Three months had passed since I had met LK and left my husband Dean. In that time, I had moved north, moved in with LK and had become black only. That’s not to say I had given up on my slutty life just that the only people I slept with were black men and women who wanted a white whore in their life. In truth, there had been a drop off in the number of men who fucked me but that was only because the number of black men where I lived with LK was limited. Rugby in the towns I lived in was never known for being a particularly diverse sport and so the number of black cocks available to me meant that occasionally it was more like a desert than a cumforest.

LK wanted to test me though, and on the day that my divorce from Dean was finalised he arranged for three of his friends to visit in celebration. By the time that they had finished I had been left stretched and cum filled in a way that left me feeling like a whore.

“Did you enjoy that?” LK asked, his large hands stroking his massive cock as he looked down on my cum covered body.

“Yes,” I replied as I slipped round from lying on my back and onto all fours in front of LK. I was expecting him to take hold of me and use me as his plaything.

“Then…” LK paused for a moment, and I looked quizzically at him as I tried to work out what he was going to say. Instead, he opened his free hand, the one that was not wanking his huge penis. I stared at the palm and there, resting within it was a gold ring with a diamond on the top.

“Is that?” I asked, looking up into his eyes, surprised that such an offer was being made.

“Yes,” he replied, “will you marry me?”

“Marriage? I thought I was just a slut who you enjoyed fucking?”

“It’s a bit more complex than that, true we don’t love each other in the way most people do but I intend to look after you.”

“But still, we can do that without getting married?”

“We can, but my family expect me to get married and they would approve of you.”

Picking the ring out of LK’s hand I stared at it, “why would they approve of me?”

“Because you’re a slut.”

The answer threw me, I was expecting him to say that it was because I looked good who said the right things. “Because I’m a slut?” I replied, a hint of incredulity in my voice.

“Yes, my family have a good image but in truth, they’re all kinky perverts and there is no way I could marry a woman who didn’t fit that.”

Holding the ring up to LK with my left hand, I motioned for him to take possession of it and then, opening my hand I splayed my fingers, “yes,” I replied, “of course I will marry you.”

Releasing his cock, LK controlled my left hand with the hand he had just been masturbating with while using the other hand he slid the ring onto my finger. It looked amazing and dazzled under the rooms artificial lighting. “Now, pleasure me,” LK said and taking hold of my head with his hands he pulled me in closer to him. Opening my lips, I took his cock into my mouth, my jaw stretching to its limit just to take his head. Sucking on him, I looked up to see the men who had only just finished with me shaking LK by the hand and congratulating him on his engagement. They ignored me, acting as if I was not the woman he had just proposed to and I was comfortable with that, I had not enjoyed all the fuss the first time I had got engaged.

It did not take LK long for his cock to explode into my mouth, he normally had great staying power but had been wanking furiously during my gangbang. Combined with the nerves he must have felt at the proposal he just could not help himself when I eventually took him into my mouth. Swallowing each drop down, I looked up into his eyes and smiled at him, “better?” I asked.

“Mmm,” LK replied as he turned to his mates who still looked on, “time for a beer.”

“Yeah,” one of them replied and I heard his feet padding on the floor as he headed for the kitchen.

I rose from my feet and kissed LK on the lips, “I’m going for a shower,” I whispered before kissing him again.

“Sure babe,” LK replied with a grin.

The friend returned with some beer bottles and handed one to LK, “fancy going into town and seeing if we can find some more pussy?” he asked.

LK smiled and looked at me his face a mixture of expectation that I would want him to myself for the night and hope that I would say yes. “Is mine not enough for the four of you?” I asked jokingly as I stepped back from LK so that everyone could get a look at my body.

“Umm,” one of the friends replied and they all looked at LK, wondering how he would handle the situation. Instead, before it caused an argument, I decided to put them all out of their misery.

“It’s fine, I have an early start in the morning, just don’t disturb me when you get home.”

“If I get home,” LK joked.

“True,” I replied and kissing each of the men in turn and saving my biggest kiss for LK I bid them all good night before heading upstairs for my shower.

 

The morning had arrived sooner than I would have hoped and as I stood at the counter in the sex shop, I worked in I played with the ring on my finger. Making it catch the light so that it reflected across the room. “And you said yes?” the question had been posed by my co-worker Tiffany who always dressed like a bimbo in the hope of pulling a rich daddy type.

“Of course, wouldn’t you?”

Tiffany considered the question for a moment, “nah…” she replied while chewing on a piece of gum, “he’s not old and he ain’t rich.”

The comment made me smile as I watched Tiffany study the large, boxed dildo that she was trying to hang on a nearby hook. She held it up towards me for a moment, “tell me, what’s bigger this or him?”

