He slipped his left hand down my right thigh boot. The money rustled between his fingertips.

"There's �750 there," I told him.

I could feel his erection. "Let's go back to my place," he said.

On the way there I asked him: "Don't you feel humiliated that five black men have fucked me ten times, in clothes that you bought for me, when you haven't even made love to me yourself yet?"

"Yes, in a way I do," he admitted. "But I'm turned on by you being spoiled - you know, damaged goods. I've wrapped you up in all this packaging, and others have unwrapped you and tasted the fruit first. The more men who taste you first, the more it excites me, and the more I love you. I can't help it."

When we got back to his flat he ravaged me with a passion I did not know was possible. He deep tongued me like he was searching for every last drop of the black men's spunk inside my mouth. After removing my PVC knickers he sniffed them and licked the spunk off the lining.

He then licked all the congealing spunk off my pubic hairs and then out of my cunt. Then he dropped his trousers and underpants, and his fifteen-centimetre pink willy looked pathetically small compared to those of my five black clients! When he entered me I could hardly feel a thing - only the squidgy sensation of other men's spunk making way for his prick gave away its presence.

My black virginity-busting Rastafarian client with a cock thirty-plus centimetres in length and twenty-six centimetres in circumference had been right: my cunt was now too big to be satisfied by my boyfriend's small cock. But that knowledge alone excited me. I had what must have been my eleventh or twelfth massive orgasm that night, not because of my boyfriend's prowess, but because he had been humiliated by having to make love to woman who had been dressed up by him and then broken in by others.

He hadn't taken my virginity - instead it had been taken by a well-endowed black man and his four mates. He had never taken me while my cunt was still pure and tight. Black men had done that for him, and stretched it so that his prick would never be able to touch the sides. I was now only good for black men. I wondered what my parents would think if they knew.

When I came to see my boyfriend the following evening at 7.30, he asked me if I would like to move in with him. He begged me not to return to Israel, but to move in with him and, if it worked out, to marry him. I let him do some more begging, and the told him I would move in with him, and perhaps marry him, but only under certain conditions.

The first was that I wanted to become a full-time prostitute. This would mean having customers all day while he was at work and perhaps during the evenings as well. Second, I could have as many lovers as I wanted, when I wanted and where I wanted. If we were at a nightclub and a black man picked me up and wanted to take me back to his place, or even fuck me in the toilets or the back of his car, I would go with him. Thirdly, my boyfriend could only make love to me after I had been fucked by black men.

He agreed to all these conditions. Then I said: "There's something else."

I then told him what else I wanted. Whenever I asked, he was to dress up as a woman, in the same kind of clothes and boots that he had bought for me, and suck the cocks of my black lovers. He was also to come to nightclubs with me, again dressed as a woman, and if black guys chatted him up he was to play along until they found out he was really a man, and then take whatever consequences they dished out.

He agreed to these conditions, too. I then said that if and when we married, I was to go out the night before and get fucked by as many black men as possible, and arrive at the wedding without getting cleaned up. Black men would be invited to the reception and I would dance with them and kiss them in front of everybody else. On our wedding night he would be the last man to make love to me: black men would take his bride first. The same would apply on our honeymoon.

Again, he agreed. Then I dropped the real bombshells. He had a spare room in his flat that he used as a library-cum-study. He was to move everything out of that room, decorate it, furnish it as a bedroom, and then rent it out to a young black stud who I would take as a regular lover. This black stud could fuck me whenever he wanted.

When my boyfriend took me out, even to visit friends, our black lodger was to come with us so that everyone knew he was my lover and that my boyfriend (or husband-to-be) was a cuckold. Finally, if I became pregnant by a black man, I would have the baby and he would bring it up as if it was his own. If the baby turned out to be his own, we would bring it up to worship black cock, whether it was male or female.

