Im made to suck an African immigrants dick as a cuckold

I get a stranger visit me arranged by my wife and her black lover.

I’d been sleeping in the spare room now 3 weeks and it looked like our huge black guest had taken residence. I asked Leanne if he was moving in anytime? I asked where had he come from anyway, apart from an African village, in which he was a chief. She told me that he was here as an asylum seeker and had arrived with several other men. I asked where did they or he live, before she put him in our marital bed?
She explained they all lived in a hostel out of town. They were given money and a phone. All from Africa and all fit guys. She met a few at the Afro club night. I suspect she’d entertained them too, as I explained in an earlier story. Also, the big man told me her pussy was his, until she was plugged with his kids.
I thought the ‘new’ routine was keeping her happy, and he was pleasuring that big black dick around the clock. So, what could happen to me? Ok, I was living in chastity with my small cock clamp and tight ball bands. I was used to it now, I guess. Sitting on the toilet to pee was familiar now. She’d fitted the ‘nail’ in my cock slit a few times, usually later at night, before they fucked.
My cock still got sore as I pissed, but I have to obey. The huge black man intimidates me.

She came in my bedroom in a baby doll nighty, white g-string, her big tits and nipples evident under the thin, sheer material. She then removed my cock cage, and I noticed my cock had got smaller now. He had told her to slip the tight thick bands off my little balls now as they should be useless after 3 weeks. This was painful and she cut them off. He was there and said,”hey Doll don’t slip with the knife.” He stood over her naked, a big heavy chain in his hand. His massive dick swinging. The balls, heavy and full, dangling, swinging slower than the big love pole.
My balls though opposite to his had no feeling at all, and also had shrunk down.
I’d been told to get naked too. He quickly used the heavy chain to clap my wrists behind my back, then his huge size 13 foot on my back, shoved me down as I knelt. He held me there, and she banged something immediately up my unexpected ass hole. It was painful enough. Then it felt to widen and she let go. It stayed in place? It felt like I should shit, but could not. The big heavy, hot foot was released and I was ordered to lick his feet again. I was finding it hard, since my hands were shackled behind my back and the steel chain weighed heavy, cold and cumbersome. Each time I struggled to get at them, he head-locked me with both his feet. This burnt my ears. I tried to shit the plug out, but it was stuck in me. It felt like it was a bulb shape.
Finally after I’d washed both his sweaty feet, with my tongue, I was released upwards, still wearing the heavy chain. They left the room and went downstairs to eat. I looked in the mirror and could see the black butt plug in my hole. It looked quite big. I sat on the hard wooden chair in the room and the plug was pushed deeper in my hole. I just thought I’m gonna shit, but again nothing. It completely filled my ass hole. As I moved about the thing was clearly fucking my hole. I have to say not an unpleasant feeling. I felt stuffed and satisfied?
After 1 hour she returned, still in the same nighty. But no g-string and the sheer sexy garment had been soiled up the front now too. Where it was most stained wet, I could see her tits more easily through it. She removed the big chain and told me to dress. I wore the lady knickers they commanded me to wear, and then my normal clothes. I was handcuffed at the front though. Not the heavy chain, but regular handcuffs this time. She told me the plug was to remain all day.
I found it difficult to eat and drink, but was ok. They had got dressed and left. He was driving my car. My ass was aching now. As my hands were shackled I could not remove it. The plug was stretching me I could feel. Each time I sat on different surfaces, it had a different feel in my hole. I tried to sit on one ass cheek, then another, but I inevitably I would end up sat on the big black ass plug and get a jolt of pleasure.

Around 7pm, I heard them arrive back. I could hear the big negro chatting in his deep African voice. The replies were not entirely from her either, it was some other man, in an equally deep accented voice?
She came into the living room and said a guest was here and wanted to meet me. I was confused. Meet me? Who?
