Original Sin: On Demand 8.0

Author's Note: As I think most of you already know, I often get comments from readers through my direct e-mail, listed in my Literotica Profile. Of late, more are coming from readers making special requests, asking that I write original stories entirely around their fantasies, most involving interracial sex. The first reader-inspired story was Original Sin: On Demand 1.0 and 2.0, which included Black gang-bang, Black impregnation, lesbian sex, and mother-son incest, both are already published.

What I am offering today, is another in a series inspired by the fantasies of a now almost famous reader, an older white married gentleman, who I call Malcolm. In this series, Malcolm's world has changed completely, he is living a duet with a young Black man named River, is fully reconciled with his wife Margaret, who like Malcolm is bisexual, her lover being her long time friend Veronica, and now she is also Malcolm's lover. I thought the appetizer, Malcolm with Veronica and Margaret with River, made for a good ending, but Malcolm the reader, asked for more.

Your note not only inspired me Malcolm, it has turned into an ongoing series, my favorite yet. Original Sin: On Demand 3.0, 4.0, 5.0, 6.0 and 7.0 have all been published, and here is 8.0. Here's the finale you asked for, and again, this is all for you Malcolm!

Original Sin: On Remand 8.0

The Finale!

Malcolm turned his attention back to his now mostly conscious Veronica, genuinely concerned, and loving her in a way he really felt he shouldn't. As Margaret headed to the kitchen to set the dinner out, River followed to give that gorgeous woman a hand, reminding her that he'd like to start the dinner with a toast. Malcom was again alone with Veronica in the living room.

"Beautiful lady!" Malcolm whispered, as he helped Veronica stand, and hugged her tightly. "I'm loving my Cunt, do you hear me? You fell into role perfectly, dirty talking your Master. That was such a special experience, you came violently, your legs holding me tight while I sucked your cock. It felt like a cock, and you came in my mouth, sweet milk, like a man-come. Taste it Cunt, let me share your come with you, and see my face still shiny and covered in your cunt juice. You are precious, so precious it scares me. Oh what I am going to do to my Cunt, after dinner, this time behind closed doors!"

"Oh my Master!" Veronica answered. "You are my Master, I love you, I have always loved you but never did I expect that you make such sweet love to my cunt, now I love that I am your Cunt. It is the perfect name, and I will wear it with honor. After dinner, rape your Cunt, as you wish, yes, yes, behind closed doors. I want to give up my ass to you!" The two, Malcolm with his arm around Veronica, headed to the dinner table together, connected, and it showed.

"Have a seat you two lovebirds!" Margaret offered, clearly aware that a bond had been formed between her husband and her girlfriend, and she loved it. "Veronica, you look luscious, all flushed and happy. I'm so glad you and Malcolm are enjoying each other. River and I loved walking in on your performance, but I suspect that after dinner, you'll want some privacy. River and I do too!"

"Thank you sweetheart!" Veronica answered. "I was nervous about tonight, now I am not. This is a beautiful evening, and I love that you and River fit together so well. Your dinner smells wonderful, come kiss me please!" Margaret didn't need to be asked, she was right there, the two sharing the taste of come in each of their mouths. Man-come from River's fountain, and the surprising milk from Veronica's. Then the four lovers, all sat down at the dinner table, so beautifully staged by Margaret. Once seated, River stood up with a champagne glass, filled with sparkling water, to offer his well planned toast.

"I want to thank each of you for the amazing welcome you've given me, to what I see as a new family," River started out strongly, that handsome, tall Black man beaming with confidence. "Veronica and Margaret, what beautiful women you are, dressed for the opera, ready to wow any crowd. I walked into this mansion of a home, expecting to audition, to be invited to live in it as my Eastern portage." He paused and laughed, and so did his audience, now engaged in his performance, his youthful command.

"I expected an audition, and was anxious," He admitted. "Instead I was greeted with love, and immediate acceptance. Margaret told me so, silently, with my cock in her mouth. What a greeting, and what a magnificent woman you are Margaret. Thank you!" Brief applause all around, and River continued.

"I have story to share," River was now in his element. "I am the son of a white, European mother, in New Haven, Connecticut while she was finishing her Masters Degree at Yale. I never knew my Black father, and was raised in a largely white enclave of Berkeley, where my mom was a professor. The International House at Berkeley was more racially mixed, but being biracial I didn't quite fit in anywhere, and around Black folks, I wasn't Black enough. So I dated only white women, and those relationships never matured, and my life from Berkeley through the Navy, was quite lonely." River paused, everyone caught up in his story.

