Kneeling Before a Black Master

I knelt on the bed in my lingerie and watched the black man strip off his clothes and then came and stood before me; his cock stood at half-staff, winking a few inches from my face. From where I knelt, I could smell him. He bore a familiar musky smell that was as arousing as it was slightly repulsive–the kind of smell you’d get from someone you’d only just met, but wish to adore. 

This was my bedroom that I shared with my husband. Gary stood beside the bed clad in his pajamas, holding out his cellphone that he was using to record this union that was about to enfold in the confines of our home. The time was a little past ten. Our kids were asleep and our neighbours were in their individual suburban homes, clueless of what we were about to partake in the same way we were of theirs. 

Raymond smiled at me, content by what he saw, then turned his focus to Gary.

“This is your last chance, white boy,” he said. “I’m giving you this last chance to talk your wife out of this. But know that once we begin, there won’t be any stopping until I’m done for the night.”

“Yes, sir,” Gary answered.

“And know also that after tonight is over, you and Anne will become Black-Owned under me. I will get to fuck her whenever, wherever, and however I want, regardless of whether you like it. And your task will be to clean her pussy anytime I get done with her. . .”

“Yes sir,” Gary and I replied in sharp unison.

“And if there’s any possibility of me breeding your wife, then that’s what I aim to accomplish. And never would you question me on anything regarding my time spent in your home. Are we clear so far?”

“Yes sir,” I replied.

“We’re clear,” Gary replied.

“I’m giving you an additional ten seconds to change your mind to call this off.” Ray looked at his watch and began counting down. “Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . . seven . . . six . . .”

My hands cradled his cock, stroking it–that was the perfect response to indicate that I wasn’t changing my mind, not unless Gary did, in which case, I would bust his head should he dare.

The instant Master Raymond said one, I drew closer and introduced his cock into my mouth.

He inserted his prick into my vagina in one fast swoop; the air gushed out of my mouth and my body tensed up before I could control myself.

I wasted no time sucking his organ earnestly. I spat on his prick and stroked his shaft while rolling my puckered lips around the bulbous tip. Raymond groaned approvingly. His hand grabbed my head and kept shoving me forward to take more of him. I went on drooling on his turgid meat while gobs of saliva rolled down my chin. Gary drew closer to capture my action with his phone. I caught the look of amazement on his face out of the corner of my eye, letting him know I was doing him proud. 

Raymond grabbed my arm, pulled me to my feet, then lifted me and turned me upside down with my face pressed against his pelvis. I resumed sucking his cock while he ate my pussy. It was hard to maintain my focus as his tongue was exciting me with speedy arousal while my hair kept getting in the way of what I was doing. 

I had never been fucked so badly before, and he kept pounding me without mercy even when I announced my climax.

Eventually, he lowered me onto the bed and gestured at me to spread my legs apart for him. He inserted his prick into my vagina in one fast swoop; the air gushed out of my mouth and my body tensed up before I could control myself. He stopped for a second and then rammed more inches inside me. My upper body jumped in response to my immediate scream, and I wanted to flee from the room, except Master Raymond pinned me down and kept up his thrusts. 

I begged him to stop, but Raymond didn’t heed my cries.

He grunted as he then started working his prick in and out.

Gary stood with his mouth agape at the sight of my pussy being stretched.

I whimpered and uttered foul words while still fighting Master Raymond to please stop. He rested his torso against me and grunted repeatedly while jamming my pussy forcefully with every ounce of power in his hips. My hands grasped, squeezed, and scratched his shoulders and backside to no avail. My feet kicked the air desperately while my body squirmed under him. Gary even helped him by holding up my legs so he could get better available room to fuck me. 

It hurt so bad as I lay there taking each stabbing from his prick. I had never been fucked so badly before, and he kept pounding me without mercy even when I announced my climax. Raymond’s moment of climax eventually arrived. He pulled out of me and ejaculated thick semen over my abdomen. He then gestured at Gary who then came forward and licked up every droplet of cum from my body. 

I could barely get off the bed. Gary helped me up and assisted me to the bathroom to clean myself. Inside, I took appropriate stock of myself. I was still gasping heavily as if I’d run an unbelievable marathon. There was a hurting feeling in my crotch and when I peed, it felt like I was pissing a waterfall. A cold shiver ran down my body that raised goosebumps on my flesh. I couldn’t believe the amazing sex I’d just had. It was by far greater than any I’d enjoyed before.

Master Raymond sat on the bed stroking his meat when I returned. 

“That was just the first round to get you warmed up,” he said. “We’ve got three hours left. I won’t be done with you until you become thoroughly addicted to me. Same goes with your husband.”

He rose to his feet and instructed us to come and worship his cock. Gary and I knelt before Raymond and took turns sucking his cock. This was a first for both of us, and it was amazing that we harboured no shame about what we were doing; there was no sense of shame but love. 

When he’d had enough, Raymond propped me back onto the bed and entered me from behind. I screamed and whimpered once more, but unlike last time, I made no attempt to fight him off. My body broke into a tremor as he fucked me aggressively. Gary grabbed hold of my hand and sweet-talked me while I underwent my training under our Black Master.

There was no turning back after that night, and I’m forever grateful for being a Black-Owned wife.

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