Black Cock: 10 Inch Cock Training

Summary: Straight married man becomes a cocksucker and willing bottom.

Note 1: This story is dedicated to goamz86 and to making one of his fantasies as real as possible.

Note 2: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing this story.

Note 3: Although this story is mostly a GAY interracial story, it is really a much deeper story about one man's lengthy journey of sexual self-discovery. Besides being about a man becoming a cocksucker, it's also about the changing relationship in the bedroom with his lovely wife.

In the first part of this trilogy, Black Cock: 1 Day Changes Everything, Greg catches his friend being ass fucked by an 18-ear-old black boy. Soon he is drawn into the world of sexual gay submission as he is unable to resist the temptation of sucking black cock. Meanwhile, slowly he also becomes more submissive to his suddenly dominant beautiful loving wife who has no idea of his newfound lust for black dick.

Be warned... this story ended up being WAY longer than I originally anticipated... but I hope it proves a worthwhile effort.

Black Cock: 10 Inch Cock Training

MONDAY

They say once you go black, you don't go back. And although that was meant for women... it seemed to definitely also be true for men, or at least for me and Andy and James.

Also true, once you have discovered a submissive side to you, one you seriously didn't know you had, there is no going back either... no matter how many times you desperately try to regain your manhood.

I had submitted to an eighteen year old black guy and his ten inch cock, and ever since, I couldn't stop thinking about it, no matter how hard I tried.

Simultaneously, the dynamics in the bedroom with my wife had also changed dramatically and it seemed like it would continue to do so, no matter how hard I tried to regain the control I once had.

The reality was setting in that I would fail to reverse either situation and pay dearly with consequence.

It was a couple days after I had sucked Malcolm's cock for the second time at a children's park at night, sneaking out on my wife to do it, that he texted me again.

Cocksucker,

Meet me at Arnie's at 10:30.

Last stall.


I glanced at my watch.

It was 9:08. I had about an hour left on my current service call and then was supposed to be at my next appointment at 10:30.

I sighed.

Both because he expected me to be at his beck and call and also because my mouth instantly watered at the idea of having that big black dick back in my mouth.

I then recalled last night.



My wife, usually submissive in bed, had made me fuck her to orgasm with a black vibrator she called Big Blackie and then roughly fucked my face as she made me clean up the pussy cum covered toy.

She even asked, her tone sexy, "You like sucking my vibe, don't you?"

Truthfully, I wished it was bigger and real, but I answered, enjoying the submission, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" She asked, before adding, "Be specific."

I don't know why I answered so specifically, but I responded, "Yes, I love sucking your big black cock, Mistress."

"Mmmm," she purred, "Mistress, I like that," although thankfully she missed the description of the cock that I was really referring to."

So drawn into the submission, I repeated, "And I love sucking your big black cock, Mistress."

I leaned forward, took the black toy back in my mouth and bobbed like an eager cocksucker, imagining it was Malcolm's big cock.

"Such a good cocksucker," my wife purred, before adding, "now come and fuck your Mistress's cunt."

Hearing her use the word cunt was still strange, but my cock was rock hard and I eagerly obeyed her demand.

She lay on her back, spread her legs and I moved in-between them and slid my small cock, so small in comparison to Malcolm, into her hot box.

"That's it, fuck me with that big dick of yours," she moaned, which either was very sweet because she likely knew I was rather small, or she was completely oblivious to how big a normal cock was. Yet,
I knew the latter wasn't true, as she had been pretty promiscuous before we started dating.

I pounded away, trying to do the best I could with the equipment The Lord gave me.

"Oh yes, harder, deeper," she moaned, things I wasn't sure I was capable of doing.

Yet, I tried, fucking her as hard as I could...sweat pouring down my brow.

"Oh yes, pound your Mistress," she moaned, as my balls boiled.

"I'm about to cum," I grunted, before immediately shooting my load.

As soon as I was done, she demanded, "Now clean up my cunt."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, shame and excitement coursing through me.

I buried my face in her cunt and retrieved the cum that was leaking out of her... which was beginning to be expected after I came in her.

It was humiliating... It was submissive... It was exhilarating.


Anyway, I finished my work and drove over to Arnie's, a family restaurant that was close to the school.

Arriving, I was nervous. What if I knew someone there?

I texted:

I can't do this.

I had just sent it when there was a knock on my window startling me.

It was Malcolm.

I reluctantly rolled down the window and he said, "I thought we talked about your obedience?"

Way stronger when he wasn't in front of me, or beside me in this case, I explained, "It's just such a public place."

Malcolm shrugged, "First, the owner and I have an agreement. He gets chocolate once in a while and I get to use his bathroom uninterrupted when I desire."

"Oh," was all I could muster, immediately wondering how Mr. Looper ended up submitting to Malcolm.

"So we can do this in your van or in the store," Malcolm offered.

Thinking the back of the van was completely secluded, I suggested, "The van."

"Cool," he nodded, as he walked in front of the van and to the other side.

I got out, walked around too, to see he had already entered the side door.

I looked around, saw no one watching, (why would there be) and went inside also.

Once I closed the door, Malcolm ordered, "Hurry up, cocksucker."

He was sitting on a crate, his dick already out.

Like the last time, every little bit of resistance I had disappeared as his cock beckoned me to it.

I wanted to be on my knees

I wanted to have his cock in my mouth.

I wanted to be his cocksucker.

I wanted his cum.

I wordlessly dropped to my knees and then had to shift myself lower as the crate was shorter than a chair.

It was awkward but soon I had his beautiful, only slightly erect, cock in my mouth.

I loved the feeling of it growing in my mouth becoming something bigger, thicker, harder and more powerful.

As odd as it sounds, my whole body warmed as I made his cock grow... of course, my cock grew too.

"So should you be working right now?" Malcolm asked.

I nodded, as best I could, while beginning to suck his now fully erect dick.

"Well, you do have a new volunteering job," he chuckled, before adding, "like a volunteer firefighter, you get to play with a hose."

Ironically, there was a time when I had wanted to be a firefighter. Although, I never imagined I would be playing with such a hose.

"Take more, cocksucker," Malcolm ordered, before adding, "Because we will keep your training going until you can take all ten inches in that slut mouth of yours."

And I obeyed, although still not able to fathom the possibility of taking all ten inches of his cock in my mouth. I bobbed hungrily, attempting to take more and more.

"That's it cocksucker," he groaned, "could you imagine if your coworkers knew you were a cocksucker?"

The thought of my coworkers knowing I sucked cock was mortifying. The majority were homophobes (I was a homophobe until I saw Andy popping on Malcolm's cock) and I would be an outcast instantly.

Malcolm continued, "I bet they would all take turns using your mouth."

I doubted it, and the idea oddly didn't appeal to me at all. I mean I liked his cock in my mouth, his black cock, but the idea of other men's cocks did nothing for me.

"Or is it only black cock you crave?" he questioned.

I didn't answer as I had his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, but the answer was definitely only black cock... although only his black cock.

"I think you would take any cock in your mouth given the opportunity," he continued, before adding, "maybe even your daughter's boyfriend."

Before I could respond, he pulled out, grunted and shot his load on my face, even getting some directly in my eye.

After he finished, he laughed, "I guess I should have warned you, cum in the eye can be rather painful, I'm told."

I remained on my knees, my left eye closed as I attempted to wipe the cum off it.

He added, "Now I want that cum on your face while you drive. You can wipe it off once you get to your next job," he ordered.

"Really?" I asked, my whole face feeling sticky, as I opened my eyes.

"Take a picture when you get there to show me you obeyed, cocksucker," he said, as he opened the door and walked away before I could say anything else.

Frustrated at my weakness and my inability to stand up for myself, I slammed my fist on the floor. Realizing I was late, I got out of the van, hurried around to the driver's side and began driving... feeling shame coursing through me.

At every red light, I felt as if every vehicle could see the cum on my face... see my shame.

Once I reached my next stop, I decided I wasn't going to take the picture. I wasn't going to have visual evidence sent from my phone that could be used against me.

Instead, I drove to a nearby gas station, scurried to the washroom and quickly washed my face. As I did, I saw how red my eye was.

'Fuck', I sighed to myself, I quickly googled 'cum in the eye' on my phone and read that it was usually a temporary reddening of the eye.

I washed my eye as best I could before heading to my next stop.

My cell phone buzzed a half dozen times during my next stop, but I ignored them.

When I got back in my van part way through the lunch hour, I decided to check my messages even though I knew I shouldn't.

Where's the picture?

Are you there yet?

Are you disobeying me, cocksucker?

I'm very disappointed in you, cocksucker?

You will be punished for your disobedience!

You better be at Arnie's by 12:45 or else!!

I decided, yet again, that I was done with this. The longer I obeyed, the worse I was going to make it.

I texted Malcolm:

I can't make it. Caught in traffic.

He texted back:

Bullshit. Be here ASAP or I fuck your daughter. I bet she would love ten inches of black cock. I mean like father, like daughter.

Plus, we both know you fucking crave nigger dick.

I sighed.

Frustratingly, I did crave his cock even though I had just sucked it a couple of hours ago.

Frustratingly, my weakness had put my daughter at risk.

Frustratingly, I felt myself turn and head towards the expected destination.

As I reached the location, I saw James, my daughter's boyfriend and another of Malcolm's cocksuckers, walking out of Arnie's. The look of guilt on his face made it clear to me that he had just sucked cock... the guilt was written all over his face.

This made me wonder.

Who had he sucked? If Malcolm, why was I there?

I sighed heavily, before getting out of the work van and walking into the restaurant, even as I adjusted my frustratingly stiff cock.

Head down, avoiding anyone I may know, and thankful the washroom was at the front of the restaurant, I headed right to the washroom and was very happy when I found it was empty, except for a pair of legs in the last stall.

I nervously hurried to the stall and closed it. I gasped. It wasn't Malcolm, but a different, chubbier black teenage boy.

He was smiling at me smugly.

I stammered, "U-u-uh, wrong stall."

He laughed loudly, "It's the right stall, cocksucker. Knees, bitch."

He roughly put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me onto the floor.

He was a huge boy and I was helpless against him.

He ordered, "Fish out my cock, faggot. Malcolm says you need practice and punishment."

I looked up at him and pleaded, "Please, I don't want to do this."

"I bet you will change your tune once you see my majestic snake," he smirked, his big hands still on my shoulders. He added, "White boys always do. Get it out now!"

His tone scared me and I obeyed the request, even as I asked, "Are you eighteen?"

He laughed, "White faggot, wants to know if I'm legal, how cute. But actually I'm nineteen, I just failed algebra a few times."

As I fished out his fully-erect cock I gasped. It was indeed majestic. It was a little smaller than Malcolm's, but thicker and it seemed, oddly, to be shining.

As if reading my mind while I stared at his thick dick, he explained, "I had your daughter's boyfriend get it nice and hard for you."

I gasped. He was expecting me to suck his cock, a cock that James had apparently just sucked, which explained its sheen.

I asked, "Where is Malcolm?"

"Probably fucking your daughter," he shrugged. "Now get sucking, unless you want this in your cunt."

He was so vulgar, yet I believed his implied threat, and prayed he was wrong about my daughter. Hoping to do this quickly and then call my daughter, I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth, trying to ignore the reality that I was taking James's saliva in my mouth as well.

"That's it, cocksucker, nice and slow," he groaned. "I expect my white faggots to treat my cock with awe and love."

The words were ludicrous and yet now on my knees, with his cock in my mouth, I was indeed in awe of it.

It frustrated me how my mind shifted from determined to submissive in a heartbeat.

I obeyed, moving slowly, taking more and more of his rock hard cock in my mouth. As I did, I wondered two things:

1. How much James had taken in his mouth?

2. Where was Malcolm? I prayed he wasn't with my daughter.

I wanted to bob fast and get his load and call her, yet I also wanted to enjoy the sensation that was sucking big black cock... which again made me feel ashamed at my utter weakness.

I really was a cocksucker, I thought to myself as I took almost half his cock in my mouth, his girth widening my mouth unnaturally.

"Not bad, faggot," he commented, after a couple of minutes, "now start sucking like the cum craving faggot you are."

Although I hated the derogatory terms from this stranger, I also hated myself for the reality that the name calling turned me on.

I began bobbing faster, wanting to get his load both for my own hunger but also so I could get out of here.

Suddenly, the door opened and I froze.

The stranger slapped my head and ordered, "Keep sucking, faggot," loud enough for whoever just walked in to hear.

I was mortified; the thought of getting caught sucking cock was utterly terrifying... my marriage and career were at risk.

