THE ROAD TO SUBMISSION - CHAPTER 11
THE ROAD TO SUBMISSION – CHAPTER 11 BY ONYX
Curtis chuckled to himself as my words reverberated in his ears. “Me turn gay”? he laughed. “Not likely, just doing a job, boss”.
Danny stood up and stretched. “I’d say you were doing one helluva job”, he grinned, “Maybe even better than the fella in the movie.” Curtis turned to stare at the screen again, as the DVD menu looped over scenes of Onyx D’or getting fucked repeatedly. “He’s still a bigger whore than me”, he said and fisted his flaccid cock.
“Yeah, but not by much”, I laughed. I got up and stretched. “Curtis, why don’t you clean up a bit and go get yourself something to eat?”
“Thanks Sir”, he replied as he uncoiled himself from the floor and lumbered upstairs. “I’m hungry like a mug”. Once he was out of earshot, Danny leaned over and grinned that cat-eating-the-canary grin. “Brandon, my friend, we are kings!”. “Kings!”, he repeated.
I couldn’t have been more pleased at how this was turning out. It was Sunday, around noon, and we still had until tomorrow morning with our big black stud servicing us at our beck and call. I got up and shut off the porno DVD. “Lets take a break’, I said, and turned the flat screen televison to a NFL game. Danny laid back in a sex-induced stupor, his cock curled up and limp. “I’m hungry too, but I don’t feel like getting up”. He leaned over and pointed upstairs. “Think we can get him to make us breakfast”?
I pondered the situation and smiled. ”Why not, it wouldn’t be any more than we’ve asked of him already”. The thought of our beefy house nigger serving us food as well as his ass
and mouth on command added a new element to our game. Danny added “We’ve fucked him every way you can image, so why would he mind bringing in a few plates”?
“I’ll ask him when he comes down”. Then I caught myself. ‘Hell, I’ll tell him when he comes down”. Danny game me a wink and settled into the couch, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels. In a few minutes, Curtis bounded down the stairs, still naked, and slightly damp as if he had toweled off quickly. His cock bounced in front of him limp, but I knew how quickly it would respond if required. As he headed to the kitchen, I yelled out to him.
“Curtis, can you cook?”
“Sure, sir,” he replied.
“Good. Make whatever you can find, and bring out two plates for me and Danny. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and juice for us.” I asked Danny if he wanted pancakes, and he nodded. “And pancakes”, I added, “there’s mix in the cabinet.
“Got it”, Curtis said.
“That was easy”, Danny said, and he settled on a History channel show on aviation. The conversation drifted between Tiffany, his debt to taking out his wife this week, and issues at work. The more I thought about Tiff’s true motives, the less was interested in getting married.
Danny was sympathetic. “Don’t marry her pal if you don’t want to”, he said. “Plenty of fish in the sea. Besides, you got a lot of action going on that she would only put a damper on”. I agreed. I could see her immediately quitting work, wanting to have a baby, staying home and becoming
housewife more interested in the shine on the floors than the hardness of my cock.
“Any regrets, Danny?”, I asked. “About Terri?” He paused. “Shes a good woman, and takes care of me like nobody's business. Never tells me no to sex, handles the finances and the k**s, frees me up to concentrate on work.” He laughed, “But this is something even she cant provide”.
While we were laughing, Curtis came in with two plates on a tray. “Here ya go, boss”, he said as he placed it on the coffee table between me and Danny. Danny exclaimed “Wow”.
The food looked delicious. Bacon, sausage, eggs, juice,and pancakes, artfully arranged, with butter and syrup on the side. I grabbed a fork and dug in while Curtis stood with his hands on his hips. Danny spoke first. “Holy shit Brandon, this is great”. As the eggs melted in my mouth, I nodded.
This was restaurant quality food, not the effort of a street thug who could barely boil water.
“Excellent, Curtis”, I said. “Thank you”.
The large black man, smiled and softened a bit. “Cool, I used to work at a hotel, in the kitchen. I learned a few things”. Danny was making all kinds of ‘mmmm’ sounds as he ate. Curtis said “I’m eating upstairs. There's a game that I got some money riding on”. He grabbed his plates and went upstairs, his chisled ebony body rippling with each step.
“Another unexpected surprise”,I said. “This weekend just gets better and better”.
