Gary was diligent at his job. In the week since he arrived, he'd taken him less time to settle in and get adjusted to the rhythm of his work office, which was as Projection Design Manager, located at the Federal Light terminal of the Port Harcourt/Onne Jetty. His routine was simplistic and downright frugal, an observation that wasn't lost on the other expatriate workers around, most especially his fellow Britons, and it hoped that by the time of his next work rotation, he would have loosened up and learn to take due advantage of not only his office but the whims and excitement of being a foreigner in this part of Africa.
Gary was well aware of the whims they were referring to, much of which involved a lot of the foreigners sampling the city's local girls, especially the ones that resided close to the camp. He could easily indulge himself too into getting a sure taste of them ... though he was yet to meet anyone that caught his fancy. And anyway, his work for now was what took up his time the most.
He operated on a simple routine. His alarm clock wakes him up at 5:30a.m at the large residential camp where he was being quartered, along with a majority of foreigners and some nationals working at the Onne Jetty. He goes out for an early morning jog around several blocks before returning to his apartment and jumping into the shower. Sometimes he makes himself a cup of coffee and then sits in the apartment's living room to watch cable on TV, or if he wasn't interested, he'd stroll down towards the camp's restaurant building and eat there along with several other expatriates. His transport vehicle—a white Hilux jeep—arrived almost always between 7:00a.m and 7:20a.m to pick him up, which was about the same time most of the expatriates too left the camp to their various offices. The drive down to the jetty was three miles. He would remain there at his work station till 11:30a.m when he would depart for lunch break and be back at the office an hour later or thereabouts to continue with the work.
Closing hour was 5:30p.m, with a drive back to the camp. How did he spend his evenings? Sometimes he strolled down to the camp's poolside bar (he preferred being at the poolside than at the bar) and had a beer or two and talked shop with some fellow Britons as well as other expatriates, before deciding whether to eat at the restaurant or return to his apartment and cook himself something. It was either that or he stayed indoors and watched cable. Each time he starved himself of the urge to pick his cell phone and dial Lorreta's number.
He missed her not being there with him. All he wanted was just the sound of her voice ... to know how well she was getting with Olu, and if possible to ask when she'd plan to come down to Port Harcourt and visit him. It sure would be lovely having her here. At least then he could show her off to the numerous Brits he was friendly with, so then they too know who what he has. Several of them too had their wives here in the camp as well, and Lorreta sure would make friends easily with them.
Fortunately he didn't have to make that call to find out her answer; master Olu called him at his office on a Wednesday afternoon, a week and two days after his arrival, to let him know two things: the first was that he'd made a request of extending Gary's stay in the country for another two weeks, as the duration of his rotation stated for him to remain in-country for four, by which time his back-to-back reliever would arrive from Europe to take over from him while he returned home to convalesce. Gary had been aware of this only recently and was surprised how Olu could know of it.
"You're forgetting, white boy," Olu sniggered at him through the phone, "I'm the master, and you're the slave. There's just about nothing you're doing down there that I'm not aware of. I can even tell you what your office chair looks like. Would you want to know?"
"No, no, master. I was only wondering how you—"
"Never mind about the how," said Olu brusquely. "Just for you to know that I've got fingers and tentacles over there in P.H and I can reach you whenever. Anyway, enough of that. The second thing I'm calling you about is to let you know I've got a two week break from my office, and I figured it's time I had me a vacation with Lorreta. We're heading over to Port Harcourt this Friday to see how your ass is doing."
Gary paused for a moment, not knowing whether to be elated by this or not. Privately, he was elated. Of seeing his wife after more than a week now ... and of seeing master Olu with her. All this time that he told himself that it was only his wife he was missing, but it wasn't until later on that he came to realize that he missed the master's presence as well. He missed the brusqueness of his voice and his intimidating presence. Never before had he ever thought he could be so cowered or subjugated by an individual but he was truly one of a kind.
"Hey, white boy!" Olu yelled into his earpiece. "Your ass still there?"
Gary returned to the present. "Oh yes ... yes, master, I'm here. That's really good news, of both of you coming down here."
