Chocolate Box

"Oh, please, no," I gasped, feeling the pain of being pushed open by just one finger. But my mouth was filled by another meaty black dick before I could beg any further.

"Shut up, bitch," I heard Trent's voice behind me and realized it was his finger up my ass, "You're gonna take a lot more than just a finger before we're done. And I bet you're gonna enjoy a black cock in your ass just as much as your wife does!"

Susie had always denied me anal. She had said it would be too painful, but Trent's enormous ebony monster was over twice the size of my puny white pecker and apparently she was quite happy to take it from behind. That was yet another reminder of how inadequately underwhelming I was as a husband compared to the highly desirable slab of real masculinity that was her new lover.

That lover was now pushing the gusset of my panties to one side to expose my bare naked asshole. In his other hand was the expensive champagne bottle which I had hoped would get my wife in the mood for a big romantic evening. Instead, Trent and his boys were just passing it around and chugging it like cheap beer. And now he took a gulp and then, to my shock, took the bottle and thrust its neck between my bare ass cheeks.

I couldn't believe how filled up I felt as Trent sodomized me with a champagne bottle, sticking the smooth neck of the bottle up into my butthole while the sparkling, sticky liquid spilled out and ran down my thighs. Soon I was wincing and gasping as the bottle withdrew and thrust back into me, all while separate hung black studs took their turns fucking my face. I felt utterly impaled by the bottle penetrating my ass, helpless and humiliated as all the guys laughed at me.

"Getting your fill of champagne and chocolate, bitch?" laughed one of the guys as his buddy pushed the neck of the bottle in and out of my tight hole, all while another rammed his dick in my mouth, "I guess this is a real Valentine's treat."

My ass was throbbing, getting torn and stretched out by the bottle, and the line of black dicks to take turns in my mouth was relentless. There were tears in my eyes now as I gasped, slurped and slobbered around one slab of monster black meat, then another, two more still in my hands. My red lipstick was now just smudged and smeared all around my mouth.

Then the bottle popped out of my clenching hole, spilling even more fizzy champagne out of my butt, down my thighs and over my scarlet stockings with their sensual lace tops.

But that was not the end of my virgin hole getting torn into. Not at all. I had only a moment to get used to not having something hard and thick impaling my feminized ass before something of even more powerful girth replaced it. Trent positioned the giant purple swollen head of his monster erection, glistening with pre-cum and my saliva, at the entrance to my champagne-sticky hole, and began to push it into me.

"Oh God, please, it's too big," I squealed and cried, unable to concentrate on fellating big black cocks because of the even bigger one pushing up into me, "No, it's too much for me to take. Put the bottle back in instead. Anything!"

"You'll take it you little sissy white bitch," said Trent, pushing ever deeper into my prostrate, weak, helpless body, kneeling down, ass up, "And by the time that I'm done you're gonna love it. Just like your white whore wife!"

There was really nothing I could do but bend over and take it like my wife. Her strong black lover was in total control as his powerful ebony body towered over my skinny little white one. He pushed down deeper into my virgin ass with that giant dark rod and I just bit my lips and tried to relax my anal muscles.

Trent withdrew slightly, but only to thrust deeper and before long I was getting pounded with the full length of his giant shaft. My head was swimming and my ass impaled, but I couldn't stop licking and sucking the gang of black dicks in my face. I thought that maybe if I could relax my ass and focus on pleasuring the black beasts in front of me, then it would take my mind off the feeling of being split in two by a giant black weapon from behind. Besides, I reasoned, the quicker I could bring these studly guys to climax, the quicker this whole ordeal would be over.

So, I found myself deep throating massive black cocks like a horny porn star, all while the studly hunk who had spent weeks secretly cuckolding me now nailed my ass with the forceful thrusts that showed exactly why my wife preferred his type of masculinity to mine.

"This sissy is gagging for it so bad," said one of the guys.

"If little Lulu keeps up like this, she'll find that these Valentine's chocolates have a creamy filling!" said another.

"Uh, yeah, get ready for it," said the guy whose throbbing black member I was currently hungrily bobbing up and down on.

And he swiftly followed up on his buddy's promise of a creamy mouthful by ejaculating hard right down my throat. A stream of sticky, slimy sperm struck the back of my mouth and I instinctively swallowed. It was warm, salty and really not a bad taste. A second strand leaked from my mouth as the hung black stud withdrew his cock from my lips and jerked the rest of his load all over my face.

In a moment a fresh black hardon was in my mouth and two more being vigorously masturbated in my hands, eagerly hoping to finish them just as quickly. My enthusiastic swallowing was made increasingly erratic, though, by the way my whole body was thrown around every time Trent's black beast slammed into my butt. Nevertheless, it was just a minute later that a second chocolate cock unleashed its creamy load all over me.

This time it was the one I was jerking off with my left hand and, as the guy gave a satisfied grunt, I felt it stiffen and quiver at my touch and then a jet of translucent juice hit me across the chest. My expensive red corset took a couple of shots of cum before I directed the next at my face. Completely on instinct, I realized I wanted a taste of this treat from my wife's Valentine's "chocolate box". I let the cock in my mouth go and opened up to the final stream of spunk from the otherejaculating black hunk. I savored the thick salty semen on my tongue in a way that provoked a laugh from all the real men around me.

