said that!

Charlotte pulled the sheets away and stood up, instantly she gets the craving to have Izaak's cock in her mouth. After two weeks of sucking his cock every morning she feels like she couldn't start the day without it.

Only dressed in silk short pyjamas and a silk pyjama top, Charlotte quietly walks out of the guest room and into her actual bedroom only to see Izaak fast asleep on her bed.

That should be me and George in there, not him. Charlotte thought.

Izaak rolled over a little and the duvet fell onto the floor, showing off his amazing black body. Why does he have to have such a perfect body?

Charlotte felt her pussy instantly getting wet over looking at Izaak's body, his amazing abs, his thick arms and something about his dark skin had now quickly become something she drooled over. Her eyes moved down and laid on his hard, thick cock.

Without making a sound, Charlotte snuck onto the bed, doing her best not to wake up her black captor. She easily got between his legs, being small and thin she didn't make too much motion on the mattress.

God, is cock is so fucking amazing, Charlotte thought to herself as she grabbed onto it lightly, marvelling at the thick, dark shaft.

Charlotte licked her lips and lowered her mouth onto the big, black cock.

"Mmmm." She moaned around his shaft, her addiction to having his cock in her mouth finally getting met.

She slowly rolled her wet tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the first leaking of his precum. Lightly sucking her lips around his shaft, Charlotte started to slowly move her head up and down, taking just past the head into her mouth. At the same time, she massaged his head with her tongue.

"Hmmmm." She heard Izaak moan from above, Charlottle looked up and saw that his eyes were still closed. As he slept Charlotte continued to bob up and down on his perfect cock, losing herself in lust as she tasted his precum down her throat.

I wonder if I could ride him without waking him up? Charlotte thought as she bobbed up and down on his cock, He's not fucked me in nearly two weeks.

"This was a nice way to wake up slut." She heard Izaak's groggy voice say and she cursed herself for missing the opportunity to feel this black cock in her pussy again.

"Mmmm." Charlotte moaned around his cock, looking up and locking eyes with him as she bobbed up and down his dark meat.

"You love sucking my cock, don't you?" Izaak asked with a huge grin on his face.

"Yes sir," Charlotte said reluctantly taking his cock out of her mouth. She was surprised with how in such a short time she's become addicted to his black dick. As soon as the words left her mouth Charlotte was back to bobbing up and down his shaft.

"Fuck yeah, you're turning into a good little whore for nigger dick." Izaak moaned.

Charlotte felt his big, strong hands resting on the top of her head. To her surprise Charlotte's pussy fluttered at the thought of him fucking her face again, realising how much she loves being handled roughly.

To her disappointment, Izaak just rested his hands on her head and let her continue bobbing up and down as she wanted.

Fuck I'm so horny! Charlotte thought to herself, she gathered spit on her tongue and let it fall down his shaft as she picked up the pace sucking his dick.

"Mmm!" Charlotte moaned, her head firing up and down his cock now. She couldn't help herself and she brought her hands up to rub his abs, holding onto his toned body as she fucked her own face on his cock.

"Mmmm fuck, you are such a naughty whore." Izaak moaned.

Charlotte couldn't take it anymore, her pussy was fucking drenched between her legs and she brought her mouth away from his cock.

"Please fuck me." She whispered, her hand wanking up and down his thick cock as she stared into his dark brown eyes.

"You want me to fuck you on your husbands' bed?" Izaak asked, humiliating Charlotte more. What's worse is she was too fucking horny to care.

"Yes! I want your big, black cock in my pussy and fuck me on our bed!" She begged, the words turned her on even more.

"Come up here my white whore." Izaak ordered and Charlotte nearly jumped with joy.

As fast as possible Charlotte stood up and ripped off her pyjama shorts and straddled her legs either side the big, black man's body. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her and she went to aim it for her soaked pussy.

Just as she lined his head up with her wet hole, Izaak grabbed hold of her and held her still.

"Who would you rather have fucking you right now? Me, or your husband?" Izaak asked, his eyes looking into Charlotte's soul.

Charlotte didn't care anymore, she was too fucking horny and needed to feel his cock in her once again.

"Yours sir." She whispered, she tried to push down and onto his cock but Izaak held her still, "Pleeeasseee." She begged.

"Say it proudly you fucking whore!" Izaak shouted at her.

"I want your giant black cock to fuck the living shit out of my pussy because my husband never could!" Charlotte shouted back, "Are you happy now?!"

"Very!" Izaak said and thrusted his cock balls deep into Charlotte's cunt.

"Fuuuuuuccccckkkk!!" Charlotte shouted at the surprise impaling of a thick cock all the way inside of her pussy.

She could feel every inch of his big dick all the way to her fucking womb, his girth stretched her pussy lips wide open. Although she's had his cock inside her before it was a while ago and the lack of sex since has made him feel even bigger.

"Still fucking tight." Izaak moaned, holding Charlotte up and thrusting his cock in and out of her.

"Sooo ffuuucckkiiinggg biiiiggg!!" Charlotte moaned as she felt like a ragdoll for Izaak to fuck.

Her small body felt tiny in his hands, other than his hands holding her up the only thing Charlotte felt was his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. Her wetness dripped down her leg and caused a wet slapping to echo around the room.

"Oh... fuck... fuck... fuck.... Yes!!" Charlotte moaned over and over, her long blonde hair fell around her face as her moaning turned animalistic.

Izaak loved watching this innocent housewife moaning like a whore as he fucked her tight cunt, he leant forward and pressed his thick lips against her.

"No!" Charlotte shouted, not wanting to kiss anyone that isn't her husband, "Just fuck me!" She shouted.

"Come here you fucking white whore!" Izaak shouted.

With ease he manipulated Charlotte's body so she was on her knees, her face pressed into the mattress and her toned arse stuck in the air.

Izaak pushed his cock up and down her dripping wet pussy, her juices spread around her lips as Charlotte panted onto the mattress.

