Toad, Chapter 3
“toad” part III
by c.w. cobblestone
The theme from “Jaws” played in my head as I shined pair after pair of Janie’s shoes. I couldn’t hear the conversation in the living room downstairs, save for the occasional sisterly titter, but it sounded like they were having a ball while I wallowed in misery.
When the door opened and slammed shut, I threw up a little in my mouth. Hanging my head, I steeled myself for the inevitable.
The girls giggled as I dashed down the staircase and fell to my knees in front of Omar, greeting him as required.
“Welcome home, sir, may I take off your shoes, sir?”
In response, he lifted his foot and wiggled it. As I removed each sneaker, I performed the mandatory ritual of bending down and kissing his socked toes.
“Go fix me a drink, bitch,” he said over his shoulder as he strutted toward the couch and my eagerly waiting wife.
I scurried to the kitchen while peeking at Omar, who plopped on the sofa and scooped Janie into his arms.
Within seconds, I was kneeling before my master offering his drink. He bent down and took a sip before placing it back in my hands, and I maintained that position while he relaxed and chatted with the ladies.
Omar smiled at Lisa. “So, Janie didn’t tell me she had such a sexy sister.”
“Ooh, you’re right, sis — he IS a charmer,” Lisa told Janie.
“That he is.” My wife smiled.
“I know how to treat a pretty lady, that’s all,” Omar said. “I just tell it how it is.”
“Well, I’m so glad you two found each other,” Lisa said. “Janie’s never been so happy.”
“Yeah, I hate to think of all the years she wasted with this turd,” my master said, flicking me painfully on the ear before scooping his drink from my hands. He took a long gulp, placed it back into my cupped palms and tweaked my nose. “You get my Xbox set up for me, faggot?”
I gulped. “N-no, sir. I … I forgot.”
“You forgot?!”
Omar snatched the glass from my hand, downed it, set it on the table — then slapped the living shit out of me, sending me tumbling to the carpet. While I held my face and sobbed, I peeped up at my wife and her sister, who both had evil smiles on their faces.
My master snapped his fingers and pointed. “Kneel your toad ass back up here.”
I complied and braced for another smack. Omar obliged.
SLLLLAPPP!!!!
My head snapped sideways, but I held myself upright, per Omar’s orders.
“Didn’t I tell you to have that shit done by the time I got home?”
SLLLLAPP!!!
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Then why the fuck …”
SLLLLAAPPP!!!
“… ain’t that shit …”
SLLLLAPPP!!!
“… done?”
SLLLLAPPP!
Through the hailstorm of blows, I saw Lisa filming my ass-whipping with her cellphone while my wife watched with a crooked smile, absent-mindedly stroking her thigh. This was obviously turning her on.
SLLLAPPPPPP!!!
“What do you got to say for yourself, bitch?”
SLLLLLLAAAAAPPP!!
“I … I … I’m sorry, sir.”
SLLLAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
As Omar reared back to hit me yet again, Janie touched his arm.
“Hang on, babe, I got to something to tell you.”
“What’s that, baby-girl?”
“Well … the truth is, toad didn’t really forget to do your Xbox — Lisa thought it would be kinda sexy to watch you kick his ass, so I told him to go polish my shoes and tell you he forgot.”
Omar cracked up. “Damn, baby-girl, you cold.” He leered at Lisa. “So, what did you think? Was it sexy like you hoped?”
Without warning, he slapped the shit out of me again, prompting Lisa to squeal while I held my swollen cheek and cried.
“You’re damn right that shit’s sexy,” my sister-in-law purred. “He just kneels there and takes it like a little bitch. Like Janie said: You and the toad aren’t even part of the same species.”
“You hear that, toad?” Omar smiled at me. “You’re making me look good.”
“Oh, you don’t need that ugly bastard to look good, baby,” my wife said, sneering my way.
Omar patted the couch next to him and licked his lips at Lisa. “Come sit over here, girl. Don’t be shy.”
Lisa grinned at her sister. “Are we really doing this?”
“I don’t know … you think Mom would approve?” Janie asked before both sisters broke into giggles.
“You know she would.” Lisa sashayed over to the couch and bent over in front of Omar, shaking her butt a few times before sitting next to him, providing the alpha male with a beautiful woman on each arm. He turned toward Lisa and began kissing her while my wife undid his fly, removed his dick from his pants and sucked it.
