MyManThugLover Chapter3 I heavily, awakening to a bright Saturday morning sun. D-Money was gone, no doubt abandoning me sometime during the night to in the1st bedroom with my boyfriend Jman. I yawned and stretched my muscles, feeling an instant sharp pain shoot through my and battered rectum. "Oh!" I yelled aloud, recalling the night before, and the events which got my insides to aching so much. I couldn't believe I'd been the centerpiece of a actual gangbang last night. That I took so many thug dicks in my ass and mouth at one time. D-Money certainly succeeded in turning me out if that was his intentions. I had to clench my already achingly sore asshole tighter just to keep the 2cum loads inside D-Money had shot into it last night. I was slow to sit up on the edge of the bed. I didn't want to risk another sharp pain from moving to fast. I figured my insides were shoved aside, poked and plundered enough from all the fucking they had gotten, and that they just needed a little time and opportunity to fall back into their proper places.I managed to make my way to the bathroom where I was able to relieve my blatter, then I made way down the back stairs to the kitchen. It was a mess. I opened the refrigerator. It was empty of course. D-Money's friends were sure to eat us out of house and home while they fucked the hosts silly."Ungrateful bastards" I thought to myself. At Least they left the uncooked food such as eggs, bacon, and vegetables. I closed the refrigerator door and made my way through to the living room where I found D-Money slumped down in my easy chair watching tv. He was wearing my favorite black silk pajamas and had his feet crossed on the glass coffee table. I had on some flannel bottoms I managed to find in the 2ñd bedroom closet. "Where's Jman?" I asked politely, looking around at the mess we made last night. Jman may have been a lot of things, but messy wasn't one of them. If he was up, this place would have been cleaned spotless by now."Gone." D-Money said without looking up. "Gone?" I repeated."When? Where?"Yup. Sumtime last night. Packed all his and split while we was '." D-Money said, more engrossed in the tube then our conversation. He was watching an episode of X-Men Revolution."Just like that?" I asked."No note? No nothing?" I said stunned, sitting down on my cum stained couch. The fabric looked ruined. It had a regal stench to it, that reminded me of Chicken Of The Sea. It would take days to scrub it clean. D-Money pointed back into the kitchen over his shoulder with his thumb."Check da trash." I walked back into the kitchen, and rumbled through the top of the trash can which was filled to the brim with 40 oz's and cans of my imported brewed beer, as well as all my liquor bottles. I found a crumbled piece of white paper which must have fallen down the sides into the can. I un-crumbled it, and read the short note written in Jman's handwriting which as soaked in stale beer."I'm OUT!" it stated quaintly."Fucked up ain't it?" D-Money said, kicking his way through the trash and bottles on the floor. "." I mumbled aloud."just like that, down the drain."Right? Bitch ain't even say g'bye n'. I wouldn't minded bangin dat ass one last time either." D-Money stated, peering into the empty refrigerator."Guess it's just me and you now B." he added, smacking me on my ass as he exited the room."We can make due without his tired old ass. Make me some breakfast babe." Life with D-Money was no bed of roses. Taking Jman's place as his "new boy" (as he called it) wasn't easy. I still had my 9 to 5 job to contend with, but on top of that, D-Money expected me to keep the house clean, food on the table, and him happy & satisfied in the bedroom all night long. He allowed me to move back into the 1st bedroom which I was to share with him (mostly because he didn't like to alone, and because he loved to with his dick either up against someone's ass, or in it). Every morning before work, I'd have to awaken D-Money with an early morning blowjob, sucking his oversized dick to completion. D-Money loved his morning blowjobs, and he loved watching me swallow and savor his thick loads as I choked them down my throat. Only then am I allowed to shower away all the sex from the night before, and ready myself for work. Usually, my asshole (which stayed sore the first few weeks after replacing Jman in our bed) twitched and screamed for release the morning after a night of D-Money feeding it his thick brown monster and hot cum. I would stand in the cold ring of the tub, and let the hot water splatter all over my body. The stinging waters would succeed in washing away the sticky substances which clung to my body like paste. My asshole would dilate briefly, and an entire evening's worth of discarded cum would excrete from my soft bowels, washing away down the drains. Most days after showering, I'd have to kiss D-Money good-bye on the lips like a loving wife, then rush out the door to work (provided he didn't spring another morning erection while I was getting dressed, and demanded to fuck). Usually my days at work would go by uneventfully, except with an occasional phone call from D-Money (whom the receptionist still believed was my cousin) reminding me who's bitch I was. But sometimes (around once or rarely twice a week) D-Money would stop by my office, and make me suck his dick, Just to show me who was boss in the relationship. I'd long ago told Sally (the receptionist) that I wasn't to be disturbed when my "cousin" was in. One day, I'd just come back into the office after having an early leisurely luncheon with some of the guys at work before a 1pm staff meeting, when I came across D-Money sitting behind my desk with his feet up smoking a blunt, and making a long distance phone call to his "peeps". Daniel (my closest associate at work) and I stopped in our tracks at the door. The smell of marijuana hit our noses the instant we opened it."D-Money!" I said somewhat startled, and embarrassed. Daniel (Dan), cleared his throat, and straightened his tie nervously."Uh, Brandon...I think I'll get back with you later about that file. I'll see you at the meeting." he said, before turning and exiting my office promptly. He didn't want to be anywhere near my office incase any of the bosses past by and smelled the marijuana, or have it sented in his clothes at the meeting. I also think he was a little scared of D-Money's demeanor. He did indeed look the part his thug life suggested. I closed the door behind him, pulled out a can of floral spray, and doused the room with the scent of spring flowers. Then I turned my attention to D-Money. After taking his time finishing his conversation, D-Money hung the phone up, and eyed me sternly."Where da fuk you been?" he asked indignantly."To lunch." I said, standing. "Wid dat muthafuka Dan again!" he said, sounding jealous."We're work buddies-" I defended."