Two Saturdays ago, I was at the Imperial Club hunting. I’m a black bull looking for white married couples who are interested in fulfilling their nastiest fantasies. For most white couples, that’s the husband being cuckolded by a black man. Usually, they’re looking for someone dark enough, black enough to stimulate their black is dangerous fears.

I'm big enough and black enough, but with an educated demeanor that appeals to the wife.

The Imperial Club is my normal hunting ground. There are enough single black men for some choice, and enough white couples not to stand out.

I try to have three to four couples on tap for sex. I have a good job that gives me enough money to dress well and to have a suitable car. It’s a lifestyle I enjoy, but I was down to only one other couple, and I was eager to add more variety.

I was sitting at the bar watching people dance when I noticed a good-looking white couple dancing, but looking around. They looked like prospects, so I watched them, waiting for them to sit at the bar or a table before introducing myself. She was perfect—slender, but still had the curves I like. Tits big enough to have a good handful when I’m fucking her. And in addition, she looked so innocent. I love introducing innocent white wives to the interracial hot wife culture. It’s an enormous shock for her, teaching them to be hot wives, fucking other men, and at the same time, introducing them to black cocks, being blacked.

Her husband looked like an expensive lawyer, with just a hint of the arrogance I love to cuckold. I love taking their wives in front of them and watching as they see my cock finally slipping inside their vaginas. Ha, their vaginas; when I’m through with them, they're cunts.

Looking around, I saw three other professional bulls hunting: Jerome, Imani, and a recent addition here, called Kymar. By professional bulls, I don’t mean they make money that way; it’s just that we all like to keep a few white couples around that we’re fucking.

I saw them head for a table, and I moved in. I saw the three other bulls turn away as I greeted them. One thing about The Imperial Club is that there's a tacit agreement about no poaching. That doesn't mean you can leave them alone; if you leave them, they're fair game again.

“Hey, are you new here? I’m the official greeter here.” I grinned and added, “Well, not the official greeter, more like a semi-official greeter. Are you local or just visiting?”

The husband answered, “I’m Lane, and this is Gianna, my wife. We’re from East Sac. So, we’re local.”

“This is a nice place. There are lots of couples and singles around. Um, are you looking…”

I hesitated, then finished, “Someone, um, black to add excitement to your sex life?”

He looked at Gianna and said, “Maybe, maybe. Wouldn’t you say, Gianna? Maybe.”

I remember thinking, Okay, this is a potential couple for me. Now to decide how to proceed. Tentative or blunt? Softly or blatantly sexual?

“You’re looking for a third person to make love to your wife, right? No, don’t be embarrassed. There are at least three other couples here on the same mission.”

Lane made a noise and looked at Gianna before looking at me. Hesitantly, he said, “Kind of, maybe. I suppose if we see the right person here. Um, we’ve never done this before.” He looked away from me and Gianna.

“Like I said, don’t be embarrassed if you’re looking for a black someone, for Gianna. I’m being blunt, but you need to know the answer before making a decision. Are you looking for someone to make love to her, or fuck her?” I looked at Gianna, “You need to decide which it is, Gianna. He’s going to be fucking you. Lane is only watching, or maybe not even that.”

I took her hand and kissed it. “Not to be crude, but when you’ve invited him over, that’s too late to decide.”

I waited for the silence to get on their nerves. Gianna broke first, “Um, looking for a black guy, um, like you, to fuck me, screw me. When we’re through, I want to know, to feel like I’ve been taken. HARD.” She looked over at Lane and stared at him. 

“That’s what I want. Antonio, is that right?”

“Ah, no, it’s Arturio. I love giving white women like you a hard fuck. Sometimes it’s too much for their husbands to take.” I looked at Lane. “But you'll know you've been fucked, when we’re through. The thing is, I’m not looking for a one-off. I want to own my white women, for a while at least. I get to fuck them when I want to, and anyway I want to. Yes, it's white women, and I'm her black bull. That's what makes it so exciting for everyone involved. Her husband ends up being cucked by a black man. He'll be our cuckold. Not our equal.” I glanced at Lane, and he didn’t say anything.

Whether or not it's successful, and I get to fuck his wife, I enjoy rubbing the husband's nose in what I’m offering.

