Black Tales and White Tails II
(TC - I first encountered this story in the middle of part 2 on some random site. Then I found all of part 2, then found part 1, then found the original author and I'm gladly giving this link to the original work. I channeled Derrick when I first started off in exploring my sexual dominance even before I watched the visuals in porn. I respect erotic fiction because, unlike porn, the theater of the mind plays a different version of the same movie in everyone's heads. This led me to the lifestyle way before I saw cuckold porn. It's a masterpiece of written filth)
In the two weeks after Bryan's adventure, he hadn't been able to keep his
mind off the events of that memorable night. During meetings at work, he
would drift off in fantasy to the words that Desire last said. "Know that
tonight was C's play compared to what you will experience again." He
had flashbacks. Was it possible that he did the unspeakable things his
mind's eye recalled? Eating black pussy, sucking big, black cocks ...real
and unreal, begging to get fucked and craving humiliation and Aggression. At
times, he could pretend that it was all a dream, that it hadn't really
happened at all, but the desperation he felt to experience it again, the
emptiness he felt inside, the longing to submit to his divine Black queen
and do whatever she demanded haunted his every thought and desire. In his
mind, it played out like a movie. He could see himself in the action. He
could see the way he swallowed Mistress Desire's Strapon like a slut. He
could see Master Derrick's huge cock as it invaded the deepest part of his
bowels and gave him indescribable and forbidden pleasure. He could see his
transformation from mild mannered, unassuming white man to submissive white
bitchboi slut, with an insatiable need to be used and humiliated by Black
people. His mediocre life almost had reason while he patiently waited for
the next email or instant message from Mistress Desire to let him know
where his next adventure into dark passion would take him.
One side effect the experience had on him was a boost to his libido. His
previously boring and dull sex life with his wife had been resurrected.
His love making become nothing less than inspired and she was never more
satisfied in their entire eight-year marriage. His mind would fill of
images from that night. His erection would become like steel and he would
practically fight to keep from blurting out that he was submissive to
Blacks to the blonde M-of-two that lay beneath him. He was inspired
by the intense desire to shock his card carrying, Jior League, PTA white
bread wife with the revelation that he had eaten the hairy, black cunt of a
sexy, Ebony mistress and he loved every second of it. He would pound away
at his wife, making her moan for the first time in years, thinking of the
look of horror she would have on her face knowing that he had begged like a
dirty whore to get fucked savagely by a black man he knew to be his
superior. He would imagine that Desire would be whispering in his ear that
his cock was pathetic and could never satisfy a woman the way Derrick's
massive ebony weapon had satisfied his slutty asspussy as he humped up and
down on the unsuspecting woman white women that had ceased arousing him
years ago. Fantasizing about hearing Desire's melodic voice in his mind,
feeling her sensuous touch, and inspired by the beauty of her smooth
chocolate skin, Bryan could resign himself to the life he was sentenced to
live and make due with the cards he had been dealt.
Those fantasies came to a crashing halt the second he walked through the
door one day after work. The envelope sat plainly on the kitchen table
when he arrived home. It was so ornate, so elaborate; it was difficult to
miss. He initially assumed it was for his wife but felt compelled to
inspect it. The hand calligraphy clearly spelled out his name and the
expensive bronze envelope with sealing wax looked like it could have been
an exclusive invitation to Prince William's coronation or something. Bryan
held the envelope in his hand and panicked. He knew the origin of the
envelope even without a return address. It wasn't postmarked so he had to
assume it had been hand delivered. His wife surely put it there so there
was no way he could conceal it from her. Perspiration formed under his
arms and he began to hyperventilate. He could hear his wife moving about
upstairs and he knew from routine that she would be done momentarily to
greet him.
"Honey, I'll be...back, I forgot my briefcase at the gym ...I'll be
... I'll be right back," he yelled up the staircase as he clutched the
envelope tightly.
"Wait, tell me what's in the envelope before you ...leave," the last word
barely audible over the slam of the carport door. He sat in his car
motionless for a second. Maybe he would just drive away and never come
back. No, he needed to get revenge on that bitch for trying to destroy his
life. She would pay for this and pay dearly. He backed out of the
driveway not sure if he would even have the nerve to return home. He had
nothing but the clothes on his back.