The day passed lazily into evening. Danny and remained in the living room, recharging our batteries, talking about a myriad of subjects, but always getting back to Curtis. Danny turned the DVD back on, and the images of hot raw man to man sex filled the screen again.
“You ready for our boy again?”, I asked.
Danny replied, ”You know I am. But I have to admit, this is turning me on more than I ever imagined it would”. His cock began rising from his crotch as he slowly fisted it.
I teased him a bit. “Turning gay are we?”, I laughed.
Danny smiled. “No, but a week ago I would have been disgusted. Now I’m ready to jump in”. “Brandon”, Danny said in low tones, “did you like sucking his dick”? Danny had not forgotten the sight of me sucking Curtis’ cock while he fucked him.
“Its something I wanted to try Danny, and it wasn’t unpleasant”. I added, “Theres a reason everyone likes doing it. Just like eating pussy”.
Danny nodded, and remained fixed on the screen as Onyx D’or filled his face and ass with cock. The camera zoomed in as he took a long white shaft of meat down his throat, his lips kissing the belly of the fortunate fellow, and then slowly slid off until only the head remained between his lips. A long trail of spit hung from his bottom lip as his tongue bathed the cock, and then began swallowing the dick again.
“Lets get Curtis down here”, Danny said, his cock rock hard.
I looked at my watch, it was almost 8. “Better yet, lets go upstairs, I said. “I’m ready to give him a serious fucking”.
Danny jumped up and I followed him without even turning off the DVD. When we got to the bedroom, Curtis was lying on his side, stroking his cock. He had found one of my pornos (I keep then right under the DVD player) and was at full length. It glistened by the light of the tv.
“You guys ready for more?”, he asked. Danny climbed on to the bed and placed his cock inches from Curtis' face. “We wanted to thank you for breakfast, and give you some dessert”, he joked. Curtis rolled around on all fours and took Danny’s meat deep into his mouth without a word. His position put his juicy ass right in front of me, and my cock jumped at the thought of filling his slutty hole once again. But something was different. I ran my hands over his skin.
“Curtis, did you shave”?
“Yeah sir, I thought it would feel nicer”. He has shaved his chest, crotch, ass, and legs until they were smooth. There was no stubble,and his ass cheeks felt, well, almost like a womans. I ran my hands over his crack, the pink hole hairless, and clean, almost tasty looking. I felt his balls, now completely smooth, and damn if he wasn't right. It was sexier! His legs were not scratchy, and the feel of his skin under my body was making my hard on flex and swell.
“Good job”, I said. “Now are you ready for more dick”? Curtis didn’t answer with Danny's
cock Sliding in and out of his mouth, He just mumbled ‘Uh huuh” and reached around with one hand and spread his ass cheek. His hole flexed at me, as if daring me to fill it, tight, inviting, still appearing invulnerable from the pounding from me and Danny. I moved closer, spreading his chocolate globes, and impulsively stuck out my tongue.
Curtis moaned as the flat of my tongue swabbed his ass. It tasted clean, and slightly fruity, from the body wash Tiff had given me. My cock was rock hard, and each push of my tongue against his ass slid it a bit more past the ring until I was about a half inch side. I could feel him clench his anal ring on my tongue, while copious amounts of spit dripped down his crack and onto his balls.
I caught myself and stood up, wondering if Danny had seen my unbelievable act. But luckily, Curtis had him on the ropes, eyes closed, lost in the sensations of this insatiable black man furiously working to relieve him of his sperm. As I wiped my chin, I realized how easily one can be lead into behaviors that at one time were so alien, yet now have become so natural. I just had my tongue up this niggers ass! And now I was preparing to fuck him, and derive great pleasure from it. I wasn’t going to think about Tiffany while doing it. I was focusing on riding this big, black, male ass, opening it up, and cumming deep inside my personal whore.
Danny pulled me out of my daydreaming. “You fucking his ass, Brandon”?, he said, untangling himself from Curtis' clutches, “because I want some”.
“Be my guest”, I replied, and switched places with my buddy. Danny immediately slid into Curtis'ass and began pounding, lubed by the black mans's blowjob and unknowingly my spit. “You feel smooth like a bitch, man”, Danny hissed, as he ran his hands over Curtis' shaved body. “You like being a slut for cock, don’t you”?
