A week had passed since I had proven myself worthy of LK’s family and my adventures had proven to be a huge success. I had left the apartment where the three young lads had used me, naked and dripping in cum only to find Bonnie waiting for me. From there, she had guided me to a tattoo parlour where I had publicly been given a Queen of Spades Tattoo. The white Q inside the black spade now adorned the area directly above my pussy, a permanent reminder that I was a proven slut for black cock. I had never wanted a tattoo but if the family demanded it of me, then who was I to argue?

Now, though, having had a week to recover, I stood at a busy gate waiting for board a flight to the family home in Africa. Sitting in a seat, LK occupying the chair next to me I watched the other travellers, noting that I was one of only three white people waiting for the flight.

From my position, I studied the other two. Obviously, a couple I noted that the guy appeared to be just a little bit cuckold as he eagerly observed his partner eyeing up all the black men who were present. “Do you think she has actually been blacked?” I asked LK as he studied the cover of a book that he had bought for the flight.

“Sorry?”

“Do you think she has been blacked?” I asked again with the nod towards the couple.

Following my gaze, LK studied them for a minute. His eyes took in the guy first, he was wearing a pair of grey shorts with a white t-shirt and had a small, blue bag slung across his chest. Other than the way he was reacting towards his woman, there was nothing to suggest he was anything other than a typical tourist.

When LK switched his attention to her though, it was obvious what she was after. Wearing a white strapless dress that appeared to be held up only by the large boobs that it covered, the hem frilled outwards to provide easy access. “Watch the way she is preening over every black cock,” LK commented as he continued to study her. “She has never had a black cock, but she is absolutely desperate to try them all.”

“Would you be interested?”

The question seemed to shock LK and he looked directly at me for the first time since we had sat down. His eyes scanned up and down my body as he drunk in the sight of me. My boobs were constrained only by a thin, grey vest top while a black, pleated skirt just about hid my pussy and my new tattoo from the world. “Why would I want her, an unproven commodity when I can have the finest of black cock sluts whenever I want?”

“Maybe Bonnie’s boyfriend would be up for fun then?” I suggested as I looked over to where Bonnie was sitting arm in arm with her lover.  I smiled as I noticed Bonnie was watching LK intently, she had confided in me that she had been promised to him for the stag night which would take place two days before our wedding. In fact, ever since finding out a couple of days before Bonnie had messaged me every day asking about what taking LK was like.

“He will break you or make you,” I had replied knowing that it would only drive Bonnie into even more of a desperate frenzy.

Out of the corner of my eye, I realised that the other white girl had kissed her man on the cheek and was heading for the toilets. As I watched her leave, I realised that I was getting a sudden urge to help her and so, peeling myself away from LK I rose from my seat and followed.

I found her stood in front of the handbasins, leaning forward slightly so that her oversized backside bushed against her dress. Standing alongside her, I took a moment to check myself in the mirror while I watched her reapply her lipstick.

“Are you new to all of this?” I asked the question, already knowing the answer but it was a simple way into the conversation.

“Sorry?” she replied, stopping the application of her makeup for a moment.

“Black cock, are you new to it?”

“Umm,” she paused for a moment as she studied me in my reflection. Looking left and right as if to make sure we were alone, her attention focused back on me. “I’m here with my husband, this is our honeymoon.”

“I know, and I reckon he knows as well.”

“Knows what?”

“That you are looking to be blacked.”

“I don’t know what you are on about,” the woman replied, her face blushing red as she spoke.

“It’s OK, look,” I said with a smile as I carefully lifted the hem of my skirt. The woman watched in the reflection as my tattoo came into view, and as it did so she bit her lip.

“Is that real? I didn’t think that such things ever really happened.”

“Mine is,” I said, a smile crossing my face as I let the hem drop back into place.

She took a step towards me, leaning in closer so that she could whisper, “my husband is desperate for me to cuckold him with a black guy.”

I nodded in understanding, “and how do you feel about it? There’s no point getting involved if it doesn’t interest you.”

“I’ve watched a lot of black cock porn, I’m really horny for it but I’m so worried about being found out.”

“That’s the one thing, you need to accept, that everyone will know.”

“Will they really?”

