As Richard watched in amazement, the already considerable but flaccid cock grew longer... thicker... hotter... harder! He couldn't believe what he was seeing! This massive fourteen inch mega-cock was actually becoming fully erect! Once it jerked and the powerful muscles behind it snapped the cock right out of Richard’s grasp.
Within several seconds, it was hard as steel and pointing straight at him... straight at his gaping mouth... its throbbing, fat head practically pulsated with pent-up sexual energy. Thick white pre-cum oozed from its slit, as if it was drooling at the prospect of conquering the submissive white man.
Slowly, ominously, the cock began moving towards Richard’s mouth. He didn't move to avoid it, he couldn't move at all, paralyzed by this powerful black python. But he was aware of the slight pressure of the black man's large hand against the back of his head. He knew there was no point in resisting. He was going to suck this beast of a cock whether he wanted to or not... whether it was physically possible or not!
With a searing heat, the cockhead hit his lips, wet from both the shower and his own saliva. The first ebony inch of the bulbous cockhead was thick and spongy... But it slipped in easily, smoothly shoving his thin white lips aside and spreading his jaw open at an awkward angle.
Richard tasted the precum on his tongue and it was, to his surprise, sweet. It acted as a lubricant, coating his tongue as the next couple inches forced their way into his relatively petite white mouth. His jaw opened even more, further than he thought he could open his mouth! And his lips were stretched to their limit around the impossible girth of the throbbing rod.
The trapped white man tasted the salty, almost pungent flavor of the black god's cock sliding along his tongue; felt its firmness straining against the roof of his mouth... then, he felt the mushroom-like cockhead hit the back of his throat! Richard gagged and spit up, but the acrid spit-up had nowhere to go but back down his throat.
His struggling was obvious: his body writhed on the gigantic tool like a stuck pig, trying to avoid choking to death. But the black man simply tilted Richard's head back and took a step forward, changing the angle of the cock so that it more easily slid down the white cocksucker’s throat without cutting off his windpipe.
As the black mouth-rapist executed this deft maneuver, another inch slid into Richard’s strained mouth and the head popped past the back of his throat and into his esophagus!
This black man obviously was very experienced at teaching his conquests to deep throat his enormous prick. And Richard was doing it - he was actually deep-throating this terrible nigger, this giant among men... this silent, savage animal of a creature.
Richard gazed up helplessly up at the black beast and felt him dominating him as much with his glare as with his unrelenting steel rod of a cock. To the black man, this was the natural order of things and Richard was simply fulfilling his role as the inferior specimen...
As the pinned white cockslave stared into his dominator's stormy eyes, his body went slack and he gave himself over, totally, to the superior Man's will.
The Black Man silently lowered himself over Richard, sinking his throbbing prick deeper, ever deeper into Richard’s gullet. Slowly, inevitably, the fat cock muscled its way deep inside the white captive, violating his body in the most intimate way.
Richard amazed himself with his capacity for cock as the Black Man expertly slid every... last... thick... black... inch of his engorged organ down into his belly!
It seemed like it had been an hour but, finally, Richard's nostrils were being tickled by the Black Man's kinky, coarse black pubic hair.
Richard simply stared up at him, eyes glazed over with involuntary tears, in an altered state of total sexual subjugation.
And the Black man, at last, let a slight smirk appear on his lips.
Richard, for his part, was strangely proud of himself... in some sick, submissive, sissy way, he was proud that he was capable of pleasing this masterful specimen of manhood.
"God," Richard thought, "I am such a fucking faggot." The tears welled up in his eyes and ran freely down his cheeks.
This caused the Black Man to flash a wide, toothy grin and his massive cock twitched inside Richard’s throat in a way that made the white slave’s groin quiver with girlish delight.
The Black God kept his cock buried to the hilt down Richard's throat for about a minute or two, giving his gullet time to expand and get used to the size.