Stepping out from the counter I approached Tiffany. She was taller than me, if only because of her enormous heels and while her boobs were massive, they were false and hung like a shelf from her chest. Taking hold of the box, I studied the dildo within, “do you think it is big?” I asked.

“Yeah, too big, I could never manage that.”

The comment made me smile and for a moment I thought about the reality of the fact that not all women were size queens. “LK is bigger,” I replied as I handed the box back and I noticed that Tiffany’s hands trembled at the comment as she took it from me.

A ping sound came from the front door, distracting me from the conversation with Tiffany and I turned to see one of our regular customers enter the shop. “Oh Cyril!” Tiffany cried as she saw him placing the dildo quickly onto the rack she almost ran across the shop, faltering in her heels as she did so. Cyril was old and rich and one of Tiffany’s targets when looking for a future lover. Giving a discrete shake of my head, I crossed the shop floor, back to the counter where moments before I had been working.

“And how is Jess today?” Cyril asked as I resumed my place behind the counter. I looked at him and noticed how rather than looking at my face, Cyril’s eyes were filled with the sight of my breasts, constrained within a tight, black, strapless top. While Tiffany had always targeted him it was obvious that Cyril was actually a cuckold who loved the thought of just watching me being skewered by black men.

“I’m good, thanks Cyril, what can we do for you today?”

“Just shopping for the wife.”

“Is she not with you today then?” Tiffany asked hopefully the excitement evident in her voice.

“She’ll be here in a minute, she just happened to see a nice guy in the street, and she has stopped to get his number.” At that, the shop door pinged again, and Cyril’s wife walked into the shop. There was a fascinating contrast between the two of them, while Cyril who was in his late 60’s and looked it, wore a suit and looked like a professional. His fifty something wife had curly, bleached blonde hair, huge breasts, skinny legs and wore a tiny blue dress.

“Hi Tiffany, Hi Jess,” she said as she entered the room. Placing a hand on Cyril’s arm she smiled, “so my darling husband is paying for me to go on holiday to that nudist place in Southern France with a boyfriend,” she said, her lips forming into a wicked grin as she spoke. “So, I’m looking for a special outfit… and maybe some toys.”

“I’m sure Tiffany can help you,” I said, “what sort of outfit are you looking for?”

“Something revealing.” The wife replied, “I want Cyril to feel extra jealous when he sees the photographs.”

“He must be an extra special boyfriend,” I commented as I worked.

“Oh yes,” the wife replied as she took a step towards me, eager to spill the beans to someone who she thought was taking an interest. “Twenty-five, and so muscular,” she said before lowering her voice as if it was some sort of secret, “and hung like a horse.”

“Ahhh,” I replied, “in that case, maybe Tiffany can interest you in our new dildo.” I smiled at Tiffany and holding out a hand indicated that she should take the couple over to the toy that only moments before she was interrogating me about.

The three of them headed in the direction that I had indicated while I took the chance to focus on my work. Before I could get started though, my phone rang and not paying full attention to it I picked it up and answered it, “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me, I’ve just woken up and you were not here.”

“Sorry, you knew I was working today.”

“True,” he replied, “anyway, I woke up horny because the girl I found last night, well unsurprisingly she couldn’t cope with my size.”

“Very few can cope with your size, that’s why you like me so much.”

There was a laugh from the other end of the call while I noticed that Cyril’s wife, hearing mention of size had come over to listen more. “Is that your boyfriend?” she asked in what was supposed to be a whisper, but it was so loud that LK heard the comment clearly.

“Who’s that?” LK asked over the phone.

“The wife of a regular customer, she likes hung men.”

“Oh,” LK said with a hint of excitement in his voice, “why don’t you put me on speaker phone.”

I did as I was told and put the phone down on the counter, “this is LK, my black and very hung fiancé.”

“Fiance?” The wife said as she stepped closer to the counter, taking hold of my left hand in the process and studying the ring. “Hi LK, I’m Sophie and the mention of you being black and hung has already got me very wet.”

“Hi Sophie,” came the tinny reply over the speaker, “I’m feeling horny, and Jess can’t be here at the moment so do you fancy coming to help?”

Sophie looked at me, her eyes searching my face for any indication that I was comfortable with the offer. “I think that is very much a yes judging by her reaction,” I said loud enough for LK to hear.

“Perfect,” LK replied, “Jess can you give your friend my address and tell her I will be waiting for her.”

“Sure.”

“Oh, and Jess, can you book time off next week?”

“Next week? That’s short notice.”

“I know, but now that we are engaged, I need to take you to visit family in Africa.”

“Africa?” the mention of that place had filled me with a mixture of excitement and nerves at the same time. All those hung black men, how would I be able to cope?

“Yeah, you know my family is from Ghana, well I’ve been told I need to take you there before they will agree to us marrying.”

