We made it to the final installment of Cherry! You may want to read the other two first… I am working on a few more. Finding time is difficult, but I really like sharing my dirty thoughts with you all! Of course this story has no person under the age of eighteen. Thanks for the comments, I like the bad ones the best… makes me happy that I made you sick! That is what I was going for!
Cherry 3
My dream was so real. Big black cocks, thousands of them, dripping cum. I was surrounded by them, dressed as a woman with huge tits. Sucking them, fucking them, worshipping them! I was a slut for cock! Not just any cock, Big Black Cock!
The revelation made my eyes snap open. The first thing I noticed was that I was no longer restrained. The second was my head was in some sort of hazy fog; it was difficult to form thoughts. The final thing I noticed was that I had company in the large queen bed. Drake was cuddled up behind me, his large arm held me close. Feeling his heartbeat, his musk filled my nostrils. His big cock growing, against the cheeks of my ass. He stirred, which allowed his cock to align with my ass crack. It split my cheeks apart with its thickness. Without realizing it, my hips pushed backwards against him. His shaft throbbed against my well used anus. I moaned! I reached back to fondle it. It was so very big in my tiny hands with painted nails. The contrast of our bodies and the meat size of him was so sexy, alluring!
I honestly couldn’t believe what I was doing, without being forced. I was making his cock hard for me. As I pondered what was making me do such a thing, Drake spoke against my ear. He whispered sexily in my ear, “Cherry, you be a good girl and take care of Daddy’s morning wood.” I moved without thought, almost as if I was a robot. As Drake rolled onto his back, I turned to his big ripped chest and licked his nipples. All the while, I teased his beautiful cock, kissing his hard abs as I descended. I bathed his shaft with my tongue, licking it up and down. Tickling his mushroom head until it all was coated in saliva, I opened wide and swallowed him in my throat on the first try. As I pulled it out, I felt the veins of the shaft on my tongue, as my new piercing was dancing its way up its new toy. At the first sign of precum, I opened wide and swallowed his cock again like I was starving, and it was all I had. His deep moan told me that he enjoyed my blow job. I began to worship his shaft. Swallowing it into my throat over and over. I was coaxing his load out like I’d been sucking cock all my life. In my head, I was trying to fight the urge to suck and fuck this beautiful cock. The drug was changing me; addicting me to black cock.
I was shocked at myself, but I wanted his cock in my ass again. I couldn’t stop myself. The first taste of precum had my saliva glands working overtime. My hungry mouth bathing it, so it could slide into my cock milker. Ha! That’s what he called my throat.
“Cherry, you are a great cocksucker!” His hand now on the back of my head, as I continued to swallow the abundance of saliva; the action literally milked him. It aroused me to worship his cock! Eight minutes later his milk was making its way to my stomach.
“Easy Cherry,” Turner said from out of sight. “There is going to be a total of twelve big black cocks here tonight.” My cock still locked in chastity twitched at his statement.
I turned to the voice, my lips glazed with saliva and cum. You speak of the devil and he appears! Turner standing at the opened door walked in, naked. Catching me willingly sucking and cleaning Drake’s cock, my eyes watched his thick rod. He laid down. He didn’t even have to say anything. I finished what I was doing with Drake, kissing his cock.Then Turner’s cock took its place. Turner’s cock was thicker and bigger than Drake’s. I felt it stretching my throat so I could slide it all in. It made me so hot! Using no hands, I worked his cock in and out, to get his delicious load. I was feverish...like I needed his load just to live. I worked his cock in deep, teasing him, pulling almost all the way out, just so he could feel me swallow it over and over. His hand quickly stopped my tease, putting the cock milker back to work. Nine minutes later I was swallowing my second load of cum that morning.
I wondered what in me had changed. I was desperate to do what I did. I wanted more cock. I was a slut for the big cocks. I tried to imagine a dozen big, thick, throbbing, black cocks filling me. I felt my anus get tight as arousal began to fill me. Wendy then entered the room. She grabbed my hand, pulled me from the bed and out the door. She was wearing a silk see thru robe. She pulled me off her husband's cock saying, “Sorry guys, but we girls need time to get ready for our special night. Speaking of girls, Turner, don't you have a girl you need to get?” We left the room; she didn’t expect an answer.
High heels and stay up stockings were the only clothes I still had on my body. The question she asked Turner bounced around in my head. Then I remembered my wife was going to get gangbanged in front of me. In fact, she will see me used, too. She will see how big of a cum slut I’ve become. Turned on by the events of the morning, Wendy easily guided me through the same beautification ritual. She added an inch to my nails and gave me a pedicure this time, painting my fingers and toes hot pink!