-sometimes we do lunch together."Dat all yall do?" he asked, now sounding suspicious. His hands folded across his belly like an inspector."Yes." I answered."What else we supposed to do? He doesn't know anything about what we...you and I...do."Kewl." D-Money said, looking more relaxed."If he did know, would you be down to kick it with 'them?" he suddenly asked after a brief thought."No." I answered immediately."I don't want or need any negative pressure going around the office about me."Whut, you scured these niggas'll want some more of that fine firm azz I been molding'?" he chuckled to himself. He then felt up the rising hardon in his pants, and commanded I come closer. "No-" I said in response to his question, even though I was sure he wasn't looking for one."-I'm afraid they'll think unwisely. I don't want to see my career held up for something that I am not." The smug look on D-Money's face told me he thought differently. I made my way around the desk to stand beside D-Money as he sat in my seat. My dick was already betraying me, causing my slacks to tent out slightly. D-Money reached up and started my butt."Not instead huh?" he moaned, ignoring my hardon and caressing both his dick and my ass at the same time."Faggots atta all you can eat glory hole at Mardi-gra don't like dick as much as your ass do!" D-Money griped."I know' niggas dat'll if they knew how good this here azz really was. Them white boiz out there in them offices all be lining' up to get up in this all natural grade-A black boy-pussy of yours. You think your boy Dan wouldn't be in line if he knew how sweet you really was? He'd probably dick your gay faggot ass down everyday at lunch time. Think you'd like dat?"D-Money, please" I begged, nervous that his comments may be cleverly disguised threats."Please what nigga?" He knew he had me over a barrel."Please don't tell anyone. I'll do whatever you want please" D-Money smiled contently."So you'll be my complete bitch? Do whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you?"Yes." I said without hesitation.D-Money sat back in my chair."Rather you know' it or not B, I already gets dat from you."He then looked across my desk."I own you, lock, stock and barrel, got it? You my bitch always and forever, feel me? I don't care if you got married with 14 k**s, your ass is mines first and foremost, understand? Even if I disappear, you're still mines! If I feel you fucked me over in anyway...."I understand." I said, before D-Money could finish his threat. I didn't want to know what heights his cruelty could sore. He just smiled that devilish grin I'd become accustomed to seeing."Good. Now get down here and take care of your man's dick." he ordered. I didn't hesitate. Didn't even bother to look at my watch, knowing I would be late for an important meeting. D-Money's needs came first. Before mine. Before work. I got down on my knees between my man's legs and pulled his stiff dick out of his pants. The large head was already leaking clear pre-cum. D-Money massaged the long snake, silently ordering me to suck it.There was no need for him to say it verbally. Secretly, I smiled to myself on the inside. I looked cross-eyed at the beautiful mean looking cobra before me. My stomach churned with butterflies in anticipation of feeling Money's thick crowbar between my lips. I knew D-Money would want me to suck on his swollen wood until my stomach filled with his delicious salty cum. He loved having his nutt swallowed. We had repeated that ritual many times over the past 3 months he'd been staying at my house. I really liked the fact that D-Money thought I was hot, and loved to fuck me every chance he got. I loved the way he looked at me, and demanded sexual servitude. The way his dick would just instantly rise up brick hard whenever I walked into a room. It made me feel like I held some invisible power over him. Like I had the power to control his sexual desire. To manipulate him like a puppet on a string. I'm the one that made his dick hard. I was the one that peaked his sexual arousal, or made him nutt. I controlled how long it would take him to cum, by deciding how good a job I would do on his dick. Not him. I was the one in control. I wasn't aware if D-Money continued fucking women when I wasn't around, but I sure was aware he'd been saving his loads for me when I got home at night. Wouldn't a night go by that my body wasn't housing 2 or 3 loads of his spunk. I took the sweet swollen head between my lips, and sucked the tasty cum beads from the tip. D-Money sat back into my swivel chair while letting my tongue slither along the long belly of his dick until my mouth was completely filled with the thick column of his shaft. The head bumped into the start of my throat, and I expertly opened the passage until his dick sank all the way down into it balls deep."Yeh boi, dats how you suk a dick." D-Money moaned, sitting back in my chair like he was the boss man of the company. I labored over D-Money's wood like a part-time job. The fat head and long shaft sawed in and out of my throat easier with every new experience. I could tell that my skills had gotten better over the past 12 weeks, and D-Money could certainly tell as well. I took his dick from tip to root, coating the chucky shaft with my slick saliva, and milking that huge bone for all it was worth."Damn babee, you want that cum don't you?" D-Money said, putting his hand on the back of my head, making me bob it up and down faster. I sucked harder on D-Money's dick. I could tell by the way I had his dick throbbing