"Please, put it in me." She begged, her pussy felt empty without his cock in her.

SPANK!

"Tell me you're a white whore for nigger cock!" Izaak ordered, constantly teasing his cock onto her dripping wet hole.

"I'm a whore for nigger cock!" Charlotte shouted, not caring about the racist term.

SPANK!

"Any nigger cock?" Izaak asked.

"Yeees, any nigger cock that wants to fuck my mouth or cunt! Just fuck me!" She begged.

"I'll remember that!" Izaak said proudly and then shoved his cock back balls deep into her cunt.

His balls hit Charlotte's clit and then length of his cock made it so she felt like his cock was in her stomach.

"Fuuucckk meee!!" Charlotte moaned, loving being fucked like a cheap whore. It was a side of her she'd never expected to have.

Izaak showed no sympathy to hurting Charlotte's pussy and fucked her relentlessly, his cock was going entirely in and out of her pussy and hitting spots Charlotte has never felt before.

Her moaning was unrecognisable, she just let out grunts and screams of pure pleasure as her pussy got destroyed by this big black man.

His balls hitting her clit over and over was quickly making her orgasm grow from inside of her.

"You like this you fucking whore?!" Izaak shouted, he grabbed onto Charlotte's long hair and yanked her up.

"Owww! fuuckk YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!" Charlotte screamed as her orgasm shattered through her entire body. Her body and pussy clenched around Izaak's big black cock and she twitched uncontrollably.

"Fuuckk yeess!!" Izaak roared and Charlotte felt his cock expand inside of her, she knew he was about to cum but the pleasure was to fucking good to tell him to stop.

Then she felt the first rope of his cum hit inside of her unprotected pussy, followed by another and another. Buckets of his cum flooded her cunt as Izaak's thrusted slowed down but remained as powerful as ever, Charlotte's body rocked back and forth.

"Fuck... fuck.... Fuck..." Charlotte panted onto the bed, her pussy felt battered and her body was covered in sweat.

Then Izaak's cock left her gaped pussy and she felt his cum instantly pour out of her and drip down her leg.

"That was how to start a morning." Izaak said with joy in his voice.

"Fuck..." Charlotte panted again, her body gave in and she flopped onto the bed in exhaustion.

"I'm going for a shower, you best have started breakfast by the time I'm out." Izaak ordered.

"Y-yes sir." Charlotte moaned back, her body felt dead and her mind was a mess.

30 minutes later.

Charlotte was making fried egg and sausage sandwiches in her kitchen, walking with a slight limp from her pussy feeling sore. She could still feel Izaak's cum inside of her and just hoped that she won't get pregnant.

I can't believe I acted like that, what's happening to me? Am I really a big a whore as they say? Charlotte questioned to herself as she cooked.

"Hey bitch," Izaak's voice called out, Charlotte turned around and saw him walking into the kitchen in just his boxers. Once again just looking at his body had Charlotte drooling, "Thanks for that this morning, we should make that a regular thing."

"Y-yes sir." Charlotte stuttered, seeing Izaak's hot body and thinking of having his cock in her again made her questions disappear.

"Bring my breakfast into the living room when you're done." Izaak ordered and turned and walked away.

"Yes sir." She said and got back to cooking.

Oh god, can I actually enjoy this? Enjoy being a slut for this black thug? I don't really have any choice of whether he fucks me or not, I might as well enjoy it, right?

A short while later Charlotte took Izaak's breakfast into the other room, he quickly got up from the sofa and sat at their dining table. She put the plate in front of him and turned to walk away.

"No, no." He said, "You sit here."

Charlotte turned and saw him patting his thigh.

He can't be serious? Charlotte thought, not believing he wanted her to sit on his lap the entire time he eats.

"You're small, come on." He said patting his leg again.

I can't believe I'm doing this. Charlotte thought as she walked over to him and sat down on his thigh. To be fair, he was so muscular and strong that Charlotte thought she must feel like a feather on him.

She felt him wrap one arm around her and grab onto her thigh below her pyjama shorts as he starts to eat his sandwich. They didn't speak, she just sat there and let him hold her for a few minutes.

This actually feels kind of nice, I feel so small and safe in his arms. Charlotte thought, finding herself relaxing back and resting against him.

"Now, what are you doing today?" Izaak asked Charlotte, surprising her as so far he has always had plans in the day for her.

"Erm, I'm not sure." She said back to him, wondering if he had something in mind.

"Why don't you go see some of your friends?" He asked, his tone less of the dominant thug he has been and more of a caring man.

"I guess I could see what they are doing, they have been trying to contact me the last week but I haven't replied." Charlotte told him, feeling herself loosen up around her so called captor.

"Good, I'll give you some money so you can have a nice girls day with them." Izaak told her before he finished his breakfast.

"Oh, thank you." Charlotte replied with a smile, I was worried that I have no money, but if he wants to give me some I'm not going to say no.

Izaak pushed his plate away and wrapped his other arm around Charlotte, she was completely trapped within his big, strong hold but weirdly she found it quite comforting. She turned her head and saw him smiling at her.

"Give me a kiss." He ordered.

"I erm... I can't, George..." Charlotte said before Izaak interrupted her.

"George isn't here," He said, "I'm about to give you money to have a day with your friends, I think the least you owe me is a little kiss."

His hand squeezed her thigh and sent a shiver of pleasure to Charlotte's still sore pussy. He has a point, I guess a peck isn't bad.

"Okay." Charlotte whispered, looking into his eyes, Charlotte quickly bobbed her head towards him and pecked his lips willingly for only a second before pulling away, "Alright?" She asked.

"Good girl, now go and call your friends." Izaak told her.

"Yes sir." Charlotte said jumping from his lap and going upstairs, Maybe he isn't that bad? Charlotte thought.

She grabbed her phone and started to call her friends.

"Kelly, its Charlotte." She said down the phone.

"Jesus, we thought you were dead, how you doing?" Kelly asked back.

