Syrian Beach Bimbo BBC Slut

Summary: Wife discovers the joys of Big Black Cock at beach party.

Note 1: This is a 2018 Summer Contest Story so please vote.

Note 2: This is an interracial story that uses the 'N' word on occasion, so if black dominant men fucking a Syrian wife offends you please don't read further.

Note 3: Thanks to Derek, who originally requested the story.

Note 4: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, and Wayne for editing.

Syrian Beach Bimbo BBC Slut

"You're coming with me tonight and I'm not taking no for an answer, Mel," Candace demanded.

I sighed. "Every time I go to these parties I'm hit on by half the guys there."

"And that's a problem why?" she asked. Her version of an exclusive relationship seemed to be finishing fucking one guy before she fucked the next.

I waved my left hand with the wedding ring at her and stated the obvious, "I'm married."

"That was your death warrant," she replied, which most would think was a joke but she meant it seriously. She then added, "That's a plus: guys love to fuck married women."

"Why?" I asked, having heard this before and never understanding it.

"The challenge, I suppose," she shrugged. "Either way, you haven't been laid in four months! Your cunt must be shrivelling up and turning into a raisin."

"It's only been three and a half months," I corrected, although she was right: I was going through some major withdrawal. My husband had been deployed overseas just four weeks after our wedding, and other than Skype and role play (which I could never really get into although I faked it for my husband), I had indeed been a barren wasteland. So much so that I hadn't shaved down there in three months and he wasn't going to be back for at least another six weeks, maybe longer.

"If I go more than a day I start getting the shakes," Candace joked.

While I was in college to get a nursing degree and had forgone the majority of the social aspects of college, Candace was a cheerleader without a major who seemed to be focusing only on the social aspect, although since she only fucked black guys she argued her major was Race Relations.

I admitted, even though I shouldn't have, "I do need him home soon."

Truthfully, only Candace knew both sides of me.

I am a first generation American with my parents emigrating from Syria when my mother was seven months pregnant. So I was conceived in one country and born in another. My parents pushed me to do my best in school and forego sports and dating, as they constantly reminded me the sacrifices they made to give me such freedoms. So I focused on my studies from before I started kindergarten until after I graduated high school with a perfect 4.0 and received a full ride to college (I even took a college class in the summer to get a head start).

To most, I was perceived as a sweet, innocent young woman with a heart of gold... which I was... but there was another side of me... one I couldn't always control.

I was a virgin until my first year of college when I met my husband, but once I felt his cock grow in my hand that first time at a drive-in theatre, a new side awoke inside me... one that had been in slumber my first nineteen years.

I became fascinated with his cock and with sex.

I loved sucking his cock, which was all I would do for the first two months after I first felt it. I went online and read how to give the best head and even watched porn for the first time.

I read about cum. I read about girls who refused to swallow and those who did. I read about its health values both when swallowed and when rubbed on the face (the idea of a facial pretty intriguing from the first time I saw a girl take one in a porn movie).

Cum became both part of my diet and my face cream, as Derek was more than willing to deposit a load or two in my mouth and another on my face. During this time, I would let him finger me and eventually go down on me too, but I resisted the growing temptation to have sex.

Then I had sex.

Fuck!

How come I'd waited so long?

I had broken my cherry with a wine bottle a month before while I was watching a really hot porn scene. I couldn't explain it: although my boyfriend was white, the porn I usually searched out was interracial and usually included more than one guy.

Oddly, before I'd had sex even once, my fantasy was to be gang banged. To have all three holes filled (even though the idea of anal sex was both scary and unsanitary, and definitely not something I thought I would ever really do).

I blame my parents for my fascination with black cock. We lived in the south where racism is still very prevalent, and ironically, they were brainwashed into the racism and distrusted blacks, even though they complained about the racism they faced themselves... it's ironic how irony is never really noticed in the world of racism... my parents were racist, even though they were racially profiled themselves.

After the first time Derek and I fucked, we fucked like bunnies.

In the morning.

At lunch.

After school.

All night.

We fucked in every room of the house, on every piece of furniture.

