Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  "It's your turn now…okay?" Samuel whispered.

  Samuel lay back while his legs were spread apart, waiting for Jonathan to settle down on top of him. He felt Jonathan's dick pointed against his ass, the reddish and spongy head was pushing against him. He lay back, closed his eyes and relaxed, he let himself open up and soon, he felt Jonathan was able to breach his virgin hole, he felt the dick of Jonathan stretch him open and penetrated his ass hole and he shivered as he felt his body take Jonathan's dick, little by little, until it was fully inserted in his ass hole. Jonathan lay heavily on his top, with their wet bodies pressed against each other. Jonathan started to thrust in that familiar way, the pump of his hips as he worked his dick into Samuel's hole. Samuel felt every inch of the dick, the way it passed through the tight entrance of his opening then suddenly he felt it relax completely to the penetration and he took Jonathan's fuck easily. He put his arms around Jonathan and hugged him, pressing bodies tightly together.

  "Please fuck me, Jonathan..." Samuel cried out as he felt Jonathan's pace became faster, the rhythm of his fuck became faster too, till the bed was already rocking beneath them. Samuel felt his own dick was caught between the two of them, being rubbed by the muscular body of Jonathan, and it even increased his desires, aroused him to the point he felt his second ejaculation rushing through his dick and blast out between them. Jonathan fucked him even harder, thrusted into his hole wilder as he came, the spasm of Samuel's hole with every ejaculation and the way it was being fucked by Jonathan's thick dick made him moan louder.

  "Oh shit, damn, fuck me..."

  Jonathan rolled over on his back and ran two fingers through the cum scattering on Samuel's tummy. He ran them in circles smudging the cum over Samuel's tummy and Samuel avoided the urge to laugh at the way it was ticklish. Jonathan looked up at him and smiled, then he leaned over and licked Samuel's cum, kissing the skin as he went. When Jonathan rose up, Samuel saw cum dripping from his lower lip.

  "Okay, now I think we should shower off again..." Jonathan suggested and he moved up to kiss Samuel on his lips. He suddenly pulled back and looked down at Samuel with a seriousness on his face.

  "Are you going to stay with me tonight?"

  "I will"

  – THE END ---

  Club Glow

  I looked up. There was a red sign lit up in neon: CLUB GLOW. Under the sign, legs crossed, ass planted on a stool, a woman blew smoke skyward. She had on a red mini skirt and black stilettos. I walked closer. She cocked her head and smiled at me. “Hi, baby,” she said. Her Bronx accent was deep and scratchy. She was a tranny, definitely. This was the place. I didn’t feel like asking any more questions. I walked past her and opened the door to the club.

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  I looked up. There was a red sign lit up in neon: CLUB GLOW. Under the sign, legs crossed, ass planted on a stool, a woman blew smoke skyward. She had on a red mini skirt and black stilettos. I walked closer. She cocked her head and smiled at me. “Hi, baby,” she said. Her Bronx accent was deep and scratchy. She was a tranny, definitely. This was the place. I didn’t feel like asking any more questions. I walked past her and opened the door to the club.

  Inside the club. I sat down and took a sip from a rum and coke. A tranny sauntered across the dance floor. Her muscular thighs bulged out of her skirt. She had butterfly wings tattooed on the backs of her hands. I signaled to her, held my drink in the air, and nodded my head. She ignored me. She walked to the opposite side of the dance floor and plopped down next to a blond boy. He was stiff and square shouldered. He looked like an ex-college quarterback.

  “Hey, baby.” I looked up. It was the same tranny from outside. She had a fighter’s jaw, a twelve-dollar wig, and masculine hands. She asked if she could sit down, but didn’t wait for an answer. She started petting my arm and crossed her legs towards me. She made a little small talk, then she asked, “You top or bottom, baby?” Her voice sounded like tin foil crumpling. Her face was caked with makeup, but the acne craters were still visible.

  “Top,” I said. She didn’t smile. Instead she stared at me hard, moved in closer, then ran her hand down my chest.

