Dee – Out for a Jog

 

It’s been a pretty usual month for me; been whoring, shooting porn, fucking strangers you know; the usual!

I wasn’t going to share anything with you this month but I told Joey about this experience and told me to write up something. So I thought about it and decided I would share it with you all. It’s a pretty typical story at least now anyway.

There used to be a time, after I got married, that I was very shy. I never gave having sex with any other man other than my husband even a second thought. I was committed to him. I got looks and compliments all the time but was happy to be the dutiful wife. My husband happily fucked around and I never had a problem with it. He enjoyed sluts, whores and nameless bimbos who wandered into his club but it was always my arms he came back to. I wanted him to be happy.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t allowed to do what he did, he told me multiple times that I was more than welcome to fuck around if I wanted to. Our marriage was very open but I just never needed or wanted to fuck anyone else.

I’d watch him throat fuck some whore and I’d enjoy watching him do these things to those nameless sluts so don’t ever think that I was being treated unfairly, I loved seeing him treat those girls as they were intended to be treated. It honestly aroused me very much.

When we had sex together, he would also put me through my paces, we enjoyed kinky sex for sure. Although he thought it was about time I let my inner slut out… in public!

We spoke on it and I didn’t think I had it in me to do such things. Have sex with strangers, in front of him, whore myself on the street, do pornographic movies. I mean I wanted to but I never thought that was me. That was until he introduced me to Joey. She took me under her wing and, it turns out, there was one horny fucking slut inside me just begging to be unleashed! Who knew?!

I tell you this because an experience like I am about to tell you about, common place now, would of only been something I dreamed about not too long ago.

I was back on my feet after my second pregnancy and getting myself back in shape; getting myself back to porn star pedigree. It’s not like I had put on much weight or anything but after a while of not going to the gym or anything, I needed to hone my edge again. Get fighting fit, ready to be fucked dizzy!

So, one morning, I woke up and put on my jogging outfit. I joined my husband in the car and we drove to the site of his new, upcoming brothel. There was still plenty of work to do and he had a few meetings on site today. I said I would join him and take a jog around the neighbourhood and then head back when I was finished.

The sun was shining but there was a nice breeze so it wasn’t too hot. I had to admit I looked good in my jogging gear and knew I was going to get some attention if anyone saw me. My husband’s new brothel is situation in a commercial area of town, so a few warehouses and stores around. There was also a small park not far from the site of the club so I thought I would jog from the club, through the commercial area, around the park and back again. I shouldn’t be gone too long. I kissed my husband goodbye and he groped my ass as he admired me in my tight little outfit. Then I left out of the back staff door.

I jogged down the street and past a few delivery areas for the various stores. There were a few people around and I got a few admiring stares. However, it wasn’t until I got to a crossing that more than stares occurred.

I was jogging on the spot, looking both ways down the street, preparing to cross when I heard a wolf whistle from behind me, followed by a “That’s one damn fine black ass!” I turned to look over my shoulder to see where that lewd comment originated and leaning against a sack truck as a shaven biker type. The sign above the delivery entrance read “Horson’s Motorcycles” and the guy was dressed in biker boots, distressed Jeans and a sleeveless biker vest. He was peering at me over his mirrored sunglasses and had a wicked smirk on his face. His muscled upper body was covered in tattoos and I even noticed some ‘questionable’ ink dotted over his strong white arms.

I looked him up and down and flashed a smile “Excuse me?” I purred as I proudly showed off my rounded rump. “Gotta say, you N***a chicks have some rounded asses for sure.” He laughed. I was somewhat taken aback by his language and spun around to full face him with a shocked expression on my face. “Wait, what did you call me?” I was now stood with my hand on my curved hip and a scowl on my face.

He was now eyeing me up and down very openly and lewdly and that smirk grew even wider “And damn, them tits too! N***as like you are good for one thing. You ever fucked a real man?” He laughed again and I cocked my eyebrow “Or you just stick to ya own?”

Good Lord! This guy didn’t stop with his disgusting rhetoric. I flashed my wedding band proudly and gave him my own smirk “I happen to be married to one, thankyou!” It was at this point I would recommend most women in my position to just leave that piece of shit to his own and continue with their day, forgetting about him entirely. However, the way he eyed me, undressing me with his eyes had me unable to move, not to mention his degrading words and tone to his gruff voice was making me shudder with delight. He was for sure a disgusting, ignorant excuse for a human but he was hitting my desire to be degraded and objectified.

