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His name was Paul Baxter, and I first heard about him from my father. That was two years ago, and Dad was 46 then and I was only 22. I had just married my high school sweetheart Cheri, who was also 22 then. We had been sweethearts since first meeting at a ninth grade Freshman Valentine's Day Dance and had been going steady since then. We waited until we were both somewhat financially secure to be married, and at 22 we had both worked hard and saved what we considered to be enough money to start a future together as husband and wife. It was only about a month after my winsome and alluring wife Cheri and I had returned from a week long honeymoon in Florida that my dad told me about Paul Baxter.

Dad telephoned me one evening and asked me to meet him for lunch near his office the following day, stating he had something important to discuss with me privately. I had no idea what it might be and Dad did not seem to want to elaborate, or even give me any hints, on the telephone, so I merely waited until the next day to discover what he wished to discuss. I was shocked beyond belief when he finished telling me his tale. I never attempted to interrupt him, even though I had a number of questions, but simply waited until he was done talking. What he had told me had my mind reeling with a mixture of amazement, shock, disbelief and lust. I was somewhat perplexed, also a bit of ashamed, at the latter emotion, but could not help the feeling, and my cock was hard as it had ever been in my pants. I was thankful there was a tabletop hiding the bulge in my trousers. What Dad had told me had really aroused me highly. He said it all started some months ago when he was surfing the Internet and stumbled onto a sex chat room.

There was man in that chat room who called himself "The Slut Maker" and claimed he possessed the abilities to turn almost any woman of any age, married or single, into a submissive slut. Dad said he was intrigued by what the man was saying, and his claims of past success. Dad joined in the conversation and soon he and "The Slut Maker" adjourned to a private chat room where Dad learned still more details. The man finally told Dad that his real name was Paul Baxter and that he was a 40-year-old divorced black man. It turned out that he also lived nearby, in a town only 40 miles away from our town. He and Dad began exchanging emails at length and shortly after that Mr. Baxter began pressing Dad for nude photographs of my mom, which Dad did not have. But Dad did scan some regular photos of Mom and sent them off to this black man as attachments with his next few emails. The man responded by telling Dad he liked what he saw of Mom and told Dad bluntly he would definitely like to turn her into a wanton submissive sex slut. The man also attached a few totally naked shots of himself and encouraged Dad to show them to Mom to see if she'd be interested in meeting him.

Dad said Paul is a very good looking, well-built black man, and looks a lot like the basketball star Michael Jordan, except about 7 or so inches shorter in height. He said Paul's head is even bald, just like Jordan's is. At 43, my mom is still a highly attractive woman, with flowing brown hair half way down her back, a very pretty face, good slim figure, and legs and tits that would turn on any guy, regardless of his age. She also has a heavenly ass and looks a lot younger than 43. I could, of course, readily understand why this Paul Baxter was interested in her. Dad said too, that many of Paul's lengthy emails consisted of explicit sexual details of just what he and some of friends would like to do to Mom, and he also boasted openly about his other sexual conquests. Dad said Paul's emails were getting to him and that one day when Paul sent him two photo attachments; one depicting a beautiful white woman of about 35 sucking oversized black cock, and another of a younger woman playing with his lemon-sized balls while they shared a soul kiss of passion, Dad knew he had to get this man intimate with Mom.

He said he approached Mom gingerly at first and when she balked at the suggestion of meeting Mr. Baxter, Dad said he "turned up the heat" by showing her the photos "The Slut Maker" had recently sent. He said the photos did the trick and she finally agreed to meet Paul, but would not "do anything sexual" she told my father decisively.

About a week later, Dad said, Paul Baxter came to the house and Dad said he looked even better in person than he did in his pictures. We sat and talked a bit, Dad went on telling me, and had a couple of cocktails apiece, but when Paul made advances towards Mom, Dad stated, she rejected those advances stiffly. Finally, Dad said, Paul had to use force. Paul slapped her around a little, Dad raved on excitedly, and cautioned Dad not to interfere, which Dad related to me he had no intentions of doing, and he just sat in his chair and watched as Mom got slapped about until tears were streaming down her lovely face. He said Paul then took off his trouser belt and threatened to give Mom a good flogging with it if she didn't have herself stripped naked in five minutes time.

