A gay story: Chuck & I (and Roger) Author’s Note: The following story is a continuation of the story “Chuck & I” and I would suggest that story be read prior to reading this story.
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I had just come on duty at the Colony theater one day and was just exiting the small, closet-like room where the ushers changed into their uniforms when I saw Roger come in the theater. When he saw me, Roger hurried to my side and, with a hand gripping my shoulder possessively, exclaimed, “hey, kid! Howya doin?” Not waiting for an answer, he added, “I talked to Chuck today! He called me from some place up in New York. Said he was being shipped to Germany, or some place over there. You hear from him?”
The surprise that he had called Roger and not myself must have shown on my face, for Roger’s tone changed from enthusiastic to sympathetic. “You hadn’t heard from him, huh? Guess he didn’t have the time. I’m sure he was thinking of you, though.”
I’m sure it wasn’t my imagination, for I was sure that I saw Roger wink when he uttered his last sentence. But I could never be sure with Roger. He was always unfathomable to me, although we rarely spoke other than to say ‘hi’ or ‘how you doing’ when we saw each other in the theater. I had noticed a definite change in his attitude ever since that day when Chuck had taken me up to the projection booth, however. He had always been somewhat stand-offish prior to that day, but after Chuck had me give Roger a blow job that day in the booth, Roger had been almost friendly. He never mentioned that day in the booth to me, so I had always assumed that either he had promised Chuck he wouldn’t or my servicing him was just a one-time thing.
Roger squeezed my shoulder and confided, “Chuck and I had a real good talk and I’ll tell you about it later if you’ll come up to the booth. But right now, I better get to work! I have to get that movie loaded.” Roger looked searchingly in my eyes and almost whispered, “see you later, kid?”
I could only nod as my mind was attempting to decipher Roger’s hidden meaning about the talk he had with Chuck. The way he had said it, I had the feeling that Chuck had told him some things about me, things that weren’t common knowledge, possibly stories about things he had made me do. I felt my face color at the thought of Roger, or anyone else for that matter, knowing some of the things I had done with Chuck before he had left for the army. I finally managed to force the thoughts out of my mind and headed up the ramp to do my pre-movie check of the theater, making sure the floor was clean, all the exits were shut, and the aisle lights were all working.
The movie was about half over when I suddenly remembered that Roger had asked me to come up to the booth so he could tell me about his talk with Chuck. After making one final check of the theater and ascertaining I wasn’t needed on the floor at that time, I made my way up the steep ramp to the back of the theater and then went around the wall which divided the entrance to the booth from the seats in the balcony. I softly rapped on the door and, after an uncertain moment, the door opened, spilling the projector light out onto the small area leading to the booth.
Roger held the door open and whispered, “c’mon in, kid. Hurry up.”
I quickly stepped up the two steps into the booth and heard the door shut behind me and then heard the tell-tale sound of the lock being closed with a click. I turned to look at Roger and asked, “uh, what did Chuck have to say, Roger? Is he liking it in the army?”
With one word, Roger answered my questions, “sleep”. It took several seconds for the almost-forgotten command which Chuck had used on me numerous times to sink in. I hadn’t heard that singular work for months. For a long time after Chuck had left, I longed to hear that one word, that one key that released my inhibitions, my submissiveness. And now, now I hear it from an unexpected source. My mind battled very briefly with decision…should I continue the farce I had with Chuck, or admit the truth? The decision was made in a split second when I heard Roger speak again. “On your knees, cock-sucker. Take my dick out and kiss it.” The very force with which Roger had spoken made the decision for me….I LOVED being commanded.
Without any further hesitation, or even thought, I obeyed Roger’s command and sunk to my knees. I felt a comfort, a warmth envelop me as I reached out with my hands and opened Roger’s pants with an almost-familiarity as though I had completed the same task many, many times. Once I had his pants open, I worked a hand through the zippered opening and gently persuaded Roger’s rapidly-expanding cock to peek it’s head out in the open. I quickly leaned forward and kissed the soft flesh passionately, my tongue caressing the leaking head, coating my taste buds with the sexual elixer. I was thrilled with the immediate response as Roger’s cock hardened and I began to smother it with kisses. I could hear Roger unfastening his belt and then push his pants down to his knees and waited for his next command, longed for his next command, my whole being wanting to envelop his cock with my mouth, to love it like I had Chuck’s.
It was a short wait as I heard Roger groan, “mmm, yes, god, it’s been so long. Suck it, kid. Suck my dick. Show me how you love it.” And I did. I did love it. I showed it when I quickly, without preamble, swallowed the entire length of at least seven inches, possibly eight, holding it lodged in my throat as I used my tongue to lathe his nut sack. When my brain told me I needed air, I slowly backed off the rippled meat until just the head remained in my hot mouth where my tongue agonizingly teased every centimeter of the rubbery head, flicking at the glans relentlessly before once again plunging down the length and burying it in my throat.