In walked a fattish black man, about 6 1 tall. He was very ugly, teeth missing, 1 ear bitten off, so it seemed and extreme very negroid features. His haircut was Afro with a few coloured beads in it. Hard to say was it short or long tied back? Dress wise he wore a pair of dirty, baggy cargo pants and a loose top over it, which covered his fat belly. Like the wife’s stud he wore old dusty flip flops, which showed his monster black feet and toes. I’d learned from this that big feet on black men meant one thing.

He said,”Hi white boy,” confidently as if he had come for something that was his to have?”I hears ma bro is doing your lady real good. You knows when they have black, ain’t no turning back….. hahahaha. ………Tell me white Boy what you thinking about old Aaron here?”
I was still puzzled at his dialogue. Why was he asking me about how I saw the fat ugly man?
I mean I was not going to offend him, no way. It would be too risky with his physical size and he looked strong, despite his incarceration in hostel accommodation with all the other illegals. My head said tell him he is repulsive and ugly, especially if he’s here to tell me he’s getting a turn with Leanne. Or was he fishing for compliments?
Instead I meekly trotted out,”erm well you are a big man, and I think you have no worries. I think you know what you want, and get what you want. Am I right Aaron?”
“Yeah I knows that bro. Do you like what you sees stood here though?” He more pointedly said. Then moving closer to me where I stood.
Again, I saw this as an invite into her knickers along with the other big black unit, who was keeping her filled with immigrant baby seeds.

The wife and her lover drifted off and left him here with me. This made me a little nervous as he leered at me. His eyes bulging. It seemed like he was transfixed upon something too.
I tried to distract him and asked politely where had he 1st come from. He half heard me and after a while he said, “Africa-Somalia”.
I asked, “oh nice sir, will you become a resident here then quite soon?”
Slowly still transfixed he said,”no Man. We were brought in last week, and we have no papers. Might ship me back man.“
“Brought in? You mean smuggled in? I mean illegal here,” I stupidly asked the strong big black man.
“Yeah. Eh, you policeman or you report me boy? He angrily said.
“Errrr…. No… I mean sorry. I am a stupid man . I mean no harm to you my friend. I am pleased you are here. I mean in a safe country. If we can do anything for you of course, just ask us. You are so handsome too”
Phew I lied my way out.
“Haha, yous reading dis ol niggas head boy. Sept I was told you were awl pretty too and now I’m finding you not ready for me,” he stated.
He vanished, leaving the room and I thought, well I’m confused by the confrontation, but that’s that. He does not understand English tough shit.
Leanne appeared and ordered me to follow her.
We went into my bedroom and she produced a blonde, long haired wig. A sort of cheap nylon haired hair piece. She took my handcuffs off and I was told to shave my face. I did as told, going to the bathroom and on my return she re-cuffed me, hands behind my back.
I was sat down in front of the dressing table and she produced eye make up and red lipstick from a small bag. I complained bitterly about it. I was told to shut up and this was on the orders of the Boss. I was trying to resist her efforts. Turning away and contorting my mouth. She told me to behave for her, one too many times. Off she went. I learned to know what this meant. Did I never learn? I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. The doorway darkened to my room and in stepped the new visitor. His big shovel hand reached to the back of my head and turned my face to the table mirror.
“Now you listen good boy you said I looks handsome. So I wants you to look real pretty for dis big man. You heard me?” He stated.”I mean here is your lady making you awl narce and there’s you stopping her. I mean I’m sure you want to be awl pretty now dont you?” He tried to assure me.”Now we knows best for you, don’t we?” Then he ordered, ”Ok Lady finish him.”
He then left her with me. Sure she could focus on her task now, with no more of my protests. She looked at me angrily and I knew to behave now. On went the face foundation thickly, covering any beard marks. On went the cheap blue mascara, on went the red lipstick. Finally, the wig was forced tightly into position, its side straps cutting into my scalp. She told me that she would apply lip gloss. It would stay on longer. Longer for what I wondered?
Once again hand cuffs released and she threw a plaid mini skirt at me and white school shirt, with a school tie.
“Get them on-NOW,” you pathetic fuck,“she barked out, ”and bare legs. No shoes, bare feet, your guest wants.”
