Slaves of a Big Black Tamilian cock 2

Continued from first part
“Oh, yeah! That’s more like it, you fucking faggot. I hope you don’t mind losing all control of your bowels, because you’ll never be the same after this black Dravidian cock is done in there. Ha ha.” Karthik let out a big laugh as he rammed his cock into my ass as far as it would go.

“OH FUCK! AHHHHH! I…I can’t take it all. I’m gonna pass out.” I wasn’t lying. I felt as though my entire consciousness was fading away. In its place, I could only feel pure bliss. I had never felt something like this in my entire life.

Having sex with Shehnaz, getting married, seeing my first newborn child…nothing even came close the pure ecstasy of Karthik inside of me. But I couldn’t let him see that I was enjoying it…I couldn’t let ANYONE know. Deep down I knew this wasn’t right…I was just caught up in the moment, that’s all.

“Oh I don’t think so. We’re not done till I say we’re done.” Karthik grabbed the small hairs at the back of my neck and yanked them as hard as he could towards himself. Whatever blissful feelings I felt before were now replaced with pain and discomfort. Once Karthik was sure he had my full attention, he pumped away at my ass for hours on end.

All of a sudden, he pulled his throbbing cock out of my ass and said, “Turn around, whore. It’s important for the process that you get to taste the first one. Also, as a newly confirmed faggot, you should get used to what an asshole tastes like.” Karthik stood in front of me, furiously jerking his massive cock with both hands. Suddenly he rammed his dick to the back of my throat and started to moan and grunt in the familiar way.

Suddenly, I tasted something incredible in my mouth. I have never tasted anything more enjoyable than this. I felt it slip and slide right down the back of my throat and plop into my stomach. This must have gone on for a full minute. Torrents of Karthik’s cum kept pouring down my throat. After he was finally done filling up my stomach, he pulled out his cock still dripping with hot cum.

He shook his floppy cock widely to get all the excess cum off it. He looked down, grabbed me by the chin and whispered to me, “I hope you had fun with your old life…because all of that is over now, fag.” He threw my body onto the bed where Shehnaz was still fast asleep. And with the most swagger and confidence, he strolled out of the bedroom and never looked back.

I knew Karthik was right; something had changed. Now instead of crying, I was just watching that horse hung black boy walk out of my room. His flaccid cock flopped back and forth, slapping against his thighs with every step. As he left, I sat my head down on the pillow, rubbed my belly, and finally felt content. I was full of the most delicious substance that I could ever dream of.

The next morning I woke up in such a daze. I had my doubts about whether that threesome last night had even happened. Perhaps this was all just a horrible dream.

All those hopes were crushed when I walked downstairs to see Karthik standing naked in my kitchen, with his arms around Shehnaz. I barely even noticed that my wife was also naked. My eyes had a hard time looking at anything besides that plump, veiny cock of his.

“Good morning, faggot. I bet your hungry for some breakfast, aren’t you?” Karthik let out a chuckle as he grabbed at his huge, hanging nutsack.

“Ugh…sure, Karthik. Actually why don’t I let you relieve some of that stress on me with any hole you want.” I bent over and pulled my ass cheeks apart. I could feel how abused and stretched out it was. Just from sliding a couple fingers over my hole, I knew my hole must have been a couple inches wide in diameter. I guess Karthik was right…my body will never be the same.

“Oh, shit! You really are a hungry faggot, aren’t you sissy muslim boy? Yeah…I guess I have some time to split that white ass open again before I have to leave for the boring work you gave me. Meet me in the bedroom in a couple minutes, whore. Don’t keep me waiting, or I’ll be taking out all my anger on your face.”

“Of course, Karthik. I’ll be up as soon as possible.” I said with the most convincing voice. As Karthik made it fully up the stairs, I ran over to Shehnaz as quickly as I could. “We have to get out of here now. We’ve got to call the cops or something.” My heart was racing so fast, I didn’t even notice Shehnaz’s confused look.

