Edgar's Next Owned Couple Ch. 04

WARNING: This is a hardcore interracial cuckolding story, with bisexual elements. Typical of my writing focus. Please only proceed if you enjoy the genre. As always, negative comments will be deleted--feel free to invite me to your own story if you have a better one, with my thanks! :-)

ALSO: There's not a lot of recap here. Readers are encouraged to read the first two chapters first. ENJOY!!!

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Any second, our new master--our big black, enormous-cocked master, Master Edgar--would be at the door, with our cuckold-couple pals (and dear old pals), Eden and Dan, in tow.

Everyone would be all set for Master Edgar to breed my amazingly sexy wife, Sally, who--until just the past couple of days--was previously a typical conservative sexy suburban white wife!

The situation was mind-blowingly sexy! It seemed that all my most erotic, perverted fantasies were going to come to life at once! My gorgeous wife was going to get blacked! And not only that, she was intending on getting bred--and likely also going black-only. Fucking hot! So incredibly hot!

Plus--I was going to be humiliated in front of her, our really good friends, and our new BBC master! Yes, my little dicklet of an erection was on display, throbbing red, and oozing precum, as I was awaiting their arrival. I was clothed except for pants and underwear--making for a ridiculous look, and my little penis was more inflated than it had ever been in my entire life.. My excitement was going to be completely and utterly betrayed from the moment that everyone arrived.

Further, my profound homoerotic attraction for BBC was going to become plain to all-- as I was sure I would try to act on it. I assuredly was going to try to suck the big black cock of our new Master. I was totally revved up and ready to go for it! My wife's taunting me had made it clear that she expected me to act gay for BBC. So, why shouldn't I go for it? Of course I should!

I stood pantless with my hard little "boi clit" on display. Yes, I realized that my little dicklet was now going to be exclusively for my own pleasure. So, who are we kidding? It's definitely more of a "boi clit," don't you think? Nobody else had said so yet, but the idea was bouncing around my head from cuckold erotica I had read. I had read a *LOT* of cuckold erotica!

My Sally had never looked more sexy and gorgeous. I haven't physically described her in some time, so let me remind you. Sally is a "tall drink of water" at 5'10", with a gorgeous face, flowing red curls, bright blue eyes, and an incredible 34DD-24-37 physique. I didn't say this before, I now realize, that Sally also has the most incredibly gorgeous ass--just the right size and firmness, and it looks as though it was carved by a Greek sculptor. Truly astounding! I still salivate any time I walk behind her or have the opportunity to grab her ass.

If you really want to visualize Sally, you could imagine Charlize Theron, but curvier; with narrower, more feminine shoulders; and with long red curly hair. Stunning, right?

As I've commented earlier, and it's certainly true: Literally every straight guy we know would love to fuck my wife given half a chance, married or not.

Further, Sally is even sexier because she has the torso of a petite girl and is tall simply because of her exceptionally long legs--like Charlize. I won the lottery there!

And right at this particular moment, Sally had the extra allure of a woman who was *CLEARLY* aroused and turned on--just from anticipation.

Her face was nicely flush and bright pink.

Her nipples were "out and proud"--clearly visible through her blouse like two beefy medium-size erasers, each on a puffy little mound, on top of her generously ample breasts.

And my wife's pussy aroma wafted through the air as well!

Yes, she was QUITE turned on and ready to engage her new man!

Finally, a gentle "tap-a-tap-tap" was on the door. "You answer it, faggot," Sally said plainly. And without a word, I moved to open the door. It was Eden who had knocked. Our sexy petite brunette married friend, with her husband Dan just behind her, and the 6'3" hulking Master Edgar behind them both.

All three were smiling, and to one degree or another laughed, chortled, or giggled at my expense. Eden spoke. "Well, well!" she said. "Look at what we have here! Someone's turned on to giving his wife over to Black! Ha! Look at that little dicklet! I don't think I've ever seen one so inflamed and excited before! Well-- that's a good thing for your sake, faggot! It's a very good thing!"

I said nothing, as I was remembering it's my place not to speak unless required or asked. I motioned for everyone to come in.

