I was at a sex party when I met Zelda. I regularly attended sexy parties where people had more than subtle engagements, kinky or just raunchy. Every once in a while, there was a girl who stole the show. That was Zelda. The first time we met, I caned her beautiful ass. She was a little timid about pain, but I had kept the scene gentle, and she was so happy about it that she kissed me afterwards. An impulsive kiss. A delicious, spontaneous, delightful kiss. I was hooked.

While I was smitten, I was respectful of my crush's feelings. I flirted and messaged, and we became regular playmates at the sex parties we both loved to frequent. After a while, I worked my way into her stable of regular studs. Lust became love, and we became a couple. I felt like the luckiest man in the world to have such a wild, gorgeous, and talented lover in my life.

Zelda was bisexual and had a lot of queer fantasies. She was really turned on by watching men together. I had played with a few men and enjoyed myself, but I wasn't overly experienced and hadn't had any repeated connections. Zelda would talk about her fantasies of forcing me to suck cock while she watched. Submitting myself to a man for her pleasure became a huge turn on for me, and it wasn't long before she made it happen.

Zelda was a waitress at a popular hip restaurant. One day, she served the table of the sports caster of the local news station. His name was Malcolm, and he was a retired basketball player. He was in his late 40s, tall, lithe, black, and handsome. He was well dressed, and she couldn't help but flirt. Malcolm was taken by her beautiful smile, sexy body, and outgoing personality. He left a huge tip and his phone number.

Zelda started to see him, and after their first couple of dates, she told me she wanted to have him join us for a playdate. I was more than excited about the idea. Zelda told me all kinds of explicit details about their sex and his big black cock. She told me he enjoyed being dominant and that she wanted me to be submissive to him. She wanted to watch me suck him and to masturbate while she watched him fuck me. I was nervous but very turned on by the idea. I told her I was in, and she set up a date for Saturday. We were to go to his house. Apparently, he had a well-appointed dungeon.

Zelda told me I would need to train my asshole to get ready for him. She bought me 3 buttplugs: a smaller one, a substantial-sized one, and a big one. As she licked and lubed up my ass that evening, she told me I would need to wear them at all times that week to prepare. After carefully pushing the small one inside of me, she pulled another large jeweled plug out of her bag. She told me that I wasn't alone in this and that she would be wearing a plug, too, to prepare for Malcolm's fat cock. She had me lick her asshole and push my tongue into her to loosen her up to receive the plug. When she felt relaxed enough, she put her buttplug in my mouth to get it wet and then pushed it into her bum while staring into my eyes. I was so turned on, I fucked her three times, feeling the buttplug inside me, while her plug pressed against my cock through the wall of her cunt.

When Saturday came, Zelda came to my place, and we drove to Malcolm's house. It was a beautiful modern home, secluded from the neighbours with a big deck, pool, and lots of trees. He greeted us at the door. He gave Zelda a deep kiss and fondled her ass before turning to me with a big smile and offering his large, strong hand to shake. “You are even more handsome than Zelda told me,” he said, which made me flush with pleasure. He had a strong charisma, and I felt drawn to him immediately. I could see why Zelda was so taken with him.

He led us to the living room, which was all windows and comfortable, stylish teak furniture. He gave us some nice white wine, and we briefly made small talk. But he quickly came around to the point of our visit. “Zelda has been telling me she wants to see you fucked, Ethan. How do you feel about that?”

“I'm a little nervous, but very aroused by the idea, Malcolm,” I said.

“Excellent. I like the look of you, and I very much enjoy taking men's anal virginity. So let me tell you a bit about how I most enjoy playing. I intend to command you. You'll be my sex slave, and I'll be your Master. You will do everything I order you to do. If anything doesn't feel good or safe and you need to stop, your safeword is Red. If you say that, we'll stop, and we can talk about what is going wrong. If you need to slow down, you can say Yellow and we'll do a check-in to see what needs changing. This is going to be an intense experience, and there is no shame in needing a break. Does that sound good to you?”

His thoughtful words and confident tone told me I was in very good hands. “Yes, Malcolm, that all sounds great,” I replied.

“Wonderful. Then I want you to also know, I intend for this to be very pleasurable for all of us, but that I also enjoy degrading and humiliating my slaves. I will call you slut, whore, bitch, a cocksucker, and all manner of things. Know that it is for pleasure and power that I will push your limits, but fully respect your boundaries. So if anything is an issue, please speak up.”

