Surprise

My names is Miriam, and I can honestly say I’m the last person who I’d ever have imagined writing this. A little more about me and my life, Miriam Carlyle 38 married to Henry 40 who I met at university and married when he finished his physics masters. I am an only child from a middle class background, Henry is certainly upper class his father a prominent MP, and like his father Henry’s life is very conservative.
We now live in Bristol where Henry is a Don at there university, while I’m working as the head liaison officer for overseas students. Yes its as boring as it sounds both at work and at home, that was until Malcolm.
I’d laughed at that name when the university head had informed me about him joining the commerce and politics degree, a black African prince called Malcolm, who wouldn’t laugh.

After the last two years I would never laugh about Malcolm again. From the first time I met him I was truly impressed, looks, good manners, thoughtfulness in this day and age not vastly observed among modern students. He looked at me with his dark hazel eyes and I would melt, he was always touching not just me but everyone, like a calming influence. One time he stood on the opposite side of my deck, leant over stroked my hair from my face, speaking softly he whispered thank you miss you have certainly helped. It was just a time table alteration.

After Malcolm had been with us a few weeks and things had calmed down, everyone got used to seeing him and his four man entourage, yes four bodyguards all supposedly doing the same degree as Malcolm, not a hope of them passing, but all were being paid for in full.
My life meanwhile slipped back to it’s mundane state, Henry spending a lot of his life either at work or in his office at home. He had never been very sexual towards me and there was never a thought of children, and although he was loving I’m sure in his mind a wife was just part of his status. When he did perform it was over in minutes, and if I’d not seen it on the internet I’d not even know what an orgasm was.

It was one of my evenings browsing on the internet, that Africa and Malcolm came into my mind.
I don’t know what question I asked but what came up was amazing, and probably no surprise to anyone reading this. Black men big black men and white women, I shut it down straight away, but not for long, yes I looked I looked long and hard and many times, to many.

I tried very hard to work things out with Henry when we were in bed, even trying like on the screen, to suck him off. God it was so embarrassing, he degraded me…. what a disgusting thing he bawled, how could I. Thirty minutes later he was fast asleep and I was bringing myself off thinking about what I’d seen on my computer only hours before.

Malcolm and his friends never quite looked the same again after my browsing, and I really did like to browse a great deal.
It was our university, and departmental policy for students and staff to have monthly dinners, and when it came time for the dinner for the commerce department. Henry was quite surprised when I informed him I would be attending.
Of course unsurprisingly he never offered to escort me, so I ordered a taxi for the night, picked out a very formal black dress and had my hair done the morning of the dinner. I know now that Malcolm had one of his men organise the seating so I was sat between him and one of the older masters, this was not unusual the staff were always spread amongst the student.

The meal was wonderful and the company enthralling Malcolm would touch my arm, hand or shoulder whenever he spoke to me. By the end of the dessert course his hand rested briefly on my upper thigh sending electric bolts through my body, The master excused himself at the end of the meal a pleasant smile and thanks to all the table but pleaded he was very tired.
This left myself Malcolm two of his friends and two other students, we were drinking what was left of the wine with coffee and chatting amiably. Malcolm’s hand went to my thigh continuously while we chatted, should I have objected?
As the dinner guests began to disburse and I was about to do the same, Malcolm stood and took my arm quite forcefully lifting me with him. I was sure everyone would be watching us, but of course no one would have been. He led me through a door alongside the banqueting hall annex, this led to a corridor I didn’t know existed. Then we were in another room, I assumed at one time it had been an office but now unused. It was only a two minutes walk and in that time neither of us spoke. Even in the room he guided me into, right to the far wall to the side of the large bay window, he stood before me towering over me he looked so handsome in the moonlight from the window.

He kissed me, not a peck a full blown kiss something I’d never experienced before his tongue forced between my lips darting eagerly looking for my own tongue dancing with it, the kiss the wine I felt dizzy and intoxicated with all I can say now was pure lust.
Malcolm sensed my feelings, his hand was at my back my zip released my dress round my ankles, without thinking I kicked it away...I couldn’t let this happen, his fingers were releasing my bra I was so glad I’d worn one of my nicer ones.

Why do people have such funny thoughts at times like this, I was glad about my body, my breast were big and firm and my hips full and rounded I always had kept fit, and I’d trimmed my pussy just the other day.

Malcolm moved from my lips down to my neck, my hands were in his close cropped hair, he took my breasts one nipple at a time sucking making them grow he bit each one in turn, I loved the pain as he bit hard. I could hear the heavy moaning and after a moment I realised it was me. I felt his big hands gently pushing down the waistband of my panties, his body followed down I knew he was looking at me as he lifted one ankle at a time removing my panties completely. I looked down at him he sniffed hungrily at my panties before throwing them to one side.

