A gay story: My Daughter’s Black Boyfriend Pt. 06 Huge thank you to OldBroad76 for editing this for me!
The New Toy
I woke up to my alarm blaring right next to me. My wife, Joanne, was pressed hard against me. It was still taking some getting used to sharing Melissa’s much smaller bed ever since Callum had taken our room.
“Morning.” I said and turned my alarm off.
“Hmm,” Joanne groaned, “what time is it?”
“8am.” I told her, standing up.
“Urgh,” She groaned again. “Right, I’ll go for a shower.”
“I’ll make us a cup of tea.” I said, and Joanne just smiled at me.
To my surprise, when I got downstairs, Callum was also awake, wearing just a pair of boxers while sitting on the sofa watching TV.
“Hi faggot.” He said without looking at me.
I turned my gaze and saw he was watching American football, which is why I assumed he was awake this early.
“Morning Daddy,” I replied back to him, “Cup of tea?”
“Nah, I’m alright. Getting used to little Melissa’s room yet?” He asked.
“Not yet.” I said and stretched my back.
“It’s only been a few weeks, you’ll get there.” He said with a little smile.
He loved humiliating me. Well, not just me, but the whole family. And, in truth, I knew we all loved it as well.
By the time I made the tea and took it upstairs, Joanne was out of the shower and getting ready for work.
“I’ll go for a shower myself. See you in a sec.” I told her.
Shortly after, I was dressed to go into the office and heading downstairs.
As soon as I got to the hallway, I heard whispering going on between Joanne and Callum, but annoyingly, I couldn’t hear what they were actually saying.
Then, when she emerged from the doorway, she had a huge look of shock on her face, like I had just caught her cheating!
“Oh, you startled me,” She joked. “Are we still booked for 8 tonight?”
“Yeah, all booked.” I told her.
A kiss on her cheek and we were both off to work, although part of me wondered what she was talking to Callum about.
I also knew that she had occasionally left work to get fucked by him. So,I spent all day rock hard, imagining my wife taking this young, black cock in her cunt.
As much as the day dragged, I finally got home and jumped into the shower again to get ready for our date.
Wearing my nicest trousers and a black shirt I headed downstairs to where Joanne, Jack, Melissa and Callum all sat in the living room.
Jack sat on the floor, and both women were on either side of Callum, the king of our house.
“How long until you need to go?” Callum asked.
I watched in pure disbelief of his cockiness when he extended his muscular, black arms around both women. Gripping onto their shoulders, neither woman looked shocked or resisted, letting Callum hold them both.
“Still got about half an hour.” I told him.
“Great,” Callum said, looking at Melissa and then back to me with a giant smile on his face. “You won’t just get me a condom, will you?”
What did he just say?
Joanne’s eyes shot wide open, and Melissa let out a girly giggle.
“I.. erm… I…” I stuttered out.
Even with everything Callum has done, taking over the family and embarrassing us all, this was another step further, even for him.
“You don’t mind, do you? Don’t want any accidents with little Melissa here.” Callum joked, looking me dead in the eye.
My cheeks burnt red, and my entire body shook with trepidation.
“N-no, of course.” I stuttered again.
Quickly turning around,I ran upstairs.
As if he just asked that in front of everyone! He literally has no fucks!
I opened Melissa’s, well, mine I guess, bedside drawer and grabbed a few condoms. Even as I walked downstairs, my hands grew sweaty with nerves.
When I went back into the living room, it was like nothing was strange at all. No one gave me a funny look or said anything.
Then I handed the condoms over to him.
Callum looked at them for a second then brought his attention back to me and burst into laughter.
“Not yours!” He bellowed out. “There’s no way your little condoms will fit me! Don’t want them ripping,do you?”
Oh my god!
I was engulfed by humiliation and shame, which was only made worse when Callum threw the condoms onto the floor by my feet. Even more to my shame, his humiliation had my cock starting to grow.
“You’ll need to go to the shop to get extra large.” He said, grinning at me.
“Right… Of course.” I replied, refusing to look at either my wife or my children.
Hanging my head in shame, I turned around and quickly got into my car and drove to the closest shop.
I felt even more embarrassment, although I don’t know why, when I handed the XL Condoms to the woman working behind the till, and she gave me a funny look.
My entire drive home I felt like a nervous wreck. My hands were even shaking when I opened our front door.
Then I walked into the living room, but only Joanne and Jack. Jack, were still sitting on the floor.
“He’s in their room. He said go on up.” Joanne told me, staring at me with a straight face.
Why does he even want these? Isn’t he breeding both Joanne and Melissa? Is this all to humiliate me?
With the XL condoms in my hand, I headed up to my old room and gave it a quick knock.
“Come in!” Callum shouted.
I slowly opened the door and peeked my head round, and once again my heart stopped.
Callum lay on the bed, seemingly completely naked, although I couldn’t see his bottom half because my daughters half naked body was blocking it! She was on her hands and knees, wearing little shorts and no top, just a bra, but I could see her blonde hair and her head bobbing up and down at Callum’s waist!
She didn’t flinch or do anything to hide herself as I opened the door!
She knows she sucking his cock in front of her father, but she doesn’t care! I mean, why would she? His cock is perfect!
“Hey Stevie,” Callum shouted out, “come pass them to me.”
I couldn’t speak, even if I wanted to. My mouth felt dry as a bone. Added to the fact that I could hear my 18 year old daughter sucking his dick, which had a lot of my attention.
Ever so slowly I walked around the bed, my eyes fixated on my daughter as her face finally came into view. Her soft lips tightly wrapped around Callum’s big, black cock looked utterly delicious. She had a slight glisten of spit around her lips that also looked to be soaking his shaft every time she moved up.
Although her eyes were closed, she was perfectly happy bobbing up and down on his dark meat with me in the room.
I finally handed the condoms to Callum, who was very happy with himself.
“Thanks Stevie,” He replied, “Bring me up a beer as well before you go.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off my daughter giving him a blowjob. In my head, I was actually critiquing her, knowing I could do better.
“Stevie?” Callum asked and brought me back to reality.
“Sorry, yes, Daddy.” I told him.
Melissa didn’t stop or look up at me at all before I left the room.
“Should we go in 5 minutes?” Joanne asked when I returned downstairs, not phased at all by what was going on.
“Erm, yes, sure.” I replied.
I grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed back upstairs. I couldn’t lie, my cock was rock hard by witnessing my daughter suck on his big, black dick.
Ever since watching Callum taker her virginity I hadn’t watched anything between them two, something I would definitely like to see again.
Once again, I knocked on the door, but this time it wasn’t Callum’s voice I heard.
“Come in!” Melissa shouted.
My cock twitched at the sound of her voice.
I opened the door with hope of seeing her riding his cock, but it was no luck.
Instead, Callum was sitting on the bed with boxers on while Melissa had her head tilted onto his muscular, ebony chest, and they were both smiling at me.
Melissa still just had a bra covering her, which she didn’t seem to care about.
“Hi Steve.” Melissa said with a happy voice.
I looked at her, too embarrassed to reply.
“Thanks Stevie.” Callum said and held out his hand.
As I walked over to hand the beer to him, I noticed something on my daughter’s face.
That’s cum!!!
And it wasn’t a small amount! Apparently, Callum gave her a full-on facial! Most of her face was dripping in his thick, creamy, fucking delicious cum!
She just smiled at me without a care in the world as I handed Callum his beer.
“Are you and Joanne off now?” Callum asked, taking his drink from me.
“Y-yeah,” I stuttered, “we will be back later.”
“Okay, have fun.” Callum said.
“Thanks.” I whispered and turned to leave.
“Wait!” Callum shouted, grabbing my attention.
When I turned around, I saw confusion on my daughter’s face.
“Don’t you think you should give your daughter a kiss goodbye before you go?” Callum asked me, his face alight with joy.
Melissa’s eyes shot wide open at the suggestion, but when Callum gave her a look, she just turned and smiled at me.
“Yeah,” She said, “give me a kiss goodbye, Steve.”
She really is as submissive as her Mum and me.
My cheeks burnt even more as I silently walked to the other side of the bed to where Melissa lay.
