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Chapter 18 Marathon Afternoon

     We almost made it to our first couple without being seen.  However, when the elevator door opened on the third floor, there was a family of four waiting: mother, father, son, and daughter.  That was embarrassing especially since my prescription had taken effect and I had eight inches of good wood sustained by a cock ring.  From their facial expressions I could tell both mother and teen-age daughter were impressed. 

     Their son asked, “What was that black thing around his thing?” as we rushed past them toward Room No. 325.  I would have loved to stay and see how Mom and Dad answered that one.

     Scott took his sweet time opening the door.   Traveling between rooms nude turned out to be SOP for the remainder of the afternoon.  I was surprised someone didn’t call the police or complain to the manager since we passed other guests on three of our four dashes between rooms.   The Longwood was located on a busy street and several passing motorists sounded their horn and waved at the naked white couple moving quickly down the outdoor walkway.

     Later when we had a chance to discuss the day’s events, Corrine and I discovered we both considered walking nude between rooms a turn on.   There was a streak of exhibitionism buried within us that being a sex slave brought out.  As a result, we were both ready for action when Scott stood aside so we could pass.

      “Down on your knees, Slaves,” said Scott in a serious tone reminding me once again slaves should expect harsh treatment.

      As I fell to the carpet, I saw a black woman I assumed was his wife, Nadine, standing nearby wearing an oversized strapon.  It was my first look at Scott’s wife and she was an imposing woman, tall and muscular.  She’d gone to college on an athletic scholarship in track and field.  The web of nylon straps securing the dildo to her crotch made her all the more impressive.

      “I’m Nadine, welcome to Black Masters and White Slaves, Tom.  I’ve already met you wife.  Now, suck my black dick and make be believe you love doing it.”

     Nadine had taken a position towering over me.  The dildo was bobbing up and down.  The head looked bigger than my mouth.  However, I wanted to make a good first impression so I maxed open my jaw hinge and wrapped my lips around the head.

      I enthusiastically sucked Nadine’s fake dick for several minutes while Corrine worked on Scott’s real one.  There was no need for me to fake anything.  I was turned on in every way possible.  Nadine’s vagina was releasing pheromones my olfactory nerves were transforming into lust as quickly as they arrived.  

      After a few minutes of mouth worshipping her artificial penis, Scott and Nadine switched slaves.  I formed my lips over Scott’s penis; conscious its generous saliva coating came from my wife.

      It turned out I was having it easy compared to Corrine.  I heard her choke and gag as she attempted to play sword swallower with Nadine’s fake dick.  “Try again, Cory.  Show me how much you want to please your Mistress,” said Nadine.

     My peripheral vision revealed she had hold of Corrine’s head and was forcing the dildo down her throat.  Over our many encounters with Master couples I noticed a tendency for the black female to be brutal with the white female.   I suppose they had their reasons.  Corrine never complained; in fact she got off on it.

     “That’s a good boy, Tom.  Corrine said you loved sucking licorice sticks and I can see she’s right,” said Scott as I did my utmost to please him orally.  If he’d reviewed all the evidence I gave him, he’d watched me suck Morgan’s cock multiple times.   Scott was a shrewd lawyer and astute judge of human nature.  He knew what I was all about.

      As for me, I was making serious mouth love to his sex organ.  He had a beautiful cock with an impressive pair of balls I enjoyed taking in my mouth one at a time and sucking.  The dark chocolate shaft ended in a classic reddish brown mushroom head who’s under lip was perfect for locking your lips around while you tongue washed the tip and diddled the piss hole.  It was the kind of perfect Afro American cock a white slave like me could temporarily fall in love with.

      “I said take it all, white bitch,” demanded Nadine angrily who was standing over Corrine aiming her strapon almost straight down in her throat.  Nadine had one hand embedded in Corrine’s hair forcing her head back while the other had a grip on her lower jaw pulling her mouth open.  Although the width and length of the strapon made it seem unlikely it would fit in Corrine’s throat, I could see it was halfway home.   Unfortunately, that was as much as Corrine could take on that try and Nadine was forced to pull out.

