The Wicked Witch from the East.
Friday night at around 9 p.m., I sat alone at my favorite bar, The 49er, on the corner of West San Carlos Street and Bascom Ave. The place was my go-to spot whenever I wanted to forget the world, and it's not like anyone would recognize me with my messed-up hair and teary eyes. My face crashed as I sipped my drink, a 12-year-old Blended Scotch whiskey by Johnny Walker Black Label, while puffing on a cigarette.
My wife, Ailene, had just broken my heart again by telling me she was going to spend the weekend with her boss. The bitter feeling of betrayal slid through me, like a thousand knives stabbing my heart repeatedly. It was a fresh pain that reminded me of how my marriage was falling apart.
Just then, a woman caught my eye. Black hair cascaded down her shoulders and her face was sharp, beautiful. Her movements were hypnotic, almost like she was checking out each man sitting at the bar, searching for something. I couldn't help but feel intrigued by her presence.
The woman glided closer to me. She had such an effortless grace as she studied me intently; I could feel her examining my soul through her piercing blue eyes. I was already struggling with everything that had happened, and to be honest, I was in a the best spot to be hit by another blow - but whatever it was, I needed it.
"Hey, lovely lips, does someone sit here?" She said, her voice like a cross between lilting song and a purr.
"No, it's all yours," I replied, my heart racing for reasons I didn't understand.
"I'll have whatever you're drinking."
Her voice was barely more than a whisper, almost demanding.
"Hi, I'm Samantha. I was checking out the men in here. I didn't think I'd find someone as good as you." She said like it was a gift she'd just given me.
"Hi, my name's Darrin. I'm not a very good person for you right now, so you should just leave."
"What's your story, Darrin?" She inquired with genuine curiosity.
"My wife, Ailene, is gone for the weekend with her boss. She broke my heart. Can't even divorce her, and all she does is rub it in my face by leaving me."
"Your wife's a rotten bitch!" She exclaimed without a trace of sanctimony.
I laughed alongside her, appreciating the gravity of what I'd just said, "That's putting it lightly."
"Darrin, I have a proposition to make you." She came closer to me, slowing down her words so they could sink into me, "Your boobs looking fine tonight."
"I'm sorry," I stammered, "my name is actually Darrin Stephens - and you can call me that."
My heart pounded against my chest as Samantha swayed in front of me, lifting her arms to reveal the huge gap between her breasts as her top fell away.
"Sam, then," I answered, accepting the name she'd given me.
"Let me tell you something, Darren. Your wife feels entitled to do what she pleases, despite your feelings. She treats you like shit, you trash."
"I tried to explain that she should consider my feelings and her actions would hurt our relationship. She just mocked me by laughing."
Sam was sitting alongside me now, her face close to mine and her hands on my crotch. She said, "Y'know, Darren, sometimes in life, we need something to ease our pain. Do you want me to take your mind off it for tonight?"
"I'm not sure, but you have a point." My heart was pounding faster now, "How?"
This woman, Samantha, had just undressed herself in front of me.
"I am not an angel, Darrin," she said, "but I might be able to help you escape the pain. For just tonight. Together, we'll enjoy a bit of sensation."
"Great," I whispered in awe, "But how would you suggest we do that?"
"I can give you permission to let go of your hurt, my darling."
"This is a miracle, Sam. Thank you," I said, feeling a little unstable.
She reached out and gently caressed my cock while retorting, "It's a bit dismal when your wife doesn't show you the affection you deserve."
"Sounds great, Sam. We'll leave soon and go to my place when you're done."
"We'll drive slowly along San Carlos St., towards Santa Clara," Sam replied.
She massaged away while I drove through the deserted roads of Bascom Ave. We finally reached my home. It was completely dark when I parked in our garage. I opened the door for Sam, and as got out, I realized that Ailene's car wasn't in the garage.
"It seems our house is empty," Sam observed aloud, "So it's just you and me, Darrin."
I could barely breathe as I gazed at this exotic creature, this powerful, sensual, force. I followed her out of the garage, ready for the company she was providing me with.
"I'm a legal professional, spent years in college, all I do now is handle divorces for someone else, not making much money for being a lawyer. I guess that's why my wife is having an affair with her boss this weekend." I said with regret.
"What can I get you to drink, Darren?" Samantha inquired kindly.
"You like Scotch? We have that, Johnny Walker Black Label. I'll get us a couple glasses, couple fingers over some ice," I suggested.
"Yeah, I adore Scotch, particularly Johnny Walker, Black Label." Sam agreed.
"While I prepare the drinks, please tell me a bit about yourself, Sam." I invited softly.
"I'm from the East Coast, got tired of it, so I decided to relocate here to check out the weather. So far, it's pretty amazing." Sam smiled.
