I’m further abused and degraded as a TV cuck

I continue to detail my sordid journey into black fukery and TV dressing

I awoke after my anal fucking the next morning with a very sore and still stretched gape. I had slept well though and dreamt of blacks taking me a a complete whore. The theme of the dreams were the same. Huge black men dominating me. Vague now to recall, I felt oddly excited.

I had not taken the skooly uniform off, only removed the very soiled white pants. They lay on the bedroom floor, completely soaked in the ugly man’s cum and my ass cum. My bed sheets were victim too of leaking seed, my gaping hole soaking wet and sticky. I had removed now I remember my blonde wig, which I placed on the dresser. My over stretched skooly tie also had been taken off and was lying on the floor. This jolted me to feel my neck, where the tie had been worked hard last night to strangle me at the big blacks will. My neck was sore and as I woke, coming round from sleep. It prompted me to jump out of bed, feeling worry, as to what I would see in the mirror. Staggering over, my legs almost buckling as I arrived, I was shocked at the image of brutality. I had a complete ring of red, purple, brown, blue and black. The middle torn skin and slightly indented. At careful touch it made me winch with a sharp pain. I also noticed bruises on the left side of my neck? This confused me. It looks like in the heat if my pleasures, he had been biting. My image shocked me too. The mascara had run down my face, as if it had melted in the heat of passion and pain, running lines of vivid blue rivers down my cheeks. My red lipstick had almost been wiped clean by his pounding huge black dick. Some survived in a clown like face much wider than my lips, making a big smudged red circle, under my nose, cheeks and chin. I somehow looked wrong or incomplete without the cheap plastic hairpiece. I felt humiliation perhaps in the image. I could see Mick as was in that part of my face that had been uncovered, from the forceful dressing up. It bothered me and disgusted me do much, I refitted the blonde wig, tucking my dark hair neatly under it, not to see the real shamed me behind the perverted mask.

I was jolted further back to the enforced acts of cuckoldery and buggery as I moved off. A warm flow of sticky liquid, reminding me of my rapist African gent, suddenly decided to take the morning air and break free, hours after its master had dumped it, not wanting any further ownership of the frustrated hot load. My ass let out gurgling farts, ones out of my control and out came his fertile deposits, wetting both ass cheeks and running down almost equally both legs. It soon went cold on my legs and began to dry out with the heat of my skin. My ass hole was so wide open still, I could not stop the flow.

Going downstairs quietly, I badly needed a coffee to bring me around. However I tried though I could not unsee or unthink what had happened to me.
My business man thinking made me lust things……
How did I get here?
Did it really just start with her being fucked by a huge black man?
How could I go back?
Could I ever go back?
How come I’d orgasmed?
How come I told him mid depravity I loved him?
Was I hooked into this shabby and perverted life now?

STOP. I said to myself. You were just taken advantage of because of overwhelming forces. Men who are superior to you in every way, when it comes to power and sex. It will pass. They had their fun with you to further cheapen and degrade you, in front of her, your wife, who is, let’s face it, nigga fuck toy.

