Richard Pagginton the Third had it all. He was a successful businessman, a multi-millionaire and still in his 30's! He had all the right connections - his father had gone to Yale & Harvard, and his father before him. He didn't even have to take entrance exams.

From there it was easy - a plum do-nothing position at his father's investment firm, stock option bonuses, a few insider stock trades here and there that the FEC would never look into and he was richer than most Americans ever dream of being. It was almost too easy.

He was amazingly lucky in love, too. His wife, a mere 18 years old, was the absolute vision of purity and beauty. Here eyes were large, crystal blue and her bone structure was just perfect. She looked like an angel on Earth. While he wasn't ugly, he wasn't handsome, either. He was kind of short for a man - only 5'6" and rather skinny but with a bit of a gut at the same time.

Sitting around an office all day playing solitaire isn't great for his physique. And he was pretty sure his hairline was receding. But he knew Bunni would never leave him, she adored him. She came from a very wealthy, aristocratic white family, as well.

Her parents were friends of his parents. She was a bit of a rebel, though; she had a bit of a wild side. But her best asset was surely her body. She was a good 5'10", had creamy white skin, wavy naturally light blonde hair cut in a bob at her shoulders, large, firm breasts, a full C cup, and the most perfect ass God had ever sculpted. And she was all his. They'd met and married in less than 6 months. It was almost too easy.

Of course, it helped being white. After all, he knew, whites were just smarter. Better at business and all that. Certainly other races had their strengths, too - Asians were hard workers, blacks were good at sports, etc. But white men, he knew, were really meant to be the ones running everything. They just naturally belonged in charge. The world worked best that way, he assured himself.

As he looked around the beach at all the black waiters and waitresses, he affirmed his world view. Here he and his wife were, on vacation at one of the most expensive and exclusive resorts in the Caribbean. And all around them were the "natives", calling them "sir" and "ma'am" and waiting on them hand and foot. And they all seemed so happy. This must be the natural order of things, he thought.

Turning his attention from his reverie back to his beautiful wife, he let his gaze caress her naked body. She laid there in the sun, shining like an ivory statue, her hair caught the sunlight and seemingly glowed golden-white. Of all the other women on this nude beach, none could compare to her stunning, natural beauty. She turned her eyes from the romance novel she was reading and caught his gaze.

"What's the matter, honey?" her sweet voice lilted through the fresh sea-breeze air.

"Nothing, nothing," he assured her, "it's just..."

She looked at him quizzically.

"I love you so much, Honey-Bunni..." he proclaimed earnestly.

"Oh, Richie... I love you, too!" she said as she reached out and held his hand with hers.

They smiled sweetly at each other, exchanged a light peck on the lips and returned to their reading.

Richard flipped through his issue of "The Weekly Standard", reading an article about liberals whining over the loss of entitlement programs like Social Security, Medicare, Welfare and all those other rewards for lazy, poor people. As far as Richard was concerned, those people got more than they deserved. If they're not smart enough to succeed in the world, they shouldn't complain and they certainly shouldn't expect the ones who *do* work for a living to support them!

It was absurd! They should be happy they're not homeless and living on the street, or dead! After all, beggars can't be choosers! Richard finished the article and shook his head derisively at those bleeding-heart liberals always crying over the "plight" of the poor minorities. What a crock, he thought as he set the magazine down and gazed out into the ocean.

Out about 30 feet from the shoreline, he saw a shiny black round form rising from the water. He wondered what it might be - a seal, perhaps? No, they preferred colder waters... then, as he watched, he saw a huge, pitch-black, impressively-muscled black man walking out of the water towards the beach...

As the black goliath rose from the clear blue waters, Rich was simply amazed at his size. He must have been nearly 7 feet tall and well over 250 pounds. He seemed like more a giant than a man.

"Honey, what are you looking at?" Bunni said, but Rich couldn't pull his eyes away to answer. She turned and saw the massive black Adonis and stared at this ebony idol striding out of the surf towards them.

As they watched, transfixed, it was as if he moved in slow motion. His meaty, perfectly-toned muscles rippled with each step he took. The sun glinted off his dark, wet skin. And, as he rose above the surf, they saw it. A gargantuan, pitch-black horse-cock swaying between his legs, down to his knees, as he strode purposely out of the ocean. The swinging monster phallus was hypnotic, like a magician's watch. Neither Richard nor Bunni could tear their eyes from the man. It was like a Greek creation myth come true - an ebony God borne from the ocean, itself.

He stopped about 30 feet in front of the couple and shook his bald head to shake the water from it. As he shook, the mesmerized white couple could see every individual, perfect muscle of his body flex and relax. His cock swung heavily through the air - slapping one thigh and then the other, a spray of water flying off of it with each impact.

