Gender: Male Age: 55 Location: N/A
|Introduction: wife becomes black cock slut|
After her night with her throat wrapped around The Doctor’s pole, she settled in to a routine for the few days leading up to the farm weekend. She was now totally at home with breathing through her portal- she slept much of the night that the Doctor was impaled in her esophagus, waking only when she felt his muscles tense to piss directly into her stomach, or detected the subtly different tensing which heralded his orgasm approaching, at which point she would wake enough to tease his balls with her now much more prehensile tongue until the delivery of his seed into her belly was complete. She found that many of her Masters still used her throat the old way, pulling out frequently enough for her to breathe conventionally, but for the ones who preferred prolonged penetration, she was proud that she now had the option to remove the plug and serve them in the manner they desired.
Her slut rectum was now totally acclimatised to the 98 beads that lined its first foot or so. The healing was complete, and the stretching permanent. Indeed, she found that more and more of her anal visitors were pumping her pussy inflation bulb in order to feel the beading more completely. Nowhere on her body was there a more appropriate tattoo than the one across the top of her buttocks that said “Beaded for your pleasure”
Master Winston had taken to using her anus more frequently than before since her beading, and it thrilled her that she could now accept his mighty weapon in her rectum with the same ease that most women took a regular cock in their pussy. She had taught herself to clench the muscles in her rectum to order over the last few days, and she enjoyed milking Winston’s cock with her beaded anus as he remained still inside her, struggling to suppress a whimper of delight if she managed to extract a groan of pleasure from him, which she did more frequently than he would care to admit.
Ceebert started a new tattoo on her the day after the doctor’s overnight stay- another reader suggestion from Joe A, who seemed to be well in tune with the slut’s modification, and who had many suggestions in Winston and Jay’s “very possible” pile for future ink. This one was sufficiently intricate to require two sittings on successive days. Basically, Joe had requested that the legend “Cumslut” be emblazoned across the area between her collar bones on her front, just below the throat portal, but well above her breast area. Nothing remarkable or intricate there, but each letter was made up of a tiny version of the slut’s body holding the position of the letter. The C saw Sarah bent at the waist, a disembodied black cock in her mouth and anus. The U was her on her back legs skyward, anus gaping The M was depicted as a waist high image of her being taken behind by a Master as her gourds touched the ground in from of her forming the last leg of the letter. The S was her laid on her side being hosed down with four strong jets of urine. She fell to her knees with her hands at her sides, mouth open in readiness to form the L. On her back again, legs in the air, her gaping anus pouring out cum for the second U, and for the T, she stood on the breast pillory, arms stretched outright. Syringes embedded in her sagging gourds.
What took the time was the detail-each figure could be instantly identified by the tattoo work on her skin-sort of a “tattoo within a tattoo” idea. The part that the slut found most thrilling, however was that each figure was depicted with a bald head. Her Masters clearly had confidence in her ability to earn that right at the farm this weekend, just as they had clearly abandoned any attempts to make her tattoos concealable under day-to-day clothing since her portal ink was added.
Looking down in admiration as Ceebert worked on the final letter of her new and undeniably correct label, Sarah was struck by the fact that the only area on her torso that wasn’t at least partly covered in ink now was her once magnificent breasts and the chest area between them. Since her titmeat was one of the principle areas of focus for her rehabilitation, she plucked up the courage and asked Master Ceebert why that area was still just lilywhite skin?
Putting down his tattoo gun, he looked long and hard at his beloved canvas before replying.