“What are you talking about, Junaid? Things have never been better. I finally found something that makes me happy. I…I thought that’s what this was all about. I thought you wanted to make me happy again.” She looked at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes she could. She seemed so confused as to why I would object to all this.

“At least take a morning after pill soon. We can’t take any chances. That psychopath might have gotten you pregnant.” My arms were trembling as I held her as tightly as I could.

“You really don’t understand, do you Junaid? This is what I need to be happy again. Ever since we hired Karthik as a software engineer months ago, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about it. Every day I would look out the window and see his dark powerful manly body. Something…came over me. I became weak in the knees.”

As much as I hated to admit it, I knew exactly what Shehnaz meant; just being in the same room as Karthik made me feel weak and powerless. “I…I need a black Dravidian baby like him to be happy again.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I grabbed Shehnaz even tighter. “Are you out of your mind? You already have a son…Zaid.”

“You know what I mean, Junaid; A REAL son. You know full well that Zaid can’t compare to any offspring Karthik would make.” Once again, as much as I hated to admit it…I knew what she meant. Even though I love my only son more than anything…Zaid loses to Karthik in every single category. Karthik is bigger, better, stronger and more importantly intelligent than any offspring of mine could ever be.

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing, Shehnaz. I…I won’t let you do this to our family. I’ve had it up to here. I’m calling the cops and telling them that some black kid broke in and is threatening us.” I ran as quickly as I could over to the phone.

“Oh, Junaid, I wish you would have just cooperated. I really hate to have to do this…but I can’t let you ruin my chances of finally being happy.” She turned her head towards the stairs and shouted, “Master, you better get down here. Junaid is trying to call the police.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Not only did Shehnaz take Karthik’s side on this matter…but she also called him ‘Master’. How long could this have been going on for? Within a few seconds I heard thundering footsteps upstairs. The next thing I know, Karthik was practically flying down the stairs as fast as he could, his cock flapping back and forth with every step.

There was no smirk on his face. Nothing seemed lighthearted about him anymore. The only look he had was of pure hate and anger. He grabbed the phone out of my hands and put it back down on the receiver. Within an instant, those hands left the phone and clamped tight around my neck.

“You just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” Karthik’s grip was getting tighter and tighter around my neck. “I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson, you worthless piece of shit.” With that final word, Karthik made a fist in his one hand as hard as he could. Before I knew it, that fist was flying right towards my face. I was thrown down so quick I almost couldn’t even remember my name for a second.

“I wonder how many times I’m gonna have to beat you until you learn to serve me.” He threw another punch so hard that a little blood flew out of my mouth. “You know…maybe I’ll knock all of your teeth out. That way you can give my black ‘Madrasi’ cock a nice gum job.”

With those words, Karthik threw one final punch that just about ended my life. I could feel my consciousness slipping away. I knew I wouldn’t be able to live through another punch from this massive boy. I had to do whatever he wanted…my life depended on it.

“Ugh…I-I’m sorry, Karthik.” I barely slurred those words out of my bloody mouth.

“Don’t you fucking call me that. I’m the man of this house now. Call me ‘Master’.” He now had his hands pressed against his hips. That arrogant little smirk finally returned to his face. As much as I hated it, I had to do everything I could to keep him happy. I probably already had a concussion; I couldn’t risk getting hit again.

“S-Sorry, Master. Master, sir, please don’t hurt me anymore. I swear I have learned my lesson, M-Master. I’ll do anything you ask of me.” I could barely keep my head up as I lay on the floor.

“Anything, huh? I’ve got just the job for you, bitch boy. Get on your knees and open that abused mouth of yours.” I knew what was coming now. This time it wasn’t going to be so bad. If I could take a couple hours of face fucking last night, then I’d be fine now.

“Of course, Master…ugh…this piece of shit slave would love to taste your…big cock.” Every word I spoke hurt me more and more. I knew my mouth would be sore from those punches for weeks. But I had to continue on and keep up the charade so he wouldn’t get angry and violent again.