I asked her what was happening, very nervously. No reply was offered. So not wanting to challenge her, I did as she said.
The blouse was very tight as I buttoned it on the lady side. She said to me,“size 12, fits good,“. The skirt zipped up tight high on my waist. I tried to pull it down over my bum cheeks. It would not budge. The hem only just covered my ass. I was told to sit and she unlocked the pink cock cage. Reached for the cock nail and slid it deep into my sore slit. This made me bite my gloss covered lips, as she forced it in and re clamped the cage cover, putting the key back into her collar.
Again, it felt like I had a small erection. The steel pin firming my little floppy dick.
As a last perverted act, the handcuffs back behind my back and the skirt pulled over my cage.

I was told to follow her back downstairs and sit in the lounge. After 5 mins the big ugly black man came into the room smiling and said I looked so pretty.
“Stay down slut. Yeah stay right there there where you are,“ his deep voice uttered.”Now then you is soooo pretty. Look what you do to me,” motioning to the front of the baggy cargoes.” You sees that slut? You sees what dis is here?” Again, this time his huge hand tucking under the hanging shaft. The huge Mandingo horse dick making the pants obey it, stretching around its thick shape.” Now let’s see what we have here.” Him lifting my school skirt. “Wow, dat so cute, dat all tiny and girly.” He took the cage between thumb and finger and tweaked it hard. The plastic cap squeezing into my bell end, and cock flesh being squewered by the solid metal pin. His finger and thumb continuing to wank my tiny penis.”Girl you have a micro dick, but sure is hard.”
I was not sure if he knew of my penile support arrangements, as he wanked my limp dick and 2 strong fingers crushing into my shrunken balls. This not painful now.
The school tie seemed to fascinate him too. He lifted it higher and higher, as if it was a hangman’s noose around my thin neck. All I could do was follow it up, from being sat to standing on my bare tip toes, until I could rise no more. I could feel his power as he kept going and the stitches started to crack on the cheap ligature. He held me up there chocking, then kissed my red lippy lips. His lips were huge and puffy, his tongue fat, hot and slimy as in forced it’s way into my mouth.
He dropped me back into the sofa and said,“Wait now, let’s get dis key in doze cuffs slut. Iz gonna need doze hands sweet.” He excitedly said, producing a key from his pocket.
He reached around me. His big belly resting on my head, crushing my neck, as he fumbled for the locks in each tight shackle. Now I could smell his stale sweat and feel that eager and excited monster in his pants. It crushed into my face. It felt like a red hot poker, heat pouring off of it. His breathing was excited too. I felt my hands finally drop, my wrists a bit sore from the twisting and fumbling to unlock the shackle. One huge hand had the back of my wig flat in his palm. It guided my made up face towards the eagerly waiting black fuck stick. The hand soon skilfully had my nose and mouth embedded into the very hot, hard and bulging pants. Very little dialogue up until now from my attacker. Except deep groans from him, as he wanked his shaft onto my face.
I had no time to think. My head was blank of thought and scared too. What was he planning? I was no cock sucker.
Then. “You like? You like Aaron’s nigga dick? You a big dick slut? Wife tell me you like nigga dicks. She say you eat nigga cum. You like nigga ass hole cleaning. We get along just fine. I gotten cum, lots a cum and a big ol nigga ass hole to keep clean. You and me girl we get on.” He excitedly said. “Feel that slut. Get your hands on it now. You get me?” He ordered.
My hands trembled as I took the hot material covered penis in both. The thin material revealed the knobbly shaft shape and bulging veins. His bell end felt loose from its big foreskin covering. The bulbous ridge of tight skin rimming the big bell end. I pushed under a little further and his tight huge balls swung in the crinkly sack. The touch of his balls made him groan deeper and my face got crushed harder to the steel hard hot poker.
“Squeeze tighter slut. Both hands on ma big balls. Tighter….. tighter …. mmmmm…. tighter still. Cum on u fuck. Try harder.” He shouted out. His hands, both of them pulling my tie hard, one hand held the loop the other slipped it tighter.
