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  He glared at me as he said this, never blinking. Finally, after thirty seconds, I could no longer hold his gaze, and I blinked.

  “Of course, you’d like to see my black cock in your wife. Do you want to know why I agreed to let you watch?”

  I nodded my head, afraid to make a sound, afraid that even a nod would provoke his anger.

  “Because she told me you’d clean her shit off my dick, after I fuck her. Is that right? Do you like to lick black cock?”

  I didn’t say anything, quivering slightly in fear.

  He scowled at me, and repeated, “Do you want to eat your wife’s shit off my dick, after I fuck her?”

  I nodded furiously.

  “Take off your clothes,” he ordered Kay. She immediately stripped, and I could see the fear in her eyes. Even though she had never had a more exciting lover, I knew she feared him. His temper was violent.

  “Unwrap my dick,” he ordered her. By the time she peeled off his pants and underwear, his cock was completely erect. It was the most enormous dick I’d ever seen, even on porn flicks.

  “Let’s see yours,” he said to me, with a smirk. When I hesitated, he said, “NOW!”

  I quickly peeled off my clothes, but in my fear and nervousness, my dick was limp. “Just what I thought,” he said. I hung my head, humiliated in front of my wife. His dick was a powerful weapon, mine was an embarrassment.

  “Sit there and watch how a real man uses his junk to subdue a bitch,” he said to me, pointing to the ottoman in our bedroom. Laying on his back, he motioned Kay to him, and she squatted over him, lowering her cunt onto his cock. His jet black cock stood up from his body, stiff as a board. It bent under the weight of her cunt, and she began sawing her slit on it, pleasuring him while teasing her clit. His face screwed up into a grimace of extreme pleasure as she ground her cunt on his cock. She panted, a bead of sweat forming on her brow as she pumped her slit on his cock furiously. She had been pumping him only for minutes, but it was obvious she was close to a climax. When it hit her, she grunted like a wild animal, writhing on his cock.

  Before she had even finished writhing through her orgasm, he lanced her engorged cunt. She was so aroused, she was able to take his incredible girth easily. Holding her hips, he pushed her down on his cock, impaling her fully. She grunted with the extreme pressure of his huge cock entering her. Though she was weak with the pleasure of her recent climax, she began pumping his dick, taking it in long strokes. Sweat poured from her brow as she pumped him for five, then ten, then twenty minutes.

  The Buck had three different women in his stable, and took at least one of them every day, sometimes two, usually having more than one orgasm according to Kay. So his stamina was legendary. Kay was exhausted, yet still the Buck took her, anxious to prove to her pussy white husband that his black cock owned her. I watched in awe as his cock dominated her into submission. She whimpered on his huge cock, her cunt raw from the abuse. I longed to watch him fill my wife with his cum so I could lick her. He knew I was a fucking pussy, and I knew it as well. I wanted to watch his cock twitch as he filled my wife with his cum.

  Kay could take no more of his club, and collapsed on top of him, panting. He let her rest for a moment, then lifted her off his chest. She had pulled her cunt off his cock, and he guided it back onto his shaft, allowing her to rest her clit on it. She again slid her cunt up and down his cock, pleasuring her clit with the pressure. Within minutes, she was moaning as she pumped her slit furiously. She groaned through an excruciating climax, her second, while he had yet to cum. She collapsed on his chest.

  “Come here, bitch,” he said to me. I got up and came over to the bed. “She tells me you got a man pussy. Is that true?”

  I nodded, my face reddening in shame.

  “Use it,” he said.

  I was still nude, and by now my dick was as hard as it could possibly be. It looked like a boy’s dick, next to Buck’s. I began to get into bed next to him, offering him my ass.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he said angrily, pushing me away. “You think I’m some kind of a fucking twink?” I was at a loss what he wanted.

  He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my head toward his cock. “Let me see that man puss,” he said. I realized he expected me to lick my wife’s juices off his cock, and I eagerly tried to wrap my lips around him. It quickly became clear that it was futile; his cock was too big for anybody to take in their mouth. Yet he expected me to do just that, and he wasn’t the kind of man that took disappointment easily.

