A few days ago, Tambry had offered to send Dipper a copy of Wendy's sex tape. In exchange, however, she had a few favors to request. Dipper had, of course, agreed.
He was second-guessing that agreement while flipping through the box Tambry had sent him. He decided it would be worth it. He spent a lazy summer afternoon shaving himself completely hairless below the top of his head, just like Tambry had requested. Then, he lathered himself in the cream Tambry had included in the box. It burnt his freshly-shaven skin, but he grit his teeth and bore it. It would all be worth it, right?
Once Mabel headed out to spend a night with her latest boyfriend, Dipper pulled the outfit out of the box and began dressing himself. The underwear was tight, pulling his ass taught and flattening his crotch. He pulled the corset tight around his waist, then slipped into the dress. Then, he slipped into the long white socks and tiny black flats, and carefully adjusted the head dress. It all seemed to fit him perfectly.
He checked himself in the mirror. The maid uniform was embarrassing, but he had to admit it made him look cute. He set up the camera, just like Tambry had instructed, then read off the message she had written for him. "Uh-um, hello, I'm Dipper Pines. I'm willing to do anything to see Wendy Corduroy's sex tape." Once the video had been sent to the email address Tambry had given him, he jumped into his bed and pulled up his dress. He grabbed his penis in his hands and began stroking wildly, imagining Wendy catching him dressed like a sissy maid. After only a few strokes, drops of white cum stained his clean black dress.
Her next request was simpler, but also much more challenging. The box was much smaller this time. The instructions were only three sentences long, but he read them over again and again. "If you back out now, I'll show everyone your video. Put on the cage. Then, send me the key with a picture." Dipper wanted to back out, but knew he wouldn't be able to look Wendy in the eyes if she saw his video. Besides, the chastity cage seemed so light and harmless in his hands. So, he pulled his pants down, locked himself up, then snapped a picture.
As he watched the letter slide into the mail drop, he realized that he probably should have jerked off first. Over the next week, the cage tormented him, denying him the relief his penis so desperately demanded. It woke him up at night, and occupied his mind during the day. He reminded himself that it would all be worth it to see Wendy's sex tape.
The third box was the smallest yet. He opened it up to find only a flash drive. Once his sister left to attend some party, he plugged it into his computer and opened the folder. It contained only a video and a note. He opened the video and pressed play.
Wendy jumped up onto the counter of the Mystery Shack, wearing nothing but a button-up shirt and a pair of booty shorts. Dipper realized that it was finally happening, and his cock shot up in an instant. A black bar covered her eyes, but Dipper supposed it was a privacy concern. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, and Dipper's cock strained against his cage as she pulled it open. However, instead of seeing her naked breasts, all he could see was a cloud of pixels. He jostled his computer, hoping that it was an error from the video player, but nothing changed.
Wendy slipped out of the booty shorts, kicking them off. Her hips were censored with the same pixelation, but at least he could still make out the general curve of her body, right? He tugged on his cage, but the movement only made the biting pain worse. She spread her legs, revealing a black box of denial, but the sight of her naked thighs spread out excited his cock even harder.
A large black man stepped into frame and stood between Wendy and the camera. Dipper groaned in frustration, but supposed such things were to be expected in a sex tape. His back was broad enough to almost completely block his view of Wendy. He was already naked, and made no effort to hide his intentions. His body was perfect, muscular and powerful, and the light gleamed off his dark skin. His body slid between her legs as his hands rubbed her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The sight of her wrapping her powerful legs around the man, the sight of her delicate feet arching behind the man's muscular back, made Dipper's heart pound and his cock throb. For a moment, the stranger bent his head down, and Dipper could hear the two kissing. Then, the stranger thrust his hips forward, and Wendy moaned in ecstasy.
The video cut off, but Dipper couldn't control his penis. The cage bit into his cock and pulled against his balls with each throb of his penis, but it dribbled out cum into his pants. Dipper gasped in pleasure and bent over in pain as his body was wracked with sensation.
Once his penis stopped throbbing and began to shrink again, Dipper looked up at the screen. He closed the video, then opened the instructions. He read through them, then considered what Tambry was requesting. It would be incredibly shameful. It would ruin any chance of Wendy caring about him. However, Tambry's offer to show him more of Wendy's sex tape, perhaps even uncensor it, was too great to give up.