“As sweet as that sounds, faggot…you won’t be tasting this god-like Tamilian cock today. Instead, you’ll get something reserved for only the most worthless…” He turned around to face away from me. Then, Karthik bent over, grabbed his butt cheeks with his two hands, and pulled them apart.

Revealed was the tightest little black butthole I could imagine a man to have. It looked quite nice, to be honest. I had never seen a black asshole before…but for some reason they just look better than any white assholes I had seen. “You get the pleasure of cleaning your Master’s asshole, white muslim boy.”

“Oh…ugh…I’ll go get a towel, Master.” I went to stand up, but was stunned in place by Karthik’s answer.

“You won’t need a towel. I believe that faggot tongue of yours will do just fine.” I was shocked. Sucking his cock was one thing…but this was disgusting. Even though his asshole did look surprisingly clean, there was the principal of the matter. I may be this boy’s slave…but I’m not his personal toilet. Karthik must have noticed my hesitation.

“I figured you’d be hungry again by now. I saw how much my loads filled you up last night. You know…you get the same feeling from my asshole, I’ve been told.” Karthik knew exactly what he was doing. He knew full well that I was starving…and after last night I think it’s gonna be hard to truly become full by anything else from now on.

Without a word, I had to see if what he was saying was true. I would do anything for that ‘full’ feeling again. I gently placed my tongue against his puckered, tight butthole. As soon as Karthik felt my tongue there, he forced his body back towards my face. He made sure I got a big hit of his ass in my face and mouth.

“Come on already, faggot. I haven’t got all day. Spit shine this ass already.” Before Karthik even finished his sentence, that feeling began to come back. Something about the sweat and juices around Karthik’s asshole made me feel so full and content. I knew I couldn’t leave for work without filling myself up with Karthik’s sweet ass sweat.

I rammed my head as hard as I could into Karthik’s ass crack. Just breathing in his man stink was intoxicating. The more I licked and sucked on his butthole, the more ‘full’ I felt. It was almost like my body…needed Karthik in order to function properly. I licked like my life depended on it.

At one point I think I even slapped my face between his cheeks and motorboated his sweet ass till I got dizzy. Through all the moaning and groaning, Karthik happened to look up at Shehnaz. He must have been surprised to see her sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, fingering her pussy as hard as she could.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful, you fucking whore. Get that mouth over here and we’ll see if we can’t make both of you full. Shehnaz hopped up the second she heard those words. She dropped to her knees and even pried her mouth open as far as she could with her hands.

“Please, Master, have your way with me. This mindless whore is so hungry, she’ll do anything for your thick, cum.” The way Shehnaz rode herself down and degraded herself must have made Karthik really hot, because he grabbed Shehnaz by the throat and started pumping her mouth harder than I’ve ever seen him do it before.

I noticed the harder I licked and tongue fucked his butthole…the harder he rammed his cock in my wife’s mouth. I noticed a smile of pure bliss on her face every time he picked up the pace and throat fucked her faster. I knew I had to do whatever it takes to make Shehnaz happy. Even if I don’t like it…it’s my job to make her happy.

Knowing that, I rammed by tongue as hard as I could right into his puckered butthole. Karthik’s eyes opened really wide, and he started pumping Shehnaz’s mouth ridiculously fast. Throngs of spit and precum were flying out of her mouth with every thrust of Karthik’s cock. Her entire chest and front section was covered in sticky spit and drool. After about 30 minutes, Karthik checked his watch.

“Well…it’s about time that I leave for school. Which one of you is the hungriest?” Karthik pulled his massive 9 inch cock out of my wife’s throat and held it in his hand, in front of us both. It was throbbing uncontrollably; almost as if it had a mind of its own. I was so preoccupied by his giant, veiny cock that I forgot to answer.