"Yeah, I'm fine, do you want to go out for lunch today?" Charlotte asked her.

"Sure, meet in two hours?" Kelly replied.

"Perfect." Charlotte said before hanging up.

An hour later Charlotte had gotten dressed in her normal clothes but when she went downstairs she saw the instant disapproval on Izaak's face as he sat on the sofa.

"That's not your new clothing style." He said in a disappointed tone.

"I'm seeing my friend, you can't expect me to dress in those slutty outfits?" Charlotte said back to him.

"I see them as less slutty and more appealing, they make you look hot." He told her, "Go put one on and come back down." He ordered.

Charlotte knew she was in no position to argue, so she marched herself back upstairs and tried to pick the least slutty outfit.

Walking back downstairs in a dark blue, tight, short pencil skirt and a black blouse that hung low and showed a lot of cleavage, Charlotte had decided not to wear any of the fishnet stockings. When she reached the stairs she could see that Izaak was much happier.

"That's better, look at yourself." He said and pointed at the mirror.

Charlotte turned and stared at herself for a moment, I guess I do look hot, this outfit does make my bum and my tits look good, even if it is a little much for lunch. She thought.

"Don't forget your high heels." Izaak told her.

"High heels? For lunch?" Charlotte asked, thinking she would be way too dressed up.

"Do as you're told." He said in a dominant tone, a tone that makes Charlotte weak in the knees.

"Y-yes sir." She replied. Before she could get her heels she watched Izaak stand up and walk over to her, Oh god, what's he going to do? Charlotte panicked, except her pussy fluttered as he grew closer.

Without saying a word, Izaak's hand ran up Charlotte's bare, toned thing and a finger slid deep into her already soaked pussy.

"Whhatt are you doing?" She asked him, unknowingly spreading her legs a little further for him.

"Just checking you're following your instructions of having no underwear on." He said with a grin.

His finger pumped in and out of Charlotte's wet pussy and she couldn't stop herself letting out a little moan before he pulled his finger back out.

"Good girl, put your heels on." He ordered.

Oh fuck, I'm so horny. Charlotte thought to herself, feeling light headed. Her and George never had sex more than twice every few days, never twice in one day!

"See you later." Izaak shouted from being sat back on the sofa.

"Bye." Charlotte said walking out the door, being in heels at this time felt alien to her but she knew she had to do it.

He's been nice to me lately, I don't want to do anything to change that. She thought.

Thirty minutes later.

"Jesus Christ, look at you!" Kelly said loudly as she first saw Charlotte walking in.

"What?" Charlotte nervously laughed back, knowing full well that she's talking about her clothes.

"Your outfit? Since when did you dress so.... Hot?" Kelly said back to her.

"Well, you know, got to keep my self esteem up with George being in prison." Charlotte said back to her.

In all honesty, even with all this fucked up stuff going on, Charlotte is starting to feel normal again since George went to prison.

"Well, I'm proud of you," Kelly said, "All the guys in here will be drooling over you."

"Oh please." Charlotte laughed back to her.

"It's true, I don't think I've ever seen you looking sexier." Kelly said, Charlotte actually caught Kelly looking at her cleavage every now and again.

Twenty minutes in, their food finally arrived and they have been having some friendly chat.

"So, where've you been this last week?" Kelly finally asked. The question that Charlotte dreaded.

I've been sucking a black cock every day and this morning he fucked the life out of me until I came around his dick and he filled my unprotected pussy with cum.

"Just relaxing at home." Charlotte whispered back before sipping from her mojito.

An hour later and a few more cocktails in, Charlotte was feeling a little tipsy and feeling more confident.

"So, how's your sex life going?" She asked Kelly.

"You know me, different man every week." Kelly laughed back, "What about you? You managing to survive without any dick?"

Charlotte burst out laughing, she felt on the verge of telling her best friend the truth but something stopped her.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay." Charlotte finally said, "Tell me, have you ever been in a submissive relationship?"

"What?!" Kelly spat out her drink at the question.

"You know, where a man has been dominant with you?" Charlotte blurted out.

"Why?" Kelly asked.

"Just curious, I think I'd like it." She admitted to her friend.

"Well, I had one man who used to just text me to come over and suck his cock and let him fuck me. That was pretty hot." Kelly told her.

"Nice, see I could do that." Charlotte told her, the alcohol had definitely taken affect.

A few hours later Charlotte was definitely drunk and definitely horny, after being teased with Izaak's finger she was ready to be fucked like a slut.

"Should we get going?" She said with a slur.

"Probably a good idea." Kelly laughed back, also as drunk as Charlotte, "Do you want me to get this?" She asked.

"No, no," Charlotte blurted out, "I've got this." Then she put down a wad of notes onto the table.

"Where did you get all that?" Kelly asked.

"None of your business." Charlotte laughed out, when she stood up, she nearly fell over finding her footing, "Bloody high heels!"

"Yeah, but they make your arse looking incredible." Kelly said.

"Thank you." Charlotte slurred out.

A taxi ride later and just as the sun went down, Charlotte was slowly walking down her drive and making it back inside. Her high heels and being drunk not a good combination.

"I'm back," She shouted as she slammed the door shut, "Come get me."

Charlotte stumbled to the living room only to see Izaak sat there with three other big black looking thugs.

"Oh, hi." She stuttered out, she had to lean against the wall for balance.

"Is this the whore?" One of them asked.

Charlotte knew she should've felt shame when she heard that, but she was too horny and drunk to care.

"Yeah, you alright there, slut?" Izaak shouted over.

"I'm fine." She stuttered out.

Izaak got up from his seat and walked over to her, feeling his arms wrap around her waist Charlotte was ready to jump on him there and then.

"Are you drunk?" He whispered to her.

"Only a little," She said back to him, "Are you going to take me upstairs now?"

"What?" Izaak asked, obviously surprised but a huge smile covered his face.

"I want you to take me upstairs and fuck me senseless just like this morning." Charlotte admitted.

