Interracial cuckold story

Cythia Haygood pulled into the parking garage of the Downtown Hilton an hour and a half late. She knew Charles would not be happy. After reapplying some make-up and lipstick that was rubbed off by the officers dicks, she stepped out of the car and straightened her dress, still wrinkled from her recent fuck.

The clicking of heels echoed as she walked. Damn Anthony for not fucking her. Her mouth still watered over his black cock, how it swayed over her, dripping its pre cum onto her wanton body, only to be pushed into his pants and zipped up out of sight. How being teased drove one to want so much more.

Cynthia took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Voices on the other side grew quiet. Charles opened the door, “about time woman, get in here!” He moved to the side.

“I’m so sorry for being late, sir, I was stopped for speeding,” Cynthia bit her bottom lip and smiled sheepishly in an attempt to ease any frustration her late arrival caused.

“There is time to make up for your disrespect,” Charles assured her, “come meet my friends.” He grabbed Cynthia’s arm and walked her down the small hall, to the main room.

Two black men talking and giggling on the couch grew quiet as Cynthia and Charles entered. The room was large and well furnished. “Kneel at my side now,” instructed Charles.

She stared at the two men as she slowly went to her knees, her pussy grew aroused knowing three black cocks waited to take her. The soft carpet grabbed at her knees but Charles grabbed a hand full of hair and forced her head backwards, so her chin would be raised and pointed upward.

She heard the two men move and soon saw them standing on either side of her. “This is Vonnie,” from the left a cock slapped against Cynthia’s face, surprised her face jumped toward the right where her lips met another dick. “and that would be Ernest,” Charles said

The two men stared to rub their cocks on Cynthia’s face as Charles held her hair tightly so she could not move, but there was no need, she would never leave the black pieces of heaven beating against her. She felt warm drops of pre cum as they left trails of liquid across her cheeks, her eyes, her lips. The smell of cock filled the air and Cynthia felt the deep desires awakening again.

“Nice to meet you, Sir Ernest and Sir Vonnie” she whispered, weak from the lust building within her. Moans escaped her lips as her hands grabbed the growing flesh that teased her every desire. Both cocks slowly grew, expanding her fingers with each stroke, and growing longer with each lick.

Charles spoke, “Boys, this is one of the nastiest white girls you will ever have service your black cocks. Isn’t that correct, my pet?” He jerked on her hair to emphasize his point.

“Oh yes sirrrrrr, so correct. I do need black dick around me all the time, I’ll do, say, or act in any way to have the honor of your cocks fucking and using me, Sirs.” Cynthia could only imagine what her friends and family would say if they knew about her inner desires, the inner cravings for black men, the insatiable thirst she carries with her 24 hours a day.

“Stand up, slut.”

Cynthia did as Charles told her while continuing to hold onto the two hard cocks in her hands. The smell of dick and men filled her senses, her knees weak with anticipation and need. Suddenly the three men surrounding her began pulling on her dress. One rip, two rips, and a few more till she was only left with heels.

With each rip, her breath left her again. Her breath, now short and choppy, filled with hints of the lust she would soon unleash.

“The bitch isn’t wearing any undergarments,” Ernest said.

“Because she is a good girl, she was told not to wear any this evening, come my pet.”.

She followed Charles to the bedroom and heard the other two men walking behind her, so she walked with a sexier attitude knowing they were looking at her ass and legs. Her calfs looked awesome as she walked in her heels.

In the room were more than 50 lit candles, a huge king sized bed and many other extras expected of such places like the Hilton.

“Stand at the edge of the bed facing the pillows, Cynthia.”

“Yes, Sir Charles,” She moved into position as Ernest and Vonnie smiled at their soon to be sex toy. The bed was an iron cast frame, with the poles running up for support.

Cynthia moaned seductively and licked her lips as she felt the first of the leather restraints being wrapped around her ankle. Her heels were left on. Slowly, Charles stretched out her other leg and repeated the procedure. Now having a hard time keeping her balance, Cynthia leaned forward and placed her hands on the mattress exposing her wet pussy and ass. The feeling of the leather firmly wrapped on her skin sent pulses of desire, like a wild fire, her wanton spread throughout her body. Nothing was more intoxicating than being totally taken, used, and dominated. She felt totally exposed, and loved it.

Charles traced his fingers up her inner thigh and dipped two deep into her pussy. Her knees buckled and she gasped. “My my, aren’t you the soaked one, look at this boys.” Charles let his fingers slip from her cunt and rubbed her juices on her tanned ass, before he spanked it playfully.

Cynthia’s mind raced with lust. “Oh yes Sir, spank my slut ass.” She arched her back and pressed her tits against the bed, opening herself up to the black cocks surrounding her. She looked from side to side, unable to see enough cock, the more she saw the more she needed, “please may I taste a cock, Sir?” she whimpered.

