Black is Better Ch. 02

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WARNING: I tend to use the “n-word” in my stories a lot. If you can’t handle reading that, then please leave.

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The next morning I woke up in such a daze. I had my doubts about whether that threesome last night had even happened. Perhaps this was all just a horrible dream.

All those hopes were crushed when I walked downstairs to see Tyrone standing naked in my kitchen, with his arms around Jessica. I barely even noticed that my wife was also naked. My eyes had a hard time looking at anything besides that plump, veiny cock of his.

“Good morning, faggot. I bet your hungry for some breakfast, aren’t you?” Tyrone let out a chuckle as he grabbed at his huge, hanging nutsack.

“Ugh…sure, Tyrone. Actually why don’t I let you relieve some of that stress on me with any hole you want.” I bent over and pulled my ass cheeks apart. I could feel how abused and stretched out it was. Just from sliding a couple fingers over my hole, I knew my hole must have been a couple inches wide in diameter. I guess Tyrone was right…my body will never be the same.

“Oh, shit! You really are a hungry faggot, aren’t you white boy? Yeah…I guess I have some time to split that white ass open again before I have to leave for school. Meet me in the bedroom in a couple minutes, whore. Don’t keep me waiting, or I’ll be taking out all my anger on your face.”

“Of course, Tyrone. I’ll be up as soon as possible.” I said with the most convincing voice. As Tyrone made it fully up the stairs, I ran over to Jessica as quickly as I could. “We have to get out of here now. We’ve got to call the cops or something.” My heart was racing so fast, I didn’t even notice Jessica’s confused look.

“What are you talking about, Jon? Things have never been better. I finally found something that makes me happy. I…I thought that’s what this was all about. I thought you wanted to make me happy again.” She looked at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes she could. She seemed so confused as to why I would object to all this.

“At least take a morning after pill soon. We can’t take any chances. That psychopath might have gotten you pregnant.” My arms were trembling as I held her as tightly as I could.

“You really don’t understand, do you Jon? This is what I need to be happy again. Ever since we hired Tyrone as a pool boy months ago, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about it. Every day I would look out the window and see his glistening, chiseled body by the pool. Something…came over me. I became weak in the knees.”

As much as I hated to admit it, I knew exactly what Jessica meant; just being in the same room as Tyrone made me feel weak and powerless. “I…I need a nigger baby to be happy again.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I grabbed Jessica even tighter. “Are you out of your mind? You already have a son…Zach.”

“You know what I mean, Jon; A REAL son. You know full well that Zach can’t compare to any offspring Tyrone would make.” Once again, as much as I hated to admit it…I knew what she meant. Even though I love my only son more than anything…Zach loses to Tyrone in every single category. Tyrone is bigger, better, smarter, and stronger than any son of mine could ever be.

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing, Jessica. I…I won’t let you do this to our family. I’ve had it up to here. I’m calling the cops and telling them that some black kid broke in and is threatening us.” I ran as quickly as I could over to the phone.

“Oh, Jon, I wish you would have just cooperated. I really hate to have to do this…but I can’t let you ruin my chances of finally being happy.” She turned her head towards the stairs and shouted, “Master, you better get down here. Jon is trying to call the cops.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Not only did Jessica take Tyrone’s side on this matter…but she also called him ‘Master’. How long could this have been going on for? Within a few seconds I heard thundering footsteps upstairs. The next thing I know, Tyrone was practically flying down the stairs as fast as he could, his cock flapping back and forth with every step.

There was no smirk on his face. Nothing seemed lighthearted about him anymore. The only look he had was of pure hate and anger. He grabbed the phone out of my hands and put it back down on the receiver. Within an instant, those hands left the phone and clamped tight around my neck.

“You just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” Tyrone’s grip was getting tighter and tighter around my neck. “I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson, you worthless piece of shit.” With that final word, Tyrone made a fist in his one hand as hard as he could. Before I knew it, that fist was flying right towards my face. I was thrown down so quick I almost couldn’t even remember my name for a second.

“I wonder how many times I’m gonna have to beat you until you learn to serve naturally superior niggers.” He threw another punch so hard that a little blood flew out of my mouth. “You know…maybe I’ll knock all of your teeth casino oyna out. That way you can give my nigger cock a nice gum job.”

With those words, Tyrone threw one final punch that just about ended my life. I could feel my consciousness slipping away. I knew I wouldn’t be able to live through another punch from this massive boy. I had to do whatever he wanted…my life depended on it.