Suddenly, the black man's dark, penetrating eyes turned on them. He stared right at them as if he'd sensed them watching him! Richard quickly turned away pretending not to stare, but he saw his wife was still agape, unable to tear her eyes from him. Then he noticed, he couldn't believe it, but he saw that she was drooling! She actually had saliva running down her chin! It had even dropped down onto her perfect, white breasts! Her pink nipples were erect and he could swear he smelled the scent of her pussy - it must have been steaming and dripping wet! She wriggled her hips a little bit and he knew his suspicions were confirmed.

He didn't know what to think... was his beautiful, pure, white wife actually excited by this... this savage? Well, he thought, blacks are more like animals - they are built for physical activities, he supposed it wasn't unusual to sense the primal forces in them. But certainly, she would never actually act on it. She had never expressed interest in any black celebrities and often spoke of being uncomfortable around "those people". If this animalistic display excited something in her, surely he would capitalize off of it later, in their bed.

He reached out to snap her back to reality, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the black man moving... towards them! He watched, paralyzed as he strode straight for them! What was he going to do? Rob them? Was he going to yell at him for staring? Did he even speak English? He involuntarily held his breath as the giant of a man approached them... and passed right between them up the steps to the resort. Bunni watched his muscular ass disappear behind the bushes as he continued up the path.

Coming to their senses, Richard and Bunni awkwardly tried not to make eye contact, made a show of adjusting their positions and went back to reading, not saying a word.

Richard looked down at his own nude body and felt a bit repulsed. His tiny, shriveled white penis was barely visible beyond his growing gut. It was tucked in its little sheath and sticking out barely an inch from between his modest fat rolls. Ashamed of his relative lack of endowment, he set his copy of "The Weekly Standard" over his penis and tried to concentrate on an article about Christian organizations and politics. He read first sentence over and over about 5 times before deciding to give up the charade.

Richard realized he was drenched in sweat. The sun was getting higher in the sky, he told himself, that must be it. But he knew he had begun to sweat the moment the black giant looked at him and his wife. Being a white guy, it didn't take much sweat to make him stink, and if he was going to take advantage of his wife's horny disposition later, he knew he should get clean.

He stood up and looked around, "Honey, I think I'm going to go rinse off..." he said lazily, trying to be casual.

"Hmm?" Bunni said, looking up from her romance novel, "oh, okay, Pookums, I'm going to stay out here a bit longer and finish this chapter, okay?"

"Alright, Honey, see you in a bit," Richie leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. She waved to him as he headed up the path.

Richard headed for the public shower just off the beach to rise off. He heard the water running and looked in, quickly, to see if it was occupied or if someone had just left the water running. He was shocked to see the black goliath from the beach in the shower, rinsing off!

Richard quickly stepped back before the man saw him and waited. He looked around trying to see if there were any other showers nearby, but this is the only one he'd seen since they arrived at the resort yesterday. He paced a bit, debating whether to wait. It was a long walk back to the bungalow and he really didn't want to get any sweatier.

He waited several minutes, but the shower just kept running. Surely the black man must have finished by now! Maybe someone else had come in from the other side? He leaned around the corner and peeked in again to see.

What he saw was the large black man rinsing off his humongous cock with long, slow strokes. He stared, amazed at the weight and girth of the massive tool, much less the prodigious length! And, as the black man's large, muscular hands work his veiny cock clean, Richard is sure he can see it growing... thickening... throbbing...

Suddenly Richard looks up at the black man's face and sees him staring at him! Embarrassed, Rich instantly bolts off back down the path and towards the bungalows...

Fifteen minutes later, Richard, huffing and puffing from the brisk walk in the beating Caribbean sun, stumbles into the bungalow and bends over, grabbing his thighs to catch his breath. He looks around, breathing hard, trying to calm down. Was that black man masturbating in public? Isn't that against resort rules? I mean, it's a nude resort, sure, but sex in public is supposed to be against the rules!

He should be fired for such a lewd display! He'd have a talk with the manager in the morning. Unless the black man was a guest... no, that's ridiculous, he could never afford to stay here. He must be a local, some uneducated Jamaican handy-man, probably, tanned and muscular from working in the sugar cane fields since he was a child, no doubt.

Richard stood up and gathered himself, stretching. He walked into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He straightened up and sucked in his gut. He wasn't such a bad specimen, he thought. A few sit-ups, maybe a couple days a week at the gym... and he thought his penis was a reasonable size. A monstrosity like that black man's would be useless, he thought.

In fact, it was probably so big that it couldn't even get hard. It would take too much blood volume and such high blood pressure that the poor bastard would probably pass out. He almost felt sorry for the black guy, being born with such a deformity. He probably couldn't get an erection and orgasm. Richard looked down at his own shrunken penis and wiggled it to get it to come out and be its normal length. He shook it around a bit and let it hang at its normal flaccid length of three inches... if he held his belly back at the top. Again, nothing a few sit-ups couldn't solve.

