White Boy Alone at Home

My wife and I were supposed to go to her parents' for a week, and just when we packed our stuff and got the kids all hyped up, I got sick and couldn't get out of bed. Since I knew how much the kids loved spending time at their grandparents', mostly because of their dogs and their big swimming pool, not their charming personality, I told my wife to take the kids there alone while I'm sticking around the house until I get better.

As luck would have it, I got better 3 days later and had 4 days to spend alone in that massive house. I couldn't remember the last time I binged so many shows, but to be perfectly honest, I just missed my family and even considered going over there on my own, but a red-eye flight to a state on the opposite part of the country would cost a small fortune for our standards, not to mention the annoyance of long travel only to stay for a couple of days. Hell, it could make me sick again, so it simply wasn't worth the bother.

Since I was always kinda lazy when it came to the chores, I spent almost all of my time in my study, where there was a bed and a TV I could binge these shows on, only to concentrate the entire mess in one small area so I wouldn't have to do too much cleaning afterwards. There was a small balcony connected to that room, where I would often drink my tea and eat my breakfast in the morning, and to make it even better, it was facing away from the street, so none of the boring neighbors who kept pretending to be nice even knew that I was there. Four days of total peace and silence... or so I thought.

That night, I fell asleep watching one of those new Netflix shows, when suddenly, I was woken up by a noise downstairs. At first, I thought I was dreaming, or perhaps heard something on the show, which was still playing. I rubbed my eyes a little and slowly stood up, heading for the toilet. However, while I was in the hallway, I heard a couple of female voices downstairs:

"You sure there ain't nobody in here, Cherry? I got a bad feelin' 'bout this place." - one girl asked the other. They were clearly speaking with African-American accents.

"I'm tellin' you, Tasha, we're solid. I heard that bitch tellin' her neighbors the whole family's leavin'. I've been stakin' this place out every night since they left and there ain't nothin' in here. No dogs, no people, no alarm, no nothin'. I ain't seen a single light in the house for three days, nobody walkin' in or out, it's perfect. We could even bring a bitch boy or two in here and fuck 'em in the owners' bed," Cherry assured Tasha.

As I realized that there were intruders in the house, fear took over me and I went back to my room, but left the door open so I could listen to them talking. As I frantically looked for my cell phone, which seemed to be nowhere to be found in the mess I left the room in, especially with me being too careful not to make any noise, I heard Tasha answer: "Don't mind me goin' upstairs, then. Momma must be leavin' all her jewelry up there." I froze in an instant, trying to figure out where I would hide if she came upstairs at that point.

"Tasha, you dumb bitch. That white bitch must have brought all her jewelry with her. White people don't just leave that shit lyin' around, y'know? But the hubby must have left at least a gun or two, they say they be seein' him at the range with a different weapon every other week," Cherry answered. "Yeah, I have a bunch of fucking guns, but they're down in the basement where nobody ever goes because I'm a fucking moron," I thought to myself. As I tried to look for my phone underneath all those wrappers on the couch, I happened upon my watch, which showed 11 PM. "Hell, it isn't even that late," I thought, and then...

*RING RING RING... RING RING RING*

The unmistakable sound of my ringtone came from the balcony, probably my wife calling me, and I immediately ran out of the room and hid in the closet in the kids' room right across the hallway. That closet was a perfect hiding place, which the kids often used while playing hide-and-seek with us; they wrap themselves up with the coats and when we get too close, they just cover their eyes as well and unless we start messing with the clothes, we don't find them. What's even more perfect about it - you can easily see the room across the hall from the inside as long as the door is left open.

After a second of hesitation, some footsteps were heard running up the stairs and, before I knew it, a very muscular black girl was running towards the sound of the ringing cell phone. Slowly, shyly and carefully, another girl walked over to the door, but refused to enter the room, spooked by their situation. Whereas the other one was strong, ripped and dangerous, that one was very feminine and tender. Both were very beautiful, but this one was the supermodel kind of beautiful, while the other one looked more like an athlete, except for having big tits. "Holy shit, there's someone still here," the hot one whispered with a scared tone of voice.

