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Daddy Pimps Me Out to Strange Men

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Daddy Pimps Me Out To Strange Men

He brings them to watch them take my mouth and ass

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Every character portrayed here significantly exceeds the minimum age of 18, yada, yada. Any allusions to characters presented here as being based on actual characters are purely coincidental. Only the facts have changed! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

... And this, my fellow pervy voyeurs, was the crescendo of the evening, "clamp his big black cock with your asshole and squeeze his cum out. NOW, son!," said my Daddy, watching me get reamed by an anonymous 5' x 5' burly Black man who reminded me of a naked Cee Lo Green. He was even bald, too, but with copious chest and body hair. Delish!!!

The concluding scene above began with my Daddy bursting through the front door, well-imbibed, as usual for this night of the week. To his side was a stranger - male, mature, and dark-skinned. It being a Saturday, Daddy found a friend to play with me. Daddy and Him were arm in arm holding each other up, one leaning left and one right. Daddy lifted his head and found my anxious countenance staring directly at them. He had worn barely more than reptilian smiles with doe-like, boozy-bleared eyes. So did his friend for the evening. My Daddy always brings home an ass- and mouth-hungry man he's never seen before in the pub, but only on the weekends. Daddy says the other days are for studying for my high school classes.Daddy Pimps Me Out to Strange Men фото

I can't complain, though, on account of it feels so good to be fucked in the asshole by mysterious strangers. Too bad they are never to be seen ever again after they do their business to me. It's all arranged exclusively for Daddy's entertainment, of course. There's never any names mentioned when he pimps me out to his latest bar fly catch, only Daddy, Him, and of course, me, the sissy boi. Daddy likes to watch and tell the nudie nubie what to do to me. It's so much fun being the plaything in front of Daddy! It gives him naughty ideas for later when he beckons for my servicing in his bedroom.

This particular guest had a sexy paunch and a deliciously sweaty sheen all over his imposing, squat body. I loved sucking on his stubby, dark pud. Daddy made me suck his fat ass, too. It was nasty! But, a good nasty, 'cuz his butt crack and big hole tasted so good.

Daddy barked, "Good job, boy. Show 'em your tiny twinky tush and so he'll want to do perverted things to you that you slut-crave. Bend the fuck over, boy! Show this man what a fuckable azz you got."

I leaned forward over the back of our living room couch, my ass was draped over it, and knees folded on the seat cushion. This made me easy pickins for Cee Lo. I then stretched both arms behind me to open my tiny butt crack. My tight, squeaky clean, winking pink teen asshole was fully exposed for the plundering. I wiggled it to entice this Biggie Smalls to want to fuck it.

"Dang! Look at that fuckable azz! My fat black cock is going to ruin his lily-white butt something awful."

"I expect nothing less! So, that's right, go ahead and ruin my son's sissy bung hole. You promised me at the Dawg Pile Club you would, so deliver, man!

And that he did! He hurriedly cast aside his size 52 boxers and charged right at me. (Well, more like rapid waddling.) His stomach was so big, and neck so short that he probably hasn't seen his own weenie in at least a decade. I definitely could, and loved what I saw. Its thickness had me salivating. His balls were huge and sagged halfway down to his kneecaps. I wished I could've seen them from behind when he was bent forward; an elongated, wrinkled sac with a seam fusing the pair of testicular vessels.

Just the vision of his big, flattened ass with the mile-long crack glistening with perspiration, and his sac hanging so low down from his undercarriage was enough to make me squirt my meager juice on the spot. I struggled in earnest to hold off, but barely could. I didn't want to cum before he had his way with me. That way I could keep my woodie hard as he fucked me with all his might, then jerk my own girly wee-wee, and spurt while he fills my welcoming tube with hot, sticky, white BBC cream!

"You looking longingly at his juicy black ass, aren't you boy?," as Daddy points towards our ebony pudge, "go ahead, lick his asshole just like the way I taught you."

