Hail to Our King!

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“Is this it?” Joe asked me, indicating the apartment door in front of us.

“Yeah, it’s the one,” I nodded.

Joe knocked and I held his hand while we waited. We heard a lock turn, then the door inched open, and our Black Dom stared at us suspiciously. I felt nervous from his stare and managed to work up a smile and waved at him.

“Hi,” I said.

He continued to stare at us. Joe then did the introduction.

“My name’s Joe, and this here is my wife, Trisha,” he said. “Uh, we spoke on the home, you know, about the training lessons you were giving.”

The man said nothing. Instead, he stepped back and opened the door for us to enter. Joe and I glanced at each other, then he gave a perceptive shrug and gestured at me to go in first while he followed behind. The man wore an open kimono robe; I saw he was naked underneath. He shut the door and led us into the living room. The curtain blinds were shut. The TV was on; the man picked up the remote and muted the volume, then he turned to look at us.

We stood there fidgeting under his gaze, wondering what we were in for. I had no information regarding the man’s speciality — Joe had connected with him weeks ago through an online fetish forum. Joe showed me the man’s resume and declared that he was perfect for making my life special. My instincts were wary, but I opted to trust Joe and see what outcome comes out of our visit.

“Get down on your knees,” he demanded.

My husband and I exchanged a look that ambiguously asked: ‘whom is he addressing?’

We made tentative gestures but nothing outright. Then our Black Dom turned towards us away from the window and glared at us, then barked: “Both of you get down on your knees, NOW!”

His last word sounded like the crack of a rifle — it was loud enough to make me jump. His words are plain for us to know he meant business, and Joe and I immediately began getting out of our clothes. We left them in a pile beside our feet and got out of our shoes too. We stood before our Dom in our undies. He gestured at us to take them off as well, and so we did. He then motioned us to get down on our knees. Again, we obeyed our Dom’s words in silence.

The man edged closer to us, and I caught sight of the rising tent appearing behind his kimono. He opened his robe to reveal what I figured was lurking behind it. His cock stood at full mast like a cannon, and it was aimed at our faces. Our Dom stood in an akimbo stance while he glared at us.

“Which one of you slaves wants to be the first to give my dick a kiss?” He aimmed his cock first at Joe, then at me. “Come on, I ain’t got all fucking day!”

Joe looked at me and nodded his head, indicating that I should go first. I puckered my lips and kissed the bulbous tip of his prick. My eyes were shut as though I assumed something dramatic might occur when I did that. When nothing happened, I decided to encourage myself, opened my lips and took in more of his cock. His foreskin felt cold to my lips. I reckoned that was maybe because he had taken a shower before we arrived. His girth did stretch my mouth — it was way thicker than my husband’s.

“Keep sucking that dick, bitch!” he growled. “Don’t you dare fucking stop. Keep taking more . . . yeah, that’s right, more.”

That was what I went on doing. By this time, I was gurgling from the pulse of his hard-on hitting the back of my throat. It made me want to choke on my spit. At one point, he indicated at my husband to join in. I pulled away and watched Joe suck his cock. Joe had long been a cock-sucker way before we got married. I knew of his bisexual past as he, likewise, knew how much I once enjoyed whoring myself around. We made a perfect fit, so it was only natural that we would end up getting married. We became swingers until we inevitably grew tired of that lifestyle, and now here we are. Sharing our submissive selves to someone who appeared greater than us.

Someone keen and savvy to take us to the next sexual level.

Joe and I joined forces in sucking his cock; our Dom seemed to enjoy it. We alternated between Joe allowing me to suck his cock while he played with our Dom’s balls, then later I did the same. Our Dom spread his legs to enable us dig into our work. Joe and I took turns rimming his arsehole while attending to his balls-sac. We got so lost in our action that it was almost a displeasure when he told us it was enough.

He told me to get my butt onto the bed and ordered Joe to remain on his knees and watch. I positioned myself on all fours and looked over my shoulder to see whatever he was about to do. I beat his cock on my butt, rubbed some pre-cum over my flesh, then slid it down my arse-crack till he got to my vulva.

I tensed in readiness of him. In my head, I was calculating how much pain he was going to give me.

My calculation was wrong — the pain was immense. I squeezed my eyes shut and could barely contain myself as he worked his girth into my vagina. My head fell between my arms, and I heard myself cry out from his thrust. My body broke into a shiver. I beat my feet on the bed like that was going to help.

It didn’t.

The pain was incredible. However, by the time he got to sliding inside me steady, the pain went away, and his cock became the most enjoyable penis I’ve had in a long time. I could feel my pussy creaming all over his dick; my pussy demanded more of his shaft as I did, too. Joe bore witness to my transformation. I know he would have loved to come closer and soothe me if only our Dom allowed.

“You see what I’m doing to your bitch, white boy?” our Dom addressed Joe. “You like how she’s loving my dick?”
“Yes sir,” Joe replied.

“This is what black dick does to white pussy,” he continued while still thrusting in and out of me. “By the time I get done pounding this pussy, your bitch is gonna want nothing besides black dick.”

“Yes sir.”

“I bet you want me fucking your bitch every day, don’t you, sissy-boy?”

“Yes . . . yes sir. I do.”

“You want me to breed her, too. Don’t you?”

“Yes sir,” Joe answered more fervent this time.

“Good. Why don’t you bring your ass over here.” He pulled out of me and directed my husband to get on the bed. “Lie on your back and let your bitch get on top of you. I want you to drink everything to cums out of her pussy.”

Our Dom grabbed my hips and pounded me faster. I could feel his girth expanding in my pussy seconds before he filled me with his river of cum.

Joe knew the position our Dom wanted, as well as I did too. I waited for him to lie down, then came back on my elbows and knees on top of him. Our Dom resumed fucking me, and this time he spared no expense. I must have climaxed multiples times already. I could feel Joe’s tongue on my pussy, but it was hard to concentrate when I had a mighty black cock stretching me hard and fucking me deep.

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