Why had he been so thoughtless, so stupid? He jeopardized his marriage for
a night of lust. At the time, it seemed so imperative to him to fulfill
his fantasy. He'd spent hours online, trying to find the perfect
African-American domme to fulfill his fantasies. Mistress Desire was a
member of a yahoo group called loveebonywomen. He sent her an instant
message and she returned his message with pleasant conversation. Not only
was she his intellectual equal, she was his superior. She was a biologist
specializing in stem cell research and most of her job description went
over his head. For weeks, they had developed a rapport and she had
initiated him into a world of dominance and submission from which he could
not return. She was masterful in her control of him and he found himself
doing things he hadn't ever contemplated before. She never raised her
voice; she never made outrageous and unreasonable demands on him. She
would get inside his head, anticipate his every thought and desire, and
push him to maniacal heights of arousal. He craved her humiliation most of
all. He would get a perverse thrill knowing that she looked down on him
with disgust and contempt.
His cell phone rang and it jolted him out of his memories. The caller ID
said it was his wife and he let the call go to voicemail. He glanced at
the envelope sitting on the front seat. It looked like it had an aura of
its own. "What the hell am I so afraid of? What if it's not even from
her? This is crazy. I'm not afraid of her. I'm not going to let her
control my life. Whatever is in there I can handle it," he thought.
He drove out of conditioning to his job. It was still relatively early in
the evening so a few people were still lingering about, finishing up
projects and waiting for the evening traffic to dissipate before they made
their journey to the outer burbs. He moved through the office in a fog,
the envelope held firmly in his grasp. He closed the door to his office
and loosened his tie. He felt lightheaded. He broke the seal of the
envelope and the gilt tissue paper floated gracefully to the floor. He
unfolded the envelope to find a hand written note.
"Bryan, I do so hope you have a wonderful evening when we met. I warned
you that if you wanted to play again, the stakes would be higher. What say
you, Bryan? Interested in seeing how far you will be willing to go to get
your pathetic little prick off again Bryan?"
Bryan blinked hard. With all that was at stake, with all that he stood to
lose, he found himself getting erect. He could hear the sweet timber of
her voice and he knew all to well that she knew how to push his buttons.
He continued to read. "You belong to me completely, Bryan, that means that
anything that you have belongs to me as well. I want your wife Bryan. I
want to see your wife getting fucked like a slut by Derrick's beautiful
black cock. I want to see the look on her face as you kiss my feet, lick
my pussy, as you ******* my piss and tell me that you love me and you'll do
anything to please me. I want her to watch in horror as she sees her
dutiful husband slobber and drool over Derrick's black cock and beg to get
fucked like a useless faggot. Chez Henri -- Friday night -- Be there at
8:00, bring your wife, and we'll be waiting for you."
Bryan's mouth was dry. More than that, his cock was hard. He went to lock
the door of his office and he fell wearily against the frame as he freed
his raging hard cock and stroked it, thinking of the things Desire had
described. He pushed his pants to his knees and spread his thighs as much
as his khakis would allow. He placed his finger in his mouth and sucked
it, imagining a more delectable treat. Sufficiently lubricated, he reached
past his balls to his asshole and pushed it in. Ever since Derrick had
fucked him in the ass, his asshole had become desperate to be fucked.
Sometimes, it itched and throbbed in need of a big, black invader. He shot
a load all over the carpet as he fantasized about his wife being a slut for
black cock, and how Mistress Desire had manipulated him so completely.
Invigorated, Bryan regained his composure and he began concocting lies and
explanations to tell his wife. He checked his voicemail to get a measure
of his wife's demeanor. All seemed well. She was curious but she didn't
seem to suspect anything at all. He felt a tinge of guilt for the betrayal
he was displaying but his lust and fantasies, and the fear that if he
didn't comply with Desire's wishes she might actually do something
malicious to him, his marriage, or his job kept him focused.