Yet, I had no choice but to continue sucking, praying that whoever came in wouldn't notice or stick around.

"Is that you Jerome?" someone asked.

"Yeah, it's me," the guy I was sucking responded.

The guy outside the stall asked, in a deep voice that made me think he was black, "Is that a new cocksucker in there with you or a regular?"

Jerome, apparently that was the name of the guy whose cock was in my mouth, answered, "A new one. He's one of Malcolm's recruits."

"Nice," the voice said. "Is he available for anyone?"

My eyes went wide. I was already mortified to be on my knees with a stranger named Jerome's cock in my mouth, now doubling the possibility of getting caught. I sure didn't want even more strangers seeing me; strangers who may go to my daughter's school, may know her... may even know me.

"Unfortunately," Jerome replied, "this cocksucker is currently only on a nigger diet."

"You sure?" the voice said, "I really have a full load ready to erupt."

"Sorry, man," Jerome responded, "Malcolm has rules. You guys know that."

"Fine," he said, as I heard zipper sounds.

"I guess I'll just shoot my load in this twink," the other voice said.

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, Jerome looked down at me and said, as if he was speaking the gospel, "All white boys and white men are cocksuckers deep down."

I didn't respond with words, but my action probably only proved his theory as I leaned forward and took his cock back in my mouth.

He chuckled, "Although not all of them are as eager as you are."

I hated that he thought I was eager.

I hated even more that he was right.

Once I saw his big black cock I wanted it in my mouth... my resistance broken instantly and now I wanted to finish what I had started.

I bobbed hungrily, wanting to get him off, get his cum... curious, truthfully, if his cum tasted any different than Malcolm's.

I also wanted to call my daughter... praying Malcolm was bluffing.

"Do you want my cum, nigger lover?" Jerome grunted, seemingly close.

I moaned on his cock in response as I kept bobbing hungrily, an insatiable hunger for cum burning through me.

"Such a faggot," he groaned, before depositing his load in me. Unlike the cannonball-like explosion out of Malcolm's cock, his cum oozed out of his cock and into my mouth.

"So good," he moaned, as I milked his cock, slowly swallowing his seemingly never-ending load.

And although the taste was slightly tangier and ostensibly heavier than Malcolm's, it was equally enjoyable.

When he pulled out, he said, "I think Malcolm has found a lifer."

I didn't say anything. The task done, my hunger quenched, my entire mind shifted to embarrassment and shame.

Why did I like sucking cock so much?

Why did I turn so easily from reluctant to eager the moment a black cock was in my face?

"Did you enjoy sucking my dick, faggot?" he asked, his dick still in front of me.

Seeing cum hanging from the end of his dick I mindlessly leaned forward and licked the cum before it fell to the ground.

"Holy fuck," he roared, "you're the most eager cocksucker I've ever seen."

My face burned red as I realized what I had just instinctively done and how gay that looked

"I'll ask again," he said, "even though the answer is obvious. Did you like sucking my dick?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Would you be willing to suck it again?" he questioned.

"I don't know," I answered, so humiliated by my actions, yet knowing if it was offered to me I would undoubtedly return to my knees.

"I think I know the answer," he said, as he put his dick away.

I didn't respond, just wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

"I'll chat with Malcolm about having you come over to my brother's frat house one day. They are always looking for new white faggots to spit-roast," he added.

I had no idea what spit-roast meant, but knew I was getting deeper and deeper into a sick, twisted game of submission of which I was losing control.

As I remained on my knees bewildered, he added, "Don't worry, it's a black only frat house, you will be in heaven,"

Then before I could say anything else, he opened the stall door and walked out. He laughed a moment later, "Close the stall, cocksucker."

Realizing the other two were apparently in a stall and that I could scurry out without being caught, I quickly stood up and began to leave. Yet, even though I knew I shouldn't, I couldn't resist looking at the open stall.

And I froze.
My next door neighbour, Edward, a nerdy kid who mowed our lawn, was riding a big cock in his ass. His eyes were closed, so he didn't see me, yet the Hispanic guy did. He smiled, and asked, "Enjoying the show?"

I quickly left without answering and, thankfully, before Edward learned my secret or that he knew I now knew his.

I reached my van and sped off; my head again spinning... was everyone I knew a cocksucker or faggot?

I called my daughter as soon as I was away from the scene of the crime. She was just returning from lunch with her friends, she said, and heading to class. Relieved that Malcolm was indeed bluffing or at the very least just threatening, I headed back to work.

I worked the rest of the afternoon without being interrupted by Malcolm, and had a relaxing evening. It was my wife's bridge night, so I had the house to myself and just went to Netflix and binged on 'House of Cards'.

By the time I went to bed, Marcia wasn't home yet, which wasn't uncommon.

What was uncommon was being woken up for sex. Especially, when I opened my eyes and realized a pussy was in my face.

"Get eating, Mistress is horny," Marcia slurred, clearly quite drunk.

Although still not fully awake, I leaned up and began licking.

"That's right, slave, lick your Mistress's cunt," she moaned.

Being called a 'slave' woke up my cock.

After just a few seconds, she began grinding her pussy on my face. Her cunt was soaking wet, like it often was when she was drunk and horny, although she'd never ground her face on me like that before. I tried licking as best I could, but really she was getting herself off with my tongue, nose and face.

In only a couple of minutes, thank God, as I was struggling to breath in the confined space, she shifted from grinding to bouncing as she came on me.

"Yes," she screamed, "eat my cum you fucking slave slut."

And I did, in awe of her treatment of me and in awe of how hard my cock was at the rough treatment. I couldn't believe how much our sexual relationship had changed in just over a week.

Once she was done, she rolled over and said all sexily, "I see being used like a slut got you horny, baby."

I admitted with a smile, "I've never been used for a booty call before."

"Well, get used to it," she smiled, "you're my bitch now."

"Don't you mean slave?" I questioned, playing along, as I sat up with plans to fuck her.

"You're both," she shrugged. "Today you're my slave, but one day soon I plan to make you my bitch."

Her words intrigued me, and scared me a bit. As I moved between her legs she ordered, "Stop."

I did.

"Such an obedient pet," she purred, as she sat up and took my cock in her hands.

I groaned, realizing how many times my cock had been hard today and then ignored and surprised I hadn't jerked off while I was home alone.

"Does my slave need to come?" she asked, as she began jerking me off.

"Yes," I nodded.

She stopped and yanked my dick rather hard. "Yes, what?" she questioned, her soft, sexy voice suddenly transformed into a firm, annoyed one.

I groaned, in a bad way, the yanking hurting a bit, before correcting myself, surprised completely by her shift in demeanour, "Yes, Mistress."

"And don't forget it," she said, resuming stoking my cock.

"Sorry, Mistress," I apologized, both turned on completely by her firm dominant behaviour, and yet equally mortified at being dominated in such a way by her.

I was the man in the house. I was supposed to be in charge.

As if reading my mind, she explained, "In the bedroom, I am the Mistress always, is that clear?"

"Y-y-yes, Mistress," I stammered, still surprised by her firmness... she had always been the submissive one in the bedroom, willing to do almost anything to please me sexually.

"Do you want your Mistress to suck your cock?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, desperately wanting to feel her warm volcanic mouth wrapped around my painfully rigid cock.

"And what will you do for your Mistress in return?" she asked, again talking sexy, as she flicked my mushroom top with her tongue.

"Anything, Mistress," I moaned, "I am yours to please."

"Do you really mean anything?" she asked, looking up at me, still stroking my cock.

I was a little nervous at her question and her mischievous grin and tone, yet nodded, "Yes, Mistress, I'll do anything you want."

"Delicious," she purred, before taking my cock in her mouth.

She easily took my whole cock in her mouth and began bobbing quickly, her blow jobs while drunk usually even better than her sober ones (and those are epic).

In less than a minute, I could feel my balls boiling and I did what I often did when close, I grabbed her head to fuck her face to completion like she always loved me to do in the past.

To my surprise, she pulled back, my about to explode cock leaving her inferno of pleasure, as she scolded me with venom, "How dare you treat your Mistress so disrespectfully!"

I was shocked. This was rather routine treatment. Yet, seeing the real anger in her eyes, she wasn't playing me, I apologized, "Sorry, Mistress, I was so excited I got irrational."

"Yes, you did," she scolded. "Your punishment will be no coming tonight. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, feeling devastated. I was seconds away from coming and now I had to ignore the desperate longing of orgasm.

"Good night," she said, laying back down and rolling over, like she did on those very, very rare occasions where we got into a fight before bed.

I considered going to the washroom and getting myself off, but somehow felt compelled to obey my wife's order.

So I too returned to lying down... although I sure as hell didn't sleep well.

TUESDAY

The next morning, my wife was in the kitchen making breakfast and acted as she did every morning: sweet and thoughtful. She poured me coffee and had bacon and eggs on the table.

I considered making a joke about blue balls, which I was pretty sure I had at the moment, but decided against it.

To my surprise, the entire day I was left alone. No texts from Malcolm. Which was good because after being forced to blow a complete stranger and almost getting caught by my next door neighbour, I was done.

That night, I had just finished supper when I got the text:

Did you enjoy Jerome yesterday?

I responded:

We need to talk.

He responded back:

What do you think we are... a couple?

I talk, you suck!

I order, you obey!

Is that clear?

Before I could respond, unsure what to say to such a black and white response, he texted again:

Clearly you either enjoyed your punishment or are not too quick at catching on.

Be in your garage in fifteen minutes.

You have work to do.

My eyes went big.

He was coming to my house.

My wife was home.

My daughter was home.

I texted back:

Please don't come over here.

He didn't respond, as I stared at my phone waiting for a response that wasn't coming.

I had to stop this once and for all.

I was losing control of my life.

I was at the whim of an 18-year-old black teen and his cock.

My wife had taken control in the bedroom.

I was completely lost and unsure who I was anymore.

Was this my mid-life crisis? But instead of buying an overpriced sports car or a motorcycle I had become a cocksucker to a teenager and a slave to my wife.

I went to the garage deciding to end this once and for all and not wanting him to knock on my door. How the hell would I explain that?

My garage was a work garage and didn't have any vehicles in it, so it was very rare for my wife or daughter to go in it. Thus, I felt it was unlikely I would get caught by either of them... although I had no intention of sucking his cock today... or ever again.

This had to end.

I told my wife I was going to work in the garage for a while as she was reading a book and headed out.

I waited about five minutes, playing in my head what to say.

I felt like a teenager trying to find the words to break up with a girl.

I was nervous.

I was nauseous.

I opened the side door slightly so he could walk in without making any sort of noise.

He walked in and so did James.

'Fuck' I thought to myself.

Malcolm said, "You know James, don't you, cocksucker?"

"Don't," I firmly said, trying to keep any shred of dignity I had with my daughter's boyfriend.

"Knees, cocksucker," Malcolm ordered, ignoring me.

I watched James drop to his knees his face showing the same shame I currently felt. He was as mortified as I was to be in this situation.

I didn't follow suit.

"Ahhh, still playing defiant," Malcolm said, smiling. "James, what happens to cocksuckers who disobey me?"

"They get punished, sir," James answered.

"Have you been punished?" Malcolm asked the kneeling James.

"Yes, sir," James nodded, refusing to make eye contact with me.

"How?" Malcolm continued.

"Stop!" I ordered. "That is enough."

Malcolm sighed heavily. He then said, "Cocksucker, apparently you need to learn your place." He walked directly in front of me, glared into my eyes and continued, "You never, and I mean fucking never, interrupt me or tell me what to do. Is that fucking understood?"

Suddenly scared, I tried to explain, "It's just, we can't do this..."

"Is that fucking understood?" he repeated, louder, putting his hands on my shoulders and roughly pushing me to my knees.

"Please," I weakly protested, realizing I was again losing.

"Please, what?" he asked, "Please may I suck your big nigger cock in front of my daughter's boyfriend? Why, yes you can."

"No, I..." I began to respond, even as I could see the bulge in his pants which frustratingly made my mouth water.

"Now, cocksucker," he demanded, "or I go inside and offer my services to the two ladies of the house."

"Do it, Mr. Benson," James spoke up. "He isn't bluffing."

I couldn't fathom Malcolm having the balls to walk into my house and offer his cock to my wife or daughter, yet based on the hypnotic power he and his cock had over me, Andy, James and assumedly others, I couldn't risk it.

Absurdly, I had to suck his cock to protect my wife and daughter.

Yet I pleaded one more time, "Please, not here."

"Then get me off quick and you can return to your vanilla suburban life," Malcolm ordered.