Then, slowly, he began pulling it back out. As the impressive girth left him, Richard felt a bizarre sense of loss, of emptiness. As if he was no longer complete, as if he was missing something. He realized he would never be the same after this - he would always know the feeling of a gigantic black cock throbbing inside him, warming him, filling him... and he would always feel its absence.
Finally, the black man pulled the cock all the way out except for the wide head, which he left in Richard's mouth. Richard relaxed for a second, letting his body adjust to the sudden emptiness and freedom of movement.
But he was not done, not by a long shot.
Suddenly, savagely, the Black Man shoved the entire length of his monster cock right back down Richard's sore throat, down to the hilt; grinding his crotch in Richard's face!
Richard was caught completely off guard - he would have fallen down if the immense phallus anchored in his torso hadn't kept him held up! He wanted to choke, to vomit, but it was simply physically impossible with the big, black dick corking him up as it was.
Then, just as suddenly, the Black Man pulled back out and plunged it back in. Again and again, roughly and savagely, with no concern for Richard!
He had been so gentle at first, Richard thought, why was he being so rough with him now?! The Black Adonis was literally fucking Richard's face as if it was some cheap whore's gaping pussy!
The Black Man held Richard's head firmly in place with both of his strong, meaty hands as he worked his big black dick in and out at a breakneck pace. He pistoned it deep into Richard’s poor, abused throat over and over; his powerful black muscles flexing and relaxing with near perfect beauty - spraying water around the shower with each thrust.
Richard went totally limp and took the punishment, fixing his gaze on the Black Man's burning dark eyes, now filled with a primal lust. This was not about Richard and his pride anymore, this was all about the Black Man's cock and its burning need for release!
Over and over the wet, hot ebony cock plunged to the depths of Richard's soul, each time taking with it a bit of his pride, his manhood... and his humanity. With each thrust Richard became less of a man and more of an... animal... a thing - a hole, existing just to please his Black Master. And by the time Black Man would finish with him, he would be a whiteboy faggot slave to black cock, body and soul. There was no denying it.
The Black Man's relentless, savage rhythm started to change and Richard instinctively knew (as any natural cocksucker would) that he was getting close to blowing his load.
The Black Man was now plunging his burning cock in hard and fast, then holding it all the way in, grinding it down Richard's gullet, flattening Richard's abused face against his rock-hard abs.
Then he'd pull out even quicker and instantly shove his cock back in to the hilt and grind some more. With each thrust, Richard could feel the Black Man's cock throb in preparation for the inevitable... the final release that would seal Richard's fate.
"Sweetie? Are you in the shower?"
Richard jumped as he heard his pretty wife's sweet voice come from the bedroom. He snapped back to reality and looked around, panicked. For a moment, he had to figure out if he had really been fantasizing about the mystery Black Adonis mouth-raping him while he masturbated in the shower...
But the freight train of Big Black Dick plunging into Richard’s belly was all too real... And the Black Beast didn't stop, didn't even lose a beat! He continued to pound Richard's throat like a possessed animal!
"Sweetie? Richie?"
Richard heard her voice even closer as she cam
e into the bathroom! Richard was completely panicking now - he couldn't let Whitney see him like this! He had to do something, and quick!
"Richie, are you okay?" She asked, now right up against the shower curtain. He could see the silhouette of her perfect naked body against the curtain as the afternoon sun shone into the bathroom from the window behind her.
"Yes!" Richard managed to spurt out quickly between thrusts.
The Black Man did not stop. He kept pummeling Richard's mouth. The wet slapping sounds must have piqued Whitney's curiosity.
"Wow, sounds like you're really lathering yourself up good in there," she teased lasciviously, "Want some company?"
Richard panicked - she was going to come in - "NO!" he yelped between savage thrusts, "NOT!" -another deep thrust- "NOW!" he managed to choke out around the massive cockhead.
"Oh..." Whitney sounded surprised and insulted at the rejection of her come-on, "um... okay..."
Richard breathed a sigh of relief as she walked away from the shower curtain... at least he meant to, but it was kind of impossible with the savage face-fucking he was getting.