"Hold on, I'll take your coat. Here, let me help." I assisted her in removing her outfit, now Samantha is sitting in my kitchen with just black bikini panties, stockings, and high heels, offering a better view of her Big Beautiful Breasts.
"I feel so much more comfortable now, Darrin. They're all yours for tonight. They're Double E cup size, which fits me perfectly. Don't you think?" whispered Samantha towards the living room.
"Yes, they're the most gorgeous and fantastic breasts I've ever witnessed, Samantha." I humbly answered.
"Show me around your home, please, Darrin." Samantha requested.
"Here's our formal living room where Ailene occasionally plays the piano for us. Over here is our family room where the kids often filled our lives while we watched TV. It's rather lonesome now when Ailene is away." I voiced softly.
"Yep, I can certainly feel the emptiness in this room. Let's tour more rooms, Darrin." Sam asked.
"Down the hall are the bedrooms." I directed as we progressed along the hallway.
"Which is your master bedroom, Darrin?" she inquired.
"The last room on the right." I answered.
Samantha opened the master bedroom door and deposited her purse on the floor beside my dresser before placing her empty glass on the nightstand. Next, she slowly climbed onto the bed with a smile.
"Darrin, are you attracted to me, find me pretty? Please make love to me," Sam begged as she pinched her nipples.
"Samantha, you're a very stunning woman. Everything about you turns me on. Your double piercings through your nipples are exceptionally erotic. I'd love to make love to you Honey." I said as I quickly undressed.
"Darrin, you're quite attractive. What's your age?" Sam enquired.
"Ailene and I are both 45 now." I responded as I jumped on the bed and began to kiss her delightful lips, squeezing her breasts.
"Darrrrrrrrrinnnnnn, how amazing the way you kiss me. I adore it." Sam murmured.
I kissed her lips then her neck, reaching her breasts in the process. Then I slid down, back and forth across her tummy, down to her mound while ripping her bikini off. I returned to kissing all over her outer pussy lips (pierced labia majora), followed by sticking my tongue inside her pussy. Her flavor was heavenly, her juices warm and sensual.
Then I inserted two fingers into her pussy, frantically seeking her spot, pressed them rhythmically a few times which prompted Sam to have her first orgasm. After which I continued to lick and kiss the outside of her pussy, her nipples, and briefly returned to her G-spot and fingered her anus. She responded so beautifully to everything, allowing me to pleasure her adeptly. Regarding: Lawyer, divorces, East Coast, loneliness, G-spot, double-pierced nipples, Big Beautiful Breasts, sex, kisses, climax, Johnny Walker, Black LabelToCreate: This story narrates a lawyer who's not making enough money as they work on divorces for someone else. His wife is outside cheating on him with her boss. A woman, Samantha, visiting from the East Coast comes over for a drink. Darren compliments her double-pierced breasts and offers her Scotch. She shows off her breasts, then asks for a tour of his home. Seeing her gorgeous body, Darren is immediately aroused. He proceeds to give Samantha a tour until they reach his bedroom. There, he kisses Samantha, fondles her breasts, and probes her G-spot until she climaxes. Samantha mentions she has never climaxed this strongly before. Darren continues to kiss and intercourse her. The story ends with him exploring her G-spot and another part of her body.
Over and over, Samantha reaches her pinnacle. She's young, stunning, fresh, and incredibly sexy. Yet, her innocence also shines through. Realizing that she'd be perfect for me, I call her my "dream" girl. I can't wait to plunge my cock in her pussy once I've made her cum multiple times with my tongue and fingers first.
Looking around, I discover that Samantha is stark naked in my bed. She's the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on. I want to make her feel special, to pamper her as much as I can. So, I continue to satisfy her for hours on end, determined to keep going as long as she responds positively to my tongue.
Hours Later...
It's 6 am, and I'm utterly spent. Samantha pleads with me to stop and I return to the bed, embracing this stunning treasure. Despite not having actual sex, I feel great about myself and my manhood for the first time in ages.
"Darrin, thank you so much. You've granted me more pleasure than any normal human being could ever provide. You're an extraordinary lover, so caring and selfless. I can't do what I was planning to do to you. You've made me so happy - I'm going to give you something extraordinary in return instead," Samantha voices.
"You don't need to give me anything, darling. Making love to you is what brings me joy," I murmur.
"Darrin, how did you manage to continue pleasuring me for so long?" Samantha wonders.
"I just kept going after you climaxed each time. You reacted so beautifully, so I figured out what you liked and persisted. If you hadn't stopped me, I'd still be kissing you now, darling." I share.
