The gist of the story that Malcolm told was that he and Carl used to date the same woman, a freak who was into both of them. This eventually led to regular sexual encounters with the three of them that lasted for months. According to Malcolm, Carl kissed him while Malcolm was in her pussy and Carl was face fucking her.
"Did you return the kiss? I asked.
"Of course I did. I had a strong attraction to Carl and knew he was turned on by me."
"What did that lead to," I asked, feeling my dick getting hard.
"Carl shot his load in her mouth right away. He left shortly thereafter while Rita and I continued. After that, Carl and I grew separate. It wasn't until last year that we ran into each other at the health club."
"So, this was the first time you two been with each other since, I mean in a sexual nature?"
"Yes Jamie. And I thought it was going well. But you are correct, when I tried to get him into bed, he shut down," said Malcolm as he shrugged.
"He had to know when you invited him that sex was a possibility, especially since there was a spark between you two before."
"I suppose he did, but he was more interested in you. I could tell when you were sucking his cock how much he was enjoying you."
"I did see him sucking you, and he seemed to be into it," I said, seeing no reaction from Malcolm. "What were you planning on doing when you got him into the bedroom?"
"I was going to fuck him, he has a nice booty," said Malcolm, his face lighting up. "But enough about Carl. I must say you were looking fine tonight, darling."
The compliment caught me off guard. I felt myself blushing and could only get out a meek "thank you."
"Look at you all embarrassed. Just get used to it Jamie. You're my fine ass white bitch, not many of you around. Especially with all that ass. It's no wonder you got all those men at the club in that pussy."
I couldn't help but appreciate the brutish honesty from Malcolm. He never held back, at least with me. It was both welcome and bothersome. Nobody wants a mirror constantly held up to them, and subsequently judged. But Malcolm did with consistency. "Thank you, Malcolm," I said, not being able to come up with better words.
"Come sit on your man's lap," he said, guiding me onto him. It felt so good to be surrounded by his warmth. I laid my head on his thick shoulder, kissing it. Malcolm played in my hair, no longer wearing my wig. "Maybe if you grow your hair long enough, you won't need the wig," he said, twisting my hair that had grown longer than normal. "Would you do that for me baby?"
"Yes, of course," I said, kissing his chest around the leather harness, then licking his hard nipple.
He kissed the top of my head. "I don't think there's not much you wouldn't do for me," said Malcolm, his hand rubbing my back. "Is there?""No Malcolm, there isn't." I once again realized that I was in a frame of thought I had never been before. Although sex with Malcolm was the best I ever had, and his physical appearance was what I desired for so long, it was his ability to connect with me emotionally and passionately, that had me falling deeply in love.
"So, if I asked you to have your genitals removed, you would do it?" he asked, his hand moving over my ass, stroking it softly.
"I would consider it," I said, escaping the commitment of such a radical move.
I felt him move his finger to my anus, probing, sliding it in a little at a time. "This is all I'm interested in, you don't even have to get a vagina because this ass is remarkable." I could feel his cock growing. I repositioned myself so that my bare ass was on his leather pouch that covered his groin. "You know sometimes you are too easy," said Malcolm, looking at me.
I was relieved he changed the subject from my castration to something different, though to an issue that had never been brought up. But knowing Malcolm, and his sense of adventure, I gambled and decided to play hard to get. "Is that so?" I asked, leaning back.
"Yes, I can get your pussy anytime, anywhere, anyhow, and you'd just be there for me. Sometimes it gets boring."
Tried to get a read on him, but his poker face was at its best. I could feel his cock softening, telling me he was being real. "Well, I won't give it up to you anytime, anywhere, anyhow....anymore." I then kissed his luscious, full lips, but he did not return.
"You can't be serious. You would deny me the pussy that I own?" I couldn't tell if he was serious, or just playing. But at the time I felt he was being serious.
"You did just say I was too easy, and that it was boring."
"Didn't say it wasn't good. If it gets boring, I bring in another wife, just like you Jamie dear," said Malcolm, gripping my shoulders."There's no on like me, Malcolm," I said, hoping he would agree.
Malcolm laughed loudly. "Don't be so sure of that, there's plenty of white pussy around craving black cock," he said, moving me off his lap as he stood up. "Well, Jamie dear, I am off to bed."
"Sounds good to me," I said, getting up to follow him.
"Not tonight, you sleep on the couch," said Malcolm as he entered the bedroom.
I was perplexed. Had I said something to offend him? Maybe the playing hard to get was not to his liking. "Did I do something Malcolm?"
"It's what you didn't do, now come get what you need from the bedroom, and sleep elsewhere."
