White Sub , Black BBW Pt. 02: The Party

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This is a continuation of the Sub White Guy, Black BBW story. If you like it, hit the stars at the bottom, all us writers appreciate the encouragement.

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Recap.

I had approached a black BBW at a supermarket as a White Sub and asked to push her trolley. She had taken me home and I had spent the afternoon making love to her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world.

That was after she had me kiss her thighs as soon as we entered, phoned a friend and ordered me to strip, telling me I was not to wear clothes without permission in her house, that amused her friend Mavis, who she was on the phone to, as did the description of my small cock.

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It was a Saturday night and I had been instructed to meet the Black BBW whose pussy I had been enjoying for the last month.

I arrived expecting another night of my face buried between her soft thick thighs but when I pressed the bell and she answered, she simply said, come on, we’re going out.

Right, was all I could reply and obediently followed her to her car.

“I’m really looking forward to tonight,” she said as we drove into the country.

“What’s happening tonight,” I enquired.

She squeezed my leg with one hand, “You’ll see.”

“Oh, OK.”

“What’s the matter,” she asked,

“Carvaggio,” I replied, not expecting her to understand.

“Oh that pile of shit, yes I know him.”

I was a bit shocked by the venom of her voice.

“Tonight will give you something else to think about. Here stroke my thigh while we drive, concentrate on that. I want you in the right frame of mind.”

I relaxed and did, god I loved the feel of her soft silky thighs. I thought and felt this might be a fun evening.

It wasn’t long before we pulled into the drive of a big detached house that had gardens all around it. A country boy myself, the property appealed.

The door was opened by an attractive black woman in her 40’s. She looked as if she had just been to the hairdressers, there wasn’t a hair out of place. Her dress looked expensive. Money, clearly money.

“Susan,” she greeted Madam, that was the first time I had heard her name and she ushered us in. She simply looked me up and down smiling.

“You can leave those things through there,” she said looking at me, still with that smile on her face.

“Thank you,” Madam answered.

Madam led me into a small cloakroom and shut the door behind us. She paused as she looked at me, “Strip.”

I hesitated and Madam raised her eyebrows and just kept looking at me. I started taking my clothes off. Madam just watched. When I was totally naked, she came forward and kissed me. “Don’t let me down tonight do you hear, but I’m sure you won’t.”

She ran a finger down my cheek, turned, took the couple of paces to the door, opened it and walked towards the closed double doors that were opposite the grand entrance off to our right. This rather vast entrance area that must have been 30 foot across and 20 foot deep.

I, of course, obediently followed Madam.

She opened one door, walked through and I again nervously followed.

What hit me was the scene of a party, well an orgy party really. There were men and women clothed, naked, making out on sofas, others beşiktaş escort chatting over drinks.

Everyone was black. To say I stood out was an understatement. Not everyone was naked, plenty were fully clothed but they were smiling when they looked at me.

I felt like I was an exhibit.

Madam, who was fully clothed, walked into the room to greet some people who were clearly glad to see her and I dutifully followed. Naked men from all around the room started to converge on me. I didn’t know where to look, but my face was immediately full of apprehension.

They started running their hands all over me and some started slapping me with their cocks. I looked across nervously at Madam and she wasn’t paying me any attention at all. In fact, she was walking off chatting.

What had she done to me.

She returned in a short while with two muscled fully clothed men. As they approach the other guys walked off, which was quite a relief.

“This is Tony, this is Vic. They will look after you.”

I looked pleadingly at her but with no response so I grudgingly utter “Yes Mistress.”

She gave me a satisfied nod, turned and walked off.

Tony and Vic guided me further into the room towards a couple having hard sex with a few people watching. In fact, I could see various couples having sex and a few guys being sucked off.

Tony then produced a pair of pink knickers with a little bow on the front, which he turned inside out. The guy shafting this black woman stopped and pulled out, moving slightly away. Tony then stuffed the panties up her cum soaked gooey pussy and twisted, coating them.

“Who is ready to bust a nut, we need another load,” he calls out.

Three people shout “yeah” and “over here.”

Turning the knickers back in the right way, Tony walks over to one of them. “Are you going to give up a load for Pussy Boy over here Beth darlin, we want to soak these panties for him.”

Tony then leaned down and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh and look over at me with a smirk.

“Yeah, bust your nut into those Leroy,” she tells the guy pounding her, “give em a good soaking.”

Leroy pounds away for a few more strokes and then pulls out just in time to spew a huge load into the knickers.

“Who’s got another load” Tony calls.

“I’m ready someone shouts back.”

Tony moves over to him, leans down and whispers to them with the same response as the other pair. In a moment a second big load of cum is painting the insides of these knickers.

The process is repeated with a third guy. I’m watching and wondering what he’s up to when I hear a groan to my left and this fit busty babe on all fours is obviously enjoying receiving a pounding again.

Vic nudges me, “Go get her to suck you.”

With relief, I’m only too happy to oblige. I move round the front of her and offer my tiny soft cock to her lips and she starts work on it. I’m hard in no time and concerned because I have no stamina. A lack of sex has destroyed that.

I needn’t have worried. When I was hard Vic immediately nudged his way in and started to tie my cock and balls so they were going to stay hard but I wouldn’t be able to cum. She kept giving me licks to keep me hard as he worked. beşyol escort Finished she gave me one last suck and started moaning as Vic pulled me away.

She wasn’t moaning that my cock had gone though, she was moaning because the guy was clearly pumping a big load into her. I stood there mesmerized at the pleasure on her face as he pumped and pumped cum inside her.