“ Don’t worry, little slut- they will be inked in due course. In fact, so many good suggestions have been rolling into the “Deep inside Sarah” mailbox recently, that I have started to plan your breast tattoos. I normally work freehand as you know, but I have decided to plan you breast decoration on paper, which, when finished, can be transferred onto your skin as a template. We tattoo artists call it flash. Many of the suggestions would look good on your chest, so I have already constructed the outline, and one side is already complete, with the second well under way. The only problem is that each piece of flash is two feet long, and eighteen inches wide. The width is not an issue-your gourds when uncinched measure 18 inches in circumference. You look surprised that we are going to tattoo them as a full cylinder Sarah? You should know that we spare no attention to detail in your rehabilitation? The problem is the length. Magnificently though your gourds are stretching, they are still nowhere near two feet in length. We shall redouble our stretching efforts, and when the time comes and they reach two feet, they will both be totally tattooed, as a webcam live feed, in one sitting. The reason for the flash will then become apparent, but I can’t tell you any more at this point. We had planned to tattoo your slut-nips also, but they are so dark now I don’t think the ink would show. Pity really, as they are now so long they could be mistaken for cocks, so we were going to add to that illusion” He burst out laughing at that final comment, and returned to his needlework, as the slut took in the enormity of what she had just been told. Two feet long, both totally tattooed in one sitting?-that ought to frighten the hell out of her. So why was her ass-pussy spasming in rhythm with her slutnips as she considered the task ahead?
“ Don’t worry about running out of space before your gourds are ready,slut” teased the tattooist “ We haven’t started on your arms or your lower legs yet, then there’s your neck, the back of your head, and if you are a very good girl this weekend, your bald head. Just wait until you hear what Joe A has suggested for that, although nothing is finalised quite yet”
She gulped and enjoyed a mini anal orgasm at his words.
For the remainder of the week, Sarah noticed that every Master who took her anus, and there were many, pulled with increased urgency on her gourds, forever using them as handles to pull themselves deeper into her bowel. At least now she knew why, and she pulled back ever so slightly against each breast pull, just to expedite the stretching process in order to bring her breast ink that bit closer.
Finally it was Friday, and after her cleansing, and injections, Ceebert gestured to the dress bag on her bed. She was to wear this to the farm-Webmaster Jay had chosen it especially, and , as the whole time at the farm was to captured on live feed, she had to look her best. Excitedly unwrapping the bag, Sarah pulled out a white silk and satin dress, along with a troussueau of virginal white lingerie- garter belt, silk stockings, French knickers, high heels, and a headdress. They were dressing her up as a bride! -but a bride with a difference. The dress finished just below her pussy-long enough to cover it , but too short to hide either her stocking tops or her bells. The rest of the dress covered her beautiful body, fitting it like a glove, covering most of her precious ink. But the radical difference was that this gown, unlike every other wedding gown ever made, was not intended to contain her gourds. They weren’t the right shape to fit inside it any more, so the dress was cut to run under her udders, but not to support or contain them in any way. Instead, they hung, in their cinches, down each side of the gown. Maisy, who had been helping her dress, fussed over the gourds, adding white garters at various intervals down their length, making them look as pretty as the rest of her. She produced some heavy gauge gold chains and ran them from the piercings in her ear lobes to the ones in the side of her nose, making her face every bit as resplendent in jewellery as her incredible slup-nips, which looked positively pornographic all framed in virginal white. Finally adding the headdress over her dreadlocks, she told her how pretty she looked.
Darcy came in, all in pink frills, scrotum swinging under it’s steel stretcher, carrying a tray. Blushing hugely at seeing her wife dressed ready for the altar, she offered Sarah a full pint tumbler of the special cream from the farm that she usually enjoyed in her coffee and on her cereal.
“Since you’re meeting the boys who so generously keep you supplied with this stuff shortly, we felt you should fill your senses with it’s taste in readiness- drink the tumbler Sarah” commanded Ceebert
Without hesitation, the bridal slut raised the glass to her brown glossy lips and drank deeply, noticing not for the first time that it’s consistency and taste was unlike any she had so far tasted directly from source- no doubt it was different fresh?
After a few good pulls, she finished the glass, and, hearing a toot from outside, she allowed Ceebert to guide her to the door. Opening it and stepping outside, she saw on the drive, in place of the usual pimp-mobile, sat a wedding limo, complete with ribbons and the like. Leeroy sat at the wheel, and Winston held the door open for the beautiful bride. The three masters glowed with pride as their beautiful charge, now half way into her rehabilitation, walked to the car that would take her to the first day of the rest of her life.