My hands and fingers ached. I had both his manhoods squeezed as tight as I could do it. The balls as big as oranges did not yield? They were in need of relief though. Clearly over inflated with the most powerful seed in the world. Billions of Afro baby seeds wanting out.
“You fukin dirty cheap whore. You made ma nigga juices cum. Pull ma pants down bitch.” He commanded, jerking my skooly girl neck tie up again. His bad teeth learning down at me, his face in torment and rage.
I eagerly reached for the waistband around each side, not wishing to feel his wrath. I only just managing to get my arms around the big waist and powerful huge ass. I tugged and tugged for a while. Finally the material let go and slid down his buttocks and huge thighs.
The naked shaft came into view and strained to want to flick up forward at the 1st chance.
I slowly kept sliding the pants. He rearranged my face back to the baby maker. The heat from it more intense, along with the smell of staleness and dry cum. The unmistakeable smell of a man’s equipment not bathed for along time. Now his pants were down to his thick ankles, no briefs. The only thing stopping the big black shaft flying airborne was my face pressed into it. I wanted no more. I cuddled the big ass cheeks, and felt like a kid gripping his mother on the 1st say of school. Dreading the unknown.
Then fearfully and suddenly one big ebony hand circled my throat. Fat strong fingers and huge thumb instinctively feeling for the wind pipe and neck veins. I looked up into his bulging mad eyes. He seemed tormented and unrequited. He stared back at me and smiled. The fingers not settled yet, not sure yet. His thumb tracked my wind pipe up and down, then rested alongside it. Each twist of the digits getting tighter. His smile now a toothy nigga grin. Now at least he had total control of my head movement. His hot shaft slid up alongside my face. Like the titanic sliding its slip way at launch. My plastic blonde hair getting entangled. His 4 giant fingers found a resting place now. He seemed easier. His big fat dick out of the confined pants and up in the air.
We still stared at each other’s eyes. He viewed my blue mascara made up sockets and it turned him on. I viewed his poking out massive white snooker ball eyes and shit myself.
The meaty fingers squeezed over my wind pipe hard and he cranked my head up, as if he was ringing a Christmas Turkey‘s neck. His tongue delighted in his handy work, rolling from side to side. Some dirty spit drooling into my opened gasping mouth.
”Fuck u bitch. Yeaaaah. Grrrrrr…..I’ll pull that fucking cheap whore‘s head off you.. yeah love it,“ he said with excitement, wrenching and shaking my thin neck in his powerful hand.“Get that slut mouth open and let me see that fuck hole and lipstick.“
Before I could carry out his command his control made me obey him. His hand cranked up tighter and my mouth went wider for air. He shook my head as if wanking his keen member in his lonely hostel room. I felt no blood in my head and a bit faint. His other hand picked up the big eager and impatient shaft. Then I was moved away from his big body, my neck still being used for his pleasure. He sensed I was passing out and just in time let the big fingers relax a little. Cool air rushed in automatically. My lungs filled. My head was taken well back, then through my bleary eyes I could see the rude and wide bell end approaching my mouth. I did not want it in me. I shut my mouth tight and breathed through my nose. I looked up and he was looking straight ahead not down. Sort of as casually as a guy does fastening his pants after a piss.
His pre cummed bell end rubbing its contents onto my red lip gloss.
Again, without looking he rung out my neck a little tighter to match his expectations and my mouth was forced open again gasping. The bell ended was massive and not passing into my mouth. The slippery spunk helped it slide a little further though. This delay pissed him off, so he clamped my neck tighter still. I heard popping in my ears and the bell end finally was home. My teeth embedded into the black rigid member, to rest my aching jaw. This seemed to excite him even more and he let a squirt of thin pre cum go. The grip now relaxed. I could nose breath at least now.