“Fine,” I replied, “I’ll talk to the boss and see what I can arrange.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve already spoken to the boss, he says that of course you can, providing you ride him. He wanted me to tell you as you need to complete the paperwork.”

“Well, if you let me go, I will sort everything.”

“Sure babe,” LK replied, “and Sophie, I’ll see you soon.” Ending the phone call, I gave Sophie the address and then leaving them both her and Cyril in the care of Tiffany I headed for the back office where the owner spent his time.

It was a rickety staircase that led up to his office, steep and the stairs were old as he had never seen any reason to invest in them. At the top, a small corridor ran towards the front of the building and the door into the bosses’ office. Nervously, I knocked on the white painted wood of the door.

“Enter,” a voice called from inside and opening the door I stepped inside.

“Ahh, Jess, I was wondering when you would turn up,” the voice said as I entered the room.

Scanning my surroundings, I noticed how despite the general state of the building the office was made up as if the boss was some tech entrepreneur with no expense spared on the décor. While, on the far side of the room, sitting behind his large oak desk sat the boss, Mr G. He was a large black man, made fat by the rich lifestyle that he treated himself to. “I understand you have been talking to LK?”

“Well, you might not have got a job here if I had not been.”

“True,” I replied, “though given how I took your cock before you would give me the job, then maybe you would?”

“You can be troublesome, especially with an attitude like that.”

“But my cunt is too pleasurable?” I asked as I reached behind and unzipped my skirt. It slipped from my hips and landed at my feet leaving my bare pussy exposed to Mr G’s lustful gaze.

Raising a finger, the boss beckoned me over while he pushed his chair away from the desk. As I approached, I pulled my top up and over my head so that by the time I got to him I was naked. He patted his lap, and obediently I climbed on his chair so that I straddled his fully clothed groin. Hands grabbed my head and pulled me in close for a kiss, long, passionate and deep.

The kiss broke off and with a slap of my ass, Mr G indicated for me to stand back up. “I was told by LK that my brother fucked you last night?” he asked as I got to my feet.

“Your brother, there were three guys there last night.”

“He’s really tall and has dreadlocks.”

I thought about the three guys from the night before, one of them was quite short but had a really long cock, the second was tall and stocky but bald but the third guy. One who had spent the most time ploughing my cunt, was tall and had dreadlocks. “Oh yeah, he has a dirty mind,” I recalled as I remembered that he had suggested that I try triple penetration.

“He was the kinky fucker who managed to work out how to put three cocks into my pussy at the same time.”

“And did you?”

“Of course, black men get, what black men want.”

Mr G groaned slightly as his hand grabbed at his crotch and rubbed his developing hardness through his trousers. “What was it like?”

“It stretched and it hurt but it was an amazing feeling, especially when one of them blew his load into me at that point.”

The comment was enough to drive Mr G to the edge and he stood up and ripping open his trousers, he let them fall to the floor. His cock was huge, almost as big as his gut and as he sat back down, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me onto him.

Jumping back up onto the chair I straddled him again and this time sank my pussy onto his length. He filled me as I squatted as low as possible, and he groaned at the sensation of penetrating me. “You’re the nastiest slut I’ve ever met,” he said breathlessly as I raised myself back up so that my tits could rub across his face.

“Yeah?” I asked as I squatted back down onto him.

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve seen LK naked, and he tells me you are the only woman who can truly manage him?”

“I must be able to take any cock,” I whispered in Mr G’s ear as I slid back and fore across his lap, “I think he broke me in some way, but I would do it all again.”

Grabbing my boobs, Mr G, jiggled them for a moment before pinching and sucking the nipples as I rode on his cock. The touch of his wet tongue sent a spark through me, and I ground down even deeper, desperate to consume every inch.

“Yeah!” Mr G moaned throatily as he slipped deeper into me and then, unexpectantly, his cock erupted, the cum pumping into me in a series of thick streams. “Damn!” he said in between thrusts, frustrated at the fact that I had made him cum so quickly. He slapped the arm of the chair as I slipped off of him and reached for my top so that I could get redressed. “Damn!” he said again, “LK is such a lucky guy.”

I smiled at the comment, “you do realise that there are down sides to dating a total slut?”

“Such as?” Mr G looked frustrated at the thought that I would suggest I would not make an amazing girlfriend for him.

“Such as the fact that you don’t let your wife sleep around, and that is something that you could never stop me from doing.”

“I have the money to keep you, you wouldn’t need to screw so many guys.”

“But I don’t do it for the money, I do it because I love cock and black cock in particular.”

“Hmm,” Mr G said, his frustration at the comment still evident in his voice. “Well, I hope you enjoy Africa… if the trip doesn’t break you.”