For some time, the brothers exchanged small talk as the limo swept them out of town. Sarah’s head bobbed alternately between the laps of Winson and Ceebert as they drove on, the buildings getting ever fewer and further between until they hit open fields. After a half hour or so, during which time both men had emptied their balls twice into the hungry brown lipsticked mouth, as the bridal headdress bobbed urgently in their laps, the limo signalled left, and swept up a long driveway to the magnificent farmhouse that was Master Teddys’s home, and farm. Smiling at each other, they bade the slut bride sit up and observe her surroundings. Reluctantly leaving her Master’s laps, she sat up and read the signage on the approach to the ranch. Teddy’s stud farm-Thoroughbred stallions of all lineage. Her jaw dropped with a gasp. This was a horse stud-mares were brought here for insemination. Semen was exported for insemination. This was the farm she was destined to earn her baldness at! She felt an overpowering urge to run.
Sensing the rising fear in their slut, Winston whispered soothing words in her ear, reminding her that she trusted her black Masters implicitly, and that if they deemed the events of this weekend to be necessary to her rehabilitation, then it was with good reason. As she calmed, the limo pulled up at the entrance to the ranch, and Leroy exited and held the door open for the beautiful bride to be escorted inside. As she did so, the bridal march sounded up from inside the main reception area, and, as Winston proudly led their slut into the room, she saw an all black congregation, mostly faces that she knew from servicing them either at the house or the café. Roger from the pet store was there, which sent a shiver down her spine. Some new faces also filled the seats, and cameras were placed discretely at intervals around the room, as the heat from the lights reminded her that this was going out live to her paying public the world over. At the makeshift altar stood Master Teddy, resplendent in morning suit, his bald head gleaming in the light. Next to him stood Webmaster Jay, dressed as a priest.
As Winston led her down the makeshift aisle, Sarah though idly that she must be the first “bride” to be presented at the altar with her tits hanging open and exposed, dressed for the occasion in their own garters, at either side of her gown.
As she reached the altar. And took her place beside Teddy, she suddenly felt at ease with the situation, especially when she heard Teddy’s voice tell her how lovely she looked. That voice had always had a hypnotic effect on her.
The music stopped, and Webmaster Jay stepped forward
“Beloved brothers, we are gathered here today to witness the marriage of black cock slut Sarah to the whole concept of serving black masters unquestionably. To witness the slut, by the receiving of a ring, undertake to complete the rehabilitation from pointless white bauble to dedicated black cock pleasure giver, thus achieving the role in life she was surely born for. To renounce her worldly goods by the act of freely giving up the hair on her head.; to demonstrate her devotion to black cock by becoming the first white slut ever to receive, and in full view of the congregation and the internet, to accept the mighty cock of the her groom, representing black men everywhere, in her slut anus. To then with equal relish service fully the needs of the twenty best men who are at the moment unable to join us at the altar.
Who giveth away this slut?”
“I do” boomed Winston.
Let the groom, representing the whole concept of black cock, step forward.
The mighty Teddy stood to his full height , dwarfing the virginal bride.
“ Do you, Master Teddy, take this once worthless white slut as a deserving bride to black cock every where? Do you promise to keep her, nurture her, and sustain her as a black cock whore, providing whatever she needs to complete her rehabilitation, as long as you both shall live?” asked Master Jay, in his best vicarly voice.
“I do” boomed the reply
“ Do you, white slut Sarah, take the whole genre of black cock servitude for your husband, to honor and obey the concept, to serve unquestionably as long as you both shall live?”
Stunned by the surreal situation, but turned on by Teddy’s proximity and her now undeniably Pavlovian need to obey, she simply nodded her pretty dreadlocked head, and said “ I do”
“ Who has the ring?” asked Jay
Ceebert walked forward holding a cushion on which lay a massive gold ball closure ring fully four inches in diameter, and a foot long, 4mm spinal needle.