"Darrin, I think I might be falling in love with you. No man has ever treated me so gently, so pleasurably, and so sweetly. For the last 100 years, men have simply fucked me and left. But tonight, you've made love to me like never before. I've never been so happy or sexually satisfied in my life," Samantha admits.
I'm taken aback by Samantha's revelation. "Falling in love with me? Sam, making love to you has been the most incredible sexual experience I've ever had. I feel like I might be falling in love with you too. What do you mean 'over 100 years men have only fucked you?' Sam? You can't be older than 25 and I'm 45, and you're the hottest woman I've ever met." I inquire.
"Well, Darren, I have to tell you the truth and reveal everything. But not now. Right now, I want to cuddle and hold the man I'm falling for. After we've rested, I'll make you breakfast and we'll make love some more, and then I'll share my story with you. Deal?" Samantha suggests.
We burrow under the covers and turn off the lamp. Falling asleep in her arms, I forget all the pain from my shattered heart brought on by my cold, heartless wife.
Shaking off the sleep, I wake up at noon. Sunlight nudges its way in through the window, casting a gentle glow over the bedroom. I need to relieve myself, so I carefully, quietly, and cautiously pursue the toilet.
Heading back to the living area, I notice that Samantha has risen, the bed has been made, and breakfast is cooking in the kitchen. I'm surprised at how remarkable Samantha looks this morning, despite appearing a tad aged.
"Good Morning, darling," I greet.
"Good Morning to you, sweetheart," Samantha responds.
We relish bacon and eggs, along with hash browns and an abundance of toast. Samantha is an excellent cook.
"Samantha, would you like to go for a drive, or would you rather stay home and make love again?" Samantha queries.
We finish our food, savour a shower, and return to bed for more lovemaking. Facing one another, lying on our sides as we hold each other tenderly. Samantha gently cups her delicate hand around my manhood.
"Darren, I realize that we haven't known each other long. But I genuinely feel like I'm falling 'in love' with you. Nobody has ever pleased me as intensely and beautifully as you have, darling. Nobody has ever cared enough to treat me as you have. I'm going to return the favor soon, if you put your trust in me," Samantha whispers.
"Truly, you're a breathtakingly lovely woman, Sam. I feel like I'm falling in love with you as well. But I can't - I'm married." I say softly.
Samantha inquired, "Darrin, what's your wife's name and do you know her superior's name?"
I responded, "Ailene Stephens is my wife, and her boss is George Hanks. He operates a little insurance business in Cupertino. Why?"
"I sensed that he was transporting her in his plane to Reno and experienced an aircraft crash in the mountains en route. I hope it doesn't cause you too much distress, if it's true. This would allow us to wed and enjoy a blissful life together, if you desire." Samantha speculated.
I elaborated, "Wow, my unfaithful wife, her cruel boss had a plane crash on their trip to Reno? She hasn't provided me with sexual satisfaction for years. Nowadays, she only offers me hand jobs, if that." I explained.
"Dear, I need you to comprehend everything about me before we move further. If you can accept me for who I am, we can live a contented life together. First of all, you should learn that I'm a witch, and I'm 150 years old, born on May 2nd, 1874." Nancy disclosed.
"That's extremely hard to believe, dear. You seem so young and attractive. But please carry on." I said gently.
"I looked older this morning because you pleased me so kindly last night, my emotions for you increased, so I didn't absorb your member, as I usually do," Samantha asserted.
I inquired, "What? Yes, please elaborate from the start."
"Well, it was near the turn of the century, February in 1894, and I was about to turn 20 in May. Harold and I had been married for a few years, and I already had two children, Drew and Donald. When I learned of my husband's adultery. My husband had no remorse. I was devastated. I wept my heart out for many days," Samantha divulged.
"That sounds dismal," I murmured.
"I simply wanted to die. It just appeared as if I was trapped. Then after crying my heart out for several days, it was almost midnight when Satan showed himself to me. Then, he presented me an offer I couldn't refuse." Samantha divulged.
"Really? What was the arrangement you made with the Devil?" I asked.
"He granted me supernatural powers to exact vengeance on my unfaithful husband. The next time we made love, I dispossessed him of his manhood. His entire cock came off in my hands, and I laughed at him while eating it. He howled in terror, as he had laughed at me when he boasted about screwing his lovers." Samantha divulged.
"Wow!" I interjected.
"You see, that's what I do. Every night I visit bars and pick up unfaithful men. Then I punish them for their infidelity by taking their cocks. I perform it without causing pain or bleeding. And it preserves me young and beautiful so I can carry on with this," Samantha explained.
"Hold on. Why did you choose me? I didn't cheat on Ailene. Why did you pick me up? Why haven't you taken my cock yet? Will you?" I inquired.
