Broken In By Black Cock, Part 5
This continues the story of Maurice and Gina, begun in Broken In By Black Cock parts 1-4.
Warning: This story contains Non-Consent, verbal humiliation, interracial sex, and coerced cheating, as well as reluctant lesbian sex.
This chapter starts off lighter, then takes a darker turn for Melanie.
As always, this is a fantasy, and is not meant to reflect or inspire any real-world attitudes or activities. If any of that isn't for you, please read no further.
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Day 4
Mel screwed up her eyes against the first warm rays of morning light seeping through her bedroom window. She was awake, she guessed, although she didn't want to be. She had been dreaming - the details of what were already fading, slipping between her fingers like grains of golden sand. Leaving behind a vague impression, like a lover's imprint on a mattress. A smoldering afterglow of bliss and eroticism. An aching and a wetness between her thighs.
The aching increased rather than subsided. Not an unpleasant feeling, but a reminder, and the scattered remnants of dreams gave way to memories of the last three days.
She blinked her eyes open and a face swam into view in the pale dawn light. A heart-shaped face with fine-pored, burnt-honey skin, framed with hair the color of dark chocolate. A button nose sat above a small mouth with full, bow lips that were parted just a fingertip's width, warm breath moving slowly between them. Gina's willow-leaf eyes were closed, her dark lashes brushing the tops of her cheeks.
Mel's head was resting on something. She tilted her face just slightly to see and realized it was one side of Maurice's wide, flat stomach. Even asleep, his abdominal muscles showed through his hairless, rosewood skin. Despite not having an ounce of fat on him, he had made a surprisingly comfortable pillow.
All three of them had come back to her apartment, she remembered. After what happened in the broom closet she had told her boss she was still feeling sick and had left early. He wasn't happy. She hadn't meant for Maurice and Gina to stay over - she hadn't even wanted to let them inside. But her fiancé, David, was away on business and when they had arrived she hadn't been able to turn them away.
Mel's movement on the bed caused Gina's eyes to flutter open just inches from her own. Gina's head was resting on the other side of Maurice's stomach, she realized. They must have both fallen asleep like this, nuzzled up to his abdomen, in her own bed. That made Mel feel slightly strange. Gina's eyes met her own, and Gina smiled at her.
Good morning.
Then Gina's eyes flicked downwards. Mel followed her gaze.
Between them, just an inch below Mel's chin, was Maurice's penis, laying soft and still upon his stomach. Mel had never seen him flaccid before. Even soft, it was larger than any other dick Mel had seen hard. She guessed it was about the same length from the tip of her pinky finger to her thumb if she stretched her hand as wide as it would go, and around it was probably the same as if she made a circle with her middle finger and thumb. The skin appeared a shade darker when Maurice was hard; it looked like black velvet where Mel was used to seeing it as polished hardwood. Maurice was uncut, she realized, although his foreskin only reached halfway over his cock's bulbous head and circled it like a crown. It twitched as she stared, although she could hear Maurice was still asleep.
Gina flashed a smile at her again, then bent her neck and gave Maurice's soft cock a small kiss on the side closest to her. It twitched again. Mel stared at it open-mouthed. Should she do the same? She had taken Maurice in her mouth four times now in three days. The first three had been at his insistence, on threat of blackmail. The fourth in the heat of passion. This... this felt like something different. Like a tribute.
A thought of her fiancé, David, entered her mind. Before Maurice had come into her life and begun this week of servitude, she had been in love with David, was convinced that their marriage would be joyful and endless. Now, after everything she had done, she wondered whether she could ever be happy in that way. Or whether her guilt would consume them. And... she had started thinking about David differently, over the past few hours. He had flown away on a work trip and left her with Gina and Maurice. He had not protected her. And, while it hurt to even think it, he had never given her physical pleasure like she had felt the last few days.
She watched Gina kiss the cock in front of her once more. Gina's lips ran over it, from uncut head down its meaty shaft, leaving a trail of moisture shining in the light. Maurice's cock began hardening, expanding beneath her mouth, though the sounds of his sleepy breathing went on uninterrupted. Mel felt her own pussy twitch in arousal. She had been sleeping naked - all three of them had fallen asleep unclothed. Gina's eyes did not break from Mel's own as her lips serviced the monster between them, and she did not take it into her mouth. She seemed to be waiting for something, expectant.
With her nose, not wanting to move and wake him, Gina nudged Maurice's cock until the expanding head was a hair's breadth from Mel's lower lip.
Mel's breath was coming faster now. Her mouth felt dry. She licked her lips to moisten them. She wasn't actually considering it, was she? Wasn't that breaking one of the rules she'd made up in her head two days ago? Don't... do anything unless they ask - or something? She wished she'd written them down.
She looked down at Maurice's growing member. It was so dark, so huge, like something out of a dream.
Had
it been in her dream? She couldn't remember. She remembered how it felt inside her. What she had told Maurice the day before -
It gives me more pleasure than I've ever felt.
It hadn't been a lie. It felt impossible to lie to Maurice. She remembered how it had felt taking him in her mouth in the broom closet at work, the fulfillment of working him to orgasm in her mouth. She rubbed her top leg over the bottom and her pussy purred with pleasure between her thighs. She licked her lips again.
Maybe... maybe just a little kiss.
She bent her head down and planted a small, delicate kiss on the very tip of the black cock. It felt smooth and warm beneath her lips. She thought she felt it tremble under her touch. Her body was aching, like a chasm within her. She leant forwards and kissed once more.
Gina leant forwards at the same time to give the same kiss. Their top lips met, the tip of Maurice's penis between their mouths. Mel felt a pulse between her legs again. This was indescribably, thrillingly erotic. The sort of fantasy she never thought could take place in reality.
