Built for BBC : Ch5

“Lookin’ good girl, those tight shorts fit that ass perfectly!”

Elizabeth blushed. The compliment had been vulgar, but for some reason she didn't feel mad about it.

“Thanks Marcus…” She said quietly. Rolling out her yoga mat.

This was her first official class with the program. The program that would turn her into the woman her husband wanted her to be. After a shower in the morning she'd been directed to Marla to pick out her clothes for today. A selection of sportswear and tight gym clothes. She chose a snug sports bra that hugged her chest tight, and black booty shorts that Marla had to help her into. There were longer, less revealing options to pick from, but for whatever reason she felt like the tiny shorts were the best option.

“Let's see what we're working with.” Marcus walked around her, staring at her body. He was wearing a tight white sweatshirt that showed off his well defined chest, and tight, thin leggings that almost perfectly revealed the outline of his…

Well, she tried not to look at it. It was rude to stare. He couldn't help being so naturally big, so thick… so hard…

“Got some fat in these thighs.” Marcus' warm, rough hands pressing onto her exposed thighs startled her. He rubbed them up and down and squeezed them, which… which… which was to be expected. He was inspecting her body, of course he was going to have to touch her.

“This ass is pretty good for a white girl. But we can do better.” His hands gripped her asscheeks over her shorts. Jiggling them.

As he moved around her, Elizabeth realised just how big he was. Standing so close with his hands on her waist, she was reminded of David. Of how he would hold her gently, and with care.

Marcus wasn't gentle with her, and he towered over where David would be. It made her feel like a little girl again. The sage feeling of being in her daddy's arms.

“Why don't you start by showing me how low you can bend?” Marcus's deep voice rolled through her body like a purr. Giving her goosebumps.

“On the mat…?” She asked.

“Here's fine.” He walked behind her. Putting his hands on her hips. “I need to get a feel of you.”

Something felt dirty about this situation, but Elizabeth couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was the casual way he was touching her body? But no. He was her trainer, that's just a part of the job.

“That's it. Take it nice and slow girl.” Marcus chuckled as Elizabeth slowly started to bend her body down.

Waa it the fact that they were alone? Was that the source of this weird feeling? She had been expecting more people in these classes… but why would that be a bad thing? She should feel happy to have a private session.

“Don't be afraid to spread those legs out.” Marcus slid his hands between her legs. Teasing her sensitive areas over the thin material of her shorts. He gently massaged her thighs as she slowly shifted her legs wider. The rubbing burning throughout her body and making her sweat.

“Keep going.” Marcus told her.

Elizabeth kept going as low as she could. She wasn't a gymnast, but she could touch her toes, though the stretch hurt a little.

“Keep that stretch right there.” Marcus rubbed up her ass and pushed into her lower back. “But arch upwards a little.”

She followed his instructions, finding herself pushing her butt into his crotch as she followed the instructions.

“You're so good girl.” He told her. Running his big hands over her curves. “A natural snow bunny.”

There was that word again. It made her feel all weird and tingly inside. She wanted to figure out what it meant, but her thoughts were occupied with something else.

Something big and hard... Pressing itself between her skin tight lycra covered ass cheeks.

“Let's kick this up a notch. Start moving that ass up and down. Not too fast at first.” Marcus's confident, authoritative voice rang in her ears, and Elizabeth obeyed. Gyrating her ass up and down, so close to his body. She didn't mean to do it, but she was basically grinding on him like she was some thirsty club girl.

It reminded her of David. Of the nights they'd spend dancing. Feeling him get hard as their body's rubbed together. But even hard he didn't compare to how Marcus felt while soft. His big cock fitting perfectly in-between her ass cheeks. Hugged and squeezed by them. So rock hard and thick it felt more like she was rubbing herself against a table leg.

A table leg that reached between her legs and put pressure on all the right places.

“Let me steady you.” Marcus took her hands and pulled them back, pushing her harder into his body. “Back and forth now. Don't be shy, get that blood flowing.”

