I married Simone thinking we where the perfect match. We had a lot of interests in common, but then we got into Domination. The trouble was, neither of us was particularly good at it. We both enjoyed the freedom of letting someone else take control, but I found that the top was just too much work. Finally, we talked it out, and decided together that we needed a professional.
Masters were hard to find, you couldn't just look them up in the phone book, so we put out an add in the local underground paper. [Married couple ISO of a master. Our sex lives lack direction, so we need someone to show us the way.] We got several responses, but the most promising was "Master Luther".
He made us both feel so small, worthless over the phone. All the others resorted too profanity, but He actually seeemed to bore through our skulls to take hold of our minds. I even mastrubated a little, untill he hung up, then we fucked like gorillas we where so turned on. Anyway, he'd made a date for saturday, and we cleaned the house in preperation.
He was right on time, so we answered the door together. "Hello?" I greted him sheepishly, at first I thought it was a mistake. There before us stood a tall black man, wearing a puffy coat, and baggy striped pants.
"Luther," he introduced himself without offering his hand. I recognised his deep powerfull voice immediately, and dociley stepped aside to let him in. He walked like a badass, no sign of affected limp, but the cocky swinging swagger of someone who knows he's the shit. He towered over me, and took off his hat to show that he was shaven smooth.
His head looked increadibly phallic, sexy even as I hardened too the possibilities. "Where do you want to do this," he turned to nail me with his stare.
Simone finally worked her gaping mouth, "The bedroom." I could tell by the husk in her voice that she was drooling at both ends for this ebony titan. She led the way, swinging her hips to show off her beautifull ass. I followed as well, trying to make out his through the heavy fabric.
"This'll do," he dropped his jacket at the door to reveal a black leather vest with laces up the sides. Next, he gripped the front of his pants, and jerked them completely off. Underneath, he was wearing black leather chaps with snaps up the insides of the legs instead of the outside like the courtsiders. "Get on the bed."
It took us longer too disrobe, but part of my hesitation was at the sight of his cock. The chaps where crotchless, allowing him to swing freely. Even soft, he was both longer, and thicker than my full erection. It started standing up as he watched us strip, and got even larger as it filled with blood.
Simone beat me to it, and lay back on the bed. I climbed on after her, and looked back to see what he wanted. He was in complete controll, I wouldn't have disobeyed if I wanted too. "Fuck her," he said plainly, and strode towards us. I obediently positioned myself to sink into my wife.
He climbed on, nearly hard erection swinging, and reached into a pocket. The huge member swung in his hand to strike my ass like a morning star, "Harder!" I jumped, then picked up the pace. The rubber he pulled out said "Tuxedo" on the package. As he unwrapped it, I saw that it was opaque black. "Harder!" he gave me another swat with his weapon before slipping it into it's sheathe. Now fully hard, it was almost a foot long, and at least three inches around.
"Never seen a real dick," he moved up to show me, "Have you pussy boy?" His distainfull grin was the only white in his face besides the little around his deep black irises.
"Nno sir," I studdered.
"Shut up," he smacked me across the cheek with it. "I didn't tell you too speak." God, it was heavy, hit like a baseball bat. I was just answering his question, but before I could defend my actions he shut me up by pushing it into my face. I opened my mouth, enjoying the fullness as the thick head slipped past. I couldn't even take half of it, so I reached up to stroke the rest.
"That's right," he soothed, "Your wife know what a faggot you are?" The word faggot was so dirty, and insulting, it filled me with lust. I shook my head, and sucked as hard as I could. "Let's see how she likes it," I followed him down as he settled onto her face. "Suck my nuts, slut" he directed to her, "And eat my ass." I can only assume she did as she was told, because he didn't punish her.
All this was too much for me, I felt the stirrings in my groin build to spastic jerks. I sank in, and pumped my nuts out against Simone's cervex. My mouth full, I had to moan through my nose, and hope that the vibrations would please him. Sure enough, he groaned, and pulled out. The rubber slipped off, and I got to watch as the black snake spat it's load all over our chests. What I wouldn't give too come that much, cover Simone with my thick pastey lust.
He climbed off the bed, and I made to follow. "You'er not done," he put his hand to the back of my neck, "Should've known your little boy dick wouldn't do the job!" With that, he shoved my face down between her legs. Normally, I loved going down on Simone. Now, I was shamed into it. I wasn't nearly enough man, and the guy who showed me how inadiquate I was probably watched as I tried too make up for it.
My load dribbled out, mixed with her juices in a thin gravy. I lapped it up, and kept going to give my honey some clitoral attention. "You got a bathroom in this place?" he said somewhere behind me, "I gotta clean up."