As my wife was saying, ‘Please, Master. I need your cum to feel full again.’, all I could see was the veins running through his cock that seemed to pulse and throb with every beat of his heart. Karthik grabbed Shehnaz by her ponytail and rammed his cock all the way down her throat.

“Here’s your fucking meal for the day, you mindless bimbo. Ugh…Ahhhh…FUCK!” I could see Shehnaz’s throat getting a little bigger and pushed out as the deluge of nigger cum flooded her mouth. As tightly as Karthik held her face against him, a couple spurts of cum flew out and ram down her tits.

As she lapped up every last drop she could, Karthik starting putting his lungi on. I watched in awe as Karthik bent and pushed his giant cock into the cloth that I never would have imagined they could fit into. It was like watching a man force an anaconda into that.

The way it bulged and protruded outward after he tied them up was amazing. It looked like he was hiding an entire ring of sausage in his pants. Right before he walked out the door, he grabbed me by the throat and whispered into my ear, “Tonight’s gonna be a real special night. We’re gonna make sure this WHOLE family knows that I’m in charge now.”

The following day was pretty normal for everyone involved, except right as the phone rang and Zaid called.
“Oh…hey Karthik. How do you like the job as the software engineer? I hope dad’s not too demanding with you.” Karthik let out a clear and audible chuckle.

“No…no, he’s not the demanding one. Anyway, enough small talk; you better get your ass straight home. Something really important is happening at the house tonight and you’ll be the main event.” Karthik just licked his lips a bit and walked away. Zaid was perhaps, dumbfounded. What could Karthik have meant by me being the ‘main event’?

After school, Zaid ran home as fast as he could. He plowed through the door, and the first thing he saw was Karthik resting up against the kitchen table. “It’s about time that you’re home. Get your ass upstairs, boy.” With that last word, Karthik turned around and stomped his way upstairs. Zaid didn’t hesitate for a second to follow him.

Inside of his head raced so many thoughts. What could be so urgent that Karthik would act so short tempered and arrogant with him. As he entered through the door, the first thing he noticed was his father siting in the corner, crying. In a second, his mother ran up to him and gave him a huge hug.

“Oh, I’m so glad that you came into this willingly, sweetheart. Your father really had a hard time accepting this whole thing, and I’m just glad that you won’t have to go through what he went through.” I looked over at my son, with my eyes still covered in tears, and said

“Please, son…get out now while you still…” Before I could get the last word out, Karthik stepped out from the shadows fully naked. Zaid just stood there, as if in a trance. He stared at Karthik’s massive dick rocking back and forth between his legs. Karthik just licked his lips, swung his cock around a few times in his hands, and said

“Step right up, little sissy boy. You’re the only person in this house who hasn’t had this giant Tamilian cock rearrange their bowels.” Zaid just looked over at me in amazement. When I saw his jaw drop in awe, I knew that Zaid was finding out for the first time. He had no idea that I was split in half by the gigantic nigger fuck stud standing before him. “Yeah, that’s right. Like father, like son. I bet you’ll be even better than that timid piece of the trash you call a father. ”

“B-But dad…is this really true?” Before I could get a word out, Karthik threw a massive punch and hit Zaid square in the mouth. As Zaid stumbled down to the ground, Karthik stood over him yelling.

“You dare talk to that worthless piece of meat over there? I’m your new daddy now, you fucking bitch.”

“B-But, Karthik…I-I can’t…” Karthik threw another punch as hard as he could, pushing Zaid further into the carpet.

“You will address me as ‘Master’ from now on, got it?” Karthik looked over towards Shehnaz. “These boys really are stupid, huh? I figured they’d see from the beginning that I’m the best man standing here now.”

“You know…Master is right, boys. Just make it easy on yourselves.” There was nothing I could do about it. I knew that I had to go through with this to make sure that Karthik wouldn’t hurt my son. The moment I looked over at Zaid, I could see that he was making the same choice in his head. He knew that to protect his life and his family, he would just have to give Karthik what he wanted for now.