Wendy received a flash drive in the mail. When she opened it, it contained a single image file and a note. She opened the note, having learned the hard way to read Tambry's instructions before messing with anything. However, the instructions just told her to view the picture, then text Tambry if she wanted more. So, she opened the picture.
Wendy hadn't been sure what to expect, but it hadn't been this. Dipper, the weird kid who worked at the Mystery Shack, getting fucked by a hulking black stud. Dipper was dressed up like a french maid, and Wendy could see that his penis had been shaved clean and locked in chastity. That hadn't kept him from orgasming, from making such a slutty face as his penis pumped cum out onto the bed. Wendy's heart raced with excitement, even as her mind tried to refuse, and Wendy began to unbuckle her pants.
No, Wendy realized, not just any black man, Tambry's bull. The same black man who had fucked her so many times. Wendy knew how large his cock was, and the idea of Dipper's tight sissy hole getting stretched out only excited her more. Somehow, Tambry had roped Dipper into the same game Wendy had fallen into, had turned him into another whole for black men to mercilessly breed. Wendy reached down into her underwear, rubbing against the chastity belt Tambry had sent her. It was terrible, but Wendy's body burned with desire, a desire she couldn't fulfill without Tambry's permission. She grabbed her phone and sent Tambry a text, short and simple. "Please show me more, Mistress Tambry."
Wendy pulled him into the changing room and grabbed him by his lapels. Before Dipper could react, she lifted him off the ground and pulled him into a kiss. Her lips were sweet like cherries. She pinned him against the wall, and he felt a hot bulge in her pants. Her cock popped out of her shorts, and he could feel the massive black weight against his stomach. She pushed him down until his lips were pressed against her cock. He ran his tongue up her cock, which tasted like sweet chocolate...
Dipper woke with a groan of pain. His cage bit into his penis, which tried to grow hard enough to break through the metal. He turned over and willed himself to think about something, anything else, only to be interrupted by his phone's text-tone. "Meet me at the diner." Dipper sighed in frustration. It was going to be a late night.
He slid into the booth across from Mistress Tambry. She sipped her coffee, and he waited patiently for her to acknowledge him. He suddenly felt her bare foot brushing against the inside of his leg, slowly working its way up to his crotch. He struggled to avoid squirming and keep a straight face. Her toes pressed against his cage, and he slapped his hand over his mouth to stifle a moan of pleasure. While her toes kneaded his crotch, she explained, "I have a new client. She is paying me six figures." She sipped her coffee, then clarified, "Monthly." Her foot crushed his cage against his cock, and he whimpered in pain. "Fortunately, I don't have to worry about you messing this up." He nodded, and she removed her foot from his crotch.
Dipper carefully balanced on the branch of an old oak tree. He knocked on one of the mansion's windows. As he shivered in the cold autumn breeze, he tried to remember why this ivy-covered mansion looked so familiar.
The blinds were thrust aside and the window slid open. He recognized her immediately, even though it had been years since they'd seen each other. Pacifica Northwest, heir to the Northwest Fortune. They had lost touch when her parents sent her to a prestigious private academy and he took a scholarship to WSU. The years had filled in her curves and given her a vicious gleam in her eyes, and she was wearing nothing but a sheer silk negligee. She bit her lip and ran her hand over her breast, and he felt his penis straining against his cage. When she winked at him, he stumbled and nearly fell out of the tree.
She caught his hand and pulled him back up. He remembered himself and handed her the package Mistress Tambry had given him. She took it from him, then took one last glance at him before turning away. Dipper suddenly blurted out, "It's not worth it."
Pacifica looked deep into his eyes. After a moment, she reached out and cupped his cheek in her hand. She smiled at him, and he felt a blush on his cheeks. "You always were so sweet."
She shut her window and closed her blinds. Dipper hesitated for a moment, then started climbing back down the tree. Once he made it back to his car, he slid his hand down his pants and began to tug on his cage.
He didn't hear from Mistress Tambry for a few weeks. When his phone finally buzzed again, he quickly grabbed it and opened her text. No instructions this time, just an address. He plugged the address into his gps, and felt his curiosity growing. A restaurant, much too expensive for him to afford.
He had changed into his best suit, but still felt shabbily underdressed. He tried to straighten his tie as he stepped through the doorway. The maître d' looked him over and grimaced, and Dipper expected to be asked to leave. Instead, the man stated, "Mr Pines, I presume."