Dad said she hesitated only briefly before complying with Paul's order, obviously realizing by then her situation was hopeless. Dad said he watched as Mom shucked off her clothing with trembling hands, the tears still coming from her eyes, until she was standing stark naked and totally in shame before this handsome bold black stranger. Paul then stripped nude too, Dad continued on, and Dad told me with excitement that when he first saw Paul's oversized cock he could not believe its size! Dad said it was not only the biggest prick he had ever seen, finding out later that it was eleven inches in length, but also that it was the thickest one he'd ever seen, telling me it was as big around as an old fashioned Coke bottle! Dad said Paul then ordered Mom to her knees and instructed her in no uncertain terms to open her mouth as wide as possible.

He then shoved his donkey-sized ebony fuck tool into Mom's mouth, almost gagging her, Dad laughed, and told her to suck it and worship it as she sucked. Dad stated candidly to me that the sight of my sexy mother, totally naked, on her knees before this black slut maker, sucking his immense cock while calling my mom a "white bitch cocksucker," a "dirty white whore" and a "wanton slut" caused Dad to experience the most rewarding hard-on he had ever had to that point. He said Mom was still sobbing somewhat, though not as heartily as she had been, by the time Paul erupted his load of fuck see down her throat, warning Mom to devour it in its entirety or "face a good ass beating!"

Dad said proudly that my mother managed to swallow the entire cum offering, even though gagging noticeably throughout it as Paul held the back of her head tightly with his hand to prevent her from even trying to move away. Dad said Paul then pulled out, wiped his spent cock head across Mom's face, then smiled. He then ordered Mom to rise and pulled her titty nipples roughly, Dad said, until she yelped in pain. The, Dad went on, he lifted Mom up and told her to direct him to the bedroom. He told Dad he would have to sleep elsewhere that night as he wanted to break Mom in properly.

Dad spent the night in the guest room, he informed me, right next to his and Mom's bedroom, and managed little sleep. He said the sounds of The Slut Maker fucking Mom all night long kept him awake and he said he jerked off three times listening to Mom and Paul moaning, panting, gasping and sighing. He said Paul called for him about 10 a.m. the next morning, a Saturday, and told Dad to come into the bedroom. He had just finished fucking Mom, Dad stated, and told Dad to go down on her and "clean her up."

"You can not imagine the thrill I got, Son," Dad elaborated, "eating this black man's sperm from your mother's well-fucked cunt. It's the greatest feeling in the world," he added with a big smile, "except maybe seeing the woman you love and adore getting fucked by another man's prick."

Dad said that The Slut Maker had indeed lived up to his billing and had successfully turned my beautiful mother into a submissive sex slut, and rapidly too. Dad told me that Paul had spent the entire weekend at the house, fucking Mom more times than he could now recall, and by the time Paul left late Sunday evening, she was definitely a slut and definitely hooked on black cock meat.

"I haven't fucked her since," Dad confided to me, "but I don't mind. She has a craving now, Son, for only black men and Paul made her that way. Paul sees to it she is black-sexed at least twice a week now, and he has several black studs that she sucks off and fucks who are friends of his. They call her up and sometimes sex her up at the house, and on occasion will let me watch and then let me clean her with my mouth afterwards, which I have come to learn over these past months is a real honor and privilege. Sometimes they take her out to black bars or restaurants, and she always comes home full of cum which I suck out for her while she tells me the details of her night with her black stud lovers. She's even eaten black pussy now a few times and says she likes it a lot, especially if she's getting a big black dick up her cunt or asshole at the same time."

Dad went on to point out that Paul occasionally has her sexually service a wealthy black couple who pay him to use Mom as their slut for a night or even a weekend. Dad said he very much likes the idea of Paul pimping my mother out like a cheap whore, and wishes he would do it more often, he added with excitement dancing in his eyes.

I then inquired of my father just why he had decided to tell me about all of this, and why now?

"Two reasons actually, Son," he said. "One is, I and your now slutty mother thought it would be exciting for you to know what she has become. In fact, your mother wants you to watch her get blacksexed, she says, this coming Saturday night. Paul Baxter is coming over and bringing along two black studs with him to sex up your mother. She and I both want you to watch her get it from these black men, and we'd like you to bring Cheri along too."

"Cheri??!" I said in astonishment. "But why, Dad?"

"That's the second reason," he began to explain. "You see, Son, Paul saw the photos of your wedding that we just got back and he's very interested in meeting your new bride. Quite frankly, my boy, he likes her looks and wants very much to turn her into a slut slave."

