” Fuck you bastard, I thought to myself and drove my cock all the way in one final plunge. The final three inches entered her tunnel and I could fee... the tight little ring around my cock loosen and the constraint go away. Carla was shivering like a fish out of water and asking to hold still for just a minute. “It hurt quite a bit when it broke, but now it is beginning to ease up.” She said and looked at me with a frightened smile. “Just stay there and let your big old cock soak well in my. When I was forced into a situation where it was necessary for me to speak to someone of the opposite sex I blushed and stuttered and made a terrible fool of myself. I’m sure I gave every boy I spoke to the impression I had a learning disability.My father, who I’m certain would have been much more comfortable living in the nineteenth century, did not see the need for women to be educated beyond the twelfth grade. But that was alright with me. I was far too lacking in self confidence to go off to. We both knew I would do anything he now desired and so we talked for a good hour, at least he talked and I agreed to whatever he said, we knew the door was open. We both understood there would be no love involved, just respect, humiliation, perhaps even pain though I prayed not too much of that, but sexual joy, fulfilment, and the climaxes Jack could not or would not give. He respected that I didn’t love my husband any less and he wanted to in his words “not upset the applecart of my marriage.”. No denying his friends can hear my loud screams in pleasure as the background. Sometimes they even talk about me and laugh at how a normal suburban housewife church goers like me can turned into a cum hungry nigga loving whore. Yesterday he took me to a tattoo parlor and asked me to tattoo "Black Cocks Only" above my pubic hair with a downwards arrow pointing to my pussy. He also tattooed above my ass "Owned by Blacks". I was hesitant at first but really liked the end result. I felt owned. Cant.