between my lips, that it wouldn't be long before I had my goal. D-Money was right, I did want that cum. I'd gotten so used to tasting it over the past 3 months, that it became my favorite beverage of choice. I loved feeling it slide down my throat, en-route to my stomach. I needed D-Money's nutt as much as he need to nutt. I had become an addict. I felt D-Money's dick get that familiar steely hard it usually gets just when he's about to shoot. I took his rod deep into my throat, and bobbed my head in short strokes, causing his dick to rub back and forth in the warm confines of my gullet. My lips smacked repeatedly against the base of his pubes. D-Money's head fell backward, his lower lip dropped. I felt the tension in his legs stiffen. His balls tightened. I attacked his prod relentlessly, injesting it into my body like the air I breathe. D-Money's hands balled into tightened fists. His head shook back and forth like he was trying to fight off his climax. I knew he liked having his dick sucked for hours on end, so it didn't surprise me that he was trying to hold off as long as possible."Fuck what are you trying to do nigga.?" he asked, looking down at me wondrously, as he felt the nutt in his balls rise. I felt it too. Felt his dick throb uncontrollably, then start to hose my mouth with his salty juice. I loved feeling the cum shoot out of his dick and into my mouth. Loved feeling the warm nutt-juice fill my oral cavity, before wolfing it down like gatorade."Damn! Fuck! dat was da bomb boi!" D-Money praised. His voice registering higher than I was comfortable with. I didn't want those in the office to hear. I finished sucking his joint clean, making sure I got every ounce of his rich cream before popping his meat out of my mouth and getting up off my knees. I straightened out my pants pleats, checked my cuffs, licked my lips for any residue from D-Money nectar, then checked my watch. 12:58pm. That meant it only took me 5 minutes to cop D-Money's nutt. A new worlds record. D-Money must have read my mind."So you think you hot now huh?" he asked, still sitting back in my chair. His wet satisfied dick lying limply on his left thigh. "Think you bad now that you dun made me nutt quick huh? You just remember who taught your ass all you know motherfucker." D-Money said, recognizing a slight shift in the balance of power as he stood up and angrily tucked his drained piece back into his pants. I made it to the meeting just a few minutes late, and savored the flavor of my man on my lips through the entire session. Later that night, I came home expecting the normal routine. I'd take my blazer off, hang it up on the rack, kiss D-Money "hello", give him his evening blowjob, go into the kitchen and cook dinner, shower, then wait for him to come to bed to fuck me a new asshole. But tonight was different. I came home from work, but D-Money's jeep wasn't parked in the drive as usual. I parked my car, and walked into the house. Everything seemed to be in order, except there was no D-Money there to greet me. That really wasn't all that unusual, as he sometimes ran errands, or whatever it was he did on the side while I was at work. Ignorance is bliss, I told myself. I took off my blazer, and proceeded to walk towards the kitchen, when I heard a strange noise upstairs. I called out D-Money's name, but got no answer. I decided to go investigate, figuring he may've gone to take a nap, and would be in need of my oral services before dinner. I stopped on the stairwell leading upstairs when that last thought came back, hitting me like a ton of bricks. D-Money had conditioned me so well, and I'd become such a devoted submissive to his demands, that I was actually going upstairs without being ordered, to willingly suck on this man's (my captor's) dick without being told. I could actually feel my own dick rise up hard in my pants at the thought of feeling his hard penis shoving its way down my throat. And although the thought of being a willing participate in my own degradation repulsed me to no end, I still found myself walking forward, hoping to find the man I'd grown to like and love all at the same time, soundly asleep in our bed so that I could perform his greatest preference. I reached the top of the stairs, and walked into the 1st bedroom, but found nothing. The bed was still unmade, as D-Money was the last one out of it this morning. I turned to walk back out the door to head toward the kitchen, when I suddenly came face to face with a stranger, standing right behind me, almost looking through me with his dead evil eyes. "Where the Fuck iz D-Money?!" he asked, his face a ball of tension."I don't know" I said, my heart instantly leaping into my throat. (WHAM) -a steel hard slap rang across my face like a baseball bat. I hit the floor like a block of cement. From behind the door, another figure emerged. Dragging me up to my feet by my collar."I'mma ask ya one mo' time Bitch. Where's D-Money?!" the man repeated. I was still seeing stars, and my mind was reeling with dizziness."I...I...Ooofffffh!!!" I gasped from another hit, this time in the stomach. I thought I would loose my lunch. There was another hit across the other facial cheek, bitch-slapping me backwards out of the second guy's grasp onto the bed. My attacker climbed on top of me, fist poised back to hit me again when I heard the voice of a third party enter the room."Yo, kewl out.-" the figure said, stepping into the room like he was the Godfather."