Patrick slowly inserted the anal plug in my asshole and did so in a teasing manner. He pushed until the first ridge of the plug’s shaft was in me and my butthole closed over it, pulled it out, and then pushed it back in until my hole closed over the second ridge of the plug. He repeated that process with all six of the ridges. Each time a ridge was pushed into me I let out a muffled, grunting moan and threw my head back uncontrollably from the pleasure of my asshole being penetrated by the sex toy. That would cause the chain attached to the bit in my mouth and the nipple clamps to pull tight and my nipples would pull taut. It would hurt but I could not control my actions. The plug was about six inches long and the ridges of the anal toy were larger than the anal beads and almost the same circumference as Patrick’s cock. It was stretching my asshole wide.
“You are enjoying this now aren’t you?” Patrick asked when the toy was into my ass and wide oval base pressed against my flesh. “I think my new black whore is beginning to like being an anal slut, doesn’t she?”
“Uhhgh, yes, Master,” with the bit in my mouth it sounded like “Yesth, Masther” and I slobbered over my chin. I was enjoying the plug in my asshole.
Patrick picked up the magic wand vibrator and turned it on. By the sound of the dull buzzing, I knew the charge had run low. Patrick reached into the duffel bag and pulled out the electric cord, attached it to the vibrator, and plugged it into the wall socket next to the bed. He turned the toy on again and it buzzed with fresh life. I started to breathe hard in anticipation of the wand being used on me. It was a great vibrator and the pleasure it gives is astonishing.
My breathing increased and I was almost panting as Patrick teased my body with the wand. Using the low setting for the vibrator, he ran it over my breasts, my nipples and it made clinking sounds as it touched the metal clamps, down my stomach, up to my thighs, up to my wet pussy slit, and finally, he pressed the vibrating head to my clit.
I threw my head back once more and gave muffled cries of bliss. Yes, my nipples were pulled tight and the teeth of the clamps hurt as they pulled, but I didn’t care. Even on the low setting, the toy felt glorious on my clit. Soon Patrick increased the vibration to the next setting and I assumed he was going to tease my clit for a while on each setting until he got too high and I would orgasm. I didn’t last that long. I came within about two minutes or maybe even less from when he started using the toy on my clit.
Patrick did not remove the vibrator from my clit after my orgasm ended and increased the setting higher. He used his other hand to grab the base of the anal plug and started thrusting it in and out of my asshole. He started slowly as if he was matching the rhythm of the vibrations on my clit and when he would increase the power of the magic wand the pace of the anal plug thrusting in and out of my ass also increased.
My body was wiggling and jerking, I was making loud but muffled moans and grunts of pleasure and my nipples were being pulled painfully by the clamps as I uncontrollably tossed my head back and from side to side. I could feel the pain of my nipples being pulled by the teeth of the clamps, but I didn’t care. The blissful pleasure I was receiving on my clit and in my asshole overwhelmed the pain.
Patrick used the vibrator on my clit and fucked my ass with the anal plug until I had three orgasms. By the time I had my third orgasm, the vibrator was on its highest setting and Patrick was ramming the anal plug in and out of my ass hard and rapidly. The third was so intense that when I threw my head back in ecstasy I also cried out in pain when the clamp on my left nipple was pulled off. It felt like my nipple was being ripped from my body. Again I didn’t care and the pain seemed to increase the pleasure of my orgasm. I was still cumming even after Patrick pushed the anal plug deep into my asshole and removed the vibrator from my clit.
After my orgasm ended, I was panting and whimpering, my head was dizzy, my inner thighs and pussy quivered, my nipples throbbed and ached, and I could feel how wet my pussy and inner thighs were from my pussy fluids. I had slobber drooling out of my mouth and tears running down my cheeks. I was in such a blissful euphoria state that I barely noticed when Patrick turned off the vibrator, removed the bit from my mouth, and unshackled my feet and wrists. After he removed the restraints, I moved to lay on my side but Patrick placed a hand on my stomach and stopped me.
“Please, baby, please let me rest,” I asked. My voice was hoarse from my screams and moans of pleasure. My teeth even hurt from biting down on the bit.
