The Rammington Inn

When I am hesitant in giving an answer, she demands that I do. "Well littleone, answer the question."

Knowing full well that negative answers are unacceptable to her, my yes is barely audible.

"Speak up boy!" she demands. "Put some enthusiasm in that reply so we will know it is real."

"Yes ma'am." I offer in a more normal tone, "Yes."

"That's much better boy. Now get your face back up here in my pussy and finish what you started."

As I again turn my attention to her and specifically her clitoris, they are lying on the bed making small talk, laughing and enjoying themselves. They share their disbelief that there are submissives like me that seem to really enjoy being used by others. They agree that it is wonderful that someone like me is available and eager to be used by them for their pleasure. It is an amazing phenomenon they agree upon and so do I as I don't fully understand my submissive needs either.

As I imagine them kissing and caressing each other in their moments of silence, my mind zeros in on his threat. Again it is a distraction from what I am supposed to be doing for her and she grabs a handful of my hair to jerk me back into the reality of the task at hand. My emotions are a mixture of fear and excitement. I have known deep down ever since that day that "Miss Jane" as she called him, raped me that this day was inevitable. I had even bought a lifelike dildo and practiced with it when I showered in preparation for this day.

The disgust I have felt all my life at the thought of being with another man is indeed somewhat diminished now that I have already had him in my mouth. Still I fear at how I may actually react to having him use my mouth for his pleasure. There is a fear that I may in fact not really be able to handle it. I have tried to learn to deep throat a cock with my dildo and I can for four thrusts in a row but always gag on the fifth try. Will I strangle on his cum? Can I handle it today without throwing up? One thing I do know; I will do as I am told to do and to the best of my ability.

As I hear her request of him to kiss her I know that time will be coming soon. The telltale movements of her body and the grasp of my head by both of her hands signals that her time is near. I attack her clit with my tongue, flicking it back and forth across it vigorously and as rapid as I possibly can. Her sounds are muted by his mouth but the rise and thrust of her bottom against my mouth leaves little doubt of what is taking place. And then it is over and my licks are gentle and caring. "Clean me up good boy," she again demands. "I want you to get a good mixture of our cum today."

Finally she pushes me away with the instruction to kneel at the end of the bed until they are ready for me. There is no doubt now as to what is about to happen. An uncontrollable shiver passes over me as I kneel and wait.

From the sound of their voices, I know they are out of the bed and now are standing over and around me. As she slips off my blindfold, she says, "I want you to witness and understand full well what is happening as Brian takes you. You shouldn't be in the dark but rather fully aware of all your senses as you suck your first cock.

I don't dare look up toward his face but I am aghast at the sight right before my face. His curly black pubic hair against the background of his dark skin is right at eye level with his dropping cock hanging just below it. "Kiss it!" he demands.

The voice is familiar but my surprise is that Brian is indeed a black man. Then it dawns on me, I was always blindfolded the times he had joined us before. And as I hesitate, she pushes my head forward, sharply admonishing me with a stern, "Do It boy!"

My little peck on his shaft doesn't seem to do it for them and in that instant; she reaches down and removes the clover clamps, letting them fall to the floor. It is an uncontrollable cry I emit as the pain on their removal is much greater than when they were applied. Immediately they are replaced by her thumbs and forefingers grasping each nipple. With a painful pinch of each in unison she whispers in my ear, "I am going to be right here to ensure you do just as you are told, and that you do it well. Now lick his cock nice and lovingly all over boy."

I have to finally press my head against him and turn it up in and odd angle in order to get to the underside of his cock as it hangs but eventually my tongue has covered it all. As I begin to pull away, he orders, "Now my balls." Feeling her grip still on my nipples I don't dare hesitate. From their comments, it is obvious they are enjoying my humiliation.

I do the best I can but soon realize there is no way I can get to every inch of them. It is then he lifts a leg and places his foot on my shoulder. His balls now dangle right over me. "Lick um well, boi," he demands.

Finally he takes his cock in hand and as he lifts it to my lips, he orders, "Open wide boi. Time for you to suck my big black cock." His other big paw is holding my head in place as his cock fills my mouth. "Lick and suck on it boi. I need you to get it good and hard for me so I can fuck that pretty boy white face of yours like it deserves. I want to see dimples in those cheeks and feel that tongue all over me as you suck and lick."

I try my best to remember all the tricks from what I had read online about sucking cock but right now my mine just can't remember a word of it. Lick and suck he has said that is what I do. Swirling my tongue around its head while gently sucking on it has immediate results. Like a miracle of sorts it grows both in size and firmness filling my mouth and stretching my lips around its girth. Still holding my head in place he begins to move it deeper into my mouth and then back again, slow and easy so far. Much to my surprise, he moves his hand from my head and drops his arms to his side, saying, "Okay boi, let's see just what you can do."

Suddenly he has left it up to me to please him and I am at a bit of panic. Instead of using me he is going to make me to service him...not my role I am thinking and for a moment I do nothing. A quick twist of my nipples shocks me into action. Do something and do it quick I tell myself and I push my lips down his shaft as far as is comfortable to me before pulling back away from him. I do remember to suck so that my lips are tight around him.

"Faster boy!" she admonishes, giving my nipples another twist.

