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Becoming Lebron’s Bitch
by OldCuck54
Chapter 2
Just another Tuesday night kneeling between the legs of my wife’s boyfriend, my tongue buried as deep in his shithole as I can manage. My sissy white hands are pulling his coal black asscheeks wide open to be sure that I’m maximizing the depth that my tongue is traveling into his dirt road. My nose is nestled up under his pendulous nut sack and his balls are cradled in my eye sockets. I don’t think I could possibly feel like less of a man. My own little dicklet has gone from shrunken to swollen and is now again back to a shrunken, nearly non-existent state with my cock-cage simply hanging from my testicles.
While my tiny pecker is so small as to be disgusting, the same is not true of my balls. Tiffany, my wife, began stretching my sack about three years ago. It started the same night that she first fed me a strangers cream pie from her well worked pussy. She had informed me earlier that week that she was going to begin cheating on me. If I wanted to remain married to her, I would have to accept some new rules. Handcuffed to the shower head, with a three pound weight hanging from my nutsack, she’d gone clubbing with the full intention of bringing home some “real man juice” for her “sissy fag husband.” The weights hadn’t come off until she was satisfied that I’d sucked all four loads of cum from her sloppy gaping pussy and drenched panties.
Since that first week, my wife had continued with my bi-weekly “weight training.” She was now hanging 8-½ pounds from my nutsack every Friday and Saturday night. Now my scrotum hangs nearly six inches below my worthless pecker. Though my testicles are still only the size of robin’s eggs, my loosened sack allows for the incredible swelling that my wife likes to create every few weeks. She especially likes to give me a case of blue balls before beginning a full frontal assault. It’s not unusual for me to be sent to bed with my nuts swollen to the size of chicken eggs, my face covered in tears, still whimpering like a c***d.
Blinded by Lebron’s nutsack, my tongue ranging deeply inside his black shitter, I could hear my wife lewdly sucking his cock like a two dollar whore. The wet slobbering sounds were progressing into the gagging, retching sounds of a slut bitch attempting to get a hard nigger cock into her throat. I’d watched her working on Lebron, and knew that she was able to get more than two thirds of that thick black snake into her gullet. As I worked my tongue in complete submission to my wife’s boyfriend, I had no doubt that she was trying to get even more of that fat nigger rod down her throat.
“You are two hungry fuckin’ bitches, ain’t ya,” Lebron laughed as he kicked me to the floor. As my ass landed with a thud, I saw him grab Tiffany by her hair and throw her to the floor next to me. “Well cunt, you did just want you wanted. You’ve got my cock as hard as a fuckin’ steel pole and ya got me feelin’ mean.”
Knowing full well, what was expected of us, both Tiffany and I were scrambling to our knees as Lebron sat up on the daybed. “Go get me some duct tape bitch,” he said to Tiffany.
As she hurried from the room, Lebron looked at me and said, “you are one pathetic piece of shit, aren’t you.”
I nodded my head yes.
“Are you afraid of me?”
nod yes
“If I gave you the choice, would you rather have me **** your ass, instead of your bitch wife’s ass?”
nod yes as Tiffany crawled back into the room with a roll of duct tape.
“But even though you’d rather I fuck your faggot asshole, you’re gonna let me **** your wife’s shithole, ain’t ya fuckwad.”
nod yes.
“And before I **** this piece of shit, fuck meat’s asshole, I’m gonna beat the shit outta you. Are you gonna do anything about that faggot.”
nod no.
“I want to hear you tell your fuckin’ wife why I should beat you like an old rug.”
I was afraid that I was about to wet myself. I started sobbing as I whimpered, “because you’re a real man sir and I’m just a needle dick faggot.”
The beating seemed to take place in slow motion. Lebron made me stand up straight in front of him. I had to stand close enough to take hold of his huge swollen cock. He waited while I told him how much I love his cock, how much I want to suck it, how I couldn’t wait to watch him **** my wife, and then...
BAM, his huge fist hit me right in the face.
I went down like a sack. He’d told me that if I could hold onto his cock, he wouldn’t hit me again. The size of his fist and my own weakness made that impossible. Instead, I had to first kneel and kiss his nuts as I said, “thank you sir for showing this faggot how a real man treats maggot shit like me.”