After they dried, we ate. I was eating like I’ve never eaten before. Washing it down with the contents of the cup tasting stronger today than the others. “You see sugar,” speaking as she was finishing her meal, “ You already are a black cock whore. Your pretty little wife is going to be introduced to black cock in just a little while.” The last statement she made only fueled the fire inside me. I pictured it happening as cum dripped from my cage. “You little slut! Bet you can’t wait to see your wife have a real orgasam,” she said, knowing I couldn’t have pleased her with my small penis. I was succumbing to her feminization of me.
The flow of the routine, verbal and sexual abuse, it was getting me off! I acted as if I needed it to be said, just to achieve an orgasam. Now cleaned inside and out, still very hairless, make-up, tits, wig and dressed. The process seemed to fly by. Her dominant sexy abuse made me hot. Then I came! She giggled a bit as she watched it flow out the tube that has been inside me, not really feeling it, as I grew accustomed to being in chastity. I was reminded over and over, it was no bigger than a clit. She quickly cleaned up my mess with her fingers and then made me eat it. The third load of cum I now had in me was mine.
Today’s outfit really had me blushing and excited. I was looking like Victoria's Secret lingerie model. Sexy light pink lace adorned my body. It hid nothing, looking like a robe of sorts. The hot pink lace made me look hot. Wendy managed to tuck my penis away. Using a necklace chain, she
attached to the cage; she pulled it out of sight and it rested uncomfortably between my legs. That caused me to step a bit bowlegged, giving me a swagger that screamed I need to be fucked! If I hadn’t known better, I swear I was looking at a girl. I had no masculine qualities at all. Pink stiletto heels. God, I looked hot! Wendy’s feminization of me continued all during the process. I was blushing and turned on. A hot pink corset was the final addition. Tightly as she could pull the strings, she cinched me, giving me hips that flared out, making my tits seem way too big.
A wolf whistle demanded my attention... it was Drake. He was wearing a leather sleeveless vest and leather shorts, that showcased his cock. He looked like a god. My mouth instantly watered and I needed that cock in my throat again. “Damn Cherry,” his voice was so deep and sexy. “You're going to be the belle of the ball tonight. You look hot!” His compliment made me blush and giggle… “I wanted to update you on what is happening over your house. Turner has been there for two and a half hours. He said he would tape it all, so you can watch it over and over while you're blowing him.” Drake’s deep laugh filled the bathroom. Then he left. That left the vision in my head of my wife’s legs and arms wrapped around that big cocked man, as she rode herself to orgasam.
Wendy said, “Your wife won’t ever be the same. You know how that man fucks... can you almost see that thick cock splitting that tight pussy open?” Letting out a little laugh, “She is probably begging for Turner to fuck her harder, just like you Cherry. She’s going to have to get her own big cock, I’m sure she will find one tonight.” Her last statement made me realize my whole life was going to change. A cuckold sissy husband with a black boyfriend, and a wife addicted to BBC. It made me weak.
Wendy handed me another full glass. I didn’t even hesitate; I gulped it all down. The doorbell rang. Wendy rushed to put the finishing touches on me. Then she quickly inserted a large anal plug in my asshole.
A stampede of footsteps down the staircase sounding like a drum roll, stole my attention. Three big black guys were now standing in front of me, accompanied by Drake. All of the guys wore leather, were well muscled, and gorgeous. I was introduced to Issac first. He was a bit thinner than the rest of the guys, but his leather shorts were stuffed full. I looked at his bulge lustfully. I was fucking on fire! I wanted to rip off the loin cloth and start getting fucked. I was pulled away by the next introduction. Rodney had arms that were huge! Like he lifted houses for a living! I could smell his musk, as my cock twitched in its cage. After Rodney kissed my hand, he introduced me to Marcus.
Oh my god, this was four guys! Turner would make the fifth! There were seven more on the way! I was trembling with lust. Marcus kissed me; his tongue explored my mouth. He was making me pant, as he roughly greeted me. Wendy then pulled me upstairs. I managed the stairs the best I could in heels. Before topping the flight, Wendy said, “Just off to get refreshments for you gentlemen.”
Wendy handed me a serving tray with two gallons of Courvoisier, ice, and glasses. I managed to get back downstairs to start serving the guests. Rodney grabbed my ass after I filled his glass. I was pouring Issac his drink when he stood and kissed me, making my knees weak! Marcus kissed me after I filled his glass. The room was spinning.
I sauntered over to Drake, handing him a full glass and said, “Here’s your drink, Daddy.” His big smile made me blush. He took the drink, set it aside, and opened his shorts. His cock, even when soft, dwarfed mine. I set the tray drown as demurely as I could, and fell to my knees in front of him. I opened his legs to that beauty of a cock; it was what I was drinking.