Thinking the best way to end this was to suck him and, truth be told, I wanted to suck him, although not in my garage or in front of James, I quickly fished out his cock, which was completely hard and with a slight sheen, and took it in my mouth.

Malcolm moaned, "Good, cocksucker. Suck on my dick just like your daughter's boyfriend did on the drive over here."

For the second time in two days, I was sucking a cock that had my daughter's boyfriend's saliva on it. It just compounded the humiliation, as did the reality that James was watching me suck cock.

Malcolm asked, "Doesn't he look good with a mouthful of cock?"

"Yes, sir," James answered, before adding, "he looks right at home."

"Yet, he doesn't realize how lucky he is, does he?" Malcolm continued, as I furiously bobbed on his big black cock.

"No, he doesn't, sir," James replied, before adding, the words sounding ridiculous out of the white all-American quarterback, "he doesn't seem to understand how lucky he is to be able to worship black cock like we were born to do."

Malcolm added, "Hear that, cocksucker? This is what you were born to do."

The words of both of them seemed so lubricious, yet as much as I wanted to deny it, to adamantly protest it, I indeed felt natural on my knees, with his cock in my mouth.

"Come here, cocksucker," Malcolm ordered.

"Yes, sir," James responded.

"Do you want to suck your girlfriend's dad's cock?" Malcolm asked, as my eyes went big... this fucked up situation getting more fucked up.

"No, sir," he responded.

"But you will if I tell you to?" Malcolm questioned.

"Of course, sir," James answered, sounding so shockingly submissive.

"Why?" Malcolm asked.

"Because I will do anything to serve you, sir," James answered.

"And what was your punishment for disobeying me a couple of months ago?" Malcolm continued, as he clearly tried to show me just how powerful he was.

"You ass fucked me in front of all my black teammates, sir," James revealed.

"And now?" Malcolm asked.

"I'm a two hole cum bucket for all my black teammates," James admitted, his voice sounding like he may cry.

"And?" Malcolm questioned.

"And I love it," James admitted.

"Because?" Malcolm continued his leading one word questions.

"I was born to serve black men," James answered.

"Good boy," Malcolm nodded, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. "My new cocksucker hasn't learned these valuable lessons yet."

Not wanting James to suck me, not wanting to be ass fucked, I apologized, "I'm so sorry, Master. I won't disobey again."

"Ever?" he questioned, as he turned sideways and James wordlessly took the black cock in his mouth.

Oddly, my first thought was jealousy. That was my cock to suck. I then realized once again just how far I had fallen.

"Watch how he takes all ten inches in his mouth," Malcolm ordered me.

And I did. In awe of how easily the massive black cock disappeared in the ridiculously handsome boy's mouth.

"Practice makes perfect," Malcolm explained, "and you need practice."

"Yes, Master," I nodded, wanting his cock back in my mouth.

"Pull out James's cock, cocksucker," he ordered.

I wanted to protest, but I just promised I wouldn't disobey anymore. So reluctantly, humiliatingly, I lay on the ground, and awkwardly pulled out James's completely hard six inch cock.

"Have you fucked his daughter before?" Malcolm asked, as I held his cock in my hand, not wanting to hear the answer I already assumed to be the case.

"Yes, sir," James admitted, as Malcolm pulled his cock out.

"In her ass?" Malcolm questioned, as my eyes went wide.

"On the weekend like you instructed, sir," James admitted, which made me burn with anger.

"Did she like it?" Malcolm asked, as he snapped his fingers and pointed at James's cock.

Completely humiliated past the point of return, I wordlessly, awkwardly leaned forward and took my daughter's boyfriend's cock in my mouth. A cock that had apparently been in her pussy and ass.

"Eventually," James groaned, "once she got used to it. She is pretty insatiable and obedient."

"And when did you last fuck her?" Malcolm asked.

"A couple hours ago," James admitted, which made me freeze, with a mouthful of cock. I was apparently sucking a cock that was recently in my daughter. Was that unique taste I was tasting my daughter's cum?

"Did you shower after shooting your load in her cunt?" Malcolm asked.

"No sir," James admitted.

"So her pussy juice is still on your dick," he smugly questioned.

James, seemingly enjoying the humiliation of his girlfriend's father, answered, "I think it's all in your new cocksucker's mouth now."

"Delicious," Malcolm chuckled as he ordered, "both of you on your knees in front of me."

My face burning red, I thankfully took James cock out of my mouth and knelt in front of Malcolm's erect ten inch cock.

Malcolm slid his cock back in James' mouth and ordered me, "Suck my black balls, cocksucker."

Every time I didn't think I could get any more humiliated, I was wrong. I bent down and took his completely shaved bag in my mouth and searched for his balls... as our faces were practically touching.

"Two eager white cocksuckers," Malcolm groaned.

I sucked on his balls for a couple of minutes until Malcolm grunted and ordered, "Catch it all in your mouth, but don't swallow."

I kept sucking his balls while he assumedly filled James's mouth with cum.

"Now share my cum with your girlfriend's dad," Malcolm ordered.

Again my eyes went big.

Malcolm ordered, "Open your mouth, ball sucker."

I reluctantly did, praying that this meant this humiliating ordeal was almost done even as I was mortified at what I thought was about to happen.

And I was right.

James leaned over me and dropped the cum out of his mouth and into mine. Even after all the submissive derogatory acts I had completed recently, this was a new low.

Yet, as the cum landed in my mouth I swallowed it all and my cock flinched undeniably in my pants.

"Shit, do you guys need to be left alone to make out?" Malcolm quipped as the cum quit dripping in my open mouth, only adding another layer of humiliation to the seemingly never-ending humiliation I was experiencing.

James moved away and I looked up feeling like a cheap slut...humiliation coursing through every pore of my being.

James asked, "May I leave, sir?"

"Yeah, go and visit Jerome," Malcolm responded, as he slid his cock back in my mouth.

"Yes, Master," James nodded, quickly exiting.

Malcolm slowly fucked my mouth for about a minute before he pulled out and said, "So your wife takes it in the ass, right?"

"Yes," I nodded, sheepishly.

"And your daughter takes it in the ass," he continued, as he put his dick away.

"So it sounds," I responded, not happy at all to learn that.

"So, I guess there is only one submissive slut in our house that still needs to be sodomized," he finished before walking out of the garage and leaving me alone.

I quickly got to my feet and sighed. I was getting in way over my head. Malcolm was not only controlling me, but had played a role in my daughter getting ass fucked... and he implied I was next.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

I went back into the house feeling as degraded, shocked and devastated as I had ever been, not to mention helpless at the fact I couldn't see a simple way out of this.

My wife called out, "Done, dear?"

"I hope so," I replied, even though I knew I wasn't, as I replied to a different question than the one she was asking.

"Come watch TV with us," she said and I did.

As I entered the living room I saw my daughter and all I could think of was I was just playing with your boyfriend's cock, I sucked your boyfriend's cock that had your pussy juice on it and you take it in the ass.

I knew then, yet again, that I had to find a way to end this.

Yet, I also knew, I had no idea how to make that happen.

That night, in bed, Marcia again had me go down on her first and then fuck her to orgasm with big blackie before she said, after her orgasm was complete, "You are still being punished for yesterday's disobedience."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, sheepishly. Although I couldn't explain it, my dick was super hard as my mind flashed to all the new revelations and twisted submissions I had done that day.

"But you can jerk yourself off and cum in your hands if you wish," she offered.

Although this was hardly as exciting as any of her three holes, I desperately needed to get off, to stop thinking of my utter humiliation today. I pumped my cock furiously and in less than a minute was about to come.

"Catch every drop of your cum in your other hand, slave," Marcia ordered.

And I did.

Once done, she ordered, again surprising me, "Now eat your cum, cum eater."

I couldn't believe what she was ordering. Did she know about Malcolm? About what transpired earlier this evening in the garage? Or was it just the logical transition after eating my cum out of her?

Regardless of the reason, I moved my hand, full of two days of cum, to my mouth and sucked my cum back into me.

"Good, slave," Marcia purred.

"Thank you, Mistress," I absurdly replied, as I finished licking my hand clean, like a dog licks clean his food bowl.
"That was fucking hot," she said, rubbing her cunt.

"Was it?" I asked.

"God, yes, you being my obedient slave gets me so fucking horny and excited," she admitted.

That made me happy. I enjoyed being submissive to her and if it got her off all the better. I responded back, "Well, I love being your unconditional, always obedient, full service slave."

"Come get your Mistress off again with that wicked tongue of yours," she moaned.

And I did.

Once we were both in bed, the lights off and getting ready for sleep she asked, "Do you really like being submissive to me, Greg?"

"Yes," I admitted, although I felt more vulnerable not being in the actual act of submission.

"Why?" she asked.

"I don't know," I admitted, which was mostly true.

"You must have an idea," she continued.

"Well, I do love making you happy, always have," I answered, which was true.

"Well, that you do," she replied, before adding, "I love you so much, Greg."

"I love you completely too, Marcia," I replied, leaning in and kissing her.

Drifting off to sleep I pondered my new situation. I enjoyed being submissive to Marcia, I enjoyed being submissive to Malcolm too... but that was getting out of hand and his threat of sodomizing me was one I couldn't let happen.

WEDNESDAY

The next day Malcolm texted me before I even left my house.

Cocksucker,

Need some morning protein?

Be at my house in fifteen.

I sighed. Not because of the text, but my body's reaction. My mouth began watering and my cock hardened. I drove directly to his house in hopes of maybe getting one more load and then demanding we end this. I know one more load was ridiculous, but I couldn't deny I was craving his dick.

I pulled up a block away and walked to his house. I knocked on the door and he yelled, "Come in, cocksucker."

I walked in and saw he was again on the couch, but this time had a white woman, a woman around my age, riding his cock reverse cowboy style. She was completely naked, with huge tits and, as I looked closer, I realized she was taking it in the ass.

He greeted, "Good morning, cocksucker."

"Hi," I whispered, again hating yet another person being added to the list of people who saw me in the act of gay submission.

""Beverly, this is Greg, Greg this is Beverly," Malcolm introduced us, as if it wasn't an odd situation at all.

"Hi, Greg," she moaned, as all ten inches of his big fat cock disappeared in her ass.

"Hi, Beverly." I greeted, as I watched in voyeuristic awe at both what I was witnessing and the beauty of the black and white contrast.

"Knees, cocksucker," Malcolm ordered.

I obeyed, shame again burning through me.

"Crawl to us, cocksucker," he instructed.

I again obeyed, my eyes never leaving the amazing disappearing act in front of me.

"Do you want my cock?" Malcolm asked.

And I did.

BAD!!

"Yes, Master," I admitted, my weak resolve disappearing as my hunger for his cock took over...again. I wanted his cock in my mouth, even if that meant sucking his cock straight out of this woman's ass.

"Come Beverly," Malcolm ordered, "come like the little ass slut you are."

"Yes, sir," she moaned, as she frantically began rubbing her clit while bouncing on his big dick.

Malcolm continued, "Watch closely, cocksucker. One day in the near future you will be adding to your submissive cocksucker resume as an eager bottom."

I couldn't imagine taking that in my ass, although I had seen Andy take it and was now witnessing this stranger take it. So I knew it wasn't impossible. That said, I didn't want to. I just wanted to suck it. To serve him. To swallow and savour his load.

Yes, I'm so close," she declared. Malcolm lifted her up as he stood up, her legs wrapping around the back of his muscular legs, his cock still buried deep in her ass, and bucked hard while reaching around her from behind and holding her by her massive tits. It was an impressive act and seemed to drive the woman mad as she babbled, "Oh fuck, coming, fuck, shit, don't stop."

He reamed her ass in the impossible position for another thirty seconds before tossing her onto the couch where she trembled uncontrollably while he slammed his cock in my mouth.

This time I wasn't sucking him, he was fucking me... fucking my face. I tried not to gag at both the depth he was going in my mouth and the odd humiliating taste of lube and ass.

"Don't gag, cocksucker," Malcolm threatened as he put his hands on my head, "good cocksuckers can take a good face fucking."

I closed my eyes and just focused on breathing as he roughly used my face... my cock iron stiff. Somehow, being humiliated, getting used, enhanced my sexual pleasure, which only frustrated me more.

Thankfully, he came quickly, depositing his load down my throat. Like a good cocksucker, I swallowed it all.

Pulling out, he chuckled, "For someone who so thoroughly loves sucking cock and being used, you sure are still in denial."

I hated that he was right and I hated that he knew he was right.

"Do you want to fuck Beverly?" he asked.

"No," I said, shaking my head.