"Don't be trippin' Tasha," Cherry, the muscular one, said with a normal tone of voice, "He probably forgot the phone an' shit, it's his wife callin' him, see the photo of them together? Mmmm, momma like, he a cutie," she added as she paid attention to me in that photo. To be perfectly honest, that woman scared me, but I somehow also found her insanely hot. As the phone stopped ringing, she put it in her pocket and smiled smugly.

"Look at this, you dumb bitch," Tasha answered, "Netflix is on and that show came out YESTERDAY! Whoever watched it couldn't have done it few days ago when they left. Someone stayed behind right here! And you ain't seen no lights, because the room is on the opposite side of the house, you dumb bitch!" The two got really close to each other and whispered something before finally walking in the opposite directions. Cherry walked to the opposite side of the hallway while Tasha looked through the rooms on that side one by one, finally moving over to mine.

As she entered, she moved swiftly, almost like a ninja, as she quickly lowered herself down and laid on the floor to look underneath the bed, only to jump back up to her feet, all in a couple of seconds, hardly making a sound as she did it. She then carefully examined heaps of toys in all corners of the room and then finally began to walk towards the closet. I covered my eyes with clothes like my kids usually did, hoping she wouldn't see me, when suddenly, Tasha's voice came from the other side: "CHERRY! HOLY SHIT, LOOK OUT THE WINDOW, SOMEBODY RUNNIN' OUTTA HERE!"

Without a second of hesitation, Cherry ran away at full speed and the two sets of footsteps rushed down the stairs and then out of the house. I figured the girls must have been seen by some neighbor, or they saw someone jogging, or something. I didn't think much of it, honestly. Since Cherry took my cell phone, I figured I should get downstairs and use the landline to call 911. I went down the stairs quickly but carefully, just in case Tasha is waiting right outside the house and the footsteps might alert her.

My heart was beating like crazy, especially when I saw the cracked window that they must have used to reach the handle of the backdoor, which was now wide open. The broken glass was all over the floor around it, and there was a broom and a dustpan next to it, which they must have brought themselves, like they were planning to clean it all up. Hearing my cell phone must have stopped them, and so did seeing whoever it was that was running outside the house. As I picked up the phone, I dialed 911 and pressed the call button. However, upon further inspection, I saw that the phone was disconnected.

As I leaned down to plug the phone back into the wall, Cherry snuck out from behind me and put me in a stranglehold, at which point Tasha began to laugh: "Hahahaha white people be so stupid, can't believe he fell for that shit!" I kept trying to break free, but Cherry was so much stronger than me that I couldn't budge. Even as I kept kicking around the place, I was overpowered by this woman to the extent of not even being able to scream as she held me.

"Behave, white boy," Cherry yelled at me, "You gonna behave? You ain't goin' nowhere and the faster we get this shit done, the sooner we'll be outta here." I kept trying to resist for a few seconds longer, but as I realized that it was futile, I finally relaxed and surrendered. I figured - if I keep trying now, I will just waste all my strength, so I might as well wait for a better opportunity. Little did I know, however, the girls came equipped. As soon as I stopped resisting, the two tied both my arms and legs with a rope, gagged me, and then tied the rope between my arms to the rope between my legs with another length of rope, leaving me on the floor completely immobile.

"I go lookin' for the jewelry, you go lookin' for the guns," Tasha said and ran up the stairs, and Cherry agreed, saying:

"A'ight, I'll be lookin' down here and if I find somethin' I'll holla at you." With that, she began to open the drawers one after the other. Both of them were wearing some gloves, careful not to leave any fingerprints behind. Soon enough, Tasha found my wife's old jewelry and yelled to inform Cherry, but Cherry had no such luck, so just as I expected, she eventually headed for the garage, correctly expecting the guns to be there. I imagined it would take her quite a bit of time to look underneath the floorboards, so she might stay in there for a while. This was my chance!

With my arms and legs tied together behind me, and my head stuck to the floor, I couldn't move back and forth, but I could certainly roll around. I rolled over to the few big pieces of glass the girls didn't get around to cleaning up and started to use them to cut the piece of rope tying my arms and legs together first, rubbing against one of them as hard as I could. With time and effort, the rope finally cracked, so at long last, I was able to cut my hands and legs free. Just as I did and was about to run outside, I heard the familiar sound as Cherry cocked my bolt-action rifle and pointed it at me. "Bingo!" - she yelled victoriously as she aimed my own gun at me.

