Another Whore Wife - Book 1 (F30) (M34) [interracial] [hotwife] [cuckold] [prostitution]

**Chapter 12**

The morning of my meeting with Rodney, I hadn’t eaten much in a few days, but I looked great in a size four Mythiques Phoenix dress.  I arrived at the Starbucks 15 minutes early so I could be waiting for Rodney when he came in, but he was already sitting at the same table as our first meeting.  I smiled ruefully at him when I caught his attention but he didn’t acknowledge my early arrival at all.

“Now don’t you look like the belle of the ball?” Rodney said as he pulled out the chair for me.  “That’s some mighty fine work in just a week.  Let’s get you something to eat; I’m sure you need it.”

Rodney waived to the barista and she brought over a latte and a piece of cake.  “I never had table service in a Starbucks before,” I said.

“You can get anything for a price,” Rodney said with a devilish smile, “but look who I’m telling that.”  I’m sure I turned five shades of red.

“So you approve?” I asked.

“I do, but I’m not the one you have to impress.  Well, that’s not true.  If you didn’t knock my socks off you never would get the chance to impress my friends, so well done.”  He tipped his imaginary hat to me.

“I’ve seen the photos you have on your website and we have to do a lot better than that,” Rodney said.  “My photographer will bring you back here when we’re finished.”

“Where are we going?”

“A friend’s place.”

“Just to take pictures?”

“No, not just to take pictures.”

I looked at my phone.  “How long will this take?  I don’t have anyone scheduled to watch my kids this afternoon.”

“It won’t take that long,” Rodney said as he stood to leave.  He extended his hand to help me to my feet.  “You’ll be home before your kids.

Rodney drove me to a place that was tasteful, expensive and gorgeous – like something out of an upscale Hollywood romantic comedy, the kind starring Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton.  It was also unoccupied.  Rodney didn’t have a key but the door was unlocked.  It seemed as if the occupants had just left.  There were even a few dishes on the counter in the kitchen.  Not that I saw much of the kitchen.

We went straight to the bedroom.  Rodney didn’t say a word as I followed his lead through the house and he closed the door behind me.  The room was drenched in light and huge windows covered the wall with no curtains in sight.  The lack of privacy to anyone on the expansive lawn struck me as odd for a place of such elegance, but I had little time to dwell on it.  As I heard the door close and lock, I turned to face Rodney and he smiled at me. 

“My turn to sample your wares,” he said.

“Rodney, I only see white men,” I said.

“Well then you’re in for a real treat,” he said as he walked toward me.  “My clients are exclusively black, so get used to a different way of life, Courtney.”

Rodney pulled me to him and kissed me hard on the lips.  I had never kissed a black man before.  He forced his tongue into my mouth as I struggled against his powerful embrace.  Panic engulfed me as I tried to fight him off but I knew that I was helpless against him.  Then, suddenly, he stopped kissing me and threw me on the bed.

“Don’t move,” he said as he left the room.

My head was spinning.  I thought about running, but I didn’t know the house and a quick glance at the windows in the bedroom confirmed that they offered no chance for escape – the floor-to-ceiling panes were like office windows and did not open.

I grew up in the South and I was very sheltered as a girl.  I went to an all-girls boarding school that was segregated.  Unlike several of my classmates, I never strayed to the other side of the tracks when it came to black boys.  They held a certain forbidden attraction, but my upbringing and my parents’ unspoken but unmistakable prohibition was so ingrained in my own attitude that I could hardly imagine being with a black man. 

Suddenly I heard footsteps coming back toward the bedroom.  I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind me and locking it as I panted and cowered in fear near the sunken tub and shower stall.

“Don’t make me break down the door, Courtney,” Rodney said through the door.  “It won’t change anything that’s about to happen except to make it that much worse for you.”

“Please let me go,” I pleaded through my tears.  “I’ve changed my mind; I don’t want to do this.”

I heard Rodney say something but couldn’t make out what he said just before the door to the bathroom exploded inward as he kicked it in.  I braced myself against the tub and reached out to fend him off but he grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the door.

“This is Raymond,” Rodney said as he dragged me to the bed.  All I saw was a white man with a large video camera.  “He’s going to film this, so be sure to put up a good fight.”

I looked at the camera with disbelief and was about to plead for help when Rodney grabbed the front of my dress and ripped it from my body.  My shock was magnified by the camera and the force Rodney used in tearing the rest of my expensive new clothes.  I raised my hands to fend him off again but he overpowered me and embraced me again, kissing me and yanking a fistful of my hair to steady my head.  With his free hand, he ripped my panties and manhandled my pussy.  I was astonished at how wet I was but I continued to struggle helplessly against Rodney’s onslaught.

Rodney dislodged his tongue from my throat and his fingers from my pussy and spun me toward the camera as I sobbed and tried to cover myself and look away.  He ripped my bra from my breasts and yanked my hair so I had to look straight into the lens.

