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My GF turns me over to a GayMaker GaySarah had met Stuart online and she said he had a very special talent. He was 42, Black 10 years older than us and hung. In the sixth months that we had been together, Sarah and I had enjoyed a MMF threesome with a mutual friend twice before, but it been a more conventional affair, both of us giving Sarah all of our attention, careful to avoid crossing swords. Sarah was dissatisfied with our love life and want to spice it up and I was willing to try something a little more kinky with a man who would dominate both of us, and maybe cuckold me. Sarah was bi, but I hadn’t done anything with a guy since college. I had let a gay friend of mine suck my cock, and taken his in my mouth too, though I had not sucked him to completion that didn’t make me gay.Stuart lived in a condo in a residential neighborhood about twenty minutes from the neighborhood were we both lived. Sarah had coordinated the meet up online, and I have to admit that I liked how he would put me down, calling me “cuck,” and “wimp-dick,” bragging about his big black dick and superior sexual prowess. We set up a scene where he would have us over and “put both of us through our paces.” as he said. He instructed me to make sure my “back door was clean and cock and balls were shaved.” The order had made my heart flutter and my cock harden with embarrassment. After the short drive in Sarah’s car, we parked and Stuart invited us in. He had all the lights low and some music playing, wine out on the coffee table. He was a remarkable looking guy, In my head I thought how I was far more conventionally handsome than him. Though we were the same height he definitely outweighed me, with much slimmer build and very muscular and a large bulge in his pants. He grasped Sarah in a forceful and assertive embrace, feeling her up and boldly kissing her, all while looking at me in the eye. I just stood their and let it happen- I knew this was what he expected of me. After releasing her, he grabbed my hand into a crushing handshake, imprisoning my smaller hand in his for an unnecessarily long amount of time, again drilling his dark eyes into mine. His hand was much larger than mine and very strong. He called me “Billy,” a diminutive version of my name which I had not volunteered.”Please to meet you, Sir.” He chuckled wolfishly, pleased by my submission, and Sarah looked at me with surprise. Stuart noticed this and smirked at me. I stepped inside his home. It was sparsely decorated. I took my shoes off and put them beside a few pair of his shoes- I noticed they were much larger than mine. He had us sit beside him on the couch and poured us two glasses of wine. The couch sat opposite a large mirror, and I sized him up discreetly. I should have guessed that a guy like him would be a “bull,” the sexually powerful men who join cuckold couples in the bedroom. He had a cruel look of confidence on his face as he kept his arm around my girlfriend’s shoulder. He winked at me cockily as he copped a feel of her breast with his big hand, making her giggle. After our second glass he produced a large joint. Sarah took it eagerly, I initially refused it, but he gave me such a look of reproach that I caved immediately and accepted it. He watched intently as I took a hesitant puff. I coughed a big. I tried to hand it back to him but he forced my hand back to my face.”No, no, no. Again, boy. Longer this time.” He barked at me like a coach, staring me down. Sarah watched with fascination as he forced me to inhale. He clasped his left hand onto the back of my neck possessively, collaring me as he made me smoke. It made me think of hanging out with my older brother’s friends as a teenager, when they’d force me to smoke or drink with them. “Hold it, hold it, keep it in, that’s it.” I felt-lightheaded and kept it in as long as I could. Finally I erupted into a fit of coughing, sputtering out a huge cloud of pot smoke. They both laughed at me.”There we go. Let’s get you nice and dumb so I can have my way with your girl, little pussy.” and winked at Sarah. I felt woozy as I sat there, and he kept his strong hand clasped to the back of my neck. With his right hand he continued to fondle my girlfriend. After the joint got passed a few more times, each time making sure that I smoked to his satisfaction, he held my glass to my lips and forced me to down half of glass of wine. He then filled it up for me again and barked at me to drink as he turned his attentions to Sarah, pulling her to him. As they made out, his left hand never loosened its grip on the back of my neck.He had her sit on his lap and with his right arm he took her top off. His hand attacked her bra and she removed it, unleashing her pert size B’s. He grabbed the back of her head and brought her mouth to his for another round of furious french kissing. Stuart slapped the back of my head roughly and brought his left arm in front of my face, snapping insistently and pointing at the wine glass I had left on the coffee table. Trembling from the smack, I took my glass and took a reluctant sip. He was forcing me to get drunk- the humiliation of meekly complying, obeying