"Okay, you got what you wanted," I said, trying to act cool, but almost pissing myself in fear, "now, I can tell you where I hide my watch collection, and where we hide the money, so you can pick it all up and leave me be, there's no need to prolong this." As Tasha heard Cherry's victorious yell, she came down the stairs and saw the whole thing. I could see some fear in her eye as she saw me cut myself free just like that.

"He's right, Cherry," Tasha addressed her friend, "let him show us where the goods are so we can leave. We got his cell phone, no prints or real hairs in the house... how long will it take him to get a hold of the cops even when he cuts himself free again?" Cherry didn't seem to listen to her; she just aimed that gun at me and kept smiling ominously.

"Don't let this pretty bitch fool you, she's actually the freaky one between the two of us," Cherry said as she kept the gun pointed at me, before she finally ordered: "now, kneel!"

"For fuck's sake, Cherry!" - Tasha nagged. I sank down to my knees slowly and carefully, still hoping that I could find a way to get out of there. If I were only smart enough to just run for the door and scream for help or something...

"For fuck's sake what, you bitch? Pardon my good-ass memory, but if I remember right, you fuck cute-ass hostages during every other gig. I happen to think that this particular one is fine, and if my memory serves me right, you agreed with me upstairs when I told you, ain't that right?" - Cherry shot back at Tasha.

"That was BEFORE this skinny-ass motherfucker cut his way out of the ropes, Cherry," Tasha moaned back.

"Right, and that was AFTER your ass failed to do the one job it had, and that was to clean this mess up and remove sharp objects from the floor. YOU gonna lecture ME now?!" - Cherry yelled for one last time and Tasha immediately took the broom and cleaned the leftover glass from the floor. As I knelt down, Cherry kept looking at me and at first, I tried looking around for something I could use to cut myself free again if they happen to tie me up, and when I couldn't find anything, I kept pretending to still be looking, hoping to divert Cherry's attention, but her eyes were glued on me all the time until Tasha was finally finished eliminating all hopes of my escape.

Tasha went out, put all the broken glass in the trash, and then came back saying: "There, all done."

"A'ight... Take this," Cherry said calmly as she walked over to Tasha, while still keeping the rifle pointed at me, then handed it over to her, so she guarded me every bit as carefully as Cherry did. "Now's the time to break this white ass in," Cherry said as she stripped naked. At first, I didn't notice anything off in the darkness, since the only light illuminating us came from the backyard of our next-door neighbor. I could see that Cherry was drop-dead gorgeous and feminine-looking, despite her deep voice and muscle tone. And then, when my eyes finally fully focused on her, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

There was a gigantic cock where Cherry's pussy should have been. That thing was huge, and I mean HUGE, easily over 10 inches long, one of the biggest real dicks I ever saw in porn, let alone real life. She stood there completely naked with that hard cock pointed right at my face. "Come on, white boy," she said loudly and strictly, "we ain't got all day. This cock ain't gonna suck itself!" Not only was I not eager to suck a cock, but that particular one was so large that I was truly afraid of it.

"No," I answered, determined not to play ball, "I guess you're gonna have to shoot me." The rifle was cocked and pointed at me as Cherry stood there with her cock out. At that point, my cell phone rang from inside of her pants which were now on the floor behind her. "That is perfect," I continued, "it must be my wife. She keeps calling me and I don't answer. She'll try the landline next if she didn't already, and when I don't answer, it's only a matter of time before she calls the cops to check on me."

"He's right, Cherry, it's too risky," Tasha pleaded with her, "let's just take what we got and go before the cops arri-"

"I DON'T REMEMBER ASKING YOU A DAMN THING!" - Cherry exploded, giving Tasha a scare, "Every single fucking time you wanted a piece of ass, I was with you. Well, now I want this piece of ass and you ain't takin' it away from me, you bitch!" As she said this, she approached me, saying: "Now, you listen here and you listen good! Im'a put this cock in your mouth and the sooner you suck it, the sooner we'll be outta here. If you try to bite or run or attack, just remember that there's two of us, we got a gun, and we know where your family's at."