"I figured you'd be happy about it. You itching to suck some more black cum? I know you're just about starved of it over at that residence camp."
"Yes master, they don't serve such in their menu."
"They don't have to, white boy. Black cum is like caviar—too precious to go to waste. But there's got to be some Nigerians staying there at the camp with you. Don't tell me you haven't begun mixing with any?"
Gary bit down on his lip. "Well, em ... no, no, I really am not much of the friendly sort."
"You don't have to be the friendly sort to get yourself some new friends, white boy. For Man's sake, this is Africa and not England. No wonder Lorreta's so unhappy being with your dull ass. Here's an assignment for you, white boy. You listening closely?"
"Hold on, master." Gary left his desk and went to his door and turned in the lock so as not to be disturbed before returning to his chair. "Yes master, go ahead."
"You're going to find yourself a black friend there at the camp. I don't care if he resides there, or if he's a staff worker, but that's what you're going to do. And you're going to befriend him and tell him how much you'd like to get a taste of his cock. And you're going to take a snapshot of you sucking his cock with your phone and send it to me, and you must get it done on or before Friday. I don't care how you do it, but make sure it gets done. You hear me, white boy?"
"I do, master. But ... what if I don't find someone? Or what if he thinks I'm gay or something and runs out on me?"
"Focus, white boy!" Olu snapped. "No black man is going to walk around with a sign hanging off his neck saying he loved feeding white men his cock. This isn't Belgium or Greenwich Village, New York. You're just going to have to get past that hurdle yourself by whichever means you can. I really don't care, but just get it done on or before Friday. And don't think about crossing me if you don't."
The line disconnected. Gary sighed before then returning to his work. An hour later he was off for his lunch break.
Early evening arrived when he returned to the camp. He took a bath and then wore a shirt and khaki shorts and sandals and then left his apartment and strolled towards the camp's poolside bar.
There were only a handful of white men there; majority of them were only just arriving at the camp from work, thus the bar won't be feeling lively till the next hour or so. I noticed a white couple swimming in the pool. The white women looked nothing like his Lorreta, still, watching the woman only made him long for her. He got to the bar and ordered a Becks beer and then turned around.
A black man was at that moment seated alone at a table facing the swimming pool. He had a glass of beer standing close to his arm. Gary remained where he was at the bar counter, sizing him up, wondering how he would make his pitch. Already he'd noticed how divided a majority of the foreigners at the camp seemed to be: the Americans tend to stick to themselves, same with the Brits, French, and even Asians. On few occasions he'd observed them mingling with each other. He kept thinking of reasons why he shouldn't do what he needed to do. But then he recalled the words of his master. And he'd been right about another thing when they'd talked on the phone¬—he really was starved of black cum. The desire of having the taste of it in his mouth was overwhelming. Night after night since he arrived here, in his dreams he saw himself kneeling before his master, taking his black cock into his mouth and just sucking the sperm out of it. It had taken Gary a short while, during that unforgettable moment when he and his wife had shared black master Olu's cock and then his cum, to realize how induced he now was towards blacks. Like his wife before now, he too had spent his entire life living in conservative England, pretending to be liberal outward while maintaining a strong line of bigotry in his heart, especially whenever he read the papers and became aware of the strong influx of immigrants flooding into the island, stealing jobs that weren't meant for them. It wasn't like he hated blacks ... just hadn't had anything to connect them with. But more than that, he preferred it when they simply kept to themselves while he too did likewise and remained on his side of the fence. But look at it now, the situation has undoubtedly changed for him and Lorreta. Prior to them setting foot in Nigeria, they were happy¬—or where they really? ¬—at least as happy as any couple could be. Now they were different.
Gary sipped his beer at the same time pretended not to stare at the black man who was seated less than three feet from him. In his mind he envisioned how he was going to approach him. Should he be bold¬—walk up to him and just ask him straight out if he could ****** him to his apartment and suck his black cock? No, that would be going all out. He decided to be subtle. He made like he was strolling past the man's table, then turned and glanced his way and smiled.
