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Old Black Carl (Part 4)
There was no getting around it, now. Carl had total control over me with those photos, and I knew it. So many things could go wrong. Carl told me to clean the house before the football game started. He sat in his recliner and watched as I performed chores. It was hard to concentrate because, not only was I scared about the pictures, but Carl’s enormous cum load kept dribbling down my leg. It felt like there must have been a quart in there. After I had finished, Carl told me to shower, and to work on my makeup. He said it was going to be VERY important that I did it well enough to pass as a female. He told me I was to wear the nylons and garter belt and panties, and told me there was also a skirt and top that he bought at the bookstore that I hadn't seen yet. I asked what was going on, but all he would say is, “You earning those pictures. If you want them so bad, then you had better just do as I say…understand?” “Yes.” I replied in total defeat.
I took my shower, put on the outfit I was to wear. The skirt was black with red accents, and the top was a tube top, but had straps, also. I stuffed some toilet paper into the top to make it look like I at least had tiny tits. I sat in front of the mirror trying to do as good a job as I could on my makeup. After a while, I did pretty well. I showed Carl, and he made a few suggestions and adjustments, and I was pretty impressed at how well I pulled it off. He told me that a friend often came to watch the game with him. He was going to introduce me as his new friend, and I would be serving them drinks. And that this would be a test to see how well I could pull it off.
Carl sat in his recliner and had me practice licking and sucking his big nuts while he stroked his shaft. His heavy balls would barely fit in my mouth, and he liked them sucked and pulled hard. After about an hour, he said he was going to cum. I was happily waiting to have him pump it down my throat, but he pushed me away and stood up, and shot his seed all over the floor. I was disappointed, to see him waste it. It was my REWARD! Then he pointed to the cum and said, “Lick it up, girl. No hands!” It was sheer humiliation, but I got on my hands and knees and cleaned up the mess with my tongue. Although it was demeaning, I did, at least, get to savor it more than when he shot it right into my throat.
In a while the doorbell rang. Carl told me to get it. As I went to walk, he grabbed me by the arm, and said, “You better make him believe you are a female. Keep that little cock of yours from getting out of your panties!” I nodded.
I opened the door, and there was a somewhat chubby older white guy. Not very attractive. He seemed shocked when he saw me instead of Carl. I motioned for him to come in, and Carl introduced us. He told the man (Ed) that my name was Jean. And I was a friend he had met. Carl and Ed sat down and the game started shortly after. I served them beers and snacks, on command, and mostly stayed in the kitchen. I heard them talking about me, but they were keeping their voices down. I wasn't sure what they were saying. They were laughing and joking, and I heard Carl clearly say, “I’ll bet you $100 she will if I say so!” “You’re full of shit!” Ed laughingly replied. Carl yelled for me to come into the living room. He had me sit down on his lap and said, “Jean, I was just telling Ed, here, that you really liked to suck cock…and that you have been sucking my cock.” My face was beet red, and I was again having those anxiety attacks. “Tell Ed…You suck my cock, don’t you?” I was mentally a wreck and was just sitting there, breathing heavily, but Carl poked me in the back, snapping me out of it. “Y…Y…Yes I do.” I managed to stutter. “See! I told you!” Carl said, and Ed just shook his head in disbelief. “If I told her to suck YOUR cock, she would, wouldn't you?” I looked at Carl, very shocked. I did not want to suck this guy’s cock. Carl looked at me with a bit of anger in his eyes. “Do I have to repeat the question?” he asked. Knowing I was under his control, now, I just said, “If that is what you want.” Carl patted me on the back and said, “It is. Crawl on over and suck Ed’s dick.”
Ed was like a k** at Christmas, and stood up and took his pants off as I crawled across the room, completely humiliated, to suck this man’s cock. He sat down on the sofa and I crawled up between his legs. He had a gut, and was somewhat hairy, and his cock was only about 6 inches, at best. It was thin, and hard as a rock, and drooling already. He did have very large balls, though. Carl yelled, “Suck it like a pro, girl. I want this to be the best head that Ed has ever had. And if it isn't, I am going to be very angry.”
I just wanted to get it over with, but now I was expected to give this guy a porn star blowjob. I felt kind of ill, but I took his dick in my mouth and started doing my job. Now Ed was breaking into a sweat, he is breathing heavily, and he asks Carl, “Does she swallow?” “YES…She DOES” barked Carl. Within 5 minutes, Ed grabbed my head and held on tight, His cock was a lot smaller than Carl’s but he sure shot a huge load! Probably been storing it up for a while. I was somewhat disgusted, but I looked at Carl, then licked the few escaped drops of cum from the sofa and then returned my gaze to Carl. I wanted him to be proud. “I think you should keep sucking.” Carl said. I looked at him, my eyes widening. Carl just snapped his fingers. Although I wanted to run away and cry, I took Ed’s deflated cock into my mouth and started to work on it. I knew it would take forever for him to get hard and cum again, but I kept sucking, licking and jacking…and pretending to like it…until he eventually grabbed my head and fed me another load. “You can go back in the kitchen, Jean.” Carl said. I went in and actually had to fight back tears. But at the same time, I wanted Carl to make me suck HIS cock. I listened to them talking about what a slut I was, and how I loved to suck…I drank a beer to wash the taste of Ed’s cum out of my mouth. At that time, I knew I only wanted Black cum in my mouth. Even if I did have to blow other men to make Carl happy. But at least I had passed myself off as a female, and Carl was happy. After the game, when Ed left Carl took me to the bedroom and made me his bitch….all night long. I fell asleep filled his sperm and happy, wondering what would come next.