“Son…it’s the only way. You’ll never win if you keep resisting.” By this point I was choking back tears. I knew that my poor son was now never going to be the same.

“Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit.” Karthik raised his backhand, as if preparing to slap me. I quickly retreated back to the dark corner and couldn’t help but start whimpering in fear. My poor son was about to have every part of his manhood taken away. Shehnaz skipped over towards Zaid, her tits swinging side to side with every step.

“It’ll all be over before you know it. Just bend over and let Karthik do his thing. Who knows, you might even like it after a bit.” Shehnaz planted a big kiss right on Zaid’s cheek. She gave a quick wink towards Karthik, and then returned to the chair she was sitting in before.

After a couple seconds of hesitation, Zaid got down to the floor on his knees. I could tell my poor son was incredibly nervous and fidgety. Within an instant, Karthik knelt down towards Zaid’s ass. He pressed a couple fingers against my son’s tight, puckered asshole. All of a sudden, he made a fist with his hand…and punched it right into Zaid’s asshole. My son let out the biggest scream I have ever heard anyone make.

“NO! What are you doing? You’ll ruin him completely!” I jumped up and stared at what was going on. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“If you speak out of turn one more time, you fucking mindless bimbo, I’ll ram both my fists in here at once. Then you’ll get to watch your son die with my hands in his ass.” Shehnaz jumped up from her seat and with giant eyes and a huge grin, said

“Way to go, Master. Ruin that little faggot’s asshole.” My jaw must have literally dropped. I would never imagine Shehnaz would want to see our son hurt like this. Karthik looked over at Shehnaz and gave her a big grin. He started punching Zaid’s ass even harder. He would fully remove his fist with each thrust, then jam it back in as hard as he could. I guess he wanted to make sure that Zaid got the full feeling each time.

As Karthik withdrew his fist, strings of my son’s ass juices would be sticking to Karthik’s fist, then fall to the floor. Even without any lube, my son’s asshole really seemed to open up quickly to Karthik’s fist. After a few minutes, tears were streaming down Zaid’s beet-red face. But something was different…his screams didn’t sound the same anymore.

They stopped sounding like screams of fear and pain; they almost began to sound like more moans than screams. Shehnaz ran over and put her hands around Zaid’s face. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. You really are learning your place quickly. Now go ahead and tell Master just what you want him to do.” She forcefully jerked Zaid’s head backwards, towards Karthik.

“I…ugh…I-I…ah…” By this point, Karthik had ruined my son so much that nothing but murmured words and drool could come out of my son’s mouth. Shehnaz smiled at Karthik.

“I think he said ‘Please ram your fat Madrasi horse cock deep into my ass, Master.'” She and Karthik both let out a hearty laugh.

“Well, if that’s what you really want.” Karthik picked up Zaid with one arm and tossed him over his shoulder. He walked over to the bed and threw him down, face first. I couldn’t help but notice my poor son’s ruined asshole. I didn’t even know the human asshole could stretch open that wide.

The edges of his butthole were still pulsating and throbbing from too much use. “I guess you’re stretched out enough for the main event.” Zaid was barely even conscious at this point…but I knew what Karthik had meant. A fist in your ass is nothing compared to Karthik’s gigantic cock. His veiny, throbbing dick must have been twice as thick as his fist was.

Karthik looked down at Zaid’s wide open ass with disgust, grabbed his cock at the base, and guided every last inch into that ruined hole. His picked up the pace so quickly that within a couple seconds, he was thrusting into this wrecked butthole faster than he had ever done with me or Shehnaz. For the next 2 hours the room was just full of sounds of giant nigger balls slapping against my son.

Juices from the rough fisting session came spurting out once Karthik ended up getting balls deep. After those two hours came to an end, Karthik looked over at Shehnaz. “I think it’s about time I sealed this sissy boy’s cunt up with some sweet cum. You know the drill. Get over here and give me a hand, fuck slave!” Shehnaz jumped up and ran as fast as she could over towards Karthik. To my surprise, she knelt down right behind him, in front of his butt. Karthik pulled his ass cheeks apart with both hands.

