I remember vividly what I was doing when the announcement came over the intercom as we were pulling into the station. I was looking up into Brax' eyes hoping that as a guy, he'd take some pity on me and tell his sister to quite pulling on my balls. If he hadn't been there, I know none of the women would have looked out for me. I mean, why would some black women care what the girl was doing to a white slave's balls?
Brax was still wiping his cum soaked cock off on my tights, when he glanced over at the girl.
"Hey, Porsha. Knock it off."
That didn't sit well with the girl, but she listened. Instead of pulling the string, she decided to just tie her end to the metal bar of her seat. Like I was going to make a run for it, otherwise. I glanced back up to Brax with exacerbation, but he just shrugged his shoulders and smirked.
"Least she ain't pulling on them no more," he offered.
"Girl, you awfully quiet over there," Mercedes said looking towards the female student.
The girl just tried to crouch further away in her seat with a frightful look.
"You telling me that you got no interest in riding that stick of his?"
She shook her head.
"Come on. Porsha, get up so the white boy can sit down. I barely managed to make it to the seat with my balls tied to the railing.
God, I needed this fuck. I needed that girl to just sink down on top of my shaft, just once. I knew I'd blow my wad if she was as tight as she looked. I had to have it. My cock was ramrod hard against my sweaty abs, eager for relief. I know she saw my needs in my eyes. I pleaded with her silently.
"Come on, girl. Just sit on his lap, and let's see if you want more."
The girl stood, looked at me, then sat on top of my closed legs. She leaned back against my shaft. My inherent male sexual instincts took over. Slowly, I rubbed up against her, thrusting my hips only slightly. Her short gasps told me she wanted me.
Mercifully, she reached back and tilted my shaft towards her pussy as she settled herself down. I felt my cock slide into her ever-so-hot hole. I nearly lost it there. I held her by her waist and guided her up and down. My eyes were closed, and I was completely lost in my impending orgasm when I heard the commotion and everyone fleeing the train. I had heard some sort of announcement, but my needs were too important. I was focused. I vaguely recall hearing different voices yelling at me to stop. I opened my eyes to see the transit police yelling at me, pulling my hands off Emma and another female cop pulling her off my spasming cock.
My first shot of seed was planted just deep enough inside her tight little pussy to remain there the rest of the night. But every other shot splattered on the floor or my chest. I was left with a ruined orgasm.
I ended up being hauled off as the only one arrested. The charges included public indecency, lewd sexual acts in public and rape. I was the one tied down by my balls, but I was being charged with rape.
Eventually, once the facts became clear, the rape charges were dropped, but I was still left with public indecency. I beat the charges in court.
Two weeks after the trial, I was trying to get back into a normal life again. My girlfriend had broken up with me when she heard the charges, but took me back once I was vindicated. We were having a makeup dinner at my place after work when we got into a bit of an argument. She had been pushing for sex, but I told her I wasn't quite ready. She was understanding for about ten days, but her patience was growing thin on this night. I made another excuse, but she wasn't buying it.
She didn't walk out on me, but she did take off to think things over and grab a loaf of garlic bread and another bottle of wine.
There was a knock at the door. It couldn't have been my girlfriend; she wouldn't have knocked. Somehow deep down, I knew who it was.
As soon as I turned the doorknob, the door flew open, hitting me in the face and knocking me back a few steps. Before I could gather my balance, a big black woman was in my face. She got one good smack in against my cheek which sent me flying backwards. I ended up on my back and my legs were spread wide, a very inviting opportunity. Just as I began to sit up, Mercedes landed her heel between my spread legs, squarely against my balls. I screamed in the highest pitch I had ever hit. But before I could even roll around, Brax lifted me to my knees, holding me by my arm and head, exposing my neck to his mother.
The woman wasted no time. I felt the tight leather collar pulled tight around my throat, and heard it snap in place behind my neck. Braxton dropped me, and I felt the pull of the leash. Mercedes was in control. I felt it in my aching balls and the stranglehold of the collar around my neck.
"Hello white boy. You forget about us?"
I could only respond my shaking my head. With the pain I was feeling between my legs, speech was out of the question.
I looked up to Brax. He already had his pants down and his eleven inch black meat was pointing directly at my face. It deserved my respect. I craned my neck and took the tip into my mouth and worked it with my tongue until I heard him groan. I looked back up at the black man's beautiful green eyes. I felt my own cock stirring as he looked at me.
"Alright Brax, do what you came to do," his mother said as she made her way into the kitchen. My apartment was pretty small and was an open plan, so you could go from my bedroom to the kitchen in only a few steps.
Brax yanked on my collar and led me over to my bed. He ripped of my T-shirt, jeans and underwear in no time flat. He didn't have to tell me he wanted me on all fours. I knew where this was going.
"Turn him around. I don't want to watch that black ass of yours and your balls all flopping around. I want to watch the white boy's face when you take him again. Brax lined himself up with my ass, and I felt that familiar feeling of being filled up beyond the point of acceptance. I thought I remembered exactly how he felt inside, me, but I swear he felt larger today.
