Black Daddy Mike's yellow-skinned green slave

Chapter 1 Black Mike

My name is Sun Zeyuan, I am 23 years old and I just graduated from college last year.

I have a girlfriend who is one year younger than me. She is very cute and beautiful. Her name is Lele. She is a music major. We were in love for four years during college, and each other's families knew about it.

I graduated from the Department of Finance and have good stock trading skills. At the age of 21, I had already earned enough funds from stocks to pay the down payment for a house, so I bought an apartment of more than 100 square meters in my name and Lele's name, and we now live in this apartment. Although the apartment is not big, it is cozy and a safe haven for us.

Lele didn't pay any money, but I wrote her name on the real estate certificate. She couldn't accept it. But I was persuaded by the excuse that as a boy, I should give girls the best living conditions. I even told her jokingly, you are going to be a big singer in the future, will you still be short of this little money? Then I will have to rely on you to take care of me!

I am not exaggerating. Lele is not only cute and beautiful in appearance, but also has strong musical ability. When she was a freshman, she ranked first in the popular singing major and was accepted by the university. She also has strong originality. While studying in university, she participated in the top domestic music program-The Voice of China, and achieved good rankings and popularity.

However, for the sake of our stable life, she chose not to sign a contract with Canxing, so she did not receive subsequent training and exposure. This made me feel guilty for a long time. But Lele didn't pay too much attention. She told me that originality is the real wealth. Her dream is to be like Jay Chou. When she gets old, even if she releases a song four or five years apart, it can be popular all over the world.

I thought our life would go on steadily, but I never thought that the arrival of a black neighbor would turn our life into chaos.

The first time I met him was in the elevator of our community.

When Lele and I finished shopping for groceries and were about to go upstairs to make dinner, a muscular black man walked into the elevator. Yanjing is one of the most developed cities in China. It is not surprising that a black man appears, but he is really the tallest man I have ever seen.

He is almost two meters tall, has strong muscles, and exudes an iron-blooded military aura. Although he was wearing a dirty white vest and torn gray jeans, his eyes were so sharp that people dared not look directly at him. Even at 1.8 meters, I look like a little chicken standing next to him, let alone Lele, who is 1.7 meters tall, and I look like a rag doll next to him.

His skin was very dark, and his body was shiny with sweat. He seemed to have a constitution that sweated easily. When he entered the elevator, the strong body odor permeated the entire elevator, invading Lele's and mine's noses unscrupulously. The smell of sweat was strong, and the stench from our armpits made us uncomfortable. Lele and I looked at each other, and we both saw the disgust in each other's eyes. But we didn't dare to say anything, after all, he looked like he was not easy to mess with at all, like a wild beast that would choose anyone to eat at any time.

The black man looked at the floors we pressed and was slightly startled. Then he glanced at Lele and me without pressing any more floors.

I could feel that he just glanced at me and ignored me. After that, his eyes stayed on Lele. He was looking at my girlfriend Lele carefully, staring at her face, upper body, and even lower body.

I frowned, his gaze was a little too much!

Just when I was about to speak, his eyes looked at my face again. Being stared at by him made me shiver involuntarily, my spine went numb, cold sweat began to secrete from my back, and the words I originally wanted to say came back to my mouth.

I never thought that the distance from the first floor to the ninth floor would be so far.

After finally reaching the floor where Lele and I lived, the black boy walked out of the elevator and walked toward the apartment on the right. It is worth mentioning that Lele and I’s apartment is on the left. There are only two apartments on each floor of this building. In other words, this tall black man may be the neighbor we will face every day in the future.

"It scared me to death! Could he be our neighbor? He looked at me and I didn't dare to speak." After closing the door, Lele said with lingering fear.

Although I was frightened by his eyes and even had cold sweat on my back, as a boy, I couldn't be too timid in front of my girlfriend: "What's this? Isn't it just a strong black man? There's nothing strange about it. Besides, he's dressed in rags, and he doesn't look like someone who can afford an apartment. Maybe he's a worker renovating the apartment opposite."

"But I don't think so. I haven't heard the sound of renovations on the opposite side recently." Lele refuted my point of view.

Lele guessed right. In the next two days, we would often meet this black man when we went up and down the elevator. He was our new neighbor. But because of his iron-bloodedness and indifference, we didn't even have a single conversation.

Finally, the cheerful and outgoing Lele couldn't help it anymore: "I think we need to find a chance to break the ice. Neighborhood is still very important. Think about it, even if it's only one month or two, will you have to be so embarrassed to take the elevator with him in the next few years, or even more than ten years?"

I admit, I was moved by Lele's words, so we walked to the opposite side and knocked on his door.

Sure enough, it was the black man who opened the door.

He was still wearing a blackened white vest, tattered jeans and sneakers that he had worn for an unknown period of time. Through the crack in the door, you can see that his room is not decorated at all, and it seems that he just bought it not long ago.

"HELLO, NICE TO MEET YOU..."

I was about to communicate in English, but the black man interrupted me and said with a very pure Yanjing accent: "Speak in Chinese, I understand."

"Hello, I'm your neighbor across the street. Come and say hello. My name is Sun Zeyuan, and this is my girlfriend. Her name is Lele. Please give me your advice in the future." I was a little embarrassed, so I stretched out my hand and tried to show a friendly expression to the black man.

"Lele... the name is quite nice." The black man looked at Lele's body with his eyes as he did the first time he met us. Then he held my hand tightly and said expressionlessly: "My name is Mike."

I felt a powerful force coming from my hand. That overbearing force made it impossible for me to break away. My face turned livid. Just when I couldn't help but scream, he finally let go of my hand.

"Mike, you are really strong..." I tried to joke about it, but he ignored me.

I can see that Lele's expression is a little awkward, and I can tell that she doesn't want to stay here.

"Sun, as you can see, it's hard for me to organize the furniture by myself. Can you help me? Maybe we can have a couple of drinks after finishing it." I didn't expect that it would be Mike who took the initiative to break the ice.

"Of course!" I'm not an unscrupulous person, so I quickly went down the ladder.

"Then you take your time to tidy up. I'll go back and cook dinner first. After finishing the tidying up, you can come over to eat together." Lele also took advantage of the situation.

"Okay! Looking forward to your cooking skills, Lele..." This time I saw Mike smile for the first time, and his big white teeth were very dazzling against the dark face.

After Lele went back to cook, I followed Mike and walked into his apartment.

Chapter 2 Mike’s Deterrence

After walking into the apartment, I saw many large cardboard boxes that were sealed and piled randomly on the ground. At a glance, there were at least seven or eight. Mike really had a lot of things.

"Mike, why don't you renovate it first before moving in?" I pointed to the cement floor and asked with some confusion.

Mike gave me a cold look and said, "There's no place to live!"

The layout of this apartment is similar to mine, about 120 square meters, and the down payment is almost 200,000. I don't believe that a person who can come up with a down payment of 200,000 will have no other place to live.

Mike ignored me who was thinking on the spot and unpacked the box on his own.

To my surprise, what was placed in this big box was actually a brand new leopard print two-seater sofa. If it is placed in a beautifully decorated living room, it will definitely look good, but if it is placed in a cement living room with no decoration, it will look downgraded.

Mike easily lifted one corner of the couch and allowed me to lift the other corner and position it where he wanted. The sofa was heavy, and I couldn't imagine how it was carried up from the elevator, but Mike seemed relaxed. His strong chest muscles, abdominal muscles and biceps are not for show. I feel that even if we arm-wrestle with him, we can't beat him.

In more than an hour, we not only moved out Mike's bed, shelves, tables and other large furniture from a large number of cardboard boxes on the floor, but I also found that many boxes contained unexpected things, which can be roughly divided into two types.

The first type is sports equipment.

Treadmills, ceiling sandbags, weightlifting dumbbells... show that Mike is a person who loves to exercise.

The second type is pornography.

Condoms, airplane cups, pornographic comics...show that he is an uninhibited nymphomaniac.

Exercise and sex, which gave me a new perspective on another side of my black neighbor. What surprised me was that there were almost no electronic devices in his furniture. Maybe this was because his home had not been decorated yet.

What made me a little unhappy was that Mike had no interest in chatting with me at all and kept giving me orders during the entire moving process.

Even though I felt a little unhappy, there was nothing I could do about it. I had already agreed to help him organize the furniture. Besides, this is his home, so it's normal for me to place his belongings according to his wishes.

After moving for about an hour, I was out of breath and sweating profusely. Mike's breathing remained steady, and he couldn't tell that he had moved furniture for nearly two hours. Maybe this was the difference in our physical abilities.

After the items in the last box were placed, I sat down on Mike's new sofa with some weakness in my legs.

A mocking smile appeared on Mike's lips, and he kicked my calf with his sneaker-clad feet: "It's really useless, do you feel tired like this? Yellow-skinned boy, you are very dirty, don't sit on my new sofa. Get up and get me a beer!"

Mike's tone was unmistakable.

I stood up quickly. I know that some people are mysophobic and don't like others touching their things. Maybe Mike is such a person.

I walked to the organized shelves, grabbed two bottles of beer, and walked back to the sofa.

"Did I tell you to get two bottles? I only need one!" Mike yelled.

Damn it, you told me at the door just now that you wanted to have a drink with me after finishing the furniture, why did you go back on your word?

But it is not my thing after all, and I am embarrassed to drink it without his permission. I had to hand one of the beers to Mike and put the other bottle back on the shelf.

I looked at Mike who opened the beer and drank heavily, and swallowed slightly. I was very thirsty and tired.

Since Mike doesn't want me to sit on his sofa or drink his beer, I think he doesn't want to have a deeper communication with me as a neighbor, so I have to leave now to express my attitude.

Just as I was about to leave, Mike burped and put his big feet in sneakers on the table in front of the sofa. A magnetic voice sounded from behind me: "Yellow-skinned boy, come here and take off my sneakers."

I can't believe he would actually say that? Want me to take off his shoes? Who does he think he is?

"What did you say?" I turned my head and looked at him with anger on my face.

Mike narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at me sharply and fiercely without saying a word.

Damn it!

It’s this feeling again!

I felt my spine tingle slightly, and a large amount of cold sweat poured out from my back, once again soaking my sweaty vest. The difference is that before it was hot sweat, now the sweat makes me feel cold.

"Come here, take off my shoes, yellow-skinned boy!" Mike repeated his order in an emotionless tone, just like the tone he used to order me to place items just now.

I subconsciously looked at the dirty sneakers on his feet. They were a pair of white Nike sneakers, but he didn't know how long he had worn them, and the surface had become gray.

I tried to refute, but I found that my vocal cords seemed to be locked and I couldn't make any sound.

I tried to leave, but found myself unable to move.

This huge black boy made me feel a deep sense of fear. I was afraid that my words or my actions would anger him, which would lead to irreversible consequences. But I am also a man with dignity, and I am not willing to help a man take off his shoes.

"Now! Right now!" Mike yelled, and the sound was deafening. I felt like I was blind and deaf for a moment. When I reacted, I found that I had walked to the table and squatted on the ground. In front of me was the pair of Nike sneakers under his feet.

Did I...actually obeyed without knowing it?

I was shocked inside when I realized I was reaching down to untie the laces of his sneakers. I didn't have to help him take off his shoes at all, yes, I was just scared...

Even though I was thinking this, the movements of my hands did not stop at all.

I untied the sneakers on Mike's feet, and then pulled the shoes off his big feet. Mike's feet were really big, and I saw size 50 written on the tongue. The moment I took off his shoes, the extremely strong odor poured into my nose from the collar of his shoes and the blackened white socks he wore, making me almost burst into tears. I tried my best to cover my chest and mouth to prevent myself from spitting out.

After seeing this scene, Mike seemed very happy. This was the second time I saw him smile today. The first time, he showed a smile with big white teeth to my girlfriend Lele.

I reluctantly took off his other sneaker, and the stronger foot odor from his right foot once again entered my nasal cavity, and I felt like I was about to faint.

It stinks! How long has it been since he washed his feet and changed his shoes and socks?

Mike finished his beer and ordered me again, this time asking me to get him another beer.

I was more than willing to obey his orders because it would save me from the smell of his feet.

When I walked to the shelf again, took a bottle of beer and handed it to him, and turned around to leave Mike's apartment, he spoke again: "Yellow boy, where are you going?"

Chapter 3 Master Mike’s undressing service

"Um...I..." I stuttered a bit. I don't know what's wrong with me. I can usually talk to a lot of financial bosses, but now I can't even speak a complete sentence.

Mike stood up and looked down at me with his huge two-meter body, like he was squeezing a little chicken. He grabbed the clothes on my chest with his hands, pulled me into his arms, and put his arms around my shoulders like a good brother.

I smelled the black man's body odor that had permeated the entire elevator. Its source seemed to be in Mike's armpits. I felt that the smell was worse than Mike's feet, which was unacceptable. Being so close to Mike's arms, I could even smell the bad breath and beer coming out of his nose and mouth.

"As you can see, Sun! I am a bully and like to bully others. I spent five years in prison and developed an unusual sexual interest in you yellow boys. The yellow boys in prison know how to please real men better than women. I thought that I would not meet any yellow boys again after leaving prison, but I didn't expect to meet another one!"

What! ? I was shocked.

What surprised me was not his description of the yellow-skinned boy, but a key word - prison. He was actually a prisoner who was released from prison after being imprisoned for five years?

No wonder all his furniture was new, no wonder he had no place to live, there was an explanation for it all. Damn it, I actually provoked a black prisoner who had just been released from prison. No wonder he had an iron-blooded aura and a deadly feeling that sent chills down my spine. I really didn’t want to die!

Mike squeezed my arms hard, brought my nose to his nose only a few centimeters away, and made me look directly at him: "Now, you may consider running away from here, or you may consider fighting back against me. I assure you, none of this will work. Unless you want to be beaten by me, you'd better follow my orders! Yellow-skinned boy, do you understand what I mean?"

I felt his threatening eyes and the sharp pain in my shoulder, which made me give up my last resistance. I know he will definitely do what he says.

"Are you willing to obey my orders?" Mike let go of my shoulders and asked.

I nodded and replied weakly: "Yeah." Snap!

A slap hit me on the face, blinding me directly. I felt that the space in my sight was shaking up and down, and my face was burning with pain.

"I can't hear what you're saying clearly." Mike looked down at me condescendingly.

Gulu...

I swallowed and felt a salty taste in my throat. I knew that his gums were bleeding. If I disobey, or yell and fight back, I will really be doomed!

"Mike, no, Master Mike, I am willing to obey your orders!" I gritted my teeth and said in humiliation.

Mike nodded, like a father praising his son, and patted my head with his big hand, with a big smile on his lips: "Not bad, much cuter than before. Come on, take off my clothes."

My eyes widened and I couldn't believe what he said.

He wants me to undress him? Why? Was he trying to seduce me?

No, he just said that he liked women, but he became sexually interested in yellow-skinned boys in prison because he found that they knew how to serve black men like him better than women.

As a straight man, I hate helping another man take off his clothes. What I like is a cute, beautiful, fair and tender Chinese girl like my girlfriend, not a black man like Mike, who is full of male hormones.

But even so, now I have to help him undress according to his orders.

Mike asked me to take off his dirty white vest first. When he raised his hands and asked me to take off the white vest from him, the stench from his armpits made his body odor even stronger. This body odor flooded into my nasal cavity like a virus, causing me to retching again.

I heard Mike scoff.

It was the first time I had looked at a man stronger than me, let alone a black man, so close in real life. Mike's figure is really great, his chest muscles are very strong, and his biceps are also very full. The most praiseworthy thing is his eight-pack chocolate abs. I know that my girlfriend Lele likes men with this kind of body the most.

At first, one of the reasons Lele liked me was because of my chest muscles and six-pack abs, but compared to Mike, my figure was nothing to mention.

I feel a little inferior.

At this point, Mike ordered me to take off his ripped jeans.

The first time I took off Lele's pants, I was happy and excited, like a bull in heat. But the first time I took off the jeans of a black man who was stronger than me, I didn't feel happy at all. Instead, I felt a little humiliated.

Like a servant, I unbuttoned the buttons between Mike's jeans with my hands, then unzipped his zipper with my hands and pulled his jeans off.

Seeing Mike's delay in moving, as a man, I knew what he meant. My face turned a little red from suppressing it, and I knelt on the ground again, gently lifted his right foot, and took off his jeans from his right foot. Then, I lifted his left foot and took off his jeans completely.

Only then did I have time to look at Mike's body again.

I found that Mike seemed to like wearing white clothes very much. His vest and sneakers were white. Now Mike only wore a pair of dirty underwear and black socks on his feet. The original color was also white.

The top of the white underwear was stained with yellow urine. I could see the outline of Mike's cock through it. He was half erect in his pants. Even though I couldn't see clearly through the underwear now, I could feel its size. Of course, it also smelled amazing, and even through my underwear, the smell flooded into my nostrils.

The smell of his private parts was very fishy. However, due to inhaling the smell and looking at the other man's naked body and cock, my cock actually had a slight reaction and became slightly hard.

I was shocked. Even when I helped Lele clean her body, I asked her to wash her thoroughly. How could she react at this time?

"Sun, I need you to sit on the floor and massage my feet after a hard day's work while I'm drinking." Mike was wearing only a pair of dirty yellow underwear, sitting carelessly on the sofa, and his tone was unquestionable.

Chapter 4 Master Mike’s Foot Massage

I gritted my teeth and wanted to retort loudly, but the words came out softly from my mouth: "I, I'm about to go back. I'm a little worried that Lele will be busy in the kitchen alone. I'm not good at foot massage. If...if you need a foot massage, I can take you to the foot spa shop downstairs after dinner."

I stole a glance at Mike, whose expression turned serious, and quickly continued: "My treat!"

"Hmph!" Mike sneered, stood up, and kicked me in the stomach. I flew two or three meters away, and my back hit an undecorated cement wall. Then, a big black foot with white socks stepped on my chest, and the strong smell of Mike's feet rushed into my nose.

"Damn yellow-skinned bitch, do you think I'm short of that little money? I just want you now! Right now! Sit in front of the sofa, hold my feet on your thighs, and massage my feet. Do you understand? Or do you want to be trampled to death by me now?" Mike stepped on my chest, looking down at me with his two-meter-high body, and said coldly.

Even though my mind was full of thoughts of rejection, I couldn't say no more when I thought about Mike's background as a prisoner who had been in prison for five years, and his unusually muscular body.

"Cough..." Because my chest was stepped on by Mike's big foot, I couldn't help but let out a slight cough. I gritted my teeth and said some humiliating words weakly: "Yes...I'm sorry, Mike...Master, I understand. I'll just give you a massage. Please move your feet away, I feel so uncomfortable."

"Hmph!" As if he heard my surrender, Mike snorted coldly, walked back to the sofa again, slumped down on the leopard print sofa in a carefree posture, spread his hands on the top of the sofa, crossed his legs, and waited for my move.

I clutched my chest, stood up slowly, glanced at the door, suppressed my urge to run away, walked to the sofa step by step, and sat down at Mike's feet.

"Shh!" Mike whistled, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but he didn't speak, as if he was waiting for me to give him a foot massage.

I understand his bad taste. I have watched many TV series. In those prisons, inmates with backgrounds and power like to bully other inmates in the prison.

"Master Mike, please let me massage your feet." I whispered. I felt that my face must have been red to the roots of my ears at this moment. I have never done such a despicable thing.

"Of course! Yellow-skinned bitch, your black daddy will fulfill your trivial little wish." Mike raised his crossed leg and placed it on my already prepared thigh. I could feel his toes slightly touching the non-erected cock under my crotch.

Black daddy? This is the first time I heard this word, which makes me a little strange.

But I didn't think too much, because at this moment, I just wanted to end this humiliating foot massage as soon as possible. I even prayed in my heart that Lele would finish cooking dinner quickly and come knock on the door to end this vulgar farce.

I had no experience in foot massage at all, so I could only hold Mike's size 50 left foot with both hands, imitate the waiters in those foot bath shops, endure the stench that almost made me cry, and rub the sole of his foot bit by bit with my thumb.

Mike didn't speak, he just held the back of his head, lay comfortably on the leopard print sofa, and closed his eyes slightly. I knew that this was the greatest recognition for me. He did not continue to reprimand or order me, which meant that my foot massage might satisfy him.

As time went by, I became more and more certain of my suspicions. At this time, I actually felt a little proud. Although it was my first time to give someone a foot massage, looking at Mike, I seemed to enjoy it very much. Maybe I do have a talent for massage. I'll try giving Lele a massage next time I have a chance.

After massaging Mike's left foot for about ten minutes, I felt that my hand was already a little numb. The smell of Mike's foot in front of my nose was still so strong that I even heard a slight hum from Mike's nose.

Damn it!

This guy, I worked so hard to give you a foot massage, but you fell asleep comfortably?

Even though I was filled with anger, I still didn't dare to stop my actions. I knew that if I woke Mike up right now, I would probably get punched and kicked by him.

I sighed with resignation, gently put his left foot back on my thigh that was sitting cross-legged on the ground, then gently picked up his right foot, and rubbed the sole of his foot with my thumb. I have to say that the smell of my right foot was stronger than that of my left foot, which made me uncontrollably shed tears from the corners of my eyes.

It stinks!

Why are Mike's feet so smelly?

Although I know that the body odor of black people is generally stronger than that of Asians, it is really the first time in my life that the smell of feet is so strong. I feel that after today, I never want to smell this smell again in my life.

As I continued to hold Mike's feet with both hands and massage the soles of Mike's feet back and forth with my thumbs, I felt Mike's left foot shaking slightly on my thigh.

I know that many people have the habit of shaking their legs, but this was my first experience of having a black man step on my thigh and shake their legs. As I said before, I was afraid of waking Mike and didn't dare to put his feet on the ground, so I could only let his feet shake gently on my thighs.