"Hi there," he said, waving a hand and then indicating at the nearly finished glass of beer the man was drinking. "You look like you could use a refill."
The black man looked at his glass like he was surprised seeing his beer now at low level. "Could you imagine that," he said. "I thought was just of coming down here and having myself a single glass and then pushing off."
"Mind if I get you another?" before even the man could protest, Gary had signaled one of the female waiters there to get both of them a second round.
He sat down and shook hands with the man, introducing himself as well. The man introduced himself as Abbey Williams. He worked as a junior contract staff for a multinational construction company tasked with expanding the key-side of the Onne jetty. Gary felt himself warm up to the man's company. He seemed affable enough, and he was in his early-thirties and unmarried. What made him even better was that he seemed to have almost a similar build as master Olu. As the young man laughed at one of his anecdotes, he could help but wonder how big his cock might be. At that moment, a couple of white men were strolling towards the poolside with a couple of scanty-clad young black girls with them, frolicking together. The group went past their table; Gary noticed the disgusted look on Abbey's face and was piqued by it.
"You don't like them?" Gary cocked a thumb back at the group.
"You referring to the white men or just the women?" asked Abbey.
"The women."
"Nothing to be liked about them¬—they're fucking trailer-thrash sluts, and that's all they're every going to be."
"You're not married?"
Abbey sipped his beer and then refilled his glass. "Not even engaged to be. I'm still having fun being single."
"I thought you Nigerians tended to marry early? At least that's what one of my colleagues told me."
"Depending on if you've got a nagging family and have the means already," Abbey replied. "Down here the jobs are often hard to find, and the women can be hungry sharks in just the blink of an eye."
Gary laughed. "But I thought you're having fun with them."
"Depends on the fun," said Abbey. "Sometimes it's like eating with the Devil¬—you just need to have yourself a long spoon. And anyway, I've got plans for the future."
"Such as?"
"Going abroad is one. I've been putting off getting involved in a Masters program for long. And also, I hear the women of Europe tend to be very easy with blacks, and I know once I'm there, give or take a couple of months, or even a year, I'll have something doing. Something that won't burden much of my spare time as the one I have down here."
"A job with less burden, and then with lots of women to screw and all the free time in-between, I'll bet."
"That's the problem down here¬—there's hardly any free time," he said. "And besides, Nigerian women are much too greedy. I keep thinking of just packing my bags right now and heading straight to Europe, or even the U.S, and settling down with a white broad there."
"That's a good dream," said Gary, sharing his newfound friend's enthusiasm.
They sat there talking for what seemed a long while. When the hour got to seven, the young man got up and said he needed to be somewhere else. Though before he left, Gary exchanged phone numbers with him and promised to be there at the poolside this same time to meet with him.
He went to the restaurant after Abbey had gone to get something to eat. Afterwards he stayed behind to share some beer and bonhomie with several Brits before returning to his apartment.
He'd left his laptop on the table, connected to the apartment's internet modem. Prior to when he left the apartment, and since he arrived at the camp, he'd been surfing the web, visiting various interracial sites and sex forums to search out interracial videos as well as mingle with other white couples who too have suddenly found themselves become a part of the lifestyle.
As he visited one of such sites, he clicked on their Cuckold section and found numerous uploaded videos of amateur wives and hubbies getting sexed by black men. He searched out the one he figured appeared most promising to him and then clicked a button and sat back and waited while the video took its time to download fully into his system. The video was more of a group sex special¬: a husband and wife, both getting fucked by a trio of black men. Though what captured Gary's gaze was the sight of their semi-erect black cocks when they pulled them out of their jeans.