Vonnie moved up behind Cynthia and began slapping his 8 inch cock on her ass. “So you want some black dick, bitch?”

“Oh yes, please, please Sir, I need it,” she panted in response, swaying her hips, trying to free herself from her binds, “my pussy lives to service black meat Sir, please use me as you wish.” She arched her back again and grabbed two handfuls of sheet. The coolness of the iron cast frame pressed against her upper thighs and the heat from Vonnie’s cock melted the opening of her oozing cunt.

Instinctively she pushed back the best she could in her position.

“Give it to her Von,” Charles teased, “look at her, she can’t wait.”

The black cock slid in slowly, its large head parted her wet pussy lips. The shaft disappeared deep within her as a low moan rumbled throughout her body.

“Oooooooooohhhhhh yesssssss, that feels soooooo wonderful, Sir.” Cynthia squeezed on his cock with her inner muscles and begged for more. “See how wet my pussy gets for you Sir, how my cunt lips wrap around your shaft and pull you in?”

Cynthia watched Charle’s dick sway toward her as he knelt on the bed. “Time for some chocolate dessert baby.”

Instinctively she reached out toward his 9 inch cock while Vonnie continued to pump her hard from behind, being encouraged by Ernest who was pinching away at her nipples. “Oh yes Sir, I need your cock in my mouth, I want to feel your hot tool slide across my tongue and down into my throat. I love the feel of a cock in my hand, staring at the veins and watching as the pre cum drips over the head and onto my fingers.”

The size of his cock stretched her lips, but Cynthia took him deep into her mouth. She trailed her tongue over the length of his cock, in and out of her mouth while her lips caressed his sensitive flesh and her fingers danced over his balls in slow, delicate circles. Her mind flashed back to the cop from earlier this evening, and she promised herself she would feel his amazing tool as well.

Charles grabbed two handfuls of hair and forced his cock all the way into her mouth. The men chuckled and taunted her while they watched her body jerk and she tried to move away. The cock wedged into her throat caused her to gag while also denying her to breath. After a few seconds, he eased his grip, allowing Cynthia to move off his cock and breath. Her eyes teared from its deep penetration.

But instead of releasing his cock, she only rose a few inches and looked up at him, “mmmmmmm” she moaned and continued to suck away. She was not going to let him out from between her lips for any reason.

“Oh yea baby, here I cum, you fucking slut,” Vonnie pulled out and came all over her back, the warm liquid sent Cynthia over the edge as well, “Oh yes, oh yes, oh my god, I am cumming Sir, yes lets cum togetherrrrrrrrrr, AHHHHOHHHHHshhhhhhit.”

Both bodies convulsed with release as their cum mixed and dripped down the insides of Cynthia’s thighs. Her mind was numb with lust as Ernest slid his cock into her and Vonnie came around to her mouth so she could lick him clean.

Cynthia hungrily lapped up the mixture of their juices as Ernest’s modest sized cock eased into her without problem. She pulled frantically to escape her ankle restraints but nothing worked.

“Guess it is time for the surprise boys.” Charles said.

What? Surprise? What did that mean? Cynthia began looking over her shoulders and looking around the room, “what surprise, Sir Charles?”

Footsteps could be heard entering the room as black man after black man entered, all exchanging high fives and unzipping their pants.

Cynthia looked up at Charles and pleaded for him not to do this. Sure she loved to be fucked, and controlled, but the sight of at least 15 men scared her a bit.

“Do not worry my pet, they know to take good care of you, I shall return later and clean you up, enjoy” He chuckled as he got off the bed and walked out to the cheers of the room.

“No Nooooo, you can’t do this,” Cynthia pleaded, cussing herself out for letting them bind her.

“We can do whatever we want, slut,” was the response as her cries were soon muffled out by a large black dick inserted into her mouth. Her restraints were removed and she was forced onto the bed, each limb held down by a different man, her legs stretched high and wide. She struggled and moaned protests as a cock violated her mouth. Her lust had turned to fear from the sheer number of cocks in the room. Her body was being held down and she knew every hole would be used as a cum depot for this group of men.

A set of hands held each ankle, her legs spread wide and held up in the air. And a set of hands secured her wrists, keeping her arms flat against the bed and out to her side. Suddenly cocks were beating against her face, breasts, legs, and belly. Warm flashes of nastiness shot through Cynthia once again, but she was afraid all these cocks would be too much for her, perhaps she would be asked to drink to much cum and get sick, or perhaps they would fuck her so long and hard that she would be unable to walk afterwards. She would soon find out, and her Sir, Charles, was going to film the whole scene without her knowledge.