Help Me, Hoku by Lilith’s Whore

Writer: Lilith’s Whore

Subject: Help Me, Hoku

Link: LS666 Emails /26.07.2024

Help Me, Hoku

I have followed your stories and this site for a long time. I have made many friends here, some have come and gone, but all have helped me discover who I am today. There is one however I have always admired, but never reached out to — Hoku — I hope she will read what I have to say. Maybe she can add clarity and maybe a little inspiration to what I am about to confess.

I have been living a hedonist lifestyle for a while, and have always been encouraged by my husband, who, by the way, was on a journey of his own. Eventually, I connected with my boss, a large dominant black man with no boundaries and little restraint. He took me completely. He taught me about myself, and pleasures I couldn’t comprehend outside of that moment in time. I used him as an instrument to satisfy my lusts. I gave him anything and everything he asked for, and when he asked for it.

This continued for almost a year, then my husband suffered a stroke. I felt I was being jerked back to a competing reality. I cut ties with friends that I thought would distract me from caring for my husband. My husband was now bed-confined. There are times he sleeps for hours, sometimes days before waking up. I vowed to take care of him as long as it took.

I didn’t quit my job, however. The pay is substantial and we need that income. I made sure my boss understood my position, and he did. He has been professional at all times. Supportive, even. But, that recently ended, hence the coming confession. I have been growing frustrated. I have become disconnected from my husband. I felt lost.

I read Hoku’s posts, both on the LS666 platform, and other places, that I have followed. To this day, I can’t find the post I read from her — I don’t even remember exactly what it was about — and to this day I can’t find it. But, it struck my core.

I went to work the next day, going directly to my boss’s office. I told him how I felt — Lost — disconnected from myself and even my family. I begged him to help. Whatever that meant or entails. He told me he would pick me up at 6:30 sharp, then sent me home. He did as he promised. He brought me back home late in the night.

My sister-in-law helps often, so she was there when I got home. I sent her on her way and again I was alone with him — my husband. I felt no connection, and that pissed me off. I have given up so much, and I can’t even feel connected to the man.

What happened next, I can’t pretend I am sorry for.

I jerked the covers off my sleeping husband. I grabbed the hem of his pajama bottoms and wrestled them off. I stripped off my dress and soaked my panties. Grabbing him by the ankles, I pulled him down into the bed. It was not gentle or caring. It was frustration. Laying him flat, I climbed on top of him. Positioning my knees on each side of his stoic face, I rose, putting my cunt inches from him. My fingers plunged into my slick sex, as I retold the commentary on the night’s events.

I told him how my boss reclaimed his pussy. No, that’s not right. He didn’t reclaim anything — I gave it to him — he fucked me … called me names that I have never uttered … I relived in detail how I begged to be filled with black cock. How wonderful it felt, as I was being filled with nigger seed.

My fingers were working inside me, and I felt the running spunk sliding out and down my fingers, as I watched with delight, the slime dropped onto his forehead, then across his eyes and nose, then across his lips. Wet smacking of my ministrations filled the air. I told how he fucked and filled my evil cunt, then was replaced by his brother, then an uncle, and finally his nephew. I left their cum deep in my womb and begged for more.

I cursed him to open his eyes so he could see the hand prints on my ass, the bruises on my breasts, and the hickies on my neck that I demanded they leave. I rested my swollen, used cunt on his face and fucked him, their cum lubricating the thrusts of my hips.

Leaning forward, I grabbed his flaccid cock and balls. I jerked them. No, I didn’t masturbate him, I was trying to tear his cock off his body. I gathered his balls and squeezed. The closer I came to orgasm, the harder I squeezed and the more violent the handling of his cock. I thought they would come loose in my hand as I fucked his face through my gushing orgasm, soaking him and the bed, clamping my thighs around his head until I could not go any longer.

I rolled off him, curled next to him, and cried. Not for what I had done, but I felt the connection I thought was all but gone. I cleaned him up, changed his pajamas and the bed, lay next to him for the first time in a while, and slept. I am not sure how or why. I sincerely ask Hoku, and her wisdom to help me understand.

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