The Taste of Black Cock Ch. 06

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The following Saturday was the annual club ball. It’s a fairly straight-laced affair. Black tie for the men, ladies all dolled up to the nines. A hearty meal, followed by a disco, with plenty of booze flowing throughout the evening. It was often the one and only time we met the club members’ other halves, so it was always an entertaining evening. Naturally Claire looked stunning in a long blue evening gown, hair tied up to show off her neckline. She always managed to puff up her boobs with an evil looking contraption that I jokingly called the straightjacket. And she would remind me, with a sigh, that it was just an underwired push-up, whatever the fuck that is.

As we sat for the meal, I noticed Vince among the waiting staff, bringing drinks to the tables. He winked when he saw me. Several of the caddies were waiting on the tables and I realised that some of the ‘cocksucking team’ members I knew looked decidedly uncomfortable.

After the meal I ambled over to the bar, where some of the men were gathering, ordering drinks. A few of the ladies had ventured on to the dance floor and we gazed at them lustily as they jigged around their handbags. Claire was huddled with a large woman at our table. John Clement’s wife if I recalled correctly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the club chairman talking to one of the caddies. He looked a little flushed, but after a moment of what looked like intense discussion, the caddy turned and walk through to the gent’s restroom. The chairman glanced back at the room nervously, then followed him in. Fuck! I thought. He’s not going to…?

“They never stop, those lads,” mumbled a guy to my left. It was Mike.

“Oh hi, Mike,” I said cheerfully. A couple of glasses of wine and I was feeling pretty mellow. “So is he off to do what I think he’s going to do?”

“You can be sure of it. I think they get a thrill from forcing us to suck them while our wives are in the next room.”

I chuckled at the thought, but then paused.

“What do you mean ‘us’?”

“Oh, you’ll be in there at some point this evening. We all will,” said Mike ominously.

About 30 minutes later I finally spotted Dom. He looked particularly dashing in a black tux. He slowly circulated the room, chatting briefly with guests. Many of the men blushed when he approached but the ladies eyes lit up as he flirted with them. I noticed his hand gently stroke the treasurer’s wife’s bum. She turned her head and smiled demurely, then winked at him. Well, I’ll be damned! I thought, not her as well! I decided I’d better stay close to Claire for the rest of the evening, so joined her on the dance floor, hoping to keep out of trouble.

We danced for a while but then she cried off, saying she needed a rest. It was clear she’d had quite a few glasses of wine, which I didn’t mind at polatlı escort all. Might need a tipsy shag later, I thought, although my mind immediately drifted to thoughts of black cock. We sat at our table and she asked me for another glass of wine. No sooner had I collected one from the bar, I saw Dom by her side, chatting and smiling. Claire giggled and I recognised that come-on face she used to use on me when we were dating. I rushed back.

As I reached the table, she blushed and I saw her surreptitiously bring her hand up from under the table. Had she been touching his thighs, I thought? Or worse!

“Dominic tells me he’s your caddy,” said Claire with a little slur in her voice. I grunted acknowledgement. “What a big, strong chap you must be!” Dom just smiled as she gazed drunkenly at him.

“Do you mind if I borrow your husband for a few minutes,” he said and my heart sank. “We have something to discuss.”

“Oh yes, what’s that then?” replied Claire inquisitively. “Is it about handicaps and holes and losing your balls, or something?” She giggled at her own joke and I made a mental note to take her straight home once I’d had my… ‘discussion’… with Dom.

Dom leaned forward conspiratorially. “Just between the three of us, we have a little wager on the game each week. Sometimes your husband loses and he has to do a forfeit. Just a bit of fun, you know, man stuff.”

I was panicking, insides turning to jelly, no idea what he was going to say next.

“Oh dear,” she purred, turning to me. “You foolish man. Looks like you’re doing the washing up tonight, darling!” She giggled at her wit and I laughed nervously with her.

“We won’t leave you alone for too long,” said Dom as he stood.

“Oh, do come back after you’ve finished,” she cooed, and I notice she was straightening her skirt under the table. “Jane Clement told me all sorts of things about you, I’m interested to find out more.” I stared at her with a raised eyebrow but she just grinned tipsily like the cat that just got the cream.

I followed Dom across the room towards the gent’s restroom. As he went through the door, I glanced back. Claire was watching from the table. Her eyes narrowed and I thought she looked just a little suspicious.

What I found in the room was extraordinary. Mike was kneeling in one corner, moaning, while Vince’s cock slid in and out of his mouth. Vince grunted and gave Mike a big load to swallow. Another guy was bent over a toilet in one of the cubicles, trousers around his ankles. I couldn’t see his face, but it looked like one of the guys I’d played the previous week. A lanky black waiter was ploughing his arse, then pulled out and sprayed cum over his cheeks.

I joined Dom by the stalls as the others left, leaving us alone in the room.

“You pursaklar escort told me you wouldn’t seduce my wife,” I whispered. He glared at me.

