My Wife Gets Blacked On The Putanic

My wife and I have been married for 7 years. I’m still madly in love with her. Sure, we have our issues. But nothing normal couples don’t go through. I always liked to think that we’d spend the rest of our lives together, growing old.

That’s why I was so pleased when my wife decided to buy us tickets for a cruise ship. It’s not like her. Normally I end up planning all of our vacations. She just sits back and goes along with whatever I choose for us to do. That’s why it was so surprising to see how excited she was for this cruise. She didn’t even tell me much about it. Just that it was a beautiful cruise ship named the Putanic, and that there would be lots of people our age on it. It sounded like a great idea.

When we boarded the ship, everything seemed normal. The captain of the ship greeted us, along with his crew, as we brought our luggage on board. They seemed like a friendly bunch, although they seemed to be a little too friendly with my wife. They were very touchy-feely guys and to be honest if was a little off-putting. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought they were hitting on her right in front of me.

My wife appeared to be correct, in that the rest of the passengers seemed to be about our same age. I noticed a lot of what appeared to be singles though. There were quite a few single black men that seemed to be walking around the ship. I thought that was a little strange.

After we got in our room and got settled, my wife took a quick shower and slipped into a bikini. She said she was going out for a dip in the pool and that I should check out what’s on TV or something. It seemed strange that she instantly wanted to be alone on our first night on the cruise ship, but whatever. They did seem to have quite a movie selection in our room so I thought I might check out the latest Star Wars flick.

2 hours passed, and I got done watching Luke Skywalker die, and my wife was no where to be seen. Seemed like an awful long time to be hanging out by the pool. So I got up and went for a stroll to see if I could find her. As I approached the pool area I began hearing moaning sounds. I laughed as I thought it sounded like someone had porno blaring on their TV and had the volume cranked. Strange, I thought. As I approached the pool the moaning got louder, and then I realized…that was the same sound my wife makes.

My steps quickened and my heart began to race. When I got there I felt a knot form in my stomach. My wife was on all fours surrounded by black 4 black men. One was underneath her with his giant, black penis inside her vagina, another was behind her and appeared to be fucking her in the ass, and two more were in front of her with long brown penises slapping her about the face and entering her mouth. At first I froze and thought I was witnessing my wife being gang-raped, but it didn’t take long till I noticed she was a willing participant. She was taking both big, black dicks in her hands and jacking them off as she alternated between sucking them both. These young, black men were doing a train on my wife right before my eyes and I was helpless to do anything about it. I tried to call out her name, but I could barely force out a whimper.

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When I got over the initial shock I noticed there were other groups of people gathered around the deck having sex. Groups of 4 or 5 people were seen in clusters. Hard cocks glistened under the early evening sun and the smell of wet pussy permeated the air. It was then I realized that we were on some sort of sex cruise ship. It all began to make sense. My wife booking the trip, the name of the ship…”Putanic”. How did I not figure this out before? I wanted to cry. Why did my loving wife of 7 years do this to me?

That’s when a beautiful black woman in a string bikini approached me. She smiled at me and before she said anything she grabbed my cock through my shorts and squeezed me hard. I felt the blood rush to my member as it quickly became engorged with blood.

“You must be one of the new passengers.” The sexy ebony woman said. I noticed she had a Putanic insignia on her bikini. I’m guessing she was one of their employees. Most likely a paid prostitute that was there to please the guests. As I glanced around the deck I noticed many people with Putanic insignias on their clothing. They were all employees of the cruise ship that were there to have sex with the passengers.

At this point I felt defeated and realized the only way I was going to get over it was to partake of what this ship was offering me. Within seconds she had my cock out and had her big, wet lips sliding up and down my rock hard cock. I glanced over at my wife and made eye contact with her just as she was taking a hot load from a black man on her face. She smiled and winked at me, as she continued servicing the group of black men around her, fresh cum dripping off her onto the floor.