Richard stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. He turned on the water and stood under the water-fall like luxury shower head with 120 individual streams of water raining down from overhead. Its warmth cascaded over him and he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. He thought of his wife and how sexy she looked on the beach... her skin glistening with the slightest film of perspiration... her hips wiggling... the scent of her sex in the air... he reached down and began to stroke himself. His little three-inch cock got hard in his hand and he began to increase his rate...

Just then, he heard the shower curtain slide open and he jumped, surprised to be caught masturbating in the shower by his wife! He turned around and, as the water cleared from his eyes he saw it wasn't his wife at all... it was the black giant from the beach! Naked! In his shower!

Richard stood there, frozen in place as the black man stared down at him. He stepped into the shower and closed the curtain behind him. Richard didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to think. He couldn't think anymore. He was like a deer in the headlights. Like helpless prey before a predator... if he didn't move, maybe he'd live!

The black goliath took a step towards him an Richard instinctively took a step back and slipped, falling back against the wall. He caught himself and straightened back up. The black man was silent, he didn't need to speak. His posture and his eyes said it all: Richard was not getting away.

Richard stared at him in the eyes for what seemed like several minutes. He didn't dare move - didn't dare say anything... what could he do? The black man's dark eyes simply burned into him, unflinching, unwavering, unblinking. Richard felt his knees weaken, his stomach began to feel funny and he felt a tightness in his throat... this huge, black monstrosity could do whatever he wanted with him and there was nothing he could do to stop him!

Slowly, deliberately, the black man raised his massive right hand. Richard looked at it, but didn't flinch. He didn't know if the black man was going to hit him or strangle him, or... his hand rose up above Richard's head and settled on his scalp.

With just the slightest hint of downward pressure, Richard understood the black man's intent. He casually, slowly pushed Richard down onto his knees. Richard had to steady himself on the black man's rippling, muscular thighs to prevent himself from falling straight down onto the floor of the shower. The whole time Richard kept his gazed locked with the black man's, trying to read his intent.

On his knees, Richard saw the tremendous ebony fucktool up close for the very first time. He gawked at it in utter awe; he couldn't believe a human cock could possibly get that huge! It looked more like a horse cock than a human's. He gulped audibly and looked back up at the silent black man towering over him. The black man simply nodded subtly, telling Richard nonverbally exactly what the puny white man was supposed to be doing down there.

Despite protests from some small, distant reasoning part of his mind that told him this was all wrong, Richard couldn't help himself. With trance-like movements, he reached out and cupped the colossal dong in his two soft, white hands. He wasn't prepared for the weight and, especially, the *heat* of the beast! And it was so thick that he couldn't clasp his hands all the way around it. He held it there, transfixed, feeling the weight in his hands, feeling its burning heat, the pulsations of blood through its protruding veins, and, he realized, its growing size!

As he watched, in amazement, the already considerable, flaccid cock grew longer... thicker... hotter... harder! He couldn't believe what he was seeing! This massive fourteen inch mega-cock was actually becoming fully erect! Once it jerked and the powerful muscles behind it snapped the cock right out of his firm grasp. Within several seconds, it was hard as steel and pointing straight at him... straight at his gaping mouth... its throbbing fat head practically pulsated with pent-up sexual energy. Thick white pre-cum oozed from slit, as if it was drooling at the prospect of conquering Richard.

Slowly, ominously, the cock began moving towards his mouth. He didn't move to avoid it, he couldn't move at all, paralyzed by this black python. But he was aware of the slight pressure of the black man's hand against the back of his head. He knew there was no point in resisting. He was going to suck this beast of a cock whether he wanted to or not... whether it was physically possible or not!

With a searing heat, the cockhead hit his lips, wet from both the shower and his own saliva. The first ebony inch slipped in easily, smoothly shoving his thin white lips aside and spreading his jaw open at an awkward angle. He tasted the precum on his tongue and it was, to his surprise, sweet. It acted as a lubricant, coating his tongue as the next couple inches forced their way into his mouth.

His jaw opened even more, farther than he thought he could open his mouth! And his lips were stretched to their limit around the impossible girth of the throbbing rod. He tasted the salty, almost pungent flavor of the man's cock sliding along his tongue, felt its firmness straining against the roof of his mouth... then, he felt the mushroom-like cockhead hit the back of his throat!

He gagged and spit up, but the spit-up had nowhere to go but back down his throat. His struggling was obvious; his body writhed on the gigantic tool like a stuck pig, trying to avoid choking to death. But the black man simply tilted Richard's head back and took a small step forward, changing the angle of the cock so that it more easily slid down his throat without cutting off his windpipe.

As he executed this deft maneuver, another inch slid into his mouth as the head popped past the back of his throat and into his esophagus! This man obviously was very experienced at teaching his conquests to deep throat his enormous prick. And Richard was doing it - he was actually deep-throating this man, this giant among men... this silent, savage animal of a creature. He gazed up into the black man's eyes and felt him dominating him as much with his glare as with his cock. To the black man, *this* was the natural order of things and Richard was simply fulfilling his role as the inferior specimen...