“I do” replied Ceebert, looking somewhat apologetically at the slut bride, who’s eyes were now open in horror.
“Just as a bride wears a ring on her left hand, so a black cock bride will wear this ring in her left breast” announced Jay, as Ceebert lifted her cinched gourd and, moving the garter at the nipple end to one side, he swabbed the tit flesh either side of, but behind the massive black cock-nipple that stood proudly to attention atop the heavily pierced aureola. The ring was to pass right through her breast, behind the slutnip altogether- an actual tit piercing, rather than a nipple one.
As Sarah’s head swam, Ceebert brandished the massive needle, and waited Jay’s prompt.
Following his instructions, Teddy repeated the lines
“ With this ring, black Masters everywhere wed this slut” at which point Ceebert thrust the needle firmly through the gourd, and the bride screamed in pain as it emerged from the other side
“ This ring will symbolize the ownership of this slut by black men everywhere, to have, hold and enjoy at will” continued Jay, as Ceebert fed the horseshoe sized ring through her mutilated gourd, and the unbelievable pain started slowly, and rather predictably, to turn into pleasure as the slut bride gasped and panted as her anal spasms rose in strength as Ceebert fed the ring through the hole, staunching the small bleed with a cauterising stick before applying superglue to the threads of the small allen key screw that locked the half inch closure ball in place, making her wedding ring truly forever.
Looking down at her new ring, shining brightly against her white robe, Sarah was suddenly overcome with the beauty of the whole scene…they had gone to all this to make her, a previously worthless slut, their bride. She had earned this, and she glowed with pride as Jay announced
“ I now pronounce you Master and wife- you may ass-fuck the bride”
Upon hearing this, Teddy swept his bride up in her arms, carried her to the makeshift altar, and lay her face down on it. He had waited all his life to find a woman who could take his staggering weapon anally, and, as her ripped the silk panties away and her tattooed anus gaped obscenely, he knew that this little white slut- his new bride, was up to the challenge.
Unbuttoning his pants, he allowed the cameras to get in close to capture the moment his trouser meat, already fully erect, sprang loose. To collective gasps the world over, the internet was treated to its first view of probably the largest human cock on the planet. The beads that sub-dermally lined the length of his shaft shone in the lighting, as the cock ring at the end glinted evilly. Wanting to maximise the visuals, Jay and Winston both produced knives, and, as Teddy approached his bride, they slit the back of her wedding robe so that it tumbled to the floor around the altar, leaving the slut clad only in headdress, garters stockings and heels. As the blaze of mulicolored filth on her back was revealed, the audience slowly realised that the unfeasibly large weapon that was just entering the whore’s anus was the very same one that was inked in such wonderful detail in mirrors image on her back.
Now beside herself with lust, the searing pain in her wedding-gourd now forgotten, she relaxed her anus completely and felt the head of Teddy’s cock burst through her anal sphincter, filling it like never before. So relaxed and trained was her anus, that it simply opened up and swallowed Teddy, gripping his beads with beads of its own, as it welcomed inch after inch of this incredible organ deep into her bowel. Her head span-never had her beads been so stimulated, never had anything made of flesh been this deep inside her-not even Paula’s arm the floodgates opened, the pain in her tits became pleasure as Teddy heaved on her cinches-titworld merged with ass world, as she spiralled into a super-orgasm that she had always known was just over the horizon, but had never expected to reach. A sudden empty feeling at the base of her stomach hinted that she had sexual centres still to be developed, as she became a different person, a stranger, screaming and howling her pleasure, begging her “husband” to rape his bride’s slut anus harder, calling out to gods she didn’t recognize her devotion to black cock everywhere if her would just fuck her ass a bit deeper and harder. As Teddy’s balls slammed against her tattooed butt, he realised his dream had been achieved- his massive trunk was fully inside a slut-and a pretty white one at that-his bride, black men everywhere’s bride- and the pleasure became simply too much, and he roared into his orgasm just as the bride passed out in delirium as the first wad of his load hosed her bowel wall.