Resting my hands onto the sheets, I got closer and inhaled the sweet smell of Callum’s perfect cum off her face.
She turned to one side, and I planted my lips against her soft, wet, sticky cheek.
Ooooooh god!
I had to do everything in my power not to just lick her face clean right there and then!
Even though my lips were shut as they pressed against Melissa’s cheek, the smell and feel of Callum’s cum took over my senses.
I did nothing to pull back, instead I just left my lips against her, enjoying the smell.
“Okay, you can go now.” Callum said.
As I pulled back, t some of his cum stuck to my lips and nose that touched Melissa.
“Okay, bye.” I quickly whispered and ran out the door.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
How had I gotten to this position?! But I didn’t care about that much as I licked the cum from my lips and moaned silently.
Joanne was waiting for me in the living room when I got downstairs. She was in a long, black dress and looked absolutely stunning! Even if I had Callum’s cock on my mind!
“Ready?” She asked.
“Ready.” I replied.
She took my hand in hers and off we went.
It was a lovely date, even though we hadn’t had sex since I pretended to be Callum, it seemed out marriage was better than ever.
I assumed it was because we were both finally totally, sexually satisfied, which just meant our emotional bond grew stronger.
When we got back, Joanne was all over me, kissing and grabbing my body. I knew she was horny, but I didn’t have permission to have sex with her or to even cum.
But that didn’t stop her kissing me the entire way to our bedroom.
I closed the door, and by the time I turned around, Joanne had ripped her dress off and stood in front of me completely naked.
Her beautiful, slim, sexy body just waiting for me. My cock was rock hard!
“I have something I want to try.” She said to me.
Without replying, I watched as Joanne turned and looked into the drawer next to her bed.
Wait, what’s that?
I took a step closer as she rummaged through her drawer, and I spotted something on her lower back.
Then it finally clicked.
When did she get a tattoo?!
It was on her lower back just above her arse, and I knew exactly what it was. Ever since this started with Callum I researched online about being dominated by a black man, and I recognised this tattoo instantly.
It was a queen of spades tattoo.
Jet black spades symbol with a white “Q” in the middle. And within that “Q” were the letters “CJ”. Callum’s initials.
I knew that meant she was his property.
I couldn’t believe it. My wife who had always been anti tattoos had herself permanently marked to show that she was a slave to a young black man. Even worse, it was pretty much a tramp stamp! I wondered when she had it done, but to be honest, it was fucking hot!
Then she spun around, and I tried to look away as though I hadn’t spotted it.
Finally, I saw what was in her hands.
I big, black dildo. And when I say big, I mean big! But something else, it was attached to straps.
Does she want to peg me?
The thought instantly turned me on.
“I want you to fuck me with this.” She finally told me, crushing that idea.
Wait, what?! She wants me to fuck her with a strap on?!
“You want me to.” But before I could finish, she cut me off.
“I want you to put this on and fuck me with it,” she said bluntly, “I need something bigger than… you.”
I wish I could say that was a hit on my pride, but I understood.
Joanne held the dildo out to me and without thinking I grabbed onto it.
As soon as I touched it my fingers wrapped around. It was so life-like. My fingers ran against the bulging veins and then rubbed around the thick head, then… wait a second… I know this dick.
I closed my eyes and felt it up and down, covering every inch in my hands.
I would know this dick anywhere! This is Callum’s cock!
It hit me that somehow Callum had made a dildo from a mould of his cock!
I was shocked, but part of me was happy because that meant he knew what was going on.
When I looked back up at my wife, she had pure glee in her face, obviously eager for me to do it.
Fuck it.
“Get on the bed.” I told her.
Without saying a word, Joanne jumped onto the bed and spread her legs, showing me her already soaked, smooth pussy.
“You’re going to have to get me started with your tongue. I need warming up for something so much bigger than you.” She told me.
Words that should’ve hurt me, but they just turned me on more!
I crawled onto the bed between my wife’s open thighs and leaned in and pressed my tongue against her warm little hole.
“Mmm that’s it.” Joanne moaned.
I wondered whom she pictured, but to be fair, I was enjoying tasting her sweet, delicious cunt.
I licked up and down, flicking against her clit before slowly fingering her to warm her up to be fucked with our black lover’s cock!
After a few minutes though, Joanne couldn’t take it anymore and pushed my head away.
“Okay, fuck me with that big, black cock!” She moaned.
I instantly ripped off my clothes and grabbed onto the dildo. I had never worn a strap-on before, but I realised how hard they actually are to put on!
In a few minutes though it was locked in place over my own cock. Having a fake cock that was identical to Callum’s on top of mine just made me realise how much smaller I was than him. You couldn’t even see my little, white cock, just his big, black one!
“It’s going to need to be a bit wetter,” I whispered and then looked at my wife, “come and suck my black cock, whore.”
“Mmm yes, Daddy.” Joanne replied, not worrying about how obvious she was being.
My beautiful wife sat up and leant over to my waist. She loudly spit onto the strap on cock, and her lips wrapped around the shaft.
“Mmm.” She moaned as I watched her bob up and down.
Seeing her lips move against such a life like version of Callum’s dick had mine rock hard underneath it, but Joanne showed no interest in my dick.
Except for when her chin accidentally hit my cock’s head, she didn’t pay it any attention.
“You like sucking my big, black cock, don’t you?” I whispered.
“Mmmm.” Joanne moaned back.
I was impressed with how deep she was taking it, which got me worried that she could get to being as good as me, I need to up my cocksucking game somehow!
For a few minutes she just made love to the strap-on with her mouth, covering every inch of it in spit as she moaned more and more.
“Right, lie back you cheating slut.” I ordered, taking on the role of Callum.
Her lips pulled away, and she laid back down, waiting for me to fuck her.
As I leant over her, I grabbed the dildo and slapped it against her soaked cunt a few times.
“Tell me what you want.” I said.
“Mmm please Daddy, I need that cock in my slutty little cunt.” Joanne moaned with her eyes closed.
“You prefer this cock over your husband’s?” I asked as I pressed the head against her throbbing clit.
“You know I do,” Joanne replied, “His little cock never satisfied me, not like yours.”
Fuck I’m horny!
With that, I started to push the strapoon into her and watched her pussy lips stretch around the head as I slowly impaled my wife with this big, black dildo.
“Yeeess.” Joanne panted.
I watched inch after inch of this beautiful cock slide into her.
“Deeper.” Joanne moaned.
I pushed further, watching the dildo slowly disappear inside her pussy.
I finally felt my own cock touch below her pussy, but as I kept pushing, my cock just moved down as this strap-on finally went fully inside.
“Fuuuck, I’m so full!” Joanne moaned, keeping her eyes locked shut. I’m sure she was picturing Callum instead of me.
“You like that, you married slut?” I shouted out.
“I fucking love your cock, Daddy!” Joanne shouted back.
“I bet you can’t even feel your husband’s cock in your cunt anymore!” I moaned. Although my cock wasn’t getting any pleasure, I fucking loved it!
“I never could!” Joanne shouted, “His tiny little cock never really pleased me!”
“Well, now you’re about to get fucked like the black cock whore you are!” I shouted.
And just like that, I started to thrust in and out of my wife as she pictured our daughter’s black boyfriend.
“Fuck.. fuck… yes Daddy! Fuck your little slut!” Joanne kept moaning.
Her legs lifted into the air, and I managed to push even deeper inside her cunt.
“You only want black cock now, don’t you?” I moaned as I thrusted in and out of her.
“Yes! I never want a white dick again! Only black!” Joanne screamed.
Finally, I leant down and pressed my lips against hers as I fucked her, but Joanne quickly pushed me away.
“I can only kiss….” She moaned and then her eyes opened for the first time, and it was like realisation hit her, “never mind.”
Then she grabbed me and pulled me back down for a hot, passionate kiss.
We kept making out, our tongues violently pressing against each other as I fucked her. Joanne’s moans became wild in my mouth as I pushed and pulled the entire strap-on in and out of her.
I fucked her like that for a few minutes until I pulled back, and Joanne let out a sigh of disappointment.
“Get on your hands and knees whore.” I ordered.
