10/25/2016

"Adult Stories" Filthy Fucktoy Abused By Big Black Cocks

Adult Stories Filthy Fucktoy Abused By Big Black Cocks
Tremaine obliged, calling over the last three all at once. They waved their big rods in my face and I felt like I was at a buffet. A buffet where they only serve my favorite meal, and the portion sizes are always huge. Using my pigtails to control my head, they took turns fucking my throat as hard as they could. I choked, gagged, slurped and sucked, but they continued unrepentant and unimpeded. One would fuck my face sloppy for a minute or two, and then pass me to the next with just a moment for me to catch my breath. When one was busy abusing my throat, the other two amused themselves by biting, slapping and squeezing my tits. Occasionally, one would finger my aching pussy and my body would rock with shaking orgasm after shaking orgasm. Once, they even managed to stuff two of their massive cocks into my mouth at once, both fucking my face viciously.

When Shiloh called me, I didn’t really know what to expect. Luckily, Shiloh doesn’t beat around any bushes. I picked up on the second ring, and she started talking immediately.

“Hey June, how do you feel about black cum?” She asked, the assertive tone in her voice making it clear this wasn’t a random question.

“You know me Shy, I’d eat that stuff on a-” She didn’t let me finish, things were obviously urgent.( Sex Stories)

“Good. Chrissie dropped out of a very special engagement at the last possible moment. The Court of Spades website hit a major subscriber benchmark, and we’re having a little party for our viewers. I’ve rented a building in the warehouse district, the crew’s been there for weeks building a set and putting in bleachers. Do you know how much fucking bleachers cost?” I didn’t bother to answer, when Queen Shiloh gets like this, it’s better to just listen anyway. “Anyway, I need someone to handle this, I’m out of town meeting with a guy to get us moving on the DVD front. How’s your gag-reflex?”

“That’s not a problem anymore, I’ve been practicing.” My mind wandered to Tremaine and his long cock. I slipped a hand into my panties as I thought about all our nights of practice. The feeling of his hard cock sliding wetly down my throat. The taste of his salty-sweet cum in my mouth. I realized I was masturbating when I heard Shiloh yelling into the phone.

“June? June are you still there? Goddamnit June!” She all-but screamed.

“Sorry boss, got distracted. What do you need me to do?” I asked timidly.

“I’ll text you the address, just go there and put on a show. This is your moment, June, I need your A-Game.” She said, with a great deal of exasperation.(XXX Stories)

“I’ll be the best little fucktoy they’ve ever seen.” I said, grinning ear-to-ear.

I put on my shortest pink skirt, no underwear, tennis shoes with high socks and an adorable white tank-top. I threw a few black markers in my handbag, pulled my hair into pigtails and really dolled on the mascara. Then headed down to the dorm parking.

The drive was pure agony, by the time I made it to the warehouse district, I was panting like a bitch in heat. Luckily I drive an automatic, so I was able to keep one hand between my legs the whole time. By the time I got there, there was a soaked spot in the driver’s seat. I didn’t have time to worry about that, I was already running late. I pulled around the back of the old building and ran inside. I wasn’t prepared for what I’d see inside though. Up until now, we’d done all of our scenes in Darnell’s house. Mostly in his basement, but I’d spent some time in the living room as well. This though, this was the big-leagues. The set looked phenomenal, it looked like they actually went out and got a filthy club bathroom. I pranced toward it eagerly, smiling and waving at the two sets of full bleachers. The crowd cheered my arrival and clapped at my antics. Then I noticed Tremaine standing in front of the crowd. He was dressed in his best show-man’s suit and holding a megaphone. 

“Who here wants to see this little Asian slut get destroyed?” He asked, his baritone blaring in the megaphone and echoing in the warehouse. The crowd stood and cheered. It was my first standing ovation, graduations not included.

“I said, who here wants to see this little Asian slut get fucking destroyed?” He yelled into the megaphone, eliciting even louder cheers.

I pranced over to him and put my hand on his chest. “Just tell me what to do, Master.” I said, loud enough for the audience to hear. Tremain took me by one pigtail and all-but drug me to the bathroom set. He made me drop to my knees with my back to a very vandalized faux-urinal. Then, pulling out a set of handcuffs, he chained my wrists to the pipe on top of the urinal.

