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ST: I'm Straight (Part 4)I'm Straight. (Interracial oral anal) Part 4If you are u******e to read this, don't.Know your local laws, don't read this if it is i*****l.This is a story - not real-life. Safe sex is not used in this story, butyou should use it in your life. * This is how part 3 ended *I am in the showers for another 5 minutes trying to get my body backinto working order - out of shock. I'm finally able to hobble my way backto the locker room, and get changed. I am walking a little slow, I can feelmy asshole is a little damp I am cinching tightly trying to hold as much ofTrey's precious seed in me, for as long as can.As I am crossing the parking lot I see Trey is sitting in his car hewaves me over. He is smiling a devious, k**-in-a-candy-storesmile. Wordlessly I approach. He is cavalier."Shelia ain't around anymore..." he says emotionlessly referring tothe girlfriend that left him because in his words, she couldn't suck hiscock the way he liked her too. "So, I need a replacement." He is looking mein the eyes. He is spelling out in no uncertain terms what that means forme."Stop by my place after work for a beer." He turns the key, starts hiscar, and drives away.******** I'm Straight - Part 4There was not a moment in the day that I thought about doing anythingbesides what Trey had asked. I had to call Michelle, by beautifulgirlfriend and cancel our plans for the night. It was just dinnertogether. But she understood, when I told her the truth... "Trey and Sheliabroke up and he needs me to be there for him" I used chick talk - it makesthem think you are sensitive.I was so distracted at work, and just thinking about going to Trey'sthat afternoon and what he had planned had me getting erections throughoutthe day. The fact that his semen was trying to leak out of my rectum didn'thelp me to focus much on my work either.A half-hour before I left work I gave Trey a call on his cel. I askedhim if he needed me to bring anything. He told me to pick up some beer, hehad ordered some Chinese delivery, so we wouldn't have to worry abouttaking any breaks in the action. With those words, I swear my assholeliterally palpitated.On the drive to Trey's house I thought about what a disgusting faggotI had become. It boggled my mind, no where in my history, had I so much hadthought about a guys dick like I thought about Trey's - what power did hehave over me, what was making me want to be his bitch, his hole. What wasmaking me want to be below Trey as he was fucking the living shit out ofme? Why was I so willingly and excitedly hurrying off to Trey's house to beused like his bitch?When I got to Trey's house an hour later, he was just coming home froma run... he was shirtless, and his glistening cut body gave me an instanthard-on. And there was my answer, in the flesh. All the thinking about Treyon the way over, I had a hard-on, and seeing him here, shirtless,glistening aroused me all that much more."Hey perfect timing" He smiled easily, "It's like we're so on the samepage..." now stopping and looking me deep in the eyes, "... in tune witheach other, or something."I thought to myself as I flushed with his words, "what a romanticthing to say."Romantic. That's gay. I am getting a full body arousal from Treysaying we are "in tune" with each other. But, I'm straight. I love Michele,I love to have sex with her, the way her eyes roll back and the way shesqueezes the sheets in her hands when she is orgasming.The spell is broken, when Trey notices the full hard-on in my pantsand makes the comment, "damn boy, you can't wait to get on this, can youfaggot?" he gives his cock a good squeeze through his shorts. I blush, Escort weare still on the street in front of his house... a neighbor could see,someone could hear...Trey just laughs a comfortable laugh when he sees me blush, "come on,let's get inside," With a friendly slap on the back. As we are walking upthe walk he is a pace ahead of me now. I can smell Trey. He is prettysweaty, and has worked up a heady scent from his day and from the 45-minuterun he just took.As Trey turns his key and walks through the door he says to me, "Takeof your jacket, grab us two beers, put the rest in the refrigerator andthen get over here and lick the sweat off my balls.."I am a little startled by his lack of subtlety, but I do as he tellsme. I don't question. I am getting to learn my place.When I return to the couch, he has removed his shorts and underwear;they are casually tossed to the side of him on the couch. I hand him hisbeer, I set mine down on the coffee table.I start to remove my tie. "No" he says, "leave your shirt and tie on."I pause, a little confused... "Bitch, lick my fucking balls!" He barksabruptly.I go to my knees in front of Trey, I am immediately hit with his ripe,sweaty smell (stench, stink?). It is repulsive, and yet... there issomething very a****l, very