As she spun around, I slapped her firm arse cheeks. Then I got a proper look at her tattoo. It wasn’t subtle to say the least!
“I like your tattoo, whore.” I told her.
There was a little trepidation in her moan as she realised that I spotted her new tattoo, but before she could say anything, I shoved the entire strap-on, balls deep into her soaked cunt.
“Fuuuckk!” Joanne moaned and arched her back, “It shows I’m only a slut for black cock!”
“Who’s black cock?!” I shouted as I spanked her hard.
“Youuurrs Daddy!!” Joanne shouted.
I watched her pussy so perfectly taking this black strap-on and wondered if she was ever satisfied with my little dick. Her moans made it clear that she wasn’t.
“Rub your clit, you cheating slag!!” I ordered her.
Her right hand moved down and started to play with herself as I fucked her as hard as I possibly could, really hammering in and out of her stretched little cunt.
“Oh god… fuck… yes! You’re so fucking deep!” Joanne moaned.
“That’s it, slut; take that black cock!” I moaned, and before I realised what I said, words just escaped my mouth, “You’re an even bigger whore than Melissa!”
Clearly, my words didn’t panic Joanne at all.
“You know I’m a bigger whore than her!” She shouted without missing a beat, “She can’t take your cock like I can Daddy!”
I wondered if Callum had Joanne and Melissa committing incest like he had me and Jack do. That was definitely something I would want to see.
I spanked my wife again and fucked her harder.
The more she rubbed her clit, the louder Joanne’s moans got.
“Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy!” She kept shouting.
I wondered who in the house could hear us!
“Cum for me, you black cock taking whore!” I shouted as I spanked her again.
“Oh Daddy! I’m so close!” Joanne screamed.
“Cum around your Daddy’s cock that you’ve taken so many times! The cock you cheat on Steve with! The cock that turned you into a dirty, little, fucking whore!” I shouted, and that seemed to do it for her.
“FUUUCK I’M CUMMINGGGG!!!!” Joanne screamed at the top of her lungs.
Watching her entire body shake and twitch, her cunt clenching around the black stap-on, I nearly came myself without even touching my cock!
I never stopped fucking her throughout her orgasm, listening to her scream and moan non-stop, and I loved every second of it!
I had never given Joanne this sort of pleasure before, but part of me was happy to finally have done it, even if it was with someone else’s cock.
When she finally stopped cumming, Joanne’s body flopped onto the bed. She was completely still except for her chest heaving up and down.
“Did you enjoy that, slut?” I asked her.
“Mmm yes Daddy.” Joanne whispered.
She was clearly so exhausted, she could barely move or speak.
“I’ll get you a glass of water.” I said, going back to my normal husband role.
“Thanks.” She grunted back.
I took off the strap-on, holding it in my hands. It was covered and soaked entirely in her pussy juices. Looking at Joanne, whose face was planted in the bed, I couldn’t help myself.
I brought the dildo head to my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. It was painful not moaning on this cock, even if it was fake.
I tasted my wife but also got the perfect feel of Callum’s cock in my mouth. I bobbed on it only for a few seconds before putting it down and leaving our bedroom.
A minute later, I was in the kitchen as I poured some water into a glass, and a firm hand slapped and grabbed my arse from behind.
“I see you got your whore wife’s new toy.” Callum whispered from behind me.
My entire body was on edge as he lightly pressed against me. His big, hard cock pressed against my boxers from behind.
God I want him to fuck me.
“It was a surprise.” I whispered back without moving.
His hand was groping my arse as he kept grinding his cock against me.
“From now on, you only fuck her with that. Your little cock doesn’t go anywhere near her cunt.” He whispered as his lips grazed against my ear.
“Yes Daddy.” I actually moaned.
“Good girl.” Callum whispered, holding himself firmer against me.
Feeling his big, hard cock against my arse, I couldn’t resist.
“Will you fuck me Daddy, please?” I whispered, not caring how pathetic I sounded.
His other hand grabbed onto my other arse cheek, and he held his cock harder against me.
“You just fucked your wife with a dildo shaped like my cock… and now you want the real thing in you?” Callum asked, biting my ear lobe.
“Oooh god, yes Daddy, please I need it.” I moaned back to him.
Callum grabbed onto my boxers and slowly pulled them down. I didn’t move. I just let this black man, half my age, lower them until they dropped to my ankles.
Without saying a word, he pushed my legs apart, and then his hand landed on my back and bent me over the kitchen counter.
“We’ll have to be quick and quiet. Your daughter is tied up and waiting for me.” He whispered.
“Yes Daddy.” I panted, lowering my face to press against the cold surface of the kitchen counter.
“Good thing I just fucked Melissa,” Callum said as he parted my arse cheeks and pressed his head against my little hole. “I’m using your daughter’s cunt juice as lube to fuck you.”
“Oooooohhh fuck.” I grunted and had to bite my lip to stop from moaning louder as his head stretched my tiny little arse and pushed inside of me.
I gripped onto the kitchen top as his cock delved deeper and deeper inside of me. Fuck I love his big, black cock in my tight, little arsehole!
Even though he’d fucked me for a while, my arse still felt fucking stretched as he pushed inch after inch into me.
Finally, his big, hairless balls rested against mine.
“Still fucking tight.” Callum whispered and grabbed my arse cheeks.
“Oh god… I love your cock.” I moaned back to him.
Callum instantly started to fuck me. Pulling his cock entirely out of my arse and slamming it back in. He really was in a hurry, and I did everything I could to stop from moaning.
Feeling his shaft sliding in and out of my stretched arse was perfect with his big, strong hands grabbing me. I loved it. I don’t know how I went so long without cock in my life!
He silently fucked me like that, bent over the kitchen counter, and I loved every second of it.
“Please, can I cum, Daddy?” I whispered.
“Stroke that tiny little cock, you little cuck!” Callum laughed out.
I clenched my arse around him, wanting to please my owner as best as I could as I reached to stroke my own cock.
“Oh yeah, I’m about to fill you up, bitch.” Callum grunted.
“Cum in me. Daddy. Cum in the arsehole that you own.” I moaned back to him.
He grunted more and more, and I knew he was close to cumming, and so was I. I had no idea what I was going to do other than cover the cabinets in my cum, but I was too horny to care.
“Ooooh fuck!” Callum grunted and finally a shot of his cum filled my bowels.
“Yeeeeeessss!!” I moaned in a hushed voice as my own cock erupted.
I came so fucking hard it splashed against the cabinets and hit my leg, dripping down onto the floor.
My arsehole kept clenching around his cock, milking every last drop of cum as Callum slowed down on fucking me.
When he pulled out, I just remained bent over the cabinet, panting for air.
The fucking must’ve been less than ten minutes, but I was thoroughly satisfied.
I eventually stood up, but when I turned around, Callum was already gone, leaving me with cum leaking out of my arse and cum all over the kitchen floor and cabinets.
I cleaned it up as quick as I could, but when I got back to bed, Joanne was already asleep.
I got into bed next to her when an idea came to my mind on a way to stay Callum’s favourite.
My Sissy Son
A week after I first fucked Joanne with the strap-on, I was sitting on the sofa when Callum summoned Jack to his room. Joanne was at work, and Melissa was out with friends, so I just sat there pretending to watch TV while really wondering if Jack was sucking Callum’s cock or getting fucked by him.
I wasn’t wondering for long, though. Ten minutes later, Callum shouted for me from upstairs.
In an instant, I ran up to his room, but Jack was not there.
“Come in faggot.” Callum said.
He gestured for me to sit on the bed, and as I did, he stood over me between my legs. As I sat down, I felt a slight pain in my left arse cheek.
I couldn’t help but look at his crotch, desperate to feel his cock in me. It had only been 2 days since I last gave him a blowjob, but I needed it again.
“How’s the strap-on going?” He asked, his big, strong arms folded.
“Good, Daddy,” I told him, “I’ve only used it 3 times, but Joanne seems to like it.”
“Oh, she does, trust me,” Callum laughed out. “Has she not said anything to you about it?”
“No, Daddy,” I replied. “After we finish we just don’t bring it up again.”
“Fair enough.” Callum said. I could see he was about to speak more, but I cut him off.