"Go on Izaak, give that whore a good showing too!" One of the other black men shouted.

"Better yet, bring her in here and let us all have a go on the slut!" Another one called out.

Charlotte's vision was blurry as she tried to stare at Izaak.

"Let's take you upstairs." He said to her.

"Finally." Charlotte shouted.

Izaak pretty much had to carry her up the stairs with his friends cheering in the background as they left.

It wasn't until she was thrown on the bed when Charlotte realised she was in the guest room.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" She asked.

"No, I'm not." Izaak told her.

"So, you just want a blowjob?" Charlotte asked, although she knew that she was probably too drunk to even find his cock.

"No, I don't fuck girls who are off their face." Izaak told her.

"What? Since when did you have morals?" Charlotte argued back to him.

"I ain't about fucking unconscious women." Izaak said before he turned around and left Charlotte alone in the dark room.

He doesn't want to fuck me? Well... fuck him! Charlotte thought. Her head slammed back against the pillow and before she could take any of her clothes off she passed out.

The next day.

Urgggh. My head. Charlotte thought as her consciousness slowly came back to her. Her eyes ever so slowly opened but the light from the windows burned into her.

She looked down, her sight slowly becoming unblurry to see she is still fully dressed and lay on top of her duvet. Her skirt had ridden up in the night and her bare pussy was fully on show and one of her nipples was out of her top.

Oh god, I hope no one came in here last night! I'm such a mess. She thought, Wait, I threw myself at Izaak last night!

Charlotte moved her fingers down to her pussy but didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.

He turned me down because I was too drunk? Thank god he turned me down!

She remained in bed for thirty more minutes until she found the strength to get out of bed. I didn't even take my heels off. Charlotte thought, taking them off and walking out the door.

She walked past her bedroom only to see that Izaak wasn't in there, the further she walked the more her hangover disappeared. By the time she got downstairs Charlotte was pretty much fully awake.

"Good morning." Izaak said from the sofa.

"Hi." Charlotte groaned back.

"Come sit here." Izaak patted the sofa and Charlotte slowly joined him.

When she sat down Izaak straight away put his arm around her and pulled him in close. Weirdly, Charlotte felt comfortable in his arms again.

"You were pretty pissed last night." Izaak said.

"I know, I don't know what happened." Charlotte whispered back.

After a few minutes of silence Charlotte looked up at him.

"T-thankyou for last night... you know, not taking advantage." Charlotte whispered to him.

"Fucking passed out girls ain't my thing." Izaak told her.

"Well... thank you." Charlotte whispered again.

For twenty minute Charlotte remained cuddling into his big, strong arms in silence as they watched TV. The better she felt from her hangover, the more her horniness from the other night started to return.

She looked down at his crotch and then back up at him, giving him a smile. Fuck it, why not? He was so nice to me yesterday and last night, I owe him this.

Charlotte moved her hands to his jeans and started to undo them. Looking dead into Izaak's eyes as he lifted his arse into the air and pulled them to the ground. She gave him a little smile before turning her head back to his crotch.

His cock was still soft but even soft it looked fucking huge! She took his soft cock in her hand and held it up right. Licking her lips she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around him, swirling her tongue around his head she could feel him growing in her mouth.

Fuck... I love this dick. Charlotte moaned in her head as she bobbed up and down his increasingly hard cock.

It didn't take long for Izaak's cock to be fully hard and for Charlotte to be bobbing up and down just past the head. Charlotte was still sitting next to Izaak and leant over him, from this angle it wasn't the easiest to suck him deep but she was doing the best she could.

Her spit drooled down his shaft that she wanked with her right hand, she then moved that and massaged his big, smooth balls as she flicked his head with her tongue.

"Mmm fuck yes." Izaak moaned, watching her blonde hair bob up and down as she had a prefect suction around his cock.

"Mmmmm." Charlotte moaned around his cock, her hair getting in her mouth and around his dick, she pulled it up, "Hold this while I suck your dick." She told him.

Izaak gladly held her hair tight and watched his married slut happily wrap her lips around his black cock. Her white skin against his dark cock looked amazing, mixed with her spit covered hand rubbing his balls felt even better.

Faster and faster, Charlotte wanked the bottom half of Izaak's shaft as she bobbed up and down on his head, running her tongue all round the ridge and flicking all over. She could feel him twitching in her mouth.

"Mmmm!! Mmmmm!!" Charlotte moaned around his cock, making his body vibrate. She loved how his body was twitching and how he moaned because of her mouth.

Her spit covered hand went faster and she could feel his cock expanding in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck yeah! Swallow it all down!" Izaak moaned.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!!!" Charlotte moaned when she felt the first shot of his cum in her mouth.

His cock unloaded buckets of cum, filling her mouth entirely but she swallowed down every last drop like she was told. Feeling his warm, sticky cum go down her throat she kept flicking his head with her tongue and sucking his balls dry.

"Fucking hell, you really have come a long way with sucking cock." Izaak moaned.

Charlotte eventually pulled her mouth away and wiped the spit and cum from her lips.

"Thanks." She replied before sitting up and smiling at him.

"Right, get changed, we're going out." He told her.

"Where are we going?" Charlotte asked, now even hornier than before.

"You'll see." Is all Izaak told her.

A little over an hour later Charlotte was dressed in another slutty outfit. Short, shorts and a black crop top that just covered her tits. Of course she was in high heels and this time Izaak had her wear fishnet stockings.

"Right, get in slut, I'll drive." Izaak told her and they both got into her car.

The entire drive Charlotte was staring at Izaak's crotch.

What's wrong with me? It's like I'm addicted! She thought.

They pulled up to a shopping centre and Charlotte followed behind Izaak, she was worried who might see her with a black man whilst dressed like this, but she didn't have a choice in the matter so she couldn't panic too much.

"Here we are." Izaak eventually said, Charlotte looked up and realised they were at a hairdressers.

"W-what are we doing here?" Charlotte asked, she was nervous about the answer.