As the shaking became larger, something unbelievable happened. Maybe it was because the source of the shaking was my thigh, but my cock slowly became hard from a weak state. Even though my cock was small compared to Mike, it still made a small bulge in my crotch.

I felt like my face was very red. It was so embarrassing. Mike just put one foot on my thigh and shook his leg slightly, but it actually caused a physiological reaction in my lower body. I don’t know if it was my imagination, but as my cock hardened to a firm state, I even felt that the smell of feet in front of my nose was not as unacceptable as it was at first.

Bastard!

Is this what the upper brain of sperm feels like?

Just as I was holding a big bag on my crotch through my pants and shamelessly continuing to massage the soles, insteps and toes of Mike's feet with my hands, a knock on the door brought me back to reality.

"Zeyuan, Mike, please clean up. It's almost time for dinner." Lele's voice came from the door. I felt that this was my salvation.

"Okay! We'll come right away!" I responded without hesitation.

At this moment, I felt a sharp pain in my crotch, which was so painful that it hurt my bone marrow. My dick suddenly changed from an erect state to a weak state.

Mike! This bastard!

He kicked my lower body hard with his foot, and I felt extremely intense pain in my entire lower body. I was even paralyzed by the pain for a moment and almost lost consciousness.

"Ah..." I gritted my teeth and lay on the ground, covering my crotch. I could feel my face flushing extremely red, my eyes even turning bloodshot, and I stared at the initiator of the incident - the black man Mike - with great anger.

The next second, there was another hard kick on my chest. Then, my vision dimmed and a familiar stench poured into my nostrils. Only then did I realize that Mike actually stepped on my face with his blackened white socks, and used the soles of his feet to crush my face, nose, eyes and mouth, just like stepping on a humble maggot that was dying, without any hesitation or pity.

Chapter 5 Master Mike’s thick phlegm

"You disgusting yellow-skinned maggot, you actually dare to use your despicable little dick to desecrate your black daddy's big feet. Are you tired of living?" Mike's words reached my ears.

I realized that Mike might have misunderstood!

He thought I was pushing my dick against his feet to get my arousal out, but in fact, the erection in my dick was caused by Mike's unconscious foot shaking in his sleep.

I wanted to avenge my little brother who was kicked, and I wanted to explain, but I found that I couldn't speak out. The only sound that came out from the soles of Mike's feet was three weak words: "Yes...I'm sorry..."

I realized something was definitely wrong with me.

Normally, I am not just a rookie in the stock market. I can easily control any situation in terms of eloquence and communication. But at this time, my mind went blank. The smell of Mike's feet filled my nostrils. My lower body was numb and I had no feeling. I subconsciously kept apologizing to the black man who stepped on my face.

"Bah!" I felt the big foot on my face being removed, and a ball of thick phlegm was spat on my face. I could feel it slowly flowing from my cheeks to my nose and lips. The thick yellow phlegm with Mike's bad breath was disgusting, but at this moment I didn't dare to wipe it with my hands for fear of further irritating the black man in front of me.

"Now! Eat every drop of the phlegm I spat on your face, and forget about it." Mike ordered condescendingly.

Gulu...

I never imagined that one day I would actually have to swallow the thick phlegm of another man, or the thick yellow phlegm that a black man had just spit out, with bad breath and body temperature. But I had no choice but to obey Mike. The pain in my lower body made me miserable.

I used my fingers to pick up the yellow thick phlegm on my face bit by bit, frowned, closed my eyes, stuffed it into my mouth in one breath, and then swallowed it in a hurry, because I didn't want to taste any of it. I knew that Mike's order was to be exact. I could only continue to scrape the yellow phlegm from my face with my fingers, put it into my mouth again and again, and swallow Mike's thick phlegm into my stomach.

"Haha! A bitch is a bitch, it's so funny!" Mike's laughter made me slightly relieved, at least he was no longer angry about my blasphemous erection.

However, the bad breath and sticky taste in my throat always reminded me that I had swallowed every drop of the thick yellow phlegm spit out by the two-meter-tall black man in front of me into my stomach.

"Let's go, bitch, go try the dinner made by my lovely Lele." After Mike said that, he stepped on a pair of slippers on his big feet wearing white socks, opened the door, and walked towards my house.

Your Lele?

Bah!

Lele is my girlfriend, she will never be your thing in her life.

I straightened my clothes, rubbed my face and sore lower body, and hurriedly chased after him.

The dinner went surprisingly smoothly, and Mike kept praising Lele's cooking skills throughout the whole process. Not only that, he also ate five bowls of rice and so many vegetables that I even felt like I wasn’t full.

"Mike, I didn't expect you to be so good at eating! I'll cook more next time!" Lele looked at the cleared table and smiled. She didn't like to waste food, and being able to finish all the dishes she cooked was a compliment to her cooking skills.

"It's okay. I'm almost full. This amount is enough." Mike picked his teeth with a toothpick in one hand and touched his stomach with the other, with a satisfied smile on his face: "Lele, if you can make such delicious dishes, you will definitely be a qualified housewife in the future. Isn't there an old saying in China? If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach. Now you have captured my stomach."

Listening to Mike joking with Lele, I felt unbelievable.

Is this still the rude, violent, macho black prisoner who looked down at me and ordered me just now? His attitude towards me and his attitude towards Lele are simply two extremes.

After sending Mike away, Lele said to me while washing the dishes: "Mike doesn't seem as difficult to get in touch with when we first met him. When we chatted with him, I found that he has a good personality."

I wanted to tell Lele what had just happened in Mike's room, but then I thought of how humiliated and degraded I was as a man in front of Mike, so I had to take back the words I was about to say.

"Don't be fooled by his appearance. He looks like a prisoner who came out of prison. His furniture is brand new, but he has no money to renovate his own house. He must have borrowed a loan shark." I could only use this method to tell Lele the information I knew about Mike.

Lele couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, what you said sounds like jealousy? It seems that you still don't like him. Is it because he ate too much and you didn't have enough for dinner, so you lost your temper? I see that you ate much less than usual tonight. It's okay. I'll cook you some midnight snacks later."

I don’t know how to explain it to Lele yet, because if I continue to talk about Mike, it will definitely expose the humiliation of being beaten, trampled on, and even stripped and massaged by Mike in Mike’s room. Maybe it’s my dignity as a man. I don’t want my Lele to know these things.

Later I realized that maybe my stupid decision on the first day led to everything that happened later.

The next morning, Lele went to work early as usual, while I sat in front of the computer at nine o'clock on time and started precise stock trading every day. As I said before, this is my major in college and I am very good at the stock market. This is my job and the source of the funds for this house.

Until three o'clock in the afternoon, after the stock market closed, I looked at the red numbers on the computer and a satisfied smile appeared on my lips. Today's market was good and I earned almost 15 points.

I looked at my phone and saw that Lele had already sent me the groceries I wanted to buy tonight.

Lele usually doesn’t get off work until five in the afternoon. After graduating from college this year, her current job is the now popular Douyin live broadcast. Of course, the content of her performance is singing. After all, she graduated with a major in pop singing. With the popularity gained from The Voice of China, her live broadcast room data has always been very good. In order to package her, the company prepared a whole team for her, including makeup artists, copywriters, photographers, etc...

From three o'clock to five o'clock, I will be responsible for buying food for tonight's dinner and cooking the rice. When Lele comes back after five o'clock, she only needs to stir-fry. We like this warm little life very much.

After buying Lele's designated dishes, I couldn't help but drool just thinking about tonight's braised beef noodles. The braised beef noodles made by Lele is my favorite dish. In addition to fresh beef, it also contains coriander, bean sprouts, green onions, bean paste and sweet noodle sauce. The taste is simply out of this world.

Chapter Six: Master Mike’s armpits are stuffy (Part 1)

I couldn't help but recall what Mike said yesterday. Maybe it was because of this dish that Lele completely captured my stomach in the first place, thus firming up my desire to live with her for the rest of my life. After all, at that time, I was considered a popular figure in the university with my handsome appearance, professional skills and various awards. Among the girls who had a crush on me, many had better conditions than Lele. There was even a rich girl with a net worth of hundreds of millions who was driven around by her bodyguard in a Porsche every day. She wanted to be with me, but I rejected her.

When I got on the elevator and pressed my floor, a pair of big black hands stopped the elevator door from closing. Immediately afterwards, a strong, domineering and familiar body odor poured into the elevator. Even though I didn't see him, his name - Mike - had already appeared in my mind.

"What a coincidence that I saw you as soon as I got off work! Yellow-skinned bitch." Mike greeted me with a smile, but what he said was the most vulgar language.

I didn't speak, I didn't even want to make eye contact with him. I just took a half step back and put my back closer to the corner of the elevator, which made me feel safer. I just wish the elevator would go faster and reach the ninth floor quickly, allowing me to return to my room.

"Hey, I'm calling you!" Like a close friend, Mike put his arm on my shoulders, and then with a force, he clamped the back of my head with his armpits, causing my ears and face to slightly collide with his strong chest muscles.

Even though I am 1.8 meters tall, which is relatively tall among Chinese people, in front of Mike, a black man who is nearly 2 meters tall, my head only reaches the height of his chest. I don't know if it was because I was closer to his body, but I felt that the smell of sweat and stench from his body was even stronger, pouring into my nasal cavity desperately, making me feel nauseous and my mind became dizzy at the same time.

"What's the matter?" I tried to open his thick arms with my hands, but even if I tried my best, I couldn't break free from his restraints. His arms were like iron pillars, and my neck was still wrapped under his armpits.

"I've been working all day, and my whole body is sweaty and very hot. Take me to your house to sit for a while. You know, my house has not been renovated yet, unlike your house which has central air conditioning." Mike's tone was not a question at all, it was still an order to me.

"Go...go back to your own room, I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore." The elevator door opened, I said this and followed Mike out of the elevator. But I realized I had no confidence at all, and my lips were trembling.

Sure enough, the next second, a thick fist hit my stomach. The intense pain made me almost vomit out everything I had eaten for lunch.

"Yellow-skinned bitch, this is not a question to you, this is an order from me, do you understand?" Mike picked up my face with his arms, and at the door of my house, he spat on my face again.

"Old rule, take the phlegm off your face and eat every drop of it into your mouth. This is considered as the extra air-conditioning electricity bill I paid for you." Mike looked at me under his arm with a fierce look.

I was shaking. I knew that it was useless to reason with this black prisoner who came out of prison. The only thing I could do now was to escape from the restraints under his arms and try to find a chance to fight back.

It really stinks!

I felt sticky sweat on the back of my neck. I knew it was the smelly sweat from Mike's armpits. He was right, he was hot and sweaty. Although the smell was not as bad as when I pressed Mike's feet yesterday, it was still beyond my tolerance limit.

With no choice, I scraped the yellow phlegm off my face with my fingers again and put it into my mouth again and again until I had eaten all the yellow phlegm on my face that smelled of Mike's bad breath.

After opening the door, I started the central air conditioner. I held the dishes in my hand, pointed to the living room, and said to Mike: "If you want to turn on the air conditioner, go sit on the sofa. I want to put the dishes in the kitchen."

Mike curled his lips and said nothing, but took the food in my hand and threw it directly into the sink. Then he held my head under his arms and sat carelessly on the sofa. I could only sit next to him in embarrassment, leaning my head on his strong chest.

I noticed that my lower body seemed to be slightly hard, which was not normal. I like girls, cute, beautiful, fair and tender girls like Lele. But at this time, my lower body actually had a physiological reaction. But I knew that Mike didn’t like to see me get an erection, just like yesterday when I got an erection due to his shaking legs and was kicked hard by him, so I had to suppress my body’s instinctive reaction and use my nose and mouth to inhale the smell of Mike’s armpits, trying to use this gas that made me sick to my stomach to suppress my body’s desire.

"Looking at the way you take in big breaths reminds me of those human electric fans in prisons. It seems that you are also very talented in this area." Mike said some words that I couldn't understand.

Human body fan? What's the meaning? I felt confused.

Mike seemed to realize my question and continued: "There is no electric fan in the prison at all. What should we black dads do if we sweat? I just put you yellow-skinned bastards under your arm and use it as an electric fan. Maybe you don't understand what I said, so why not just let you experience it."

After saying that, Mike grabbed my hair with his other hand and turned my head over. It was the first time I looked at Mike's face so close.

I have to say that Mike's face may be considered relatively handsome among black people, with clear contours and a masculine face, but as I said, this is not my type. He was still wearing the blackened white vest today. When I turned my head, I could see the black armpit hair on his armpits up close and smell the male hormone armpit odor with a light sour smell.

While I was dazed, Mike had already grabbed my head and stuffed my nose and lips into his armpit. I found that the convex part of my nose fit perfectly into the concave part of his armpit. Even though I was blushing and holding my breath, the extremely stinky smell still touched my nostrils and lips.

"The so-called human electric fan is to use the noses and mouths of you yellow-skinned bastards as electric fans to keep our sweaty armpits dry. I will miss this feeling after I am released from prison." Mike looked at me being clamped by his armpits, struggling and holding my breath, and punched me in the stomach again.

"Ah!" I couldn't help shouting, and the holding of my breath ended. The pain in my stomach was so painful that I inhaled the turbid stench from Mike's armpit through my nose and mouth.

"You'd better not stop breathing through your nose and mouth, otherwise I will continue to press the switch of the human electric fan, yes, it's your belly." A smile appeared on the corner of Mike's mouth that made me scared.

Chapter 7 Master Mike’s armpits are stuffy (Part 2)

I shivered all over, the strong pain in my stomach and the malicious smile on Mike's lips made me shiver.

I didn't dare to struggle any more. I opened my mouth and my nose was tightly embedded in Mike's armpit. I inhaled the foul smell of Mike's armpit through my nose and mouth one after another. Maybe it was because the smell was so pungent and strong that tears flowed out of the corners of my eyes uncontrollably.

"Very good, well done. It's a lot cooler. What I said is right! You yellow-skinned bitch is very talented at being a human electric fan." Mike's left hand wrapped around my head, holding me under his armpit, and his right hand stroked the back of my head up and down. It felt like stroking his own pet.

I breathed with my lips tightly pressed against Mike's armpit, unable to speak at all. I could feel the sweat from his armpit entering my mouth through the armpit hair. The salty smell of sweat filled my mouth, and I felt that the smell of Mike's armpit was on my tongue.

The sound of the TV reached my ears, and I knew that Mike started to watch TV. I don't know how long he will hold me under his arm to breathe, but it will certainly not be short.

After breathing for about half an hour, I felt that my entire lungs were filled with the smell of Mike's armpits. I couldn't even tell the difference between the smell of normal air and Mike's armpits. My lips were dry and my tongue was thirsty. Even the sweat dripping from Mike into my mouth through the armpit hair made me feel delicious.

At this time, Mike grabbed my hair again, clamped my head under his right armpit, and once again made my nose fit into his armpit. The armpit hair penetrated my nose and mouth, making me subconsciously swallow the salty sweat produced by his other armpit.

"This feels really good. In the summer, I just need you yellow-skinned bitches to be my armpit electric fans. From now on, I'll leave it to you every day after get off work." Although Mike's words were very polite, to me, they were also unquestionably commanding.

Damn it, I have to end this relationship. Even if I need to call the police, I am ready to teach this black man a big lesson so that he will not dare to provoke me again. But then I thought about it, even if I called the police, he didn't seem to have done anything excessive to me. He might have been released after being locked up for ten days and a half. By then, he will live across from me every day and get along day and night, which will have a great impact on my life and Lele's life.

"You must be very thirsty. Stick out your tongue and lick my armpit hair and lick the sweat off it. It's very delicious for you now." I felt that Mike's voice had a slightly bewitching tone.

Gulu...

In fact, without Mike’s reminder, I was already subconsciously licking the armpit hair in my mouth. I was really thirsty, and the sweat dripping from Mike's armpit hair became the only liquid that could help quench my thirst at this time. I never thought that one day I would be held under another man's armpits and lick his smelly armpit hair with my tongue, just to quench my thirst by drinking some of the sweat secreted from his armpits.

"Fuck, the cold tongue feels really good. Give me a big lick." Mike pressed the back of my head with his other hand, making my nose and mouth stick closer to his armpit, sucking in more armpit hair and smelly sweat.

Breathe in...

Breathe in...

After breathing in the smell of Mike's armpit for another half an hour, my head finally left Mike's armpit. Mike stood up and again ordered me to take off his clothes, just like I had done yesterday in his apartment.

I took off his dirty jeans and white tank top like yesterday, and once again saw Mike's strong chest muscles, chocolate-colored eight-pack abs, and the top of his white underwear that was stained yellow by urine stains.

The difference was that last time his cock in his underwear was only semi-hard, but this time it was completely erect in his underwear, and even the glans broke through the restraints of the underwear and was exposed.

"So big..." I couldn't help but moan.

Mike curled up his lips, looked down at me who was half-kneeling on the ground to help him take off his ripped jeans, and continued: "A dick of more than 20 centimeters is normal for us black people. Of course, you yellow-skinned bastards will never have such a big dick in your life."

I felt humiliated, but I couldn't argue with Mike. He is right. The penis of a yellow race can reach 16 centimeters like mine, which is pretty good. There are not many in Asia that can reach the size of 20 centimeters or more like black men. Whether in ancient times or modern times, the word reproductive worship has always been circulated. Looking at Mike's big cock of more than 20 centimeters in his underwear and the glans that cannot be covered by underwear, my eyes were full of envy.

I don't know what Mike wants me to do, maybe he wants me to give him a blowjob?

Actually, this seems difficult to me. I like women, and giving Mike a blowjob is more unacceptable to me than pressing his feet or burying my head in his smelly armpits. I have never thought about servicing a man. I often give Lele oral sex, but Mike is a man, so this is completely different.

Damn, what was I thinking?

Didn’t I betray Lele by giving Mike a blowjob?

Although I had dated some girlfriends and done many erotic things before I met Lele, since I had Lele, I have never had any desire for other women.

Mike's appearance seemed to arouse my instinctive desire. He is obviously such an annoying, domineering, rude, and macho man, so why does looking at his half-exposed black cock even make my heart beat faster?

"Yellow-skinned bitch, I need you..."

When Mike was mid-sentence, I quickly interrupted him: "No, I can't give you oral sex. I'm not gay. Lele and I are a couple. I can't cheat on her or do anything that's sorry for her."

"Hahaha, oral sex? Are you dreaming? I'm a straight man! I don't like you at all. You are not qualified to give me oral sex." Mike continued: "No wonder you got an erection when you pinched my feet yesterday. You must be a pervert. It's so fucking disgusting."

I was speechless. Mike had no intention of giving me oral sex at all. What on earth was I doing?

"I need you to bathe me with your tongue. I haven't felt a tongue bath for a long time since I was released from prison." Mike paused and continued: "You also know the conditions in prison. You can't take a bath once a week, so we all let the yellow-skinned bitch in the prison bathe us with your tongue. After bathing for a long time, we got used to the feeling of tongue bathing. It is really comfortable and the bath is very clean."

Tongue bath? Tongue bath?

What the hell is that bastard Mike talking about?

What kind of prison is he living in, and why are there so many messy things?

Chapter 8 Master Mike’s Tongue Bath Service (Part 1)

Tongue bath, tongue bath, according to Mike, is to use my tongue to clean his sweaty and smelly body.

Before I met Mike, I would have refused without hesitation. But after these two days of getting along, I know what will happen if I don't act according to Mike's ideas.

Mike didn't speak any more, but just put his thick black fingers to my mouth, indicating that I could lick his body starting from my fingers and use my tongue to bathe him.

Maybe...

It would be easier for me to accept it if Mike asked me to lick his body after taking a shower. After all, he has such a good figure, it’s not a big deal to lick him.

After I expressed my thoughts, Mike frowned: "Yellow-skinned bitch, don't ask me to repeat myself again. I need to use your tongue to take a bath and lick the smelly sweat off my body. Instead of letting you lick my clean and majestic body with your tongue like a pervert like you likes."

I finally got it.

Mike is right, he is not a gay, and what he has done to me these past two days has nothing to do with feelings between men, only the pleasure of domination brought about by using me and degrading me.

I knew that I couldn't refuse Mike's request. It was still an hour before Lele came back. I had to finish this tongue bath before then, otherwise I wouldn't be able to face Lele.

The idea of resisting Mike became less and less in my mind. I knew that I was no match for him. Whether it was strength or speed, this purebred two-meter black man could crush me.

With the first contact between the tip of my tongue and Mike's index finger, I felt a salty taste fill my mouth. I knew it was the sweat from Mike's dirty hands after working at the construction site, but now I licked them into my mouth with my eating mouth and swallowed them, just like I had just swallowed the smelly sweat from Mike's armpit hair that flowed into my mouth.

I could hear a gentle hum from Mike's nose. Even if he didn't speak, I could clearly feel that this was a compliment and appreciation for me, and an inexplicable joy actually rose in my heart.

I subconsciously increased the speed of my tongue licking my fingers, licking all five of Mike's fingers one by one, not even letting go of the sweat in his palms. I found that Mike’s hands were really big, and they had many calluses, large and small, which were proof of the years of hard work they had done.

After I licked the palm of Mike's hand, at Mike's signal, I slowly licked my tongue up Mike's arm. The salty taste of Mike's sweat was still in my mouth, and my nose was filled with Mike's body odor. I never thought that I would bathe a sweaty black man like this, but I had no choice.

After licking both of his arms, Mike asked me to clean his underarms with my tongue again. Yes, before, he locked my neck under his armpit and made me open my mouth to breathe in the stench of his armpit. This time he asked me to take the initiative to bury my head in, lick every hair under his armpits clean little by little with my tongue, and eat all the sweat and stench inside into my stomach.

Fortunately, I had been breathing under his armpits for nearly an hour and was used to the smell. In just ten minutes, I used my tongue to clean every hair on his armpits and put all the taste into my mouth.

Then Mike asked me to lick my tongue down his collarbone, chest muscles, nipples, and abdominal muscles little by little until my tongue licked the hair below his belly button. He then asked me to lick his majestic back and spine.