“So you know what superior cock feels like…” He laughed loudly as he leant on the sack truck, flexing those strong looking arms. There were a few prison tattoos on his large muscles and I bit my plump bottom lip.

“Get that black ass over here and let me put it to good use then!” He demanded. This guy! But wait, I was starting to walk towards him “There ya go, can’t resist can ya?” I hated everything this guy stood for but he was right, I couldn’t resist! Was I really about to fuck a skin headed r**ist?!

I got close to him and could smell his musk. I looked up at him with a disgusted scowl on my face “You disgust me!” I barked but he just laughed and firmly grabbed my wrist “Thatta girl! Don’t need to like me someone to hate fuck ‘em!” he sneered.

With that, he roughly spun me around and reached around to grab my tight jogging top. He yanked it up and cupped his rough white fingers around my large black tits. He gave them a rough, firm grope and squeeze. “Fuck!” he exclaimed “These black tits are fucking amazing. I gasped and scowled as I looked down at his large hands molesting my breasts openly in the store’s delivery zone. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?!” I barked and he let go of one of my tits and gave a firm push between my shoulder blades with the flat of his palm. “’bout to hate fuck a N****r! That’s what!” He growled angrily. Oh Now he was using a hard ‘R’?! Holy shit this guy really didn’t give a fuck and was more than happy to openly display his bigotry.

He gripped the waist band of my running pants and quickly yanked them down over my ass. I wasn’t stopping him either. I really was going to let this PoS hate fuck me!

I was shocked at myself. There really is no place in this society for people with his attitude and not too long ago I would of left him to his sack truck and continued with my day but my desire to be objectified, degraded and used like the public fuck toy I had become was now so strong, I had no issues with being hate fucked by a complete stranger!

With my pants around my thighs, he gripped my shoulder, holding me in place and he unzipped his fly. I looked over my shoulder and gave him a look of disgust and barked “Well, come on then, fuck me you piece of shit!” He gave a smirk and chuckled as he positioned his dick tip against my exposed black folds “That’s the spirit!” He growled, grabbing my hip firmly and driving his hips forward.

I let out a loud gasp and my eyes widened as a huge cock was forced into me. Holy fuck, he really was hung! He drove into my public pussy hard and in one quick shove, drove that veiny white dick deep into my married fuck hole. He laughed “Yeh you like what white dick dontcha?! You know it’s superior, don’t deny it!”

Yeh like HE was the superior race.. sure! But fuck he had a nice dick! Once he was balls deep inside of me, he gripped both of my shoulders, keeping me bent over and started his thrusts. He pounded at my presented black rear end, driving his nameless r**ist dick in and out of quivering quim. I started panting and moaning loudly. I couldn’t care less that I was out in the open, only yards from the public street, moaning like a whore in heat with a bigot’s shaft buried inside me.

As his thrusts got harder, faster and deeper, he switched his grip on me and wrapped his fingerless gloved hands around my face. He held onto me firmly and shoved his digits into my open mouth, stretching my plump, glistening lips wide. He barked objectifying and down politically-incorrect language at me as he nailed me. The harder he fucked me the more disgusting his language got. I don’t even want to repeat it here in this story it was so bad but suffice to say it was made pretty fucking clear what ideology this scum bag subscribed to.

I reached up to hold onto his arm and the sack truck, desperate for some form of stability as he hate fucked me. My tits swung free and delightfully in the morning sun on the side of the street and my moans had attracted the passing looks of disgust by some passerby.

My mind was starting to fill with pleasure and my body quivering and shuddering around his thick, thrusting cock. He commented on how much I was enjoying being fucked by someone like him but, again, I do not wish to repeat exactly what he said.

