My Perfect Pet

When most people hear that my friends and I are all African, they form an opinion that we are going to be half dressed African savages with beads and spears and doing a traditional Up Down Dance. My friends were all very good looking, if I must say so myself, accomplished, professional and Americanized to a certain extent. While none of us have forgotten our history or where we come from, we've assimilated well into our surroundings and we've flourished in Western society. I think we've all maintained that delicate balance that allows us to remain true to our history and culture but also to take advantage of living in the most industrialized, capitalist nation of the world without becoming enslaved to the dysfunctional and oft times hysterical behaviors that are so rampant upon our peers who denounce our homeland.

We ran the full gamut in terms of skin color, Matt and Reginald were the deepest, most delicious shade of rare African ebony found anywhere on the planet, their rich, dark skin almost casting a bluish hue they were both so dark. I fell right in the middle with a milk chocolate complexion and anyone who knew anything about Kenya could tell by my signature haircut and facial features that I was Maasai. In fact, Matunde and I were both Maasai so we both were tall and our frames were lean.

That's not to suggest either of us were skinny. I have the curves that make a woman a Goddess and a man's mouth water and Matt spent many hours in the gym building muscle mass and ate a diet that filled out his frame that was uncharacteristic of Maasai men. Jomo was Luo and Reggie was Kikuyu but Jomo was a mixture of Asian, African, and European bloodlines so his features were "more refined" as they say. Jomo was Obamaesque in complexion. Reginald was the shortest of the bunch at 5'9", Matt was over 6' tall according to my estimates and Jomo was the tallest of the bunch. I, of course, am 5'10" but in heels, I'm almost as tall as my sweetie pie.

I let Matt give Michael a tour of the place, get comfortable with his surroundings while I got drinks for everyone from the bar. The rest of us socialized with the other patrons and danced a bit as well. Because the four of us have such an unconventional friendship, because we are so comfortable with our sexuality, it was nothing for Jomo and Reggie to start kissing me on my neck, undressing me on the dance floor and fingering me to the beat while white people stared in awe of our sensuality. We are all bisexual and not ashamed of that in any way so we turned heads when our play culminated in passionate, sensual eroticism where we were all just a tangle of beautiful bodies licking, sucking and fucking each other without regard to gender. Of course, the other Black people in the club were interested in watching us as well and would often start their own little public displays of affection only appropriate in a sex club inspired by our freedom, beauty, and blatant sexuality.

By the time Matt and Michael came back from exploring the club and going over the rules, I was hot and bothered and ready to play. That had given Courtney just enough time to velvet rope off, The Madison, my very favorite room that could accommodate us in comfort and allow for a few spectators to recline and watch with relative ease as well. We found our way to the room and people started to follow us, mostly regulars who knew that the white boy with us was about to get fucked like no one's business.

As the five of us poured into the semi private room and began to make ourselves comfortable all I could say was, "What the fuck is that god awful smell?" I put my hands over my mouth and nose and I almost wretched because of the foul odor.

"Yeah, that's ole boy. I guess he's so nervous that he's sweating like a pig." Matt's face was scrunched up and he was holding his nose and pointing at Michael.

"God Damn, he stinks like a fucking pig," Reginald said.

"Well, one of you needs to take him to the showers and get him washed because he is going to make me vomit," I said.

Michael made an attempt to defend himself with some lame, feeble excuses but I wasn't hearing any of it. We all trotted over to the shower rooms and the boys did rock, paper, scissors to see who would be the unlucky bastard to have the job of bathing whitey. Reggie lost. "And burn those fucking clothes," I yelled, "cuz I don't want him riding back in my car smelling like a barnyard animal." We'd actually been through this routine before. It was really a ritual in humiliation more than anything else but it was working. Oh, trust me he stunk, but the thrill was in the imagery of him being bathed like a little boy by his big, Black daddy. It seems like the hormones and pheromones of white boys kick into overdrive when they are nervous and it comes out in their pores as a funky smell, regardless of their personal bathing or deodorant habits. And what could be more humiliating than having to be bathed like a child, to stand there and have viewers gather and whisper in not so hushed tones about how embarrassing it must be to have to endure such treatment?