As he stared into his dominator's eyes, his body went slack and he gave himself over, totally, to the superior man's will. The black man silently lowered himself over Richard, sinking his cock deeper, ever deeper into his gullet. Slowly, inevitably, the cock muscled its way deep inside Richard, violating his body in the most intimate way. Richard amazed himself with his capacity for cock as the black man expertly slid every... last... thick.. black... inch of his engorged organ down into his belly!

It seemed like it had been an hour but, finally, Richard's nostrils were being tickled by the man's kinky, coarse black pubic hair. Richard simply stared up at him, eyes glazed over, in an altered state of total sexual subjugation. And the black man, at last, let a slight smirk appear on his lips. Richard, for his part, was strangely proud of himself... in some sick, submissive, faggot way, he was proud that he was capable of pleasing this masterful specimen of manhood.

"God," Richard thought, "I am such a fucking faggot." Tears welled up in his eyes and ran down his cheeks. This caused the black man to flash a wide, toothy grin that made Richard's groin quiver with girlish delight.

The black God kept his cock buried to the hilt down Richard's throat for about a minute or two, giving his gullet time to expand and get used to the size. Then, slowly, he began pulling it back out. As the massive girth left him, Richard felt a bizarre sense of loss, of emptiness. As if he was no longer complete, as if he was missing something. He realized he would never be the same after this - he would always know the feeling of a gigantic black cock throbbing inside him, warming him, filling him... and he would always feel its absence.

Finally, the black man pulled the cock all the way out except for the head, which he left in Richard's mouth. Richard relaxed for a second, letting his body adjust to the sudden emptiness and freedom of movement. But he was not done, not by a *long* shot. Suddenly, savagely, the black man shoved the entire length of his monster cock right back down Richard's sore throat, down to the hilt, grinding his crotch in Richard's face!

Richard was caught completely off guard; he would have fallen down if the immense phallus anchored in his torso hadn't kept him held up! He wanted to choke, to vomit, but it was simply physically impossible with the big, black dick filling him as it was.

Then, just as suddenly, the black man pulled back out and plunged it back in. Again and again, roughly and savagely, with no concern for Richard! He had been so gentle, Richard thought, why was he being so rough with him now?! The black Adonis was *literally* fucking Richard's face as if it was some cheap whore's gaping pussy!

The black man held Richard's head firmly in place as he worked his cock in and out at a breakneck pace, pistoning it deep into his throat over and over, his perfect black muscles flexing and relaxing with near perfect beauty - spraying water around the shower with each thrust. Richard went totally limp and took the punishment, fixing his gaze on the black man's burning dark eyes, now filled with a primal lust. This was not about Richard and his pride anymore, this was all about the black man's cock and its burning need for release!

Over and over the wet, hot ebony cock plunged to the depths of Richard's soul, each time taking with it a bit of his humanity. With each thrust he became less of a man and more of an... animal... a thing - a hole, existing just to please his black master. And by the time black man would finish with him, he would be a whiteboy faggot slave to black cock, body and soul. There was no denying it.

The black man's steady, primal rhythm started to change and Richard instinctively knew, as any natural cocksucker would, that he was getting close to cumming. The black man was now plunging his cock in hard and fast, then holding it all the way in, grinding it down Richard's gullet, flattening Richard's abused face against his rock-hard abs. Then he'd pull out even quicker and instantly shove his cock back in to the hilt and grind some more. With each thrust, Richard could feel the black man's cock throb in preparation for the inevitable, the final release that would seal Richard's fate.

"Sweetie? Are you in the shower?" Richard jumped as he heard his pretty wife's sweet voice come from the bedroom. He snapped back to reality and looked around, panicked, but the black man didn't stop, didn't even lose a beat! He continued to pound Richard's throat like a possessed animal!

"Sweetie? Richie?" Richard heard her voice even closer as she came into the bathroom! Richard was completely panicking now, he couldn't let Bunni see him like this! He had to do something, and quick!

"Richie, are you okay?" She asked, now right up against the shower curtain. He could see the silhouette of her perfect naked body against the curtain as the afternoon sun shone into the bathroom.

"Yes!" Richard managed to spurt out quickly between thrusts.

The black man did not stop; he kept pummeling Richard's mouth. The wet slapping sounds must have piqued Bunni's curiosity.

"Wow, sounds like you're really lathering yourself up good in there," she teased lasciviously, "want some company?"

Richard panicked - she was going to come in - "NO!" he yelped between savage thrusts, "NOT!" another deep thrust "NOW!" he managed to choke out around the massive cockhead.

"Oh..." Bunni sounded surprised and insulted at the rejection of her come-on, "um... okay..." Richard breathed a sigh of relief as she walked away from the shower curtain... at least he meant to, but it was kind of impossible with the savage face-fucking he was getting.

