Punch Drunk: Black Alpha Male Dominates Submissive White Couple

by Felicity Fleming

  Oliver wasn’t screwing about. The moment Ross had given permission; he was already plotting how to go in for the kill – as if he was wrestling back in the cage. He knew he had to get this kiss just right; because if he did, the pretty blonde wife would be his.

  So, like a relentless predator, he literally scooped Keri off the floor, and devoured her.

  His lips crushed hers, and his tongue forced her mouth open. For a second, Keri’s eyes shot open wide and he felt her go tense in his arms… But then the overpowering passion of the kiss overwhelmed her, and Keri melted into it and her whole body went limp in Oliver’s arms.

  He grinned, relentlessly making out with this little blonde wife. She tasted delicious, and the way her body writhed in his arms was incredibly exciting.

  Eventually, reluctantly, Oliver pulled his mouth away and licked the taste of Keri from his lips.

  She hung limply in his arms – looking up at Oliver with a drunken smile on her bruised lips. Her eyes were wide. She was totally helpless to his desires now.

  If Keri’s husband hadn’t been in the room, Oliver would have thrown Keri onto the daybed in the corner and fucked her right then and there – and she’d have begged for it.

  But situations like this were like the final moments of a cage match – they required subtlety and strategy.

  With Keri still hanging limply in his arms, Oliver turned to her astonished-looking husband and grinned: “You want to take another photo?”

  “I-I… I’m not sure that’s the sort of photo I’d be okay showing other people…” Ross stammered.

  Oliver grinned. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

  Ross’s cheeks burned red.

  Mewling like a kitten, Keri sighed as Oliver gently lowered her to her unsteady feet. She swayed from side to side when she landed – drunk not just on vodka any more, but also Oliver’s overwhelming masculinity.

  Oliver just stood there, grinning proudly. He put his hands on his hips, and turned to face the young couple.

  And that’s when they saw it.

  Emerging from his terry-cloth robe, like a thick, knotted length of African oak, was Oliver’s enormous erection.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Oh, my!”

  Keri clamped her hand over her mouth and gasped when she saw it.

  Sticking out of Oliver’s robe was his big, black cock.

  It was rock-hard, and thick, and veiny – as long and girthy as a man’s forearm, with a fist-shaped head the color of a ripe plum.

  It was both the most magnificent – and terrifying – thing that Keri had ever seen in her life.

  And her husband was stunned too.

  “Oh, yes, this,” Oliver grinned proudly, gesturing down to his magnificent erection. “Your wife is a very sexy woman. It’s an entirely normal reaction, no?”

  “I…” Ross stammered.

  “Erm…” Keri blinked.

  Oliver’s smile widened. He nearly had them. Both of them.

  “Everything about me is large,” the African grinned, standing there shamelessly displaying his turgid manhood. “What’s the matter, though? You haven’t ever seen one this big and black before?”

  Ross and Keri exchanged nervous glances.

  Oliver laughed good-naturedly. Then his steely eyes narrowed and he turned to Keri with a wolfish grin.

  “I’ll tell you what, pretty lady,” Oliver offered. “Why don’t you touch it?”

  “Wh-what?” Keri blinked.

  Oliver’s smile widened.

  “Touch it,” he ordered.

  And, like a robot, Keri found herself taking a step forward, and reaching out her slender hand, and curling it around the massive, throbbing shaft of Oliver’s enormous black dick.

  “Oh, my,” she repeated, stunned by the contrast of the thick, throbbing, rock-hard stiffness, sheathed beneath smooth, soft, velvet-like skin. She instinctively stroked her little hand up and down the shaft, marveling at its thickness, and Oliver groaned in pleasure as she did so.

  “Keri!” Ross’s eyes were wide.

  It was like his wife was suddenly snapped out of a dream. Keri’s eyes widened, and she realized she was standing there, with her breasts hanging out, giving a hand-job to a big, black man she’d only met fifteen minutes earlier.

  “Oh, my God!” She sprang back, releasing Oliver’s huge cock like it was burning hot. Which wasn’t that far from the truth.

