Interracial cuckold story
Cythia Haygood pulled into the parking garage of the Downtown
Hilton an hour and a half late. She knew Charles would not be
happy. After reapplying some make-up and lipstick that was rubbed
off by the officers dicks, she stepped out of the car and
straightened her dress, still wrinkled from her recent fuck.
The clicking of heels echoed as she walked. Damn Anthony for not
fucking her. Her mouth still watered over his black cock, how it
swayed over her, dripping its pre cum onto her wanton body, only
to be pushed into his pants and zipped up out of sight. How being
teased drove one to want so much more.
Cynthia took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Voices on the
other side grew quiet. Charles opened the door, “about time woman,
get in here!” He moved to the side.
“I’m so sorry for being late, sir, I was stopped for speeding,”
Cynthia bit her bottom lip and smiled sheepishly in an attempt to
ease any frustration her late arrival caused.
“There is time to make up for your disrespect,” Charles assured
her, “come meet my friends.” He grabbed Cynthia’s arm and walked
her down the small hall, to the main room.
Two black men talking and giggling on the couch grew quiet as
Cynthia and Charles entered. The room was large and well
furnished. “Kneel at my side now,” instructed Charles.
She stared at the two men as she slowly went to her knees, her
pussy grew aroused knowing three black cocks waited to take her.
The soft carpet grabbed at her knees but Charles grabbed a hand
full of hair and forced her head backwards, so her chin would be
raised and pointed upward.
She heard the two men move and soon saw them standing on either
side of her. “This is Vonnie,” from the left a cock slapped
against Cynthia’s face, surprised her face jumped toward the right
where her lips met another dick. “and that would be Ernest,”
Charles said
The two men stared to rub their cocks on Cynthia’s face as Charles
held her hair tightly so she could not move, but there was no
need, she would never leave the black pieces of heaven beating
against her. She felt warm drops of pre cum as they left trails of
liquid across her cheeks, her eyes, her lips. The smell of cock
filled the air and Cynthia felt the deep desires awakening again.
“Nice to meet you, Sir Ernest and Sir Vonnie” she whispered, weak
from the lust building within her. Moans escaped her lips as her
hands grabbed the growing flesh that teased her every desire. Both
cocks slowly grew, expanding her fingers with each stroke, and
growing longer with each lick.
Charles spoke, “Boys, this is one of the nastiest white girls you
will ever have service your black cocks. Isn’t that correct, my
pet?” He jerked on her hair to emphasize his point.
“Oh yes sirrrrrr, so correct. I do need black dick around me all
the time, I’ll do, say, or act in any way to have the honor of
your cocks fucking and using me, Sirs.” Cynthia could only imagine
what her friends and family would say if they knew about her inner
desires, the inner cravings for black men, the insatiable thirst
she carries with her 24 hours a day.
“Stand up, slut.”
Cynthia did as Charles told her while continuing to hold onto the
two hard cocks in her hands. The smell of dick and men filled her
senses, her knees weak with anticipation and need. Suddenly the
three men surrounding her began pulling on her dress. One rip, two
rips, and a few more till she was only left with heels.
With each rip, her breath left her again. Her breath, now short
and choppy, filled with hints of the lust she would soon unleash.
“The bitch isn’t wearing any undergarments,” Ernest said.
“Because she is a good girl, she was told not to wear any this
evening, come my pet.”.
She followed Charles to the bedroom and heard the other two men
walking behind her, so she walked with a sexier attitude knowing
they were looking at her ass and legs. Her calfs looked awesome as
she walked in her heels.
In the room were more than 50 lit candles, a huge king sized bed
and many other extras expected of such places like the Hilton.
“Stand at the edge of the bed facing the pillows, Cynthia.”
“Yes, Sir Charles,” She moved into position as Ernest and Vonnie
smiled at their soon to be sex toy. The bed was an iron cast
frame, with the poles running up for support.
Cynthia moaned seductively and licked her lips as she felt the
first of the leather restraints being wrapped around her ankle.
Her heels were left on. Slowly, Charles stretched out her other
leg and repeated the procedure. Now having a hard time keeping her
balance, Cynthia leaned forward and placed her hands on the
mattress exposing her wet pussy and ass. The feeling of the
leather firmly wrapped on her skin sent pulses of desire, like a
wild fire, her wanton spread throughout her body. Nothing was more
intoxicating than being totally taken, used, and dominated. She
felt totally exposed, and loved it.
Charles traced his fingers up her inner thigh and dipped two deep
into her pussy. Her knees buckled and she gasped. “My my, aren’t
you the soaked one, look at this boys.” Charles let his fingers
slip from her cunt and rubbed her juices on her tanned ass,
before he spanked it playfully.
Cynthia’s mind raced with lust. “Oh yes Sir, spank my slut ass.”
