MaggieAnne4BBC The Journey Into Whoredom
Just a few short years ago I was a church going butter wouldn’t melt married mother of two in a depressing job I detested with a vengeance. I’d married my childhood sweetheart and easily adapted to married life. Of course there’d been ups and downs but at least we’d stayed faithful to each other. Leastwise I was faithful, sex with hubby had never been the mind-blowing experiences other women talked about, but I’d blamed myself. If hubby was ever unfaithful, at least he was discreet, and to be honest, I wouldn’t have blamed him if he had sought better sex elsewhere. Had he broached the subject of our sex life, most likely I would’ve encouraged him to seek casual sex elsewhere.
Small arguments about my church activities which had increased when the kids up and went to university suddenly developed into a huge argument that had resulted in him storming off one evening. He returned two days later with ultimatums. Finish with the church and live the life he wanted for me, or it would be divorce. Following discussions I chose to do whatever he would ask of me. The following evening found us in an out of town hotel bedroom. A surprise Xmas treat he’d said before stripping me of my clothing. Then he’d left me there with instructions to do as I was told or not return home. As he'd taken my clothing, the latter would have been impossible, hence I'd little in the way of choices
Since childhood I’d had a fear of black people, they terrified me; still terrify me to this day. So when three fat and ugly as hell big black guys let themselves into the room, I felt the blood drain from my face - from everywhere, I went rigid, stared at them in sheer terror. Technically, it wasn’t rape; terrified they'd kill me if I didn't cooperate - I’d let them fuck my cunt, my virgin ass, and my virgin throat. The pain was horrendous. By morning, although I’d experienced some bleeding, when they’d fucked me for the final time I’d had several orgasms like I’d never previously experienced. I’d been in agony for more than a week, following which it was a different hotel, different blacks and so it went on.
Soon after it was one guy at a time, but they all had one thing in common, something I hadn’t realised until nearly three months had passed. Although their cocks were substantially larger, in length and girth, than my husbands nearly 5 inches, they all had average 'black sized' cocks. My first huge black cock was a real life-changing event. I truly thought I’d never recover, never be the same again. For sure, I decided then, if I had the choice I’d only ever want to be fucked by black cocks.
I’m nothing more than the average woman next door. That first going black experience, I’d not wanted to let down my husband, wanted him to be proud of me and that’s how it was for months. As mentioned, my only previous fucking experience was with my husband, a couple of minutes at most - missionary position. No foreplay - nothing, just in and out.
Using the internet, I quickly learned the basics - how to keep black cocks aroused and happy. No embarrassingly meaningless small talk though, that’s not what these men were there for. They wanted mind blowing raw sex and I learned how to deliver.
An encounter with a big black guy led to a meeting. Me, hubby and him. They did the talking and I listened. Next day I handed in my notice to quit my hated job. That Xmas eve, I became an escort, a prostitute solely for black guys, a black cock whore. No difference except more money for hubby who left his job. Two pimps instead of one. Seems this guy had liked how I'd treated his cock and balls, gave them my undivided attention. No small talk, no crap about how big his cock was, just black cock worship.
Working as a full time ‘escort’ sounds better than any of the other job description titles like prostitute, hooker, whore and the rest but who cares, I get paid well for entertaining black cocks. Better still, I really love being fucked by those lovely black cocks.
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Loved your story, how much for you to come to London
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