I looked at Lane. “You’ve been doing the talking so far, but you’re not the boss. She and I are. Now my first question is, Gianna, shall we go home and fuck tonight? It’s Gianna’s decision, not yours, Lane.”

I'd decided on blunt and sexual, and I didn't realize it until after I'd started talking. First, I have to suss out the primary driver in the marriage, and then decide if a romantic or blatant sexual approach is going to be more successful. Well, as you start...

She looked at me, and I knew I was over the first hurdle. Gianna was interested. I’d passed Gianna’s inspection. I was black enough; I looked dangerous enough to her.

A woman who is thinking about giving herself to me is a beautiful sight. I pictured her bare breasts thrusting erotically from her body. Waiting to receive kisses and my hands in worship, 

Her vagina, protected by her natural hair, waited to turn into my cunt with the rapacious invasion by my cock. 

Now I had to make her interest, her willingness to submit, to force Lane’s. I stood and took her hands. “Gianna, you’re coming with me; Lane can take your car.” She was trembling, and I was afraid I’d stepped too fast and too hard on Lane. She was worried he’d object, so I forced the issue with him. 

“So you’re here at the Imperial Club, Lane. So, are you coming with us to your house and watch? Stay, or go elsewhere?”

I turned my attention to Gianna. “It’s actually your choice, Gianna, not Lane's. It can liberate you, knowing that he can’t see what you’re like, being fucked without him.”

They looked at each other until Gianna told Lane, “Meet us at home, Lane. I want you to watch it.

When we got in the car, I turned and kissed her. “I can tell this is what you want, but he’s expecting a polite person to cuckold him. That’s not what you want; you said so. That’s not what he’s going to get either. Not with me.”

“God, Arturio, Jesus, you’re in charge.”

“No, it has to be us in charge. You and me. He’s going to be a cuckold, and he’ll fight. I’m sure he thinks he can get around me, through you. We have to be firm with him.”

“You’ve told me what you want, right? That’s not what Lane wants. I want to give you what you want. If I’m not what you want, pick someone else. It’s up to you.”

I waited and waited until Gianna had to break the silence. “You’re right; one of us has to decide. Lane or I have to decide.” She hesitated and took a deep breath. “God, I want to be the one to decide. We’re going home for the first time… Arturio, I want your cock. You’re right.”

“I love giving white women with ‘nice’ husbands what they’re missing. They can't seem to resist the temptation. And then, we’re on our second question. What do we do with Lane?”

“Lane? What do you mean?”

“It can almost always break a white husband to let me fuck their wife.” I laughed and looked at her seriously. “It’s almost comical watching the new cuckold trying to justify watching me fuck their wives. You’ll see it with Lane if we let him watch.”

She started to react, but I interrupted, “If you can control Lane, I can get him to undress you for me. Even better is when he puts my cock in your, ah, vagina. Watching his expression while he’s deciding is fabulous. 

“So, what I mean is, how difficult will he be to control if he’s in the room with us? Will he obey you? Yes or no?”

This is where I sometimes lose the quarry. The wife chickens out here. If she doesn’t, I own her. I can do anything I want, and she’ll accept it.

What I’m doing is mentally turning her husband into her cuck. If she lets me humiliate him like this, expose him as my ineffectual submissive, it's over. This is the second hurdle. This is permanent as far as I can tell. If I make him submit to me like this, he'll submit to his wife any time she wants him to.

She was sitting next to me, fidgeting. I took her sweater off and removed her bra while still sitting in the parking lot. 

“Gianna, we’re going to break your husband and make him your cuckold. We’ll make him decide to accept whatever we want. He'll submit to us, and anyone you want him to. If I go in, neither of you will be the same when I leave. He’ll be your cuckold, and you’ll be, well, his Mistress.” 

I took her breasts and kissed them, ending by sucking them hard enough to leave conspicuous marks. 

“Now get dressed again; I’m going to make him undress you for me.”

She was trembling as she slipped her bra back on and then her sweater. 

As I drove up to their house, I kissed her again. “Gianna, Lane wants this. He’s going to resist, but he wants to be your cuckold, submit to you. If you don’t stand strong, he can’t submit the way he needs to.”

I pulled onto the drive, got out to open her door, and helped her stand. She stood there looking me over. “Arturio, you’re perfect for my first lover. I want what I said. Fuck me, don’t make love to me. I want to see Lane submitting.”