him, made my dick achingly hard. Moving her around on his lap, he chewed on her breasts and then growled at me.”Finish it you little faggot, then get us another bottle.” He slapped my head again and pointed down the hall, then turned his face back to my girlfriend’s belly. I obeyed, downing my glass then slowly standing from the couch and walking through the dark path to his kitchen. I found another bottle and opened it, my hands shaking. I felt like I was on another planet, and I noticed my whole body was flush, beet red. I had a hard-on in my jeans that felt like it would burst. I nervously came returned to the living room. Stuart threw Sarah on to her back and kissed her some more, then stood up over her, yanking her skirt off. “Get the fuck over here, sissyboy.” I placed the wine on the table and walked over to him sheepishly. He grabbed my shirt by the collar, and in one violent motion stripped the shirt right off my back. I felt doubly vulnerable being bare-chested in front of him. He grinned at me evilly and stepped in closer, invading my personal space. It felt strange, his shirt pressed against my exposed skin.”What a little fucking wimp. Little faggot prettyboy.” He grabbed my sides and felt me up roughly. I quivered from being fondled, his hands squeezing my midsection so tight they almost touched.”Skinny little gym body. Don’t you know your girl wants a real man.” He grabbed his crotch adjusting his cock for emphasis. “What do you say, boy?” He demanded with a wolfish grin on his face. I looked to the couch and Sarah was staring at me dumb-founded.He then took a step back and quickly flung his own black t-shirt off. “See this boy, this is what a man is supposed to look like, a real man.” I nodded dumbly, acknowledging his superior black manhood. He was right. His hands attacked my belt and unbuttoned my pants. The next thing I knew I was trembling before them in the tighty-whities he had instructed me to wear. Sarah laughed in ridicule from the couch – the one time she had seen me in them she said they made me look like a little boy. But in his emails, Stuart had ordered me to wear them, had told me that these were the only appropriate underwear for little wimpy cuck boys. “Have another drink, sweetheart. Daddy will be with you in a minute, I just have to put this wimp a your’s in his place.” Turning back to me, Stuart grabbed the back of my neck again and guided me to his right nipple kiss and lick it boy then the left one. “Hey Sarah, look how hard your boyfriend’s wimpy little dick gets in his tighty-whities when he tongues out my nipples. He’s got tokat escort a little tent in his undies going!” He laughed as he ground my face into his chest.”That’s it, keep kissing. Might as well make it good. I have a feeling that from now on, that’s not the only thing you’re going to get to kissing. Maybe my balls too, if you’re lucky.” I licked with gusto, giving into the degradation of this, wanting to taste the sweat and the smell of him. My pecker pulsed in my tighty-whities and I ground it into his jeans, against big thigh. “Ooh, he’s loving this Sarah. I think he might just come in his panties if we keep this up. After all, he is a premature ejaculator, isn’t’ he Sarah? Yup two minutes sometimes less. He released me from chest and pawed my waist and pulled me roughly so that I stood a few inches before him. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my jockeys and swiftly ripped them down to my ankles. I stood bare ass before him and Sarah, the air caressing my naked backside feeling strange. He instantly burst into loud, mocking laughter as he openly leered at my small endowment. I felt my face grow somehow redder. I looked at Sarah, she was chuckling along with him. I was totally hard, just under six inches, poking up towards my belly button desperately. I guess on someone over 6 feet it looked pretty small.”Oh Sarah you poor girl. Is this all he’s been giving you? No wonder you’re horny for a real man.” He reached around and slapped my butt cheek, unsteadying me, and without reservation he reached down and began fiddling with my hard-on. I gasped at the touch of his large, rough hands on my penis. “Christ, I had a bigger dick by the time I was 10, no lie. And these little balls are like g****s. They’re like a fucking little boy’s.” He cupped and fondled my scrotum as he continued to laugh derisively, eyeing my endowment with disbelief. “Seriously, did you even go through puberty man?” He spoke right into my ear, his big broad face only an inch from mine.Like a damn k**.” I let the words wash over me, and felt them penetrate my brain. Mean as it was, the humiliation was making me tremble with lust. I noticed Sarah looking at me with curiosity. Suddenly he clasped my shoulders and forced me to my knees. He grabbed the back of my head and held it in front of his bulging crotch, just inches away.”Now I’m going to show you what a real man is packing between his legs. Take it out for me, faggot.” Sarah was staring at me intently as I reached with trembling hands and unzipped his jeans. Instantly a long, and extremely thick,black penis unfurled out, half-hard but clearly longer than my hard-on. He bucked his