Curtis took my cock out of his mouth to reply. “You know I do. So fuck me deeper”. He began banging his solid ass against Danny's belly, forcing the smaller white man to hold on to his hips. Danny howled, slapping Curtis' ass between strokes. “Ho, a challenge! You think you can outfuck me?” Danny increased his pace.
Curtis was giving my cock a classic blowjob, taking my shaft balls deep time and time again, He lifted off to turn slightly toward Danny and said “I can drain that dick in five minutes”. Then he looked up at me and added, “Yours too”. The he went back to work, pleasuring himself as he pleasured us, his temporary masters of a part time slave.
“Brandon, I think we need to show him who's boss”, said Danny. I watched him with his eyes closed, pumping quickly into Curtis' buttery hole. Curtis went to work on my cock with a sense of purpose. A sense of strength washed over me as I watch this strong black man serve himself up for my physical pleasure. Maybe everyone has a submissive streak, and I found his. Maybe all blacks have a innate sense of subservience to whites, genetically engineered from centuries of slavery. What ever the reason, I now owned Curtis, and the money was of little consequence.
The way he swallows our cum with abandon, the way he gives us his ass without request, the way he obviously derived pleasure from the events of this weekend made it clear he has crossed over to at the very least to bisexuality. Danny's gutteral groan pulled me out of my reverie. “Fuck ,Brandon, I’m gonna dump a load in his ass”, gasped Danny. He mashed his groin against Curtis' ass cheeks, digging into the thugs waist and delivering his seed. “Yeah, yeah, auggggg”, he groaned. Danny leaned over onto Curtis broad back, spent, but still pushing into his ass.
Curtis was moaning like a bitch in heat, alternating between begging me for my cum and and swallowing my cock to my pubes. “Shoot it,” , he whispered, shoot it in my mouf”. He’d pull back and look at it, then gobble it down like he was starving. And he was. For hot, fat, cum loaded white cock.
I pulled back to take a look at his ass. Strings of saliva stretched from his lips as my cock slid out of his hot mouth. Danny slid over to the side for me to examine Curtis' pussy. It was just slightly agape, with Danny's sperm trickling from the anal ring. Fat lips surrounded his ass as our fucking had changed the shape of his rectum. My finger slid in effortlessly, lubricated by multiple loads. Curtis' big cock swung below, as he lazily stroked it slowly. It was hard to resist his ass.
“Nigger, want some more cock?”, I asked him. Was he still playing the game?
“Yeah, boss, give it to me”, Curtis replied with his ass up and eyes closed. He was still in it. His blowjob had gotten me so close, and now all I wanted was to fill his black ass. Danny had moved in front of Curtis, feeding him his limp cock. Curtis ignored the cum clinging to the shaft, and bathed the flaccid meat with his tongue.
“Lean back”, I commanded. Curtis' big, hard, smooth ass touched the head of my dick and his ass slid over it like a glove. I could feeling him squeezing his sphincter, and I kept still while his ass fucked my cock. I stared at his puffy entrance, stretched comfortably around my cock. As he moved back and forth, streaks of Danny's cum coated my shaft. I felt relaxed, truly enjoying the moment. Not worrying about coming too quickly with Tiffany, not worrying about her orgasm, or if she got off when I ate her pussy. This sex was liberating, and free from performance anxiety. Curtis wanting me to fill his ass and mouth as much as I wanted. MY pleasure was the most important,and Curtis got HIS pleasure from pleasing me. That was enough to make me shoot
again.
That familiar tingling under my balls began as I increased pumping into Curtis. I felt two spurts creep into him, and the sensation of his anal canal drained the last vestiges of cum out of me. I collapsed to the side like Danny, utterly exhausted. Although this was a short half hour episode, it was the fifth time today I had cum.
Curtis lay prone on the bed between us. He reached around and palmed his hole, feeling the loose skin and the seeping liquids. He then put two fingers in his mouth, tasting our loads from his ass. He was still hard, but made no move to stroke himself.
“That was great”, he murmured. Danny agreed, and added, “It was, but I need some damn sleep”. Then he paused, I cant believe this is going to be over tomorrow”.
Curtis stretched and said nothing. His 9 inch pole stuck straight up, and it flexed and leaned toward his chest. He was still obviously aroused.
“Well Curtis, all this will be behind you after tonight. Did you enjoy yourself”?, I asked.