       I was surprised by the sound of someone being slapped.  When I glanced over I could see the side of Corrine’s face was red.   That was when I recalled Corrine had checked yes to Forced Oral on her profile form.

       “Sorry, Mistress Nadine,” said my usually proud wife in her most humble and contrite voice. 

       “You better take it all this time, bitch,” said Nadine once again taking hold of Corrine’s hair and jaw to force her mouth open.

       I provided Scott my best effort while I listened to the sound of Corrine gagging.  It took several more attempts punctuated by loud slaps before finally, Nadine announced, “Look everyone.  The stupid white whore’s swallowed it.”  

      I saw something amazing when I glanced in their direction.  Ever watched one of those nature shows where the python opens its mouth to swallow something that appears impossible?  That was how Corrine looked with Nadine’s strapon fully inserted in her obviously swollen throat.  I had to hand it to Corrine.  I could never have done it.

     Where I’d only been required to lick and suck on the dildo’s mushroom head, Nadine had forced it all the way down Corrine’s gullet.  The sight of that large black column of faux cock with its realistic veins embedded deep in her throat looked truly bizarre.  My wife’s mouth was opened to the max allowed by her jaw hinges.  Her crotch was pressed against Corrine’s chin.

     “Hold her still, baby,” said Scott grabbing a small digital camera off the bed table.  The subject of personal photography had never come up but since I was a slave I wasn’t in a position to object.  Besides I couldn’t talk with Scott’s dick in my mouth.  Nadine smiled at the camera as Scott clicked through several frames. 

     Images captured, Nadine pulled the dildo out of Corrine’s throat allowing her to collapse to the floor gasping for air.

     “Water break,” announced Scott reaching in a small cooler for bottles of cold Evian water.

     They allowed us to drink some water and catch our breath before going on to the next act.

     “This is terrific.  Isn’t it?” whispered Corrine as we shared a cool drink.

      “Yes, its fantastic,” I replied and I meant it.  If someone had asked me pre Al Quarles if I thought Corrine and I would get off on being badly abused sex slaves for a domineering black couple, I would have thought they were crazy for asking.  But after we stared in Morgan’s abyss, it stared right back into us and we had both changed big time. 

      “Break over, assume the position of submission,” announced Scott enjoying the way the phrase rolled off his tongue.

      Somehow I intuited he meant Slave Sodomy.  I leaned forward putting the side of my face on the carpet facing Corrine as I raised my bottom toward the ceiling.  I dutifully reached back to pull my butt cheeks apart offering my hole to Master Scott.

     During my previous experience with Slave Sodomy, I’d been too distracted by the competitiveness of the examination to truly appreciate the utter humiliation of having another person’s bare foot on your face while he or she was sodimising you.  It speaks directly to your helplessness and degradation.  Maybe it was a practice handed down from ante-bellum Southern slave owners.  It makes you wonder how any cotton ever got picked.

     I felt something wet land on my sphincter then being smeared about by Scott’s cockhead.  Unlike my examination when my anus had been prepared for invasion, Scott placed his manhood at the center of my spit covered opening, grabbed my hips and pushed hard.  My rectum screamed in pain as it was forced to accept the length of his penis in a split second.

     I exhaled in an attempt to control the spasms associated with having a sizeable black cock thrust deep into my ass with an absolute minimum of preparation.  I begged my body to relax as my lower abdomen suffered muscle wrenching spasmodic contractions.  But the body has an amazing ability to adapt.  Months later, after attending several club meetings, I could take the biggest cock without feeling anything but pleasure.

     Corrine grimaced as Nadine forced an even large column into her rectum.  Disregarding my profile’s prohibition against pain, Scott delivered a painful swat to my flank.  As he began thrusting away, he followed up with several more than left my bottom on fire.

      “You like that, Tom,” asked Scott after his open palm landed hard enough I wanted to scream?  Somehow checking No by Spanking didn’t deter having my ass turned red during sodomy. 

      “Yes, Master Scott,” I said following proper protocol for addressing your club betters. 

      Corrine was enduring the same treatment from Nadine.  She was hitting so hard Corrine was whimpering.

