It was about lunchtime on a Thursday, and everyone except for Michael and I had left. I had just finished the last load of laundry when Michael called me.
"Hey, get in here!" he bellowed from the living room.
"Coming!" I yelled back from the laundry room on the other side of the house.
"Ah, man," I muttered to myself. I had been working all day, packing, doing laundry, and cleaning for this crazy trip, and now he needed something. With a hint of attitude, I gathered up the whites, threw them one by one into the basket, and made my way to the living room.
Michael was sitting in his chair with the remote in one hand while stroking his cock that had poked through the fly in the other. Ten minutes prior, I overheard a heated discussion with one of his exes about ...... support. I'm guessing it's because he was laid off a few weeks ago and the bills and baby mamas are due. Now, from the looks, he is still pretty heated.
One thing I have learned is, when Michael gets heated, Michael gets horny.
"So, what's up?" He says, noticing that I was in the room, but not looking at me.
"For what sir? I said exhausted.
"The burning thing."
"You mean Burning Man?" I said with an attitude.
"Yeah," Michael said still not taking his eyes off the tube.
"Sir, I'm not sure what you're asking, but if you're talking about the camping trip to Burning Man, it's all taken care of," I said.
"Okay, were you gonna let me know?" he asked. "And don't get sass with me either," Michael added.
"Sorry sir, I've packed up a good majority of the girls' clothes and I took some of your stuff to the camper but all we have left to do is just the food and I'll pack that tomorrow morning". I continued.
"I have meals laid out for the three days were gone and I think Rachel and her boyfriend might be bringing some friends. "They're gonna follow us."
"What kind of friends?" Michael shot back.
"I'm not sure, I think it's other girlfriends of hers, but they're not staying with us." Michael nodded at his head. "Are they hot?" he said.
"I don't know, I'm gonna assume that they are." I said, annoyed at the ridiculousness of the question.
I stood there for a minute in silence with nothing but the second half of the game to listen to.
"May I go, sir? I asked.
"No," he said as more of a second thought. "Get down here."
He pointed his 40 oz can down his crotch. I assume he wanted what he always wanted before lunch.
I put my basket to the side and pulled up each knee of my sweatpants. I grabbed a pillow from the couch and brought it over between his knees. I put the pillow down and set my knees on the pillow. Taking care to allow my caged genitals to hang freely between my legs.
With a little adjusting, I squatted and put each hand on top of his bare thighs.
"Look at me," he said. I looked up at him for a split second before hearing an audible CRACK!
My whole head swung to the right, but not before seeing stars. My wife's bull slapped me across the mouth and hard this time.
As my mind was re-focusing, Michael said, "Don't sass me bitch!"
I shook my head and attempted to gain my bearings. "I'm sorry, sir." I looked down at a rapidly filling penis and closed my eyes.
Michael reached over grabbed a lock of my hair and wrenched my head to the side, twisting my neck so I could look into his piercing dark eyes.
"Don't let me catch you talking to me like that again boy or I'll crack one off in front of the girls… you got me cuck fuck?"
I fought back the urge to cry but didn't. The side of my face was rapidly reddening and stinging was setting in fast.
"Yes sir… sorry sir," I said, with a little hiccup and the swelling of tears.
Normally, if we are home during the week, Michael will stop me from doing whatever I'm doing and have me blow him while he watches TV.
It takes him a while to cum so I have to take breaks taking his huge dick. I get little slaps here and there if he feels teeth, but this slap was a dozy!
I took the cap of his huge gland into my mouth, feeling his pulse on my tongue. The salty taste of his urine and the blood in my mouth from his blow was startling. The head of his pecker is a lighter color than the rest of his shaft. He is uncircumcised and his vascular foreskin runs smoothly up and down the full length of his penis.
I adjusted my knees again and shook off the last of the stars floating in my eyes. I could see my pain was getting him hard and he was feasting on my humiliation and inferiority as a white male. I accepted my task and resigned myself to giving our family bull the pleasure he deserved.
With tears now dried on my reddened and sore cheeks, I made sure to tuck my teeth away and started to work his filling shaft. I felt his thigh muscles flex suddenly as he slid his ass lower into the couch. Michael pulled off his shorts to expose his heavy grapefruit-sized scrotum as it settled, not only below his anus but now hung freely off the edge of the couch.
God has somehow blessed this black man with massive testicles. Each one of his nuts is the size of a golf ball, sitting in a vascular sack with one hanging below the other in a typical anatomic fashion.
I re-gained his cock and put it back into my mouth to start again. He unmuted the game as it resumed and the announcer got back to the action while I licked up and down the vein-covered shaft of his big black cock.