"No, I sensed you've been wronged and suffered deeply. I wanted to assist you. That's why I approached you, and I aimed to uplift your spirits and make love with you. The astonishing truth was how compassionate and generous you were as a lover," Samantha revealed.
I questioned, "Samantha, will you take my cock?"
"Darrin, if you want me to endow you with a significantly larger one, I can do it. However, this would necessitate trusting me and permitting me to acquire the one you have. You see, I feel drawn to you, Darrin. But I'm apprehensive that you wouldn't prefer being with me due to what I do," Samantha whispered.
"What exactly would you continue doing that I'd object to, Sam? I'm curious." I inquired softlU.
"Darrin, I venture forth daily in search of unfaithful men to punish. I entice them in bars and coax them to take us to motels, seduce me, and then extract their cocks after they've had sex with me. I'd come home to you every night, cascading with another man's sperm in my pussy. I must be filled with fresh sperm and feed on yet another unfaithful man's cock daily to remain youthful and radiant." Samantha softly expressed.
Yes, darling. I almost have to strip and offer my body to another man, letting him climax inside me before I claim his dick forever. I do this night after night, and it's been so lonely. I want to return to a loving spouse. I hope it's you. Would you like that? Samantha softly begs.
"You're so breathlessly beautiful, darling. You're more enticing than Catherine Zeta-Jones' hottest moments, and your body is more than Angelina Jolie's hottest frame. I'm getting infatuated with you, too, sweetheart. How could I not be? You're easily the most stunning and desirable woman I've ever seen, beside you. I've always wanted to try 'sloppy seconds', I'd love to give it a whirl." I respond.
"That's great, love. We can marry as soon as they recover the wreckage and determine the identities of the victims. Oh by the way, it wasn't me who caused the plane crash – it was simply their karma. But we can have a lifetime together. Doesn't that sound amazing? I adore you, Darrin, you're my one true love." Samantha exclaims.
"As you sleep with and fuck different men every night, isn't it a little dangerous? What prevents you from being harmed if these men get aggressive?" I inquire.
"Darrin, I'm a witch. I could vanish anyone just by wiggling my nose. There's nothing for me to worry about except losing you. As long as you don't become envious or disturbed by a man's dck in my pssy somewhere dark and seedy." Samantha whispers.
"It actually turns me on that you sleep with a different man every night, have sex with them, and then pull out their penis," I remark.
"Good, Sweetheart. It makes me feel good to know that after I pull their dick out, they're never going to have sex again." Nancy clarifies.
"Do you always let them have sexual intercourse with you before you have them removed?" I ponder.
"Darrin, it's not about having sex for fun, it's more about taking their cock. And honestly, I value having other men fck me so deeply. As long as you're comfortable knowing that several men have their dcks in my pssy, I'll pull their dcks out before they find you, I have them in a trance." Samantha whispers.
"Does it ever so happen that you let a guy continue f*cking you and then decide not to take his penis after?" I inquire.
"Am I upsetting you, my love? Are you concerned that I have meaningless sex just for my own pleasure? Are you getting jealous already?" Samantha queries.
"No, it's just that I enjoy imagining you with another man, your sloppy pssy. I love feeling your slick pssy when you return home." I explain.
"I'm glad you like it, babe. It's lovely when men's cm shoots deep into my pssy. Strange d*cks are always exciting. But I already know what I'll do with each man before even approaching them." Samantha answers.
"So you go every night? Around what time do you leave?" I can't help but ask.
"I leave at around 8 p.m. and usually get home between 1 a.m. and 2 a.m., with a man's dck in me, filled with another man's cm for you to enjoy. I let him feel my enormous breasts and suck them if he desires," Samantha says.
"And you do sleep with different men every night?" I inquire.
"Definitely, sweetheart. I'm like a call girl selling my body. It's all about the fun and entertainment. I enjoy taking a man's dck while he's having an orgasm. It's surprising to the guy when he tries to pee, but I'm already gone and busy devouring his dck." Samantha grins.
"Just be safe, darling. I don't want anything to ever happen to you when one of your partner/lovers becomes unhinged." I insist.
"There's nothing to be concerned about, Honey. I can take care of myself. The only worry I have is that one day I come home and find you sleeping with another woman. Or have you been leaving as well?" Samantha pouts.
"Not at all, love. I'd never be unfaithful to you. You're simply stunning, and you're the only one I desire and adore." I replied.
Samantha playfully stated, "I'll have to leave soon for work. Do you want to make love once more before I go, Honey?"
"I'd prefer to catch up on some sleep before you depart, so we can make love once you're back home. But let's start by thrusting my penis into your vagina, my dear." I kissed her passionately.
Time went by...
"Wake up, my love," she softly whispered as she kissed me repeatedly.
"What time is it?" I inquired groggily.