Dipper took a moment, then responded, "Y-yep, that's me!"
The maître d' turned and cut a path through the restaurant. Dipper followed him through the restaurant, watching the glitterati all around him dining on dishes he couldn't even identify, much less afford. When the maître d' opened a door and gestured for Dipper to step through, he didn't hesitate.
The door shut behind him, and Dipper took in the room. It was dimly lit, and the sanguine walls seemed to swallow what little light there was. Candles dimly illuminated the room from the center of the table. The table was draped in a maroon tablecloth that stopped just short of the cherry-red carpet. Dipper sat down in one of the two mahogany chairs, gleaming with varnish and softened with red velour. In the other chair sat Pacifica Northwest, her blond hair and flawless white skin a welcome spot of bright color. She wore a black dress which hugged her curves and shimmered in the candlelight.
In lieu of an explanation, she suggested, "The shark fin soup is to die for."
Dipper stammered out, "Oh, u-um, sounds delicious."
She sipped her wine, then recalled, "I forgot, I dropped something earlier. I think it slipped beneath the table. Would you kindly grab it for me?"
They had grown distant over the years, but Dipper still knew when she was putting on an act. Still, he was curious. He got down on his hands and knees and slipped under the tablecloth. Enough light filtered through the tablecloth to let him see where she had pulled the tablecloth up to her lap. Her dress was pulled up far enough to be indecent, and her panties lay around one of her ankles.
She uncrossed her legs and spread them apart for him. He crawled over to her and ran his hands up her legs. They were hairless and flawless, and his fingers sunk into her fatty thighs. He could see, imprinted just a few inches from her pussy, a tattoo of a simple spade. A few months ago, he wouldn't have known its meaning. Now, however...
He turned away from it and focused on her bared pussy. It was dripping wet with her juices, but he could see sticky white fluid dripping from her pussy and down her thigh. He traced the line with his tongue, lapping it up, and could taste the familiar salty tang of cum, still hot. His lips moved up until they were pressed against her pussy, and he planted a kiss upon her lips. He could smell her sweat and desire, and her body shuddered at his touch. He placed his lips over her clitoris. He clamped it lightly between his teeth, and could hear a wine glass break on the table above him. When he ran his tongue around her clitoris, he could hear her breath growing heavy. His tongue slid down to her pussy, splitting her lips apart, and she gasped for air.
He heard the door open, and he reflexively pulled back. Pacifica's hand grip the back of his head and pull him tight against her crotch. He heard a waiter offer, "We'll be more than happy to replace your drink and fetch a new tablecloth--"
"No!" Pacifica gasped, "That won't be necessary." Dipper caught her game, and plunged his tongue deep inside her. Her thighs tightened around his head, but she continued, "I'll have the, a~ah, wagyu t-bone with..." Her voice trailed off as he began to lap at her pussy, swallowing her sweet juices and hot, salty cum. "With saffron risotto." He could hear her trying to keep her voice calm, even as she ground her crotch against his face. "And my boyfriend--" Dipper cut her off with a swirl of his tongue, and he could hear her stifle a moan. Her thighs squeezed his head, and he wondered if she would give the game away. Finally, she forced out, "will ha~ave, the shark fin soup."
The waiter stepped out through the door, and Dipper heard it click shut behind him. Pacifica moaned in ecstasy, and her whole body began to shudder. Dipper's penis strained against its cage as she ground his face against her hot, sopping-wet pussy. Her whole body seemed to shake around him and he struggled to breath. Finally, she released him.
A few weeks later, a package arrived in the mail. His sister left to visit friends, and he opened it to find a new flash drive. He plugged it into his computer, opened it, copied the files into a hidden folder on his desktop, then added the flash drive to his growing collection. He made sure the door was locked, then opened the files. No instructions, just a single video. He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his knees, then pressed play.
The camera was partially obscured by steam, but he could make out Pacifica's round, plump body. She was in a shower, rinsing off soap as she ran her hands down her curves. She had more tattoos now, lewd invitations for black bulls. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts against the glass, leaving a streak in the condensation as she bent over and grinned devilishly for the camera.