With no more than the moans that escaped her lips, Elizabeth followed his instructions. Moving her ass forward and slamming it back down, all while Marcus held her up with his arms.

Maybe it was her imagination, but it almost felt like Marcus's cock had slipped out of his pants. Felt like she was grinding up and down its massive length as she did her yoga stretches.

Her mind must have just been playing tricks on her. She'd only been away from David for a day, but her body was burning like she hadn't felt his touch in a month.

“How's that feel?” Marcus asked. Pulling her arms to keep her ass grinding on him.

“It feels… really good.” She moaned.

This stretch was an oddly sexual position, it was making her think weird things. Imagining some huge, warm cock between her legs. A big black dick aching to rip her shirts apart and fuck her senseless.

God. Where had that imagine come from? She never fantasised about another man. David. It was David's cock she should have been daydreaming about. Not Marcus's big black pussy breaking dick…

“Let all that tension melt away.” Marcus had his hands on her ass now. Fulfilling his job as a trainer by helping her get into the right position. Only, he was being really firm now. It was more like he was the one in control of her body, not Elizabeth. Rubbing her up and down his crotch, faster and faster. His cock rubbing into her for real this time. Pushing deep into her ever wetter pussy.

This was bad. Even though it was over their clothes, another guy was rubbing his dick into her. Worst of all, she was enjoying it. The guilt was making her feel sick. She had to stop, had to call David and talk to him and-

“Hey, relax.” Marcus' firm voice said the word, and Elizabeth felt her body melt. “I've done this a hundred times before, and every girl comes to love how deep I go. How stretched out I leave them.”

Deep… yes… Marcus was just her trainer. He was a professional. What was there to feel guilty about? She felt silly for having worried. This felt great! Unlike any yoga she'd ever done. Why would David be mad at her for feeling good? He sent her here after all.

“Keep grinding that ass girl.” Marcus moaned. His hands exploring her body. Rubbing her soft hips, feeling her tight stomach and teasing her by slipping under her shorts. Just for a moment. “Feel how big and hard my… stretch is…”

It didn't feel like she was stretching at all really, but her body felt good. Like every muscle was being rubbed by his warm, firm hands. It was so good. So good she felt like she might get addicted to it.

“I… I love it.” She said softly.

“Ha.” Marcus chuckled. Slapping her ass while grinding into the married white girl.

“If you love this… just wait until you see what we've got planned for tonight.”
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Nothing.

After an exhausting work day, David once again had nothing planned for the night.

He even had leftovers from last night. Didn't even have dinner to make to distract him.

After staying up deep into the AM last night and getting no sleep, David made himself a promise. He wouldn't waste this time without Elizabeth jerking off every day. He'd use it to work hard, to keep himself in shape. To be able to fuck his wife hard, all night long when she finally came home.

So, seeing as her visit happened to coincide with the month of November, David decided it would be a good idea to start NNN. No Nut November. He made a promise to himself, and to Elizabeth, that he wouldn't cum for the month or so she was gone.

He knew it was just a silly internet thing that nobody probably took seriously, but he'd use it as the motivation he needed to stay clean while she was gone. To keep with his goal of staying in shape and building his stamina.

But after getting so little sleep last night, David was too tired to go to the gym. So he was at home. Alone. With no idea how to pass the time.

“Maybe I should do yoga or something.” David said to no one.

Stretching would be a good activity before an early night's sleep. And Elizabeth would surely enjoy it if he got a bit more flexible, had the reach to get deeper inside her…

David stopped himself from following that thought any further. The last thing he wanted was to get himself worked up again. Like last night.

Yoga. Yes, that would calm him down. He just needed to find an instructional video…

Searching for ‘yoga poses’ on YouTube gave him way more results than he would have thought. So many girls who had squeezed themselves into tight clothes, posing for the camera.

After watching one video of a girl showing off her stretches, David convinced himself to watch another. And another. Until eventually the girls weren't providing any instructions. Just a constant views of them in the tightest clothes they could fit into.