“She’s gagging for it, cocksucker, I could see that the moment I sat next to her. Couldn’t keep her hands off my bulge. You’re clearly unable to give her what she needs.”

“That’s not the point,” I whined. “We had a deal.”

“What deal?” said someone from the door. I shivered as I recognised Claire’s voice.

“What’s going on in here then,” she purred. She was slurring a bit and looked slightly flushed from the wine. I blushed and tried not to look guilty.

“Close the door, and I’ll show you,” said Dom. Claire stared for a second, obviously intrigued, then turned and closed the door, locking it with a click.

“Is there something I should know?” she purred. I thought I saw a naughty glint in her eyes.

“Your hubby has a few secrets,” said Dom steadily and my heart sank. “He’s what we call the nineteenth hole. Why don’t you show your missus what you do for me and the lads.”

I hesitated, but my cock was hardening. I knew, deep down, that it was probably too late to keep hiding and it would be better if she knew. And I was suddenly desperate to taste Dom’s cock again. I knelt and reached for his belt, loosening the buckle. Claire’s eyes widened but she said nothing. As Dom’s cock sprung out of his boxers, she gasped. Then he turned and fed it into my open mouth. I put my hands behind my back and started sucking.

“Oh my God!” said Claire. I knew she must have been shocked to see me like this and I blushed with shame. I was expecting her to start shouting, or to storm out in disgust. Instead she just whispered in awe. “It’s… enormous.”

Dom chuckled. “Why don’t you join hubby here and try it for size?”

It was one of those pregnant pauses you see in the movies. Claire hesitated, staring at Dom’s cock as it slid in and out of my mouth. She looked him in the eye and he held her gaze confidently. She walked slowly towards us. I tried to look up, but Dom held my head down with the palm of his hand.

“Keeping going, cocksucker,” he said firmly. I couldn’t see past his groin, but I felt her step up close to him and they kissed. His hand must have cupped her breast because she giggled and sighed in the way she used to when I tweaked her nipples. She was sucking on his mouth. Then she simply pushed me away and took his cock in her hand.

“Wow,” she moaned, feeling it’s length and girth. “Why are you wasting it on him?”

“Ready to break your wedding vows?” said Dom with a smirk, and he gently pushed her down on to her knees. All I could do was kneel to one side and watch as his cock disappeared into my wife’s mouth and she moaned with delight.

“Like I said, cocksucker, sincan escort they all give it up eventually,” he said, grinning at me.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled her to her feet. She was flushed, lips smeared and glistening.

“Knickers off,” he ordered. Claire reached under her dress obediently and slipped them down, handing them to him. He pressed them to his face and sniffed. “You’re soaking,” he murmured.

She looked at me pitifully. “Watch what a real man can do,” she whispered, then she turned to him. “I want this inside my pussy.” She squeezed his hard-on gently and then guided him across the room to the sink. Pulling her dress all the way up to her waist, she turned and bent forwards over the worktop. Her long, slender legs and pale buttocks shone in the dim light. Dom nudged her legs further apart with his knees then stepped in behind her and positioned his cock at her entrance.

“Beg for it,” he said calmly.

“Please fuck me,” she moaned.

“Please fuck her,” I whispered.

And then he thrust hard into my wife’s pussy and she gasped.

***

Claire and I had a long, candid chat after the party. I grovelled and begged her not to throw me out. She simply smirked.

“A few things are going to change around here,” she’d said ominously.

So here I am naked, on my knees, in my own bedroom. Dom towers over me, grinning. His enormous cock hangs at half mast, just inches from my face.

“You want my cock, don’t you?” he says quietly. I simply nod.

“Beg for it, cocksucker,” he says.

“Please may I suck your cock, sir,” I mumble meekly.

He lifts my chin and looks straight into my eyes.

“You’re going to lick my arse, suck my balls and take my cock down your throat. You keep going until I’m ready, got it?” He turns and presents his backside. I reach up and spread his buttocks.

Claire pads in to the room, patting me on the head as she passes, my face buried between Dom’s butt cheeks. His anus is sweet and I lick it greedily, enjoying the feel of his balls banging against my chin. She kneels in front of him, taking his hard manhood into her mouth and moaning gently.

I’m jealous. I want to feel his cock in MY mouth. I want his cum in MY belly. But I already know that he’ll be fucking my wife tonight, not me. I’m just the fluffer. If I’m lucky, they’ll let me watch while she rides his big black cock, screaming with joy, or lies back on our matrimonial bed and spreads her legs wide so that he can mount her. He’ll empty his heavy balls into her pussy and she’ll thank him, just as I do. And if I’m really, really lucky, Dom might let me clean up, sucking his seed from her pussy while she cleans his cock with her tongue.

I am content.

THE END

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Writing a Gay Male story has been a strangely enjoyable and horny experience. It is, of course, full of racial stereotypes and I apologise for that. But it’s also just a fantasy. Please leave comments or message me with any thoughts. It’s always nice to get feedback, good or bad. And 5* votes are equally appreciated! Thanks for reading.

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