by Big Herc
This sent Milton over the edge. As he sat gagged and strapped down in the sweaty leather chair, his cock began to shoot out spurts of white cum into the air. He let out a deep moan with each ejaculation.
“I’m cumming bitch! I’m cumming!” Tone groaned, clenching his jaw, shooting cum deep inside her sterile pussy.
“I can feel it! I can feel your seed shooting inside me!” Ivy said cumming again, clenching her coochie walls around his cock. She milked the last drops of his hot wad, oozing cum down her ass.
As Tone pulled his still erect swipe out of Ivy's dripping pussy and a string of white, milky cum stretched between the head of his cock and Ivy’s stretched, gapping coochie. Tone then walked over to Milton and released him from his confinements of the leather chair which he was more than ready to exit.
Taking the cock ring off his penis, Milton practically ran over to the bed where Ivy lay with her legs still gaped open. He then went to town licking all of Tone's cum from in and around her cum filled pussy. Tasting Tone’s cum inside his wife's pussy was an aphrodisiac for him.
“You’re pussy is so yummy, Honey! You taste so good with his hot cum inside you!”
Eating out his wife's cum saturated pussy had really turned Milton on and he was able to get a second hardon to fuck his wife. He climbed on top of her missionary and stroked her pussy, squishing around Tone's semen with his cock and soon added another deposit to the mix.
“You two have a beautiful relationship,” Tone said, heading to the bathroom to clean up.
“Your money’s on the table stud, five grand. If you can make this a regular thing, you’ll practically be living in my house for free."
“Milton, you’re alright. Anytime you two need some black cock in your life, give me a call.”
“One more thing Tone, before you leave, could you shower us?”
“I’m a cold freak Milton, but I don’t wash any man’s nuts but my own.”
“Sorry if I wasn’t clear, but my wife and I would like for you to urinate on us in the tub. I’ll give you another grand.”
“Come on, the both of you get in the tub. I’ve been holding this piss for the last four hours.”
Climbing into the sunken marble tub, Milton and Ivy held hands like two kids going skinny dipping. They both took up position on the tubs slick bottom and looked up at Tone, eagerly awaiting his release of yellow fluid. He pissed a torrid hot stream of urine that cascaded their bodies; Tone smirked as he watched Milton and Ivy take turns trying to catch the bitter liquid in their mouths. They splashed it over themselves like children playing in front of the fire hydrant.
After Tone had finished pissing on the both of them, shaking the last droplets of pee from his piss hole, Ivy took up position at the edge of the vast marble tub, spreading the lips of her labia with her fingers, allowing Milton to move between her thighs, feasting on the cum, pussy juice mixture that dripped out of her pussy.
Smiling to himself, getting into the shower, Tone thought out loud, saying “True love knows no boundaries.”
Chapter 8
When Tone arrived at the Goldblume’s mansion for dinner Saturday with Sandra, he was mentally and sexually ready for anything that went down. Over the past couple of months he had explored a world of sex, debauchery and kink in L.A. that he'd only read about in Penthouse letters. The lustful acts of two consenting adults caused no one any harm in Tone’s eyes and everybody was blessed with free will to do with their bodies as they pleased. So who was the next man to dictate to him what he chose to do with his body that made him feel good? Tone knew that only he could judge himself and nobody else could make him feel guilty or ashamed about the sexual pleasures he partook in. If he chose to entertain other's frivolous opinions, then he was the fool.
Hang-ups? Tone didn’t have time for any hang-ups. Ten years in the federal pen had taught him to appreciate the beauty of life, and companionship of a woman. He did not take for granted the liberties that people in the free world complained about. He’d realized that there hadn’t been anything gangsta about being confined to living with a bunch of men. Having been deprived of a woman’s touch and the pleasures of her body for so many years, Tone had grown to respect the beauty in all women. He knew how to love them in ways ordinary men could never dream of.
Dinner at the Goldblume’s was five stars. The cook had prepared grilled pineapple chicken and shrimp, with roasted potatoes, champagne and homemade vanilla ice cream. Barry and Tone had already taken care of the internet contracts and was now chillin’ in the living room on his plush tan Argentine leather couch conversing about the future. Tiffany and Sandra had spun off upstairs to play dress up and ogle over Tiffany’s latest purchases.
