My wife Ashley gets a kick out of attention from men. She is 1.65 m, has beautiful brown hair and cheerful brown eyes and a radiant smile. Her breasts have a large E cup and her full, round buttocks turn a lot of heads every day. She always dresses very provocatively and constantly flirts with black men. She had already built up quite a reputation as a city slut when we started dating. A lot of white men before me couldn't deal with her insatiable lust and the fact that she was constantly sleeping with other men, but for me it was different.
Ashley worked in a bar I frequented and where all the waitresses were running around in shiny tight shorts and tight crop tops and high heels. Samantha also works in that bar, with whom I had previously had a brief relationship. She was turned off by my little white cock and she had started screaming at me when she found my extensive cuckold porn collection on my computer. I had to confess everything and explain it to her in detail. That was really terribly embarrassing. She thought I was a sissy and she yelled that she was going to let everyone know what a small dick loser I was. Not much later, she broke up with me. I had almost forgotten about her threat when I was quite ******* in the bar one day. Ashley was the waitress of our group of friends and when I made a comment about her delicious cameltoe she looked at me and said with a smile; "That's for real men, not white cuckies with a micropenis." My friends laughed and thought it was a joke, but the teasing look in her eyes made it clear that Samantha had told her everything. Not much later I went on a first date with Ashley and to make a long story short: she was very fascinated by my cuckold fetish and we got into a relationship. She loved being in a relationship, where she had complete sexual freedom. We got married and our cuckold relationship developed deeper and deeper, and her penchant for big, muscular black bulls grew. She often had one-night stands and casual encounters with big black men, where I was sometimes allowed to watch and sometimes not, but the need to take our cuckold-hotwife marriage to the next level was growing, so we placed an ad for black bull who wanted to take possession of us to train us further.
Out of the many responses we received, we chose Dwight, because he described it very explicitly how he was going to train us and take possession of us as a white couple. He turned out to be the owner of the Queen at Spades bar and restaurant in a neighborhood with a not-so-good reputation. The bar was right next to a big porn shop that also had a huge collection of slutty clothes. For our first meeting with Dwight, Ashley had put on a short stretch skirt and a shiny blouse, the top three buttons of which she undid it. I just wore jeans and a white T-shirt. We were both quite nervous when we parked our car in the parking lot of the bar. We kissed briefly, after which Ashley laughed, "Come on cucky, time to meet our new bull." She laughed and got out and walked towards the bar. I had to run to catch up with her. At the door were two big, muscular black bouncers, but Ashley didn't seem impressed: "Hi, we're here to see Dwight." Both men looked at Ashley from head to toe and the taller of the two said shamelessly; "Nice ass and tits, ma'am." Ashley blushed, but to my surprise, responded with giggles, "Thank you, that's so sweet." "Go inside, Dwight is expecting you," the bouncer grinned.
In the hallway hung two heavy curtains with all spade signs. Ashley pushed both curtains aside for a moment and walked in first. I followed her immediately. Inside was a pretty big bar, about twenty booths made of black leather and a stage with a few spotlights. There were more than 20 black men in the bar and there were four white waitresses, dressed in tight shiny pink hot pants with BNWO in large letters on the back and a white tank top with a black spade sign with the text Black owned in black letters underneath. A large, muscular black man, almost two meters tall, approached us. He was dressed in black leather pants and a black shirt that accentuated his muscles. "We're here for Dwight," Ashley began. "Found him," the man laughed. He took her hand and for a moment Ashley thought he wanted to kiss her on the hand, but instead he turned her around her axis with a powerful motion, clearly inspecting her. "You look hot, baby. Come back with me." Without giving me a glance, the two walked to the back booth: "Sit down," he commanded me. I obeyed, as Dwight placed his big hand on Ashley's ass and gently pushed her to the bench across from me, then he sat down next to her.
"So, why are you here?" he said in a calm and confident voice. I wanted to answer, but Dwight immediately put his hand in front of my face: "Your wife gives the answers." I paused and looked at Ashley. "Well, we're here to meet you," she smiled kindly. "Let's ******* to that," Dwight laughed, and the waitress walked up with a tray of three large cocktails. One cocktail after another followed and we were already getting quite tipsy. Dwight let Ashley talk about her uninhibited sexual desires and, to my dismay, also about my little white penis. Dwight roared with laughter and Ashley laughed along. "So you want to be a cuckold couple for me? You want to become completely black property and serve the BNWO cause?" He looked at the ever-giggling Ashley. "Yes, that's our kink," Ashley confessed frankly.