Pacifica winked at the camera. A moment later, a black hand slapped her ass, making her juicy ass and thigh jiggle. Dipper watched Tambry's black bull step into frame. He could barely see through the condensation on the camera, but he could hear Pacifica's excited giggle and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. She was suddenly pushed up against the glass. The man slowly slid his cock inside her, and she moaned and shuddered in ecstasy as her hands gripped the glass.
The video suddenly cut out. Dipper tugged on his caged penis until it began to throb in his cage. He imagined Pacifica getting bred by hot, black cock in the shower, the water washing away their sweat as he plunged into her again and again. Dipper's penis began to dribble cum as he moaned in orgasmic pleasure. He melted in the chair.
His phone beeped, and he picked it up. An unknown number. He opened the text. "It was absolutely worth it." After a moment, an image appeared. A pussy, stretched out and gushing cum as water dripped around it. He could see a small spade tattoo on the thigh, a few inches from her pussy. Another text. "I love feeling your tongue on my sore, aching pussy. Mistress Tambry promised she'll let you lick me clean again soon."
Mabel tried to upload her comic, only to discover the internet had cut out again. She groaned in frustration. Her commission was due yesterday!
She allowed her mind to wander until she was struck by inspiration. She could use the library computers. She grabbed one of her brother's flash drives and copied her comic onto it. She went to pull the flash drive out, then stopped. Instead, she opened one of the files her brother had left on the flash drive.
"Hey Mabel, open up!" She snapped out of her stupor and looked over at the door. Thankfully, it was locked, but why was her brother home so early? Her room was cast in a delightful orange light, and she realized the sun was already setting. It had been morning just a bit ago, hadn't it?
She shook off her stupor and took stock of her situation. She really had just spent the whole day masturbating to her brother's collection. Pictures and videos of the people in her life being humiliated and fucked by big, black cocks. Her coworkers at the Mystery Shack, her friends in town, even her own brother. Most of the clips had all been edited, showing only a few minutes at a time and with everything but those big, powerful black bodies censored. Somehow, that had only made it even sexier for her.
"Are you in there Mabel?"
Her brother's voice, and the sound of the doorknob rattling, brought her back to her senses. She stopped masturbating and yelled out, "Just a second!" She quickly cleaned up the mess she had created, stuffing her sex toys beneath her bed and the flashdrives on her brother's desk, and lit some incense to mask the stench of sex.
"Took you long enough," Dipper complained. She wanted to chastise him for not getting his own damn place. However, as Dipper told her all about his day at the university, she found her eyes drifting to his lips, imagining them wrapped around a black cock. Her mind wandered, as she imagined a black bull grabbing the back of his head and slamming that massive meat stick down his throat until her brother was gagging and squirming for air. Her brother's penis strained against its cute little cage, his body burning with a desire he couldn't fulfill. Her own body burned with desire, desires she knew she couldn't fulfill. Unless...
Some of the notes had mentioned a Mistress Tambry. Once Dipper was asleep, she sent Tambry a text.
The package arrived just after Dipper had left for work. Mabel supposed she shouldn't be too surprised that Tambry knew her brother's schedule so closely, but it was still rather unnerving. She carried it to their room and locked the door.
These instructions were ridiculous! She boxed it all back up and stuffed it under her bed.
A few hours later, she pulled the package back out from under her bed. Her mind was screaming for her to stop, but her heart was pounding with excitement and her pussy was burning with lust. The outfit was a perfect fit, snug enough to make her curves pop, but not too tight to be comfortable. She was even more unnerved now.
She looked in the mirror and couldn't help but laugh. She was wearing what was ostensibly a schoolgirl uniform, like in her brother's animes, but no school would allow their students to wear something so revealing. Her crotch hung out from under the skirt no matter how many times she tugged her hem, and the only thing hiding her midriff was a pair of suspenders connecting her skirt to her bra. Besides, the collar had such an overwrought design.
She turned on the video camera and splayed her legs just as the instructions had laid out. She slipped her fingers underneath her skirt and spread her pussy for the camera, and she could feel how wet she was. She double-checked the red recording light on the camera, then took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She recited, "Hello everyone. I am Mabel Pines, and I am willing to do anything to watch my brother get fucked by big, black cocks."
