My first black meat

I’m the subject of the picture, on all fours on the bed in a particular favorite fetish outfit of mine. It’s full length, in gleaming black PVC, with the expected sections cut out at crotch and chest. My ankles are in a set of ankle cuffs cut in half, and with each half welded onto the end of a steel bar, (I’ve never been able to find reference to the proper title of such a contraption, and we just called it ‘the bar’, for lack of any other name), my wrists are fastened together by the cuffs of the outfit. I’m also wearing a blindfold and a weird contraption around my head with blinkers and what can only be called a ‘ball-gag’; it’s about the size of a golf ball and it’s between my teeth, preventing me from speaking. It’s not a conventional photograph; rather it’s a still-image from a video recording; a long video recording; the whole thing runs for the best part of four hours, which focuses mainly on me, as my little angel screwed me six ways from Sunday, at least twice over!

I can still remember the night we recorded that session, and it was quite a night. It started out with me on the bed, dressed and positioned the way I describe, with Erika kneeling behind me, performing oral on me; probing with tongue and fingers, getting me very, very wet as I writhed and whimpered.

Then she moved around in front of me and, grabbing my hands, placed them onto the shaft of a large, thick, plastic prick, inviting me to give it a hand-job. To anyone else; if they ever got the chance to watch the recording, I must look a right fool, masturbating a plastic prick, but I could hear moans of appreciation from Erika, and I figured that the clit pad was being pressed back just right, to stimulate her clit and give her some pleasure from what I was doing. After a little while of doing that, I could feel her hands on the skin of my face as she asked me, “Would you like to try taking this in your pussy now, baby?” I nodded my head quite vigorously and felt Erika move around behind me.

I could hear that she was messing around with a box of some sort, and then I felt a dollop of lube being applied to my bum. I didn’t need that to accommodate the big strap-on in my pussy, so I figured that she was intending to use a vibro on my back passage, too. So much the better babe; I loved being double filled after all.

I felt the pressure of my little angel’s fingers on my ring, slipping past it, as she worked the lube in, adding more as she worked. Then I felt something cold and plastic, not to mention broad and hard, being pressed up against my sphincter, which I concentrated on relaxing, and opening, for my little angel to press whatever she had, up inside of it, as best I could. “Do I have your permission to push this big thing a bit deeper, baby?” I heard Erika ask, and I nodded my head in agreement; yes, she had my permission. Whatever it was, it was bigger than any prick I’d had pushed up my backside at any time in my life, but as long as Erika was able to recognize the symptoms of hurting me, I’d give it a go. It must have taken three full minutes for Erika to work the large dildo, as I though of it, as far in as she wanted, and my bum felt considerably fuller than it ever had before in my life; I was well-stretched!

(That reminded me about what I’d gotten up to with the bouncer I pulled, on the night of my first proper gang-bang.

I’d had my hand in his pants and been quite impressed with what I’d gotten hold of. Clearly it was big and impressive. He’d boasted to me, at the time he had two fingers in my cum splattered pussy, that when it stood to attention it was thirteen inches long, and so broad that I would have trouble getting it in my mouth when I blew it.

I’d laughed at the time, accustomed as I was to schoolboy boasts, but when we were in his shower and he was washing me, I wasn’t laughing anymore. I was trying to decide which of two conflicting feelings was stronger; my nervousness at just the thought of how much that black monster was going to hurt as it went inside me, or my eagerness to be able to rejoin the girls the following day, and boast to them about just how much meat I’d had inside me.