"You sure?" he asked, "She loves cock, even tiny white cock."

"Yes," I answered.

"Yes you want to fuck her, or yes, you're sure that you don't?" he questioned.

"I won't cheat on my wife," I answered, which I know sounded absurd since I had just sucked his cock.

"So cock okay, cunt not?" he questioned.

I nodded, knowing this conversation was as bizarre as the others.

"Sorry Beverly, apparently cocksucker would rather have dick," he apologized.

"Figures, he looks like a faggot," she said, looking at me with disgust.

I realized I probably did look like a faggot, kneeling in front of a black boy half my age.

"But he can't take his eyes of your tits," Malcolm said, which was true. "Want to fuck her tits?"

That was a harder offer to resist, being a tits guy.

"Oh, I think he does," Malcolm continued.

I stammered, "N-n-no, I should go."

Beverly asked, "What do you think, faggot? Want to fuck my tits?"

And I did. I desperately wanted to feel them... to fuck them.

"Pull your dick out, faggot," Beverly ordered.

My brain on drool, I fished my fully erect cock out.

She asked, while laughing, "That's it?"

Malcolm added, "Some are born to fuck, some are born to suck."

My face burned with shame.

"Go ahead, cocksucker," Malcolm ordered, "go and jerk off to those tits."

I pondered this. It wasn't really cheating, just masturbating. I know I was reaching, but I was horny as hell.

I walked to her and began pumping my dick.

She cupped her tits and purred, "Come all over my tits, faggot. Do you actually shoot cum with such a small dick?"

Her condescending insults somehow turned me on as I furiously pumped my cock while staring at her huge tits.

"Hurry up faggot, I'm only doing this charity act for Malcolm," she continued.

"Aaaaaah," I groaned, and shot my load on her big tits.

After I finished spraying her tits, Malcolm ordered, "Now clean up your mess."

"Really?" I asked.

"Now," Malcolm demanded.

I wasn't against eating my cum, I had already done that. But, this felt like cheating.

"Hurry up, faggot," she demanded,

I obeyed. Bending down, I moved to her tits and began licking my cum.

"Fuck, what a submissive queer you are," she laughed, as she grabbed my head and rubbed my face all over her tits.

Mortified, I quickly stood up, put my dick away, and said, "I need to get to work."

"Until next time," Malcolm said, putting his cock away.

"Bye faggot," the bitch called out as I walked out the door.

I returned to the van and drove to work, again late for my first appointment of the day. I was driving home from work, a few hours later, always expecting a text now, when it finally came.

Cocksucker

Hungry?

If you want a black cock to keep you satiated until I need a cum bucket you can go to 1232 Elm Drive.

My uncle is always looking for a white cocksucker to deposit a load.

I promise he is safe.

If so, go there ASAP.

I stared at the message. As pathetic as it was, I was considering it. I was hungry for cock.

Yet, I also knew I needed to control my hunger. So I continued driving home.

Another text:

Cocksucker

I know you are considering it.

I know you want to.

I also know you are fighting your urge.

But I also know your tiny white dick is hard and you are hungry for cock.

So go... go suck black cock.

Go now.

I couldn't tell if it was an order or a suggestion. I also hated that he knew my cock was indeed hard and I was hungry for cock. That said, except for after shooting my own load, I was always craving cock.

Malcolm always seemed to be able to read my mind, which both pissed me off and had me in awe. He texted me again:

Cocksucker

But the choice is yours.

There are other white cocksuckers eager to get a full black load.

But respond back yes or no so I can tell him.

I sighed.

He was expecting a response.

I wanted to stay strong.

I wanted to be a man.

I wanted to be defiant.

Yet, I wanted to suck a cock... a big, black cock.

I couldn't explain it, but the idea of being on my knees, having a big, black cock in my mouth was compulsive. So I knew I should have texted no; I knew I should have resisted the temptation... especially to a stranger.

I texted back:

Yes.

Just one word and I knew I was addicted. I knew I was falling deeper into my sexual submission. Yet I didn't care. I wanted cock. Big, black, cock.

I began driving to the address that was only a few minutes out of the way, trepidation and excitement coursing through me.

I wondered if his cock was bigger than Malcolm's... thicker than Malcolm's... would it taste differently?

Having sucked two black cocks, not to mention ever so briefly James, I was suddenly fascinated by cocks. I didn't find men attractive. I didn't want to kiss a guy. I didn't want to fuck a guy or get fucked or get sucked.

I just wanted to suck cock... preferably black cock.

I reached the address. It was a simple bungalow. It looked like a house where a family lived.

What if there was more than just him there?

Yet, somehow, I just knew that Malcolm wouldn't set me up... even though he had indeed put me in humiliating scenarios at the restaurant, with James in my garage and with the bitch with the huge tits whose name I already couldn't remember this morning.

So although I was taking yet another risk, my insatiable hunger for cock had me getting out of my work van and walking towards a stranger's house.

I knocked on the door, my hand trembling, and waited.

After a moment the door opened and a very built black man with tattoos everywhere opened it.

"Are you Greg?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I nodded, trying not to make eye contact.

"And you're here to suck my cock?" he bluntly asked.

"Yes, sir," I nodded sheepishly, even though my humiliation again began to burn through me.

"Come on in," he said, walking away.

I did, following him with a craving for cock and cum. I glanced up and saw pictures of a family and immediately my own came to mind.

Fuck.

My family.

His family.

Fuck.

I wanted to turn and leave, yet my hunger for cock overrode the guilt that just hit me and the fear of getting caught.

He moved to the couch, dropped his sweats and sat down.

His cock was big too. Not as big as Malcolm or Jerome, but still impressive as hell.

He pressed a remote and started watching television.

"Are you coming to suck?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I nodded, quickly moving to him and dropping to my knees.

His cock was completely flaccid and sweaty. I took it in my hands and stroked it as he changed the channel.

And as I took his cock in my mouth, a strong sweaty salty taste to it, he watched sports news. It took a long time for his cock to grow completely in my mouth. Once it did, I began bobbing back and forth getting used to his cock. It was a couple inches smaller than Malcolm's and I wondered if I could deep throat him.

Unlike Malcolm or Jerome, there was no talking. He just seemed to enjoy the blow job. It was weird to not be degraded.

I sucked for quite a while when his phone rang.

I froze.

He said, "Keep going, boy," as he answered it.

I did.

"Hi, honey, how is your mother?" he asked.

I listened for a few minutes as he chatted to his wife who seemed to be out of town, as I continued sucking, focusing on getting all eight inches in my mouth. I was so close.

Suddenly, he said, "Honey, just give me a second."

He stood up and began pumping his cock. I submissively opened my mouth waiting for his cum. In seconds, he began shooting his load in my open mouth, almost all of it going in before the last rope hit my chin.

As soon as he was done, he sat back down, mouthed thanks, and resumed talking to his wife.

I stood up and walked out of his house, wiping his cum off my chin.

I drove home again feeling guilty... always feeling the wrath of my conscience once the act was done.

That night, in the bedroom, Marcia finally confirmed the feelings I always knew to be true... I wasn't big enough for her.

I had finished getting her off with my tongue, which seemed to be the nightly expectation now, when she ordered, "Don't move."

"Yes, Mistress," I smiled, enjoying being her slave.

She walked away and returned a moment later with something black in her hand.

She ordered, "Stand up."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, curiously.

"Put this on," she ordered, handing me a black sleeve. I was about to ask what it was when I realized it was a cock enhancer. A black cock enhancer. Ironically, I had actually bought one in the past, trying it on and everything, but never had the guts or self-esteem to use it and ended up throwing it away. This made one thing crystal clear: my cock wasn't big enough for her. It also made me ponder something else: did she fantasize about black cock?

I put it on, which was more difficult than one would think, and then joked, "Do you like the black and white contrast?"

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, "come and slide that big black cock in me."

I crawled between her legs and slid inside her wet cunt.

"Oh yes," she moaned, as I filled her with two more inches and a little more girth than I usually did. "So big."

"And black," I added.

"Yes, so big and black," she repeated, her eyes closed.

I wondered if she was fantasizing about some big black guy as I began fucking her.

"Harder," she demanded, "fuck me with that big black dick harder."

And I did. Slamming into her as hard as I could, trying to be strong and powerful like Malcolm; as I imagined, for the first time, Malcolm fucking her... Malcolm filling her in a way I never could.

I cursed myself for such thoughts, again frustrated by my weakness and my twisted sexual perversity.

I fucked her through four more orgasms, which was a new record for me without coming, the cock enhancement definitely dulling my own pleasure.

Finally, she ordered, "Take that off and slide your little white dick in my ass." Although it was implied by the cock enhancer, hearing her actually say it was both shocking, humiliating and oddly a turn on.

I eagerly did as she told me, desperate to come and eager to fuck her ass for the first time in a while.

Not surprisingly, in literally seconds, I was coming in her ass.

"Pathetic, slave," she scolded, as I filled her ass with my cum. "I better keep your tiny dick wrapped with the enhancer from now on."

Shame coursed through me at disappointing her, even though I had given her five orgasms. I apologized, "Sorry, Mistress, I couldn't hold back in that amazing ass of yours."

"Well, clean it up," she ordered.

I buried my face between her ass cheeks and sucked my cum out of her ass as best I could.

As I did she said, "You will be punished for coming without permission and so quickly."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, my tongue in her ass.

"And you may never masturbate without permission. Is that clear?" she added.

"Yes, Mistress" I agreed.

"And you may only come with permission from me," she continued.

"Of course, Mistress," I said.

"Good," she finished, standing up and going to the washroom.

When she returned ten minutes later, gone was Mistress Marcia and back was my sweet wife. She asked, "Don't forget we are going out with the Olsons tomorrow."

"Okay," I nodded, having completely forgot about the play we were going to, as well as dinner.

She kissed my cheek and whispered, "I love you, Greg."

"I love you too, Marcia," I replied, wondering what she had in store for me as a punishment.

THURSDAY

Thursday was a day that only cemented my insatiable hunger for cock... if only because I didn't get any.

Malcolm didn't text me at all... even though I kept waiting for it to happen. Every time my phone chirped, I quickly checked it with giddy excitement and then was disappointed when it was not Malcolm.

That night, we went out as a couple and it was as if nothing had changed in the bedroom. She dressed up for me; she gave me a quick blow job while we drove to the restaurant, something she had regularly done since we started dating, loving to have me hard and horny all date.

At the restaurant, my hand was on her nylon-clad leg, hers brushed my cock on numerous occasions.

When we got home, I was expecting a lengthy sex session but Marcia revealed it was that time of month. In the past, I would have made her suck my cock or even took her ass, but with the dynamics of power changing in the bedroom, I didn't take control.

FRIDAY

Friday I was again ignored by Malcolm... and I couldn't believe the frustration I felt at not receiving his texts. I began to get insecure, which was absurd.

Was he done with me?

Was I not good enough for him?

My wife was out with colleagues that night, and I knew Carol was at her friend's house for a girl's night, so I decided to try and have a conversation with James. I wanted to talk to him about everything and make sure he was going to keep our secret a secret.

He agreed he could be there in twenty and when he knocked I couldn't believe my first reaction was my cock hardening. I had no intention of sucking his dick again, I just wanted to have a talk with him.

I opened the door and he looked as nervous as I was.

"Come on in," I said.

"Sure, Mr. Benson," he nodded sheepishly.

"You can call me Greg," I offered, before adding, "especially after all we've been through."

"Okay," he nodded.

"Want a beer?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, clearly looking nervous.

Soon we were in the living room and I asked, "Does Carol know about your submissive side?"

"No," he said, shaking his head, still not making eye contact.

"How did it start?" I asked.

"Football season," he answered, clearly uncomfortable talking about it. So I decided not to ask the details even though I was curious and knew he was ass fucked by fellow black teammates.

"Has he been with my daughter?" I asked, praying for a certain answer.

"No," he answered, "but he sure threatens it a lot." I winced at his answer.

"Do you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Do you?" he countered, looking at me for the first time.
"I'd like to say no," I replied, before admitting, feeling he would understand my internal struggle, "but every time I try to refuse him I seem to just get pulled in deeper."

"I understand," James nodded. "Every time he is done with me, I am determined that was the last time I will submit. Yet, the moment he texts me or uses me at school, well, before I know it I'm on my knees with his cock in my mouth or ass."

"Do you like it in the ass?" I asked, even though I was curious about the at school part.

He laughed for the first time, "I never thought I would be having such a conversation with my girlfriend's dad!"

"Tell me about it," I laughed back. "You're supposed to be scared of me."