"What the fuck, Cherry? That some dark shit right there," Tasha said, shocked with her words, but Cherry just gave her a stern look and she just shut her mouth. Part of me knew that it was all a bluff, that this look was a warning to keep up the charade. Part of me knew that the two of them were no killers, but just like I didn't want to risk it when they had that gun pointed at me, I want to risk it even less now that my kids are at stake.

"So, what do you say, bitch boy? Open up your mouth and take what I'm givin' you! Or should I find that bitch you call wife and pump her full of my black babies, is that what you want? Makes no difference to me," Cherry said nonchalantly and I looked at Tasha, hoping she would find a way to tame her, but she wasn't opening her mouth at all. Looks like Cherry was dead set on putting her massive cock in me that night, so I did the only thing I could do: closed my eyes, opened my mouth as widely as I could, and took her big black cock in my mouth.

I was sucking Cherry's cock reluctantly and she just stood there for a while, letting me to the work, then suddenly, her hand landed on my cheek as she gave me a hard slap. "Suck it like you mean it!" - she yelled at me and I realized that I was so utterly defeated that it brought tears to my eyes almost instantly. I glanced at Tasha, expecting the face of discomfort, but while she held the rifle with one hand, Tasha was sliding her pants down with the other, revealing another cock about Cherry's size.

There was no way out, so I decided to do the only thing I could to make this thing end as soon as possible. I decided to make an effort to please Cherry using my mouth, repeating what was often done to me and what I saw in porn. I ran my tongue around her glans, paying special attention to the crown, before applying some suction and pressure with my tongue and mouth while forcing my head down Cherry's shaft. Soon, she began to moan louder and louder: "Mmmm, yeah... Mmmmm, that's it, OH GOD, FUCK!" - as Cherry became loud, she leaned down and slapped my ass again, making me feel like a cheap whore.

Meanwhile, Tasha was slowly stroking her cock while watching me please her friend and keeping me at the gunpoint. I didn't mind her much anymore, since I was fully focused on the task at hand - making the big cock in my mouth cum as soon as possible. "MMMM, FUUUCK," Cherry moaned, "MMMM, Tasha you gotta try this bitch's mouth, this one's a natural."

"Mmmm, I see," Tasha replied, "but you know that I don't get off on any of that vanilla shit, I want some real throat action, you feelin' me?" As she said this, Cherry grabbed my face with both hands and forced her cock down my esophageal sphincter. The moment it invaded my throat, my gag reflex began to take a hold of me, and as she let me loose, I got off her cock and began to gasp and cough.

"I'll loosen this bitch up for you," Cherry said as she grabbed me by my hair and proceeded to fuck her cock in and out of my face again, deeper and deeper. Every once in a while, she gave me some time to cough, to catch a breath or two, to take a tiny break, but without fail, she would keep on fucking my face mercilessly before I could stop coughing or catch a good breath. After a while of this kind of treatment, I began to feel a bit dizzy, but surprisingly, the gag reflex, the pain, and all the negative aspects of this were pretty much gone.

Cherry sensed that my throat had relaxed, so she began to fuck it harder and deeper with every thrust. Being as dizzy and horny as this somehow made me, I lost track of time, so I couldn't tell you exactly how much time had passed, but it was enough for Tasha, who was pacing around, half-expecting cops to arrive to the scene, to finally relax and focus on what was in front of her. Before I knew it, Cherry managed to get the full length of her cock into my throat, her balls landing on my chin as I took it.

As she began to move her hip, fucking her cock in and out of my throat, her balls and crotch rhythmically slapping my face, a strange feeling began to take over me, a feeling of... pleasure?! Just as I began to suck that cock in like a vacuum cleaner and enjoy every second of it, Cherry told Tasha victoriously: "That's it, this bitch is ready for you." With that, she pulled her massive cock out of my mouth altogether and, as she approached me from behind, Tasha bent my body backwards.