“I want to show you something,” I blurted out, which got his attention. “It’s a surprise for you.”
“A surprise? What is it?” He asked me.
“You sit down. I need to stand up to show you.” I told him.
We swapped places, and Callum sat on the bed while I stood about a foot away. Then, I turned and faced away from him and started to undo my trousers.
“Oh, I like where this is going.” He said, laughing.
God I hope he likes it.
This was it. I pulled my trousers fully down to my ankles and bent over slightly.
There was probably only 3 seconds of silence, but it felt like an eternity. I felt stupid, embarrassed, and pathetic.
“Is that what I think it is?” Callum asked without a hint of how he felt.
Then his hand lifted up and gently held onto my left arse cheek.
“It is.” I told him, trying to hide my panic.
His left thumb gently rubbed up and down my cheek, right over the sore spot.
“You got this on your own doing?” He asked.
“I saw it on Joanne’s lower back,” I admitted, still not believing I got myself tattoo’d with a queen of spades and his initials inside of it, “And I wanted one, too.”
His thumb kept caressing my new and only tattoo, my way to show that I completely belonged to him.
“Well,” He whispered, “I’m very, very impressed.”
Thank god!
A smile erupted on my face.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said pathetically. “I hoped you’d like it.”
“Oh, I do,” He replied. “This proves to me that you are worthy of the reward I’m about to give you.”
“Reward?” I asked.
Although his hand left my arse cheek, I remained in that position.
“Turn around and get on your knees.” He ordered, and I instantly obeyed.
He kicked off his shoes and then pulled his socks off.
“You are definitely the most obedient and eager to please one of your family,” he told me, “which is saying something.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I told him.
I looked into his deep, brown eyes, and all I could feel was lust.
“Kiss my feet.” He ordered.
What? I’ve never done that before.
Feet had never in my life interested me, it was one kink I didn’t really understand. But I had the mantel of being his best slut, and I wasn’t going to lose it now.
Without a second to lose, I pressed my hands against the floor and leant forward. I was in a praying position on my hands and knees as my lips pressed against the top of his feet.
Then Callum lifted his right foot into the air.
“Kiss it all over.” He told me.
“Yes, Daddy.” I replied.
It was just one more way to show how submissive I was for him, which I was fine with.
I planted my lips against his foot over and over again, occasionally sticking out my tongue to lick him and wanting to cover every inch. His ebony skin felt so soft to the touch.
“I’ve already informed little Jackie of what is going to happen,” He continued as I licked the soles of his feet from top to bottom. “For being my number one whore, you are going to get him as your personal sissy slut.”
To be honest, I didn’t fully understand what he meant at that stage.
“Suck on my toes.” He ordered.
I didn’t say anything back. I replied by wrapping my lips around his big toe and sucking up and down on it like a cock.
“You both obviously still belong to me, and my word is law,” Callum explained as I moved to the next toe. “But you will be allowed to use your son as much as you want. You don’t need my permission.”
“Really?” I asked with his toe still in my mouth. I was pretty surprised by this.
“You’ve earnt it,” He told me, “but if I say you’re not allowed to use him at any time, then obviously you can’t.”
“Mmm.” I moaned in agreement as I kept licking and sucking his toes.
Then he lifted the other foot up and nodded for me to do the same to that foot. I instantly went to licking and kissing his soles all over.
“You have been more submissive, obedient and damn right sluttier than I ever expected,” Callum complimented me… at least I think it was a compliment. “So you can use Jack all you want.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I told him between licks.
The thought of fucking my son’s tight little arsehole again already had my cock hard.
I kept licking, kissing, and sucking at his feet for another ten minutes until Callum stood up.
“Right, I’m heading out for a bit, but Jackie is waiting for you in his room.” Callum told me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, remaining on my knees, “thank you.”
And just like that, Callum left.
I waited until I heard the front door to the house close before standing up and pulling up my trousers.
Then I headed to my son’s room.
“Jack?” I shouted from outside his door.
“Come in, Steve.” He shouted back.
Opening the door, his main light was off, but there were a few candles lit around the room, filling it with quite a romantic vibe.
As the door finally opened, I witnessed my son… if you could call him that at this stage.
He was stood at the end of his bed.
He wore a long, beautiful, blonde wig. He had on a black, woman’s crop top, a very short black skirt, and thigh high fish net stockings. I knew they were only thigh high as they stopped below his skirt.
My jaw opened wide as I stared at my son dressed like that, but the longer I stared at him, I realised he had a face full of make-up as well.
My son, my only son, had on red lipstick, big fake eyelashes, and enough make-up that he genuinely looked like a very pretty, very slutty girl.
In those clothes with his hairless, thin body, he could easily be mistaken for a girl. All he was missing was tits.
“Hi.” Jack whispered.
Looking into his eyes it was obvious how nervous he was. Who wouldn’t be having their dad see them like that for the first time.
“Did Callum make you do this?” I asked, my fatherly instincts actually taking charge. I didn’t even call Callum “Daddy”.
“No,” Jack instantly replied which put me at ease, “I’ve been doing this for a few weeks now. I only told Daddy about it the other day.”
“Okay, that’s good then.” I told him.
“You’re not mad? Or disappointed?” Jack asked me, his hands nervously playing at his waist.
“Jack,” I sighed. I felt bad for him being so self-conscious. “I could never be disappointed in you.”
“So you don’t mind, that I’m like this?” He asked.
“How could I mind?” I replied. “You look amazing.”
His face instantly lit up.
“Really?” He asked.
“Come here.” I told him.
I didn’t realise it at first, but staring at my son like that, I was definitely turned on.
He slowly walked over, and I stared at every inch of his hot, little body. If I didn’t know it was Jack under all that, I would’ve thought I was about to fuck some random slut.
Eventually he reached me, then I got a strong smell of his intoxicating perfume. He really had gone all out.
The very little bit of dominant side left in me took over slightly, and I grabbed my son’s thin waist. I pulled him close so my hard cock pressed against him.
“You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” I whispered.
His eyes darted across mine. His make-up was beautifully done and those lips… covered in a seductive, slutty red colour… I was done.
I didn’t even let him answer before I leant down and pressed my own lips against his.
A second later, his small, feminine hands held onto my waist. When I went to push my tongue into his mouth, his lips parted and allowed it.
“Mmmm.” Jack moaned in a high-pitched voice.
Fuck, I was horny.
My hands reached around and grabbed his arse cheeks from outside his little skirt.
“Who knew my son was such a sissy little slut.” I whispered, reaching under his skirt to properly feel his arse.
“Mmm I know, I want to be a good slut for you.” He moaned into my mouth.
“I guess I’ve got two daughters now.” I told him.
“Oooh fuck!” Jack moaned back.
He had on a very thin thong, just finishing off his masterpiece. That did it for me, I was too far gone, and I knew I was about to fuck my son like the whore he was.
His little body pressed hard against mine, and our tongues pressed against each other constantly. He was moaning like a girl into my mouth as we felt each other up.
“Get on your knees, Jackie.” I whispered into his mouth, biting his bottom lip before pulling away.
Jack’s beautiful eyes stared at me for a moment as he breathed heavily, and then he lowered himself down.
I didn’t have to tell him anything. He reached for my trousers and started to undo them straight away.
“Daddy told you that I can use you whenever I want now?” I asked.
“Yes, I was very happy to hear it.” Jack replied as he pulled down my zipper.
“Good girl, I’m going to be using both your holes a lot.” I told my own son.
He finally pulled down my trousers and gripped my cock.
“My mouth and cunt are yours to use anytime,” Jack replied. “I’ll be your freeuse slut.”
Then, my sons, slightly smudged, lipstick covered lip wrapped around my throbbing cock.
“Oooh yeah.” I moaned at the warm, wet feeling.
He was clearly as horny as I was because he swallowed my entire cock down his throat instantly, bobbing up and down like a proper whore should.
“That’s it, Jackie. Suck my cock like the girl you are.” I moaned.
I brought my hands down onto his head and felt his blonde wig for the first time. It felt so real, and it was firmly attached to his head.
When I looked down, his wig covered his face, and it looked like a girl was sucking my cock.
His lips wrapped tightly around my shaft, and his warm, wet tongue spread spit all over me. It was unbelievable.
