When Breeding Up Means Breeding Black

In tears at my total, final abandonment by my wife I finished removing my shirt, trying to remember to do some teasing moves as I tossed it to the floor. I then stumbled out of my trousers, leaving me naked but for my socks and boxer shorts. Despite my terror, my balls were swollen with months of cum and my tiny dick was rock hard and throbbing at the sight of three hot females preening themselves and giggling in front of me. It was very visible, sticking out of my shorts. All the time, the song 'Short Dick Man' was playing.

"Ooh, look!" Caroline said, flexing her cane. "Look at wimp boy's little weener. He's getting turned on without permission. I might have to thrash his sad ass." Terrified, my cock went limp at the thought of a whipping.

"C'mon," said Rachael between giggles. "I want to see it all. Don't hold back, baby!"

I moved my hips from side to side in tune with the music and pulled my boxers to the floor, stumbling as I stepped out of them, which brought renewed giggles from the girls. I stood there stark naked.

"Don't fucking stop, wimp boy!" said Masta D. "Dance for our bitches. Shake that fucking ass!!"

I continued to dance, shaking my ass and rubbing my breasts like a striptease artist. The girls were in hysterics. They were getting ***** and high. Then Caroline took off her stilettos. "Put these on and carry on dancing, bitch." she ordered, handing them to me.

The evil slut must have been a couple of sizes smaller than me and I struggled to fit the shoes onto my bare feet. I managed to get them on, but it was painful and almost impossible to carry on dancing. I stumbled again, this time mercifully keeping my balance.

"Sara, may I dance with your husband?" asked Rachael

Be my guest!" said Sara. "But make that ex-husband. I'm divorcing his sad ass. Then Masta D's going to breed me."

Rachael took another draw on the joint and then hauled herself off the knee of her massive, muscled black lawyer boyfriend. She sauntered up to me, put her arms round my neck and pulled me close, her nipples grazing my chest and her pretty face inches from mine. Despite the pain and humiliation, I found myself getting hard again. Rachael started moving against me in time to the music and despite my footwear I did my best to dance with her. Then she started kissing and licking my neck.

"Ooh Darren!" Rachael breathed in my ear as my cock sprung to attention. "Am I making you hard? Because if I am, Caroline might have to do something about that."

I glanced down at Rachael's cleavage, her big, engorged breasts, soft and firm under the T-shirt emblazoned with the word "SLUT." Then I looked over her shoulder at Caroline. She was flushed, her black boyfriend pawing her heaving breasts as she lay back on the sofa and flexed her cane.

"Now let's see..." Rachael said. She reached down and began to tickle my full balls with her dainty fingers.

"Nooo!" I said. "Please!" Her bullet-hard nipples brushed against my chest. My cock strained under her ministrations.

"Ooh, I think he's hard. Though..." Rachael hesitated. "He's so fucking miniscule it's hard to tell. Are you hard, wimp dick?"

She looked me in the face, her perfect face inches from mine . "Ooh, Darren, you ARE. Your tiny fuckin' pencil dick is getting hard."

She continued to stroke my balls. "You know you're not supposed to get hard. We may have to take you down to the garage, darling."

She then nonchalantly kneed me in my engorged balls, as hard as she could. I fell to the floor in agony, rolling around, still in high heels and nothing else.

"AAAAAARGH!" I cried.

"Shut the fuck up. You deserved that. You insulted me by getting hard." said Rachael, and sat back down on her black boyfriend's knee. His big hands immediately started to massage her heaving breasts. The girls were all laughing hard.

"Do you bring the ping pong bat, Rach?" asked Sara between giggles.

I think I've got it somewhere." Rachael giggled. "Do you really think he'll need his nuts paddling after Caroline has been to work on him with that nasty cane?"

"Mmm. He might" said Sara, twisting her pretty stockinged foot absent-mindedly. "It depends how well behaved he is."

"WHO TOLD YOU TO STOP DANCING, BITCH BOY?" asked Caroline's black boyfriend, an evil mother fucker with bulging muscles and six-pack abs whose name I later learned was Reefer J.

Terrified, my balls throbbing painfully, I stumbled to my feet and redoubled my efforts, despite the fact that Caroline's shoes were digging into my skin. I carried on dancing as the fertile, pretty white girls soul kissed with their muscular black mates. They all looked so fucking hot I couldn't believe it. The room reeked of sex and I knew their pussies were all primed, slick and ready to be fucked by black cocks at the sight of my total humiliation.

Caroline broke her soul kiss and looked at me. "You ready to come to the garage with me Darren?" she asked. "We've got things all set up for you down there you know. We've been waiting for this day for a while, especially Sara."

I glanced over at the obscene site of my slutty wife writhing on Masta D's black finger, which had slipped into her knickers as she stroked his hard rod through his slacks.

Rachael stood up, arching her breasts proudly, the thin 'slut" T shirt stretched even tighter around them. "Well I want to go to the garage and maybe play ping pong with Darren." she said. "C'mon everyone, I want to see him suffer."

"Yes, come on Sara!" urged Caroline, flexing her long cane. "You know it will be much more of a turn on if you're being fingered while I whip the flesh off his sorry white ass."

Sara smiled and stood up, smoothing down her dress. "I guess you're right Caroline." she said. "Let's head for the garage guys!"

"Nooo pleeeaseee!" I pleaded but to no avail.

The three black men roughly dragged me towards the door, while the girls looked on, giggling. I struggled, but was no match for three big guys, who slapped and kicked me as they dragged me out of the room.

Inside the garage was a vaulting horse with straps on its legs. In front of it was a sofa and chairs. All three girls sat down on the sofa, crossing their shapely legs. Still naked except for Caroline's high-heeled shoes, I was forced over the horse by the men, and my arms and legs tied securely.

"Do you know what this is, Darren?" said Caroline, standing in front of me, flexing the cane again and stroking her nipples. "This is a caning horse, and you're going to get caned."

"Really. Fucking. Hard." she added.

"It's what happens to criminals." said Rachael, licking her lips and arching her breasts again. The bitch was obviously in heat.

"Yes darling!" piped in Sara, her breasts also heaving. "And if you show any disrespect or make any noise other than thanking Caroline, you're going to get your balls paddled by Rach too."

I noticed that Rachael was clutching a ping-pong bat, slapping it absent-mindedly against her thigh as she gazed at me.

"Mmmmmm... Darren, after every stroke, I want you to say "Thank you ma"am, please may I have another?"" Rachael explained. "Say that and nothing else, and you'll be spared a ball-paddling."

"But... but..." I writhed but the straps were secure. Then one of the black guys slapped my ass, hard, with the palm of his hand. "AAAAgh!" I yelled.

"No, darling. Thank him." said Sara. "Say "Thank you sir, may I have another?""

"Oh god...er.....thank you sir, may I have another?" I said, with tears in my eyes. I was realising that I should play along with their game if I wanted to get out of this situation with my balls intact.

CRACK!

"OWWWW!" I yelled.

"That's two strokes of the bat you're due already, Darren, for making a noise." said Sara matter-of-factly. The dirty bitch was well-settled in next to Masta D and they had already resumed their foreplay, my wife stroking her lover's cock-bulge and nibbling his pecs. Caroline stood up and swished her cane. "OK bitch boy. You ready for this?" she said. She swished it again harder.

"Don't hold back Caroline." said Rachael, fingering her bat. "Make him scream for me baby. I want to paddle bitch boy's balls later."