Addicted to Big Black Cock: Hot Wife Elizabeth's Cuckold Story
By Arthur Mitchell
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Elizabeth's First Black Cock
My wife Elizabeth had toyed with me for many years about fucking other men, but it must have been the winter cold that finally led her to bring fantasy to life. A tall, but curvaceous woman in her early thirties, she had been pampered all her life, and I was just her latest footstool.
I'll let you in on a little secret about the rich: it's easy to get bored when you don't have to slave your life away for other people, and sometimes, we're made slaves to our own decadence. We are the 1%, the investor class, the job drivers, and all that other politically charged jazz. But we're also the nastiest freaks you could begin to imagine.
Since the time we had married, Elizabeth had certainly brought out the scraggly demon lurking inside me. I had submitted to her high heels, whips, and verbal ambushes from the very beginning.
No, not merely submitted. I craved it. I know that she did too, and it was exactly the reason why we were still together, while our friends who had paired up in holy matrimony in their late twenties had already split.
I had always loved the type of beauty and violent contrast between light and dark that emerges in life. For this reason, I intentionally tracked muddy snow all over her fine Turkish rug in the entryway, leading her to punish me severely that night. I lay strapped down in the bed, and Elizabeth brought down the crop on my swollen ass again and again, violating my little cock with her venom.
“You think this is funny, you little shit?” Her cold blue eyes looked over her brutal handiwork, and she snapped her head back to keep her long blonde hair from obscuring her view.
“No, madam. Not at all. I'm so, so sorry,” I said, failing to suppress an agonized snicker.
“The usual punishments aren't enough, I'm afraid. Not this time.” She brought down the riding crop again, sending a heated shiver all the way up my spine.
“Besides,” she continued, “I'm getting sick of you using that toy on me to get off. Why do I always have to be the boss around here? It's time I found a real man.”
My eyes glinted with suffocating terror and joy at her suggestion. Pressed into the confines of the mattress, my prick stirred to its maximum bulge, which wasn't much. I had been pressing her to find a bigger cock for years, but propriety always held her back.
What would the servants think if some ruffian from the streets came into our private quarters and stayed the night? Thinking about their secretive whispers and humiliating stares just made me harder.
“P-please madam, do whatever gives you pleasure. I'm here for you, always.”
Elizabeth smiled down, then tossed her implement aside and undid my bindings. She stretched her whole body out on the great Victorian bed, giving me the pleasure of taking in her perky tits, creamy legs, and the moist slit beneath that emerged as she yanked her panties down and threw them aside.
“Your tongue will have to do for tonight. But it won't be long before I see if there's a cock out there to satisfy me. The bigger and blacker, the better.”