He ran to his computer and created an elaborate looking document that
looked like a gift certificate, complete with a fake authorization code and
a line for a fake signature. He called Chez Henri for reservations on
Friday night and they were booked solid. He asked the maitre d' if there
were reservations for a Desiree' Jenkins and he confirmed that she had
reservations for two at 8:00. He called the corporate concierge for his
firm and promised him a hundred bucks if he could get him reservations at
the exclusive, five star restaurant on Friday evening. He got a
confirmation after only a minute of being on hold. He held his breath as
he dialed the number for his wife.
"You won't believe this," he blurted out before giving her a chance to ask
any questions," I entered this drawing at work about a month ago and I won
...we won a dinner for two at Chez Henri on Friday night. Isn't that
fabulous?"
She started to ask all sorts of questions about the strange demeanor of the
man who had delivered the envelope and why he had run out so quickly be he
easily distracted her by telling her that she should go to Nordstrom's and
buy something extra sexy and that he even thought that she should take the
day off an make an appointment for Spa Moulin on Friday afternoon as well.
"Make a day of it B, I want this to be a special night for both of us.
We deserve to let our hair down."
When he hung up, reality hit him squarely in the chest. What on earth was
he thinking? How could he subject himself to such a dangerous plan? As
much as he fantasized about having a wife that was a slut for Black cock
and submitting himself to the machinations of an Ebony Domme, this was too
much.
He avoided Rebecca the majority of the day on Friday, opting to get his
hair cut, go work out at the gym and go buy some Clinique toiletries so
that he would feel his most attractive for his...masters, no longer able to
say mistress solely. His passion was rising and his slutty nature was
coming out. He wanted Desire and Derrick to take him places that he had
never even dreamt of going. The fact that his wife might be there to watch
didn't register in his consciousness. For so many years she wasn't even a
part of his sexual fantasies that he was able to disassociate her from his
desires. Yeah, he would fantasize occasionally about a white slut wife
that would keep him cuckold and submissive to Blacks, but he never thought
that it would be the conservative, practically frigid woman that he had
only recently begun to enjoy sex with, no thanks to her. In his fantasies,
it was some other white woman, not the M of his Cren.
Rebecca was like a slut on Friday, giggling and talkative all day
long. She was invigorated by the concept of romance in their otherwise
loveless marriage. She got a Brazilian wax at the spa, removing every
trace of hair on her pussy and leaving her snatch B smooth. She had
decided to go for a sultrier look than usual, empowered by the intense sex
she and Bryan had been having as of late. She made an appointment at the
hairdresser, had highlights put in her hair and got the full makeover at
the cosmetic counter at Mac. Bryan, already aroused at what he knew was
potentially going to happen, practically threw her on the bed when he saw
the low-cut, clingy red dress that Rebecca wore, the strappy, high heels
and the knockout woman that stood before him.
"Your table is ready sir," the host said as they made their way through the
labyrinth of tables with Waterford crystal sparkling in the candlelight.
Bryan nervously glanced around, practically sick he had allowed his
fantasies to control his better judgment yet again. The waiter introduced
himself and described specials but he was completely distracted. He saw
Desire from across the room, watching their every move, and something deep
within him told him that he shouldn't make the first move. She was
Aggressioning him and she loved every second of it. At times, she would laugh
and draw attention to herself, highlighting the fact that she and Derrick
were the only people of color in the entire place. It was an act of
confidence rather than uncouth, proving that she was undaunted by the
historical implications that suggested that she didn't even belong there,
let alone command such confidence and ease.
Dinner was seamless, save the raging hard-on Bryan sported all night, and
the sorbet course was about to be served. He thought that perhaps that
this was to be his only test, to see if he could follow orders. His true
desires betrayed him as he felt slightly disappointed that the evening
would transpire without the things the Desire had described in her note.
The waiter approached and discreetly said, "Ms Jenkins would like it very
much if you and your wife would join her and her companion for an
aperitif."
Her back towards the couple all evening, Rebecca turned in her seat to
glance towards Desire and Derrick. "Bryan, who is she? Do you know her?"
She seemed to immediately get uncomfortable.
