fucking my black friend in front of my cuck boyfriend | cucking short sex story

The moment Amber walked into the room, Ron's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but stare at her, mesmerized by her beauty. Her outfit was as provocative as ever – a tight black dress that hugged every curve of her body, showing off her incredible tits to the world. She knew exactly how much she turned him on, and she loved it.

"Hey baby," she purred, sauntering over to him and running her fingers through his hair. "You ready for another night of fun?"

Ron could barely nod, his mind racing with anticipation. He knew what tonight meant – another chance for Amber to show off her dominant side, to humiliate him in front of strangers, and to remind him just who was in charge. But he also knew that deep down, he loved it. There was something incredibly erotic about being completely under her control, about submitting himself to her desires.

As they left their apartment, Ron couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with dread. They were heading to one of the city's hottest clubs, and Amber had made it clear that she planned to flirt with everyone there. She wanted him to watch as she danced with other men, felt them grinding against her, heard them whisper dirty things in her ear. And she wanted him to do nothing but sit back and take it all in, knowing full well that it drove him wild.

Once inside the club, Amber wasted no time in finding targets. As soon as they stepped onto the dance floor, she began gyrating against some random guy, her ass pressing against his erection as she ground herself against him. Ron watched from across the room, his cock already straining against his pants as he tried not to make a scene.

Amber spotted another man nearby, this one even more attractive than the first. Without hesitation, she sauntered over to him, running her hands up and down his chest before leaning in close to whisper something in his ear. Whatever she said worked – within seconds, the two were locked in a passionate embrace, their tongues entwined as they kissed passionately.

Ron felt a mixture of jealousy and desire coursing through him. Part of him wished he could be the one kissing Amber, feeling her lips pressed against his own. But another part of him – the submissive part – reveled in seeing her enjoy herself with someone else. It was almost too much to bear.

Throughout the night, Amber continued her game. She danced with yet another man, teasingly rubbing herself against him while giving Ron a smug look. Then, without warning, she grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the bar, where she ordered two shots of tequila.

"Drink up, slut," she commanded, throwing back her shot before turning back to her latest conquest. Ron downed his drink as quickly as possible, trying not to think about how degrading it felt to call him such names. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill it gave him.

By the end of the night, Amber had successfully driven Ron crazy with lust. Despite being surrounded by countless men who would have given anything to be in his shoes, he still found himself hard as a rock, desperate for release. All thanks to his domineering girlfriend and her twisted games.

Back home, they retired to bed, both exhausted from the long evening ahead. As Amber stripped off her clothes, leaving them scattered around the room, Ron couldn't help but admire her naked form once again. Even after everything they'd done, she still managed to take his breath away.

Climbing between the sheets, Amber pulled him close and whispered into his ear, "I want you to cum for me, baby."

With those words alone, Ron's inhibitions melted away. He thrust himself into her eagerly, loving the way her pussy enveloped his dick, sucking him in deeper with each stroke. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, each moan and gasp driving them closer and closer to climax.

Finally, as pleasure built up inside him, Ron let loose, flooding Amber's wet pussy with his cum. She cried out softly, arching her back and squeezing his cock tightly until every last drop had been spilled. Only then did they collapse onto the bed, spent and satisfied.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passion, Ron couldn't help but wonder if there was any limit to what Amber would make him do next. One thing was certain, though – wherever their relationship took them, he wouldn't have it any other way. Because no matter how humiliated or degraded he might feel at times, deep down, he knew he was the luckiest man alive to have such a dominant, sexy woman controlling him.

After they returned home from the club, Amber could feel the heat building between her legs. The thought of Ron watching her with another man had sent shivers down her spine, and now she needed release. Her mind immediately turned to her black friend from work, Marcus, who had always been willing to oblige her kinks.

She knew Ron would be thrilled to see her with someone else, especially a man who was so good-looking and well-endowed. With a wicked grin, she dialed Marcus' number, hoping he was free for a spontaneous visit.

Marcus answered groggily, clearly still half asleep. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me," Amber purred seductively. "Are you awake? I need your help."

Intrigued, Marcus asked, "What do you need, babe?"

"I need you to come over right now," she replied, her voice low and sultry. "I need you to fuck me, hard and rough. And I want Ron to watch."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Marcus finally responded, "Are you sure about this, Amb? This sounds pretty intense."

Amber laughed lightly. "Trust me, I know what I want. Just get here as soon as you can."