“Of course, thank you. I will if I need to,” I answered.

“Okay, then let's get to it. From now on, you are to call me Master or Sir. Do you understand, slut?”

I had a quiver of excitement pass through me as I said, “Yes, Master. I am your slave, and I will be a good slut for you today.”

“Delightful, slave. I'll will enjoy using and abusing you.” Turning to Zelda, he said, “And I trust you need no reminding of the rules, whore?”

Zelda looked at me intently before turning to Malcolm and saying, “No, Sir. Thank you for allowing this slut to bring you a new ass to fuck. I can't wait to watch you ream my boyfriend and make him a cocksucker for your powerful cock.”

“Good girl,” Malcolm smiled. Then his face grew stern, and he said with some menace, “Why are you slaves still wearing clothes? In my house, you should always strip naked upon entry. Get them off before I become offended.”

“Yes, Master,” Zelda responded, pulling off her dress. She had not worn a bra or panties, so she was done very quickly. Once her dress was off, she dropped to her knees and sat on her heels with her thighs spread open and her open hands resting on her legs, palms up. I followed suit, shedding my clothes and sitting beside her in a matching pose.

Malcolm bent down and took Zelda's face in his hands, kissing her mouth deeply, running his tongue over her lips. Next, he moved to me and kissed me in the same aggressive, domineering fashion. I trembled with perverse contentment, relishing the invasion of my mouth by this sexy, dominant man who was planning to fuck my ass.

After a passionate, lingering kiss, Malcomn told us to present our holes. Zelda and I put our hands on the floor and lift our hips to show our Master our asses. Malcolm smiled broadly when he saw the large jeweled buttplugs in each of us. Mine was emerald green, while Zelda's was lavender amethyst. “How wonderful! I love when my slaves are plugged. You deserve a reward for pleasing me. You may taste my cock. Does that sound like a treat, sluts?”

Zelda and I eagerly agreed that it would be a delightful treat as our Master pulled his long, fat dick out of his pants. It was my first time seeing his magnificent member, and it did not disappoint. It was thick and smooth with proud veins bulging around the shaft. My mouth watered at the thought of worshipping such an impressive penis. We opened our mouths, and Malcolm rubbed the fat head on our wet tongues, dipping back and forth between us. “Put your heads together, sluts. I want you both to lick together. Very good, whores. Yes, that's a fine concerted effort. Now, Ethan, suck on my balls. Zelda, take my cock into your mouth.”

We did as commanded, greedily devouring his huge dick and big hanging balls, kissing around the fat head, swirling our tongues together over him. Worshipping him as a god. I was in heaven. Kneeling beside a woman I love, taking turns choking on an enormous godcock, being devout supplicants of his divine rod.

Malcolm worked his massive cock and balls over our faces, in and out of our mouths and throats, for a glorious half hour. Pulling away from my lips, thick strands of saliva connecting us still, he told me that it was time to show him how true slaves show their submission: Sodomy. “Ethan, I am going to buttfuck your girlfriend. You are going to get her ass ready for me. Then you are going to beg me to fuck her asshole. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I responded. “I will stretch her hole with my tongue so you can bugger her.”

Malcolm suddenly slapped my face. It wasn't hard, but it was shocking. Next, he grabbed my throat and gripped my hair, pulling my head back. He leaned in and kissed me hard on the mouth, invading my mouth with his powerful tongue. “That's a good slut,” he growled in my ear. “I'm going to pull out her buttplug, then you're going to lick and suck it clean. After that, you're going to eat her ass until she cums.”

I moaned as he kissed me again. I was his willing slave. I was prepared to do whatever degrading task he asked of me. Eager, even. I wanted to please him. I wanted to please Zelda. I loved her, and I would do anything that would give her pleasure.

Malcolm slowly fucked the plug in and out of Zelda's bum, stretching her, and drawing squeals of pleasure from her. “Do you like that, whore? Do you like having your asshole stretched? You're going to get fucked hard while your cocksucker cuck of a boyfriend watches. Does that excite you?” Her Master demanded, spanking her gorgeous, round asscheeks for emphasis.

“Yes, Master!” She cried. “I love having my ass played with! I want to be buttfucked by your huge black cock! I want my boyfriend to watch! I want him to see every inch of your giant cock abusing my slutty hole. It's so naughty and turns me on so much to be a slave to your cock while he watches and knows he's next.”