Bryan swallowed hard. "Hmmmmmmm, Oh, yes. I think I do. She is the head
of the lab at that research facility where my company updated their network
interface a few months back ...I think," trying to sound unsure of himself
and proud that he was capable of thinking on his feet so well.
"I'm not so sure about that, Bryan. Maybe we should decline the offer."
Rebecca seemed nervous and figidity.
"Nonsense, what could it hurt," Bryan said, as he wondered inwardly why he
hadn't taken the opportunity to take his wife up on her offer? Adrenaline
was pumping in his veins.
Desire stood to greet him with an air of familiarity. She leaned in close
and tilted her head back for Bryan to kiss her neck. Bryan laid a
tentative and J kiss on her neck and Rebecca turned a deeper shade
of red as she witnessed the act of intimacy right before her eyes.
Derrick stood to greet them. "Rebecca, you look particularly lovely this
evening." He kissed her on the mouth, ran his dark hands down her back,
and rested them on her ass. This time, it was Bryan's turn to show his
displeasure. It was a kiss of lovers.
Desire interrupted the embrace and introduced herself. "We've not met, I'm
Desiree' Jenkins. You must be Rebecca. Derrick has told me so much about
you. It's a pleasure to finally meet the woman behind all those steamy
stories." With that, she leaned in close and gave Rebecca a sensuous
lesbian kiss that was more appropriate for a porn movie than a high-class
establishment like Chez Henri.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Bryan blurted out, drawing more
attention that the silent kiss had done.
"Bryan, sit! And for God's sake don't make such a scene." Desires' words
caused more arousal than calm; the irony of her comments was not lost on
the interracial foursome. He was hypnotized by her command and presence.
They all sat as Rebecca and Bryan were shame faced and solemn. Desire
broke the ice. "Shall we drop the pretenses everyone? Bryan, while you've
been my cyber slut online for all these weeks, your wife has been
entertaining a virtual lover as well."
Rebecca looked nauseous as Desire continued with her tale. "You see, Becky
here doesn't know the identity of her cyber lover, she's only seen him from
the waist down on web cam. But she does know Derrick here, don't you
Becky? They met when he was kind enough to hand deliver the note I sent
you earlier this week. Derrick and your cyber lover are one and the same,
Becky. I'm afraid we played a bit of a trick on you sweetie by not
revealing Derrick's identity to you when you met the other day but you
didn't seem to care. You were so hot for Black cock that you were
practically throwing yourself at him." Desire continued with her story
causing Bryan rage and outrage at the betrayal from both women. "I guess
her lust for black men had been fueled by her cyber lover so much that when
Derrick showed up at the door, she invited him in, offered him some Iced
Red tea and was practically drooling all over him. The K were in the
back yard playing the whole time if I heard the story correctly. Bent
right over the kitchen sink and took every inch without missing a beat."
Bryan's heart sank. He knew the story was true. His wife had been on this
whole "antioxidant kick" recently and was addicted to a new kind of red
rooibos tea. Rebecca grabbed her purse and Bryan's arm and stood to leave.
"Sit down bitch!" Desire's words sounded so sweet and sexy they
effectively controlled the blonde housewife with ease. Bryan's face was
burning with anger. Damn his cock for being hard at a time like this. He
grabbed Rebecca's arm forcefully enough to leave marks. "Is what she's
saying true?"
Rebecca pried his fingers from her arm. With tears in her eyes, she choked
out, "I guess it is, apparently you know her very well. I wasn't the only
one cheating online."
Desire interrupted. "Oh no, Bryan's infidelities were far more extensive
than mere cybersex." She turned to Bryan. "Would you like to divulge the
juicy details of our threesome or would you prefer me to do that? Better
yet, let's go to the video tape, shall we?"
"You didn't tell me anything about a videotape," he blurted out. Bryan was
outraged. The white couple sat there in a state of shock, not believing
that their marriage was falling apart in the most expensive restaurant in
town.
"What video tape, Bryan?" Rebecca whispered the words softly, the wind
taken out of her sails.