She then lay back on his bed and began to tease herself for the camera. Her fingers brushed against her clitoris, and she gasped in surprise as a wave of pleasure shot up her spine. She had played with herself before, had done so a lot, but it had never felt this wonderful before. By the time her finger slipped inside her, she had already gripped the sheets with her other hand. No man had ever made her feel this wonderful before. The idea of Mistress Tambry editing the film, censoring it and cutting it short, then sending it out to her loyal servants, drove her to wild heights of pleasure. Her whole body shuddered, and she clamped her hand over her mouth to make sure nobody could hear her screams of ecstasy.
A few weeks later, she learned her brother was going to be away for the weekend. Oddly, Mistress Tambry had been the one to tell her, not her brother. Still, she wasn't going to complain about having a weekend all to herself. She opened the door to their room and stopped in her tracks.
Three naked men were lounging on her brother's bed. Two were theoretically attractive, she supposed, although there was something sad about watching two white boys who had so obviously put so much effort into making themselves look masculine. Her heart fluttered to see that they were locked away in tight little cages, and their faces betrayed their nervous excitement.
However, her eyes were drawn to the muscular black man. He was stronger and larger than either of the white men, but his muscles were still well toned. He carried himself with confidence. His cock hung freely between his legs, large as a mule. He stood up and walked over to her, and she realized her heart was pounding in her chest. He pulled her tight, gripping her by the ass and lifting her up onto the tips of her toes. He closed the door and pinned her against it, then leaned in. She closed her eyes as their lips pressed together. She reveled in kissing this beautiful stranger as her arms ran down his powerful back and squeezed his tight ass.
He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He carried her effortlessly onto the bed, then sat on the edge of the bed. He whispered into her ear, "Mistress Tambry sent me here to help paint you white with cum. These boys are here to help, but they can entertain themselves. Now, smile for the camera."
He suddenly spun her around, and she saw the camera was already set up and recording. The black man tore her sweater open, allowing her breasts to pop out freely. The white boys flanked her and unlocked their cages, beginning to stroke themselves to her beauty.
She pulled her skirt down and kicked it off. Fortunately, she wasn't wearing any underwear, so there was nothing to prevent her from feeling the black bull's cock rubbing against her pussy. She shuddered in delight as she grinded her crotch against his massive, throbbing cock.
The man lifted her legs up with his hands and spread them apart. She felt his hot, hard cock pressing against her pussy, and tried to relax. The two white men furiously masturbated on either side of her face, and one even reached out and nervously placed his hand on her hair. She supposed it was harmless, but warned them, "Don't get any ideas."
The black cock suddenly slipped inside her. She felt it slowly sliding inside her pussy, and felt her body shuddering in ecstacy. She moaned for the camera, and then found herself moaning in genuine pleasure. His cock slid so deep inside her, deeper than even her largest toys, and stretched her to her breaking point. He began to thrust up into her, and she moaned and gasped in ecstacy. Her breasts bounced up and down with each thrust, and she reached up to grope herself for the camera. Soon, she was drooling and her head was rolling back, each thrust of his cock driving a spike of pleasure up her spine.
She suddenly felt a hot, sticky liquid splash against her face, and then another splash. She realized the white boys were cumming for her while she was riding a real cock, and the idea made her even hotter. Her whole body felt like it was burning, and she gasped as her body shuddered and tightened around the cock inside her.
Hour after hour, she made love with this beautiful black bull while the white boys did their best to cover her in cum. After the first few orgasms, the white boys were emptied out. Her black bull, however, filled her holes with load after load hot, virile cum. She could feel cum dripping out of her, and knew that she had to be pregnant with his child. Still, he thrust into her again and again, until she felt her whole world was nothing but black cocks and hot, delicious cum.
Finally, however, the day ended. The white boys locked themselves up while the black man packed up his camera. They left her, drenched in sweat and cum, and she drifted off to sleep. The next morning, she washed herself clean, although she took time to please herself with the shower head. She considered cleaning off her brother's sheets, but decided it would be hotter to leave them crusty with cum and reeking of sex.
Her brother came home late at night. He was already exhausted and fell straight into his bed. However, his phone beeped a minute later, and he raised his head to look at it. She suddenly heard the sounds of sex coming through his tinny phone speaker, and looked over at him. He was grinding his hips against his sheets, desperate for release through his cage. She could hear her own voice moaning in ecstasy from his phone. She slipped her hand into her pajamas and began to masterbate as she watched her brother desperately thrusting against his bed, as he watched her get bred by a big black cock.