I stopped thinking negatively as I took to the coffee and sat at the breakfast bar, ass sore, reminding me again as my weight made my hole ache. The room was still in semi darkness. No one had stirred yet. In fact Leanne and the stud seemed to be asleep still. It was though just 7am. In the corner of the big open plan room I could hear faint noises. I thought maybe it was a storm outside, so went to pull a blind open. I hit the motor to open it and it slid about half way, enough to see outside, it was a bright still sunny morning. I thought great I can meet my buddies for a beer later .
Suddenly my heart leapt a beat. Was that someone laid on the bigger couch, in the far corner? I carefully tip-toed over to investigate. I was frightened and tense I have to admit. My thoughts were, why had not the house security warned of intruders?
As I neared the corner, I could see the head, a familiar to me now head. A head that reeked danger and yet risky adventure to me. Yes, it was Aaron the big ugly black man. The man who I felt a part of oddly, bearing his cum loads, both in my tummy and up my ass.
Only his huge face appeared from under a hastily thrown over sheet. He looked even more ugly and menacing asleep, and half snoring now. I felt I was in a danger zone. My legs froze. I could not move. He muttered something incoherent, this made me stop breathing. I think I had cold sweat running down from under my tight, yet hastily fitted hairpiece. My ass hole also twitched. Was he about to awake and see me as his morning glory victim? From under the thin sheet it was clear that his manhood was getting interested in something.
I thought long and hard. If the ugly brute woke now and saw me like this, I would be the huge dicks breakfast. Then he moved a little, I thought, O no, he’s waking and will see me. Just then I decided, sieze the initiative, show willing to him. He may be kinder to me and understand me. He did seem to calm when I told him I thought he was handsome and stupidly loved him.
With that I quietly knelt next to his huge frame and just stared for a while at the sheet covering that massive black shaft. It was pulsing, each pulse inflating it. The loose sheet made the outline a little indistinct, but major features like the big bell end were easy to spot.
I gently placed my small hands onto the thin material and very gently stroked him. I realised now his girth and length, without his intervention. His still sleeping meant I had time to explore this giants big love shaft. Very impressive. Slipping my warm hands under, I took hold of him, still partly pumped, but hot and clammy. The other hand reached out for those huge balls, now not as hard as before he’d blasted them empty. I weighed each part of his sexual organ. The shaft made my little arm ache after a while and the balls weighed in heavy too. Turning my attention to the bell end, it felt like the fatty skin of the foreskin had slipped over his big fist sized fuck piston. I pushed 2 fingers under the wetted skin and rimmed the hot wet bell end. I circled it easy. The reservoir of cum on there making it slippery. My 1st focused play with any mad foreskin, as I don’t have one.
I was amazed how big a man’s love making equipment could be. Gently now lifting this part of the sheet, he still not disturbed. I moved in closer. I bent to kiss the hot shaft. The scent was still musk, old spunk and faintly me, I mean anal me. This furthered my sense and familiarity or of belonging, or maybe owned by the ugly black man. Whatever it was I felt pushed to lick the huge weapon. My little tongue flicked and darted excitedly all over from tip to base. I lifted the heavy spunk factory testicles forwards, and lightly sucked each in turn.
Then, I stopped as he seemed to stare down at his morning sucker. But he rested again. I went for the huge bell end at last, and was reminded of its girth, my face still aching from the over stretching last night. Somehow though, despite the pain, my mouth stretched around him. The foreskin went back as I pushed into his hard glans.
The big man slumbered yet let out a low rumble,”mmmmm, yeeeah.” Then the 1st, sort of schluck noise, quickly reminding me what I was sucking was a breeding shaft. Yes, he spat a thin jet of spunk into me.
Just when I thought my careful and kind nature was working on the huge black man, a massive hand came crashing down on my head. The force stunned me . It twated me real hard, and I felt dazed.
I looked sideways and saw him staring at me in the gloom. It was a look of, what the fuck, or who the fuck are you playing with my privates, my Crown Jewels. His 1st act of defence.
I looked into the big white billiard ball eyes, his snarl. His hand now cupping my head. My mouth frozen and trapped on his wet bell end. He said nothing, but reassured I was blowing him, he steered my head, left/right, left/right for a few moments, until he screwed my lips down to the waiting balls. I chocked lots and struggled breathing. His other big mit circled my sore strangled neck and made me wince, sore with pain.!That hand gripped on, the other at the back of the head still, and my head was worked backwards and forward on the entire length. He decided from my gasps at ball deep when I should emerge for air, pulling me back. I banged on his big hairy chest, hard as I could. I stroked his neck and face gently. Sort of appealing for better treatment now. Sometimes I’d be impaled for too long. He ripped me off his long shaft so fast. Cool air sucked into me. Still holding my sore, burned and throbbing neck in one big strangulating hand, we stared at each other. He seemed to be waiting for a speach from me?
I thought on my feet and said,”good morning my big handsome lover man. How are you feeling?”
He muttered,“ hello slut. Nice waking wiv you sukin ma nuts. See u still dressed as a whore for ur big nigga man.” His clamped hand making my face look at his now fully erect 13inches, then cranking my gaze over his huge frame as the sheet went back. My head went down to the big feet and up to his gaze where he held me.
“Eh doll, you still sees a handsome nigga here? You still loves me doll?” He enquired.
Even though I knew to say yes, he was operating my head up and down to say it for me.
He released his iron grip, my neck pulsing.
“Show me ur shitter babe. Show me it real good. Show Aaron it now doll. You know me- anal Aaron “ he ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” I obediently replied.
He let me stand and bend over for him, but pulled my legs toward him and slapped my ass.
“Bend over bitch. Lift that skirt. Part those cheeks doll,”he said and insisted,”fuck I did me sum gud fukin in dat little white hole babes. Is all narce and wide. Haha, still ma boys dripping from it too. Some gud niggas in dare having fun. Git yourself down on this.” Holding up the big shaft vertical.
I nervously strode over him, facing him. Hovering for a while on his cock tip. He was patient enough now. I lowered slowly, the shaft pushing and stretching my ass pre buggered hole. The older cum acting as lube for the new incoming batches. His hands were ready placed to pull me down into his waiting stale lips. I teased him by not hitting his balls yet, so he stopped pulling until I was there, sat totally impaled on his throbbing full dick. As soon as we docked, fully connected I was sent down to join his big lips and tongue. He masterfully pumped that big piston up and down me. My hole farted out air, then remains of spunk. We were both wet. His arms reached around my small frame in a bear hug. I was being crushed and fucked. The bell end was hitting under my tummy. A bit painfully to begin, then I think he moved things apart inside, so he could only offer me pleasure. I was sent up now, sucking off his big face. He looked at me up and down and buried the shaft real deep. The a hand fingered my tight belly. He found the huge bell end and contoured its globed shape under my belly button. He twitched his shaft and the belly bulge swole. I could see his pride, so I sat back and it poked out more, plus some shaft shaped itself too. I removed the big black paw and placed my hand under his. Then I stroked the penis through my flesh. I looked at him smiling, all proud and manly.
“Shoot me baby with that big black cannon. Let me feel it. I know you’re ready. I can feel it baby,” I told him, having my 1st big orgasm.
I shaped his bell ended with my finger and placed it firmly where the spunking slit was. The other hand i masturbated the poking out shaft hard. He shot a big heavy load, round 1. I jolted as it pissed out. It was so hot, burning inside, under my rumbling finger tip, pushed back by the pressure and force of his ejaculate. Knowing it to be useless to stop him filling me. I ran 2 fingers along the shaft and released my finger. He let go lots of spunk squirts now. Filling me more than last night. I felt mildly pregnant as he pumped and pumped me swollen.
He was bucking and shouting out obscenities about me and what a slut I was.
He eased up and I stayed sat on my stallion. Proud I’d brought him off again and he was happy.
Looking up I had not noticed Leanne had sucked her man off, and was dripping his morning glory too.