“Mmm.” Jack moaned.
His head was rhythmically moving up and down, a slight twist every now and again that just enhanced my pleasure. Then he brought his hands up and started to tickle and massage my balls. That was when I spotted he had painted his nails red as well.
“Fuucking hell.” I moaned.
Standing there holding onto my son’s wig, I pushed his head up and down my dick. He took it easily down his throat every time. I even started to feel his spit trickle down onto my balls.
“You like this?” Jack moaned between sucks.
“I do, you’re such a good cocksucker.” I moaned to him.
“Just like you.” He said before moving down and taking my balls into his mouth.
“Fuuuck.” I grunted.
He sucked both of my balls between his lips and then massaged them perfectly with his tongue.
For a while, he alternated between sucking my cock and licking my balls. My sissy son, pleasing his dad. It was perfect. But I needed more.
“Get on the bed and lie down.” I panted out.
With one last suck, Jack did as he was told.
When he lay back and spread his legs, his short skirt rode up and revealed his thong, just about covering his small, hard cock.
I took off the rest of my clothes and knelt on the bed in front of him.
Gripping onto his thighs, just above his fish net stockings I spread his smooth legs wider. Then I grabbed his arse and lifted it up a little.
I pulled his thong to one side and buried my tongue into my son’s arsehole.
“Oooh yes,” Jack moaned like a girl, “lick my pussy.”
“Mmmm.” I moaned back, his tight little hole o smooth, so fucking perfect!
I devoured it! I ate his arse like I needed it to live. Shoving my tongue deep inside of him, gripping onto his thighs.
Jack’s hands moved down and grabbed my head, pushing me deeper into his hole.
“Oh fuck… yes, I love it.” Jack panted out.
I pulled back a little, staring at his spit covered hole that twitched in front of me. Then I spat directly on it.
Without saying a word, I pulled my myself up and on top of my son, the little girly whore.
“Kiss me.” Jack moaned.
You fucking slut.
I grabbed his cheek and shoved my tongue down his throat.
“Mmm.” Jack moaned as his legs lifted up and wrapped around me.
His calf rubbed up and down my arse, just playing with me as I made out with him. I needed to fuck him, and I no longer cared how messed up it was.
Grabbing onto my own painfully hard cock,I lined it up with his arsehole, and not once did we break our kiss as I pushed my dick inside of him.
“Fuuck.” Jack squealed out.
“You’re a good little faggot aren’t you?” I moaned as I pushed the last few inches inside of his bare arse.
I knew Callum’s cock had well and truly fucked him many, many times, but he still felt so tight.
“I am Jackie; I’m your faggot, sissy daughter.” Jack moaned.
“Mmm!” I moaned back and carried on making out with him as I held my cock balls deep.
Our tongues danced against each other’s, spreading spit across them both as I slowly pulled out, before pushing back in.
“Oh god, that feels so good.” Jack whispered to me.
“I know, your pussy feels amazing around my cock.” I whispered back.
For a moment, I held my sons face in my hands, staring into his beautiful eyes as my cock slowly moved in and out of him.
We shared a loving stare. This wasn’t fucking. No, I was making love to my son.
When I kissed him again it was tender and sensual, holding him close to me. Jack wrapped his legs lovingly around me as I thrusted in and out.
His arse clenched around my shaft, and every time I left just the tip in before pushing back.
“Steve… oh god.” Jack moaned.
“Oh Jackie, I love fucking you.” I moaned.
“I love you fucking me.” He moaned back.
I slowly made love to my son like that for a while. Every second felt like a year of pure pleasure and joy.
“Steve, I need you to fuck me… properly.” He finally panted.
I just smiled back at my son, moving my body up but keeping my cock inside of him. I grabbed his legs and rested his ankles onto my shoulders.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Steve, we’ve both been fucked by Daddy… I think I’m ready.” Jack joked.
He’s got a point.
And with that, I started to fuck my son as hard as possible. While keeping his legs in the air, I hammered in and out of his tight, little arsehole like a man on a mission.
My cock slid in and out of him. Jack made high pitched, girl-like moans as I grunted over and over. It was fucking heaven, and we both loved it.
I grabbed his little cock from outside of his thong and started to rub the tip with just my thumb.
“Yes! Rub my clit Steve!” Jack moaned. He really did want to be a girl.
My thumb massaged the head of his cock and a wet patch appear on his thong as my cock slid in and out.
“Fuck… yes! Make me cum! Make your sissy daughter cum!” Jack moaned out even louder.
“Cum for me you gay, faggot!” I shouted.
Harder and harder I fucked and rubbed him.
“Yes… fuck… I’m cumming… I’m cumming!” Jack shouted, “Fuuuuuuuccckkk!!!”
I felt from outside of his thong as warm, thick cum erupted from his cock. His arsehole tightened around my own cock, and in a matter of seconds, I knew I was about to fill him up.
“I’m gonna cum in you!” I moaned.
“Fill me up! Cum in my tight, fucking cunt!” He screamed.
“Fuuuuuuccccckkkk!!!” I shouted as my balls tightened and my cock erupted into my son’s arsehole.
I kept hammering into him, a constant flow of thick cum erupting from my cock and filling my son’s bowels like the gay whore he was.
“Yeeeeess!” Jack moaned.
Both of us just kept panting and moaning until our orgasms eventually died down, even though that took a long time.
When my cock eventually went soft and fell out of his arse, I leant down and kissed him passionately again.
“Mmm, I’m gonna enjoy using you.” I told him.
“Good, you better do it a lot.” Jack replied, his make-up well and truly ruined on his face.
The Revelation
Jack was seated fully down on my cock. I had just cum deep inside of him as he rode me, facing the other way so I could stare at his arse.
When he pulled off, my cum leaked out of him. It was a beautiful sight.
“I’m so glad Daddy said you can use me whenever you want.” Jack told me as he pulled up his thong.
So far, only Callum and I knew about Jack’s crossdressing ways, but I knew he was wanting to do it more and more. I walked in on him by accident a few times in the last couple of weeks. I told him every time that he needs to be more careful, but as soon as I saw him looking like that, I had to fuck him.
“I know, I’ve cum in you nearly every day for the last two weeks.” I said with a huge smile on my face.
“Between you and Daddy fucking me, I definitely don’t need any more cock.” Jack laughed.
I grabbed my phone and looked at the time.
“Shit, go back to your room. Your mum will be back soon.” I told him.
“Okay, thanks again.” Jack said and ran off.
I cleaned up a little and waited downstairs for my wife.
When she walked through the door, I instantly saw a worried look on her face.
I just watched in silence as she looked up at me, then quickly darted her eyes away. Without saying a word, she came and sat down next to me.
“We need to talk.” She whispered. It was like all the colour had left her face.
Oh no, this can’t be good.
Her cold hand grabbed mine, and she finally turned to look at me.
“Joanne, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“Steve I… I…” She stuttered, pure panic in her voice, “I’m pregnant.”
In that moment, I was surprised how unsurprised or unworried I was. Of course she was pregnant. It was only a matter of time. Why was she so… and then it clicked.
Although we had pretty much accepted that she was getting fucked by Callum, neither of us had actually admitted it properly yet.
It had been a long time since Joanne and I had sex properly. A couple nights a week I would fuck her with the strap-on, but my cock hadn’t gone near her pussy in ages.
I knew it was Callum’s; she knew it was Callum’s, and I needed her to know it’s fine. Although, there was a little part of me that felt even more humiliation coming my way.
What will the neighbours think in our all-white village when me and my wife come home with a black baby.
“Joanne,” I whispered and grabbed onto her hand, “it’s okay.”
“What?” She asked, her eyes opened a little wider.
“It’s okay, a new baby, that’s good news.” I told her.
A little bit of colour came back to her face.
“But… but…” She stuttered but I cut her off.
“I love you Joanne. Nothing is ever going to change that,” I told her, “and a new member of the family, I think it’s great.”
“Oh Steve, I don’t deserve you.” She said. Her head crashed against my shoulder, and her arms wrapped around me.
“You deserve everything you could ever want,” I told my amazing wife, “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.” She told me.
