In the following months, April and I saw less and less of each other. She chose to terminate the pregnancy and though I know it hurt her to do so, I felt destroyed. April and I continued to see Darnell together on occasion, not wanting to take away from his experiences. I so loved watching her suck his cock still and maybe preferred to watch her fuck than to actually fuck her. Her pussy had become accustomed to bigger cocks and I felt that she wasn't enjoying mine when we did occasionally have sex.
I spent more time with Cleo and her husband Shawn. They'd taken it upon themselves to introduce me to their friends as the "white boy they owned". I was made to do whatever I was told and that often became sex acts with groups of strange black men.
There was an instance at a club where I sucked Shawn while his friends watched in a circle around me. They called me names like 'faggot' and 'bitch boy' while they rubbed their cocks through their clothes. His cock wasn't as big as Darnell's but Shawn's cock had the bonus of being attached to Shawn and I loved how he used me. They allowed their friends to use me at their discretion and I began to understand what it meant to be black owned.
I hadn't told Darnell what I learned about Cleo. Not because I didn't think he didn't deserve to know but because I was ordered to "keep my white mouth shut". This led to a situation with Darnell that I was ill equipped to handle.
It was one of our nights together. Alone. We watched a porn while I sucked him hard and then I let him mount me. His cock found walls of my rectum that no other men had and I moaned with delight when he buried the full length of his cock within me. Each thrust reminded me of why I loved Darnell. His cock seemed to fill me with love and just short of being a religious experience, I worshiped it.
My heart sank a bit when he said something I wasn't ready for while he penetrated me.
"You used to bleed a bit," he began. "You used to be tighter. I think you've been fucking other men and though we never had a commitment, I kind of feel used."
I heard every word he said. He punctuated them with his hips. I felt like I was getting a farewell fuck.
"I have been with other men," I admitted.
"How many?" he asked.
His cock still thrust in and out of me but it was more paced and less "I'm gonna make this boy cum".
I didn't know how to answer his question any other way except honestly, "I don't know."
He stopped thrusting. I tried to push back onto his cock but he pulled away slightly.
"What do you mean you don't know?" he asked and I could tell that he was a bit hurt.
I let his cock slip from my ass and I turned over onto my back so I could see him and he could see me. "I've been with a couple that treats me like property. They have me fuck their friends and whoever else wants in. All black. All... rather rough."
"Am I not enough for you?" he asked.
I reached up for him and pulled him to me. "It's not that," I said, trying to console my friend. "It's... well, I really love being used."
"I could use you," he said.
I smiled. "No... no you couldn't. I love you but you couldn't use me. Not like they have."
"How do they?" he asked.
I teased his body with my fingertips as I talked, "However they wish. I've been gang fucked, pissed on, degraded, objectified, spat on, groped and humiliated. I've sucked men off while their wives watched and I've been bred."
His cock seemed to dance with each action I recounted.
"How often?" he asked.
"At least weekly," I admitted. "Though often more."
"When was the last time?" he asked. I could see his cock swelling as I discussed my nasty habits.
"This morning I sucked off two men while a third fucked me," I said, almost boasting. Then I leaned down and tasted his cock. I could taste myself on him and it aroused me even more.
"Can I meet the couple?" he asked.
"I'll ask their permission," I said, "but I can't speak on their behalf."
I took his balls into my mouth and sucked on them while his fingers explored my loosened up asshole. I could feel him get three into me and I moaned, humming onto his full sack.
"Are they bigger than me?" he asked.
"Some have been," I said.
"The biggest?" he asked.
"Probably eleven inches or so," I admitted. "I couldn't suck him because he was as big around as my wrist but it wasn't much to take him anally."
"All black?" he asked. Precum dripped from the tip of his glorious cock.
I licked it up.
"I sucked one older white guy once. It wasn't bad but... I think we know I like... no love chocolate," I said as his fourth finger entered my gaping ass.
I teased the tip of his cock with my mouth and tongue.