"I was thinking about it the other day and especially after I had to hold your hair up this morning whilst you sucked my cock," Izaak said loud enough for a few passers - by to stare at them both, "You need a haircut to go with your black cock slut style now."

"What?!" Charlotte almost shouted at him.

"Are you going to argue with me?" Izaak said in a threatening tone.

With how nice he had been lately Charlotte almost forgot that he was a thug and this was all against her will, I've been so lost in the pleasure I've forgotten that this isn't really me. This is who they want me to be.

"O-okay." Charlotte whispered and she hung her head in shame.

Charlotte loved her long blonde hair that fell down to her lower back and just hoped and prayed that Izaak wouldn't want anything too drastic.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" A black woman asked politely when they entered.

"She's getting a new hairdo, Charlotte, take a seat." Izaak instructed as though she was his property.

Charlotte sat there, and waited to hear what he wanted for her.

"So, I'm thinking shave the left side of her head and cut the rest to shoulder hight at the most and combed over." Izaak told her.

What, the, fuck! Charlotte's heart stopped at hearing what he wanted, He wants half of my head shaved?!

"I can do that." The black woman said with a smile.

Oh god no! I don't want my head shaved!! Charlotte panicked.

"Actually..." Charlotte went to disagree but Izaak interrupted her.

"Oh yes I almost forgot, thanks for reminding me, can you die her tips blue?" Izaak asked and Charlotte's eyes shot even wider.

She stared at him and he stared back, a stare that said if she tried to argue again then it'll only get worse.

"No problem." The black hairdresser said.

Charlotte couldn't look, her eyes were locked shut as she heard the razor turn on. When she first felt it touch the side of her head she couldn't stop herself from having a look. The first thing she saw in the mirror was a long strain of her hair fall from her head and land on the ground.

Fuuuckk!! Charlotte screamed in her head, This is it, no going back now!

The razor pressed against the side of her temple over and over until the left side of her head was completely shaved.

It took an hour or so until the hairdo was done. Charlotte opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror and didn't even recognise herself.

Her beautiful hair was just covering her neck at the longest point, the rest was covering her shaved left side and the ends were died a dark blue. As she stood up, with her hair and her clothes she didn't look like Charlotte anymore, she looked like a whore.

"Much better." Izaak told her.

"I love it." The hairdresser said with glee.

"Charlotte, what do you say?" Izaak said.

"T-thank you." Charlotte replied, although she hated it.

"Right let's go." Izaak said.

They got back into the car and Izaak started to drive, it didn't take long for Charlotte to realise they weren't going home.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked.

"To see George, I felt bad that you haven't been able to see him since I moved in." Izaak said.

Oh no! He can't see me like this! Charlotte thought, she looked at herself in the mirror and at her new hair, He will think I am just a slut now for these thugs!

She didn't dare say anything back though, who knows the next chance she will get to see her husband.

It didn't take too long until they were pulling up at the prison and to Charlotte's surprise, Izaak was getting out as well.

"Where are you going?" She asked him.

"I'm coming with you, I want to speak to George as well." He said.

George

I can't believe I can finally see her! I can't believe she got that tattoo and then cancelled on me two weeks in a row! Please god don't let her have fallen for these gangsters! George prayed as he sat waiting for his wife.

Oh. My. God. George's heart stopped when he saw Charlotte sit down on the other side of the glass to him, although he almost didn't recognise her.

"Charlotte?" He asked on the phone as he stared at her, "What happened?!"

"It's just a haircut George, it's okay." She whispered back to him.

"Just a haircut? What about the clothes? And the fucking tattoo!" He shouted down the phone.

"How do you know about that?" Charlotte asked back, her voice was clearly stunned and shocked.

"They showed me a video of you very happily sucking a black cock and begging to be allowed to cum! What are you doing?!" George argued to her, not believing his loving wife was turning into this slut for the thugs.

"I'm doing what I have to because of you!" Charlotte argued back, "None of this would've happened if it wasn't for you! I'm doing the best I can!"

That's when George started to feel guilty again, he hated that his wife was being fucked by this black man and there was nothing he could do about it, But I can't blame her, it's all my own fault.

"I'm sorry, I just can't believe you got a tattoo saying those words." He whispered to her.

"You think I wanted that? You think I want this hair or these clothes. I am doing whatever they tell me so they don't hurt you or me!" Charlotte argued.

"I'm so sorry." George whispered, feeling sick to his stomach because it was all his fault.

Suddenly a black man grabbed onto Charlotte's shoulder and pulled her back.

"Move out the way slut, I want to speak to the little bitch." George heard him say.

Charlotte gave apologetic eyes to George before walking away and this black man sat down, George instantly recognised him from the videos of Charlotte sucking his dick.

"Hey Georgiee." The black man laughed down the phone.

"What do you want?" George asked him.

"Just wanted to say thanks for giving me your wife, she's got one of the tightest pussy's I've ever fucked." The black man said with a huge grin.

"What the fuck!" George almost shouted down the phone, although he knew better than to piss off these thugs.

"Just saying, you're a lucky man. When she was moaning as she sucked my big cock this morning, I was in heaven." The man said to George.

Please no! George wanted to cry at hearing these words, the only thing that made it worse... George could feel his cock growing in his trousers. Images of his wife being fucked and sucking this black man surprisingly making George horny, something he hated.

"And tonight, me and another buddy of mine are going to spit roast your pretty little wife." The thug said.

"What?" George weakly asked back.

"In a few hours, your wife will be on her hands and knees with a black cock in her cunt and a black cock in her mouth. I'm sure she will be cumming a few times again because of it, she really loves black cock." The man laughed.

Oh fuck! George didn't want to give anything away that this was turning him on and kept a straight face.

"Anyway, see you Georgiee." The black man said and walked away.

Charlotte

"What did you say to him?" Charlotte asked Izaak when they both got back into the car.

"Just telling him I'm treating you right, nothing to worry about." Izaak told her.

