Amy's experience with black cocks continues, Part V

I was nervous as Tyler led me into his nephew's apartment. He had his hand on my ass, squeezing and clearly showing anyone who noticed that this white woman is with him. More than ever, I felt I was being led into the alpha-wolf’s den, their prize catch.

Both men were muscular and intimidating, yet when they smiled, their faces softened, looking endearing. Tyler was ex-Army and older, maybe in his 50’s. His nephew Charles looked barely 20, and I was told he was entering the Marines in a week.

I wasn’t scared of being with them, but I had never experienced two men at one time, especially men as physically strong.

Charles' apartment was neat, except there was nothing on the walls. Sheets acted as curtains.

Tyler said, “C’mon man, this ain’t a proper place for a Jewish housewife, huh?â€
Charles responded, “Man, you never complained when you brought the other whores here.â€

I remained silent, thinking of what would come next. Tyler got a drink and offered me some scotch in a dirty glass. I was nervous, so I accepted the offer. I drank it down, stinging my throat, but it helped. He filled it, and I sipped it, while I felt the two men move closer, working their hands over my body.

The men were not like Michael or Jerome, no style, as they undid my clothes, leaving them piled on the floor. They worked their hands over my breasts, and I felt a thick finger penetrating my vagina. I was naked, in full submission, and tremendously wet.

As Tyler roughly fondled my small breasts, standing behind me. Charles undressed. His body was trim, muscular, and dark, and when he slipped his pants off, his cock was thick and long.

He put his hand on my head, grabbing my hair and pulling me to my knees. He held my head, so his stiff cock was inches from my face. I wanted to suck him, and reached for his shaft.

Charles said, in a deep voice, “Damn, your lil Jewish whore wants my n cock?â€

Tyler was undressing and said, “Give it to her, fuck that white married mouth.â€

With that, I felt his cock push into my lips, and while holding my hair, went deep in my mouth. I gagged, and he released my head and I bent my neck, and when he went in again, I could take nearly all of his immense side.

He grabbed my hair again and began a steady rhythm, as I tried to lick his shaft with my tongue. My eyes closed as he used my mouth like he was fucking a pussy.

It was then I felt hands on my hips and lifted on all fours. I could not turn around and got ready for Tyler’s cock to enter my wet pussy.

When he thrust his cock initially, he pushed hard and deep, just as Charles went deep in my mouth. I lost it, an uncontrollable mix of pleasure and pain, as I had my first strong orgasm.

I heard Tyler laugh, “The bitch really likes n cocks, she’s a freaky slut.â€

Charles asked, “Do you know the bitches husband?â€

Tyler said, “No, not like the last white whore, he was a freaky lil boy.â€

They both laughed while they worked me hard.

Then I felt Charles' body stiffen up, and he grabbed my hair hard and filled my mouth with his hot seed. He withdrew his shaft, so his huge cockhead was just inside my mouth. I licked the soft flesh and tasted his seed, spurting strongly.

He growled, “Swallow it all, n whore.â€

He released my hair and held my head, as Tyler increased his rhythm, and then he pushed his large, engorged shaft into my vagina, hitting my cervix hard. As I felt the second orgasmic wave, I felt him release his seed.

When they both withdrew, Tyler’s seed was pouring out, as I swallowed the last of Charles's seed.

I have never felt such raw power, and two hard orgasms made my legs weak. I wanted to lie on the unmade bed, yet it didn’t look comfortable. I was still on all fours, waiting to see what they would do next. I saw them drink more of the scotch, and Tyler then said, “What more of us ns?â€

Did I have a choice, but I was ready, and I nodded, “Yes, Sirs, may I have more?â€

Charles laughed, “You want more? More what, lil white slut, say it, tell me how much you need it, bitch.â€

Before I could respond, the men traded places, and Tyler’s large cockhead was pressing into my mouth. Then I felt Charles enter my pussy and once again, I had two massive cocks in my body, and felt a 3rd orgasm.

I don’t know how I got home, my body was sore, my pussy was sore, and I had a massive amount to come in my body. I drove home, feeling the seed continue to drain out of my vagina. I smelled of sex.

Thankfully, my husband was not due home, so I was able to toss my clothes into the wash and sat in the hot tub, naked, with a full glass of wine. My husband came on the deck and asked, “Rough day?â€

Tyler texted me a few days later and apologized for the mess in Tyler’s apartment, saying he was just a kid. I thought that was nice.