I perked up at that, my joy evident by a toothy grin. Daddy was always good at reading my unexpressed slutty twink desires. That's why I love him so much!

Our gentleman saw my enthusiasm and braced himself with his hands on the sofa arm, his big fat azz wantonly pushed out as a prompt for me to attend to it. It's such a delicious view! I can see him looking back at me with an impatient glare. The man's ample apple bottom appears a bit mottle colored, but sooo nice and wide. I can't wait and drop to my knees and begin my work, though it is always more akin to a labour of love. I rub my cheek all over his gorgeous globes, covering every inch of its rambling, sweaty surface. With my eyes closed, I got the full tactile experience of ass worshipping.

I open my peepers as I slide my nose up and down his cleft. His musky scent hits me like an aromatic cloud, yet another sensation to savor. Then, my nose finally paused midway as it detected his tender portal. I'm tickled pink when I sense the copious downy soft hair surrounding the opening. My tongue tentatively snaked past my lips to make contact on his perinatal rim. I swirl around and around it, teasingly avoiding the dark vortex of his hole. I got just what I had yearned for: his impatience with my progress. He reached both hands backwards and cradled my head. Instead of pulling me in, he pushed his pillows into my face. Hint received! My tongue went into overdrive against and into the abyss. His tangy pungency stung my tongue and lips, causing my face to tingle.

Next, I dart deep into the dark man's dark innards. I hear him issue a low grumble of pleasure. I love this part of the festivities, so much to explore... and exploit! The moistened warmth soothed my hardworking tongue. That's my reward for my efforts.

Daddy suddenly grabs my head hair to yank my face off the stranger's ass, and bellows out, "Nufftalk! Time to put that stubby chocolate thing you got in my son's desperately wanton asshole. Better lick-lube him first; I'm fresh out of ass grease."

At that, the hovering black specter positioned himself to my rear. He squatted down to his knees. I could feel his hot breath survey the tight skin all around my butt cheeks. He slid his palms across the underside of my balls. His tender caress made my whole package shiver. Fingers crept up to my micro-cock and aggressively took hold of them. Then he dragged his flat tongue slowly upwards along my ass schism, momentarily pausing at the rim, a. k. a, my pleasure portal.

His warm, moist exhale and tongue sent tingles radiating through my entire, slight-framed, pale-skinned body. Just as I had done to him, after a few teasing round trips up and down my split, he dove his pointed tongue into the depths of my hole with little warning. I cooed from the titillating invasion. He expertly played me like a fiddle. I looked at Daddy. He had a hungry look in his laser-focused eyes. He had targeted my spread humps being roughly lavished by tonight's "pick-up."

Dadda's cock was dangling out of the pee flap of his skimpy, flamingo-colored jock. You know, the kind that are sexy skimpy; undies which frame a macho, hairy ass with crisscrossing elastic straps, and a miniscule pouch to cradle his junk. It's a thrill to see him so captivated by me that he can't help but rub his own cock to such extreme hardness. strange man's answer to Daddy's lustful witness of my being manipulated to his will was abruptly interrupted when he took his tool between his two fingers, and lined up its bloated head with my hole. I shook with anticipation as he found his mark and began to enter me.

I bowed my head upon the sofa back as the pleasure of that initial entry coveted my focus. I was experiencing the singular sensation of his cock worm its way into my love canal. The anonymous Black man was longer and thicker than when he wasn't so hard. I loved the surprise of a bigger girth exploring my innards. Then, his hot and heavy ball sac made its fiery contact with my plushy buns. I gasped. He was so big and warm, I swooned as his big, squishy hulk enveloped my much more diminutive frame.

My personal top inched ever deeper. It was heavenly, the way his fat cock dilated my asshole, while at the same time, rubbed back and forth within my receptive sheath. After hilting in me, the black night began to pick up the speed and length of his thrusts. I could feel his balls careen against my much smaller, tight ones. My ass cheeks, balls and taint were delightfully battered. The room was awash with the sounds of slapping skin, squishing liquid, and moans and groans. The still air was rife with the blended aromas of sweat, piss, pilfered ass, and cheap toilet water. The place was abuzz with the lurid spectacle of sexual dominance. I was panting like a dog in heat, a gay bitch. I had the feeling of being loved while also being railed. What an orgasmic contradiction.