Again, he agreed. So I told him that when I returned to my aunt's this evening, I would tell her I was moving out. In the meantime, I told him to choose an outfit for me, as I was going to spend the next two or three hours prowling for clients. He chose the mini-dress with jungle camouflage pattern, the lace-up black leather boots and, again, the black leather biker's jacket. I made myself up and left. During the next two and a half hours I had five clients, all black, including my virginity buster of the night before, who appeared at about ten o'clock. Then I went back to my boyfriend's flat and allowed him to make love to me.

When I returned to my aunt's (dressed in my normal clothes) I told her I was moving in with my English boyfriend and that we might get married. She flew into a rage. She knew he wasn't Jewish. My parents were sure to find out and they would blame her. I suggested she lie to them and claim that my boyfriend was Jewish - it would best for all of us. Finally she agreed, and the following evening I packed my hold-all and went to live with my boyfriend. I knew my parents would fly in and confront us eventually, but I was not going to let that worry me now.

Every night for the next week my boyfriend painted and furnished the spare room while I went out and picked up clients. Before I went out he would dress me and I would let him masturbate over my boots and then lick his own spunk off, and when I came back, sometimes as late as two or three in the morning, I would wake him up and make him lick my cunt clean. But that was the nearest he got to having sex with me until the day he finished with the spare room. By then I had had twenty-


eight clients, all of them black and all of them "bareback".

On his next Saturday off we sat together and composed an advertisement to put in the window of the local newsagent and on the notice-board of the supermarket. It read:

WHITE COUPLE SEEK LODGER


YOUNG BLACK SINGLE MALES ONLY


CALL LITAL ON: -----

Wearing my black rubber mini-dress, black rubber riding boots, my black PVC biker-style jacket and no underwear, I made my boyfriend come with me to put up the notices. The newsagent, an Asian, gave us a funny look. He knew exactly what was going on. I was pleased. Soon everyone would know that my English boyfriend was being cuckolded by a black-cock-loving whore.

When we got back home, he again asked me to marry him. I had already decided I would marry him, whatever my parents said, but first I wanted to assert more power over him. I had learned martial arts in the Israeli Defence Force, and could still use it even with one arm. Without warning I grabbed him by his left arm, turned round and threw him over my shoulder so that he landed on his back on the floor with a thud. I then stamped on his balls until he cried out in pain and begged me to stop.

"On your knees!" I shouted to him. "Kneel in front of me!"

Once he was on his knees I kicked him in the face and shouted: "Lick my boots, you bastard, lick my boots!" He did as he was told, lovingly and longingly kissing, licking and sucking every centimetre of both boots, and every now and then I would kick him in the face, or in the chest or in the balls or stamp on his hands.

Finally he announced that he was going to cum, and I paused while he fumbled with his flies. With his dick out, he spurted his spunk over one of my boots. "Now lick it off, you worm!" I demanded. I watched as he licked the spunk off my boot and then he began to kiss, lick and suck them again.

Then I had another idea. "Crawl to the bathroom on your hands and knees!" I ordered. As he crawled, I kicked him several times so that he fell over and had to pick himself up. When he reached the bathroom I ordered him to strip off. "Now lay on your back!" He did as I told him. Then I told him to open his mouth and I squatted over his face and pissed myself. "Go on: swallow every drop!"

Again, he did as he was bid, and after that I sucked his cock. When he came in my mouth I deliberately didn't swallow it. I mixed it with my saliva and then, grabbing him by the hair, spat in his face, several times, until there was hardly a drop of moisture remaining in my mouth. I watched it dribble down his nose and cheeks, and catch in the stubble on his upper lip and chin. "The next time I have spunk in my mouth, it will be a black man's, and you'll swallow it," I said. He then grabbed the back of my head, pulled me toward him and kissed me passionately.

"Please, will you marry me?" he begged.

Finally I agreed, but demanded that he buy me an engagement ring on Monday evening, after which we would celebrate by picking up some black men to fuck me while he watched.

It wasn't long before we started receiving phone calls in response to our adverts. The first came that night as we were preparing for bed, and I answered. I could tell by his voice that the caller was a black man, but he sounded uncertain, as if he wasn't sure whether the advert was for real.