After it was all over, I found that I had spent half an hour just cleaning up my upper body. Damn it, Lele gets off work in half an hour, I have to speed up the tongue bath.

At this moment, I no longer had the thought of continuing to resist the tongue bath. I just wanted to maintain the dignity of the man and didn't want Lele to know that I had done such a despicable thing to Mike. Whether it was a human body electric fan or a tongue bath, it was difficult for me to face Lele’s pure eyes.

After licking his upper body, Mike stood in front of me, looking down at me on the ground, his yellowed crotch almost touching my face, and continued: "Do you know where you should give me a tongue bath next?"

I gritted my teeth and tried to make the final resistance: "Mike, didn't you say you don't like men? Why do you want me to give you oral sex..."

"Oral sex? Did you misunderstand something? I just asked you to use your tongue to bathe me, including cleaning the sweat secreted from my lower body. This is not considered oral sex at all." Mike said with a proud smile, showing his white teeth.

Damn it, this is sophistry!

But I know that I still have no right to resist him.

Besides, I have to finish this tongue bath as soon as possible. Lele will get off work in half an hour.

I stretched out my hand tremblingly and slowly pulled down Mike's yellowed underwear. A huge black dragon with an erection of more than 20 centimeters appeared in front of me, with the glans almost touching my cheek.

It's so big, it looks twice as big as when I have an erection! Is this really something humans can grow? I've seen a lot of videos, but this is the first time I've seen a dick as big as Mike's. Then, the strong fishy odor of the private parts emanated from the large amount of black pubic hair and poured into my nasal cavity, causing my sense of smell to lose some sense. Mike's scrotum is also very big, and the eggs inside are almost as big as ping pong balls. You can imagine how many descendants of black people are contained in it.

I half-knelt on the ground, staring at his lower body. I admit that I was really surprised by Mike’s reproductive organ. It was simply the perfect male organ that I longed for in my dream. If I had a perfect black cock like Mike, Lele would definitely be so happy.

At this time, Mike spoke: "Listen up, yellow-skinned bitch! I don't want you to treat this as oral sex. All you have to do is use your tongue to clean the sweat on my glans, foreskin, shaft and scrotum, so that my lower body feels fresh and clean."

I felt very sad. On the one hand, I was glad that Mike just used my tongue as a bathing tool, which could not cause me to betray Lele. On the other hand, I hate that I need to use my tongue as a tool for Mike to bathe. He really stinks, his sweat is very salty, and the fishy smell from his private parts is even stronger and pungent.

I hesitated, not knowing what to say.

At this time, Mike took action again. He pulled my face and buried my face in his crotch. Like a towel, he used my face to wipe his smelly pubic hair, wet penis and sticky scrotum. Damn, it really stinks, it's even worse than the smell that Mike stuffed under his arm just now. At least, the smell of the armpits was just a light sour smell mixed with the smell of Mike's sweat, while the smell of the crotch was full of urine, semen, and the smell of sweat that had been stuck in the crotch for a whole day, which was completely different from the smell of the armpits.

Chapter 9 Master Mike’s Tongue Bath Service (Part 2)

After using my face as a washcloth and wiping my crotch for a good two minutes, Mike finally let go of my hair. I could feel that my face, nose and even lips were all filled with the fishy smell of Mike's crotch.

"There are certain things about cleaning my private parts. The first step is to kiss my glans with your lips. Being able to clean a black man's private parts is the greatest honor for you yellow-skinned bitches like you. You have to have the highest respect, understand?" Mike slapped me gently in the face.

My lips trembled, and I slowly leaned forward and kissed his glans with my lips. The touch of his glans is as smooth as silk. If you ignore the smell of urine and sweat on it, I don't even object to continuing to kiss it.

Mike wanted to see me look even more despicable. He moved his body backwards. I felt like a lustful bitch, crawling forward, chasing Mike's cock, and kissing his glans with my lips.

"Well done. When I first saw you, I thought you were a born yellow-skinned bitch. Next, stick out your tongue and clean my balls and scrotum." Mike gave the second order. Kissing the glans was indeed beyond my expectations, but using my tongue to clean the scrotum and huge balls was within my expectations.

I moved my head to a lower position, stuck out my tongue, and licked the lingering smell of sweat on his scrotum. I felt like a dog, cleaning my master's scrotum and balls with my tongue. I could smell the strong smell of urine and the smell of sweat that had been stuffed in my crotch for a day. The smell was more salty and bitter than the body's sweat, which made me instinctively feel my scalp numb.

But I know that I can't stop, and I even have to speed up and end this tongue bath project as soon as possible. In order to speed up, I licked Mike's balls harder with my tongue, just like licking McDonald's ice cream, licking from bottom to top, even the black pubic hair on the testicles.

After cleaning Mike's left scrotum, I started licking his right scrotum with my tongue. I could feel Mike sighing in relief. This tongue bath service must be really comfortable.

After finally cleaning Mike's sweaty scrotum and testicles as big as ping pong balls, Mike asked me to perform the third step of cleaning, which was to use my tongue to clean the dirt from the slit of his foreskin.

This thing is disgusting and makes me almost want to fight him again. But I knew the consequences of going against him, I would only get more beatings.

Mike didn't know how long it had been since he took a shower. Maybe, as he said, he was used to using our yellow tongues to take a shower in prison, so the dirt in the foreskin was not cleaned immediately. I could clearly see that there was not only white smegma, but also yellow urine dirt in the foreskin slit. The pungent smell made me nauseated. I couldn't believe that I was going to eat these things in my stomach.

But I still did it.

Yes, I stuck out my tongue and licked the slit of Mike's foreskin bit by bit. The white dirt and yellow dirt on it were stained on my tongue, and then rolled into my mouth. With tears streaming down my face, I gritted my teeth and swallowed it all.

"Do you like it? What does my smegma and urine stain smell like?" Mike asked, looking at the cleaned foreskin slit.

I shook my head, crying and pleading: "It tastes bad, it's disgusting, please Mike...Master Mike, can you stop bullying me like this?"

"Haha! Bullying you? No, I am rewarding you. Don't worry, you will beg me to give you smegma in the future, and you won't even think it's enough!" Mike laughed.

I don't know what he means, but I know that I will never beg him to eat the smegma and urine dirt secreted in the gap of his foreskin in this life.

Then Mike asked me to lick every fishy-smelling pubic hair on his lower abdomen, just like cleaning his armpit hair, inhaling the smell into his nose and eating the sweat into his stomach. After finally cleaning up the sweat on his penis, I finally finished cleaning Mike's lower body.

Next, I cleaned Mike's majestic thighs and strong calves as quickly as possible, licking every foot hair on them. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was four-fifty, and Lele had ten minutes to get off work, which left me with plenty of time.

I stood up and was about to go to the kitchen to wash the dinner ingredients and chop vegetables, but Mike kicked me to the ground, and the white socks with black soles stepped on my chest again.

"My tongue bath isn't over yet, why are you leaving?" Mike asked viciously.

"Is there anything that hasn't been cleaned yet?" I was a little puzzled. I endured the pain in my chest and the strong smell of feet in my nose, and squeezed out these words through my teeth.

"Of course it's my big feet and my asshole. The tongue bath you promised is for your whole body. Every corner must be cleaned by me. Do you understand? You yellow-skinned bastard." Mike said matter-of-factly.

Big feet and asshole? Damn it!

Forget about the smelly feet, I even ate the smegma. Cleaning the smelly feet was only as disgusting as the smegma. But the asshole...

The asshole is a place for shit, but he actually wants me to clean that place with my tongue. Does he still treat me like a human being?

No, Mike has never treated me as a human being. Whether it's a human electric fan or a tongue used for bathing, he has always just used me as a prop without any emotion.

In addition to the big foot on my chest, Mike's other foot stepped on my face. I stopped trying to hold my breath. I knew it was just a useless waste of time.

One mouthful after another, the strong smell of black people's feet poured into my nasal cavity and invaded my sense of smell and lungs. I never thought that one day I would be stepped on by Mike and constantly smell this foot smell. Even if I massaged his feet yesterday, the smell was not as strong as today.

"Take off my socks with your teeth. First, lick every corner of my feet with your tongue. Then put each of my toes in your mouth and clean them. There should be no mud between the toes or black dirt in the nails. Eat every drop of it into my mouth." Mike announced my next move without expression.

Damn bastard!

At this moment, I really want to fight Mike desperately, but the powerful foot on my chest, which is as powerful as a boulder, tells me that I can't resist any of Mike's orders now.

Obey!

I can only obey this black man.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I knew I didn't have much time. In order to prevent Lele from seeing me like this, I had to end this tongue bath as soon as possible.

Whether it's those dirty black person feet or Mike's smelly sweaty asshole...

I have to speed up.

Chapter 10 Master Mike’s Bukkake Reward (Part 1)

I followed Mike's instructions, biting the smelly black sock on his ankle with my teeth, and took off Mike's left sock bit by bit.

So big...

Although I already knew from the size of the pair of sneakers yesterday that Mike's feet were size 50, when the size 50 feet came to life in front of me, I was still shocked by how big they were. Are they really human feet? Each toe is very thick, the soles of the feet are long and strong, and the insteps have black hair that symbolizes hormones.

If you were shocked by its size at first glance, then you were overwhelmed by its dirty smell at second glance.

There was a lot of dirt accumulated from the friction between the toes in the toes, and the toenails were wrapped in black mud from nowhere. Even though I was wearing socks, the soles of my feet were dirty. In addition, the strong smell of feet, sweat and faint milk fragrance that came to my nostrils, as if they had never been washed, kept me from coming back to my senses for a long time.

"How's it going? Just look at it! My big feet are notoriously dirty and smelly in prison, but you yellow-skinned bitches like them very much." Mike said proudly with the corner of his mouth raised. I don't know what he is proud of? Do you need to be proud of your dirty and smelly feet? Isn't dirty and smelly a derogatory term for feet?

Mike didn't give me time to think, and stepped directly on my face with his bare soles. For a moment, I felt like my world was dark.

"Stick out your tongue, yellow-skinned dog!" Mike shouted.

I found that my body moved faster than my brain. When I reacted, my tongue had already stretched out and licked Mike's soles one by one.

The feeling of humiliation made my blood surge. A black man stepped on his chest with one foot and stepped on his face with the other foot. But I could only obediently stick out my tongue, like a dog, and lick the salty wet soles of this black man's feet, like a foot cloth, and use my eating mouth and tongue to taste his 50-yard feet that have been on the ground all day.

Why did things develop like this? I can not understand.

But I knew that I had no way to resist this black man’s bullying of me. Whether it was his experience in prison or his strong physique, I had no ability to compete with him. I could only satisfy all his dirty thoughts like those yellow-skinned bitches in prison he said.

Licking the soles of Mike's feet over and over again, my tongue felt a salty taste that was different from the sweat of Mike's feet. Only then did I realize that I had shed tears from the corners of my eyes unknowingly. The tears merged with the sweat on the soles of Mike's feet and were licked into my mouth by my tongue.

I thought mockingly to myself. After licking for a while, I could already tell the difference between Mike's foot sweat and my own tears. Could my tongue really be as good as a dog's tongue?

After licking the soles of his feet for a while, Mike asked me to nibble the broken calluses and dead skin on his soles bit by bit and eat them into my mouth. Then, he asked me to put his toes in my mouth one by one and suck them, like sucking a popsicle, but what I could suck was not the popsicle juice, but the dirt in the gaps between Mike’s toes, the mud in his toenails, and the ubiquitous smell of foot sweat.

When I completely cleaned Mike's left foot, I found that it was a lot whiter than when I just saw it. It looked cleaner and more majestic. I felt a sense of accomplishment inexplicably.

Damn it!

Is this a time for a sense of accomplishment?

The clock has reached five o'clock, and Lele is off work. It usually only takes twenty minutes to drive home from work. In other words, I have to finish cleaning Mike's right foot and asshole before five twenty to avoid Lele seeing my humiliating look.

It's okay for the right foot. With the experience of the left foot, maybe I can clean it with my tongue within ten minutes. But, the asshole... I really can't take it. After all, it's the place where men poop. I haven't even licked Lele's clean asshole, let alone the smelly asshole of this straight black man who worked all day.

When I bit off Mike's right sock and started cleaning it diligently, I looked up from the corner of my eye and saw a scene that surprised me.

Mike, he's actually masturbating?

Mike used his thick big hand to stroke the black dragon, which was more than 20 centimeters thick after erection.

It’s not like I’ve never seen masturbation before, but this was the first time in my life that I saw such a big, long, and thick cock. I was so fascinated by it that I even forgot about the tongue bath action in my mouth.

"You idiot, pervert? Stop staring at my big cock, it's disgusting! Just concentrate on doing your own thing." Mike felt that the soles of his feet were no longer licking, and he slapped me hard on the face with my cleaned left foot.

Damn it!

This was the first time that I was slapped on the foot by another man. I was very angry, but I knew that all the anger was useless in front of this two-meter black man, and I could only be forced to continue to obey.

However, the action of Mike masturbating was really too big, and such a huge cock was the only one I had ever seen in my life. Therefore, even though my tongue is still cleaning Mike's smelly feet quickly, my eyes will still peek at Mike's huge black cock from time to time. The smell of hormones and the masculine power of men make me feel a little yearning for it even though I am a straight man.

Penis worship!

In ancient times, fertility was respected. People believed that the bigger the penis, the stronger the fertility. Five thousand years of history have been passed down, and the things of the ancestors are engraved in the blood.

As Mike's right foot was sucked and licked cleaner and cleaner by me, unconsciously, I found that my hatred for Mike seemed to fade away little by little.

If you think about it, Mike is straight and I am straight. He asked me to lick his body, wasn't it another way to satisfy my curiosity? You know, straight men have always been something men dare not touch. He allows me to lick his body, isn't it a sacrifice?

My mind was a little confused, but I subconsciously thought that Mike was not as annoying as I originally thought. After all, it is rare for a straight man to let you lick his body with your tongue after knowing that you are a straight man. In addition, the person being licked is still a straight black man like Mike, who is perfect in body, size, and shape.

I spent nine minutes cleaning Mike's right foot. After it was spotless, I took the initiative to ask: "Mike...Master Mike, can I help you clean your asshole now?"

Chapter 11 Master Mike’s Facial Reward (Part 2)

"Mike...Master Mike, can I help you clean your asshole now?"

"Idiot!" Mike's first word out of his mouth made me scolded. I thought I could make him like him by asking in such a low voice.

It turns out that I have begun to please him subconsciously?

"Your tongue is so dirty. You just licked my feet. Do you want to infect my asshole with fungus? Go brush your teeth and rinse your mouth quickly, and then come back to clean my asshole." Mike's commanding tone was still there, but the speed of masturbating in his hand did not stop. He fucked very fast. If I masturbated at his speed, I would have cum within five minutes. But he had already fucked for more than ten minutes and it was still hard against the sky.

Wait, what did he say? Does he think my tongue is dirty?

I was really angry and funny, this nigger is so hateful.

Since I know that dirty feet can lead to fungal infection, he also asked me to lick his smelly feet with my eating mouth. Now, I was going to lick his shitty asshole, but he thought my mouth was dirty and asked me to brush my teeth and rinse my mouth.

That is, does he think his asshole is cleaner than his feet?

Although I have a lot to say, I know this is not the place to talk. I must quickly brush my teeth and complete the last step of the tongue bath to prevent Lele from coming back and seeing this scene.

I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth as fast as I could in my life. When I spit out the mouthwash and was about to go back to the living room, my steps stopped.

Why?

Why should I go back to the living room to continue giving him a tongue bath and licking his asshole? Just now it was because I was restrained by him in the elevator and had no ability to resist.

What now? Now that I have my cell phone with me, it is possible to call the police. If you want a weapon, you can go to the kitchen to get it. If you want to hide in the toilet and lock the toilet door, you can avoid kissing his asshole.

I took a deep breath, yes, that's it, I must punish him well, otherwise he won't restrain himself. In just two days, he let me bathe his asshole with my tongue. I can't imagine what kind of tragic fate I will face if I continue to be bullied by him.

Just when I was about to take out my phone, Mike's huge figure appeared in front of me. His right hand was still stroking the huge cock of more than 20 centimeters. When I saw it, I was stunned again and stopped taking the phone.

"Damn! You brush your teeth so slowly! What an idiot!" While I was dazed, Mike grabbed my hair with his right hand, tilted my head up and pressed it into the toilet, and then sat on my face, his right hand still moving up and down the cock on his crotch.

Stinky!

It stinks so much that words and language can no longer describe it.

I never imagined that I would use the smart toilet at home as a pillow, with another man sitting on my face, and my nose and mouth being stuffed into this man's stinking ass crack.

"Stick out your tongue! Lick!" Mike spoke again.

Acting faster than thinking again, my tongue had subconsciously obeyed Mike's command, licking his sweaty, smelly, muddy anus. I can’t even feel any taste on the tip of my tongue. Maybe my sense of taste subconsciously blocks it! Only the stench and nausea fill this mind.

Ugh!

Ugh!

I kept making nauseating vomiting sounds under Mike's ass, but Mike didn't pay attention at all. He just sat on my face, feeling my tongue constantly licking his asshole, and continued to jerk off with his right hand.

"Yes, work harder. A good asshole and tongue bath is when I wipe it with a wet paper towel after you wash it. No yellow stains can be seen, which proves that you will become a qualified asshole and tongue bath master." Mike seemed very happy, and I could feel that his grammar was a little confused.

I really want to cry, what on earth are I doing? I am a family man, and I have the cutest Lele in the world. I shouldn't do something like cheating. If Lele came back at this time and saw me lying on the toilet, with Mike sitting under my butt and licking his asshole, Lele would definitely think that I had betrayed her.

When I decided to take this opportunity to bite Mike's asshole to retaliate against him, Mike stood up, pointed his huge black cock at my face, and while spewing semen wildly, said: "Damn bitch, you are so in the way, blocking the toilet where I am about to ejaculate, so I have to cum in your face. It is an advantage for you. Welcome the semen shower that black daddy Mike will give you!"

By the time I finished listening to Mike, my face had been squirted with several jets of cum. I didn't even realize it was semen at first because there was so much of it that when the first spurt came out, I felt like it had covered half of my face.

I couldn't keep my eyes open as the subsequent semen continued to hit my face. I was surprised that I didn't make any physical movements at this time, but I was silently counting the number of times Mike ejaculated as he shot semen on my face one after another.

Seven...eight...

Sixteen…

Twenty-one…

Damn it? Not finished cumming yet! ? Oh my God!

I couldn't believe that the black man in front of me ejaculated nearly forty streams of semen on my face before he finished this ejaculation. You know, the number of ejaculate we usually ejaculate is only a dozen or so, and we have already been called hundreds of millions of descendants. Not only does Mike’s semen volume double that of ours, but the quantity is even twice as much. This ejaculation is enough to breed the entire earth, close to 10 billion descendants.

I felt like my whole face was covered in Mike's semen, and even my clothes were stained with Mike's semen. And at this time, the fingerprint unlocking sound made me tremble. I knew that Lele was back!

It's over!

If giving Mike a tongue bath in the living room can be explained to Lele as being bullied by Mike, now that I am covered in Mike's black semen, I will definitely be considered cheating by Lele.

Mike seemed to understand my panic, put on the bathroom slippers in disgust, stepped on my semen-covered toilet, and then pressed the flush button. I felt that my whole body was awake, and the spiral water washed away most of the semen on my face. I felt the big feet pressing on my head, and then I realized that Mike was stepping on my head, and I washed my head with the toilet water.

"You..." I stood up suddenly, really feeling like I was going to go crazy. I had never been so humiliated.

"What are you doing? You little bastard, don't worry, I'm very satisfied with today's tongue bath. Just pack up and come out. Leave it to me to tell Lele that she won't come in for the time being." After Mike finished speaking, he left me with a handsome look on his back.

A wry smile appeared on my lips. Is this guy Mike helping me now?

Looking at the messy toilet on the floor, I gritted my teeth and quietly cleaned it up.

Chapter 12 Master Mike’s new shameful rules (1)

I rinsed my body in the bathroom as quickly as possible and cleaned up the bathroom. Mike's semen was really so much that even though a large part of it landed on me and in the toilet, the amount of semen around me was more than the two or three times I usually ejaculate.

When I walked into the living room with some anxiety, I saw Lele making beef noodles in the kitchen, while Mike was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Mike said that you had gastroenteritis and diarrhea after you came back from shopping. You had diarrhea three or four times, and you even asked him to borrow stomach medicine. Are you okay now?" Lele saw me coming out, and quickly put down the ingredients in his hands and asked with concern.

"No...it's okay..." I glanced at Mike in surprise, but he gave me a proud look in return. Unexpectedly, he also made up lies one after another.

"You go and chat with Mike for a while, I will continue to make beef noodles. By the way, I cooked white rice porridge for you. You'd better endure the gastroenteritis for now. Don't touch spicy and greasy food for the next few days." Lele saw that I was fine and showed a sweet smile.

"Huh?" I was very disappointed. My favorite is the beef noodles made by Lele. I can't eat it right now in front of me, otherwise the lie about gastroenteritis will be exposed.

"Ah what? Be obedient, bear with me, and I will cook it for you next time. Anyway, there will be a long time to come." Lele comforted me in a coaxing tone, and then continued to return to the kitchen to cook.

I walked over to Mike. At this time, he had already put on jeans and a white vest. His whole body occupied the sofa. I didn't dare to let him stand up to make room for me, so I had to stand next to the sofa like an idiot.

As if sensing my embarrassment, Mike spoke: "Sun, do you have any good wine at home? For the sake of my giving you gastrointestinal medicine, take it out and let me have a taste."

"Okay...Okay." I quickly walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of Kweichow Moutai. This is a wine that I am usually reluctant to drink, but now I took it out without hesitation.