Sipping on a flute of Moet, smoking on a joint, Barry was quite relaxed. He had his shoes and socks off and was rubbing his toes over the thick white carpet. “Tone would you like a hit? It’s what they call the sticky icky!” Barry said laughing. Playing on the sixty five inch plasma screen was one of Allure’s latest releases, “European Excursion.” Some German chick was getting fucked in the ass by some Italian guy with a tree trunk for a cock, while she simultaneously rode this big dick brotha fucking her in the pussy.
Tone could feel the blood in his loins rising and a mean hard-on beginning to form against his right thigh. “Nah, thanks though. Barry, I’m cool. I’m not really into blowing trees, but I do sip a little champagne or wine from time to time.”
“Suite yourself buddy, this shit is the bomb,” Barry said, inhaling deeply on the expertly rolled cigar size joint. “You know Tone; you can make a lot of money in this town, as long as you stay focused and don’t get caught up in all the hype. I’ve been out here for over thirty years. I came all the way from New York with one goal in mind, to peddle smut. I busted my ass and paid my dues and now I’m one of the most respected men in this industry. But in this town, it’s not all just about working hard; it’s also about who you know. As long as you keep it real with me, you’ll go a long way in this business. I can already tell you love doing what you’re doing and that’s a key factor to success.” The weed had really started to kick in at this point and Barry was feeling himself.
“Personally, I ‘m a natural freak and I had fucked a lot of women before Tiffany. They all tried to preach to me or change me or get me to leave the industry. Now why in the fuck would I do that, when the porn industry is my cash cow? Tiffany on the other hand accepted me just the way I am. She’s as freaky as I am, if not more. When I first met Tiffany, she was at a frat party in a back room. She was asshole naked, getting the shit fucked out of her by the quarterback and a bunch of his football buddies. She was covered in sweat and cum and had a dick in her ass, in her pussy, one in her mouth and two in her hands. It was love at first sight and I knew that she was the woman that I would one day make my wife. When I shoved my erect cock into her freshly creamed in ass from behind and whispered into her ear, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’d ever met,” she turned around and gave me one of the most passionate kisses I’d ever experienced and we’ve been together ever since.”
Tone had by now developed a noticeable tent in his pants and was quite turned on by Barry’s story. At first glance he never would’ve suspected Tiffany to be such a closet slut, but then again, looks were deceiving and she was married to a porn tycoon. She’d been openly teasing him all night. Brushing her ass up against him in the kitchen and stroking his groin area underneath the table at dinner. He’d already pictured his fat black cock in her warm white pussy and wouldn’t hesitate to fuck her if opportunity came up. “You’re a lucky man Barry to have such a nasty wife. Tiffany is a very attractive woman.”
Just then, Tiffany and Sandra came walking down the stairs dressed like Catholic school girls. They had their hair in pigtails, with knee high socks, blue pleated dresses and white button up shirts opened seductively at the top to show their cleavage. Parading in front of Tone and Barry, the women put on a show, bending over, kissing each
other, flashing their naked coochies and squeezing each other’s bra-less breasts.
Looking over at Tone, Barry was high as a mutha fucker and had already pulled out his vanilla pecker and was stroking its blue veined shaft. “So you think my wife is hot!”
“You’re wife is off the fucking hook!” Tone answered, releasing his coal black, heavily veined dick from its confinements. “I would love to feel her tight pussy lips wrapped around my cock!”
“Oh look Sandra; I think the boys are ready for their surprise now.”
“They do look a bit horny, don’t they?” Sandra added.
“Why don’t we give them something hot and wet and see if we can’t take the edge off for them,” Tiffany said. She glanced over in Tone’s direction and pranced over to him on the couch, straddling his lap.
By this time, Tone had already stripped out of his pants and was holding his fully erect staff in his hand. Rubbing his helmet shaped dick head against Tiffany’s slick slit, she emitted moans of pleasure, wiggling her pussy side to side. She worked her hungry walls down his thick shaft and absorbed his full length. As it filled her up to her belly, she let out a deep sigh of enjoyment and started licking around his mouth and sucking on his tongue.