“Yeah”, he said, “but I’m sure this isn't the last time. The way you liked all this black meat tells me theres no reason why we wont get together again. All you need is money, and you’ve got plenty of that”.
Damn if he wasn’t right! He had read me pretty good. I figured he was willing to come back and do this again, but I also felt money would soon be out of the equation. He was just too into it to be a financial transaction. Pretty soon, Curtis would be riding our cocks for the sheer enjoyment of it all.
We washed up and fell asleep, tired but in a nice, relaxed way. It was about 10:30 pm. Curtis slept between Danny and I, on his back, his large cock nestled between his thighs. As I drifted into a deep sleep, I thought of all the different directions this arrangement could go. What started off as just a dare to see if Curtis would take the bait had now become a full blown fantasy come true. I had this hot black man at my beck and call. What next? A black woman to make my set of slaves complete?
I envisioned myself as their master, willing to perform for me at my whim. I imagined a busty hot black woman, swallowing my cock on command, drinking my hot cum and splashing her brown face with my seed. Having Curtis lick it off her, or fucking her nice and deep and cumming in her pussy and having Curtis suck it out. He probably knew someone who would do it, someone like him, willing to do almost anything for money. And I had the funds to pull it off.
And having Danny as part of the situation made it even better. We were now alibis for each other, for his wife and my girlfriend. He could keep folks away from the house when one of us partook in our wonderfully dirty secret. I thought about making him kick in for the cost of “owning” Curtis, but with the expense of his wife and k**s, he had enough overhead. He wouldn’t say anything because he had much more to lose than me.
Suddenly I moved and something stirred me awake. The clock said 1:31 am and I noticed movement on the bed. Through foggy sleepy eyes, I noticed Danny on top of Curtis. With only the only light coming in from the window, my eyes adjusted and watch the two men in a 69. I couldn’t see Curtis' face, covered by Danny's thigh as Curtis swallowed his cock. But Danny, my friend Danny, was stuffing the first few inches of Curtis' big meat in his mouth! My own cock hardened as I watched my friend. So his curiousity had gotten the best of him after all! Even with two hands wrapped around the shaft, Danny had about three more inches of bulbous head to lick and suck. His jaws tried to take it all in, but it was just too wide. Undaunted, Danny licked and slurped at Curtis' cock, then angled his head and got the first two inches in his mouth. He repeated this motion until he set up a rhythm. I could see the rigid black dick glistening in the light from the window, and I remained motionless, but rock hard as I watched them.
Danny seemed mesmerized by the black shaft, alternating between looking at its length and glory, and stuffing it in his mouth. He made very little noise, and on the king size bed, was far enough away to think he was not being watched. Then he sat up and pulled off of Curtis, rolling on his back. Curtis immediately climbed aboard, his pole pointing towards Danny's chest. I could see him slide down on Danny's banana shaped dick, but Danny stayed motionless. Curtis put one foot on the floor, and straddled Danny’s smaller body. He moved his hips in a circular motion, grinding down on Danny's crotch to get every inch in his hole. Then he changed speeds, going quicker, in a jerky back and forth motion. Curtis rubbed his cock with each stroke that bottomed him out on Danny. Only the thin sheet kept them from seeing my raging boner, as I continued to appear asleep.
Danny moved his hands onto Curtis' waist, as he watched and felt the big black man milk his dick repeatedly. Then Curtis made a soft sound in his throat, and a gleam of moisture shot out from his massive dickhead. It landed on Danny's chest, and he began to move his hips to finish. Was he hurrying because Curtis had come, or because he now wanted his pleasure? I pondered that as I watched them. Danny was not as aggressive as he was earlier, when I was awake and watching. He was almost tender, rubbing Curtis' chest, stroking his spent cock, and pulling Curtis closer on his shaft. The Danny whispered something, and Curtis climbed off. He lay on the bed and Danny mounted him from the rear, treating the larger black man’s body as a mattress. He placed his cock back into Curtis' ass, and begin to pump, supported by the globes of his granite ass cheeks. Curtis arched his back to give Danny greater access, then Danny groaned softly. I could tell he was spurting a load into Curtis' ass yet again, breeding the nigger like his whore. Curtis' cheeks clenched together, massaging Danny's white meat. Then the men lay still, and Danny was content to lay on top the already snoozing Curtis.