“Yes, because once you have caught the bug, you won’t want to hide it.”

The woman stared down into the handbasin that she was stood over, her mind lost in the realisation of what her future might hold.

I smiled at her reaction, “come on,” I said, grabbing hold of her arm and dragging her into the nearest cubicle. Locking the door, we carefully danced around each other. My boobs were not that different in size to her, but she was a couple of dress sizes bigger, and it gave her a very curvaceous look.

Reaching under the dress with my hands, I pulled on the sides of her knickers, pulling them to the ground as I did so as my head got caught under the hem. Finding myself staring directly at her pussy, I grinned before putting my tongue out for a moment and licking it. She gasped at the touch and fell back against the thin, wooden wall of the cubicle.

Standing back up, I looked into her eyes, “at least you are smooth.”

“And achingly wet,” she replied as she put a hand between her legs and rubbed her clitoris gently.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I commented and opening the door I stepped outside of the cubicle, leaving her to lock herself inside.

Walking back out into the waiting area, I made a bee line for Bonnie and her boyfriend who were sitting with their backs to me. Leaning over between them, I turned to the boyfriend and whispered in his ear, “fancy fucking some fresh, white meat?”

The boyfriend smiled at the comment as he turned his head to look at me, “where?”

Holding out a hand, I guided the boyfriend to his feet before leading him back towards the toilets. Taking a moment to check that there was nobody else in there, I guided him into the room and towards the cubicle.

When I got there, the door was locked and I knocked gently on it, “it’s me,” I said, and the door opened with a click. Stepping inside, I guided the boyfriend leaving all three of us crammed in a tiny space. Moving towards the back I left the boyfriend and stood next to the woman so that the two of them could not avoid touching.

“Oh God,” she said as she realised how close to her first black cock she was.

“She’s never been blacked before, but she is desperate for her first one.”

The boyfriend took no further persuading, and he dropped his trousers, allowing his good-sized cock to spring up in front of him. Taking hold of it, the woman stroked his length while her fingers struggled to wrap around his length.

“I’m ready,” she gasped and carefully she turned around to offer her large ass to her new lover. He lifted the skirt as she bent forward towards the door leaving me to watch over the boyfriend’s shoulder as he entered her.

She was so wet, it did not take much effort and as he started to rock back and fore, his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, a low moan emanated from her lips. Soon, he was up to speed and his cock pumped into her hard, her fat ass bouncing on and off his cock as he took her.

“Mmmm, she’s tight,” the boyfriend moaned as he reached up under her dress so that he could grab a piece of her boobs. The feel of her heavy tits must have been enough though as with a grunt he exploded into her, long thrusts of his hips pushing against her as he drained himself.

Pulling himself out, he quickly tidied himself up before, unlocking the door he slipped out of the cubicle without saying another word. The woman rose back up until she could look me in the face, “did I do something wrong?” she asked, a slight quiver in her voice.

I reached between her legs, taking a moment to finger her cunt before raising my hand to her mouth. Holding cum covered fingers in front of her, I watched as she hungrily cleaned them with her tongue and lips. “Do you really think you have done something wrong? He flooded your cunt with all that cum.”

“But he left without saying a word?”

“This is about giving yourself to superior men, they are not all kind and caring after the event. If you want every fuck to be loving, stick to your man.”

She nodded in understanding as she unravelled her knickers so that she could pull them back on. “So I should just offer myself to every black man I see?”

“Pretty much,” I replied as I snatched the knickers from her grasp. “The more men who fuck you, the less you’ll think about how each man treats you.”

“OK,” she replied, and I realised that she was staring at her underwear as I held the lacey pair of panties in my hand, “and what about my underwear?” She held out a hand in expectation that I would return it.

“A true slut never wears them and is always accessible, black men find it incredibly sexy.”

Not giving her a chance to respond, I opened the cubicle door and slipped out into the communal area of the toilet.  Unsurprisingly Bonnie’s boyfriend was long gone, while a woman stood in front of the hand basins stared at me. Her face seemingly disapproving of my very existence. Heading for the exit, I dropped the stolen lingerie in the bin.

Returning to my seat, I smiled at my fiancé as I placed a hand on his muscular thigh. “Everything go according to plan?” he asked with a smirk.