“Oh, kid, you’ve learned to suck cock GOOD! You’re better than the first time. Man! Jeezuss!” Roger began to fuck my face energetically while he held my head, his fingers affectionately weaving through my hair. My much-improved technique soon proved too much for him for suddenly he held my head in place with his cock fully buried in my throat as I felt several hot spurts of thick cum running down my gullet. Roger’s legs began to shake as his cock emptied his supply of cum and he backed off slightly until his still-oozing dick head was resting on my tongue. I took the opportunity to breathe deeply while I lovingly siphoned the last of his juice out of the rapidly-deflating appendage. Soon, though, the sensitive head caused Roger to push my mouth off of his cock with the admonition, “that’s enough, kid. You can stop now.”
Playing the game, I remained on my knees while Roger tucked his cock back in his briefs and pulled up his pants. Roger looked down at me and patted me on the head, “you can get up now, my lovely dick-sucker.”
I got to my feet, unsure of what I should do next, whether to continue playing the role of hypnotized slut or confess my ruse. The submissive side of me decided on the former, a part of me realizing that I could never do all that might be demanded of myself unless I continued the role I had always practiced with Chuck. So I stood there with a blank look on my face, supposedly awaiting my next command.
It took Roger a couple of minutes to realize why I hadn’t said anything or appeared like I was ready to leave the small room. “Oh, yeh, that’s right…you’re waiting for further instructions, aren’t you?”
I wasn’t sure if a truly hypnotized person would reply to theoretical question, but I decided I should just in case. “Yes, sir. I am ready for your next command.”
Evidently, Roger wasn’t too familiar with hypnotized subjects either, for he grinned and then instructed, “very well, kid. You are to report here every day and ask how you can serve me. You will not remember that I gave you this instruction, but will act on it instinctively. You are now my sex slave whenever I want and will obey whenever and wherever I command. Do you understand, slave?”
“Yes, sir. I understand, sir. I will obey your every command.”
Roger stood there a moment thoughtfully rubbing his chin while studying me. “I know you will. Right now you will drop your pants and underwear and show me your ass.”
The command surprised me, for Roger had not shown any interest in fucking me, but I knew I had to obey his order or confess my ruse, so I methodically unfastened my pants and pushed both them and my boxer shorts down to my ankles. Roger stepped behind me and, pushing my starched shirt up, ran his hand over my ass, even squeezed one cheek. “Mmm, nice and smooth,” he muttered. “Like a baby’s butt. Or maybe a woman’s ass. Are you a woman, boy?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer the odd question, so I remained silent until Roger repeated, “I said, are you a woman, boy?”
My mind scrambled for a plausible answer and I finally blurted, “I am what you want me to be, sir.”
Roger slid a finger down the crack of my ass and chuckled, “good answer, slut. You are exactly what I want you to be…you are a woman in every way I want, a woman I can fuck however I want. Is that right, slut?”
“Yes, sir. Yes. I am your woman.”
Roger’s hand and fingers left my behind and he ordered, “pull your pants up, girl. Straighten yourself up.”
I dutifully did as instructed and then stood zombie-like awaiting another command, but all Roger voiced was, “you will not remember any of this time with me until the next time we are together.” Then he clapped his hands loudly and quickly moved over to stand behind one of the large projectors.
“Wh, was that all Chuck had to say, Roger?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say, so I pretended that Roger had told me something that Chuck had told him.
“Huh? Huh? Oh, oh, yeh. Yeh, that was all,” Roger quickly caught on, thinking that I truly did not remember anything from the last half-hour or so. Turning his attention from the projector, he advised, “I think you better get downstairs before the boss comes looking for you.”
“Yeh, you’re right. I’ve been off the floor too long. I’ll see you later.” I caught the grin that Roger flashed at my parting words and realized how prophetic my words had been in his lecherous mind. Without another word or a look back, I hastily exited the projection booth, my mind full of all that had transpired in the last few minutes. Prior to this time, I had no idea that Roger was interested in adapting Chuck’s position as my master. Apparently, Chuck had told him the complete story as to how I had come ‘under his spell’ and how Roger could utilize the same technique. Thinking about it, I was now surprised that Chuck had not told someone the same details before now. I guessed that he had chosen Roger because of the two of us working together. Regardless, I found that I enjoyed the transition from being a free cock-loving spirit to one who only existed to serve and obey one man, to be used however he saw fit. Now I was looking forward to seeing how Roger would take advantage of the new-found power he had over me.
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Following Roger’s orders to the letter, I visited the projection booth the very next day. As soon as Roger had let me in the booth and locked the door, he commanded, “sleep”. Once again, I stood there obediently awaiting his next command, fearful that the rapid beating of my heart in anticipation could be heard. Roger evidently couldn’t detect the expectancy in me, for in one curt command ordered, “take your clothes off, bitch. Strip for me.”