  “You have a big mouth?” she asked, then explained with her hands, spreading them apart seven, eight inches. I was uncomfortable. She was too close and too insistent. I felt like I was in one of those shops where the sales people follow you around asking annoying questions, desperate to either to get you to buy or to chase you out. My eyes darted around the club. Her hand moved between my thighs, settled on my crotch.

  “Is it big?” She asked. She fumbled for the zipper, tugged on it, and jerked it open. Her fingers groped my thighs and fondled my balls. “Let’s go to the back,” she said.

  I put my hand on top of hers, tried to guide it out of my pants. She ignored the gesture. Her fingers went for my cock.

  “Not right now,” I said.

  She sighed, stood up. I expected her to walk away. Instead she straddled me, started thrusting back and forth, and whispering in my ear. “C’mon, baby, c’mon.”

  I looked around the club. I wanted something else—a girl with softer edges, a thinner jaw, tastier breath and unsunken cheeks. She finally gave up, pulled her hand out of my pants, and stomped away.

  Another tranny at the bar caught my eye. She had creamy skin and dark hair. Her white skirt rode up her thighs. She toyed with her hair, turned, and smiled at me. My cock jumped. I got off the couch and walked towards her. My cock tingled and stiffened. She watched me out the corner of her eye, turned, and greeted me. The skirt slid higher up her thighs. Her voice was softer and sweeter than the other girl’s. I asked how she was, her name, and where she was from. Fine, baby. Jessica, baby. The Bronx.

  ‘Top or bottom?” She asked. I took a moment to think. She blinked her eyes a couple times. They were brown and her pupils were dilated.

  “Bottom,” I said. She smiled and I smiled back. She slipped off the stool and whispered, “You’re cute.” She rubbed my cock, giggled. “Twenty for a dance. Sixty for anything else.”

  She pulled me by the hand and led me to the back of the club past a group of trannies cackling in Spanish. They licked their lips and flashed hungry smiles.

  Back of the club. On a long couch two girls straddled two guys in suits. We walked past them and towards a fat woman hunched on a stool. She looked like a dyke. Her eyes were more maternal than menacing. She had fleshy chocolate cheeks and her black hair was cropped tight to her skull. Three keys dangled around her neck. Behind her, there were three doors. She opened one of them.

  “Play safe,” she said.

  Inside the hundred megawatt lit room. I slid my hand between her thighs, searched for the little package. She kissed my neck, reached for my cock. I ran my fingers over her ass and squeezed the soft cheeks. She spun me around, shoved me against the wall, then yanked my pants down to my knees.

  She licked her fingers, jammed one of them into my ass. I felt something warm and sticky around my asshole. She rubbed it. I felt her wet fingers sliding in and out. I felt my ass contracting and my cock shriveling.

  She grabbed my hips and thrust—slowly, jerkingly, at first. Then she picked up speed. Smack, smack, smack. One, two, three, four violent thrusts. I bit my lip, gritted my teeth. I tried to slow her down, to push back against her thighs, but she knocked my hand away and kept pounding and thrusting, and cursing at me in Spanish. I let out a sharp scream. She banged my head into the wall. She bit my ear, tugged on my cock, started muttering hijo de puta this, maricon de mierda that. And somewhere between thrusts the condom slipped off. She cursed and slid it back on. Her fingernails dug into my hips. Smack, smack, smack. Flesh smacked against flesh. Her hot breath blew on my neck; her sweaty hands began to lose their grip.

  I closed my eyes. A warm tingling sensation moved throughout my body. Her hands reached around my waist. She jerked my cock and her fingernails dug into my balls. I winced. She pulled out and spun me around. She walked to the corner of the room, bent down over a wicker bask
et. She came back with a towel and laid it on the ground in front of me. Then she got down on her knees and took as much of my cock as she could get in her mouth. She made a few gagging sounds but kept forcing her head forward. There was no gentle kissing or fondling of the head. There were no long licks up and down the shaft. I lolled my head back and shut my eyes. A few oooghs and aggghs, and I was finished. She cleaned me off with a wet towel, kissed my stomach, and smiled.