“Yes,” I replied as I looked over to the woman and her man. “She is now eagerly telling her husband how she has taken a black cream pie for the first time.”

LK followed my gaze and watched as the newly blacked couple cuddled up to each other, her legs crossed over his as she whispered in his ear. Eyes wide, he lapped up every bit of the conversation as he returned our gaze.

“Oh yeah, he is sold on being a cuck,” LK commented as he placed a hand on my leg, “and it’s making me want to fuck you hard.”

Turning my head so that our eyes met, I could feel my body craving the sensation of LK opening me up in the way that only he could.

“Now boarding!” a voice announced over the tannoy, interrupting the moment and with a gentle stoke of LK’s groin, I rose from my seat.

 

As we left the airport on the other side of the flight I was grateful that as a slut I regularly wore next to no clothing. The heat would have been oppressive if I had been wearing more than the tiny skirt and top that I had chosen.

Standing outside the terminal, I found myself driven speechless by just how many good looking black men there were and I wondered if I had the chance to take them all. “Wait until we get to the family compound, “LK said with a grin, “your hunger will be sated there far better than it ever could be out here.”

I smiled at the comment, as I slipped a pair of sunglasses onto my face. “You know me too well.”

Bonnie’s boyfriend flagged down a taxi that could take all four of us and our luggage and while LK loaded the luggage into the boot, I plonked my bum in the middle of the rear seat. The taxi driver eyed me in the mirror and I smiled back at him, admiring the strength in his eyes. “Where you going?” he asked as LK climbed in to sit alongside me.

LK replied in another language, one I did not speak and the taxi driver nodded. “Is she capable of going there?” the driver spoke in English so that I could understand.

“Oh yes, I’ve spent years training her.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” LK replied as he put an arm over my shoulder, “show him.”

Obediently I opened my legs, the hem of my skirt riding up as I did so until the driver, looking in the mirror, could see my bare pussy and the tattoo that sat directly above.

For a moment it was distracting enough that the taxi swerved slightly, “you better keep your eyes on the road,” LK commented as I closed my legs again.

 

We must have been in the taxi for over an hour when it eventually pulled up on a dirt track somewhere outside the capital. As I exited the vehicle, I found myself directly in front of a high white washed stone wall. The driver unloaded the luggage from the boot while LK took hold of my hand, holding it tight within his grip. Taking the luggage from the driver, Bonnie’s boyfriend struggled with the suitcases as LK led me up to a large, wooden gate.

Using a fist, he banged on the frame and a few minutes later a hatch opened and a darkened face with two bright eyes appeared. “Ahh, LK, welcome, it is good to see you return,” said a voice from the other side of the gate before shouting something unintelligible to the unseen occupants within. A moment later, the gate creaked open to reveal a courtyard inside and guiding me with the grip of my hand, LK and I entered into the village he had grown up in.

As the gate was closed and bolted behind me, I stared around the compound, taking in the contrast between the traditional huts and modern houses that occupied the space. While from a small brick, brick built building to my right two women appeared, their bodies were naked with dark skin and smooth pussies as they hurried towards our small party.

“Welcome back Sir,” one of them said as her hips swayed beneath the small, belt that was the only clothing they each wore. “Would you like us to help ease your pain from the travel?”

“They are village sluts,” Bonnie whispered into my ear as she stood close behind me. “Single girls who are aiming to prove themselves as worthy of the community, they are expected to offer themselves to visitors.”

“Hmm,“ LK said as he stepped closer to one of them, before putting his arm around her as he slid a hand between her legs. “Do you really think you could handle me?” he asked with a grin on his face and the slut touched the front of his crotch gently.

“Umm,” the slut replied nervously, and LK looked at the other one inviting her to touch as well.

“I will do my best,” the second slut said and letting go of the first girl, LK embraced her instead.

“Jess, you can have the less capable one,” LK said to me with a grin as the girl led him away towards the building she had come from.

“Sure,” I replied and before I could say anymore the slut had approached me and pulled my arms around her waist.

“I make you happy?” she said with a smile as her perky boobs brushed against my body.

“We’ll see,” I replied, as I placed a hand on her rounded bum, “I hope you like the taste of pussy.”