Nine times, that massive black fist hit me in the face, the chest, and the belly. I was sure my nose was broken and one of my ribs was probably cracked. Each time, my sobbing became louder and harder for me to control. Each time I had to profess my undying love for the massive nigger cock in my hands. I had to tell him how much my mouth needed his cock and how thankful I was that he was going to allow me to watch the r****g of my pretty wife’s tight, white bunghole. I wasn’t just kissing his nuts, I was wiping his cock all over my face. I was lubricating the ridiculously enormous cock of my wife’s r****t with my own blood, snot and slobber.
During the nearly half hour period while this was happening, my beautiful wife sat on the day bed, her legs spread wide, masturbating like a teen whore. “Oh yes,” she’d say, “you really caught the little faggot with that one. He’ll have a black eye for a month.” Or, “yep, you broke his fuckin’ nose.” Listening to her relish each and every punch delivered by her huge nigger boyfriend hurt nearly as much as Lebron’s fists.
When he had finally tired of beating me silly, Lebron turned to Tiffany and said, “Well, you stupid fuckin’ cunt. It’s time to give you what you want, but first I want you to tell this shithead what I told you this afternoon.”
She crawled along the floor and then kneeled right in front of me. Facing one another, on our knees, she took hold of my bloody, slobbery face and looked me in the eye. As she began talking, Lebron moved behind her and rested his cock on her shoulder. I took the head in my mouth and suckled as Tiffany said,
“Lebron told me that I’m just another piece of meat to him. I am no different than the other three dozen slabs of white meat that he owns all around town. If I’m going to have the privilege of taking his cock, I’m gonna have to start whoring for him. Lebron will get all of the money that my body earns and I’ll be paid by him coming by to fuck me. He’ll be by at least twice a month. He may even stop by more often if I’m one of his top earners.”
I wish I could say that I was surprised by what she was saying, but I wasn’t. I knew very well that she’d been under his influence for some time now. I’d had no doubt about his actual feelings. It hurt me that Tiffany had finally been forced to accept this reality, but from the look in her eyes, I knew that the thought of his massive meat fucking her was her only concern or desire. She would do anything for his cock. He was a real man and she needed him like a junkie needs her d**g.
Now that my wife and I had accepted our status with Lebron, he was ready to proceed. His instructions were clear and precise and followed immediately by the two of us. I ended up on my back on the day bed, with Tiffany straddling me in a 69 position. Her mouth was duct taped closed and her hands were duct taped behind her back. The fact that her head was in my crotch and her breasts were flattened against my belly had me painfully swollen in my cage.
Her knees were duct taped under my arm pits, leaving my arms free with my hands on her asscheeks. He’d also duct taped her head and shoulders down against me so that her ass was left high in the air, open and ready for cock.
Once in position, it was up to me to begin the begging.
“Please **** my wife, sir. Please. She wants to be your whore. She doesn’t need my tiny cock any more. She needs your cock. Please **** her. **** her asshole sir. Please. It’s what she wants sir. It’s what she needs. She’s your bitch whore sir and she needs to be ass ****d.”
While I begged, Lebron was teasing my wife’s cunt with his rock hard meat. I watched as he dragged the huge head up through her soaking wet lips. When she tried to push back against him, he would let an inch or two of his cock pop into her hungry hole but then he’d immediately pull it right back out. He was making her so wet, that her cunt was actually dripping down on my face. As her juice dripped into my mouth, I kept begging.
“**** her sir. Please. Stuff her rectum with your massive black spear. Make her take it all. Right to your fucking nuts. **** my wife. Please.”
I felt my wife’s whole body shiver as I begged Lebron to **** her. I had no idea whether is was fear or unbridled desire, but I had the feeling it was the latter. I don’t think she was capable of really understanding what this man was going to do to her rectum. I was pretty certain that she had no pain reference to rival what she was about to receive. I didn’t fear for her. I knew she’d survive the experience. I also knew that she would never be the same.
“Spit on it spunkwad, spit on your bitches shithole and get it wet. The only lube I use when I’m r****g a piece of meat is the spit from the faggots watching me **** their bitches so you had better lube your bitch up.”
What a man. To be able to say something like that and know that he would be obeyed. He was going to **** the woman I love and he knew that I would provide the lube. I didn’t just spit on Tiffany’s butthole, I pulled her cheeks wide open and massaged the gobs of spit into her tight rectum. Again and again, I spit on her cock hungry shit pipe, working feverishly to get it well wetted and lubed for the pile driving nigger log that was about to impale her hole.