hips forward and slapped me in the face with it, sending both him and Sarah into hysterics. He pushed me down on to the floor and went back to Sarah on the couch. He took his pants off and I was greeted with the gracious sight of his huge firm, black ass over me. He stepped out of the jeans and kicked them across the floor near me – I saw that he wore a waist size of 38. “You stay on your hands and knees now, boy, or there’ll be hell to pay.” He sat down beside her and had me serve them wine, then again insisted I fill one for myself too. He had Sarah on his lap, her face buried into his black cock, as he reached over and fingered her crotch. He had me wheel my body around so that my kneeling legs and backside faced the couch. He laid his big hand down on my sweat-soaked small of my back, just past my keister. He laid his hand there the way a master would rest his hand on his dog.”That it sluts, keeping sucking. You suck my cock, sweetheart, and your little faggot boyfriend can keep watching you and learning.” He brought his hand from my and grabbed my neck, then forced his thick fingers in my mouth. I licked them eagerly, then he slapped my face and sent me back to tonguing his fingers get them nice and wet boy. The next thing I know, I felt his fat, moistened fingers jabbing between my butt cheeks. When one darted into my hole roughly, I yelped, and Sarah stood up and said I leave your payment on the table the faggot all yours now. I felt Sarah crawl over us and off the couch. I tried to look up but he brought this other hand on the back of my neck hard, locking me in. “Bill, I’m sorry but your dicks to small to satisfy me Your training is about to begin -” I could hear her scrambling to dress quickly and collect her things. Stuart kept me locked into position, I tried to call out but I couldn’t even say anything as he had hand around my throat keeping me imprisoned. All the while his finger continued to burrow into my ass. I heard her grab her purse and her keys, but I couldn’t see her as she fled from Stuart’s condo and into the night. Her car sped from the driveway and now I was stranded alone with this stranger. “Tough luck, Billyboy. I think you’ve just been dumped.” He cracked up with laughter, releasing my head from the hold but continuing to grind his feet into my mouth. I lifted myself from the ottoman, stumbling to stand, my head racing from the wine and weed. “Stuart, Sir, please, I need to call her- I need-” “What, with this?” He stood from the couch, my cell phone in his hand. “Stu, please-” I grabbed for the phone and he pushed me hard. I stumbled several feet and walked over to my pants. He then pushed past me, shouldering me into the wall like a bully pushing his victim into lockers, and seized my pants from the floor.. From my discarded jeans he pulled out the keys to my studio apartment and my wallet. When I nervously reached for them, he threw me back on to the couch. There was no way I could get these things back from him by force. I cowered naked on the couch as he read my license.”William E. Bradford, it’s just you and me. Just little Billy and the Big Boss.” He then opened a shelf and threw my wallet, phone and keys into an open safe, which he slammed and locked shut to my horror. He sat beside me and threw his big heavy arm over shoulder, pulling me into him. “Your ass and mouth is mine, boy. You’re all mine, my property, until I say so. You got it, Billy boy?” He reached between my legs and his fingers found their way to my hole again. I nodded slowly, feeling his size, his heft and strength beside me, pushing into me. He had at least 40 pounds on me. I was truly afraid of what this man could do to me if I displeased him. I also felt that strange compulsion to continue to please him. I leaned into him, his stronger, larger body, offering more of myself to his hand. I winced as he shoved another finger up my backside, but accepted the intrusion, doing my best to breathe deeply and allow it entry.”If you think this changes anything you’re out of your ditzy little mind, Billyboy. I’m still going to fuck that white ass of your’s, just like Sarah planned and paid for. You’re getting some black dick tonight, sweetpea. There’s no going back, Billyboy.” He fondled my chest with his other hand, tweaking my nipple. He leaned in and nuzzled my neck. His mouth felt incredible. It made me swoon as he chewed on my neck, chest and ear. He began devouring around my ear, darting his tongue into my ear lobe. All the while his fingers worked in and out of my ass cheeks, the other expertly tweaking my nipple, making me literally swoon.”Besides, I liked your ass better than hers, anyway.” He whispered huskily into the ear he had covered in his spit. He sawed three fingers into my backside and I moaned and ground down in to them. “Yeah that’s right sissy, you’re just dying to spread those legs for me, aren’t you pussyboy.” I moaned in response, and he jabbed them in roughly, causing me to yelp. “Aren’t you?!” He demanded, continuing to roughly finger-bang me. Finger-banged. I was being finger-banged just escort tokat like some dumb slut. “Yes, Sir.” I croaked. “You want to be my pussyboy?” He barked, drilling his