So this is it, Callum has officially bred my wife. She is going to have a black baby. I wonder if I will raise it as a father?
But that was a question for another day.
Joanne kissed me suddenly.
Apparently me accepting it and her no longer worrying seemed to turn her on.
In ten minutes we were in our bedroom, and I was fucking Joanne from behind while, wearing the strap on based on Callum’s cock.
As far as I was aware, no one had spotted my new tattoo, not even Jack. But Joanne wasn’t too good at hiding hers.
I made my wife cum whilst fucking her with a strap on, and then we went to bed together. Holding her in my arms, I was actually happy, if not a little embarrassed that a young black man had impregnated my wife.
A few days went on and everything seemed fine. We didn’t tell anyone about Joanne being pregnant yet, thinking it was best to wait for the right time.
Joanne and I brought it up occasionally but not that often. I could tell she was still a little worried, but I did my best to keep her mind at ease.
Then, on a Monday night I got home after work. After putting my bag on the floor, I headed to the living room where I could hear the TV was on.
I knew I shouldn’t have been, but I was a little surprised when I saw Joanne sitting on Callum’s lap like nothing was wrong.
“Hey hun, how was your day?” She asked, not doing anything to move off the young black man.
“Good… how was yours?” I asked.
“Good, sit down, I’ll get you a drink.” She said.
As she stood up, Callum slapped my wife’s arse before she walked away. Joanne didn’t stop or do anything; she just kept walking like it was normal.
“Stevie.” Callum said with a smile after Joanne had left the room.
“H-hi, Daddy.” I stuttered.
I looked at the young black man that had knocked up my wife, and all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off and let him fuck me!
Joanne brought me a glass of water and sat down on the left of Callum. Callum then patted the sofa on his right and I sat there.
Both Joanne and I sat close enough to Callum to be touching.
“Isn’t this nice?” Callum asked.
“Erm, yeah.” I replied.
For a few minutes, it was just awkward silence. I wondered which of us he was going to fuck and just hoped it would be me. I assumed Joanne was thinking the same.
“So, I take it you’ve heard the good news about Joanne?” Callum suddenly asked.
Oh fuck.
“Y-yeah I have. It’s great news.” I told him.
“Ah fuck this,” Callum said, I looked up at him, and Joanne did the same. “Time to stop with the secrets.”
“No!” Joanne pretty much shouted, “Please don’t!”
I could see the sheer worry in her face. Her eyes darted to me then back to Callum.
“It’s time,” Callum said, he grabbed both of our legs for support and stood up, my heart was racing, sweat building up in my palms as I looked at him. “It’s time to finally admit that you’re both my black cock loving whores.”
Oh no.
I thought I was going to be sick. I could actually feel life draining away from my body. The secret I hid for so long from my wife was finally out.
When I managed to find the strength to turn and look at her, Joanne looked how I felt. Pale, eyes shot wide open, and her mouth hung open as well.
“I fucking knew it!” Joanne pretty much shouted, “I knew it! I fucking knew it!”
“I’m so sorry.” I whispered, I had to look away. I couldn’t bear to see her staring at me like that.
“And you knew about me?” She asked.
“Well, it was kind of obvious.” I told her.
“How long?” She asked, but I didn’t reply, “How long have you known for sure?”
“Since the start.” I admitted, still looking at the floor.
“And you didn’t say anything! I’ve been worried about getting caught cheating whilst the whole time you’ve been doing the same, and you knew about me!” Joanne shouted.
“Now, now,” Callum finally joined in, “I told him not to say anything, so don’t be blaming poor Stevie.”
“Why?” Joanne asked.
“I also told you not to tell him,” Callum argued. “Look, you’re both my sluts. Just be happy you don’t have to hide it anymore.”
No one said anything for a minute after that. When I looked up, Joanne was still staring at me, but she didn’t look angry.
“I’m sorry.” I told her.
“Oh Steve,” she whispered, “I love you.”
“You do?” I asked, actually kind of surprised. “Still?”
“I’ll always love you. I don’t care if you prefer dick. What we have is so much more than just that.” She said.
“I don’t know if I prefer dick… but I do love Callum’s.” I admitted. It felt like a weight had actually been lifted from my shoulders.
“Yeah, he does.” Callum laughed from the side.
Both Joanne and I looked up at him, Callum just stood there smiling like the god he was.
“I want to see it.” Joanne suddenly blurted out.
“What?” I asked turning my head to her in shock.
“I want to see you sucking his dick.” She said, very bluntly.
My heart started to beat faster then. I knew that Joanne was getting fucked by Callum, and I thought she guessed something was going on with me and him. But still, there was a part of me that worried she would leave when she found out for sure. Maybe I could have the best of both worlds?
“You…” I said but Joanne interrupted me.
“I want to see my husband taking our daughter’s boyfriends big, black cock… Just like I have been doing for so long.” Joanne told me, but this time with a smile on her face.
I couldn’t help but smile back.
“I have to admit, I would love to see you getting fucked by him again.” I told her.
“Again?” Joanne asked.
Oh shit, I’m a fucking idiot.
“Oh… erm, yeah… I guess.” I stuttered, trying to find the words.
“I have little Stevie hide in your wardrobe the first time I fucked you,” Callum admitted with a chuckle. “He got to see the whole thing.”
Joanne had a shocked look on her face but actually let out another laugh.
“Well, that’s not fair,” She joked. “I definitely get to watch you getting fucked then.”
Suddenly her hand reached over and held onto mine, I gave hers a squeeze and then looked into her beautiful eyes.
“I would love that.” I told her.
“Urgh you two,” Callum sighed but in a jokey way. “Right, get to my room now.”
We both stood up, but Callum interrupted before I started to walk.
“No, both of you crawl.” Callum told us.
I looked at Joanne, and she looked at me, and both with a smile, we dropped to our knees.
It was nuts, crawling upstairs after our young, black lover, knowing we were both about to get fucked.
As we went onto the landing Callum turned to look at us both.
“Whore Joanne, get the strap on, we can spit roast this little faggot.” He said and went into his room.
I turned back to look at Joanne behind me.
“Now that I can do.” She said with a wicked grin.
Joanne crawled to our room, and I carried on to Callum and Melissa’s room, our old room.
Once I was in there, Callum stood near the bed.
“Well, that went pretty well.” Callum said.
“I know, better than I could’ve hoped.” I replied. I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders.
“Don’t tell her anything about Jackie yet, or that you licked your daughter’s cunt.” He told me firmly, but before I could reply, Joanne crawled into the room with the strap on in one hand.
I looked at her smiling back at me and then we both looked up to Callum.
“So,” Callum continued, “You want to see your faggot husband sucking my big, black cock?”
“Yes Daddy,” Joanne said, “I want to see him pleasing the cock that turned my strong, straight husband into a little gay slut.”
Fuck her words had my cock rock hard!
“Faggot Stevie, stay there,” Callum told me, “Whore Joanne, come and undress me for your husband.”
“Yes Daddy.” Joanne replied.
I watched my beautiful wife stand up and walk over to our daughter’s black boyfriend.
She lifted his top off over his head, showing off his stunning, muscular, ebony body. Then she undid his trousers and pulled them down, finally revealing his cock that changed our entire family.
“Now, get on your knees right next to me,” Callum told her. “You’re going to get an up close view of your cocksucking husband.”
“Yes Daddy.” Joanne replied.
“Faggot, come and suck my dick in front of your wife.” He told me.
“Yes Daddy.” I replied.
I crawled over to him, knowing I was actually about to suck a dick in front of Joanne, and I was horny as fuck!
I wasted no time getting over to him and reached up to wrap my fingers around his hard, hot shaft.
With one last look to my wife, I opened my mouth, leant forward and wrapped my lips around the perfect cock.
“Mmmm.” I instantly moaned at the taste and the feel of it.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Joanne said from the side.
I had my eyes closed and just enjoyed this dick in my mouth as I flicked my tongue around his head.
“Hate to admit it, but your husband is the best cocksucker out of all of you.” Callum told Joanne.
“Better than me?” Joanne asked.
I was slowly bobbing just past the head, making love to his cock with my mouth and tongue.