Bryan sunk into a feeling of calm. He had no control so he just
relinquished all of his anger into determination to not let this woman
defeat him. Casually, at just above a whisper, he recounted to his wife
the short version of what had happened. " I wanted to know if it was true
...once you go black ...dancing ...and for the first time in my life
Rebecca, I felt alive." He finished his monologue as he fought back the
tears. He was now truly free.
"Becky, your hubby left out a few key details," the familiar way she called
her name dripping with condescension. Not waiting for Bryan to fill in the
details, she said, "Do you remember how good you felt when Derrick's hard,
black cock was ramming your tight white pussy? Well, you and Bryan have
that in common. He's all too familiar with that sensation as well. And if
memory serves me correctly, he was begging and screaming for more. Isn't
that right, Derrick?"
Derrick spoke up for the first time since the foursome sat at the table.
He was more than just a lackey; he was an equally competent and capable
dominator. The effects of his workouts showed beneath the tailored suit
that draped his body like it was custom made for him, and obviously, it
was. Derrick was professing how tight, slutty, and horny fucking Bryan was
and comparing notes to determine which partner had been the better lay.
Bryan couldn't hear any of his comments, he felt like he was about to pass
out.
Derrick signaled for the check and the waiter promptly brought it to the
table. "Would the gentleman like for our limousine to take you to your
usual suite at The Ritz this evening?" Derrick threw () crisp 100 bills
on the table and said, "That would be fine, and make sure that our guests
here have their bill covered as well. That should take care of everything,
correct?"
"Yes sir," the waiter said. Bryan was not sure if he could detect a hint
of submissive gleam in the waiter's eyes when he bowed graciously and left
to signal for the driver.
"Come Becky, let's powder our noses while the boys catch up." Desire stood
and extended her hand to Rebecca. Bryan had to stand to let her out of the
booth and they two ladies trotted off arm in arm, Rebecca looking back like
an abducted C stolen from her F loving embrace.
Bryan stared at the cleared table, unable to look Derrick in the eye. Five
minutes passed and he grew more and more uncomfortable with each passing
second. He could tell Derrick was staring at him the entire time. "She's
eating Desiree's pussy right now, you realize that don't you?"
Bryan looked up in shock, his eyes wide with wonder. "There's no way,
Rebecca isn't ...she wouldn't..." His voice trailed off, reminded of the
things he's been convinced to do and enjoy and Desires command.
Just then, the two ladies returned to the table. Rebecca moved with a
casual elegance about her, a certain lightness. She certainly wasn't the
same woman that left the table minutes ago. She walked up to Bryan and
slid in next to him. She leaned over and kissed Bryan full on the mouth.
There was no denying the taste of pussy on her mouth. He had tasted that
sweet nectar before and remembered it all too well. She tasted different,
slightly saltier somehow but Bryan was intoxicated by the taste. He was
lost in his own lustful desires to taste that pussy when he reached for
Rebecca's waist and felt her dress was damp.
He backed away and looked Rebecca in the eye. She didn't look away. He
glanced at Desire with a confused look on his face. It wasn't possible.
There was no fucking way in hell that it was possible. That taste
. . . the damp dress. Desire laughed, "I've had so much champagne this
evening, sometimes I get a little confused. The toilet is white; Becky's
mouth is white . . ."
"Rebecca?"
Rebecca didn't bother to answer. She took Bryan's hand and discreetly
shoved it between her pantiless thighs. She was soaking wet. Bryan looked
at his wife and she was no longer the conservative woman that made meatloaf
every Thursday and sold raffle tickets for the PTA. She was a hot,
desirable, lustful woman that looked incredible. "I'm horny, hornier than
I've ever been in my life. I want to do this Bryan. Let's take a chance.
If we let go of this opportunity, we may never get it again." She
hesitated a moment and added, "Bryan, we are both sluts for black cock and
for black pussy, why are we trying to deny it?"
With that simple declaration, everything in Bryan's world changed. There
was no turning back. His wife had spoken the words that would alter their
realties forever. They were sluts for black cock and black pussy. Bryan
closed his eyes and opened them to a new reality. He wanted to be baptized
with the golden nectar of Mistress Desire; he wanted to be used by Derrick
any way he saw fit. He wanted to eat Rebecca's pussy when her belly was
swollen and full with Derrick's B. It was as if in an instant he was a
new person.