We fucked in the car, in bathrooms, twice in relatively empty movie theatres, in a taxi, during a church service, and I joined the Mile High Club.

At first I felt guilty every time we had sex.

We weren't married, and growing up Catholic, it's a sin to have intercourse before marriage.

Plus, when I was horny I became a different person. A slut that would do anything for cock... and that scared me. I became like the porn stars I watched, a bimbo for cum.

A slut... which maybe isn't the right word since I only had sex with my boyfriend... maybe a kinky, wild, submissive, cock craving bimbo would be a better description.

My brain would turn off and I would become completely submissive and willing to do anything to have cock... to have cum.

How easily I became addicted scared me.

During sex I would admit all my darkest fantasies to him.

I admitted my black cock triple penetration fantasy, which led to his taking my ass while I had a vibe up my cunt.

I admitted I got turned on by the idea of sex in public and getting caught, which led to a variety of risky sexual encounters including some already mentioned, but which eventually included my walking into a coffee shop with a huge wad of cum all over my face to order a coffee: the humiliation somehow becoming exhilaration... especially when I scooped the cum off my face in front of the server and put it in my coffee.

The most risky but exciting time was having him fuck my ass in the living room under a blanket while my parents were watching a movie with us. It was the first time I came from getting ass fucked. I came while having a conversation with my sweet but oblivious mother.

I admitted I liked being called names when being fucked, and he has obliged by calling me a plethora of names like slut, whore, bimbo, bitch, cum bucket, skank, and the worst one for a Syrian woman: sharmuta.

Each of these slurs enhanced my pleasure and drew me deeper and deeper into submission to my boyfriend... who thankfully had an equally high sex drive himself.

We fucked at least twice a day... and that would be a slow day... even on my period, when I really loved getting fucked, although he preferred my ass during my cycle because of the mess.

I admitted, eventually, I also loved the idea of being taken against my will (I hate the 'r' word because of what has happened to so many Syrian girls in the past few years... this too added to my guilt sometimes, both because I was free and also because I wanted to be used as a fuck toy). He obliged me with handcuffs, rope and blindfolds. He would tie me up, shove a vibe in me and watch sports for up to three hours and then give me multiple orgasms as he fucked the shit out of me (often literally). We role played I was a white slut and he a black pimp (I liked playing a white girl for some weird reason); he even bought nipple clamps, which after the initial pain became another sexual enhancement I craved... especially when he pulled on them, creating a pleasure-pain sensation that I craved-hated.

I come hardest when I have a vibe in my pussy and his cock pounding my ass as he calls me names, sharmuta often the one that makes me erupt.

And breaking away from my good girl image even more, I loved getting my face splattered with cum. I loved the taste and texture of swallowing cum, and I loved the feeling of warm cum on my face. Of course, I also loved when he shot a load in my cunt and watched my cream pie (I also come hard when he shoots his load in my cunt and keeps fucking me... eating a cream pie was also a fantasy that I hadn't yet told my husband... as I wasn't sure I was ready to add a third to our relationship, although the idea of licking a pussy had grown over time).

My most constant of late was being taken, gangbanged and then coated in cum or having to drink a cum milkshake.

So why tell you all this? Appearances can be deceiving.

While my parents put me on a pedestal I couldn't possibly live up to I rebelled, secretly, by becoming a kinky slut for my boyfriend, now my husband.

That said, at 23 I had only ever been with one guy. That total would greatly increase during one wild night of drinking, a little pot and black cock.

"You're coming tonight, and if I have any say about it you'll be coming all night," Candace proclaimed, in a tone that meant the conversation was over and I was going. Unfortunately I could never say no to her, or to almost anyone, and that weakness would lead to all that followed.

"Fine!" I sighed dramatically. I enjoyed going to parties, I enjoyed drinking, I even enjoyed harmless flirting, but at the last couple of parties the black boys had become more aggressive in their attempts to 'blacken' me... their word... and the longer I went without any, the more tempting it was to make some of my fantasies come true.

Candace added, "It's at the beach, so bring your skimpiest bikini."