I closed my eyes and fisted my cock, content to wait until morning for release.
Curtis chuckled to himself as my words reverberated in his ears. “Me turn gay”? he laughed. “Not likely, just doing a job, boss”.
Danny stood up and stretched. “I’d say you were doing one helluva job”, he grinned, “Maybe even better than the fella in the movie.” Curtis turned to stare at the screen again, as the DVD menu looped over scenes of Onyx D’or getting fucked repeatedly. “He’s still a bigger whore than me”, he said and fisted his flaccid cock.
“Yeah, but not by much”, I laughed. I got up and stretched. “Curtis, why don’t you clean up a bit and go get yourself something to eat?”
“Thanks Sir”, he replied as he uncoiled himself from the floor and lumbered upstairs. “I’m hungry like a mug”. Once he was out of earshot, Danny leaned over and grinned that cat-eating-the-canary grin. “Brandon, my friend, we are kings!”. “Kings!”, he repeated.
I couldn’t have been more pleased at how this was turning out. It was Sunday, around noon, and we still had until tomorrow morning with our big black stud servicing us at our beck and call. I got up and shut off the porno DVD. “Lets take a break’, I said, and turned the flat screen televison to a NFL game. Danny laid back in a sex-induced stupor, his cock curled up and limp. “I’m hungry too, but I don’t feel like getting up”. He leaned over and pointed upstairs. “Think we can get him to make us breakfast”?
I pondered the situation and smiled. ”Why not, it wouldn’t be any more than we’ve asked of him already”. The thought of our beefy house nigger serving us food as well as his ass
and mouth on command added a new element to our game. Danny added “We’ve fucked him every way you can image, so why would he mind bringing in a few plates”?
“I’ll ask him when he comes down”. Then I caught myself. ‘Hell, I’ll tell him when he comes down”. Danny game me a wink and settled into the couch, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels. In a few minutes, Curtis bounded down the stairs, still naked, and slightly damp as if he had toweled off quickly. His cock bounced in front of him limp, but I knew how quickly it would respond if required. As he headed to the kitchen, I yelled out to him.
“Curtis, can you cook?”
“Sure, sir,” he replied.
“Good. Make whatever you can find, and bring out two plates for me and Danny. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and juice for us.” I asked Danny if he wanted pancakes, and he nodded. “And pancakes”, I added, “there’s mix in the cabinet.
“Got it”, Curtis said.
“That was easy”, Danny said, and he settled on a History channel show on aviation. The conversation drifted between Tiffany, his debt to taking out his wife this week, and issues at work. The more I thought about Tiff’s true motives, the less was interested in getting married.
Danny was sympathetic. “Don’t marry her pal if you don’t want to”, he said. “Plenty of fish in the sea. Besides, you got a lot of action going on that she would only put a damper on”. I agreed. I could see her immediately quitting work, wanting to have a baby, staying home and becoming
housewife more interested in the shine on the floors than the hardness of my cock.
“Any regrets, Danny?”, I asked. “About Terri?” He paused. “Shes a good woman, and takes care of me like nobody's business. Never tells me no to sex, handles the finances and the k**s, frees me up to concentrate on work.” He laughed, “But this is something even she cant provide”.
While we were laughing, Curtis came in with two plates on a tray. “Here ya go, boss”, he said as he placed it on the coffee table between me and Danny. Danny exclaimed “Wow”.
The food looked delicious. Bacon, sausage, eggs, juice,and pancakes, artfully arranged, with butter and syrup on the side. I grabbed a fork and dug in while Curtis stood with his hands on his hips. Danny spoke first. “Holy shit Brandon, this is great”. As the eggs melted in my mouth, I nodded.
This was restaurant quality food, not the effort of a street thug who could barely boil water.
“Excellent, Curtis”, I said. “Thank you”.
The large black man, smiled and softened a bit. “Cool, I used to work at a hotel, in the kitchen. I learned a few things”. Danny was making all kinds of ‘mmmm’ sounds as he ate. Curtis said “I’m eating upstairs. There's a game that I got some money riding on”. He grabbed his plates and went upstairs, his chisled ebony body rippling with each step.
“Another unexpected surprise”,I said. “This weekend just gets better and better”.