Then oh god so wonderful he lifted one leg resting it across his shoulder, his tongue attacked me just like I’d seen on my screen a few days before. My pussy lips opened easily he went right up me lapping at and tasting my juices and I knew there was a lot of my juices that night. Never have I experienced anything like that and it seemed to go on for ever, I could feel it building getting stronger he needed to support me more….and then I came all over the face of a black man that I realised I barely knew. It was so good so naughty but so marvellous.

Malcolm stood again his wet lips found mine once more I could taste myself, my arms were round his neck holding him to me tightly. Then I felt him his organ pressing against my tummy, it felt massive really massive, he was holding it moving it. You want me Miriam he asked you want me to fuck you don’t you, I think I nodded. Once again…. tell me Miriam...yes I do...tell me you want me to fuck you...yes pleaseeee FUCK me yes I need it so bad. He slid his black mushroom head along my pussy lips they opened for him like a flower wanting to grab him and keep him, inch by inch he entered me, I felt a little bit of fear, but no regret this was something my body longed for.

It seemed to go on for ever and then he was in me his big balls slapping against my thighs, he held it still allowing me to get used to his size. All the time he spoke to me kissing me feeling my breasts loving and admiring my body I felt so alive.
And then he fucked me, he physically lifted me my naked legs wrapped round his back, he was hammering into my eager body taking me, owning me I loved it orgasm after orgasm ripped through me, I felt him growing bigger then he was flooding me jet after jet I could feel him deep in my womb. He didn’t pull out for minutes and I didn’t want him to.

My eyes were closed I felt so good my orgasm’s subsided Malcolm pulled from me I felt the void….and then he entered me again kissing me hard his tongue once more dancing with mine, god he was rock hard.

My brain was slow and still full of lust I started to fuck back wanting it again, then I realised it was Wilfred who was fucking me Malcolm’s right hand man, and Malcolm was kissing me while smiling into my eyes. I wanted to fight...he spoke softly relax Miriam enjoy my darling, and let us enjoy you. My mind said no but my body said yes. I went with my body, and five men fucked me that night more than once they moved me from the wall, firstly I was on my back then onto my knee’s. They gave me a running commentary calling me the filthiest names, I sucked Malcolm’s cock and maybe two others swallowing spunk for the first time ever, someone ate cum from me moving his tongue to my sensitive anal ring opening my bottom giving me one more sensual experience. I was constantly in orgasm they spanked me and bit and pulled on my nipples, and I was still begging them to fuck me more and more, following their lead and using the language of the gutter.

How I’ll never know, but Wilfred had keys to get us out and to lock the building. They let Malcolm put me into a taxi, he never showed anything towards me more than a student would for which I was pleased. He did whisper has we approached the taxi, what a wonderful evening we’d all had and next time I am going to fuck your arse. My mind was in turmoil at his words and the night’s experience I was exhausted and in need of my bed, I was pleased that Henry was fast asleep when I arrived home. And even more pleased when in the morning and following days he never questioned my arrival time as he’d been in bed by ten. He also never saw the state of my body, my bottom and inner thighs were still red and slightly bruised and my breast’s so bruised they couldn’t take my normal firm bra and for the next few days I wore a softer less supporting bra. This was a constant reminder of my Friday night.

It was Wednesday of the following week when Wilfred came into my office, it was always Wilfred doing Malcolm’s bidding. He placed a manilla envelope on my desk, good morning miss we think that we would enjoy your company this Sunday coming. Please follow our instruction closely or you may be lost and very regretful. Miriam was pleased no one had witnessed the transaction and in particular the menace in Wilfred’s voice. Lunch time was the first time I had to look inside the manilla envelope, I never finished reading it until I was at home alone that evening such was the shock I’d initially got.

I made sure Henry was nowhere near, before red faced I open the envelope once again. Three photograph’s number one a naked ME sucking on a massive black cock, number two an open mouthed smiling ME spunk shooting onto my tongue from the same cock, the third a cock sliding up my cunt while I looked back over my shoulder with a look of pure lust in my eyes.
Also enclosed was a letter with the university headings, it was from professor Musa, someone I had met briefly a very large older Nigerian gentleman who had been with the university for several years. The letter was an instruction for my department to instigate an overseas liaison officer for their student’s, and for Miriam to attend a set of meetings over the next few weeks to identify and correct the problems.

I knew exactly where the letter was directing me and I knew the menace of the photograph’s, and deep down I knew letter or photograph’s or not the path I was going to follow.

