2nd Thursday – 5th day as BBC slut wife, Jaye and her new Master humiliate B. Jaye is fisted in pblic. B submits to his own Master:
After I cleaned up their morning fuck, theyh eaded for the shower together.
My wife smiled sweetly at me and gave my cock a quick squeeze as she passed by.
"Order us room service, B! And ask if Andre (our usual waiter in the restaurant) can deliver it!"
I called in the order. Andre was in early and available to deliver.
I started to get dressed, but when Jaye came out she told me to strip and stay that way - in fact, stay that way for the rest of the time there. When Andre arrived, Samuel and Jaye were naked on the bed and she was sucking his Black Cock. Samuel told me to let him in, and Jaye added "But on your knees." I did, blushing furiously as Andre took in the scene of the married white woman sucking Black cock and her husband kneeling and naked.
Jaye lifted her head from her sucking duties.
"Good morning, Andre! I had another fine Jamaican evening and it looks like it's going to be a fine Jamaican day!"
Andre grinned a toothy smile. "Sho look like it, missy!"
"B, tip Andre $20 and bring Samuel his breakfast! A real man needs his strength! Oh, and Andre, if you have a cell phone, would you take a couple of pictures before you go?"
"Course, missy!"
They got out of bed and walked over to where I was kneeling, Samuel's Black cock softening a little.
"Make him hard again, B!" My wife said as she held it to my mouth. I tried to protest but she pointed out that I had had no problem sucking Samuel's cock the night before – she just wanted a souvenir. "B.B.But Andre...!" I whined.
"You had no problem with him seeing me do it. Now it's your turn. Open up and no teeth!"
I still wasn't happy about it but she held the back of my head and pushed it against my lips. The feeling of the rubbery head on my lips, my embarrassment at being naked on my knees in front of the waiter, and the humiliation of knowing I was about to be photographed flipped submissive switches in my brain. Jaye's pressure pushed Samuel's Black cock past my lips, and my resistance crumbled. I willingly opened my mouth.
"Now do it yourself!" I could hear the camera clicking. Then Jaye gave him the video camera and told me to continue. The thickness of Samuel's Big Black Cock in my mouth was making me salivate and I was starting to drool around it. It added to the humiliation that the longer it was in my mouth, the better it felt and I was starting to want to feel him cum in me rather than just cleaning.
"You're lucky that Samuel only likes to cum in women – especially married white women - or we would have to get a shot of you swallowing his load! Maybe, if you beg him, he'll let you anyhow! Maybe Andre will let you! I think you should pay Andre another $20 for his camera work."
Andre sneered at me as I paid him, still on my knees.
"You know," Jaye said, "I like that look! Since you seem to feel submissive to Black men, you should stay on your knees whenever a Black person is in the room. It goes with your outfit!"
"Now wait a minute..." I started to refuse.
"But, B! He has the pictures of you like that, and after the rest of the staff sees them they will expect it when they come to see you in person!"
Oh shit! They were going to show the pictures around? How long before I was all over the internet?
"Please don't show the pictures! I'll stay on my knees." I was defeated.
After breakfast, Samuel and Jaye had a long, slow suck and fuck, her hands running over his body as she cooed about how good he felt. How she would do anything he wanted. Afterwards, she stroked my head as I licked and sucked them both clean.
When Samuel and Jaye, wearing her semi-transparent sundress and no underwear, left for lunch together, she squeezed my balls and said,
"B, you'll have to stay in the cabana since you obviously can't go out in public naked. Oh, and since you gave me to him, I don't have to ask if it's alright if I go alone with Samuel, do I?" A harder squeeze.
"Maybe Andre can arrange for one of the staff to stop by and give you something to suck on!"
They went off to lunch together, leaving me naked and alone in the room. The maid showed up, and I pulled on shorts to let her in. She entered and fixed me with a hard stare.
"I heard ja supposed to be naked on ja knees when Black folk present!"
I was taken back and muttered something about not always and actually that was for Black men. She sniffed and picked up the phone, calling housekeeping to report a plumbing problem. Then she just stood there glowering.
In about 5 minutes, a large (about 6' and 275 lbs) Black man with a tool box showed up at the door.
"What de problem?"
"Dis de white boi Andre talk about! He say he doan have to be naked on his knees for Black folk – only Black mens!"
He fixed me with a stare. "Wuz ja tole to be naked on ja knees when Black folk around?"
"Uh, I guess."
"Who tole ja to do it?"
"Uh, Samuel" It occurred to me I didn't know his last name.
"And who Samuel?" The maintenance guy was looming large over me.
"Uh, he's my wife's...Black..." I realized I had never put a name on the relationship.
A part of my brain was on the other side of the room screaming that things were getting out of hand. I may not have been as big as this guy, but I have certain skills and don't take bullying in any form from any one. Why was I standing for this?