The day passed lazily into evening. Danny and remained in the living room, recharging our batteries, talking about a myriad of subjects, but always getting back to Curtis. Danny turned the DVD back on, and the images of hot raw man to man sex filled the screen again.
“You ready for our boy again?”, I asked.
Danny replied, ”You know I am. But I have to admit, this is turning me on more than I ever imagined it would”. His cock began rising from his crotch as he slowly fisted it.
I teased him a bit. “Turning gay are we?”, I laughed.
Danny smiled. “No, but a week ago I would have been disgusted. Now I’m ready to jump in”. “Brandon”, Danny said in low tones, “did you like sucking his dick”? Danny had not forgotten the sight of me sucking Curtis’ cock while he fucked him.
“Its something I wanted to try Danny, and it wasn’t unpleasant”. I added, “Theres a reason everyone likes doing it. Just like eating pussy”.
Danny nodded, and remained fixed on the screen as Onyx D’or filled his face and ass with cock. The camera zoomed in as he took a long white shaft of meat down his throat, his lips kissing the belly of the fortunate fellow, and then slowly slid off until only the head remained between his lips. A long trail of spit hung from his bottom lip as his tongue bathed the cock, and then began swallowing the dick again.
“Lets get Curtis down here”, Danny said, his cock rock hard.
I looked at my watch, it was almost 8. “Better yet, lets go upstairs, I said. “I’m ready to give him a serious fucking”.
Danny jumped up and I followed him without even turning off the DVD. When we got to the bedroom, Curtis was lying on his side, stroking his cock. He had found one of my pornos (I keep then right under the DVD player) and was at full length. It glistened by the light of the tv.
“You guys ready for more?”, he asked. Danny climbed on to the bed and placed his cock inches from Curtis' face. “We wanted to thank you for breakfast, and give you some dessert”, he joked. Curtis rolled around on all fours and took Danny’s meat deep into his mouth without a word. His position put his juicy ass right in front of me, and my cock jumped at the thought of filling his slutty hole once again. But something was different. I ran my hands over his skin.
“Curtis, did you shave”?
“Yeah sir, I thought it would feel nicer”. He has shaved his chest, crotch, ass, and legs until they were smooth. There was no stubble,and his ass cheeks felt, well, almost like a womans. I ran my hands over his crack, the pink hole hairless, and clean, almost tasty looking. I felt his balls, now completely smooth, and damn if he wasn't right. It was sexier! His legs were not scratchy, and the feel of his skin under my body was making my hard on flex and swell.
“Good job”, I said. “Now are you ready for more dick”? Curtis didn’t answer with Danny's
cock Sliding in and out of his mouth, He just mumbled ‘Uh huuh” and reached around with one hand and spread his ass cheek. His hole flexed at me, as if daring me to fill it, tight, inviting, still appearing invulnerable from the pounding from me and Danny. I moved closer, spreading his chocolate globes, and impulsively stuck out my tongue.
Curtis moaned as the flat of my tongue swabbed his ass. It tasted clean, and slightly fruity, from the body wash Tiff had given me. My cock was rock hard, and each push of my tongue against his ass slid it a bit more past the ring until I was about a half inch side. I could feel him clench his anal ring on my tongue, while copious amounts of spit dripped down his crack and onto his balls.
I caught myself and stood up, wondering if Danny had seen my unbelievable act. But luckily, Curtis had him on the ropes, eyes closed, lost in the sensations of this insatiable black man furiously working to relieve him of his sperm. As I wiped my chin, I realized how easily one can be lead into behaviors that at one time were so alien, yet now have become so natural. I just had my tongue up this niggers ass! And now I was preparing to fuck him, and derive great pleasure from it. I wasn’t going to think about Tiffany while doing it. I was focusing on riding this big, black, male ass, opening it up, and cumming deep inside my personal whore.
Danny pulled me out of my daydreaming. “You fucking his ass, Brandon”?, he said, untangling himself from Curtis' clutches, “because I want some”.
“Be my guest”, I replied, and switched places with my buddy. Danny immediately slid into Curtis'ass and began pounding, lubed by the black mans's blowjob and unknowingly my spit. “You feel smooth like a bitch, man”, Danny hissed, as he ran his hands over Curtis' shaved body. “You like being a slut for cock, don’t you”?