Sensing his doubt, I assured him that the advert was genuine and made an appointment for him to come at 9.30 the following morning. We had two more calls after that, and arranged for them to arrive at 10.30 and 11.30. These callers, too, sounded doubtful. It remained to be seen whether any of the three would turn up.

Their curiosity obviously got the better of them, as turn up they did. By the time the doorbell rang at 9.30 my fianc� had already dressed me in my black rubber zip-up top, black rubber mini-skirt, red PVC jacket and stiletto heeled thigh-boots, and I had made myself up. While my fianc� went downstairs to open the door, I sat on the couch and waited.

About ninety seconds later he was back, followed by a tall, thin black youth with a narrow moustache and long plaited hair. He was wearing a white T-shirt and jacket and trousers of black shiny nylon that made a swishing sound as he crossed the floor towards me. On his feet had had soft black leather lace-up boots, similar to those wrestlers wear.

I stood up and we introduced ourselves. He told me he was eighteen years old. Good. I liked them young. I showed him the spare room. He looked it up and down, making approving noises. Then I led him to the main bedroom, saying: "...But most nights you would sleep here. Go in." He stepped inside. "This is our bedroom," I went on, "where we sleep." Would he cotton on? He smiled. "I will need to test you," I said.

I held out my left hand. He took it and I led him towards the bed. "Now I am in your hands," I said. My cunt was wet. My heart was beating fast. I thought I would burst. For the first time, I was about to be fucked by a black man in front of my fianc�. How would he react? Would the black guy be any good?

He unzipped my jacket, opened it and then noticed I had no right shoulder and hardly any right breast. His eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped. "I could see you had one arm, but..."

"Does it put you off?" I asked.

"No. No. How did it happen?"

I told him.

"Wicked," he said.

He pushed me onto the bed, climbed on top of me and, held me tight and began kissing me, his left hand rubbing the remains of my shoulder and breast. "This is sexy," he said between kisses "and you're such a good looking chick, too!"

He prised my mouth open wide with his lips and tongue, biting my lips and tongue as he did so. My fianc� lay on the bed beside us, and I pulled back and kissed him, then returned to letting the black guy kiss me. I could feel his cock rock-hard against me. "Fuck me," I begged him. "Go on, please fuck me. Fuck my cunt with your black cock, right in front of my fianc�. I want you to cum inside me."

Undoing his trousers, he pulled them down to his knees. He wore no underpants, and with nothing to stop it his rock-hard cock sprung out at me. It was long and thick and shiny. "Wow!" I said. I parted my legs wider, and without hesitating he rammed it up my cunt, which willingly opened wide to take it. Alternating between kissing him and my fianc�, I moved in unison with his pumping thighs, one hand holding onto his arse. It was covered in tiny curly hairs and the skin had the texture of sandpaper.

Within three minutes he arched his back, furiously rammed his cock deep into my trembling body and started screaming. I too started to scream. Then together we came. The orgasm seemed to last for ever. It was massive. I thought the bed would break or go through the wall. When the orgasm finally subsiding he lay on top of me breathing heavily while I just lay trembling like a leaf and having little spasms. After a while he turned to my fianc�, rolled off me, and said: "Well?"

My fianc� crawled between my legs and licked, nibbled and sucked my wet swollen cunt, slurping up the black guy's spunk. While he was doing this, the black guy slid up the bed and put his cock in my mouth. Holding onto it with one hand, I licked and sucked. It was difficult to concentrate because my fianc� slurping away at my cunt made me want to orgasm again. I was making little whimpering noises as the black guy literally fucked my face.

Suddenly, he filled my mouth with his ammonia-smelling creamy spunk, my fianc� spunked over my left boot and I had another terrific orgasm, almost choking on semen as I did so. I was trying not to swallow it, as I wanted my fianc� to drink it out of my mouth. As my only arm was wrapped around the black guy's thighs, I attracted his attention by making urgent sounding noises and a kissing expression with my lips.

