There are many fake stories on here, mine is not one of those. See my profile for proof. I’m wet writing this because I can still vividly recall the first time I experienced the thrill of a BBC. It started on a drunken night out when a black guy asked me to dance. Almost immediately, I could feel his hard, thick cock pressing against my thighs and ass. I was intrigued, horny and deeply curious. After some kissing, we went back to my place. We drank, kissed and fucked passionately on my couch even with roommates upstairs who could have walked in. The naughtiness and excitement were palpable - it felt so wrong, yet so incredibly good.

We eventually went upstairs and he fucked me hard, filling me with his black seed. I freaked out, not being on birth control, but the pleasure and taboo nature of it all left me feeling both mad he didn’t warn me and secretly satisfied. That's where my curiosity about BBC and the risk of creampies began.

We met up many more times, usually after drunken nights out. I couldn't get enough of his big black cock. I wanted to be used by him, the messy, drunken sex felt so deliciously wrong that it only made me crave it more. One time, he even fucked my ass, and though it was painful, I reveled in the pleasure that came with the pain of a BBC in my tight hole.

I met my now-husband, and my need for BBC disappeared. Or so I thought. Over the years, I found myself reminiscing about those naughty encounters, masturbating to the memories and BBC porn. When my husband discovered this, instead of being repulsed, he was excited. He wanted to explore this kink with me.

And so began my journey as a hotwife. I reconnected with my initial BBC lover, and the thrill of being used by him again, while knowing my husband was nearby, was intoxicating. The adrenaline of being a married woman sneaking off to be filled and creampied by another man's cock was a new level of excitement.

But it didn't stop there. My husband and I found another BBC, Harry, who was willing to join us in a thrilling threesome. The pleasure of being spit-roasted, fucked, and filled by two hard cocks simultaneously was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I was a greedy, desperate slut, craving to be used and abused as a cum dump.

Even when I met my ex-BBC partner alone, the need to be filled and used as a whore was intoxicating. I would let him fuck and creampie me over and over, never feeling satisfied. The addiction only grew stronger, and I constantly sought new ways to push the boundaries, to feel more taboo, more controlled, and more worthy of being a dirty slut.

Now, I reflect on how far I've fallen down this rabbit hole of carnal desires. I've become a woman I never thought I'd be - a hotwife, a cum-hungry whore, an addict of BBC and the thrill of being used. But in the depths of my depravity, I've found a sense of liberation and pleasure that I never knew existed. This is my confession, my darkest secret, and the truth of my insatiable cravings.