WARNING: This is a hardcore interracial cuckolding story, with bisexual elements. Typical of my writing focus. Please only proceed if you enjoy the genre. As always, negative comments will be deleted--feel free to invite me to your own story if you have a better one, with my thanks! :-)
ALSO: There's not a lot of recap here. Readers are encouraged to read the first FOUR chapters first. ENJOY!!!
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When I stopped typing out the last chapter, our first night of BBC debauchery--at our apartment--was just getting started.
Our white pals, Eden and Dan, had come over a short while ago, together with their Black Master, Edgar. With the express intent of taking my gorgeous vixen of a wife, Sally, all the way black--all the way to black-only, black-owned, and black bred-- on this very first outing.
Less discussed was the fact that Edgar also expected to subjugate me--Harold--to BBC, to have me pay homage, and likely to see me start to gay for BBC.
Sally knew that I was excited for BBC, sure, but I'd never discussed it with our friends.
That silence fell away quickly with their arrival at our apartment.
The first giveaway was my incredible level of arousal as I greeted them on arrival. Sure, my dick is small--my wife and I refer to it as my boi "clit" now because it's so small and to acknowledge that it merely serves for my pleasure. But my "clit" was rock hard; totally red, swollen, inflamed; and drooling precum even as I met them at the door.
I looked ridiculous as I had shoes and socks and a shirt on and merely had my pants and underwear off so my totally excited boi clit would be on display.
But what really made it plain for everyone that I was ready to go gay with BBC is that when our new Master, Edgar, fondled me merely in passing, I shot off in a loud and intense orgasm for all to witness.
Yup, everyone could tell I was totally aroused for my new BBC Master, even though my wife was intended to be the group's focal point.
Now, I was kneeling before Master and my wife, as they had just paused their extensive makeout session.
They looked so erotic together, Master and my wife.
Edgar, a 6'3" 50-year-old-plus black man, with an incredible physique, and an eleven-inch cock, only semi hard and apparently still sheathed in his pants. His homely face only served to accentuate how sexy everything else was about him and, in a perverse way, it made Master even hotter, even more of a sex icon.
My wife could easily also be a "sex symbol" in her own right! She's a 5'10" bombshell with a gorgeous face (a little like Charlize Theron when she was also in her thirties), flowing red curls, bright blue eyes, and an incredible 34DD-24-37 physique.
While Edgar's face is pretty homely, his charisma, confidence, and incredible body overcame it and, in a way, complemented it to make him seem like a sex god.
And here he was, an ebony sex god, paired with my alabaster sex goddess of a wife--and on the cusp of fully blacking her, blacking her for good! He was about to own her for blacks and thoroughly ruin her for anything less than BBC!
Master had summoned me to make my Sally's pussy naked and available to him as proof that I needed to see him fuck her, own her, and even breed her.
For me to make Sally's pussy, ass, hips, thighs, and legs naked and available for Master was the way I would "sanctify" their relationship, and the way I would "accede" to my new, permanently lowly beta white cucky status as well.
Master had been very pointed with me. "Shrimp dick, don't speak!" he barked. "Just nod or shake your puny ass head... You want to stay around and watch me breed your wife tonight, right? You *need* to watch me black her, own her, and breed her, right?"
I nodded definitively. Slowly--and very clearly.
Sally then added that it was her fantasy now, too, and I should "get on with it."
She had edged her hips forward to assist me, and it was the moment of truth.
Would I go through with it? Would I free my wife's pussy, ass, hips, and legs so she could be fully available to Edgar's use?
He had already ripped open Sally's blouse and bra and freed her breasts for his rough fondling. She loved it. She was panting and blushing all over--and her nipples and areola were puffed out with her nipples as hard as could be.
Everyone had seen my naked boi clit again hard, drooling precum, and twitching, and Dan and Eden had commented also on my obvious excitement to egg me on.
"Come on, my faggot pal!" Dan had heckled. "Get on with it, shrimpdick!" Eden had jeered.
Everyone in the room of course knew I was going to go through with it.
My twitching little boi clit gave me away.
So did the fact that we were even all together to begin with.
Plus, it was obvious I was under my wife, Sally's, thumb--and she was clear about what she wanted and needed.
Further, it was clear that all of us were geared, too, to respect Master Edgar's authority and cater to his wishes and needs.