Even though she looked like a model, not a powerlifter like Cherry, she seemed to be every bit as strong and controlling. As she grabbed me by my neck and forced my body backwards while she spread her legs on the floor around me, Tasha's cock made its way into my throat, just where Cherry's had been moments before, and began to fuck me every bit as brutally as Cherry's did. I noticed that the rifle was on the ground where she stood, but it didn't matter at that point. My cock was hard as a rock and I wanted more of that strange pleasurable feeling, to explore it, to learn more about it... and soon enough, it was back.

It was like the electric shockwaves that radiated pleasure spread through my entire nervous system from every part of my throat stretched out by their cocks. Being used like that turned me on, which I'm not very proud of, but there's no point in lying right now. A couple of black thieves were fucking me and I wanted more, even though I could still maybe reach that gun and turn it on them instead. But I guess the sneaky bitches have been waiting for this moment...

Soon enough, Tasha was fucking my throat rhythmically, at a rapid pace while Cherry was applying lube to her gigantic cock. Though I could see it with the corner of my eye, I knew I couldn't fight her off as my bent body was getting tired already. I found it increasingly hard to keep my footing and my balance as my throat was being mercilessly destroyed by this beautiful robber. Just as I began to tremble and was about to fall down on the ground, Cherry grabbed my thighs with her strong arms and in one motion, spread them apart and lifted me up to the level of her cock.

The next thing I felt was a series of very intense sensations. At first, there was a hard, almost painful squeeze of my hips as they were being lifted, then the tip of Cherry's cock tickled my asshole. Next, a great deal of pain shot through me as she began to apply pressure, pushing her cock inside me until her helmet pierced my virgin ring and I felt a part of it inside. However, due to its sheer size, it was still not all the way inside me, so Cherry made these slight movements of her hips, pushing her cock in and out by a split inch while using her grip to distract me.

Tasha still kept fucking my face at a rapid pace, gyrating her hips while she did it as a further distraction, to make me take the massive invader with less resistance. My muscles loosened up, my body unable to fight against so many invasions at once, it seemed to have laid down its weapons and let itself be taken. As Cherry's glans pushed its way into my ass with a barely audible pop, Tasha pulled her cock out of my mouth for a second before pushing it all back in over and over again, only to give me some time to moan: "AAAAAAH! AAA-GHhhh... -GHAAAAAAA-GHhhh... AAAAAH, MMMM-GHHhh..."

Little by little, I began to enjoy this brutal facial abuse, which Tasha brought to the next level by spitting into my mouth as I moaned before sealing it with her cock again. At the same time, while I was too distracted with it, Cherry managed to push a couple more inches of her cock into my ass by going deeper and deeper with every thrust. To my great shame, my cock was hard the whole time, and the harder they fucked me, the harder it got.

I was up in the air with two of the biggest blackest cocks that I could ever even imagine forcing their way in and out of me from both ends. My arms were hugging Tasha's thighs as she fucked my mouth, my legs hanging loose as Cherry held my thighs in a tight grip. She was fucking me harder, faster and deeper with every thrust. Before her cock was even all the way in, mine suddenly tensed up and began to spill its load, compelled by the pressure that huge cock was applying to my prostate as it snaked its way inside me.

"You love being our bitch, don't you?" - Cherry moaned deeply without stopping or slowing down while Tasha chuckled to her rhetorical question. She, on the other hand, kept her cock in my throat longer than usual, only to pull it out for longer than usual, and then do it all over again. I felt an air hunger in one second, then the strange kind of high at the very next as I got a chance to take a deep breath. That breath always smelled like Tasha's cock, which turned me on even more, and as I choked on it, my nose was filled with the musky smell of her balls.

Every single thrust was making me more and more horny, and before I knew it, my cock was hard again. To make it even worse, it didn't take too long for it to start drooling ridiculous amounts of precum, just like before. That feeling of pleasure that was flooding from my throat was now also flooding from my ass, as most of Cherry's cock was inside me. Somehow, that whole new experience seemed to be headed somewhere, about to show me a whole new level of orgasmic pleasure I never knew existed.

"THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!" - as she kept fucking my ass for a while longer, Cherry's cock hilted inside me and her body met mine again and again as she kept fucking me harder and faster. The lewd thwapping sounds filled the house as I was being used mercilessly by the two black devils who had everything of importance from my house in their pockets. Tasha also continued to fuck me at full speed, both of them in a rush to make us all cum.

As that electricity amassed inside me, as it felt like it reached its capacity, it's like my body was collapsing in on itself, like some kind of a dam inside it was broken and these orgasmic waves began to flood my nervous system. As they crashed into each other deep inside me, amplifying each other, they began to spread outwards, and every part of my body they touched, I lost control over completely. But at the same time, that part of my body began to feel amazing, like it suffered a seizure of powerful pleasure.

"AAAAAAAAH, FUCK BITCH, IM'A CUM! YOU 'BOUT TO CUM? I'M CUMMIN'! AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" - Cherry roared as her cock tensed up and was about to cum.

"AAAAAAAH YEAH, WHENEVER YOU'RE READY. LET'S GIVE THIS BITCH SOME FIREWORKS HE AIN'T GONNA FORGET! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" - Tasha responded and her cock tensed up in my throat as well.

As their cocks began to throb, filling me up from both ends at the same time, that orgasmic flood reached my brain and my eyes rolled back as I sank into an orgasmic trance. Moments later, my cock joined the party again, spraying its load all over my own body. I was still floating in mid-air, still feeling the pressure of their gigantic love sticks inside me, and every orgasmic wave made me more sensitive and horny. My cock's orgasm and the one I felt in the rest of my body merely made each other even more intense.

Suddenly, I was almost incapable of feeling any pain or discomfort. With each new orgasmic wave, my pleasure was greatly amplified and everything else was toned down until it hardly existed anymore. As the two cocks inside me began to throb and I was dropped down to the ground, I didn't feel any pain anymore, so the fall didn't hurt. I felt Tasha step around me and point her cock at my face, so I kept licking it on some basic instinct.

Next thing I know, I was opening my eyes and Cherry was filming the whole thing using her cell phone. "Good morning, slut," she said as Tasha giggled, "now, we will keep this between us forever. You were sleeping, you don't remember, you didn't see anybody... You tell the cops you don't know who it is that robbed you, you feel me? If you don't, your wife gets to see you enjoying these cocks of ours, a'ight?" - she gloated as she delivered the threat.

However, I was still horny enough to want more, so I got up on my knees and took their cocks in my hands, sucking them one after the other. As I did it, the phone, which Cherry had thrown on the floor, rang again, displaying the photo and the name of my wife. "Looks like someone's missin' you," Tasha teased me as I kept sucking their cocks clean. Moments later, as I sucked and kissed her cock, a stream of hot golden liquid streamed out of it directly on my tongue.

"Oh yeah, let's clean this dirty bitch up," Cherry agreed as she began to piss all over me too. They messed up my face and hair instantly and as Tasha's cum began to drip from my mouth, they moved their streams downwards, pissing it off me. As I felt that powerful stream of piss all over my body, my cock got hard again, and I slowly fell down to the floor, exhausted by our fucking session. While I fell down with my back to the floor, the two let the final drops of their piss land on top of me.

They both got dressed, picked their things up and before they left, Cherry turned to me: "We got an understanding, don't we, bitch boy?" I just weekly nodded my head, at which point the two left through the front door, carrying their loot. Tired and horny, all I could think of doing was grab my cock and proceed to stroke it while gurgling that mix of piss and cum in my mouth while still laying in the puddle of it they left me in.

As I savored the sweet and salty taste of it, my orgasm slowly took over me, and as my cock finally came for the third time, adding more cum to that puddle I was in, it finally went limp. Completely drained, I drifted off to sleep to the sound of the phone ringing as my wife kept calling. I promised myself I would answer it later...

The last rational thought I had that night was a prayer; a prayer that the cops wouldn't come and find me in that state, that my wife wouldn't find out what happened and especially, how much I enjoyed it. But that thought was now long gone, and the though I fell asleep with was anything BUT rational. It was a desire for Cherry and Tasha to come back for the second round of hard fucking that would make me theirs forever...