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Caught on Camera
My neighborhood is quite integrated for a Suburban community. Before
Shirley and Donovan moved in, a very nice Indian couple had owned
their house. I don't have a prejudiced bone in my body, and it was
only my frenetic work schedule that had kept me from introducing
myself to them. I took it as a kindly thing that Donovan caught me
when I was coming home from my morning run to introduce himself and
ask my wife Jane and I to a dinner party that weekend. I had seen
Donovan, and so I wasn't frightened when the very large black man
stopped me in the pre-dawn darkness.
Jane had worked the neighborhood gossip mill, and coached me before
the party. "Donovan is a security expert," she told me, "and he has
been working as many hours as you have since September 11. You should
a lot to talk about."
I worked in the airport design business, and security was a hot topic
these days. "Gotcha," I agreed.
"Shirley is very nice," Jane continued, brushing on some makeup or
something womanly. "She was president of a club of some kind in her
old neighborhood."
"OK," I said. My interest in Shirley was limited, having seen her a
few times. She was a very large woman around the middle, not at all
pretty, and probably in her 40s. Her bulbous butt would have
attracted some men, but not me. Her saggy breasts weren't appealing
either. She was a caricature of a black woman from a 70s sitcom. I
wondered if she had worked in airport security, because she was shaped
like every one of those I had seen too.
I know Jane went on to describe their children, but I wasn't really
listening despite the occasional noises I made. The week had wiped me
out and a dinner party didn't sound half as good as vegging out and
watching TV. I hoped it would be an early evening.
Jane finally finished getting ready and we went next door. Donovan
answered the door, and we exchanged civil words as we wandered deeper
into his house to meet Shirley. She was kind and gracious, as Jane
had led me to expect.
We were apparently the first guests, and Donovan gave me a brief tour
of the house. They had done a lot of work, upgrading the normal
crappy contractor-grade stuff for more luxurious appointments.
Donovan's media room was very nice, and he showed me his custom
security system, with CCTV cameras panning around the perimeter of his
house. I made a mental note to stop letting the dog out in my
underwear while he explained that security experts were now particular
targets for domestic terrorism.
The other guests arrived, mostly other neighbors, and eventually my
bladder filled up on beer. When I found the downstairs bathroom
occupied, Shirley suggested I try the upstairs one. It was occupied
too, and Donovan directed me to their master bathroom.
I peed like a racehorse, even enjoying the shiver that accompanied the
last few drops. I had plenty of time to look about. The bathroom was
very nice (I would steal some decorating ideas, especially the low
voltage halogen lights). Oddly, there was a wadded up ball of cloth
next to the hamper. Finally flushing the commode, I went to pick it
up and throw it in, seeing they were Shirley's panties. Undoubtedly,
she had missed when she went to toss them in, and had overlooked them
on the final check of tidiness. She'd be mortified if she knew I'd
seen her panties on the prowl and I would be doing her a favor to
deposit her panties them in the hamper.
My act of good will took an unexpected pause when I noticed they were
clammy to the touch. Curious, I opened them to see what was up. In
the crotch were a tremendous amount of cum ("Attaboy Donovan!") and a
thin yellow strip of yeast/urine/secretion. It was both gross and
captivating.
Without really thinking, I took a deep sniff of the crotch, thinking
back to college days when I would find panties from my roomy's lovers.
Shirley's crotch had the same sweet overtones, but were certainly more
pungent. I wondered what she ate, and then I wondered what the crotch
tasted like. Knowing I was being a sick fuck, I took a long lick of
her crotch. I smiled, thinking of how outrageous it was to lick my
neighbor's cum-filled panties.
Feeding now on my self-image of sexual depravity, I quickly dropped my
pants and masturbated as I sucked at the crotch of Shirley's panties.
I quickly rose to orgasm, dropping her panties to my dick just in time
to catch my cum in them. My final act of lust was to suck my cum out
as well, then I wadded them up and tossed them into the hamper.
I rejoined the party, feeling a little titillation for the rest of the
evening. Thankfully, my wife felt loose at bedtime too, and responded
to my overtures by letting me fill her with cum. She even urged me to
clean her pussy afterwards, a rare treat.
Monday morning, I got a later start than normal. Donovan had left
before I got back, and I cooled down like normal by walking briskly a
few times around the southern pine in my front yard. I heard the
neighbor's door open, and Shirley called to me. I walked over, waving
my arms and wishing her a good morning.
