There it was again. A subtle hint. Did he mean to share her? It made her knees weak. This wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal, was it? She thought Rickie might have been right to worry.
“Here, I’m forgetting my manners. Sit.” He waved at a large black leather couch. She sat, keeping her legs together.
He sat right next to her and immediately put his hand on her bare leg. She stiffened.
“Relax. You’re fine.”
She nodded and took another sip of her drink. She wished Bull would come out. She’d feel much better once he was here. “What’s he doing, anyway?”
“Who? Darrell? He’s getting ready. He’s almost done. I’m supposed to entertain in the meantime.”
She looked down at his hand, which now traveled up to an inch from her bare sex. “Just what does he mean by ‘entertain’?”
Jamal laughed. “Whatever I want. Like I said, Darrell and I are very close.”
His other hand reached out and stroked the side of her breast and she pulled back and nearly spilled her wine. She took another sip and looked down the hall, hoping he’d come out.
“Relax, you’re in good hands.”
“You’re making me very nervous. Can you go get Bull for me?”
“In a minute.” One hand caressed her breast while the other one brushed against her sex and she managed to break his contact for a second while she put her glass down on the coffee table.
“Please. I don’t know you.”
“But I’ve heard all about you.”
“Really? What has he said?”
“He told me about your wimpy husband and how he can’t satisfy you. And that you are hot as a pistol in bed when you have a real man around. Did you know that my cock is larger than Darrell’s? Only by a half-inch, but I’ve lorded it over him ever since we were teen-agers.”
His hands were back now, stroking her, making her hot and nervous. It was a heady combination. She couldn’t imagine Bull wanted her to succumb to her brother. Did he? The image of Bull’s black cock filled her mind and she tried to picture something even larger and failed. He was plenty large for her.
“Does Bull know you’re doing this?”
“Yes. He does.”
Liz closed her eyes. “So … what? I’m expected to…”
“Yes.”
“I think I want to go home.” She tried to stand.
“No,” he said, one hand pressing down on her shoulder. “Give me a blow job first.”
“Bull!” She shouted. “Bull! I need you!”
“Ha!” he laughed. “Look at you. I know this is new, this part. But think about how lucky you are to have realized that a white man’s cock can’t satisfy a woman. Any woman. Darrell woke you up to that fact. You are becoming a black cock slut and there’s no going back.”
“That wasn’t the deal.” She sounded like Rickie. “I mean, I like Bull. He’s very nice. But you – I don’t know you.”
“But I have a cock that you will learn to love.”
“No! I’m not like that…”
He chuckled. “Not like what? You’re a wife who cheats on her little-dicked husband because he’s not what you need. You need a real man.”
“I need Bull. Not you.”
“Like I said, we’re very close. Look, if you really want to go home, you can. Just give me a blow job first.”
She hesitated, looking down the hallway and then looking down at the bulge in his pants. Her pussy told her to go for it. Her mind said, get the hell out. She hoped Bull would come out to rescue her. She bit her lip.
“It’s just a blow job,” he said, unbuckling his pants and pulling out his monster of a cock. She stared at it and found her mouth beginning to water. “That’s all.”
She couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to be exclusive to Bull, but if Bull told Jamal he could have a blow job, who was she to defy him? “You sure Bull is okay with this?”
“Sure. You can ask him yourself when he comes out.”
“I’d feel more comfortable if he told me himself.”
“You can take my word for it.”
His hand snaked around her neck and gave her gentle pressure. She found herself bending down toward his cock. It was magnificent. Black and hard and sexy. Her mouth opened and she took the tip inside.
“Ohh, yes, that’s sweet,” he said.
He was clean, tasting faintly of soap, and she began to take more than the tip inside. Jamal let go of her neck and leaned back, giving her more room and she licked at his shaft, trying to see if she could fit it all in her mouth as she had done for Bull many times. Her pussy fairly gushed with desire as she took more and more of him into her throat. It made her realize just how much of a slut she had become in the last few weeks.
“Oh, that’s good,” he said. “Keep doing that.”
Suddenly, the front door burst open and Bull was standing there, a twelve-pack of beer under one arm. Liz pulled back in shock and blurted, “Bull! He said you were in the bedroom! He said you said it was okay!”
Bull just shook his head. “This is what happens when a black cock slut sees Jamal,” he shrugged. “They just can’t resist him.”
Jamal grinned. “You’ve got a woman who’s hot as a pistol, brother. You interrupted something special.”
He reached out to push Liz’s head back to his cock but she resisted and stood up. “Bull, I’m sorry!”
“Don’t be. My brother and I are very close. We share sluts all the time.”
“I’m not a slut!” Both brothers laughed. “I mean, I’m only for you, Bull.”
“Like hell. Let me see.” He put the beer down on the coffee table and reached between her legs and stroked her. She was very wet and it was obvious she was aroused. He held his wet fingers up for her to see. “You’ve gone this far, teasing my little brother, you might as well go all the way.” He pulled her to her feet and bent her over at the waist, presenting her bottom to Jamal.
