I had the headache and Sue had the anxiety. She's not prone to it per se, but the thought of having her legs up over Lloyd's big shoulders whilst he muscled his throb meat between her legs made her fret. It was partly the thought of loosing it on Lloyd's cock and someone filming. It was partly the idea that others would wank their loads over her face and tits. But it was too that quite probably Lloyd was going to give Tyrone a go on her. Tyrone scared the hell out of her. He was such an arrogant animal when it came to touching, kissing and petting. We stood in the master bedroom and stared at the rows of designer gear that she had in her wardrobe. I'd long since moved my gear out, this was Lloyd's fuck place. So far I had painted her nails for her and hooked the stockings up to her suspender belt. Her stockings were seamed at the back and they made her legs look uber svelte. The fact that after tonight they would be laddered to hell didn't seem to signify.
'You're so confident...because of him, because of how proud he is of how you walk out together. I haven't seen you nervous before' I admitted.
That was a first, talking like that to my wife. Since she had been getting a truly masculine black cock I wasn't normally asked about anything. Now though Sue was pensive.
'This will change us' she admitted, 'this is going to push you way down. Once I'm fucking in public, once I'm handed about, you will mean nothing to me'.
I sucked down a breath. I meant little to her already. It was already too late to try and pull her back from Lloyd. It was all too easy to elbow me out. Now though she meant something more. She would be his bitch. She would fuck to order, any where and any time. It was amongst the bitches that breeding followed on. Once she was bred, well, then I was truly nothing but the most meagre and distant of helping hands.
'I know' I admitted. I dropped my head. Honestly after all the fucking on our bed, I was still capable of shame.
'If you'd only tried to be a man' she mused and handed me a tiny black leather mini skirt. It was the decision moment. She wanted to wear something that Lloyd could easily unzip and push up. She wanted to wear something that could be 'rucked' so that her legs were spread good and wide and then everyone heard the slap, slap, slap of robust cocking. I knelt and held the skirt whilst she stepped into it, raising it but leaving the waist band button open until she had chosen her bra and a teasing blouse. She picked out a balcony bra. It put her tits on a plate. She shivered. I think the feel of me clipping it in place for her made her anticipate the truly physical fuck she was going to take. The blouse over top of that was diaphanous, barely covering the shape of her lovely breasts.
'kiss cunt' she said.
I blinked. My usual toileting was after sex, when her body was still dripping a wet with glutinous black cock semen. Now I was to kiss her there before hand. She habitually called her sex that name. It was the crudest and yet most arousing word that I knew. it made her sex something that she objectified and gave to Lloyd. It made her sex the portal by which he got inside her brain and made her long for his cock above everything else in the world. It was the completeness of the worshipping, the absolute obsession with his touch and squirting phallus that ruined Sue for me.
I knelt, quickly, purposefully and looked up at her. She unzipped the bottom of the leather skit hem and peeled the material aside to reveal cunt. Cunt was part shaven so that her labia looked big and juicy. Cunt was marked up with an ace of spade tattoo just above her minge line, one that had 'Lloyd' marked out in neat scroll lettering beneath. Sue opened her sex lips and showed me what had been vigorously drilled out. She showed me the blackness of her hole within the peach wet interior. It didn't stay shut anymore. It dripped. It dripped constantly and never more so than when she was ovulating.
'Go on' she insisted gently.
I kissed her pubes just above her slitty.
'No...you have to kiss it, worship it full on. You have to show me that you accept I will be his bitch. You will be nothing..'
I licked her sex and my mouth filled with her salty juices. I licked again and more dribbled into my mouth. The more I licked the more it flowed.
'I love Lloyd' she said hoarsely, rubbing herself against my mouth.
'I know you do' I admitted.
'I need to fuck...I need to fuck very hard and very often. You're useless...all you're good for is as a cunt wipe' she observed.
I caressed her clitty with my pursed lips. I felt it bulge into my mouth, a pulse pushing against my tongue. I felt her tap my shoulder. I didn't let go, so I was roughly pushed away. There... it had been enough to prepare for the night.
I drove the Mercedes estate car up to the wood after they had sunk a few drinks in a bar. As usual, I was on lime and soda. As usual they necked and kissed in front of me. You learn to be a shadow, something cast on the wall. You have a presence a substance only because of what they do. Lloyd's hand stroked her soft white throat, ran down over her breasts and onto her slim wrist. They wore designer watches together, same brand, to signal their coupledom.
'Babe there are so going to be niggas who want a piece of you tonight' Lloyd growled. Another word that made me recoil, but he used it, he used it a lot.
Sue glanced in my direction.
'I'll fuck however and whoever you want...I always will' she breathed.
'You show your hole to Tyrone too bitch?' he asked.