Vic moved behind her when the guy pulled out and promptly shoved his fingers in her cum drenched pussy, “You don’t mind if I borrow some of this do ya Babe?”

“No, help yourself,” she replied before receiving the guys cock to clean.

Vic twists his fingers inside her and grabs a big dollop. “Here pussy boy, come round here.”

I nervously walk to him wondering what he is going to do with that cum.

“You ever tasted black cum white boy?”

“No, no I haven’t,” I reply looking disgustedly at his fingers.

“Well get down there and eat that nut out of her while it’s still fresh.”

An audible sigh of relief coupled with a look of disgust and nervous resignation, I get on all fours behind her to eat this rather hot babe.

It disgusted me rather that it was full of cum, but this was a whole lot better than it looked a few minutes ago being slapped with cock.

I was worried when they were beating and rubbing me with their big black meat. I’m straight, I was the only white person there and now I wasn’t being excluded,

I’m enjoying my first woman of the night, this might not turn out to be so bad after all.

Those thoughts didn’t last long.

She arched her back to give me access and I sunk low to eat her. It was a little awkward but I was running my tongue over pussy and tasting her.

That was when it happened.

My ass was stuck up in the air and Vic put his left hand on the small of my back and pushed down firmly, then he shoved the fingers of his right hand into my hole and started lubing it with her gooey pussy mess. I knew then this was a false dawn, this was going to be one dreadful night.

Immediately someone called out “Here, let me help with that” and walked over wanking his boner.

“Keep eating her, pussy boy, you’d better enjoy it while you can” Vic chirped.

“Here let me give you some more to work with,” this new guy said.

I busied myself eating her pussy and tonguing her clit, I even induced a soft moan from her. I was quite pleased with myself and then I felt liquid hit my arse crack. The guy was cumming over my hole. I felt fingers rubbing it in, first one, then two, then three fingers.

“There, that should do,” Vic said and grabbed my shoulder. “That’s enough pussy, boy” and he pulled me away from her.

Tony meanwhile had been collecting more cum in the knickers.

Vic led me to the centre of the room where there was a heavy wooden coffee table with an additional shelf low to the ground. There must have been 30 people gathered around watching.

Tony walked over, “Lift ya leg.”

Confused and rather dumbly, I did. I shouldn’t have. He bent down and put a leg of the knickers through my foot. “Now the other one.”

“No, I’m not putting those on” I crossly insisted.

Tony just looked at me. “The easy way or the hard way white boy, you haven’t really beykent escort got much choice, have you?”

I looked at the size of the pair of them, sighed in resignation of my fate and lifted my other leg.

“Good boy,” he said mockingly.

He proceeded to slide the cum drenched panties, and they were absolutely drenched, up my legs. It felt bloody horrible, my legs had streaks of wet cum on them as he pulled them up over my balls and encased my little cock in them.

“There, now you look more like a pussy boy, there’s a lot of guys in here will fancy you in those nice pink panties.”

He nodded towards the coffee table to Vic who moved me across to it. As I stretched my leg to move, cum pressed into my ass, my balls, everywhere. My groin was coated in the stuff.

From somewhere they produced a set of knee pads which Tony put on me while Vic stood there holding my shoulder.

“Hands” and two sets of pink handcuffs appeared. They were basically two padded circles with a soft pink material over them and just a few links of chain between them. Tony put one hole of one set on my left wrist and one set on my right wrist.

Vic and Tony then simply lifted me up and set me down kneeling on the coffee table. Tony then pulled my hand down while Vic lifted the leg of the coffee table and they put the other ring of the pink handcuffs under the table leg, which was stopped by the wooden shelf about 4″ off the floor.

The same was done with my left hand. My head was stuck low and I was left with my rear end pointing in the air. Eating that pussy seemed a million miles away now.

A pillow was produced and placed between my arms so I could rest my head. I could kneel, I could lay down I suppose, but nothing much else.

I felt fingers rubbing the gusset into my arse and my balls being very gently rubbed. I had my head up looking forward and the crowd were watching me. My vision was blocked by a naked man in front of me. He grabbed his cock and presented it to my mouth.

“It was then I heard Madam, “Don’t disappoint me.”

I sighed and opened my mouth to receive my first ever taste of cock. He slid his weapon home and I proceeded to try and give him the best blow job I could, to not disappoint Mistress.

I felt the panties being pulled to the side and a cock being presented to my hole. The cock in my mouth now acquired some hands on my head, holding it there, not that it could go anywhere.

The cock started pressing into my anus.

The cock was removed from my mouth and the guy was replaced by this vision of beauty.

She was about 5’4″, had the shapely legs I adore, her skin looked soft and smooth without a blemish, she was as fit as fuck, not an ounce of fat on her.

Her skimpy black knickers kept her mystery but the matching black bra couldn’t hide the fact she had a beautiful big pair of tits. She had long wavy black hair, big brown eyes, and we white boys just love a black woman’s lips don’t we.

This beauty stood with the weight on her right leg with her left leg angled at 45 degrees and each slender hand with bright red nails on each shapely hip.

She stood there in front of me looking at me with that, I know I’m fuckin hot face. If I wasn’t tied to the table I’d have been in heaven, this girl was way out of my league, but I had her attention. I couldn’t help but look her up and down. She just smiled a friendly smile.

“I’m your prize white boy, are you ready for bed?”

“Hell yes.”

“Well that’s later, if you’re a good gurl for the boys tonight..”

To be continued…

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