It was dark and wet. The smell was like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. Nothing nasty or raunchy, but rather earthy like when it rains on a summer’s night and yet different, like what I would imagine men on a chain-gang to smell like after a hard day’s work. The contradiction enveloped me. I was his possession. And whether he knew it or not, my skin burned, and my soul’s thirst peaked just by the thought of him subjugating me during those passionate nights of old. Though, I was married and respectable, I could do nothing to fight Richard, who had become my king. He was the first one to stamp out the hunger within me. The first one to have filled me with an indescribable joy. Before he arrived in my life, I had tasted every big dick in the East Coast. I have tongue everyone of their holes. I was his slave and he knew it. I owed him a debt of gratitude for liberating me from myself. He had come to me last night, just like I remembered him. He had beautiful eyes that sparkle through his glasses, and short cropped brown hair. He was slim and agile with a big white dick, but the best part of all was the power he had within. He had looked me in the eyes the first night we met and told me, "I’m looking for someone to sketch and you are the right slave for the job. Meet me at this address, while handing me a piece of paper, the day after tomorrow at 9pm." I was speechless. I thought, I don’t think so, but there was some power within his eyes that compelled me. I was there a couple of minutes early. He let me in an took me to his basement. Nothing to exotic, but yet, I became powerless the minute I went thought the threshold. That night I enjoyed serving him in all manners. He sketched me, and then began to command me. "Disrobe me!", he commanded. I’m feeling like getting my ass eaten, so get to it. I follow his orders like a puppy, and found myself beyond Ecstasy. His hole tasty like the most delicately prepared caviar. I found myself fingering and eating it, and heating up like a pot on the stove, slowly at first, but then full on. I love his pink hole, and he knew it. I ate his has for over an hour before he flipped over. I gasped. He had a humongous white dick and big balls. I liked and sucked him. His dick throbbing in my throat as I hummed. I didn’t know if I was d***k or high or both, but I felt a deep longing. I waited as I sucked and licked him from head to toe. Always at his command, always willing, always able, always making time, always having time. By the time he ordered me bend over, I needed no lube. The hunger had ensured that all system were ready. Wave after wave of heated neurons crashed on to my pre-frontal cortex rendering it helpless. He dicked me hard, deep, and f***efully for a full hour. I came like the slave bitch in heat I was to become from that moment forward. Every night while we were together, it was a repeat of that first night. I would surrender to my master and begin by eating his ass. I grew to like it, no just like it, I grew to love it. I was his and there was nothing I could do about it. One day, he disappeared and I never heard from him.
I was at home with my wonderful husband. He had just finished filling me with his milk. I remember purring when that happened. He had left his big dick inside my hole. We were joined. I heard a knock at the door. Normally, he would get up and answer the door, but this time something told me to go. I left him in bed in the back bedroom. When I reached the door, Richard was there. My pre-frontal cortex disengaged like those many years ago. I fell to my knees and Richard told me very calmly, "Meet me at the same address at 9pm the day after tomorrow." I closed my eyes and when I opened them, he was gone. I was scared. The power in his eyes had grown stronger. Though my husband and I were not semi monogamous, ,i could not resist. Believe me, I resisted. I resisted when I got on the train praying for a derailment. I resisted when I walked down the street to his house, hoping to fall and break my ankle, but ultimately, I found myself in his basement. He had company. It was Josh, a tall, slim, 32 year old white man. He was on the bed watching carefully, as Richard, and I talked. More like, as Richard talked and I listened. Richard had ordered me to top Josh to overcome my subservient mentality,and just take him. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for Master Richard, so I reached within and found myself ready to fuck the beautiful white man in front of me. I jumped into the bed like a bulldog. I grabbed him and twisted him around until he was face down and ass up. I ate his pink hole. He squirmed, but I wouldn’t let go. I fingered him and tongue him at the same time. I licked my finger after every dip in his love canal, and every time I wanted more. Josh was surprised by my ferocity, but allowed himself to be taken. As I rimmed his hole with my tongue, I jerk him off and flicked at his nipples. Josh was heaving, sweating, and shivering by the time I got my big dick into him. I held him firm and just plunged my dick balls deep. If he cried, I did not hear him because most of my higher function in my brain had shutdown. I fucked him for a long time before I began to cum. The more I came the harder I fucked him until the last drop had been ejected. We both fell asl**p. Josh in my arms with my dick in his hole. I woke up to see Richard watching over us. He told me he had watched as I took Josh down and fucked him. Josh was now ours. Richard wanted to join in and I was happy he did. I began to rock myself inside of Josh and the motion woke him up. He saw Richard and knew he was in for a double dicking. Richard joined me and both of our dicks joined inside of Josh. for his part, Josh let out a scream, but quickly adjusted to the two dicks like a two dollar whore. By the time we were done, Josh had cum coming out of his mouth and ass. When I left that night, I knew things were never gonna be the same. Richard and I would be fucking Josh for days to come.