Cuckold Humiliation

"Consummated"

I heard my boss snigger behind me. Tyrone looked at me, laughing nastily,

"Which means that tight white pussy is just calling out to be filled with prime black cock!"

He punched his fist in the air. He put the photo down and ran a hand over his crotch looking at me, daring me to say something.

I felt so vulnerable but had to say something.

"Please don't speak of her like that. She is my fiancée. You mustn't..."

But I didn't get any further. I suddenly felt my boss behind me and he grabbed my arms forcing them behind my back.

"What the....?"

I began, but Tyrone strolled across, his face just inches from mine. I could smell his breath, his power. I knew I was in trouble now and my body shuddered in fear as Tyrone kicked my legs apart. I was being held in a vice like grip and looked at him leering at me as he spat at me, his spit landing on my forehead and slowly dribbling down over my nose.

"You..!"

I began again, but again got no further as I he gobbed another wad of spit, which landed in my mouth. I spluttered in disgust and was about to spit it out when Tyrone slammed his knee up between my legs, making contact with my manhood. There was a blinding flash of light and I heard a strangled groan as an immense wave of pain stabbed in my groin. I gurgled and slumped forward, but still held tightly by my boss. It seemed an age before the throbbing agony slowly subsided and Mr Jackson released me and slowly I sank to my knees slumping against Tyrone. I clutched at my crotch, sobbing, trying to gain my breath, almost unaware of the rasping noise as Tyrone unzipped his fly. Gasping and sobbing, I just knelt helplessly at my attackers

"Time to show how much you respect and honour my son."

I heard my boss say almost laughing. I looked as Tyrone reached in and pulled out his cock. It was big, flaccid and cut. He started jacking it, the long thick veiny black rod slowly getting hard, erect.

"Seen a real cock before?"

he asked laughing, looking down at me.

"A black man's cock! Innit a beauty?"

I looked in awe at the monster before my eyes. I thought of my own manhood, still throbbing between my legs. I had never measured it, but I doubted it was half this size when erect! A bead of pre cum had already formed at the tip, a creamy spot on the blackness of the rod..

"Open wide bitch!"

Tyrone snarled and thrust his hips at my face, driving his cock between my lips and into my mouth. I gagged, heaved and spluttered as his cock slid between my lips.

"Take the fucker!!"

he screamed,

"and if you bite it or spit it out..."

I felt his foot press against my crotch and I understood the threat immediately. I struggled, spluttering coughing, gurgling, as he thrust his cock to and fro in my mouth, saliva dribbling out of my mouth, dripping over his big heavy teenage balls, wetting them and making them glisten as they slapped wetly against my chin. I was so caught up in what was happening I did not see Mr Jackson holding his cell phone and filming the scene. I was totally unaware when Tyrone snarled at me to beg him for his cock and to worship it. I did not see the glint of vicious triumph in their eyes as I moaned out

"It is so beautiful."

I was so ashamed when Tyrone pulled out and squirted his thick creamy load over my face, his hand pumping away as he unloaded the contents of his young balls all over my face and hair.

I was eventually allowed to stand up. I felt abused and dirty. The creamy sperm was slowly drying on my face and my hair was matted. Cum had dripped down onto my shirt and tie and had even spattered onto my trousers. The two men laughed and Tyrone looked at me.

"Fuck off! For now..."

he spat, his spit landing on my face.

Mr Jackson smiled.

"Go home now Andrew and report to me first thing tomorrow. I need not tell you that it would be very unwise to say anything about our little meeting here. Your job, reputation and welfare all depend on it!"

I looked at him, as he smiled and dismissed me with a wave. I turned slowly, catching sight of Tyrone as he zipped up.

"See ya!" he said and added with a threatening sneer,

"Soon!"

I left the room dejectedly, heading for the washroom to try to clean up a bit before going home. This was now out of my control. My boss, his son and why did Mr Jackson want me to report to his office immediately the next morning?

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