“I have here Courtney, a whore from the Buckhead district of Atlanta who has never before experienced the charms and predations of a black man.  Tell my friends how long you’ve been fucking men for money, Courtney.”

“Please help me,” I said to the camera.  “Please!”

“Courtney has been whoring for only a few months, but she’s never seen anyone but white men,” Rodney said.  “That’s about to change.”

Rodney forced me to my knees and pinned me against the bed as he undid his pants and released the largest black cock I’d ever imagined.  I tried to resist as he gripped my hair with one hand and guided his rock-hard cock into my mouth.  I gagged and pushed against his thighs but I was no match for his strength and ferocious energy.  I was being raped by Rodney and it was being taped for his clients.

“Nothing but big black cocks for you from now on, Courtney,” Rodney said as he fucked my mouth.  “Better get used to being roughed up because black men know how white women like to be treated.”  I could barely breathe as he jammed his cock deep into the back of my throat.  His balls slapped against my chin as his pre-cum mixed with my saliva and dribbled from the corners of my ravaged mouth.

A searing pain in my right breast shocked me as Rodney slapped it violently with his free hand.  I tried to defend myself but he bent my arm behind my back and pinned me against the bed again, then resumed slapping my breasts and fucking my mouth.  I fought Rodney to the extent that I could, but it was becoming very clear to me that I was not able to stop the assault, the cameraman was not going to help me, and Rodney was not going to stop.  I was being ravaged – and I was turned on as never before in my life.

Rodney stopped slapping my breasts long enough to reach down and feel my pussy.  “I knew you’d like this, you slutty cunt,” he said as he fingered my cunt savagely.  He lifted me with his finger in my vagina right off the floor and threw me on the bed, then rolled me over and prepared to enter my dripping pussy with his massive, saliva-drenched black cock. 

“Bitch has never had a black man, Raymond,” Rodney said to the cameraman.  “Gonna bust her nigga-cherry so don’t miss this.”  The thrust of his throbbing cock into my wet pussy made me explode into an orgasmic frenzy as I have never before experienced or even imagined.  I was screaming with pain and lust as he pounded me with the most violent fucking of my life.  As he fucked me like the bitch-in-heat that I felt and sounded like, he grabbed my hair and snapped my head back, arching my back so he could whisper in my ear.

“Never been fucked in the ass, either,” he growled as I moaned.  “Gonna fix that right now, cause nigga’s love to fuck their white whores in the ass, ‘specially if they know they really don’t want if in the ass.  You want me to fuck your ass, Courtney?”

“No, please don’t,” I begged like a child who knows she’s about to be punished.  “I can’t take it there, please don’t fuck my ass.”

Rodney yanked my hair even harder and reached around to my nipple, pinching it viciously as he fucked my pussy even harder than before.

“Keep begging me not to fuck your ass, Courtney, keep begging,” he said as I screamed from the pain he was inflicting on my nipple and hair.  The pain and fear combined with the fierce fucking pushed me to another orgasm of even greater magnitude, but I still begged Rodney to leave my ass alone.

Rodney let go of my hair and reached around to my other nipple, sending me into fresh frenzies of pain and ecstasy.  He pinned me to the bed and pulled his massive cock out of my pussy as my fear exploded at the prospect of having him fuck my tight virgin ass.

“No, no, NO!” I screamed as he thrust his big black cock into me.  The pain shot through me like a spear but was quickly replaced by a savage lust to fuck this powerful black man’s huge black member with my ass like the degraded whore that I suddenly, for the first time, felt to my core.  I was his whore, he had me at his pleasure, and his pleasure was for my pain.  I gave him my pain and enjoyed him having it.  I was a whore.  I was his whore.

I felt his cock growing even bigger, stretching me to my limit.  He began to grunt and I knew he was about to climax in me.  Never have I felt more vulnerable as I experienced the surge of his cum into my ass, taking semen in that virgin orifice and black semen for the first time as well.  I was overcome with lust, shame, degradation, and exhaustion.  Rodney collapsed on me and grunted and moaned as he emptied his seed into my bowels.  We shuddered together in one last spasm of erotic bliss.

As we lay on the bed, as Rodney lay on me, enveloping me in his embrace, his sweat, his breath hot on the back of my neck, I was at once repulsed and ensnared by the overwhelming blackness of him.  For my entire life, I had gone out of my way to avoid the touch of black skin, especially of black men.  I shuddered at the thought of a black man’s hand on my arm, his lips on my cheek, his tongue on my neck, and here I lay with a very sexual, very powerful, very black man covering me with his body, his scent, his essence.  Even in his exhaustion, he perpetuated my violation with his hands on my hair and face, his fingers in my mouth and cunt, his cock in my ass, his seed in my body.  My racial violation, the one thing I had sought to avoid my whole life, was complete and utterly shattered.  I have never felt so desecrated, so degraded, so soiled.  At that moment, I knew that I would never again be the woman I thought I was supposed to be, the woman I thought I was.  From that moment I knew I was, in the truest sense, a whore.