“When we get in, Gianna, you need to tell Lane he can’t interfere, no matter what I’m doing, what we’re doing. If he does, he’s kicked out. If it’s bad enough, he has to go sleep in a motel and call before he comes home. Tell him.”

She nodded with a small smile.

We’ll see if I've gotten over the last hurdle. This is my favorite part of this, turning a white husband into my cuckold. God, sometimes it seems they're lining up to give me their wife’s cunt to fuck. It’s a nasty job, but someone has to do it, I guess.

We went in, and Lane was there already, standing at the sink, with a glass of water.

I squared myself. “Lane, Gianna has something to say. Listen to it because I’ll be enforcing it.”

“Arturio and I talked before we got here, um, Lane. The primary rule for you is that you can’t interfere with anything he does. Nothing. Even if you think he’s hurting me, Lane, I’m permitting him to hurt me. I expect him to hurt me. If he’s doing something you think is degrading, accept it or leave.”

She stared him down and added, “I’ve given him permission to do anything—everything, to me. Arturio’s got something he’s going to say, and what he wants, I want. So do it!”

I could see him deflate as she finished. He was shrinking in front of us. “Your job here is as her cuckold. That means you undress her for me. Then you physically hand her to me. We’ll go onto your bed and play, and when I’m ready to finish turning you into a cuckold, you put my cock in her cunt. Her cunt.”

I looked at Lane again and saw his cock against his stomach, hard and stiff.

“Lead me to your bed now, Lane. It’s time we got started, don’t you think?”

Gianna started to lead me, but I stopped her with a hand motion and waited. He was looking at me, frozen. I said the word, “LANE?”

I saw him trembling, but he stepped forward and led us through the house and opened the door into the master bedroom, and stopped.

I walked in and stood next to their king-size bed. His trembling was worse, and his face was sweaty, but after hesitating, he tremulously walked up to Gianna and said, “You’re sure, Gianna? This is what you want?” 

She nodded and said, “Lane, I need this. Yes, I want you to give me to Arturio. Lane, undress me for him.” She shivered before adding. “Undress me for him and then, God, undress Arturio for me. I haven't seen his cock yet, and I want to.”

She stepped up and hugged and kissed him, “Lane, I… please undress too. I want to watch your cock when he finally cuckolds you, cucks you. This is what we wanted, what you wanted, and Arturio is giving it to us. You're submitting to Arturio from now on.”

I was thinking. Will he do what Gianna asked? This is even more demeaning than I expected. My cock is getting even bigger than before, more swollen than before. 

I saw his face crumple in tears before he closed his eyes, trying to get control. When he opened them, he was stoic, walking towards her, and started undressing her. 

First her sweater, and then her bra, exposing her tits; he stared at the marks I'd put on her breasts, her tits. He stepped back to look at her. He unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She was standing between us in just her panties. 

She’s beautiful standing there with just her pussy hidden. I wet my lips, looking at her. Waiting for the complete view.

He hesitated, then reached for the elastic on her panties, slid them down, and said, “God, you're so beautiful there, waiting for Arturio.” Lane paused, then added, “You are, aren't you, waiting for Arturio… for Arturio to fuck you.”

He turned to me. “She wants me to show her…” His face contorted, and he said, “She wants me to show her your cock. God, your cock that is going to fuck her.”

He turned to me and undressed me, only hesitating when he removed my boxers, and exposed my hard, stiff cock to her. 

I heard her gasp when it came into view. It was leaking pre-cum. I'm shaved around my cock, and that made it more impressive.

When he undressed himself, his cock was hard, not embarrassingly small, but still two sizes smaller than mine.

He straightened and took Gianna’s hand, leading her to me. “Arturio, I’m releasing her from her vow to be faithful; I’m giving her to you to fuck, screw, do anything, like she wants.”

I took her hand and kissed the palm. “Gianna, Lane is giving you to me. Is that what you want? Lane will become your cuckold, your cuck, from now on.” 

I waited for Gianna to answer. The ultimate answer that gave me access to her. My black cock admission to her cunt. 

A yes answer couldn't be altered; I could tell she knew. She hesitated for several moments, and then said, “Yes, Arturio, I want you as my first lover. Please.”

She looked at Lane, and then at me, shifting her gaze to my cock. “Lane, I need Arturio’s cock. I need his cum. As my lover, he has special…as my lover, I want him every way I can have him.”