"Oh, okay." Charlotte said, before putting her seatbelt on she looked at herself in the mirror again, still not liking the haircut.

Suddenly, she felt Izaak's hand on her thigh, she turned her head and saw him smiling at her. His hand grabbed onto her thigh and slowly worked its way up her leg.

"N-not here." She whispered, looking back at the prison where her husband is stuck.

"Don't forget you do what I say." Izaak whispered.

Ooohh fuuuuckkk! Charlotte moaned in her head as his fingers went up her thick, he easily slipped two fingers between the fishnet stockings and deep into her wet pussy.

Charlotte had been horny since she sucked his cock in the morning and now she is just grateful to get some pleasure.

"You like that slut?" Izaak asked as his two fingers pumped in and out of her.

"Fuuckk... yes..." Charlotte moaned, knowing how wrong this is but for some reason that makes it even better.

Her pussy was absolutely drenched and his two thick fingers started to fuck her faster and faster. Charlotte found herself sitting back on her chair and spreading her legs further, letting him use her like a dirty slut.

"Fuck... fuck.... Oh God..." Charlotte moaned. Her mouth remained open as she moaned whilst she stared Izaak dead in the eye.

"Are you going to cum in this car park like the dirty little whore you are?" Izaak asked as he properly finger fucked her wet cunt.

"Oh fuck, yes! Please!" Charlotte begged, her orgasm was building up faster and faster.

In a second Izaak's fingers left her pussy and were shoved down her throat.

"Gllllggg!!" Charlotte gagged on his finger for a second, he then started rub them against her tongue. She instinctively wrapped her lips around his fingers and sucked on them as though they were a cock, tasting her own pussy and remembering tasting Michelle's pussy juices from Izaak's cock.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Izaak asked as he pushed his fingers in and out of Charlotte's lips.

"Mhmmm." Charlotte moaned and nodded as she sucks on his fingers.

"Well, we can't do it here, let's go." Izaak said, his fingers left her mouth and he started to drive.

The entire time Charlotte was a hot mess, her pussy was on fire and she knew she was in need of dirty fucking sex.

Izaak was smiling to himself the entire drive, knowing that he was about to push this married whore another step and make her take another cock, he knew she was horny enough and submissive enough to do whatever he wanted, however he wanted to test his theory.

Pulling up to a red light, Izaak looked to his right to see a few men walking on the footpath.

"Open the window and flash your tits to them!" He ordered.

"What?!" Charlotte said, turning and looking at the men, "I can't do that!"

"If you want my cock in your cunt you will do it right now!" Izaak warned.

Oh fuck, I need that cock in me! Charlotte thought, Fuck it!

She put the window down and shouted out the window.

"Hey!"

They turned their heads and in one quick motion Charlotte lifted up her top and flashed her bare tits to these strangers. She stared at them as they started to laugh and smile, surprisingly this just turned Charlotte on even more.

She pulled her shirt back down and put the window back up, her pussy burnt for attention. Something had come over Charlotte, she wanted to be a dirty slut for Izaak, to let him use her like the white whore she is for him.

She made the seat lean back and she spread her legs and pulled up her short skirt. Her hand went between her legs and instantly she slid two fingers deep into her soaked pussy.

"Mmmm fuck." Charlotte moaned, Izaak turned his head and smiled at what a slut she is acting like for him.

"You better not cum without permission!" Izaak warned.

"I won't sir, I promise." Charlotte moaned, she closed her eyes and fingered herself faster and faster. Every now and again she would pull her fingers out and rub her clit and spread her juices around her pussy.

"You can't wait for me to fuck you, can you slut?" Izaak said.

"Yes sir, I want your big, black cock deep in my married cunt!" Charlotte moaned out, she had to stop herself just before she came right there.

"You best keep edging yourself until we get there, whore." Izaak ordered.

"Mmmm yes sir." Charlotte moaned.

The drive was for another twenty minutes, Charlotte's fingers remained playing with her pussy the entire time and she edged herself eight times. She was on the brink of cumming and worried that just a gust of wind would make her cum.

"Here we are whore." Izaak said pulling the car up.

Charlotte pulled her fingers from her pussy and opened her eyes only to be surprised that she wasn't at her house.

"W-where are we?" She asked, worrying about being fucked in an unknown place.

"You'll see, hurry up." Izaak ordered.

Charlotte pulled her skirt down and followed Izaak to the front door. She looked around the houses in the neighbourhood and realised they were in a rough area.

Suddenly another big black man answered the door, I recognise him, Charlotte thought as she stared at him. Then it hit her, Oh my god! He was at my house when I was drunk and horny!

"Hey Izaak, your whore looks hot with her new hair." He said making Charlotte blush at the compliment.

"I know right, let's go." Izaak said and walked into the house.

Charlotte didn't need telling to know she was to follow behind.

What are we doing here? Am I going to have to do something with this other man? Do I want that? I know I want Izaak to fuck me, could I take the other man? This is all way too far!

As she walked through this man's house she thought it looked pretty battered and not very well kept, similar to Izaak's house when she first went to his house. That feels like so long ago now.

She watched Izaak and this other black man sit down next to each other on the sofa, Charlotte awkwardly stood by the side, a bit unaware of what to do with herself.

"Slut, Joshua here liked the look of you the other night so I told him you would love to please him." Izaak said.

There it is... Charlotte's heart stopped, weirdly, her panic stopped very quickly and instead she found herself getting more turned on.

"Yes sir." She said proudly, knowing that she's about to get a double helping of black cock.

"Good slut, get on your knees and come take his cock out." Izaak ordered.

Without saying a word, Charlotte got down onto her knees and on the ripped and stained carpet and crawled over to the black men.

Once she was in between Joshua's legs, her hands rose up and started to undo his jeans. She looked up and at smiling back down to her.

"You've got her well trained." He said to Joshua.