"That's great, but we'll have to take care of some formalities first," Dwight said suddenly, gravely. He pushed a black plastic bag with stuff into my hands: "Go through the swinging doors to the back, first room on the right and put this on and then you will come back. You put the clothes you're wearing now in the bag and give them to me later." I looked at Ashley, who was blushing all over by now. She nodded, "Go on honey, see you later." I got up and walked through the swinging doors and after twenty meters I found the room on the right and went in. In the room there was a large bed, a pair of leather armchairs and a table. The walls and ceiling were covered with mirrors, and in the middle of the ceiling was a semi-circular dark dome of a surveillance camera.
I unpacked the bag: a small stainless steel chastity cage with a flexible urethrakatheter, silicon based lube, a pink pair of women's briefs with 'caged cuck' on the front and 'BNWO supporter' in large letters on the back and a tank top with the text 'tiny dick cuckold'. I undressed and just as I pulled down my underpants, I heard a stern African-American female voice: "That's the smallest and pathetic white baby penis I've ever seen." In front of me was a black mistress, fully dressed in shiny black SM clothing. Before I could say anything she walked up to me and grabbed my balls and I felt her hand squeeze vigorously with very long sharp nails. "I'll lock you up, cucky." She looked me straight in the eyes as she routinely lubricated the flexible urethral catheter with lubricant. Then she took my glans between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it, so that my urethra was open. I felt the cold metal end part of the urethral catheter stretch my glans and with a smooth movement she slid the cage with the flexible catheter further and pushed it hard against my pubic bone. "Lift your balls!" she commanded. I obeyed and with a quick movement she slid the cold metal ring behind my balls and clicked it onto the penis cage. "Hold on!" she commanded. I held the cage in my hand, while the black mistress clicked the lock and took out the key.
Satisfied, she looked at my locked penis; "Much better this way!" she concluded. "Stand in spread position, cuck". When I didn't respond right away, her nails drilled into my scrotum again. I winced and she repeated her command. I quickly stood with my legs wide. The black mistress stood in front of me and suddenly kicked me hard in the balls. "Get dressed quickly, cuck." I put on the pink panties and tank top and put my old clothes in the bag. "Come along!" she commanded. When we walked back into the bar through the swinging doors, the bar patrons looked our way. A cheer and laughter filled the room. "Get used to it, cucky," she said with a laugh and we walked to the booth where Ashley and Dwight were sitting. In front of Ashley, there were papers on the table with the clearly legible title: Black Owned Contract. Ashley looked up from the papers and burst out laughing when she saw me, "Oh my God!" was all she could say about four times, putting her hands over her mouth. Then she began to laugh uncontrollably.
"Thank you, Talitha," said Dwight, handing him the keys. "Get the bunch of keys". Talitha walked over to the bar and returned moments later with a large ring with hundreds of similar small keys attached. Dwight put one key on the huge bunch of keys and put the other in his pocket. Again, Ashley responded with: "Oh my God!"
Dwight took the bag from me and pulled out my wallet, took out my credit card and handed it to Talitha. "Go pick out a sexy wardrobe with my new slut next door at her cucky's expense," he grinned. "But before you go, you tell your cuck what you just signed." Ashley turned fiery red in her face: "Uhhh, I signed the Black Owned Contract. Dwight is now my Bull and I have given permission for him and the entire BNWO community to train me to become a Queen of Spades, where I can earn multiple tattoos." "Exactly, slut," Dwight grinned, as he undid his pants and pulled out his big black cock. "Suck it, slut," he commanded, pushing Ashley's head over his cock. "Lots of spit and no teeth! Clear?" Again loud cheers and laughter rang out in the bar. "You can do much better," Talitha screeched and grabbed Ashley's head tightly with both hands and pushed her head completely over Dwight's rapidly growing and hardening cock. "Suck slut, suck like your life depends on it. Quickly and rhythmically, Taliyha pushed Ashley's head up and down. Dwight looked straight at me, "Your wife is my slut now. I want you to encourage her. Say: worship this huge black cock and lick these superior black balls!" I obeyed and encouraged Ashley fanatically. Dwight shoved the pen towards me: "You still have to sign the contract. Hurry up!" "But I haven't read it yet," I protested. "Sign immediately, cuck!" roared Dwight. Nervously, I grabbed the pen and signed on the last page, right next to Ashley's clearly recognizable signature. "Well done cucky, now you belong to the BNWO community." Suddenly, Dwight himself grabbed Ashley's head with both hands and started thrusting his cock hard and deep into her mouth. With a loud cry, he emptied his balls into her mouth. "Swallow, slut! Swallow it all!" However, the amount of was too great and it dripped down Ashley's face. Dwight wiped his cock clean by her hair. "That was good, slut. Now you can go and buy sexy clothes. Cucky stays here to learn his duties.
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