Leather 1

“You sure you want me to do this?”

“No. Of course I don’t. I just asked you to be weird.”

“That’s not fair. This is just, you know, new for me. I’ve never heard of this.”

“Consensual non-consent?”

“Yes. That. I mean…how will this work? Is there a safe word? Is there stuff I can’t do?”

“There is and it’ll be Doris.”

“My mother’s name. Cute.”

“She can suck the heat out of a fire and you know it.”

“Not gonna start this up again. Now what about the other part?”

“You can do whatever you want, however you want. If I don’t like it, I’ll use the safe word.”

“But you like everything.”

“Kinda the point.”

“Do you wanna play it like in your fantasies?”

“God yes.”

“Only I’m not black.”

“Small technicality.”

“Funny. You know I’m not cool with that. You fucking a black guy I mean. Watching a porno is alright but doing it-“

“Hush. You and I both know that I get what I want and that I’m willing to bargain to get it….how about that threesome you wanted? With that slut from work?”

“Hmmm…”

“All I want is to fuck a black guy. You don’t ever have to know.”

“….But I want to…know I mean…if I let you do it…”

“And be there.”

“And be there…”

“Of course. So tell me more about this slut. Is she kinky?”

They agreed that she wasn’t to be warned of when it was going to happen, only where, which was fine by her because she wanted it to be as authentic as possible.

There were few guys that were as experimental as Hank. Granted his obsession with War of Worldcraft and Call of Duty grated on her nerves daily, he was more than willing to try something just as long as it was understood that she wasn’t to go around blabbing about what they did.

Though that time she pegged him had been quite interesting.

Too bad he never let her do it again.

But he would though, one day, when she could finagle a trade of some sorts. She’d have to give him something he really wanted and that probably wouldn’t be vanilla in the least. The thought of that made her shiver in anticipation.

Most of the day, she sat in front of her computer masturbating, thick sun-tanned thighs spread as she kept the bullet on her swollen clit. The leather of her chair was more soaked with each orgasm, the sex toy eliciting more intense pleasure from her each time. It was the usual stuff for her, BDSM, interracial, gangbangs and creampies. Hank was right about some of her tastes being slightly racist; African Americans didn’t break into white women’s homes to have consenting sex with lonely Caucasian women. She sincerely wished they did though. The thought of someone forcing her to take their cock sent a delicious thrill through her. If she needed to get off, that was thought she used.

When she got up from her seat, her knees popped from being so stationary. Her house, three bedroom affair given to her by her grandparents, was cozy was, lit by candles over artificial light throughout the house. She wanted ambience when Hank found her in her too tiny shirt and lace panties wet with her cum. She wanted him not to be able to resist taking her and ripping them off.

She drifted from the master bedroom into the living room navigating her way past the table she always stubbed her toe on in the hall. There was no good reason for it to be there save for the candles and she really ought to move it out of the way but she knew she’d neglect to do it because she had said the same thing the week before.

In the living room, he saw Hank dressed in all black from head to toe, a white slash of an evil smile in his ski mask, his green-blue eyes glittering in the candle light. He had the fake knife she gave him gripped in a gloved hand just like they had planned.

The hands on her back were not in the plan.

Before she could say anything, she was being pulled by a pair of strong hands. Brown skinned hands.

He had brought the black guy quicker than she anticipated.

She wanted to scream for joy. She could feel the strangers cock pressed against her ass as he held her against his body. Hank crept with almost feline grace towards her.

He pressed the plastic knife against the hollow of her throat while his other hand stroked her clit roughly through her panties. “If you got anything to say, you better say it now because me and my buddy here ain’t here to rob ya.”

Hank was giving her a chance to use the safe word, to say she wasn’t OK with this. She was trembling in the softness of candlelight and shadows but from fear. “Then what are you here for?”

“Ain’t it obvious?” He nodded to the stranger and he pushed her to her knees. She heard Hank’s zipper come down in the dark. The other man grabbed a fistful of her shoulder length auburn hair and shoved her face towards his half-erect member. “All we want is your three holes. Give us that and we’re on our way.”

“I don’t want to.” She said though she did. The stranger had his cock out too. She knew this because he made her put her hand on it. He was throbbing and hard. “I’ll scream. You won’t get away with this!”

“Can’t scream with your mouthful bitch.” The stranger shoved her face on his dick without warning and Hank fucked her mouth hard making her gag as saliva dripped down her jaws. The black guy was twisting her nipples hard with his free hand causing both pain and pleasure to shoot through her body in equal measure. Hank let up and she coughed before his accomplice jerked her head so she could see could see him. “See bitch?” He slapped her face with his dick. “That ain’t so bad is it? You like this you chubby little slut.” He laughed as his black friend shoved his fingers into her aching pussy. They were long and knobby, curling to rub her G-spot as he teased her clit.

“No-No I don’t. I just want you to go.”