“Yep,” Callum told her, “Considering he’s only been doing it for a few months, he’s fucking amazing.”
I actually wanted to smile when he said that, like it was some sort of achievement.
“Well that I’ve got to see,” Joanne said. “Show me what a good cocksucker you are Stevie.”
“Mmm.” I moaned in reply.
Callum’s cock filled my mouth with warmth. My lips were tightly wrapped around his shaft as they slowly moved up and down, just enjoying myself.
I swirled my tongue around his head, feeling his ridges as I spread my spit around him. When I tasted his precum, I was filled with joy.
“Look at him go. He really does love it,” Joanne whispered. “He’s good at licking me out, but look how eager a cocksucker he is.”
“I was surprised I was his first,” Callum told her. “He was so easy to seduce as well.”
“That I can understand.” Joanne said.
This was crazy. I had been so worried for so long about this coming out, but there I was, sucking on our lover’s cock, and my wife actually liked it!
Knowing what was going on, my horniness started to take over. I began to bob up and down faster, taking him deeper.
“That’s it, gay boy. Take it down your throat and show your wife what a cock whore you’ve become.” Callum moaned.
“Mmmm.” I moaned back to him.
I pushed my mouth further down his cock, feeling his head hit my throat, but that wasn’t going to stop me.
“Gllgg.” I accidentally gagged and coughed, but I managed to keep this ebony beast in my mouth.
Going deeper again, the walls of my throat wrapped around his head. It was like my mouth was stretched as far open as possible, just filled with black dick!
I forgot about Joanne for a while, just bobbing up and down, deep throating this perfect cock.
After a few minutes, his dick was completely covered in my spit trickling down my chin. I wanted to be a proper slut for him.
My right hand moved up and played with his balls, spreading my spit around them as I bobbed up and down like a faggot.
“Whore Joanne,” Callum moaned out, “get behind your husband and get his arsehole ready for me.”
“Gladly!” Joanne replied.
She grabbed my trousers and undid them before pulling them down. I was so focused on the cock in my mouth that she positioned me so my arse was stuck out.
“What the fuck?” Joanne suddenly asked, “you got him the same tattoo you got me?”
My cheeks burned red with humiliation, I forgot about the tattoo!
“Oh no, your husband did that all on his own,” Callum laughed out. “He saw yours and said he wanted one as well!”
Suddenly, Joanne spanked and grabbed my arse cheek.
“Fucking hell, he really is a gay whore, isn’t he?” Joanne asked.
“You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff he’s done and begged me to do.” Callum told her.
It was like I wasn’t even in the room. I just bobbed up and down on this big, black cock as they both talked about me.
It was embarrassing but fucking amazing!
“Now eat your husband’s arsehole, you fucking whore!” Callum roared out.
Joanne spread my cheeks with her hands, but I tried to keep my full focus on Callum’s cock.
But then my wife’s tongue touched my arsehole for the first time ever. It was fucking amazing!!!
“MMMMMMM!!” I moaned around Callum’s dick.
Knowing my amazing, beautiful, perfect wife was rimming me just sent waves of new pleasure throughout my body.
“Fucking hell, he loves it.” Joanne laughed as she spanked me again.
Then her tongue returned to my tight, little arsehole.
As I bobbed up and down on Callum’s black cock, Joanne’s tongue pushed in and out of my arse.
She was proper tongue fucking me, and I fucking loved it!
“Mmmmm… Mmmmm.” I moaned over and over from the pleasure.
Then Callum gripped my head.
“Time to face fuck you, faggot.” He warned.
“Mmmhmm.” I moaned back to him.
Joanne’s tongue never left my arse, but then Callum slid his cock all the way down my throat until his big, black balls rested on my chin.
He went straight into fucking my throat like it was a pussy.
“Gllg.. gllgg. Glllg…” I gagged over and over, spit flying around my face and down my chin.
I was a fucking whore, and I loved it!
Then IJoanne pushed a finger into my tight arse as Callum kept fucking my face.
“Glllllggg!” I groaned in pure pleasure.
Callum never stopped fucking my throat, and before I knew it, I had 3 fingers in my arsehole.
“I think he’s ready,” Joanne said as she finger fucked me. “Can I see you fuck him now Daddy?”
When Callum pulled his cock from my throat I let out a loud gasp and spit poured down my chin. I was a fucking mess.
“Faggot, get on the bed on your hands and knees.” He told me.
“Yes… Daddy…” I panted out.
When I moved, Joanne’s fingers left my arse. Then I got onto the bed and waited for my fucking.
“This is so hot. I wish you got us to admit it earlier.” Joanne said as Callum got onto the bed behind me.
“It’s been so fun watching you both squirm and try and hide it from each other,” Callum admitted, “but now that I’ve bred you, I thought it was time.”
“Oh… right,” Joanne whispered, and I turned to see her looking a little worried again. “I guess that means you know it’s Daddy’s… I’m sorry.”
“He knew I was going to breed you ages ago.” Callum laughed as his hands grabbed my arse and hips.
“You did?” Joanne asked me. I guess she wasn’t expecting that.
“When I heard that you agreed to it and wanted it… I just wanted you to be happy,” I told her. “I haven’t been doing my job sexually as a husband, and you deserve better. I don’t care if we have a black baby. I love you.”
“How did I get so lucky?” Joanne said with a smile.
“Jesus Christ you two, can you save all the soppy shit for when I’m gone? I think I might be sick.” Callum laughed out.
“Sorry Daddy,” Joanne joked. “Now fuck this faggot’s arsehole.”
“Yes Daddy,” I said whilst looking my wife in the eye, “fuck my faggot, tight arsehole like the whore I am for you in front of my wife whom you knocked up.”
“I fucking love this family.” Callum laughed out.
And with that, the head of his cock start to put pressure on my hole. In a few seconds, his head popped in, and the rim of my arse tightly wrapped around his big, black dick.
“Oooh fuuckk!” I moaned out, gripping onto the bed sheets.
“Yes!” Joanne shouted. “Fucking take, it you gay whore!”
“Fuck… he’s so fucking big.” I panted.
“Oh, I know,” Joanne laughed, “I can’t believe you’ve been getting it in your arse. You really are a faggot aren’t you?”
SPANK!
Callum slapped and grabbed my arse as another inch pushed into me.
“Oh yeah, he fucking loves it,” Callum laughed. “I’m pretty sure he only wants my dick now instead of your pussy.”
“Is that true?” Joanne asked, “Would you rather have our Daddy’s big, black, thick, perfect cock rather than your wife’s pussy?”
I went to reply but a few more inches of big cock slid deeper into my bowels, and I just let out a high-pitched moan.
“Yeeeesss!” I moaned, well, pretty much shouted. “I’m sorry but I love his cock! More than your pussy.”
“I understand,” Joanne said, “I only want his dick in me anyway.”
“Yeah Stevie,” Callum said as his cock pushed further, “the only time you’re going near Joanne’s cunt for now on is with that strap on.”
“Or when I need him to make me cum with his tongue.” Joanne joined in.
“Oh, he’ll be eating your cum filled cunt from now on!” Callum laughed.
“Oh, I’d love that!” Joanne moaned, “I don’t want that tiny, little, white dick anywhere near me. I need a real man’s cock, like the one in your faggot arsehole right now!”
“Fuuuuuuuuuccckk!!!” I moaned out when I finally felt Callum’s balls rest on top of mine.
His entire black cock was impaled inside of me, and I fucking loved it!
“How does that feel sweetie?” Joanne asked.
I managed to turn my head to see her standing and smiling at me.
“Full.” I gasped out.
“Oh yeah, I know that feeling.” She laughed.
“Get undressed and put on that strap on, whore.” Callum then ordered while holding himself balls deep in my arsehole.
My arse quivered around his cock, stretching me so perfectly. It was like my entire body was filled with big, black cock.
I panted for air, my chest heaving as I watched my wife get completely naked. I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect body, knowing I would most likely never feel my cock inside of her again… but I was actually fine with that.
She attached the strap on and moved onto the bed in front of me.
Spitting on her hand, she spread it all over the fake cock which was inches from my face.
“Now then, my faggot, cock taking husband,” Joanne said as she spread more spit around the cock, “Are you going to suck my dick like a good boy?”