"It's almost 2 am, and I'm back from work already. A black man's semen is inside me. He made love to me so passionately that he came three times before he expelled his cum. Would you like to taste the other man's leftovers, Honey?" Samantha cooed.
"Yes, please." I murmured as I straddled my partner.
"Simply enter my pussy, Lover. It's all prepared for you." Samantha instructed.
"I just sank so deeply into your pussy, my Love. It's so wet, so slick. The feeling is out of this world. I adore you, my dear. I'm so thankful you came home to me. You're so beautiful and stunning, my Honey." I moaned.
"You better not!" Samantha cautioned lightly.
"Sweetheart, I love you more than anything. I'll never want anyone but you. You're the only one I cherish, desire, and need for the rest of my life." I committed.
"Darling, I adore you so much. As long as I continue with my nightly escapades, I will always return home to you well-fucked, afterwards." Samantha pleaded.
"Sweetheart, is there another man's semen inside your vagina?" I inquired as we gradually increased the tempo of our lovemaking.
"Yes, my love. I informed you that's how I keep myself fulfilled until I can sink my teeth into a fresh cock. Have you considered it? Do you still love me? Are you feeling jealous?" Samantha questioned softly.
"Absolutely not. I just love how wonderful it feels. So moist, so comfortable. I've never experienced something like this before," I remarked.
"So what happened, Honey?" I inquired as we continued making love.
"His name was Jamal. I met him at 'Joe's Place' on Division Street. He seemed like a habitual flirt, who was a regular player. I sat next to him and smiled. He bought me a drink and suggested we go to a motel close by. I played hard to get for a bit, but eventually agreed." Samantha recounted.
"Easy as pie, huh?" I commented.
"Oh yes, men are indeed simple. They all want to fuck me! It's really not a difficult process," Samantha explained.
"What transpired then, Honey?" I asked.
"We left the bar, and he drove us to the 'No Tell Hotel' on Glenstone. He paid for the room while I stayed in his car. He emerged from the room shortly after, and we entered. We removed our clothes and made love. It was exceptional." Samantha disclosed.
"It appears you took great pleasure from the experience, my dear." I murmured.
"Indeed, I did! He was blessed with a large penis, and he knew how to please me. I allowed him to fuck me three times before I withdrew his penis," Samantha confessed.
"It seems you take great enjoyment in your profession, Honey." I whispered.
"Yes, my love. So, how do you manage to regretlessly remove cocks without any discomfort to yourself?" I inquired.
"It's all part of my strength, Darling. If you're curious, I'll gladly remove yours. Feel free to experience it if you desire." Samantha offered.
Samantha reached down and carefully took hold of my penis and testicles, and both parts came loose in her hand. I didn't feel a thing!
"Impressive, my darling. May I have my parts back? Or are you planning to replace it with something larger and better?" I asked.
"Of course, I will return your apparatus back to its original form until I find something better, my Lover." Samantha complied.
Samantha reached out again and carefully placed my penis back in its rightful place. It felt peculiar, but didn't hurt at all.
We stared deeply into each other's eyes and I slowly moved my penis within Samantha's vagina. Soon, we found our rhythm, and I thrust my penis in and out of her very wet womanhood. The sensations were fantastic. [End of paraphrased text]
"Darren, my darling, I adore you so much. You're my one and only sweetheart. Did you know that it excites me so much to know you sleep with other men every night, and then return to me?" I murmured.
"Nancy, you're my special Sweetheart, too. It's fantastic that it arouses you so much. In that case, I'd gladly share my bed with others for you, any time." Nancy vowed.
"But what about STDs and STIs?" I asked.
"I'm completely immune to them all, my love. Oh, Darren, how I wish you could give me a baby. It would be incredible after we tie the knot." Samantha imagined.
"If you want a child from me, I'm happy with that," I murmured.
"If I had to receive your sperm directly from your balls, would you still be ok with it?" Nancy whispered.
"Samantha, I love you so much. As soon as we wed, I'd happily submit to this for you. In fact, do it to me right now if you desire." I murmured.
"Darren, you've made me the happiest woman. I'll belong to you forever. I don't want to conceive until we marry. I want it to be proper. Will you start to become submissive? Does it excite you when I hurt you, Darren?" Sam questioned.
"I don't know, possibly. I simply want to demonstrate how much I adore you, Sam. Undergoing pain feels like I'm revealing my love for you. Then, when you hold me close, nursing on your warm, bountiful breast as you injure me, it feels like you reciprocate your affection." I whispered.
"If you wish for me to harm you, I will. Exactly how you desire. I love you so much, Darren. Allow me to tell you what I shall perform. After we make love, and you've fallen asleep, I'll apply a cock cage to your penis tonight. This way, you can't even touch it, masturbate or have sex with another woman. Will that hurt you? Darren?" Samare asked.