bottomless black eyes into mine.”Yes Sir- I- want to be your pussyboy.” I admitted. He continued to glare at me, our faces pressed up next to each other like fighters during a pre-match stare down. All the while his fingers worked their way inside me, enveloping the lower half of my body in a feverish heat. He brought his face closer and to my surprise he seized my mouth in his, forcing my head into his for a long, demanding kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, it felt so strange to kiss a man like this- the size of his thick tongue, his huge mouth, the stubble scr****g my face. His big carnivorous teeth banging into mine. The acrid smell of his sweat. The tobacco, weed and wine imbued in his spit. His tongue wrestled mine into submission. I yielded completely, giving free range of my mouth to the hot and stinking invader. It was like he was r****g my mouth with his own.All the while, I felt his saliva seep into my mouth. I overcame the reflexive revulsion and swallowed, thrilled by the shameful submission of it. Taking his copious spit into my body, down my throat, into my stomach. His tongue explored my mouth, the newly conquered territory, stretching out to jab around my teeth, my gums, anywhere it wanted. He kept the fingers of his right hand up my backdoor, and with his left hand scooped me up around the other side. He stood from the couch, lifting me up with his intimidating strength, never breaking the kiss. We continued to swap spit like teenagers as he carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down on his bed, which just had a sheet on it. He lifted my legs up, and to my surprise he buried his large, stubbly face between my cheeks. His large, powerful tongue darted into my most private regions. He knew what he was doing, and soon I was convulsing, wrapping my legs around his broad shoulders, gasping with lust. When he reappeared from between my legs he had a triumphant smile on his face. “Knew you’d like that, bitch. Yeah, you got a pussy between your legs just like a woman. You’re going to take my black cock just like a woman.” He ran his callused hands over my splayed thighs, his 5 o’clock shadow glistening. “But first I’m going to have another helping of my all-you-can-eat Billy boy buffet!” He darted his tongue out at me lewdly, taunting me. It was gross but it made me flush with lust. He plunged face-first back into my most private of places, and he grabbed my legs, wrapping them over his shoulders. I watched his bald head bobbing as he ravished me. His huge lapping tongue forced its way as deep into my backside as possible, penetrating me. An overwhelming warmth radiated from deep within my hole out into my entire body. I knew that I was as wet and as open down there as I had ever been in my entire life. He really had turn my ass into a pussy, a wet, dripping pussy. My small penis was as achingly hard, ridiculous and ignored. I moaned like a woman. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me – I had never in my life imagined a man doing this to me. Doing what a man does to a woman. He raised his body back up over mine, his face red, sweat pouring down his forehead. He locked eyes with me. After something so intimate I felt I had to look away, I couldn’t look in the eyes of a man who had just done something so emasculating to me, while making me feel so good. I felt incredibly vulnerable. My legs were shaking and I realized he had given me several orgasms, the full body orgasms that women experience. I felt like I could have sobbed. He slapped my face hard with his big hand, grabbing my jaw and clutching it roughly, turning my face to his.”Look in my eyes, bitch. Look. Look into the eyes of the man who’s going to fuck you.” I obeyed, looking into the glowering, deep set eyes under his heavy brow. His gaze was furious, impenetrable. “When I fuck you with this black cock,” He brandished his big fat hard-on like a gun, shaking it at me. “You will be mine, forever. I’ll own you, biologically. And this.” He grabbed my little flagpole, dwarfing it with his big thumb and forefinger. “This tiny little pecker, this useless little dinky will never enter a pussy again. Do you understand?” He roughly whacked my modest erection with his hand, and he quickly grabbed something from his night side table. “Yes Sir.” I whispered, my voice croaking. He slapped me again.”Say it!” He barked.”You’ll own me, and I’ll never- I’ll never fuck again.” Stuart opened a small vile in his hand and empty its contents onto his hand. “Say all of it!” “You’ll own me forever and my tiny little pecker will never fuck a woman again!””Your tiny little boy dick will never enter a pussy again, say it!” His left and clutched my chin roughly and he kept his big face menacingly close to mine, and I felt his right hand plunge between my open legs, adding to the wetness already there. “My tiny little boy dick will never enter a pussy again.””Louder, bitch!” He shook my chin and squeezed, as his other hand jabbed in and out of the cleft between my ass cheeks.”My tiny little boy dick will never enter a pussy again.” “You’ll never fuck again, only get fucked, by me!””I’ll never fuck again, only get fucked by