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Kareen’s BBC Prison Cock PT5I BECOME A COCK SUCKER A couple days later, Dele and I had a shift together and he continued the story. He’d had to bring his wife to Kareem, offer her to him and then leave. Dele admitted by now he had stroked his cock while watching his wife suck that same black monster many times. He’d stroked his cock while he watched the massive cock somehow disappear completely in his wife’s tiny body. Kareem treated her like a slut, called her a dozen names Dele would never utter in the same room. She eventually looked up at the camera and declared passionately that she was a Nigger slut now and Kareem owned her cunt. After Kareem deposited a load in her pussy, she ordered him into the room to clean up his Master’s mess. Dele was both humiliated and excited as he moved between his wife’s legs and buried his face in her well fucked pussy… tasting two of his favourite things: cunt cum and cock cum. I too loved eating pussy and after the small sampling left over on the bed, I was definitely curious about the taste of a full load of cum. I was now also curious about the taste of a cream pie. Yet, I sure wasn’t comfortable allowing my wife to have sex with another man. I said as much to Dele. “Sounds hot, but I can’t imagine my wife even beginning to consider having sex with another man, even less a convicted r****t. Plus, I’m not sure I could handle watching it.” Dele nodded. “I understand, man. The exact same thoughts crossed my mind, although I knew she would be good for a big black cock because of our swinging lifestyle, but wasn’t sure she would buy into the whole thing of doing it in a prison trailer.” “I can’t even imagine my wife coming here,” I said. “And yet you have imagined it haven’t you?” he asked knowingly. I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. Of course, saying I’m going to resist and actually resisting are two different things. A day later, I was in the trailer again and got to watch Kareem fuck Carl’s redheaded wife Susan (although she was already in there sucking his cock when I arrived to replace Dele). She too was in stockings. I won’t bore you with the details, but she sucked his cock, she gave him a nylon foot job (something I suddenly wanted to have done to me), she got fucked in a dozen different positions, she came at least five times and took a load all over her face. I again came in my pants watching… this redhead one of the hottest women I had ever seen and her mouth one of the nastiest. Kareem said, looking at the camera, “Guard, please come in here.” I don’t know why I did, other than I was already mentally accepting obedience to him, but I walked in. Susan, exhibiting no shame at all at being watched cheating on her husband, nor uncomfortable with me seeing her naked except for thigh high stockings bursa escort and cum all over her face, greeted me, “Hey, Ken.” “Hi, Susan,” I greeted back, feeling awkward doing it. “I see you came in your pants again,” Kareem smirked, staring at my crotch and the undeniable spot that had seeped through my underwear and into my pants. “What do you need?” I questioned, ignoring the accusation. “Hungry?” he asked, ignoring my question. “Not really,” I said, even as my eyes betrayed me and went directly to his still erect cock. “Well, last time you couldn’t resist my cum off the bedsheet and I figured if you wanted you could clean up Susan,” he said. “Get over here and clean the cum off my face,” Susan ordered, surprising me. “If you guys are done, please get dressed,” I ordered, trying my best to remain on duty, even as I looked at the massive load all over her face and couldn’t deny I wanted to taste it. “Get the fuck over here right now,” Susan demanded, in the bitchiest voice possible… so opposite to her complete beauty. “Susan, this is…” I began to speak, but was cut off. She looked at the stain on my pants and smirked, “Stop pretending, Ken. You want to be his cock sucker just like my husband is and you want your hot wife to be his slut since you can never give her the pleasure he will.” I was speechless both because of her words, which were frustratingly true, and the blunt way she was speaking to me. She walked over to me, scooped a big wad off her face and held it in front of my lips. “Open up like a good boy.” I mindlessly opened my mouth and she shoved the cum in. I closed my lips and sucked the cum off her finger. “Good cum bucket,” she said sarcastically, pulling her finger out. Wanting more cum, I scooped it off my colleague’s wife’s face and eagerly put it in my mouth. I reached for another, but she insisted I lick her face clean, and by this time she had me hooked. I licked all over her face until the majority was gone, wondering how it would feel and taste to have it directly from the source… from Kareem’s BBC. “Next time you want my cum you will come to my cell and get it there,” Kareem informed me. “Yes, sir,” I heard myself say, before coming to my senses, shaking my head and walking out. It was two days later, after avoiding Kareem at all costs, that I found myself walking to his cell just moments after lights out. l was now thankful he’d gotten possession of the elite private cell that was blocked from view by a storage closet and was kind of in a nook. “What can I do for you?” he asked, his tone smug and amused… he knew exactly why I was there. I answered without a word, by handing him a picture of my wife in a bikini, knowing from Dele he would request one. He took the picture and sat back, pulling out his cock and bursa escort bayan approving, “She’s a beauty.” “Thank you, sir,” I replied, in full submissive mode. He sat down on a chair and began stroking as he ordered, “Just watch, cock sucker.” I did as I was told, my own cock becoming rock hard as I stood there feeling humiliated as he masturbated to a photo of my wife. My cock flinched when he ordered, with just one word, “Kneel.” I was torn. I reminded myself I was straight. I knew I wasn’t some faggot. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. I was on duty. In essence, I would be getting paid to suck a prisoner’s cock. Yet, even though I knew that was the case, I was rock hard. My mouth was dry. My heart was pounding. I knew I was risking my career, my reputation, my livelihood, my marriage and my self-respect. Yet that big fat cock was commanding me to pay homage to it. Kareem expected me to show respect …to admit I was inferior to him…to demonstrate my acceptance of my place below him. As a white male, with a smaller penis, as an inferior who owes his superiors respect, homage and worship. All this was swirling in me as I dropped to my knees. I was red-faced with shame. I felt my face pressing against the bars, my hands clutching the steel. Even as I waited for him to come to me, I thought, What the hell am I doing? This was my last chance to stand up and regain my manhood. Yet instead, I remained on my knees waiting for the privilege. “Open your mouth, cock sucker,” he ordered, as he moved towards me, the majestic cock now inches away from me. And before he even put it in my mouth, I understood why the women came to serve him. I understood why my colleagues served him. His cock was glorious and deserving of worship. I opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue, which he slapped his big hard cock on a few times… making me even more curious about what it would feel like in my mouth. The bars were suddenly a frustrating inconvenience or perhaps a blessing, as when he shoved the fat cock in my mouth he couldn’t push all ten inches in my mouth. I gagged on what I was able to take in even as I moaned as I wrapped my mouth around his cock, unable to stop myself from moaning on his cock like a bitch in heat. So hard. Strangely silky. As he began fucking my mouth, I started drooling. He stopped with seven inches in my mouth and ordered, “Get sucking, cock sucker.” Being called a cock sucker only added to the humiliation, and, oddly, the excitement. I began sucking, swirling my tongue around the massive helmet-shaped head. Forgetting who I was, where I was and what I was supposed to be doing… the only thing that mattered was that glorious black cock in my mouth. His big, dominant, black cock. He groaned, “That’s it bitch, you’re a good escort bursa white cock sucker,” which I responded to by moaning in gratitude. I began sucking faster, getting used to the naturality of having a cock in my mouth. When he pulled out I was disappointed as he said, “If you ever want to suck my cock again you will bring me pics of your wife that are more revealing.” “Yes, sir,” I immediately agreed, my wife, my dignity, my career meaning nothing to me if they denied me his massive hypnotic cock. “So you’ll be a good bitch and bring me more pics?” he questioned. “Yes, sir,” I agreed, willing to agree to anything to get that cock back in my mouth. “And you understand I expect you to bring your wife here to get fucked by a real cock and become a black cock addict like all the others,” he continued, moving his cock around my lips. I again didn’t hesitate in agreeing to these ridiculous terms, “Yes, sir.” “Beg me to fuck your wife,” he ordered, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth for a few fast, deep strokes. I again obediently obeyed, as I begged, “Please fuck my hot wife and make her your black cock addict. Sir.” “Now hold still, I’ll give you your treat,” he said. So I remained on my knees and allowed an inmate to face fuck my mouth for a few minutes as he stared at a picture of my wife. Then he shot his load, without warning, in my mouth. This made me cum in my pants again without even touching my cock this time, making me wonder if I wasn’t at least a little bit of a faggot. I swallowed his massive, salty, gooey load, feeling exhilarated at completing my task. When he pulled out, once done, he said, “You don’t get another load until I get more pictures and they better be fucking hot.” “Yes, sir,” I nodded, before adding without even thinking, “I have some naked pictures from when we were younger and wilder.” “Bring them and a new one of her in her new stockings,” he insisted. “Yes, sir,” I agreed, even as I stared at his slowly shrinking cock wanting it back in my mouth even as the aftertaste of his cum lingered in my mouth. I also noticed him saying her new stockings… did he somehow know about her slight makeover at Dele’s? Nothing seemed impossible anymore as I concluded the other wives may have been beginning to set her up to be Kareem’s next slut. This made me wonder even more what the girls talked about and how they convinced my wife to go without a bra and to add stockings. The enigma of the power of black cock consuming not only me, but perhaps my life. “Now, fuck off,” he said, moving away and keeping my wife’s picture. Reality set in that I was on duty, and I got off my knees and wordlessly walked away wondering only one thing… how was I going to convince my wife she needed to get fucked by a big black cock? That was a question I had no answer to… she was too prim and proper to agree to such a thing… Although, much to my surprise, that didn’t turn out to be the case… but that is an entirely different story. The end… perhaps.

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