A few feet away, Sandra sat astride Barry’s erect pole, with her arms wrapped around his neck, pressing her large breasts against his chest. She kept her hips moving rapidly, riding the length of his rigid pole, ranting lewd words, “Fuck me you dirty little boy! Cum in my pussy in front of your wife! Tell her how bad you want to cum in my pussy!”
The grin on Barry’s face told of many freaky tales, as he thrust his hips up to meet Sandra’s bucking movements, fucking like a man half his age. “How does his cock feel, Love? Do you want him to cream in your pussy? Tell him to cream in your pussy, Love! I want to feel his hot cum in your sweet pussy,” Barry ranted.
Pinning her thirty-four C tits against Tone’s buff chest, Tiffany started fucking Tone wildly, whispering in his ear about how good his cock felt. She begged him to shoot his hot seed inside her hungry womb and this only made Tone want to fuck Tiffany deeper. As he held her by her slender waist he power thrust his fuck pole upwards into her swollen pussy, smacking his hips against her ass.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming,” Tiffany cried, shaking and shuttering her pussy, spasming around Tone’s cock.
“Oh fuck baby! I’m cumming with you! Here it comes, ahhhgghh!” Barry shouted, as he came in Sandra’s steamy pussy.
The sensation of Barry’s cum squirting deep inside Sandra’s pussy, sent her over the edge, “Yesss, yesss!” she wailed, as her whole body stiffened, contracting her sugar walls.
Feeling his balls contract, Tone released a river of nut flooding Tiffany’s feverish twat, coating her vault. After she felt the last of Tone’s cream spray her soppy walls, Tiffany climbed off his still erect cock and motioned for Sandra to switch places with her so that she could ride her husband’s dick, while Sandra rode Tone’s dick.
Sandra didn’t miss a beat, lowering herself onto Tone’s cum covered cock. She squeezed the base of his shaft with her hand and started working her juice filled cunt up and down his cock until he was once again at full erection.
“Can you feel the spunk inside me baby? Can you feel his cum and my juice coating your dick,” Sandra moaned.
“Yeah, I can feel the slickness of his nut and your pussy juice saturating my cock.” Tone said, marinating in her jismed sex. Sandra’s thighs were slippery with Barry’s thick warm seed and Tone yearned to add his spunk to their mixture.
Tiffany had already squatted on Barry’s cock and was in full motion, screwing his stiff dick which he managed to keep erect quite impressively. Barry loved squishing around in the gooey cream hole of his wife.
“Your pussy feels amazing baby! I’ve always liked the feel of your pussy after you’ve had a fresh load dumped in it,” Barry yelled, holding Tiffany by the waist. He worked her up and down his love tool admiring the streaks of cum that coated his shaft. Her pussy overflowed with Tone’s liberation which dripped onto his balls. The pleasure of having witnessed Tone thoroughly fucking his wife had created a delirious lust within him.
“Cum in me, Baby! Mix your seed with his nut! Cream inside me!” Tiffany cooed.
The lubricity of Sandra’s pussy had stirred a strong lust within Tone and he could feel his balls boiling with another massive load on its way.
Sandra was close to cumming and when she did, she wanted her orgasm to last for as long as she could possibly stand it. She was riding Tone’s chocolate rod, giving him one of the sloppiest, wettest fucks they’d ever had. When Sandra knew that Tone was about to erupt, she bounced her hips as fast as she could move them and massaged her clit with her fingers.
“Cum for me Tone! Cum in my wet pussy! Baby! Oh fuck! Fuck!” Sandra screamed.
Tone was deep in her slick pussy and Sandra could feel his shaft throbbing inside her as she came with him forming a puddle of sex sauce beneath them. When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her with a blissful look on his face. Blushing, Sandra’s body was still humming from their mutual orgasm.
Tone and Sandra cumming had triggered Barry and Tiffany to erupt with their own body-convulsing orgasms. Barry’s body stiffened up causing the veins in his neck to bulge out as he ejaculated his second wad of the evening into his wife frothy hole. She withered in pleasure as cum dribbled out of her pussy down her leg.
“Jesus, Tiffany, you make me feel like a man half my age,” Barry roared.