Gary too felt his cock swelling up at the sight of the beautiful big black cocks and unbuttoned his shorts and pulled out his hard cock letting his shorts fall to around his ankles and then finding the bottle of baby oil he squirted a generous amount around the head of his hard cock and gently began stroking the slick oily liquid up and down the length of his cock while watching as the husband and wife both bent over on the bed and offered their holes to the black men as they took turns fucking them both up the ass from behind. Gary watched with excitement as the men smacked the hubby's face with their black cocks, cursed at him at the same time they jammed their cocks into his mouth almost at the same time. Gary's hand that was busy stroking up and down his now steel hard cock felt delicious, gradually increasing speed his pre cum had started to ooze from the swollen head of his cock and he realized he was starting to breath heavy. He watched as two of the black men took turns fucking and then emptying their black sacs of negro sperm into the white wife's pussy, their huge black cocks clearly powerfully pulsating as the hot thick cum pumped into the moaning white slut she clearly loving every inch of their huge black cocks and every drop of steaming nigger spunk they pumped deep into her belly, and when the second one pulled out the black men quickly pressed the hubby's head down to her choochie (what he heard one of the black men refer to the woman's pussy as) as he knelt between his wife’s spread legs for him to slurp up every drop of the still warm oozing sperm. The third black man knelt behind the husband as he lapped at his wife’s cum filled cunt and stroked his huge black cock head up and down the length of the husbands butt crack, the husband spread his knees and arched his back then the black man finding the opening of his tight hole he then thrust his black hips and slipped his big black cock up the husbands ass in one powerful stroke, gripping his white hips with his black hands he long stroked the husband asshole balls deep until the husband pushed back on the invading black cock and moaned into his wife’s well fucked cunt and pumped his own load of cum on to the bed beneath them without ever touching his own cock his asshole spasaming around the base of the black man’s cock in time to his ejaculation, then the black man pulled his long cock out of the husbands sucking asshole and stroked his long black cock in the cleavage of the husbands white ass cheeks then pumped five, six long ropes of scalding creamy white nigger spunk all over the husbands white ass.
It was about this time Gary felt his body tense as he masturbated to the lewd scene and wished he was that husband eating nigger cum out of his wife’s sloppy used cunt and getting his ass fucked full of black cock and then he felt his cock spasm in his slowly stroking lubricated hand and grunted repeatedly in orgasmic pleasure as sperm surged up through his swollen vein and four long thick ropes of his pearly white cum shot out of his cock and leaped up his abdomen. He downloaded several more videos to watch afterwards while he went into the bathroom to clean up. Later that evening, his phone rang. It was Lorreta; from the excited way she was talking to him, it was obvious the master was fucking her.
He lay there in bed, listening to his wife's moans and high shrieks while his hand returned to his stiff cock and went on stroking it. A smile was on his face while he did.
**********
Gary was well aware of the whims they were referring to, much of which involved a lot of the foreigners sampling the city's local girls, especially the ones that resided close to the camp. He could easily indulge himself too into getting a sure taste of them ... though he was yet to meet anyone that caught his fancy. And anyway, his work for now was what took up his time the most.
He operated on a simple routine. His alarm clock wakes him up at 5:30a.m at the large residential camp where he was being quartered, along with a majority of foreigners and some nationals working at the Onne Jetty. He goes out for an early morning jog around several blocks before returning to his apartment and jumping into the shower. Sometimes he makes himself a cup of coffee and then sits in the apartment's living room to watch cable on TV, or if he wasn't interested, he'd stroll down towards the camp's restaurant building and eat there along with several other expatriates. His transport vehicle—a white Hilux jeep—arrived almost always between 7:00a.m and 7:20a.m to pick him up, which was about the same time most of the expatriates too left the camp to their various offices. The drive down to the jetty was three miles. He would remain there at his work station till 11:30a.m when he would depart for lunch break and be back at the office an hour later or thereabouts to continue with the work.
Closing hour was 5:30p.m, with a drive back to the camp. How did he spend his evenings? Sometimes he strolled down to the camp's poolside bar (he preferred being at the poolside than at the bar) and had a beer or two and talked shop with some fellow Britons as well as other expatriates, before deciding whether to eat at the restaurant or return to his apartment and cook himself something. It was either that or he stayed indoors and watched cable. Each time he starved himself of the urge to pick his cell phone and dial Lorreta's number.
He missed her not being there with him. All he wanted was just the sound of her voice ... to know how well she was getting with Olu, and if possible to ask when she'd plan to come down to Port Harcourt and visit him. It sure would be lovely having her here. At least then he could show her off to the numerous Brits he was friendly with, so then they too know who what he has. Several of them too had their wives here in the camp as well, and Lorreta sure would make friends easily with them.