masculine... like the smell of a locker roomfull of athletes. The scent of virility, the scent of manly brio. I havesmelled wafting whiffs of it on my own body on my fingers after I pee atthe gym, and now here it is an inch before my nose, at it's source and I amdrawing grand, deep huffs of it.I notice now, that Trey is watching me, as I drink in his sweaty ballscent. His face says it all, but his words make sure we are bothaware. "You are such a faggot! You have become a cock hungry faggot bitch."He says with disgust... and yet... he has made me this way and there is atinge of pride in his voice.He slaps me. Abrupt, sudden, stinging. "you're not here to sniff them,you are here to clean them, now get to it." He says, grabbing my head inboth hands drawing my face to his lap, and to my first taste of ballsweat. His legs spread wide now, he is guiding me deep, I am licking hisballs, the space between his balls and legs, below his balls, the base ofhis cock.He lifts his legs and jams my head down to his ass, and I almostretch, he wants me to lick his ass I think, I am learning not to say no, Iresist a little and he literally jams my head with both hands into thecrevice of his ass. I am licking. The taste is different, spicy, hard todescribe, and I am feeling pretty degraded and humiliated, when the doorbell rings.Not missing a beat, Trey stands shoving me backwards, I tumble to thefloor. I am looking at a very aroused Trey standing over me, "It's thefood," he explains, "get the door, pay for the food, put it on the coffeetable, then come into the bedroom, we'll get to the food in a awhile."I do as he says. The Chinese food delivery guy looks at me funny, Irealize as I pass a mirror in the hallway, I am looking all the whore I am,disheveled, hair mussed, spittle covering my face, and even some straypubes plastered to my cheek.I guess I take to long and Trey is soon commanding me to hurry mywhite-whore-ass up.He is standing next to the bed. Trey instructs me "Lay down on the bedface up, head off the end of the bed. It's time we open up that throat ofyours bitch."I am very scared now. It is one thing taking that huge monster slab ofmeat up my ass. When he fucks me I can tune out a little if the pain getstoo much. I can go somewhere else if I need to as he is hammering away atmy ass. But now he is going to be fucking my face, I realize there will beno tuning out, Escort Bayan there will be no dissociation, it is going to be my head, mythroat, my face my skull he is going to fuck now.I am very afraid now. "Trey... I..." I begin to say, trying to findthe words that will get me out of this, but Trey is on me... fast.He grabs the front of my shirt and literally throws me, flipping me tothe bed in the position he had told me he wanted me. My fear is palpable,my erection gone, this is not going to be pleasant at all, Trey ismad. Trey is horny. Trey knows I can do nothing to resist him, it's notLike I can go to the authorities and cry assault, or... or... ****. So heis gonna **** me. And he is going to be as rough as he damn well wants tobe.My erection is gone; Trey's is harder than it has ever been. I amlying, face up, my head off the end of the bed, Trey's massive donkey dongis inches from my mouth, my mouth is open and ready, waiting for theonslaught. I know it will be worse if I resist, I am trying not to.Trey, stands over me. He aims his dick at my mouth. He rubs the tip ofit against my lips. Precome smears my lips, he squeezes his dick, drawingmore precome out the length of it, dripping several drops into my mouth,then he pulls up and drips the last two drops in my eye...It stings my eye. He lets out a low chuckle. "oh this is so fuckingdegrading" I think to myself. I am looking up at Trey now through one eye,he has such the look of superiority."You want this?" he asks, I pause. "just please..." Slap. I am goingto say, just please take it slow, but he slaps my face hard cutting me off."DO YOU WANT THIS?" he asks much, much more forcefully. I pauseagain... SLAP."ANSWER ME, BITCH!" SLAP, SLAP, another couple slaps, one on each sideof the face."Yes!" I say finally."Yes, what?" he asks more calmly."YES, I want this, I want to suck your dick, Please Trey, Let me suckyour dick," A pause, "Please, please Trey, please let me try to suck yourdick all the way Trey, Make me suck your dick deeper than anyone has eversucked it before. Make your white pussy bitch deep throat your big blackcock!""YOU GOT IT BITCH!" one of his hands is cradling my chin and the sideof my face the other has a light grip around my throat. He pushes his cockinto my mouth and does not stop pushing, I know somewhere in my body that Ineed to relax. But, he keeps pushing, and now I am gagging, and he keepspushing, and I am gagging around the helmet tip of his cock, and he keepsgoing in. With his balls seated against the bridge of my nose, I amconvulsing, dying, smothering, panicking to