"In my private world, absent a father," River continued. "With too much guilt to share it, I often found myself fantasying about older white father-figures. Sophisticated gentlemen, with white hair, and manicured beards. Not something I could share with anyone, so I repressed those bisexual feelings. Last Wednesday, just three days ago, I drove my new Land Rover to your marina, my furthest client area to the East on the Strait, to complete a survey on a sixty-foot Stephens motor yacht, I think you all have seen. A beauty! I knew Godot in passing, for at least a year, a very rare Herresshoff racing hull, a Fishers Island 31. But on that Wednesday there was a sophisticated gentleman, white hair, a manicured beard, a yachtsman no less, on her bow scrubbing her down. It stopped me in my tracks!" Another pause.

"I offered a compliment on that classic!" River continued. "George kept off the bow to make a new friend, and a conversation with that gentleman ensued. Malcolm Montgomery stepped onto the dock, we starred at each other, talked about Godot, and then life. We couldn't stop talking, and we both shared so much, and it felt so good that he invited me to see Godot below deck, and both our worlds changed. He embraced me, we kissed, a first man-kiss for both of us. He told me to take off my clothes, and I did. He surveyed me, walking around me, feeling me, handling me. It was heaven and my cock was so hard I could barely stand. He told me to sit down, and I did. He knelt between my legs, stroked my cock and balls, and took my cock in his mouth while looking up at me, as I was looking down in awe as if in a dream. That handsome man was engulfed in total Black cock adoration, and without consciousness, I held his head in both hands and moaned as he began to slam his face down on my cock." The story took over, River was back in touch with that moment in his life, and so were Malcolm, Margaret, and Veronica.

"As his face pounded down and smashed against my abs," River continued with emotion. "I yelled 'Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy' the words just came out without any thought. Moaning I warned him, I was about to shoot my load, and with that he slammed back down, full deep throat, and he stayed there. I screamed, 'I'm coming, Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, I'm coming!' And God did I. Stream after stream, he sucked and swallowed. I had never felt so lost in orgasm, as in that moment." Another pause, and with a laugh, "That is until in the hallway, with you Margaret!" Everyone laughed, a moment of humor to relieve the intense drama and truth of the story River was telling.

"When I finished coming," River continued. "And my hands dropped from Malcolm's head, he pulled off, and kissed me, sharing man-come with me, my man-come. Then he stood up, and for a few minutes, ordered me to suck the pre-come off his hard white cock, he was shaved so smooth, just like me. He pounded into my face, skull fucking me, holding my head and force fucking my face, until he ordered me to bend over the bench seat. I begged him to please breed me. I didn't need to beg, he fucked my virgin butt for an hour, coming in jets deep in me, and then the feeling of his cock going tantric, dancing in my ass while he bathed me in dirty words, faggot fucking me until we were both soaked in sweat." Another pause.

"On that Wednesday, three days ago, my world changed." River was concluding his story and toast. "I became a man that day, a bisexual man, and as importantly, I felt like a son who had found the dad he had always wanted. Malcolm, you are a giant of a man, I love that you call me son so naturally, and I call you dad! I offer this toast to you!"

Everyone was stunned, carried along with the truth shared by this amazing young Black man. He had told the truth and they all believed him, and clapped with glee, laughter, and relief. Malcolm stood up and hugged him, as River wept openly. Margaret stood up and hugged them both, everyone moved to tears.

"After that, I'm supposed to eat dinner?" Malcolm said, laughing out loud. "For God's sake son, I'm hard as a rock, and so are you. Now that this is officially your Eastern home, I hope you'll Captain Godot. In that regard I'd enjoy being your First Mate, and when our family comes to visit, how cool that you and I take them out for a sail together, making your presence in the house all the more appropriate. Let's all sit down, enjoy our meal, appreciating our great good luck. Thank you River!"

"Dad, I love sailing, and would so enjoy taking the helm in Godot, letting you relax and enjoy. She's such a beauty, but a handful for one man. We'll make a great crew, the two of us. What fun to show off our skill with your family!" River was enthused by how all the pieces were fitting together. "And trust, around your family, I will always address you as Malcolm, dad and son talk, is for this precious group only!"

"Well said son!" Malcolm added, holding up his champagne glass, also filled with water. "Let's set sail!"