Michael's penis is so long now, that I wrapped both hands around it and stroked his foreskin into my deep-throated mouth. I continued for about 15 minutes when I heard the screen door slam.
I instinctively let off his cock. Slowly, Michaels's large hand wrapped the back of my skill and pushed my mouth back down his tool until his pecker plugged the back of my throat.
I gagged and a river of saliva flowed down my master's shaft and collected in a pool within the tight black curls of his pubic hair at the base of his cock.
"Oh, hey, I didn't know you were busy." I heard my middle ...... say to Michael who nodded to her.
I didn't look up to avoid the nature instinct of pure humiliation I felt as I continued to gag on this black man's horse cock. The same black man that was fucking my wife and controlling every aspect of my family and my life.
Melissa turned to her boyfriend, Tad who was following behind her, and said, "Let’s go to my room."
Then I heard both sets of footsteps bounce up the stairs followed by the slamming of a bedroom door.
Michael let go of his grip and I took a breath. "Who was with her?" I asked exasperated. The bull didn’t respond.
I continued up and down his baby maker adding more spit to my hands. I traced every vein that ran on either side of his bulging vas deference with my tongue, feeling the ridges and valleys pass my lips.
I felt his arteries pulsing in his penis with my lips, filling his cock with African blood. Michael shifted his pelvis again to open his buttocks to me. I knew what he was after.
He settled back and closed his eyes. I know this means he is ready to receive his pleasure and I followed suit.
Kiss after kiss, I worked my way to the base of his cock and felt the silky texture of his scrotum begin. I continued to work my way down, separating each testicle with my puckered lips.
With my other hand, I gently lifted his heavy scrotum to expose his rock-hard bulbous muscle, full, hard, and quivering as he worked to bring up his fluid for me to eat.
His taint naturally protrudes from his pelvis into a handsome mound under his cock. Like a thousand times, before, I witnessed this beautiful muscle flex and contract fulling my wife with his seed. This time, this muscle is for me.
I ran my tongue from under his balls, down the seam of his vibrating taint, ending at his anus. I always admired Michael's sphincter. It is perfectly round with puckered black skin around the rim with a pink center.
When I fellate our bull, I put my whole body into the oral sex and work my entire upper half like a piston up and down his shaft.
After a few minutes of this steady rhythm, I paused for a moment to feel where his body was. The head of his gland was very hard and pulsing with each beat of his heart. I could feel Michael's vas def contracting on the pad of my tongue as if he was working his pre-cum up his tube.
His testicles were firm now and unable to separate within his sac. At the moment I cupped his scrotum and felt the heavy weight of it, the salty sweet taste of his liquid filled the back of my mouth.
His Cowper's fluid washed over my taste buds and quickly overpowered them. My throat ...... swallowed the watery mixture. His reproductive organs were cleaning themselves and preparing for the beautiful ejection of his potent African sperm.
I resumed my rapid pace, but not before rubbing my finger up and down his perineum and feeling his rapidly growing bulbous muscle. He was getting close, maybe too close and I withdrew.
I took another breath and took both hands and spread his cheeks to fully expose his puckered anus. His exposed cock throbbed and his testicles drew up and down inside his scrotum.
His body was working up a huge load and I wanted it. I held his cock and pushed up his sack to watch our family alpha wink his asshole.
"Get in there man," he said. With that command, I pressed my lips to his anus, just as it puckered again almost sucking in my upper lip into his anal track.
The scent of his taint was strong of urine and stale sweat. I drilled my tongue into this man's sphincter savoring every ridge and fold of his outer anus. I dug deeper and could just feel the soft inner tissue beyond his tight portal.
I let his balls drop back and spill all over my forehead, nose, and cheeks. The feel of his soft scrotal sac was amazing on my face. His muscles continued to work as my stimulation of them continued.
His massive cock dropped onto my forehead with a slap and the weight of it brought my attention back to his veiny member.
I grabbed both of his legs, pushed myself up, and slammed his cock head back down my throat. My entire body instantly convulsed and triggered every muscle in my body to contract all at once. I held back the urge to .......
With tears stinging my eyes, I resumed my sloppy piston up and down his member. With my hands wrapped around his thick dick, I could feel his prostate letting down and the contractions in his penis begin. The tip of my tongue moved to the opening of his urethra to sample the steady flow of salty fluid emanating from his gland.
His taste told me we were only a few minutes away from our king's pleasure and proof that I had earned my place in his kingdom.
I can see his feet and toes begin to flex, grabbing the carpet under his feet.
He starts fucking my face and his breathing gets faster. "Keep going ...... fucka."