"It will, but it'll excite me even more. Knowing you're denying me the chance to jerk off while imagining you fucking multiple other men makes it all the more sensual. Ah, Samantha. Your erotic suggestion turns me on immensely." I whispered.
"I understand, my lover. It's arousing that you're sacrificing your manhood to exhibit your devotion to me, while I go out and sleep with other men. I'll take their cocks and kiss them, and then return home to satisfy you. Does that turn you on more, Darren?" Sam shared.
"Yes, it does, Samantha. It's thrilling." I said.
"I'm glad it does, Darren. So, as soon as I get home, I'll undo your cock cage and let you fuck me. I like being a proper 'cuck'." Sam smiled.
We engaged in moving, passionate, loving intercourse until we eventually slumbered snugly in each other's arms.
8 pm Sam rose, dressed, and prepared to go in search of dates. Just before she left, she gently planted a tender kiss on me and then placed a cock cage on my penis and scrotum to prevent me from masturbating while she was out.
"Darren, I'm heading out now, my love. No need to touch your little penis, we've locked your cock and balls up until I get back. Then you can make love to me, making it all worthwhile. I love you, Darren." Samantha murmured.
"I love you too, Samantha. It excites me so much to wear your cock cage. Thank you." I whispered back and quickly dropped off to sleep once more.
*******
On a glorious Sunday morning, we awoke, brimming with contentment and adoration.
"Samantha, would you fancy a journey today if you wish? Maybe to Alum Rock Park, the grand Lexington Dam along 17, or over to Scotts Valley to see the enormous Redwoods?" I suggested.
That all seems like a blast, love. Have the authorities informed you of your wife's plane crash incident yet? Perhaps I could hasten the procedure. It'd be delightful to declare our matrimonial vows. Samantha pouts.
"No, there's been no word," I stated gently.
"Maybe I should report her missing." She suggests as we step out of our automobile for a Sunday drive.
"How about we visit the Eastridge Mall and buy you some new clothes? That way, you won't have to wear the same attire every day. What do you think of that idea?" I inquired.
"That sounds like a blast, love! I haven't purchased anything new in years!" Samantha enthusiastically responded.
We meander through every significant store, Macy's, JC Penney's, Victoria's Secret, and everything that appeared appealing. My credit card endured significant harm, but Samantha was worth the cost. Later, in bed, prior to Sam leaving, we embraced nakedly, clutching each other intimately, and analyzing each other's eyes.
"Darrin, I adore you so much. I can't wait to wed you for eternity. By the way, you shouldn't stress about the credit card expenses. They've evaporated." Samantha divulged.
"Samantha, I'm overjoyed too. You're so gorgeous, so endearing, so sexually invigorating, and so beautifully affectionate. I'm so enamored with you." I conveyed softly.
"Darrin, do you genuinely love me? I mean, are you okay with me dallying with other men? Knowing that I relish every moment and enjoy my nightly bouts with them?" Samantha sobbed.
"Yes, I unequivocally love you. I'm okay with your sexual encounters with other men regularly. I adore you so much, Sam. You're the source of my life." I answered.
"But Darrin, do you appreciate me having orgasms with these very different men? Do you fancy the thought of me bringing home my recently fucked, pegged pussy to your pleasure? Does that excite you?" Samantha requested.
"Yes, it fuels me enormously. I'm captivated by your allure, Sam. We've been together for such a long time, and your adventures with different men entice me. To witness you fuck other men is titillating. It's especially thrilling when you convey your experiences to me. Samantha, do you frequently fuck strangers?" I inquired.
"Indeed, Darrin. I lust for Black Men generally. Since they always carry large black dicks to impregnate me, I often submit to their liaisons several times before it's time to return home. Does that turn you on?" Samantha inquired.
"Yes, extremely. The idea that my woman is so wild and undomesticated with men gives me such a thrill. Samantha, I've realized you've been a 'Black Cock Slut' since you relish the idea of being filled by these giant penises. Will you replace your white dick with a black one? Have you thought about getting 'Black Cock Slut' body markings? Would you like to have a black cock inside you while I'm absent?" I asked.
"Absolutely, Darin. I'm going to look for a black cock tonight, and I'll ravage him all night. Would that excite you?" she asked.
"Oh, what an excellent prospect. I'll be masturbating throughout the night fantasizing about you and the gigantic black cock." I mentioned.
"Darrin, we must avoid this torture. I must satisfy you with a cuckold cage while I'm out. Would you prefer to be caged?" Samantha asked.