Soon his thrusts came quick, deep but short, I knew this r**ist was about to cum. He was about to…

Yup! There is was. With no warning or even a single word to request permission, he came inside me. He didn’t care if I wanted his ‘superior’ jizz inside me or not, as far as he was concerned, I was nothing more than a cum dump for his mighty ‘goose stepping’ swimmers! I’m not going to lie; having him cum inside me was fantastic. This guy, who I found deplorable and foul, was pumping his seed deep into my uterus with zero regard for my own desires. As his thick f**cist seed splattered my inner walls I came hard on his cock. My pussy muscles gripped him hard and milked every last drop of his Confederate cum from his heavy balls.

He finished daring himself into the black public cum dump he had found jogging the sidewalk and pulled his dick from my shuddering hole. His cum dribbled down my inner thighs and he slapped my ass hard.

“That’ll do Pig!” He laughed and stood watching as I turned around to glare at him and pull up my jogging pants. As I reached down to horridly pull up my joggers. I noticed his dick; it was hanging, semi limp out of his torn jeans, slick with my juices and dripping cum. I gasped in shock because he had tattooed, right there, along the length of his dick a couple of very recognisable symbols of his diabolical beliefs! I couldn’t believe I had those disgusting symbols inside my pussy. My black body had cum hard on those f**cist. He noticed me staring as his dick and put his hands on his hips, laughing, “That’s right N****r, you just came all over this N**i cock and you fucking LOVED IT!”

He tucked his dick in his pants and wandered off back into the store, laughing as he left me to hurriedly pull down my top and adjust myself. I could feel his cum churning around inside me and I shuddered with disgust and shame. Good God! Did I just let than human garbage hate fuck me?! OH Fuck!

I turned back towards the crossing and no traffic was coming, so carried on with my jog “Yeh I DID let him hate fuck me…” I thought and a smile started creeping across my face “Oh fuck was it GOOD!”

 

I was late back to the brothel after my jog and my Husband was just finishing a conversation with one of his contractors when I arrived. He turned to look at me and he noticed that glow in my cheeks. A glow he had seen many times, flushed into my cheeks. He laughed lightly as he approached “I was going to say that was a long jog but it seems to did more than run to get your exercise” He said as he leaned in to kiss my cheek.

I giggled and smiled. We went to his office and I perched my ass on his desk in front of him as he leaned back in his large leather chair. He admired his beautiful wife with a soft smile as I proudly displayed my curves for him. I told him about the guy from the motorcycle shop and he slowly reached for a cigar as he leant back and listened to me. “You are ok though right?” He asked me, giving me a concerned side-ways look. I laughed and nodded “Oh yeh, I mean that guy was absolute garbage but it really was an incredible fucking.” He smiled, shook his head and laughed. He took a draw on his cigar and smiled at me. After admiring me silently for a moment he said “Joey really did a fantastic job bring out the slut in you huh? Maybe too much of a good job!”  We laughed as I waved him off dismissively “Oh shh, you know you love me like this”

“I love you anyway!” He smiled.

I felt a shudder of comfort tickle my spine at his soft, reassuring words “Well, I’m going to take a quick shower, see you shortly” I whispered to him and he nodded as he picked up one of his cell phones.

 

A few weeks later, I was out jogging again and as I jogged past the motorcycle store I noticed a number of police cars outside. I shrugged and continued with my jog. It was an uneventful jog and in some ways, part of me had hoped to run into that guy again.

I return back to the brothel and found my husband on his cell phone in his office holding a local paper.

“…. Yeh it’s confirmed, payment will be sent by the usual means..” He saw me enter the office and quickly ended his call “… Ok I have to go..”

He stood up from his desk and tossed the newspaper onto the desk with a flop and wandered over to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and seemed to usher me from his office. He smiled softly at me “Nice jog sweet heart?” I nodded and gave a quick glance over my shoulder at the newspaper on his desk. The headline read “Local White Supremacist Found Dead In Mob Style Execution”

I looked up at him and smiled. I took a second or two to admire my husband as he smiled back at me. He reached down and softly kissed my cheek. He rested his hand on my lower back, no groping or molesting, just a tender moment of affection.

 

(IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE: This story is FANTASY only and the creator of the story and images in no way condone any of the behaviour, actions or political viewpoints and opinions depicted within the above story.  Racism is deplorable and should have no place in our modern society. This story is created as a fantasy and as such, consequences from such ideologies do not exist. Treat everyone with dignity and respect, we all have the right to happiness *kisses*)