A good ice breaking comment, sailing and all, a metaphor for a life going forward. Still, everyone was flushed and ruffled, sitting back down and beginning to calm, but just a bit. All were eating and drinking, a new joint was being passed around, and dinner chatter continued in house filled with sexual chemistry. It was overpowering.

"I think this dinner is going to be but a short respite!" Margaret, said after fifteen or twenty minutes, and with good humor. "Maybe we'll come back to snack on it throughout the evening, as our sexual appetites are quenched. I'm ready for some alone time with the amazing River, but want to freshen up with Veronica first."

"I agree!" Veronica chimed in. "I'm here for you Malcolm, may I leave the table with Margaret, and freshen up for you?"

"Yes, Cunt!" Malcolm responded, in a deep whisper. "I'll meet you in the bedroom shortly. Stay dressed exactly as you are!"

"Yes Master!" Veronica answered, as she stood up with Margaret.

"River," Margaret said, turning back to the table. "Let's break in your new suite, I know Malcolm already gave you a new bathrobe, want to meet me there when you're ready?"

"You bet!" River, the man of the hour answered with new confidence, now clearly a member of the family.

"Grab a joint, if you need one, son!" Malcolm said to River, standing up to go. "I'm going to change into my bathrobe, and relax with pretty Veronica. Hope you do the same. Enjoy Margaret, and likely we'll all end up out here later in the evening. I miss your cock, son. It's been three days, save a load for me, if that's possible! And, thank you again for the kind words, I really don't feel worthy."

"Look what you have built with Margaret!" River needed to make that point. "More than thirty years, she's back, and God is she still a babe. What are the chances that I'll ever find such a relationship, but here I am in the middle of yours and loving it, and you bet I'll save a load for you. I've missed you too dad."

"Remember River," Malcolm counseled. "I was thirty-five when I married that thirty-nine year old trophy wife. Lots of hits and misses, then something that was sublime, until it wasn't. And now we're back together, in part because of you. Margaret and Veronica are both so special, they have worked at staying fit, they're in better shape than they were at your age. Enjoy that amazing truth!"

"Will do, dad!" River said, as the two headed to their respective bedrooms.

Malcolm washed up, donned his bathrobe, sat at the head of the bed with a glass of water and a lit joint, stroking his hard cock, waiting for Veronica to make her entrance. In she came, looking brand new. She stood by the door for a moment, and pushed it shut, let out a sigh as though saying 'finally we're alone together.' She stood up straight, proud, comfortable, and confident. Malcolm twirled his finger, and she slowly turned around, letting him see his prize in the round, like a movie star posing.

"Come here, Cunt!" Malcolm ordered, in that deep whisper. "Bring me a kiss, like you might love me, strange as that might seem. Let's share this joint, and appreciate the moment." Heals on, Veronica crawled up on the big white bed, and brought her open mouth to Malcolm. They kissed deeply, lovingly, and shared that joint, alone together, and in no hurry.

"I do love you, Master!" Veronica offered. "I didn't know how much until today, or even if. But I'm in love with you, I told Margaret, my cunt lover and your wife. She was happy for me, happy to share me with you, hungry actually, that we might make it a threesome on an ongoing basis, loving each other and loving being owned together by you. Nothing strange about it, everything River said about you--was true!"

Malcolm was doubting himself, more than five years questioning his value to anyone, male or female, still shocked that the risk he took in finding River paid off, and it almost magically triggering Margaret's return. Only one thing was certain, his dominant history was his core true self. He had wanted to suck River's cock, it was the move of a dominant, and he had wanted to eat pussy, both Margaret's and Veronica's, for his own pleasure, only too happy that it pleased them as well. He owned them, they were willingly objectified, and his to use.

It was true, he had given up his ass to River, that rare act of total submission was a joyful experience, and a gift to River, but would remain rare, very rare. River now had Margaret, and when she would give up her ass to him, that would be where River would express his dominant needs. With Margaret, and other women to come. For Malcolm and River, the main sexual play going forward would be Malcolm demanding time sucking River's cock, then breeding him savagely, when it suited him.

"Stand up, Cunt!" Malcolm ordered Veronica. "I want to watch you undress, not a strip-tease, just show me yourself and do as you are told. Like I do with Margaret and River, I want to survey my prize, inspect the goods, with the riding crop in my hand. Leave those heals on, consider that black leather strap around your ankles, as bondage implied, and my voice as bondage in the absolute. Got it, Cunt?'

"Got it, Master!" Veronica answered, standing up beside the bed. "I belong to you, and will follow your words!"