-Don't you niggas see he don't know where dat pussy D-Money is an'?" The man on top of me looked over at the doorway, then back down at me. The look of anger on his face showed me how disappointed he was that he wasn't allowed to pound my face into mush. He backed down off of me . I uncovered my face, trying to see the face of my savior through tear stained swelling eyes. I blinked twice to be certain I saw the figure correctly. "You aiight?" he asked, moving into the room."Ye...yeah. Yes." I said nervously, my hands shaking from the ordeal. I recognized the man as one of the fellows D-Money had invited to the orgy party he had had a few months ago with me and Jman as the center of attractions. It was Pooh. D-Money's main-man. "This here ma'phucka don't know shyt about nothing'." Pooh said, taking my chin into his hand and turning my face sideways so that he could inspect the damage."He ain't nuthin' but D-Money's -bitch. His ass-pussy. His faggot-hoe. Ain't dat right Bitch?"I felt his grasp on my chin tighten. I shook my head "yeah". "Oh, iz dat so?" the mean one (I'll call him "thug1") that had been hitting me said, grabbing his crotch in the process and fumbling with his growing dick."Yeh. And' the' nigga good at it too." Pooh commented, bringing smiles from his boys. Then he put his large hand on top my head, guiding me down to my knees on the floor in front of him. He fished through his fly for his fat dick, and whipped it out like a giant log, slapping it across my face like a club."Remember this pussy-boi?" he asked, my face stinging wherever his dick hit it from the mean dudes punches. I sat there on the bedroom floor, letting Pooh fuck me at his will."Bitch ass motherfucker." the other guy said, watching me punk out for Pooh. Pooh stuck hi

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My Man's Thug Lover Chapter2 It'd been less than a day since I first encountered DMoney. After that first meeting where he took my manhood in front of my man, butt fucking me and shooting his cumload deep inside my once one man ass, he kind of moved himself in with my boyfriend Jman and myself. After ontop of me, DMoney got up and left sometime during the night. I woke up the next morning to get ready for work. Jman had been next to me all night, but was unsure where we stood at the moment after I'd caught him cheating on me with his lover thug. I told him "we'd discuss our future together once I got back from work". All during work, I found my mind wandering back to events from the previous day. My asshole was still a little numb from the workout DMoney had given it, but my pride is what suffered the most damage. I couldn't phone the police about what happened, they'd have to make a report, and then my ordeal would be made public record. I sat behind my desk, and wondered how I got myself into such a mess. I became acutely aware of my own asshole. I felt every pout and pucker it made all day, something I was never aware of before until now. What did they do to me? Upon entering my house, my nose was greeted with the smell of dinner being prepared in the kitchen. Jman wasn't one to slave much in the kitchen, so I figured this was his way of trying to make up. I still loved him, but if he thought the way to my heart was through my stomach, he was living a dream. I hung my blazer on the coat rack, and placed my briefcase on the floor. I walked into the livingroom, and to my utter surprise, found DMoney laying on my couch, watching a Simpsons cartoon."What the fuck....?" was my first reaction, seeing my assailant on my furniture like he owned it. "Wuzup B?" he asked brightly, propping his feet up in the armrest."What are you doing here? Where's Jman?" I asked, looking towards the kitchen for answers."Yo, he inna kitch'n making' us something to eat. come here....." he gestured for me to come to him, but remembering our last meeting, I kept a safe distance."çome here." he said more insistent, the tone of his voice startling me. I went over and stood near him at the couch. DMoney sat up, allowing me space to sit on my own furniture. Once I sat down, he placed his arm around my shoulder. "I live here now B." he said smartly, his eyes still on the tube. "So you just better get used to me being' here, sharing' your life....and your man." I pulled away from him, and looked at him like he was crazy. "Yo Jman!" he shouted loudly, "Where's my beer?" Jman came out of the kitchen carrying one of my imported beers. His eyes widened when he noticed I was home. he handed DMoney the beer, then stood near us, searching my face for a reaction. DMoney popped the top, and guzzled the beer til it was half gone."Dinner ready yet?" he asked him with a loud belch. "Not yet." he said, his eyes rapidly moving back and forth from him to me and back again."That's one sexy ass man we got there B." he said as he dismissed him back into the kitchen. "Can't wait to get back up in dat ass tonite." he added, watching his ass shake as he disappeared through the kitchen door. I went to get up from the couch, when DMoney's hand grabbed my arm, and pulled me back down in my seat. "Where da fuck you goin?" he asked me after taking one more swig of beer before and wiping his mouth on the back of his arm and crushing the can in his fist. "I just got in from work" I said sarcastically, "I could use a shower." "I agree" DMoney said, grabbing me by the back of my head, and pulling it down to his crotch."right after you suck my dick." I tried to pull my head up from his grasp, but DMoney was determined to show me who was King of the castle. "Suck it." he said insistently. I could feel the thickness of his dick through his sweats, the head pressing me in the face. I tried pulling away, but DMoney had a death grip. He stood up from the sofa, and pulled me onto my knees in front of him, then pulled out his stiff dick. He slapped it across my face like a crowbar, then pressed the swollen head up to my lips. The fat tip smearing precum against them like lipstick. "Here you go babe, suck on it for me. You looked like you liked the taste of it when it wuz comin' outta your boys ass last night, see if you can make it cum now." I knew to resist would be pointless. So I simply closed my eyes and opened my mouth, letting him slip it inside. The head was big enough to fill my entire oral cavity. DMoney fed me dick like a food group. He wallowed the head around in my mouth, getting the knob all juicy with my saliva, then more of it in. I felt the shaft slowly fit into my mouth, making me gag near the thick base. "humm" he said, pulling back slightly. "not used to throating big long thick ones' yet huh? You'll get used to it homeboi, thrust me." he said confidently, thrusting his hardon further into my mouth, the tip hitting me at the start of my throat. "uuuhgg!" I gagged again, it was like trying to swallow a giant Jamaican banana whole. "Stop gaggin' muthafuka!" DMoney said, wanting to feel his dick