“Ugh…I-I’m sorry, Tyrone.” I barely slurred those words out of my bloody mouth.

“Don’t you fucking call me that. I’m the man of this house now. Call me ‘Master’.” He now had his hands pressed against his hips. That arrogant little smirk finally returned to his face. As much as I hated it, I had to do everything I could to keep him happy. I probably already had a concussion; I couldn’t risk getting hit again.

“S-Sorry, Master. Master, sir, please don’t hurt me anymore. I swear I have learned my lesson, M-Master. I’ll do anything you ask of me.” I could barely keep my head up as I lay on the floor.

“Anything, huh? I’ve got just the job for you, bitch boy. Get on your knees and open that abused mouth of yours.” I knew what was coming now. This time it wasn’t going to be so bad. If I could take a couple hours of face fucking last night, then I’d be fine now.

“Of course, Master…ugh…this piece of shit slave would love to taste your…superior nigger cock.” Every word I spoke hurt me more and more. I knew my mouth would be sore from those punches for weeks. But I had to continue on and keep up the charade so he wouldn’t get angry and violent again.

“As sweet as that sounds, faggot…you won’t be tasting this god-like nigger cock today. Instead, you’ll get something reserved for only the most worthless of white slaves…” He turned around to face away from me. Then, Tyrone bent over, grabbed his butt cheeks with his two hands, and pulled them apart.

Revealed was the tightest little black butthole I could imagine a man to have. It looked quite nice, to be honest. I had never seen a black asshole before…but for some reason they just look better than any white assholes I had seen. “You get the pleasure of cleaning your Master’s asshole, white boy.”

“Oh…ugh…I’ll go get a towel, Master.” I went to stand up, but was stunned in place by Tyrone’s answer.

“You won’t need a towel. I believe that faggot tongue of yours will do just fine.” I was shocked. Sucking his cock was one thing…but this was disgusting. Even though his asshole did look surprisingly clean, there was the principal of the matter. I may be this boy’s slave…but I’m not his personal toilet. Tyrone must have noticed my hesitation.

“I figured you’d be hungry again by now. I saw how much my loads filled you up last night. You know…you get the same feeling from my asshole, I’ve been told.” Tyrone knew exactly what he was doing. He knew full well that I was starving…and after last night I think it’s gonna be hard to truly become full by anything else from now on.

Without a word, I had to see if what he was saying was true. I would do anything for that ‘full’ feeling again. I gently placed my tongue against his puckered, tight butthole. As soon as Tyrone felt my tongue there, he forced his body back towards my face. He made sure I got a big hit of his ass in my face and mouth.

“Come on already, faggot. I haven’t got all day. Spit shine this nigger ass already.” Before Tyrone even finished his sentence, that feeling began to come back. Something about the sweat and juices around Tyrone’s asshole made me feel so full and content. I knew I couldn’t leave for work without filling myself up with Tyrone’s sweet ass sweat.

I rammed my head as hard as I could into Tyrone’s ass crack. Just breathing in his man stink was intoxicating. The more I licked and sucked on his butthole, the more ‘full’ I felt. It was almost like my body…needed Tyrone in order to function properly. I licked like my life depended on it.

At one point I think I even slapped my face between his cheeks and motorboated his sweet ass till I got dizzy. Through all the moaning and groaning, Tyrone happened to look up at Jessica. He must have been surprised to see her sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, fingering her pussy as hard as she could.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful, you fucking whore. Get that mouth over here and we’ll see if we can’t make both of you full. Jessica hopped up the second she heard those words. She dropped to her knees and even pried her mouth open as far as she could with her hands.

“Please, Master, have your way with me. This mindless whore is so hungry, she’ll do anything for your thick, superior nigger cum.” The way Jessica rode herself down and degraded herself must have made Tyrone really hot, because he grabbed Jessica by the throat and started pumping her mouth harder than I’ve ever seen him do it before.

I noticed the harder I licked and tongue fucked his butthole…the harder he rammed his cock in my wife’s mouth. I noticed a smile of pure bliss on her face every time he picked canlı casino up the pace and throat fucked her faster. I knew I had to do whatever it takes to make Jessica happy. Even if I don’t like it…it’s my job to make her happy.