Their moans filled the room. She climbed out of her bed and onto his. He pulled her in tight against him and ground his caged penis up against her crotch. She ground her pussy against his thigh, and pulled him into a kiss. He was desperately passionate, and she could feel him shuddering underneath her. He suddenly broke their kiss and brought his lips down. He kissed her nipple, then began to suck on it as he groped her other breast. Her fingers dug into his back as she orgasmed against his shaking leg, her body shuddering against his.
She didn't mention the camera hidden behind the books on his shelf.
Things hadn't always been this complicated. Back when it had been just her, her bull, and her best friend Wendy, she could keep everything organized with a few text chains. Now, she had to waste money on employee management software just to keep track of all her sub's unique schedules and needs.
She put the finishing touches on her schedule and lay back on her bed. She still had videos to censor and packages to pack, but at least she was finished with her schedule. Maybe she should hire an assistant.
She frowned as she looked over the schedule, flipping through week by week. It would be another month until she and her bull would be able to spend some personal time together. God, she needed to feel him inside her again. Her body burned with desire, and she wanted to forget about this whole business and take him away for a week in the Bahamas.
She slipped out of her pants and pulled her shirt up. She pulled her panties down and off one leg. She leaned back, checking herself out in the mirror, and was satisfied with what she saw. She pulled up her phone and snapped a picture. She looked at it, and realized she looked more tired than sexy.
She went to delete it, when she felt a rush of inspiration. She pulled up her schedule and began shifting things around. She censored her selfie and sent it out to her subs, then sent them an invitation. She knew, of course, that none of them would refuse. Finally, she purchased tickets to the Bahamas and a week's reservation in the finest hotel she could find.
As an afterthought, she ordered a new bikini for her bull to tear off her body before slamming his massive black cock deep inside her aching, hungry pussy. She let her fingers drift down to her pussy, and began to tease herself as her mind wandered. In just two weeks, the two of them would have a week together to make love. She imagined his cock plunging into her as she slid fingers in and out of her aching pussy. His throbbing cock would fill her with cum, until she was pregnant with his child. She felt heat gathering inside her, and was ready to let it out. Night after night together, his hot, hard cock plunging into her and her alone. She brought herself over the edge of orgasm, moaning as her body shuddered at her touch.
As she showered the sweat off her body, she realized her mistake. How the hell was she supposed to host a black cock orgy with only her bull's cock? Worse, she had already sent out the invitations. Giving her subs the impression of infallibility was an important element of her mystique. How the hell was she supposed to get enough black cocks to satisfy all her subs in two weeks? She had just put her entire erotic empire at risk on a whim, and she could feel it crumbling around her. She was fucked!
Well, she supposed, there was one thing she could try...
The two men followed a few steps behind her as she walked through the warehouse, the click of her heels and the shuffling of their sneakers the only sounds above the whisper of distant traffic. She could feel their stares on her back, and pulled down the hem of her skirt.
They approached an unmarked door, and one of the men stepped forward to open it. When the door swung open, she was struck by the scent of cinnamon and citrus. She stepped onto a plush orange carpet and took in the man sitting in what could only be called a throne. He was wearing a well-tailored suit, but she could make out broad shoulders, thick arms, and tree-trunk legs. His skin was a deep, rich black, and his voice a deep, rich baritone. "We don't normally offer meetings to everyone who asks for one." He sipped out of a whiskey glass and allowed the point to hang in the air for a moment. "However, not everyone is Mistress Tambry."
She had to consider her words carefully here, she knew, so she took a moment to consider. She decided that the best course of action would be direct honesty, with a sprinkling of flattery. "Well, not every gang is the Golden Kings. I am throwing an orgy, and I need at least 20 black men who are willing to fuck a bunch of white subs."
He shifted in his throne and leaned forward. She could see the bulge growing in his pants, just as she'd expected. "Well, I have plenty of black men to spare, and plenty of them would jump at the opportunity..."
She opened her purse and pulled out a bundle of tightly-bound cash. "Twenty thousand, cash."
He leaned back and said, "Interesting, but I actually had something else in mind." He reached down to his crotch and began to unbuckle his pants. Tambry had actually expected this, but did her best to act shocked. She glanced back and saw the door had, in fact, been shut behind her. When he pulled out his cock, she stepped back in genuine shock. She was used to seeing black cocks, but his was truly massive.