  I did the only thing I could do. Kneeling over his crotch, I began licking his cock, up and down the entire length of it as he fondled Kay’s tits. I couldn’t accommodate the monstrous tool inside my mouth, but I could lick it. I licked it over and over, willing it to spit its load. As my tongue hit the overlap of his head at the top of the shaft, I rubbed my tongue over the spongy head, then pressed my tongue hard against the channel on the underside of his cock as I dragged it back down to his balls.

  My neck ached, my tongue cramped and sweat beaded my forehead as I continued licking for what seemed forever. He toyed with my wife’s body as I licked him. Finally, I felt him tense his body and his dick jerked violently, spitting his cum inside my mouth. I gagged on the intense pressure of his jism on the back of my throat and let his dick fall from my mouth. It twitched and a huge wad of cum flew into my eyes, stinging them. I was momentarily unable to see anything, and I felt his cum coating my face as he groaned. Kay immediately began lapping at my face, swallowing his cum. I wiped a wad off my chin and swallowed it, and we competed for the rest of his juice.

  I’ve not seen anything, before or since, as intense as the buck’s orgasm. His climax was like everything else about him; extremely powerful. You could practically feel the testosterone coursing through his body. I’m not homosexual, but still, I couldn’t help but be moved by his manliness. Whether or not you’re gay, it’s impossible not to be impressed by such an enormous erection and incredible stamina. His skin was very black, but his dick was completely jet black, black as coal, and it looked spectacular when erect.

  Unlike the bull, he enjoyed interacting with me, degrading and humiliating me. I have to admit, I received a certain thrill being dominated by the powerful buck. I wasn’t allowed to say a word in his presence, and was expected to do whatever he asked. And I was expected to clean his sperm after he used my wife. First he required me to lick his dick clean, then lick Kay clean until she squirmed through an orgasm.

  He began taking Kay only at our house, where I could watch him fuck my wife as he pointed out what a pussy cuck I was. Sometimes he’d bring another girl. Those were my favorite times. He enjoyed watching the girls lick each other, and so did I. It was clear that Kay was the oldest girl in his stable, which had now expanded to five. Even with Buck’s stamina, it was only a matter of time until he dropped her from the rotation. All the girls were white, and married. All of them were required to allow only Buck to fuck them, whenever he wanted. The husbands weren’t allowed sexual favors.

  Buck was extremely severe, in every way. Kay wasn’t allowed to leave the house after work without his permission. He gave no warning when he showed up, and I don’t even want to know what would have happened if she weren’t there when he did. If there was a pressing need for her to be gone after 5:30, such as a work commitment, he would have to be texted with the reason, so he could approve or deny the request.

  One night he arrived on his bike, and revved it in the driveway, rather than turn it off. I was surprised, since it had been weeks since he took her away to enjoy her. She ran out, and they drove off. Several hours later, she returned, and it wasn’t until the next day that I found out where they had gone.

  Buck showed up around seven to use Kay, and as soon as she took off her clothes, he turned her around for me to see her ass. “Do you like her new brand?” he asked. I was stunned to see that under the word BULL on her ass, she had added a new tattoo that said, BUCK. Just another reminder, for
the rest of my life, that I was a sissy. He had made sure that I would never forget that.

  He used her violently, taking out his hatred for the white race on her raw cunt, then had me lick his dick clean. When he was satisfied that I had cleaned it, he let me clean his massive load of sperm out of Kay. Most nights he just enjoyed humiliating me, but occasionally he allowed me to lick him to a second orgasm. Tonight was one of those nights. I worked on his shaft for twenty five minutes before he shot his load all over my face. He didn’t have to tell me to wipe it up and swallow it. I knew before he said a word that I would be expected to. It was part of my emasculation.

  As I had predicted, the visits became less frequent, and shorter. He no longer used me, as he apparently felt no further need to humiliate me. Rather than hatred, I now felt nothing but pity and disdain, and I knew that he would soon cull Kay from his herd.