Knowing that, I rammed by tongue as hard as I could right into his puckered butthole. Tyrone’s eyes opened really wide, and he started pumping Jessica’s mouth ridiculously fast. Throngs of spit and precum were flying out of her mouth with every thrust of Tyrone’s cock. Her entire chest and front section was covered in sticky spit and drool. After about 30 minutes, Tyrone checked his watch.

“Well…it’s about time that I leave for school. Which one of you is the hungriest?” Tyrone pulled his massive 14 inch cock out of my wife’s throat and held it in his hand, in front of us both. It was throbbing uncontrollably; almost as if it had a mind of its own. I was so preoccupied by his giant, veiny cock that I forgot to answer.

As my wife was saying, ‘Please, Master. I need your nigger cum to feel full again.’, all I could see was the veins running through his cock that seemed to pulse and throb with every beat of his heart. Tyrone grabbed Jessica by her ponytail and rammed his cock all the way down her throat.

“Here’s your fucking meal for the day, you mindless white whore. Ugh…Ahhhh…FUCK!” I could see Jessica’s throat getting a little bigger and pushed out as the deluge of nigger cum flooded her mouth. As tightly as Tyrone held her face against him, a couple spurts of cum flew out and ram down her tits.

As she lapped up every last drop she could, Tyrone starting putting his clothes on. I watched in awe as Tyrone bent and pushed his giant cock into jeans that I never would have imagined they could fit into. It was like watching a man force an anaconda into a burlap sack.

The way it bulged and protruded outward after he zipped them up was amazing. It looked like he was hiding an entire ring of sausage in his pants. Right before he walked out the door, he grabbed me by the throat and whispered into my ear, “Tonight’s gonna be a real special night. We’re gonna make sure this WHOLE family knows that I’m in charge now.”

The following school day was pretty normal for everyone involved, except right as the final bell rang. Tyrone marched up to Zach with as much swagger and confidence as he could muster.

“Oh…hey Tyrone. How do you like the job as our pool boy? I hope dad’s not too demanding with you.” Tyrone let out a clear and audible chuckle.

“No…no, he’s not the demanding one. Anyway, enough small talk; you better get your ass straight home. Something really important is happening at the house tonight and you’ll be the main event.” Tyrone just licked his lips a bit and walked away. Zach sat there, dumbfounded. What could Tyrone have meant by me being the ‘main event’?

After school, Zach ran home as fast as he could. He plowed through the door, and the first thing he saw was Tyrone resting up against the kitchen table. “It’s about time that you’re home. Get your ass upstairs, boy.” With that last word, Tyrone turned around and stomped his way upstairs. Zach didn’t hesitate for a second to follow him.

Inside of his head raced so many thoughts. What could be so urgent that Tyrone would act so short tempered and arrogant with him. As he entered through the door, the first thing he noticed was his father siting in the corner, crying. In a second, his mother ran up to him and gave him a huge hug.

“Oh, I’m so glad that you came into this willingly, sweetheart. Your father really had a hard time accepting this whole thing, and I’m just glad that you won’t have to go through what he went through.” I looked over at my son, with my eyes still covered in tears, and said

“Please, son…get out now while you still…” Before I could get the last word out, Tyrone stepped out from the shadows fully naked. Zach just stood there, as if in a trance. He stared at Tyrone’s massive dick rocking back and forth between his legs. Tyrone just licked his lips, swung his cock around a few times in his hands, and said

“Step right up, white boy. You’re the only person in this house who hasn’t had this giant nigger cock rearrange their bowels.” Zach just looked over at me in amazement. When I saw his jaw drop in awe, I knew that Zach was finding out for the first time. He had no idea that I was split in half by the gigantic nigger fuck stud standing before him. “Yeah, that’s right. Like father, like son. I bet you’ll be even better than that timid piece of white trash you call a father. “

“B-But dad…is this really true?” Before I could get a word out, Tyrone threw a massive punch and hit Zach square in the mouth. As Zach stumbled down to the ground, Tyrone stood over him yelling.

“You dare talk to that worthless piece of meat over there? I’m your new daddy now, you fucking bitch.”

“B-But, Tyrone…I-I can’t…” Tyrone threw another punch as hard as he could, pushing Zach further into the carpet.

“You will address me as ‘Master’ kaçak casino from now on, got it?” Tyrone looked over towards Jessica. “These white boys really are stupid, huh? I figured they’d see from the beginning that I’m the best man standing here now.”

