Mitch still had a thick BBC inside his pussy. He felt Leroy’s hands on his hips, owning his cunt. He looked back at the sexy thug fucking him from behind. His mouth still tasted of Tyrone’s sweet cum. “You wanna fill me up? You wanna fill your slutty whiteboi up?”
Leroy went harder, and Mitch felt like a ragdoll. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered. “Fuck your whiteboi bitch.” His teeth were clenched. “Fucking destroy this tight pussy. It’s yours.”
Mitch’s asshole was in the process of being obliterated, but it still wasn’t enough. He wanted to be pummelled into submission. He wanted to know what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a hatefuck. “Is that all you got?” he teased Leroy. “Come on,” he taunted. “Fuck me like you hate me. Take your revenge. Ruin my hole.”
Leroy couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled his dick out of Mitch’s ass and began jacking himself off. “Get down here, whiteboi. Imma feed yo’ dirty white mouth. Imma paint yo’ fuckin’ face. You gon’ eat my fuckin’ babies.”
Mitch looked deep into Leroy’s beautiful eyes as he opened his mouth and flopped out his tongue. Nine inches of dark chocolate waved in front of his face, primed to explode. Mitch licked his lips in anticipation. He couldn’t wait. “Give your sissy fucking whiteboi cumdump what he needs.”
Leroy jammed his dick so deep into Mitch’s throat he nearly blacked out. He roared as his shaft flexed, shooting his nut so deep into Mitch’s mouth he could barely even taste it. Mitch waited until Leroy’s orgasm had nearly passed before reaching up to rub his chest. He was rewarded with a few weaker pulses of sweet cum that dribbled across his tongue.
Mitch swallowed his second load of the night. His eyes were red and his lips were puffy. His dick remained hard. He hadn’t cum, but the front of his panties were soaked.
Tyrone gave him a beer to refresh. Mitch gulped half of it down as he caught his breath.
Two spent BBCs lay in front of him. His stomach felt full. He checked his phone. No messages.
Leroy glanced at Tyrone. “Whiteboi finally learning some self-control.”
“Huh?”
“He ain’t nutted.”
Tyrone looked down at the small tent Mitch had pitched inside his panties. “Fo’ real! Shit, is that the first time?”
“Think so,” Leroy replied.
“What we’ gon’ do ’bout that?”
Mitch waited, scarcely able to breathe. His pulsing dicklet sprang back to its full four and a half inches.
“I got an idea,” said Leroy. “Stand up.” He pointed to Mitch. “Get on yo’ knees, whiteboi. We gon’ fuckin’ tease the nut outta you.”
Mitch kneeled obediently. Two flaccid, yet massive BBCs waved in front of his face. “It’s yo’ turn now,” Tyrone said.
“What do you want me to do?” Mitch asked. He spotted a dollop of Leroy’s cream hanging off the end of his dick, and his tongue reached up to claim it.
“Nothin’. You jus’ gon’ kneel there in front of us. You like what you see down there, don’t you?”
Mitch looked at the two pieces of fat black meat drooping over his face. “Yeah, I do.”
“Lean in a little closer,” Tyrone invited. “Smell my cock.”
Mitch put his nose to Tyrone’s balls and inhaled deeply.
“Smells good, don’t it? Smells like a black man’s dick. Now look at it. Look at this thick ass shaft. Yeah, whiteboi, I know it’s big, but I also know you can take it. I already seen you do it.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Mitch saw Leroy stroking his cock.
“You see my homeboy, don’t you? He be strokin’ himself right now. You love his dick as much as you love mine, don’t you?”
Mitch nodded. “Yes.” He desperately needed to cum.
“So give it a kiss.”
Mitch looked up. “You heard my homeboy,” said Leroy. “Kiss my BBC.”
Mitch nearly wept with joy as he placed a tender, loving kiss on the head of Leroy’s magnificent cock. His dicklet was so fucking hard right now. “Thank you,” he said, looking up at Leroy.
“Now touch yo’self,” commanded Tyrone. Mitch began to take his panties off, but Tyrone intervened. “No, leave ’em on. Touch yo’self through yo’ wife’s panties. Touch yo’self while you stare at our huge cocks. Touch yo’self while you smell our sweaty balls. Touch yo’self as you surrender to BBC.”
Mitch jammed a hand inside his panties. He wrapped a thumb and two fingers around his dicklet. It didn’t take long.
“You love BBC, don’t you, whiteboi?” Tyrone asked. He dropped his dick onto Mitch’s face.
Mitch looked up at the two black masters towering over him. He breathed in the thick, alpha scent of Tyrone’s black anaconda as he soaked his panties with watery semen. “I love BBC.”
Leroy and Tyrone high-fived as Mitch moaned. “There you go, whiteboi,” Tyrone said. “That’s what I’m fuckin’ talkin’ ’bout. Was that good?”
Mitch nodded. His jaw flopped open. He’d lost the ability to speak. All he could think about right now was how seriously addicted he was to big black cock.
*
“You can stay here tonight if you want to,” said Tyrone. “Las’ night, I sent you home because it seemed like the right thing to do, ‘specially since you still had a wife las’ night. But from what you said before, if you go home tonight, yo’ either gon’ have an empty ‘partment, or a fight with a drunk insane bitch. So I ain’t gon’ kick yo’ ass out tonight.”
Mitch couldn’t express how grateful he was. “You want me to sleep on the couch?”
“Not unless you want to,” Tyrone replied. He looked at Leroy before continuing. “You can sleep between us if you prefer.”
Mitch nodded. “Yes please. I’d like that.”
Tyrone gave Mitch a spare toothbrush, still in its supermarket packaging. He obediently brushed his teeth. He threw his wife’s panties off and embraced his nakedness.
They climbed onto Tyrone’s massive kingsize mattress. Mitch was sandwiched between two beautiful black men. He never wanted to be anywhere else. He took a deep, satisfied breath. He checked his phone before plugging it in to recharge — there were no messages.
Tyrone hugged Mitch from behind as he nestled into Leroy’s sexy chest. For a few short hours, he slept deeply.