At that moment, I transformed into a pumping and cum eating machine. I move my head up and down as fast as he jerks himself.
I feel his man muscles start to quiver under my grip. His bulging taint began its contractions.
At first, just little ones, then the big, hard, and powerful ones began. "I’m gonna nut…God damn!" I go deep, put on the spit, and go faster.
"Aaaaah…yeah…fuck!" he announced to the world. His feet go to their toes and start shaking. The muscles of his entire body begin flexing and contracting in unison. His upper body starts to buck into the couch cushions. His tube was pulsing jet after jet of his watery and salty sperm, drilling a hole into the back of my throat with each stream of semen.
I always try to look up at him when this beautiful man is ejaculating inside my mouth to watch his chest and arms and abs flex, writhing in pleasure that his girlfriend's cuckold husband is giving him.
I attempt to time the jets of cum with each of my swallows and try not to ......, gag or let his semen out of my mouth. But the backflow pressure was immense and his cum blew through my nasal cavity and out my nose.
He held my head down to stay on his cock. Once again, I fought my gag reflex while still keeping his sperm inside my body. He kicked his head back onto the couch and with his eyes closed, continued to empty his prostate down my throat.
I stay like that for at least 10 mins and cherish every last throb of sperm that runs up his cock.
When he was finished with me, I let his member drop out of my mouth with an audible flop.
I get up and head to the kitchen for a warm towel and a glass of water.
Taking care not to touch the head of his cock, I clean him up his groin, ball sack and pull up his paints.
"You guys done?" my middle ...... yelled from the upstairs.
"Yes sweetie, you can come down." The two sets of familiar footsteps come bouncing down the stairs as Mellisa and her boy toy Tad enter the living room.
"Can we get something to eat?" Mel asked.
"Sure baby, what do you guys feel like?" Mel and Tad both look at me as smirks erupt on their faces. Michael is ...... on the couch, his head kicked back, hard-on still present, but fading fast.
"What?" I ask. She smiles and tugs the towel away from my hand and feels for the wet side of the cloth. She lovingly wipes her father’s face.
"You missed some." She says with an almost giggle as she looks back at Tad who already has a ......-eating grin.
"Your family, man, I don't know." Tad says as he turns back into the kitchen. Melissa turns back to me.
"Well, I love you Daddy and you're doing so good. Now, how bout that lunch?"
NOTE: All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 16.
"Hey, get in here!" he bellowed from the living room.
"Coming!" I yelled back from the laundry room on the other side of the house.
"Ah, man," I muttered to myself. I had been working all day, packing, doing laundry, and cleaning for this crazy trip, and now he needed something. With a hint of attitude, I gathered up the whites, threw them one by one into the basket, and made my way to the living room.
Michael was sitting in his chair with the remote in one hand while stroking his cock that had poked through the fly in the other. Ten minutes prior, I overheard a heated discussion with one of his exes about ...... support. I'm guessing it's because he was laid off a few weeks ago and the bills and baby mamas are due. Now, from the looks, he is still pretty heated.
One thing I have learned is, when Michael gets heated, Michael gets horny.
"So, what's up?" He says, noticing that I was in the room, but not looking at me.
"For what sir? I said exhausted.
"The burning thing."
"You mean Burning Man?" I said with an attitude.
"Yeah," Michael said still not taking his eyes off the tube.
"Sir, I'm not sure what you're asking, but if you're talking about the camping trip to Burning Man, it's all taken care of," I said.
"Okay, were you gonna let me know?" he asked. "And don't get sass with me either," Michael added.
"Sorry sir, I've packed up a good majority of the girls' clothes and I took some of your stuff to the camper but all we have left to do is just the food and I'll pack that tomorrow morning". I continued.
"I have meals laid out for the three days were gone and I think Rachel and her boyfriend might be bringing some friends. "They're gonna follow us."
"What kind of friends?" Michael shot back.
"I'm not sure, I think it's other girlfriends of hers, but they're not staying with us." Michael nodded at his head. "Are they hot?" he said.
"I don't know, I'm gonna assume that they are." I said, annoyed at the ridiculousness of the question.
I stood there for a minute in silence with nothing but the second half of the game to listen to.
"May I go, sir? I asked.
"No," he said as more of a second thought. "Get down here."
He pointed his 40 oz can down his crotch. I assume he wanted what he always wanted before lunch.
I put my basket to the side and pulled up each knee of my sweatpants. I grabbed a pillow from the couch and brought it over between his knees. I put the pillow down and set my knees on the pillow. Taking care to allow my caged genitals to hang freely between my legs.
With a little adjusting, I squatted and put each hand on top of his bare thighs.