She was shocked. “Bull!” She tried to wiggle away and he slapped her bottom, hard, stunning her into silence. She felt Jamal’s cock rubbing against her wet slit and she tried to get away again. Bull said to Jamal, “Give me your belt.”
Liz heard it slip from the brother’s pants and gasped. “No!”
The belt cracked down on her ass and she jumped. “I want you to be nice to my little brother. He’s all I’ve got in the world.” Crack!
“Okay! Okay! I was startled, that’s all.”
“I know. You thought I’d be jealous, right?”
“Right! I was embarrassed to be caught like that.”
She had settled down but Bull did not release his grip on her. When she felt Jamal’s cock again, she didn’t try to fight, she just widened her stance. It barged its way in and she felt like such a slut. That was before the orgasm started to build within her. It shocked her that her body could betray her like that. She made a sound in her throat and Bull released her and let her put her hands on the couch for support. He watched as his brother fucked her to an orgasm. Jamal was right – he was bigger.
“Oh god! Oh my god!” She was lost now and didn’t notice when Bull picked up the beer and took it into the kitchen. Her orgasm erupted inside her and she nearly fell down. Jamal held her up with his hands, his cock continuing to spear into her. She came again and again and thought she might lose her mind.
Suddenly, he pressed hard against her and she could feel his cock spew his seed deep into her womb. She shuddered with a final orgasm and sank down onto the couch, his cock slipping from her depths. She felt his seed spill out and run down one thigh.
“Ohhh,” she groaned, feeling guilty.
Bull came back with a beer and handed it to Jamal and took his place behind her. He pulled her roughly to her feet. She felt his cock enter her and it was familiar again. She sighed and pressed back into him as he fucked her. He brought her to an orgasm but didn’t come himself. She felt let down when he pulled out.
“Now that we’ve established the paramete
rs of the weekend, we can have some fun.”
Chapter Nine
Rick paced back and forth Friday night, worried about his wife. He texted her at one point, and got no response. He thought about going over there, but he knew he would not be welcome. They would just torment him and he wouldn’t be able to save Liz. She wanted to do this, he told himself.
He tried watching TV and found it distracting. What he really wanted to do was masturbate. He unzipped his pants and eyed his cage and thought about cutting off the lock and replacing it with an identical one later. If he could swap the key out, Darrell would be none the wiser. If he failed, his bottom would be sore for a week. And he’d probably be caged for another month!
He decided not to do anything. No, that wasn’t right – there was something he could do. He went into the bedroom and stripped off his clothes and yanked Liz’s panties off and tossed them into a corner. He found a pair of his briefs and pulled them on. He felt a little more normal, at least. He went back out to watch more TV, his cock aching in its cage.
He texted Liz three times on Saturday and got no response. He tried calling too. Nothing. By Sunday, he was beside himself. He texted her again at noon and said he’d be coming over there if she didn’t respond. An hour later, he got a text.
It was a photo of Liz holding two huge black cocks, her face smeared with come, with the caption: Having fun, don’t worry.
Two bulls now? He remembered that Darrell had a brother. That must be him, he thought. Why would Liz give herself up to Bull’s brother? Wouldn’t Bull be jealous? He doesn’t let Rick touch her, but he lets his brother fuck her? It didn’t make sense.
He wanted to go to her and found he was just too scared to confront Bull – especially if he had another big black man there. He wouldn’t stand a chance and he’d be humiliated besides.
Fuck it! he said to himself, Liz got herself into this mess, she can get herself out!
She came home at five on Sunday. She looked exhausted. Her hair was wild and her lipstick and eyeliner smeared. She looked like she’d been crying.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded and jerked her head toward the bedroom. He followed her at once. “Take off your clothes, except for your panties,” she said.
“Uh…” He was still wearing his briefs.
“Hurry! I don’t have all day here.”
He stripped and when she saw his briefs, she sighed. “That we’ll deal with later. Quick! Put on some of my panties!”
He wondered what the hurry was but he did as he was told. He picked up the old pair of panties and replaced his briefs with them and returned to her side. “What’s this all about?”
“Hurry, get on your back on the bed.” She seemed agitated, so he climbed up and laid down. She stripped in front of him, revealing a body that looked like it had been worked over. There were red marks and bruises and her breasts appeared to have been mauled. But what really startled him were the words in black marker written on her bare, reddened pussy:
Black Cocks Only
“Oh my god! Are you all right?”
She nodded and reached out to pull the front of his panties down to expose the cage. She picked her cell phone out of her purse and climbed up over him. She scooted up until her swollen pussy was directly over Rick’s face. He could see the white fluid there and tried to push her away.
“No!” she shouted and he instantly stopped fighting. “I’ve got to do this or we’ll both be in trouble. Now suck!”
“But … isn’t that Jamal’s sperm as well as Bull’s?” he whined.
She reached down and slapped him across the face. “I’ll explain later! Now suck!” She sat down on his face and he had no choice but to lick her pussy. Great gobs of seed dripped into his mouth. She spread her legs wide and he felt the camera flash. She took three pictures, including one over her shoulder at Rick’s soft body in the panties, his cage obvious.
“What are you– mmmpf!”
