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How did I get here? I mean, how did I get to this point in experiencing my deviant fantasies? How could I be this lucky?!
I knelt on my knees, leaning back on my ankles in the middle of the floor of the club. I couldn't stand. A pair of handcuffs had me secured firmly to the floor; one end of the cuff was fastened to the base of my balls, just behind the "A" ring of my chastity tube. The other half was locked onto an eyebolt mounted to the floor. My wrists were bound and fastened to the belt buckled to my waist.
I sat waiting for Donna and her friend Becky to return. Becky was giving Donna a tour of the club, and had secured me here so that they could finish the tour alone. I had been here for at least two hours, and finally I spotted them entering the main ballroom of the club, and walking towards me. The room was still crowded with other club members, mostly standing around talking, some engaged in various sex acts. My wife and her friend were not in any hurry, stopping and chatting with several couples that Becky wanted Donna to meet as they made their way to me. I could hear bits and pieces of their conversations over the noise of the crowd. Becky introduced one woman and told Donna something about "great head", then stopped and talked to a slender man, pointing out his long, slender penis and telling Donna that he was perfect if she decided she wanted to try anal.
They had finally made it to where I sat, and I was anticipating being released from my uncomfortable position on the floor. Just as Donna was beginning to talk to me Becky pulled her away, walking her past me, "Lamont!" Lamont, come over here, baby! I've got some fresh meat for you!" I heard a deep male voice answer Becky with a laugh. Apparently he had just come into the club. They were standing a few feet behind me, so that I could easily hear the conversation, but couldn't see anything. I could tell that Becky was excited, "Lamont, this is Donna. She and her "hubby" are new to the club. Donna, THIS is Lamont." "Lamont" and Donna exchanged pleasantries, then Becky continued, "Can she see it? You aren't gonna believe this Donna, it's the biggest I've ever seen. Come on darlin' drop those drawers and let her see it!"
I could hear him chuckle softly, then the rustle of his pants being lowered. Then I heard Donna gasp in shock and say, "Oh, My God!" I tried to crane my neck around so that I could see what she was viewing. I made it far enough to see, but then I quickly turned back around. I didn't want to look. Almost like when you see a cop car at an intersection and refuse to look at it, subconsciously thinking that you will summon them to yourself if you do. And I definitely did not want to summon what I saw to come looking for me! I closed my eyes.
What I had caught a glimpse of was a very large black man, at least six foot, four inches tall, and well muscled over his entire body. His arms and his legs rippled with muscles and his stomach had a very well defined six pack. But what scared me was what hung flaccid from his groin. Extending from a thick patch of pubic hair was a mocha colored cock. Hell, the term cock didn't do it justice! What would you call it? It had been as thick around as a soda can, and although completely soft, its head had swung just below his knees. That head was even more big around than the rest of it, and the slit in the end of it was longer across than my cock was around. I heard Donna, "Oh wow! It feels so good! I can't get my hands around it! Do you really get this inside women?"
"Yes, baby. I'll take my time with you and you'll love it. But we should save that for later, ok?"
"Sure, but don't forget me! I gotta try this on for size"
I could hear Lamont pulling his pants up, and then he walked past me and towards the dining area. Donna and Becky both walked back in front of me, and watched glassy eyes until he was out of sight.
They turned back to me, and Donna tousled my hair, "Poor baby, I bet you could use some attention, couldn't you?" I told her sheepishly about all of the attention that I had gotten while they had been gone, and she replied that she'd been having fun too, but I'd have to wait to hear about it. She did seem excited about my exploits, though, as did Becky. Becky stepped in front of me, then straddled my head, shoving my face into her sex. I began to delve my tongue into her folds and she asked, "Is this how they used you?" I mumbled an "uh, huh", and she slowly pulled back. "They were kind to you little one. Would you like to see the sadistic way to use a service slave cuffed to the floor?" I shook my head no, but Becky just looked to Donna and asked her, "Would you like to see it?" I watched Donna, willing her to say no, but should have known better as she nodded and said, "Yeah, you bet."
With that, Becky took hold of my hair as she lay on her back in front of me, "Ok, lover boy. You are going to eat me till I come at least three times." That hardly seemed sadistic to me, but obviously I just wasn't thinking. Becky pulled my head towards her sweet pussy. Oh, shit. Uuggnnnhhh. Being pushed back on my haunches to service someone had been a little uncomfortable, but being pulled forward to do so pulled my poor tortured cock and balls against the cuffs restraining them. It caused me a great deal of pain as a burning sensation began to permeate from my scrotum. "Do a good job, boy. The quicker you give me what I want, the sooner I let you back up." As I began darting my tongue across her clit and massaging her nether lips with mine, I whimpered with the pain. Oh, please cum quickly! It hurts! My prayers were answered when Becky moaned through her first orgasm. Only two more to go!
But then Becky pulled away from me by a couple more inches. I looked at her in shock. What was she doing? "You better get over here and finish, or you won't get any relief." I stretched myself as far as I could, finally, after much effort getting close enough to fuck her with my tongue again. It hurt so damn bad! She grabbed my head and ground it into her sex. I darted my tongue back and forth; up and down across her clit in a panic, I had to make her cum before she pulled my cock off! Hot tears of frustration were streaming down my face now, searing onto her fat pussy lips as I groaned "mmmmppphhhhhh!!!!!" into her sweet sex. She cried out "Yes!" as she felt my pain and began fucking my face ravenously, turned on beyond belief. She completely lost it, her violent bucking only serving to tug on my poor manhood even more, causing more moans from me, which only served to excite her more. It was a vicious cycle, but I guess it helped in a way. I didn't have to worry about working her up for the third orgasm she had ordered, because she seemed to scream through a dozen of them in one continuous stream. Finally she lay there trying to catch her breath, sated for the moment. She was so out of it by now that Donna had to reach down and gently pry her fingers from my head, then lift me up onto my haunches again, relieving the pressure on my poor tortured cock. "Are you ok?" I shook my head no, "Of course not, but I'm in heaven, ma'am."
