I woke up this morning with my hand already between my legs. Another day in this big empty house. Another day of being a rich Black housewife with nothing to do except get wet and wait for someone to use me.

My husband left at 7:12 a.m. sharp. The second the garage door closed I pulled off my silk robe and stood naked in the kitchen, staring at my reflection in the stainless steel fridge. Full tits, soft stomach, thick thighs, and a pussy that had been neglected for weeks. I slid two fingers inside myself and whispered the words I only say when I’m alone:

“I’m just a bored little nigger housewife who needs white cock to feel alive.”

I walked through the house completely naked, leaving a trail of wet footprints. In the living room I bent over the arm of the couch and fucked myself with the thick glass dildo I keep hidden in the drawer. I imagined it was a rough white man from the neighborhood — the kind who looks at me too long when I’m watering the plants in my tiny shorts.

By noon I was aching. I put on the tiniest black thong and a sheer robe that didn’t close all the way. Then I did something filthy — I left the front door unlocked and sat on the porch swing with my legs open just enough. Every time a truck drove by I felt my clit throb.

At 1:47 p.m. a white delivery driver walked up the driveway. Young, dirty-blond, work boots, sweaty from the heat. He stopped dead when he saw me.

I didn’t even pretend to be surprised. I just looked him dead in the eye and said, “You can come inside… if you promise to treat me like the naughty housewife I am.”

He followed me in. The second the door clicked shut I dropped to my knees in the foyer, pulled his thick cock out, and took him all the way down my throat while he groaned and called me every filthy name I needed to hear. I gagged on purpose so he’d grab my hair harder.

He bent me over the kitchen island and fucked me so deep I saw stars. I kept telling him the truth between moans:

“Breed your bored Black housewife. Fill me up while my husband is at work. I’m just a hole for white cock today.”

He came inside me twice. The second time he pulled out and painted my tits and face while I stuck my tongue out and thanked him. When he left I stayed right there on the cold marble floor, legs spread, watching his cum drip out of me onto the tile.

That was three hours ago. I’ve already showered, put the same tiny thong back on, and left the door unlocked again. My pussy is still sore and leaking and I want more. I want a whole group of them. I want to be the neighborhood’s dirty little secret.

So if you’re reading this and your cock is hard… you know what to do.