MARRIED TO A SLUT Pt 2 By Throne
My clothes were all in the bedroom. My wallet was still in my pants. I couldn't leave the apartment. And that Black man, Rock, looked strong enough to pick me up and toss me. I meekly shuffled into the bedroom. Rock was sitting on the side of the bed kissing Brandy and pawing her breast with his wide dark hand, as if I wasn't even there. I didn't want to let that scene arouse me, but after getting so worked up the night before and not being allowed any release, my immature penis rose to attention. My cheeks grew warm as I blushed but the little poker wouldn't go down.
Brandy undid Rock's belt with practiced fingers and lowered his fly. He stood and she grinningly tugged down his pants. He slipped off his shoes, stepped out of his trousers, and pulled his shirt up and over his head. Brandy told me to stand at the foot of the bed for a better view. What I got to see, as Rock worked down his shorts, was a cock that put mine absolutely to shame. Brandy reached out to stroke it, making the dark rod swell even larger, and told me THAT was why I wasn't ever going to get my 'ridiculous pinky-finger-of-a-dick' into her.
Rock turned his attention to me, a mean look on his face. He said, "Get your mouth between my woman's legs right now, boy, and get her nice and wet before I stick her."
Queasy but too fearful to disobey, I scrambled onto the bed and shoved my lower face against Brandy's thick bush, my tongue already extended before I made contact, to lap her until she was sufficiently lubricated. It didn't take long and then Rock grabbed me by the back of the neck and tugged me roughly away from her and onto my feet. I staggered backward and nearly lost my balance. In the absence of other orders I retook my position at the foot of the bed, and slightly to the side because, as much as it pained me to see the woman I had hoped to start dating being taken by another, obviously superior man, I couldn't stop staring. Rock placed the tip of his rammer against her slightly parted labia and planted the entire bulbous head inside. Brandy murmured appreciatively and begged him for more.
"Sure, bitch," he said and fed several more inches into her. "You always want what Rock has, now don't you?"
"Yes, baby. Please give me more. I'll do anything you want."
"Damn right. And you don't want anything from that pitiful pink boy there, do you?"
"No. He's only good for sucking my pussy. And my ass."
Rock sank himself into her to his heavy balls, making Brandy gasp. "Damn, girl, you got him eating your ass already? On the first time out?" When she told him that was right, he said, "This one's got to be the wimpiest of them all. He's a keeper, baby. The way you like to have a pussyboy to boss around and go down on you, you might just as well MARRY this poor sucker." He pumped her slowly, getting her excited but not giving as much as she wanted. "Ain't that right?"
"Yes, Rock. I should make the little fart get married. I'd have his mouth handy whenever for my feet and pussy and ass. And..." She gulped air as he sped up slightly. "And to get me nice and wet before you jam your monster cock into me."
"Sounds like a plan, baby. You know you gotta do it."
With that he doubled his speed, effortlessly giving her a pair of loud orgasms. Brandy told him he was incredible and that I was worthless. She swore that she would make me marry her. After her second finish he allowed himself to empty his balls into her and then rolled off. She had a contented look on her face.
Rock got up and focused on me. He said, "Now you heard what she said. And you know a failure like you, without a real cock, ain't never gonna have any luck with the ladies. I'll bet you've never had a second date with any woman. Isn't that right?" I lowered my eyes and nodded. "And you love just being around Brandy, right? You're glad just to be her little pussylicker."
It wasn't true, at least not completely, but I didn't want to leave her. Somehow I thought that after time her attitude would soften. I said he was right.
"Okay," Rock decided out loud. "Than you two have got to, like, seal the deal. Get your stupid face back down there and clean up your girlfriend's cooch. Clean up your fiance."
Gagging at the thought of having to slurp up his cum, I nevertheless did as I was told. My will had already been broken. I obediently scooped out his thick output with my tongue, took it into my revulsed mouth, and made myself swallow it down. I had to fight not to cry. He kept me at it until I had recovered and ingested every bit of his cream. Then he had Brandy sit on the edge of the bed. I had to kneel with my eyes on her unsavory pussy because, as Rock explained, that was the main part of her I would be marrying. Then I had to propose, humiliatingly, to her hairy pubic mound. He fed me lines, along with a few she thought up, and I had to repeat them, promising never to expect sex, always to be ready to put my mouth on her feet, pussy or ass for as long as she wanted, to give her my pay, and to obey her every word without hesitation. As I spoke all those demeaning vows, which I feared would be irreversible, he pointed out to Brandy that I was still hard.