“I have some markers in my purse.” I whispered when he leaned in to secure the cuffs.

“The freaky bitch brought markers!” He exclaimed into the megaphone. I could see his cock stiffening through the thin material of his dress pants. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his bulge. His body shivered at the touch of my tongue and for a moment he was speechless. I reveled in catching him off guard. 

“Looks like she’s ready to go.” He laughed. “Let’s get her decorated first. First honor goes to our very first subscriber, Jimmy St. James, come on down!”

A middle-aged white man got up from the stands and walked towards me. Between his pot-belly, receding hairline and circular glasses, I couldn’t help thinking he looked like a substitute math teacher. He took a marker from Tremaine and looked me over, licking his lips slowly. For a while, he just stared at me in silence, his watery eyes moving over every inch of my body.

“What’s wrong baby?” I asked gently. “Write something slutty on me.”

“I… I don’t know what to write.” He whispered, his face turning almost purple.

“Well, is there anything I can do to help?”

“I uh… I want… Tell me how pathetic my little white cock is please.” He finally managed.

“You’ll have to pull it out, if that’s what you want.” I said with a devilish grin.

“Oh… Okay.” He almost moaned. Then he unzipped his fly and let his tiny pink cock see the light of day. It was small, but rock hard. It stood full mast at an almost ninety-degree angle, just under four inches by best estimation. A small dribble of precum sat on it’s tip.

“Goddamn, Jimmy. You weren’t kidding. That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever seen.” I said, trying to remember that this was what he wanted. I’d never dealt with the whole cuckolding/humiliation thing before, but it really was pretty pathetic. “Jimmy? Are you ready to see my pretty face get fucked by big black men?” I asked, biting my lip and gyrating my hips.

“Ye… Yes.” He said quietly.

“Do you want to see what a real man can do with a little slut like me?” I asked.

“God yes.” He moaned.

“Then put that sad little thing away, and write something filthy on my face.” I commanded, doing my best to channel my inner Shiloh Cash.

He zipped up, leaned in and scrawled “Cum Here” on my forehead as a small wet patch developed on his pants. Then he quietly returned to his seat and Tremaine called another audience member up.

“This is our contest runner up, Sean Mann”. He said, reaching out and patting Sean on the back. Sean was younger than Jimmy. Mid-to-late twenties, with wildly out of control facial hair that didn’t fit his emaciated, wiry frame. His ice-blue eyes would have looked beautiful on a less unfortunate face. Sean needed no prodding whatsoever, he looked me over for a moment and pulled my top down, exposing my tits to more cheers. Then he wrote “Filthy Cum Dumpster” on my chest  before heading back up to the bleachers.

“Our contest winner, a mr. Will Buyers, could not be here today, so I’ll do the honors of writing what he requested.” Tremaine said into the megaphone before walking over to me and producing a marker from his pocket. He wrote “Break My Throat” on my left cheek and “With Your BBC” on my right. Then he wrote “Black Cum Diet” on my exposed stomach before stepping back and gesturing towards me theatrically. The crowd erupted into applause again.

“Is it time yet?” I moaned loudly. “I’m getting hungry.”

“I think she’s ready, are you all ready?” Tremaine asked the crowd. They responded with more frantic cheering. He called to “bring in the boys” and in they came. Five of the biggest, blackest cocks I’d ever laid eyes on swung onto the set, all attached to five of the most muscular men I’d ever drooled over in my wildest, wettest dreams.

The first one stepped up to bat, pressed the tip of his massive meatstick against my lips and smiled. “I’mma break you, bitch.” He growled. Then, with little warning, he thrust his cock into my mouth. His cock was wide, and my mouth could barely stretch enough to accommodate it’s girth. He pressed on anyways, sliding his thick rod in and out of my mouth again and again, slamming into the back of my throat. My eyes were already watering, and I was having trouble relaxing my throat, but I was having the time of my life. He pulled out of my mouth for a moment, and stroked his huge cock, sliding my drool around on his glistening ebony member. I caught my breath and spoke up.

“I thought you were going to break my little throat, daddy…” I moaned out, “Show Jimmy what a real man can do.” I caught a glimpse of Jimmy shifting back and forth in the front row, a big smile on his face and one hand in his pocket.