Any concerns for his poor wife's feelings were instantly shoved aside as the black man finally heaved his tremendous erection all the way down Richard's throat for the last time then bent over and wrapped his muscular arms around the white faggot's head and pulled with all his might to try to get just one more fraction of an inch down into poor Richard. And then he came. He shuddered and jerked and throbbed and thrusted, each quiver of his powerful muscles eliciting a thick, hot, copious ejaculation of potent black jizz directly into Richard's vulnerable little stomach.

At least ten or eleven times the black giant bucked, shooting his hot manseed into Richard's gut. Richard could feel the ebony god's throbbing tool jerk and pulse with each powerful spurt - his enormous sperm dispenser writhing inside him like something imbued with a life of its own. Load after load was literally shot out of the palpating, swollen cockhead, splashing violently against his stomach walls.

Richard was shocked to actually *feel* the jets of thick, molten semen erupting from the invasive organ and slamming into his guts. He could feel the heat and the pressure of the black seed gorging his belly. It was such a perverse, dominating experience, to be filled so deeply in this way. He didn't even get to taste the savage's cum, he merely was a repository for it - it was like a black cock sauce injection. All of the calories, none of the taste. Finally, after what seemed like and eternity, the last few, weaker spurts splashed into his guts.

The black man jerked a couple more times, but Richard felt nothing substantial shoot from the engorged phallus settled deep in his tummy. The black man released him, lazily, then stood back up, leaning back as he slowly extracted his now drained cock from the white man's gullet. Richard fell forward a bit as he regained his balance and felt sick at the feeling of the man's copious load of jizz sloshing about in his stomach!

It must have been at least a full pint of thick, viscous cum filling his belly, Richard thought... and all those millions upon millions of virile black sperm trying desperately to impregnate his stomach lining... he almost laughed at the thought, delirious from the inhuman sexual ordeal he'd just been through.

Bunni had been babbling on about something, Richard was suddenly aware, but he hadn't heard a word of it. Luke breathed heavily, drenched in sweat, his massive cockhead still sitting in Richard's mouth being suckled like a mother's tit. Richard licked and sucked on the cockhead lovingly, tenderly, as if thanking it for filling his belly with such a wonderful treat.

Richard heard the toilet seat be lifted and shortly heard the sound of her piss hitting the water in the bowl.

"Mmmmm," Bunni moaned, "Richard... I'm pissing... isn't that disgusting?"

Richard had always disapproved of, but tolerated, Bunni's tendencies to talk dirty about bathroom activities. He chalked it up to some repressed childhood hang-up with thinking going to the bathroom was dirty and shameful.

Suddenly, to Richard's surprise, the black man's piss slit opened and out shot a forceful blast of the hottest, most acrid dark-yellow piss Richard had ever smelled... much less tasted! He wanted to pull away, but the black man grinned and held his head firmly in place. Richard had no choice but to swallow this torrent of putrid cock-water. He shivered at the thought of what those black muscles could do to him if he resisted or spit the piss out... or the thought the black man simply pulling back the curtains exposing their perverted deeds to his innocent wife!

"Wouldn't you like to be watching me, Richard?" Bunni sighed as she pissed, massaging her clit, "wouldn't want to watch my hot, rancid, smelly piss shooting out of my delicate, shaven cunt?"

"Mrrm!" Richard managed to groan in a vaguely affirming tone as he chugged down the unending stream of hot man- piss pouring into his mouth from the tremendous black snake plugging his mouth. And unlike the semen, he tasted every single, revolting drop of this gift from his master's prodigious prick.

"MMmm, yeah, feel that hot piss, Richard... oh, it's so hot... so nasty..." she was breathing heavily and Richard could tell she was getting quite excited and masturbating as she pissed. Her piss went on forever as she continued to moan and talk dirty. Richard knew her to have an impressive bladder capacity.

No more impressive than this black man's, apparently! While he kept pissing just as long as Bunni did, his flow was much stronger, much more voluminous than what could come from Bunni's delicate white pussy. As Richard continued to guzzle the incredible amount of nigger piss being hosed into his mouth, he marveled at the incredible endless supply of urine this black God could hold! Over the next couple minutes, he swore he'd swallowed at least a half a gallon of hot, rancid black man-piss! It was the most degrading, debased thing he had ever experienced. And, despite himself, his tiny three-inch white cocklette was rock-hard. He had never been more ashamed of himself as he was at that moment.

Bunni's stream had ended now, as well. Richard had been so lost in his transformation into a urinal for black cock that he didn't notice if she had cum or not. Then, *finally* the black man removed his cock from Richard's stretched, abused mouth. His lips made a comical "pop" as the cockhead snapped out. Thick, viscous strands of mucus from deep inside Richard's esophagus clung to the tremendous, imposing black phallus, hanging obscenely in the air. They seemed to be extensions of Richard's insides begging the black master's cock not to leave them. He looked up into his master's eyes and saw satisfaction, pride and sadistic glee in his dark eyes all at once.