"He LIKES being your licky-licky boy," Rock insisted. "Hell, he NEEDS it. The fool isn't good for anything else. You're doing him a favor, baby. Now get turned around up on your knees, girl, so he can kiss your ass real good and make it official."
I did that too. Rock even pushed the back of my head, holding me with my face buried in her generously thick ass until I nearly smothered. And then he let me go. The two of them enjoyed a toast with cans of beer that I had to run and fetch from the fridge. They didn't even let me put on my shorts. Rock stayed for awhile, gave me a firm warning about not going back on the deal, and then enjoyed a last lingering kiss with my wife-to-be before he swaggered out the door.
Somehow I expected Brandy to tell me it had all been a bizarre joke. Even to grant me sex with her. Admitting that this was really happening was too much for me, so I went into some kind of crazy denial. Over the next several days we took care of all the formalities of getting a wedding license, having our blood work done, and buying rings -- an expensive beauty for her and a cheap excuse of one for me. Finally we went to City Hall, with Rock and his cousin Shyrese as witnesses. I was distracted by the young woman, whose curves were as overstated as Brandy's. And then, with the signing of a few documents it was done. I was married to Brandy after one date, after seeing her cheat on me, and after hearing her assurance that I would never be allowed sex with her.
We went back to her uncleaned apartment. Mine was nicer but she had made me sublet it and turn over the initial payment to her, as I would every time I received the rent on it. When we got there I had to pour champagne for the three of them. The reality of my new situation still hadn't fully registered on my mind. But it was all made clear to me after Rock got up and announced that it was time to consummate the marriage.
He told me, "You want your new wife to be happy, pink boy, so you better ask me real nice to take her to bed."
I stood there, my eyes goggling, my mouth working soundlessly. At last, intimidated and feeling defeated, I said, "Please take B... take my wife to bed."
"And?"
"And make love to her." When my words were met with a threatening glower, I tried harder. "Please take my new wife to bed and... screw her. Give her a night of lovemaking that she'll never forget." He seemed to approve, so I went on, feeling like coward, knowing Brandy and Shyrese were listening. "Please give my wife what I can't. Let her have your... big cock... instead of my... shrimp dick." The females giggled nastily. "And make sure she gets the orgasms I can't give her." I hesitated, but he appeared to expect more, so I added, "Except with my mouth."
"That's good," he decided. "Now let's move to the bedroom like you said, and get busy. Brandy needs you to use your tongue to get her nice and wet, so she can take everything I've got for her."
My wife sang out, "Damn straight, Rock. That monster cock of yours might tear me up if my licky-licky boy doesn't get me juicey."
In the bedroom they undressed each other. I had to take off my own clothes. Shyrese got her first view of my unimpressive dick and laughed wildly. She reached under her short skirt and slipped off her panties. Brandy laid back naked and told me to go to the closet and get out the pink shoebox. Not knowing what was going on, I did as I was told. She had me open it and inside was a pair of whorish high heels, bright red with ankle straps, that got me aroused in spite of myself. I had to put them on her and, with trembling hands, buckle the delicate straps. With nothing on but the exotic footwear, she was obscenely sexy. Her odd mix of sensual and less attractive qualities was further brought out by the addition of the shoes. I whimpered with need as she waved her feet in front of me, at the same time lewdly showing off her furry pussy.
Shyrese got behind me and teased my ears with her fingertips. Rock laid down next to Brandy and gave her an unhurried kiss. Then Shyrese steered me toward the mattress and my knowledge of what was expected took over. I got on my knees between Brandy's heavy but firm thighs and pressed my mouth against her unwashed sex. Drawing breath through my nose, I licked and sucked and got plenty of saliva on her. Shyrese meanwhile had stripped and kept on her own shoes, which were similar to the ones Brandy wore the night I first met her, but in navy blue. She stretched out alongside my bride.
At an order from Rock, I shifted from Brandy to the Black girl, my nose suddenly inches from a new pussy. Below a patch of short tight black hair, waited thick outer and inner lips. She had made no more effort to clean herself down there than Brandy had, and I was confronted with a stink as bad as, though different from, what I was familiar with. Choking back my revulsion, I lapped repeatedly at her before probing deeper and then sucking her large clit. At the same time Rock was happily mounting newlywed Brandy. She told him how much she wanted sex and how useless I was in that area. She repeated that my little dick would never feel the inside of her pussy, then reminded him that he was welcome to her whenever he pleased, and that I would always be there to get her 'sloppy wet' for him. He laughed softly and buried his tool with one decisive movement. She inhaled sharply and then purred appreciativly. With coaxing words she got him pumping her. Imitating her, Shyrese 'encouraged' me to eat her harder. As if I had any choice.
