Hello Peoples of Literotica! It's Drew Nelson again! And I'm back in full force!
This time I'm here to not only tell you about my stunningly gorgeous Mistress Tameka. But! I'm here to tell you about my new Master Quentin DevontΓ© Sterling as well.
My God what a man he is! Wait! What am I saying?! He's a pure bred God! He's this 6'6, 210lbs, dark brown eyed, tattoo ladened Milk Chocolate Monster! He has long pretty dreadlocks that swing when fucks me senseless. His sexy southern baritone hypnotized me the very first time I heard him speak and I've been in love with it ever since. His chiseled body is so flawless that it'd make the Greek Gods jealous! His tight toned ass is gloriously delicious! He puts most fitness models to shame if you ask me.
And his dick...leaves me breathless just to mention it! It's unreal! It's 11 inches of animalistic power! I happily let this God in human form essentially rape me for his own amusement. And between you and me I'd have it no other way!
He's one helluva New Orleans Louisiana native! He's a very well educated man too. Graduating from LSU with a Bachelors in Accounting. He moved to DC to pursue and eventually attain his Master's in the same field with a minor in Economics at Howard University. He's a business owner much like me. He's a great CPA with his own highly successful accounting firm in Crystal City Virginia. He's a no nonsense 32yrold man who knows how to treat My Mistress like the Queen she is. He also knows how to dominate, degrade and humiliate a sissy slut like me so beautifully. And I must say I couldn't be happier. I am inferior to them both and they treat me as such.
And did I mention he's married to My Chocolate Goddess? No?! Well shame on me! Yes they're married! Happily married at that. I should know they fuck and abuse me all the time. I'm so happy she chose him as her husband. Because, let's be honest a whore like me could never fulfill My Mistress's true needs and desires the way he does. I've accepted that I'm nowhere near as manly and masculine as he is. She needed a man in her life not just a fuck slave like me.
Let me tell you how they met.
You see it was 2 months after my 38th birthday that Mistress had grown tired of me. I had become mundane to her. She yearned for more than a sissy. She yearned for a Black King to make her his only Queen. I on the other hand, yearned to have a Big Black Cock stuffed into my ass and mouth again. So, she started pimping me out. For about six months I was pimped out to and used by so many. That's when she (we) met Master. They began dating shortly after meeting at the nightclub where Mistress pimped me out at. They were smitten! I was excited for her. For she had finally found her true love. They were engaged two days before my 40th birthday and married the August before my 42nd birthday in beautiful Jamaica.
They (We) were moved into a new 3 story 7 bedroom 5 and 1/2 bathroom house with a 3 car garage in Clarksburg Maryland. (All of this took place 2 months after they were married.) And I had quickly learned my place in their new house.
My cage that Master so graciously bought for me was in the garage along with two dog dishes for my food and water. Master believes that a sissy whore like me isn't good enough to be in the same room, let alone the same house as My Black God and Goddess so my living quarters are in the garage. The only time I'm allowed in the house is if and when I have chores to do around the house and especially whenever they decide to use me. Other than that I am not to step foot into their domain.
Their marriage is pure bliss to me. Not just because I eagerly paid for the wedding and honeymoon. (I was ecstatic to do so. Besides I wanted My Goddess to have the wedding of her dreams to the man of her dreams.) but because they use and abuse me however they see fit!
I am their 24/7 whore. Although the thought of me not working initially disgusted My Mistress to her very core (she detests unemployed men who don't have a valid reason for being unemployed.) Master convinced her (by eating her pussy then fucking her until she tapped out.) that I didn't need to be seen in public unless it was their wish to pimp me out or send me to do errands. All I needed was them and their commands. So I sold my company and townhouse for all they were worth. By doing so I was then fully able to become theirs to do with as they see fit.
And when comes to when they use me...It makes me shiver just thinking about it. They're orgasmic whenever they use me together. But, truth be told I love it even more they each have their own separate play time with me.
Like with Master for instance:
You see, Master loves to use me all the time. Especially around his friends whenever they are at the house. He loves to show them what a sissy fuck toy is really for. He always let's them use me as an ashtray, a cum dump and especially as a urinal. Oh yes! I love being a human urinal to all those beautiful black men. Who needs a bathroom when whores like me are available for constant use? All they have to do is shove their penises into my mouth and relieve themselves. I swallow their piss just like I do their cum. Oh God! I can't get enough of those Chocolate hunks! As a matter of fact that's sort of how I spent my 42nd birthday.
Let me tell about that weekend...
It was the weekend of my birthday in 2014. (We don't celebrate it because it's not important to them, which is fine with me.) Anywho! It was my birthday weekend (and it was also happened to be the NBA All-Star weekend.) which meant it was just me and My gorgeous Black Master at the house. (Mistress had gone off on a weekend spa retreat that Master had set up for her. Like I said, he treats her like the Queen that she is.) I was excited because I was alone with Master for more than a day.
(Now don't get me wrong I am and always will be loyal to My Chocolate Mistress! She is the true reason I am the sissy whore that I am. I wouldn't dare leave My Amazonian Queen for anything or anyone! She is the love of my life! If I was manly enough for her (which I'm not) I would've married her the night I met her! I'd die without her! My utter devotion to her can not be changed! But, admittedly I'm beginning to fall in love with Master.)
It was Saturday which is household chore day for me. Master had given me my list of chores to do and had also given me a two hour time limit to do them within. He even demanded that I dress in my French Maid outfit complete with heels while doing them. I was happy to do so. Once my chores were completed; I made my way to their basement where Master was working out. I wanted him to see how slutty this sissy whore looked. But, truth be told I did it because I loved watching him work out! I really loved it when he would make me lick his stinky, shiny, sweat covered body clean and how he would take my ass and mouth after every workout.
Once in the basement I found myself in a hypnotic trance all because I was staring at his sweet toned ass. Once he noticed my staring and my slight bulge in my skirt; he asked me were my chores done. I replied that his fuck toy had done as he demanded I do. I also told him that I wanted to relax him because he'd had a good workout. He simply smirked then told me to make myself useful.
I was ΓΌber excited to please him! I decided to do so by giving this strong sexy example of a God one of my lap dances. I jiggled, gyrated, swayed, rolled, shook and twerked my ass and hips for him. I wanted to feel his raging monster against my ass so I began grinding against his crotch. I could feel him getting hard through the fabric of his workout shorts. I wanted him to whip it out and rape my mouth and throat with it.
He forced me to my knees then grabbed my head by hair and started grinding his crotch in my face. Mmmmm! I love the sweaty musky scent of that man! He must've sensed that I liked it because he turned around and shoved my face into his glorious ass. (At some point or another; I pulled my prick out and started beating the living hell out of it until I spewed my jizz.)
He told me that I was a sissy fag whore who could never please a woman that's why I am who I am. He said that my ass and mouth were only good for being holes to fuck. I felt like such a whore because all I could do was inhale his scent and love every minute of it! As he insulted me, I could feel his boner rising and instantly I got excited because I knew that soon he would choking me with it!