I was in shock again. I didn't know for sure how I felt about that, but my cock did! It began to leak pre-cum at the thought of my cute and perky 22-year-old wife being turned into a white fuck slut for black cock meat.

"Well?" Dad asked finally, as I pondered the idea.

"Okay," I said at last. "We'll come over Friday night, but I'm not going to tell Cheri anything about what you've told me, Dad. I'm just going to say you and Mom invited us over for drinks or something, okay?"

"Fine, Son," he grinned. "Don't worry. I'm sure Paul will handle it all nicely. You won't regret it, my boy, I guarantee you. There's really nothing like having a woman you love become a slut who craves black cock, believe me!"

I nodded. The idea did arouse me greatly, I had to admit to myself. Dad then showed me a bunch of Polaroid photos, all of Mom having sex with black men. My cock leaked still more pre-cum as I viewed the snapshots of my own sexy mother wantonly sucking big hard black pricks, taking black cocks up her lovely asshole and deep in her hairy pussy too. There was even one or two shots of Mom being double fucked with one large ebony prick up her cunt and another deep up her ass simultaneously.

"God, yes!" I confessed. "Mom looks fabulous in them" I told him honestly.

Dad smiled proudly.

"I think she wants you to eat her out, Son," he told me confidentially. "We'll see what happens Friday night. Would you like sucking out your Mom's slutty cunt, Son?" he asked me. "Especially if it was filled with a black man's cum juice?"

I nodded that I would indeed, and my face flushed when I nodded. Dad just smiled. "I though you would," he said.

Well, that Friday night turned out to be more than I could have hoped for. My otherwise shy and sheltered wife had to be slapped around initially by Paul, just as Dad had told me Mom had months before, but she finally submitted, just like Mom, and stripped naked and sucked Paul's huge black shaft while I watched breathlessly and with the best hard-on I'd ever had. After she'd sucked off Paul and swallowed his load of fuck seed, she was laid out next to Mom and the two guys, both black as coal and muscular, mounted Cheri and my mother and fucked them vigorously while Dad and I jerked off gleefully.

Paul had Dad lap up my young wife's freshly fucked snatch while he had me do the same to Mom. It was a thrill beyond compared to be licking cum from my own sexy mother's pussy and I knew I wanted to do it again and again. I even got to tongue out her sweet asshole later that night after Paul fucked Mom's ass until she screamed from the combined pain and ecstasy he brought her. Cheri got her cute virgin asshole broken in that night too and Dad got the honor of sucking the cum from it as I watched in utter fascination.

As I said, all this began two years ago. Since then Mom and Cheri were pimped out numerous times by Paul and well-fucked on a regular basis too by Paul and many of his black well-hung buddies. I never fucked Cheri after that Friday night two years ago, her preference since that night, just like my mother's, was solely for black cocks from that point on.

Cheri got pregnant sixteen months ago and gave birth nine months later to a black baby girl. Paul sold the baby to a couple in Baltimore and pocketed the cash, of course. We were not sure if Paul was the father or if it was one of the other numerous black studs Cheri had been fucked so well by.

About two months ago Paul sent my Mom and my wife to Africa to sexually entertain some very prominent black politicians there. They were to stay two weeks. Well, Mom came back, stating to me and Dad that she had a wonderful time. She told me at the airport when Dad and I met her plane that Cheri would not be coming home. Not ever. Mom explained that one of the wealthy politician's there, an older black man with a huge prick, wanted to purchase my wife and that Paul could not resist the price the man had offered him -- $75,000 U.S. Dollars -- so he sold Cheri to him. "It was just one of those things," my Mom explained to me with a shrug, adding that I should probably begin looking for a new wife. I nodded, though sadly, but let Mom know I understood. She added that Cheri was happy being sold and that she had really fallen hard for the older African man and thought he had fucked her deliriously well while there.

Paul came over the next night and confirmed what Mom had told me at the airport. He said he was sorry he had to sell my wife but said the money was just too great to pass up. I let him know that I understood and that I held no ill feelings towards him. He then suggested that I place an ad on the Internet and try to find a new wife.

"Try to get one I can use as a slut," he told me before leaving.

I told him I would try to do so. I placed my ad and got about 8 or 9 replies. The one I am really keen on though is a lovely British lady, a 25-year-old, very pretty divorcee with a gorgeous 7-year-old daughter. I'm sending her and her cute daughter tickets to fly over next week to meet me. I hope it all goes well. I also hope Paul likes her, and maybe her daughter too! I'll let you know how it turns out, okay?