Patrick chuckled at me, “Rest? Do you think you will get much rest after I sell you to the whore house? Do you think you will get much rest as you pleasure men and women one after another or many at one time? There is no rest for black whores like you.”
I was in such a state of bliss that I honestly had forgotten the game we were playing. Patrick placed his hands on my thighs and kept my legs spread and lowered his head between my legs and proceeded to lick and lap up my sex fluids.
“Please, Patrick, just a short rest,” I begged. His licking my pussy and thighs felt very pleasant but I needed a break.
Patrick ignored me and kissed his way up my stomach, gently kissed my sore nipples, and pressed his body on top of mine. I could feel his cock was hard again as it pressed on my stomach. He licked my spit off of my chin and mouth. I placed my hands on his face and gently pushed his head up and looked into his eyes.
“Just for five minutes and then you can fuck me any way you want,” I suggested.
Patrick grinned, “I own your black body. I can fuck you anyway I want now. I intend on wearing your black pussy out.”
When he told me he owned my black body, I did not know if he was playing the game or if he was referring to our financial arrangement. The truth was he did own me in a way. While it was consensual, he did pay for me due to our financial arrangement. If you wanted to be technical about my life with Patrick, I was still a prostitute and Patrick was my one client and I was paid to sexually please him.
He started kissing me and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back as I accepted my fate of being his whore to use. As Patrick kissed me he moved his hand down and guided his penis into my pussy. He pushed himself into me with one slow thrust and he slid easily into my soaked pussy. I gasped while kissing him and sucked his breath into my mouth.
“Ohhh, my God…fuck me, baby. Fuck my black pussy with your big, white cock until I can’t walk,” I said into his ear.
His cock felt so good in my pussy I no longer wanted to rest. I wanted to get fucked and fucked hard.
Patrick chuckled again, “That’s my African whore,” he told me.
Patrick grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders and used his body to push my legs up until my feet were parallel with my head and he started to fuck me and, God, did he fuck me hard. His thrusts into me were so fast and powerful that I had to place my hands over my head and push on the headboard to avoid my head from slamming into the headboard.
I don’t know if there were any guests in the room next to us, but if there were they would surely have known I was getting my brains fucked out. I could hear the bed squeaking rapidly over my loud moans and screaming out to God as he fucked me hard, the headboard was slamming against the wall, Patrick was grunting with exertion and pleasure, and I could hear the slapping sound of his body against mine.
Naturally, I did not keep the time of how long the sex lasted, but due to the fact he had cum two times before and the Viagra he lasted a very long time. He would fuck me so hard that he had to take short rests to catch his breath and when he did he would thrust his cock deep into me and then start fucking my asshole with the anal plug he had left inside me as he raised his body over mine and looked down at me. His sweat dripped from his face onto mine and I would do my best to lick up whatever drops fell close to my mouth.
“Uhhh, fuck! More, please more, Master. Fuck my black pussy more,” I would beg him when he made his short rests.
“Uhhh! Yes, Oh God yes, fuck my black asshole also! Fuck your filthy black whore!”
I cried out loudly that if there were any guests in the room next to us they would have heard the vulgar, nasty things I was saying. Hell, I think the entire hotel would have heard me. During his rest, Patrick would mention how much he liked my large tits and huge dark nipples, how much he enjoyed my fat, black ass, and how my black pussy felt so good. He would tell me he was going to rip my black pussy apart with his big, white cock, how much of a black whore for white dick I was, and other crude comments. Things he knew turned me on when he fucked me like he was doing.
After he caught his breath, Patrick would start fucking me hard again. I had at least three other orgasms as he fucked me, maybe more but I was not counting. I was enjoying getting my black pussy pleasantly abused by his large, white cock. Each time I came, Patrick would once again fuck my ass with the anal toy. He knew how being double penetrated increased the intensity of my orgasms.
“Ohh, God…yes, yes, yes! I am going to cum again! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t…ohhh my fucking God!” I screamed out as I felt another orgasm coming on me and Patrick ripped the anal plug out of my asshole in one hard pull.
I was still cumming when Patrick grunted out he was going to cum also. I tried to tell him to cum in my pussy but could not form the words and I sounded like I was having a stroke. Patrick pulled out of me, pressed his body harder on top of me, and forced my legs even higher up on my body and I could feel my feet pressed against the headboard. He then straddled my chest.