“Then fuck us you filthy whore.” The black man rose and without ceremony, he did as Hank did. His dick, like Hank’s was huge but he was longer where he was wider. He fucked her throat like it was a pussy, his balls bouncing rhythmically off his chin. He pushed as much cock into her mouth as he could and she simply couldn’t take it all, gagging and spitting, a string of saliva still tethering her to his cock.

“Did anyone tell you to do that bitch?” Hank had her face in one hand, squeezing her jaws. When she didn’t answer, he slapped her lightly on the face. “I’m talking to you slut. Did I tell you to stop sucking his cock?””

She liked when he was dominant. At one time, he was quite squeamish about slapping her in the face but now, he knew when and how to do it. “No but-“

“But nothing bitch.” He looked to his tall, lanky friend with the penny brown eyes. “Help get her to the room. We’re fuckin’ her ass and teaching her a lesson.”

She struggled against them as them as they dragged to her room and tied her wrist with a length of rope (the same one Hank had bought her for her birthday) and tossed her on the bed. The helplessness against just Hank would have been enough to drench her pussy but a second person and a unknown at that enhanced it.

Hank was ripping off her T-shirt while his friend held her down and snatched off her underwear. They were little more than silhouettes in her room, one navigating it with practiced familiarity while the other took his orders from the other.

“Taste that fuckin’ pussy dude and tell me how it is. I’m gonna fuck her mouth again.”

“Good. Her slutty pussy looks sweet.” He stuck a finger into her swollen hole, another probing her ass. Both of them felt heavenly with the way he was rubbing them. “So does her ass.”

“Take both man. We’re fuckin’ this broad however.” He straddled her face, sliding his dick down her throat as he did so. He looked down at her with a sinister smile; lips peeled back making it appear slightly wolfish. “You like this don’t you slut?”

She nodded breaking character. She felt the strangers tongue as he sucked and slurped her pussy right before flicking it across her asshole. Her eyes rolled back as Hank fucked her mouth again. She yelled whenever Hank gave her room though the stranger was tongue fucking her dizzy. Then they switched positions only Hank was fucking her raw.

“Hold her fucking legs dude while I fuck this creamy cunt.” His friend obeyed and her legs were almost pulled to her shoulders as his dick slid wetly past her lips. Hank was fucking her hard and fast which was usually not his style but maybe he wanted to. Perhaps he always had.

Either way, it made her come hard with a black man’s dick in her mouth. She thought that Hank might have the potential to be a cuck, what with the pegging and all but no, Hank never worried about size or fantasized about being a sub to her.

He just wanted someone to help him fuck her stupid and that might have been better than what she had in mind.

They DP her again in the classic manner, the stranger shoving her down as Hank held her by the waist. Her arms were still tied and she couldn’t sit up, having to instead lie down on Hank, his dick hard inside her quivering pussy, the stranger in her ass.

“Fuck that bitch’s ass bro,” Hank grunted thrusting up into her. “I got this cunt.”

He held her by her wrists, forcing her sweaty torso up from Hank as they both fucked her, their dicks going in and out of her at a frantic hypnotic rhythm. Hank was quicker and harder while the stranger went deeper and slower.

She had come so many times she lost count. “Look at how this bitch is squirting!” Hank growled as her bed creaked. He was using the springing of the bed to fuck her harder just like the black guy fucking her ass. “She likes this shit, don’t you slut?” When she didn’t answer, the black man pulled her hair. “I asked you a question bitch.”

“Yes.” She hissed. Their dicks were so deep in her she couldn’t think.

“You want me to cum in this fucking pussy and my homeboy in your fucking throat.”

He fucked her harder as his friend went deeper, slapping her already stinging ass. “Yes.”

“Do that shit dude.”

There was an abrupt feeling of his cock leaving her ass and the stranger standing up, snatching off his condom as he did so. He stepped around to her front shoving his naked cock in her mouth and grabbing her hair. He fucked her mouth again but she was used to it now and she took him deeper, trying not to be distracted by Hank pounding her pussy.

She was coming again but so was Hank. She could tell by how he was pumping his hips. The black grunted softly and she could feel him nutting her mouth just as Hank did.

This time, she grabbed the stranger by the hips, sucking and slurping as he a low throaty moan left his mouth while bouncing on Hank as he screamed and hissed. Both were at her mercy.

When they were done, Hank flipped her over, a digital camera appearing in his hands. “Let me see it bitch. Both holes.”

She spread her labia and she could feel his hot lust drain out of her pulsating snatch. She did somewhat the same for his friend, letting her tongue loll out as his seed dripped past her lips. Hank took several pictures like that. The one she liked most being where she held both of their cocks as the last of the strangers sperm dripped like pudding onto her tits.

The man shook Hank’s hand and murmured something about work before winking and smiling at her. He left without saying his name or taking off his ski mask for that matter.

After showering and fucking again, she asked who he was. Hank laughed.

“Your memory’s not that good is it?”

“Yours neither. You never said anything about bringing a friend.”

“You said you wanted a black guy, didn’t say when.” He chuckled and twisted her nipple much like his friend did. She was going to be in the mood again soon. “Besides, Silver thinks you’re cool enough.”