"I was," he said, "although having you forced to suck my cock changed the dynamics a bit," he said.

"Tough to be scared of a guy whose mouth was around your dick," I joked, somehow feeling comfortable to laugh at the strange, awkward situation.

"Yeah, it's definitely a strange ice breaker," he laughed back.

"Oddly, it brought us together," I joked.

"He hasn't fucked your ass yet?" he asked.

"No," I said, shaking my head, "but he has implied he plans to."

"And he plans to," James said. "He believes every white cocksucker is also a willing bottom given the chance."

"I know," I nodded, the thought of being sodomized not appealing at all.

"And, yes, I like it," he revealed. He paused for a moment, before adding, "Although the first time it was quite the painful experience."

"I can't fathom his cock in any ass," I said.

"I couldn't either," he nodded, "but once your ass is well lubed and prepped it can take a pretty big cock."

"Wow," I said, the idea still scaring me, yet somehow intriguing me too.

After a pause, I said, "He hasn't texted me in a couple days."

"He will do that," James said. "He wants you craving his text, waiting for it. That said, he has a lot of white men and boys willing to meet him anywhere and anytime to suck him or take it up their ass."

"How many?" I asked, curious and, oddly, annoyed I was just another white guy for him. Then I was annoyed I was annoyed in the first place.

"No idea," he shrugged, "I've seen a few live, know of at least ten at school, including two teachers, but the way he talks I'm guessing fifty."

"No way," I gasped, the number seeming crazy high.

"No one says no to him," James pointed out. "At least not long term."

I sighed, my cock rock hard, "I guess that is true."

"I suggest getting some anal toys and prepping your ass," he suggested, "I wish I would have."

"Isn't that gay?" I asked.

"All depends on your definition of gay," he shrugged, "plus men using prostate toys for pleasure isn't gay."

"I suppose," I shrugged.

"Trust me," James said, "he is planning on fucking you. So you have two choices. One, prep your ass for his cock or, two, be prepared for an intense pain as he tears your ass in two."

"Good point," I nodded, Malcolm's big cock still terrifying me.

After another pause, I asked, craving cock, "This is going to sound weird, but can I ask you one more thing?"

"Anything," James answered, "I don't think we have any secrets left."

I couldn't believe I was about to ask him this, but I was going through withdrawal and desperately needed a cock, even if it was a white cock. "Can I, um, can I, can I," I struggled to say the words, so I bluntly spurt them out before I lost my nerve, "Can I suck your cock?"

"Really?" he asked, clearly surprised by the question.

"Please," I asked, sliding down to my knees. "I need a cock, plus I never got to finish what I started."

"Holy shit," he said, looking down at me. "You sure?"

I answered by fishing out his cock and taking it in my mouth.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, as his soft cock began growing in my mouth.

It was a lot smaller than the black cocks I had sucked and I was eager to deep throat him. It grew quickly, and soon was six inches long. I began bobbing and he groaned, "Shit, that feels so good."

And it did for me too. I loved being on my knees; I loved the sensation of a cock growing in my mouth; I loved bobbing back and forth, my brain shut off and only focused on serving the cock in my mouth.

Unfortunately, after only a couple of minutes of taking all his cock in my mouth, he groaned, "I'm going to shoot soon."

I responded by continuing my deep throat assault until he came in my mouth. I loved the feeling of cum spraying in my mouth; I loved the unique texture of cum; I loved the distinctly different and yet similar taste of cum.

Once he was done, the usual shame came over me, as I had just sucked the cock of my daughter's boyfriend.

I sat back up, the aftertaste of his cum still in my mouth and apologized, "Sorry."

"No worries," he shrugged, "that was damn good."

"I can't believe I just did that," I said, mortified that I couldn't control my hunger, "you're my daughter's boyfriend."

He stood up and said, "And you're my girlfriend's dad."

I asked, "Do you crave cock too?"

"Just black," he answered.

That was what I thought was true for me too, but suddenly I didn't care what color it was, I just craved cock in my mouth and cum down my throat.

After he left, I took a long shower, feeling dirty and ashamed.

SATURDAY

Saturday Marcia sent me out to get groceries and I decided to stop at an adult store and investigate anal toys.

When I walked into the store I was in awe of all the toys. I found the anal section and a young girl in her twenties came over and asked if I needed any assistance.

Although I found it awkward to talk to a girl about anal toys for myself I asked, "I was curious about what are the best anal toys for the prostate."

"Do you have any anal experience?" she asked.

"On women yes, but not on myself," I responded, trying to show I was a man.

"Well, there are a wide variety of prostate products. Some vibrate and some don't," she explained.

"Oh," I said, overwhelmed. "Which is better?"

"Depends," she replied, "the most popular is Aneros MGX Classic... it's an oldie but a goody and what many men buy."

She handed me a big white strange looking ribbed cock with an odd base and explained, "It's ribbed and some men love the extra stimulation, while others say it is distracting. It's a decent toy for a beginner, but often not the first toy because of its width."

She then grabbed a c shaped black toy and said, "This is the Rocks Off Naughty Boy, one of a series of prostate stimulators from them."

I took the box and looked at it. It was a lot less scary than the earlier one.

She explained, "This is likely the best high end toy for beginners. It has a thinner circumference than its sibling toys, and is designed to perfectly hit the prostate and gives perineum massages. It is designed so you can rock back and forth on it for extra stimulation and realistic...sex."

I immediately liked that idea. For some reason, I wanted something I could fuck myself with. I didn't just want something that could sit in my ass. I needed to prep for the real thing.

She continued, "It also has seven different speeds that vibrate and it rests against the perineum."

I had no idea what a perineum was but I assumed that it was a pleasure muscle inside my anus.

"I'll take it," I said, maybe too eagerly.

"Good choice," she nodded, before adding, "I would also buy a couple of thinner toys to prepare your anus for insertion."

"Okay," I nodded, still feeling strange talking about such things with a girl.

She handed me a set of three butt plugs and a couple other toys. "I recommend starting with the smallest plug and actually walking around with it in for a while."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes," she nodded, "it will prepare your ass for bigger things."

"Oh," I nodded, that making sense.

"These other toys are thin to get you to experiment with natural toys that won't spread your anus so wide at first," she explained.

"Okay," I nodded.

"And you will need lube," she added.

"Definitely," I agreed, before adding, thinking of Malcolm's huge cock, "Lots of lube."

By the time I left, I was two hundred bucks broker and yet curious to try some of the toys.

I was driving home when I finally got a text from him.

Cocksucker

Going through cock and cum withdrawal?

I sighed at his blunt question and the reality that the answer was yes.

I replied with just one word:

Yes.

He responded back:

Cocksucker

I expect you to pick me up at 9:00 tonight.

Don't be late.

You won't be home until 2.

Excitement, curiosity and trepidation all hit me at once. I craved his cock, I was curious what he may expect for such an extended period of time and nervous over the possibility of being outed.

Yet... I texted back:

Yes, sir.

He texted back:

Cocksucker,

Don't you mean, Master?

I responded back:

Sorry! Yes, Master!

As I pondered what to tell my wife, he texted back:

Don't be late, cocksucker.

I responded back:

Of course not, Master.

I returned home, hid the bag of toys in the garage, not well enough I would find out later, and lied to my wife. It wasn't unusual for me to go out with some of my guy friends so she didn't blink an eye when I told her we were having a poker night... she didn't even ask where.

Although I felt guilty lying to my wife, I knew I couldn't deny my hunger for cock.

So I arrived ten minutes early, and waited until he came out. Thankfully, he was alone.

He walked to the vehicle and said, "Hi, cocksucker," as casually as he would greet a man in a proper way.

"Hi, Master," I replied.

He said, as he put his phone on the holder on my dash, "Follow the instructions."

"Okay, Master," I said, beginning to drive away.

After about five minutes of silence, Malcolm said, "So you like all colors of cock."

"Pardon?" I questioned.

"James told me about your evening," Malcolm revealed, "and I must confess I was rather impressed. I like a cocksucker willing to push dignity and shame aside in lieu of his undeniable hunger of submission."

"I still can't believe I did that," I admitted, not feeling ashamed to tell him the truth after all I had done in front of him or to him or because of him already.

"I can," he responded, "you're one of the most eager cocksuckers I've had and I've had lots."

I didn't respond. I had nothing to say.

A moment later, he asked, "What did you tell your wife?"

"I was having a night with the boys," I answered.

He roared with laughter. "Well, that is definitely true."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To a frat house," he answered.

"Really?" I asked, worry instantly hitting me.

"Don't worry, your identity will be protected," he answered.

"Okay," I replied, although I was more nervous than excited about where we were going... even though it didn't surprise me.

We arrived a few minutes later and he said, "Follow me."

I did.

We went around the side of the frat house and to a door. He walked in and I followed him down a narrow hallway and to a room.

He walked inside and said, "Go to the open stool."

I gasped. I was in a glory hole where two other men where already sitting and sucking. One was in a suit and tie and balding. The other was in shorts and shirtless and looked to be in college.

"Now, cocksucker," he ordered, "there are a lot of cocks waiting for service."

I walked nervously to my spot, glancing at the balding man who was bobbing hungrily on a big black cock.

Malcolm added, "You are welcome to suck or fuck."

I sat down on a stool, my face now directly at the open hole.

"Suit and tie is Arnie, he works for the government," Malcolm explained, shock compounding shock. "While blondie there is a Mormon who came to my house to preach about the Lord and I saved him."

I couldn't believe it, yet it seemed unlikely Malcolm would lie. He finished, "Other cocksuckers, this is Greg, he is my newest addition."

Both quit sucking long enough to turn to me and say hi before both returning to sucking.

A cock popped through the hole and it was the smallest black cock I had ever seen. Apparently the myth that all black cocks are huge isn't true. It was even smaller than mine.

Yet, cock is cock and I leaned forward and took it in my mouth.

"Have fun," Malcolm said and then I heard the door close.

I was excited to suck on a small cock, to take a black cock entirely in my mouth, something I had tried but failed to do up to now.

"That's it, faggot, deep throat my cock," the stranger ordered, which I was already doing.

I bobbed back and forth, my nose actually hitting the wall with each forward movement. In the secluded room, only two other cocksuckers like me aware of my identity, I felt free. I wasn't worried about getting caught and just focused on sucking cock.

Cock after cock.

The first load was deposited in my mouth and I easily swallowed it all.

As soon as he pulled out a bigger, white, cock replaced it. I took it in my mouth and bobbed hungrily. That cock too, over six inches, I easily took all in my mouth. Unlike the first guy, this guy had stamina and took an eternity for me to suck his load out of him.

I heard the young guy moan, "Oh God, fuck my ass." I wanted to turn and see it, but had a cock in my mouth.

When the white cock erupted, he shot buckets. So much I couldn't swallow it all, some dripping out of my mouth and onto the floor.

I glanced sideways and saw the younger Mormon naked, his ass against the wall. The moans and facial expressions made it clear he was not only getting ass fucked, but loving it.

The older man, on the other hand, was sucking another black cock, his face covered in cum.

"Get sucking, faggot," a voice said, and I turned to see an already completely erect eight inch black cock poking through for me. I leaned forward and took my third cock of the evening in my mouth.

"That's it, faggot," the voice groaned, "worship my cock."

And I did. I took my time, enjoying its girth and hardness, I enjoyed leisurely taking my time sucking it even as the Mormon groaned, "Oh, yes, shoot your cum in my ass."

Hearing his moans, seeing his clear pleasure and imagining his ass getting filled with cum, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be ass fucked... what would it be like to have cum shot in my ass? That said, I wasn't ready for that tonight. No, tonight was about cock sucking.

A third load oozed out of the black cock and slithered down my throat, a complete contradiction to the last excessive load. I milked his cock to completion loving the slow deposit, the thick texture and strong taste.

When he pulled out, I glanced to my cocksucker colleagues and watched the older man pumping a cock, his eyes closed and his mouth open and ready for the facial that was coming.

I watched the cum spew out in thick gobs that splattered all over the already cum covered face of the balding man. I wondered how he ended up here. I wondered how he ended up apparently enjoying facials.

"So big," the Mormon cried.

And so it went for a couple of hours and a couple dozen more cocks, swallowing every load and practising deep throating every cock. I even sucked a black cock bigger than Malcolm's.

On occasion I watched the balding man take another facial, his face so coated that only his eyes did not have layers of cum. I also watched the Mormon bounce on cocks, screaming like a girl and loving it.

Malcolm finally returned and asked me, "Want to dump a load on Arnie's face or in the Mormon's ass?"