Fortunately he didn't have to make that call to find out her answer; master Olu called him at his office on a Wednesday afternoon, a week and two days after his arrival, to let him know two things: the first was that he'd made a request of extending Gary's stay in the country for another two weeks, as the duration of his rotation stated for him to remain in-country for four, by which time his back-to-back reliever would arrive from Europe to take over from him while he returned home to convalesce. Gary had been aware of this only recently and was surprised how Olu could know of it.
"You're forgetting, white boy," Olu sniggered at him through the phone, "I'm the master, and you're the slave. There's just about nothing you're doing down there that I'm not aware of. I can even tell you what your office chair looks like. Would you want to know?"
"No, no, master. I was only wondering how you—"
"Never mind about the how," said Olu brusquely. "Just for you to know that I've got fingers and tentacles over there in P.H and I can reach you whenever. Anyway, enough of that. The second thing I'm calling you about is to let you know I've got a two week break from my office, and I figured it's time I had me a vacation with Lorreta. We're heading over to Port Harcourt this Friday to see how your ass is doing."
Gary paused for a moment, not knowing whether to be elated by this or not. Privately, he was elated. Of seeing his wife after more than a week now ... and of seeing master Olu with her. All this time that he told himself that it was only his wife he was missing, but it wasn't until later on that he came to realize that he missed the master's presence as well. He missed the brusqueness of his voice and his intimidating presence. Never before had he ever thought he could be so cowered or subjugated by an individual but he was truly one of a kind.
"Hey, white boy!" Olu yelled into his earpiece. "Your ass still there?"
Gary returned to the present. "Oh yes ... yes, master, I'm here. That's really good news, of both of you coming down here."
"I figured you'd be happy about it. You itching to suck some more black cum? I know you're just about starved of it over at that residence camp."
"Yes master, they don't serve such in their menu."
"They don't have to, white boy. Black cum is like caviar—too precious to go to waste. But there's got to be some Nigerians staying there at the camp with you. Don't tell me you haven't begun mixing with any?"
Gary bit down on his lip. "Well, em ... no, no, I really am not much of the friendly sort."
"You don't have to be the friendly sort to get yourself some new friends, white boy. For Man's sake, this is Africa and not England. No wonder Lorreta's so unhappy being with your dull ass. Here's an assignment for you, white boy. You listening closely?"
"Hold on, master." Gary left his desk and went to his door and turned in the lock so as not to be disturbed before returning to his chair. "Yes master, go ahead."
"You're going to find yourself a black friend there at the camp. I don't care if he resides there, or if he's a staff worker, but that's what you're going to do. And you're going to befriend him and tell him how much you'd like to get a taste of his cock. And you're going to take a snapshot of you sucking his cock with your phone and send it to me, and you must get it done on or before Friday. I don't care how you do it, but make sure it gets done. You hear me, white boy?"
"I do, master. But ... what if I don't find someone? Or what if he thinks I'm gay or something and runs out on me?"
"Focus, white boy!" Olu snapped. "No black man is going to walk around with a sign hanging off his neck saying he loved feeding white men his cock. This isn't Belgium or Greenwich Village, New York. You're just going to have to get past that hurdle yourself by whichever means you can. I really don't care, but just get it done on or before Friday. And don't think about crossing me if you don't."
The line disconnected. Gary sighed before then returning to his work. An hour later he was off for his lunch break.
Early evening arrived when he returned to the camp. He took a bath and then wore a shirt and khaki shorts and sandals and then left his apartment and strolled towards the camp's poolside bar.
There were only a handful of white men there; majority of them were only just arriving at the camp from work, thus the bar won't be feeling lively till the next hour or so. I noticed a white couple swimming in the pool. The white women looked nothing like his Lorreta, still, watching the woman only made him long for her. He got to the bar and ordered a Becks beer and then turned around.