"Your car is ready," the waiter announced as he held Desire's chair out.
Desire held her arm out for Bryan to take and he did so willingly. Derrick
slid around and took Rebecca's arm and the foursome walked out arm in arm
much differently than they had entered.
The limo was waiting for them at the curb. The driver held the door while
they piled in. There was a full bar and TV and all the trappings of a limo
but there was a case of openly displayed sex toys there as well. Bryan
tried not to stare and act nonchalant about it. Rebecca was seated in
between Desire and Derrick and Bryan sat across from them. The car sat
motionless as Desire said, "Bryan pull down your pants and bend over, I
want to get put a butt plug in you to get you ready for tonight.
Bryan froze for a second. It was the exact same feeling he had in the bar.
He was angry and defiant but intoxicated with the power this Black woman
held over him. She owned him and he did what she requested with pride,
wanting to show his wife that he had no shame in being such a slut. He
slid his pants down to his knees and followed instructions by kneeling on
the floor of the limo.
"Becky, I want you to put it in, which one of these lovelies would you like
to see in him ...that one? Why not that one? Yes, I think he would like
that one much better." Bryan arched his back. He wanted to take the
biggest one there was with ease, to show that he could handle anything they
dished out.
His wife inquired about lube and Derrick said, "Damn, we forgot the lube,
you'll have to lick his asshole to get it wet or stick it in dry." Bryan
froze. He feared that his wife would take out her anger at his
infidelities on his unlubed asshole. His fears didn't last long as he felt
the soft touch of his wife's tongue on his rear hole. In their entire time
together, she had never done anything like that. It felt damn good. She
was licking his ass and moaning. Bryan glanced around to see that Desire
was fingering Rebecca's pussy at the same time. The pleasure he felt was
quickly changed when he felt the tip of a gigantic butt plug about to
penetrate him. He pushed out, trying to accommodate the mammoth toy. It
felt heavenly, finally filled where he had felt so empty since Derrick has
last been there.
"Pull up your pants," Derrick said. He tapped on the window and the driver
opened the door. Everyone looked at Bryan and he knew he was expected to
get out. He froze. The driver held the door and Bryan emerged out into
the night and turned back to see his wife and her two black lovers fondling
her openly. The driver closed the door and opened the passenger side door
for Bryan. He felt relieved momentarily, until he sat and felt the butt
plug in his ass and moaned in discomfort. The driver, a white man that
looked to be in his late forties, put the partition up between the front
and back seat and pulled his cock out. It was already erect and Bryan
stared at him, wondering how many times he had done this sort of ritual
with Derrick and Desire. The driver seemed happy to just stroke his cock
occasionally, keeping it erect as he drove about the city.
The heavily tinted windows shielded them from the rest of the world. Bryan
was mesmerized by the events of the night. Within the last hour and a
half, he had found out that his wife had been having a secret cyber affair
with a Black man, that that same black man had fucked her in their very
house, he revealed to his wife that he had become submissive to a Black
dominatrix and enjoyed taking her lover's black cock in his ass. He had
tasted the evidence of his wife drinking Desire's piss and he now had a
huge butt plug in his ass sitting next to a man that was jerking off
casually while his wife was in the back seat between two Dominant Black
people. Bryan rested his head on the partition and pulled his own cock out
for some stimulation.
He was enjoying the night scenery, the pressure in his ass and the public
jerk off he and the driver were sharing when he heard moans coming from the
back seat. They were the unmistakable moans of his wife, in the throws of
*******. He listened intently. She was screaming now, loudly, without
censor. His wife was a slut, begging to get fucked.
Desire turned on the intercom so he didn't have to strain to hear. Every
sound was as clear as a bell. "Yes Becky, suck that big, Black cock. It's
so much better than your hubby's pathetic little one, isn't it?" Rebecca
moaned her affirmation with a mouth full of meat. "You love that THICK,
LONG, BLACK DICK fucking your slutty mouth, don't you?" There was more
moaning and slobbering. Bryan was embarrassed but more aroused than ever.