With that, Malcolm pulled out the buttplug. He brought it to my mouth, pulling my hair, and rubbing it on my lips. “Stick out your tongue, bitch,” he ordered. I stuck out my tongue, and the plug was wiped around my tongue, then pushed deeply into my mouth. I gagged a little and began sucking the lube and my girlfriend's juices off her shiny metal plug. She had cleaned herself fastidiously and taught me how to prepare for anal play, so it was erotic and not at all unpleasant.

Pleased with my work, Malcolm manhandled me behind Zelda and pushed my face between her buttocks. “Hold your ass open for your cuck, slave,” Master directed Zelda. Reaching back, my nympho of a girlfriend pulled her bum cheeks apart and arched her hips to present her holes. I ran my tongue all over her anal ring, pushing past her sphincter, dipping inside, and withdrawing as Malcolm pumped my face in and out, up and down. “That's it, bitch,” He encouraged me. “Fuck her ass with your tongue. Get it deep. Ream her asshole. I need it wet and fully relaxed. Moan into her.” As he said this, he began running his free hand over my bum, between my legs to my scrotum and cock, fondling me gently with his big, strong hands, his fingers probing. I couldn't help but moan as I enthusiastically rimmed Zelda's back door.

Malcolm moved in front of Zelda. Stroking his cock, he guided the fat head of his godcock into his slave's mouth. Grabbing two handfuls of her hair, he began fucking her face, repeatedly grinding his pelvis and pulling her mouth down his shaft. “Finger her cunt, cuck. Make her cum while your tongue is up her asshole.”

I put my fingers into Zelda's soaking pussy. She was flooding juices and swollen with arousal. I pushed my tongue as far as I could into her ass, as I rubbed her G-spot with my fingers, massaging her clit with my thumb. She was obviously highly stimulated by the whole scene and was on the brink of orgasm in no time. Malcolm sternly told her, “Do you want to cum, slut? You'd better beg for permission. You don't get to cum until I say so. If you do, I'll punish both of my slaves.”

I was too busy with my task to give full consideration to what kind of punishment we might incur for misbehaving, and frankly, I was deeply invested in the anilingus and fingering, so I was not Zelda's ally in the orgasm control. The thought crossed my mind that it was very much her problem, and I worked even harder to push her to climax.

Zelda had Malcolm's thick cock pumping in and out of her throat, so her pleas to cum were quite muffled. As she slobbered and drooled and pleaded for release, Malcolm mocked her efforts. “What's that, slut? I can't hear you. You're mumbling like a cocksucking cumdump at the gloryhole. What are you trying to say? Are you asking to cum? If you want to cum, ask properly.”

Zelda's cries grew more and more urgent. The tone of Malcolm's voice became increasingly pleased with himself and the dilemma of his needy slave. Zelda begged desperately, choking and gasping, “Please, Master! Please let this slut cum! Please! PLEASE! PLEASE, SIR!”

“Will you give me your asshole, slave? Will you surrender everything to me?” Malcolm prompted.

“Yes, Master! My holes are yours! I'll give you my ass! Anything! Please, let me cum...” Her eyes were rolling back, and she had lost all control. Her asshole was fully relaxed, and my tongue was as deep as it would go. Her cunt was squeezing my fingers like a vice. “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!”

“Then cum, whore! Cum hard! Cum on your boyfriend's tongue and choke on my cock,” Malcolm demanded at last.

Zelda whimpered to herself, “I can cum? I can cum? Oh god, Master, I'm cumming! Your whore is cumming on your big dick!” Malcolm responded by plunging his huge, girthy cock into the back of her throat. Zelda emitted the most delicious gagging and gurgling noises as her Master thrust in and out. Her cunt flooded with juices and drenched my front, and I worked her cunt and ass for everything I was worth.

Zelda's body spasmed and shook for well over a minute as the orgasm overtook her. Malcolm purposefully denied her oxygen with his cock, backing out of her throat to give her little sips as it became necessary. The intense stimulation left her flooded, gasping, and fully dilated. When her Master withdrew from her mouth, Zelda began to blabber about her need to be fucked. “Please, Master! Please take my ass! Sodomize me hard! Make my boyfriend watch. I want him to be jealous and aroused, and greedy to take your beautiful cock inside his bum next! Stretch me. Use me. Breed me. Please. I need it. My asshole needs your big black dick.”