"Could you come up to the den and look at something on the screen?"
she asked.
"Sure," I smiled, feeling neighborly. Shirley led me upstairs and to
the den. She typed some commands on the computer, and one of the
monitors began a playback of a recorded image. It was, I saw, their
master bath that was being recorded. In the lower right corner was
the date and time, and I saw it was Friday night she was playing. I
didn't like how this was going.
I got nauseous watching my actions that night, and light headed when
Shirley asked if I was as excited now.
"I am awfully sorry," I apologized.
"What did you think you were doing?" she asked, her formerly kind eyes
piercing me.
"I don't know," I said lamely. "I feel terrible," I added.
"You feel terrible, ummm?" she said disapprovingly. "Well, I feel
downright violated." I blanched, not really even able to think. She
berated me for a full ten minutes about how I had practically raped
her, and how I was going to hell. She concluded with "I ought to call
the police. No, I ought to show this to Donovan."
"No!" I panicked, imagining how much a beating from him would hurt.
He was a very large man. "Please don't!" I begged.
"You skinny white cracker," she derided me. "You are a real wimp, you
know?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, feeling terribly low.
She regarded me for a what felt like an hour, then said, "Well, I
won't tell Donovan, but I need some assurance that you won't degrade
other women."
"I promise," I said.
"Naw, that's not good enough. I need something I could give to the
police if I find out you raped another woman like you raped me."
"Oh God!" I moaned. I didn't feel like I had raped her, but I wasn't
sure if I was thinking right. She had me scared.
Without warning, she slapped me, hard. "Don't you ever, EVER, use the
Lord's name in vain!" she thundered. "What sort of sinning bag of
shit are you?" she asked.
"I am soooo sorry," I groaned, wondering if her hand print would be
visible on my face and if Jane would see it.
"I was thinking you need to confess in case you try to weasel out of
this tape and I need to help another woman."
"Anything," I pleaded. And so I recounted the sordid affair as she
filmed, standing next to the video screen and pointing out what I was
doing as it played. At the end, I apologized, giving Shirley the
right to use this video if I was ever caught raping a woman. Then,
she pulled out the tape and put it in a floor safe.
"Now," she said, turning to me, "you gotta make restitution."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean, you took my privacy, and now you got to pay."
This whole conversation made my head ache. I was no longer quite sure
what the infraction was that I had committed. I had licked her
panties and blew my wad into them. Now, she was making it into a big
mishmash. I had been bullied into confessing to something that was
more than just a lapse in judgement. Frankly, I was sick of it.
"Sorry, I've done what you wanted," I said firmly. "Now, I need to go
to work." I turned to head down the stairs.
"Alright," she said, "play it that way." She waited until I left the
den. "I can't wait until Jane watches this nice video of you," she
said. I could almost hear her laughing even while my stomach
threatened to expel everything in it.
"Now hold on," I protested, returning to the den. I could see she
wasn't playing. "What more do you want?" I asked.
"Funny you should ask," she said. "You got me all riled up, and now
you gotta pay for that too." I just stared, wondering where she was
going with this. She clicked a few buttons, and the image of me
licking my cum from her crusty panties was displayed. "Now, what we
have here is a man who likes to lick things. Is that what you are? A
man who likes to lick things?"
I shrugged, unable to answer.
"See, Donovan is a fine man. A powerful man." She smiled at me, and
I noticed for the first time the gap between her front teeth. "But he
isn't the kind of man who likes to lick things. He'd much prefer to
put that big dick in a woman." Again, she smiled. "But now, a woman
likes a little tenderness now and then. Sometimes, a woman would like
to know a man who likes to lick things." Shirley stood and pulled
down the shorts she was wearing.
"Oh god," I said, feeling woozy. I could see a very wet spot in her
gray panties.
"Oh yeah, baby," she cooed. "Sometimes a woman would like a man who
isn't afraid to lick some cum. Especially after a powerful black man
has spent an hour making her all raw and shit." She sat down on the
den chair, and spread her knees. "Come here and make me feel better."
Let me frame the image for you. Shirley was not attractive to me.