  “I-I think we really should be going now,” Ross nervously reached for Keri’s hand, and they both backed towards the door.

  “Nonsense,” Oliver boomed, and they both stopped.

  Nervously, like gazelle cornered by a lion, the young couple turned to face the towering African.

  Oliver just stood there, hands on his hips, massive cock pointing angrily at them both.

  “Neither of you are going anywhere,” the big man growled.

  It wasn’t a threat. It was a statement. And the moment he said it, Ross and Keri both froze and gave each other anxious glances.

  “I don’t normally offer such personal attention during meet-and-greets,” Oliver explained wolfishly, taking a menacing step forward. “But I like you two. And from the look of your wife’s nipples, and that bulge in front of your pants, Mr. Thompson, you like me too.”

  The smile widened.

  “So why don’t you both step on over here, and I’ll send you back home with a real memory to savor.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Oliver might have been one of the most dangerous MMA fighters in history, but he was a master of psychology as well and combat.

  He’d read Keri and Ross the moment they came into his dingy dressing room, and he’d anticipated this moment. He knew that with the right tone, and the right combination of hormones and alcohol running through their veins, they’d be his.

  All it would take would be the right tone of voice, at the right moment.

  “Step on over here,” he repeated sharply – and the young, married couple obeyed instantly.

  Keri and Ross stepped forward and stood beneath the shadow of the towering African. He grinned as he looked down at them, and shrugged off his robe casually as he did so.

  The terry cloth slipped off Oliver’s shoulders, and fell into a heap around his ankles.

  He stood there, towering over the two fans, absolutely naked.

  “Oh, God,” Ross gasped.

  Oliver grinned.

  He knew he had an impressive physique. Wrestlers of old, like Andre the Giant, had been bigger than him – but untrained. They’d been mostly fat, hanging off a larger-than-normal skeleton.

  Oliver, on the other hand, trained like a smaller man.

  Using power-lifting tactics, and bodybuilding techniques, he’d turned his intimidating 6’9” frame into that of a literal Africa God. Ebony skin. Huge shoulders. A chest like a bull. A flat, firm stomach and narrow hips.

  He was magnificent.

  And the way Ross and Keri were looking up at him was almost like worship.

  “Go on,” Oliver’s eyes flicked between the awestruck couple, and his huge black erection, bobbing up and down in front of him. “Touch it.”

  And so they did.

  Hands trembling, Keri reached up and curled her fingers around Oliver’s impressive black shaft. Almost immediately, she started stroking it up and down; and Oliver groaned in pleasure as she did so.

  But then, to his surprise, Ross reached up as well!

  Oliver’s smile widened as he watched Keri’s husband nervously reach over and curl one his own hands around the root of Oliver’s magnificent black dick; and reach with the other to cradle the African’s heavy, goose-egg sized balls.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” Oliver groaned, as he felt four hands gently massaging his cock. “That’s what I needed tonight.”

  Keri and Ross both looked at each other, as if to wordlessly ask: “Is this really happening?” And then they turned to look up expectantly at Oliver; as if to ask for further instructions.


  And Oliver would have been happy to provide them – except at that moment there was a sharp rap on the dressing room door, and without answering, it opened.

  Oliver’s trainer, Obami, poked his head through the door and asked: “Hey, Boss, are you ready to…”

  Those words died on his lips.

  Stunned, Obami peered in at what was unfolding. His towering black boss, stark naked, with his cock rearing from between his legs like a smooth length of polished hardwood.

  And the nice, young, white couple he’d arranged a 15-minute meet-and-greet with were standing there, massaging it.

  Obami blinked.

  “I-I’ll come back later,” he promised – and then pulled the door shut behind him with a soft ‘click.’

  Stunned, Ross and Keri both turned back to Oliver, and nervously looked up at the towering African.

  Oliver snorted derisively.

  “My car’s probably waiting,” he shrugged. “We’d better make this quick.” And then, grinning wolfishly, he ordered: “Get out of your fucking clothes.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Keri’s head swam.