Hanging up the phone, Amber could already feel her pulse quickening. She knew this wasn't going to be easy, but the thought of having Marcus' huge dick inside her while Ron watched was enough to drive her wild.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door. Amber opened it to find Marcus standing there, fully clothed and looking slightly embarrassed. "Uh, hey..."

Amber grinned widely, taking his face in her hands and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. "Don't worry about it," she murmured against his lips. "Just come inside and let's get started."

Leading him into the living room, Amber instructed Ron to strip naked and lie on the couch. His eyes widened as he complied, but he didn't protest. Instead, he settled in expectantly, his erect cock jutting upward as he waited for the action to begin.

Amber stood before him, unbuttoning her dress slowly, letting it fall to the floor until she was standing in nothing but her high heels and lace panties. Marcus watched intently as she reached behind her back to undo her bra, allowing her breasts to spring free.

"Fuck, Amb, you look amazing," Marcus muttered, his voice thick with desire.

Amber smiled slyly, reaching out to cup his bulging erection through his jeans. "I know I do. Now, let's get started."

Without further ado, she dropped to her knees in front of him, unzipping his fly and releasing his massive cock. It sprang free, rock-hard and throbbing, and Amber could hardly wait to taste it.

Taking him in her mouth, she sucked gently at first, working her way down his length and then back up again. Each time, she took more of him into her throat, swallowing him whole until only her nose touched his pubic hair.

As Ron watched Amber devour Marcus' cock with enthusiasm, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions. On one hand, he was excited by the taboo nature of the situation, but on the other, he couldn't shake the feeling of inferiority that gripped him whenever Amber treated him this way.

He knew she enjoyed demeaning him, reducing him to a pathetic shell of a man who existed solely for her pleasure. But despite the humiliation, he couldn't resist her cruel commands. In fact, it seemed to only serve to stoke the fire of his desire, burning brighter with each passing minute.

When it was time for them to switch positions, Amber didn't miss an opportunity to belittle Ron further. "Get on your knees, bitch," she snarled, her tone harsh and cold. "It's time for you to learn your place."

Ron complied reluctantly, his heart racing as he knelt before Amber and Marcus. He could feel the weight of her gaze on him, and it burned like acid, eating away at his self-esteem. Yet, despite the pain, he remained loyal to her, ready to submit to her every whim.

Watching Amber ride Marcus' cock, Ron couldn't help but feel like a piece of meat himself. She was using him, exploiting his weaknesses for her own satisfaction. But as much as it hurt, he knew he deserved it. After all, he was the one who chose to surrender himself to her mercy.

Despite his misery, Ron couldn't ignore the raw, animalistic attraction that burned between him and Amber. She was beautiful, powerful, and utterly ruthless. And in that moment, he realized that he would gladly suffer her abuse if it meant being able to worship her body.

As Amber ground her hips against Marcus, her eyes locked onto Ron's, daring him to look away. But he refused, holding her gaze steadfastly as she rode him harder and faster. With each thrust, her face contorted with pleasure, her nails digging into Marcus' back as she screamed his name.

The sight of Amber lost in ecstasy was more than Ron could handle. Unable to contain himself any longer, he released his pent-up frustration, ejaculating onto the floor as he stared hungrily at her.

Seeing Ron's reaction, Amber smirked maliciously. "Oh, you really are a worthless piece of shit, aren't you?" she taunted, grabbing his hair and forcing him to look up at her. "Look at you, coming all over the fucking floor because I'm riding someone else's cock. What a loser."

Despite the insults, Ron couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over him. At least he had proven his loyalty to Amber, proving that he was hers to command.

After she finished with Marcus, Amber crawled back over to Ron, her expression cold and calculated. "Clean my pussy, slut," she demanded, her voice dripping with venom.

Reluctantly, Ron leaned forward, licking at Amber's tender flesh. He could taste Marcus on her, a bitter reminder of his own insignificance. But still, he persevered, determined to please her no matter how debased he felt.

As he cleaned her, Amber ran her fingers through his hair, stroking him possessively. "That's right, you worthless cocksucker," she sneered. "Show me how much you love me by licking my pussy clean."

Even as she spoke, Ron couldn't help but respond to her words, feeling a surge of desire course through him. No matter how much she tormented him, he couldn't deny the bond they shared.

And as she pushed him away, her eyes gleaming with triumph, Ron knew that he would do anything for her. Even if it meant suffering at her hands, he would remain loyal to her forever. For in the end, he understood that he was nothing without her, and she was everything.