My cock had been hard so long and I knew my wife was likely off limits at home so I decided that masturbating and coming on Arnie's face wasn't cheating, just like shooting on Beverly wasn't cheating...mostly.

I nodded, standing up, "Can I shoot a load on his face?"

"Go ahead," Malcolm nodded.

I whipped my cock out and began pumping my dick, Arnie turning to me with his mouth open.

The Mormon did the same and I noticed a massive amount of cum on the floor and down the wall where he had been.

Not surprisingly it didn't take long and I added my load to the many already decorating his face.

The Mormon boy then shoved his dick in Arnie's mouth and began fucking his face.

Malcolm snapped his fingers and I put my cock away and followed him out.

Once outside, he asked, "Want one more load?"

And I did.

"Yes, Master," I nodded.

"Knees," he ordered.

"Here?" I asked, surprised, although it was rather dark.

"Why not?" he shrugged, as he pointed to his crotch.

As usual, I lowered myself to my knees, fished out his cock and took it in my mouth. My jaw was sore, but I couldn't resist his cock, which was my first and my favourite.

"Such a good cocksucker," Malcolm groaned, as I took his semi-erect cock in my mouth.

After a couple of minutes, his cock now fully erect, he asked, pulling his cock out of my mouth, "Did you enjoy yourself tonight?"

As sad as it was, I did. I admitted, "Yes."

"But my cock is still your favourite, isn't it, cocksucker?" he questioned.

I nodded, "Yes, Master," and leaned forward and took his big black cock back in my mouth, wanting to impress him by taking all ten inches in my mouth.

And I did.

"Holy fuck," he groaned, "all ten inches."

A feeling of pride washed through me which only made me feel even more gay.

I bobbed hungrily, wanting one more load, and received it a couple of minutes later even as I heard girl's voices heading towards us.

He pulled out and I quickly stood up, not wanting to be caught by coeds.

I drove him home and joined my sleeping wife in bed.

SUNDAY

While my wife was doing some gardening, I went to the garage, pulled out the toys and grabbed the smallest butt plug. I opened the lube, generously lubed the toy and my ass and slowly inserted it. To my surprise, it went in rather easily. I pulled my underwear and pants up and walked around the house with it in the rest of the morning.

Oddly, I wanted it to go deeper. So, after lunch I returned to the garage and decided to try the second butt plug. I slowly slid it in my ass, this time a slight burn coursing through me.

Once all in, I stood up and walked around my garage a bit. I can't deny it, I kind of liked it.

I headed back out and Marcia called me outside to help her with cutting some tree branches. It felt exhilarating to be working with my wife while having a plug in my ass.

She said, slapping my ass while I was on a ladder, making the plug go deeper in me as I yelped, "I'm going shopping."

"Okay," I nodded, praying she didn't notice the plug in my ass when she slapped me.

She left and I finished the tree trimming before going back to the garage. Not wanting to be caught with a plug in my ass, I took it out and quickly washed off both plugs. I hid the bag and went back inside to watch some baseball.

Marcia came home with a few bags, nothing unusual as she loved to shop, and went to the bedroom.

When she came back downstairs, she sat on my lap and whispered, "I bought something very special for you tonight."

I smiled. She often bought new lingerie for me and modeled it in the bedroom. "Nice, maybe you should put it on now."

"Carol could be home any minute," she pointed out.

I instantly thought of James. Yet, I sighed, "Damn kid."

"Don't worry," she promised, standing up and squeezing my cock, "I plan to literally rock your world."
"Isn't that my job?" I questioned.

She shrugged and walked away, leaving me hard and curious.

That night, Marcia whispered, while all four off us watched The Simpsons, "I can't wait to fuck you tonight."

"Me either," I nodded back, looking forward to whatever surprise she had for me.

"I'm going to give you what you've been fantasizing," she added, before standing up, leaving me pondering what she thought I was fantasizing.

When Carol went to the basement an hour later and an hour after that Marcia said, "Go upstairs, get naked and wait for me on your knees in front of the bed."

I nodded, my cock instantly growing.

I went to our bedroom, got naked, and got under the covers... a slight tent not hiding my excitement.

I waited a few minutes, knowing she was in our adjoining bathroom. She called out, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," I called back.

She walked out in a robe that hid her surprise, although she was wearing black leather boots that were clearly new.

Her smiled faded quickly. "I thought I told you to be on your knees?"

I had forgotten and I quickly got out of bed and onto my knees in front of the bed. "Sorry, Mistress."

"I expect complete obedience," she continued.

"I understand Mistress," I nodded, as she walked to me.

"So, guess what I learned yesterday?" she asked, looking down at me.

"I don't know," I answered, praying it wasn't that I was at a glory hole sucking a couple dozen cocks.

"That my husband wants to be ass-fucked," she answered bluntly.

I stammered, "W-w-what?" Praying she had found my new toys and not talked to Malcolm.

"Am I wrong?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered, which was true. Part of me was definitely curious; part of me enjoyed the two plugs in my ass; and part of me was intrigued by the submission of being sodomized. Yet, part of me was also petrified of the pain.

"Well, tonight," she said, pausing for what seemed like an eternity as she moved her hand to her robe and opened it, "we find out."

I gasped. Besides the boots, she was in black thigh highs, and was wearing a strap-on cock. A thin strap-on cock.

"You like?" she asked, as I stared at the cock in front of me.

I was speechless.

"I found your little stash in the garage Saturday night and figured if you were curious your Mistress should be the one to fuck that tight ass of yours," she explained.

My face burned in embarrassment and excitement.

"You are an anal virgin, right?" she asked.

"Other than a couple butt plugs," I admitted, "yes."

"And when did you begin having these thoughts?" she asked.

"Very recently," I admitted.

"Why?" she asked.

Although I knew why, I was quick to come up with a believably lie. "Well, since you started taking control, I have fantasized about you being the man and me being the girl."

"Mmmmm," she purred, as she moved her cock around my lips. "So you want to be my slut?"

"Yes," I whispered, the idea of getting fucked by her suddenly very exciting as my cock stiffened.

"My bitch?" she questioned, as she slid her small cock in my mouth.

I immediately instinctively began sucking my wife's cock for a few seconds before she pulled out and I answered, "Yes."

"Yes, what," she questioned, her tone stern, as she tapped my nose with her cock, as if scolding me like she did our dog Jake.

"Yes, Mistress, I want to be your bitch, your slut, your ass slut," I admitted, saying the words making my cock flinch with excitement.

She slid her cock back in my mouth. This time though she slowly fucked my face. "I've been excited all day about this, my pretty cocksucker," she continued. "I mean I've always enjoyed being your three hole fuck slut, your cum craving whore, your big-titted obedient wife, but the idea of being in charge has consumed me the past little bit."

When she pulled out, she ordered, "Get on all fours on the bed, my slut."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, just like I did Malcolm.

On all fours, a chill went up my spine, as I realized I was about to be sodomized by my wife.

She went to the dresser and returned with the lube I had purchased earlier. "Fuck, you look hot bent over like that. You have one sexy, fuckable ass," she said, as she joined me on the bed.

I laughed, "Those are words I never thought I would hear."

"And this is something I never thought I would do," she replied, as she poured lube between my ass cheeks. "I mean, I know you like it when I put a finger up that girly cute ass when you are eating me or I'm blowing you, but never did I imagine you'd want this."

"That makes two of us," I replied, my hands clenching the pillow in front of me.

She continued, "I mean you used to be so manly and dominating in the bedroom, I couldn't fathom you wanting to be ass fucked and used like a little bitch."

I should have felt ashamed, yet somehow I'd never felt more free. I nodded, "But now I just want to be your submissive ass slut."

"God, I've been looking forward to reaming your ass all day," she said bluntly, as she tossed the lube on the bed.

"God, I love it when you talk dirty," I replied, filled with trepidation and excitement at what was about to happen.

"You really like being treated like a slut?" she asked, her tone questioning.

"I know I shouldn't," I admitted. "But I just want to be your complete submissive."

"Well, time to start your ass training, my small dicked slut," she declared, taking another shot at my manhood.

I felt the cock moving between my ass cheeks. My body trembled.

And then she slowly penetrated me.

I whimpered as it slowly slid inside me, a slight pain numbing me.

I moaned as it filled me, a euphoria at having a cock in my ass.

My wife's body was leaning on mine, her big tits squishing into my back, instantly making me recall coming all over Beverly's equally large tits... guilt hitting me as the cock filled me. She asked, "How does it feel to have a cock in your ass?"

"Weird," I answered, getting used to it, and loving the feel of her tits on me as well.

"And yet natural too," she added.

And it did. Just like it felt natural to be on my knees with a cock in my mouth, bobbing back and forth until a load shot in my mouth.

I admitted, "Yes."

She began slowly moving in and out of my ass and I just closed my eyes and allowed the pleasure to increase as the pain dissipated.

"You like this?" she asked, a minute later.

"Yes," I admitted, realizing she had been tender and sweet during this, the name calling gone.

"Are you ready to be fucked?" she asked.

"I thought I was being fucked." I countered.

"No, this is fucking," she corrected, as she slammed the cock in me hard.

"Fuck," I screamed, the hard thrust going deeper than before and creating a sharp pain.

"You like it hard?" she asked, sitting up straight and slapping my ass.

"Yes," I moaned, clenching my teeth through the pain, as she grabbed my hips and began fucking my ass.

"Such a tight ass," she quipped, as she roughly pounded me a minute later.

"Oh God," I whimpered, "fuck my ass, Mistress," wanting to remind her she was in charge and I her slut.

"I'm going to be fucking this ass regularly," she declared, as she pulled out and ordered, "on your back."

I quickly flipped over, wanting that cock back in my ass, loving the pleasure and pain mix.

She got off the bed and pulled my legs hard until they were dangling off the bed. She spread my legs and slid her cock back in my ass.

"Jerk off," she ordered, as she hooked her arm under my knees and resumed fucking me.

"Yes, Mistress," I eagerly agreed, reaching for my small cock and began pumping it as my beautiful wife fucked me.

"Come for me, baby, come all over yourself as I fuck your tight hole," she ordered.

"Oh God," I moaned, furiously stroking my cock. "Call me names, Mistress."

"You like that?" she asked, "You like being degraded by your wife?"

"Yes," I struggled to say, while watching her big tits dance on her chest as she fucked me roughly.

"My cocksucker, my ass slut," she began, "maybe I'll even dress you up in my clothes and take you out as my slutty girlfriend."

"Oh yes," I moaned, spewing cum all over myself.

"Eat your cum," she ordered, immediately after I was done, as she pulled out.

I scooped my cum off my chest and into my mouth, not feeling remotely ashamed at such a gay act.

"Fuck that was hot," she said, as she took off the strap-on.

"I can't believe we just did that," I said, still eating my own cum.

"Hearing you moan like a bitch in heat was fucking hot," she continued.

"Being fucked by you was hot," I admitted.

"I bought three different sizes for you," she revealed, as she took the boots off.

"I'm not sure I could take anything bigger," I replied, still not thinking I could ever take Malcolm's cock in my ass.

"Only one way to find out," she countered, smiling as she kissed me... no longer the dominating Mistress but my loving wife.

I felt completely exhausted. I asked, "Is this how you feel when I fuck you?"

"What?" she asked.

"Completely spent," I answered.

"Sometimes," she shrugged, before adding, "truth be told, I often want more."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Can I be honest with you?" she asked, looking vulnerable.

"Always," I nodded.

"I often want bigger things in me," she admitted.

"Bigger cocks?" I asked.

"Well, bigger toys at least," she nodded.

"Thus the cock enhancer," I smiled.

"For starters," she agreed.

"Well, maybe next weekend we can go shopping," I suggested, even as I pondered if Malcolm's massive dick would be enough for her.

"Yummy," she smiled, leaning in kissing me.

When we broke the kiss, she apologized, "Sorry, for calling your dick small."

"It's okay," I replied, "it is small."

"I love you," she smiled, "even if you are a pervert."

"It takes two to be sodomized," I joked back.

"That's not true according to your earlier purchases," she countered.

"Touché," I laughed.

MONDAY

No text from Malcolm.

But I did get one from my wife.

Come home for lunch.

I have a BIGGER present for you.

My cock hardened and I obeyed the order.

As soon as I got home, my wife called out, "Get upstairs."

I quickly did, the idea of being ass-fucked by my wife again having me excited.

She ordered, as soon as I entered the room, "Get naked, slut."

She was again in thigh highs and boots, but this time the strap-on was indeed bigger. She also already had the lube in her hands.