She was five feet tall and heavy, with a bulbous caboose and saggy
teets beneath her T-shirt. Her face was flushed with excitement,
which did nothing to increase her attractiveness. I could see curly
hairs brimming around the crotch of the soaked panties, which almost
made me gag seeing them. This woman wanted me to pay homage to her
gooey crotch.
I hesitated, and she offered again to give my wife a present. Feeling
filled with self-loathing, I dropped to my knees and confronted her
pussy. She spread her legs wider, letting me see ripples of
cellulite, and grunted "go to it boy". With a conscious effort, I
leaned in and began to suck at her cotton-covered crotch.
Her flavor was intensely bitter. I had thought the bitter flavor in
her discarded panties were due to fermentation or something, but now I
realized it was her normal taste. The crotch was spongy with her
husband's pudding, which excited me more than I wished her to realize.
But maybe my eagerness betrayed me, because she started to ask me
insistently if I liked it. I answered her 'no' over and over, until I
finally conceded that I did like it.
"That's a good boy," Shirley praised me. I looked up at her, from
where I was licking and sucking her panties avidly. As I tried to
suck the cum through the fabric, she pulled her shirt over her head,
showing me her hairy armpits as she did. Her pendulous breasts were
heavy, with very large nipples and areolas. She gripped them in her
hands and offered them to me. "Come here and suckle my breasts," she
said.
I practically lunged up, smacking my lips on her rubbery titflesh and
nipples. I bounced from one to the other, intent on pleasing this
woman who was blackmailing me. "Damn boy," she exclaimed, "you sure
know how to use that mouth of yours!" That was music to my ears.
Somehow, Shirley managed to remove her panties without me knowing it.
She suddenly pushed my head down and I was face to face with a very
well fucked pussy, steaming hot, and oozing Donovan's cum. Her
tangled and matted bush was sticky with cum, which disgusted and
excited me. "Do it," she ordered, "clean my pussy. Or do you just
suck panties?"
She was mocking and humiliating me, but I didn't care. Maybe that
even excited me. Regardless, I moved in and buried my face into her
gooey crotch. My tongue was bathed in Shirley's and Donovan's juices,
which were tangy and creamy. I licked and sucked and smacked at her
like she was my lover, determined to make her cum. Finally, she
gripped my hair and fucked my mouth, directing my tongue where she
wanted it. She orgasmed soon after, burping more sperm and juices
from her hole.
It was heaven!
"God," I panted, "I gotta cum." I licked slowly as she spasmed. "I
gotta cum. Let me fuck you," I whined.
"Naw," she replied, smiling. "You don't get to fuck a black woman."
She looked at me. "Stand up, let me see your pecker." I did as she
told, pulling down my shorts to reveal my raging hard-on. "It sure is
small," she laughed, which made me all the harder. "Tell you what,
though, you can cum on my pussy and then eat it off."
I spurted moments after that, sprayed her pubes with my semen. I was
immediately worn out, but she berated me until I caved, dropping to my
knees and cleaning her pussy of my own cum. In the process, she came
again.
As she got dressed, I asked for the video tape. "You gotta be
kidding," she laughed. "Why would I give it back?"
"Because you promised," I replied, feeling like a swindled fool.
She laughed again. "I did no such thing. Why would I, when having
the tape means I got me a pussy cleaner whenever I want it?"
I felt utterly defeated, and she sent me home. The whole event left
me anxious and confused. Over the next few days, I managed to kid
myself into believing it had been a bad dream. Then, she caught me
going into the house at the end of the day.
"Donovan is leaving early tomorrow for a trip," she told me. "Wait
for him to leave then go for your run. But come in here instead of
running."
Despite my misgivings, I did as she said. I knocked at her door, then
tried it when she didn't answer, and entered. "I'm in the bedroom
upstairs," I heard her call.
I went upstairs and found her walking around in panties but nothing
else. She was setting up a video camera. "I've been wanting to try
some things, and I want to get them on film," she told me.
"What kind of things?" I asked, afraid to ask.
"You don't need to know until I tell you," she told me harshly. "Now,
I'm getting on the bed, and you focus the camera on my pussy. Then,
you just follow directions."
"I don't know." I temporized.
"You enjoyed it last time," she pointed out, "and I still have a
little thing that I doubt you want Jane to see."
"OK," I croaked, fearing I'd never live it down.