He crawled up my body and opened his mouth to kiss me. My lips met his and then I spat the black guy's spunk into his mouth. His eyes met mine and opened wide. "Swallow!" ordered the black guy. My fianc� swallowed. I spat more into his mouth. He swallowed again. Some had dripped down my chin. "Lick it off," I told him. He licked it off and swallowed that as well.

Afterwards the black guy fucked me again. This time he took by doggy style while my fianc� was underneath me with his little white willy in my mouth. Both men came at roughly the same time and I came again soon afterwards. Again my fianc� licked me clean, but I then made him suck the black guy's cock. To my surprise and delight, he came a fourth time, right in my fianc�'s mouth! It was terrific! "Swallow it you fucking bastard," I demanded - and he did!

Before leaving the black guy asked me if he has passed the test. I said he had, but that I had several other candidates to that day, but that if he gave me his phone number I would ring him to let him know. He then asked if he could let his friends in on it. I said yes, but that they must phone first.

He left about five minutes before the next black youth came, and the pattern of "testing" one black guy an hour carried on for the rest of the day, with my fianc� getting up every time the phone rang to make appointments. By 6.30 I had been fucked in all three holes by nine black guys, all aged between eighteen and twenty-six, but my six-thirty appointment brought a friend with him.

One took me doggy-style while I sucked the other's cock, and when they had both spunked inside me my fianc� cleaned all of us up and then they swapped places. My 7.30 appointment brought two friends with him, and men continued to arrive in threes until 11.30.

As the night wore on the men were getting rougher and more aggressive, the sex becoming more on more violent and them calling me "whore," "ho," "slut" and "bitch". The last three, who together brought the number of black guys I had fucked that day up to twenty-six, started to slap me, spit in my face and punch me, but after using my martial arts skills to throw one of them over my shoulder and kick another in the chest, much to their surprise, they calmed down. But while they were three-way fucking me I made a deal with them - that if they still felt like being aggressive I would help them beat up my fianc�. This idea pleased them immensely.

After he had cleaned us all up and the three black guys looked as if they were ready to leave, I grabbed my fianc� by the arm and threw him over my shoulder. He landed with his back on the floor and, still holding his arm, I turned and stamped on his balls, inviting the black guys to come over and kick him. One stood next to me and the other two stood the other side, and together we started kicking him in the face and body and stamping on him. "Harder! Harder!" I shouted to them, laughing. "Show this bastard who is boss!"

While they kicked him I forced the stiletto heel of one of my thigh boots into his mouth and made him suck it, and a few seconds later, as he caressed my boot and licked my heel, he started to writhe, not in agony but in pleasure, and a wet stain appeared on the front of his trousers.

The three black guys then gobbed in his face and I gave them all a passionate kiss goodbye, telling them that even if they didn't pass the test to become our lodger, I would keep in touch. My fianc� had taken the names and phone numbers of all the candidates and I had given them five-star ratings - one for youth, another for height, another for looks, another for cock-size and a fifth for sexual prowess.

The youngest, tallest, and best looking with the thickest cock and the greatest sexual adventurousness received the most stars. I also awarded a bonus star for whoever dressed in the sexiest clothes - such as tight trousers showing off a nice arse and well-packed lunchbox.

However, there was so far no clear winner, but more candidates followed throughout the week, during the day while my fianc� was at work and during the evening while he was at home. I tested at least twenty-five a day for three days in a row, but as the weekend approached the number of new candidates fell to about fifteen a day and the originals started coming back for second and third helpings. It was time to make a decision.

Out of more than 130 black guys I drew up a shortlist of twenty-five and on the Saturday invited them back in groups of five to gangbang me in front of my fianc�. I figured that if they were prepared to gangbang me in front of him, and he had no qualms about it, I might as well enjoy the attention! As it happened, the first five did not want to leave when the second five arrived, so that there were ten men taking turns with me.

The same happened with the next lot and the next, although as the day wore on some guys dropped out, having run out of stamina. By early evening, when the last five arrived, there were still fifteen guys with enough energy for yet another fuck. By midnight several more had dropped out, but in addition to the last five there were still nine who had arrived during the morning who were up for more.