The village slut led me towards the building they had come from just a few minutes before. She must have been only 18 or 19 years of age, with a rounded bum, a smooth pussy and small perky tits. “How long have you been a village slut?” I asked curiously, the idea that there were people who exist to please visitors fascinating me.

“Not long,” she replied, “ I was deflowered last month.”

“Deflowered? You mean, you lost your virginity?”

“Oh no, in our village, deflowering is a process where you spend a night with the young men of the village. You have to survive the night without complaint.”

“You mean the young men of the village gangbanged you?”

“Yes, I spent six months training for it.”

“And do you have experience with women?”

“Of course, as a village slut I am expected to live with the other sluts, where we share a bed and each other.”

“Ohhh,” I replied with a smile, “so you will eat LK’s cum from his conquest?”

“If you mean Lucius, then yes, I will clean her up afterwards.”

I smiled at the mention of his first name, something that nobody back home had ever said. “She is more experienced than you?”

“Yes, in six months she will be freed from her commitments, and she can then choose to become a wife or be an evangelist around the world for our lifestyle.”

“Would you not need to complete the slut training like Bonnie?”

“No,” she replied as she led me into the building before guiding me into the main room and encouraging me to sit on the edge of her bed. “Village sluts are excused from the slut tests as our very existence proves our ability to be fucked.”

I nodded in understanding as the girl encouraged me to lie back on the bed and open my legs. Moments later, I felt the warmth of her tongue as it ran along my labia while, looking to my right, I watched LK, lying on his back as the more experienced slut slowly slid his length into herself.

She gasped, as she looked down at his muscular chest. “You’re almost as big as the Chief,” she commented.

“Tell me more,” I said on hearing the comment. I was aware that the Chief would likely want to fuck me at some point before the wedding, but LK had not mentioned he was so big.

“The Chief has the biggest of dicks, he has left some women unable to have sex ever again.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” she said as she grunted at the depth LK was achieving, “he has been known to rip a woman open so much that she cannot have sex again.”

The thought filled me with nervousness, the idea that a woman could be prevented from ever having sex again but equally I knew that I wanted to try him. Such thoughts filled me with a rush of excitement, and I pulled the slut tighter onto my pussy, in the process making her tongue dig so much deeper into my hole.

 

An hour later I lay naked on the bed that I would share with LK during our stay. In front of me, was an open door into the shower room where LK was refreshing himself. I watched as he stepped out of the shower, his wetted, black skin making his body look even more toned.

“Do you ever worry?” I asked.

“Worry?” he glanced at me, his face quizzical as he towelled his legs.

“Worry that I will take a penis so big it will break me.”

“Do you think that is possible?”

“You are worried about the Chief?” he asked as he stepped back into the room, the head of his dick swinging side to side as he walked.

“Yes, as that girl said, he is massive.”

“True, and she has been with him, but she did not break, and she did not take me as easily as you do.”

“She also did not take all your length, but you know me, I will need to take his every inch.”

“And I am sure you will,” LK kissed me on the lips, “you’ll be fine,” he said as someone knocked on the door.

LK smiled at me before wrapping a towel around his waist and heading for the door. He opened it and from the bed I could see Bonnie in the doorway, naked but for the same belt that the village sluts had worn.

She entered the room at LK’s invite and smiled at each of us in turn. “I have been sent to collect LK for his stag fuck.”

“Stag fuck?” I queried for a moment before realising I understood exactly what she meant. “You mean that it is your time to spend the night with LK?”

“Yes,” Bonnie replied as she crossed over to the bed, “meanwhile, you must prepare to meet with the Chief.”

I sat up and looked at my friend, “what do I need to do?”

Bonnie smiled, before clapping her hands and the two village sluts from earlier entered the room. One of them carried a belt while the other carried a sign. Instinctively I stood up and let them attach the belt around my waist.  Now that I was wearing one myself I was able to study it properly and I noticed that it was full of sexualised imagery, of large cocks and big tits, of women being fucked in various positions and even being gang fucked.

“Let’s see if you can earn this belt, you cannot marry LK unless you are wearing one.”

Nodding in understanding, I watched as they attached the sign as well. Written on it was a language I did not understand. “It says, that you are the Chief’s fuckmeat and that you should not be spoiled before delivery.”