As I continued spitting on her ass, Lebron centered the head of his cock right on her rectum, took hold of her hair, pulled her head back hard and then drove his hips forward with everything he had.
I’ve heard Tiffany moan. I’ve heard her cry. I’ve heard her scream in ecstasy. I’ve even heard her scream in pain. I’ve never heard the sound she made as Lebron forced his cock deep into her asshole in one massive plunge. Even muffled by the duct tape, it was horrific. It was the sound of an a****l being torn apart. It was the scream of a woman being split in two. It was frightening and primeval. It was the sound of brute force being applied with abandon.
And as I listened to my wife scream, I watched as nearly two thirds of that enormous slab of ebony steel was buried in her bowel. The r****g of Tiffany had begun and it continued relentlessly for nearly an hour.
The first plunge was followed by a brief moment of stillness as Lebron gathered himself and then completely withdrew. I watched as that bulbous swollen head popped free from my wife’s spit drenched rectum. But no sooner had it popped free than it reversed direction and drove right back in, stretching and ripping her tight sphincter and the shaft disappeared. This time just a bit deeper, a slight bit more nigger meat impaling itself in her bowel.
Every stroke was as brutal and savage as the first. Every forward movement plunged in deeper and deeper. Every outward retreat completely cleared his ass making sure that her rectum was being forced to take the huge head again and again. The blood began to trickle from the very first and I could see that her rectum had been torn once and then again within the first few plunges of Lebron’s gargantuan black pole.
I watched as more and more of his shaft buried itself in my wife’s asshole, each stroke going deeper and deeper until finally his ball sack was bottoming out on her pelvis, smacking tightly up against her gaping, dripping pussy.
It was also obvious, from the very beginning, that Tiffany had not bothered with an enema. Her asshole was filthy and the hard driving procession of Lebron’s cock was churning her shit into a gooey thick brown syrup that was pouring from her butt, down over her cunt and draining onto my face and neck. As she was screaming from her r****ts assault, she was shitting all over her husband. The scene was perfect.
The battery went on and on. Tiffany screams continued, unabated for ten or fifteen minutes. She quieted, not because she grew accustomed to the attack, but simply because her voice gave out. Every few minutes, Lebron would pull out completely and have me lick his cock clean before resuming the ****. Time and again, I lapped away the blood and shit that he was drawing from my wife’s anus. I was the lap dog, the cock wipe, the shit bucket for my wife’s r****t. My wife had dedicated herself to the service of this god and I was simply the turd that was thrown in with the deal.
Towards the end of the ordeal, Lebron began going back and forth between Tiffany’s ravaged asshole and gaping cunt. Two strokes in her butt, two strokes in her cunt, two strokes in her butt, two strokes in her cunt. Back and forth. Shit, blood and pussy juice mixing and churning in both her holes.
It was then that I began to truly understand the full effect of the masculine power possessed by our master. After being ****d for more than half an hour, her asshole bleeding like a gutted pig, her screams being silenced only by exhaustion, my wife’s cunt still responded in complete devotion. She began driving herself back onto the relentless pounding shaft. Soon, the hips of her god were motionless and she was r****g her own holes with abandon. The same full long strokes that Lebron had been taking were now being applied by the ****e. She was fucking herself with abandon, driving toward an orgasm that would be cataclysmic.
Finally, unbelievably, she was screaming again. Her vocal chords recovered just enough to voice the overwhelming pleasure of her writhing body as her orgasm rolled over her. Her body responded in a writhing, humping, flailing passion that was just barely contained by the duct tape restraining her movements. She was a volcano and her eruption overwhelmed me as well. My caged, horribly swollen cock began spurting it’s sissy juice, just as Lebron began pouring her man sauce into my wife’s womb. The fact that my wife kept humping up and down on his cock, meant that the semen poured not only into her cunt, but into her ass and directly into my mouth as well. The cum was pumping from his shaft, not in spurts, but in a continuous flow of thick white nigger baby oil, filling the fuck holes of his bitches. He was an alpha dog, pissing his stream of dominance and ownership on his new property.
