It started simple enough. Lisa and I had been together three years, and our sex life was getting stale. She was cute, tight little body, always down for whatever, but I kept pushing for more. One night after too many drinks I showed her some porn with big black cocks stretching white girls out. She laughed at first, then got quiet. Her cheeks flushed. Two weeks later she was on her knees in our living room with a thick black dick down her throat.
His name was Marcus. We met him on a site I found. He showed up at the door, tall, muscular, dark skin, and the bulge in his jeans was obvious. Lisa wore a short dress, no panties like I told her. She opened the door and her eyes went straight to his crotch. "Fuck," she whispered.
Marcus didn't waste time. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her in for a kiss, then pushed her down. "Suck it, slut," he said. She unzipped him and that fat black cock flopped out, already half hard and bigger than mine on soft. Lisa moaned like she was starving. She wrapped both hands around it and started licking the head, sloppy wet sounds filling the room. Spit ran down her chin onto her dress.
I sat on the couch stroking my dick while she worked him. She couldn't get more than half in at first, but she tried hard, gagging and choking, tears in her eyes. Marcus held her head and fucked her face, balls slapping her chin. "That's it, white girl. Take that black dick." Lisa's pussy was dripping down her thighs. She reached between her legs and fingered herself while she sucked.
When he was rock hard and shiny with spit, he bent her over the arm of the couch. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, teasing. "Beg for it," he said. Lisa looked back at me, eyes glassy. "Please, baby, let him fuck me. I need it." I nodded. Marcus slammed in balls deep in one thrust. Lisa screamed, a mix of pain and pure lust. Her pussy stretched wide around that thick black shaft. He pounded her hard, the couch shaking, her tits bouncing out of the dress.
She came fast, shaking and babbling. "Oh god, it's so big, fuck me, ruin my pussy." Marcus didn't slow down. He flipped her onto her back, legs over his shoulders, and drilled her deep. Every thrust made wet squelching noises. Her juices coated his cock and balls. She kept cumming, one after another, until she was a sweaty mess.
After he filled her pussy with a huge load, cum leaking out around his cock, she looked at me different. Hungry. "More," she said. We started meeting Marcus every weekend. Then she wanted two guys. Then three. She stopped wearing panties out, always ready. Her phone was full of dick pics from black guys she'd met. She'd come home from "work" with her makeup smeared and cum in her hair.
One night she brought home a guy named Tyrone, even bigger than Marcus. She stripped in the hallway and dropped to her knees right there. "Watch me," she told me. Tyrone fed her his cock while she looked me in the eyes. "I'm your black cock slut now," she said between sucks. "This is what I need." He bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her ass while she fingered her cum-filled pussy. She screamed loud enough for the neighbors.
It became normal. Lisa would text me videos of her getting gangbanged, five or six black cocks using every hole. She'd come home sore, stretched, leaking, and climb on my face so I could clean her up. "Taste what they did to your girlfriend," she'd moan while grinding on my tongue.
She stopped fucking me almost completely. When she did, it was only after she'd been used, her pussy loose and sloppy. She'd ride me slow and tell me how much better black cock felt. How she was addicted. How she wanted to get knocked up by one of them. The idea made her cum harder than anything.
Months later she was unrecognizable in the best way. She dressed like a slut every day, short skirts, no bra, always ready. Her body changed too, from all the fucking, curvier, more confident. She had a regular crew of black guys who used her whenever they wanted. Sometimes she'd disappear for a whole weekend and come back barely able to walk, covered in hickeys and dried cum.
The last time she brought three guys home at once. They took turns on her for hours while I watched. She was on all fours, one cock in her mouth, one in her pussy, one in her ass, switching every few minutes. She kept saying the same thing over and over: "I'm a black cock slut. I'm a black cock slut." When they finished she was a wreck, cum pouring out of her, but she smiled at me with that satisfied, filthy look.
She crawled over, kissed me deep, and whispered, "This is who I am now. You made me this way." Then she sucked my cock until I came, swallowing every drop like it was nothing compared to what she really craved.
That's how it ended up. Lisa didn't hide it anymore. She embraced it completely. Every night she was either out getting used or bringing it home so I could watch her turn into exactly what the title says. And she loved every second of it.