I obeyed, even as I stared at the longer, wider cock she was wearing.

"I only have half an hour, so there isn't any time for foreplay," she explained. "Bend over the bed."

"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, getting in the submissive feminine position.

"Fuck you're an eager cock slut, aren't you?" she questioned, her tone almost condescending.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, as she poured lube between my ass cheeks.

"You really drove home from work to get ass fucked like a cheap whore?" she questioned.

"Yes, Mistress," I admitted, before adding, "and because I was obeying my beautiful Mistress."

"Spread your ass cheeks wide," she demanded.

I did, feeling strange spreading them wide so my wife could sodomize me.

"Beg, bitch," she ordered.

As I felt the cock teasing my asshole, I felt a desperate urge to have it in me. An insatiable desire to be a slut, to be ass fucked, even though I knew a pain was coming. I begged, "Please, Mistress, make your husband your ass slut, your submissive, obedient, bitch to use as you wish."

She slid her cock inside slowly.

I tensed up as it was wider than the two butt plugs and her first strap-on.

"Relax, ass slut," she said, before quoting my most famous football statement to my players, "No pain, no gain."

As the cock went deeper, a searing pain coursed through me, yet a strange calm and pleasure accompanied it with the thrill of giving in completely to my wife.

"Fuck," she purred, "your ass looks great with a dick in it."

"It feels so good," I whimpered, even though the pain was pretty prevalent.

"I know it does," she agreed, "I just never thought my masculine husband would be the one taking it like a slut."

Suddenly realizing I was a bit pathetic as a man, allowing her to fuck me, I apologized, "I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't be," she said, as she began fucking me slowly, "I've always fantasized about being in charge."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes," she admitted, "although I thought it was just fantasy."

"So did I," I countered back.

"But now I have my own personal fuck slut that I can pound whenever I want," she continued, as she began fucking me faster.

"Oh God, Marcia, I love being your slut," I moaned.

"It's Mistress," she corrected, as she began reaming my ass.

"Sorry, Mistress," I groaned, as my body was thrust forward hard with each deep penetration, my hard cock in an awkward position.

She fucked me for a couple more minutes before pulling out and saying, "Come suck my cock, slut."

Although degrading, and disgusting, I obeyed, turning around, dropping to my knees and taking the toy cock fresh from my ass and putting it in my mouth... something I had often made my wife do.

"Such a good pet," she purred, as I bobbed on the cock.

"After a couple of minutes, she asked, "Want more?"

"Yes, Mistress," I eagerly answered.

"Get on the bed on all fours," she ordered.

I quickly did.

She joined me and slid the cock deep in me. "Fuck yourself, slut."

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, beginning to awkwardly move back and forth on the cock.

"Don't make love with it, fuck it, you dumb bitch," she ordered after a few awkward slow movements.

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, the derogatory names turning me on, and began moving back and forth faster, slowly getting into a rhythm.

"Such a good slut," she purred, as I began really getting into it, taking the entire cock in my ass with each backwards thrust.

My breathing was getting heavy, my cock feeling like it could erupt with just a touch, the pleasure now overwhelming my very being.

Marcia asked, "Do you want to come, slut?"

"Yes," I moaned loudly.

"Beg," she demanded, as she grabbed my hips and held me with the cock buried deep in my ass.

"Please, Mistress, my tiny pathetic dick is about to erupt," I pleaded.

She reached around, keeping the cock lodged deep inside me, and began stroking my cock. In seconds, I grunted and came all over our comforter with the most intense orgasm I could ever recall having.

"Wow, that was quick as usual," she commented, as she pulled out of my ass. She walked around the bed and put her finger, which had a bit of my cum on it, to my lips.

I wordlessly licked my cum off her finger even as my dick still flinched.

"I need to get back to work," she said, taking the strap-on off.

"Me too," I said, trying to catch my breath.

"Lick up your cum and then go and throw the comforter in the wash," she ordered.

"Okay," I nodded, moving down and licking up my cum, not remotely ashamed.

TUESDAY

Malcom texted me just before lunch.

Cocksucker,

Hungry?

12:30

Arnie's

Same stall

Hungry for cock, I drove directly to Arnie's and arrived a couple of minutes early. I hoped it was Malcolm.

Walking into the bathroom, there were a couple guys going pee and I went right to the last stall. Malcom was there and greeted, loud enough for all to hear, "Hi, cocksucker."

"Hi, Master," I replied, not so loudly, as I locked the door.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," I nodded, as I dropped to my knees in front of him.

In the stall beside us I heard, "Oh yes, fuck me hard."

Malcolm shrugged, "White boys."

I fished out Malcolm's cock and began bobbing.

"Such a good cocksucker," he groaned.

I just bobbed, trying to get as much in my mouth as possible. I had managed it last time, after sucking all those cocks at the glory hole, and wanted to do it again.

"Holy shit," he grunted, "you have gotten a lot better."

I moaned on his cock in response.

"You want my load in your ass, faggot?" a deep voice asked beside us.

"Yes," a voice weakly answered.

"You ready for a cock in your ass?" Malcolm asked, pulling his cock out.

"I don't know," I answered.

"You can have my cock back in that eager mouth of yours when you answer the question correctly," he blackmailed.

I looked up, saw he was serious, and admitted, "I have been preparing for it."

"Here it comes, faggot," the deep voice declared.

"Really? Do tell," he said, looking curious.

"James suggested I buy toys and, well, my wife found the toys," I revealed, then realized I shouldn't have told him this.

"Really?" he question, drawing out the word long. He then asked, "Tell me more."

So I reluctantly told him the whole sordid ordeal that had transpired in my bedroom since I first sucked his cock.

"So your wife is prepping your ass for me?" he asked.

"She doesn't know that," I pointed out.

He slid his cock back in my mouth and said, "I may have to thank her."

I resumed sucking his cock, even as I worried about my wife finding out and scolded myself, wondering why I would tell him all that.

"Or maybe your wife should be thanking me," he said.

A couple of minutes later, he pulled out and splattered my face with cum.

"Meet me at the park tonight at 10:00. It's time to take that ass of yours," he ordered, as he put his cock away.

I said, "It is the athletic awards banquet tonight and Carol is getting an award," I pointed out, "I can't miss that."

"Fair enough," he nodded, "family is important. Meet me tomorrow morning at eight at my house instead."

"Yes, Master," I nodded.

He walked out the door and I quickly stood up. I almost walked out of the stall before I remembered that my face was covered in cum. I used half a roll of toilet paper wiping the cum off before quickly exiting the surprisingly empty washroom.

That night, as we got in the gym for the awards banquet I was startled when I heard Malcolm's voice, "Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Benson."

I was terrified. I turned around and greeted, "Hi, Malcolm," praying he wasn't going to out me.

"I've heard a lot about you Mrs. Benson," Malcolm greeted, the charm all on.

"I hope all good," my wife smiled.

"Indeed," Malcolm nodded, his one word having so many implications.

I lied, "Malcolm is hoping to help coach football next season with me."

"That's nice," my wife responded warmly.

"Well, it's great to meet you," Malcolm finished and walked away.

I wasn't surprised when he texted me.

Cocksucker,

Meet me in room 114 after Carol wins her award.

I sighed.

Yet, I was excited. Even though I had just sucked his cock a few hours ago.

Carol received her reward forty-five minutes later and I whispered to my wife, "I need to go the washroom."

I went out, walked around the corner and found room 114.

I walked in and saw that Malcolm was sitting at a teacher's desk. He ordered, "Keep sucking, teach."

The desk was completely blocked off, but I assumed that a teacher was under the desk.

"So, your wife is pretty hot. A bit thick, but in my experience the fat ones always try harder so they are eager, willing sluts," he said.

I didn't like his tone. I agreed, "That's one of the reasons I married her, but please don't call her fat."

"With some huge tits," he added, ignoring my request.

"Please don't talk about my wife in such a way," I requested.
"It was pretty obvious she was drooling over me," Malcolm continued.

I replied sarcastically, "Yes, she practically fucked you right there."

"Think she would have?" he asked, ignoring the sarcasm.

"Again, please leave my wife out of this," I repeated.

"Sure, sure," he nodded.

"I need to get back," I said.

"Want to come share my cock?" he asked.

Yes, I wanted to, but I needed to get back. I shook my head no. "No, I need to get back."

"Okay," he shrugged.

I quickly left and returned to the banquet feeling completely rattled.

Marcia was tired by the time we got home and we actually just went to bed.

WEDNESDAY

I drove to Malcolm's and was surprised when no one was home.

I texted him:

You home, Master?

He responded a couple of minutes later:

Cocksucker,

You rejected my cock yesterday so you are cut off.

I sighed, but figured maybe I had accidentally found a way out of this mess.

That night, in the bedroom, my wife ordered, "Put on the stockings I left on the bed for you," before she went to the bathroom.

I loved nylons, but had never considered wearing them myself. I grabbed the white stockings, rolled them up having put them on my wife on a few occasions. I slid them up my legs and once I had them on, I moved my hands up and down them, liking how they felt.

When she returned, this time with a huge black cock, I gasped. Although not ten inches like Malcolm's, it was a good eight inches.

She complimented, "You look cute in stockings."

"I've always wondered what they would feel like on my legs," I admitted, rubbing my hands over my legs.

"And?" she asked.

"I don't understand why all women wouldn't wear them every day," I replied.

"Maybe you will now," she suggested, as she walked over to me and ordered, "Knees."

I dropped to the ground, and wordlessly took the big cock in my mouth.

"Good girl," she purred, as I bobbed on her cock.

Being called a girl was new and I wasn't sure what I thought of it.

After a minute she asked, "Ready to push your anal boundaries?"

Thinking I still may have to take Malcolm's cock in my ass, this was likely good preparation, I nodded, "I'm your slut, Mistress."

"Good girl," she replied, ordering "Get on all fours on the bed."

I obeyed.

She joined me, again with lube, and moved her hands up and down my nylon-clad legs. "I can't believe how hot you look on all fours in nylons."

"I still can't believe I am on all fours in stockings," I responded, even though I was looking forward to getting ass fucked by her. Both my orgasms from being sodomized were the most intense of my life and I wanted more.

"Yet, you love it, don't you?" she asked, still caressing my legs.

It felt so nice, my cock rock hard, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" she asked, as she moved her hands off my legs and to my ass.

"Yes, Mistress, I love being your girl," I admitted.

As she poured lube between my ass cheeks, she asked, "Do you want me to fuck your cunt?"

Calling my ass a cunt surprised me, yet I played along, "Yes, Mistress, I can't wait for you to fill my cunt with that big black cock of yours."

She began sliding it in and moaned, "Such a tight cunt."

"Ohhhh," I moaned, the extra girth widening my ass.

"Like having your cunt filled?" she asked, as her cock reached new depths inside me.

"Yes," I whimpered, the bigger girth and deeper penetration creating an intense burn, yet somehow turning me on at the same time.

"All in," she declared, a moment later.

"Thank God," I said through clenched teeth.

Her hands caressed my legs again as she remained lodged deep in my ass. She asked, "Ready to have that cunt of yours pounded?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered and then screamed in pain when she began fucking me hard, surprising me as she had started slowly the first two times.

"Take that, bitch," she said, as the pain was almost unbearable, but I rode through it, as she slammed into me hard and fast.

It was obvious I was in pain and yet she kept pounding me until the pain began to fade and a pleasure began to grow.

My small hard dick swung all over the place as she pounded my ass and my balls again boiled, ready to erupt the moment it was touched.

"Is my slut ready to come?" she asked, after a few minutes of hard core fucking, where I whimpered like a bitch in heat.

"God, yes," I moaned, praying she would stroke my cock for me.

"Beg, bitch," she demanded, bucking forward which created a new pleasure, a new pain.

"Please, Mistress, let your girlie man come like the little bitch he is," I babbled, degrading myself turning me on more.

She reached around and moved her finger down my cock, not even stroking it, but enough to make me start having spasms and my cum again began to shoot out of me as I made incoherent groans.

"Holy crap," she laughed, clearly surprised I had come so easily.

The pleasure was amazing as rope after rope shot out of my cock.

She pulled out, flipped me over onto my back, onto my cum, and took my cock in her mouth. A new pleasure encompassed my body as she deep throated my cock. She bobbed hungrily for a couple of minutes until suddenly I had to pee.

I begged, "Please stop, I'm going to pee."

She sat up and I quickly scurried to the washroom.

When I returned, feeling exhausted after having all my physical energy usurped from me, she said, lying on the bed pumping her cunt with big blackie, "Get over here and get me off."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, joining her on the bed. She kept fucking herself with the toy as I sucked on her clit. Like me, it didn't take long for her to cum.