Suddenly, Richard heard a loud fart from outside the shower accompanied by a juvenile, girlish giggle.

"Tee-hee!" Bunni chirped, "listen to me! I'm going to take a big, nasty shit, now, Richie, smell it?" She farted loud and long, again, "Ewww! It stinks so bad, that's so gross!"

Then, to Richard's horror the black man turned around, pushed Richard's head way back forcing his mouth to open wide, then sat his quivering sphincter right in the white faggot's mouth! He couldn't believe his was happening to him! How could this... how could a person *do* this to another-

His denial was cut short by the sound of Bunni's next loud fart and, at the same time, a foul, fetid and forceful feces-spackled fart that shot out of the black man's dilating anus all over the inside of Richard's mouth - coating his tongue and his mouth with globlets of liquid shit! The black man's farts were powerful, but muffled by Richard's mouth, so Bunni couldn't hear them over the sounds of her own.

"Oh, wow, that was a really raunchy one, Richie, you should smell this! Gawd!" Bunni was really getting off on her own filthy behavior, totally unaware of the absolutely debauched and depraved depths of raunch being perpetrated just mere feet from her by a gigantic black man upon her poor, used, loving husband!

With each putrid fart, Richard wanted to retch, but it never came. His body just didn't react as strongly as he thought it would... but then the worst of all came.

"Oh, ungh,.. I feel it, sweetie... god, it's huge... it's coming... " Richard heard Bunni straining as his tongue felt this black master's shithole dilating quickly, "this is it, Richard, here it comes... oh my God! Yes! UNGH!" and with her final push, a fat, disgusting, enormous shitlog slid out of the black man's anus right down Richard's quivering tongue, sliding all the way to the back of his throat. Richard heaved slightly, but he didn't throw up, to his own amazement.

"Oh my god, I don't think I've every laid such a huge loaf!" Bunni marveled at her own excremental efforts," it's still coming, Richard! My GOD!"

The black man's log kept coming, too. It shoved itself further back into Richard's throat then hit the back where it had to stop. Richard realized he had to chew if he was going to prevent himself from choking on the shit. But, before he could, the black man pulled his familiar maneuver of tilting Richard's head just right and positioning himself over him at just the right angle... to send the shit straight down Richard's already-broken-in gullet as if it was a massive cock made of shit! Richard consumed the huge, endless shitlog right down into his gut... without even chewing it! He was being turned into a human toilet, and his digestive system was being turned into nothing more than a sewer for this dominant, irresistible black God!

With a loud, wet "plop", Richard heard Bunni's log finally break off and fall into the toilet water.

"Eww, I splashed up some pee and poo on my little, clean bum, Richie!" Bunni squealed, "that's so disgust- oh! Oh shit! Oh, shit, Richard, there's more! I'm going to shit more! I think this local food is shooting right through me! Oh FUCK!"

As Bunni expelled more shit, the black man's just kept coming non-stop. Richard was aware of its heat and texture as it slid across his tongue, coating it in a thick, vile layer of pure shit from deep within this black man's intestines. He didn't even think about how sick he could get eating shit from this man. It was a moot point, he was HIS toilet and he would just have to accept that. The shit just kept coming, kept snaking down deep into him, settling in his increasingly full stomach.

Richard had had only a cup of orange juice and a muffin for breakfast and had slept through lunch, so his stomach had started this ordeal completely empty... but now it was packed FULL of this black bastard's cum, piss and, now, inhuman, merciless load of SHIT. 100% pure, Grade-A black man's filthy, nasty, dense SHIT. His belly was getting noticeably distended now and the crap was packing itself thicker and thicker into his gut, compacting and weighing him down. "FUCK," Richard thought to himself, "that must be 20 goddamn pounds of shit in me!!!"

Bunni, for her part, kept farting, shitting and moaning as she shat herself empty, frigging her swollen clit desperately.

Finally, Richard could feel his stomach was packed full; it simply couldn't take any more shit. The crap started backing up and packing in up his esophagus, up his throat and finally the shit could no longer get past his mouth. Not that this stopped the black man from continuing to shit, of course. He couldn't have cared less whether Richard could take it all or not.

The shit kept coming and now filled Richard's mouth to the brim. His cheeks bulged as the shit packed tight in his mouth and shoved itself into any empty crevice it could find. Finally, when the shit had stopped, Richard's cheeks bulged out obscenely like a chipmunk's!

After the black man finally stood up and let Richard's head go, Richard turned and saw himself in the mirror built into one wall of the shower. He was shocked at what he saw. There he sat, on red, sore knees, his tiny pecker lost beneath his now totally bulging gut - it looked like those starving African kid's bellies you see in those guilt-trip commercials about hunger in Africa... and, looking up a his face, he saw his mouth, lips stretched to their limits around a massive log of shit sticking straight out of his turd-packed mouth... He'd try to chew and swallow the load so his mouth would be clear, but there was simply nowhere to put the shit... he was packed FULL.