“Good girl,” Malcolm praised her. “On your hands and knees. Pull your cheeks apart and show me your holes.” Zelda did exactly as commanded. She was a slave to Malcolm's cock now. She was his to direct.

He looked at me, thick wet godcock in hand. “Choke on it to get it wet with your throat cock. I want you to tear up and cry on it while you gag. Then it will be time for you to guide it up your slut girlfriend's asshole.”

“Yes, Master,” I obeyed. I licked his shaft and balls, then pushed my head down on his penis until the head was at the back of my throat. My gag reflex triggered, but I just kept pushing, letting his bulbous glans slide into my throat. He grabbed my hair and worked my face, fucking my mouth as he had just dominated Zelda's. I drooled and wept happy tears as he pushed deeply, before he pulled out and rubbed his majestic cock all over my willing face.

“It's time, slave. Guide me in.”

“Please buttfuck my girlfriend, Master. Stretch her ass and make her cum with your beautiful cock. She's a whore for you. We are your whores,” I pleaded.

Malcolm smiled broadly and spat onto Zelda's asshole. I pressed his enormous cockhead onto her delicate hole. It resisted only momentarily before opening to welcome his swollen erection, obscenely hugging the ridge of his helmet, then constricting around his insistent shaft. As I watched in rapt wonder, his entire length disappeared into my girlfriend's bum until his balls were pressed against her labia. Malcolm had taken her ass. Zelda had surrendered to her Master.

Malcolm gave her a moment to adjust to his monster rod before pumping slowly in and out. After a few gentle minutes, he told me to open wide. He pulled his large, wet cock out of her ass and pushed it deep into my mouth. I felt so subservient and naughty to be performing ass-to-mouth for Malcolm. I accepted that I would do anything he wanted me to do. I, too, was his eager sex slave. After a few strokes down my throat, Malcolm pushed his cock back into Zelda's accommodating asshole.

“Kiss her while I assfuck her, slave,” Malcolm directed me. “Let her taste her ass.”

Zelda's kisses were sloppy and enthusiastic. We kissed each other passionately, sharing the tastes of cock, cunt, and ass. Her eyes were wide and desperate as she took a hard anal fucking. Before long, she was begging to cum again. “Please, Master! This whore wants to cum with your black cock in my ass. May I cum, Sir? Please let your whore cum. I'm so full. You are fucking me wide open. Please let me cum!”

Malcolm cruelly edged her. “Not yet, slut. You don't seem desperate enough. You don't really need to cum, do you? You can wait.” Zelda whimpered and begged more vigorously. She became frantic, ready to explode, permission or no, as Malcolm fucked her even harder. He finally relented. “Very well, whore. Cum with your Master's cock up your ass. Cum hard for me and let me feel you.”

Zelda's release came from down in her core. She groaned loudly as her cunt squirted. Her ass squeezed, and she vibrated all over. I loved watching the pleasure overtake her. I stared into her eyes. Her soul seemed to leave her body, returning as she came back down. I kissed her as she moaned and whimpered.

Malcolm fucked her even faster. He was approaching his own orgasm. I encouraged him with my own submissive pleas. “Master, please cum up my girlfriend's ass. Please fill her with your thick cum. I want to clean your delicious sperm out of her ruined hole. Please pump your seed into her so I can drink it from her.”

Malcolm looked into my eyes as he unloaded into Zelda's ass. His stare was intensely sexual, but also made me feel so connected to him in that moment. It may be strange to say, but it felt romantic.

I was there as he pulled his thick member out of her gaping hole. I had lain down underneath them, and he guided Zelda's hips so that her ass was directly over my face. She tilted her body back and positioned her thoroughly fucked asshole over my open mouth. She arched her back and looked down into my eyes. She was panting from exertion through a glowing smile, hand caressing my hair. I pushed out my tongue into her dilated anus. I could immediately taste our Master's cum. As she started to rock her hips, Malcolm's load began to pour out of her, filling my mouth. I licked and swallowed, causing Zelda to ask for another orgasm, which Malcolm quickly granted. Zelda's climax caused her sphincter to pulse and spasm, serving me the entirety of her anal creampie as Malcolm recorded this part of our scene with a camera and praised us, his slaves, for our enthusiastic submission.