Or worse, the girls who wore the loosest clothes they could get away with. Bending over and letting the camera peek inside. Tease their viewers with a hint of what they had underneath. Even the occasional brief slip of something that had made it past the censors…

It didn't take long for David to get hard. Only a few more videos until he started rubbing his hard-on over his clothes. After hours of watching sexy girls bend and stretch their bodies for his pleasure, David finally snapped. A flash of a woman's hard nipples down her top the straw that broke him.

David never did any stretches. He didn't move off the couch. After being teased by those girls for so long, he wanted something more. Pornstars pretending to be innocent girls doing the stretches and poses in front of older men. The videos he was finding seemed to slowly have more and more black guys. The algorithm taking him down a journey of big black cocks splitting open tight white girls who dressed in the sluttiest leotards.

But then, it presented him with something new. A video at the top of every search or recommendation until he finally clicked on it.

A ‘NNN’ guide. One that didn't try to keep him from addiction, but pushed him further into it. That called him weird things, that told him he could jerk off as much as he wanted so long as he never got to cum. That demanded he give into his desires and become who he was truly supposed to be.

David didn't cum that night. But he stayed up just as late.

The video had left him with questions. Questions his cock was eager to find out.

Just what was a gooner?

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You want to suck

Your mind belongs to their cocks

Your body was built for BBC

The words flashed in front of her. Fast and repetitive as the sounds of girls slurping on thick hard cocks rang in her ears.

Her body floated, untethered from reality.

“Put it in her hands. She'll do the rest.” A voice from outside her reality said. Muffled by the headset she wore.

Then, another warm dildo dropped into her hand. Just as big and hard as the others. Like she was told, she began to stroke it. To pump the veiny hot dildo until it exploded over her.

She wanted to see it. To suck it. But she was bound in place. Bound to the chair with the vibrator tied between her legs.

She couldn't see anything except the VR screen in front of her eyes. With flashing words and a deep, pink spiral drew her ever deeper. Deeeeper.

“Damn she's eager.” The phantom voices said. “Look at how wet that cunt is. Never seen a new girl need it so bad this soon.”

How did she get here? Elizabeth couldn't remember. She ate dinner and took her vitamins… and then?

“Ohh fuuck yes!” A voice said. Coinciding with the dildo blasting her mouth and chest with its fake cum. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth and lapped it all up. Every drop of that sweet fluid sensing tingles down her spine.

Black cock is all you need.

Bigger. Harder. Stronger.

How can white boys compete?

Images of strong, ripped men flashed on screen. All of them black, all of them with huge cocks.

Some stuffed those cocks into tiny white girls. Others sat back as pale faces covered themselves in spit to worship their black gods.

Envy them

She wished she could be them. To serve big black cock like she was supposed to do.

“Let's turn this up now.”

Suddenly the vibration between her legs doubled. She felt a hand run over her sweat drenched boobs, teasing her nipples at first but then taping something to them.

More vibrators she soon realised. The little bullets pulsing with intensity as the pleasure eroded the little amount of consciousness she had left.

Give in

Give up

You belong to black cocks

As the words and images flashed faster and faster on screen, Elisabeth reached her limit. Her whole body burned with intense desire, and she couldn't hold it back anymore.

NuugaaaaAahhhh

She moaned deep as her naked body wriggled and twitched against her restraints. Drool dripping down her mouth as the mind-numbing pleasure snapped her mind into a million pieces.

She had cum, it was good. But… but…

It wasn't enough. Toys used to make her cum harder than the real thing… but now… right now she wanted nothing more than to be ravaged by a big, juicy black cock…

“White girls make the weirdest noises when they cum.” The voice chuckled.

Was this real? Or a dream? She just felt like she was floating through the clouds. Her body warm, and constantly vibrating. Constantly on edge.

In the top right corner of her vision, a change made her see something that had been there the whole time. Words floating in the air like she was.

Level 1 : Stage 2

Orgasm count : 1

Orgasm target for release : 5

If this was just a dream… she was glad it was such a good one…