That was why the following Sunday afternoon, I found myself entering the massive rear garden of an even larger Victorian house in a local village Frampton Cockerell.
It hadn’t been easy to follow their instruction’s, not to find the house that was simple, but how I should look was a different thing. Eyes and lips, slutty black eyes and very red scarlet red lips the tight white blouse over the black quarter cup bra, nipples painted with the same scarlet lipstick. Black pleated skirt over the finest denier seamed stockings, skirt so short the stocking tops and my white thighs were on view for all to see. The shoes black patent platforms with a 5” heel, two things I knew were true having tried the outfit at home, if I walked in those shoes my bottom swayed everywhere and any bending in that skirt would show the tiny white cotton thong I was now wearing. Sounds as if I wear this type of outfit every day, mini skirt never, quarter cup bra never, platform shoes never and hold up stockings once or twice. The school girl tie was the last thing I added, god I felt the excitement coursing through my body.

The first thing I noticed as I entered the garden was the swimming pool but after that it was just men, black men I counted six three of who I actually new from the university the others complete strangers, all of them were young men wearing either shorts or trunks below their muscular naked chests. I couldn’t see Malcolm or Wilfred at, and when they appeared they flanked the much older professor Musa and all three had lustful smile’s on their faces as they approached me. In fact all eyes were on me making me feel weak at the knee’s

Welcome Miriam, I belief you know my uncle Lucas. I smiled my acknowledgement. All the men were in close proximity ogling my body, Wilfred handed me a drink while Malcolm started to talk to and about me….We will introduce the lady, he took my hand. This is Miriam, Miriam is a slut..am I right Miriam...WELL...yes...louder..yes..louder YES...not just a slut she is a married white slut for black cock...am I right Miriam...yes...tell them what you want...black cock From now on Miriam will be called slut or worse, she is a piece of nigger meat she loves and yearns the pleasure we will give her, and will except what ever we do willingly. We have discovered that SLUT also likes pain so we must please her in every way she desires...am I right slut….yes...master...yes master. I will always be master in private and my friends will all be sir. While he’d been speaking he’d moved behind me, he unbuttoned my blouse releasing my tits. Before he touched them I’d felt the pain in my nipples rock hard waiting. Malcolm didn’t disappoint squeezing and stretching each on in turn.

Now slut my uncle is a special guest and we must look after him, Malcolm knelt me on a rubber pad my legs quite wide apart...service him slut, It just seemed natural as Lucas approached, my hands went to his shorts and within one simple movement I was looking at a massive black prick he wasn’t hard and he looked more than ten inches long and fatter than my wrist. My tongue found the underside of that monster and I began to lick from his gigantic balls to the tip of his mushroom head. My hands fondled him while my mouth opened wide...yes suck it you filthy white slut get it down that throat.

I could see out of the corner of my eyes, naked men hands pulling on hard black cocks forming a long queue alongside Lucas, I could feel myself my thong wet and sticky my tummy turning knots I was hot and ready for dirty sex. For thirty minutes they moved round me feeding me cock after cock, forcing more and more into my face fucking my mouth, spittle ran down my chin I coughed and gagged but there was no let up on the second round I managed to get the shortest cock all the way down my throat, but weeks would pass before I could get the giants cocks even close. I can’t remember who came first but he flooded my mouth before finishing on my face...next time it all went on my face, the third time I was showing my mouth full of spunk before swallowing something I was getting good at.

There would be no let up, not that I wanted any. They had me doing what I would come to love. Wilfred coached me briefly, and then he introduced me the slut will now perform. With face and neck covered in drying spunk, I put on the performance of my life while hot black men sat with rock hard or hardening cocks screamed the most encouraging and filthiest insults, I was a whore, bitch, slag, slutty white wife cum bucket cock sucking spunk slut. That first time in front of them, I invented things to do with dildo’s vibrators I went from sexy school girl to a married white slut in quarter cup bra stockings an CFM shoes, I fucked a courgette sat over a very large bottle...and believe it or not did a pee...I’d dared to ask for a toilet break...and was ordered to do it there and then...WOW what a filthy hot pee down on my haunches legs wide open in full view of all those men. Can’t remember who but one of them came and wiped my pissy cunt and then licked his fingers clean.

Next two of the men took over, while the others watched. Firstly they pulled on my nipples before fitting me with nipple clamps one at a time watching my reactions as they tightened them until I almost fainted from the pain, I realised quickly it would be useless to complain. Then they forcefully bent me across a rubber bound waist high post tying my wrists to my ankles, and then both to the corners of the supporting posts, I was stretched beyond belief and the high heels I wore didn’t help. If I thought that was finished, one of them went to my head waving his wonderful hard black cock in front of my face teasing me, while at the same I felt fingers on my hanging tits they were attaching weights to the rings on the clamps. I’d get used to this over the next two years, but that first time with only small weights I thought my nipples would be pulled off. What it did was get my cunt flooding I could feel it, my lips felt fat and juicy the tiny white thong I wore could hardly contain me, I new it was sopping wet and everyone could see it.