Shirley got on her hands and knees on the bed, facing away so that I
could see her wet spot on the camera. I started the film, and she
told me to get on the bed, like in a 69. "Now, suck it," she told me.
I had to lift my head up to get at the wet spot. Her taste was still
bitter, but now I wanted to suck at it. I sucked hard enough to
gather flavor and to feel her fat labia. I did it until I lost
strength and fell back. I watched her pressing her panty crotch into
her chubby, gooey pussy, and flung myself back up for more. For a
while, she praised me for being a good boy, then fell silent. Out of
nowhere, she came, squeezing out more cream for me to eat. It flowed
around the crotch of her sticky panties.
She caught her breath, then told me to take off my clothes and get
into the position she had just been in. Although I was apprehensive,
I felt like I had to do it, or else. Besides, after eating a woman,
my blood gets boiling despite what my brain says. Thus I crawled onto
the bed, getting on my hands and knees facing away from the camera.
I heard a sharp snap, like recoiling rubber. I turned to identify the
sound, and saw that Shirley was putting on medical gloves. This was a
bad sign indeed, and I began to shiver. My fears grew as I saw her
grinning maliciously, and I about crapped when I saw her take a tube
of lube into her gloved hands.
"It's probably better if you don't look," she told me. I faced away,
pressing my eyes shut and hoping I was wrong in my fears. When I felt
her touch her dry finger to my rosebud, I knew my fears were correct.
The next minutes were awful, as Shirley opened my virginal asshole
with her fingers, squirting lubricant on and in me until her index
finger was sliding in and out. I was humiliated, being prodded by my
neighbor as much as she wanted. When I begged her to stop, she
guffawed and added a second finger. I could only imagine how it
appeared as she corkscrewed two fingers in and out.
I only thought the worst was over when she showed me the bullet
vibrator, then worked into me. I grimaced at the pain, and then she
pressed the throbbing toy into me. She was fucking me like a girl!
The actual worse moment was when she announced it was time for me to
"get milked." Her lubed hands began to jack at me as she fucked my
butt. Literally, I envisioned my cock looking like a cow's udder.
And yes, I did spray out a tremendous load of cum, which I saw later
on video. It looked like a milk parlor film, as a stream of white
squirted out of me. It was disheartening, especially when I realized
how good the entire thing felt. My orgasm was quite literally the
strongest one in my life. I felt like my entire butt area was
clenching, and I felt like my balls turned inside out.
The pleasure was momentary, of course. Because I had cum on her bed
linens, she had me lick it off. As I did, she gleefully pressed my
face into it. My cheeks burned with humiliation.
Before I left, she had a few words for me. "Did you like it?" she
asked. I didn't answer, so she kept at me until I admitted aloud that
the orgasm was hard and satisfying. That won me praise, which oddly
made me feel good. "Good, so next time you might want to be sure to
bring a condom when you run, so that you don't have to clean it up."
"Next time?" I asked, knowing this time wasn't the last.
"Yeah, tomorrow might be good," she grinned, gap-toothed. "Donovan
will still be away and I could use a boy who is good with his tongue."
Wordless and feeling defeated, I turned and left. Her laughter
followed me.
The next morning was more of the same, except she put the condom to
good use. After milking me into it, she got into the hands and knees
position, then poured my cum over her furry asshole. The acrid taste
was far worse than her pussy. Then I used the vibrator in pussy and
clit until she came. Her jiggly buttocks clenching about my face was
vile and humiliating.
Thus began a new pattern in my life. When Donovan was in town, I
could live a life that approached normalcy. When he was gone, Shirley
would force herself on me, making me suck her pussy either bare or
through her panties. The morning Donovan left, there would be a slimy
wet spot to suck off. Then she would violate me with the vibrator,
and later, a bigger dildo. Each time I would go away feeling
disgusted at how much I had orgasmed. Shirley took to pointing out
how much I enjoyed it, making me feel even more degraded.
Finally, I had to make it stop. "I can't do this anymore, Shirley," I
said after steeling my nerves.
"Sure you can, sissy," she smiled. Sissy? My cheeks burned red,
which she noticed. "What are you getting' all red-faced about?" she
snickered.
"I'm not a sissy," I hissed.
"Sure you are!" she laughed. "Would a strong black man get forced to
come here and let me fuck his fine black ass? No! But a white sissy
like you, well, I figure you must enjoy it 'cause you come back her
time and again."