I continued kneeling there with my head bowed, my face still throbbing and my soul hurting even worse. In contrast, the man of the house was in his glory, enjoying a nice blowjob from my wife and a snog with my sexy sister-in-law. I hated the smug sonofabitch with every fiber of my being.
After a few minutes, he ordered me to refill everyone’s drinks and take them up to the bedroom. I obeyed, and then knelt on the carpet as my master led his two playthings toward the bed.
Lisa lay on the mattress, wiggled her panties off and spread her legs. As Omar started to mount her, he barked over his shoulder, “come lick my booty-hole.”
Flushed with shame, I obeyed and did my best to hold my breath. At first Omar poked gently, but he increased the intensity of his thrusts, making my head rock violently back and forth as I tried keeping my tongue buried in his asshole. Far above me, my wife licked her lover’s ear, which made him pump harder, threatening to snap my neck.
To my great relief, Omar finally let out a cry, and his O-ring squeezed my tongue in waves as he enjoyed what appeared to be a satisfying, powerful orgasm. He rolled off my sister-in-law and pointed to her dripping pussy.
“Clean that up, toad.”
I pulled my face out of his ass. “Yes, sir.”
Lisa crinkled her nose. “That’s fucking nasty.”
Janie giggled. “OMG, I forgot this is the first time you’ve had the toad clean you.”
“What kind of low-down piece of shit licks another man’s cum from a woman’s pussy?” Lisa glowered at me. “Go ahead, you fucking loser. Do it.”
As I began sucking up Omar’s mess, my wife told her sister, “you should slap the shit out of him. You wouldn’t believe how good it feels.”
Two seconds later I saw stars. Then she smacked me upside the head a second time. And a third. But I kept on licking like a good slave.
When Lisa’s pussy was clean, Omar snapped his fingers and I finished my cleanup duties by licking the juices off his dick, balls and ‘taint. He pushed my head away when he was satisfied.
“Alright, toad, get the fuck out of here. If my Xbox ain’t set up pretty soon, I’m gonna put my foot up your ass, you hear?”
“Y-yes, sir, I’ll have it done right away, sir.”
Omar scoffed. “Ass-sucking faggot.”
“T-thank you, sir.”
I scurried away to the humiliating chorus of feminine giggles.
by c.w. cobblestone
The theme from “Jaws” played in my head as I shined pair after pair of Janie’s shoes. I couldn’t hear the conversation in the living room downstairs, save for the occasional sisterly titter, but it sounded like they were having a ball while I wallowed in misery.
When the door opened and slammed shut, I threw up a little in my mouth. Hanging my head, I steeled myself for the inevitable.
The girls giggled as I dashed down the staircase and fell to my knees in front of Omar, greeting him as required.
“Welcome home, sir, may I take off your shoes, sir?”
In response, he lifted his foot and wiggled it. As I removed each sneaker, I performed the mandatory ritual of bending down and kissing his socked toes.
“Go fix me a drink, bitch,” he said over his shoulder as he strutted toward the couch and my eagerly waiting wife.
I scurried to the kitchen while peeking at Omar, who plopped on the sofa and scooped Janie into his arms.
Within seconds, I was kneeling before my master offering his drink. He bent down and took a sip before placing it back in my hands, and I maintained that position while he relaxed and chatted with the ladies.
Omar smiled at Lisa. “So, Janie didn’t tell me she had such a sexy sister.”
“Ooh, you’re right, sis — he IS a charmer,” Lisa told Janie.
“That he is.” My wife smiled.
“I know how to treat a pretty lady, that’s all,” Omar said. “I just tell it how it is.”
“Well, I’m so glad you two found each other,” Lisa said. “Janie’s never been so happy.”
“Yeah, I hate to think of all the years she wasted with this turd,” my master said, flicking me painfully on the ear before scooping his drink from my hands. He took a long gulp, placed it back into my cupped palms and tweaked my nose. “You get my Xbox set up for me, faggot?”
I gulped. “N-no, sir. I … I forgot.”
“You forgot?!”
Omar snatched the glass from my hand, downed it, set it on the table — then slapped the living shit out of me, sending me tumbling to the carpet. While I held my face and sobbed, I peeped up at my wife and her sister, who both had evil smiles on their faces.
My master snapped his fingers and pointed. “Kneel your toad ass back up here.”
I complied and braced for another smack. Omar obliged.
SLLLLAPPP!!!!