He wanted to hear his wife say that his cock couldn't satisfy her. He
wanted her to say that only a big, Black cock could please her. He stroked
harder and harder waiting to hear more.
He heard Derrick say, "Look you white bitch, if you are going to suck it,
suck my fucking cock you whore," and he heard the sounds of his wife
*******. He knew Derrick had his strong black fingers grasping the blonde
hair of his wife and was forsing her down on his stiff erection. He heard
the sounds of Mistress Desire slapping her ass and finally Rebecca gasping
for air. (TC - This part right here, made me unload
)
"More, give me more of that Black cock," she was screaming and coughing
like a wounded *******. Every time he heard the staccato sound of her ass
being slapped, her voice went down an octave like she was being transformed
into a wild beast.
"Come here you cunt, eat my pussy and you better make me cum." Bryan had
tears in his eyes; he was grinding in the seat and humping that butt plug
deeper and deeper in his ass. He ached to see the action. "Yeah you white
cunt, eat my sweet, hairy black cunt, show her what a good lady
you are." The words rang in Bryan's ears. He visualized his pristine wife
lapping at the silky folds of flesh between the thighs of a Dominant Black
woman. He heard her dress rip and he gasped for air. What was happening
back there?
"Oh yes, fuck me Master. Mistress, make me eat your sweet, juicy pussy.
Mistress, I've been such a bad Lady, Tell Master to spank me hard while he rams
that gorgeous fuck stick in and out of my slutty pussy. I'm a bad Lady,
aren't I Mistress. Only Bad Ladys like to get fucked like whores by big black
cocks and like to eat pussy, don't they Mistress?"
If he hadn't heard that voice every day for the past 10 years of his life,
Bryan would have sworn it was someone else saying those words. He spit on
his hand and stroked his cock even harder. Not ashamed any more, he
lowered his pants, removed them, and placed his feet on the dashboard. He
grabbed the base of the butt plug and tried to push it deeper in while he
kept listening to the sounds of his wife getting fucked.
The cum in Bryan's nuts was about to shoot out of his cock. He was
stroking so hard, so fast, moaning louder than his wife. If he could just
see what was happening. He heard Desire moaning in sensual delight and the
sounds of licking and the unmistakable sounds of hardcore fucking.
Bryan heard the sounds of Desire on the verge of orgasm. He had heard
those melodic sounds before and they were music to his ears. Derrick was
lost in his own pleasure as well, yelling out, "Take my cock, bitch, and
take every fucking inch. If you're lucky, I'll cum in your used hole and
let lover boy up there lick it out.
There was no turning back. Bryan was out of control. His heart was
aching. He needed to see the action. The words poured through the
intercom, a melange of voices and cries," Fuck me, eat my pussy, take this
black cock bitch, it hurts, that feels good, more, don't stop, fucking
slut, use me . . ." it was a cacophony of erotic words made into a
soundtrack of lust and pure, hedonistic desire.
Bryan was sure that all four of them came at the same time. Bryan captured
his cum in his hand and licked it like a greedy slut, careful not to make a
mess for the driver to have to clean up. The driver, erect and still
stroking himself, concentrated on the road, surely hired for his services
for his discretion and his safety.
The car pulled into the driveway of the Ritz. After a moment to pull
himself together, the driver opened the passenger side door and Bryan
stepped out into the night. He opened the door to the back and Derrick and
Desire emerged impeccably. Rebecca had the obvious signs of being fucked.
Her hair was matted and sweaty, her dress slightly torn, her lipstick
smeared across, and her face was glistening with the telltale signs of cum.
At that moment, Bryan was sure he had never seen his wife look more
beautiful. The doorman held the door for them.
"I'm pleased you'll be staying with us this weekend. If there is anything
you'll require, be sure to let me know."
Derrick tipped him what looked to be a one hundred dollar bill and slapped
him on the back. 'We're expecting () of our friends to show up in a
couple of hours. Be sure to show them directly to our room."
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