“Uhhh, fuck, open your fucking, black whore mouth,” he ordered me.
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and Patrick placed his large cockhead on my tongue and jerked his cock until he came. His cum sprayed into my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could. It shot out of his cock erratically and some of his fluid sprayed over my lips and nose.
“Yes, you are going to make a good black whore,” he told me after he finished cumming and wiped his cock over my face.
I licked around my lips to get more of his cum in my mouth as Patrick rolled off of me. He lay on his back panting, our bodies were slick with our mingled sweat, I was also panting for air and my legs ached. My pussy felt like it was throbbing as was my ass hole. The room smelled of our sex and sweat. It was awesome!
After I caught my breath I rolled over to my side with my back turned to Patrick and he rolled over to spoon me. He put his arms around my chest and I pressed myself against him. I took his hand and brought it to my mouth and kissed it.
“Are you still going to sell me to the whorehouse?” I teased. “I proved I can be a good whore for you.”
Patrick laughed, “Yes you are proving to be a good whore, but you are still going to be sold. Money is money and black whores like you are a dime a dozen. Plus, I think you would enjoy being a whore in the whorehouse.”
I bit his hand playfully, “You are so mean.”
Patrick laughed and I turned over, wrapped my leg over his body, and ran my hands through his damp chest hairs. “I am hungry,” I told him.
We had not eaten any dinner and I was hungry since all I ate for lunch was a salad. Patrick looked over my shoulder at the clock.
“I think room service is closed.”
I turned my head and saw the time and did not realize we had been at it for that long. We started our game in the early evening and it was now after eleven at night.
“I want a waffle,” I smiled at him.
“We have to get up and go out.”
“Okay. Waffle House,” my smile turned into a grin.
Being from the South, Waffle House was a staple for breakfast foods and in the south, there was one off almost every interstate exit and they were open 24/7.
Patrick laughed, “Sure.”
I kissed Patrick’s lips and got out of bed. I winced from the soreness of my pussy and butthole and my thigh muscles ached. I did not bother to shower, I know I should have since I stunk of sex and sweat, but I liked the way I smelled. I did wash my face of makeup that was streaked and smeared and the cum off of my face. I put on pair of panties, yoga shorts, and a crop top and did not bother to put on a bra. Let people look, plus my nipples were too tender and sore for a bra. Patrick put on some shorts and a tee-shirt.
We drove to the nearest Waffle House, which was close outside the Disney Park, I had my waffle and some hash browns.
Once we got back to the hotel, we both stripped naked and went back to bed. I sucked Patrick’s cock for a while and I got on top of him and rode him until I had an orgasm and then he placed me on my back and was going to fuck me again. I pressed my hands on his thigh and stopped him.
“Fuck my ass again, please, baby,” I asked him. My asshole was sore but I wanted it to get fucked again. I like anal sex.
As Patrick got the lubricant and applied it to his cock I raised my butt and he fucked my asshole once more until he came inside me. He could have fucked me more and I wanted him to but we had to get up to be at the Disney Studio Park.
The rest of the time at Disney was awesome! We ate Thanksgiving at the Brown Derby. Every time I sat down that next day I winced from the soreness of my pussy and ass. We went to Epcot the day after, and the last day before we left we went back to the Magic Kingdom. I never did buy another Princess Jasmine costume. However, I did have sex with Patrick in every room in the hotel suite including on the balcony our last night there.
It was after one in the morning, we were all packed, and sitting on the balcony drinking some wine. I was wearing the hotel guest robe, got up and walked over to Patrick, straddled him, put his cock inside me, and fucked him that time.
I opened my robe so he could fondle and kiss and play with my breasts and nipples as I worked my fantastic ass to grind my pussy on his cock. I kept moaning and asking him how much he liked my black pussy and body. Patrick took a long time to cum when I was on top of him, not because of my lack of knowing how to fuck a man, but just because that was how he was and was like that with every girl. It was well worth the time it took.
That was my trip to Disney World and it was fantastic! I hope to go back again even if I don’t have a man to fuck me the way Patrick did on that trip.
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