Becca never thought she would live to see the day where her proud husband would become dominated by a female. Most especially by a superior black female. The Arnold she'd always known never would have stooped to such. But since the day after they'd met black master Shango, that Arnold she'd over the years become familiar with had instantly gone away, disappeared from both sight and mind. It was as if that proud, sanctimonious Arnold had never really existed at all. That heβitβhad been nothing but a mere fictional creation of the real Arnold she was seeing right now, exposed to her and to the world by the black master and his second wife. It was early for her to say if she missed the old Arnold ... though she seemed satisfied with this one, so far. A part of her wished not to see the former anymore.
She was still lying across her master's thigh, caressing the erection that was still enlarging inside his pants. Even now her hand was working on the zipper, though her eyes remained engaged on watching what was taking place before her eyes: her dear Arnold was actually undoing the buttons of his shirt while the black mistress stood watching him and waiting with a pair of cold-staring eyes. The picture was like that of an eleventh-grade student being punished by the head mistress. She glanced at her master and saw that he too was just as amused like she was by what was ongoing. He didn't look like he was going to put a stop to whatever was about to happen, and Becca wouldn't have wished for him to either. There was such an erotic charge in the room it was like being entertained by a live audience.
"Hurry up, white boy!" snapped Nneka. "I don't have all day to wait in vain for your ass."
Arnold's hands were fumbling for his pants and pushing them down his legs. In no time he stood before her wearing only his briefs and stockings; goose bumps broke out on his skin. The black mistress wasn't satisfied and she told him to lose the briefs. Arnold gulped in saliva that was hanging in his throat before obeying, his cheeks turned a shade of red as he did. Obviously he too was getting the vibe of eroticity that was flowing in the room as if someone had left a naked wire of electricity somewhere, and now it was gaining some weird vibration inside him even before the black mistress began speaking to him. His cock had been getting a rise out of just the sound of her voice and now that he was standing before her, his wife, and the black master naked, their eyes all fell on his cock that was standing erect less than six inches from his pubic area.
Nneka was the first to laugh at him. "Aww, would you look at that. The white boy has been having fun already."
She walked over to him and grasped his erection. The feel of her hand arose some heated passion creeping through his cock and down to his balls. Though he felt humiliated, Arnold could barely resist her touch. He turned to look at his wife and just as he'd expected, she now had the master's cock in her hand, stroking it gently and then applying her mouth to his knobbed head while taking repeated glances at his direction.
"You've got a pretty hard cock for a white boy," the black mistress muttered seductively into Arnold's ear. "I'll bet your cock no longer gets this hard anymore if there's a white woman in the room. I'll bet the reason you're getting this hard is because you're standing before a real woman. An African woman. Tell me I'm lying, white boy."
"No, madam mistress. You're not lying."
"So what I just said is all true, huh? You wouldn't be getting this hard for your wife even if she begged you for it?"
Arnold nodded. "Even if she begged me for it."
"In the Bible, when God created the first man and woman, do you believe that they were black?"
"I didn't ... I didn't before, but I do now."
Her hand began stroking his cock back and forth gently. Arnold's breathing went a notch higher. The more she went on stroking him, gradually he began muttering in gasps.
"There's something I want you to do for me, white boy," Nneka spoke into his ear. "I want you to get down on your knees right now."
Arnold fell to his knees before her. She pulled a nearby chair over and planted one of her legs on it, exposing the dark flesh that was her pussy. She held her labia walls open for him to lick his lips and gasp from the sight of her pink wet pussy staring back at him. He knew right away what she wanted from him even before she said the words.
"I want you to be like a good white boy and lick my pussy right now. And I don't want you to stop till I cum. Alright white boy, get to work!"
By now, Becca was forcing her mouth and throat down on her master's shaft, hearing him moan from what she was doing, but she just had to pause for a brief moment and giggled as her husband rested a hand under the black mistress's thigh as he leaned forward to smell the raw, musky fragrance emanating from her pussy. He gave her pussy lips first a loving kiss, before then lapping his tongue back and forth over her lush, pink wetness. His lips closed in on her jutting pussy flesh and nibbled on it with relish. Nneka cradled his head in her hand and jerked her hips back and forth to his face. She too was getting engrossed with his effort.
"Ohh yeah, lick that pussy, white boy. Lick that pussy like you've never seen one before and can't wait to get a taste. I know you've been dying to eat some black pussy since you got here, haven't you, white boy?"
Arnold paused to pull his head from between her legs to answer: "Oh yes, madam mistress," before then returning to the task at hand.
Becca was still busy sucking her master's tent-pole, never wishing to let go of it. She flicked her tongue over his knobbed head for a moment before then going down, swirling her tongue and mouth around his shaft while her hands fumbled his balls then afterwards reached further downward between the dark space of his ass, tickling his perineum. At the same time her ears were paying rapt attention to the black mistress's moans as Arnold was still going to work on her. Master Olu reached a hand over Becca's back, grabbing first a handful of her flabby buttocks and then reaching a finger first into her anal hole, and then later two others into her pussy. Becca groaned in her throat from feeling his triple-fingered probe her cunt's orifice. Olu then indicated for her to turn over with her legs straddling his face. Her excited pussy opened outward like a window into the universe before his face. He held her matching globe of ass cheeks aside and began slurping on her pussy. He reached behind his head for his cock-sized dildo and began fucking her asshole with it while at the same time licking his way through her cunt's flesh. Becca couldn't help bucking wild at this, and her only choice was to continue sucking her master's cock as much as she could to stem the down the tide she was feeling from down her backside.