I had therefore narrowed it down to nine, which meant there were still eight to weed out. So I decided to submit them to a verbal test to see what sort of things they would do to excite me and humiliate my fianc�. All nine said they would pimp me to their black mates and to black clients; make sure I dressed like a whore, buying the outfits with my fianc�'s money; go with me and my fianc� whenever we went out and kiss and grope me in front of everybody so that all knew he was a cuckold.

I was a black man's whore; ban me from wearing knickers and bras; invite friends round to share our bed at nights and fuck me all night long; pierce my face, lips, nose, ears, nipples, belly-button, clit and piss-flaps; make me have tattoos and wear jewellery that signalled that I was a cuckolding wife and a "BMW"; repeatedly get me black preggo and make my fianc� bring the children up as if they his; stretch my cunt until no tiny-willied white man could use it; dress my fianc� as a woman and make him visit black bars and watch as he was gang-fucked from behind and made to suck black cock; dress him as a chambermaid or a waitress indoors and make him wait on us, suck black dick and lick my fanny clean of black men's "jism"; make him lick their arses clean as well as mine (I liked the idea of him licking clean a black man's arse).

During this quiz one of the men left, but half an hour later he returned, bringing with him a massive black Great Dane. He grabbed me by the hair and made me kneel down in front of the dog and start sucking its cock. It was long, stiff and very red and sticky with a bulbous head, having more raw flesh and less skin than a man's penis. It also tasted different - more meaty and fatty. The dog was howling with delight and I could tell he wanted to mount me.

I turned round and knelt in front of the couch. Two black guys helped the dog climb onto me. I felt his hard paws around my neck and against my chest, then my legs being parted by two pairs of hands and the head of the Great Dane's mighty cock almost splitting my cunt as one of the black guys guided it in and another began pushing the dog from behind.

Soon the dog found its own rhythm -quick and frenzied and, for me, painful and enjoyable at the same time. I was being well and truly fucked doggy-style by a massive, well-hung Great Dane in front of my fianc� and nine black guys! All the men were standing around me and the dog, wanking like hell. I started to scream, the dog started howling louder. I could feel its hot breath and its wet tongue on my neck. It started to dribble down my neck and back. Then, in its excitement, it began licking my right ear!

This really excited me! My whole body went stiff, and the dog also began to go stiff and yelp - it was obviously about to ejaculate. Suddenly it happened - he let out a bloody great howl, rammed his cock right up me and stayed there, spurting deep inside me.

I came, too, convulsing all over the place. Then I fell forward onto the couch and the dog collapsed on top of me. His penis was still inside me. I noticed then that there was spunk dripping down my face and my back and spattered on my thigh boots - all the men around me, including my fianc�, had cum over me while the dog had been fucking me.

Carefully they pulled the dog off. I realised my chest was hurting and inspected myself - my front was covered in scratches and bruises. The scar across what was left of my right breast was open slightly and bleeding. My fianc� asked me if I was alright. "Get down there and lick out my cunt, you bastard!" I demanded. He stretched himself out on the floor and began to lick me clean - lick me clean of a Great Dane's cum! What a pathetic whimp! What a worm!

I looked up at the black guy who had brought the Great Dane with him. His name was Darren. He was under twenty, over two metres tall, very black, with short hair styled like a Rasta and a beautiful shiny torso under a tight-fighting string vest and a big thick cock bulging beneath tight red PVC trousers.

His legs, clad in lace-up wrestling boots up to the knee, were long and muscular. He was my man. He would by my lodger and my lover. "Kiss me," I said. While my fianc� was still licking out my hot wet cunt, Darren knelt beside me, took me in his arms, and began to lovingly, longingly French kiss me.

"When can you move in?" I asked him after a while.

"I've already moved in," he said. "I'll stay the night, and bring my gear over tomorrow. But I tell you one thing," he added. "There's no way I sleep in that pokey little room. I sleep with you - every night."

"Done," I said.