It was the first time I had been called a ‘bitch’, but I quickly realized that it was exactly what I had become…not a boy, or a man, but a man’s woman, his bitch. Realizing this, I actually took pride in it and quickly complied with Roger’s unexpected command, stripping my body of every stitch of clothing and then standing there for his examination and appraisal, hoping that he would like what he saw while certain that he would. I had a well-developed body, completely proportionate, tanned from numerous hours on Fort Lauderdale’s beaches, relatively hairless, with soft, smooth skin. “A woman’s skin”, I thought silently and proudly. Even women and girls had praised my legs, obviously envious of their shape and form.
Roger walked completely around me, his eyes approvingly appraising every inch, before stopping in front of me and then removing his pants and underwear before ordering, “lick me, slut. Lick my body, starting at my belly and down to my knees.”
I had expected Roger to order me to kiss and suck his cock, which was now pointing upward at a forty-five degree angle, so his order took me by surprise. Still, I sunk to my knees and began to kiss and lick his body, having to push his shirt up a little to comply with licking his belly, his cock continually striking me in the face as I worked my mouth and tongue over his abdomen, his hairs tickling my nose as I traversed back and forth, up and down the white skin, feeling his stomach muscles react to the titillating stroking of my tongue. Downward I went, my mouth teasingly capturing his cock as I went around his pubic area, finally getting to his nut sack where I would take first one and then the other in my mouth and rolled them around with my tongue, gently, lovingly, feeling their weight increase from my attention.
When I had reached Roger’s knees, he breathed heavily, “that’s good, bitch. Now suck my dick. Get it good and wet. Show me how you love my cock because tonight my cock is going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck my woman and my woman is going to enjoy every inch pushed up in her pussy.”
I eagerly followed Roger’s instructions, hungry for the taste of his cock, the feeling of it’s strength in my mouth, his approving moans of pleasure as I sucked on the center of his being. Following Roger’s orders, and for my own benefit, I slobbered on his cock, thoroughly wetting it, admiring how this tremendous piece of meat could continue to harden and grow past previous bounds.
“Finger your pussy, bitch. Open that hole up for me,” Roger hissed.
I had never fingered my ass before, but I saw the wisdom in my new lover, my master. I had to finger my asshole so it would open wider, would blossom just like a vagina, to accept his formidable width. I thought back to the night when Chuck had sold me to two men at the Governor’s hotel and how I had lost my anal cherry to that cruel pair, particularly that fat slob named Roy. He had brutally raped my ass, forever stretching it beyond normal. That in mind, I slipped my right hand between my spread legs and gingerly ran my middle finger around my anal opening, gradually working towards the center until I had slipped that finger in to the first knuckle. Then I began to slowly rotate my finger while I never lost my concentration on Roger’s cock, actually salivating even more from the mere thought of having him fuck me. Soon, I was able to work two, and then three fingers inside my man-pussy, thrilling at the excited nerve endings around the wrinkled ring, finding that I enjoyed fingering myself.
Roger was ready to fuck about the same time as my ass was ready for him, for he pushed my mouth off his cock and ordered, “bend over that chair, slut. You’re going to get the fucking of your life.”
I quickly stood up and took the couple of steps to the chair Roger used while running the projectors. Spreading my legs, I bent over the cushioned seat and lowered my torso until my chest was resting on the seat with my arms hanging over the side. Roger wasted no time, hurriedly stepping between my outstretched legs, his lengthy cock slipping between my rounded cheeks as he gripped my hips and made a couple of tentative strokes up and down the crack. “Put it in, slut. Reach back here and put my cock in your tight pussy.”
It was a little difficult for me to reach behind myself and grip his pulsing cock, but I did manage to do it by twisting at the waist a little. I was surprised by how Roger’s cock seemed to have grown, becoming both thicker and longer and for a brief second, I questioned myself whether I could accept such a hard, wide, and long dick inside my near-virgin hole. Roger dispelled my silent question as he pushed forward, eager to send his missile up my hot canal. I felt the tip push against my perineum and pushed the hard rod upward until I felt the rubbery tip come in contact with my still-relaxed opening. As soon as Roger felt his cock touch the wrinkled hole, he pushed forward with his hips while pulling backward on mine. With just a little resistance, the spade-like head popped inside the loosened sphincter, quickly followed by two or three inches of steel-hard flesh. I felt Roger withdraw his tool a couple of inches before he lunged forward and pushed a good half of his cock inside me. The sudden intrusion, along with the additional stretching of my opening, caused me to emit an involuntary moan, my hands clenching in response to the pain, my mouth dropping open as my eyelids flew open.
Roger once again backed off until just his cock-head was inside my tortured anus and then lunged forward, pushing what felt to me like the entire length of his cock up my colon. The force of the invasion almost took my breath, but I still managed a “uumphh” as I felt Roger’s belly strike my upturned ass.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, my pussy? Yeh, you love it, bitch. Tell me how you love my cock in your tight ass.”
With a grunt and hands clenched even tighter, I managed a squeaking “yes. Yes-s-s sir, I love your cock in my p-pussy.”