Reggie undressed Michael, taking off his clothes like a father does his child. Michael stood there, trying to cover up everything as it was being uncovered. Naked and exposed, he blushed from head to toe, making his pasty flesh turn pink, and quite honestly, slightly repulsive to me. Reggie undressed and everyone in the room couldn't help but stare. Even the men who called themselves straight, and they were few and far between on a night like tonight, had to take a second look. A perfectly sculpted body and a dick of mammoth proportions, with skin that was blacker than midnight, he was the embodiment of perfection. In contrast to Michael, the two literally and figuratively looked like night and day.

Under the spray of the communal shower, Reggie soaped Michael up roughly from head to toe. He had no choice but to comply and conform to Reggie's commands as he twisted and contorted Michael's body, lifting his arms and washing away the stench from his pits and bending him over and making a huge show of spreading his ass cheeks and fingering his asshole. Michael, struggling to stay balanced, braced himself on the shower wall and thrust his ass backwards, revealing his true slutty nature. As women and men alike, both black and white started to gather in the small communal shower room, Michael moaned loudly as Reggie had three, soapy, thick fingers twisting and thrusting in and out of his asshole.

He humped back, his face pressed against the cold shower wall as Reggie gripped the back of his neck and forcefully held him in place as he pulled his cock back, between his legs, and soaped and stroked it roughly. On his tip toes, teetering between shame and pleasure, he grabbed his ankles as he was being milked like a cow. The crowd that gathered was closer now, turned on by the atypical show of a Black man so easily manhandling a white man, almost with disdain. Reggie's cock stood out straight, practically aimed right at Michael's hole and men and women alike who were spectators would have gladly gotten on their knees and sucked off that tower of erotic black flesh.

Satisfied that Michael was not only clean but sufficiently humiliated, Reggie grabbed a couple of towels and dried him off. Holding out his hand, he said, "Let's go." Michael reached for that strong hand like a little boy and padded naked through the nosey, aroused onlookers as Reggie waved his hand and they quickly dispersed like Moses parting The Red Sea. The crowd scurried quickly behind like rats enchanted by the tune of the African pied piper, anxious to see how the rest of the evening would unfold.

Matt, exceptionally horny that evening, started undressing and said, "Move out the way, I need to get my dick sucked now. I'm so ready to bust a nut I can't see straight."

"Oh hellllll naw. I had to wash his funky ass so I get first dibs at whatever hole I want. I want it tight and hot for me." Reggie was already naked and erect and he did have a right to go first. Jomo and Matt nodded reluctantly as Michael looked at me for permission or direction as to what to do.

"What are you waiting for bitch, get on your knees and service my beautiful friend," I commanded. He complied, anxious and ready to get the party started, his heart pounding out of his chest. Reggie stood stoically; his manhood before him, the head glistening with precum as he stroked it to maintain his stiffness. People started squeezing into the room, trying to find a spot where they could see everything. Glancing around, for a brief moment, Michael felt self-conscious. All of these people were going to see him be used, abused, and dominated by three beautiful Black men and a gorgeous Ebony Domme. The tiny part of him that is white, the holdover part of him that had that instinct, that arrogant gene, that little white devil who whispered in his ear and said white men were not, under any circumstances, to be submissive to black men, caused him a few seconds of hesitation. He looked around the room and saw the faces of strangers whose minds he could almost read, that said, "What sort of white man would lower himself to do something like that? What sort of white man could degrade his race and his gender to let those savages use him?" All of those thoughts and apprehensions hastily faded away when he looked in my eyes and I simply motioned for him to do whatever he was instructed to do. He KNEW that his responsibility, his job was to make me proud. It was only then that his true nature, that of a filthy cum slut, took over. The part of him that made him long, no NEED to be used, fucked, abused, and degraded, the part of his being that craved humiliation and cum took over.