      My lower GI tract finally relaxed allowing my grunts and whimpers to turn to moans.  Just as I was feeling real pleasure and starting to groan each time he plumbed my depths, Scott’s hand grasped the base of my balls and gave them a not too gentle squeeze causing me to cry out in pain. 

      “I didn’t tell you to enjoy having my cock in your ass,” said Scott pulling and twisting my testicles.

      “Yes, Master Scott,” I said struggling not to scream.  I was starting to realize how correct April was when she said we slaves should expect brutality as the norm.

      After a rash of pounding thrusts in which he mashed my face flat with his foot and manhandled my testicles, Scott released my balls and pulled out of butt.  I felt movement behind me.  I was about to learn Master couples shared ass fucking duties.

     “Oh yes, Master Scott, fuck my ass,” moaned Corrine as Scott’s foot landed on the side of her face.  Her tongue popped out the side of her mouth and began eagerly licking his sole.  Almost simultaneously, Nadine’s foot landed on my face.  The toes were wrapped around the top of my head and the heel was on my neck.  She had big feet.  I managed to windshield wipe the tip of my tongue along her insole.

     Her very long and thick faux penis forced its way past my anal ring and didn’t stop until I felt the base smack against my nuts.  My lower GI tract agonized over the new invasion.  The head was somewhere inside my large intestine straightening out what used to be a ninety-degree angle.   She signaled her satisfaction at fully penetrating my rear with an open palmed slap to my backside that made her husband’s seem like a love tap.

      “That hurt, Mistress Nadine,” I whimpered once I recovered enough to speak.  I’d screamed so loud I wondered how soundproof were the motel room’s walls.  Apparently, guests at the Longwood minded their own business even if someone next door was screaming their lungs out.

      “Good, it’s supposed to,” said Nadine smiling as she drew back her strapon manhood to where only the tip was inside me before plunging downward.  Displaying a gift for coordinating her activity she delivered a second painful blow to my backside just as the base of the dildo slammed into my balls.  I was hurting in multiple places so I screamed even louder.

     “Tom’s a good screamer,” said Nadine delivering an unwelcome complement.

      After a half dozen more bowel straightening thrusts synchronized with butt numbing open palm slap and a brutal pounding of my balls, she relented and established a nice smooth stroke.  Nadine even had the decency to reach down and begin stroking my cock.  In a state of considerable pleasure, I busied myself licking the sole of her foot as she fucked me in the ass.  I was in white slave heaven as she worked my body.

    At some point, the sodomy session ended.  Nadine removed her strapon and we were invited onto the bed to orally serve our masters.   And true to her word after I got her off, Nadine pulled me on top her, reached down to unsnap my cock ring then guided me inside her very wet and incredibly warm vagina.  Corrine eased herself on Scott, guided his manhood into her hole and went for a ride. 

      Nadine and I engaged in some serious kissing as I ground my pubic bone against her clit.  Her vagina performed on the same level as Corrine’s.  Its strong muscular walls hugged my pecker demanding sperm.  I happily fucked away until I ejaculated a considerable volume of semen in her hole as she climaxed. 

     Corrine was the recipient of Scott’s bounty at almost the same time.  I thought we were done but not quite.

     Nadine pushed me off her then rose up to a kneeling position. “Climb under me Cory and clean out Tom’s spunk.”

      Corrine obediently rolled on her back and scooted under the V formed by Nadine’s legs.  Once she determined her vagina and Corrine’s mouth were in alignment, Nadine took hold of her labia between thumb and forefinger and spread them apart opening her hole.  I marveled as gobs of my sperm flowed out of Nadine into my wife’s eager mouth.  Corrine had just eaten her first cream pie a la Tom.

     Once the flow ended, she inserted her tongue in Nadine’s opening and began a noisy extraction of the dregs of my essence.

     I found myself hungrily eyeing Corrine’s well-fucked pussy.  There was a thin trickle of Scott’s fluid seeping out. 

     “Go ahead Tom.  We know what you want,” said Scott gesturing toward Corrine’s sex.  Given he had watched a evidence box of video discs showing me sucking Morgan’s spunk out of my wife’s vagina, I had to agree.