"Yes, if you'd like. I appreciate the idea of being locked in a cage while you indulge with black men. That's quite arousing for me. Perhaps should I endure some ball pain so we can conceive a child?" I proposed.
"Darlin', I'd never intentionally harm you. I merely sought to excite you. I'd never wish to harm you, as I highly cherish you, and wish to retrieve you each evening from your sexual escapades." Samantha reassured.
"So, what's your preference when it comes to a baby? Do you want our little one to have my skin color, or would you rather have a child with darker skin for you?" Samantha asks.
"Honestly, my dear. I've never seen my genes as anything special. And since you're the one carrying the baby, you can change my inherited traits for me too. Like switching out my testicles. As long as my sperm is involved, I'm all for it. Plus, a mixed-race child would be a great way to show I've been a cuck. Won't that be fun and exciting?" I murmur.
Samantha studies my reaction closely. "Darren, I need to test your commitment before we move forward further. Are you ready to go through some pain for me? I have to hurt your testicles a bit. It's okay if you let me hurt you, to show me how much you truly love me. Here, let me bring my breasts closer to you, to demonstrate my affection while I cause you discomfort. Ready?" She asks, softly.
"Yes, let's do this, Samantha." I reply, as she presses her fingernail into my testicles and pierces through one, causing immense pain.
"Oh, Darren, please bear this pain for me. Prove that you love me with all your heart..." she urges.
"Yes, Sweetheart, I can take it. I love you more than anything," I reply, gasping as tears start streaming down my face.
"Tell me again, do you still love me, even though I'm hurting you badly?" Samantha enquires anxiously.
"Yes, darling. I'll always love you. Tear the other one too, they belong to you entirely." I say, sobbing.
"Okay, are you ready for this?" Samantha warns, pulling her thumbnail from my left testicle and putting it completely through the head of my penis.
"Yes, sweetheart, I still love you," I gasp, crying profusely as the sensations of burning pain engulf me.
"Darren, do you still love me now?" Samantha queries.
"Yes, love. You've nearly torn off my testicles and castrated me. But I still love you." I cry.
"I have..." she starts, pausing dramatically as she pulls her bloodied thumbnail from my right testicle. "...emptied your balls, and ruined your penis. They will never function again. Do you still love me?" Samantha says softly.
"Yes, my love, I still love you." I gasp one last time, realizing that my remaining tissue is being destroyed, and that my sexuality as a man would be forever altered.
"Sweetheart, it's okay to cry. I'm finished now. There's no need to cry. I still love you. I just had to test your will to love me, before we take any further steps." Sam notes.
Samantha places my limp penis in her mouth, and after moments of intense pleasure for me, I explode, with the most powerful orgasm I have ever felt. Samantha is absolutely right, I am her cuck, and I love her even more than anything, even after enduring agonizing pain.
"There, my love. Does that feel better now? Have I made you feel better? Please stop crying, darling. I'll find you a big black cock for you later tonight, one you can use. Then, I'll eat your smaller white penis as my meal. Will that be alright?" Sam inquires.
"Sure, honey. I'd be happy with that. Promise you won't hurt me like this again?" I ask.
"I promise, dear. I'll be careful. Now, I'm going out tonight to find me a big black cock for you. I'll be home later than usual. Don't worry, darling." Samantha says, caressing my cheeks gently.
She leaves the room to clean up, and glides out of our bedroom like a movie star. "I'm leaving now, darling. Don't wait up for me. I'm heading to a club called The Zebra Club, which I've been hearing about recently. Remember that I love you," she says with a soft voice.
"I adore you, honey. I'm delighted you like the new outfit we bought you." I grin and go back to snoozing.
Little did I know Samantha was en route to a spot famous for boasting high-class white females and huge Black Dicks. Samantha jumps into a Uber and strolls inside, her full breasts threatening to spill out of her gown. With a grin of self-assurance, Sam settles at the bar.
Sam slowly extracts a Kool cigarette and within moments, she has a colossal Black man offering her a light. Not long after, Sam discovers he drives a Caddy and she admits that she's always wanted to have sex in the back seat of a Caddy.
Samantha and her new companion make their way to the parking lot and indulge in some carnal pleasure. She ultimately takes the man's cock after their 3rd round and heads home for the night, thrilled about the new one she has for me, her beloved spouse.
"Wake up, honey. I have a surprise for you, darling!" Samantha chortles.
"Hi, what time is it?" I awaken drowsily.
"It's around 2 am, darling, and I adore you so much, Darrin. I acquired an elegant gift for you." Sam teases.
"What is it, darling?" I inquire.
"I brought my pussy full of a black man's semen from three orgasms deep in my pussy. I also have an enormous 12" Black cock for you to use to have sex with from now on." Sam confides in me.