"Look at me," he said. I looked up at him for a split second before hearing an audible CRACK!
My whole head swung to the right, but not before seeing stars. My wife's bull slapped me across the mouth and hard this time.
As my mind was re-focusing, Michael said, "Don't sass me bitch!"
I shook my head and attempted to gain my bearings. "I'm sorry, sir." I looked down at a rapidly filling penis and closed my eyes.
Michael reached over grabbed a lock of my hair and wrenched my head to the side, twisting my neck so I could look into his piercing dark eyes.
"Don't let me catch you talking to me like that again boy or I'll crack one off in front of the girls… you got me cuck fuck?"
I fought back the urge to cry but didn't. The side of my face was rapidly reddening and stinging was setting in fast.
"Yes sir… sorry sir," I said, with a little hiccup and the swelling of tears.
Normally, if we are home during the week, Michael will stop me from doing whatever I'm doing and have me blow him while he watches TV.
It takes him a while to cum so I have to take breaks taking his huge dick. I get little slaps here and there if he feels teeth, but this slap was a dozy!
I took the cap of his huge gland into my mouth, feeling his pulse on my tongue. The salty taste of his urine and the blood in my mouth from his blow was startling. The head of his pecker is a lighter color than the rest of his shaft. He is uncircumcised and his vascular foreskin runs smoothly up and down the full length of his penis.
I adjusted my knees again and shook off the last of the stars floating in my eyes. I could see my pain was getting him hard and he was feasting on my humiliation and inferiority as a white male. I accepted my task and resigned myself to giving our family bull the pleasure he deserved.
With tears now dried on my reddened and sore cheeks, I made sure to tuck my teeth away and started to work his filling shaft. I felt his thigh muscles flex suddenly as he slid his ass lower into the couch. Michael pulled off his shorts to expose his heavy grapefruit-sized scrotum as it settled, not only below his anus but now hung freely off the edge of the couch.
God has somehow blessed this black man with massive testicles. Each one of his nuts is the size of a golf ball, sitting in a vascular sack with one hanging below the other in a typical anatomic fashion.
I re-gained his cock and put it back into my mouth to start again. He unmuted the game as it resumed and the announcer got back to the action while I licked up and down the vein-covered shaft of his big black cock.
Michael's penis is so long now, that I wrapped both hands around it and stroked his foreskin into my deep-throated mouth. I continued for about 15 minutes when I heard the screen door slam.
I instinctively let off his cock. Slowly, Michaels's large hand wrapped the back of my skill and pushed my mouth back down his tool until his pecker plugged the back of my throat.
I gagged and a river of saliva flowed down my master's shaft and collected in a pool within the tight black curls of his pubic hair at the base of his cock.
"Oh, hey, I didn't know you were busy." I heard my middle ...... say to Michael who nodded to her.
I didn't look up to avoid the nature instinct of pure humiliation I felt as I continued to gag on this black man's horse cock. The same black man that was fucking my wife and controlling every aspect of my family and my life.
Melissa turned to her boyfriend, Tad who was following behind her, and said, "Let’s go to my room."
Then I heard both sets of footsteps bounce up the stairs followed by the slamming of a bedroom door.
Michael let go of his grip and I took a breath. "Who was with her?" I asked exasperated. The bull didn’t respond.
I continued up and down his baby maker adding more spit to my hands. I traced every vein that ran on either side of his bulging vas deference with my tongue, feeling the ridges and valleys pass my lips.
I felt his arteries pulsing in his penis with my lips, filling his cock with African blood. Michael shifted his pelvis again to open his buttocks to me. I knew what he was after.
He settled back and closed his eyes. I know this means he is ready to receive his pleasure and I followed suit.
Kiss after kiss, I worked my way to the base of his cock and felt the silky texture of his scrotum begin. I continued to work my way down, separating each testicle with my puckered lips.
With my other hand, I gently lifted his heavy scrotum to expose his rock-hard bulbous muscle, full, hard, and quivering as he worked to bring up his fluid for me to eat.
His taint naturally protrudes from his pelvis into a handsome mound under his cock. Like a thousand times, before, I witnessed this beautiful muscle flex and contract fulling my wife with his seed. This time, this muscle is for me.
I ran my tongue from under his balls, down the seam of his vibrating taint, ending at his anus. I always admired Michael's sphincter. It is perfectly round with puckered black skin around the rim with a pink center.
When I fellate our bull, I put my whole body into the oral sex and work my entire upper half like a piston up and down his shaft.