get away from him, to drawbreath, to get his huge dong out of my throat so I can throw-up, but, he isholding me down, holding my throat open with his cock, holding the vomitin... and miraculously, I am able to relax and the moment passes, he drawshis cock out.I am sputtering and retching and coughing. And he laughs again. Ok,now, you did it, remember how that felt and lets just keep doing it tillyou can take it all, all the way in. you know what you need to do to relaxand take it, now lets keep doing it till you can take it all the way in.I am finally able to relax and stop coughing and gagging, so he placesjust the first few inches in my mouth, and starts fucking that slowly inand out of my mouth, he is saying a litany of encouraging words to me,"that's it bitch, take it in, open up for me, use your tongue, oh yeah,just like that, good bitch, good cock sucker..."He keeps up a good steady pace. And he starts going just a littledeeper each time, and soon, I know what is coming, and I have time now, Iknow I need to open up and relax... but...His Cock is so Bayan Escort fucking big, and my throat has never had any sized cockin it before and just as he starts hitting my gag button in the back of mythroat, the retch reflex kicks in, and he has to stop. I recover and helooks at me disappointed.SLAP, SLAP. "Bitch, you ain't trying very hard.. You need to open up -I am gonna fuck your throat today, and you are going to open up your throatfor me to fuck your throat, is that clear?" he yells angrily at me, andthen two more hard slaps. SLAP, SLAP"Yes Sir, I am trying sir, please don't be impatient with me sir, Iwill try harder"."Let's try again, now." He says with frustrated patience. Pushing hiscock back into my mouth now, setting up the slow rhythm, setting the paceand again slowly a little deeper and a little deeper and a little deepereach time, and now it seems like I am more eager to please."oh, that's it cock-sucker, yeah, take it bitch, oh yeah..." he issaying. And now he is deeper, and he goes past my retch button a few timesand I let it pass, and now he pulls all the way out."Oh that's good, bitch!" now he pushes in to the same depth, and Itake it. And now all the way out, there is spittle and precome and sticky,frothy saliva covering my face and his cock. And now his cock is back in mymouth... deeper, deeper... bottoming out... and now he pulls it back out. Iam panting heavily now, grasping and gasping at breath when he is notblocking my throat with his fucking.Back in deep suddenly, and he is holding it, I am struggling to stayrelaxed, it is hard."Oh, there it is faggot. Your gonna be a good cock sucker. Trey madeturned you out, bitch, you like sucking this cock... you ready for a fullmouth of my jizz, bitch?"oh shit, I think. I inventory my situation just as Trey is bottomingout in my throat. I am being skull-fucked by a huge black mother-fuckingcock - all the way in all the way out - and I haven't thought about himcumming. Of course he is gonna want to cum in my mouth, he is gonna want meto swallow.All the way in all the way out, Trey is deep-dicking my face now. I amstaying relaxed, and he is getting faster now, he is building in momentum,and fervor and force."Oh, Bitch... oh bitch... you ready for it bitch?... You ready,bitch?... You are gonna swallow my cum bitch!..." and he is gone nowcompletely a****l, and I am feeling my throat is being rubbed raw. It isopen for his hammering.And now I feel his muscles start to tighten, I can hear it in hisbreathing and he is there, "take my cum bitch, take it, Take IT, TAKE IT!!"And I am swallowing, even without tasting it yet, I start to swallow,and now I taste it, and it is his cum, and I am swallowing Treys cum, hisball juice, his baby making batter, and he is holding it still now deep inmy throat, I am feeling it pump out of his cock straight into mygullet. Explosion after explosion, after explosion... he is pumping andpumping and pumping his spewing cock in to my throat. And just as I amgetting desperate for air, he stops, and slowly pulls out.I am gasping huge violent gasps for air. It takes me 15 minutes torecover my breathing, in that time, Trey has recovered, and gone into theliving room turned on the tv, and started eating his meal.I eventually follow him. He laughs when he sees me. You are gonna needto pick up a new shirt and tie before you go to work tomorrow... I see thathave spittle stains all down the front of me. He laughs again and tells meit's cool to take them off before round two.I try to answer him, but my voice is shot, maybe something to do withthe condition of my throat - and the way a huge black cock has been rubbingit raw for the last 40 minutes or so. I merely croak out somethingindecipherable.This makes Trey Laugh out loud - a loud boisterous laugh - "Bitchcan't speak! I fucked her throat raw!" and between guffaws, " looks likeround 2 is gonna have to be bitches ass!"