So, yeah, everyone knew I was going to take Sally pants and panties off, to sanctify her sexual availability to Master, to make her pussy and ass fully available for Edgar's enjoyment, his satisfaction, and his ownership, and to facilitate my wife--who was ovulating--being bred right away, to boot.
Yes, it was just a matter of moments, and everyone knew it! Including me!
Still, I savored moving slowly. I savored a few extra moments before my cuckolding was finalized, made irrevocable. For once Sally's lower body was naked for Edgar, assuredly nothing would stop them from coupling.
I knew Sally had her mind made up--yes, from how she talked to me about things in advance--but even more so from how enthusiastic she already was in Master's embrace.
Nope, nothing would stop my wife's blackening and black breeding.
Nothing short of a tsunami, an earthquake, or an act of God would be able to keep Master's cock from claiming my gorgeous wife's intimate openings for his own.
"Get on with it, faggot!" Master Edgar finally boomed. "Or would you like a beat down?"
Having heard a direct question, I knew I needed to answer. "No, Master," I replied. "Faggot will hurry! Faggot would not like a beat down!"
And in only a moment more, I had Sally's pants and panties off. She lifted her hips and wriggled eagerly to help things along. That rubbed salt in the wound, her tangible eagerness--and yet it was a turn-on beyond belief to experience how eager my wife was to get blacked, owned, and bred.
The sight and smell of Sally's naked pussy was unbelievable!
My wife's crotch was positively inflamed with lust.
I had never seen her pussy so pink, puffy, and wet!
I had never smelled her pussy more pungent, more aroused!
"Shit!" I thought to myself. "Sally has NEVER been this turned on for me, that's for sure! Damn--is she incredibly horny for Master Edgar! Fuck! She sure is ready to go black, black for good! To get black bred, even!"
"Well!" I continued thinking. "That's it! My gorgeous Sally is as good as gone now! She's as good as blacked! She's as good black-owned! She's as good as black bred! Fuck! Wow! Thank fucking God I find this so hot and erotic! Thank. Fuck. Ing. God!"
"Good job releasing your wife to be blacked, faggot!" Master boomed at me. "Now, go stuff her panties in your mouth as a gag and sit back in the corner... Dan and Eden--you tie the faggot down again, arms at his sides. Be certain he can't touch his boi clit!"
God, I really loved all of this! Hearing Master refer to me as a "faggot" and my little penis as a "boi clit" turned me on even more! It made my little boi clit even harder! It made me twitch. I oozed more precum! Something about hearing our black alpha BBC talk about me so derisively was beyond erotic--it was sublime!
"Oh, Master!" my beautiful Sally cooed at Edgar. "Please do me! Please do me now!"
"In a few minutes, cunt!" Master bellowed. "First, I want to fuck that pretty face of yours a bit. Now it's time for you to take *my* pants off and meet the new love of your fucking-little-life!"
As they were talking, Dan and Eden made quick work of tying me up, with my arms totally immobilized at my sides--far away from my still-naked boi clit--just as Master had commanded. There was no way I was going to be able to play with my clit. Still, it was rock hard, inflamed, twitching with arousal, and leaking precum.
"I wonder if I'll come just from watching, even without anyone or anything touching me?" I thought. "Could be! I mean I've read about it in erotica... Maybe it could actually happen to me? God! God, I hope it happens to me!!"
I wasn't lost in my head thinking about "what-ifs" for very long. Rather, I quickly refocused on watching my bride unsheath Master Edgar's gigantic ebony phallus.
It was a sight to behold! My gorgeous Sally kneeling before the giant stud--with his perfect body and immense prick. His homely face only served to underscore his reason for "owning" the scene: his fabulous body, and especially his God-like enormous black prick. "Dang! Does Master ever look like 'fucking' personified!" I thought to myself. "Yes, if 'fucking' were a person--Edgar is what he would look like!"
A moment later, and my wife's dainty hands had Edgar's dick fully unsheathed. Just partway hard, it looked like it could eat my little boi clit as a snack.
Wow! Wow, it was enormous! Not even hard, it seemed five or six times the volume of my boi clit. "How will my dainty wife even get that in her mouth?" I wondered.
Sally surprised me. She opened wide and guided Edgar's enormous black cock right into her face.