  What the hell was happening?

  Twenty minutes earlier, she and Ross had been led into this dressing room, expecting some nice chit-chat with a famous MMA fighter, and a bag full of signed merchandize.

  Now, with trembling fingers, she was unbuckling the belt of her jeans, and pulling off her tank-top.

  And, standing next to her, her husband was doing the same thing – stripping naked in front of a complete stranger.

  “That’s right,” Oliver was grinning, watching Ross and Keri strip. “Come on, hurry up.”

  Moments later, the drunken young couple was standing there completely naked.

  Oliver looked down at them and licked his lips.

  Keri was stunning. A slender, pale blonde, she had a nice, pert ass with cheeks just plump enough to each sit in the palm of one of Oliver’s huge hands.

  Ross, on the other hand, was in good shape – lean, if a little skinny, with decent muscle tone. Given some training, Oliver thought, he might even have made bantamweight material.

  But it was another type of wrestling they were there for that evening.

  “Okay, you two,” Oliver grinned, sticking his hips forward and presenting them with his massive, swollen black cock. “Get to work. We haven’t got long.”

  Ross and Keri looked blankly at each other – but Keri quickly figured out what to do. She’d been very popular in high school, after all.

  Bending her knees a little, Keri stretched out her hands and curled them around Oliver’s huge black cock. And then, as she stroked up and down, the pretty blonde wife opened her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the full length of the African’s massive shaft.

  “Unnnngh,” Oliver threw back his head and groaned at the warm, wet sensation of Keri’s tongue on his cock.

  Her eyes flashed in pride, and Keri stretched her mouth open even wider. A moment later, she wrapped her lips around the swollen head of Oliver’s cock, and her tongue swirled in circles.

  “Oh, Jesus,” Oliver’s knees nearly buckled.

  Keri giggled with pride, and stretched her mouth open even wider – actually engulfing the huge head of Oliver’s black cock. As she did that, she massaged his balls, and stroked the rest of his shaft with one tiny hand.

  “Fuuuuck,” grinning wolfishly, Oliver looked down, at the beautiful blonde girl eagerly sucking and licking his cock. She was gazing up at Oliver with her big, blue eyes; looking for approval. The hungry look in the African’s eyes was exactly the reward she was looking for.

  She slurped, and sucked, and licked harder – until saliva drooled down her chin, and dripped onto her bare breasts. It smeared the Sharpie-signature Oliver had written there.

  “Hey,” grabbing a fistful of Ross’s short hair, Oliver jerked Keri’s husband forward, thrusting Ross’s head towards his crotch. “You too! Get to work.”

  And eyes wide, Ross looked up at the towering African, and obeyed.

  Chapter Fifteen

  If you’d asked him later, Oliver would admit that the blowjob wasn’t necessarily the hottest part of that evening. It was the moment that Keri’s husband, Ross, got down on his knees and slurped his tongue wetly across Oliver’s enormous balls.

  Keri’s eyes had grown huge at the sight of her husband – a presumably straight man – licking the hairy balls of a towering black stranger.

  It could have gone one of two ways. In similar situations in the past, Oliver had seen the wife freak out entirely at the sight of their husband licking another guy’s balls.

  But Oliver had a good feeling about Keri, and he wasn’t disappointed.

  Keri’s surprise at seeing Ross slurping on the MMA fighter’s balls was only momentary. Immediately afterwards, she’d half-closed her eyes in pleasure, and reached one hand between her legs to start rubbing herself.

  Oliver grinned in satisfaction. It was always more satisfying when the wife was into this kind of shit.

  For a few minutes, Oliver just stood there, looking down at the husband and wife as they worshipped and pleasured him with their lips and tongue.

  It felt amazing.

  Oliver had enjoyed double, or even triple blowjobs in the past. There was one time, in Las Vegas, that he’d got three porn stars to tongue bathe him while a forth had straddled his face. That had been something to write home about.

  But it was occasions like this – corrupting strangers, and getting husbands and wives to do the unthinkable – that really excited him.