“Yeh, my pussy, you mean,” Roger grunted as he began to saw back and forth, his entire cock traversing it’s full length from my opening and inside me as far as he could push it, his tight nuts bumping against my now-shriveled sack, his hairy belly striking my smooth cheeks with resounding slaps, the sound becoming a rhythm of slap, slap, slap as Roger developed a even pattern of fucking my ass. “Man, so tight, so tight,” Roger chimed. “I love your pussy, girl. Better than any bitches’.”
The constant massaging of my ring and channel had finally dulled the pain I had felt at first and I began to feel an arousal, a sort of pleasure emanating throughout my body. I didn’t think it was pleasure equal or identical to the pleasure I had felt with my cock. Nothing like that. Not orgasmic. But a pleasure brought on by the knowledge that I was pleasing a man, that he was enjoying my body, that he ‘loved my pussy’. As Roger stroked his cock up and down my chute, I began to moan in harmony, my sexual sounds imparting the pleasure I was beginning to feel.
It was several minutes, perhaps as much as ten minutes, of steady ass-fucking before Roger suddenly began to speed up his strokes and his breath became grunts of sexual delight and then he stopped. He stopped with his cock fully buried inside me, his hands gripping my hips painfully. And then I felt it…a sudden warmth flooding my insides, a warmth that seemed to come in waves as Roger’s cock erupted in pent-up release. After the first eruption, Roger seemed to find his voice, grunting, “unnhhh, unnhh, gawd, gawd, damn, damn! Whew!”
After I felt the last gush of warmth, Roger bent forward and rested his body on top of me, his breath coming in gasps as he worked to overcome his sexual exhaustion. He finally managed to mutter, “damn, you’re good, bitch. My hot woman, my cock sucker. We are going to do this very, very often.”
I could feel the previously steel-hard cock soften inside me and begin to withdraw, followed by a wetness that instinct told me was Roger’s cum and, once his cock completely slipped from my ass, I could feel that wetness slide down my perineum and coat my balls. Roger stood and affectionately slapped my ass and then ordered, “on your knees, bitch. Clean my cock with your mouth. Every time I fuck you in the future, you’re going to clean my dick without me saying. Understand?”
I dropped to my knees in front of Roger and, right before enveloping his stained cock with my mouth, I answered obediently, “yes, sir. I will do it without being told.” The taste was offensive, but I rationalized it was no different than rimming a man’s hole and I was doing it for the man who I wanted to please above all else. So I cleaned the wrinkling meat with enthusiasm, using my tongue to get into every crevice and wrinkle, burying my mouth all the way to Roger’s wiry pubic hairs.
As I cleaned Roger’s delicious meat, I felt it grow in my mouth and, instinctively, I began to suck on it, my body craving the taste of cum. But I was to be deprived as Roger pushed my mouth off his cock and chuckled, “not now, slut, my little cock sucker. I’ve got work to do.”
I stayed on my knees, my attention still focused on Roger’s cock until he bent over and picked up his clothing and began to dress. Seeing me remaining on my knees, Roger advised, “you can get up and get dressed now, bitch.” I silently did as he told me, zombie-like dressing, knowing I had to wait for further instructions or release from my supposed-hypnotized state. When I was finished dressing, Roger touched my cheek affectionately and confided, “I have plans for you, my sweet. This coming Tuesday. We’re both off that day and you are to come to my apartment at eight o’clock that night. You will remember nothing of what has happened here this evening except that it has made you feel good and you have an overwhelming desire to please me. You will also remember that I live at 420 Southwest Third Street, apartment 201. You will not know why you are there, only that you have to be there. Knock softly on the door and wait. Do you understand, cock sucker?”
Robotically, I replied, “yes, sir. I understand, sir.”
“Good,” Roger whispered hoarsely before clapping his hands.
Having played the role so many times, I quickly reacted by appearing to have awakened from a deep sleep. “How you feeling, kid? Enjoy your nap?”
“I feel fine, Roger. Good, actually. I must have needed that nap. Sorry I wasn’t much company. I don’t know what happened, but I must have been really tired.”
“Oh, you were great company,” Roger smiled, thinking that only he was aware of the double meaning. “You better get to work now before the boss comes looking for you.”
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Tuesday afternoon I spent a couple of hours getting ready for my ‘date’ that night. I was really looking forward to an evening with Roger at his apartment. No worries about someone or something interrupting us, about having to get back to my work before the boss came looking for me. In reality, I was just looking forward to being Roger’s sex slave…possibly as much or more than I had with Chuck. Roger possessed the maturity and experience that Chuck had lacked and, although Chuck had been my first love, I felt that I would enjoy sexual delights and experiences that only an older man could provide. So I spent a couple of hours grooming myself for the new man in my life. I bathed, washed my hair, and shaved, first my face as close as possible and then the few hairs on my chest and my entire pubic area. When I had shaved around my cock and balls I had looked at myself in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door and was surprised at how being clean-shaven there made my body look ten years younger, almost feminine except for the tiny appendage that for some reason now seemed to be smaller. I smiled at the image and fervently hoped that Roger would like it, liked how his ‘woman’ now looked. Yes, his “woman”, his slut, his pussy, his bitch. I thought of Roger’s terms for me with a sense of pride, a happiness that he could feel that way about me.