While my bride got soundly screwed, I had to slurp and slobber and bring the Black girl to a squirming climax. Less than a minute later Brandy had an orgasm too. Rock gave his partner a tender kiss and I had to do the same for Shyrese... on her puffy labia. It was degrading but I lacked the backbone to say no. Instead I allowed myself to be pushed deeper into sexual slavery without reward, and to show them that they hadn't approached any limit to what I would do. Worse, I found myself wildly aroused by the demeaning situation. I told myself it was only because I hadn't been allowed to finish for days, but knew that the line between sex and submission was beginning to blur in my mind. How much further would they drive me?
As before, I had to tongue up all of Rock's copious cum and swallow it. Tears were forming in my eyes by the time I finished that awful task. Soon he was growing hard again and Shyrese was demanding another climax. My throat constricted as I replaced my mouth on the Black girl's responsive pussy. When I finally finished her, the others were still happily humping, so Shyrese took advantage of the time we had to roll over and make me apply my mouth to her ass, as Brandy had taught me to do. I found myself performing analingus as my wife went into a second thrilled orgasm. I had to clean her once more, with Rock and Shyrese making jokes at my expense.
That was how our marriage was consummated. It guaranteed that I would never work up the nerve to even think out loud about real sex with my wife. The final horror for me was that Rock and Shy, as he called her, had bought me a gift. It was a small chastity tube that fitted over my little member and locked behind my scrotum, so that I couldn't achieve an erection. After that I wouldn't even be able to secretly masturbate. To drive home how bad was my predicament, the two females sexually teased me, toying with my nipples, massaging my balls, and making me kiss their feet. It was agonizing to become totally aroused and have no outlet for my urgent need. They told me that they would be sure to play with me every day and make certain that I had a permanent set of blue balls.
That, as I said in the beginning of this account Brandy is making me record, was two years ago. My ordeal has only gotten worse as time passed. Rock doesn't care that Brandy sleeps with other men. In fact, he likes it, and calls her a slut, which she finds exciting. She dresses trashy for him and strikes cheap poses whenever he's around. It gets both him and me horny, except that only he is allowed to screw her. And when he's not there she has a half dozen other guys who she calls when she wants sex. All of them are Black. She prefers that, I've observed, and she also takes pleasure from knowing that it upsets me. Occasionally she'll go back to the bar where we met, around closing time, and invite Ace to her messy apartment for raunchy sex. He never says no and, as will all her lovers, I have to be there to prepare her, to watch and listen, and to clean her up. Every one of her studs thinks I'm pathetic and they all mock and insult me. I'm desperate for the sex that I'm forbidden to have.
Having written all this, I still can't understand everything that happened. Brandy is still sexy-ugly to me. She has even gained a few pounds, which all went to her already substantial curves, and makes her even more sexy -- and flawed -- in my eyes. She is inventive in finding new ways to destroy my crippled ego. After sex with one of her men she loves to sit on my face, half smothering me and making sure I get any cum that is far up inside of her. She has talked to some of the women I work with and let them know how wretched she has made my life. At the office the girls all give me disgusted looks, as well as talking behind my back at snickering at me. I'm miserable, yet my desire for Brandy is stronger than ever. She has me in a perfect trap: I hate my marriage yet part of me wants it to go on and on.
What will happen next? Shy stops over all the time to take advantage of my available mouth. I taste her feet, pussy and ass several times a week. Now she's talking about having some of her girlfriends over for a party so they can all try me, smack me around, and do whatever they please to my body. I'm scared but have no say in the matter. In fact, Brandy says it should be a regular event. She has even mentioned loaning me out to them for whatever they want. The thought of becoming the body slave for half a dozen Black and Hispanic women terrifies me, yet every time I think about it my trapped manhood tries to grow erect in its little cage and my frustration mounts to new levels.
I have to stop now. Rock is here with his buddy Tony. Brandy just revealed to me that she's been fantasizing about a threesome with her and two Black men and now I'm going to have to watch as it becomes a reality. It's obvious now that I will remain trapped in my marriage to a slut, that it will keep getting worse, and that eventually I will be reduced to the lowliest status possible, even worse than what I've already sunk to.