A black man was at that moment seated alone at a table facing the swimming pool. He had a glass of beer standing close to his arm. Gary remained where he was at the bar counter, sizing him up, wondering how he would make his pitch. Already he'd noticed how divided a majority of the foreigners at the camp seemed to be: the Americans tend to stick to themselves, same with the Brits, French, and even Asians. On few occasions he'd observed them mingling with each other. He kept thinking of reasons why he shouldn't do what he needed to do. But then he recalled the words of his master. And he'd been right about another thing when they'd talked on the phone¬—he really was starved of black cum. The desire of having the taste of it in his mouth was overwhelming. Night after night since he arrived here, in his dreams he saw himself kneeling before his master, taking his black cock into his mouth and just sucking the sperm out of it. It had taken Gary a short while, during that unforgettable moment when he and his wife had shared black master Olu's cock and then his cum, to realize how induced he now was towards blacks. Like his wife before now, he too had spent his entire life living in conservative England, pretending to be liberal outward while maintaining a strong line of bigotry in his heart, especially whenever he read the papers and became aware of the strong influx of immigrants flooding into the island, stealing jobs that weren't meant for them. It wasn't like he hated blacks ... just hadn't had anything to connect them with. But more than that, he preferred it when they simply kept to themselves while he too did likewise and remained on his side of the fence. But look at it now, the situation has undoubtedly changed for him and Lorreta. Prior to them setting foot in Nigeria, they were happy¬—or where they really? ¬—at least as happy as any couple could be. Now they were different.
Gary sipped his beer at the same time pretended not to stare at the black man who was seated less than three feet from him. In his mind he envisioned how he was going to approach him. Should he be bold¬—walk up to him and just ask him straight out if he could ****** him to his apartment and suck his black cock? No, that would be going all out. He decided to be subtle. He made like he was strolling past the man's table, then turned and glanced his way and smiled.
"Hi there," he said, waving a hand and then indicating at the nearly finished glass of beer the man was drinking. "You look like you could use a refill."
The black man looked at his glass like he was surprised seeing his beer now at low level. "Could you imagine that," he said. "I thought was just of coming down here and having myself a single glass and then pushing off."
"Mind if I get you another?" before even the man could protest, Gary had signaled one of the female waiters there to get both of them a second round.
He sat down and shook hands with the man, introducing himself as well. The man introduced himself as Abbey Williams. He worked as a junior contract staff for a multinational construction company tasked with expanding the key-side of the Onne jetty. Gary felt himself warm up to the man's company. He seemed affable enough, and he was in his early-thirties and unmarried. What made him even better was that he seemed to have almost a similar build as master Olu. As the young man laughed at one of his anecdotes, he could help but wonder how big his cock might be. At that moment, a couple of white men were strolling towards the poolside with a couple of scanty-clad young black girls with them, frolicking together. The group went past their table; Gary noticed the disgusted look on Abbey's face and was piqued by it.
"You don't like them?" Gary cocked a thumb back at the group.
"You referring to the white men or just the women?" asked Abbey.
"The women."
"Nothing to be liked about them¬—they're fucking trailer-thrash sluts, and that's all they're every going to be."
"You're not married?"
Abbey sipped his beer and then refilled his glass. "Not even engaged to be. I'm still having fun being single."
"I thought you Nigerians tended to marry early? At least that's what one of my colleagues told me."
"Depending on if you've got a nagging family and have the means already," Abbey replied. "Down here the jobs are often hard to find, and the women can be hungry sharks in just the blink of an eye."
Gary laughed. "But I thought you're having fun with them."
"Depends on the fun," said Abbey. "Sometimes it's like eating with the Devil¬—you just need to have yourself a long spoon. And anyway, I've got plans for the future."
"Such as?"
"Going abroad is one. I've been putting off getting involved in a Masters program for long. And also, I hear the women of Europe tend to be very easy with blacks, and I know once I'm there, give or take a couple of months, or even a year, I'll have something doing. Something that won't burden much of my spare time as the one I have down here."
"A job with less burden, and then with lots of women to screw and all the free time in-between, I'll bet."
"That's the problem down here¬—there's hardly any free time," he said. "And besides, Nigerian women are much too greedy. I keep thinking of just packing my bags right now and heading straight to Europe, or even the U.S, and settling down with a white broad there."