At eight o’clock sharp I softly rapped my knuckles on apartment 201, my heart beating loudly in my ears, my breathing coming in nervous gasps, the anticipation of pleasures building as I waited for Roger to open the door. It seemed to take forever before the door opened and I had almost built up the courage to knock once more, but Roger finally opened the door, smiling warmly at me. He didn’t step aside to let me enter as I expected, but joined me in the hall, closing the door behind him.
“Hey, kid. Glad you’re right on time. Have any trouble finding the place?”
I shuffled nervously from one foot to the other as I answered, “naw, it was easy. I knew right where it was.” I didn’t confess that I had driven by the apartment building that morning so that I would be sure where Roger lived, not wanting to be late by searching for his place.
“Good, kid. That’s good.” Roger put one hand on my shoulder and stared into my eyes briefly, then almost whispered, “sleep”.
I was so relieved to hear Roger speak our magic word, the word which would allow me to be all that he wanted of me, to do as he commanded, to relieve me of all responsibilities for my actions. I immediately adapted the pose and appearance of his hypnotized slave, staring straight ahead, my face devoid of any sign of emotion.
Roger caressed my cheek with the back of his hand and asked, “are you my bitch? And will you do everything I tell you?”
“Yes. Yes, sir, I am your bitch and I will do everything you tell me,” I answered in a monotone.
With a grin, Roger opened the door and, with a hand possessively on my ass, guided me into his apartment, firmly closing the door behind himself and locking it. Standing just inside the room, I discreetly surveyed my surroundings, noticing that the room was sparsely furnished, obviously just an efficiency, with a small kitchen to the right and the sitting area to the left. The sitting area, or living room, contained a worn sofa with a coffee table in front of it and a easy chair to the side. What was surprising, and it took some effort for me to not reveal my surprise, was that two men sat on the sofa, both of them holding drinks and smilingly appraising me. One was about the same age as Roger with a full head of sandy-hair, a face that revealed countless hours in the sun, wrinkled and tanned. Beside him was one of the blackest men I had ever seen. Black, and big. Not fat-type big, but big with muscles. And tall. Either he was very tall, or the man beside him was short, as he was at least a head taller than the sandy-haired man. The black raised his glass in a salute at either me or Roger with a knowing smirk and an approving smile.
“See what I mean, fellas?” Roger queried. “Ain’t he everything I told you?”
Sandy shot back, “yeh, but will he do anything you tell him? Anything we want?”
The black chimed in, “yeh, Roger. I don’t believe the shit you been telling us. This kid don’t look like the slut you were promising.”
Roger appeared to take offence at the black’s inference that he had been lying to them, for he turned to me and demanded, “bitch, will you do anything I, or my friends, tell you to do?”
Robotically, I answered softly, “yes, sir. I will do anything I am told. I must obey.”
Sandy leaned forward in his seat, rubbing his rough hands together, “make him prove it, Rog. I gotta see it to believe it.”
Roger snickered, “slut, strip for us. Prove you will do as told.”
Without looking at any of the men, I first kicked off my loafers and then pulled my polo shirt over my head. I was more than a little nervous about what the men had in store for me, particularly concerning the big black man. I hadn’t ever had any form of sex with a black, male or female, and like a typical southern boy, held the same mythical beliefs concerning black men. That, as well as the taboo widely held by whites having any interracial intimacy with blacks. Despite my nervousness, I was able to undo the belt to my slacks and lower the zipper before letting the material drop to my ankles, revealing my tanned body standing before three men staring lewdly at me in my white cotton briefs. I stepped out of the pants pooling at my feet and quickly pushed my briefs down over my hips and letting them fall. I kicked them aside and stood still, fully nude and awaited Roger’s next command.
“Crawl over to Julius and bury your head in his crotch, bitch. Show my black friend that you will do anything he tells you.”
I dropped to my knees and a part of me appreciated the humiliation Roger was now submitting me to, making me crawl like the true slave I was. As I started across the narrow room towards the man named Julius, he kicked the coffee table aside with a grin and spread his muscular legs wide in anticipation of the young white boy following Roger’s orders. I didn’t disappoint him or Roger, for as soon as I had crawled between the out-stretched legs, I buried my head face first into the man’s crotch, even nuzzling the growing bulge between his legs with my lips. From the size of the bulge, I could tell that Julius must have an extra large cock and wondered if I could fit it in my mouth. Also, I noticed that Julius had a musky smell unlike any other man I had known. Not unpleasant, but different. Sexually musky. Even empowering.
I sensed rather than saw, Julius undo his belt and then he ordered in a husky voice, “undo my pants, bitch. Take my cock out.”