Falling to his knees, Michael knelt before Reggie and blocked out all the spectators except Jomo, Matt, and myself. His mouth watered at the sight before him and Reggie tormented him by waving that beautiful dick in his face, the weight evident as his hand gripped the heavily veined shaft, the engorged head peeking out from the thick foreskin. Peeling back the hood, Reggie revealed the glans of his penis and the unmistakable presence of head cheese. It wasn't that rank and raunchy odor some gay dudes get off on, but it was that undeniable, manly, piss, sweat, and cum odor that was the trademark of uncut cocks. Knowing Reggie as I do, he probably had fucked some woman at lunch time in his office to add a little more flavor to the mix because that's the way his twisted mind worked. He loved making sure white bois KNEW unquestionably that they were sucking a man's dick: a testosterone driven, dominant, alpha Black male's dick. Michael closed his eyes and inhaled the fragrance like a sommelier breathes in the aroma of a vintage 1964 Chateau Lafite Bordeaux.

Reaching out for it, Michael stopped in mid air, looking up, asking permission with his eyes to touch it. Reggie nodded and he placed his hand around the base. His fingers were able to wrap around its girth, but just barely. His pale hand looked striking against the blue/black skin of his exquisite master and Michael marveled at the contrast in skin tones that made him aroused on a cellular level. To him, there was nothing in the world quite so beautiful as a thick, hard, big, black, cock, especially one that was about to give him a copious load of hot, creamy, sperm down his throat. His own small, pinkish cock leaked in aroused anticipation.

One last time, he looked to me for a nod of approval and the go ahead to begin a night of complete and utter depravity and filth. It was as if my signal was the starter pistol for his whorish, piggish, slutty behavior. My nod was the proverbial, "On your mark, get set, GO!" I made him wait. I circled him, looked down upon him, I caressed Reginald and tongue kissed him. I lifted my dress and displayed my black lace covered ass a mere inches from Michael's face. I could have easily blown a fart right in his face but I'm sure he would have enjoyed that more than regretted it. Reggie fondled and caressed the full cheeks of my butt, slid his finger in my panties between my already moistening pussy lips. Michael whimpered like a little bitch and started begging, "Please, please, please," over and over and over again. I'm not sure what he was asking for specifically because he seemed just as mesmerized by my ass as he was by Reggie's cock, both centimeters away from his desperate tongue.

I leaned down and whispered, "You better suck that dick and suck it good you little white fruit cocksucker because this will be the first and last time you ever perform for me if you don't please my friend, understand?"

Michael nodded and whined which was enough of an affirmative response for me. I took Reggie's dick in my hand and I stroked it; precum dripped now from the head. I grabbed the back of his head and fed him what was clearly the most superb cock he'd ever had in his mouth. "You told me you love cum, bitch, that you love the taste of cum, well you better prove it to me." That cock was so thick, Michael was only able to get the first three or four inches all the way in his mouth, leaving the vast majority of it unattended. He wrapped both hands around the base of his dick and immediately set out on a rhythm to suck and stroke, suck and stroke. The slight taste of smegma fueled his slutty passions as his taste buds filled with the creamy makings of a dick in heat. He used his tongue to lick all the creamy residue he could and used his lips to cover his teeth and make his mouth nothing more than a pussy to be fucked and pounded. Reggie wasn't impressed; he wanted Michael to work for his cum, to pig out on his cock. He delivered a sound smack to the side of Michael's head, filling the small room with the sound of flesh against flesh, and demanded, "Suck my dick, slut, and make me shoot my load down your faggot throat."

Inspired, Michael, did his best porn star impersonation and began sucking that incredible cock like his very life depended on it. He was moaning, slobbering, sucking, and stroking for with all his might. He could feel every thick vein, the soft smooth skin of the shaft, the ridge of the head sliding in and out, in and out. Drool ran down his face to his naked chest as he put on a show that was turning all the spectators on. Everyone had moved in closer and the crowd was visibly turned on by the show. A few of the regulars had seen my friends in I in action before and they were turned on by the dynamics but there were always others, first timers, who stared in shock, awe, and what I can only assume was jealousy, or maybe it was disgust.

I leaned in close and whispered in Reggie's ear, "Baby, fuck his throat, jam that fat dick down his esophagus and make him choke on it. No mercy." Reggie responded by kissing me, pressing his full, soft lips against mine and sliding his tongue in my mouth. That was his way of saying, "Anything for you sweetie," and he proceeded to grab the sides of Michael's head in his powerful hands and skull fuck him without mercy.