  One night he texted Kay, telling him to drive to his place if she wanted to get fucked. Of course, she did. She texted back, asking if I could come. She was afraid of his apartment complex, especially after dark. There were always a lot of sketchy people hanging around.

  “Sure, bring her along,” he texted back.

  We didn’t talk on the way over. I think she knew that she would soon be dropped from Buck’s rotation. I can only imagine the overwhelming sense of loss she would experience when she had only me to satisfy her need for a man.

  The parking lot was poorly lit. There were light poles, but the lights had burned out, or more likely been shot out. The only light came from a couple of bare bulbs on people’s porch. It looked to be a Section 8 complex, and a rough one, at that. A few young black men were playing basketball on an old, bent hoop with no net, under the yellow glow of the only working light in the parking lot. Bugs hovered around the light. Several other groups of young, black people hung around, smoking cigarettes and talking. The scent of marijuana wafted through the air, and music came from several of the open windows, competing with the loud thumping of a car stereo playing hip hop music.

  We stuck out like a sore thumb, and I feared for our safety. The young men made no effort to conceal their interest in Kay’s half naked body, and they followed us as we made our way to Buck’s apartment, jeering at us and making lewd comments about Kay.

  “White bitch mighty fine,” one man said. “I wonder what whitey here doin’ with that fine shit.”

  Another kid said, “He ain’t doing shit with her. She need a nigger for that job.”

  “Like you?” another young boy said. “You wouldn’t know what to do with shit that fine.”

  “You would?” he retorted. “If it weren’t for your mama you wouldn’t get no split at all.”

  The other men laughed at that exchange. I could feel Kay’s fear as she trembled. I wasn’t feeling much better. Suddenly, a door opened and Buck stuck his head out the doorway.

  “You niggers get the fuck out of here, before I fuck you up. Don’t you see I got visitors? You come back here in thirty minutes, you hear? We gonna have a graduation party tonight.”

  The young men seemed very excited at that. I could easily guess the reason why. They went back to where they were, leaving us alone to enter Buck’s apartment. I could see why he preferred taking Kay in our house, rather than his. His apartment was small and dingy. Dishes were stacked in the sink, and it looked dirty. It appeared he spent much more time taking care of his bike than than his home.

  “Get on in here,” he said to Kay, grabbing her as she entered the room. I shut the door behind us. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he brought them up under her shirt and fondled her tits, playing with her sensitive nipples. His cock bulged under his shorts and pressed against Kay’s back. As he nuzzled her neck, she reached around and felt his erection through his shorts. I stood watching, wondering what to do. I knew better than to get too close, so I stood across the room, watching and feeling foolish.”

  Kay writhed in his embrace as he reached into her panties and found her wet pussy. Their lips locked together in a passionate kiss, and I burned with jealous envy as I watched her becoming more aroused than she ever could with me. Turning toward him, she fumbled with his shorts, trying to pull them down as he smirked at the wanton slut. She got them off, and his boxers followed, unleashing his mighty erection. She gawked at it hungrily, then knelt before him and began worshipping it with her mouth.

  She slurped and licked his dick, rubbed it against her cheeks and made love to it with her hands, marveling at the stiffness of the huge tool. He stood there smirking at me as she worshipped his dick, knowing that she had forgotten that I was even in the room. What she wanted…no, needed…didn’t require my presence. She had what she needed in her hands and mouth, and I could have left, for all she cared.

  Buck pulled away from her, leaving her crawling on her knees toward him, groveling. He backed into his bedroom, and laid down on his back on the unmade bed, and she climbed into bed with him. They wrestled together as lovers until Kay’s clothes were off. I’ve never seen her look sexier than when she was with Buck, turned on like never before.