Raising my head slightly, I used both hands to unfasten the metal button to his jeans and then pull the zipper down. Once his jeans were unzipped, Julius pushed the material aside, revealing that he didn’t have on any underwear. Instead, his belly was covered by a curly, kinky growth of hair that seemed to run on down to his pubic region. I felt the stiff hair of his belly with one hand while working my other hand down inside his pants to grip his hardening cock. I was immediately impressed with the thickness of his staff, barely able to reach my fingers around it. I had to more the hard meat to the side in order to get it out of the restraining cloth, finally having to use the other hand to push more of the jeans aside. I was mesmerized by the black snake once it was fully out in the open. Veins were already beginning to form around the dark brown skin and a lighter-colored head was starting to peak above the uncircumcised staff. A copious drop of precum nestled in the pee-slit and I had to resist the temptation to lick it up, to taste it. But I had enough control to know that I had to await my next command.
And it came quickly, “kiss the head, slut, you cock-sucking bitch.”
I didn’t need another invitation, now curious as to what this man tasted like. Were black’s precum different? I had to know. So I leaned forward, inhaling his scent, and licked the slit with fervor, drawing the small pond of fluid onto my tongue. The taste ignited me and I licked the head again and again, wanting so badly to taste some more of his elixir.
Julius boomed with delighted laughter, “heh, heh, the slut likes my juice. Oh, yeh, Roger, you were so-o-o right! This is one hot bitch.” He grasped his cock with one hand and slapped me across the cheeks with it, then ordered, “suck it, cunt. Suck my cock good and I’ll give you even more love juice.” Even as Julius spoke, he began to push his jeans on over his hips and down his thighs as far as he could, uncovering a tremendous pair of nuts which were beginning to tighten up against his underside.
Gone was any trepidation I previously had concerning blacks as I feverishly worked my tongue all over the spade-like head, even working my tongue underneath the foreskin. I felt the erect meat flinch in my mouth and drove my mouth downward, down to where my lips brushed the wiry hairs of his pubis, the cock-head embedded in my throat. I opened my mouth enough to let my tongue slither out and lick at his nuts and was rewarded by an appreciative moan from Julius. I could feel his breathing become more labored and soon felt his hands cradling my head as I worked my mouth up and down that glorious piece of meat, repeating my original act with my tongue each time, feeling his cock grown even larger in my mouth.
It was possibly no more than five minutes after I began sucking that delicious cock when I felt something warm trickle down the crack of my ass followed shortly by the feel of a searching finger entering my asshole. The finger moved around and around and slowly my guardian ring began to relax, relax enough until I felt another finger enter me then both fingers working in and out as fast as they could reach. Briefly, I felt that another finger had been added to the probing digits and then they were withdrawn, only to be replaced by something rubbery pressing at the expanded opening and then popping inside the loosened sphincter. The feeling further ignited me, driving me to even greater efforts at pleasing the cock I was lovingly massaging with all of my mouth and tongue, giving the best blow job I had ever given. In addition, I began to exercise my kegel muscles, the action massaging the intruding cock in my ass which was now buried several inches inside my dark hole. I couldn’t tell who it was that was fucking me so vigorously, but I found that I was enjoying it immensely. The hard meat in my colon was rubbing against the wall near my prostate and exciting it, forcing copious amounts of precum to drip from my shriveled cock onto the carpet beneath.
My mouth and jaw were getting tired by the time I felt Julius’ cock twitch and then a warm spurt of cum fill my mouth before I descended once again on the erupting sausage and took the drainage in my throat, evidently greatly pleasing to Julius as he groaned in delight and his hands tightened on my head. I was held like that for several minutes while Julius emptied his load. The cum he had deposited in my mouth dripped out of the corners of my lips onto his belly to my dismay, as I wanted to savor the taste, the taste of my first black man. I promised myself, however, that I would lick every drop of the precious fluid off his belly as soon as I could, as I soon as he released me from his hold.
I felt Julius’ hands drop from my head and his cock soften slightly. I took the opportunity to remove my mouth from the deflating tool and immediately dive with my tongue extended onto his belly where I began to lap up the spilled white honey, letting the taste buds on my tongue relish the flavor, a flavor not quite salty, but erotic, leaving me wanting even more of the taste. All that time, my body was being rocked by the steady, hard thrusting of the cock in my ass, creating a symphony of skin slapping skin as my fucker slammed his belly against my soft ass cheeks.
When I had completely licked up every drop of cum from Julius’ belly, he pushed my head back and announced to no one in particular, “gawd, this is one cum-loving slut. Man, she’s good. I wanna keep this bitch.” It was then that I glanced behind me and saw the man named Sandy on his knees behind me, his hips ramming back and forth, his eyes closed and his mouth tight, his cock sliding easily up my channel, his fucking still adding to the pleasure that had enveloped me for the entire time I had been sucking.