They both moved forwards once more, both sets of lips parted further open than last time. Their lips entwined together and tongues enveloped Maurice's head like a three-way kiss. Mel could taste Gina's sweet raspberry and the salt of the fluid that had begun leaking from Maurice's tip, the flavors contrasting on her tongue like salted caramel.
A trickle of saliva fell from her mouth onto the smooth black skin of Maurice's stomach, and ran down to soak into her bedsheets. Mel felt a twist of guilt in her guts. This was the bed she shared with David - soon to be her marriage bed - and she was willingly defiling it with two people who, less than 24 hours earlier, she would have described as rapists.
Now, she didn't know what they were. Last night she had watched Maurice take Gina like a bitch in heat. He had shoved her face into the carpet and rutted her like a dog. Stretching her tiny body from behind as though she were a toy purely for his amusement. Gina had squealed with primal ecstacy. Mel wasn't even involved; she could have walked out the front door at any time. Instead, she had waited till they finished and cleaned Gina with her tongue. Scooping Maurice's seed from the Asian girl's vagina into her mouth. It was almost a common occurrence at this point. She could taste Gina's dried juices on the cock she was licking now. Could you really call that rape?
She moved her mouth in unison with Gina's, following the other girl's lead. They licked down Maurice's hardening shaft, all the way to the root, then back up to the tip where their lips met once more. Underneath them, Maurice groaned sleepily. Then, "Good morning, ladies." His voice rumbled in his French baritone.
Mel smiled, inside herself, as her mouth kept working. It pleased her to please him. She felt his fingers slide down the small of her back to cup one bare asscheek, then the other. She pushed her ass back towards his hand. It turned her on that Maurice liked to explore her body. She liked that he liked her.
Gina pulled back with a smile. "He's all yours," she said with a sultry voice, "he likes his whores to suck his cock first thing in the morning. His seed will bring you closer together." And with a flutter of her long eyelashes she slipped off the bed.
Mel rolled onto her front, between Maurice's legs. She put one hand around the base of his gigantic cock to better control it and took the head into her mouth. Until now, every time she had sucked his cock had been in the kneeling position, with her hands on the floor in front of her. She wanted to show him what she could do when she was in control.
Now he was hard, her fingers could not wrap all the way around his girth. Despite that, she did her best to jack him as she moved her lips back and forth over his head. He groaned in pleasure and his hands found her breasts. He cupped them, pushing them inwards and upwards towards her torso. His fingers moved gently over the surface, until he caught her nipples and rolled them between his middle and ring digits. Mel whimpered softly onto his cock.
"You're sucking my black cock of your own volition now, Melanie."
She nodded, blonde curls rustling around her face.
"Good girl. When you are fully my whore, you will do this for me each morning and each night."
Fully
his whore
?
She didn't know how much lower she could go.
She heard Gina rattling around in her wardrobe; the one she shared with David. "Here, use this," she called. Something long and light sailed through the air to Maurice, who caught it.
Mel looked up at him through her eyelashes, still bobbing her head on his cock. He showed her. It was a necktie. One of David's silk business ties, a navy blue one she had gotten him for his birthday.
Gently, Maurice gripped the wrist of her free arm then turned it over and placed it behind her back. Then he took her hand from his cock and did the same with that, tying both her arms behind her back with David's tie.
So much for jacking him off.
Mel was now resting on her breasts on the mattress, still trying to keep up a rhythm with her mouth, looking up at him questioningly through her lashes.
Maurice smiled at her, then put one hand on the back of her head and pushed gently but firmly downwards. "Suck." The size of his cock felt like it was going to tear her jaw apart. More drool ran from the corners of her lips to soak into her bedsheets.
Mel felt movement behind her. Gina had got back onto the bed and was positioning herself between Mel's legs. She felt Gina's hands on her upturned ass, spreading her cheeks apart, then warm lips against her slippery pussy. Gina's tongue traced circles around her clit and Mel moaned appreciatively around the cock that was forcing its way into her throat.
Four days ago, Mel had been terrified to even touch Gina's pussy with her hand. Scared of what it might mean. Now the feeling of another woman's smooth face, moist lips and tongue exploring her most intimate region was one of her favorite sensations. It was like rapture.
For a few seconds the three of them laid in that position, the air filled with wet sounds of sucking and licking and moaning. Then, Mel felt Gina's hands spreading her cheeks further, and her tongue move upwards. The tip of Gina's wet little tongue traced around the entrance to her ass, sending a tingle up inside her.
Mel froze, every muscle in her body tightening. No one had ever touched her asshole before. Certainly not in a sexual manner. She wouldn't allow it. She tried to say
"no,"
but only gagged and spluttered around the colossal cock invading her throat. She tried to sit up, but Maurice's hand on her head held her down. She tried to use her hands to push off, but they were tied behind her back. She tried to close her legs but Gina was between them, and her small hands held her cheeks firmly open.
"Hold still, Mel." Gina spoke directly into her rectum and Mel could feel her breath there. "I'm going to eat that rosebud asshole on your fiancé's bed. I
know
this isn't something you ever let David do."
Mel squirmed and shook, but there was nothing she could do to prevent Gina's mouth from probing her anus. Her tongue explored every millimeter of her asshole, darting in and out and around. Maurice was laughing as he pushed her deeper on his cock. Mel's eyes watered. Her face flushed red with humiliation.
She thought she was past this. Thought she had already submitted.
Gina's tongue felt less invasive now. It was slipping and tingling in all the right ways. It was starting to feel...