  He pulled her on top of him and she plopped her wet slit directly on top of his dick, mashing it between her pussy and his belly. Supporting herself with her hands on his chest, she lifted a bit of the weight off his dick, and began sliding her moist slit up and down the length of it. His dick was long, over ten inches, and she slowly slid all the way from his sac to the head of his dick, then slowly dragged her slit back down, over and over. I could see the lust written all over her face. She was trying to milk his dick, but in the process she was teasing her clit mercilessly.

  Given his stamina, I didn’t know if Kay was going to be able to delay her climax long enough to milk him dry. Fifteen minutes she milked him, and though his face was knotted up into a grimace of ecstasy, he still hadn’t cum. Suddenly Kay grunted and began bucking her hips wildly, riding his dick with her clit as she thrashed through an intense climax. When it was over she collapsed on his chest, panting.

  Buck gave her a few moments to recover, then lifted her upper body off his chest. She resumed sliding her spent cunt on his impossibly stiff dick. She groaned with the pressure on her clit, which was always very sensitive after an orgasm. I could see her change the angle of her butt, trying to avoid contact on her clit.

  She rode him for another five minutes, then ten. He must have just had sex before we arrived; there’s no other way he could have this kind of stamina, otherwise. Sweat poured from Kay’s brow and dripped on him as she continued pumping his dick, determined to milk the juice from his huge balls.

  Her large breasts hung over his chest, right in front of his eyes, and he eagerly kneaded them as he pinched, pulled, twisted and bent her stiff nipples. After fifteen minutes, Kay shifted her angle, again allowing her clit to rub directly on his dick. She picked up the tempo, taking long strokes up and down his dick faster than before. Her clit flew over his dick, and she grunted each time she bumped her clit against his spongy head.

  I could see that she was approaching another climax, and now she concentrated on one spot on his dick, taking very short, fast strokes directly against her clit.

  “Come here, puss,” he said to me, in a raspy voice. I couldn’t imagine what he wanted with me. When I approached the bed, he reached up and put his hand on my back, then pulled me down. I leaned over him, and he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it to his torso. My face was inches from his dick, and as he grunted I saw a wad of cum fly out of his dick. I quickly closed my eyes and felt the cum splash on my face. Three, four more wads flew out, drenching my face. Watching her lover spray my face took Kay over the edge, and she writhed through another tremendous orgasm.

  When she collapsed onto Buck, he pushed her off and got up and stood before me, allowing me to clean his dick of any remaining cum. I could taste the scent of my wife’s pussy on his dick. His cum dripped off my face, and he made me lick it up off his body and bed. When he was satisfied that I had cleaned him sufficie
ntly, he put his shorts back on. I began to move over toward Kay, to clean her, as usual.

  “Not this time, cuck,” he said. “You sit down over there and listen to me. You know I love fucking up the lives of white cocksuckers like you by fucking up their women beyond repair. But you enjoy it, and that takes the fun out of it for me. The only reason I didn’t move on earlier is because she’s so fucking fine, but I got too many other fucking white cucks to take care of, so I’m going to let her go. I got you over here tonight to give her a little sending off party.”

  Saying that, he went to the door and opened it. The young men we’d seen coming in were there, and they had obviously invited friends, because there were at least twelve young black men waiting. Buck nodded, and they came in. When they saw Kay, they started shedding their clothes. I thought there was going to be a melee. They were all pushing and shoving, trying to be first in line to take Kay. They swarmed her, and I could barely make out what was going on with all the bodies.

  One man pumped her pussy while another had his dick in her mouth. Wherever she reached out there was a stiff dick, and she eagerly fondled them while they waited their turn to enter her. One after the other the young men spent their sperm in her, using her as a rag to wipe their filthy peckers. After they satisfied themselves, they left, and other men came into the room to replace them.

  Kay was fucked in every orifice for over half an hour. By the time the room emptied, her eyes were glazed over and she appeared comatose, as though in shock. “Clean her,” Buck ordered, and I was forced to swallow the cum of the men that had forcefully taken my wife. There was cum everywhere, all over her body. I licked it from her face, then worked my way down to her pussy. By the time I cleaned her pussy, she had her hand on the back of my head, holding me to make sure I didn’t stop licking her.