"I think I'll wear a one piece," I countered, all my bikinis very sexy and inviting.... Derek loved to show me off as I am quite beautiful with a dynamic figure. Although I'm only 5'2" I have an amazing butt (I do squats every day... when Derek is home often on his cock), nice dark skin, black hair and double D's that look out of place on my thin frame. I often curse their size when I'm at the hospital and on my feet all day, although I love them when I'm on my back, or my knees, or my side, and they're being fondled...

"I'm not taking you anywhere in a granny suit," she said, shaking her head.

"Fine," I agreed, "but just to clarify whatever nasty ideas you have in your head, I'm not fucking anyone."

"Not even me?" she teased with a wicked smile.

I played along, "If you have a ten-inch black strap-on I'll consider it."

"Oh there'll be lots of real ten-inch black cocks to choose from," she countered wickedly.

"You are not good for my marriage," I said, shaking my head at her one-track mind.

"You shouldn't have married in the first place, your marriage is not good for you!" she shrugged as she looked at her phone. She added, "We have an hour."

"I need to shower," I said.

"We'll both shower and shave that fuck box if you've been neglecting it," she said, knowing me too well.

I shot back, in a very flirty mindset, "Do you only eat cunt when it's shaved?"

"And black," she shot back.

"They're all pink on the inside," I pointed out.

She shrugged, always able to shock me by saying things she shouldn't, "What can I say? I only suck, fuck or eat nigger cock and cunt."

"Candace!" I gasped at the 'N' word although the truth was that it was a word that really turned me on when I watched porn, read erotica or when Derek and I role played.

"Stop being a prude," she said. "We both know deep down you're dying to be a submissive slut for a bigger, nigger cock."

I sighed. When we were drunk one night I'd admitted all my fantasies to her, including my obsessive fascination with black cock and being dominated. Ever since, she'd used it against me.

"Now hurry up," she said. "Regardless of what you will or won't do, I'm going through big black cock withdrawal and I need one of them to make a large deposit."

"You're so bad," I said, shaking my head at her openness and also a bit jealous since she went ahead and lived out the things I just fantasized about.

That said, fantasy and reality are two very different things... until, of course, they become the same thing.

That night we drank and I even did a little pot and was feeling really good when Candace spun me around and kissed me right in front of the bonfire and in front of ten people including six guys... all but one of those black, and four girls... three whom were white.

My eyes went big as I felt her soft lips on mine.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

Maybe it was the pot.

Maybe it was the long intimacy withdrawal.

Maybe it was her soft lips, so much softer than Derek's.

Maybe it was the idea that others were watching.

Likely it was all of the above.

But to my surprise, I kissed her back.

"Now that's how we get this party started," a guy said.

And before I knew it, Candace was pulled away and another white girl, Emily I think was her name, was kissing me.

I kissed her back, the sensuality of the kiss sending tingles throughout my body and a little wetness even leaked into my skimpy bikini bottom. I discovered that kissing a woman was much more intimate than kissing a man.

I'm not sure how long we kissed... maybe a minute... but when she broke it, I was disappointed.

I was also a little shocked to see Candace on her knees sucking a chubby black guy.

Reality hit me as I remembered where I was and that I was married.

Emily took my hand and asked, "Come help me."

"With what?" I asked, even as I followed her to Eric... a big football player who usually hosted these parties and had made it very clear he wanted to be the one to 'blacken' me.

Eric was standing up with a beer in his hand, his cock was already out, and holy fuck was it magnificent!

I gasped as I stopped in my tracks to stare at it.

Derek was six inches and had always been enough for me, but I had an eight inch vibe that filled me better and I'd always wondered how much my petite body could take.

Eric was at least ten inches and fat as fuck!

I could feel myself staring.

I could feel my mouth drooling.

I could feel my panties dampen.

I watched as Emily dropped to her knees and took Eric's cock in her mouth.

Instantly I was jealous. I wanted that big black cock!

"Come join her," Eric ordered me, as I remained paralyzed in awe.

When I didn't move the black girl said, "Maybe she's a dyke and would prefer black cunt."

I turned to her to see a redhead I didn't know between her legs eagerly licking away.