There's no need for me to add anything else.
My clothes were all in the bedroom. My wallet was still in my pants. I couldn't leave the apartment. And that Black man, Rock, looked strong enough to pick me up and toss me. I meekly shuffled into the bedroom. Rock was sitting on the side of the bed kissing Brandy and pawing her breast with his wide dark hand, as if I wasn't even there. I didn't want to let that scene arouse me, but after getting so worked up the night before and not being allowed any release, my immature penis rose to attention. My cheeks grew warm as I blushed but the little poker wouldn't go down.
Brandy undid Rock's belt with practiced fingers and lowered his fly. He stood and she grinningly tugged down his pants. He slipped off his shoes, stepped out of his trousers, and pulled his shirt up and over his head. Brandy told me to stand at the foot of the bed for a better view. What I got to see, as Rock worked down his shorts, was a cock that put mine absolutely to shame. Brandy reached out to stroke it, making the dark rod swell even larger, and told me THAT was why I wasn't ever going to get my 'ridiculous pinky-finger-of-a-dick' into her.
Rock turned his attention to me, a mean look on his face. He said, "Get your mouth between my woman's legs right now, boy, and get her nice and wet before I stick her."
Queasy but too fearful to disobey, I scrambled onto the bed and shoved my lower face against Brandy's thick bush, my tongue already extended before I made contact, to lap her until she was sufficiently lubricated. It didn't take long and then Rock grabbed me by the back of the neck and tugged me roughly away from her and onto my feet. I staggered backward and nearly lost my balance. In the absence of other orders I retook my position at the foot of the bed, and slightly to the side because, as much as it pained me to see the woman I had hoped to start dating being taken by another, obviously superior man, I couldn't stop staring. Rock placed the tip of his rammer against her slightly parted labia and planted the entire bulbous head inside. Brandy murmured appreciatively and begged him for more.
"Sure, bitch," he said and fed several more inches into her. "You always want what Rock has, now don't you?"
"Yes, baby. Please give me more. I'll do anything you want."
"Damn right. And you don't want anything from that pitiful pink boy there, do you?"
"No. He's only good for sucking my pussy. And my ass."
Rock sank himself into her to his heavy balls, making Brandy gasp. "Damn, girl, you got him eating your ass already? On the first time out?" When she told him that was right, he said, "This one's got to be the wimpiest of them all. He's a keeper, baby. The way you like to have a pussyboy to boss around and go down on you, you might just as well MARRY this poor sucker." He pumped her slowly, getting her excited but not giving as much as she wanted. "Ain't that right?"
"Yes, Rock. I should make the little fart get married. I'd have his mouth handy whenever for my feet and pussy and ass. And..." She gulped air as he sped up slightly. "And to get me nice and wet before you jam your monster cock into me."
"Sounds like a plan, baby. You know you gotta do it."
With that he doubled his speed, effortlessly giving her a pair of loud orgasms. Brandy told him he was incredible and that I was worthless. She swore that she would make me marry her. After her second finish he allowed himself to empty his balls into her and then rolled off. She had a contented look on her face.
Rock got up and focused on me. He said, "Now you heard what she said. And you know a failure like you, without a real cock, ain't never gonna have any luck with the ladies. I'll bet you've never had a second date with any woman. Isn't that right?" I lowered my eyes and nodded. "And you love just being around Brandy, right? You're glad just to be her little pussylicker."
It wasn't true, at least not completely, but I didn't want to leave her. Somehow I thought that after time her attitude would soften. I said he was right.
"Okay," Rock decided out loud. "Than you two have got to, like, seal the deal. Get your stupid face back down there and clean up your girlfriend's cooch. Clean up your fiance."
Gagging at the thought of having to slurp up his cum, I nevertheless did as I was told. My will had already been broken. I obediently scooped out his thick output with my tongue, took it into my revulsed mouth, and made myself swallow it down. I had to fight not to cry. He kept me at it until I had recovered and ingested every bit of his cream. Then he had Brandy sit on the edge of the bed. I had to kneel with my eyes on her unsavory pussy because, as Rock explained, that was the main part of her I would be marrying. Then I had to propose, humiliatingly, to her hairy pubic mound. He fed me lines, along with a few she thought up, and I had to repeat them, promising never to expect sex, always to be ready to put my mouth on her feet, pussy or ass for as long as she wanted, to give her my pay, and to obey her every word without hesitation. As I spoke all those demeaning vows, which I feared would be irreversible, he pointed out to Brandy that I was still hard.
