They entered a bedroom and there
was a black man lying on the bed with his arms crossed behind his head. He had an athletic stature with long pair of
limps and appropriate muscles. His head
was a shaved skull and except for a pair of black briefs he had no clothing on
himself. His feature resembled that of
the long-deceased actor Yul Bryner. He
was watching a program on the TV set when Dave and Howard came and stood a few
feet from the bed. Dave had a look of
humbleness as he stood before the man’s presence whereas Howard stared with a
mixture of confusion and bafflement at what he was doing there. The blonde woman sauntered past them and came
and sprawled on the bed beside the black man.
She caressed his thigh while he ignored her presence and kept his eyes
fixed on the TV screen. Then he looked
at the watch on his wrist and he looked at Dave.
“You’re four minutes late, pig,”
he said. His voice was surprisingly
mellow but it bore an aura of authority about it.
“I’m so sorry, Master,” Dave
pleaded. “I was rushing as fast as I
could to meet your appointment.”
“Excuses I can do without,
pig. What matters is you’re four minutes
late and that’s unacceptable.”
Howard’s eyes returned to the
blonde. He watched as she left the bed
and went over to a tripod stand upon which a video camera sat; the position it
occupied afforded it much of the room’s view including him and Dave. Howard was growing uncomfortable the more he
stood there. He felt the urge to leave
except he felt magnetised by the blonde vamp and somewhat squeamish by the
presence of the black man who had barely moved an inch from the bed.
The blonde finished tinkering
with the camera—Howard saw a blinking light emanating from it and assumed it was
possibly recording—and then she returned to the bed. Her hands pulled the pair of briefs the black
man wore down his hips while he continued staring at Dave like he was
impervious to her actions.
She fished out the thick black
snake that lay dormant within his briefs and held it upright. Howard heard Dave continue to address the
black Yul Bryner but their words sounded miles away from him as he was
captivated by the sight of the monstrosity the blonde was stroking in her
hand. The man’s cock was about the length
of her arm. Dave was not aware that his
mouth was open until he exhaled a pocket of air as he marvelled at the woman
stealing first a kiss from its bulbous tip and to then rolling her lips over
its tip.
“Assume your place over there,
slave!”
Howard jumped at the man’s voice
which sounded like the swift crack of a whip.
He thought at first that the command was meant for him, then he saw Dave
drop to his knees at the foot of the bed facing the couple.
The black man then looked towards
Howard as he sat up on the bed and switched his focus to the blonde woman. He helped her with getting out of his briefs
and then forced her face towards swallowing his girth. She exhaled and moaned as her head snapped
back and forth while her lips pulled aggressively on his foreskin. The man rested on his elbows observing her
output. Now and then he issued forth
instructions of how to perform her task.
“Now run that bitch tongue of
yours down my knob,” he casually goaded her.
“Yeah, that’s good . . . just like a good whore would. Go all the way to my balls, now . . . yeah,
suck on those nuts, bitch. Do it for
daddy.”
Lust burned in her eyes as she
bent downward with her hair cascading over her face and attacked his testicles
as he instructed; her rump jerked up and down and side to side like that of a bunny
rabbit while she did. Her face glistened
with spit, pre-cum and sweat and her lips made slurping noise as she grasped
his prick with both hands and forced her mouth down on him. Now and then she swept her hair backward with
one hand, groaning with lust as he went on licking his shaft.
Howard watched her, mesmerised by
the vigour she applied to the man’s hard-on.
He had seen women suck off men like this, but only in porn movies; never
did he believe until now that women actually blew men off as the blonde was
doing. His thoughts went to April and he
could not help imagining her suck off black men like this woman was doing. He felt a slight disturbance growing in his
crotch. He looked over at Dave and saw
to his shock Dave stroking his penis out of his jeans while still kneeling
beside the bed.
The black man then pushed the
woman backwards and got on top of her.
Howard moved away from where he
had been standing and edged towards the foot of the bed where Dave was. The black man was all controlling, all
domineering over the woman. He rammed
his prick roughly inside her and she screamed as her cunt spasmed as he pounded
her harder and harder. Their bodies
smacked against each other loud. Even
the bed groaned from their romp, especially when the man grabbed hold of the
headboard and thrust his pelvis against her.
The woman’s legs kicked wildly into the air. Howard could not help wincing from her
screams. It sounded as if the man was
stabbing at her cunt with the raw intention of drawing blood.
“Fascinating, right?” Dave said
to Howard. “Don’t you just love the way
he’s fucking her?”
“My God, Dave . . .” Howard could
not come up with anything else to say.
His friend was sweating hard behind his glasses while furiously stroking
his cock. Howard felt like he was going
insane.
“Hey slave, get your white ass
over here!”
Howard jumped once again and this
time he and Dave looked towards the black Yul Bryner who was up on his feet
while the woman lay curled up in near foetal posture with her hand massaging
her cunt. The man’s face was dotted with
sweat; his erection stood like a tent-pole against his crotch. Dave was scrambling to his feet while
clumsily trying to fix his penis back inside his jeans.
“Don’t make me have to call for
you again, slave,” he growled.
Dave adjusted his glasses on his
face and neglected zipping back his fly as he rushed onto the bed. Howard stood numb and mind-crazy as he
watched Dave actually suck the black man’s cock as the blonde had done earlier. The black man cradled Dave’s head while his
mouth made evident slurping noise and gasps.
The picture could not have been any clearer to Howard as he watched Dave
bob his head back and forth, making steady grunt noise as he gagged on the
black man’s girth with his glasses pressing against the man’s pelvis. Like the woman had done earlier, Dave was
sucking the man’s cock with gusto.
The blonde vamp came to her knees
and the black man looked at her and seemed to remember what his mission was and
gestured at Dave to get off the bed, which he did without question.
The woman got into doggy position
with her butt arched upward. Howard
could not believe the sight of the man’s cock, the way it fell between his legs
thick as a beer bottle up-close. He
watched him lower himself behind the woman and even winced when the man’s prick
made contact and the blonde hollered a screeching cry as he rammed into
her. Dave was back at his former stance
on his knees and was excitedly stroking his cock to the action. Howard became aware of his erection kicking
alive inside his jeans. So surprised was
he to think that he was feeling aroused like any seasoned voyeur would. His eyes went to Dave whose groans seemed to
near match that coming from the couple and he saw that he had ejaculated on his
hand.
The black man remained crouched
over the woman, his hands pinned down her backside while he kept on feeding her
pussy with his rod. The woman squirted
all over the sheets while he mercilessly fucked her, grunting with exertion
till he finally pumped his barrel of cum inside her pussy. Howard watched from the side lines as the man
heaved and yet kept thrusting inside her till he exhaled as he then withdrew
from her and she collapsed on the bed.
Dave came to his feet and came and helped the woman to roll over onto
her backside. He got onto the bed and
lowered his face upon the woman’s snatch and ate her cum-filled pussy.
The black man tottered as he came
off the bed, his feature glistened with copious sweat. His gaze went to Howard whom he surprised by
fixing him with a jovial-type smile.
“You got a name, white boy?” he
asked.
His voice sounded raspy when he
spoke, as if the shock of what he had witnessed had been too overwhelming that
he had nearly lost the feel of his voice.
“It’s Howard.”
“Nice to know you, Howard. I’m Olu Shango.”