     I also did not have to be told twice.  After all, it was what got me started on the path to being a bisexual sex slave for black couples.  I pressed my face to Corrine’s vagina and feasted.  For me, this was what it was all about.  Pressing my mouth over her just fucked cunt and using my tongue to transfer the recently deposited contents.  I was in an advanced state of sexual ecstasy.

     The hour was almost over when I looked up from Corrine’s now empty pussy.

      “Vera and Paul are next, Room No 246,” said Nadine consulting her copy of our agenda.  “You better get moving.”

      We met a guy on the way there and the bastard had the balls to grab one of Corrine’s tits as we passed. She slapped his hand away, grabbed my hand and we ran to Room No. 246.

     Vera and Paul turned out to be older.  I’d guess later forties, maybe early fifties.  Our hour with them turned out to be a kinder and gentler experience than we had with Scott and Nadine.  They were both short in stature with compact lean bodies.  Later I learned, Paul was a dentist and Vera worked in the same office as his dental hygienist.

      The fact Paul was wearing hose, garter belt, and a thong panty struck me as odd as did the fact, he took me in his arms and kissed me as soon as we got in the room.

     “Call me Mistress Pauline when you make love to me,” he whispered in my ear as he ended the kiss.  Corrine and I spent an easy hour having homosexual sex with the pair.  I never touched Vera and Corrine never laid a hand on Paul AKA Pauline.

     Vera produced a double-ended dildo for them to share.  With a little squirming and pulling, the two managed to bring their sexes into contact while being impaled on half of the fake cock.  The sounds of two well-lubricated vulvas slapping against one another filled the room.

     I surprised myself with the ease with which I accepted my role as Pauline’s male lover.  He provided me oral gratification after a prolonged bout of kissing and stroking.  Pauline was a gifted cocksucker and rimmer.  Without my cock ring I would have blown my load down his sweet little throat.

     That evolved to me taking him anally while he squealed and cooed in a bad imitation of a female in heat.  He implored me to tell him how pretty he was and how much he turned me on.  Like a good slave, I smothered his mouth with kisses as I said what he wanted to hear.

      I sodomised him in multiple positions beginning with missionary then dog style then cowgirl (or is it cowboy) before we finished in missionary.  We took it slow and by the time he took off my cock ring with his teeth, I was ready to explode.

      After bending him double with his calves resting on my shoulders, I deposited a substantial load of fresh jism in his butthole or man pussy, as he liked to call it.  After another water break, it was time for appointment number three.  

     We scurried off to Room No. 106 encountering a young couple on the elevator.  The guy asked if we wanted to party with them but we respectively declined.   He said he had some blow and was willing to share.

     “Sorry, but we have places to go and people to fuck,” said Corrine hurrying toward our destination.

      Marvin and Eileen were straight.  Marvin owned an institutional food supplier and Eileen was a registered nurse.  The lack of exotic sex was all right with me since Eileen was gorgeous, a black version of Corrine.  And she had Corrine’s passionate nature and hold nothing back attitude when it came to sex.  We coupled like a pair of jungle cats while big Marvin impaled Corrine on the largest dick she’d had since Kelso.

     Marvin was NFL lineman large and his cock was in proportion to the rest of him.  Still, Tom, the lapper of black pussy, did more than all right in bring Eileen to a screaming orgasm.

      “Shit, fuck, eat my cunt, you white bastard,” was a small sample of the filth that poured out of Eileen’s mouth when I was using my mouth to get her off the first time. 

     All the while, Corrine was being treated like a rag doll as Marvin moved her through a dozen different positions like she was made of silly putty.  He ended by bending her double as he crouched over her and plunged into her ass.  Ever so often, he would pull out to admire the insides of her rectum.  A view afforded by the fact, his huge cock was stretching her hole past the point it could snap closed immediately.  During these poignant moments, he would release a gob of spit into the opening.  

    Barely over a half hour had transpired before I released a load in Eileen’s smoldering cunt and Marvin filled Corrine’s ass. 