I don't know what I'm afraid of. I'm afraid that Mike will do those things to me in front of Lele? Are you afraid that Mike will apply what he did to me to Lele?

Dinner was painful. I watched Mike eating my favorite Lele exclusive beef noodles and drinking Kweichow Moutai, but I could only swallow the white rice porridge in mouthfuls. In particular, Mike kept praising Lele's beef noodles for being very delicious. He and Lele chatted happily, which made me feel like they were a couple, and I was like a stranger eating rice porridge.

At night, I ejaculated inside Lele.

Even though Lele used gastroenteritis as an excuse to ask me not to have sex with her today, lest I feel uncomfortable tomorrow. As if to regain the dignity that had disappeared in front of Mike, I still fucked Lele hard.

After we cleaned each other and held the white and tender Lele, I felt satisfied in my heart, and the unhappiness during dinner disappeared. Mike, what if you look at Lele like that? She is my woman and will only be fucked by me.

Thinking about Mike, everything that happened today came back to my mind.

Human body electric fan, tongue bath, big black python, countless semen... thinking about it... my nose can even smell the slightly sour armpit odor of Mike's armpits, the crotch odor of urine and semen, and even the smell of the hairs on Mike's anus...

In fact, when I think about this, I get hard again.

It had only been ten minutes since I ejaculated inside Lele, but my little brother was already hard again. My brother got erect at the thought of all the hormonal smells in Mike's body, and I knew what that meant, that I might have some different feelings for Mike.

Mike is so domineering, annoying, and orders and uses others like toys. I originally hated being in contact with people with this kind of personality, but he forcefully broke through all my defenses and made me do all kinds of things that I thought I would never do in my life.

The next day, Lele went to work as usual. After lunch, I was going to go back to the room to take a nap, but the doorbell rang.

I'm very confused. It's impossible for anyone to come to me at this time. Through the peephole, I saw a huge figure standing at my door. It was Mike, the black neighbor next door.

Just looking at him through the peephole made me feel my body shaking slightly. Yes, that feeling of fear has appeared again, which is the biggest reason why I have been unable to raise my head in front of Mike.

"Sun! I asked Lele yesterday about your schedule. I know you are at home now. You'd better open the door for me quickly, otherwise you know what price you have to pay when we meet next time!" Mike's voice reached my ears through the door.

I gritted my teeth and shouted in the strongest voice I could muster: "What's the matter? Just tell me." I didn't want to open the door for him. I couldn't predict what would happen next.

"I say it again! Open the door! Now! Immediately! Immediately!" Mike's voice became louder with each word, vibrating my eardrums and heart.

I tried to continue talking and use my eloquence, but my head was empty and my throat was unable to make any sound.

I know, I lost again.

Mike was too domineering, too mighty, and too powerful for me to refuse his orders. Yes, I have to understand my heart. I can only open the door now and accept what will happen next.

When I opened the door, the first thing I felt was the smell of sweat that was so strong that it kept pouring into my nose. It was the overbearing male hormone smell that only belonged to Mike.

"Well done, you yellow-skinned bitch. Let me tell you some news. My work will be arranged in the morning, which means that I will be free from one to five in the afternoon. Therefore, I declare that in the following days, I will come to your house as a guest every day." Mike's words were still so strong, leaving me no room for negotiation.

"Why my home?" I knew that I had no way to change Mike's decision, so I had to ask the question from another aspect.

"Are you an idiot? My house hasn't been renovated yet, and it's hot in the summer without air conditioning. Don't worry, after I finish the renovation, I won't have to come here as a guest every day." Mike patted my head and explained.

So that's it...

Mike only chose to come to my house to turn on the air conditioner every day because there was no air conditioner between one o'clock and five o'clock and it felt very hot. Maybe I was thinking too much.

"Yes, yellow-skinned bitch, now invite your black dad into your home." Mike said with a smile.

"Please come in!" I sighed slightly, not knowing what the form of this invitation meant. He's going to get in anyway, isn't he?

The next second, the burning pain on my face and the smell of blood oozing from the corners of my mouth made me understand its meaning.

Snap!

It was a huge slap, and I was slapped again by Mike.

"Please come in? Who are you inviting into your home?" Mike shouted loudly. My head was blown away by Mike!

"Master Mike, please come in!" I shouted quickly and urgently, for fear that Mike would hit me again.

Chapter 13 Master Mike’s new shameful rules (2)

"Master Mike, please come in!" I stood aside respectfully and shouted.

"Very good, you learn quickly. I don't like hitting people, but as an excellent yellow-skinned monkey, you must always know your position in front of me, otherwise you will only be greeted by my slap!" Mike stepped directly into my living room wearing sneakers, then sat down on the sofa, and put his two big shoes-wearing feet on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He looked like he was the owner of this apartment.

"Come here!" Mike pointed to the floor in front of the sofa and said calmly.

I hesitated for a moment, but the burning pain on my face and the blood stains on the corners of my mouth reminded me that I couldn't resist him. After closing the door, I walked to the floor in front of Mike and sat on my knees, waiting for the black man's lecture.

"Isn't this much more well-behaved? Good boy! Lele gets off work at five o'clock every afternoon, which means that before my house is decorated, we will spend the next one to five o'clock every day together. For this, I need to train you." Mike looked down at me and said without doubt.

I found that I didn't dare to raise my head and look at Mike. I could only stare at his lower body with my eyes. I saw the huge bulge wrapped in jeans, and smelled the strong smell of hormones belonging to Mike in the air. My mind came to the black dragon that sprayed countless semen on my face in the toilet last night. My breathing was slightly messy, and my lower body also jumped slightly in the pants. In order to distract my attention, I had to grit my teeth and ask softly: "Training? Ahem, what kind of training is it?"

"Of course it's to train you how to be a qualified yellow-skinned bitch! By the way, take your eyes away from my crotch, disgusting bitch." Mike seemed to see through my thoughts at a glance.

I quickly shifted my gaze and stared at the floor in front of the sofa.

"Now, get me two bottles of beer, and then take off my shoes to let out the smell. Damn, after working all morning, my socks are full of sweat, sticky, and uncomfortable!" Mike ordered.

I quickly walked to the refrigerator as quickly as possible and got two bottles of beer for Mike. One bottle was placed on the coffee table, and the other bottle was opened by me when I handed it to Mike with both hands.

"You were so good at first, didn't you need to be beaten? You idiot." Mike took the beer, drank a few sips, then raised his right foot on the coffee table and touched my hand.

I don’t know why, but I immediately understood what Mike meant.

Sofa, beer, sneakers, this reminds me of the scene the day before yesterday when I knelt in front of Mike to take off his shoes and give him a foot massage after helping Mike tidy up the room. I knew this was what he wanted.

I knelt down on my knees again and sat in front of Mike, holding his black sneakers on his right foot in my arms. Even though the dirt on the soles touched my clothes and pants, I had no objection.

When my hand touched Mike's shoelaces, a deep voice sounded: "Mouth!"

I knew what he was thinking when I heard Mike's voice, but I felt ashamed that he actually asked me to use my mouth to help him take off his shoes, but it was not completely impossible for me to do.

After all, I have done more shameful things than this, including drinking Mike's thick phlegm, being held under Mike's armpit and breathing in the smell of his sour sweat, taking a tongue bath to clean Mike's sweaty and smelly body, and even licking Mike's smelly raw asshole with my eating tongue and mouth, and having Mike's face and entire body ejaculated...

Without hesitation, I touched Mike's blackened white shoelaces with my lips, then bit them with my teeth and untied them bit by bit.

Well...

The familiar foot odor is still so strong.

Yes, whether it was the foot massage on the first day or the tongue bath service yesterday, I have smelled Mike's feet non-stop for three consecutive days, and it gradually turned into a familiar smell to me. But I still can't accept it, it really stinks, and I worked under the sun for four or five hours this morning, which made me burst into tears again.

Mike didn't look at me. He was drinking beer comfortably while picking up the remote control to switch to the TV and watch his favorite sports programs. Yes, to him, I am just a tool to clean his stinky feet!

I quickly helped Mike take off his right sneaker, revealing his size 50 feet wearing black and white socks. I could clearly see that the black soles were soaked with Mike's foot sweat.

"It stinks. Put your head in and suck it clean. I don't want to smell it!" Mike frowned and said.

Damn it! This bastard!

I also know my feet smell! And you asked me to stuff my nose into my sneakers as a foot odor filter?

Although I complained in my heart, I moved quickly. I endured my nausea and stuffed my nose and mouth into the opening of Mike's shoe. I could feel my nose pressed against Mike's sweaty insole, and the foot sweat on the insole touched the tip of my nose and lips. I could even feel a salty taste in my mouth, which was the smell of Mike's foot sweat.

Suddenly, huge pressure came from my head, and I couldn't help but let out a low moan. I knew that in order to stay comfortable, Mike put his sweaty white socks feet directly on top of my head, but pressed me deeper into the top of his shoes. Every breath I took was filled with the smell of Mike's black feet, which made my mind go numb and made me unable to think.

The sweat on the insole was like a sponge, squeezed out by force, covering my lips and cheeks. My face felt like it was soaked with sweat from Mike's insoles. I used his foot sweat and foot odor in Mike's sneakers to take a sauna. I knew that I must look ugly now, and Lele would definitely be disgusted when he saw it.

After breathing for nearly five minutes, I felt the pressure on the back of my head lighten up, and I knew Mike agreed that I should leave his sneakers and continue servicing his feet.

I raised my head, and the long-lost light made my eyes uncomfortable. I looked at the blackened white socks in front of me. I wanted to take them off with my hands, but thinking of Mike's order, I had to lift them up with both hands, put them to my mouth, gently bit the edge of the socks with my teeth, and took them off little by little with my mouth.

When the sock got stuck through Mike's heel, I bit the sweaty edge of the sock, and then bit the sweaty sock on the sole of the foot near the heel. It took a lot of effort to take Mike's sock off his foot with my mouth. When I bit my sock and looked at Mike like a child waiting for praise, Mike was all focused on his game and didn't even glance at me.

Feeling a bit disappointed, I put the sock in my mouth back into the shaft of Mike's sneakers, took off Mike's left shoe in the same way, used my nose and face as a filter, buried it in Mike's shoe, and then took off Mike's other sweaty and smelly sock with my mouth.

When I finished all the movements, I said softly and flatteringly: "Master Mike, do you want a foot massage or do you want me to clean your feet with my tongue?"

Upon hearing my question, Mike kicked me in the chest, sending me flying half a meter away in an instant.

"Did I let you speak?"

Chapter 14 Master Mike’s new shameful rules (3)

"Did I let you speak?"

I felt aggrieved. I thought I could please Mike by asking, but all I got in return was a kick from him.

"I'm sorry..." Even though my chest hurt, I could only apologize to him in a low voice.

Mike pointed to his feet and said, "Come here and lie down!"

I nodded and lay on the ground in front of the sofa. Mike's feet were right next to my head. The smell made me uncomfortable, but I found that my lower body had some strange reactions.

Just as I was thinking, Mike stepped on me with two feet, one on my stomach and the other on my face. The slit between his toes was facing my nose. Every breath I took was filled with the stench of the stench between Mike's toes.

Mike didn't speak anymore, he just stepped on me like a footpad, moving his toes from time to time. I could feel the dirt between the toes falling on my lips, but I didn't dare to make the slightest move, for fear of angering Mike.

"You can swallow what's in your mouth, that's what I reward you for." Mike's voice came from above my head.

I had no choice but to lick the mud and dirt from Mike's feet on my lips with my tongue and eat them in my mouth. Even though I like women, eating men's feet is still disgusting to me, but I have no choice. In front of this black man, I have to obey his orders. I never thought that I would be so vile.

Then, Mike put his thumb into my mouth and asked me to suck it and clean it. He put his tongue between his toes and ate the mud and sweat from his feet. He also nibbled on the dead skin on the soles of his feet and ate them into his stomach. After the left foot was finished, the right foot was finished. The whole process lasted nearly an hour.

My mouth was filled with the smell of Mike's foot sweat and secretions from his size 50 feet. My nose and lungs were also filled with the smell of Mike's black feet, but I had no choice. After cleaning the two black feet, I could only wait for Mike's next order.

To my surprise, Mike did not let me serve him anymore, but stood up and walked towards the master bedroom where Lele and I were.

"Crawl up, you bitch!" That's what Mike said. One sentence determined the way I walked.

I crawled behind Mike on all fours like a dog. My nose could smell the stench coming from Mike's feet. Even after I licked his feet for nearly an hour, the strong stench still didn't dissipate. I could look up to Mike's ass, and it made me sick to my stomach to think about the day before when I used my tongue to clean his asshole where he pooped.

The decoration of the master bedroom is very warm, generally in light colors that Lele likes.

The first thing that catches the eye is the two-meter-two double bed and the photo of Lele and I on the bed. This is a photo of our first kiss after we confirmed our relationship. This kiss was also Lele’s first kiss. In the photo, Lele's cheeks are flushed, shy and cute, and extremely charming. At first, I wanted to hang this photo in my bedroom. Lele was a little shy, but later she was convinced by my tough attitude.

On the other side is a huge two-person computer desk, with my and Lele's computers on it. There are a lot of singing equipment in front of Lele's computer desk, and the bookshelf above is filled with books about music theory. The bookshelf on my computer is filled with books on investing, the stock market, and finance.

There is a snack cabinet in the corner of the room, which is full of snacks that Lele and I love to eat. Although many snacks are forgotten after they expire, Lele is always willing to continue buying them every time she goes to the supermarket. I also love her hobby. Anyway, those potato chips, chocolates, QQ candy, and Alps are not worth a lot of money.

Countless memories with Lele came to my mind, making me crawl a little absentmindedly. It wasn't until my head hit Mike's thigh that I returned to reality again.

"This is the bed where you and Lele will sleep! Such a big bed is perfect for me to sleep on!" After saying that, like the owner of the room, Mike took off his vest, jeans, and the yellow-haired pure white underwear, casually throwing them on me, and lay directly on the bed that belonged to me and Lele with a strong body odor.

I really want to tell Mike that Lele has a slight mysophobia. Even if I go home covered in stinky sweat and am not allowed to go to bed without taking a shower beforehand, I know that my words can't change any of Mike's decisions or behaviors at all, so I have no choice but to remain silent.

I held Mike's jeans, white vest, and the yellowed underwear. The fishy smell from the underwear soon filled my nostrils. The strong male-odor hormone made my lower body hard, and a bulge formed in my crotch.

It’s strange. Although I like women, I always thought I only liked the fragrant body odor of Lele. I didn’t expect that the fishy smell of Mike’s crotch would also cause such a strong physiological reaction in me.

"Put my underwear on my head and lie down on the ground and don't get up. I want to take a nap." Mike's lazy voice rang in my ears again.

I tremblingly picked up Mike's underwear, which was stained yellow by urine, and put it on my head little by little. The yellowed area on the top of the pants was facing my nose and lips. Every breath I took was filled with the smell of urine belonging to Mike's body and the extremely rich male odor of his private parts.

I felt that my lower body was even harder. It had never been so hard even when I had sex with Lele, and the prostate fluid soaked my underwear uncontrollably.

The feeling of shame mixed with excitement made me feel very confused. I followed Mike's request and knelt down on the ground beside the bed. Due to the posture problem, my nose and lips were pressed tightly against the place where the big black cock was placed in Mike's underwear.

My taste buds felt a salty taste, which might be the residual taste of Mike's urine or prostate fluid, but I could only press my lips to it obscenely.

The sound of Mike snoring soon came to my ears, but this did not affect my upper sperm brain at all. I felt that my lower body was so hard that it was about to explode.

I subconsciously brought my right hand close to my lower body until my right hand touched my cock through my pants, and I suddenly woke up.

Bastard!

What am I doing?

In Lele and I's room, wearing another man's original underwear, and preparing to touch my brother and masturbate? How did I become so mean?

It can be said that everything I did before was forced by Mike. Under his threat of force, I had no choice but to do those perverted things. Now I am wearing his underwear and trying to actively masturbate. What excuse do I have?

I gently raised my head and looked at the photo of me and Lele's first kiss on the bedside. It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on my brain, and the originally hot desire slowly cooled down.

When the desire disappears, all that remains is nausea and vomiting.

Yes, the strong smell of sweat and body odor mixed with the smell of urine from Mike's underwear kept pouring into my nose and lungs, torturing my sense of smell and making me so sick that I almost fainted. I can even smell the smell of shit coming from the back of my head. It must be the smell of the shit particles left on Mike's underwear after he didn't clean his asshole after pooping.

The only thing I wish for now is that Mike quickly ends his nap so that I can escape this olfactory torture.

Chapter 15 Master Mike’s new shameful rules (4)

Damn it!

Mike, this bastard, slept for nearly two hours. Three hours have passed since I saw Mike at 1 o'clock. In the first hour, I became Mike's footrest while watching TV and cleaned his sweaty and smelly size 50 feet. For the other two hours, I knelt beside Lele and I's bed with Mike's underwear on my head, waiting for Mike's nap.

I felt like my legs were numb, and I knew my knees must be very red. I could only pray that Lele wouldn’t notice this strange thing at night.

I was pulled up by Mike's hair.

A sleepy-eyed Mike sat on the edge of the bed, pulling my hair and bringing my face close to his crotch. The smell of private parts was still so strong even after two hours on the bed.

"Hold it! I know you guys like this!" Mike's voice came out slightly lazily.

I gritted my teeth slightly, holding back my fear and said, "Master Mike... you know that Lele and I are lovers..." Giving another man a blowjob was a betrayal of Lele!

"Shut up, do you deserve another beating?" With that said, Mike took off my underwear from my head and pinched my chin and cheeks hard. The intense pain made me open my mouth uncontrollably. Mike grabbed my face and moved closer to his crotch until the glans was in my mouth.

Damn... I'm so sad, even if it was forced, I betrayed Lele, holding another man's brother, and a black man, in our loving nest.

However, the next second, I knew that I was wrong again.

A salty liquid gushed out from the glans in my mouth. I didn't react at first and thought it was Mike's prostate fluid. It wasn't until I swallowed the first mouthful that I realized that Mike actually just wanted to pee with my mouth and use my mouth as a urinal?

Yes! He is a straight man and has always treated me as just a tool. How could I think he wanted me to have oral sex?

"Ahem..." As the first time I drank urine, I choked on the fishy smell of urine and couldn't swallow it at all. The urine flowed down my chin to the ground, and some of it flowed on Mike's toes.

"Damn, you can't even be a urinal. You really need training!" Mike slapped me hard and knocked me to the ground. Then he stepped on the bed with his wet feet and started peeing on me lying on the ground.

As if on purpose, my hair, cheeks, neck, chest, belly, crotch, thighs, calves, and finally my feet were all drenched with Mike's urine. After that, he pointed his urine at my face and kept peeing. I could only lie on the ground, like a maggot, absorbing his black urine with my skin.

He peed really a lot, and he peed for almost five minutes.

My whole body was soaked in Mike's urine. Every corner of my body was covered with Mike's urine. I even swallowed a lot of Mike's urine in my stomach. Black people's urine originally smells more fishy than us Asians, and with the bonus of just waking up, it smells exactly like a public toilet.

Being drenched in urine, I didn't have the courage to get up and fight Mike. What I was thinking about was how to clean up the mess in the next time to prevent Lele from coming back and finding that the bedroom was filled with the smell of Mike's urine.

"Trash, use your tongue to clean up the urine on the floor!" Mike directly announced my cleaning method.

I finally couldn't hold it any longer and tears flowed out uncontrollably. I lowered my head and licked the urine on the ground bit by bit with my tongue. I kept gagging but swallowed it bit by bit.

It took me more than half an hour to lick up all of Mike's urine on the ground with my tongue. Mike didn't pay any attention to me who was working hard and just lay on the bed playing with his mobile phone.

After I licked all the urine on the tiles to return them to their original color, Mike spoke again: "Take off all your clothes and go to the bathroom and take a shower. I don't want to smell the urine on you."

I nodded. This was the first time I was willing to accept Mike's order. I really wanted to take a shower. After more than half an hour, the urine on my hair and body was half dry, but it was sticky and unpleasant, and it still smelled like the urine in my mouth that made me gag.

When I walked to the bathroom and was about to close the door, Mike walked in too.

I didn't know what he was going to do, but I could only grit my teeth and take off my clothes little by little in front of him, revealing my naked body.

Although my body is not as strong as Mike's, I still have six-pack abs and obvious chest muscles. This is one of the reasons why Lele took a liking to me at that time. However, my body now smells like Mike's urine, which is a bit hard for me to accept.

"Haha, that little thing down there can please your girlfriend?" Mike asked with a smile.

I don't know how to answer. Compared to the 20-centimeter giant penis under Mike's crotch, I am indeed a small person at 15 centimeters, but it is enough. After all, most Asians are this size.

"I..."

"Say! Can your little brother please Lele?" Mike asked this question again.

"I don't know, maybe not..." I said hesitantly. I didn't know what kind of answer Mike wanted to hear, and whether he would be violent to me for different answers. I could only try my best to please him.

"Haha, so you can only suck and lick Lele's pussy to please her, just like you sucked and licked my asshole yesterday. This is what you are best at, right?" Mike continued to ask with a smile.

"Yes, you're right." I didn't want to have any more meaningless exchanges with Mike, so I turned on the shower head, just wanting to finish the bath quickly.

"Okay, I understand!" Mike said thoughtfully, touching his chin.

This was my first time being watched by another man in the shower, which made me a little uncomfortable. But it was nothing compared to what Mike had asked me to do before. After wiping the water off my body with the towel, my body smelled of shower gel and shampoo.

It was then that I realized that neither Mike nor I had any clothes on. We were also naked in the bathroom mirror, but Mike was better than me in terms of body shape and size.

"Mai...Master Mike, do you need to take a bath?" Looking at Mike in the mirror and smelling the strong male odor belonging to Mike in the air, I asked subconsciously.