"I know right, it didn't even take her that long." Izaak laughed back, words that Charlotte knew should embarrass her but just turned her on more, giving her pride for being a good slut for Izaak.

It didn't take long for Charlotte to have Joshua's jeans down by his ankles, she looked up and saw his perfect, black cock staring right at her. Only the second black cock she has ever seen, it's not as big as Izaak's but still beautiful.

She wrapped her hand around his dark meat and marvelled at his girth as she wanked him up and down.

"Hard to believe a month ago she was an innocent house wife." Izaak laughed, "Now you're a whore for black cock aren't you slut?"

"Yes sir." Charlotte admitted without taking her eyes away from Joshua's cock.

I've got the tattoo to prove it, I am a black cock throat slut! Charlotte thought and without instructions she leant forward and gladly took Joshua's black dick into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his shaft and instantly started to bob up and down.

"Mmmm." Charlotte moaned, his cock tasted just as good as Izaaks.

"Fucking hell, who would've thought a stuck up white girl would be such a whore." Joshua moaned.

To be fair, I don't have any hair in my mouth now it's been cut short. Charlotte thought to herself as she easily bobbed up and down on his cock.

"Yeah, she fucking loves sucking black cock; whore, show him your tattoo." Izaak ordered.

Charlotte unwillingly let Joshua's cock leave her mouth before standing up, she easily ripped away all of her slutty clothes and stood naked except for her fish net stockings and high heels in front of these two black men.

"Fucking hell, you already got her a tattoo!" Joshua said with a laugh.

"Oh, there's a lot more where that's come from." Izaak said back to him.

More tattoos? Charlotte panicked, I'm loving being their slut, but this is only for one year. I don't want too many permanent reminders after we are done.

Izaak could see some panic on her face after what he said so he quickly got her back into slut mode.

"Whore, get on your hands and knees and suck his cock so I can fuck your little cunt." He ordered.

"Yes sir." Charlotte said, instantly snapping back into a whore for black cock.

Taking Joshua's cock back into her mouth her, the training that Izaak had been doing making her cum every time she sucked his cock made her pussy instantly leak.

"Mmmmm." Charlotte moaned as her head bob furiously up and down on his cock, taking as much as she could down her throat as she wanked the bottom of his shaft.

Izaak walked behind his housewife slut, loving watching her being a throat slut for black cock so easily. He knew that she was frightened when she heard about more tattoos, but Izaak had so much more planned, he planned on keeping her as his whore forever, not just for this one year.

He stepped behind her and watched her toned arse move as she bobbed up and down, her little arsehole poking out every now and again and he wondered when he will plan on taking her anal virginity.

"Mmmmm." Charlotte moaned and her pussy twitched when she felt Izaak's hands grab onto her arse.

He suddenly ripped her fishnet stockings causing her some pain but that just enhanced her pleasure.

Oh fuck! I'm about to have two cocks in me at once! What the fuck has happened to me! Charlotte thought but she couldn't deny that she was in heaven.

"MMMMMMMM!!!" Charlotte moaned and gagged on Joshua's cock as Izaak slid his entire cock balls deep into her drenched pussy, pushing her forward and Joshua's cock further down her throat.

Ohhhhh fuuuucckkk!!! Charlotte moaned in her head. She didn't even feel like herself right now, she just accepted the pure pleasure from Izaak fucking her hard from behind and forcing her mouth to bounce back and forth over Joshua's cock.

She was just a vessel for pleasure and she fucking loved it!

Izaak loved watching his thick, black cock slide in and out of Charlotte's cunt, watching her pussy lips stretch and wrap around his cock as he pulls out and hammers back into her.

Charlotte could feel every inch of this big fucking cock delving deeper and deeper inside of her. For a moment Charlotte panicked if she could ever go back to George's average size cock but she quickly lost that train of thought when she felt a hard smack on her toned arse cheek.

"Take it you fucking whore! Taking two big nigger cocks like the whore you are!" Izaak roared as he hammered in and out of her pussy, an idea for his next tattoo for her came to his head and he smiled.

"Oh... oh... fuck... yesss!!!" Charlotte moaned over and over, she could keep Joshua's cock in her mouth because of how rough Izaak was fucking her pussy. Her face just slid back and forth over his black cock, spreading his precum and her spit all over her face.

"Fuuuuuuccckk!!" Charlotte almost screamed as Izaak slapped her arse even harder.

"Get my cock back in your mouth whore!" Joshua ordered, although he didn't give Charlotte much of an opportunity as he grabbed her head and shoved his cock down her throat.

"Gllluggg!! Gllluggg! Gllluggg!!" Charlotte gagged over and over. Joshua gripped onto her short hair and aggressively shoved her mouth up and down his cock so she was gagging and spitting all over herself as Izaak ruthlessly fucked her from behind.

Thiiiss is fucking ammazzinng!!!! Charlotte moaned in her head, something about being treated like a pathetic whore by these men making her hornier than she's ever been in her life.

Another hand gripped her hair, Charlotte didn't even know whose, but her head was pulled off of Joshua's cock and a trail of spit fell down her mouth.

"Fuuucckk yeeessss." Charlotte moaned, her mind in too much pleasure to think of anything else.

Suddenly a finger was shoved into her mouth and down her throat, she opened her eyes and saw Joshua smiling at her, his hands were on his lap so she figured it was Izaak who was finger fucking her mouth.

He quickly let go and Joshua got back to face fucking Charlotte with his big, black cock.

Izaak looked down at Charlotte tiny, tight arsehole as he spread her cheeks open whilst he fucked her. With his finger covered in Charlotte's spit, he quickly and pushed his finger knuckle deep into her arsehole.

"HHHHMMMMMMM!!!" Charlotte moaned in shock around Joshua's cock as nothing had ever been in her arsehole before.

The triple feeling of a cock fucking her pussy and one fucking her mouth, as well as her arsehole getting fingered sent Charlotte over the edge and a life shattering orgasm ripped throughout her body.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" She screamed pulling her mouth away from Joshua's cock, "FUCK MY FUCKING WHORE CUUUUNNNTT!!"