God his shaft was thick! I loved having his cock in my mouth. I could feel the others watching; I was on fire. I sucked him until he came in my throat. Four! I was going to have a lot of black cum in and on me, when this was all over! Issac was standing closest to me, as I finished. I slowly ran my hands up the columns he had for legs. Bringing my face forward, I pulled the lace, opening his shorts. I was teasing him. I wanted his hard cock next!
Easing down his shorts, Issac’s thick cock popped out, hitting my nose. God, are all black guys hung? The tip already had a dollop of precum. I eagerly licked it off. It tasted sweet, like pineapple. I just swallowed his cock into my throat. I couldn’t hold back. I was sucking another black cock without being forced. Worshiping it was more like it.
The others watched me, cheering me on and degrading me, all at the same time. They undressed and soon, I had one cock deep in my throat, one in each of my hands. I was trying to please them all, but I lost focus occasionally. Wendy had a paddle and gave my bubble ass a solid whack when I did lose focus. Issac came! The loads of cum were three times what I normally produced. I thought to myself, seven or eight ropes of thick jism cascading down my esophagus, into my belly.
I automatically brought the cock in my left hand to my painted lips. It was Rodney. His cock was even bigger than Turner’s. I moaned a little before engulfing it. Sliding it into my throat, where I could use the cock milker. It felt so natural. I began teasing him, licking the fat shaft that I couldn’t get my fingers around.
The doorbell rang again; footsteps tromping down the stairs again. This time, I also heard the clicking of heels on the stairs. Turner had returned, bringing my wife and three more of his black friends. Now there were eight, and my wife.
“Well, aren’t you just a greedy little sissy cockwhore?” Her words were like daggers, as I sucked Rodney’s cock in and out of my mouth. “Your friend, Turner, has told me all about your weekend, so far. He told me his plans for you as he fucked my tight little pussy to five orgasams. I know why you enjoy his cock!” She laughed, “ If I would of known you were a sissy faggot, I would of cucked you long ago! You are a hot little bitch, aren’t ya?” I felt her nails grab the wig; she slowed me down. Like a marionette, she helped me work the cock in my mouth. Four more guys joined the party in the midst of it all.
Turner was speaking to Drake, and I could overhear the conversation. “We are going to make a fortune with Afro'! Turning white straight guys into submissive, cum guzzling sissies! Then their wives into bbc slut whores, who will easily submit to the power of big black cock. We are going to make millions!” I counted six ropes of cum shooting into my stomach from Rodney’s thick tool. Five loads.
I never met the others, as everyone began to strip while Turner fed me his cock. I could taste my wife’s pussy still on his rod, as I swallowed him down my throat. My wife got naked and joined me on her knees, and we shared his cock. “You like cock don’t you slut?” My wife’s humiliation I wore on my face. I could only nod with Turner’s cock in my mouth. There were black cocks everywhere I looked… I was pulled from Turner’s throbbing member before I could get him to cum. As I was fed another monster cock, I watched my wife take over where I’d left off on Turner. She also had a guy fucking her from behind. I had three cocks in front of me.
I felt so sexy stripping off my g-string for my sexy audience. Wendy finally took my tiny cock out of the chastity device. It looked like a big clit, it shrunk in the cage. I was changed! I felt a fat rod enter my now needy ass, as I worked Drake’s cock in and out my mouth again. I loved his cock! Licking his shaft, I could see Wendy and my wife with three cocks each using their holes. Two more fat cocks waiting there turn to fuck my once demure wife.
As she popped the cock she was sucking out of her mouth, she said to me, “I’ve invited Drake to live with us, so you can have black cock anytime you want. Turner wants to fuck you at least twice a day. I know some guys at my office that have a thing for crossdressing sissies. You will never go without cock! Neither will I!” She smiled as she swallowed Turner’s cock into her throat.
Six hours of constant cock, I was fucked over and over! My wife even used Wendy’s strap on, fucking me better than I fucked her, making me cum. All of the guys came three times, without losing the hardness. Turner was deep in my ass, and Drake deep in my throat. My wife then came up to me and said, “Have fun honey. I’m taking three of these guys over to our house to fuck me proper! You just stay here and enjoy all the cock you want!” Her laughter could be heard all the way out.
I was eventually released from Turner’s basement. I returned every day. Drake is now my live in lover. Love the way he opens my ass and fucks me hard. Both him and my wife are continuing my feminization. I get real tits next week. Turner won’t let me get a sex change.. he likes seeing my little clit get excited when he’s burrying his cock in my ass.
My wife is cuckolding me on a very regular basis; we don’t sleep together anymore.
Drake likes waking up to my morning blowjobs too much. She isn’t sleeping alone either, she got four of Turner's friends to come service her when she needs some. I can’t believe how my life has changed… sorry, I gotta go now, Drake wants to take my ass again...