submerged in some tight throat. I knew he didn't expect me to know how to deepthroat my first time sucking did he? He took me by my head and began to face fuck me , punching his big dick past my restraining throat muscles. My gagging and teary eyes didn't seem to phase him any as he pressed forward, going deeper. "Yeh, that's it babeeboi, thats how you sucka dick! Dayum!"Tears streaked down my cheeks, soaking themselves in my t shirt. DMoney was relentless with his thrusts, he tilted my head backwards with his huge hands, putting pressure on the back of my neck, and pumped in and out of my mouth like it was new ass. "Yeah bitch, take dat dick!" he touted, thrusting wildly. I held my mouth open, and just let him fuck it like he wanted, hoping it would make him cum soon, and end my torment. I wasn't disappointed. Sure enough, DMoney couldn't stand feeling his oversized dick punch down my throat any longer. He threw back his head, and started to tremble all over. I felt his dick grow thicker and harder in my mouth, saliva slipping out past my lips in rivers, dripping down onto my work shirt and tie. "Awe boi, here it cums! I'm gonna cum!"DMoney had me by the back of my head, he thrust himself ball deep into my throat, holding my head while his balls slapped against my lips and he dumped load after thick chunky load down my throat. His dick jumping and spitting like crazy. I couldn't taste DMoney's load, as most of it poured down my throat like faucet water, until he pulled back and let the rest of it land on my tongue. The fat head pumping out steady free flowing semen like goo. It took all the strength I had not to it all back up in his crotch. I remained on my knees looking up at my assailant through tear stained vision, his dick shrinking in my mouth. He looked down at me, and pat me gently on my head."You did good work B" he complimented. "now swallow that cum." he commanded, removing his dickhead. I closed my mouth and swallowed. (Gulp). "Now go upstairs and take that shower." He then tucked his spent dick back into his sweats, and sat back down on the sofa, as if nothing just happened. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and slowly rose to my feet, when I spotted Jman peeking his head out of the kitchen door. "He witnessed the whole ordeal" I thought to myself, feeling even more . I hung my head in shame, and made my way up the stairs to the bathroom. That's when I noticed I had a boner in my shorts. I was shocked at myself. No way could I have liked what just happened to me. In the shower, I felt the warm water soothe all the dirt and grime off my body from the long day. I could still taste the residue of DMoney's cum in my mouth, and wondered why I hadn't yet washed it out with toothpaste. My dick was still rigid, as I soaped myself up. When I finished showering, and drying myself off, I wrapped a towel around my waist, and ventured into the 1st bedroom but I was stopped at the door."Sorry B" DMoney said, placing his hand on my chest, stopping me cold. "this's my room now babee. Your room's down there." he informed me, pointing down the hall. I saw Jman laying back naked on my king sized bed, waiting for his lover to give him the fuck of his life. I heard him laugh as he slammed the door in my face, seconds later, I heard him jumping on the bed. I silently walked down the hall to the 2nd bedroom (my new room) where my clothes, my suits, my shoes, my underwear, and all my personal items were shattered all over the floor and bed. I picked up two big arm fulls of clothing, and hurled them onto the floor, then laid down. As my head hit the pillow, I recalled how DMoney had just took oral control over me, how he me to take his enormous dick down the back of my throat, and mouth fucked me to orgasm. I felt my dick spring a tent in my towel, as I began to hear the bedsprings from the 1st bedroom go wild, and my boyfriend Jman's unmistakable groans as DMoney began to fuck the life out of him. It caused me to recall my encounter with the street thug last night, and my asshole was grateful that it didn't have to suffer the same stings it did the night before. I opened the towel, and began to stroke my dick to the sounds of their love making. It lasted about 20 minutes. I shot a huge load of pent up cum all over my flat stomach. It felt like I'd been holding that particular load in me for years. I let out a loud moan when it finally came out, a second later, I heard DMoney's moans as well, knowing we both just came at partially the same time, made me feel strangely content. Like I'd just gotten him off myself. I quickly drifted off to . I don't know how long I , but I awakened to Jman sneaking into my room completely naked. I sat up in king size bed in the middle of a cluttered room, waiting to hear his explanation for coming into my room at this late hour, when he suddenly, unexpectedly threw me back on the bed, and straddled my face."DMoney gave me a message for you" he said, smashing his wet sperm reaked ass onto my face."he says he "knows you like the taste of his cum", so he wants you to "eat it out of my ass" everytime he fucks me." Jman began to rub his asshole on my face, my lips and nose were smeared in his juices. I was tempted to push him up off of me, slam him to the ground, and throttle him good for choosing his thug boyfriend over me, but I thought better of it. I didn't want to chance Jman reporting I went against his wishes, so I allowed him to smear my face with his asshole. Instinctively I licked, my tongue tasting the lips of his hole. After one lick, I took another. Suddenly I was wrapping my hands around his spread thighs and pulling him down onto my upturned face, wallowing in his Ass. Jman began to groan, rotating his hips on my face. I licked at the lips, sucking and dipping my tongue in his opening to get at the flavor."UH!" Jman moaned, getting into it. he'd always did like my oral loving, bouncing his ass up and down on my erect tongue like it was a tiny dick. I'd always enjoyed Jman's ass, its smell, its taste, its look. Jman had the prettiest trimmed pubic area I'd ever seen. From the first time we made love, I'd been in love with the look of his ass. "Oh yes Brandon, eat