I couldn't imagine any black man I knew doing what I was doing. But
still, it had to stop, and now she gave me cause to think that my
servitude had been optional all along. "I'm not a sissy," I insisted,
"and this is the last time I'm doing this."
Surprisingly, she agreed. "All right," she said, holding up her hands
as if to fend me off. I let out the breath I didn't know I was
holding. "But."
"But, what?" I asked forcefully, feeling back in control of my life
for the first time in quite a while.
"But," she said, her face a mask, "there's one last thing I need you
for. You see, I've been bragging to my garden club, how I have this
sexy man who comes over to help me when Donovan isn't enough."
I was not surprised one bit. "So?"
"So, I need you to come to the next meeting, and do me one last time
so that the ladies don't get to thinking I'm a liar."
Oh, was that all?! "Forget it!" I said, angry.
"Forget it?" she asked complacently. "How could I forget it when I
have thirty or so hours of movies? How could I forget it when I could
just sell copies? I mean, the stuff is good! You're there, begging
me to put my dirty panties in your mouth. You're bent over, moaning
as I fuck you with a dildo. You're squirting gallons at a time, and I
got lots of film of that. I bet I couldn't ever forget something like
that, and I wonder if Jane could either? I mean, with decent editing
I could probably get me a Lexus, and I could probably even sleep at
night knowing how I wrecked your fucking marriage to a woman you don't
deserve."
I could only stare at her as she unveiled her plan. My mind had been
trained now to imagine the worst, and having a video sold of me
looking like I loved the treatment. well, I could imagine how I would
feel. I knew my feeling of well-being had been an illusion, and the
familiar feeling of being trapped consumed me again.
"When is the meeting?" I asked.
Two weeks later, I faked a daytrip to Dallas. Instead, Shirley picked
me up mid-morning at a shopping center near my office and drove me to
the garden club meeting. It was in her old neighborhood, which was
comprised of older houses struggling to regain their former charm.
They were neatly kept up even in the midst of urban decay and
subsequent renewal attempts.
Shirley stopped in front of a Georgian-looking house, and turned to
me. "There's something I forgot to mention," she said.
"What?" I asked.
"I forgot to tell you that the girls are expecting you to dress up
like a French maid," she said. Noticing my reaction, she quickly told
me, "but listen, this is the last time I'll make demands on you. If
you fuck it up, though, I'll go to Costco and buy me a boatload of
blank video tapes."
Anxious to win my freedom, I grudgingly agreed. Shirley led me into
the house via the back door, and to the half bath. She handed me the
maid's outfit, sternly telling me (again) that her pride was on the
line and that I'd better not screw it up.
I went onto autopilot, and emerged from the bath five minutes later,
dressed in the outfit. I pirouetted clumsily for Shirley on the heels
I wore. She approved of my mesh stockings and garterbelt, silk
panties, short black bib dress, white puffy-shouldered blouse, black
choker, a blonde bobbed wig, and the freakin' maid's hat. She handed
me the du rigor black apron and tied it with a large bow in back.
"You make a good-lookin' maid, sissy," she smiled.
"Thanks," I said gruffly. Then, I was introduced to the ladies of the
garden club. All were larger middle-aged black ladies who appeared
affluent. They had good manners, except when addressing me. They
reserved potty language for me. I began to serve them while trying to
ignore their comments.
"Jeez Shirley, you sure lucked out."
"Damn, but I wish I had me a white boy."
"I hope he don't drop none of my glasses."
"He better have a better tongue than his dick; that dick of his must
be pretty scrawny to fit in those panties."
I served them cocktails, then a second round before the appetizers.
The main course was not much beyond appetizers, and the ladies seemed
increasingly liquored up. It was odd to listen to their talk of
flowers and shrubs while they felt me up. Midway through the garden
club business, Shirley made a motion for me to remove my panties,
which was quickly seconded. I mentally pretended they disappeared
while I slid my panties off.
Of course, I was derided heartily for my "little white dick". I knew
my cock was statistically average-sized, but it was humiliating to
hear their comments. Shirley sent me for another round of drinks, and
when my tray was loaded down with breakables, many of the women took
advantage of my vulnerability to squeeze my bare ass, yank my balls,
and fondle my pecker.
"Shirley, I need to go to the potty," one of them finally said.