That is when I realized she had done this to help reinvigorate our marriage. Things had gotten stale. She did this to bring some excitement back into our lives. We both fucked for hours that first night. I came 4 times and my wife was covered in the sperm of at least a dozen black men when she finally came back to our room. Even after all that, we still managed to make love to each other in our cabin that first night, and it was the best sex we had in years. Now every year we book a cruise on the Putanic. It is what saved our marriage.

The Future Of Asian Artificial Sex Dolls

Mike was on vacation headed to Japan. He hadn’t been there since before the big trade war that contributed to the global collapse of the economy in 2023. Japan had changed a lot over the years. They became the global superpower, overtaking the United States. With their stranglehold on the technology market no other country could compete with them. They had gotten so far ahead of the curve that now all the new innovations were coming from their tech industry. Drones, flying cars, robot assistants…this was all common place in Japan yet considered a luxury everywhere else in the world.

Mike had earned himself a vacation at his job at the steel mill and he didn’t want to waste it sitting around getting drunk with his buddies. So he booked a trip to Japan to see the latest tech he had read about online.

Japan’s biggest company, MEI, had developed new robot AI so sophisticated that it was basically indistinguishable from having a conversation with a real human. Not only that, but they had come up with a new organic-based skin material that was supposed to look exactly like human flesh.

Apparently this technology was already in widespread use in Japan. Mike thought it would be great to meet one of the robots to see if what they said about them was true. He had his doubts.

Once he got settled in to his hotel, he decided to partake of his usual ritual when travelling abroad; call up an escort and have some fun! He liked to fuck an escort on the first night in any foreign country. Especially when he was in an exotic locale like Japan. Something about fucking a local girl always made him feel more at home.

He transferred some credits to the closest escort agency and waited in his hotel room for his “date” to show up.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. Mike opened it and greeted a tiny Asian woman with long black hair and rather large breasts. “This was going to be fun!” Mike thought to himself. “Herro! I’m Tabitha.” The tiny woman said in a broken Japanese accent. You can see lots of Asian hooker videos at prostitutemovies.com.

They sat down on the bed and Mike leaned over to kiss her. He fondled her large breasts and started stripping her clothes off, layer by layer, until he exposed her wet pussy, covered in a hairy, black bush, just like almost all the Japanese women he had fucked in the past.

He went down on her and began licking her soft, wet clit. She tasted so good that Mike’s dick grew rock hard. As he continued licking her, his cock began to throb. He knew he needed penetration and wanted to feel the insides of this sweet young thing.

He stood up and plunged his aching member straight into her gaping, wet hole. He didn’t even ask if she wanted him to use protection. A bit presumptuous on his part he thought, but she didn’t seem to care.

They both moaned in unison as he completed his first thrust inside of her. As he continued pumping, she seemed to get wetter by the second and Mike could see a giant wet spot forming on the bed below them.

Mike thrusted furiously into her tight Asian pussy and he could feel an intense orgasm start to rear its ugly head.

“Ohhhh shiiiit!!!!!” Mike yelled, as he violently squirted his cum deep inside the escort’s tiny hole. He could feel his cum spilling out of her as he continue to thrust his cock inside her cream-pied pussy. She was overflowing with his warm jizz and it was dripping down onto the sheets below.

When the last thrust was done and Mike was exhausted, he finally rolled over onto his back, ready to pass out from sheer exhilaration and pleasure.
“That was very good, sir.” Said Tabitha as she stood up and began to put her clothes back on.

Suddenly Mike noticed something in the small of her back. At first he thought it was a tramp stamp tattoo. Most whores have them. But upon closer inspection he realized it wasn’t a tattoo at all. It was a “Made in Japan” stamp. “Property of MEI Corporation.”

Tabitha walked over to the sink and grabbed some sort of tube-like contraption out of her purse. She connected one end to the tap, and she shoved the other end into her vagina. Suddenly a robot voice came from her direction that said “Beginning sanitation cycle. Please wait 2 minutes.” Her mouth never moved, but the voice clearly came from her direction. The contraption made a whirring sound and he could hear the water flowing through it. It was cleaning up the cummy cream pie that Mike had just shot into her pussy.

