I'm supposed to be a respectable woman, a married white woman with a great family and a successful career. So how the hell did I end up in this situation? That's a question I've been asking myself a lot lately.
I guess it all started the day I caught one of my staff on her knees in front of a black guy. I walked in on them by accident, but the worst part is they never saw me, and I never left until she was finished. And that's when it kind of set off this chain of events in me.
After watching that, I couldn't help it; I just wanted to try, to find out what it felt like. Hell, I don't even like giving head normally! But watching her surrender herself to him like that was too much for me. I couldn't help it; I just started thinking about it, fantasizing about it, imagining what it would be like to replace my husband's little cock with a massive black one. Imagining wrapping my lips around a black cock as I knelt in surrender before him. I even imagined what his cum would taste like. And my god, I hate cum! From there, well, the rest is history.
I'm not a bad person; I just can't help myself. I just can't resist a big black cock. This was the first time I was Blacked, and it's not going to be the last!
And then I came home to find my best friend with my husband's cock in her mouth. Can I really complain? Can I really be angry after what I've done? You bet I can, and that bitch will pay too.