To be continued.
There was no getting around it, now. Carl had total control over me with those photos, and I knew it. So many things could go wrong. Carl told me to clean the house before the football game started. He sat in his recliner and watched as I performed chores. It was hard to concentrate because, not only was I scared about the pictures, but Carl’s enormous cum load kept dribbling down my leg. It felt like there must have been a quart in there. After I had finished, Carl told me to shower, and to work on my makeup. He said it was going to be VERY important that I did it well enough to pass as a female. He told me I was to wear the nylons and garter belt and panties, and told me there was also a skirt and top that he bought at the bookstore that I hadn't seen yet. I asked what was going on, but all he would say is, “You earning those pictures. If you want them so bad, then you had better just do as I say…understand?” “Yes.” I replied in total defeat.
I took my shower, put on the outfit I was to wear. The skirt was black with red accents, and the top was a tube top, but had straps, also. I stuffed some toilet paper into the top to make it look like I at least had tiny tits. I sat in front of the mirror trying to do as good a job as I could on my makeup. After a while, I did pretty well. I showed Carl, and he made a few suggestions and adjustments, and I was pretty impressed at how well I pulled it off. He told me that a friend often came to watch the game with him. He was going to introduce me as his new friend, and I would be serving them drinks. And that this would be a test to see how well I could pull it off.
Carl sat in his recliner and had me practice licking and sucking his big nuts while he stroked his shaft. His heavy balls would barely fit in my mouth, and he liked them sucked and pulled hard. After about an hour, he said he was going to cum. I was happily waiting to have him pump it down my throat, but he pushed me away and stood up, and shot his seed all over the floor. I was disappointed, to see him waste it. It was my REWARD! Then he pointed to the cum and said, “Lick it up, girl. No hands!” It was sheer humiliation, but I got on my hands and knees and cleaned up the mess with my tongue. Although it was demeaning, I did, at least, get to savor it more than when he shot it right into my throat.
In a while the doorbell rang. Carl told me to get it. As I went to walk, he grabbed me by the arm, and said, “You better make him believe you are a female. Keep that little cock of yours from getting out of your panties!” I nodded.
I opened the door, and there was a somewhat chubby older white guy. Not very attractive. He seemed shocked when he saw me instead of Carl. I motioned for him to come in, and Carl introduced us. He told the man (Ed) that my name was Jean. And I was a friend he had met. Carl and Ed sat down and the game started shortly after. I served them beers and snacks, on command, and mostly stayed in the kitchen. I heard them talking about me, but they were keeping their voices down. I wasn't sure what they were saying. They were laughing and joking, and I heard Carl clearly say, “I’ll bet you $100 she will if I say so!” “You’re full of shit!” Ed laughingly replied. Carl yelled for me to come into the living room. He had me sit down on his lap and said, “Jean, I was just telling Ed, here, that you really liked to suck cock…and that you have been sucking my cock.” My face was beet red, and I was again having those anxiety attacks. “Tell Ed…You suck my cock, don’t you?” I was mentally a wreck and was just sitting there, breathing heavily, but Carl poked me in the back, snapping me out of it. “Y…Y…Yes I do.” I managed to stutter. “See! I told you!” Carl said, and Ed just shook his head in disbelief. “If I told her to suck YOUR cock, she would, wouldn't you?” I looked at Carl, very shocked. I did not want to suck this guy’s cock. Carl looked at me with a bit of anger in his eyes. “Do I have to repeat the question?” he asked. Knowing I was under his control, now, I just said, “If that is what you want.” Carl patted me on the back and said, “It is. Crawl on over and suck Ed’s dick.”
Ed was like a k** at Christmas, and stood up and took his pants off as I crawled across the room, completely humiliated, to suck this man’s cock. He sat down on the sofa and I crawled up between his legs. He had a gut, and was somewhat hairy, and his cock was only about 6 inches, at best. It was thin, and hard as a rock, and drooling already. He did have very large balls, though. Carl yelled, “Suck it like a pro, girl. I want this to be the best head that Ed has ever had. And if it isn't, I am going to be very angry.”
I just wanted to get it over with, but now I was expected to give this guy a porn star blowjob. I felt kind of ill, but I took his dick in my mouth and started doing my job. Now Ed was breaking into a sweat, he is breathing heavily, and he asks Carl, “Does she swallow?” “YES…She DOES” barked Carl. Within 5 minutes, Ed grabbed my head and held on tight, His cock was a lot smaller than Carl’s but he sure shot a huge load! Probably been storing it up for a while. I was somewhat disgusted, but I looked at Carl, then licked the few escaped drops of cum from the sofa and then returned my gaze to Carl. I wanted him to be proud. “I think you should keep sucking.” Carl said. I looked at him, my eyes widening. Carl just snapped his fingers. Although I wanted to run away and cry, I took Ed’s deflated cock into my mouth and started to work on it. I knew it would take forever for him to get hard and cum again, but I kept sucking, licking and jacking…and pretending to like it…until he eventually grabbed my head and fed me another load. “You can go back in the kitchen, Jean.” Carl said. I went in and actually had to fight back tears. But at the same time, I wanted Carl to make me suck HIS cock. I listened to them talking about what a slut I was, and how I loved to suck…I drank a beer to wash the taste of Ed’s cum out of my mouth. At that time, I knew I only wanted Black cum in my mouth. Even if I did have to blow other men to make Carl happy. But at least I had passed myself off as a female, and Carl was happy. After the game, when Ed left Carl took me to the bedroom and made me his bitch….all night long. I fell asleep filled his sperm and happy, wondering what would come next.
To be continued.
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