it! DMoney wants you to eat it!" He heaved, his perky Nipples as he rode my face harder. I sealed my lips to Jman's, and sucked his hole hard as I'd ever had, causing his voice to quiver lowly. He bit his bottom lip to keep from yelling too loud, we didn't want to risk bringing DMoney's wrath down on us. I knew DMoney had fucked Jman good, his pussy smelled as though he'd been in him for hours. There was an erotically funky scent, that rose my loins to heights I never before knew I had, til last night. I felt something liquidy start to seep out of Jman and into my mouth. I instantly knew it was DMoney's cum load. The still warm sperm (undoubtedly kept warmed by Jman's insides) trickled into my open mouth like a slow stream. I willingly engulped the amazing fluid, feeling it run along my tastebuds and form a puddle on the back of my tongue before swallowing it down without a second thought, my hungry lips sucking for more."UH, UH, OH, Brandon..." Jman moaned reaching orgasm, his strong thighs squeezing tightly as he began to tremble all over like a frightened in a thunderstorm. I held on tight to his thighs, following his hips as he bucked wildly on my face, ignoring my need to breath. Eating ass was always one of my favorite pasttimes, so my dick was brick hard and standing stiff above my belly. Jman's breathing began to turn to normal as his orgasm subsided. He continued to let me lap at his swollen snatch until he regained enough strength to climb down off my face. I followed him as he rose his left leg to unstraddle me like a horse. My lips remained sealed to his sweet tasting cunt as I tried to drain him of every drop of DMoney juice. He yipped playfully as our lips parted ways with a loud smacking sound. I licked my lips, my eyes running up his perfectly nude body with wants desires. Jman smiled innocently, as if he still held feelings for me. The look only lasted a few seconds at best, when we heard DMoney clear his throat from the doorway. Jman spun around stunned. "Good job babee, now get back to the room." he ordered. Jman broke camp, running past DMoney without giving me a second glance. DMoney watched his ass jiggle down the hall, then he turned to me with a grin."Yooooweeee B, thas shure alotta man." I didn't answer, I just remained on my my elbows watching this man that came into my life and home, and took over."So how you like the taste of my nutt?" he asked flatly. I instantly felt ashamed."No need to answer sweetpea, I can tell you liked it from da way you was eating' our boy out. Was not just' ass you was tasting' was it B?" he asked smugly. The snot sure had balls."Take care of dat ole'head" he said, referring to my erection."we'll hookup tomorrow."And with that, he turned and walked out the door. After jacking off again, I fell off to , feeling my life's essence drip off the sides of my stomach onto the sheet. The next morning, I awoke to the smell of coffee and breakfast. I groggily got to my feet and made my way to the bathroom. It's a wonder what a shower and a shave could do to pick up one's spirits. I was in the midst of shaving when DMoney walked into the bathroom to take a piss. He was wearing my favorite black silk robe. He walked past and grumbled a barely audible "Good morning", opened my favorite robe, and began pissing in the toilet while I stood there shaving. After a long piss, he shook his dick off the last few drops, flushed, and smacked me on my nude ass as he exited back into what was now his bedroom. It didn't take me long to get dressed and head downstairs. Thats where I found Jman in the kitchen cooking DMoney's breakfast as if she was mother of the year. The sight of his nude, except for Jays and an apron, was an exceptional sight. I still found him attractive."Brandon" He said with a gasp (which I never understood, I mean, I did still live there). The apron barely covered his front, his nipples were visible through its sheerness, as was his genitalia. His ass was out in plain sight. Obviously a request of his new lover. I didn't say anything as I entered the kitchen, feeling like a stranger in my own home. "I...I've cooked breakfast..." He said nervously. I simply walked across the room towards the refrigerator, grabbing a carton of orange juice for my breakfast. I poured myself a glass, and downed it without a word. Jman couldn't take anymore. "Why don't you answer me?" He asked, trying to avoid the grease that popped out of the frying pan in front of him."You act like you're the only here." He tried to whisper. I looked at him like he was crazy."Answer me!" He nearly screamed, punching me in my back with his fist as I turned away. I spun around and grabbed Jman by his arms, bringing him in close to my face."I am the only here, you brought this on yourself. I didn't bring DMoney in here, you did!" I testified, pushing him back out of my way."Fuck you Brandon!" He said, holding the back of his hand up to his face to hold back tears."Your friend's already taken care of that" I said, walking out the back door to my car in the driveway. I've never been so glad to go to work before in my life. I just needed to get away from the insanity in my house, if only for a few hours. Work went well, as usual. I had a 9am staff meeting, and an 11am phone conference that lasted 45 minutes longer then I expected. Work had became my solace to save my sanity, now that Jman had changed up on me. I was able (at least for a little while) to forget what awaited me once I returned home,to a spare bedroom with an comfortable king sized bed, and another man's dick. I looked at my watch, and noticed it was already 1pm. I decided to head out for lunch when I got a call from the office's receptionist just a few doors outside my office."Yes Sally? "Brandon, there a young man out here at my desk that insists he's your roommate. He says his name is....one second please....". I heard her ask the stranger for his name again, then she returned."