Though my wife collapsed in complete and total exhaustion, my work continued as my tongue gathered the semen, the blood and the shit. Every mouthful flushed down my gullet. And when that was complete, Lebron’s cockhead was pushed into my mouth and I quickly and efficiently drained his bladder as well, gulping his piss into my belly like the toilet bitch I’d become.
by OldCuck54
Chapter 2
Just another Tuesday night kneeling between the legs of my wife’s boyfriend, my tongue buried as deep in his shithole as I can manage. My sissy white hands are pulling his coal black asscheeks wide open to be sure that I’m maximizing the depth that my tongue is traveling into his dirt road. My nose is nestled up under his pendulous nut sack and his balls are cradled in my eye sockets. I don’t think I could possibly feel like less of a man. My own little dicklet has gone from shrunken to swollen and is now again back to a shrunken, nearly non-existent state with my cock-cage simply hanging from my testicles.
While my tiny pecker is so small as to be disgusting, the same is not true of my balls. Tiffany, my wife, began stretching my sack about three years ago. It started the same night that she first fed me a strangers cream pie from her well worked pussy. She had informed me earlier that week that she was going to begin cheating on me. If I wanted to remain married to her, I would have to accept some new rules. Handcuffed to the shower head, with a three pound weight hanging from my nutsack, she’d gone clubbing with the full intention of bringing home some “real man juice” for her “sissy fag husband.” The weights hadn’t come off until she was satisfied that I’d sucked all four loads of cum from her sloppy gaping pussy and drenched panties.
Since that first week, my wife had continued with my bi-weekly “weight training.” She was now hanging 8-½ pounds from my nutsack every Friday and Saturday night. Now my scrotum hangs nearly six inches below my worthless pecker. Though my testicles are still only the size of robin’s eggs, my loosened sack allows for the incredible swelling that my wife likes to create every few weeks. She especially likes to give me a case of blue balls before beginning a full frontal assault. It’s not unusual for me to be sent to bed with my nuts swollen to the size of chicken eggs, my face covered in tears, still whimpering like a c***d.
Blinded by Lebron’s nutsack, my tongue ranging deeply inside his black shitter, I could hear my wife lewdly sucking his cock like a two dollar whore. The wet slobbering sounds were progressing into the gagging, retching sounds of a slut bitch attempting to get a hard nigger cock into her throat. I’d watched her working on Lebron, and knew that she was able to get more than two thirds of that thick black snake into her gullet. As I worked my tongue in complete submission to my wife’s boyfriend, I had no doubt that she was trying to get even more of that fat nigger rod down her throat.
“You are two hungry fuckin’ bitches, ain’t ya,” Lebron laughed as he kicked me to the floor. As my ass landed with a thud, I saw him grab Tiffany by her hair and throw her to the floor next to me. “Well cunt, you did just want you wanted. You’ve got my cock as hard as a fuckin’ steel pole and ya got me feelin’ mean.”
Knowing full well, what was expected of us, both Tiffany and I were scrambling to our knees as Lebron sat up on the daybed. “Go get me some duct tape bitch,” he said to Tiffany.
As she hurried from the room, Lebron looked at me and said, “you are one pathetic piece of shit, aren’t you.”
I nodded my head yes.
“Are you afraid of me?”
nod yes
“If I gave you the choice, would you rather have me **** your ass, instead of your bitch wife’s ass?”
nod yes as Tiffany crawled back into the room with a roll of duct tape.
“But even though you’d rather I fuck your faggot asshole, you’re gonna let me **** your wife’s shithole, ain’t ya fuckwad.”
nod yes.
“And before I **** this piece of shit, fuck meat’s asshole, I’m gonna beat the shit outta you. Are you gonna do anything about that faggot.”
nod no.
“I want to hear you tell your fuckin’ wife why I should beat you like an old rug.”
I was afraid that I was about to wet myself. I started sobbing as I whimpered, “because you’re a real man sir and I’m just a needle dick faggot.”
The beating seemed to take place in slow motion. Lebron made me stand up straight in front of him. I had to stand close enough to take hold of his huge swollen cock. He waited while I told him how much I love his cock, how much I want to suck it, how I couldn’t wait to watch him **** my wife, and then...
BAM, his huge fist hit me right in the face.
I went down like a sack. He’d told me that if I could hold onto his cock, he wouldn’t hit me again. The size of his fist and my own weakness made that impossible. Instead, I had to first kneel and kiss his nuts as I said, “thank you sir for showing this faggot how a real man treats maggot shit like me.”
