Tyrone now owns me
My new black Master Tyrone had disappeared for an entire week.
I was desperate. I needed him. I had become addict to his huge black dick. Then out of the blue he rang in the afternoon.
I was home alone and Tyrone told me a good friend was in his way to my home. I should please him. I opened the door to him and let him in.
I led him upstairs. He was toned, but not muscular. He was much darker than Tyrone and his dick was shorter than my black lover’s…
He flipped me onto the bed on my hands and knees. Then he slowly fucked me, taking his time, slowly building, faster and faster, harder and harder.
He didn’t last long after he heard me coming, this time without fingering myself… Then I cleaned his cock with my tongue. He dressed up again. He handed me an envelope for Tyrone and then he left.
Tyrone arrived about two hours later, telling me a couple of business associates had arrived in town and he needed me to please them…
This time I dressed like the slut that my black Master wanted. I wore a short leather skirt and a sheer black blouse; matching stockings and high heels.
Tyrone said I should wait for them. The couple arrived one hour later.
He looked a gentleman and he called me M’am. His wife called me Honey.
Her lips were wet and soft. As I kissed her, he lifted my skirt, and put his hand between my legs. I spread my feet, allowing him access, and was rewarded with two fingers in my wet and ever hungry cunt.
I moaned, enjoying the feeling of him and her. I went down on her, with her thighs gripping my head, as she came in one massive orgasm, squirting in my face; his cock sliding in and out of me as his wife watched from below.
That black man fucked me like his life depended on it. His wife watched, sitting on a corner. She soon joined us, her fleshy labia on my face, my tongue in her pink cunt.
I was coming, again and again, but managed to pleasure her, with my fingers and tongue. I slipped a finger into her asshole, then two.
She pushed back onto them.
“Fuck my ass, please” I gasped suddenly, looking at him.
He filled me, fucking my asshole very hard. I clenched against his thickness. Meanwhile his wife was working my clit with her silky tongue.
Victor arrived from his office when they were leaving. He said nothing.
Tyrone rang, telling me he would be there in less than an hour. Then I had a warm shower, cleaned myself up and dressed again like a slut for him.
He arrived, walked in as if he owned not only me, but the full house. He took one look at me; he picked me up in his big strong arms and kissed me.
I felt him lift the back of my skirt and fondle my bum. I shivered, my nipples hardened and I felt that familiar feeling in my cunt. I was breathless when he put me back down, my heart pounding, my pussy aching, although I’d been very well fucked, twice that afternoon…
My cunt was wet with anticipation. He owned me, and I wanted him to use me. I squeezed his cock through his trousers, then unzipped him and slipped my hand inside. He wasn’t wearing under pants. I felt his cock stiffen, but he pushed my hand away.
“Later, my little white slut, later…” He said, kissing me.
Then he addressed to Victor, who was sitting in the sofa.
“Tomorrow we are having a party here. So you, cuckold hubby, get the beers and some food. You can stay and watch my friends fuck your wife…”
Victor nodded in silence.
“Now babe, you can suck my dick in front of your useless husband…”
I fell on my knees in a flash, pulling his cock out of his trousers; my hungry lips closing over his cock head. At the same time, I used my hands to unbutton his jeans, and pull them down, so I could reach his black balls.
His cock was hard now. Hard. Erect. Veined. Black. So black. So hard…
Tyrone grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth. I gagged, more than once, with my saliva running down my chin. I came, but the sound was muffled by that huge cock in my mouth.
My right hand was between my legs, rubbing my clit, fingering my wet cunt. He fucked my mouth very hard, ramming his cock in and out, all the time gripping my hair. I was aware of Victor holding the video camera, filming the depraved scene.
I worked Tyrone’s cock, using both hands and my mouth. He came, a huge amount, rope after rope, as he ejaculated into my mouth.
“Now swallow it all, my married white slut…” He ordered me.
Then he put me on his strong shoulders and made his way upstairs to the bedroom. Victor followed us, but Tyrone warned him that we would be alone in the marital bed this time.
As he closed the door behind us, I felt my cunt wet; just thinking on the next day party here at home…