Richard could see the black man in the mirror, behind him, enjoying his handiwork. He was grinning broadly, stroking his enormous black cock, which was, astoundingly, getting fully erect again already! Richard looked back at himself in the mirror. He saw himself with a kind of detached objectiveness. His bulging cheeks reminded him of pictures he'd seen of that trumpet player - that black one you always see pictures of... Louis Armstrong was it?

Richard was snapped out of his train of thought by the sound of the toilet flushing. He froze as he heard Bunni cry out "Oh, no, I think I backed it up! Fuck! Where's the plunger?! Where's the fucking plunger?!" He heard Bunni throwing open cabinets desperately trying to find the plunger while the toilet overflowed.

"There you are, you fuckin' piece of shit!" she cursed at the plunger. Just then, from behind Richard, he felt the black man's large, powerful hands on his hips! The black monster yanked him up roughly and with no effort at all. He grabbed Richard's head by the hair and violently shoved the faggot forward so that his face was planted in the mirror. As he saw the black man maneuver his massive tool between his creamy white asscheeks, he knew he had not thought of one last, awful way this monster of a man could abuse him.

He sobbed softly as he gave himself into his fate and, as he heard his wife shove the plunger into the clogged toilet, the black beast rammed his fully erect, rock- hard behemoth of a COCK straight up his virgin asshole! There was no gentle, slow accustoming to the girth for his poor asshole, Richard realized as he screamed silently into the shit packed in his mouth - the blinding, searing pain of his ass being torn apart nearly knocked him out... but, mercilessly, consciousness would not let him go.

The savagery of the world-class prison-rape animalistic sodomizing Richard was being given mirrored the violence of Bunni's plunging. She cursed like a sailor as she violently rammed the plunger into the toilet, trying in vain to get her huge shitload to go down.

"MotherfuckingShitYouFuckingGoddamnFUCKER! Take it, you piece of shit! FUCK YOU!!!!" She screamed as she desperately tried to stop the overflowing toilet, "You FUCKING TAKE THAT SHIT, DAMMIT! ARRRGH!!!! OPEN UP AND TAKE IT, YOU WHITE PIECE OF SHIT!" She bellowed beating the porcelain chamber savagely with the plunger. And with each swear, the black beast assaulting Richard's rectum rammed his oversized, veiny, thick nigger-cock deep into Richard's poor, abused bowels.

Richard didn't notice when Bunni's curses stopped and the toilet stopped overflowing. He couldn't be blamed, of course, having fourteen inches of black meat slamming in and out of your ass at 140 beats per minute tends to distract you a bit. He didn't hear Bunni ask him what that slapping sound was, asking him if he was masturbating in there... he didn't hear her open the curtain... he didn't hear her until he was staring at the savage ass-impaling being inflicted upon her husband's tight white ass.

"WHAT THE FUCK!??!!?!" she cried out as she gazed down at the incredible, unbelievably huge black tool plunging the depths of her husband's bowels. She looked up and saw his face in the mirror at the same time that he opened his eyes, in shock, and saw her! Their eyes met - shock and awe in her eyes, mortal fear and shame in his. She saw his mouth bulging with shit, packed to the brim with what she realized was this black Adonis' god-awful crap!

The black man didn't stop, but he slowed down and turned his head and looked right into Bunni's eyes, giving her the same free-will-dissolving stare that he had used on Richard when he first came into the shower what seemed like an eternity ago. He continued to take long, laborious, deliberate strokes all the way in and out of Richard's asshole.

Bunni's gaze drifted down to the awesome spectacle below and watched in amazement as Richard's small, flat ass opened wide to take the full length and girth of the black giant's incredible ebony prick. She couldn't believe what she was seeing... and, unconsciously, almost automatically, her left hand slid down between her quivering thighs and she began fingering herself in time with the black man's thrusts.

Her other hand found his firm, muscled ass and she groaned in perverse pleasure as she felt it's powerful muscles flexing and working that horse-sized donkey dick into her husband's poor, white ass. She gazed back up at the black man and he grabbed her by the back of her head with the hand that wasn't holding Richard's head against the mirror. He pulled her face to his and shoved his tongue down her throat as he resumed "ramming speed" on Richard's ass!

She took his tongue ravenously and kissed him deeply and with such passion that Richard knew he had lost her forever. She moaned and writhed and groaned with such animalistic passion that Richard didn't recognize her. Gone was his innocent, naive young teenage bride. She was now a sex animal, like the black man, living only for the orgasm.

As the black bastard deep-kissed his wife and she furiously fingered herself to the accelerating rhythm of his anal assault, Richard felt something strange building up deep inside him... at first he didn't recognize it, but then, with a helpless horror, he knew what it was. He was going to cum. Here, in his own overpriced bungalow in paradise, with a gut full of some black rapist's cum, piss and shit, with a fourteen-inch cock violating his virgin asshole and with his horny, perverted wife masturbating to the whole, lurid scene... he was going to cum!