 

By the time I got home, Cyril was sitting in the living room watching the television while in his hand he held a small glass of whiskey. “Hi, where’s Sophie?” I asked and Cyril pointed to the ceiling. “They’re still up there?” I asked and he nodded.

The thought that LK and Sophie, were still upstairs, excited me and so, stripping off to give Cyril a cheap thrill I headed for the bedroom I shared with my lover. When I reached the landing, I found the bedroom door closed and so carefully and slowly I opened it to find a naked and exhausted looking Sophie kneeling on the bed. “I will take your entire length,” she said as LK bent her forward onto all fours and slowly pushed his way in.

“Hi,” he said on seeing me as I watched the two of them fucking.

“Hi, how is she doing?” The conversation took place as if she was not in the room, but that was normal for sluts like me and Sophie. I had spent years with people talking over my head as if I was not there while I pleasured some cock or other.

“Well, she is just about coping with the thickness but so far, we’ve only managed about three quarters of my length and then she complains that it hurts too much.”

“I guess that means I am still the biggest slut then?” I asked jokingly as I watched the two of them fuck again.

“Nobody is a bigger slut than you Jess, Sophie told me she has only slept with around forty to fifty guys in her entire life.”

“That’s a year’s work for me!”

“Exactly!” grunted LK as he thrust forward to try and push himself deeper into Sophie.

“Ow! She screamed in reply and threw herself forward and away from my lover.

Crawling on to the bed, I Sophie to encourage her to roll out of the way, “watch,” I said as I got onto all fours in front of LK, wiggling my ass at him as I arched my back so he could access me.

“You still dribbling cum from the boss?” LK said as I felt his hands pulling at my body as he inspected my hole.

“Well, it was your idea.”

“True,” LK said and then placing one hand in the small of my back I felt him guide me towards him slightly as the head of his cock reached my hole. “It just means you don’t need any warming-up, you have plenty of lubrication already.”

Alongside me, Sophie pulled herself up onto her knee as she watched LK slowly enter me. As always happened, I felt my lip’s part and then I felt the depth as he worked his way in. As always, the last part of the penetration did not happen immediately. LK felt jammed inside me, like he could not go any further. He rocked me back and fore, three times, both of us counting quietly as he did so and then he thrust hard and fast. “Fuck!” I screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, but it was done, we had got there, and I felt LK’s balls slap against my clitoris as he found himself fully inserted.

“Wow,” murmured Sophie as I felt her breath on the skin of my ass. “I’d heard rumours that you were the biggest black cock slut, but nothing I had heard could have predicted this.”

“Thanks,” I moaned in between the thrusts of LK’s hard tool in and out of my vagina.

Then, a moment later, I found Sophie moving around so that she was in front of me.  Opening her legs, I found myself presented with her smooth pussy, “eat me,” she begged, “I need to cum from your tongue.”

I smiled at her and lowered my head between her legs, I had never been with a woman as old as Sophie, but she still tasted good as my tongue touched her clitoris. She threw her head back and panted loudly as I licked her, and I realised it would not be long before she exploded into an orgasm.

Opening my mouth, I sucked her clit into the space between my teeth and holding it there licked again. I knew that my orgasm would not be long either, LK always drove me to the edge, and that when I climaxed so would he. For the three of us to cum together would be amazing and so I sucked and licked has hard as I could until inside, I felt the first tremor of my body. The sensations of such a massive phallus pushing in and out of me had already driven me to the edge and I knew that at any moment I would pass over in a crescendo of extasy.

Behind me, LK gasped as he realised that he was on the verge as well, while to my front Sophie let out a loud keening sound. Then, giving one last heavy, powerful, thrust of his body LK drove deep into me as a hot stream of his thick cum exploded out of the head of his penis. Hot cum streaming into me was enough and I submitted to my own orgasm which seemed to roll in waves with each throb of my lover’s cock.

As I came, my lips sucked even more intently on Sophie’s own clitoris and her legs began to quiver rapidly before suddenly clamping around my head. A stream of her own orgasm escaped from between Sophie’s lips and smeared itself across my face as I found myself locked between the pair of them as I rode the last ebbing moments of my climax.

The three of us collapsed onto the bed and I rolled gently to free myself from LK while letting my head rest on Sophie’s thighs. I looked up at her only to find that she was staring down at my open legs where slowly, LK’s cum was dribbling out of me. “Can I taste it?” she asked nervously.

“Of course,” I replied and as I lifted my head from her legs, Sophie slowly crawled down towards my pussy. Her warm breath sent a spark through me as I felt the first touch of her tongue. I knew that I was not ready to cum again but the feel of an eager woman cleaning me up ensured that my post coital glow remained for longer than normal.

“LK?” I called out gently.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

Find out what happens next in The Rugger Whore 6