"Would it be OK if your sissy helped me for a bit?"
"Sure," Shirley smiled, her eyes letting me know that something bad
was about to happen to me. "Sissy, help out Monica, would you?"
"Yes ma'am," I agreed, curtsying awkwardly.
Instead of going into the half bath downstairs, Monica took the
liberty of leading me to the full bath upstairs. I watched as the
semi-intoxicated black woman pulled up her skirt and pulled down her
panties. She sat on the pot, and I heard the splash as she urinated
while totally ignoring me. The stream slowed to a trickle, and only
then did she look up at me.
"Clean me up," she smiled, showing widely gapped teeth. Turning red,
I pulled out a length of toilet paper, intending to wipe her off.
"Not with that, you presumptuous sissy, with your mouth!"
"No way!" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
"Oh, now what would Shirley have to say about your back-talkin'?" she
asked.
"Oh, please," I said, feeling my stomach flop. Shirley had warned me
to not embarrass her. "Please?"
"Now, I'll be forgivin' this time," she said haughtily. "Come here
and lay over my knee. You need to learn a lesson about bein' uppity!"
Shame filled me as I laid across her lap like a big sissy baby. She
adjusted me so that my semi-rigid pecker was between her legs, then
she pulled up my skirt. After a few hard swats, my shame turned to
pain! Tears came to my eyes as my buttocks began to glow.
"Get that moisturizing cream," I heard her say. I looked up through
bleary eyes to see after-shaving moisturizer sitting on the edge of
the bathtub where I could reach it. After I handed it to her, Monica
gave me a couple more swats. "Now, hold your cheeks apart," I heard
her say, her voice husky. I knew what to expect, and sure enough she
lubed up my asshole then inserted a finger into me. "Boy, you are one
easy asshole," she chuckled. I squirmed as she pumped her finger in
and wriggled inside me, but that shifted my pecker between her legs
and caused me to surge. "You like it, eh?" Monica commented. "Well,
Shirley said you did and I can't wait for you to see your surprise."
Surprise? What surprise?
Monica grew tired of fingering me, and urged me off her lap. This
time, when she spread her knees, I knelt on the cold tile and put my
tongue between her salty folds. Besides the taste of urine, there was
the musky flavor I recognized as aging semen. Monica moaned
repeatedly for me to suck out Jamal's cum. I understood Jamal to be
her husband or lover, but it didn't really matter. I closed my mind
to the distasteful fact that I was cleaning a soiled pussy; a very
black, hairy, sweaty, nasty, soiled pussy. I just did it until she
orgasmed. It didn't take that long, thank God.
"Boy, now Jamal would never do something like that!" she smiled,
pulling her panties back on. "Shirley was right. You are one nasty
fucker."
"Thanks ma'am," I mumbled, curtsying.
Monica laughed and led the way back down. She didn't point out my red
behind, but Shirley noticed straight off. "Did my sissy misbehave?"
she accused.
"No, but he did get a few good licks. Not as many as he gave, mind
you." she laughed.
"Damn, Monica!" one of the other ladies said, frankly envious. "Now,
Shirley, I need to go to the potty. Can I take the maid?"
"I don't think that'd be a good idea," Shirley said. "We'd never get
our business done if you all kept running to the potty with the
maid." Everyone grudgingly nodded their agreement. "But I have
another idea. Why don't we take turns letting the maid in under our
skirt, and we can sit back and talk while he does his business?" I
saw heads bobbing everywhere. "And you can go first, Evangeline," she
concluded.
"Oh good!" said the woman who was moments ago headed for the loo.
Without any embarrassment, she lifted up her skirt and gripped her
panties by the waistband. She pulled them down, letting the skirt
fall to cover her nakedness. "Come here, boy," she laughed.
The woman approximated my mother in attractiveness. I found the
thought of sex with her unappealing, but I crawled under her skirt
when she sat on a folding chair. In the murky darkness of her tented
dress, I found her sweaty pussy and went to work. She too seemed to
have male sex residue crusted on her pussy, but by now I was no longer
afraid of gagging on it. Instead, I tongued her, concentrating on the
freedom I would enjoy when the afternoon completed.