There is a very subtle art to shoving your dick down someone's throat so that they don't throw up all over your dick. It demands patience, restraint, mercy, and PERFECT timing. Reggie was not versed in that technique. He grabbed Michael's ears like handles and began ramming, pounding, and thrusting his hips with all his might, forcing more of his cock down Michael's throat than most people would have thought humanly possible. Michael gagged and tried to push away with his hands on Reggie's firm thighs but it was absolutely an exercise in futility. With more than half of his cock in Michael's mouth, he wasn't going to be happy until his nuts were resting on Michael's chin. Perhaps, if his dick hadn't been so thick it might have been possible. Tears were streaming down Michael's face and he could feel the remnants of his dinner getting ready to come back up. He loved the feel and taste of that dick in his mouth. He even adored the staggering pain of that huge dick forcing its way past his tonsils.

The words used and abused took on new meaning with this blowjob and all the while he wanted to make me proud, so he sucked and swallowed and stroked with all his might. He was gagging, doing his best to hold on to his stomach contents down but I knew it was only a matter of time. I was shocked that he had lasted as long as he did and with one more violent thrust, Reggie forced his dick further down that throat than even I thought possible and all the contents of his stomach came rumbling back up. Greenish, brown slime poured out his mouth and nose and cascaded down his body. Michael spit and coughed and looked up at Reggie with a craze, animalistic look in his eyes and panted like a dog, "MORE! Please, more. Fuck my mouth some more, use me, give me that hot cum, use it like a cunt, shove it down my throat. MOOORRREEEE!"

That was all it took for me. My pussy was dripping wet. There is nothing I love more than seeing a white man in the midst of getting used and degraded and craving more. Reggie found his rhythm and started fucking that mouth pussy senseless. I had Jomo undo the zipper of my dress and slide me out of it. In the midst of all the action, both he and Matt had gotten completely undressed and they were stroking their cocks, preparing for their turns at bat so to speak. Still in heels, bra, and panties, I paraded around the small room, looking at spectators dead in the eye, visually taunting them, asking them if they wanted to be next, if they wanted to trade places. One of the black men in the crowd had gotten a white woman to suck his dick while he watched but her skills were nothing compared to Michael's; she was coughing and gagging and keep telling him to stop.

Jomo and Matt moved in closer, surrounding Michael. If there is a heaven for cocksucking whores, being surrounded by three gorgeous men with beautiful dicks, all hard and dripping has to be pretty damn close. Not giving a damn about asking for permission, he dove for Reggie's dick, this time, swallowing pretty much the entire thing, his throat open and accommodating. The one and only goal of a true cum pig is to get that sticky, hot load. He wanted to taste that jism, eat it, swallow it; he needed it inside him. My boy Reggie made me proud, holding back and denying him that cum, slapping his face with his hard meat, making him beg for it.

Matt decided to get in on the play and spun him around and starting ramming his dick in Michael's mouth next. While his dick is the same beautiful charcoal black color, he's cut, not nearly as thick, about the same length but his dick as a marvelous curve to it that was made to go down a throat perfectly. Michael dove for that dick like he was a dying man who needed cum to live. His eyes watered as he took a severe throat pounding from Matunde and I instructed him, "Suck that big, beautiful, cock you bottom bitch, eat it, swallow it you filthy cocksucker. Suck that cum out. Show everyone what a nasty cum whore you are. Suck that hot load out so you can get that little sissy cunt of yours stuffed. That's what you want isn't it, to get that pussy of yours stretched and filled with stiff, black, cocks, right?"

Those were the magic words. Michael and Matt both went into over drive, Matt pounded and Michael grabbed his hips and held on tight as he swallowed every inch, his nose was pressed against Matt's crotch as drool escaped the sides of his mouth. Matt knew the score and he pushed Michael away and Jomo immediately grabbed his head and shoved his dick in that little bitch's mouth. For the next ten minutes, Jomo skull fucked Michael without mercy. I almost felt sorry for him. The pounding was relentless and Jomo showed no clemency, no compassion. Harder, deeper, faster, he thrust. "Yeah white boy, that's a good girl, show daddy how much you love that dick, take it, suck it," Jomo taunted him as he continued with his brutal throat fuck.