That is when he realized he didn’t need to go looking for one of their new life-like robots. He had already found one. And he had fucked it bareback without even knowing. He was flabbergasted.

As Tabitha finished cleaning up her pussy, she looked at Mike and smiled and said “Thanks for fucking me, sir. I hope you enjoyed your visit with synthetic prostitute, Tabitha, Model 2.0, today. Property of MEI Corporation.”

And with that she walked out the door. It looked like everything they said about them was true. This was going to change everything.

The Dominant Psychologist and Her Sexual Desires

I’ve been a practicing psychologist for the last 10 years. Once I started my practice I started to really do well for myself. You could say I’m a very successful woman. I soon began to learn that a strong woman like myself has power over men. Especially men who are vulnerable and at their weakest, looking for someone…anyone to help.

That’s when my sexual desires began to rear their ugly head in my office. The first time it happened, I was seeing a police officer. He came to me in confidence and told me he had a sexual addiction problem, and that he would often force himself onto prostitutes and homeless women, using his authority to convince them to have sexual relations with him. He knew this was wrong and was deeply ashamed. He broke down and wept in my office. I literally had to get him a box of Kleenex because he was dripping tears all over my expensive Italian sofa.

He was quite pathetic. How could this blubbering man have that kind of power over any woman? Deep down I was disgusted by him. I suddenly felt myself growing tired of his incessant complaining and whimpering, scared to death that he was going to go to jail for the things he had done. That’s when I thought he needed to be taught a lesson.

He was still sobbing as I got out of my chair. I was in a short skirt, with black sheer pantyhose and high heels. I looked like a sexy secretary. You can see sexy secretary videos on prostitutemovies.com. I walked slowly over towards him as he continued his sob story, not even bothering to look up at me as he blathered on. That’s when I cocked my hand back and struck him hard in the face. This wasn’t just a simple slap, my hand left an imprint on his cheek that you could instantly see turning red. He was completely shocked and even dazed from the blow as he looked up at me flabbergasted.

As I stood closer to him I thrust my pelvis right into his face and said “You’ve been a naughty boy. Someone needs to teach you a lesson. Now you’re going to have to eat my pussy or I’m going to let your Chief know what you’ve been up to.”

At first I could see an expression of anger form on his face. He wasn’t used to being talked to like that. He definitely wasn’t used to being struck in the face by a woman half his size. He began to lean back in an aggressive manner as though he was going to get up off the couch. That’s when I struck him again. This time on the other side of his face.

“Don’t you know what you’re dealing with here?” I shouted. “You’re going to jail for 20 years. You’re a rapist you son of a bitch! Now are you going to eat that pussy or am I going to make a phone call?”

I didn’t even wait for his response. I hiked up my skirt and pulled my panties down. My pussy was already dripping down my leg. I was so turned on and I didn’t know where this excitement was coming from. I guess it was so many years of listening to people bitch and moan about their miserable lives. I finally had enough.

I violently rammed my vagina into his mouth and began grinding up and down as I clutched the back of his head and forced his face into me tightly. At first I could feel him try to pull away, but then he relaxed and I could feel his wet tongue come out. He began licking me and his hands reached up to get a grip on my firm buttocks.

I was in a state of euphoria. I don’t even remember the next 3 minutes as I think I blacked out. I remember coming to in the middle of a monstrous squirting orgasm, the likes of which I had never experienced before. I soaked his face with so much of my pussy juice that for a second I thought he was going to choke to death. But he suffered through my spray and licked it up and swallowed as much as he could, cleaning me up like a dog finishing off it’s meal from a dog bowl.

When I was finished I released my grip on his head and looked directly into his eyes. They were bloodshot and watering. He was crying right in front of me. It was a pathetic sight. He had obviously never been so emasculated in his entire life. The big, tough cop had been put in his place by a 130 pound woman. I grabbed a tissue for him and wiped my cum off his face. He was completely speechless. I kneeled down on my knees and kissed him on the cheek and gave him a gentle hug. That’s when he began bellowing like a baby. The waterworks were in full force again. I think it was the realization of what had just happened to him, and the fact that I showed him mercy after I gave him some of the same victimization that he had forced upon so many poor prostitutes.