....he says his name is DMoney.Shall I send him in?" DMoney? I thought to myself. What's he doing here? "Send him in Sally." A few seconds later, DMoney walked through my door, closing it behind himself. He stood in my office, wearing grey sweat pants, timberlands, and his hair in a wild bush as he'd just taken out his cornrows. "Whats up with that fucking' secretary dawg? Hoe acts like this her building n'shyt!" I didn't answer."Yo, you think she'd treat me any different if she knew you was my bitch?" he laughed." Would she treat me like she do you? Or you like she do me? "I...I'm not sure." I said, not really caring."I am dawg, you know dem cracker as always looking' for any excuse to fuck us over." he said, looking around my office like his was considering moving in here too. "So wassup B? "Work." I said coldly, feeling very uncomfortable having DMoney in my place of business."So I see B, you hanging dawg. Won't you hook a brotha up n'?" he had the nerve to ask. It took all my strength not to laugh in his face."You, want to work here?" I asked smugly."Yeh. What', your job too good for me or something'?" he guessed correctly."No, no.." I lied."...it's just, I'm surprised you want to...to"To what'? Work?" he asked, sounding insulted."I work all da time nigga, what' you talkin' bout? I bet I rack in money' DMoney then you do. Why you think mofo's call me DMoney n'shyt? I'm da man muthafuka! Remember dat!" he insisted, setting me straight. "Okay." I said, trying to calm him down. Our offices weren't that big, I didn't want people walking by the door to hear him and get the wrong impression. I knew DMoney was referring to drug sales."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."Upset me? You ain't "upset" me muthafuka. You think yur words mean shyt to me?"No." I answered."Damn straight!" he retorted. Sitting down in one of the chairs facing my desk. He draped one leg over the arm, his crotch was in plain view of my sight. Just then, Daniel (one of my peers) tapped on my door and peeked his head in."Dave, you head out to lunch yet? Oh, I didn't realize you had company." he said, eyeing DMoney strangely."It's okay Daniel. No, I haven't had lunch yet. You go on ahead, and I'll try to catch up later."Cool." he said, closing the door."Who that?" DMoney asked, staring me down with his gangster brow."Your office boyeefriend?" Boyfriend? if I didn't know better, I'd swear DMoney sounded jealous."No, he's just a coworker." I answered."Does h

My Man's Thug Lover Chapter 1 12 noon I came walking in from work. On a normal work day I wouldn't be expected to be home til 5pm, but I was feeling flu like symptoms at work, so the office allowed me to leave early. When I walked through the front door, I was surprised to see my boyfriend's car parked in the drive, as he also works a 9 to 5. I dismissed it on the idea he may've gotten a ride from one of his girlfriends, or maybe he'd come home for lunch or something. I didn't both to call his name as I didn't feel the energy to shout through the 2 story townhouse i owned. I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a tall glass of O.J. so I could take 2 aspirin before downing nearly an entire bottle of Nyquil and hit the bed. On my way up the steps I could have sworn I heard something. I paused on the stairs and listened for a moment. I could definitely hear something, but I wasn't sure what it was. I crept up the steps quietly with my ear cocked to the sound, determined to find out what and where that noise was coming from. At the top of the stairs, the sound became apparent. I stood in front of the closed door to the master bedroom, listening to the squeaking sounds of my mattress/ headboard slamming against the wall. I pushed the unlocked door open in dramatic flare, and caught my boyfriend on his back getting his ass pulverized by one of the street thugs that the neighborhood watch were constantly calling the police on. Jman (my man) was on his hands and knees, his plump ass raised high in the air as the street thug held them in his grimy hands, watching his thick dick slap and slide in and out of him. Neither one of them noticed me as Jman was busy getting the life fucked out of him, and the street thug reeled in his sweet juices like a in a candy store. Then I heard Jman's voice, screaming filth in a passion I'd heard before. "FUCK ME! FUCK MY NASTY ASS DMONEY! MAKE ME CUM LIKE MY MAN!! That's when I lost it. I charged into the room like a rhino, dropping my orange juice and Nightquil all over the plush white carpet. DMoney (or whatever his name) turned to me in complete surprise. I clocked him in his chin, knocking him over, and OUT of my man's cunt. He slammed into the night stand, smashing the lamp in the process. Jman spun around. Seeing his lover smack into the wall, he screamed my name, even as he was scrambling to his feet. The look on my face must've terrified him, as he ran into the adjoining bathroom, and locked himself in. DMoney steady himself. He was on his feet quicker than I anticipated. He looked to be about 49 or 50 if he was a day over 51. He was a light golden brown skin, with barely any facial hair. His lips were full and sensuous. His eyes biddy dark. His body was full and thick muscular, like he liked to run ball or something. His stomach sported rippling muscles that formed a complete six pack. His crotch was covered in dark soft looking curly hairs, and his dick (which was still semihard) hung thickly, bobbing up and down between his solid thighs. His fist was the last thing I saw as he came charging at me with all the force of a bull. His punches landed on me in a series of lunges that sent me hurling into the bathroom door. I was slipping somewhere in a semiconscious state, when I heard him yell to Jman to "open the fuckin door!" Jman came out . he was still nervous and quivering at being caught red handed having an affair. "This the muthafuka you wuz tellin me about?" I heard him ask, his voice revealing his lack of education. "Yes." Jman spoke, his voice sounding muffled as he held his hands over his mouth to control his sobbing. "He don't look all that tough to me." he said, sizing me up as I laid on the floor, slow to recover. "So THIS da nigga you had me sneaking out da back door for huh?" he asked, bending over to examine my face. "He looks a baby to me." "He's 22." Jman said defensively. I was only younger then him. "" DMoney exclaimed, " years older then my sister!" Jman didn't comment on