SPANK!

"Take that nigger cock you fucking whore!!" Izaak moaned fucking her harder and harder as her cunt tightly wrapped around his cock. In a second his cock unloaded deep into her pussy which just made her orgasm feel even fucking better.

"Yyeeeeessss!!" Charlotte moaned, now loving the feel of her unprotected pussy getting coated with cum.

Joshua stood up, grabbed hold of Charlotte's head and shoved his cock into her mouth as she moaned from her orgasm.

"Glllgg....glllgg...glllgg!" She gagged over and over as his balls smashed against her chin over and over.

Izaak was pushing his cock deep into her pussy, slowly draining every last drop of cum from his balls inside of her.

Charlotte felt Izaak pull out and a ton of cum pour out of her well used pussy at the same time Joshua pulled out and sat down.

"Come ride my cock, whore." Joshua ordered.

She looked up to Izaak, panting for breath whilst spit dripped down her chin, as though asking for his approval.

"Ride his black cock, slut." Izaak ordered.

"Yes sir." Charlotte babbled out, completely drunk on cock.

She straddled on top of Joshua, grabbed his cock and lined it up with her cum filled cunt before sliding herself all the way down on him.

"Fuuuuckk yeeessss!!!" Charlotte moaned, she arched her back and impaled herself over and over on his big fucking cock.

Joshua started to grab, bite and twist her nipples as Charlotte rode his cock on a mission. She loved being in control of the pace and the feel of a big, black cock as she slid her pussy up and down on him.

Even with her pussy filled with cum, Joshua still thought she felt tight. He also loved watching a middle-class, prim and proper white girl moaning like a whore as she got stretched open by black men.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck...." Charlotte panted as she rested her head on Joshua's shoulder, her arse bouncing up and down with his cock deep inside of her.

"Cum in her pussy man." Izaak told Joshua.

Charlotte knew she was tempting fate now by taking so many loads of cum in her pussy, however this time she was happily bouncing up and down on a cock knowing he is on the brink of cumming.

"Nearly there." Joshua moaned.

Charlotte felt Izaak grip her short hair and yank her back to look at him.

"Whore, do you want Joshua to fill your white cunt up with more cum?" He asked.

"I.... I don't know..." Charlotte moaned, still grinding back and forth on his cock.

SLAP!

Charlotte's eyes shot wide open to Izaak striking her face, it wasn't hard and didn't hurt her, but it was hard enough to fill her with shock and know not to disagree with Izaak.

"Yes sir! I want him to fill my pussy with his cum!" She moaned.

"Because you are a what?" Izaak asked.

"Because I am a pathetic white whore for any nigger cock to fuck my cunt or my mouth and fill me with cum whenever they want!" Charlotte declared, saying this forced another orgasm out of her.

"Fuuuuuucccckkk!!" She moaned.

Her twitching pussy made Josua's cock unload a second load of cum deep into her unprotected womb as she sat fully impaled on his cock.

"Fucking hell, you are one good whore." Joshua panted out as his cock kept firing cum deep inside of the white slut.

"Thaank youuu." Charlotte panted, feeling completely exhausted from all the fucking.

With ease, Izaak picked Charlotte up and placed her down on the sofa next to Joshua.

"Stay there, slut." He said before walking out of the room.

Charlotte lay there, covered in sweat, spit and with a lot of cum leaking out of her well battered pussy. Then Joshua started to grab and play with her small tits.

"So, you're married?" He asked.

"Yeah." Charlotte panted out, her mind still not fully working after two huge orgasms.

"Does he know what a whore you are for black cock?" Joshua asked.

"I'm doing this for him." Charlotte told him.

"What?" Joshua asked, clearly not expecting that answer.

"Here you go whore." Izaak said reappearing in the room and throwing Charlotte a roll of tissue, "Go clean yourself up then we'll go home."

"Yes sir." Charlotte instinctively replied, she stood up and walked to the bathroom to tidy herself.

It was about fifteen minutes when she came back out to Izaak and Joshua sitting watching TV.

"Right, let's go. I'll see you soon." Izaak said to Joshua.

"See you in a bit." Joshua replied.

Charlotte and Izaak got back into the car and he started to drive them home.

"I'm proud of you, you did everything you were told to do." He said to her with a smile.

"Thank you, sir." Charlotte said, happy she made him happy.

"You are going to be getting some more tattoos soon, I assume that isn't a problem?" Izaak asked.

Charlotte looked at him, deep down she didn't want any more tattoos, she wanted to stay as unmarked as possible. However, she had grown to have a need to make Izaak happy, in any way.

"No sir, I will get any tattoo you want me to get. I am yours." She told him.

"Good girl." Izaak said.

They got back to Charlotte's house and Izaak allowed her to go for a shower. It took a while for her to get rid of the smell of cum and when she brushed her teeth her throat was sore from the face fucking.

Walking to the guest room, Izaak called from his room, the main room. Charlotte opened the door and saw him sat in the middle of the bed completely naked, his soft, but perfect cock lay on his thigh and Charlotte couldn't take her eyes off of it.

"It's time you sleep in here with me." He said.

Oh god, I don't think I'm ready for that. Charlotte thought.

"B-but sir, this is the bed I share with my husband." She whispered.

"And now it's the bed you share with me." Izaak said in a dominant tone.

She looked at him for a moment, his stern looking giving Charlotte some fear, but mainly fear of disappointing him.

"Y-yes sir." She replied and got into bed with him.

Izaak wrapped his arms around Charlotte and she found herself cuddling into his big, strong body. To her surprise she was incredibly comfy and relaxed in this position, she also got to stare at his perfect cock as much as she wanted.

This isn't too bad, I guess. Charlotte thought.

She turned to face the other way and Izaak spooned her from behind, he could feel his warm body around hers and his soft cock pressing against her arse. Then, Charlotte drifted to sleep.