Random memories as a BBC slut

The 2nd night I served our Black Dom, as he was leaving my hotel room, he took me into the closet, had me grab the hanger rod. There I stood, naked, holding on to the rod. He smiled and said that some day, after he owns my wife's pussy, he would put me in this closet like this while he fucks my wife. That I will listen as she begs for his cock. At this point she had not met him, and I knew she never begged any man, but it did turn me on. My penis started getting erect, he slapped it and laughed, then left.

Months later, long after he had, as promised, taken control of her pussy, which was now black-only, we are naked on our knees serving him. She was hungrily sucking his cock, which she never did for any of the white guys. I was licking and sucking his balls. He pulled her hair and asked what she wanted. "Fuck me, fuck me." She never begged any man and now she did every time. He told her to get on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed and rub her clit; she quickly obeyed.

Much to my surprised, he walked me over to the closet and put my hands on the rod. If you stroke your cock, I will make you leave the room.

Over the next hour or so I heard him fucking her, heard her begging, heard her moaning in ecstasy, heard her 'oh-god' orgasms. When he opened the closet door, he was all smiles. He took my hands and held it up to his nose, "Good boy." "Now go clean your slut wife's pussy." She was on the bed, obviously exhausted, as I got close to her stretched pussy (black cock had changed it) I could see the wetness from her squirting orgasms, and his creamy cum dripping. The aroma of their sex was intoxicating. As I had done so many times before, I licked up another man's cum from my slut wife's pussy, the pussy that belonged to him. I looked up watching them french kiss.