Monica got very wet, and I imagined her disrupting the meeting with
her moans and grunts. She came quickly, and I was only required to
lick her for a few moments before being directed to go under a new
skirt. So it went, crawling under skirts to tongue stinky pussies. I
guessed that Shirley had suggested they all get fucked in the morning
before the meeting, because all had the sticky sweet taste of cum in
their pussies.
I was buried between the legs of a particularly fat woman when I felt
my skirt flipped back and a pair of hands pry my butt cheeks apart. I
tried to pull back, but the gelatinous thighs trapped me. Quivering,
I felt fingers opening my backdoor, lubing me. Soon, a hand whapped
me hard, stinging my butt. The woman I was eating jiggled, and I
understood that I was to go back to tonguing her enormously wet cunt.
Her legs released their smothering grip as I resigned myself to anal
intrusion. I tried to ignore it as fingers loosened me up.
When the fat lady "sang" things took a dramatic turn for the worse. I
was pulled from under her skirt and feeling a bit dazed, I looked
around. Immediately, I saw Shirley, her hands on her hips and a lewd
smile on her face. Her skirt was removed, and sticking out from her
loins was a dildo affixed to a strap-on harness. I knew this was her
surprise: she was going to fuck me in front of her friends.
Not even bothering to protest, I followed her instructions to lean
over the arm of the couch. It took her a moment to find the angle,
then she slid the tool up my backsides. The ladies hooted and
hollered as she took me.
"Look, the sissy is getting fucked like the sissy he is!"
"Damn, I can't wait for my turn!" (I blanched at that thought!)
"Fuck 'em Shirley, like the slut he is!"
Shirley humped me for a while, and I found myself getting hard despite
myself. Of course, that was noticed. The horniest woman asked
Shirley if I could eat her while Shirley had her fun, and so I found
myself tonguing another matted black furball. My face was mashed into
her over and over as Shirley pressed her thighs against my cheeks,
shoving the dildo deep into me.
Eventually, I switched to another cunt, and another woman got a shot
at manfucking. I was providing both oral pleasure and the pleasure of
letting them take their aggressions out on a unprotesting man's
asshole. Each of the women learned the best angle to use when driving
a cock home, and I was the dummy who let them.
Despite the shame I felt, I was horribly turned on. That led to even
more shame. I finally gave up all pretenses, and moaned openly as
these middle-aged black women screwed me. The fattest woman wasn't
athletic enough to ride me, so I obliged her by letting her lay on her
back while I rode her. That led to more calls of derision, but
frankly I didn't care.
Finally, Shirley pulled off her panties and laid on the coffee table.
She told me to enter her and lay still while Monica put on the dildo.
I trembled, holding back my orgasm while I waited. Then, Monica slid
in and Shirley ordered me to fuck her and myself until I came. As I
pulled out of Shirley, I pressed onto the dildo. It was unbelievable!
I didn't last more than a minute before I grunted and came hard. I
buried myself deep inside Shirley, pouring my seed into her as Monica
fucked me hard. It was the most satisfying orgasm I had ever felt,
and seemed to begin in my ass and spread to the rest of my body. My
entire body spasmed for what seemed like five minutes.
Finally, I was done, spent. Shirley let me fall to the floor, and as
I lay gasping she lowered her dripping snatch onto my face. It was
gooey and sweaty and pussy-cum flavored. Honestly, I loved it. As I
recovered, I sucked hard at her hole, bringing her to the last orgasm
of the day while capturing the semen I desperately sought.
Wearily, Shirley stood up and composed herself. I lay on the floor, a
total mess. My ass was leaking lube, my cock was draining sperm, and
my face was slick with creampie. I couldn't remember when I felt so
delightfully drained.
After Shirley pulled on her panties and made an effort to tidy up her
appearance, she addressed her friends in the Garden Club. "Ladies, I
have to make an announcement." She waited for silence. "It pains me
to tell you that my white sissy has paid off the debt he owed me, so
this is his first and last appearance."
"Damn!" many ladies cursed. I heard one mutter that she had hoped
that next time she'd bring a man around to "make that sissy another
creampie".
"Now, ladies!" Shirley said forcefully. "He kept his end of the
bargain (pretty well, too!) and now I need to keep mine." The ladies
grudgingly agreed, after which she asked. "So, white boy, do you have
anything you'd like to say?"
"Yes," I answered. I felt the corners of my mouth curl up. "When is
the next meeting, and do you think you'll be needing a maid?"
---- THE END -----
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