A couple of days later, I was back in Charles' apartment. Tyler was to join us, but his wife called him. He was nervous, going to basic training the next day. He was rough, fucking my mouth and pussy. I found it strange, but I liked the strong usage. He didn’t hurt me, and I didn’t feel threatened, and I felt more submissive than ever. I had two hard orgasms and found myself thanking him when it was over.

I met Tyler behind the store a few days later, giving him oral sex in the back of my car. After he climaxed, he told me to wait, and he went back into the store. I was topless and lying in the back of my car. I followed his orders and thought that I truly was a whore. I knew I was a slut and thought about how I got here. I felt out of control, yet I was living an exciting life. Maybe dangerous, but I didn’t dwell on that aspect.

I undid my pants and manipulated my pussy. I needed a large black cock inside me. My eyes were closed and I was close to an orgasm when there was a knock on the car window.

It was like a powerful shock, and then I noticed a black man opening the car door. It wasn’t Tyler, and he smiled when he saw a half-naked married lady with her hands in her pants.

He said he was, “Excuse me, I can do that fer you. I’m Marvin, Tyler sent me.â€

He didn’t ask to join me; it was assumed. He was a pleasant-looking man with a goatee and a bald head. He looked in fine shape and had a bright smile. He entered the backseat and slid my pants down, exposing my wet pussy. He slid his thick finger into my vagina, and I closed my eyes as he explored. Then I felt his tongue, and my body rocked uncontrollably.

He said he had only a short time, and I offered to suck his cock. He smiled and slipped off his work pants. I repositioned myself and began to lick and suckle his thick cock. He held my head and pulled my mouth down and then pulled my hair, slowly taking his cock nearly out. This went on until he held my head tight and his body stiffened. He moaned loudly, so loud that anyone outside my car would hear. He came strong and then relaxed as I licked his cock and slowly, he withdrew.

Marvin thanked me, saying, “There ain’t no better than a white married woman for this *Nâ€s cock.â€

He said Tyler would call, and he left, going back into the store.

There was something about these two men, so unlike my other limited experiences with black men, or any other men for that matter. Tyler and Marvin, and even Charles seemed so primal. I found I reached such a high level of submission with them and had extremely hard orgasms. When they finished with me, they did not hold me, did not cuddle me; they were done, and that was that.

I learned that being softly held or cuddled after strong sexual usage was called aftercare, and many strong alpha males would do this for their servant. I craved this, yet Marvin and Tyler did not, and I didn’t seem to miss it.

I met both of them a few times in the parking lot behind the store. Initially, I looked forward to this, usually a quick blowjob and sometimes an awkward but satisfying fucking. I kept expecting other men to join in, but it was just the two of them.

After one session, when they both fucked me in the small, confined space, I suggested they come to my home.

Immediately, I regretted the invite and tried to retract and suggest a motel. Could I trust these men into my home and risk being discovered? Michael was different; he was working at my house.

Marvin said, “We've been in a married woman’s bed before.â€

He looked at Tyler, “Remember that dentist's wife, man, she was a freaky n slut.â€

Tyler said, “Man, he was such a weak man too, and yeah, too bad they moved.â€

A week later, while my husband was in the city, I was in bed with Tyler and Marvin. I felt at ease; they were both so respectful in my home, and I loved sharing my bed with them. Like Michael, they liked wiping their wet, seeded cocks on my husband's clothing, and they enjoyed his expensive Scotch. I bought an extra bottle after Michael helped himself and would replenish it after he left.

The third time in my bed, they tied me to the bed with my husband's ties. The feeling of total loss of control was so exciting. I was addicted to their power and how they used me strongly. And feeling both their large cocks in my body at the same time, taking their seed was amazing.

My head was over the edge of the bed and Marvin was fucking my mouth. My neck was properly placed to take his large cock deep. I loved how his flesh felt in my mouth. Tyler was deep in my pussy, often smashing my cervix. I loved the sound of these men groaning and moaning, taking me, using me. Their words made their power intoxicating, calling me a whore and slut. I was their n slut.

Marvin was coming, moaning and demanding I swallow his n seed, and Tyler was pumping my pussy hard, coming close to releasing his amazing seed into me, when my world changed….