"Not sure what you mean Malcolm, but I'll do as you say." I went into the bedroom to get a blanket and pillow. I watched Malcolm take off his leather gear, recognizing how I idolized this man, disappointed that not only did I fail him in some way, but also that I did not know. I watched as he sat on the edge of the bed, naked, his large cock dangling between his massive thighs, balls descending, flattened by his position on the bed. I was tempted to make a move, but wanted to show him that I would listen to him, and ignore my needs.
"Jamie, get me a glass of water and a snack before you lie down." I turned around to look at him, then, without acknowledging his request, left the bedroom and closed the door. I was about to take a venture into territory I never explored, that of intentionally ignoring a request from Malcolm to show how I was not so easy. I trembled lightly, waiting as I lie on the couch.
About 5 minutes later, Malcolm emerged from the bedroom, naked. He walked over to the side of the couch. "Did you forget something?" he asked.
"No Malcolm, I just don't feel like doing anything right now. I'm not sure what I did to not be in the bed." While I was testing the waters, there was truthfulness to what I said.
"I see, this is a game for you," said Malcolm as he sat down on the edge of the couch.
"You are always very honest with me, Malcolm. But I feel like there's something you're not telling me. That's not like you. I'm confused."
"I don't feel like discussing this with you right now. As your master, you do what I say, unequivocally, without hesitation. That is a relationship that benefits both you and me. Now, are you going to do what I say?"
"I guess," I said as I started to get up.
"You guess? Bitch, I don't know what you are on, but this is not going to end well for you if you don't get back to reality."
"I will do as you say, Malcolm," I said with more enthusiasm, sensing he was becoming angry.
As I got up off the couch, Malcolm grabbed my arm, sitting me down hard next to him. "I get it Jaime, you are exerting your assumed power of my need for your white pussy. Don't take me for granted," said Malcolm, trying to remain calm. At this point I felt I succeeded I getting him to misconstrue my intentions. For once I felt victorious over him. `But at what consequence?' I thought to myself. I had not seen him this angry in a while, but continued to be indifferent towards him, showing him that I would not always be so easy.
As I walked past him, Malcolm gave me a hard smack on my bare behind, saying "Sweet ass." While I fixed him a sandwich, he came up from behind, kissing my neck and back. "You are my piece of ass, Jaime. And one day, you will be my loving, devoted wife, after you get rid of these," he said as he grabbed my balls and tugged them down with enough force to create intense pain.
I doubled over, wincing, not trying to let out a scream. "See there, you wouldn't have to worry about them if they weren't there." I was on my knees, holding my balls until the burning started to subside. "Go to the bedroom." Malcolm helped me up, but, in anger and continuing the statement of being difficult, I snatched my arm from him. By accident, my hand hit his face, and before I could explain, Malcolm hit me with an open hand on the side of the head knocking me down. The pain was not bad, but I was a bit dazed. While my head was clearing, I felt Malcolm take me by the hair, lift me up, and drag me to the living room. I could not keep up with his hurried pace, and ended up falling several times before I was thrown to the couch.
"Bitch, you hit me again, and that will be the last time you ever raise your hand towards me," he said, still holding my hair, but looking me straight in the eyes.
"I'm sorry Malcolm...." I started to apologize but was cut off by a spat in the face.
"You really fucked up this time," said Malcolm as he let loose my hair, and went into the bedroom, slamming the door. As I was trying to soothe the rug burns, Malcolm stormed back in, grabbed me by the hair again, and started taking me into the bedroom.
"Leave me alone," I pleaded with him, though some part of me still wanted the outcome to be sexual pleasure. I pulled back and was able to wrangle loose and head back into the living room, but Malcolm was too quick and powerful.
Once in the bedroom, he bent me over the bed, held my arms behind me, and delivered a very hard smack on my ass, then another and another. The pain was searing hot, but I did not cry, or shout. This was what I actually wanted, but wasn't sure Malcolm was aware of it. "You are going to suck my black dick you fucking white whore," said Malcolm as he forcefully positioned me on my knees facing him. His cock was fully erect, oozing a clear liquid that indicated he was highly aroused. I wanted badly to taste it, but continued my stubbornness.
I closed my mouth, my lips tightly sealed. "Oh shit, you really going to hold out. Well, Jaime dear, just a reminder that you have other places to put my cock. Now we can do this with some moisture on it, or I go in as is," said Malcolm, as he gripped my jaw. I held out, not opening, my mouth, aware of what would happen if he were to enter my hole dry.
Without word, or warning, Malcom roughly turned me around and bent me over, exposing my hole. I heard him spit on his dick, but it didn't provide nearly enough lube as I felt him push the head of his cock in. It hurt so bad that I tried to get away, scrambling onto the bed. But he caught my feet and pulled me back into a position to get fucked. I again tried to get away, but Malcolm was too powerful. "Stop struggling bitch!" he shouted as he got me into a headlock, then guided his cock into my ass as much as he could. I felt my asshole stretch and burn as he punched his cock inside of me. I was engulfed by his body, unable to move as he fucked my ass with a barrage of thrusts that sent my entire body into a frenzy of torment, yet pleasure.