I was overwhelmed with what I was witnessing... suddenly I was a real character in a porn film... in an interracial porn film... where every white woman, or every non-black woman, was here for one purpose... to serve big black cock and juicy black cunt.

I had watched lots of Dancing Bear European orgies and had many times come hard imagining I was in one... and now I was.

I turned back to see Candace now getting fucked from behind as she looked directly at me. The guy fucking her was overweight and not really good looking, unlike Eric, but Candace didn't seem to care; her focus was on the package between his legs which I just assumed was impressive... although I couldn't imagine it being as impressive as Eric's weapon, his impressive masculinity only enhancing the perfect physical package he was.

Fuck, was I horny!

Fuck, did I need to get laid!

Fuck, did I want that cock in my mouth and in my cunt!

Fuck, did I wish Derek was here to save me from the temptation surrounding me from all directions.

Candace moaned, as she got fucked so hard I could hear their bodies slamming into each other, "Go ahead, Mel. You know you want to!"

"But I can't cheat on Derek," I defended, even as I enviously watched Emily bobbing on the cock I craved... on the exact black cock I had fantasized about for years.

Eric sensed my vulnerability so he pulled out of Emily's mouth and stepped over to me. Without a word he put both hands on my shoulders and effortlessly guided me to the sand.

I'd like to say I resisted... at least mentally... physically he could have controlled me as he wished... but I didn't.

I allowed myself to be guided down to the most submissive position a girl can find herself in... or a that a guy can, from some of the sissy porn I'd watched in astonishment on tumblr.

I didn't protest.

I didn't say a word.

I just stared at his cock... it was the Picasso of cocks.

His big black cock.

His irresistible big black cock.

It was swaying slightly, as if it were trying to hypnotize me.

So when Eric grabbed my head and guided it to his cock I instinctively opened my mouth: fantasy becoming reality... my desire to suck, to obey, overriding the marriage obligations of the ring still on my finger for all to see.

"Yes!" Candace gasped enthusiastically from behind me in celebration of my joining her as a white slut for black cock.

Yet I was no longer thinking of Candace, or that I was married, or even where I was; my world had shrunk to only the big, hard, mouth-stretching, black cock now in my mouth.

When he didn't start face fucking me, like Derek often did for the first load of a lengthy fuck session, I began sucking.

"There ya go," Eric chuckled, "was that so hard?"

Wanting to defend my giving in, I took it out of my mouth and stroked it as I crooned in an almost hypnotic, horny, state, "It's just so majestic, so fucking big!"

"Bigger than your Army hubby?" he asked.

"Way bigger," I admitted, selling my soldier out without hesitation, as I took it back into my mouth. I was completely fascinated with and obsessed by the big, warm, black cock throbbing in my mouth and instead of feeling guilt over my infidelity my first thought was to wonder if I could coax Eric and Derek into a threesome.

"I figured," he said, as he ordered, "Candace, let's see your friend's titties."

"My pleasure," Candace purred, as I felt hands pulling on the strings of my bikini top.

I couldn't believe how good it felt to suck this thick, fat cock.

I couldn't believe I was allowing my best friend to undress me in front of black strangers.

I couldn't believe I was already wondering what this cock would feel like in my cunt.

"Nice titties," Eric approved, as I was suddenly topless, even as I kept bobbing, wondering if it was even remotely possible to get his ten inches down my throat.

"Spectacular," Candace purred, as she now tugged on the strings of my bikini bottom.

"Not as big as yours, but pretty nice," Eric approved, as he pulled me up and surprised me by kissing me.

Somehow this seemed more like cheating then sucking his cock... as absurd as that sounds. His tongue went into my mouth as one hand grabbed my naked ass and another cupped my bare tit.

I should have pushed away, but I was completely at the whim of this strong BBC: my inner slut was completely turned on and I was now just a bimbo for pleasure.

When he broke the kiss, he asked, looking into my eyes, "Want to get fucked?"

"Yes," I answered without hesitation.

"Bend over the chair," he ordered.

I couldn't move fast enough. I moved to a beach chair, put my hands on the seat area for balance and showcased my bent over white ass.

"Shit, she is as submissive as you said she'd be," Eric said, with an amused chuckle.