"Do you want to give me a tongue bath again? But I don't like taking baths every day. Don't worry, the project I will prepare later is also something you guys like." Black Mike raised the corner of his mouth and walked towards Lele and I's bedroom, while continuing: "You yellow-skinned boy who takes a nice bath, go to my bed and continue."

This time, I didn't think too much. I already knew that Mike was a straight man and he just used me as a tool. Maybe he just thought of a new way to use it.

But it seems that I was wrong again...

Chapter 16 Master Mike’s new shameful rules (5)

Mike asked me to climb onto Lele and I's bed, and then took out a black iron cage from the pocket of his jeans.

Damn it, it’s a chastity lock!

I saw what it was in an instant. I saw it when I was packing my luggage at Mike's house that day, but I didn't expect that he would use it for me.

"No! No! Lelehui..." I was about to refuse, but Mike interrupted me.

"Since your little brother can't please Lele, I'll lock you up on her behalf!" Mike sat on my face with a smile, and then continued while playing with my lower body: "Lick my asshole, this is the only way you can please women in the future."

The smell of shit from Mike's asshole made me cry again, this time from being smoked. Mike's asshole was really smelly, with black dirt stained by unwiped shit, but I could only press my nose and lips against it, and even immediately stuck out my tongue to clean the dirty asshole.

"Hurry up, idiot! I'm all set!" I felt the cage of the chastity lock scratch my balls and fit perfectly into my brother. Then, the banana-shaped cage closed perfectly with the other side. Finally, Mike took out a small iron lock openly and locked it up.

I had no choice but to stick my tongue out again and lick Mike's stinking asshole.

"Comfortable, you are really good at this, you licked my brother hard." As Mike said, he slapped my brother who was locked in the iron cage with his hand like a slap.

Under Mike's patting, my brother quickly felt the sensation. He wanted to have an erection, but he was restrained in the cage and could not fully erect, and there was a strong sense of pain, which made me break out in cold sweat.

I could only keep licking Mike's asshole, trying to use the smell to relieve my pain and make the erection in my lower body soften again.

"Haha, it's so fun! Are you licking my asshole even harder to avoid erection? You even inserted your tongue into my ass hole. You are really talented." Mike praised me again, but I didn't like his compliment.

Mike grabbed my head and made me lie down at the foot of the bed, with my head hanging in the air.

He looked down at me condescendingly and continued: "You know, I'm not that kind of pervert, but that doesn't mean I don't need an airplane cup. I can specifically allow your throat to be my airplane cup. After all, eating your brother is also an activity you guys like. To you, it is a gift from a man, isn't it?"

Oh my God!

He wants to use a big black cock more than twenty centimeters below his crotch to fuck my mouth?

"Now we are going to start. First of all, I hope you can get used to its taste and shape. After all, you are an airplane cup now. My brother is your whole world. I hope you can worship him in the right way! Nothing is more important than satisfying him. Even Lele is not as important as this brother to you."

Damn it!

What is he talking about? Lele is the most important to me.

Mike stroked his big black cock a few times with his hand, and it soon became semi-hard. He pressed the glans part tightly against my lips, and the foreskin slit was against my nose.

"Come on, take a deep breath, use the airplane cup, and kiss my glans. There is your favorite snack in the slit of my foreskin. If you do a good job, I will reward you later." Mike ordered.

I had no choice but to kiss Mike's glans with my lips like I was kissing Lele, and put my nose tightly against Mike's foreskin, smelling the strong smell of smears and urine inside. He used the prostatic fluid secreted by the glans to smear my lips, just like applying lipstick on me. I kept kissing the pee slit on Mike's glans as if it were Lele's lips.

"Fuck! He is indeed a guy, he is just talented as a plane cup." Mike cursed and slapped me hard on the face.

I looked up at Mike in confusion. Did I do something wrong?

"What are you looking at? I'm just slapping my airplane cup! Open your mouth!" Mike glared back hard, and I immediately gave up.

I slowly opened my mouth, and Mike used one finger of his left and right hands to spread my upper and lower jaws to the extreme, and then slowly stuffed the huge glans into my mouth.

So big! It's really big!

It was just a glans, and I felt that my mouth had been opened to the extreme. If I continued to open it, it would dislocate.

"Airplane cup! Take the initiative yourself! I don't want to teach a guy how to eat his brother." Mike said coldly.

I knew that I had to take the initiative, otherwise I would be greeted by Mike's violent methods again.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the huge glans back and forth in my mouth, sucking hard on the fishy round object with my cheeks, like I was sucking a lollipop when I was a kid.

"Hiss...it's okay, but not enough..." After a while, Mike spoke again.

I knew that what Mike wanted was definitely not that simple. I endured the nausea, went around the glans, inserted my tongue into the slit of Mike's foreskin, licked the smegma and urine stains on it bit by bit, and then swallowed the glans into my throat.

"Fuck! Are you so happy eating? Is my smegma delicious?"

"It's delicious..." I could only answer vaguely while holding his huge glans in my mouth.

I felt that under the service of my tongue and cheeks, Mike's cock had changed from a semi-hard state to a fully hard state. He decided to start going deeper into my mouth, allowing me to further function as an airplane cup.

He raised his waist and slid a third of his cock into my mouth, about eight or nine centimeters, and told me to open my mouth wide and not let my teeth touch his cock.

Even though it was only about eight or nine centimeters in length, I couldn't bear how thick it was! The thickness of more than six centimeters and nearly seven centimeters filled my mouth. I could only open my mouth wide. I was afraid that the contact of the teeth would anger Mike, so I could only open my mouth wider until I felt that my jaw was numb. I suspected that it was close to dislocation.

"It's rare for you to be able to hold my brother's airplane cup in your mouth for the first time! Yes, stay like this for five minutes to feel the weight of my cock in your mouth." Mike seemed very satisfied with me.

There was an inexplicable joy in my heart. Mike had always been dissatisfied, violent, and cruel to me. This was the first time he spoke to me in the same tone as facing Lele. The joy kept pouring out of my chest uncontrollably, which made me feel very strange.

This was the first time I had used this position to hold another man's cock in my mouth. Neither Lele nor I had ever tried this position of lying at the foot of the bed with our head hanging from the floor. Although we knew that this position was conducive to deep throating, Lele was a conservative person and rarely even gave me oral sex, let alone deep throating. And I would not treat Lele like this. I love her very much and I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable. As for when I helped Lele lick her pussy, it was even more impossible for me to make this gesture.

Maybe only Mike...only Mike is worthy of using this posture...

Chapter 17 Master Mike’s new shameful rules (End)

Five minutes passed quickly, and I could no longer feel my jaw. I breathed hard through my nose without any guidance. My mouth kept secreting saliva to soak the smelly cock, and then swallowed the smelly juice into my throat.

When I got used to it, Mike inserted another part of his cock into my mouth. This time, the inserted part reached two-thirds, almost eighteen centimeters. I could see the smelly pubic hair on his crotch getting closer to me, and I could even smell the smell emanating from it.

The length of eighteen centimeters has completely filled my mouth, and even his glans is squeezing my throat, trying to pierce my throat and directly enter my esophagus.

The strong feeling of nausea made me retching and wanted to push Mike's thigh away, but my strength was of no use to him. His glans successfully broke through my throat and entered my esophagus. I could feel a bump on my neck, which was Mike's glans.

"Sun! You are really great. You are the most talented cockroach I have ever seen. Do you know that? After training, you may even be able to swallow my cock completely. No one else has been able to do it so far." Mike used his big black hands to touch his glans up and down across the skin of my neck. I could feel a thick liquid in my throat, which was the prostate fluid secreted by Mike's glans.

Different from the previous joy, a feeling of pride welled up from my heart. I couldn't help but smile. My brother, who was locked in the chastity lock, became hard again and filled the entire chastity lock.

"I think I'm going to be addicted to your throat!" After Mike finished speaking, he adjusted the direction of the glans with his fingers on my neck, and then raised his waist again, allowing the cock to push another three centimeters in. I had swallowed the almost 21 centimeters of the big black cock under Mike's crotch.

This time, I finally couldn't help it anymore!

The feeling of vomiting reached its peak, and streams of vomit poured out of the stomach, spurting upward.

But Mike’s cock was not only big, but also thick. 90% of the vomit couldn’t be vomited out at all, and was blocked back into my stomach by Mike’s cock. Some of the remaining 10% of the vomit flowed out of my mouth from the small gap between my throat and my cock, and the other part found its way into my trachea and flowed out of my nostrils, which meant that every breath I took would carry the smell of vomit, which was not a good sign.

"Fuck! The feeling of the contents of your stomach squirting out makes my glans feel so comfortable! It's indeed my airplane cup." Mike didn't mean to pity me at all. He just continued to use me as a tool in his crotch. He thrust my waist again and penetrated his cock. I could feel that there was only close to two centimeters in length left, and I could swallow all of Mike's cock. And I could already feel Mike's cock sticking into my chest in my esophagus.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. The strong smell of vomit in my nose made my stomach churn again and again, and then the vomit continued to spurt upwards. Although most of it was still blocked by Mike, a small amount of vomit flowed out of the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

No more...come out...spare me...save me...

I kept begging and surrendering to Mike, but all that came out of my throat was a whine, and all I got in return was a slap from Mike's big hand.

"Shut up, it's so noisy!"

The burning pain on my face made me close my mouth, but more tears flowed uncontrollably. I felt that as an upright man, I had not shed so many tears in a year. The last time I shed tears was probably the day my grandfather was cremated!

Mike looked at the bulging outline of the front of my chest, raised the corners of his mouth proudly, then grabbed my chin, and jerked my waist. My nose was pressed tightly against his huge, smelly scrotum, which meant that my throat had swallowed all of his 26 cm black cock.

"Huh... it's so damn comfortable. This is the first time I've seen such an easy-to-use airplane cup." Mike praised me again, but I was facing a life and death challenge.

My hands and feet were struggling and twitching unconsciously, and I could hardly breathe through my nose, which was 90% filled with vomit. Even the air I could breathe was the fishy smell emanating from Mike's scrotum. Urine flowed out of his cock uncontrollably, and he rolled his eyes, almost dying.

Yes, I almost passed out under Mike's crotch after swallowing Mike's cock completely.

But I said that Mike would never have any pity for me. He is a straight man and would only treat me as a tool. Underarm fans, tongue baths, foot pads and now airplane cups...

Mike began to pump his cock back and forth, occasionally withdrawing it from my throat to let me take a breath, then stuffed it into my esophagus, and inserted it into my neck and chest until it was close to my heart. Yes, after deepthroating Mike's cock completely, his glans reached as far as the right side of my heart. Even feeling the beating of my heart can bring pleasure to his cock and glans.

Mike laughed and commented on how my neck and chest bulged from the penetration of his cock, showing the outline of his black cock. But I had no intention of listening, I felt like I was going to die.

I couldn't think about when Lele would come back, nor when Mike would ejaculate. I could only use my body to keep feeling Mike's thrusts. It was just like what he said. I became a mindless airplane cup. The only value of survival in life was to please the cock in my mouth, which belonged to this black man Mike.

Now that you are an airplane cup, my brother is your whole world. I hope you can worship him in the right way! Nothing is more important than satisfying it. Even Lele is not as important to you as this younger brother.

What Mike said came to mind again. Yes, I can't think about anything about Lele now. The only thing I can do is to please this little brother in my mouth and let him ejaculate in my esophagus.

I don't know why, when this thought came to my mind, I felt that the pain in my body was relieved a lot, and even the penis leaking urine under my crotch became hard again in the chastity lock.

The feeling of the skin of Mike's black cock rubbing against my esophagus again and again, the fishy smell of Mike's scrotum constantly pouring into my nose, the vomit in my stomach being blocked by the cock again and again and the gagging reaction that gradually disappeared, and the hot and humiliating feeling from Mike's slaps on my face from time to time. All kinds of sensations were mixed together, and my cock ejaculated without touching it. Unlike normal ejaculation, the semen flowed out of my cock little by little, just like pee, but I really felt the pleasure of ejaculation.

Chapter 18 The Fall of Lele (Part 1)

I don’t know how long it took, but I felt Mike’s cock suddenly expand in my esophagus, and then countless amounts of semen shot into my esophagus from the gap in Mike’s glans.

Since it was ejaculated directly into my esophagus, I couldn't taste it, but I could feel its large amount and consistency. Because it gushed out for a very long time, a full three to five minutes, and it was so sticky that it got stuck in my esophagus and I couldn't flush it out at all.

Just when I felt that my esophagus was sticky and uncomfortable, I felt another liquid gushing out of Mike's glans. It was fishy and large, and it was his urine. He peed directly into my esophagus, helping me flush all the semen in my esophagus into my stomach. He had become more and more accustomed to using me as a urinal.

Different from the first time I drank urine, this time I had no way to dodge and resist his urine, because his glans was already in my esophagus, and I could only feel the spurt of his urine, constantly filling my stomach until it slowly bulged, filled with Mike's semen and urine.

I had completely lost ownership of my body, and when Mike pulled his brother out of my throat and asked me to lick up the remaining urine on his glans and the dirt on his cock, I obeyed without hesitation.

"Bitch, I'm very satisfied with you today!" Mike paused and continued: "But this is just the beginning. You will have more training to do in the future, and you will have more opportunities to continue to serve me."

"Yes, Master Mike." My eyes had lost their human focus, but my mouth answered uncontrollably, and tears continued to flow uncontrollably.

Then, Mike asked me to help him put on underwear, jeans and a white vest, then crawled behind him to the living room on all fours, put on socks and shoes for him, and after doing everything, he asked me to kiss the upper of his sneakers with my lips.

"I'm going back first. Lele is probably coming back soon. If you don't want to be discovered by her, just adjust yourself and clean up the mess." Mike walked to the door and said to me.

"Okay, Master Mike, please walk slowly." I said in a low voice.

"Ha!" Mike said no more and closed the door.

Seeing Mike leaving, I finally couldn't help it anymore and lay on the ground. My eyes instantly turned red, tears welled up in my eyes, and I started to cry loudly.

What am I doing?

What happened in the past few days is beyond my imagination.

Being able to buy this apartment at a young age, I can be considered a successful person in society and have a promising future. But facing this black man Mike, I was like a lewd bitch, a bastard, and a sexual tool, meeting all his demands and orders without daring to disobey him at all.

Even if he just uses me as a tool, it can't change the fact that I betrayed Lele. In my and Lele's room, I helped another man deepthroat and drink his semen and urine. Now I don't dare to face Lele's innocent eyes, and I don't even dare to tell her the truth.

When I returned to the room, I cleaned up all the traces left by Mike as quickly as possible, changed the urine-stained sheets and sheets and threw them in the washing machine for cleaning. Then I lay on the bed exhausted and fell asleep.

So tired...

After five hours with Mike, I was so tired...

I can't imagine this happening every day until Mike's renovations are completed and the air conditioning is installed. I thought my body would be overwhelmed.

What woke me up was the sound of Lele opening the door. I also heard her talking to someone at the door. The voice seemed a bit like Master Mike... No, it was Mike.

After they talked for almost ten minutes, Lele walked to the bedroom, looked at me lying on the bed, and asked worriedly: "Mike said you were sick and couldn't buy groceries in the afternoon. It seems more serious than I thought."

Sick? Yes, without Mike's excuse, I don't even know how to explain to Lele that I didn't go shopping.

"Yes, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable. I just took medicine and want to sleep some more." I answered vaguely. I don't like lying, but I don't know how to tell Lele the truth. What happened between Mike and I was too unacceptable.

"Then you have a good rest. Mike cooked a meal and invited us to go to his house for dinner tonight. I told him that if you feel uncomfortable, we will not go and go downstairs." Lele said.

I nodded.

Lele took out her mobile phone and dialed Mike's number: "Sorry, Mike, Zeyuan is still a little uncomfortable. Let's not go over for dinner tonight."

"Huh? I'm alone, so let's not go there. Zeyuan and I will go there together next time."

"Okay, I'll give him the phone."

Lele handed me the phone and said, "Mike said he had something to tell you." "Hello?" I said with some anxiety.

"Listen, bitch, I've already cooked dinner. If you don't want Lele to know about what's going on between us, let Lele come and have dinner with me alone tonight, do you understand?" Mike's voice left no room for doubt.

I swallowed softly: "Okay."

I hung up the phone, handed it to Lele, and said, "Mike has already cooked the rice. You can go over and eat."

"What about you?" Lele looked at me worriedly.

"I have no appetite, so I won't eat for now. If I'm hungry at night, you can cook some rice porridge for me."

Lele nodded: "Well, since Mike has already cooked it, it would be rude not to go there. I will go over and eat now. Eat it early and come back early to take care of you."

I nodded and said no more. I originally thought it was just an ordinary dinner, but I didn't expect that this dinner would be the first step for Lele to fall in love with Mike.

It was almost nine o'clock when I woke up. As soon as I picked up my phone and looked at the time, I heard the sound of the door opening. It was Lele coming back.

Lele didn't speak to me and went directly to the bathroom to take a shower. When she came out, she was wearing pajamas and had a faint blush on her face. She looked very seductive and I was stunned.

At this time, I suddenly realized something. My brother was still wearing a chastity lock. How could I explain this to Lele? Damn it, Mike didn't untie me.

"How was dinner? Why are you back so late?" I looked away and asked.

"Dinner...it's okay, Mike's rice is quite delicious..." I felt that Lele's tone of voice was a bit slow, which was different from her usual lively tone: "Husband, are you feeling better? Do you need me to cook rice porridge for you?"

"Me? I'm almost healed." I replied quickly, but my stomach was not hungry at all because it was filled with Mike's semen and urine. I continued: "There's no need for white rice porridge, I'm not hungry."

"Okay, then I'll rest first. I'm a little tired." After saying that, Lele lay next to me with his back to me. He didn't speak any more and seemed to fall asleep quickly.

It's so strange, Lele looks really abnormal.

Chapter 19 The Fall of Lele (Part 2)

It's been a sleepless night and I wonder what happened to Lele in Master Mike's...no, Mike's house. Damn, I have subconsciously called him Master Mike. How much does he frighten and scare me? I didn’t even dare to hug my beloved Lele from behind because I was afraid that she would notice the metal chastity lock on my crotch.

In the next few days, Mike still came to my apartment between one o'clock and five o'clock every day in the name of blowing on the air conditioner. Like a servant, I 'welcome' him respectfully and serve him in all his needs.

In addition to repeating everything I had done before, such as armpit electric fans, tongue baths, drinking urine, deep throating airplane cups, etc., there was also a new project. That was in the afternoon two days ago. After I finished the tongue bath service, Mike took out a dildo, which was almost twenty centimeters long and five centimeters thick. Although it is much smaller than Master Mike's size, it is also the second largest size I have ever seen.

"I'm straight, which means I will never fuck your asshole, but I still need to train your asshole to accept a larger cock, because you are a lowly yellow-skinned bitch. Now, lubricate it with your saliva and stuff it into your asshole." Mike placed the dildo in my hand and ordered.

"Please, Master Mike, please don't do this. I'm not gay and I don't like having things up my ass," I said pleadingly.

Mike looked at me coldly and spoke slowly: "Bitch, I know you will do everything I want. You only have five minutes to prepare now. In five minutes, if it doesn't enter your asshole, I will beat you up." Mike clenched his fists, showing off his strong muscles, with a threatening smile on his face.

I knew that if I didn't want to get beaten, I had to obey him.

I tremblingly took out a bottle of lubricant from the cabinet between me and Lele. This is the KY we usually use when having sex. I poured it into my hand, let KY soak my fingers, and then slowly inserted it into my ass.

I have used my fingers to lubricate Lele more than once, but this is the first time I have used my fingers to lubricate my asshole. This feeling is very strange. The feeling of a finger stuffed into my asshole gave me the desire to defecate, but I knew that this was just a normal physiological reaction.

"Hurry up, bitch! One minute has passed!" Mike said.

Damn bastard!

I quickly lubricated the second finger and tried to insert two fingers into my asshole. After finally entering, cold sweat broke out on my head. I couldn't believe how Lele's pussy accepted my cock. It was just the size of two fingers and it already made me feel uncomfortable.

"Two minutes left!" Mike's voice sounded again. Time is running out!

I quickly poured KY on my fake brother, then gritted my teeth, pointed the glans to my asshole, and stuffed it in hard.

"Hmm..." The discomfort coming from my posterior hole gave me goosebumps. This was my first time trying to put a foreign object in my asshole, and it was more uncomfortable than I imagined. I felt like the glans was trying to stretch and tear my asshole open, and it was so swollen that I couldn't help but want to pull it out.

Just when I was about to pull it out temporarily, rest for a while, and then insert it again, Mike kicked the back end of the dildo directly. After being kicked hard by Mike's big foot, the entire dildo was directly inserted into two-thirds of my anus.

"Ah!!!" I let out an astonishing scream. I felt like my back was torn apart, and some inexplicable liquid even flowed from my anus to my scrotum. I knew that I might have an anal fissure and bleed.

"Didn't you just go in directly? Why are you holding on? You're going to be beaten in one minute. Why don't you thank me for helping you avoid this beating?" Mike laughed.

I bit my lower lip and squeezed out the words from the corner of my mouth: "Thank you, Master Mike."

"Thank me for what?"

"Thank you Master Mike for helping me kick the dildo into my ass and saving me from a beating." I replied humiliatingly.

Mike laughed and said, "You're right, I'll reluctantly accept your thanks, and then give you a kick!" After saying that, Mike kicked the back end of the dildo again, and finally the whole dildo was kicked directly into my asshole.

The dildo, which was 20 centimeters long and 5 centimeters thick, was violently kicked into my ass by Mike, and the whole dildo was inserted into my anus. I could no longer feel the pain in my posterior acupoint, it was numb, but I could clearly tell that my anus was bleeding.

At this time, Mike suddenly touched my head and whispered: "Well done."

For some reason, Mike's words made my body tremble slightly. The grievance in my heart and the pain in my posterior acupoint seemed to have eased a lot at that moment.