"He LIKES being your licky-licky boy," Rock insisted. "Hell, he NEEDS it. The fool isn't good for anything else. You're doing him a favor, baby. Now get turned around up on your knees, girl, so he can kiss your ass real good and make it official."
I did that too. Rock even pushed the back of my head, holding me with my face buried in her generously thick ass until I nearly smothered. And then he let me go. The two of them enjoyed a toast with cans of beer that I had to run and fetch from the fridge. They didn't even let me put on my shorts. Rock stayed for awhile, gave me a firm warning about not going back on the deal, and then enjoyed a last lingering kiss with my wife-to-be before he swaggered out the door.
Somehow I expected Brandy to tell me it had all been a bizarre joke. Even to grant me sex with her. Admitting that this was really happening was too much for me, so I went into some kind of crazy denial. Over the next several days we took care of all the formalities of getting a wedding license, having our blood work done, and buying rings -- an expensive beauty for her and a cheap excuse of one for me. Finally we went to City Hall, with Rock and his cousin Shyrese as witnesses. I was distracted by the young woman, whose curves were as overstated as Brandy's. And then, with the signing of a few documents it was done. I was married to Brandy after one date, after seeing her cheat on me, and after hearing her assurance that I would never be allowed sex with her.
We went back to her uncleaned apartment. Mine was nicer but she had made me sublet it and turn over the initial payment to her, as I would every time I received the rent on it. When we got there I had to pour champagne for the three of them. The reality of my new situation still hadn't fully registered on my mind. But it was all made clear to me after Rock got up and announced that it was time to consummate the marriage.
He told me, "You want your new wife to be happy, pink boy, so you better ask me real nice to take her to bed."
I stood there, my eyes goggling, my mouth working soundlessly. At last, intimidated and feeling defeated, I said, "Please take B... take my wife to bed."
"And?"
"And make love to her." When my words were met with a threatening glower, I tried harder. "Please take my new wife to bed and... screw her. Give her a night of lovemaking that she'll never forget." He seemed to approve, so I went on, feeling like coward, knowing Brandy and Shyrese were listening. "Please give my wife what I can't. Let her have your... big cock... instead of my... shrimp dick." The females giggled nastily. "And make sure she gets the orgasms I can't give her." I hesitated, but he appeared to expect more, so I added, "Except with my mouth."
"That's good," he decided. "Now let's move to the bedroom like you said, and get busy. Brandy needs you to use your tongue to get her nice and wet, so she can take everything I've got for her."
My wife sang out, "Damn straight, Rock. That monster cock of yours might tear me up if my licky-licky boy doesn't get me juicey."
In the bedroom they undressed each other. I had to take off my own clothes. Shyrese got her first view of my unimpressive dick and laughed wildly. She reached under her short skirt and slipped off her panties. Brandy laid back naked and told me to go to the closet and get out the pink shoebox. Not knowing what was going on, I did as I was told. She had me open it and inside was a pair of whorish high heels, bright red with ankle straps, that got me aroused in spite of myself. I had to put them on her and, with trembling hands, buckle the delicate straps. With nothing on but the exotic footwear, she was obscenely sexy. Her odd mix of sensual and less attractive qualities was further brought out by the addition of the shoes. I whimpered with need as she waved her feet in front of me, at the same time lewdly showing off her furry pussy.
Shyrese got behind me and teased my ears with her fingertips. Rock laid down next to Brandy and gave her an unhurried kiss. Then Shyrese steered me toward the mattress and my knowledge of what was expected took over. I got on my knees between Brandy's heavy but firm thighs and pressed my mouth against her unwashed sex. Drawing breath through my nose, I licked and sucked and got plenty of saliva on her. Shyrese meanwhile had stripped and kept on her own shoes, which were similar to the ones Brandy wore the night I first met her, but in navy blue. She stretched out alongside my bride.
At an order from Rock, I shifted from Brandy to the Black girl, my nose suddenly inches from a new pussy. Below a patch of short tight black hair, waited thick outer and inner lips. She had made no more effort to clean herself down there than Brandy had, and I was confronted with a stink as bad as, though different from, what I was familiar with. Choking back my revulsion, I lapped repeatedly at her before probing deeper and then sucking her large clit. At the same time Rock was happily mounting newlywed Brandy. She told him how much she wanted sex and how useless I was in that area. She repeated that my little dick would never feel the inside of her pussy, then reminded him that he was welcome to her whenever he pleased, and that I would always be there to get her 'sloppy wet' for him. He laughed softly and buried his tool with one decisive movement. She inhaled sharply and then purred appreciativly. With coaxing words she got him pumping her. Imitating her, Shyrese 'encouraged' me to eat her harder. As if I had any choice.