That exquisite slinky dress slide off her body like water, Veronica stood up straight, arched her back a bit, her titties bouncing. It was a new vision for Malcolm, her breasts were more full than Margaret's, nipples hard but not as pronounced. Never having had a child, her abs were taut and toned, the personal trainer's work paying off. Malcolm twirled his finger again, no words needed, and Veronica turned around, her knotted pony tail swinging in the process, a mature bubble butt just begging for the riding crop. Malcolm stood up beside her, his white bathrobe open, letting his hard cock rub against her as he circled Veronica, riding crop in hand.

"What a piece of ass you are, Cunt!" Malcolm whispered with authority. "No wonder I am falling in love with you. I'm going to step behind you, let my cock rest on top of your gorgeous raised butt, right between the cheeks, while I strap this black leather blindfold on, completing your symbolic bondage. Then I'll pull your head back by this perfectly knotted pony tail, and you'll begin to feel the sting of the riding crop, where you expect it and where you don't, cry out as you wish!"

"Oh my Master, thank you!" Veronica's moaned those words. "Take me, whip me, I am yours, and am here to serve!"

Holding her pony tail, pulling on it hard, making her arch her back, Malcolm cracked that riding crop across one ivory white butt cheek and then the other, at first just lightly and then a hard crack. She felt the sting, and cried out, more in ecstasy than in pain, but as Malcolm whipped her again and again, and her white skin turned pink, she screamed louder and her body began to shake in a pain-induced orgasm. Veronica was a pain-slut, a hungry pain-slut, needing this pain-play.

"Good girl!" Malcolm growled, hanging on to her pony tail. "I like that my Cunt, comes from the crack of the whip, today the riding crop, in the future we'll play with the Saffron paddle, a real spanking for a very bad, good girl."

Malcolm slid his cock under her whipped butt checks, the head of his cock feeling her cunt dripping, as she panted. He reached around with his left hand, and shoved his fingers into that wet whore cunt, realizing that she could easily be fisted.

"Spread your fucking legs, Cunt!" Malcolm ordered, moving around in front of Veronica. "I'm going to test the crop on you titties and cunt first, then I'll have a surprise for you. Legs spread, but stand up straight! Got it, Cunt?"

"Got it, Master!" Veronica responded, in a weak-kneed daze. "I can't stop coming, blindfolded, the riding crop did it. Amazing!"

Malcolm stepped around, facing Veronica, helping her balance while feasting his eyes on his blindfolded Cunt, head back, body vibrating. He tested the crop on each nipple, eliciting a low moan and body jerking, then he cracked it hard. Veronica screamed, her nipples hardened, tits bouncing as she panted through a few more hard shots from the riding crop, and another orgasm. Malcolm toyed with the crop, just touching her lips, just touching, then kissing, mouth fucking her with his tongue down deep. He wasn't though with the crop, and tested it against her protruding clit, the cock he'd sucked earlier that evening. Just a few cracks of the crop, quite gentle, but the reaction was immediate and strong. Veronica screamed, a real scream, a scream from the pain of it, and as quickly, that screamed turned into a full body pain-induced orgasm. Malcolm stood back up and held his captive, or she would have fallen. She was a major pain slut, more than he had ever experienced, and probably capable of going farther than he was willing to go. So for a time he stood with her, hugging her, letting her moan and shake, his cock under, but not in her soaked cunt.

"Oh Master, Oh Master!" Veronica finally found words. "That was unreal, I've never come that hard, Margaret and I have only played with the riding crop, that was violent and God did it take me over the moon!"

"Good girl, Cunt!" Malcolm responded, dropping to his knees, facing the pussy he'd just whipped, it was still quivering, dripping, red and swollen. Malcolm dropped the crop, put the fingers of his right hand together, and pushed his hand into that pussy, his left hand stabilizing her by her right butt cheek. Deep in her pussy, he formed a fist, and those tiny cunt lips of hers wrapped around his wrist. "I'm in you now, Cunt, all the way and I'm going to fist fuck you hard. Fist fucking my Cunt, my fucking lesbian faggot cunt!"

Veronica was almost sitting on that fisting arm, pumping in and out of her, as Malcolm pushed up, she pushed down, and screamed and howled like an animal. No words, she was whipped and fist fucked, her pussy taking a full fist and arm, pain and pleasure induced orgasms wracked her whole body, cunt juice flowed down Malcolm's arm. The two were as connected as two human animals could be, Veronica's legs were rubber, her body held up by Malcom's fist and arm, and that left hand reaching around pulling at her right butt cheek in a strong hug, his face against her rippling abs. A long continuous moan serenaded the two, lost in animal land. Time stood still.