Any concerns for his poor wife's feelings were instantly shoved aside as the Black Man finally heaved his tremendous erection all the way down Richard's throat for the last time then bent over and wrapped his muscular arms around the white faggot's head and pulled with all his might to try to get just one more fraction of an inch down into poor Richard.
And then he came.
Doubled over as the Black Bastard was, the deep grunt that accompanied his orgasm was strangely intimate – right in Richard’s ear. The black mouth-rapist shuddered and jerked and throbbed and thrusted, each quiver of his powerful muscles eliciting a thick, hot, copious ejaculation of potent black jizz directly into Richard's vulnerable little stomach.
At least ten or eleven times the black giant bucked, shooting his hot, virile manseed into Richard's gut. Richard could feel the Ebony God's throbbing tool jerk and pulse with each powerful spurt - his enormous sperm hose pulsating inside him like something imbued with a life of its own. Load after load was literally shot out of the palpating, swollen cockhead, splashing violently against the white captive’s stomach walls.
Richard was shocked to actually feel the jets of thick, molten semen erupting from the invasive organ and slamming into his belly. He could feel the heat and the pressure of the black seed gorging his stomach.
He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Here he was, on his knees before some great big Black Bastard, being pumped full of his jizz... his thick, nasty hot spunk... worst of all, nigger sperm! Millions upon millions of little Negro sperm were being shot into the poor white victim’s stomach to swim around and try to impregnate his guts! What the fuck had happened to his picture perfect life of white privilege and how the Hell had it all fallen down around him so quickly?!
Richard didn’t have the energy to be mad or the luxury to be petulant about his predicament. He was too busy barely holding onto consciousness as this Black Brute gripped him as tight as he could and pumped the white cum dumpster’s belly full of his nigger baby batter, grunting in his ear like an animal.
It was such a perverse, subjugating experience, to be filled so deeply in this way. He didn't even get to taste the Black Savage's cum, he merely was a repository for it - it was like a black cocksauce feeding tube. All of the calories, none of the taste.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the last few, weaker spurts splashed into Richard’s guts. The Black Man jerked a couple more times, but Richard felt nothing substantial shoot from the engorged phallus settled deep in his throat.
The Black Man released him, lazily, and then stood back up, leaning back as he slowly extracted his now-drained cock from the white faggot's gullet.
Richard fell forward a bit as he regained his balance and felt sick at the feeling of the Black Man's copious load of boiling jizz sloshing about in his stomach! It must have been at least a full pint of thick, viscous cum filling his belly, Richard thought... He swore he could feel the tingling of probably billions of potent black sperm trying desperately to fertilize his stomach lining... he almost laughed at the thought, delirious from the inhuman sexual ordeal he'd just been through.
Whitney had been babbling on about something, Richard was suddenly aware, but he hadn't heard a word of it.
Luke breathed heavily, drenched in sweat, his massive cockhead still sitting in Richard's mouth. Richard was subconsciously suckling it like a puppy at his mother's teat. The white cockslave licked and sucked on the head lovingly, tenderly, as if thanking it for filling his belly with such a wonderful treat... lavishing it with gratitude for the honor of being the receptacle of its manly, superior black seed.
Richard heard Whitney lift the toilet seat and shortly heard the sound of his wife’s piss hitting the water in the bowl.
"Mmmmm," Whitney moaned, "Richard... I'm pissing... isn't that disgusting?"
Richard had always disapproved of, but tolerated, Whitney's tendencies to talk dirty about bathroom activities. He chalked it up to some repressed childhood hang-up she must have had... thinking that going to the bathroom was dirty and shameful.
Suddenly, to Richard's surprise, the Black Man's piss slit opened and out shot a forceful blast of the hottest, most acrid dark-yellow piss Richard had ever smelled... much less tasted!
He wanted to pull away, but the Black Bastard grinned and held the white cocksucker’s head firmly in place.