He suddenly pulled out, yanking my head back, yelling, "Is this what you wanted bitch? To have a Black man rape your ass?" He pulled back even harder. "Answer me, you fucking whore!"
"No, leave me alone, please," I cried out, wondering how this would end. This time, I would have been satisfied had he listened to my cries of despair, but next I was being turned on to my back, legs stretched over my head so that my ass was pointing straight up. Malcolm hovered over me, then swiftly poked his cock in my ass, which hurt much less than my legs being pulled apart and stretched to the max. Malcolm then delivered piston like thrusts, every time he went deep, I could feel his balls slapping my ass, every drive of his cock a direct hit on my prostate. Soon, I was coming, shot after shot hitting my face. Minutes later, Malcolm began moaning loudly, picking up the pace even more before he rammed in one final thrust before he was pouring his seed inside of me. My back was sore, legs cramping from being spread so wide, and asshole burning, but I held on. Malcolm was sweating profusely, rivers of moisture flowing down his face and chest. He shook his head quickly, sending water all over, including my face, adding stinging sensation in my eyes to my overall discomfort.
But it was well worth it, and Malcolm let me know it, kissing my lips. "Fuck, you are a hot bitch," he said, in between kisses. I could feel his cock still in me, but soft. In one swift move, he pulled out, leaving my ass open, then pulled me into him as we lie side by side.
"Thank you," I said, enjoying the tenderness that followed our violent fucking.
"For a second there, I thought you were being real trying to deny me," said Malcolm. "But I felt your pussy clamping down on my dick. You were hot as fuck."
"So were you, as always." While we lie there in silence, there was a knock on the door. "Should we get that?" I asked.
"You can if you want to, smelling like you just got fucked. Just like raw meat," said Malcolm laughing.
Then another, louder knock sounded, following the announcement that it was the police. "Shit, I better get that," I said, getting up.
"Go ahead, knock yourself out," said Malcolm as he headed to the bathroom. I was amazed by his calmness, gathering myself in a frenzy to be somewhat presentable when I opened the door.
"Hold on," I shouted out while I slipped on some sweats and a T-Shirt. When I opened the door, there were two male police officers, one white and one Black.
The Black officer stated that they received a complaint about a disturbance and were checking it out. I was relieved, thinking that there was a more serious reason for their presence. "No office, we're good, just having a little fun."
They both remained expressionless. The white guy asked if they could come in and check things out. Just then Malcolm came out, still naked. "There a problem officer?" he asked, coming up behind me, draping his arms over my shoulders. At that point I felt uneasy, not sure how they would respond.
The Black policeman looked down, and shook his head. "Not if you say so chief," he said, looking back up with a smirk on his face.
The white officer looked puzzled. "Shouldn't we check things out?" he asked.
"Nah, just a couple of love birds having fun," he said as he led him out of the door. "You all go to bed, have some quiet time, and don't make us have to come back out here," he said as they walked down the hall.
I closed the door, dumbfounded about the whole experience. "What the fuck just happened?"
"Nothing happened babe. But, uh, you got some of daddy's juices running down your leg. I'm sure they figured it out," said Malcolm.
I looked down, and sure enough, I had a stream of fresh sperm on my legs. In my haste, and anxiety about the police, I didn't notice. "Oh fuck," I said, deeply embarrassed.
Malcolm laughed uncontrollable, and led me to the couch. He pulled me into him, my butt to his groin, then began lunging himself forward as if he were fucking me again. "Let's make some more noise and get them back, the black one was kind of cute."
I could not help but laugh at his outlandish behavior. But that's one of the many reasons why I loved him. "You are fucking insane," I managed to say while he was shaking my body with his rhythmic heaving.
He stopped, then gave me a tight hug. "You're the insane one, bitch. You loved the idea of having me rape you, playing hard to get and shit."
I knew he had it figured out, but thought for one brief moment, he thought I was trying to avoid him. "Did you like it?" I asked.
"Hell yeah, look at how much I filled you. But, this time," said Malcolm, as he got up, with me still in his arms, "I'm going to give you a proper fucking, husband and wife."
I reached down, and felt his cock hardening. When he got me to our bed, he gently laid me down, began kissing me, then let his tongue travel over my face, neck, chest, belly, working his tongue in the area on either side of my now hard cock, then licking my balls before raising my legs and slowly entering me. This fucking was slow and deliberate, lasting well into the morning hours.