Curtis took my cock out of his mouth to reply. “You know I do. So fuck me deeper”. He began banging his solid ass against Danny's belly, forcing the smaller white man to hold on to his hips. Danny howled, slapping Curtis' ass between strokes. “Ho, a challenge! You think you can outfuck me?” Danny increased his pace.
Curtis was giving my cock a classic blowjob, taking my shaft balls deep time and time again, He lifted off to turn slightly toward Danny and said “I can drain that dick in five minutes”. Then he looked up at me and added, “Yours too”. The he went back to work, pleasuring himself as he pleasured us, his temporary masters of a part time slave.
“Brandon, I think we need to show him who's boss”, said Danny. I watched him with his eyes closed, pumping quickly into Curtis' buttery hole. Curtis went to work on my cock with a sense of purpose. A sense of strength washed over me as I watch this strong black man serve himself up for my physical pleasure. Maybe everyone has a submissive streak, and I found his. Maybe all blacks have a innate sense of subservience to whites, genetically engineered from centuries of slavery. What ever the reason, I now owned Curtis, and the money was of little consequence.
The way he swallows our cum with abandon, the way he gives us his ass without request, the way he obviously derived pleasure from the events of this weekend made it clear he has crossed over to at the very least to bisexuality. Danny's gutteral groan pulled me out of my reverie. “Fuck ,Brandon, I’m gonna dump a load in his ass”, gasped Danny. He mashed his groin against Curtis' ass cheeks, digging into the thugs waist and delivering his seed. “Yeah, yeah, auggggg”, he groaned. Danny leaned over onto Curtis broad back, spent, but still pushing into his ass.
Curtis was moaning like a bitch in heat, alternating between begging me for my cum and and swallowing my cock to my pubes. “Shoot it,” , he whispered, shoot it in my mouf”. He’d pull back and look at it, then gobble it down like he was starving. And he was. For hot, fat, cum loaded white cock.
I pulled back to take a look at his ass. Strings of saliva stretched from his lips as my cock slid out of his hot mouth. Danny slid over to the side for me to examine Curtis' pussy. It was just slightly agape, with Danny's sperm trickling from the anal ring. Fat lips surrounded his ass as our fucking had changed the shape of his rectum. My finger slid in effortlessly, lubricated by multiple loads. Curtis' big cock swung below, as he lazily stroked it slowly. It was hard to resist his ass.
“Nigger, want some more cock?”, I asked him. Was he still playing the game?
“Yeah, boss, give it to me”, Curtis replied with his ass up and eyes closed. He was still in it. His blowjob had gotten me so close, and now all I wanted was to fill his black ass. Danny had moved in front of Curtis, feeding him his limp cock. Curtis ignored the cum clinging to the shaft, and bathed the flaccid meat with his tongue.
“Lean back”, I commanded. Curtis' big, hard, smooth ass touched the head of my dick and his ass slid over it like a glove. I could feeling him squeezing his sphincter, and I kept still while his ass fucked my cock. I stared at his puffy entrance, stretched comfortably around my cock. As he moved back and forth, streaks of Danny's cum coated my shaft. I felt relaxed, truly enjoying the moment. Not worrying about coming too quickly with Tiffany, not worrying about her orgasm, or if she got off when I ate her pussy. This sex was liberating, and free from performance anxiety. Curtis wanting me to fill his ass and mouth as much as I wanted. MY pleasure was the most important,and Curtis got HIS pleasure from pleasing me. That was enough to make me shoot
again.
That familiar tingling under my balls began as I increased pumping into Curtis. I felt two spurts creep into him, and the sensation of his anal canal drained the last vestiges of cum out of me. I collapsed to the side like Danny, utterly exhausted. Although this was a short half hour episode, it was the fifth time today I had cum.
Curtis lay prone on the bed between us. He reached around and palmed his hole, feeling the loose skin and the seeping liquids. He then put two fingers in his mouth, tasting our loads from his ass. He was still hard, but made no move to stroke himself.
“That was great”, he murmured. Danny agreed, and added, “It was, but I need some damn sleep”. Then he paused, I cant believe this is going to be over tomorrow”.
Curtis stretched and said nothing. His 9 inch pole stuck straight up, and it flexed and leaned toward his chest. He was still obviously aroused.
“Well Curtis, all this will be behind you after tonight. Did you enjoy yourself”?, I asked.