After a few minutes of this steady rhythm, I paused for a moment to feel where his body was. The head of his gland was very hard and pulsing with each beat of his heart. I could feel Michael's vas def contracting on the pad of my tongue as if he was working his pre-cum up his tube.
His testicles were firm now and unable to separate within his sac. At the moment I cupped his scrotum and felt the heavy weight of it, the salty sweet taste of his liquid filled the back of my mouth.
His Cowper's fluid washed over my taste buds and quickly overpowered them. My throat ...... swallowed the watery mixture. His reproductive organs were cleaning themselves and preparing for the beautiful ejection of his potent African sperm.
I resumed my rapid pace, but not before rubbing my finger up and down his perineum and feeling his rapidly growing bulbous muscle. He was getting close, maybe too close and I withdrew.
I took another breath and took both hands and spread his cheeks to fully expose his puckered anus. His exposed cock throbbed and his testicles drew up and down inside his scrotum.
His body was working up a huge load and I wanted it. I held his cock and pushed up his sack to watch our family alpha wink his asshole.
"Get in there man," he said. With that command, I pressed my lips to his anus, just as it puckered again almost sucking in my upper lip into his anal track.
The scent of his taint was strong of urine and stale sweat. I drilled my tongue into this man's sphincter savoring every ridge and fold of his outer anus. I dug deeper and could just feel the soft inner tissue beyond his tight portal.
I let his balls drop back and spill all over my forehead, nose, and cheeks. The feel of his soft scrotal sac was amazing on my face. His muscles continued to work as my stimulation of them continued.
His massive cock dropped onto my forehead with a slap and the weight of it brought my attention back to his veiny member.
I grabbed both of his legs, pushed myself up, and slammed his cock head back down my throat. My entire body instantly convulsed and triggered every muscle in my body to contract all at once. I held back the urge to .......
With tears stinging my eyes, I resumed my sloppy piston up and down his member. With my hands wrapped around his thick dick, I could feel his prostate letting down and the contractions in his penis begin. The tip of my tongue moved to the opening of his urethra to sample the steady flow of salty fluid emanating from his gland.
His taste told me we were only a few minutes away from our king's pleasure and proof that I had earned my place in his kingdom.
I can see his feet and toes begin to flex, grabbing the carpet under his feet.
He starts fucking my face and his breathing gets faster. "Keep going ...... fucka."
At that moment, I transformed into a pumping and cum eating machine. I move my head up and down as fast as he jerks himself.
I feel his man muscles start to quiver under my grip. His bulging taint began its contractions.
At first, just little ones, then the big, hard, and powerful ones began. "I’m gonna nut…God damn!" I go deep, put on the spit, and go faster.
"Aaaaah…yeah…fuck!" he announced to the world. His feet go to their toes and start shaking. The muscles of his entire body begin flexing and contracting in unison. His upper body starts to buck into the couch cushions. His tube was pulsing jet after jet of his watery and salty sperm, drilling a hole into the back of my throat with each stream of semen.
I always try to look up at him when this beautiful man is ejaculating inside my mouth to watch his chest and arms and abs flex, writhing in pleasure that his girlfriend's cuckold husband is giving him.
I attempt to time the jets of cum with each of my swallows and try not to ......, gag or let his semen out of my mouth. But the backflow pressure was immense and his cum blew through my nasal cavity and out my nose.
He held my head down to stay on his cock. Once again, I fought my gag reflex while still keeping his sperm inside my body. He kicked his head back onto the couch and with his eyes closed, continued to empty his prostate down my throat.
I stay like that for at least 10 mins and cherish every last throb of sperm that runs up his cock.
When he was finished with me, I let his member drop out of my mouth with an audible flop.
I get up and head to the kitchen for a warm towel and a glass of water.
Taking care not to touch the head of his cock, I clean him up his groin, ball sack and pull up his paints.
"You guys done?" my middle ...... yelled from the upstairs.
"Yes sweetie, you can come down." The two sets of familiar footsteps come bouncing down the stairs as Mellisa and her boy toy Tad enter the living room.
"Can we get something to eat?" Mel asked.
"Sure baby, what do you guys feel like?" Mel and Tad both look at me as smirks erupt on their faces. Michael is ...... on the couch, his head kicked back, hard-on still present, but fading fast.
"What?" I ask. She smiles and tugs the towel away from my hand and feels for the wet side of the cloth. She lovingly wipes her father’s face.
"You missed some." She says with an almost giggle as she looks back at Tad who already has a ......-eating grin.
"Your family, man, I don't know." Tad says as he turns back into the kitchen. Melissa turns back to me.
"Well, I love you Daddy and you're doing so good. Now, how bout that lunch?"
NOTE: All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 16.
