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Being a faggot is a very serious business!
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Ten minutes later the cab pulled to the side of the road. I was still on my back, and only had a vague idea of where we were. The door next to me opened, and the opening was filled by the biggest black man I had ever seen.
He leaned down to have a good look inside. A round bearded face filled the space. He grinned at me, and said "You weren't kidding. This faggot is ripe! Shift over, then sit on my lap, kid."
I scooted away from the bull of a man that squeezed into the backseat of the cab. He was entirely huge, near to 7 feet tall, and incredibly stocky. Once he was inside he filled up most of the space. I was squashed over to one side, still on my back, and he said, "Come on up and sit on my lap. Turn around and face me."
It was like climbing a tree. I rocked myself forwards so I was sat up, then I reached over him with my legs, straddling his mid section and facing the top of his chest. The plug was in danger of slipping out even though I was clenching my pussy muscles as hard as I could, but then his fingers were there, pushing it back in.
"Hey Dave," Dexter said from behind me,"See if you can make his cock drool like I showed you on the vid." His tone was a little harder now. He was still driving through the city streets and I was amazed that no one had seen me, naked as I was, wrapped around the black giant in the back seat of the cab.
"Let's see," Big Dave muttered. Then I felt him manipulate the plug. I felt it begin to vibrate, and I guessed he must be using his fingers to tap the end of it. My pussy began to pulsate and I began to rock up and down slowly. I could no longer feel the plug as a separate thing. It was if my body had absorbed it and Big Dave's fingers were directly touching the knot of nerves at the root of my cock. I felt that valve inside me turn on, and I shuddered. As I closed my eyes, Dave said, "Fucking look at that. It's pouring out of him. I can smell it..."
His hands withdrew from my ass, and he shifted underneath me. My gaping hole came to rest over his hard bulge, which stopped the thing from escaping. His fingers dabbled in the pool of juice I had created at the base of my cock, and I heard what sounded like sucking sounds. He slapped the side of my face gently. "Look at me," he said.
I opened my eyes and his face was there. "Have you tasted this? It tastes amazing." He scooped up more of the stuff, and I opened my mouth for him to feed it to me. The salty, musky taste seemed to make me feel even hornier and I licked my lips. He scooped up more of the stuff and greedily licked it off the palm of his hand. "I don't know how he's fucking doing it, but his milk is fucking turning me on." He plunged his head forwards and we were kissing, his large tongue filling my mouth with the taste of my own juice. I squirmed in his lap as my hands went to the back of his shaved head and pulled him further into me. His hands found their way to my chest where the nipped at my nipples, making me moan.
"Be careful, Dave. Akim said we couldn't spill a drop of the cum that is already up him," Dexter said from the front.
"How much is in there?"
"It must be quite a few loads from the story he told me. I wonder..."
"What?" Big dave asked.
"I'll let you know in a minute. We are nearly there."
The cab had stopped in a residential area. Dexter turned around, and shook his head with amusement. "The faggot looks about ready to pop." I felt his hand on the base of the butt-plug again.
"Just taste his juice man!" Dave implored.
Dexter's thin frame disappeared from the front seat and the side door opened. Dave pulled me back so that my little clit was exposed to his friend. His hand was still working the plug and juice was dripping from me non-stop.
Dexter leaned in. He grinned at me, his white teeth flashing in the gloom of the cab. Then his head lowered and he began lapping around my crotch, drinking in the fluid that I was making. He ended by sucking my clit clean, and he got back up. "Jesus, my head is spinnin' and my dick is throbbin'. We gotta get this faggot fucked somehow.
Dave scooted sideways and twisted me around so that my legs were hanging outside the car. All the time one of his hands was on the base of the plug. With no effort at all he stood, supporting my ass with one hand, the other wrapped around my chest. Dexter shielded both our heads as we rose awkwardly from the back seat of the taxi.
I looked around. We were in the back garden of a terraced house in God-knew-where part of the city. Dexter was already unlocking the backdoor, and Dave walked effortlessly towards it with me like a glove puppet on his arm. Each step he took sent a shiver of vibration through his arm and into the base of the plug. A fresh squirt of whatever stuff I was producing erupted with each bounce of his manly gait.
I was carried like that into a back kitchen, then through into the sitting room. It was small, but very neat. "Put him on the couch," Dexter said, "I'm just going to get something."
Dave put me down gently, and wedged a cushion underneath my ass so as to keep the plugin place. Then he started to take off his clothes, all the time looking down into my face. He must have seen something there.
"Fuck, baby, you are the real deal, aint ya?"
He pulled of his black T-shirt. He was a big guy, with massive shoulders and fleshy pecs with large nipples. His gut hung over the waist of his jeans, which were the next thing to be removed. The white shorts underneath bulged with a hidden shape which I could not take my eyes off.
I was squirming around on the plug, and Dave went down on his knees to drink from my clit again. As he moaned I ran my hands through his short afro. Dexter came back in carrying a large plastic bowl and a turkey baster. He set the baster aside and pushed Dave out of the way. The giant black man staggered back onto the floor and began to furiously rub the bulge in his shorts.
"Now if we are careful..." Dexter had placed the bowl on the floor and motioned for me to scoot forwards. "Akim said we could spill a drop. As long as we put it all back once we are finished..."
I felt the plug being pulled from my pussy and I let out a cry of loss. And then my bowels started to eject what had been held inside for so long. The two men stared mesmerized at what I was producing. It seemed to last for ages.
"Fuck would you look at that. All that was inside him." He held up the bowl so I could see. It was almost full with a white creamy liquid. Dexter carefully set it onto a coffee table to his side. "Look at his tummy now." He placed the palm of his hand on my flat stomach and stroked it. "It looked as though he had a belly before, but it must have been from all that cum!"
Dave crawled forwards on his hands and knees, seeming staring at the spot between my splayed legs. "I just have to do this now..." he then said.
I couldn't see what he was doing, but suddenly my pussy was so full. And I realised with amazement that I could feel his fingers scrabbling about in there. And then it was as i every one of those fingers had found my spot at the same time. I jerked backwards and began to orgasm. All I could feel was his hand inside me. All that mattered was his hand inside me. I think I was screaming, but then there was a dick at my mouth, and I opened up and let it inside.
Dave pulled out his hand and I groaned around the pole that was already halfway down my throat. He replaced it almost straight away with what I assumed was his dick. It felt even bigger that his hand, though that didn't seem possible. He went at me like a hammer, pushing my shoulders back into the back of the sofa.
I was completely lost in the sensations that had taken over my body. I thought I had been spent and broken when I had left that awful bar, but now my body was responding to these men in a way I had never thought possible. My eyes were still closed from my last orgasm and I opened them now, looking upwards at the man with his big dick in my throat. I had expected to see Dexter there, but he was over by the window still fully dressed. He had his phone in his hand and was filming me.
I looked back at the man above me. Dave shoved into me extra hard, and my head slammed back against the wall. The dick came out of my mouth, and the man stepped back.
"Jesus, Dave! Are you alright kid?"
I looked up at him, and saw the most beautiful man I have ever seen...