My head snapped sideways, but I held myself upright, per Omar’s orders.
“Didn’t I tell you to have that shit done by the time I got home?”
SLLLLAPP!!!
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Then why the fuck …”
SLLLLAAPPP!!!
“… ain’t that shit …”
SLLLLAPPP!!!
“… done?”
SLLLLAPPP!
Through the hailstorm of blows, I saw Lisa filming my ass-whipping with her cellphone while my wife watched with a crooked smile, absent-mindedly stroking her thigh. This was obviously turning her on.
SLLLAPPPPPP!!!
“What do you got to say for yourself, bitch?”
SLLLLLLAAAAAPPP!!
“I … I … I’m sorry, sir.”
SLLLAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
As Omar reared back to hit me yet again, Janie touched his arm.
“Hang on, babe, I got to something to tell you.”
“What’s that, baby-girl?”
“Well … the truth is, toad didn’t really forget to do your Xbox — Lisa thought it would be kinda sexy to watch you kick his ass, so I told him to go polish my shoes and tell you he forgot.”
Omar cracked up. “Damn, baby-girl, you cold.” He leered at Lisa. “So, what did you think? Was it sexy like you hoped?”
Without warning, he slapped the shit out of me again, prompting Lisa to squeal while I held my swollen cheek and cried.
“You’re damn right that shit’s sexy,” my sister-in-law purred. “He just kneels there and takes it like a little bitch. Like Janie said: You and the toad aren’t even part of the same species.”
“You hear that, toad?” Omar smiled at me. “You’re making me look good.”
“Oh, you don’t need that ugly bastard to look good, baby,” my wife said, sneering my way.
Omar patted the couch next to him and licked his lips at Lisa. “Come sit over here, girl. Don’t be shy.”
Lisa grinned at her sister. “Are we really doing this?”
“I don’t know … you think Mom would approve?” Janie asked before both sisters broke into giggles.
“You know she would.” Lisa sashayed over to the couch and bent over in front of Omar, shaking her butt a few times before sitting next to him, providing the alpha male with a beautiful woman on each arm. He turned toward Lisa and began kissing her while my wife undid his fly, removed his dick from his pants and sucked it.
I continued kneeling there with my head bowed, my face still throbbing and my soul hurting even worse. In contrast, the man of the house was in his glory, enjoying a nice blowjob from my wife and a snog with my sexy sister-in-law. I hated the smug sonofabitch with every fiber of my being.
After a few minutes, he ordered me to refill everyone’s drinks and take them up to the bedroom. I obeyed, and then knelt on the carpet as my master led his two playthings toward the bed.
Lisa lay on the mattress, wiggled her panties off and spread her legs. As Omar started to mount her, he barked over his shoulder, “come lick my booty-hole.”
Flushed with shame, I obeyed and did my best to hold my breath. At first Omar poked gently, but he increased the intensity of his thrusts, making my head rock violently back and forth as I tried keeping my tongue buried in his asshole. Far above me, my wife licked her lover’s ear, which made him pump harder, threatening to snap my neck.
To my great relief, Omar finally let out a cry, and his O-ring squeezed my tongue in waves as he enjoyed what appeared to be a satisfying, powerful orgasm. He rolled off my sister-in-law and pointed to her dripping pussy.
“Clean that up, toad.”
I pulled my face out of his ass. “Yes, sir.”
Lisa crinkled her nose. “That’s fucking nasty.”
Janie giggled. “OMG, I forgot this is the first time you’ve had the toad clean you.”
“What kind of low-down piece of shit licks another man’s cum from a woman’s pussy?” Lisa glowered at me. “Go ahead, you fucking loser. Do it.”
As I began sucking up Omar’s mess, my wife told her sister, “you should slap the shit out of him. You wouldn’t believe how good it feels.”
Two seconds later I saw stars. Then she smacked me upside the head a second time. And a third. But I kept on licking like a good slave.
When Lisa’s pussy was clean, Omar snapped his fingers and I finished my cleanup duties by licking the juices off his dick, balls and ‘taint. He pushed my head away when he was satisfied.
“Alright, toad, get the fuck out of here. If my Xbox ain’t set up pretty soon, I’m gonna put my foot up your ass, you hear?”
“Y-yes, sir, I’ll have it done right away, sir.”
Omar scoffed. “Ass-sucking faggot.”
“T-thank you, sir.”
I scurried away to the humiliating chorus of feminine giggles.
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