I glanced at Lane, and I saw he was tearing, but I took her tits in my mouth and sucked on them one by one, leaving more marks. Hurting her. I heard her gasp in pain.

I put her onto her stomach on their bed, with her ass raised, and I started spanking her. I was looking for that sweet spot where it hurt enough to cry, but not enough to turn her off. When she started to cry, I saw Lane start to protest, and I just stared at him. Making him back down. When she screamed, “Don’t wait, your cock, Arturio, now! I want you to cuck him now. I need it now.”

I shifted, positioning myself over her so my penis touched her vulva. I said, “Lane?” Then he moved and guided my cock so my penis entered her. When I felt her cunt surround my cock. I murmured so they both could hear, “That's so good. When I cum, he’ll be our cuckold.”

She laughed and replied, “That’s what he wants. He wants to be cucked by a black guy. He’s told me he wants to watch me being taken; he wants to see me submit to a dominant n… um, black guy. I want to see him submit to you.”

Someone has used the ’N’ word. Is it him or her?

I pounded her until she was gasping, and I felt my climax starting when she started spasming under me.

I finished and collapsed onto her. I looked at Lane and I saw that he’d cum too, and his cock was still spurting small amounts of cum.

“You came too, Lane. Well, you’re spending the rest of my first time cucking you in that corner on the chair. You’re our cuck, and you’re permitted to watch only when we want you to.”

Gianna took a deep breath and smiled at me before saying, “I want you to see what I let Arturio do to me now. But I'll submit to anything.”

Lane took his clothes and, without looking at me, sat on the chair in the corner.

I took a warm washcloth and cleaned her cunt. As I’m washing it, I’m whispering to her, “Look at Lane, He's already cum once.”

I then say in a more normal tone, “There. I’ve washed your cunt.”

She made a noise in protest, but I overrode her, “It’s a cunt now. When I come in it, it’s a cunt. Say it, say it, cunt, it’s my cunt.” I waited and said again, “Say it, cunt.”

She sputtered a bit and then said, “God, Arturio, it’s my cunt. No, it’s your cunt. When I felt your cock, Arturio, forcing its way inside my cunt, it felt so different from Lane’s.”

She squirmed and moaned, “It was wonderful, Arturio.”

************GIANNA************

Arturio came back to the bed with a grin, “That was easy, Gianna. Often, the husband isn’t that accommodating. He’s sitting comfortably in that chair. He’ll stay there and just watch us. Now, you’ll do anything I tell you, won’t you?”

“Almost.”

He took my head and kissed me before saying, “I love face fucking.” His voice got louder as he added, “Lane, has he ever fucked your mouth, fucked it?”

“No, I haven’t; he never asked me to.”

“Louder, so Lane can hear you.”

I hesitated and said, “You want to cum in my mouth?”

“No, that’s different from face fucking, Gianna. What I’m talking about is very different. Rougher, and I’m in control. I’m fucking your face, and then cum in your mouth, and on your face.”

I heard my voice saying louder, “Yes, God yes, on my face, on my tits. I’d love to feel that happen. Your cum on my face and in my mouth. God, Lane’s never even asked about that. It sounds wonderful.”

Arturio moved so he could force his cock in my mouth and said, “Take it. All the way, and enjoy it.”

I bent over and took his cock, and I could still taste his come on it together with my juices.

That’s when I think I hear Lane. I pulled away, but Arturio said, “He's still there, Gianna; he's still submitting.”

I continued sucking his cock until he started taking charge. He held my head while he was moving his cock, fucking my mouth; I wasn’t sucking; Arturio was fucking me. I felt it through my whole body; I was submitting to Arturio. It felt different, better in some ways. This is what I’d been missing and didn’t know. Lane never made me submit like this. Ever. And sometimes I needed it. Submission, letting my lover decide what he wanted, and I can accept it with no guilt.

When I felt Arturo’s cock twitch, I knew what to expect. There was an instant of tasting his cum, and then he pulled out, and his cum landed on my face.

At that instant, I suddenly felt bliss settle over me. Even as it happened, I knew the bliss would be short-lived, but I knew I’d want it again. 

Poor Lane. He never tried to control me, and now he’d lost his chance. Arturio said he'd break him, and he had. He made him submit to Arturio and me, and he's my cuck now, and I control him.