 - Are these good enough quality for you to publish? They came off a video my little dicked husband shot of me while I was being stretched to the limit.
 - In one shot I'm making him lick the hot black cum right out of my sloppy pussy! The last one is his little cock - restrained as usual while my black stud is working on me.
 - Let me know if you'd consider posting these so I can fulfill a promise to my black lover, he'd love to see them.
 UPDATE I never planned on becoming a whore for black cock. I have always thought of myself as an innocent - if not typical - married white female. My name is Diane, and I was a virgin on my wedding night, and never planned on being unfaithful to my husband, Rob. I am 35 years old, and we have been married for more than 12 years. During that time, my husband, who is 9 years older than me, has always been very devoted to me. About two years ago, he confided to me that he had long had a sexual fantasy that involved seeing me have sex with another man. We talked about it many times and about six months ago I finally agreed to turn the fantasy into reality. We decided to attempt to meet someone in a bar type setting, and with Rob's help, I began to dress very sexy. He insisted that I wear the shortest skirts, tight, clingy blouses, stockings and high heels any time we went out. He felt that I would draw the attention of more men that way, and it would be easier to find a potential partner. He was right! It was rare that I didn't get hit on 6-8 times each time we visited a bar for a drink. We began to experiment with various approaches, and it soon became evident that Rob enjoyed it most when we would enter the bar separately, and he would observe men hitting on me as he sat at a nearby table. At first this made me very uncomfortable, but after a few times I began to really enjoy the chance to put on a show for Rob and any other men that might be watching. At the end of each evening, Rob was always anxious to know if any of the guys that had come on to me seemed appropriate. After about a month of looking around, and many nights of being hit on and dancing with strange men (which by now I had come to truly enjoy!), I finally worked up the nerve to tell Rob that the only guy that really held my interest was a black man named Greg that had approached me several times. My heart sunk when Rob reacted in a way that made it clear that he hadn't considered that angle. Neither my husband or I are biased, and we have several friends of color. I'm certain that Rob's concern was more basic than that - his concern about the rumor that black men have significantly larger cocks. He finally admitted that this was his concern, and I promised that I'd attempt to find out the next time Greg asked me to dance. I assured him that I wasn't that interested in size, and that I was only doing this to help fulfill his fantasy. I wanted it to be just the way he wanted it.
 - A few nights later, while Rob was once again watching from a nearby barstool, Greg approached me again. Since we had talked several times before, we had several drinks and danced together several times during the evening, including a couple of slow dances that gave me the chance to "accidentally" bump Greg in a way that would help determine if Rob's concern was justified. I knew that Rob was getting impatient, but found I really enjoyed having him "squirm" just a little while he watched a handsome and powerful black man putting the moves on his pretty little wife. I know it was wrong, but I found myself loving every minute of it! Later I assured him that Greg hadn't seemed to be overly endowed, but it was rather hard to tell for sure. In fact, just the opposite was true - Greg seemed to have an enormous bulge, and every time we danced it somehow ended up rubbing up against me! We began talking about ways to plan for the big night, when Rob would have his fantasy fulfilled - and I would be fulfilled in a way that Rob didn't expect! Since I had come to know Greg as a married woman whose husband wasn't there, it seemed that the only way to move forward was to continue without Rob being involved. We decided to set it up so that he could watch from a closet while Greg and I had sex in our bedroom. We have a large walking closet with shutter type doors, and it was very easy to arrange things for the "big show". As arranged, I meet Greg at the bar for a couple drinks, but this time instead of departing asked him to join me at home. I told him my husband was traveling - again. It took very little persuasion! When we arrived, I knew that Rob was positioned in the closet, and waiting. As Greg began to fondle me and undress me directly in front of the closet doors, I began to get very nervous. Not over going through with the fantasy, but concern over how Rob would react when he saw Greg's huge black cock. In fact, I began to be a little concerned that I might have gotten in over my head. While I'd never been disappointed, I knew that Rob's little 5" cock wasn't enough to prepare me for what Greg was packing. While I had all these doubts and concerns running through my head, my pussy was wet like it's never been before, and my heart pounded with excitement. Greg and I continued with foreplay, he had removed my skirt and top, leaving me only in garter belt and black stockings. I had heard Rob make several sounds in the closet, and was terrified when Greg whispered in my ear that he thought maybe my husband had come home early and was hiding in the closet! I admitted that he was, and just about fainted when he walked over to the closet and tied the door knobs together with his belt! Now Rob was trapped in there, and would have no choice but to sit back and watch as his up until now innocent wife was taken by this horny black stud. And boy did he take me!