Nine times, that massive black fist hit me in the face, the chest, and the belly. I was sure my nose was broken and one of my ribs was probably cracked. Each time, my sobbing became louder and harder for me to control. Each time I had to profess my undying love for the massive nigger cock in my hands. I had to tell him how much my mouth needed his cock and how thankful I was that he was going to allow me to watch the r****g of my pretty wife’s tight, white bunghole. I wasn’t just kissing his nuts, I was wiping his cock all over my face. I was lubricating the ridiculously enormous cock of my wife’s r****t with my own blood, snot and slobber.
During the nearly half hour period while this was happening, my beautiful wife sat on the day bed, her legs spread wide, masturbating like a teen whore. “Oh yes,” she’d say, “you really caught the little faggot with that one. He’ll have a black eye for a month.” Or, “yep, you broke his fuckin’ nose.” Listening to her relish each and every punch delivered by her huge nigger boyfriend hurt nearly as much as Lebron’s fists.
When he had finally tired of beating me silly, Lebron turned to Tiffany and said, “Well, you stupid fuckin’ cunt. It’s time to give you what you want, but first I want you to tell this shithead what I told you this afternoon.”
She crawled along the floor and then kneeled right in front of me. Facing one another, on our knees, she took hold of my bloody, slobbery face and looked me in the eye. As she began talking, Lebron moved behind her and rested his cock on her shoulder. I took the head in my mouth and suckled as Tiffany said,
“Lebron told me that I’m just another piece of meat to him. I am no different than the other three dozen slabs of white meat that he owns all around town. If I’m going to have the privilege of taking his cock, I’m gonna have to start whoring for him. Lebron will get all of the money that my body earns and I’ll be paid by him coming by to fuck me. He’ll be by at least twice a month. He may even stop by more often if I’m one of his top earners.”
I wish I could say that I was surprised by what she was saying, but I wasn’t. I knew very well that she’d been under his influence for some time now. I’d had no doubt about his actual feelings. It hurt me that Tiffany had finally been forced to accept this reality, but from the look in her eyes, I knew that the thought of his massive meat fucking her was her only concern or desire. She would do anything for his cock. He was a real man and she needed him like a junkie needs her d**g.
Now that my wife and I had accepted our status with Lebron, he was ready to proceed. His instructions were clear and precise and followed immediately by the two of us. I ended up on my back on the day bed, with Tiffany straddling me in a 69 position. Her mouth was duct taped closed and her hands were duct taped behind her back. The fact that her head was in my crotch and her breasts were flattened against my belly had me painfully swollen in my cage.
Her knees were duct taped under my arm pits, leaving my arms free with my hands on her asscheeks. He’d also duct taped her head and shoulders down against me so that her ass was left high in the air, open and ready for cock.
Once in position, it was up to me to begin the begging.
“Please **** my wife, sir. Please. She wants to be your whore. She doesn’t need my tiny cock any more. She needs your cock. Please **** her. **** her asshole sir. Please. It’s what she wants sir. It’s what she needs. She’s your bitch whore sir and she needs to be ass ****d.”
While I begged, Lebron was teasing my wife’s cunt with his rock hard meat. I watched as he dragged the huge head up through her soaking wet lips. When she tried to push back against him, he would let an inch or two of his cock pop into her hungry hole but then he’d immediately pull it right back out. He was making her so wet, that her cunt was actually dripping down on my face. As her juice dripped into my mouth, I kept begging.
“**** her sir. Please. Stuff her rectum with your massive black spear. Make her take it all. Right to your fucking nuts. **** my wife. Please.”
I felt my wife’s whole body shiver as I begged Lebron to **** her. I had no idea whether is was fear or unbridled desire, but I had the feeling it was the latter. I don’t think she was capable of really understanding what this man was going to do to her rectum. I was pretty certain that she had no pain reference to rival what she was about to receive. I didn’t fear for her. I knew she’d survive the experience. I also knew that she would never be the same.
“Spit on it spunkwad, spit on your bitches shithole and get it wet. The only lube I use when I’m r****g a piece of meat is the spit from the faggots watching me **** their bitches so you had better lube your bitch up.”
What a man. To be able to say something like that and know that he would be obeyed. He was going to **** the woman I love and he knew that I would provide the lube. I didn’t just spit on Tiffany’s butthole, I pulled her cheeks wide open and massaged the gobs of spit into her tight rectum. Again and again, I spit on her cock hungry shit pipe, working feverishly to get it well wetted and lubed for the pile driving nigger log that was about to impale her hole.