"This is a reward for you. I know you guys like to eat men's brothers." Mike grabbed my hair and sat on the sofa, putting my head on his lap. In front of me was his huge cock that had already hardened.

"However, I have to add a condition. You need to hold the dildo behind your butt with your left hand, thrust your asshole back and forth, and eat the reward I give you with your mouth." Mike continued.

I didn't quite hear what Mike said because my eyes were already fascinated by the huge black brother in front of me. Mike had never let me give him a blowjob, and even the tongue bath was simply to cleanse the cleft of his foreskin of semen and urine. As for deep throating, that was basically using my throat and esophagus as an airplane cup, not oral sex between a man and a woman.

This was the first time that Mike, a straight man, agreed to let me give him a blowjob. I felt so happy that I even thought that the price of inserting a dildo into my ass was worth it for the opportunity to give a straight man a blowjob.

The smell of Mike's crotch was still so overbearing and pungent, full of strong hormonal smell. Today is still the sixth day that I have known Mike. Being in close contact with Mike every day, I no longer seem to reject this body odor. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t ejaculated in five days, but this strong private odor even aroused my sexual desire.

I took the initiative to wrap my lips around Mike's huge glans, and then licked the glans in my mouth bit by bit with my tongue. The glans is so plump and the smell is so fishy. This is the first time that Mike, a straight man, has given me oral sex. If I behave well and make him feel comfortable, will he let me do it often in the future?

I held Mike's glans in my mouth, moving my head back and forth, and trying my best to please Mike with my tongue. My lower body became hard in the chastity lock again and was filled with the lock. Mike's scoffing voice above me told me that he must have seen my brother's erection, which made me feel ashamed.

"Little slut, I know you guys like to eat men's younger brothers. But don't forget what you are doing with your left hand, otherwise I will take away your favorite snacks." Mike's joking voice sounded above my head again.

Chapter 20 Lele’s Fall (Part 2)

I could only follow Mike's request, use my left hand to move the dildo in my ass back and forth, and use my mouth to perform oral sex on Mike's cock. As my back hole slowly adapted to the size of the dildo, the stimulation brought by thrusting back and forth even made me moan in pain.

I felt like a bitch, using the dildo in my ass and giving Master Mike a blowjob with my mouth. Master Mike's brother was really big, and my mouth was filled with him all at once. I even drooled and licked his fishy scrotum with my tongue, teasing the balls filled with countless black semen.

I could feel the dildo in my back stimulating my prostate, yes, the G-spot in my ass. When making love with Lele, I would explore the G-spot in her pussy to bring her the greatest pleasure. This is the first time in my life that I feel the G-spot in my butt. No wonder Lele feels so comfortable every time. It turns out that the feeling of having the G-spot touched is really good.

Every contact between the dildo and the G-spot made me tremble all over, and my lower body also jumped countless times in the chastity lock. I really wanted to ask Master Mike to take out the key to unlock my chastity lock and let me cum once, but I knew this was just a wish.

Each thrust of the dildo made me more submissive to Master Mike, more grateful to serve the huge black cock in front of me, and to serve Master Mike's big black brother with the most humiliating blowjob.

I don’t know how long it took, but Master Mike suddenly grabbed my head and fucked me like he was using an airplane cup on the bedside. Different from the feeling of deep throating, this time my head was clamped between his two thick thighs. Master Mike thrust his waist up and again and again inserted the glans into my throat and into my esophagus, until my nose was tightly pressed against his thick pubic hair.

"Suck the smell of my pubic hair, and you will get the best reward!" Master Mike said loudly.

Without thinking about it, my body instinctively obeyed Master Mike's order and inhaled the smell of Master Mike's pubic hair through my nose. It was the strongest hormone brewed in the lower body of a black man after working under the sun all morning.

As I breathed out, Master Mike came. Different from deep throating, this time Master Mike withdrew his cock, leaving only the glans in my mouth. I could feel countless hot, sticky and fishy black semen shooting on my tongue, filling my taste buds. My mouth soon couldn't hold it anymore, so I could only swallow while continuing to store the reward Master Mike gave me.

"Gulu...Gulu..." Maybe I swallowed more than twenty strands of semen, maybe thirty or forty strands, and Master Mike finally ended his eruption. As he usually did after ejaculating in my throat, he slowly peed in my mouth and released the yellow urine that had a slight fishy smell of semen and a strong smell of urine after he ejaculated.

"Gulu...Gulu..." In the past few days, I have drank Mike's urine no less than ten times. I will not let the embarrassing scene of drinking urine for the first time happen again. Mike said that I was very talented at being his urinal. He told me that other yellow-skinned bitches adapted to drinking urine much slower than me, which made me feel slightly proud.

After peeing, I cleaned Mike's glans with my mouth and tongue, then slowly spit him out of my mouth. Only then did I realize that I didn’t know when I had ejaculated, and my semen was flowing all over the floor.

"Lick the dirt on the floor clean!" Mike spoke again.

I blushed, lowered my head to the ground, stuck out my tongue and licked my own semen on the ground bit by bit. After eating Mike's semen, I found that my own semen was really too thin and too little, not even one-tenth of Mike's. Can this semen really make Lele feel satisfied? I can't help but have some doubts.

When I finished licking the semen on the floor, the dildo training in my back hole was over. I didn't understand the point of Mike asking me to train my backside. Did he want to fuck me? Why would Mike, a straight man, have this idea? But I soon understood in the days that followed that he was not trying to use my posterior points for his own use at all...

In addition to adding a new back point training plan, the other procedures are the same every day. I found that I seemed to have gradually become accustomed to the feeling of being used by Mike, and I would even take the initiative to show Mike more despicable sentences and actions in an attempt to make him smile.

I told Mike my doubts, and Mike told me that this is a common problem among yellow-skinned low-born people. All yellow people have servility in their bodies and have penis worship. They will worship every real man who conquers their body and mind, that is, the black daddy. And now Mike is the black daddy who conquered my body and mind.

Yes, my name for Master Mike has become Hei Daddy. I have no right to call Mike this name. Hei Daddy is my greatest respect for Master Mike.

Today is the seventh day of getting to know Mike, and it is also Sunday, Lele’s holiday.

I haven't had sex with Lele for many days, but the strange thing is that Lele didn't take the initiative to ask for it from me. This is very confusing to me, because Lele and I usually have sex twice a week.

But after what happened today, my doubts will no longer exist. Yes, something big happened this Sunday, something big enough to change the relationship between me, Lele, and Black Daddy Mike.

After having a couple's lunch with Lele at home, while I was washing the dishes, Lele said that she was going to a nearby supermarket to buy some clothes. I originally wanted to go with her, but Lele said to wash the dishes first, and she would be back soon.

A few minutes after Lele left, there was a knock on the door.

"What's wrong? Is there anything you didn't take?" I asked as I opened the door.

What came into view was a huge figure, followed by a strong male hormone, which was the male body odor brewed by black people working in the sun all morning.

My nose twitched slightly, and I whispered with some embarrassment: "Hei... Hei Dad, are you coming over today too? Didn't I say it yesterday, Lele is at home today..."

"I know, so come to my place today! Although it's hard without air conditioning, at least it can be a little cooler if you are here." Mike showed a wicked smile.

I know what Mike means. Whether it's a human electric fan used to refresh his armpits or a tongue bath, it can bring a bit of coolness to Mike who is sweating profusely. I know that this is the only role that I, as a tool, can have in front of Black Daddy Mike.

The corners of my mouth raised slightly, and I hesitated: "But... Lele's side..." "It doesn't matter, I will explain it to her!" Mike said firmly.

Just when I was about to continue to refute, I saw a fierce look in Mike's eyes. He quickly shook his body, walked out of the door, closed the door, and said, "Okay, Hei Daddy, it's all up to you."

"Good!" Mike showed a satisfied smile, and his white teeth seemed to be brewing some conspiracy.

Chapter 21 The Green Slave in the Wardrobe (Part 1)

When I came to Mike's room, I consciously took off all my clothes, exposing my brother who was locked in the chastity lock on my crotch, and lay on the floor on all fours. This is Hei Daddy's rule. In front of him, I have no right to wear clothes or walk. I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but I feel that after being locked up for a week, my brother seems a little smaller than before...

What surprised me was that Hei Daddy didn't ask me to do any service. Instead, he went straight to the locker where the sex toys were placed and rummaged through it.

I suppressed my curiosity and crawled to Hei Daddy's feet. I gently put my nose near Hei Daddy's ankles wearing white sneakers and quietly breathed in the smell of Hei Daddy's feet. I don’t know since when, I no longer hate this strong smell. Maybe it’s because I smell Hei Daddy’s body every time I ejaculate. My body gradually acquiesces that this smelly body odor can make me go into heat.

"Found it!" Hei Daddy's voice came over my head. In his hand, he held two pairs of iron shackles connected together, one was handcuffs and the other was leg cuffs.

"This is a gift given to me by one of the gangsters in the prison when I left. It may come in handy for you today!" After saying that, Dad Hei asked me to put my hands behind my back and put on iron handcuffs and iron shackles. I found that because of the iron chain connected in the middle, I couldn't stand up or make any struggle. I could only swing left and right on the ground like a worm.

Then, Hei Daddy asked me to bite a pink round gag, and then tied it firmly behind my head. I found that I could no longer speak, and my saliva flowed uncontrollably from the gag to the ground. Hei Daddy only used one hand to lift my body, walked to his closet, and threw me in it.

"Next, watch the show obediently and don't make any noise, otherwise you will bear my anger!" Hei Daddy warned me condescendingly, and then closed the closet door.

I don’t know if Mike has washed the clothes in the closet, because it is full of Mike’s body odor and sweat smell. Smelling this strong odor, my lower body gradually reacted again. I discovered that there is this small gap in the closet, which allows me to see what is happening outside, but people outside cannot see me in the closet.

Going to the theater? What show are you watching? What on earth is Mike going to do? I'm puzzled.

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted my thinking. When Lele's voice came out, even in the stuffy closet filled with the smell of Mike, cold sweat broke out on my forehead and back.

"Have you bought it yet?" Mike's voice sounded along with the sound of the door closing.

Lele's voice was playful and a little bit complaining that I had never heard before: "I've bought it, you know? When I paid, the cashier looked at me funny for buying this kind of clothes."

"Hey, baby! Put it on quickly, I know you will be a good fit." Mike said eagerly.

Baby?

Mike calls Lele baby? What is going on?

My mentality was very strange. My first reaction was not that Mike was offending Lele, but that I was a little envious of Lele being called baby by Mike. You know, Mike only used me as a tool from beginning to end.

Why did Lele come here? What did she buy?

I watched silently as Lele took off her clothes, changed into black stockings and a Lolita skirt, and finally even put on false eyelashes and contact lenses.

I have to say that Lele is really beautiful after putting on makeup, the kind of beauty that belongs to young girls, but I don't like it at all. Because I like the most natural look of Lele.

"Oh my God! Baby, you are so beautiful!" Mike's compliments kept coming: "When I first saw you in the elevator, I knew you would look especially beautiful all dressed up!"

Lele seemed a little embarrassed, looking at the floor aside, and continued: "You said that as long as you agree to this condition, you will promise me to delete the video from that night and not tell Zeyuan..."

"Of course, baby Lele!" Mike took out his phone and showed several operations in front of Lele. I saw Lele breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a lot.

"Baby, you are so beautiful, I can't help it! Give your husband a kiss." Mike suddenly hugged Lele with his right hand and touched Lele's breasts with his left hand. Regardless of Lele's struggle, his huge lips were printed directly on Lele's mouth.

Lele's strength was in no way comparable to that of Mike. Even I couldn't see enough. Mike held her head and kissed her forcefully. I could even see Mike's tongue sticking into Lele's mouth, ravaging the fluid in Lele's mouth.

My eyes suddenly turned red. Even Mike, the black daddy, was not allowed to touch my Lele. Lele was my last line. I struggled desperately and tried to rush out of the closet, but I suddenly remembered that I was naked now, with handcuffs, leg shackles and a gag, and a chastity lock on my crotch. What would Lele think if she saw me now?

Not only that, even if I rushed out of the closet and saw Lele, I couldn't take Lele out of here with my hands and feet restrained. The worst result would be that both of us were severely beaten by Mike.

Thinking of this, I gradually gave up my plan to rush out of the closet. I could only grit my teeth in my heart and silently continue to look through the gaps in the closet. At this time, I discovered that the scene outside had changed again.

Lele's stockings were violently torn apart by Mike, leaving part of them on her legs and part of them scattered on the ground, which made them look even more tempting. Her Lolita clothes were also torn open with a large slit, exposing her body underneath.

I saw Mike licking the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of lust, which I had never seen before. Mike seemed to really like Lele in this outfit, and the intense excitement in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Don't..." Lele's soft whisper not only had no effect, but also aroused Mike's animal nature.

Mike unzipped his jeans and took out his huge black cock that reached to the sky from his crotch.

I was stunned!

Although Mike used my throat as an airplane cup many times and gave me oral sex many times, I had never seen Mike so hard and excited before. His prostatic fluid continuously poured out of the horse's eye opening, as if for free. I knew that he really liked Lele now.

My eyes turned red again, and the thought of rushing out of the closet came to me again. Because I know that if I don’t do something, my Lele will definitely be fucked by Mike!

I might be cuckolded by Mike!

Chapter 22 The Green Slave in the Wardrobe (Part 2)

Lele's body loomed in front of Mike, but it held a different kind of temptation.

Mike kissed Lele's lips again, then slowly pressed her down, making Lele squat on the ground, grabbed her hand and placed it on his hot and hard meat stick.

"Remember it? You loved it so much that night." Mike asked with a smile.

Lele pursed her lips slightly and said angrily, "It's not you who used it...well..."

Just as Lele was talking, Mike had already touched his glans to Lele's lips, touched Lele's wavy hair, and said in a gentle tone: "Baby, let's talk about it later. Now, serve your husband well, and he will bring you happiness."

I saw that Lele's eyes were a little blurry. Maybe she was disgusted by the smell of urine on her glans, or maybe she was smelled by the strong body odor from Mike's crotch. Her lower thighs subconsciously rubbed each other gently, but she still mechanically stuck out her tongue, like licking ice cream, and licked Mike's big black cock bit by bit.

Oh my God!

As I said before, Lele has never done oral sex for me, she thinks it is dirty. Even after I took a shower, she didn't want to take my cock. But now, she was licking another man's cock with her tongue, and it was still an unwashed cock that had been working all morning and had a strong black body odor.

I saw Mike change his angle slightly, which allowed me to see more clearly the process of Lele giving Mike oral sex. Mike's glans enjoyed the service of Lele's tongue, then stuffed it into Lele's mouth bit by bit, and then pulled it out. It was like teasing Lele's tongue, moving in and out of Lele's mouth. He even secretly glanced in the direction of the closet. He must have known that I was secretly watching Lele giving him a blowjob. Yes, he seemed to be showing off Lele's love for him in front of me.

After Lele sucked for nearly twenty minutes, Mike threw Lele on the sofa, then took off her underwear, pointed his cock at her pussy, and inserted it without hesitation.

I can't imagine that Mike would fuck Lele right in front of me. He always said he was straight and wanted women, but that was my girlfriend. Lele looked even more beautiful in this outfit. Maybe that was why Mike went after her.

I couldn't believe that Lele's pussy could accommodate Mike's cock without any lubrication. You know, even when we usually have sex, I have to help Lele expand for a long time, and I even have to insert my tongue into her pussy to help her expand before she is willing to let my cock fuck her.

But Mike didn't need any foreplay. It was like he was born with the ownership of Lele's pussy. He fucked her right in front of me without any lubrication or foreplay. I heard Lele's cry and felt very distressed.

Lele must be in pain! After all, with such a big cock, the first time I deepthroated it, I vomited countless times. And when I inserted a twenty centimeter dildo into my asshole, it also hurt terribly. Mike's cock was much bigger and thicker than the dildo.

Mike kissed Lele's lips lovingly, then put his other hand around Lele's waist and pushed his cock deeper into Lele's body little by little. Lele could only kiss Mike desperately, and even put her tongue into Mike's mouth, sucking the black man's smelly saliva to relieve the pain in his lower body.

Looking at Lele's body state without resistance, I knew it was definitely not the first time they had sex. What makes me most suspicious is when Lele went to Mike's house for dinner that day. Maybe that was the first time they had sex. What happened that night?

Unknowingly, Mike began to actively thrust his cock into Lele's pussy, one after the other. Lele's petite body was like a Barbie doll in his arms. His cock penetrated the deepest part of Lele's body again and again, which was a place that my sixteen-centimeter cock had never touched.

Lele's voice also changed from painful at the beginning to a lustful cry. It sounded better than any time I fucked her, and it made me feel so hard down there that I couldn't soften. I felt like I was going crazy. Looking at the scene of Mike fucking Lele, my whole body felt as hot as fire, and my lower body was constantly leaking prostate fluid. I felt like I was about to ejaculate.

How I wish it was me who was having fun on the sofa!

"Ah! So good! Fuck me...keep fucking me..."

Listening to Lele's moans, I felt my vision gradually blurring. Unknowingly, the picture in my mind's fantasy changed again. I want to know how much pleasure a strong moan is? Could Mike's cock really bring that much pleasure? Let Lele, who is usually sunny and cute, moan and scream like this.

Is it that comfortable?

I felt a strong curiosity in my heart. Does Mike's cock really feel so good to use? Makes you want to stop? Unfortunately, Mike never took me seriously, he just used me as a tool.

Mike's sex process was very rough. While he slapped Lele's ass with his huge black palm, making a crisp sound, he roughly inserted his lower body into Lele's pussy.

As far as I know, Lele has always hated rough sex, but now she is like a fucked-out slut, taking the initiative to bump Mike's lower body with her pussy, which fills me with jealous rage.

They had sex for nearly an hour. Under Mike's low hum and Lele's screams, countless thick semen was ejaculated into Lele's pussy. Only then did I realize that Mike was having sex with Lele without wearing a condom at all.

You know, for the health and safety of both of us, Lele and I will wear condoms every time we have sex. However, you may not be able to find Mac-sized condoms in convenience stores in China. Condoms that are 26 centimeters long and 6 centimeters thick need to be customized in a professional store!

On the sofa, Lele was lying in Mike's arms. Mike kissed Lele's lips, and his lower body was still inserted into Lele's body. I could see a bulge on Lele’s belly, which was Mike’s glans. Even after ejaculating, Mike still didn't soften inside Lele, and he might be ready for a second shot at any time.

Seeing Lele curled up in Mike's arms, looking so perfect as a little bird, I felt very sad. I feel like my Lele no longer belongs to me and has become the lover of black Mike. In fact, I could only do this, watching them have sex in the cracks of the closet, and I didn't even have the courage or strength to go out.

While touching Lele's breasts, Mike teased: "Is it more comfortable for that yellow-skinned monkey to fuck you, or for me to fuck you?"

"Don't say that about Zeyuan, he's not a yellow-skinned monkey." Lele retorted softly.

"Haha, okay, then do you prefer the grandson to fuck you or me to fuck you..." Mike continued to ask.

Lele hesitated for a while and said softly: "If we talk about making love, I have to admit that it is more comfortable to be with you. However, I don't like you. I love Zeyuan, and he is my favorite person. If you hadn't threatened me, I would not have sex with you at all." # Chapter 23 The Green Slave in the Wardrobe (Part 2)

"Oh? Really? Then why do you continue to let me fuck you? Hasn't that bitch fucked you these past few days? When I fucked you last time, didn't you say you two would have sex twice a week?" Mike continued to ask.

Lele hesitated for a moment and continued: "No, we haven't had sex these days. Maybe Zeyuan was sick and uncomfortable a few days ago, so he has no sexual desire... Oops..."

I gritted my teeth. It wasn't that I was sick and I had no desire at all. It was because my dick was locked by Mike's chastity lock and I couldn't have sex. But I didn’t dare to tell Lele that I didn’t want Lele to know that I had done such a despicable thing in front of Mike. I even felt that what Mike and I did was more unacceptable than her affair with Mike.

"Oh...why are you...hard again?" Lele's voice was trembling.

Mike curled up his lips and lay on the sofa holding the back of his head: "I'm not that useless yellow-skinned bitch who can't do anything after one shot. Baby, let's start the second game. This time I lie down and let you take the initiative!"

I saw Lele sitting on Mike's lap, with a red face, slowly standing up as if riding a horse, then sitting down again, raising her buttocks up and down, her breasts shaking up and down, like a dissatisfied prostitute.

"You like my cock, don't you, baby?" Mike glanced at the closet from the corner of his eyes and asked me while looking at me.

"Yes, I like it... He's great, big and comfortable..." Lele blushed and moved her butt up and down even more.

"You like my big black cock better than your husband's cock, right?" Mike continued to ask.

Lele didn't hesitate at all: "Yes, your big black cock is great! Much better than my husband! He has never made me feel so comfortable, and he can't penetrate you so deep."

"Haha! Who would you rather fuck you? Me or that yellow-skinned bitch?"

"I love it when you fuck me, and I love being fucked by you even more!"

"Haha, baby who likes to be fucked by me, whose thing are you?" "I'm your thing, Mike, you own me!"

Lele's words were like poisonous needles, pricking my heart one by one, making my chest feel heavy and about to vomit. I can’t imagine why my favorite Lele would look like this because of a cock. Is this black cock really that comfortable? She obviously still loves me in her heart, but she likes this big black cock even more.

Lele ran out of energy after riding the horse for more than ten minutes. Mike once again took the initiative, using the riding posture, pressing on Lele's back, and under Lele's moans, fucked into Lele's body again and again, and then spurted out countless semen in Lele's body again and again.

Mike pulled out his cock from Lele's vagina, then picked up one of his blackened smelly socks from the ground, and stuffed it into Lele's vagina before the semen flowed out.

"You make me so dirty every time, and you can't take a shower here, so I have to sneak back to take a shower for fear of being discovered by Zeyuan." Lele complained while getting dressed.