“Yeah”, he said, “but I’m sure this isn't the last time. The way you liked all this black meat tells me theres no reason why we wont get together again. All you need is money, and you’ve got plenty of that”.
Damn if he wasn’t right! He had read me pretty good. I figured he was willing to come back and do this again, but I also felt money would soon be out of the equation. He was just too into it to be a financial transaction. Pretty soon, Curtis would be riding our cocks for the sheer enjoyment of it all.
We washed up and fell asleep, tired but in a nice, relaxed way. It was about 10:30 pm. Curtis slept between Danny and I, on his back, his large cock nestled between his thighs. As I drifted into a deep sleep, I thought of all the different directions this arrangement could go. What started off as just a dare to see if Curtis would take the bait had now become a full blown fantasy come true. I had this hot black man at my beck and call. What next? A black woman to make my set of slaves complete?
I envisioned myself as their master, willing to perform for me at my whim. I imagined a busty hot black woman, swallowing my cock on command, drinking my hot cum and splashing her brown face with my seed. Having Curtis lick it off her, or fucking her nice and deep and cumming in her pussy and having Curtis suck it out. He probably knew someone who would do it, someone like him, willing to do almost anything for money. And I had the funds to pull it off.
And having Danny as part of the situation made it even better. We were now alibis for each other, for his wife and my girlfriend. He could keep folks away from the house when one of us partook in our wonderfully dirty secret. I thought about making him kick in for the cost of “owning” Curtis, but with the expense of his wife and k**s, he had enough overhead. He wouldn’t say anything because he had much more to lose than me.
Suddenly I moved and something stirred me awake. The clock said 1:31 am and I noticed movement on the bed. Through foggy sleepy eyes, I noticed Danny on top of Curtis. With only the only light coming in from the window, my eyes adjusted and watch the two men in a 69. I couldn’t see Curtis' face, covered by Danny's thigh as Curtis swallowed his cock. But Danny, my friend Danny, was stuffing the first few inches of Curtis' big meat in his mouth! My own cock hardened as I watched my friend. So his curiousity had gotten the best of him after all! Even with two hands wrapped around the shaft, Danny had about three more inches of bulbous head to lick and suck. His jaws tried to take it all in, but it was just too wide. Undaunted, Danny licked and slurped at Curtis' cock, then angled his head and got the first two inches in his mouth. He repeated this motion until he set up a rhythm. I could see the rigid black dick glistening in the light from the window, and I remained motionless, but rock hard as I watched them.
Danny seemed mesmerized by the black shaft, alternating between looking at its length and glory, and stuffing it in his mouth. He made very little noise, and on the king size bed, was far enough away to think he was not being watched. Then he sat up and pulled off of Curtis, rolling on his back. Curtis immediately climbed aboard, his pole pointing towards Danny's chest. I could see him slide down on Danny's banana shaped dick, but Danny stayed motionless. Curtis put one foot on the floor, and straddled Danny’s smaller body. He moved his hips in a circular motion, grinding down on Danny's crotch to get every inch in his hole. Then he changed speeds, going quicker, in a jerky back and forth motion. Curtis rubbed his cock with each stroke that bottomed him out on Danny. Only the thin sheet kept them from seeing my raging boner, as I continued to appear asleep.
Danny moved his hands onto Curtis' waist, as he watched and felt the big black man milk his dick repeatedly. Then Curtis made a soft sound in his throat, and a gleam of moisture shot out from his massive dickhead. It landed on Danny's chest, and he began to move his hips to finish. Was he hurrying because Curtis had come, or because he now wanted his pleasure? I pondered that as I watched them. Danny was not as aggressive as he was earlier, when I was awake and watching. He was almost tender, rubbing Curtis' chest, stroking his spent cock, and pulling Curtis closer on his shaft. The Danny whispered something, and Curtis climbed off. He lay on the bed and Danny mounted him from the rear, treating the larger black man’s body as a mattress. He placed his cock back into Curtis' ass, and begin to pump, supported by the globes of his granite ass cheeks. Curtis arched his back to give Danny greater access, then Danny groaned softly. I could tell he was spurting a load into Curtis' ass yet again, breeding the nigger like his whore. Curtis' cheeks clenched together, massaging Danny's white meat. Then the men lay still, and Danny was content to lay on top the already snoozing Curtis.
I closed my eyes and fisted my cock, content to wait until morning for release.
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