     “Both cream pies are yours, Tom.  I don’t do that kind of shit,” said Marvin standing by the bed wiping his cock with a hand towel.  Obviously Marvin had read my profile.

     Technically, sucking jism out of your wife’s ass (or anybody’s) is not eating a cream pie but felching.  However, it wasn’t my place to correct a Master especially one Marvin’s size.

     “Lay on your back, Tom, and let your head hang off the bed,” said Eileen climbing off the bed.  Corrine stood up also. “You go first, Cory.  Don’t swallow until I say so, Tom.” 

     Corrine straddled my face as she crouched down to where her butthole was close enough for me to cover her sphincter with my mouth.  She contracted her abdomen and Marvin’s semen filled my mouth.  Eileen quickly took Cory’s place and my essence joined Marvin’s.

     “That’s called a vanilla and chocolate Sunday,” said Eileen proving to me there is always something new and delightful to learn.

     I held the jism combo for a few seconds waiting for Mistress Eileen to issue her command.

     “Now swap it back and forth with Cory,” said Eileen.

     “That’s disgusting, Eileen,” said Marvin who had taken a seat close by.

     “Shut up, Marvin.  Tom’s into cream pies and I want him to have something special on his first day at the club,” said Eileen.    

     Corrine quickly knelt down and placed her mouth on mine.  I collapsed my cheeks sending most of my oral cocktail her way.  After taking a few seconds to savor the jism cocktail, she spit it back. 

      “You can both swallow now,” said Eileen.   “Move over, Cory.  I’ve got enough juice for a second helping.”

      We repeated the previous three steps and while the volume was not as great, it was still enough to enjoy.

    With twenty minutes left, we had something of a get acquainted chat with Marvin and Eileen.  They’d been members for five years.  They learned about the club from Eileen’s older sister, Marilyn, who Eileen assured me I would get to fuck soon.

     In our rest period, Eileen and Corrine stroked me back to hardness as Marvin located the Cubs game on television.  Corrine massaged my prostate as Eileen circled my cock and balls with the cock ring and snapped it tight.  Once more, we prepared to dash outside to Room No. 301 and our tryst with Lenny and Gale.

     Our next appointment turned out to be the big surprise.  It was not just Lenny and Gale.  I claim there was ten couples in that room but Corrine says it was only eight.  The room was so full it was impossible to count accurately. 

     Regardless, the room was packed when Lenny opened the door.  If everyone hadn’t been naked and black, I would have assumed we had the wrong room.

     We were grabbed as soon as we entered and placed faces down bent over what we later learned were called Love Benches. Constructed of four inch aluminum tubing with a padded adjustable top that ran the length of your torso, they were the first of many club furnishings designed for Masters to sexually enjoy their slaves.  Lenny constructed these particular benches at his metal fabrication company.  Months later, I purchased one from a Web site for our home use.

     I later learned it was a tradition the last of the four sessions was always a brutal slave gangbang.  I grunted as they wish boned my legs spreading them painfully wide then strapped my ankles to the side of the bench.  Someone removed my cock ring.  A length of surgical tubing was looped around my balls and tightened.  I groaned as they attached one end to the base of the bench then allowed the tubing to stretch like a rubber band.  Some sadist plucked the tubing like a guitar string.  My scream provided the accompanying note.

      My swollen nuts protested as they were stretched toward the floor.  Someone wrapped something around the head of my cock and it joined my balls in being painfully stretched.  Corrine later told me it was a piece of fishing line attached to a bag of weights. 

     I couldn’t see Corrine since she was behind me but I knew she was restrained over her own bench.  Later she described how they placed surgical tubing around the base of her breasts then secured it to the base of her bench.  Her breasts swelled up and turned red then blue.  And to increase her discomfort, they tied fishing line around the base of her nipples and attached lead sinkers.

     “I thought my tits were going to rip off,” said Corrine when we were comparing notes on the drive home.

     Someone made an adjustment to the padded support raising my chin and I found myself looking straight ahead as a large black cock approached my mouth.  At the same time, I felt my sphincter being smeared with lubricant.  A half second later, I had a cock in my ass and one in my mouth.