you, Sir!!””Promise me, sissyboy! Promise me!””I promise Sir, I promise, Sir! I promise I’ll never get fuck anyone ever again, I’ll only get fucked by you, Sir! I’ll only get fucked by your superior black dick!.””Swear to me! Swear to me that you’re tiny pecker will never enter a pussy ever again! That you’ll be a virgin boy forever!””I swear, Sir, I swear my tiny pecker will never enter a pussy ever again! I swear I’ll be a virgin boy forever, Sir, I swear!””Swear to me on your father’s life! Say his name and swear on his life.” Though his brow was still twisted with fury, a gleefully evil smile had spread across his face.”Uh, I swear on my father’s life! I swear on the life of my father, Steven William Bradford, I’ll never fuck again! I swear on my father’s life my tiny pecker will never enter a pussy again! I swear on my father’s life I’ll be a virgin boy forever!” I spoke loud and clear as Stuart expected, but my voice was trembling. I couldn’t believe I was saying this aloud.”Again, cunt!” He slapped my face again, blurring my vision.”I swear on the life of my father Steven William Bradford that I’ll never put my little pecker into a pussy ever again, I swear on the life of Steven William Bradford that I’ll be a virgin boy for the rest of my life!” I was panting from the fear and shame of it. Why was he making me think of my father at a time like this? I couldn’t help but imagine him now, my Dad, standing over the bed, watching me bare ass naked on my back mounted by a larger, stronger man. Stuart lowered his hulking body over mine, forcing his way between my legs, splaying me open. I felt his big hard cock jabbing at my backdoor threateningly. I was nervous, terrified for my hole, but I knew there was no way I could stop this even if I wanted. I felt his strong arms pinning me down, caressed them appreciatively. Felt the strength and the coarse hair. He could do whatever he wanted to me, I knew it. Again, it felt like Stuart was teaching me what it was to be a woman, to be trapped under a man’s huge body, held down by his arms, and have absolutely no control over the proceedings. No say over what’s done to my body. All I could do was try to make him happy.He reached under the bed and retrieved the small vial and rubbed more of its contents onto his cock and reapplied to the hole he had been tormenting with both his tongue and digits. He tossed the bottle aside and began to slowly invade tokat escort bayan my most intimate place with his fat bull cock.I clung to his hairy shoulders desperately as he penetrated me. Slowly but surely he bore the great drill into my insides. I winced with pain but he’d tell me to breathe and push out. Though he was patient, he never slowed his invasion, never stopped gaining territory. All the while, he kept his merciless gaze locked on me. He scrutinized me with a cold fascination of a c***d torturing bugs, watching intently the effect that his battering ram of a cock had on me. There was something so fundamentally embarrassing about having a man’s cock inside me. I felt exposed, desperately vulnerable and unmanned all at once. I tried to keep my eyes on the ceiling, but he kept glaring at me. He grabbed my jaw roughly and held my face in place.”Look at me. Look at the man who’s fucking you, pussy.” He growled. I gave into his intense scowl. I felt petrified before him, terrified of his anger. He looked so different than the nerdy, bespectacled man who had greeted us earlier. He seemed incredibly powerful, triumphant. He pushed in deeper. I inhaled and breathed out of my nostrils, resolved to not scream despite the searing pain in my guts. Stuart was clearly looking for reasons to slap my face, to beat me down, to remind me that I was just a powerless wimp, so I knew that no good would come from me protesting, trying to escape the huge black cock I was impaled on. No good would even come from me asking him to slow me down. Instead I just held tight to him and focused on breathing in and out, closing my eyes shut thinking only of his conquering black cock to outrun the pain of his anal invasion. Soon it felt like something in me had shifted, accommodating his manhood deep inside of me. “Oooh, there we go.” He brought his muscular body onto my stomach, crushing me beneath him. I felt our sweat-soaked skin seal together. It seemed like his entire sweltering body was covering mine. “Feel that? Those are my big old black balls. I’m balls deep, bitchboy.” The sensation of another man’s testicles, another man’s larger, superior testicles resting against my own blew my mind. Balls deep. My friends had always bragged about being “balls deep,” in a chick. Now another man was balls deep in me. Nothing had ever made me feel like less of a man, nothing that happened to me tonight. My mind was flooded with the image of his bigger black balls laying atop mine, concealing and dominating my own weaker gonads. I reflexively tightened my hole around his driving cock. “Oooh that’s it baby girl, squeeze those pussylips on my big fat cock!” He crowed triumphantly, grinning down at me with patronizing delight. His hands grabbed my waist and his rhythm accelerated. My moans turned into a helpless yell, my rising