I don't have to be told again. Then it comes to me. Tongue. Use your tongue. It is multitasking I think as I try to remember to lick and suck at the same time as my mouth moves on his shaft. It is then his paw returns to the back of my head, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth with each stroke. "I want to see and feel your lips in my pubic hair boi." He chides.

With his cock deep in my mouth all I can do with my tongue is press it against the underside of his cock and try to move it a little side to side as it moves in and out. Spit. Spit I remember and try to summon up all the saliva I can to use as lubricant. As it enters my throat for the first time I am pleased that I don't gag. It only encourages him and now each stroke fills my throat. "Look at that Sam. This little bastard can take it all. I thought you said he had never sucked cock before."

"Am sure he never has Brian. That was one of the limits he set when we started out. He made it plain he wasn't bi or gay and didn't want any part of serving a male in any way. Looks like we've sure busted that limit wide open today. Nothing I enjoy more than extending a sub's limits beyond what they think is possible."

"And nothing I enjoy more than fucking a white boi in the mouth," he adds as now both of his hands are holding my head in place and his thrusts are all deep and forceful. His cock fills my throat and my lips are buried in his pubic hair with each stroke. All I can do is suck and try to concentrate on not gagging.

Suddenly upon filling my throat, he just holds it there. In but a second, I am in a state of panic as it has cut off my air supply completely. I am tempted to bite him but quickly discard such an action as being surely fatal. But as I begin to squirm and try get out of his grasp he just laughs."Relax boi...I'm not going to let a cocksucker like you die. I plan to get plenty more use out of you before I would ever let such a thing happen."

As he pulls back from my throat, my nostrils flare wide as I fill my burning lungs with much needed oxygen once again. "How does it feel boi," he asks, "to be at the mercy of a black man? To literally have your life in his hands? To be his slave? To be the white slave of a black man?" Of course with my mouth filled as it is, there is no way I can answer his questions but it is very obvious he is enjoying his use of me in more ways than just for his physical pleasure.

With the questions aside, he returns to ramming his cock into my mouth and throat. As he fills my throat his balls slap against my chin and this time he continues at a rapid pace seemingly determined to gain his release and complete my defilement. Suck and lick, suck and lick I keep trying to concentrate on and keep my mind off of his cock in my throat. So far so good. Somehow the quick entry and quick exit from my throat is allowing me to keep from gagging to my wonderment. I feel the throb of his cock before I hear his groans as he explodes in my mouth and throat. I struggle to swallow his massive load as quickly as I can so that I don't strangle on it. The rapid thrusts have now stopped and he keeps his cock in my mouth for a few seconds as he seems to need to get his composure back.

"You did good white boi. You gonna make a good cocksucker with a bit more practice." And with that he holds my head in place with a fist full of my hair in one hand while he uses the other to wipe his cock all over my face.

"Just think of it as a bit of retribution white boi for the sins of your ancestors." And with that he quickly dons his trousers and is out the door in a flash without further ado.

She takes my hand and leads me to the bed after freeing me from my cuffs. "You know how I love to cuddle once our session is over, don't you?"she asks, knowing my answer without ever having to pose the question. With her head on my chest and her arm around my waist, she is purring like a happy kitty...or maybe it's a sated pussy to be more exact.

"I just loved today," she continues. "The cincuenta was extra special and I thank you for giving me that pleasure. Then the way you allowed Brian to use you was beyond my belief and more than a little bit appreciated. He has wanted a piece of you since that very first time he dropped by when we were together. I kept telling him patience man, patience. You could so easily have bolted and denied us the pleasure of using you."

Before I can comment, her iphone chimes. Too many times we have been interrupted during a session by that damn phone. I'm wishing she would turn it off when we are together but she is just like my kids and can't live without it. I can't hear well enough to understand the other person's side of the conversation but I can tell it's a man's voice. Sure hope she is not in trouble with hubby as that would endanger our get togethers.

"It was Brian," she explains. "First off he wanted me to offer his apologies to you. Oh not for using your ass or mouth but for acting like a racist. He is sorry for the way he acted and promises it won't happen again when next we all get together for another fun session."

"Not a problem," I interrupt. "it kind of made my submission to him complete and more meaningful. His dominant threatening tone is what I thrive upon as a submissive. It makes me weak and compliant when he is so defiantly in control of me. Please tell him not to worry over it."

"I'll sure let him know, littleone. He had nothing but praise for you and how you handled everything but most especially his use of your mouth. He never expected to get to take that to conclusion. He felt sure you would gag and maybe even throw up before he could finish. He finds it impossible to believe that it was your first time. Thinks with just a little more training you will be an expert at it. Then he ended the conversation joking that when you have gotten good enough, he might bring over a few of his bros for an old fashioned gang bang. Whatcha think about that idea boy?" she asks, and then giggles with that silly little giggle of hers.

"I don't know about that. There is a limit to what I am willing to do."

"But littleone, you just told me tonight you would do whatever I wanted of you. Besides, we both know how your limits fared today don't we? Slaves don't have limits."

The idea of being on my knees, my wrists secured behind my back, with a bunch of big black dudes standing around me, their dicks in their hands, waiting their turn at my mouth is a scary, scary thought...yet again kind of exciting as well as I feel a familiar stirring in my loins.