"Sissy loves a taste of black man's cum, then?" laughed the first guy who had dumped a load in me.

"Oh yeah, looks like Lulu's a regular cum dumpster," Trent laughed as he pounded my raw, aching ass.

"Yes," I gasped, keen to finish this now we were so close, "Feed me all your sticky cum! Give it to me!"

I had begun to adjust to the feel of being nailed from behind, to relax into getting a black giant penetrating deep into me. In fact, as Trent withdrew his dick completely, I felt my ass push back to try and remain filled. It was only for a moment, though.

"Come on, Lulu, you dirty sissy whore," he said, sitting himself on the bed surrounded by the romantic rose petals, which I had spread in the hope of seducing my wife, "Spread those white slut legs and ride my big black beast."

His huge, throbbing, veiny black member stood proud, jutting up from his crotch like an enormous flag pole. I had no idea how that had just been inside my delicate white body. And I really didn't know if I was ready to straddle it.

I was not going to get much choice in the matter, though. As the two guys who had already spent their loads on me watched, the two that were still stiff and horny tore off my red boyshort panties and picked me up beneath the shoulders and thighs. They were so strong and powerful that lifting my whole weight between them felt like nothing. They pulled my legs open and positioned me straddling above Trent's crotch, facing out into the room. Trent grabbed his dick and pushed it between my butt cheeks. Then the guys let go of me, Trent's hands were around my waist and his hips thrust up to impale me on that big black pole.

Soon, he was bouncing me up and down on his lap like a ragdoll as I gasped and squealed at being so totally impaled, so completely used by my wife's lover and his monster cock. The other two enormous black dongs were in my face, but it was hard to catch them in my mouth as I forcibly rode the biggest and blackest of them all.

Across the room, I caught sight of myself in the bedroom mirror, a skinny little white bitch bouncing up and down on a huge black cock. There were tears in my eyes. It was like a perversion of my perfect Valentine's evening. The champagne and rose petals were all around the screwing couple. The red corset and stockings was there too. But instead of covering my wife, it was my body laced into the cum-stained corset, my legs spread wide in the stockings. And, between the lace of the garter belt, there was not my wife's wet pussy, but instead my puny white cock, flopping around with every movement to slide my ass down Trent's huge shaft.

My humiliation was only increased when I saw in the mirror how that little white dick was every bit as stiff and firm as the big black ones in my face. Apparently my body could not deny what my conscious mind was trying to ignore. I was getting off on this! The humiliation, feminization, getting used by the very big black dick that cuckolded me, swallowing and being coated in cum, I didn't hate it. It was getting me hard. I had thought my begging for black dick and cum was an act, a way of giving the powerful studly guys around me what they wanted. My own arousal suggested otherwise.

If my little white cock was dribbling pre-cum on my expensive scarlet lingerie, the real black cocks of the real men in my face were doing more than that. Almost simultaneously, the two guys, who I was still trying to masturbate and blow even while my body was rocked by riding the dick in my ass, started to cum, baptizing me in sticky juices. There was cum on my cheeks, my forehead, shooting into my hair, cum on my chest and corset. I caught streams in my mouth and swallowed, but it dribbled from my lips.

"You are one dirty cum slut, Lulu," Trent said, pushing up into me as I rode down to meet his thrusts, "But you had better be ready for a load right up inside your white bitch ass."

And then finally it was over. My wife's big black lover powered into my ass and blew his load, cumming buckets right up into me, so that, when I finally got off him with shaky unsteady legs, it ran in drips and blobs all down my thighs and over my stockings, mingling with the sticky stains of champagne from the bottle he had used on my ass first. My legs were too weak to stand after being seen to like that and I just collapsed amongst the rose petals on the bed.

The ordeal was at an end and the gang of muscular black studs headed out. I had never even learned their names. For them I was just a sissy white hole to use. But, to be honest, they may have been little more than powerful black fucksticks to me. All except the last to leave. Trent turned back to give me a triumphant smirk as he left, leeringly looking down on me, helpless, in stained and torn lingerie.

"I'll let Susie know how much I enjoyed her Valentine's present," he said, "It's great when they get you just what you want, isn't it? Maybe she can treat her real lover again some time!"

Finally alone, I just lay there exhausted in a puddle of champagne and spunk, not even bothering to remove the lingerie I had fantasized about seeing on my wife while I fucked her. My dick was still as hard as I could ever remember, so I did the only thing I could think to do.

I was in the middle of jerking my little white shaft, licking the cum from round my lips when the door opened again. In fact, I had just reached my fingers between my thighs and around my no longer virgin asshole, scooping up Trent's thick, gloopy spunk, when my wife came in. Susie caught me, dick in hand, licking my fingers coated in her lover's cum from my ass. And there was nothing I could do. In fact, I just continued stroking myself off while she laughed at me.

"Wow, I guess my chocolate box really was a Valentine's treat for you too," she said, watching as my own orgasm swept through me and a final load of cum shot over my corseted body, "I never knew you were such a natural slut for black dick. I should have guessed we had something in common in this marriage!"

And the last thing I remembered before I fell into an exhausted, sticky sleep was her pulling the camera back out, adding to the reel that began with me blindfolded licking black dick, to reveal the humiliating end to the story.

"I wonder if your friends would like to see some special Valentine's cards..." were the last words I heard as I nodded off.

THE END