“Yeeess.” I moaned as Callum’s cock twitched inside of me.
The strap on glistened with spit, but then Joanne slapped it across my face.
“That’s it you little gay boy,” Joanne moaned as she kept slapping it over and over my face, “taking the cock that knocked up your wife. It was about time I felt a real man’s cock inside of me. I wasted so much time on your little dick.”
“I know, you should’ve been fucking black men years ago!” I panted out.
“Now I don’t need to worry about you catching me, so I can enjoy his cock even more.” Joanne told me, spreading the spit covered dildo around my face.
“You’ll enjoy it when I say you can. Don’t forget who’s in charge here, slut.” Callum warned her.
“Yes Daddy, sorry.” Joanne instantly replied.
“Open your mouth, sissy.” Joanne then whispered to me.
I did as I was told, opening my mouth. Then the dildo, shaped like Callum’s cock slid in.
“Mmm.” I moaned as I wrapped my lips around it.
I had the exact same cock in both my arse and mouth. Fuck my life was good!
And just like that, Callum started fucking me from behind.
My arsehole was ready for him, easily taking the entire cock in and out constantly.
“Mmmm!” I moaned around the strap on.
“Fucking hell he loves it. I can’t believe you turned my husband gay!” Joanne laughed out.
“He was always a faggot. I just opened him up a little.” Callum laughed back to her.
I didn’t care. The humiliation, the degrading conversation, I fucking loved it! My own cock poured precum underneath me as they both fucked me, front and back.
I was getting spit roasted by the perfect cock!!
“Oh yeah, take that cock, you fucking whore!” Joanne shouted.
SPANK!
“His arsehole is so fucking tight! Tighter than your cunt.” Callum told her.
“That’s not fair though.” Joanne argued.
The whole time they were both sliding their cocks, balls deep into both of my holes.
Callum’s balls slapped against mine every time he went deep into me, and Joanne roughly fucked my throat. Both of them used me however they wanted.
Spit was constantly pouring down my chin.
“Gllg…gllg…gllg..gllgg!” I gagged over and over as my wife fucked my face.
“Am I going to be allowed to fuck his arse?” My wife asked.
“You will, but not right now.” Callum told her.
“Good, I want to see the little sissy moan as I fuck him!” Joanne told him.
The idea of my wife fucking me with a strap on, having two big, black cocks spit roasting me like a whore was too much.
My balls tightened up, and I couldn’t stop myself from erupting.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!” I screamed around the strap on cock that my wife never stop throat fucking me with.
“The fucking slut is cumming!!” Callum laughed.
“We didn’t even need to touch his tiny cock! Fucking hell, he is a gay boy!” Joanne laughed.
Both of them mocked me and fucked me constantly, which just enhanced my earth-shattering orgasm.
Shot after shot of my cum erupted from my cock and onto the bed, my arsehole clenched around Callum’s thick cock, only making him feel even bigger.
His cock was so easily sliding in and out of my arsehole, he had stretched me perfectly, and I never wanted it to end.
But it did.
Callum pulled his cock from me, and I felt completely empty inside.
“Come clean my cock so I can fuck your wife.” Callum then ordered.
I didn’t miss a beat.
I let the strap on fall from my mouth, then I spun around and shoved Callum’s cock that was just in my arse into my mouth.
Wrapping my slutty lips around his shaft, I bobbed up and down and ran my tongue over every inch of his big, black cock.
“Whore, get that strap on off and lie down.” Callum ordered Joanne.
I kept sucking his dick for a few minutes until Callum finally pulled out.
When I turned around, Joanne was on her back with legs spread and her unbelievably soaked cunt just waiting for Callum.
He climbed on top of her but kept his cock a few inches away from her pussy.
Looking at her pale skin underneath his ebony body, it was a beautiful contrast.
“Faggot, come and feed my cock into your wife’s cunt.” Callum ordered me.
I didn’t hesitate. I got right next to them both and gripped onto Callum’s wet cock and lined it up with my wife’s pussy.
“You are officially giving your wife to me, in front of her.” He told me.
I looked at my wife who just smiled at me.
“Yes Daddy, she has always been yours.” I admitted.
“Good boy.” He said.
As I held his cock against my wife’s cunt, Callum started to push in.
Watching his big, black cock stretch my wife’s tight, little pussy was so fucking hot! Adding her moans on top of that had my cock hard again already.
“Oooh god, Stevie.. he’s so fucking big.” Joanne moaned.
“I know.” I told her, watching her in complete ecstasy.
“He’s so much bigger than you…” Joanne moaned again, “How did I ever go with just your cock?”
“I don’t know, but you deserve his big, black cock.” I told her.
Joanne grabbed my wrist and pulled me so our lips locked together. We passionately made out as Callum slid his cock in and out of her wet cunt.
“Oh god… yes… fuck me… fuck me like the whore I am!” Joanne shouted.
“Fuck her Daddy!” I said, “Fuck my cheating, whore wife!”
“You’re both fucking whores!” Callum moaned.
I alternated between watching Callum fuck Joanne and making out with her.
Her moans were animalistic, and Callum’s grunts and moans were manly as fuck.
It took less than five minutes for me to get to watch my wife cumming around Callum’s dick.
“YYYYEEESS!!” She screamed, “FUCKING MAKE ME CUM! LIKE STEVIE NEVER COULD!”
Callum was moaning louder, and I knew what that meant.
“I’m gonna cum soon bitch!” He growled out.
“Cum in me so my faggot husband can lick it clean!” Joanne shouted.
“FUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!!” Callum roared and his entire body twitched as he filled my wife’s, pregnant pussy with his thick, delicious cum.
When he pulled out Joanne gripped my hair and shoved my face between her legs.
“Eat that cum out of my pussy!” She ordered.
“Yeah faggot,” Callum laughed, “although it’s too late to worry about me knocking up your wife with a black baby!”
I licked and sucked every last drop of cum from Joanne’s pussy. When I occasionally looked up, I saw her cleaning his cock with her mouth.
God, I loved her.
Then a few minutes later, we were all done.
“Right, I’m gonna head out and leave you two alone for a bit.” Callum said as he started to get dressed.
Joanne and I were completely naked on the bed, still trying to catch our breath.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I told him, “for everything.”
He smiled at me and then looked at Joanne.
“Whore!” He shouted and she opened her eyes, “it’s your job to clean up these sheets. They better be done by the time I’m back. And you’re making dinner tonight. Stevie has earned a break.”
“Yes Daddy.” Joanne panted back to him.
Once he was gone, I looked at my wife. We were alone for the first time since we finally admitted to cheating.
“Come cuddle me.” She whispered.
I couldn’t help but smile. I wrapped my arms around my wife. Her body was boiling hot and both of us were sweating.
“This is crazy.” She whispered with her eyes closed.
“I know… but kind of perfect.” I told her.
“I love you, you know, completely.” She said.
“I know you do, and I love you, too.” I said.
“The things I say in the heat of the moment, I mean, they’re true, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” Joanne reassured me.
“Joanne, I love you so much.” I said and kissed my wife.
3 Weeks Later
We told Melissa and Jack about the pregnancy a few days after that. They took it well and were excited to have a new sibling. Although we didn’t tell them it was Callum’s.
I was just finishing off licking another load of cum from my wife’s freshly fucked pussy. I managed to make her cum again which was always nice.
Although I haven’t fucked her again, I was fucking Jack, so I wasn’t missing it too much.
Then when she went to go shower my phone started to ring.
20 minutes later, I walked into the dining room, and everyone was there.
Callum was seated at the head of the table, and the rest of the family sat around.
“What’s wrong hun?” Joanne asked, clearly seeing the worry on my face.
“So, you know how we announced the pregnancy the other day?” I said.
“Yeah?” Joanne replied, now looking worried on her face.
“My mum and dad just called… they want to come over next weekend to celebrate.” I admitted.
Joanne started to panic, just like I did. My parents were very old fashioned. Not only would they not like the fact that a young black man was living in our house… I had no idea how they would react when they saw how he was running the house!
But as I looked over to Callum, he had a huge fucking smile on his face.
To be continued…