“You know…Master is right, boys. Just make it easy on yourselves.” There was nothing I could do about it. I knew that I had to go through with this to make sure that Tyrone wouldn’t hurt my son. The moment I looked over at Zach, I could see that he was making the same choice in his head. He knew that to protect his life and his family, he would just have to give Tyrone what he wanted for now.

“Son…it’s the only way. You’ll never win if you keep resisting.” By this point I was choking back tears. I knew that my poor son was now never going to be the same.

“Shut the fuck up, you white piece of shit.” Tyrone raised his backhand, as if preparing to slap me. I quickly retreated back to the dark corner and couldn’t help but start whimpering in fear. My poor son was about to have every part of his manhood taken away. Jessica skipped over towards Zach, her tits swinging side to side with every step.

“It’ll all be over before you know it. Just bend over and let Tyrone do his thing. Who knows, you might even like it after a bit.” Jessica planted a big kiss right on Zach’s cheek. She gave a quick wink towards Tyrone, and then returned to the chair she was sitting in before.

After a couple seconds of hesitation, Zach got down to the floor on his knees. I could tell my poor son was incredibly nervous and fidgety. Within an instant, Tyrone knelt down towards Zach’s ass. He pressed a couple fingers against my son’s tight, puckered asshole. All of a sudden, he made a fist with his hand…and punched it right into Zach’s asshole. My son let out the biggest scream I have ever heard anyone make.

“NO! What are you doing? You’ll ruin him completely!” I jumped up and stared at what was going on. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“If you speak out of turn one more time, you fucking mindless slave, I’ll ram both my fists in here at once. Then you’ll get to watch your son die with my hands in his ass.” Jessica jumped up from her seat and with giant eyes and a huge grin, said

“Way to go, Master. Ruin that little faggot’s asshole.” My jaw must have literally dropped. I would never imagine Jessica would want to see our son hurt like this. Tyrone looked over at Jessica and gave her a big grin. He started punching Zach’s ass even harder. He would fully remove his fist with each thrust, then jam it back in as hard as he could. I guess he wanted to make sure that Zach got the full feeling each time.

As Tyrone withdrew his fist, strings of my son’s ass juices would be sticking to Tyrone’s fist, then fall to the floor. Even without any lube, my son’s asshole really seemed to open up quickly to Tyrone’s fist. After a few minutes, tears were streaming down Zach’s beet-red face. But something was different…his screams didn’t sound the same anymore.

They stopped sounding like screams of fear and pain; they almost began to sound like more moans than screams. Jessica ran over and put her hands around Zach’s face. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. You really are learning your place quickly. Now go ahead and tell Master just what you want him to do.” She forcefully jerked Zach’s head backwards, towards Tyrone.

“I…ugh…I-I…ah…” By this point, Tyrone had ruined my son so much that nothing but murmured words and drool could come out of my son’s mouth. Jessica smiled at Tyrone.

“I think he said ‘Please ram your fat nigger horse cock deep into my ass, Master.'” She and Tyrone both let out a hearty laugh.

“Well, if that’s what you really want.” Tyrone picked up Zach with one arm and tossed him over his shoulder. He walked over to the bed and threw him down, face first. I couldn’t help but notice my poor son’s ruined asshole. I didn’t even know the human asshole could stretch open that wide.

The edges of his butthole were still pulsating and throbbing from too much use. “I guess you’re stretched out enough for the main event.” Zach was barely even conscious at this point…but I knew what Tyrone had meant. A fist in your ass is nothing compared to Tyrone’s gigantic cock. His veiny, throbbing dick must have been twice as thick as his fist was.

Tyrone looked down at Zach’s wide open ass with disgust, grabbed his cock at the base, and guided every last inch into that ruined hole. His picked up the pace so quickly that within a couple seconds, he was thrusting into this wrecked butthole faster than he had ever done with me or Jessica. For the next 2 hours the room was just full of sounds of giant nigger balls slapping against my son.

Juices from the rough fisting session came spurting out once Tyrone ended up getting balls deep. After those two hours came to an end, Tyrone looked over at Jessica. “I think it’s about time I sealed this white boy’s cunt up with some sweet nigger cum. You know the drill. Get over here and give me a hand, fuck slave!” Jessica jumped up and ran as fast as she could over towards Tyrone. To my surprise, she knelt down right behind him, in front of his butt. Tyrone pulled his ass cheeks apart with both hands.

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