A weekend at Toby's part 3

Sarah got up and walked  slowly around the table to where Kian was sitting. Her finger slid  seductively along the table top as she walked. Kian now looked at her  quite openly. His eyes were taking in all parts of her. “Take your top  off, I want to see those big tits of yours,” Kian said with a smirk.

She pulled off her top and unclasped her bra letting it slide down  her arms and fall on the floor. Kian patted his knee. “Come and sit in  daddy’s lap.”

“Is that what you are, my daddy? You know, I am old enough to be your  mother. Maybe you should call me mommy?” she said cockily with her  hands on her hips.

“Shut the fuck up and sit in my lap or get the fuck out.”

She walked forward and straddled his lap, her breasts close to his  face. “Is this how you wanted me?” she asked as she held her breast  proudly towards him, hoping that he would touch them.

He reached out and pinched a nipple making her close her eyes and  squeal. “When you talk to me you end it with daddy, understand?” He  twisted her nipple for emphasis.

“Aah, yes, daddy. I understand, daddy.”

“The bitch can be taught. You might make a worthwhile woman after all. Now, give daddy a kiss,” Kian demanded.

She didn’t hesitate in pressing her lips to his. He roughly mauled her breasts and his kisses were clumsy and aggressive but Sarah didn’t mind. She could feel the promise of his huge cock pressing  against her crotch and she began grinding her hips against it, hoping  that if she built his ardour he would fuck her.

“You are a thirsty slut aren’t you?” grinned Kian.

“I am, daddy. I’m thirsty for your cock,” she panted.

“Gen on your knees.”

“Yes, daddy,” she said, sweetly as she slid off his lap and kneeled in front of him looking up eagerly.

“Fuck, you are a pretty decent bitch. Toby just didn't know how you needed to be treated,” said Kian, clapping his hands.

“How do I need to be treated, daddy?” She felt like a silly, girly submissive and she was getting into it.

Kian stood up and started unfastening his trousers. He pulled out his long, black cock and Sarah gasped with excitement at the sight of it. “Like a dumb, useless, piece  of meat who isn't shit without a man.” He slapped his cock on her face.  “I’ll tell you what. Stand up and go and I might have some respect for  you. Otherwise, put my dick in your mouth and show me that women should  just be whores for men.”

There was still a part of her that couldn’t abide his attitude but  she was struggling to see the error in his argument. After all, right  now, all she wanted to do was put that cock in her mouth. She would do  anything to please that black cock. “You are wrong, daddy,” she said,  taking a hold of his cock as she spoke. “Women aren’t whores for men.  Women are whores for black men,” She struck his cock straight into her  mouth and a feeling of relief spread through her. If she would do  anything to be fucked by big black cock was she anything more than a  whore? Every woman should be able to understand that black men were just  better. Better than other men so they must be better than women too.  She would never dream of turning down a black man who wanted to fuck  her. Kian was controversial and maybe a little extreme but there was  some sense to his words.

She slid his cock right down her throat and looked up at Kian for  approval. He was smiling at what she had done and now he was holding her  head so she was trapped with his cock in her throat, struggling to  breathe. She was practically cumming with delight. She began to struggle  but her desire to please him outweighed her desire for  self-preservation and she fought her own instincts to push him off. As  her air started to run out she reached a state of peace. Maybe he wanted  to use her unconscious body, that would be sexy, she thought as things  started to darken.

It was like the lights switched back on as he pulled out his cock and  she coughed, air rushing back to her brain making her giddy. She didn’t  have much time to recover before Kian slammed it down her throat again.  This time he sawed it in and out of her face and she could catch gasps  of air through her nose. The constant assault on her throat was  wonderful. He was using her like a piece of meat. It seemed that Kenny  knew how to treat a woman.

As if listening to her thoughts he pulled out and dragged her up by  the hair and threw her over the table. He violently pulled down her  shorts and gave her a fierce smack across her behind. He rubbed her  cunt. “Fucking, soaked, just like a hood whore.” he ruthlessly pushed  his cock inside her and began to slam his hips into her. Sarah couldn’t hold back her voice and began gasping and crying out as he  mercilessly fucked her. “This is for teasing me with your slut body all  night, whore. Apologise for being such a slut,” he shouted and gave her  another hearty smack on her rear.

“Aaah, I’m sorry, daddy. I can't help but be a slut for dominant black men like you, daddy.”

“That’s right,” he grunted and gave several more smacks as he slammed  into her. The table was a mess and several pieces of crockery broke as  his fucking shook the table. Sarah gripped the far edge of the table as she came. She didn’t bother to  tell him. He wouldn’t have stopped his fucking for her and she preferred  it. Her body was for his pleasure. He stuck his thumb into her asshole  as he gripped her butt. “I am going to fuck every one of your holes,” he  announced and spit on her anus, his thumb working it in before he  pulled out of her and lined up his cock. The angle wasn’t great so he  pulled her up by her hair and pushed himself into her ass.

It was deeply uncomfortable to be fucked in the ass with so little  preparation but the discomfort had its own strange pleasure to it and  his mean chuckle at her sounds of discomfort brought a pained smile to  her face. She had never realised how much of a masochist she was. “I’m  going to cum, get on your knees.” She hurried to obey and held her mouth  open, tongue out as Kenny showered her face with cum.

Kenny fell into the dining chair to catch his breath. Sarah was about to get up but he told her to stay there for a moment. He got  out his phone and took a picture. He looked like he was doing something  with it. “Who are you sending it to?” she asked. She didn’t care  anymore. It was a black man's cum and she wore it with pride so it  didn’t matter who saw.

“Toby, I’m telling him you belong to me now.”

“I do?”

“I’m not letting a piece of ass like you just walk away. Go and clean  yourself up and get your stuff. You are coming back to mine.”

She was torn. Toby was a nice guy and a good lover. She looked at  Kenny. She knew that many would find him unappealing but the way he had  treated her… The idea that she could have more of that made him an  adonis in her eyes. She only hesitated a moment. “I’ll get cleaned up  then, daddy.”

“That’s what I said, you dumb bitch. Get a fucking move on. I don’t want to be here when Toby gets back.

A little while later she looked back at the mess they had left as  Kenny was leading her out. It gave her a pang of sense. She should clean  up. Toby was the better man. “Bitch, come on.”

“Yes, daddy,” she said, her heart and loins fluttering at his  degrading voice. She inwardly apologised to Toby and closed the door.