When Master Edgar reached me, he made a remark as well. "Good to see you so excited, loser!" And he put one of his big paws on my pecker and played with my boi clit for a few moments before adding. "Yes! That's a cute little clit you have there! Glad to see it so excited for me to own and breed your beloved. Yes! That's a very good thing, indeed!"

What amazed me was the intense, electrical jolt of sexual excitement that shot through me as Master so casually fondled my little genitals. Truly it felt as amazing as any time a woman had touched me. "Oh, my God!" I realized. "I really am going to be a faggot for BBC! I can't believe how much I loved Master Edgar fondling me! Especially with that smug attitude of condescension and superiority! Fuck! That was *so* AMAZING!! FUCK!! I'm such a submissive faggot already! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!"

Without meaning to, I let out a huge groan. "Unnnnnggggghhhhh!" And I guess I had been really erotically wound up, because my little boi clit even shot off! It was so humiliating! Yes, I came almost immediately when Master Edgar fondled me!

"Unnnghhh!! Fuckkk! Yes!! Fuckkkk!!!" I groaned as I shot off in Master's hand.

"Wow, faggot!" Master commented. "You're some serious BBC faggot! All I had to do pretty much was say 'hello' and you exploded in my hand! Pitiful!" He then pivoted to Eden briefly. "Cunt Eden, go get me something to wash my hand with, would you bitch?"

"Yes, Master Edgar! Straight away!" Eden replied, cheerfully.

Edgar resumed speaking with me, while he wiped his hands on my shirtsleeve until Eden arrived with a wet cloth. "Let me ask you, dipshit... Are you salivating at the thought of sucking me off? Are you praying that I'll let you blow my massive black cock tonight? Tell the truth!"

I registered that I had been asked a direct question, so I answered. "Uh..." I began tentatively, embarrassed. "Yes, Master. Yes, Master Edgar. Faggot has very much been hoping to blow your BBC tonight. Sir."

"Good! Good, faggot!" Master Edgar boomed, cheerily. "As it should be! That will make it much easier for everyone that you're already a BBC fag--as I claim your wife's cunt *AND* her womb both for my own... Good! That's excellent to know! Now, sit down, shut up, and stay out of the way! Got it?"

"Yes, Master, Sir!" And I meekly walked to a chair in a corner and sat down--with a terrific view of the whole room, of course!

"So nice to see you, Sally!" Master said next. "Let's have our first kiss, shall we?"

My sexy wife didn't need to be asked twice. My revved-up gorgeous Sally nearly leaped into Master's beefy arms as she wrapped her arms around him and tilted her head up and opened her mouth for a sloppy kiss.

For his part, Edgar was equally energetic as he bent his head down, grabbed my wife in his impossibly muscular arms and jammed his meaty tongue deep into her mouth.

Sally doesn't like French kissing with me much, but for Master Edgar, she was fully available and receptive, and beyond eager. She was peppy and enthusiastic in receiving his tongue. My wife purred and cooed as she Frenched our new Black master.

Edgar led Sally to the larger sofa where they continued to makeout. They were more amorous than I remember my wife ever being with me! The pair seemed as though dedicated, ardent lovers brought together after a long separation. "Shit! They look great together!" I thought to myself. "Wow, is it going to be hot to watch them make out and make love! Fuck!"

Eden approached my chair and whispered to me. "Okay faggot, stay here quietly, and I'll tie you up--with your dicklet out naked... Master wants us all to be able to see if you're hard or not... or if you even perhaps cum without touching yourself... Yeah, the excitement of these moments has been known to make cucky faggots like you cum really easily... like just a few minutes ago... A couple of rules for you... First, while it's okay if you moan or groan, definitely no speaking unless one of us asks you a direct question... Speak, and you'll get an uncomfortable ball gag--not a threat, just a promise... Second, Master doesn't care if you need to piss or shit yourself--you are not to move, not unless one of us moves you... You can worry about cleaning up any piss or excrement later... you're to stay tied up and not asking for anything... got it faggot?"

"Yes, Mistress Eden," I replied, remembering to add "Mistress." "Faggot understands."

"Good... good!"

Then Eden retreated to the small sofa, where she sat next to Dan, who tried to fool around with her. Eden rebuffed him.