I was taken by surprise when Sandy quickly withdrew his cock from my ass and stood. He gripped me by the shoulders and turned me away from Julius before commanding, “drink my cum, bitch, you cunt!” I didn’t even think of where his cock had just been, but quickly leaned forward and captured his swinging cock with my lips. I didn’t have to work for my next load of cum as Sandy’s cock immediately began spewing forth, emptying his storage of sperm over my tongue and coating my mouth. Instinctively, I began to suck, nursing every drop I could from his store house, driven by an overwhelming urge to drink cum, to dine on the mixed flavors, to be what I knew I was…a cum-loving slut.
Before I felt I had gathered every drop of Sandy’s cum, Roger was beside me and pulling me to my feet. “Bend over that chair,” he dictated. “I want some of that pussy now. Yeh, dirty seconds.”
I stepped the couple of feet to the easy chair and draped myself over one arm, my ass invitingly bent at just the right angle. Roger wasted no time, stepping between by legs and, holding his hard cock with one hand, rubbed it around my star hole a couple of times and then thrust forward. This time I felt no pain, my asshole undoubtedly gaping open from the fucking it received by Sandy. His cock and Roger’s appeared to be about the same size so the feeling was as though Sandy had not stopped fucking me.
Roger enjoyed talking as he fucked me, possibly enjoying more how he thought he was humiliating me, although I didn’t take it as humiliation any longer. To me, they were love words, words of pleasure. “Yeh, bitch, my woman, my little girl. You love daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
I grunted with Roger’s unending strokes, his pounding of my ass, “unnhh, yes, yes, master. I love my daddy’s cock.”
“And you love cum, too, don’t you, bitch?”
“Yessss, yes, I love cum.”
As I was answering Roger’s last question, Julius slipped onto the easy chair, lifting my head so that it rested in his lap, his cock lying against his now naked belly, his body now completely undressed. “You love cum, huh, bitch? And you love my cock, too, don’t you? I don’t need to hear you say it…just take my rod in your hot mouth.”
I eagerly reached for Julius cock and brought it to my mouth, delighted in how it began to harden just from my touch. I smothered it with kisses and ran the head back and forth over my lips then rubbed it all over my face, enraptured by the feel of his hot, pulsating cock on my skin. It was then that I realized that I would gladly forsake all other men for this one man. This black, this man with the most delicious cum, the most glorious cock.
“Oh, yeh, my cock-loving slut. Suck it good. But not too good. ‘Cause when old Roger is finished, this black snake is going up your ass. Going where no man has gone before.” Julius chuckled at his using the familiar phrase from the television show ‘Star Trek’.
Roger fucked me for five minutes or so before he lunged forward and buried his cock all the way in my ass. I felt the warm spurts from his dick squirt several times in my colon and then he was gone. Satisfied for the moment, now wanting to watch his friend Julius fuck me, wanting to see if I can take suck a big cock.
Julius roughly pushed my head off his cock and directed, “get between my legs, pussy, and sit on my cock.”
I stood up and stepped between Julius’s legs, facing away from him, then slowly lowered myself until I felt his cock bump against one ass cheek. I reached between my legs and grasped his cock at the base and, once again, I questioned myself as to whether I could take such a massive member in my ass. But I knew I had no choice, so I moved Julius’ stiff meat, still wet with my saliva, until I felt the bulbous head against my rectum. I slowly, very slowly, lowered my body until I felt the head begin to spread my still-gaping hole. I felt a little pain as the opening was stretched even further, but not as bad as I thought it would be. I lowered myself a little further and felt a little more pain, but I clenched my teeth and dropped down a little further. The pain was too much, so I raised up some and then lowered myself a little. I repeated this several times until I could feel more and more of Julius’ thick shaft slide inside me. Once the head was past my sphincter, the pain subsided, and I lowered my body even more. With several attempts of raising and lowering myself, I was soon able to take his entire cock inside me. I felt so unbelievably full! It was like I hadn’t taken a shit in a week! But at the same time, it felt good. I felt a real sense of accomplishment. I was able to accept a monster cock in my love canal!
I began to raise and lower myself more and more, faster and faster, and was soon aided by Julius’ hands gripping my hips and lifting me up and down. It was probably a comical sight…my white body bouncing up and down on Julius’ black body, but soon it felt so natural. I closed my eyes and delighted at the sensual feeling of actually riding a cock, of fucking suck a wonderful piece of meat. My eyes opened when I felt a cock touch my lips and I looked up to see Sandy with a lascivious grin on his face, his intent and what he wanted clear. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to ensnare the tantalizing cum-stick in my mouth as Julius bounced me up and down. The combination was perfect! I was going to be able to get cum in my ass and at the same time get to drink some more delicious cum. That knowledge made me lavish extra attention on Sandy’s cock, giving him what I was sure was an unequaled blow job. And it didn’t take long, either, for Sandy lasted less than five minutes before he let lose with a fresh load of cum. Most of which I caught in my mouth and some of which landed on my face and chest. Not to be deprived, I used my fingers to gather up any spilled fluid as soon as Sandy moved aside. I licked my fingers and smacked my mouth with joy as I cleaned up every drop of cum, thrilling in the deviated act.