voice was not my own. He seemed thrilled by the effect he was having on my body, his cruel grin growing as he cheered himself on between his bestial panting. I held onto his shoulders like he was a lifeguard rescuing me from the ocean, as if he wasn’t the very man drowning me. I buried my face into his chest pathetically, soaking with my tears, as if he was going to comfort me, protect me. “I’m going to breed you. I’m going to nut you up.” He pumped at me like a dog, banging his hips into me. The whole bed was rocking like mad, slamming into the wall. “I am going to breed. Your. White Ass.” He grunted intendedly, huffing and puffing, his face red and furious. The pain of his intrusion swelled as he sped up, but so did the shameful flood of pleasure welling throughout my insides.”Swear on your father’s life that you’ll never breed!” He returned to his insane orders, manic glee on his cruel face as he demanded me to pledge these shameful things.”I swear on my father’s life that I’ll never breed, Sir!” I groaned out feebly. “Say his name again, cunt!” His fingers dug into my hips so hard it felt like he would break the skin. He was pulling me into his pummeling thrusts, lifting me off the bed to fuck me deeper. I was being thrown all over the bed.”I sweat on the life of Steven William Bradford, I will never breed.” Again I couldn’t help conjure my father’s face again, which must have been Stuart’s goal. His cold eyes gazing in disapproval behind his glasses, his brow furrowed in disapproval, disgust, amused contempt? “Swear on the souls of all your ancestors, swear on the Bradford family line that it ends with you!” Stuart had the same smile of cruel delight – he loved having me curse myself this way, for his cock. “I swear on the souls of the Bradford family line that it ends with me.” He brought his face to my neck and began gnawing. “They’re all watching you, Billyboy! They’re all watching you, like a bitch laid out on your back, with a real man’s cock up your ass! They’re all watching you let them down and fail as a man.” He continued to hump furiously as he kept his mouth by my ear, chanting these insane and humiliating fantasies. Now my Dad was joined by my grandfather, and other men I’d seen only in black and white photographs, dour Scotch-German immigrants with elaborate facial hair in uncomfortable looking suits. Crowding around the bed to watch my defilement. Stiff erections in their trousers. I can’t believe Stuart had twisted my head around so wildly. “Yeaah, balls deep. Gonna own you forever, boy” He grunted between thrusts. I thought of our balls next to each other, and my sex-sickened mind crafted the fantastic image of his superior sperm flooding into my balls, conquering and destroying my own seed, taking over my balls. Would his bigger stronger sperm beat mine into submission, devour them like wolves, or would he just assimilate my testes entirely? He would fuck me and place his seed into my balls, and I would carry his seed in my subjugated gonads. I felt like an invaded city, gates thrown open to the invading army. I spread my legs wider for him, to make way for Stuart’s manful pounding of my defeated ass, giving in to the humiliation of his conquering forces’ victory parade.I looked at the bedside mirror, his powerful, broad form pinning my smaller white body to the bed. We were both shining with sweat. I was spread wide open, and holding onto to Stuart’s back like a bitch in heat. “Your Dad, all the men in your family, they’re watching this happen, Billy.” He whispered into my ear. I closed my eyes and the Bradford men were all back, circling the bed, now naked. Their hairy, middle-aged bodies slick with sweat – shoulders coated in gray hair, generous furred breasts, and swollen paunches. Bearded groins, the penis of my father. Marron-headed, proudly fat, with large, low hanging testes. Their rough hands held me down on the bed, help open my legs wide for Stuart’s humping hips. I moaned long and high from the maddening pleasure of Stuart’s black cock presence in me. I reached and twisted his nipples on his chest above me and Stuart laughed. First time and already a slut pussyboy that’s it keep playing with my nipples. I opened my eyes and looked into the broad, bullish face of the man fucking me. It contorted with pleasure, and I knew he was ejaculating inside me. His pace remained the same but I felt the thick root in me pulse, and felt a warmth spreading from inside my guts as I was inseminated. Stuart continued to pound into me as he pleased, slowing down. He grabbed some pillows from the floor and lifted my hips up, remaining docked inside me. He laid my butt back down on them so that my hips were elevated. He gently caressed my sweat-soaked and flush stomach.”Gotta make sure I get all of my black seed stays up in your ass, sweet pea.” Sarah paid for the full conversion He crooned. Sarah paid What? Dam straight boy I’m what’s called a GayMaker I convert white pussyboys like you into a black cock lover . Once my sperm get into your ass or belly your hooked for life. I just closed my eyes and breathed deeply, feeling his sperm seep further into me.

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