I told him in a soft, caring voice that I wouldn’t be telling anyone about what he had done. A look of relief came over his face. Then I said “I expect you here next week at the same time.” He nodded. He already knew he was going to become my submissive little slave. That was the price he had to pay for his transgressions. And he was OK with it.

He was my first. The first of many. I had many more clients to see. Many more men that needed to be dealt with by their psychiatrist. I was open for business and looking for clients.

From Street Whore to High End Escort – Sarah’s Journey – Part 3 of 3

As Sarah made her way back to her apartment, she held on to the rich director’s business card like her life depended on it. It was essentially her golden ticket. She just had kinky sex with a famous director with a foot fetish and had been given the chance of a lifetime. The chance to become a high end escort catering to the rich and famous.

She couldn’t sleep that night. She just sat in bed staring at his business card. Her phone rang off the hook with her regular customers looking to book appointments, wondering where Sarah was. But she couldn’t be bothered with such trivial things right now. Even though she made hundreds of dollars an hour from her regular crowd, there were far more important things at stake now.
Not wanting to seem too needy or desperate, Sarah waited 3 days until she finally called his number. Not surprisingly, he never answered the phone himself. A male with a deep voice answered and said “Hello. Did you receive one of his special cards?”

“Yes.” She replied. “One minute then.” The deep voice said. 30 seconds later her returned and gave her an address. She knew where it was. The rich area on the outskirts of Los Angeles. She had so many questions to ask, but before she could get two words out, the man hung up.

“What did this mean?” she thought to herself. Was she just supposed to show up there? What time? What should she wear? She was so confused, and now even more anxious than she was before. After much thought, she decided she was going to take an Uber there and just see what happens.

She spent hours getting herself ready. Manicure and pedicure. Hair styled. New stockings and sexy underwear. Expensive perfume and clothes. And finally an organic coffee enema to make sure her asshole was primed and ready to service her new found clients. She went the full nine yards to make sure she looked her best. When her driver pulled up to the address, she could see rows upon rows of exotic looking cars. The type of cars she had only seen before on TV and in magazines, with names so long she couldn’t even pronounce them.

She approached the front door and could see the security cameras following her every move. Outside the door stood a security guard. A giant of a man with a massive revolver slung under his left arm. “Do you have a card?” He asked. She handed him the card the famous director had given her. “Right this way” he said as he motioned her inside the house.

The pulsating dance music was almost deafening once she was inside. Her jaw immediately hit the floor as her eyes panned across the spacious room. It was a literal who’s who of the rich and famous. She was in utter amazement. And surrounding all these rich and famous people where sexy women in all states of undress. Some of them were on their knees sucking cock. Others were bent over tables getting fucked in the ass. She could have swore she even seen a former president on the floor in a 69 position, eating pussy like there was no tomorrow.

Across the room she seen him, the famous director that had made this all possible for her. He waved for her to come over, as he took another woman’s toes out of his mouth. “I’ve been waiting for you.” He said, as he grabbed her by the pussy.

Sarah was speechless, but she knew she had finally made her dreams come true. All her hard work had finally paid off. As he guided her across the room he whispered, “I told these guys about your footjobs. They are going to love you.”

He brought her into a room with a group of actors she recognized from his latest blockbuster movie. One of them began rubbing his cock through his skin-tight jeans as he shouted with glee “Is this the one you’ve been telling us about?”

“Yes” he replied. He gave Sarah a kiss on the cheek and said “Go to work.”