My ass was beginning to feel sore from the constant friction on my opening when Julius finally gave me relief, gripping me by under my knees and folding me in half as he held me still on his cock and emptied another load inside me, the heat from his load feeling like it was entering my stomach. When he released me, I fell forward off his lap in a heap on the floor, my ass still slightly elevated. I could hear laughter from the three men along with comments on how much fun they had had and how they would have to do it again.
That was the last I heard before I fell into a deep slumber, a slumber filled with cocks of various sizes and buckets of cum. Somewhere along the way of my journey in the world of sleep, I began to dream that I was a woman and a man without a face was fucking me from behind. He was holding me tightly with his arms around my chest and was squeezing and pinching my nipples while he was rocking my body with hammering thrusts of his cock, the longest cock I had ever seen, easily the length of one of my arms and just as thick and muscular. Then, through my half-conscious mind, I realized it wasn’t a dream, but blissful reality. As my mind came into focus, I understood that I was not a woman and the cock inside me was not as long as my arm, but everything else about my dream was very, very real.
Suddenly, I felt a mouth bite down on my shoulder and, from the immediate pain, I knew the teeth had broken my skin. I squirmed to see who my biting attacker might be, but couldn’t see his face as he buried it in the crook of my neck where he began to suck on the skin, certainly creating a hicky, his mark to show all that he had claimed me as his.
Then the unseen face spoke, “heh, heh, Roger. Your little fuck toy woke up. Now he can suck this load of cum his ass is building up in me.”
I heard Roger laugh from somewhere across the room, “go ahead, Virgil. You can make him do anything you want. Just like I told you.”
Virgil was grunting with his exhausting thrusts into my ass, but he still managed to thank his benefactor. “Mmm, Roger, thank you, thanks, man. Ain’t had no pussy in months and this, puff, puff, is just as good. You are, unhhh, the best damn neighbor.”
My sore asshole was pummeled a couple more minutes before Virgil suddenly pulled his cock out of my clenching hole with a popping sound. He roughly turned me over on my back and straddled my body, then slid forward until his cock was dangling over my head. “Open up, you sweet cunt. I gotta load for you.” Before I could open my mouth enough to accept his cock it began to squirt stringy strands of yellowish-white cum on my face until he gripped it and stuck it in my mouth, rapidly sinking the full six inches inside. That was when I believed him when he had told Roger that he hadn’t had any pussy in months. Evidently, he hadn’t jerked off, either, for his cock was ejaculating more cum than any two men I knew and I had to struggle to swallow all of it to keep from strangling on the thick goo.
Finally, Virgil pulled his cock out of my mouth and used it to mop up the strands of cum he had deposited on my face and then fed it to me, gleefully enjoying the depravity of the action. “Hee, hee, Roger, your cocksucker sure does like cum, doesn’t he?”
“Uh-huh, he sure does. I’m not sure I can find enough guys to satisfy him, but it sure is fun trying.”
“Well, you can call on me any time you need someone with a full load.”
“I’ll do that, Virgil. I sure will. Fact is, if you gather up a few of your friends, I’ll let you have him some night. I’d love to see him gang-banged.”
“Damn, that would be fun!” Virgil exclaimed. “I’d like to get some pics of him getting it both ends, too.” Virgil stood up and started putting on his pants, all the while looking down at me as though I was a piece of meat, a toy he could use and abuse. “You know, Roger, I think I can get together six or seven guys from work. Hell, everyone of them are pussy hounds. Wouldn’t matter to them if it’s male or female.”
Roger and Virgil walked to the door and, as Roger opened the door, he clapped Virgil on the back, “okay, then, Virgil. You get them together and we’ll set it up. We could probably even sell some pics of him getting screwed to one of them men’s magazines.”
Virgil laughed as he left the apartment and I could still hear him laughing even after Roger had closed his door. Roger looked at me with a studied gaze for a moment and then commented, “damn, if old Virgil don’t have an idea. You only had four men tonight, but I bet you could handle lots more than that.” Roger sat in the easy chair near where I still remained on the floor on my back but with my legs drawn up slightly. “Whatcha think, slut? Think you would like that? Would you like me to let a bunch of guys have you? You going to do like I say?”
The multiple questions coming one after another were too many for me to answer. Besides, I wasn’t sure how I should answer. I didn’t want to alienate Roger, but wanted to please him above all else. I didn’t know exactly how I felt about being used by several men, either. I had to admit to myself that I did enjoy pleasing several men tonight, but wasn’t sure if I would feel the same with even more men. All I could do was answer Roger’s last question. “Yes, sir. I will always do as you command me.”
Roger smacked his knee with delight, “hot, damn! You sure are going to be fun, girl. I have all kinds of things planned for you. And you will do everything I want. I’m going to have you doing things that would embarrass a whore and you’re going to love every minute of it.”
To be continued…