Oh they could see it alright and it was to much for someone, the thong was pushed to one side and his cock was slammed into my cunt, the pain of his massive cock forcing it’s way in lasted about thirty seconds then god I forgot the clamps, weights and the cock in my face. It was so fucking good not like the night at the dinner, now I was alive feeling it ramming into me spreading me I wanted it to rub my clit to go further in me although I thought I could taste it he was so deep. I couldn’t get my breath he was fucking me that hard, and then it was made worse as I gasped the cock at my head was forced between my lips. He was fucking my face forcing it down my throat and holding it there, making me gag he did it time and again. There was laughter and filthy language all around me, they pulled on my tits swaying them causing more pain, they took turns to slap my ass cheeks. All the time those wonderful black cocks used my holes.

I felt and heard the man up my cunt gasping with lust preparing to flood me, my orgasm was coming too...then it started spunk spraying my twat wall’s time and again, I spat the cock from my mouth screaming and cumming and cumming like never before. I felt his cock softening slipping from my body. Spunk was pouring down my thighs, my cunt felt a sudden emptiness, but it wasn’t empty for long it’s a strange feeling when you don’t know who’s fucking you, but I can tell whoever reads this with cocks this big you’ll never care again. I think three of them fucked and fucked me hard before flooding me while I was tied up in that position, while two came all over my face the second one Carl I think his name was, spooned his cum up with his cock and fed it into my eager mouth.

I was suddenly free and quite dizzy, my tits still dangling under great weight they moved me to a mattress and threw me down, I realised how filthy I must look sweat and spunk all over my body but this didn’t disturb my molesters they were all over me again in seconds.
Two cocks were vying for my mouth, my head was moved from one side to the other they slapped me with their dicks while forcing them between my lips. Someone was biting on my tits and I searched out his cock to wank. My sopping cunt, was being eaten, devoured by big black lips the tongue disappearing along my lips to my anus, probing before moving back to my bullet like clit.
How long he ate me before he moved between my thighs my mind didn’t register, but one thing that did register, that it was my lover Malcolm who hovered between my thighs.

He entered me easily and I could feel every inch of him inside me, as fast as he entered he was pulling right out again. I could hear him talking to the others, my mouth was also suddenly empty of cock.
My legs were taken and pulled right back to my ears and then pulled outwards, exposing me completely my cunt and arse hole on full view. That’s when I knew what was happening, I remembered Malcolm’s word on that first night “I’m going to fuck your arse” fingers were on my ring opening me, something cold ran between my cheeks I now realising they were greasing me up, I thought this was to help me, not a bit of it they wanted easy entry without pain for them.
Taking a cock up the arse the first time believe me is not easy, taking a black cock is very different.
Malcolm talked all the time while he worked forcing first one then two then three fingers up my anal passage, the more I relaxed the easier it seemed to feel I could feel him rotating his fingers inside me pulling stretching stinging relaxing, words flowed from my black lover, loving word for his white married slut.

Then I felt him so big so fat and I knew what being stretched meant, it seemed to take forever and it was a little painful until his fat mushroom head disappeared, I could hear Malcolm breathing harder and voices egging him on fuck the shit out of her, split her in two fucking the filthy whore, me next screamed someone. Then he was in me I felt him slowly fucking me easing it up, the grease made it feel so much easier I could feel the fullness and heat in my bottom, and then I could feel the excitement building within me I was going to orgasm again but this time with a cock in my arsehole it was a weird and exciting feeling, made even better a few minutes later I was bodily lifted from Malcolm and then lowered onto his cock again, if anything he seemed to be further inside me and forcing me down on him. Then I felt something else, Lucas was forcing an even bigger cock into my cunt I was sopping wet and he entered me easily god it felt so hot. I was truly a slut now begging them to fuck me, harder faster fill my cunt and arse, my language was from the gutter. I know I farted and squirted, sweat poured from the three of us.

I remember cocks being wanked and spunk spewing at me and all over me, someone was pulling on my tits and spreading the cum. I couldn’t help thinking how could these men last, Henry was spent after one fuck. Lucas was the first to cum, them me and Malcolm together and he seemed to go on forever, screaming and moaning in ecstasy. I could feel the spunk oozing from me my arse was a little sore and someone was telling me how it was gaping wide….thirty minutes later I was in the shower and everyone had disappeared. I soon learnt this would be the norm, I was just a piece of meat to them.

For the next two years I would be their sex slave, they’d laugh at my pain and humiliation they provoked me to be filthier, drinking spunk and piss from a glass, fucking and getting fucked by a young black girl tying and whipping me with belts and cord. They were overjoyed when Henry ( Lucas told him) found out, and he started to egg me on. I came home with pictures and videos, god knows where the master copies went. It got Henry out of his office, I couldn’t believe he was now fucking me in every hole after all his earlier disgust he was turning into the man I always wanted.

There was some good news besides Henry’s turn to the dark side, in four months a group of Somalian men were moving into the big house, I’m sure their the men who use metal balls under their foreskin...mmmmmm delighful