     I believe all the men present sodomised me, although I can’t be sure.  Several of the women were wearing strapon dildos and they took a turn in my rear.  No one was gentle about it.  It was a hard slamming, butt-bruising ass fuck punctuated by vicious open palm slaps.  It was three days before I could sit down without wincing. 

     I’m reasonably sure I went down on all the females present since different ones kept appearing at my face for oral service.  I ate pussy until my lips and tongue were raw. 

     I could hear Corrine grunting as they slammed into her.  Each session was supposed to last an hour but we were in that room almost two hours.  

     “Ever been fisted,” asked Lenny when a lull in the action occurred.

      The guy had to take his cock out of my mouth so I could answer.  “No, I haven’t, Master.”

      “Then you’re in for a treat,” said Lenny.  “Listen to Cory, she can take a fist.”

      I listened to my wife’s loud moans as I felt something very large force it way past my sphincter and enter my rectum.   It turned out after being sodomised numerous times by large cocks and even larger dildos; I could take a fist.

     There was a camera flash informing me someone was capturing an image of me with an arm up my butt.  That set off a round of picture taking that only ended when everyone had taken advantage of the opportunity afforded by my relaxed butthole.

     “These will be on the Web site tomorrow,” said Lenny showing me the two-inch square display of his wife Gale smiling at the camera.  Her arm was in my ass to the elbow.

     “Let’s put them side by side so I can do both at the same time,” said one of the women.

     Furniture was shoved aside and so they could move Corrine to my left side.  Her face and hair were streaked with semen and she had this wild look in her eye.  That was when I realized she was getting off on what was happening.  I suppose I was too.  My prostate had been rubbed so often, semen was dripping out the tip of my dick. 

    “Time to sign our work,” said Gale handing out several felt tip pens.  Supposedly everyone present signed their names on our butts.  Some wrote just their names while others wrote things like, “Welcome to BM&WS.”

     Once we had been fully autographed, the men took turns jerking off on our faces.  That occasioned another round of photographs.

    Some kind Mistress with a taste for semen unbound my cock and serviced me orally.  When I climaxed, I thought I would never stop coming as I pumped all my stored up semen on her tongue.  She proved to be not as sympathetic as I thought.  After she drained me, she came around to my front and spit come all over my face.

     “Smile, Tom,” said Lenny taking the final photo of the day.

     Everyone dressed quickly and left except for Lenny and Gale.  They stayed along enough to untie us then disappeared but not before handing us the bags containing our clothes.

      We drug ourselves to the bathroom where we showered before getting dressed and driving home.

      “I don’t think I have ever felt so thoroughly fucked in my entire life,” I said as I drove onto the interstate.

      “Me neither, my pussy and my ass will be sore tomorrow,” said Corrine.  “They fisted me in both holes.” 

      Lucky me, I only got one orifice.  My throat’s raw,” I said reaching in the console for a bag of cough drops.  I handed the package to Corrine who unwrapped a couple of lozenges then gave us both one.

      “So did you enjoy it,” asked Corrine?

      “Yes, some things more than others but on the whole, definitely yes,” I said.  “How about you?”

      “Yes for me, too.  I really got off on the gangbang.  It reminded me of my days as a fluffer,” said Corrine wistfully.

      “What’s next on the agenda,” I asked?

      “Nothing until the third Saturday of next month.  We just missed this month’s party,” said Corrine.

      I slept in Sunday morning.  When I woke, Corrine’s side of the bed was empty.  I found her in the home office looking at the club’s Web site as she held a vibrator against her clit.

      Someone must have updated it over night.  The Event’s page included a link to a Slaves Initiation Albums.  Our album was the most recent.  Corrine had selected the Slide Show format.  I stood beside her jerking my cock as the screen displayed images of us undergoing the finale gangbang.

     When our album finished, Corrine selected the album of Ted and Jean, the couple who had been with us when we passed the club’s examination. 

     I moved closer to Corrine so she could suck my cock as we watched.  I massaged one of her boobs as we multitasked our way to a climax.