"Do I hafta?" Tonya asked staring in dread at the cock she held. Her hand was barely stroking it, but already it was thickening. The head was soon pointing at her face and her slight grip played hide and go seek with the helmet.
"I'm afraid so, sweetie," I sighed. "We gotta make amends."
"We do?" she moaned, her lips gaped and I could see the tip of her wet tongue barely peeking out.
"Bitch," growled the cock's owner, "shut the fuck up and get to sucking!"
Tonya groaned, opened wider and leaned forward. His hand went to the back of her head and pushed.
My date made a noise halfway between choking and gulping as she worked the shaft in her mouth. I watched as she pulled back a small measure and gulped air around the thickness in her mouth. She glanced into my eyes and, again, tried to swallow the stiff penis she held. I had intentions that it eventually would have been mine being sucked but the best laid plans go often awry and all that. The cock she was sucking at my insistence when things went wrong was coal black whereas mine was a nice shade of Northern European white. She chuffed again as the head hit the back of her throat.
"Girl needs to work on her technique," said the cock's owner.
I shrugged. "She's nervous," I replied. She should be. I was pretty sure being on her knees blowing a stranger was not how any of her other dates started. "She'll warm up." I reassured him.
"She shouldn'ta said it," said another man standing next to the first, watching Tonya's mouth wetly coat his friend's cock. He fondled his cock through his baggy pants.
"I know," I said sighing. "It just slipped out..."
"Yeah?" He laughed, opening his pants. "So'd this." He pulled out his cock and gave it a couple of tugs. Tonya continued sucking but her eyes were on the newly exposed dick.
"Tha's right, 'ho," he smirked. "Check out yo' next treat."
The first man grunted, "I think she's getting' into it."
As if to confirm his point, Tonya's free hand wrapped around the dry cock and began to milk it.
"She always like dis?" This came from yet a third man, leaning against a wall taking in my date's actions.
"Like what?" It was a stupid question in retrospect, but I wasn't sure what he meant.
"She likes cock,"said the man getting a hand job, "Yeah, she do." She had swapped cocks in her mouth, the wet one now being milked and the new, longer one, hitting the back of her throat.
"Dat's good," said the third, "Cuz we gots lots to give 'er."
"Hey, now -" I started.
"You got no say, white boy," said the first.
"Not after you agreed," said the third, shucking his clothes off. Tonya's eyes were now focused on this new erect member. She broke free of the cock, gasping.
"What're you gonna do?" Her hands were still moving as she watched him approach, cock bobbing.
"First, bitch," he came to a stop, boxing her in. He grabbed her head and her mouth opened then closed around the new black cock. "You gon' get me nice an' wet." Her hands stroked jerkily as he face fucked her. Again I heard that curious chocking sound as a long cock smacked the back of her throat.
"Dammit, girl," he growled. His hips pushed, his hands pulled. Her eyes bulged, sputum flew from her nose and suddenly I saw her throat convulse.
The other two men guffawed.