Once her orgasm was done, we had a shower together, something we hadn't done in years.

THURSDAY

When I got out of the shower I gasped. On the bed was a pair of black thigh highs and a black thong. My wife was already dressed and said, "Will you wear those for me today?"

"While working?" I asked, even though the idea of wearing thigh highs I liked. I had loved the feel of them on my legs yesterday.

"It'll just be our little secret," she smiled, coming over to me and kissing me.

"Order me to," I said, liking the idea of doing it because I was told to.

"You really are a submissive bitch," she smiled, as she stroked my hardening cock.

"So I'm learning," I groaned, at her touch and words.

"I expect you to wear this sexy girl's lingerie at work today," she ordered. "A good slut should always be dressed and ready to slut it up."

I liked her theory, as she had lived it for years. "Yes, Mistress," I nodded, hoping she was going to drop to her knees and suck me off.

Yet she didn't. Old me would have guided her to her knees and slid my cock in her warm mouth. But new me just waited to be told what to do.

"Get dressed," she ordered, leaving the room.

I put the thigh highs on first and then the thong. Having a thin piece of fabric in-between my ass cheeks felt really uncomfortable... yet, it also turned me on. I finished getting dressed in my usual work gear and headed downstairs feeling oddly sexy.

It was just before lunch when a text from Malcolm arrived:

Cocksucker

Ready to get back in my good graces?

I sighed. Part of me was hoping he had given up on me after yesterday. Yet, as usual, another part of me felt a rush of excited adrenaline at having a text from him.

I responded back, unable to do anything but please him:

Yes, Master.

He responded back:

Yes, Master what?

I responded back:

Yes, Master, I'm ready to do WHATEVER it takes to get back in your good graces.

After I read what I wrote I shook my head. Why had I capitalized 'whatever'? Why had I been so eager? Shit, I was wearing girl's lingerie underneath my clothes.

He responded:

Better answer, Cocksucker,

Meet me at your house now.

My house? Shit. Yes, my wife was at work and my daughter at school, but what if either came home early for some reason.

Yet, as usual, caution thrown out the window, I replied subserviently:

Yes, Master.

On my way.


As I drove my wife called me.

I put it on speakerphone while I drove.

"Hi, baby," I greeted, like I always did.

"Hi, slut," she replied, which wasn't how she usually greeted.

"Hi, Mistress," I corrected.

"Enjoying wearing the lingerie?" she asked.

"Honestly, I love the thigh highs," I admitted, the silk feeling a constant turn on. "But the thong is incredibly annoying."

"Tell me about it," she replied.

"I just did," I joked.

"Just calling to say I'm not going to be home for supper today," she said, "Mom got in a minor car accident and I'm making her go to the hospital."

"Is she okay?" I questioned. Unlike most men, I loved my mother-in-law. She was a funny, sweet woman.

"Yes," Marcia replied, "but she was rear-ended, so I want to make sure there was no damage that will show up later."

"Good call," I agreed, as I pulled up to our house.

"That said," she continued, "I expect one of those toys you bought in your ass all night until I get home."

"So demanding," I joked, realizing I hadn't actually tried the expensive toys I purchased.

"Just training you to be a good anal slut," she countered.

I don't know why I said it, but I asked, "I thought you wanted me to be a good girl?"

"Hmmmm." She purred, "you like me feminizing you, don't you?"

"I guess," I said, not really liking that wording.

"Well, then keep one of those toys in that cunt of yours all night," she said, "keep it nice and ready for my big dick."

I laughed, "I love when you talk about your dick."

"And I love that my husband is a fucking submissive ass whore," she replied, before adding, "not to mention a great cunt muncher."

"I do like to multi-task," I joked, as I looked out the window and saw Malcolm looking at me. "But I've got to go, next stop."

"Okay, slut," she said, "looking forward to fucking that cunt of yours."

"Me too, Mistress," I agreed, "Bye."

"Bye, bitch," she finished and hung up.

I put my phone away and got out of the work van.

"Hi," I said to Malcolm.

"Hi, cocksucker," he greeted back.

I let him in my house and he said, "So, will you ever say no to the offer of my cock again?"

"No, Master," I nodded.

"What if your wife was here right now?" he asked.

I wasn't sure what I would really say if she was here, yet she wasn't so I played along, "I would obey you."

"You'd suck my cock in front of your wife?" he questioned.

"Yes, Master," I nodded, the idea actually a turn on. I also wondered what she would actually think now that she had become my dominant Mistress.

"What about your ass?" he questioned, as he pulled down his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock, "would you bend over and take my cock in your ass in front of your wife?"

"Yes, Master," I nodded, again wondering if such a thing would actually turn her on.

"And what would you do if I offered my cock to your wife?" he questioned, adding a new level of twistedness to his power trip.

"I don't know," I answered, which was the truth. Part of me assumed she would eagerly spread her legs for such a big cock if I approved, yet sharing my wife was not something I was willing to do.

"So you're okay if your wife learns you're a cock hungry two hole fuck toy, but not okay with your wife getting the same black privilege you have?"

His question was ludicrous, yet he had a point. I shrugged, "I really don't know."

"Come get my cock ready for your ass," he ordered, sitting down on the couch.

I went to him, fished out his cock and began sucking his semi-erect cock.

As I did, he talked. "I bet your wife would love some real black chocolate," and "I bet once she had my cock buried in her white cunt she would be in love with it just like you," "And my big black dick would look fucking hot between those huge udders of hers," and "One look at this big black cock and she would be hooked, we both know it,"

And we both did. No doubt my insatiable wife would be all over his dick if given the chance, probably even be okay with the derogatory words he was using.

He asked, "Has your wife primed your ass since our last discussion?"

"Yes, Master," I admitted.

"Delicious. You got lube?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," I nodded.

"Go get it and let's see if your wife has prepared your ass properly for me," he said, as he stood up and got out of his pants.

"Yes, Master," I obeyed, going up to my bedroom and grabbing the lube.

When I returned he was standing up, completely naked, his big cock pointing at me as if it was saying 'I choose you'.

"Get out of your pants, bitch," he ordered.

I obeyed and he laughed.

"You're wearing stockings?" he asked.

"It was always my fetish on women and my wife ordered I wear them today," I admitted.

"And a thong," he said, "you really are lucky you walked in on Andy and me that day. You desperately needed me."

I wasn't sure that was true, my whole life had been turned upside down due to one moment. And my world was about to get turned even more as I was about to get sodomized by a big black dick.

"Does she usually fuck you doggy style?" he asked.

"Yes," I admitted, that position utterly submissive.

"Bend over the back of the couch," he ordered, "I like fucking standing up."

"Yes, Master," I obeyed, both excited about what was to transpire and petrified. Dual emotions that seemed to be how I now lived my life.

"Shit, you are eager," he laughed, as I bent over the back of the couch and offered my ass to him.

He moved behind me and poured lube down my ass cheeks. As he rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks, I tensed up slightly.

"Relax," he said, "or this will be a lot more painful."

"Okay," I nodded, thankful that my wife had, unbeknownst to her, prepared me for Malcolm's cock... at least somewhat.

"Ready?" he asked.

"As ready as I will ever be," I answered back, actually wanting to feel his cock in me.

Slowly his cock slid in me.

My eyes went big.

My ass burned.

My cock hardened.

"Shit, usually they scream," Malcolm said, sounding impressed, as his cock filled me.

"My wife has prepped me well for you," I whimpered through gritted teeth. Although his cock wasn't wider than the last toy my wife fucked me with, it was longer.

"That she did," he agreed, as he continued going deeper in me, deeper than any toy had gone.

"Oh fuck," I groaned.

"My dick is bigger than the toy I'm guessing," he correctly assessed.

"So long," I admitted, as the burn coursed through me.

"All in," he announced.

"Thank God," I said.

"So tight," he said, as he began slowly fucking me.

"Fuck," I groaned, the usual pleasure and pain coursing through me.

For a couple of minutes he slowly fucked me, the pleasure slowly overriding the pain.

He asked, "Ready to really get fucked?"

"Yes, Master," I admitted, willing to indeed get ass fucked hard by him.

"Beg," he ordered, as he slammed his cock hard into me, reaching depths I didn't know could possibly exist.

Yet, even as a new pain burned through me, I begged, "Please, fuck your white faggot." I couldn't believe I called myself a faggot, yet at the moment I was one. I wanted cock and I wanted it deep in my ass.

"You want to be a faggot for all black cock?" he asked, his cock buried deep in my ass and not moving.

I noticed the word 'all' in his question and yet at that moment I was willing to do anything to get fucked. So I responded, like the submissive cock slut I had become, "Yes, Master, I want to be a faggot for all black cock."

"And you are willing to allow your wife to watch you be a nigger loving two hole faggot?" he questioned, still not moving.

"Yes," I admitted, barely listening to the questions, just agreeing to whatever he asked to get him back to fucking me.

"Hold on tight," he ordered, as he grabbed my hips and began reaming my ass.

"Shit," I screamed like a girl, the pleasure-pain principle at work and yet feeling a sense of euphoria at being used so roughly... even more intense, more erotic and more cock-hardening than anything I had ever experienced.

"You like it rough, bitch?" he asked, slamming into me so hard that the couch moved.

"Yes," I whimpered, indeed loving it rough.

"Is your dick hard?" he asked.

"As hard as it gets," I admitted.

"I can't wait to fuck your wife," he said, a minute later.

"Me too," I answered, before I even realized I said it.

"You can watch," he offered before he grunted and came in my ass, incredibly as he came in my ass, I exploded too, all over the back of my couch.

I had always wondered what it would feel like to be a woman and have cum spray inside you, my wife always seeming to love the feeling of it. And I am assuming it isn't exactly the same in the ass, but a mixture of feelings coursed through me: ecstasy, at the thrill of being used; dirtiness, at the reality I was being used; confusion, at the fact that I never felt as sexually liberated in my life as I did at that exact moment; emasculation, at coming from being ass fucked and come in like a girl.

"Did you just come?" he asked, laughing.

"Yes," I admitted, shame burning through me.

"From getting ass fucked or from imagining me fucking your wife?" he asked.

"I don't know," I answered, no longer sure. I loved getting ass fucked, and yet also liking the idea of seeing my wife get fucked by Malcolm too... she deserved to be fucked by a real cock... to not have to fake it for me.

As he pulled out, he said, "Either way, I have never had a guy come from getting fucked before. You really are a fag."

I knew I wasn't a fag. I loved eating pussy and fucking my wife, I just also liked sucking cock and getting ass fucked.

"I need to get back to school." He said, getting dressed.

I finally stood up, come leaking out of my ass which made me feel even dirtier.

"I'll see you Friday," he said a minute later and then left.

I wondered when he planned to want me on Friday and if he was going to have me suck his cock or fuck it. My cock remained hard at the idea of either.

I got dressed and returned to work.

That night, I put the rocks off toy in my ass, with a lot of lube, and laid in my bed. The toy vibrated, teasing my prostate and my balls at once.

I wanted to jerk off, but I also wanted to be ready when my wife got home.

That said, I got a call from Marcia that she was going to stay at her mom's for precautionary measures.

We chatted for twenty minutes and I ended up jerking off while she talked dirty to me... calling me her ass-slut.

After I came, I took the toy out of my ass, took off the thigh high stockings and went to the garage to work on a car and regain a bit of my masculinity.

THURSDAY

I wore the thigh highs again... wanting to make my wife happy when she got home.

Malcolm didn't text, although I didn't expect him to after he mentioned Friday when he finished fucking me.

That night, Marcia came home, but was exhausted and after chatting for a couple of hours about her mom, her lack of family support from her sister and falling behind at work, we went to bed and actually just went to sleep.

FRIDAY

I wore a new pair of thigh highs.

All day I anticipated a text from Malcolm that didn't come.

That night, after dinner, Marcia asked, "Going through withdrawal, slut?"

I smiled, Carol gone to the lake for the weekend, "Yes, Mistress."
She pulled down her skirt and revealed she already was wearing her big black ass breaking strap-on cock.

My mouth watered and my ass tingled.

Then the doorbell rang.

"You better get that," she smiled, "I'm not ready for company."

"I'll be back, ASAP," I said, planning to get rid of whoever was at the door... ready and eager to get her cock in my ass.

"I'll be upstairs, my slut," she said, heading to the bedroom.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, heading to the door.

I opened the door and froze.

"Hi, cocksucker," he greeted, "or should I say hi, faggot."

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

THE END... for now.

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