Richard had no choice but to swallow this torrent of putrid urine. He shivered at the thought of what those bulging black muscles could do to him if he resisted or spit the piss out... or the thought of the Black Bastard simply pulling back the curtains exposing their perverted deeds to his innocent white wife!
"Wouldn't you like to be watching me, Richard?" Whitney sighed as she pissed, massaging her clit, "wouldn't want to watch my hot, diry, smelly piss shooting out of my sweet, shaven cunny?"
"Mrrm!" Richard managed to groan in a vaguely affirming tone as he chugged down the unending stream of hot man-piss pouring into his mouth from the tremendous black snake plugging him up. And unlike the bellyful of semen, Richard got to taste every single, revolting drop of this gift from his Master's prodigious prick. It was salty and strong, like really concentrated, dark piss... but most of all it was steaming... like it had come right from the furnace of this Black God’s loins... which, of course, it had.
"MMmm, yeah, feel that hot piss, Richard... oh, it's so hot... so nasty..." she was breathing heavily and Richard could tell she was getting quite excited and masturbating as she pissed. Her piss went on forever as she continued to moan and talk dirty. Richard knew her to have an impressive bladder capacity.
No more impressive than this Black Man's, apparently! While he kept pissing just as long as Whitney did, his flow was much stronger, much more voluminous than what could come from Whitney's delicate white pussy.
As Richard continued to guzzle the incredible amount of nigger piss being hosed into his mouth, he marveled at the incredible endless supply of urine this Black God could hold!
Over the next couple minutes, he swore he'd swallowed at least a half a gallon of hot, rancid black man-piss! It was the most degrading, debased thing he had ever experienced. And, despite himself, his tiny three-inch white “cockette” was rock-hard. He had never been more ashamed of himself than he was at that moment.
Whitney's stream had ended now, as well. Richard had been so lost in his transformation into a urinal for black cock that he didn't notice if she had cum or not.
Then, finally the Black Man removed his massive cock from Richard's stretched, abused mouth. The white captive’s lips made a comical "pop" as the fat, swollen head snapped out.
Thick, viscous strands of mucus from deep inside Richard's esophagus clung to the tremendous, imposing black phallus, hanging obscenely in the air. They seemed to be extensions of Richard's insides begging the Black Master's cock not to leave them. He looked up submis
sively at his Master and saw satisfaction, pride and sadistic glee in his dark, brooding eyes all at once.
Suddenly, Richard heard a loud fart from outside the shower accompanied by a juvenile, girlish giggle.
"Tee-hee!" Whitney chirped, "listen to me! I'm going to take a big, nasty shit, now, Richie, smell it?" She farted loud and long, again, "Ewww! It stinks so bad, that's so gross!"
Then, to Richard's horror the Black Bastard turned around, pushed Richard's head way back forcing his mouth to open wide, and sat his quivering sphincter right in the white faggot's mouth! He couldn't believe this was happening to him! How could this... how could a person do this to another-
His denial was cut short by the sound of Whitney's next loud fart and, at the same time, a foul, fetid and forceful feces-spackled fart that shot out of the Black Man's dilating anus all over the inside of Richard's mouth - coating his tongue and his mouth with globules of liquid shit! The Black Bastard's farts were powerful, but muffled by Richard's mouth, so Whitney couldn't hear them over the sounds of her own.
"Oh, wow, that was a really raunchy one, Richie, you should smell this! Gawd!" Whitney was really getting off on her own filthy behavior, totally unaware of the absolutely debauched and depraved depths of raunch being perpetrated just mere feet from her by a gigantic Black Beast upon her poor, used, loving husband!
Whitney continued to unleash a cacophony of fetid farts, and the Black Man sitting on his face kept up with her admirably - unleashing wet, nasty, foul explosions of flatulence from deep within his bowels. With each putrid, powerful expulsion, Richard wanted to retch, but it never came. His body just didn't react as strongly as he thought it would... but then the worst of all came.
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