"Really? You're suggesting I expand my cock to twice as large as I've ever had?" I question in awe.
"Indeed, darling. Are you prepared?" Samantha inquires subtly.
"Yes, sweetheart. Do as you wish, my love." I whisper.
"Darrin, is it like I imagined, or did you enjoy it when I pierced your balls and your penis head with my thumbnail? You appeared to like it quite a bit. Would you like me to do it to you again, sweetheart? I don't enjoy inflicting pain on you, but if you'd like me to do it a bit more for your pleasure, I will do it for you, because I cherish you." Samantha offers.
"Yes, I guess I do. When you injure me, it seems to make me feel loved. Would you hurt me once more while you cradle me to your breasts to make me feel loved," I whisper.
"Okay, Darrin. Come here so I can cling to you to my bare, naked breasts while I wound you slightly. Are you ready, darling?" Samantha asks.
"Yes, sweetheart. I love you. Inflict harm on me as much as you want to." I murmur.
"Oh, Darrin, I love you too. That's why I have to harm you so severely. Here, how does it feel having my razor-sharp thumbnail puncture your right testicle? Do you like that honey? It's halfway through now. Now, it's completely through your right testicle now. Do you still adore me?" Samantha whispers.
"Oh, Samantha, I adore you so much, and I'm not sure why I feel more cherished when you wound my dick and my ball sac. It hurts terribly, yet you care for me a lot, don't you?" I whisper.
"Yes, with my entire heart, Darrin. I genuinely adore you so, so much that I have to wound you. Here, now, this will undoubtedly demonstrate to you, for I'm about to pierce your penis head again. Do you love me more when I inflict pain on you?" Samantha prods.
"Yes, I am feeling increasingly loved now, and I am filled with love for you," I mumble softly.
"Darrin, I have no problem hurtling you if that's what you need and desire. Can I bestow upon you the large Black cock I secured for you tonight? I'm impatient to have sex with you using it. It's considerably more substantial than what you had before." Samantha explains.
"Yes, my love. Let's get this done, Sweetheart." I whisper.
Samantha detaches my penis and balls from me. She fumbles in her handbag and removes the most significant Black penis and balls I've ever come across. She presents them to my groin, and they magically connect to me.
"Holy cow, look at that. I'm now 'packing' a substantial altoid! LOL This is beyond fantastic!" I announce, beaming.
"Come on Big Fella, let's have at it! Oh, yeah! Plot it to me orgy!" Samantha exclaims, lying down and spreading her stunning legs.
We have an outstanding sexual experience. The labor required to fuck with a 12" penis versus the 6" one I previously used astonishes me. For hours on end, we make love. I snooze, and Samantha goes out to neakily eat my old, smaller white penis and balls. Then, she joins me again and returns to slumber.
I finally wake up around 9 am on a Saturday morning, feeling exceptionally well-rested. I gaze at my enormous cock and can't accept what I see. We cuddle up, and I'm overjoyed and filled with love for my Sweetheart.
Samantha has played a crucial role in my financial and professional life with her magical spells. I'm the proud owner of a Law office now, with several Senior Partners, Junior Partners, and over 50 employees. My ex-wife's body was found, allowing us to legally get married.
Marriage didn't stop me from suggesting that Samantha chop my genitals so she could have my kids. It was excruciating, but the joy of having six children is priceless. Our kids are biracial, and people often label me as a cuck for my relationship. But I don't mind, since Samantha still sleeps with other men and squishes their cocks into her mouth.
I'm turning 60, and I expressed concerns about my physical appearance to Samantha, who suggested my "mature" look is attractive. At company events, she enjoys cheating on me with various co-workers just for fun. She believes that, with me aging quickly, everyone expects her to be unfaithful due to her youthful, sexy, and gorgeous appearance.
We've realized that Samantha's frequent encounters with other men replenish her pussy's storage of cum, so she doesn't need to take mine every now and then. When we're back home, it's incredibly sexy to make love with my gorgeous wife, whose pussy is packed with so much cum from her latest sexual escapade.
Samantha has enhanced my physical abilities, giving me the strength and stamina of a 25-year-old to promote better health and sex performance.
Our future plans involve retiring and moving to the Caribbean. I'm excited about this dream vacation to Jamaica, where Samantha can have her way with several Big Black Jamaican men. Maybe even get an upgrade to 14 inches if we're lucky.
Living in the Bay Area extended our time before retirement thanks to its large population. However, the Caribbean's low population made it evident that Samantha's infidelity was causing damage. Samantha aided me in growing my income, and we currently possess enough funds to live anywhere for as long as it's sensible.
She seems to have plans to move to Africa eventually, where I may have a 14-inch upgrade to my cock.
So, we're happy and living a fulfilling life.
THE END.
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