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My Perfect Pet

Date: 10/27/2014, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Bi-sexual, Black, Gay, Interracial, Author: afroerotik, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

moaning, and some were fucking like wild animals. Michael was the center of attention and he loved every second of it. This was all foreplay for him however. He loved dicks shoved down his throat, he loved the taste and feel of cum in his mouth, he lived to be degraded but the main show had to be getting fucked. The entire evening would be for naught if he didn’t get several loads of semen deposited deep in his colon. So while he was licking furiously, putting on a filthy show, he was waiting for me to give the signal that the real games were to begin. Jomo knew what time it was as well. His dick was hard and dripping and he was ready to RAM it in a hole and get off. While he loved the feel of a white man, humbled and on his knees, wildly licking the crap and filth from his anus, he wanted to make him is bitch, mount and breed him like he was nothing more than a rutting animal in heat. White boys, in his eyes, deserved to be used without mercy because they talked shit, had a feeling of entitlement and arrogance that was truly unearned, and their true place, their true role was of that of servant, maid, foot stool, and fuck hole to divinely superior Africans. Abruptly, he turned and delivered a backhand that sent Michael crashing to the floor and echoed throughout the room. The crowd gasped. The neurons on Michael’s brain registered the hard slap as not pleasure, but not pain either. To him, it was just acknowledgement that he was serving a superior. “Baby,” I moaned, bring ... him over here so I can see you fuck him. I want to see your gorgeous meat ramming in and out of that slutty hole – up close. I want to see baby.” Grabbing him by the arm, like nothing more than a rag doll, he pulled Michael to the bed, right next to me and Matt and Reggie. We slid over, making space, but it was a tight fit with all four of us piled on that bed; Jomo stood at the end of the bed and stroked his cock. Everyone in the room moved closer, well, everyone who wasn’t in a chair or sofa, leaned up against a wall, or on one of the other beds fucking. The room was beginning to stink like hot sweaty bodies and sex and we hadn’t even started yet. To me, it just showed how unsophisticated and savage most people really were. They were driven by their lust, aroused by the slightest of stimulation. I, on the other hand, could control my desires. I enjoyed the wait. Prolonging the pleasure was a sign that I could not and would not be a slave to my hormones. Michael was on his knees, his face down on the bed, his ass high in the air. His face was inches from my own. Without taking my eyes off his, I said, “FUCK HIM!” Jomo took aim. He held the fat head of his dick to Michael’s hole. He spit on it, stretching the opening with his thumbs, prying it obscenely open so his saliva dripped in his already gaping hole. That was the only lube he was going to get. He didn’t need it, his hole was so used to being ravaged, so fucking slutty, so used to getting fucked with huge dildos and toys ...