"Good fucking girl, Cunt!" Pulling his fist out of her pussy, Malcolm was the first to speak human words. "You are so special, but your Master's cock is screaming for relief! I'll guide you, I'm going to lean against the wall, drop to your cunt knees and suck the pre-come dripping from my cock. Got it, Cunt?"

"Got it, Master!" Veronica was alive, and followed Malcolm's direction, dropping to her knees, blindfolded but finding her Master's cock as he leaned against the wall. "Oh how I need your cock, Master! Please let me suck it, fuck my face, I'm yours, I love you!"

"Suck it, Cunt!" Malcolm ordered, taking her head in both hands. "Suck my pre-come, and I'm going to skull fuck you for a minute, just because I can, but I am not going to come. I'm just having fun, and saving my load for your ass. I'm skull fucking my Cunt, as a warm-up, bitch, what I need most is to sodomize you. Get skull fucked, knowing you're going to get ass raped by your Master, and I'm going to take my time, unloading in your fucking butt and going tantric!" And so it went, for a few minutes, then Malcolm led Veronica back to the bed, butt sticking up ready to be raped.

"Finally, Cunt, the butt rape I've been wanting all evening!" Malcolm exclaimed, filled with pent-up need, edging himself with patient restraint for hours, he impaled Veronica's rosebud, well lubed by her own flow of cunt juice. "Sodomy! Nothing better, your butt hole grabbing and milking my cock, milking a load out of me, Cunt. Margaret may have told you, with age and training, shooting a load for me is just the beginning, my cock goes into an uncontrollable tantric dance, giving me near endless orgasms. Best in the ass, all evening I have been waiting. Work for fucking come, Cunt. Milk your Master's cock. Got it, Cunt?"

"Oh Master, yes finally, I got it!" Veronica cried out, so happy to be working for her Master, so amazed at how he had worked her. She was ready to whore her ass around Malcolm's cock. "Rape my faggot lesbian ass, rape me Master, rape me. Sodomize me, oh how I want to give you pleasure!"

Her blindfold still on, Malcolm now pounding into her raised butt, on the bed of their mutual dreams, Veronica felt unleashed. She felt valued, finally of undisputed value to the Master she sought to serve. As Malcolm pounded away, growling and grunting, lost in his own animal delirium, Veronica found her voice.

"Oh Master!" Veronica was almost yelling, breathless, pounded and gaped. "Yes Margaret told me about your cock's amazing tantric dance, she loves it. Use me, use my whole body, rape my whore ass, you whipped me to orgasm after orgasm with at riding crop, fuck me till you drop, I love it, I love you, this is what I was meant to be, how I was meant to be used, whoring my ass on my Master's cock!"

And so it continued, Malcolm hovering over and pounding relentlessly, savagely, into Veronica's supine body, naked but for the blindfold and the ankle-cuffed high heals, sweat pouring off his body onto hers. Nothing but the sounds of two slippery sweat covered bodies colliding, no recognizable syllabic sounds, just animal noises, and breathless panting. Malcolm came without notice or awareness, shooting streams of man-come deep into Veronica's cunt butt, and his cock began its tantric dance and he pounded away until he couldn't, collapsing on Veronica's welcoming body. They were two silent panting beings that simply belonged together, at peace with each other, and at peace with the world they had just reinvented. Time passed.

Malcolm and Veronica would say hello to each other in the shower together, that night. They would share words of love, that night. They were the whole world, that night. Nothing else existed, that night.

Showered and back in his bathrobe, Malcolm was hungry and thirsty, and would make his way into the living room where he found River, similarly showered and hungry, getting some Blues started on the stereo. Veronica, now in a matching bathrobe, would go find Margaret freshly showered in River's bedroom, also putting on a fresh bathrobe. Those two would share some girl time, talking about their evening adventures, but they too would be hungry and thirsty, ultimately heading to the living room and kitchen, hearing the sound of the Blues, and something else.

As they came in from the hallway, there on the white leather loveseat, so well used, was the Black adonis River, bathrobe wide open, Malcolm kneeling before him, impaling his face on hard and potent Black cock. Black cock adoration in progress, River holding his needy dad's head in his hands, moaning "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, I'm coming," feeding him the last load of this story, a hard story to end...