She stopped for a moment and it was clear she was texting. Rick just licked her and tried not to think about what she was up to. Finally, he heard the swoosh sound of an email being delivered and she sagged down onto his chest.
“Whew!”
“What was that all about?”
“Bull said I had to send him some pics of you sucking my pussy while wearing your panties and your chastity belt within five minutes of arriving home or we’d both be spanked.” She rolled off of him and stood up. When she turned, he could see her ass had been well marked with a belt or something similar.
“What the hell did they do to you?”
She shook her head. “Everything.” A shiver went through her. “On the plus side, I don’t have to wear the smaller butt plugs anymore.”
“You mean…”
“Yeah. It took them a while. They were very patient – and insistent – but eventually, they got their cocks into my ass.”
“My god! We should call the police!”
“No!”
“You’ve been raped, don’t you see that?”
“No! It wasn’t a rape. I wanted to do those things. I’m not sure I wanted to do them with anyone except Bull, but it was his brother…” She trailed off.
“Sounds like your making excuses!”
“I guess I am.”
“So what else happened? I hope they didn’t invite in the neighbors!”
Liz closed her eyes. “They said they were going to. That was one of the ways they got me to do everything. They said they’d pimp me out if I didn’t make them come in every way possible. It wasn’t really a threat – I doubted they’d really do it. But it worked on my mind. It made me want to please them. That and being stimulated all the time.”
* * *
She couldn’t tell him what she really meant by “worked on my mind.” Within twenty-four hours after arriving, she had become insatiable. They had teased her and pinched her and slapped her and fucked her until she nearly lost her mind. Her pussy and mouth had become sore, but she had wanted to be nasty with those men. They brought her inner slut out of her. Every woman had one. She had kept hers locked away. Until now.
It was the best sex she had ever had in her life. It was as if Bull had become two people. Twins. They were very much alike, after all. They shared everything.
“This is way out of control now. What’s next? Making you walk the streets for them?”
Liz shook her head. But inside, she realized she probably would. If they asked her to. She could refuse them nothing now.
“They’re coming over this weekend. Both of them.” She hated to think what they would do to Rickie. It wouldn’t be pretty.
“No way! It’s bad enough having Bull order us around, but two of them? I can’t do that!”
“We have to.” I want to, she thought. Even as sore as he was, the thought of having Bull around again… She shivered and her pussy fairly purred.
“We can’t just let them take over our lives! Why don’t we go away this weekend?”
“I can’t. We’d have to come home so you could go to work. And Bull would come over and…” she shuddered again.
“You sound shell-shocked. Like you have PTSD or something.”
“No, it’s nothing like that. He’s just a very powerful and compelling man. And when there were two of them…” She didn’t finish.
* * *
She picked up the phone and hit a speed-dial number. Rick knew it had to be Bull.
“Hello? Did you get them? Are they okay?” She listened for a moment. “Okay, just a sec.” She leaned over the bed, putting her head right next to Rick’s confined cock. She stretched out her arm and took a picture of her face, smiling for the camera.
She sat up and sent that one off as well. “Okay, I sent it,” she said. “You should be getting it soon.” She listened for a moment and Rick saw a tear come to her eye. “No, he was very good. He was just worried, that’s all. Yes, I think he got all his chores done.” She looked down at him and he nodded. “Yes, he s
ays he did. Okay. Really? Do I have to? No, no, I’m sorry! I’ll do it.”
She put the phone down on the bed and told Rick to get up. “What now?”
“Lean over the bed. Hurry!” He obeyed and watched as she got out the paddle.
“Hey! I don’t deserve this!”
She gave him a steady look. “You know you do. Now don’t fight it or it will be worse for both of us.”
He wasn’t sure what she meant but it didn’t seem like the time to argue. He bent over and she yanked down his panties and began to smack his ass.
“Ow! Dammit, that hurts!” She struck him again and again and he noticed the phone was still connected. So they were listening in. He had to endure ten swats before she stopped. She picked up the phone and took a picture of his red ass.
“There, I sent it. Okay? I need to take a shower and talk to my husband. Okay, ‘night.” She hung up. “They liked the photos.”
“I think you’d better tell me just what happened. I really think we should call the cops.”
“No!” she said again. “If the cops questioned me, I’d have to admit that I was a willing participant.”
“How can you say that? Look at you! You’re all bruised and torn up and you’ve got nasty things written on you. How can you say you weren’t raped?”
“Because I wasn’t, okay? You weren’t there. You don’t know. Now, excuse me, I have to go take a shower.” She got up and padded into the bathroom. He heard the shower go on. She was in there a long time. He waited until she came out, still naked and damp, drying her hair with a towel. She looked a lot better, although the words could still be seen on her pussy and her anklet remained in place.
“Why didn’t that wash off?” he asked, pointing.
She looked down. “They used permanent marker,” she said. “They said it would last until they could have me tattooed.”
“Tattooed! No way!”
She sneered. “Like you’re going to stop them?”
“Do you want a nasty tattoo like that?”
“I don’t know. I think under the right circumstances, I would accept it gladly.”
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