He took his cue, grabbing my pigtails and thrusting his cock straight into my throat in one motion. His balls slapped against my chin, my eyes welled over with tears and I came hard. He held it there in my throat for a moment before pulling out and doing it again. I was getting light headed, I came over and over as he choked me with his thick rod. He pulled out again and slapped my face with his big wet cock. I kissed it as he rubbed it on my face, smearing my makeup covering my face in my own drool.

“I’m your little cum-slut, daddy, feed me your hot cum.” I moaned, my lips pressed against his slick cock. I stuck my tongue out, tilted my head back and said “Ah”. He stroked his cock faster and faster, then dumped a huge load into my open mouth. I swallowed some of it, but let the rest run over my lips and drip down my face. Then I looked into the crowd and blew a kiss at Jimmy. The crowd cheered, cameras flashed and I smiled a cum-drenched smile.

The next man stepped up moments later. His cock was long and veiny, and I knew immediately I wouldn’t be able to take it all. Deep inside though, I knew Chrissie would still try, and I wasn’t going to be outdone. He stroked his long shaft almost menacingly, then he reached down and grabbed my tits one by one. He squeezed them, and slapped them as he stroked his cock inches from my face. I could taste him on the air in front of me. The crowd began chanting “Fuck her throat” in unison, but he just continued to tease me. Finally I snapped.

“Fuck my fucking face!” I shouted. My need for black cock overcoming my submissive persona. He seemed to like it though, as he grabbed my head with one hand, and guided his cock between my lips with the other. I sucked and slurped happily, tasting as much of him as I could, feeling him fill my mouth with his hot cock. He started thrusting, pounding at my throat but I could only take about half of him. He thrusted harder and harder, but earned only my muffled gags and a great many tears. I could feel my mascara running heavily, streaking black tears of pleasure down my face. He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a loud “Pop” and pressed it against my face. I slurped my drool off of him and spit it onto his balls. He took the hint, lifting his balls to my mouth and letting me suck on them like a woman starved. He moaned loudly as I sucked his balls, then he stroked out a thick, hot load directly onto my forehead. I felt it run down my face slowly, and moaned myself.

“Damn this girl’s a freak!” Tremaine shouted into the megaphone, gesturing towards me again. The crowd obviously agreed with him.

“I… I want more... “ I managed to gasp. “Give me more black cock… More cum…”

Tremaine obliged, calling over the last three all at once. They waved their big rods in my face and I felt like I was at a buffet. A buffet where they only serve my favorite meal, and the portion sizes are always huge. Using my pigtails to control my head, they took turns fucking my throat as hard as they could. I choked, gagged, slurped and sucked, but they continued unrepentant and unimpeded. One would fuck my face sloppy for a minute or two, and then pass me to the next with just a moment for me to catch my breath. When one was busy abusing my throat, the other two amused themselves by biting, slapping and squeezing my tits. Occasionally, one would finger my aching pussy and my body would rock with shaking orgasm after shaking orgasm. Once, they even managed to stuff two of their massive cocks into my mouth at once, both fucking my face viciously. The room was spinning and my vision had long since gone blurry when the first one shot his hot load directly down my throat. The next one undid the handcuffs and I started to fall forward towards the cool linoleum. They both caught me, and slumped me back against the faux urinal. Bracing my head against the porcelain, the second one plowed my throat with a force I had never endured before. I think I blacked out for a moment, because the next thing I knew he had pulled out and was cumming right between my eyes. I looked into the crowd as I licked the cum that dripped down towards my mouth. The last one took my hands and lifted them to his massive, slobber-slicked cock. With both hands, I stroked him off into my mouth and swallowed every last drop.

The crowd’s cheers echoing in the warehouse, I briefly contemplated standing up, but my legs were far too shaky. Instead I crawled on all fours towards the bleachers, and crawled into Jimmy St. James’ lap.

“Did you like the show?” I whispered, my voice hoarse and breathy. My throat hurt worse than I could have ever imagined.

“Ye… Yes ma’am.” He stammered, trying and failing to not stare at the cum plastered over the words he had written. I could feel the cold jizz in his lap on my bare legs. I took his face in my hands, and kissed him deeply. His eyes went wide and his little cock grew erect in his pants. As we kissed, I grinded my butt against his minute bulge until I felt him cum again. Then I broke away.

“I wanted you to taste a real man.” I said with a wink.


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