The black man groaned first - it was the first sound Richard had heard him make and it was a low, rumbling sound, like distant thunder. He groaned and moaned, each time into Bunni's voracious mouth, and she moaned back, enthralled in her own whorish delight. Then, as he plunged his cock to it's ultimate depth inside Richard's defenseless intestines, he held it there, released Bunni's head, grabbed Richard's legs under the knees with both hands and pulled Richard's knees up to his chest, LIFTING the white shit-ka-bob right off the ground, holding him up in the air mainly with his tremendous black cock of steel skewering the writhing faggot.

Then the black man screamed - no, ROARED in primal ecstasy as he unloaded his beastly black semen in a torrent into Richard's guts - this time from the other end. Richard couldn't fight it any longer - the otherworldly sensation of the hot, throbbing black horse-cock pushing against his sensitive prostate with each enormous ejaculation of nigger seed was too much to bear... he, too, jerked and came - his paltry, thin drops of semen simply dribbling out of the tiny head of his mini-dick, running down his shriveled balls. He never even touched himself. It was a pure, natural, absolute faggot orgasm, his first of many to come.

Bunni, seeing her husband's ultimate surrender to this black beast raping him, screamed and came harder and louder than she had ever come before. She lost her legs and fell to the floor, writhing and orgasming uncontrollably, gazing up at the two men above her entwined in their primitive, savage sex act. The contrast of the huge, black, muscled, tall domineering male totally and completely subjugating and humiliating the lesser male, putting him in his rightful place. She came like she had never come in her life.


Epilogue I

It took Richard four days to finally swallow and digest all of the shit Luke had packed into his gut, throat and mouth. And, by then, his ass was so sore and gaping that he welcomed the savage mouth-raping Luke gave him after ass-fucking his wife for the 100th time. Both he and Bunni had become expert cocksuckers and anal whores in the past few days.

And Bunni was a willing, no - eager participant in it all. She caught every disgusting, vile, obscene act on film with the digital camera and compact digital video camera they had spent thousands of dollars on right before this vacation. Richard had hoped to get some sexy pictorial souvenirs from this vacation, but this was not quite what he had in mind in the camera shop.

For the rest of the vacation Luke stayed with them in the bungalow. Richard served as a complete human toilet for not only Luke, but for his wife and even himself. With the toilet still backed up, Richard was made to shit into a bowl and piss into a bottle, then eat and drink it back down while it was still hot. He never had another normal meal the whole time. Even if Luke & Bunni hadn't left him tied to the toilet every time they went out, he wouldn't have had any room in his belly to eat real food - the piss and shit of three people was more than enough to keep him stuffed around the clock.


Epilogue II

It has been six months since the white couple had encountered Luke and had their black cock slavery awakening. Their lives have completely changed. Luke now lives with them in their mansion and is the undisputed master of the house.

The legal papers sit on Luke's washboard abs, waiting for Richard to sign them. Bunni had threatened Richard with blackmail if he didn't agree to sign over all of his assets and holdings to Luke, permanently. If Richard didn't sign, she'd release the hundreds of hours of videos she's made and the thousands of pictures she'd taken to his family, associates and even the Internet.

Richard sighs as he realizes he has no choice and signs all his life's work away in a single signature. Bunni takes the paper and grins evilly, showing it to Luke, who is quite pleased, himself, having instantly become a multi-millionaire with a fully staffed mansion on a grand estate with 10 luxury cars and investments to last generations.

"Let's seal this deal with a kiss," Bunni says as she grabs Richard by the hair and shoves his mouth down on Luke's flaccid but sizable cock lying casually across his thigh.

"What a fuckin' faggot," Luke sneers as Richard dutifully gets to work sucking him off.

"Yes," Bunni nods, "yes he is," and sighs as she settles in Luke's muscular arms, caressing his broad, massive black chest and drifts off to sweet slumber as her husband sucks the colossal ebony cock of her lover. After Luke comes and pisses down Richard's throat yet again, he too falls asleep, snoring loudly.

As Richard rests his head on Luke's muscular stomach, still suckling his master's big, black feeding tube, he realizes he's completely dependant on them, now, for his sustenance and well-being. If he left, he'd not only be humiliated in front of the world, he'd be penniless and homeless with nobody to turn to! Like it or not, he's going to be their human toilet and faggot cockslave for the rest of his life and he's going to *have* to live off their cum, piss and shit. He simply has no choice...

After all, beggars can't be choosers.

Then Richard, too, drifts off to sissy toilet dreamland with Luke's flaccid but still sizable cock filling his white faggot mouth, content to be in his natural place.

The End... and The Beginning


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    2 years ago
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    3 years ago
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