that. DMoney picked me up, and dragged me over to the bed. He helped me up, then bitch slapped me backwards, I crashed onto the bed like a fallen meteor. "What you going to do to him?" Jman asked, sounding concerned. "I'm gonna show him what we been doing every friday when his ass is at work." DMoney told Jman to get up on the bed, and to squat down over my face. Jman didn't want to, but DMoney told him again, this time in a sterner tone. Jman (whom was obviously a little scared of DMoney) obeyed, and proceeded to climb on board. I was barely able to open my eyes, and see his slightly trimmed ass hovering over my face. On DMoney's command, he lowered himself until his privates were on my face. I turned my head, and tried to push him up off me, when DMoney kicked my leg, and ordered me to eat my man's ass. I scarfed at the command, defying the power hungry delinquent. DMoney grabbed me by the collar, pulling me up to seated position, and pimp slapped me til I saw stars. Then he shoved me back onto my back, and ordered Jman to smother me with his ass. Jman's ass landed smack dab on my mouth. My breathing cavities were all temporarily closed off, as Jmam took him at his word, and tried to me. Instinctively, my tongue shot forth from my lips, and I could taste the sweet salty juices of Jman's ass that I'd become so addicted to over the past . My hands reached up and grabbed hold of his hips, pulling him down harder to my lips. I couldn't get over the sweet salty taste of my man's ass. My dick was becoming bone hard in my pants. Jman began to respond by rubbing himself back and forth across my face. I could feel my pants being pulled down my legs and off my feet in one swoop, I knew it had to be DMoney. My average medium sized dick stood from my hairy crotch at a 10 o'clock angile. DMoney stood between my spread legs, and pulled Jman forward. I could feel his chest sliding across my stiff dick. DMoney grabbed his head, and shoved Jmans mouth onto his dick. I heard Jman's muffled sucking sounds, I was sure he'd at the taste of his own juices that was undoubtedly still smeared all over his woody. I laughed to myself, even as I continued to lick at his ass, at least I wasn't the only one being humiliated. After getting DMoney's dick good and wet, Jman was allowed to suck my dick, which had been smearing precum all over his chest. I felt my legs being raised up unusually high for a blowjob. That's when I felt DMoney leaning on the bed between my widely spread asscheeks. "No! OH HELL NO!" I screamed into Jman's ass. DMoney took his steely hard rod, and jammed it up into my asshole."AAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHGG!!!!" "Shut da fuck up muthafuka, and take dat like a Man!" DMoney yelled. His dick jammed more than half way up into my moist from sweet hole. I became , trying to push both Jman and his lover off me. DMoney gripped me up by the balls and twisted them, causing me to squirm, but to settle down back into place. "Thas right muthafuka.......I'll twist em off!" he said. Jman had abandoned sucking my now limp dick, as he sat squatted over my face, watching his thick dicked thug fuck his Man up his sore asshole."Fuck his face babee while I bitch fuck his ass." DMoney commanded. Jman complied with a , obviously turned on by the show of power his new Thug man showed. My head laid back in position. Jman was having a filled day fucking my mouth with his hips. My nose and tongue raced across his hole, driving him into a frenzy. DMoney was beginning to move his dick back and forth in me. I could feel his thick dick stretching the walls of my ass, threating to cause them terrible damage if they tried to squeeze him out. My asshole was sore and in a great deal of pain. I concentrated on sucking Jman's ass to take my mind off the pain of getting fuck. Money's dick started to slide in and out of me easier. He pressed my thighs up to my chest, and I could feel the full weight of his thrusts. Suddenly my mouth was filled with a creamy substance that flowed steady from Jman's insides. The mixture slid into my mouth and gathered on my tongue, with my head laid back, I couldn't help but let it slide to the back of my mouth, and down into my throat. The stuff was warm and salty, mixed with the juices of Jman. I wasn't sure of what the strange, yet pleasantly tasting liquid was, until I heard DMoney say: "yeh muthafuka, suck up all that cum I shot into yur Bitch. Eat my fuckin NUT Man!" My heart froze at the realization that I was swallowing the cum load of my man's thug lover. That not only was he stripping me of my manhood by fucking me in my asshole, but that I had further humiliated myself by eating his sperm. I felt DMoney start to fuck me harder. His dick now sliding in piston like fashion, moving back and forth over the soft irritated membranes of my inner ass. I laid there , allowing this older, stronger, meaning male to butt fuck me in front of the dude I loved. DMoney was long dicking me now. His dick traveled the total length on my inner hole, fucking to his hips' content. Jman was moved from my head. DMoney wanted me to see the face of the man that "took" my virginity. I looked up into the eyes of the older cocky thug, the smirk on his face told me he was enjoying himself, as did the rock hard dick protruding my hole. I wasn't even aware I was still hard, til my dick started shooting cum all over my chest and stomach without being touched. DMoney saw this, and shoved his dick ball deep into my rectum. I saw his eyes roll up into his head, his strong muscular body shook and quivered like a sick calf with madcows disease. I could feel DMoney's dick pumping and jerking wildly inside me. My raw sensitive innards registered every squirt of cum that splattered my inside. DMoney's body grew weak, as he collapses like dead weight on top of my body. My legs were released, and I was able to ease them down to his waist as he laid between them, his dick still jumping inside me. I looked over at Jman, my eyes narrowing as he looked on wondrously. I knew he was worried what would happen between us once DMoney had left the scene. That would have to wait though, as I heard him begin to a sound . The End Chapter 1 of 9