Within a split second, Shehnaz plunged her entire head into the crack of Karthik’s ass. She threw her mouth around in there furiously, making sure to lick every single inch of his ass. I watched in awe as huge piles of drool poured out of my wife’s mouth and got spread all over Karthik’s asshole. At one point she even grabbed both of his cheeks and pressed them tight against her face, as if to choke herself.

This must have gone on for about 30 minutes. I don’t even think she came up for air once. She did find time, though, to finger her dripping wet pussy as she forced her tongue as far into Karthik’s ass as she possibly could. “That’s enough, whore. You are dismissed.” Shehnaz finally threw her head back and took a deep breath of fresh air for the first time in half an hour.

“My god! There really is nothing quite like a black ass sweat to full you up.” She stood up and started rubbing her full belly as she walked back over to her chair. Karthik, who just kept slamming away at my son’s ass through that whole ass eating experience, grabbed Zaid’s shoulders and pulled himself as close as he could. Once he looked down and confirmed that every last inch was in Zaid’s ass, he let out those oh so familiar moans and grunts.

I could see Karthik’s giant, floppy nutsack start to tighten up. I watched his balls, which must have been the size of tennis balls, jump up towards the base of his cock. I looked over at my son, and to my amazement I could actually see his stomach expanding from being filled with Karthik’s cock. As Karthik finally pulled his still throbbing cock out of Zaid’s ass, streams of his cum instantly flew out of Zaid’s ass and landed a couple feet away on the floor. Karthik put his hands on his hips and turned around to face Shehnaz and me.

“Shehnaz, I think it’s time that you broke the good news to this worthless meat sack?” Shehnaz sprung up from her chair and went over to Karthik. She put her arm around him, caressing his incredibly muscled chest as she talked.

“I went to the fertility clinic yesterday…and I have great news. Karthik and I are going to have a baby together!” She rubbed at her belly, and with the biggest grin said, “Just thinking about my baby growing up and getting a giant Tamilian dick, just like his daddy, is getting me wet.”

My heart sank. This was the final blow to my otherwise worthless existence. I suppose there was a silver lining in the fact that Shehnaz was finally happy…which is what I set out to do all along. But that meant little. For all intents and purposes, my life was completely over.

“Please…P-Please say it’s not true.” I couldn’t hold back the tears a second longer. I began sobbing like a baby. I noticed that both Shehnaz and Karthik had looks of disgust and contempt on their faces.

“Don’t be such a wimpy little bitch. You should be proud of your whorish wife. She’s taken the first steps to ensuring that the world will be filled with stronger and more powerful men. I mean just look at that faggot over there…” He pointed over to Zaid’s unconscious body lying on my bed.

I looked at Shehnaz with tears still in my eyes.

“Please, honey. There is still time to fix this. We can get an abortion. We get everything back to normal again.” Shehnaz didn’t say a single word. With the most hateful look, she leaned down and spit right into my face. Karthik smiled, took her by the waist, and stuck his entire tongue into her mouth. He kissed her in the sloppiest and most sexual way someone could be kissed.

“You took the words right out of my mouth, bitch.” He looked down at me with the same look Shehnaz had just given me. “I guess you got your answer, huh little faggot? You better get used to taking care of my babies. There’s gonna be a whole lot of them around here soon, if I can help it.”

Karthik took his hand and starting sticking as many fingers as he could into Shehnaz’s pussy. All of a sudden, Karthik’s eyes lit up and he looked back down at me. “Oh…I almost forgot. You deserve this for talking about aborting.” Karthik pulled his hand into a fist and threw it as hard as he could towards my face. The last thing I saw before my vision went black was Karthik’s muscled arm flying at me like a speeding bullet, and then…darkness.

End of part 2

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