"Don't be silly, Husband!" she said. "You know I have to save myself for Master! There's no way that Sally can take care of him by herself as a beginner! You can hold my hand, but I'll be saving everything else for Master tonight!" Dan nodded, but didn't say anything.

Then Eden added, "But of course you can take your dick out and beat off when you would like, Dear! You're allowed this evening! And--who knows?--maybe even Master will direct Sally or me to give you a mercy hand job! You might just get lucky!"

My gaze quickly returned to the gorgeous new pair who continued to smooch it up and fondle each other--my bombshell wife Sally and our new BBC Master Edgar.

Dang, did they look fabulous together! Like a foreplay scene from a top of the line porno, really!

After a good fifteen or twenty minutes of making out, Master did pull his lips briefly off of my gorgeous bride. "Is something wrong, Master?" my wife cooed at him.

"Oh, not at all, cunt! Not. At. All!" Master declared. "You know I'm going to be calling you 'cunt,' 'bitch,' 'slut,' 'hoe,' 'fuckbag,' or whatever else I feel like, right cunt?"

"Yes, Master!" my wife responded, with an obliging, cheery lilt. "Eden explained it to me. Anything you like is fine with cunt, Master!"

"Good, bitch! Good!" Edgar responded. "Fuck, though! I almost forgot! We have to get your faggot husband over here!"

Edgar pivoted his attention to Dan. "Yo, maggot faggot! Go untie the small-dicked dipshit real quick would you?"

"Of course, Master!" Dan responded. "As you wish!"

Dan had my bondage straps off in a jiff. He clearly was well-practiced with them.

"Shrimp dick, don't speak! Just nod or shake your puny ass head..." Master was talking to me. "You want to stay around and watch me breed your wife tonight, right? You *need* to watch me black her and breed her, right?"

I nodded confidently. Very clearly.

"Good, then, faggot!" Master continued. "Good! Then you got to give her up to me... This will be even hotter for you then it will be for me... You're going to thank me for this, faggot... Come over here, take off your wife's jeans and panties, and make her cunt available to me... That's right, this is your role... In fact, if you won't do it... I ain't even going to fuck her... Yup... If you don't offer Cunt Sally's pussy to me... I'm going to leave and that'll be that... No redos. No second chances... You'll get to stay her main lover--if you call it that with such a shrimp dick.... And she won't get to go black with me, never mind getting bred... You'll get to remain the 'boi' of the house... But you will also have a VERY, VERY sexually frustrated wife on your hands... So now, little faggot... This is your moment of truth! What's it going to be! You going to give your wife up to me to fuck. To own. And to breed-- or are you going call the whole thing off?"

Before I could move, Eden interjected. "Look, Everyone! Cucky's little boi clit is hard again! He's hard again just from Master talking him through his 'choice'! Ha!! You all know what this means, right?! Ha!! Such a faggot!"

Eden was right of course, Master's taunting was immensely erotic to me. To think that I may have a shred of power left, a teensy, eensy shred. But if I wanted my beautiful, sexy Sally to be happy, I knew what I had to do: I had to relinquish that power.

That's right, this BBC-loving faggot cuckold had to give up my last shred of manliness by taking off my wife's jeans and panties to make her pussy fully available to our new Master.

What a sublime situation! So poignant! So erotic!

I noticed I was holding my breath, and so then I inhaled deeply.

Next, I let out an involuntary erotic groan. "Unnnnghhhhh!!" I moaned, as my little hard clit twitched for everyone to see.

My earlier cum was still dripping from my dicklet, and now a bit of additional precum oozed from the tip.

"Ha!!" Dan joined in now, too. "My faggot buddy is so aroused, his precum is already flowing again! Ha!!"

Edgar smirked.

My wife was the next to break the silence as I kneeled in front of her and Master Edgar on the living room carpet. "Okay, cucky husband... You know what you need to do... It's time to offer me up to our new Master... time to turn me over to go BBC-only, get BBC bred... Your fantasy is coming to life... And it's mine now, too... Time to offer my pussy up to Master's superior big... black.... Cock! I'm lifting my hips up to help you, faggot... let's go now... no more hesitation!"

I moved forward as if in a trance. I moved inexorably forward.

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