I walk in the door, and see my wife Nycole sitting at our table set for 3, candles and a bottle of champagne with 2 glasses situated in the middle.
My wife is dressed in a red evening gown dress that is cut so deep her 36c breast are only held in due to their perkiness. It's not a dress I've seen before and wonder where it came from. Her strawberry red hair falls just to the beginning of her cleavage, and framing her circular face. Her bright green eyes stand out against her hair and her plump lips coated in bright red lip stick. She's more dolled up than I've ever seen, and I wonder about the occasion. She doesn't greet me, she just looks from me to our guest and my head follows her eyes.
There sitting at our table is a dark skinned black man. His dreads are well-kept and tight, being held back by one dread in a pony tail. He smiles, and his bright white teeth contrast with his skin. He has a very handsome strong clean-shaven face that is quite inviting. He is wearing a white polo shirt, it appears to be a size medium, as his chest and arms stretch the shirt around his muscular form.
He stands up towering over me with his 6'4 frame and what appears to be 250 lbs fat free. He pushes out the chair next to him
"Welcome home please sit" he commands.
I'm puzzled because I have never seen this guy, and wonder why he is in my house and why he is sitting at the head of the table.
I look to my wife "Who's this" I question, as I walk over and pull out the chair next to my wife.
Nycole doesn't acknowledge the question nor does she look at me.
"So that's how you're going to do me, I offer you this seat here, and you think it's okay to sit over there?" he ask annoyed.
"Sir I don't know you why would I sit there? Plus that plate has a burnt piece of Jumbo Italian Sausage, and Mac and Cheese. My wife knows I hate both of those." I respond to him. The sausage is massive probably 9" long and 6" girth, and burnt black.
"Well this is your dinner, so either you can sit here and eat it, or you can eat on the floor. Humor me please," he says with a smile.
"But why do you 2 get steak and potatoes?" I question.
"All questions will be answered in time. Now come sit let's eat."
I look to my wife, and she again doesn't acknowledge me. I sit down next to him, wondering what the hell is going on.
We say Grace as he demands, and then he looks at me. "So since you wanted to disrespect me please show me how much of that sausage you can take without biting." he says in a serious tone.
"No, that's not going to happen. Who are you anyway," I question.
"Not going to do what I ask huh," he responds in an annoyed voice.
*SMACK* I barely see his hand, but definitely feel the slap, and almost fall out of my chair. Through blurry eyes I see a handful of Mac and cheese coming at my face, but can't react in time before it gets shoved into my mouth.
"Eat it, eat it you pussy bitch," he commands.
I chew and swallow trying not to gag, so that I can breathe. I hear a feminine snicker in the back ground. Was that my wife?
"Now take your towel and clean my hand, bitch. Don't forget to apologize."
I hesitate, but flinch at the movement of his hand. I knew at that point I had lost control. I pick up the towel and wipe off his hands, making sure not to miss any spots. "S-sorry, sir," I stutter.
"I like that, make sure you call me sir all the time. Now since you couldn't follow simple commands I'll help with this sausage." He picks up my fork, and stabs the very end of the sausage. "Now open up," his tone serious again.
I hesitate and look to my wife. *SMACK* I fall to the ground, missing the slap completely. I look back at him with hatred.
"You hesitated, I didn't. When I give you a command you do it. Now get back in the chair and open your mouth," he says.
I slowly crawl back into the chair moving my jaw around to dull the sting. I look at him and open my mouth, like a beaten dog.
He slowly inserts the sausage and I can feel the hardness from it being burnt as it stretches my lips.and presses down my tongue. He doesn't stop though. He keeps pushing and I can feel it pushing on my tonsils. It finally gets stuck and I feel his hand on the back of my head. He pushes the sausage further and it blocks off my air passage. I start to gag, and my eyes water. Drool starts running out of my mouth onto my plate. I tap his arm hoping he will stop, instead he starts pulling the sausage out and pushing it back in.
He starts laughing "I guess your wife was right, you have been practicing on her dildos."
I now hear the distinct laughter of my wife. "I never said that deShawn."
"I know I'm just fucking with him." He pulls the sausage out, and drool floods out onto my plate all over my food. "Okay let's eat"
I look at him like seriously. He nods affirmatively. "Eat up bitch"
I watch as my wife and him share a smile. He slices off a piece of steak and eats it. "Mmm, this is good steak, thank you for sharing it with your guest." He looks at me and sees I'm not eating. "Don't be rude I bought and cooked your food because you only had 2 steaks, please eat up. Or would you prefer I feed you."
I look at him with defiance, but lower my head and start scooping up the drool covered mac and cheese. I feel so humiliated, but my dick starts to spring to life. Am I liking this humiliation? I pick up the sausage and try to eat it, but its so hard it's almost impossible to bite into.
Laughing deShawn says "I might have over cooked it, but I heard sucking on it will make it soggy and then you can bite it."
I try to gnaw at it more, but my teeth couldn't break it. I look to make sure neither was looking and start sucking on the tip, pushing my tongue into the end. My lips stretch around the hard phallic object. I suck on the sausage pulling in and out.
"Well I'll be damned Nycole you sure he hasn't sucked black cock before, he's really going to town on that sausage," he laughs.
"Honestly, deShawn I'm starting to wonder myself," she giggles.
I stop what I am doing and bite the sausage, of course it works. We finish up dinner, with me sucking off the sausage before each bite. My wife and what appears to be her lover making fun of me each time.
"Now, Michael you have questions I assume?" DeShawn questions.
"Y-yes, sir if I m-may ask them," I stutter hesitantly.
"Yes you can, but for every question you ask I get one command of you."
Well at least I get answers before being commanded I think. "Who are you, and how do you know my wife?"
"I am deShawn, and she has been helping me out with life."
Man that was vague, before I can ask more he stops me for his commands.
"Please bring your beautiful wife over to the chair you are sitting in."
I hesitate, but his raised hand gets me moving. I take my wife's hand and lead her eloquently dressed body over to the chair I was sitting in. I sit her down facing deShawn.
"Now pull her straps down and reveal those perfect perky tits." I look at my wife, and see the expectant look on her face. I stand behind her and lower her straps, her beautiful tits barely fall once revealed. The small nipples hard as glass cutters. Either from the A/C or her arousal.