Sarah knew what to do. She lied down on her back and took off her shoes and stockings. The famous actors formed a line in front of her, all of them dropping their trousers exposing their hard, throbbing cocks. One by one they took turns with her feet. Some of them would fuck her soles for a while, then shove their cocks in her wet pussy to finish themselves off. She was full of celebrity cum and she couldn’t believe what was happening to her. It was so surreal. These were people she had grown up watching in movies and on TV for years. Now her pussy was overflowing with their jizz. You can see group sex videos like this at prostitutemovies.com.

She kept them busy for almost an hour with her soft soles and wet pussy. She hadn’t noticed, but as each man left, they were leaving something in a bowl at the entrance to the room. When the last remaining man had expelled his last drop of cum and left the room, the director came back in. “Great job honey.” He said. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint.”

He grabbed the bowl and handed it to Sarah. It was full of cheques and cash. One of them had even left a prepaid credit card. She was so happy she couldn’t contain herself. She burst into tears of joy. There had to be over one hundred thousand dollars in there!

“So, same time next week?” the director asked. “Oh, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Sarah replied. Her dream was complete. She had come from the trailer park, sucked dirty truck stop cock to make her way to Los Angeles, and sucked even more cock until luck finally turned her way. She was now a high end escort to the stars. And she couldn’t be happier.

From Street Whore To High End Escort – Sarah’s Journey

Sarah had a tough life. Her father was in prison when she was born. She grew up on food stamps in the mean streets of Detroit. Her mother had an endless stream of black men visiting her. It took a few years before Sarah figured out what they were there for. She didn’t get to have a normal upbringing. Instead of playing, she was going on runs to the drug store to buy bulk packs of condoms for her mother.

The only thing she had to pass the time was the TV. Her mother always had porn on because of her clients, so that is what Sarah watched. She became star struck with Jenna Jameson. She seen the glamorous lifestyle she lived. Big mansions, fur coats, diamond rings. It was like something out of a fairytale. She decided that is what she wanted in her life. She wasn’t going to lie on her back getting fucked by homeless street thugs in abandoned houses with the copper ripped out of the walls, like her mother did. She knew that when she turned 18, she was going to make her journey to Los Angeles and become a high end escort and porn star, getting fucked for money by celebrities and millionaires. And her journey began the day of her 18th birthday.

She stole some of her mother’s money from that day’s clients and got herself a bus ticket. She was off on her journey and nothing was going to stop her. She didn’t have enough money to buy a ticket that would get her all the way to Los Angeles, so she had to make several stops along the way to earn some more money.

It’s surprising how much money she was able to make in bus stop bathrooms. All she had to do was hang out inside the men’s washroom and wait for a lonely looking guy to walk in. A soft “hello” and a caress of their hand was usually all it took. She would lead them into the closest stall and get down on her knees, unzipping their pants to unleash their throbbing, sweaty cocks. You can see videos of men getting sucked off in public washrooms at prostitutemovies.com.

The places were always filthy. She would be kneeling on urine-soaked floors beside unflushed toilets, but she did what she had to do to make her money. In the first week she had already lost count of how many loads she had swallowed. She had mastered her gag reflex and could basically handle any sized member that was placed in her mouth. The taste of unwashed cock was initially hard for her to handle, but it eventually became like second nature to her.

In some of the remote areas she ended up at, the bus terminals were often empty inside. She quickly learned she could go outside and walk around the parking lots, looking for truck drivers. It was actually a nice step up from the washroom stalls, since most of them had nice trucks with a bed in the back for their long haul trips. She just had to avoid the trucks that had the “no lot lizards” stickers on their windows. She didn’t have much money for food, so she would usually hit them up for a hot coffee and some fries after she was done swallowing their loads. She needed something to get the taste of cum out of her mouth. It was tough, but she was so dead set on getting to Los Angeles that she was able to just turn her mind off and go through the motions. It was almost like she was a robot, programmed to suck fat trucker cock.

It took her 3 weeks but she finally made it to Los Angeles. She walked through the streets and it felt like she was in heaven. So many beautiful people were walking around. The weather was sunny and hot. Luxury cars drove by her as she took it all in. She was finally where she wanted to be. Now she just had to execute the second part of her plan: how to get into the high end sex industry.