"That's it, 'Big Man,' make my boy scream for mercy. Ram him good for being such a cock ho', Daddy's little cock whore!," the last words mockingly recited in a baby voice to reinforce my submissive subjugation.

I couldn't have asked Daddy for a better compliment. I felt so proud to have him announce his unequivocally love for me and my slutitude. I could tell that he was relishing the sight of our guest ramp up his gyrations within my sensitive rectal tube.

Daddy continued his encouraging tutelage, "Oh, I like that spin move of yours around his asshole. Make sure every anal nerve gets a proper beating. It's freakin' getting me friggin' excited. Ummm, my son's mouth looks like it needs filling. I think I'll help him out on that..."

Daddy stepped behind the sofa back, facing me, naked as the day we're all born. He must've gotten so worked up watching me get worked over that he had completely disrobed without my notice. I picked my head up when I felt his presence to my fore, his hirsute alabaster python dangling temptingly. When I failed to respond in a timely manner, he shoved the back of my head forward against his crotch. Before I had a chance to thank him, his hairy cock passed my lips and into my mouth. I began to inhale him as deep into my esophagus as possible. It was apparently insufficient for his liking, and he bent over my back and bore his weight onto it, with his arms pressing me downward into the couch. That pinned me nicely against the furniture. No chance of escape, but that was okay with me. I would never want to escape this kind of generous loving. Daddy kept pushing me against the top of the couch, simultaneously undulating his hips back and forth, me sucking and licking his big hairy stick when I could catch it in my mouth.

Meanwhile, our guest was ramping up his thrusts against my behind. His cock was a little short of what I like to plow my tiny pink asshole, but it did the job, and he made up for it in enthusiastic humping. I could feel his rod sliding in and out of me with increasing speed. That's always what I like best out in these man-boy-love sessions - a good hard cock rapidly spearing my hole in a desperate rhythm, just before it exploded inside my exploited rectum, eventually flooding it.

The man finally spoke to me. (He must be getting closer to nut-busting.,) "Oh yeah, white boy, squeeze that little fuck hole around my black cock. You know you want my 'BBC' to rape yo' azz. Fuck, it's tight! I'm gonna blow any minute nowwwwww......."

And blow he did! That mailbag-sized ball sac of his must hold a friggin' gallon of splooge. I don't mind, though; the more, the better to forcefully paint my chute walls. I loved the way his balls slapped my taint. It incited my balls to spew forth, and I had to spit Daddy's dick from my mouth to scream for joy.

"Ahhhhh... Daddy," I said with my sole scrap of strength, "this Black man made me come all over the place."

Meanwhile, Daddy was rubbing himself vigorously until I yelled my climax. He couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh shit. That's so fuckin hot. Can't wait anymore. Son, get your ass over here to drop my cum on your back. Hurry, boy... oh! oh! oh... gonna cuummmm..."

Moments later, "Told you my son is a hot little twink," Daddy says to Him when he regains his wind.

"Damn, that baby cracker you got has the best crack ever."

I gloated with a bright, toothless grin. Tonight was a lot of fun, one of the best, even. But it wasn't quite finished yet. The portly Nubian man said his thanks and goodbyes, then assembled his clothes and left out of the front door without a trace.

I turned to Daddy inquisitively, "Daddy, can you make fatherly love to my asshole tonight?"

"Pshaw, you need not ask, son. How can I deny my boy his just desserts? "

Daddy always made all my holes feel good after company went bye-bye. I would usually frot our dicks together; my tiny precum beading head jamming into the V-split of his sensitive frenum. We cum together, which summons both our sleepiness. Then I curl up at my station at the foot of the bed. Pleasant dreams ensued thereafter.

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