“Honey, you are way more man, then most men half your age,” Tiffany whined.
Climbing off of Barry’s cock, strings of cum and pussy sauce stretched from Tiffany’s pussy lips to the head of his softening cock. Barry’s dick looked like a glazed sausage. Tiffany grabbed his tender shaft and squeezed his soft skin between her fingers. She rubbed the sticky cocktail sauce over his balls and between the crack of his ass.
“Baby, I’m spent, but maybe Tone would like to have another go around in your horny cunt!”
Tone was indeed still semi-erect in Sandra’s cum filled pussy and had already contemplated fucking Tiffany’s tight, gushy pussy a second time.
“Sandra, move your ass over so that I can get some more of his lovely black cock. You get to have his sweet dick whenever you want. I on the other hand, have to get all I can, whenever I can.”
Rocking back and forth on Tone’s member, Sandra was in a state of intense delight flexing her pussy muscles, milking his shaft.
“Why don’t both of you horny bitches lie down next to each other on the couch and let me fuck the slut out of you!” Tone growled.
“Tone, you’re such a nasty boy. We're going to have to have you come over more often,” Sandra purred lifting herself off of Tone's cock. She had cum and twat sauce smeared all over her thighs.
“Look at the glaze,” Tiffany commented. Tone's cock looked like a coated donut. He had nut and pussy sauce all over his shaft.
“You were always such the nympho in college,” Sandra said laughing. She pinched Tiffany’s pink nipples and kissed her on the mouth.
“Like you’re one to talk, you were the closet slut,” Tiffany replied, inserting her fingers into Sandra’s wet mound. She then raised them to her mouth, sucking each one, savoring the flavor.
The strong smell of sex, cum and sweaty bodies had produced a animalistic perfume that stimulated Tone’s senses. It made his pleasure pole swell to mammoth proportions for the third time that evening. Rubbing his engorged pipe along the slit of Tiffany’s puffy wet pussy lips, she clawed at his butt, making Tone slam into her sloppy walls. As he pumped her love tunnel, Tone watched his cum mixed with Barry’s slide in and out of Tiffany’s pussy. It formed frothy bubbles of cum around his cock. Each time he pumped her warm mush filled snatch, her pussy made a slurping sound as it tried to milk the cum from his cock.
“Fuck me, Tone! I want you to fill me with cum until it drips out of my pussy!
” Tiffany wailed, humping Tone back, bucking her hips. “Shit!” she screamed, releasing a stream of clear liquid that looked like urine, onto Tone’s pubic area and cock.
“That’s it baby! Cum all over this black cock! Let it out!” Tone ranted, splashing the sticky fluid as he continued to pound her gushing cream hole.
After Tiffany’s orgasm had subsided, Tone pulled out of her soaked sex and plunged into Sandra’s gooey slit. Tone loved the feel of her well lubed pussy and the way his cock squished around in her pussy when he speared her.
“Mix your cum with his baby! Give me another hot load!” Sandra begged, rubbing her clit while Tone stroked her kitty cat. She bucked up into him every time he slammed into her, giving Tone everything she had. His ass went up and down like a blur as his cock worked her vise-like pussy muscles. “Fuck yesss!” Sandra screamed, experiencing her own climax once again. Creamy sauce leaked out of her pussy as Tone stroked her with more enthusiasm.
Tone lasted more than thirty minutes before he was ready to bust his third nut. When he came, he slammed deep into Sandra, shooting several burst before he pulled out squeezing the base of his penis, shoving his still ejaculating prick into Tiffany’s pussy.
Sandra could feel Tone’s cum seeping out of her pussy, trickling down her thigh. Being creampied really turned her on and she tried to catch as much of it in her hand as she could. Sucking his juice off of her fingers was like drinking the juices of an exotic fruit.
As soon as Tone had re-entered Tiffany’s pussy, she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, grabbed him by the face and started French kissing him deeply. Inside Tiffany’s wet walls, Tone throbbed out the last few spurts of his essence in her womb before he was completely spent.
Exhaling a thick cloud of weed smoke, Barry passed the cigar size joint to Sandra and sucked on her sweaty tit.
“Tone my friend, you’re one horny bastard. We’re definitely going to have dinner together more often.”