"Hey! What if your grandson finds out? Maybe he can't help but pull out my socks from your vagina and suck my semen from your vagina to eat!" Mike teased.

"Bah! Zeyuan wouldn't do such a disgusting thing. Only you can think of it." Lele put on her clothes and rolled her eyes at Mike.

"Baby, I look forward to meeting you next time." Before leaving, Mike gave Lele a big hug. To my surprise, Lele not only did not resist, but also hugged Mike from behind and put her face against his smelly chest to breathe.

After Lele left, Mike walked to the closet naked, swinging his big cock that had been ejaculated twice, opened the closet, and showed me a condescending smile with white teeth: "Bitch, is the show I prepared for you good? Hey, it seems you like it very much! There is so much juice flowing out of the chastity lock."

"Woo... Wuwu..." With the gag on my mouth, I could only scream excitedly. I asked Mike why he attacked my Lele, but he didn’t understand at all and didn’t care about my question.

"I forgot you were wearing a gag, and I don't understand what you said, haha! If you want to talk, please wait. I've been fucking my pussy for so long and now I need to urinate urgently. Let me urinate first!" After saying that, Mike grabbed my hair and stuffed the cock that had been fucked in Lele's vagina for nearly two hours into my mouth with the gag ring.

I could feel that in addition to the fishy smell of semen, the cock in my mouth also had the smell of Lele's vagina, which made me want to spit it out, but I couldn't do it with the gag on.

Urine soon spurted out of Mike's glans, and I could only keep swallowing the fishy liquid in my mouth. I shed tears and realized who I was again. I am just a urinal in front of Mike, and being used by Mike like a urinal is my only value. My belly soon swelled again and Mike peed a lot, after not having peed in over two hours.

"Remember what I said, you are a natural urinal! Now I am more convinced of this idea. Come, clean up all the dirt left by your wife on my cock. This is the responsibility of Lele's husband." Mike took off the gag in my mouth and asked me to use my mouth to clean the cock he had fucked Lele for more than two hours.

After drinking Mike's urine for nearly three minutes, I no longer had any thoughts of being angry with him anymore. Just like what he said, neither I nor Lele seemed to resist these relationships with him. The current situation is that neither Lele nor I want the other party to know our current situation, but on the other hand, we do not object to continuing to get along with Mike.

Seeing that I didn't say a word, I just held his cock obediently with my tongue and cleaned the dirt left by Lele on the big black dick, Mike was a little surprised: "Aren't you angry? Don't you have anything to say to me? What I just did to Lele was cuckolding you."

"What can I say? Since Lele likes your cock more, what can I say? Besides, what I am doing now is even more despicable than Lele, so what reason do I have to be angry with Lele?" I said dejectedly.

"Haha!" Mike seemed to be amused by me and laughed loudly: "Sun, you are really interesting! I have seen many yellow-skinned bitches, but this is the first time I have seen such an interesting yellow-skinned bitch and cuckold turtle slave like you!"

Listening to the rough words in Mike's mouth, I couldn't get angry at all. He is right, I am indeed like a cuckold turtle slave now. My wife was fucked in the vagina by Mike, and I drank Mike's urine that he had been holding back for two hours afterwards. I even stick out my tongue to clean up the dirt that Lele left on Mike's cock. Even though I didn’t hate this behavior, I was still a little envious and curious about the big black cock that impressed Lele.

"Yes, Hei Daddy, you are right, I am just a yellow-skinned bitch, a cuckold turtle slave!" I showed a big smile, but tears flowed from the corners of my eyes uncontrollably.

Chapter 24 The warmth between the two

Back in the apartment, I heard the sound of water running from the toilet, and I knew Lele was taking a bath in the shower room. I took a deep breath, opened the toilet door, and saw Lele washing her body in the shower room.

Lele and I have lived together for many years, and we don’t have the habit of locking the door and taking a bath, because we can already see everything clearly and there is no need to cover it up. Lele obviously didn't expect me to open the door suddenly, her body trembled and she was startled.

"Lele, I have something to tell you." I made an important decision in my heart.

Although Lele felt a little uneasy about what I wanted to say, she nodded: "What's the matter?"

I slowly took off my pants and underwear, revealing my penis with the chastity lock on my lower body, and continued: "Didn't I get sick a few days ago? I went to see a doctor. The doctor said that I might have overindulged and asked me to abstain from sex for a period of time. But you know, when you are around me, I can't help my desire at all, so I had to buy a chastity lock to lock myself up. Isn't there no sex this week? It's the same reason."

I didn't like the lack of sex affecting my relationship with Lele, so I had to make up this story and find a reasonable excuse for the chastity lock.

"So that's it! You told me earlier!" Lele seemed relieved and continued: "Just tell me directly, I'm not that hungry. But it's time for you to abstain from sex. You thought you were sick from overindulgence. Why don't you go to the market to buy a duck now? I'll stew a pot of ginseng and duck soup tonight to replenish your appetite."

"Okay..." Through the glass cover, I saw the smelly socks looming in Lele's vagina. I nodded sadly and left the shower room.

At night, after eating the ginseng and duck soup stewed by Lele, I felt that my body was inexplicably hot. yes! I had no symptoms of overindulgence to begin with, and I even wore a chastity lock and was unable to release my sexual desire. The ginseng and duck soup's effect of replenishing yang energy actually made my sexual desire more abundant.

"Lele, I love you." Without the worry of the chastity lock being discovered, I hugged Lele from behind as usual, with my lower body pressed against Lele's butt, and kissed Lele's neck with my mouth. I also touched Lele's delicate and cute little nipples and kneaded them gently.

"Husband, don't make trouble, the doctor asked you to abstain from sexual intercourse..."

I rolled my eyes and retorted: "The doctor asked me to indulge, but he doesn't want you to indulge. Although I can't fuck my baby, I can still satisfy your desires. Come on, give me a few bites of your little nipples."

After saying that, I took off Lele's pajamas and pajamas, kissed Lele's nipples with my lips, then stuck out my tongue and licked it gently, making Lele moan continuously.

Lele's nipples are very sensitive, and she screams in pleasure every time I lick them. I am very happy in my heart. This is the secret between me and Lele, and only I can bring this kind of happiness to Lele. Mike only likes to rub Lele's chest with his hands. He doesn't really care about Lele at all.

My other hand touched Lele's vagina. Her vagina was white and tender, and water flowed out at the slightest touch, full of feminine charm. I have always praised her as a natural beauty.

Under my licking, Lele's body had become slightly hot, her face was flushed with heat, and her vagina was even more wet, dripping with semen. I know that Lele has entered a state of estrus. yes! Maybe Mike didn't regard Lele as a woman who needed to be treated gently, so he didn't help Lele reach climax at all. Although she was fucked by Mike, she still didn't release the sexual desire in her body.

"Baby, are you comfortable?" I asked softly.

Lele blushed and nodded: "It's so comfortable, hubby, you are so bad... You can clearly touch the sensitive points of my body..."

"Hey, there's something more comfortable!" After saying that, I took off Lele's underwear, took Lele's vagina into my mouth and licked it up and down.

"Ah... that place is very dirty..." Lele always felt that the vagina was dirty and could not be placed in her mouth. This was why she never gave me a blowjob.

But for me, I don't mind at all, I love everything about Lele.

After licking for a while, I felt Lele's body getting hotter and hotter, and I knew it was time to give her some new stimulation.

"Baby, in order to make up for not being able to fuck you during this period, today I want you to try a way of pleasure that you have never tried before." After that, I asked Lele to lie on his side, while I lay in front of Lele's butt, and continued to caress Lele's vagina with my other hand.

I looked at Lele's red vagina and felt a little distressed. Mike was so ignorant that he made Lele's tender and pink pussy red and swollen. It was too much! I usually fuck it gently and gently after doing enough foreplay, for fear of hurting it.

I stuck out my tongue and gently licked Lele's vaginal opening. Lele's body shook violently and she let out a weak cry: "Goodbye, Zeyuan, it's dirty there..."

"My Lele is not dirty at all!" I chuckled, licking Lele's pubic hair harder and stroking Lele's vagina with my hands. I could feel that Lele was very happy, her pussy was dripping wet, and it seemed that she might reach orgasm at any time.

I don’t know if it was my imagination, but I actually smelled the smell of Mike’s feet and semen on Lele’s vagina. At this time, I suddenly realized that in the afternoon, Lele’s vagina was not only ejaculated twice by Mike, but also tightly stuffed with his smelly socks.

Damn...

The smell of Mike's feet and semen actually made my lower body react, and it was tightly bound to the cage, which was extremely painful. Maybe I smelled it too much. I didn't expect that I would become so sensitive to Mike's body odor. Whether it was the smell of feet at the vaginal opening or the smell of black semen coming from inside, I was slightly intoxicated.

The feeling of sexual desire made me lick Lele's vagina even harder, and even inserted my tongue into Lele's vagina, just to feel more of Mike's foot odor and sperm odor.

Lele finally reached her limit, and streams of semen spurted out from her vagina. Most of it flowed on the palm of my hand, and some of it flowed on the sheets.

"Stop licking, Zeyuan, go rinse your mouth quickly..." Lele felt that I was still licking her vagina, and even had my tongue thrusting back and forth into her vagina, so she quickly stopped her.

I had no choice but to reluctantly leave Lele's vagina with my tongue, ending this special couple interaction. After cleaning up the mess, the exhausted Lele quickly fell asleep, but I stared at the ceiling blankly, unable to sleep.

What happened today made me think that I need to reorganize the relationship between myself, Lele and Mike. There is no doubt that Lele and I are still husband and wife, and we love each other deeply.

Lele and Mike are considered sex partners, that is, the relationship between sex partners. Mike is a straight man who is full of desire for Lele. He likes her body, which makes him very excited. Lele liked the pleasure and climax that Mike's huge black cock brought to her body. It was purely a physical thing.

As for the relationship between me and Mike, I think it should be the relationship between master and tool. Compared to his love for Lele, Mike has always been very strict with me and even used me like a tool. Armpit sniffing, tongue baths, urinals, foot pads, being in the closet like a cuckold, watching Lele having sex with him, all the while developing the bottom line of what I can do. And I...my heart was afraid of Mike coming out of prison, and my body was afraid of being beaten by Mike, which led me to unconditionally obey all his excessive demands. But what makes me strange is that my ability to adapt seems to be very strong, and I am gradually accepting the tool identity that Mike has given me, and even gradually starting to get used to them...

Chapter 25 The Game of Black Dads (Part 1)

The knock on the door rang in my ears on time. After checking the time, I was already prepared near the door and opened the door as quickly as possible. The first thing I felt was still the strong black male body odor in the air, raging domineeringly through my nasal cavity and entering my lungs.

The next thing that came into view was the nearly two-meter-strong black daddy Mike. He was still wearing the familiar white vest, jeans and sneakers today. The difference was that he had a white box in his hand. I could see that inside the box were square objects, which were the quintessence of China - Mahjong.

"Hei Daddy, please come in!" Like a lowly servant, I lowered my head and invited Mike to enter my apartment.

Mike ignored my actions and walked in carelessly, put the mahjong box on the table in front of the sofa, and then sat down on the sofa: "Damn, it's so hot today! Bitch, get me two bottles of beer, and then come over and suck the heat out of my armpits."

"Yes! Hei Daddy!" I quickly closed the door, grabbed the beer from the refrigerator as quickly as possible, opened the lid and handed it to Mike. Then he half-squatted on the sofa, put his nose close to Mike's hairy armpits, and put his nose directly on the sweaty armpit hair, breathing in the stinky smell of Mike's armpits.

As I said before, I'm used to being used by Mike, and I'm even used to all the stinky smells on Mike's body. Even now, breathing in the foul smell of Mike's armpit sweat, my cock can't help but swell inside the chastity lock.

Mike was holding a beer in one hand, sipping it, and holding the back of his head with the other hand, making it easier for me to use my nose as an electric fan to breathe in every inch of his armpits.

"Bitch, I have something to tell you. This afternoon, I am going to play mahjong with three of my friends at your house. My friends are already on their way over. By the way, they are all black like me, and they are also your black father. You need to provide services and wait for us while we play mahjong."

You actually have to serve other black people? And three strange black men?

My body trembled slightly, and I was about to lift my nose and mouth away from Mike's armpit to say something, but Mike held the back of my head and used my face like a rag to wipe the smelly sweat from his armpit while continuing: "You have no right to argue, you can only obey. You need to play the role of an obedient little boy, no matter who gives the order, you need to obey."

The doorbell rang soon, and Mike smiled and asked me to open the door using the method he just taught me.

I opened the door with a blushing face and saw three very tall, rough black men like Mike, who smelled of strong male hormones, standing at my door.

"Welcome black daddies to this mahjong party. My name is Sun, you can also call me a yellow-skinned bitch. I am your servant today. If you have any needs, please tell me. "I bent down and said in the most respectful tone.

The three tall black dads all smiled and stepped into my house with their shoes on. When one of the naughty dads passed by me, he even grabbed my butt with his big hands, causing my butt to hurt.

Master Mike seemed to be very familiar with the other black dads. He first hugged each other and said hello, and then chatted happily in their unique African dialect. During this period, a relatively strong black dad pointed at me and said something I couldn’t understand.

When they sat down at the four corners of the table and were about to play mahjong, I quickly brought drinks and snacks from the kitchen, which were all prepared in advance. It is worth mentioning that the black dad who just grabbed my butt grabbed my butt again. Only then did I have the courage to secretly take a look at the appearance of the three new black dads.

I don't know their names, I can only identify them by their code names. First, there was the black daddy who loved to scratch my butt. He was shorter than Mike, but stronger, probably weighing more than 200 pounds, but his body was full of strong muscles and a lot of black hair that represented male hormones. I called him the strong bear black daddy in my heart.

The second black daddy has many little dreadlocks on his head and is very handsome. Among black people, he can be considered as handsome as a star. Even so, he is still stronger than me. What attracted my attention even more was the big bulge under his crotch, which was bulging even in his pants. It seemed very big. I called him the black daddy with dreadlocks in my heart.

The third black daddy had many tattoos with unknown meanings on his body. He had no hair on his head, but his whole person exuded unrivaled domineering and murderous aura, which made me feel very dangerous. Just a look in his face almost scared me to the point of peeing. I called him the tattooed black daddy in my heart.

As Mike announced the start of the game, I discovered that they were playing Fuzhou Mahjong. This mahjong is a tradition in my hometown, and I played it well. However, I didn't expect that as a Z-country person, I would actually watch four black people playing mahjong in front of me. This weird feeling made me unable to recover for a long time.

Master Mike told them that after they cheated, they could let me wait under the table for a round. And the final winner of this mahjong game can play any ‘game’ he wants with me for an hour.

The first person to serve was Master Mike. He made me kneel under the table as his footrest, and then stepped on my face with one smelly foot and the other on my stomach.

"Hu!" The dirty-braided black dad got the first kill.

Mike crushed my face hard with the sole of his foot and cursed: "Damn it, I just listened to the cards!"

So, I came under the table of the dirty black daddy. The black daddy with dreadlocks touched my head, then spit on my face with a smile.

My face turned slightly red. I found that the black daddy with dreadlocks looked really good-looking when he smiled. He was only a little bit worse than Lele. At least I was a little moved by what I saw. But I knew that I had to eat the phlegm on my face. I scraped the yellow phlegm on my face with my fingers and ate it into my stomach bit by bit.

"I just held my pee in, and I heard that you have a bitch in your family who can be used as a urinal." The black daddy with the dreadlocks said to Mike while playing mahjong.

Mike kicked my butt: "Use whatever you want, you win this game anyway, you have the final say."

I swallowed lightly. Am I going to drink the urine of the black man I met for the first time? I hesitated in my heart, but Mike's majesty prevented me from disobeying his order.

I gently unzipped the crotch of the dirty black daddy’s pants with my hands and took out his black dick. Oh my God! It's so big. This cock is so big that it doesn't match the figure of the black daddy with dreadlocks. I feel like it's almost as big as Mike.

Compared to the extremely strong black body odor of black daddy, the smell of the private parts of black daddy with dreadlocks makes me feel slightly better, but it still has a stronger fishy smell than mine. I opened my mouth and aimed the dirty black daddy's glans at my mouth. Soon, he started peeing into my mouth.

Gulu...Gulu...

Although this was not my first time drinking urine, maybe it was because I was used to the strong fishy smell of Mike’s urine, but suddenly drinking other people’s urine made me feel uncomfortable and made me want to vomit. Fortunately, my fear of Mike still made me endure nausea and drink the whole thing, but after drinking it, I kept lying on the ground and retching, feeling that my bile was about to vomit out.

"Your urinal is not very easy to use! Thirty thousand!" The black daddy with the dreadlocks said teasingly as he looked at me lying on the ground retching.

"Bang!" Mike took the mahjong and continued: "Erbing! It's pretty good when I use it. Maybe it's because your pee is so sexy, haha!"

"Damn! Your urine is much sexier than mine!" the black daddy with dreadlocks retorted.

Chapter 26 The Game of Black Dads (Part 2)

"Hu! Haha, it's my turn this time!" This time it was the strong bear and black father who spoke.

"You little bastard, come here and suck your cock for me. Damn, you look so horny, I'm so excited." After saying that, the strong bear daddy took out the erect black cock from his crotch, and there was still prostate fluid on the glans.

I obediently crawled to the feet of Strong Bear Black Daddy and slowly moved my head closer to his crotch. Then, I was so smoked that I felt like vomiting again. The smell of Strong Bear Black Daddy’s crotch is so stinky! Perhaps because of the large amount of hair on his body and the over 200 kilograms of muscle, this black male odor was even stronger than Mike's and made me cry. If I hadn't been used to the body odor of Mike the Black Daddy, and suddenly smelled the body odor of the Strong Bear Hei Daddy, I would have fainted directly.

Strong Bear Hei Daddy's cock is the same as his body type, not long, but very thick.

Holding my breath, I put my head to the crotch of Strong Bear Hei Daddy, took his glans into my mouth, licked the smell on it bit by bit with my tongue, and then moved my head back and forth to give him oral sex.

It really stinks. If Mike's stink is full of male hormones, Strong Bear Black Daddy's stink is the kind of thick body odor that only muscular men and hairy men have.

"BEAR, this guy just likes to play with Asian men like this, bitch, pray he doesn't win the game, otherwise he will fuck your asshole for an hour!" The black daddy with the dreadlocks kicked my ass and said with a smile.

Bear? BEAR, is this the name of Strong Bear and Black Daddy? Very vivid!

Wait, what did he say? Bell also likes men? And you also like to fuck Asian men? But I only like women! I don't want to be fucked by a man. I can only silently pray in my heart that Bell does not win.

After nearly four minutes of oral sex, Mike went crazy, and I once again lay at Mike's feet as a footrest. Mike no longer needs to use this game to play with me, because he uses me as a tool every day. As for me, this time he just used it as a gimmick and reward for this mahjong game!

Next, I kept waiting back and forth under the desks of Mike, Bell and PRINCE.

PRINCE, prince, this is the name of the black dad with dreadlocks. Indeed, he looked as noble and handsome as a black prince. If we just talk about appearance, among the four black dads, Prince is my favorite.

Maybe it was because the tattooed black daddy was a little unlucky. After nearly four rounds, he didn't even make a fool once. After playing mahjong for nearly two hours, the winner in the end was Bear, the strong bear who I least wanted to face.

"You know, I only like women..." I whispered in Mike's ear.

But he didn't seem to hear me and said to Bell: "The prize is yours. You can take him to the room to do anything, but he will come out in an hour."

Bell's arms full of excitement wrapped around my neck, and under my desperate eyes, he dragged me into my Lele's bedroom, and then closed the door. Bell threw me on the bed, then took off all his clothes within ten seconds, and stood naked in front of me.

Gulu...

I was stunned. This was the first time I saw another black person’s body in reality, except Mike.

Bell's height is only about 190cm, which is shorter than the two-meter-long Mike, but his body is more muscular and more muscular than Mike. He is really just like his name, he is a strong bear, and a hairy strong bear.

Yes, a hairy, strong bear! Bell has a lot of body hair, and the hair on his chest, armpits, lower abdomen, hands and feet is very thick, but it adds a bit of masculinity. Originally, I was indifferent to this type of strong man, but for some reason, since his original bloodline was black, my eyes were deeply attracted to him.

"Are you stunned? Yellow-skinned bastard, I just like your seductive look!" Bell stepped directly onto the big bed where Lele and I were, and slapped my butt hard, making a loud and clear sound. I could imagine that my butt must have turned red and left a slap mark.

"Have you ever seen a bitch being fucked? Like a bitch that needs to be fucked, stick your butt up high for me!" Bell inherited the unique roughness of black people, which actually made me more obedient. I know that the only punishment for disobeying black people is to be beaten. Such a strong black bear is simply not something that Asians can beat.

I raised my butt high, like a bitch that Bell said needed to be fucked, but I still said: "I'm sorry, Black Daddy, I only like women, and I have always been in the role of fucking women."

"Hey! That's better. I like to fuck you yellow-skinned straight bitches. Their assholes are tighter than those gays, and they feel better when fucked." I didn't know that my words aroused Bell's sexual desire even more. He spit on his fingers, and then directly inserted two fingers covered with sticky phlegm into my asshole.

"Isn't it easy to get in? Have you really never been fucked before?" Bell's fingers moved in and out of my body, making me feel strong discomfort and pain.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Master Mike usually lets me use a dildo for anal expansion exercises."

"Haha, he thought well! As a straight man, he doesn't need your ass, so he will let you practice it in advance, and then let you sell your ass to him to make money." Bell's words made me feel cold. Is this really what Mike thinks? He wants me to sell my ass to make money for him?

Indeed, it is not impossible that Mike just used me as a tool. Because of Bell's words, I became deeply suspicious of Mike.