As Teddy regained his composure, he lifted his bride off her front, and gently lay her on her back, as Leeroy appeared with the feeder plug and, as the cameras recorded all the time, she was plugged ready to drink her wedding seed.
It was fully five minutes before the newly wed regained consciousness. As she came to, the congregation broke into spontaneous applause, as she took the offered tube and drank her husband’s essence directly from her body.
When she was empty, Ceebert put his cushion on the floor, and gestured to the bride to kneel of it.
Kneeling obediently, Sarah felt something big was imminent, as Teddy spoke.
“ You have pleased me greatly, my slut wife. The first stage of your rehabilitation will shortly be over. To reward you, I am going to grant one of your dearest wishes” he boomed, and produced a pair of scissors. Reaching down and removing her bridal headdress, he picked up the first of her many dreadlocks and snipped. As it fell away, he handed it to Lennie, a friend of his who had appeared out of the congregation. Lennie was a rope maker-he knew what to do.
Instinctively, Sarah whispered “Thank you Master” as the dreadlock fell away, and indeed she thanked him each time he snipped one until, ten minutes later they were gone, all that remained of her glorious blonde mane was stubble-like maize after the harvest.
“Now the good part, Slut” teased her husband- you need to start begging.
As Leroy appeared with some electric clippers and handed them to Teddy, she heard them buzz, and asked him “Please raze me master?”
“What was that slut? I didn’t hear?” teased the groom
“Please raze your slut bride bald, Master” she shouted, meaning every word, craving to feel the steel on her scalp, and as he ran the buzzing clippers across her skull, making her smooth, tears of genuine joy ran down her cheeks.
As he finished, she thanked him over and over between sobs for his gift, and as the web audience watched him apply shaving cream and run a cutthroat razor expertly across her pate, making her scalp as shiny as her husbands was, Lennie finished weaving the last of her dreadlocks onto the tail that he now set about attaching to the three inch wide black buttplug that was their new home.
When Teddy had finished shaving his bride, and her sobbing of thanks had abated, Ceebert appeared, and Sarah looked at him in anticipation-but he carried no tattoo gun. Looking at Teddy quizzically, he explained to the still kneeling bald slut-
“ Ah-you are looking for your scalp tattoo? Such a dedicated, good slut bride. Unfortunately, you still have one more task to perform before you can earn the right to have whatever your public have voted for tattooed forever on your skull. You have to fuck the best men- as you may remember Jay including in the marriage vows? Are you ready to fuck all twenty of your best men Sarah? He boomed.
As she nodded her acquiescence, still sobbing too much to talk, he said “ then stand on the altar so that Jay may prepare you for your nuptials”
Confused, the beautiful bald bride stood on the altar, as the congregation and audience looked on, and her confusion grew as Jay pulled a key from round his neck, and used it to unlock the padlock that held the escutcheon in place across her closed pussy. Hinging the plate back, making her bells tinkle, he threaded the chain back through the many eyes pierced in her labia. He then withdrew the escutcheon, pulled out the inflation bladder, and finally remover the catheter from her urethra. Her pussy was now as open as nature intended, and Sarah did not like the feeling at all. Having it closed gave her comfort and security in the knowledge that her anus was her black public’s right of passage. This felt odd. As she was trying to work it out, Lennie appeared and , after a nod from Teddy, he swiftly plugged her still gaping bridal hole with the buttplug, now sporting a magnificent two foot tail made from her blond hair.
Now her ass was plugged, and her pussy was open…but that didn’t make sense. As if reading her mind, Teddy explained
“We promised you that no man’s cock would ever penetrate your pussy again slut, and we meant it.- but we didn’t say no cocks at all! It’s time to meet your best men, my lovely tattooed bald slut bride.”
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