While my bride got soundly screwed, I had to slurp and slobber and bring the Black girl to a squirming climax. Less than a minute later Brandy had an orgasm too. Rock gave his partner a tender kiss and I had to do the same for Shyrese... on her puffy labia. It was degrading but I lacked the backbone to say no. Instead I allowed myself to be pushed deeper into sexual slavery without reward, and to show them that they hadn't approached any limit to what I would do. Worse, I found myself wildly aroused by the demeaning situation. I told myself it was only because I hadn't been allowed to finish for days, but knew that the line between sex and submission was beginning to blur in my mind. How much further would they drive me?
As before, I had to tongue up all of Rock's copious cum and swallow it. Tears were forming in my eyes by the time I finished that awful task. Soon he was growing hard again and Shyrese was demanding another climax. My throat constricted as I replaced my mouth on the Black girl's responsive pussy. When I finally finished her, the others were still happily humping, so Shyrese took advantage of the time we had to roll over and make me apply my mouth to her ass, as Brandy had taught me to do. I found myself performing analingus as my wife went into a second thrilled orgasm. I had to clean her once more, with Rock and Shyrese making jokes at my expense.
That was how our marriage was consummated. It guaranteed that I would never work up the nerve to even think out loud about real sex with my wife. The final horror for me was that Rock and Shy, as he called her, had bought me a gift. It was a small chastity tube that fitted over my little member and locked behind my scrotum, so that I couldn't achieve an erection. After that I wouldn't even be able to secretly masturbate. To drive home how bad was my predicament, the two females sexually teased me, toying with my nipples, massaging my balls, and making me kiss their feet. It was agonizing to become totally aroused and have no outlet for my urgent need. They told me that they would be sure to play with me every day and make certain that I had a permanent set of blue balls.
That, as I said in the beginning of this account Brandy is making me record, was two years ago. My ordeal has only gotten worse as time passed. Rock doesn't care that Brandy sleeps with other men. In fact, he likes it, and calls her a slut, which she finds exciting. She dresses trashy for him and strikes cheap poses whenever he's around. It gets both him and me horny, except that only he is allowed to screw her. And when he's not there she has a half dozen other guys who she calls when she wants sex. All of them are Black. She prefers that, I've observed, and she also takes pleasure from knowing that it upsets me. Occasionally she'll go back to the bar where we met, around closing time, and invite Ace to her messy apartment for raunchy sex. He never says no and, as will all her lovers, I have to be there to prepare her, to watch and listen, and to clean her up. Every one of her studs thinks I'm pathetic and they all mock and insult me. I'm desperate for the sex that I'm forbidden to have.
Having written all this, I still can't understand everything that happened. Brandy is still sexy-ugly to me. She has even gained a few pounds, which all went to her already substantial curves, and makes her even more sexy -- and flawed -- in my eyes. She is inventive in finding new ways to destroy my crippled ego. After sex with one of her men she loves to sit on my face, half smothering me and making sure I get any cum that is far up inside of her. She has talked to some of the women I work with and let them know how wretched she has made my life. At the office the girls all give me disgusted looks, as well as talking behind my back at snickering at me. I'm miserable, yet my desire for Brandy is stronger than ever. She has me in a perfect trap: I hate my marriage yet part of me wants it to go on and on.
What will happen next? Shy stops over all the time to take advantage of my available mouth. I taste her feet, pussy and ass several times a week. Now she's talking about having some of her girlfriends over for a party so they can all try me, smack me around, and do whatever they please to my body. I'm scared but have no say in the matter. In fact, Brandy says it should be a regular event. She has even mentioned loaning me out to them for whatever they want. The thought of becoming the body slave for half a dozen Black and Hispanic women terrifies me, yet every time I think about it my trapped manhood tries to grow erect in its little cage and my frustration mounts to new levels.
I have to stop now. Rock is here with his buddy Tony. Brandy just revealed to me that she's been fantasizing about a threesome with her and two Black men and now I'm going to have to watch as it becomes a reality. It's obvious now that I will remain trapped in my marriage to a slut, that it will keep getting worse, and that eventually I will be reduced to the lowliest status possible, even worse than what I've already sunk to.
There's no need for me to add anything else.