She arched her back and pressed her tits against the bed, opening
herself up to the black cocks surrounding her. She looked from
side to side, unable to see enough cock, the more she saw the more
she needed, “please may I taste a cock, Sir?” she whimpered.
Vonnie moved up behind Cynthia and began slapping his 8 inch cock
on her ass. “So you want some black dick, bitch?”
“Oh yes, please, please Sir, I need it,” she panted in response,
swaying her hips, trying to free herself from her binds, “my pussy
lives to service black meat Sir, please use me as you wish.” She
arched her back again and grabbed two handfuls of sheet. The
coolness of the iron cast frame pressed against her upper thighs
and the heat from Vonnie’s cock melted the opening of her oozing
cunt.
Instinctively she pushed back the best she could in her position.
“Give it to her Von,” Charles teased, “look at her, she can’t
wait.”
The black cock slid in slowly, its large head parted her wet pussy
lips. The shaft disappeared deep within her as a low moan rumbled
throughout her body.
“Oooooooooohhhhhh yesssssss, that feels soooooo wonderful, Sir.”
Cynthia squeezed on his cock with her inner muscles and begged for
more. “See how wet my pussy gets for you Sir, how my cunt lips
wrap around your shaft and pull you in?”
Cynthia watched Charle’s dick sway toward her as he knelt on the
bed. “Time for some chocolate dessert baby.”
Instinctively she reached out toward his 9 inch cock while Vonnie
continued to pump her hard from behind, being encouraged by Ernest
who was pinching away at her nipples. “Oh yes Sir, I need your
cock in my mouth, I want to feel your hot tool slide across my
tongue and down into my throat. I love the feel of a cock in my
hand, staring at the veins and watching as the pre cum drips over
the head and onto my fingers.”
The size of his cock stretched her lips, but Cynthia took him deep
into her mouth. She trailed her tongue over the length of his
cock, in and out of her mouth while her lips caressed his
sensitive flesh and her fingers danced over his balls in slow,
delicate circles. Her mind flashed back to the cop from earlier
this evening, and she promised herself she would feel his amazing
tool as well.
Charles grabbed two handfuls of hair and forced his cock all the
way into her mouth. The men chuckled and taunted her while they
watched her body jerk and she tried to move away. The cock wedged
into her throat caused her to gag while also denying her to
breath. After a few seconds, he eased his grip, allowing Cynthia
to move off his cock and breath. Her eyes teared from its deep
penetration.
But instead of releasing his cock, she only rose a few inches and
looked up at him, “mmmmmmm” she moaned and continued to suck away.
She was not going to let him out from between her lips for any
reason.
“Oh yea baby, here I cum, you fucking slut,” Vonnie pulled out and
came all over her back, the warm liquid sent Cynthia over the edge
as well, “Oh yes, oh yes, oh my god, I am cumming Sir, yes lets
cum togetherrrrrrrrrr, AHHHHOHHHHHshhhhhhit.”
Both bodies convulsed with release as their cum mixed and dripped
down the insides of Cynthia’s thighs. Her mind was numb with lust
as Ernest slid his cock into her and Vonnie came around to her
mouth so she could lick him clean.
Cynthia hungrily lapped up the mixture of their juices as Ernest’s
modest sized cock eased into her without problem. She pulled
frantically to escape her ankle restraints but nothing worked.
“Guess it is time for the surprise boys.” Charles said.
What? Surprise? What did that mean? Cynthia began looking over her
shoulders and looking around the room, “what surprise, Sir
Charles?”
Footsteps could be heard entering the room as black man after
black man entered, all exchanging high fives and unzipping their
pants.
Cynthia looked up at Charles and pleaded for him not to do this.
Sure she loved to be fucked, and controlled, but the sight of at
least 15 men scared her a bit.
“Do not worry my pet, they know to take good care of you, I shall
return later and clean you up, enjoy” He chuckled as he got off
the bed and walked out to the cheers of the room.
“No Nooooo, you can’t do this,” Cynthia pleaded, cussing herself
out for letting them bind her.
“We can do whatever we want, slut,” was the response as her cries
were soon muffled out by a large black dick inserted into her
mouth. Her restraints were removed and she was forced onto the
bed, each limb held down by a different man, her legs stretched
high and wide. She struggled and moaned protests as a cock
violated her mouth. Her lust had turned to fear from the sheer
number of cocks in the room. Her body was being held down and she
knew every hole would be used as a cum depot for this group of
men.
A set of hands held each ankle, her legs spread wide and held up
in the air. And a set of hands secured her wrists, keeping her
arms flat against the bed and out to her side. Suddenly cocks were
beating against her face, breasts, legs, and belly. Warm flashes
of nastiness shot through Cynthia once again, but she was afraid
all these cocks would be too much for her, perhaps she would be
asked to drink to much cum and get sick, or perhaps they would
fuck her so long and hard that she would be unable to walk
afterwards. She would soon find out, and her Sir, Charles, was
going to film the whole scene without her knowledge.