”Good bitch. Work doze bollocks hun,“he said.“No. I mean work dem harder. Get both hands on dem and pull dem hard. That’s it slut.“
My mouth was trapped onto his wet shaft and the more I worked him, pulling each testicle hard down, making my arms ache. The more I pulled the more he squirted. At 1st the cum blasts were soft and thin. He wanted it in me deeper. He told me deeper. I could not go deeper. My mouth way too small. This frustrated him now. The big African‘s patience was at an end.
”Fuck yer bitch don‘t yer listen to yer big nigga. Ar say deeper. What yer say slut?“ he asked, as if I could reply, looking down at me frustrated.
My eyes appealed to him, gazing into his glazed eyes and I burbelled out the best I was able to ,“ blah carnd blllorry,“
”Fucking not trying whore.Take this, you cheap bitch.“ he shouted, tapping the back of the loose blonde wig, with a big heavyweight’s fist. One hand next steadying and cupping my head, the heat of his hand searing through the hot nylon. That hand released the other hammering me hard again. Then the reassuring hand back in its place. A few good hard taps from the strong man had the big shaft sliding in. He shifted his crazed white snooker ball eyes from our gaze of each other, to his handywork and smiled. Our eyes seemed to understand what he needed now. He was happy again. I resumed my job on his giant still solid testicles, now pumping each in turn with both hands. He settled in and let me have an appreciative blast of thick seed now. He let out a big groan and steadied his hands on my head. The jizz made me choke. Even nose breathing did not help while the thick sticky glue took its time to slide down into my tummy. It’s arrival there made me burp. The belched air stinking of fertile nigga sperm.
I’d been sat upright for ages now and my butt plug, in this position, was right up my ass hole. His rocking me made it massage my g-spot and I was cuming in my ass hole a little. The feeling was nice.
He resumed battering my head more, knocking the pumping shaft deeper. The bell end close to closing down my airway now. I thought this was deep enough by his excitement. He fired furiously now. Around 5 man sized spunk rounds. He was shouting the house down with groans if pleasure. I was now gagging on his jungle filth, filling my tummy with live protein. Wanting to spit out the musky filth, but could only swallow it. This excited him all the more and he reached for my skinny thighs, lifting each higher. I heard a pop and the butt plug had had enough of the pressure on it. The extra body weight on it, as he swung my legs up, made the flared, soft rubber end break the seal it had been keeping all day, and it fired up my puckered hole. Shit like a rubber bullet fired up a terrorists shit box. My hole puckered and shut around it. It made my ass cum hard and I loved it. What was I admitting to? I wondered was it the black dick sucking, combined with the run away anal implement, or just the lone dildo?
I felt oddly a nice part of this canal disgusting act and needed by my invader? I was beginning to love him?
He either sensed I was anal orgasming, or she told him I had the plug in me. But either way he leant forwards. His big heavy gut shoving my head down hard harder on his stuck shaft. I could feel his hand, the other still holding a leg impossibly high. This hand was down and fingers searching my crack. I think his fat middle digit found its target, my ass hole slippery from anal cum. This guided him to the relaxed sphincter. Up it went in one easy shove.
He let out a simple,“yeah.“ Then with his finger tip on the end of the rubber toy, shoved it deeper in. I cum anally in seconds and sucked him as hard as I could. He spat a shower of spunk deep in me and waited for my orgasm, then more filth spat out and more anal orgasms. We worked each others sex organs to perfection and finished.
His thick shaft loosened slightly as the last spunk drop drained from his black and purple slit. My jaw was stuck open from the forcing it had had. His fat finger slid put of my ass hole. My hole gapped. His penis dripped.I felt I should clean him up. I felt like a proud bitch now as I slurped noisily on the hot, wet still dripping slut. The last sticky tasty drops were lovely and tasty and meaty. This huge heavy pole in my hands was all mine now.
”Oh you slut, ma dick needed a dirty bitch on it. Not fucked since Africa. They calls me anal Aaron hahaha. I fucks ass big style.“ he boasted.“ Yeah bring me young boy ass holes. Get up bitch and turn. Let me see my next target.“
Oh my, am I a black dick loving slut?