  When we finally left the brightly lit room, my head was spinning and my balls were completely drained. It felt so good having her take control of me like that. I grabbed a beer from the bar and plopped down on a red couch. What a slut that girl was! I didn’t have to tell her everything. She could just anticipate all my needs.

  I couldn’t believe how much time I’d wasted in bars chasing regular girls. I would never go back to that again. There was no need to. I’d found a place where I felt comfortable, a place where I could be taken to new heights of experience.

  I took a long, slow sip on the beer and scanned the club. The dance floor was still empty. A few more trannies and cross dressers had shown up while I’d been inside the room. But the number of customers was still about the same. I wondered what it took for a guy to come down to a place like this. If you take a cock in the ass from a man who looks like a woman does it make you gay?

  I’d known for a long time that I was a bit queer, not gay or homosexual necessary but definitely queer. And for a long time, I knew that my queerness might need to be expressed in a sexual way. Yet I tried to deny that to myself. Even though whenever I would turn on pornography I felt myself drawn to the transsexual videos, I still didn’t want to admit that I might have perverse desires. It just seemed that things were difficult in my life as it was. There was really no need to further complicate things.

  I felt an arm on my shoulder and looked up. Jessica, the girl who’d just pounded my ass, was smiling down at me.

  “You were real good in there baby. You sure you’ve never been with a girl like me?”

  I smiled. She was probably just trying to hustle me out of more money but it still felt good to be praised.

  “How’s your ass baby?” She asked. “Does it hurt?”

  My ass did feel a little sore. But I think all the adrenaline and excitement coursing through my body was killing off the pain.

  “I’m ok,” I said. “Your cock felt so good in my ass.”

  She smiled and began petting my arm, then her hand slipped down to my crotch. A minute ago my balls my felt completely drained but I was hard again. Damn, this was going to be a long night.

  “You must really like me,” she said in her thick Bronx accent, licking her lips like a cat on the prowl. “Maybe we should get out of here and go somewhere more private.”

  Minutes later we were hopping into the back of a cab and heading to her apartment in the West Village. During the ride she pulled my cock out of my boxers and stroked it.

  “You want it in the ass again?” She asked me.

  There was a glass partition separating us from the driver but I had a feeling that he could hear everything we were saying and that he was watching everything we were doing.

  “I would love that,” I said.

  When we got to her place we didn’t spend a lot of time talking. Once we’d both stripped down, she bent me over the bed and began rubbing lube on my ass. Then I felt her tongue licking around the swollen rim. I’d be taking cock twice, at least twice, this evening. This definitely wasn’t what I’d expected when I’d headed out earlier. It was well beyond my wildest, most perverse fantasies.

  She pushed one, two, three fingers in and out of my ass, slowly loosening me up again before she plunged her cock into me balls deep.

  “Oh, you have such a tight hole,” she said. “I’m gonna fuck you sooooo good baby.”

  I smiled and giggled as she talked and plundered my asshole. It was the most delicious feeling I’d ever experienced. It felt so good to just let go, to just allow another person to do whatever they wanted to do. She pushed my head down on the bed.

  “Spread your cheeks,” she said.

  There was no need to ask me twice. I did as she commanded and gladly. I heard her gathering spit in her mouth and then heard the spit flying out. It landed directly on my asshole. That was so fucking hot. My cock started twitching and tingling. I could feel a big load gathering in my balls. I didn’t want to cum yet so I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself down. It just about worked. I was still hard but I didn’t feel the immediate urge to come.

  “Oh you like that cock in you, don’t you? You little faggot. You’ve been waiting for this day for a long time haven’t you?”

  “Yes,” I said. “Please give it to me. Please give your fat cock.”

  She slowly pushed the head in and put her hands on my shoulders. She started rocking back and forth.

  It felt so good having that cock inside me again. I never would have thought that there were so many nerve endings in there. It felt so sensitive and tingly. The pain was gone.