“OK, a warning to all the other men then?”

“Yes, now the sluts will guide you to his place and he will do with you as he pleases.”

Each slut took me by the hand and guiding me out of the room they led me into the Courtyard outside the building we were staying in. It must have taken ten minutes or so to guide me across the village to the Chief’s house and as we walked, people stopped and stared. Some of them made comments, telling me that he would break me while others hoped that they could fuck me if I survived. Eventually though, we reached his place and the two sluts guided me inside before making me kneel on a thick mat in the centre of the room.

They left hurriedly and I found myself alone, unsure as to what was to happen next. I was not sure how much time had passed, but it was not immediate, and I took the time to admire the African style, erotic artwork that adorned the walls as I waited. Then, without warning, I heard a door open at the back of the room and my eyes fixated on the light that was cast through the doorway as a man entered. He was tall but he also waddled as he walked, an implication that he was not a thin man anymore though it was difficult to tell with the heavy robe that he wore.

Moving slowly, he approached a large, chair that was raised on a dais along the wall to my right. “Jess?” he asked, his voice husky as if he did not like speaking too much.

“Yes,” I replied, keeping my eyes forward so that I did not look at him.

“Yes, my King,” the man replied a tone of disappointment in his voice.

“My apologies, my King, yes I am Jess.”

“Good,” the man replied, “turn to face me.

I did as instructed, rotating on my knees until I was facing in his direction.

“I have heard good things about you.”

“Thank you, my King.”

“And for a white girl, you appear to be very sexy, rise so that I can get a better look at you.”

Standing up, I slowly rotated so that the man who I presumed was the Chief could absorb every inch of my body.

“Yes, large breasts, a rounded bum, you could almost be one of my black sluts.”

“Thank you, my King,” I replied as with a wave of his hand he signalled for me to kneel back down.

Watching in silence, his eyes drank in the sight of my naked body. Eventually he spoke, “you completed the tests we set you, and that is how you earned that tattoo?” As he mentioned the tattoo his head nodded towards my crotch.

“Yes, my King.”

“Now though, the ultimate test, from what I have heard and seen you might be the first woman who can take me balls deep without destroying your pussy forever.”

“If that is what you want, my King.”

“You will take me balls deep, whether it breaks you or not, understand.”

Pausing for a moment to fully understand what he was saying, I smiled as I realised I was more desperate to find out how big he was than I was concerned about my own health.

“Yes, my King.”

“Good,” he replied and at that he threw open his cloak to reveal his ample yet naked body. His legs were spread and between them hung his snake, which in many ways was beyond description. If LK was a Python then this man was the biggest Anaconda I had ever seen. It hung from his seat, over the edge of the chair until the head almost brushed the floor. Not only was it long though, it was truly massive, with a girth I had seen in only the largest of sex toys previously. I stared at it and I knew in that moment, I needed it to be hard and I needed it to be in me.

“My King, may I approach and taste it?”

“Of course,” he replied and crawling from the mat on which I knelt, I crawled across the room towards the monster cock that I was certain would rip me open in new and undefined ways.

By the time I got to him, I could see the first flutterings of the hardness that it would require before it could enter me. Kneeling before him, I reached out with both hands and hefted it upwards until I could look directly at the head. There was no chance that I would be able to throat it, but I at least wanted to be able to kiss and lick it.

Pushing out my tongue, I slurped it across the tip, before wrapping my lips around it so that I took the whole of his enormous head into my mouth. The Chief groaned at the sensation, and I looked up just in time to see him smiling back at me.

“I hope you like cum, I’ve been told I cum like an elephant.”

Glancing down my eyes took in the enormous balls that hid behind his cock and I was certain that he was not lying. “I reckon you could drown me in cum, and you still wouldn’t have cum enough,” I commented as I wrap both hands around his shaft for the first time. Slowly, I drew my hands upwards, watching the skin fold under my grip before, pulling back down so that the head swelled as the blood was released into it.

“Have you ever taken a woman balls deep?” I asked, my eyes fixing on his gaze as I spoke.

“No,” the Chief trembled at my question, “I have been close, but I’ve never managed it.”