She forgot about her pretend defiance and dropped to her knees in front of him. She could smell musk and sweat radiating from his hairy crotch, mixing with the delicate scents he used to decorate the room. She ran her tongue up his shaft, and found it sweaty and earthy to the taste. When she pulled back his foreskin, she saw flakes of filth around the head of his cock. She ran her tongue around the edge of his cock, and found the filth tasted like strong cheese. She fought back the urge to gag in disgust, and reminded herself that this would all be worth it.
She felt his hands on the back of her head, and his cock suddenly slammed back into the back of her throat. She panicked for a moment, then relaxed her throat and allowed him to slam her head down. He wrapped his fingers around her hair and slammed her up and down until she was choking on saliva. Finally, he released her hair, but she knew what he wanted. She pressed her head down until her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, moving her lips and tongue in quick concert to pull moans out of him.
She was surprised how much endurance she had. Even when she was deepthroating him and massaging his balls with her hands, he kept thrusting up into her face. His pubes stuck to her lipstick and poked her nose, and the scent was growing unbearable. Still, she knew that she had to keep him entertained to save her entire operation.
Finally, thankfully, he grunted and his cock throbbed in her mouth. She felt like each throb of his cock might break her sore jaw, and his cum was hot and thick as it pumped into her stomach. Her stomach felt bloated, and yet when he pulled his cock out of her throat he still had a few ropes to paint her face.
She started to stand up, but staggered and had to catch herself against his chest. She apologized and stood up, then tried her best to regain composure. Without wiping the cum off her face, she turned to walk away. She looked back at him and told him, "I expect your men at my orgy." He smiled at her.
Tambry's bull thrust his cock deep inside her pussy, each thrust pressing her against the bannister. She softly moaned and shuddered as pleasure shot up her spine. She fought to regain her composure and look over the orgy below. All her subs in one place, moaning and screaming in pleasure as they were pinned down and fucked by black gangsters.
She could see sweet Dipper pinned between a pair of black studs. He was suspended between them. The tips of his toes floated a few inches off the ground, his weight carried by their cocks as they slammed deep into his sissy holes. She could hear his slutty moans, even as he gagged on the cock getting rammed down his throat. She had seen a puddle of cum on the ground underneath him a few hours ago, and the idea of his pathetic caged clitty impotently throbbing in his cage as the cocks inside him forced out dry orgasms again and again made her so excited. He was a wonderful assistant, and deserved such a wonderful reward, but she would need to put him on ice for a while after tonight.
Pacifica had wasted no time in throwing herself at the gangsters, and they had gladly returned her enthusiasm. She had been surrounded by five or six men all night long, getting her holes stretched open and flooded with cum while she massaged other cocks with her hands and her breasts. Tambry had overheard her agreeing to allow the gang to use her family's influence to help expand their operations into Gravity Falls. Tambry would have to make sure she stayed in the Golden Kings' favor, lest they start messing with her operations. The idea of sucking off black gangsters, however, brought a blush of excitement to her face.
Mabel was already quite pregnant, but Tambry could see she was stroking the cock of one of the gangsters. The gangster seemed exhausted, and Mabel's motions seemed closer to a massage than an erotic act. Mabel had surprisingly become a first class sex addict, and Tambry made a mental note to test her willingness to get pimped out.
Tambry felt her bull's cock throbbing inside her, and she was suddenly pushed over the edge of orgasm. It was a gentle, relaxing orgasm. She felt her muscles tighten around his cock, milking him as he pumped her full of cum. However, the rest of her seemed to melt, and she closed her eyes and allowed pleasure to wash through her mind. Her stress seemed to fade away as the two of them came together.
She stood up and pulled herself off his cock. She could feel his hot, virile cum dripping down her thighs as she pulled him in for a kiss. That's when she heard Wendy, her dear friend, ask, "Are you ready to go?"
Tambry smiled at Wendy and the boss of the Golden Kings. The two of them were naked, and cum still dripped from Wendy's mussed hair, but other than that they appeared as two souls in the spring of love. Tambry wondered if the two would end up getting married, then glanced over at her own bull. "Yes," Tambry finally answered, "Let's get out of here. We need that week in the Bahamas."