  She began building up speed and thrusting harder. She had such a nice rhythm. I’d never fucked a girl as well as she was fucking me.

  “You like that cock, don’t you?” She said, pulling on my hair and yanking my head back.

  I couldn’t even get the words out of my mouth. My whole body was on fire with lust. The cum was rising in my dick. I began jerking off, desperate to shoot off a thick load. She pumped, thrust and grunted. It wouldn’t be long now. She let out a deep growl.

  “Ah, shit you fucking maricon. I’m going to shoot my load into your ass.”

  “Yes, please. I can’t wait. I want all of your cum,” I said in a pleading voice.

  “Ahhhhh” She moaned. I felt her cock pulsating and exploding into my no-longer virgin hole. After she came she kept herself inside of me for a few moments before finally pulling it. I fell onto the bed, completely exhausted. We were both covered in sweat and panting. She tumbled onto the bed next to me. We stayed in that position until early the next morning.

  I gathered my clothes and prepared to leave. I still had a few hours before I had to get to work. There was just enough time to get home shower, shave, and then head to the office.

  Jessica still lay in the bed. Her pale body was half exposed by covers. I went over to the bed to cover her up. Her cock was curled up in a little ball. It looked so much smaller than it had the night before. I took it into my hands and gave it a little kiss on the head. She moaned groggily, then partially opened her eyes.

  “Why are you up so early, baby?” She said. “Get back in the bed and sleep some more.”

  “I have to get to work,” I said. “But thank you for a wonderful evening.”

  “Are you coming back?” She asked.

  “As soon as I can,” I said, without the least bit of hesitation. There was no question about whether or not I would be back. I leaned over, kissed her on the mouth, then headed out.

  The morning sunshine struck me in the eyes. Immediately, I felt a sharp pain in my head. I figured that I must have had too much to drink. It was worth it. As I walked around the still sleepy city streets, I felt like a different person. I could never go back to being who I had been. I could never go back to being afraid of my sexual desires. I’d crossed a line and there was no turning back.

  I managed to get to work on time. I was exhausted and my head was pounding but no one in the office seemed to notice anything different. What would they think if they’d known about the pounding my asshole had taken over the last 24 hours? What would they think if they knew that I was such an obedient cum slut? Throughout the day these questions swirled around my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about that beautiful tranny—half man, half woman. What an exquisite combination!

  My cock remained hard all morning. I mostly stayed in my cubicle because I was afraid that someone would notice the large bulge in my khakis. When lunchtime arrived, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to go much longer without dra
ining my balls. Once everyone had left to get their lunches, I hurried off to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I could finally relax. I pulled my hard cock out my pants. It looked huge. I couldn’t remember it ever looking so full and thick.

  There was a little bit of chafing on my dick, so I spit into my palm and rubbed my hands up and down the hard shaft. With my other hand I fingered my asshole. That dual action felt incredible. I closed my eyes and thought back to the night before. I imagined Jessica pumping my ass with her huge cock, while at the same time jerking my dick. I imagined all the nasty, insulting things she would say to me while pushing her cock in and out of my ass.

  Within minutes I let out a huge load. Powerful jets of cum shot from my dick. Some of them might have hit the ceiling of the bathroom. It’d been years since I’d come so hard. For a few moments I sat on the toilet with my pants down at my ankles and my cock in my hand. Drops of cum trickled onto my fingers. I licked up every last drop, savoring the taste of my fluids.

  The rest of the day in the office was easy. I had no problem concentrating on my work and I even managed to get ahead on a couple of projects. When I left the office around five and stepped back out onto the city streets, my body was buzzing was an incredible sexual energy.

  I needed to see Jessica again. I sent her a couple of text messages asking if she wanted to meet up. While I waited anxiously for her response, I walked through throngs of sweaty, sexy people. There was a buzz in the air. Everyone was excited to be out of work and free to play for the next few hours.

  Jessica finally responded to my texts. She was at her apartment. She wouldn’t be heading off to the club for a few hours, so I was welcome to come over.