I smiled again and then, lowering my mouth, I consumed the head of his massive snake again.

The Chief beckoned to me with his finger, calling me to rise up until I stood slightly over him, our faces level with each other. Using a hand, I continued to hold his penis, playing with the balls as the shaft brushed against my forearm. We kissed, as with a free hand he reached between my legs. His fingers were long and thick, and they felt like I had four average cocks between my legs as he played with my clitoris.

Raise his free hand until he could touch my cheek, and move him away from his lips for a moment, the Chief smiled at me. “I might break you, are you sure you want this?”

“Can I marry LK without it?”

“No, but if it breaks you, you can’t marry him either.”

“But, if I survive?” This time the question was rhetorical and pushing past his grip our lips met again. This time the kissing was even more passionate and as one of his fingers slipped between my lips and into my vagina, I realised that his cock was fully erect and ready.

“Now is the time,” I said as my voice tremored slightly with nerves. Raising a leg, I climbed over the Chief’s lap, holding myself high above him so that my pussy was almost level with his face. Then, holding the shaft of his cock with one hand as I steadied myself with the other I slowly lowered myself until I could feel the tip touching against my lips.

The touch of his penis against my labia, made me pause for a moment, and I looked into the Chief’s face. He smiled at me, knowing that I was about to sacrifice my body to his pleasure, and I kissed him dutifully on the lips before taking a deep breath and closing my eyes.

As I expected, the head along was massive, and it stretched me in a way that only LK had managed when he was fully inserted into me. I let out the breath slowly, through pursed lips and lowered myself another inch or so. The girth, was already stretching me and glancing down, I noticed that I still had many more inches of cock to take.

Gently, I inserted him further, my body being opened up in a way I had never experienced before. It was like no cock, fist or even double vaginal I had ever taken before. My body started to tremble with every new inch I took as slowly, I approached the base of his cock.

“Most girls stop there,” he mumbled as he enjoyed the warmth and wetness of my hole.

“I’m not most girls though,” I replied as I reached down and realised that I still had at least the width of my hand to go. “How deep is the deepest?”

Reaching between his legs, the Chief grabbed the base of his cock and grinned, “about there,” he said. I nodded, letting my body drop quickly, a shock of pain shooting through me as I did but seconds later I reached his fingers.  Our eyes met again, and I could see he was happy. “You don’t need to go deeper, you have reached the best ever.”

“Not deep enough though,” I replied and leaning forward I kissed him.

Inside, I felt in pain, but I was confident that I could take even more and so, with a wiggle of my hips, I managed to sneak another inch inside.

“I will break you if you carry on.”

“And I won’t be happy until you have fucked me balls deep.”

Glancing down, I was close, almost there, almost completely ruined. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, relaxing my body and my mind. I knew it would hurt, but I also knew the pain would turn to pleasure once I was there. Swallowing, I let my body drop, the last part of his dick sliding into me as I did. I let out a scream of pain, followed seconds later by a groan of pleasure.

I rocked back and fore carefully as I opened my eyes again. My lover stared into my face, a look of shock on his. “You did it,” he mumbled,

I grinned at my achievement, “yes, I did.”

We kissed as I rode him, his hands playing with my nipples. He seemed happy in a way I had never seen in a man before, like he had achieved the greatest of all things.

“On your back,” he said and eagerly I slipped from him, bouncing as I walked over to the floor mat where I had first started. Lying down, on my back, I opened my legs and waited for the Chief to approach. He knelt before me and holding up his cock he guided it into me.

He penetrated me with his whole length, lying on top of me like a careful lover rather than as a hung man claiming a sex toy as his own. We kissed again, as he slid his length in and out of me, each entry making me gasp with at the length of thickness of his cock.

“If you can have sex again after this, you are free to marry LK.”

“Thank you Sir,” I replied as the Chief slowly increased his pace, thrusting in and out of me until, his face contorting, his body tensing, he came. Thick spurts of cum, shooting from the end of his cock, deep into my body, filling me until he was drained, the sensations driving me to my own orgasm in the process.

Exhausted, he collapsed onto me, his body heaving as he tried to regain his breath as he remained embedded in my cum filled cunt.

Find out what happened next in The Rugger Whore 10