"That's a good dream," said Gary, sharing his newfound friend's enthusiasm.
They sat there talking for what seemed a long while. When the hour got to seven, the young man got up and said he needed to be somewhere else. Though before he left, Gary exchanged phone numbers with him and promised to be there at the poolside this same time to meet with him.
He went to the restaurant after Abbey had gone to get something to eat. Afterwards he stayed behind to share some beer and bonhomie with several Brits before returning to his apartment.
He'd left his laptop on the table, connected to the apartment's internet modem. Prior to when he left the apartment, and since he arrived at the camp, he'd been surfing the web, visiting various interracial sites and sex forums to search out interracial videos as well as mingle with other white couples who too have suddenly found themselves become a part of the lifestyle.
As he visited one of such sites, he clicked on their Cuckold section and found numerous uploaded videos of amateur wives and hubbies getting sexed by black men. He searched out the one he figured appeared most promising to him and then clicked a button and sat back and waited while the video took its time to download fully into his system. The video was more of a group sex special¬: a husband and wife, both getting fucked by a trio of black men. Though what captured Gary's gaze was the sight of their semi-erect black cocks when they pulled them out of their jeans.
Gary too felt his cock swelling up at the sight of the beautiful big black cocks and unbuttoned his shorts and pulled out his hard cock letting his shorts fall to around his ankles and then finding the bottle of baby oil he squirted a generous amount around the head of his hard cock and gently began stroking the slick oily liquid up and down the length of his cock while watching as the husband and wife both bent over on the bed and offered their holes to the black men as they took turns fucking them both up the ass from behind. Gary watched with excitement as the men smacked the hubby's face with their black cocks, cursed at him at the same time they jammed their cocks into his mouth almost at the same time. Gary's hand that was busy stroking up and down his now steel hard cock felt delicious, gradually increasing speed his pre cum had started to ooze from the swollen head of his cock and he realized he was starting to breath heavy. He watched as two of the black men took turns fucking and then emptying their black sacs of negro sperm into the white wife's pussy, their huge black cocks clearly powerfully pulsating as the hot thick cum pumped into the moaning white slut she clearly loving every inch of their huge black cocks and every drop of steaming nigger spunk they pumped deep into her belly, and when the second one pulled out the black men quickly pressed the hubby's head down to her choochie (what he heard one of the black men refer to the woman's pussy as) as he knelt between his wife’s spread legs for him to slurp up every drop of the still warm oozing sperm. The third black man knelt behind the husband as he lapped at his wife’s cum filled cunt and stroked his huge black cock head up and down the length of the husbands butt crack, the husband spread his knees and arched his back then the black man finding the opening of his tight hole he then thrust his black hips and slipped his big black cock up the husbands ass in one powerful stroke, gripping his white hips with his black hands he long stroked the husband asshole balls deep until the husband pushed back on the invading black cock and moaned into his wife’s well fucked cunt and pumped his own load of cum on to the bed beneath them without ever touching his own cock his asshole spasaming around the base of the black man’s cock in time to his ejaculation, then the black man pulled his long cock out of the husbands sucking asshole and stroked his long black cock in the cleavage of the husbands white ass cheeks then pumped five, six long ropes of scalding creamy white nigger spunk all over the husbands white ass.
It was about this time Gary felt his body tense as he masturbated to the lewd scene and wished he was that husband eating nigger cum out of his wife’s sloppy used cunt and getting his ass fucked full of black cock and then he felt his cock spasm in his slowly stroking lubricated hand and grunted repeatedly in orgasmic pleasure as sperm surged up through his swollen vein and four long thick ropes of his pearly white cum shot out of his cock and leaped up his abdomen. He downloaded several more videos to watch afterwards while he went into the bathroom to clean up. Later that evening, his phone rang. It was Lorreta; from the excited way she was talking to him, it was obvious the master was fucking her.
He lay there in bed, listening to his wife's moans and high shrieks while his hand returned to his stiff cock and went on stroking it. A smile was on his face while he did.
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