Sue nodded. Shit. She nodded.
We left the main road and took what amounted to little more than a track down through the trees. There were a lot of cars parked up. Sometimes a meek husband stood outside, having a smoke whilst his wife took cock in the cab. In other cases though the tail gate was up on estates and vans and you could see ultra physical men stoking pussy, whilst scrappy sandals or high heeled black leather boots shook rhythmically up over their burly shoulders. Little groups of men and a few women gathered around to witness the exquisite ecstasy that the bitches faces registered as they got slammed.
'Over there man' said Lloyd, who had spotted Tyrone's car.
We drew up alongside it. I killed the engine and watched Lloyd pet my wife in the back. His hand slid casually beneath her skirt hem to feel her welcoming sex. Yeah, nice and wet and freely available. You could almost hear the words as Lloyd purred his affection into her ear.
'Get out' he told me.
I did as I was told. I understood. Cucked husbands had to witness. There was no staying in the car, no taking a shameful walk through the bushes whilst wife got cunny filled.
'You're shaking' Lloyd observed and taking Sue around to the back of the Mercedes estate car. I watched him raise the back flap. I watched him place a rug over the lip of the back and then shake Tyrone's hands.
'You know my bitch don't you' he said to the smiling Tyrone. His bro nodded. He started to kiss my wife. He kissed her with his mouth open, his tongue pushing, pushing, inside. Lloyd smiled at me.
'She needs to be fucked man, I mean properly fucked. You never been up to that. No amount of shaking his going to change that kinda thing. Bitches like her, they outclass men like you. So we take them off your sort.' His tone was almost convivial, and matter of fact. He didn't bark the words at me. It was as if we were reviewing the outcome of a ball game or something. I had lost. I always lost. I would loose eternally.
'I know' I admitted.
Tyrone pushed his hand between my wife's legs. There was only a momentary resistance and then she spread them some so that he could enjoy her properly. I watched as Sue dutifully got his prick out. It was a stalk, curved with a bell end on top of it like an insanely inflated hooded mushroom. It was pinker than his cock skin as though it had worked a few cunnies before.
'Take your dick out, work it' said Lloyd.
'No! Please' I begged. I didn't want to do that. A few people strolled over and they were smiling. They were all smiling. Black dudes, several white bitches, interested, casually inspecting.
'Take your fucking dick out' said Lloyd.
I did as he told me. I took it out semi erect, of modest disposition and attitude, and I started to stroke it. If I hadn't needed to tug before I did then. Tyrone was rubbing his bare cock head up and down the slit between Sue's juicing lips. I watched her slide her arms around her cocker's neck and cling to him as best she good. The master cock slid inside to a murmur of approval.
'She'll fuck like a whore if I tell her to' said Lloyd.
Tug, tug, tug I pulled on my cock. I'm not circumcised so my bulging wink head has to push through my flap foreskin. it did so, back and forth and I winced each time as my foreskin pulled.
'You ever fucked a bitch that way?' Lloyd wondered, smiling first at me and then at assembled onlookers.
I shook my head.
No...I had never fucked a woman that way. I had never fucked one properly. I had never fucked Sue in the way that she deserved to be fucked.
Tyrone took my wife's weight on his powerful hips. He started to work her up and down his cock like she was a tube. Sue's tits were bouncing now and I saw her throw her head back so that Tyrone could kiss her throat.
'She's loosing it man, look at that bitch take it!' an onlooker said. The women looked on, enviously.
I tugged so fucking hard my frenulum tore. I felt my skin suddenly give, the sharp pain beneath my cock and then the skin more free. Fucking hell, he held her like a doll. She was a toy on his cock. Slap, slap, slap as he bounced her up and down his shaft.
'Women get so banged up that way' Lloyd observed and nudged me with a smile.
I worked my cock. I worked it till I grunted. I worked it so sharp and hard that I winced each time I tugged back.
'I'll put in the family way first,' mused Lloyd, 'then may be Tyrone?'
Sue was climaxing on the bull. I watched the way her back locked hard and she strained hard on the cock that was owning her. Her neck flushed puce and she eagerly sought his mouth for kisses.
'When a bitch is on heat man, she'll climax like that all night long......aaaaall night long' Lloyd observed.
I shook my head, shaking with the furious dragging on my cock.
'You lick her up ready son...like I told bitch to have you do?' Lloyd interrogated me with a look.
It was no good. I was spurting every where, on the grass, down my hands and all over my hand. A girl with a black guy watching giggled when she saw that.
I grunted hard. Like an animal I grunted and dragged the spunk out. Each time I shot some my balls knotted like a mess of ferrets in a sack.
'Fuck...oh fuck!' I gasped, wasting my spunk.
Lloyd looked down. I'd 'wet' myself. But the night was yet young.
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