As I continued spitting on her ass, Lebron centered the head of his cock right on her rectum, took hold of her hair, pulled her head back hard and then drove his hips forward with everything he had.
I’ve heard Tiffany moan. I’ve heard her cry. I’ve heard her scream in ecstasy. I’ve even heard her scream in pain. I’ve never heard the sound she made as Lebron forced his cock deep into her asshole in one massive plunge. Even muffled by the duct tape, it was horrific. It was the sound of an a****l being torn apart. It was the scream of a woman being split in two. It was frightening and primeval. It was the sound of brute force being applied with abandon.
And as I listened to my wife scream, I watched as nearly two thirds of that enormous slab of ebony steel was buried in her bowel. The r****g of Tiffany had begun and it continued relentlessly for nearly an hour.
The first plunge was followed by a brief moment of stillness as Lebron gathered himself and then completely withdrew. I watched as that bulbous swollen head popped free from my wife’s spit drenched rectum. But no sooner had it popped free than it reversed direction and drove right back in, stretching and ripping her tight sphincter and the shaft disappeared. This time just a bit deeper, a slight bit more nigger meat impaling itself in her bowel.
Every stroke was as brutal and savage as the first. Every forward movement plunged in deeper and deeper. Every outward retreat completely cleared his ass making sure that her rectum was being forced to take the huge head again and again. The blood began to trickle from the very first and I could see that her rectum had been torn once and then again within the first few plunges of Lebron’s gargantuan black pole.
I watched as more and more of his shaft buried itself in my wife’s asshole, each stroke going deeper and deeper until finally his ball sack was bottoming out on her pelvis, smacking tightly up against her gaping, dripping pussy.
It was also obvious, from the very beginning, that Tiffany had not bothered with an enema. Her asshole was filthy and the hard driving procession of Lebron’s cock was churning her shit into a gooey thick brown syrup that was pouring from her butt, down over her cunt and draining onto my face and neck. As she was screaming from her r****ts assault, she was shitting all over her husband. The scene was perfect.
The battery went on and on. Tiffany screams continued, unabated for ten or fifteen minutes. She quieted, not because she grew accustomed to the attack, but simply because her voice gave out. Every few minutes, Lebron would pull out completely and have me lick his cock clean before resuming the ****. Time and again, I lapped away the blood and shit that he was drawing from my wife’s anus. I was the lap dog, the cock wipe, the shit bucket for my wife’s r****t. My wife had dedicated herself to the service of this god and I was simply the turd that was thrown in with the deal.
Towards the end of the ordeal, Lebron began going back and forth between Tiffany’s ravaged asshole and gaping cunt. Two strokes in her butt, two strokes in her cunt, two strokes in her butt, two strokes in her cunt. Back and forth. Shit, blood and pussy juice mixing and churning in both her holes.
It was then that I began to truly understand the full effect of the masculine power possessed by our master. After being ****d for more than half an hour, her asshole bleeding like a gutted pig, her screams being silenced only by exhaustion, my wife’s cunt still responded in complete devotion. She began driving herself back onto the relentless pounding shaft. Soon, the hips of her god were motionless and she was r****g her own holes with abandon. The same full long strokes that Lebron had been taking were now being applied by the ****e. She was fucking herself with abandon, driving toward an orgasm that would be cataclysmic.
Finally, unbelievably, she was screaming again. Her vocal chords recovered just enough to voice the overwhelming pleasure of her writhing body as her orgasm rolled over her. Her body responded in a writhing, humping, flailing passion that was just barely contained by the duct tape restraining her movements. She was a volcano and her eruption overwhelmed me as well. My caged, horribly swollen cock began spurting it’s sissy juice, just as Lebron began pouring her man sauce into my wife’s womb. The fact that my wife kept humping up and down on his cock, meant that the semen poured not only into her cunt, but into her ass and directly into my mouth as well. The cum was pumping from his shaft, not in spurts, but in a continuous flow of thick white nigger baby oil, filling the fuck holes of his bitches. He was an alpha dog, pissing his stream of dominance and ownership on his new property.
Though my wife collapsed in complete and total exhaustion, my work continued as my tongue gathered the semen, the blood and the shit. Every mouthful flushed down my gullet. And when that was complete, Lebron’s cockhead was pushed into my mouth and I quickly and efficiently drained his bladder as well, gulping his piss into my belly like the toilet bitch I’d become.
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