 - He took off all his clothes except his burgundy silk underwear which was completely unable to hide his oversized manhood. I began to stroke that huge log through his shorts, and felt my heart pounding throughout my entire body. Greg slowly and gently forced me to kneel before him and attempt to suck his hard cock. I knew right away that he was more than twice the length of Rob, and noticeably thicker. I was only able to get about half of his rigid meat into my mouth, even though I'd learned how to deep throat Rob years ago. Try as I might I was unable to get even one of his bull-sized testicles into my mouth - while I am easily able to take Rob's entire ball sack into my mouth. Since Greg's was the only equipment other than Rob's I'd ever held - it was like having to learn all over again. When I realized that Greg was going to expect me to try and take this huge cock into my pussy I almost passed out with excitement. I realized that I could now hear Rob struggling with the door and asking to be let out. He began to ask me to stop and think about what I was doing. I felt bad about telling him that Greg didn't seem to have a large penis - by now he must know that I had lied to him earlier. I know it was wrong, but I found myself glad that Greg had discovered our game and taken charge. I knew that Rob would be shocked by the pounding that I hoped Greg would soon be putting me through. Greg made it worse by suggesting to me that I beg for his black cock! I begged for it like a shameless whore, which is what he said he planned to turn me into. Greg began to lick my pussy and run his huge hands over my body. Since I am just barely 5'3" and Greg is about 6'5", the size difference was dramatic. Within minutes, he had my pussy so wet and excited that I lost all concerns about the size difference between what he was preparing to assault my pussy with and it's usual fare. He had me so horny that I remember thinking that if he came at me with a telephone pole I'd give it a good try! Within minutes of his pressing the head of the huge black cock against my tiny white pussy I was beginning to think I might as well be trying to fuck a telephone pole! Rob could hear my moaning and I'm sure mistook my shrieks of joy for cries of pain when his head finally pushed into me. I remember thinking back to my wedding night when I lost my virginity to Rob and thinking that I'd been mistaken! I know knew that I had been a virgin until this moment when I'd been speared by this giant black shaft! It was as if 12 years of orgasms had been building within me and choose this moment to come spilling forth. Rob was begging me to stop and let him out, and instead I went wild with lust for this black man who must have been sired by a horse to have been endowed like this! Yes! Yes! Yes!
 - I could feel his enormous shaft stretching me in ways that seemed impossible. As I watched him work that pole into me inch by precious inch I almost passed out! It seemed impossible to think that I could take it all - yet both Greg and I were determined! With each stroke I could feel my insides being pulled out as he withdrew, only to have him plunge back into me deeper than before. Slowly but surely he was working every inch into, until with about 2 inches left he hit bottom. He pounded away for more than an hour that night, and still I was unable to take him completely. Even after he came, placing his seed deep within my belly and coating my entire pussy with his huge load of sperm, I was unable to take the last two inches. When he finally withdrew, my pussy was devastated. I knew it would never be the same again, and wondered how it would feel to take Rob's little baby cock into that sloppy mess.
 Greg quietly dressed and left, after reminding me that was now his whore. He gave me permission to let Rob out of the closet, and allow him to poke at my now gaping pussy with his cock. He told me to remind Rob right before he added his load of sperm to what was already there that Greg had "marked" his territory deep within my womb and would be back frequently to see to it that I learned to take the last two inches. I did as I was told, and was rewarded by a huge gushing orgasm - by both Rob and I - when I told him. At first he was furious that I made him watch me beg Greg to fuck me with his big black cock I found out later that Rob had taken some video footage. Greg has visited several times since, and I can now accept his entire nine inch black cock - and love every inch of it! I hope you understand that I never intended to be a whore for black cock - but now I can't help myself. I feel as if I truly have been marked by Greg in some way - I find myself trying to attract the attention of black men everywhere, at work, while shopping, etc. I have continued to dress up in sexy outfits at every opportunity, even though Rob no longer suggests it. I think he is afraid I'll find another black stud to visit me between visits from Greg. And I guess he's right - I'm hoping I will. That's why I wrote this. I'm hoping to hear from any eligible black men that are in the area, as well as any others that enjoy giving me a chance to talk about my naughty side!
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