  Porn stars would do anything for the right price. (Oliver had even got a ‘rusty trombone’ from one on his last visit to Los Angeles, just to see what all the fuss was about.)

  But a sweet little wife like Keri? And a handsome little husband like Ross?

  Seeing them on their knees, eagerly sucking his big, black cock, was fucking depraved. He loved it.

  For a moment, Oliver thought about just lounging back, and letting this husband-and-wife tag-team bring him off. He couldn’t think of anything hotter than spurting his pent-up load over both their faces, and watching them lick it off each other.

  But that frustrating fight with Mika Romanov had left Oliver with a burning need that a simple blowjob wouldn’t satisfy.

  He wanted to fuck.

  So after a few delicious minutes, the big African looked down at the slavish husband and wife, and grinned: “Enough!”

  Faces glistening with saliva and pre-cum, Ross and Keri looked up obediently at the towering African.

  “Get on the bed over there,” Oliver grinned, looking at Keri and pointing at the daybed in the corner. “I’m going to blow my load so deep in that pretty pussy of yours, you’re going to taste it.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Keri moaned when she heard this.

  Twenty minutes ago, she’d been wondering where she was going to take Ross for dinner, once they were done with this merchandise signing.

  Now she was about to be thrown onto a bed in the corner of a dingy dressing room, and have some gigantic black beast of a man fuck her.

  It was not what she’d planned.

  But at this stage? While she was bent at the knees, slurping and sucking and kissing this stranger’s cock? God, she couldn’t have stopped herself even if she wanted to.

  She had a quart of vodka swilling in her stomach, and raging hormones swilling through her veins. Her pussy was so wet, it was dripping down her thighs.

  And, fuck, her husband was right on his knees, doing the same thing. And from the look of his hard cock, bouncing up and down between his legs, Ross was as into this as she was.

  “C’mon,” Oliver grinned, and grabbed a fistful of Keri’s blonde hair. Tears sprang to her eyes as the towering African hauled her to her feet, and he picked her up and threw Keri onto the nearby daybed as if she weighed nothing.

  Keri gasped as she landed on the cushions, spread-eagled and eager.

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sp; Oliver stepped up and towered over her. He reached down and started stroking his massive cock – using Keri and Ross’s saliva to lubricate it. Soon, his dick was glistening like varnished black hardwood.

  “I’m about to fuck her,” Oliver growled, licking his lips. He turned to Ross, who was standing nervously behind them. “If you don’t want me to split your poor wife in half, I recommend you get down on your knees and get her ready for me.”

  Ross blinked. W-what?

  “Get on your knees,” Oliver growled, “and get her pussy good and wet.” He continued stroking his straining cock, narrowing his steely grey eyes. “I want her begging for more, not crying for mercy.”

  Ross gulped, and nodded.

  A moment later, Keri’s husband dropped to his knees by the side of the daybed, and reached up to grab one of his wife’s knees in each hand.

  Gasping, Keri lifted her head and looked down, between the valley of her breasts. She saw her husband positioning himself between her legs, and she smiled.

  “I-I love you,” Keri groaned.

  “I love you too,” Ross nodded, and then lowered his head between her thighs.

  Keri threw back her head, and moaned.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Oliver felt his cock swell even harder, as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him.

  The beautiful blonde Keri, spread-eagled on the cushions of his daybed with her thighs spread.

  And Ross, pale and naked, eagerly on his knees between her legs.

  Keri’s husband lowered his head between his wife’s legs, and she arched her back as his wet, warm mouth made contact with her eager pussy.

  “Oh, fuuuuck,” Keri’s hands clawed at the sheets, and she squirmed on the bed. “Oh, God, baby, that’s so good.”

  “Mmmmph,” Ross mumbled, his face buried between Keri’s thighs. “Mmmmph!” He was licking, and slurping, and snuffling like a pig looking for truffles – and Keri was squirming in pleasure as he did so.

  Oliver looked down at them and grinned. This was what got him off. The power of convincing people to submit to their filthiest, most forbidden desires… The ultimate submission.