While expanding my asshole with his fingers, Bell grabbed my head, pushed it into his crotch, and said, "Wet it with your saliva, and it will be inserted into your ass. If it is not lubricated well, it will be injured."

"I have lube..." I said quickly.

"I don't like using that kind of stuff. It's sticky and disgusting. It's more comfortable to lubricate it with the saliva of you bitches." Bell's words revealed a non-negotiable tone.

I resignedly wet Bell's cock back and forth with my saliva. Although his cock was not as long as Mike's, it was really thick. I felt it was twice as thick as mine. I felt like I would be fucked to death by him.

Finally, Bell came up behind me, spread my buttocks, lifted my waist, and stuffed the glans into my asshole. I could feel that my anal sphincter had received an unprecedented challenge.

I raised my buttocks, squirmed my body and moaned, begging him to stop, but out of fear, I still didn't dare to change the position of raising my buttocks.

After more than a minute of stalemate, his glans was finally inserted into my anus. When all of his glans entered my body, I let out a heartbreaking moan. I never thought it would hurt so much. I usually have sex with Lele and she seems to be quite happy. I didn’t expect it to hurt so much when being fucked by a man.

Chapter 27 The Game of Black Dads (Part 2)

No, maybe it only hurts so much when being fucked by a black daddy with a big cock. My small cock doesn’t make Lele feel any pain at all.

Bear continued to push more of his cock into me. I had never felt my asshole so sore and full, but I found that the more I moaned and screamed, the more excited Bear became, the harder it got down there, and the harder it penetrated my asshole.

Finally, he entered my ass smoothly and began to thrust back and forth. The intensity of Bell's sex was much rougher than the intensity of sex I usually had with Lele. His lower body penetrated into my body as if lifeless, and he fucked me like a pile driver again and again for almost twenty minutes.

My hands and feet felt soft, and the back of my butt seemed to have gradually adapted to the thickness of Bell's cock, and even began to produce some tingling pleasure, allowing my cock to gradually fill the entire chastity lock from its weak state.

Finally, Bell pulled out his cock.

Just when I thought Belle had ejaculated in my ass and the sex was over, I realized how naive I had been. Bell just wanted to change his position. He sat on the bed with his head in his arms, pointed at the wet cock under his crotch, and said: "Bitch, sit on my cock and move until I ejaculate."

Under Bell's strong thrusts, my body had become very weak and I couldn't use any strength, but I knew that I couldn't disobey the order of the man in front of me, so I could only obey his request. I climbed on top of Bell, grabbed his thick cock, pointed it at my anus, and slowly sat down.

Bell seemed to notice my hesitation, grabbed my butt, lifted my waist, and directly inserted the entire cock into my anus. The intense pain made me struggle desperately to get up, but Bell locked my limbs with his thick thighs, calves and arms, allowing his lower body to fit perfectly into my asshole, until there was no gap at all.

Bell soon began to thrust his waist forward, and my body kept breaking out in cold sweat. I felt as if my anus was torn apart, but I couldn't break free from Bell's restraints, so I could only let Bell thrust.

After nearly five minutes of thrusting, Bell spoke: "I've already fucked your back, move it yourself, like riding a horse!"

I nodded, like a slutty bitch, sitting on Bell's cock, rocking up and down, just wanting him to cum as soon as possible and end the sex. I moaned in pain as I used my ass against his cock, while Bell played with the cage of the chastity lock on my crotch with his hands.

"Your little dick is quite cute, but I don't know that you can still fuck women." Bell said teasingly.

I gritted my teeth. In front of Bell, my words were not as polite as Mike's. I mustered up the courage to fight back: "Can't you tell? Why don't you give it a try and let me fuck you? You will know if I can fuck a woman!"

"Haha! You're so funny! No bitch I've met before dared to talk to me like this. This bastard Mike really found a treasure!" After saying that, Bell started to straighten his waist again, matching my sitting and standing postures, and fucked my asshole harder.

"Keep working harder, I'm about to cum!" Bell's cock sank into my anus again and again, and I worked harder to cooperate with his cock and sit down until there was no gap between my ass and his thigh.

I found that as I actively cooperated again and again and Bell thrust harder and harder, although my cock was not fully erect, I had the feeling of wanting to ejaculate and climax. After this feeling appeared, it became uncontrollably stronger and stronger.

I know that this situation is called prostate orgasm, also called ejaculation. I blushed when I thought that as a straight man, I might be fucked and ejaculated by Bell.

Bell's speed became faster and faster, making a snapping sound like a pile driver, and then he suddenly plunged his cock into the deepest part of my asshole, pressing my lower abdomen, and countless black men's semen hit my intestines. At the same time, I found that my cock was also leaking semen uncontrollably, and I was fucked until I climaxed and ejaculated.

It took two or three minutes for Bell to finish his ejaculation. He looked at the soaked sheets on my body and mocked: "I have fucked many straight men, but I have never seen a straight man get fucked and ejaculated by another man's cock! Hahaha! Your body must like my black cock very much!"

Bell pulled out the black cock from my back hole, then took off the two black socks under his feet, kneaded them into a ball, and stuffed them into my asshole: "Absorb my black man's semen, and you will become more of a man. Now, clean it up."

After saying that, Bell pulled my head and put me on his lap. It was obvious that he wanted me to use my mouth to clean off the sticky, wet vagina he had just fucked in my ass.

I had no other choice, so I took the softened black cock into my mouth and used my tongue to clean the water and dirt on it. It wasn't until I licked his cock clean with my mouth that I realized that his cock was already semi-hard after ejaculation, and it seemed that he could have another shot at any time.

I was shocked. Are all black people’s sexual abilities so strong? We Asians go into sage mode after we cum, and we have to wait at least for a short while to recover.

Like a little daughter-in-law, I followed Black Daddy Bell back to the living room naked. Bell told the three other black daddies in the living room how he fucked me as a straight man and they laughed, which made me even more ashamed.

After sending the three black dads off respectfully, Mike and I were the only ones left in the apartment. Looking at the clock on the wall, Lele was almost back. Did Mike specifically choose to end the party before Lele came back?

"My performance today is quite remarkable, don't embarrass me." Mike patted my shoulder and said with a smile.

I nodded gently, feeling a little aggrieved. Black Daddy Bell's words made me have to be more defensive about Mike. If he really wanted me to use a dildo to enlarge my anus because he wanted me to sell my ass to make money for him, I would definitely fight him tooth and nail.

"Okay, before I leave, I still need to use my urinal. It's all because of Bell's procrastination that it made me hold it in all afternoon." After arranging the mahjong on the table, Mike said to me while carrying the mahjong box.

I didn't say anything, I just knelt obediently on Mike's crotch, took out his cock, and opened my mouth wide.

The smelly urine gushed out from Mike's cock and went straight into my mouth. I swallowed Mike's urine quickly, like a qualified urinal. No urine leaked to the ground, and I didn't feel any nausea. I found myself completely accustomed to drinking Mike's urine, even though his urine was fishier than Prince's.

"Isn't this a good job? I've always thought that you have a talent for being a urinal. Why did you feel like vomiting just now?" Mike asked in confusion.

"I don't know, maybe it's the first time I drank Prince Hei's urine and I'm not used to it!" I said, lowering my head.

Mike nodded: "Don't make such a low-level mistake again next time!"

"Yes!" I became more and more convinced of the authenticity of Black Daddy Bell's words, and my heart grew colder and colder.

Chapter 28: Cuckolding is the road of no return (Part 1)

That night, I had a very long dream.

I dreamed that I was being held down by another man and that he was fucking my anus over and over again. Then I found that the man who was fucking me gradually changed into the shape of Belle, and after a while, he turned into the shape of Mike. I serviced their cocks in a variety of positions that kept me up all night.

When I went from sleep to half-asleep, I could even smell the strong body odor that only black people have on their private parts and dicks. This feeling was so real. When I opened my eyes, I found a huge glans pressed tightly against my nose and lips, secreting prostatic fluid and the unique male odor of black men's private parts.

I was startled and quickly sat up from the bed. Only then did I realize that the person beside the bed was Mike. He came to my room at some unknown time, took out his cock from the crotch of his jeans, and put the smelly glans against my nose and lips.

"What's going on? Why are you at my house? Where is Lele?" I asked three frightened questions.

Mike whistled and smiled: "Relax, lazy little bitch! You take out your phone and check the time. It's already past one in the afternoon. Of course Lele has gone to work. As for how I got in, do you still need to ask me?"

I quickly picked up my phone and saw the time of 13:15, only to realize that I had slept until the afternoon. It must be because he was tired from being fucked by Bell yesterday and he was dreaming that he slept so late. As for why Mike can come into my apartment, in order to facilitate him to come to my house at any time, at his request, I have added his black fingerprint to the fingerprint lock at home.

After understanding the current situation, my nervousness disappeared, but I didn't know what to do now.

"Hei... Hei Daddy, wake me up with your glans. Do you need me to serve you?" I stretched out my hand and gently pointed at the smelly cock under Mike's crotch.

"Of course, I need to use my airplane cup to wash my dick today. It's so sticky and uncomfortable!" Mike took off his jeans and underwear, stepped on my bed, and sat down on my pillow. I could see that Mike's buttocks were closely attached to my pillow, and the shit-smelling sweat from the crack of Mike's butt was also left on my pillow.

I obediently knelt down between Mike's legs, put my head close to Mike's glans, stretched out my tongue and licked it gently. The familiar smell of sweat and salty taste stimulated my taste buds. I didn't find it unpalatable, or my taste buds were used to all the bodily fluids on Mike's body, but I found that it seemed to have a smell that didn't belong to Mike's cock itself.

Mike's next words quickly gave me the answer.

"I fucked Lele early this morning. I was rushing to work and didn't come to let you clean it up. It made me feel sticky and uncomfortable all morning. Next time after I fuck Lele, I will definitely clean it up with you as soon as possible."

Mike's words shocked my whole body, and even the licking movements of my tongue stopped. What did Mike say? Did you fuck Lele this morning? No wonder! There was not only the strong body odor of Mike's lower body on the cock, but also a slight smell of sex. Maybe it was the smell that remained on the cock after fucking Lele.

I feel so bad!

As Lele’s husband, this is the second time I have licked Mike’s cock after fucking my wife. The first time, I watched Mike fuck Lele in the closet at Mike’s house, and then inserted his cock into my mouth and made a splash of yellow urine. The second time, after fucking Lele in the morning, he came to me to clean his sticky, smelly cock at noon.

After I cleaned Mike's cock and spit out his clean cock, I felt for the first time that the meridians on Mike's cock were so majestic, strong and beautiful. Maybe, only this cock can make Lele addicted, and then take the initiative to go to Mike and ask for fuck!

Recalling the scene of being fucked and ejaculated by black daddy Bell yesterday, and the erotic dream I had last night, my mind could not help but imagine how comfortable this cock would be after it entered my anus, so that Lele could not stop coming back...

"Bitch, I want to announce something to you now!" Mike suddenly said.

I nodded and waited for Mike to continue speaking.

"Lele is already my woman. She is no longer your wife, and you will never have the chance to fuck her again!" Mike announced this decision that made me sad.

I wanted to retort, but my throat couldn't even make a sound. My cock was locked in a chastity lock and the key was in Mike's hand. And Lele likes Mike's cock more than mine, and even took the initiative to go to Mike's room to beg for sex before going to work this morning. I couldn't find any reason to refute anything Mike said.

"But... you are pitiful like this, so I decided to find you a new partner!" Mike continued, but with a playful smirk on his face.

New...mate? I don’t need a new partner, I just want Lele!

Looking at the evil smile on Mike's face, I realized that things were not simple, but I could only continue to listen.

"Yes! Now I will take you to meet your new partner! Although you have met before, but after all, the relationship has not been confirmed yet. Now I will help you confirm the relationship!" I still kept kneeling between Mike's legs. Mike slightly raised his butt from my pillow, then grabbed my head and put my eyes close to his hairy, wet and dirty asshole.

"Look carefully, what you see in front of you now is your new partner!" Mike said with a smirk.

Looking at the black man's asshole with thick hair and a slightly open anus but with a slight pink color in front of me, and sniffing the strong smell emanating from it, I was stunned.

What?

The new partner Mike introduced me to was his asshole? He wants me to use his asshole as a mate?

"Yes! My asshole is your new partner. Come on! Use your lips to make out with him!" Mike continued with a bad smile.

I shuddered, didn’t he just want me to lick his asshole? Do you need to say it so disgustingly? It’s not like I haven’t licked it before during the tongue bath.

My lips were close to Mike's anus, and I was about to stick out my tongue and lick it, but Mike stopped me: "No, no, no, your new partner is shy. You need to kiss him passionately first, just like the picture on the wall behind, how passionate you and Lele were when they first kissed."

Damn it!

I didn’t expect Mike to talk about the photo of my first kiss with Lele, but it wasn’t difficult for me to kiss his anus, after all, I had cleaned his anus many times with my tongue.

I slowly kissed Mike's slightly pink anus with my lips and closed my eyes. This special touch reminds me of the first time I kissed Lele. At that time, Lele's pink lips also had this tender touch. Of course, I would be much happier if I eliminated the smell of shit in front of my nose.

"Well, good job! Your new partner now feels your love for him, and you can now go further and tongue kiss him." Mike continued.

Chapter 29: Cuckolding is the road of no return (Part 2)

It stinks!

It is a mixed stench of sweat, dampness, and the unique body odor of black people.

But I had no choice but to stick out my tongue, lick Mike's anus up and down, and then swirl it back and forth like licking ice cream.

"Come on, tell me how much you love your new partner!" Mike continued.

I knew Mike was humiliating me. He wanted me to face his asshole with the same emotion I felt when I kissed Lele, but I had no choice but to satisfy his nasty taste.

"I love kissing you!"

"You taste so good, I feel so happy when I kiss you, my cock gets so hard in the cage."

"I love you so much!"

I spoke loudly against my will and kissed my 'new partner' loudly, using the same emotions I had when I was first with Lele. I knew it was embarrassing, but Mike was happy to hear it, and I knew that was what he wanted to hear and humiliate me.

"It loves you too! So it decided to French kiss you!" Mike continued.

Damn it!

French kissing requires inserting my tongue into Mike's smelly asshole, which will definitely stain the lining of his asshole with feces. Of course I knew what Mike meant, it was a first for me!

I inserted my tongue into Mike's anus and moved it back and forth, like a French kiss. I could feel something sticky on my tongue, the remains of shit from Mike's anus.

Mike told me that my new partner was the only person I could be intimate with, and Lele became a no-go zone for me. I couldn't help but not be able to fuck her, and even kissing required Mike's permission.

My new partner and I French kissed for nearly twenty minutes before Mike let me off his ass.

Then, Mike handed me a cylindrical blue object from his pocket, about five centimeters in size: "Put it into your anus, unless you need to poop. At other times, you are not allowed to take it out without my permission."

"This..."

Mike was holding a toy called a vibrating egg, which was obviously a remote control type.

I couldn't refuse Mike, so I could only lick the toy with my tongue and then slowly insert it into my ass. Maybe it’s because Bell’s cock passed through my anus yesterday, so it’s not difficult for me to insert a five centimeter vibrator.

Mike smirked and took out a controller from his hand, as small as a car key.

When he clicked a certain button, I felt the vibrator in my back hole begin to vibrate violently, and the strong vibration made me moan. Mike also told me that the vibrator is equipped with an electric shock function. When I disobey, he will shock me at any time when he wants.

In the evening, after Lele fell asleep, I took a few bottles of wine to the balcony to drink.

Drinking to drown your sorrows?

No, I just want some alone time to calm down.

Mike, this cruel black man, took me under his feet and cuckolded me in just one week. He never cared what I thought and just used me as a tool. He liked Lele and could fuck her to his heart's content.

I feel like I am not like a man. A real man will not endure everything all the time, nor will he allow his partner to have sex with another man. But, facing Mike, I was in pain and scared, so I just gave in. Black Daddy Mike was just trying to mess up my life by exploiting my character's weakness and submissiveness to more powerful men, but in reality he was successful. I didn't even dare to call the police because it would make the matter bigger, and Lele and I would have no face to continue living in this community.

Every day after that, my life gradually changed.

Mike asked me to tell Lele that I had to go to the library outside to read every night and could not stay at home from 7 to 11 pm every night. This meant that the only time I had to be alone with Lele was dinner time from 5 to 7 pm every day.

I know that Mike will definitely take advantage of this time every day to have sex with Lele or have various stories, just like the days when Mike's sweaty and smelly body after work is used as a tool from one to five every day. The difference is that Lele plays the role of a woman who likes Mike's cock, while I am just Mike's tool.

But in fact, during this period of time every day, Mike would let me hide in his closet and watch the sex between Mike and Lele naked.

Since I told him that the clothes in the closet smell like sweat, Mike often lets me wash his clothes by hand. As for his underwear and socks, I need to wash them with my mouth. Lele never knew that while she and Mike were having sex, her husband was hiding in the closet nearby, watching them while chewing Mike's dirty and smelly underwear with his mouth, like a washing machine, cleaning the yellow urine and feces dirt on it and eating it into his stomach.

I watched Lele becoming more and more submissive to Mike!

From just having sex at the beginning, she later followed Mike's every command, licking his balls, eating his cock, and taking the initiative to sit on Mike's cock and move. During sex, Mike even asked her whether she preferred his big black cock or her husband's small cock.

There is no doubt that Lele chose Mike, the real man. Yes, I am not a real man at all. Lele and I were born to obey a black dad like Mike.

In the closet, I watched Mike use his big black cock to fuck Lele's vagina again and again. I was so uncomfortable that I almost cried. I love Lele so much, but I can only watch her being pressed down by another man and being fucked constantly. However, when I saw the happy expression on Lele's face, the water flowing from her vagina under her crotch, and listened to her exquisite moans that were so delicate that I had never heard them before, I knew that she was very comfortable.

I realized that Lele might also have volunteered to be fucked by Mike, just like I 'volunteered' to be Mike's tool. If I really wanted to do something absolutely wrong, I could have chosen to call the police and end everything, but I didn't, because I found that serving Mike could make my cock locked in the chastity lock and my body produce uncontrollable excitement and pleasure. It was like hiding in Mike's closet now, with Mike's smelly underwear stuffed in my mouth that hadn't been washed for an unknown period of time, licking the fishy smell and shit smell on them, watching Mike fuck my Lele, and my cock still couldn't restrain itself from getting bigger in the chastity lock.

One night, Lele actually put on a wedding dress and played wedding dress play with Mike.

Oh my God!

Even I have never seen Lele in a wedding dress, nor have I had any sexual intercourse with Lele in a wedding dress. I felt very sad that Lele's first wedding dress was actually given to this rough black man who only regarded her as a woman to vent his sexual desire, instead of me who has always loved her deeply.

This situation of serving Mike during the day and watching Mike and Lele having sex in the closet at night lasted for two weeks. I found that the relationship between Lele and I seemed to have started to deteriorate...

Chapter 30: Cuckolding is the road of no return (Part 2)

Originally, Lele and I did half of the housework for each other, but now I am almost all responsible for the housework at home. Lele told me that she had to work outside during the day and had many things to do at night, so she was unable to do housework. As for me, in addition to the time I spend doing stock trading at home during the day, I also have a lot of time to do housework. So, I was responsible for doing laundry, washing dishes, sweeping and mopping the floor, and even cleaning the toilet.

I know, maybe this is the subtle influence that black daddy Mike has on her, so that after she doesn't have to do housework, she will have more time to have sex with Mike. And I am just Hei Daddy’s tool. It’s normal for tools to be used for housework, isn’t it?

Every day before going to bed, Lele would ask me to lick her vagina with my tongue. In her words, my cock was useless and locked up in a cage. She felt dissatisfied with her desire, so she could only lick her vagina with my tongue while helping her reach orgasm with my hands, which I did.

After all, this is the only opportunity for me to have physical contact with Lele. Of course, although Lele's vagina was not dirty, it was fucked by Mike every day, and it was filled with the smell of Mike's semen. But I don't mind, I can even tolerate the smell of Mike's feces and urine, and the semen is also within my tolerance.

But...

Mike seemed to know what I was most afraid of, so today, he took Lele with him to trample on the last bottom line in my life.

As usual, I hid in Mike's closet and watched Mike fuck Lele naked, except for the chastity lock on my body. The difference is that this time, Mike's smelly black socks were stuffed in his mouth. I was chewing them with saliva, tongue, and teeth, and eating the black foot washing water chewed out of them to help him wash his socks.

"Baby, I have a surprise for you in the closet today!" With a deep penetration, Mike said while ejaculating in Lele's vagina.

I was originally a little 'excited' when I watched Mike fuck Lele, but after hearing Mike's words, I felt as if I had been splashed with cold water, and my whole body became as cold as ice.

Damn it!

He wanted Lele to open the closet and see me looking like this!

I wanted to wrap and cover myself with Mike's clothes, but then I suddenly remembered that I still had handcuffs and legcuffs on. Except for the first time, Mike never left me in handcuffs or shackles. Today he suddenly asked me to wear it again. I thought it was strange at first, but now I know that he had this arrangement.

I felt disheartened, curled up in my body, and even had the urge to bite my tongue and commit suicide.

"What surprise have you prepared for me?" Lele asked doubtfully.

Mike smiled and replied: "I was ready to give it to you two weeks ago, but it didn't seem ready, so I wanted to give it some time. But now I'm not ready to give him any more time, so when you open the closet door, you can get this surprise."

Just like that, the closet was opened, and Lele and I looked at each other.

Lele saw me naked, with only a chastity lock on my lower body. My hands and feet were cuffed behind my back, keeping me in a kneeling position, and the Mike's smelly socks stuffed in my mouth were very obvious. Lele had seen these socks many times.

"Zeyuan...why are you here? You're not going to the library..." Lele's tone was a little panicked, her mind started to work, and she continued: "So you were lying two weeks ago when you said you were going to the library every day, and you've been hiding in the closet like this for two weeks? "

I couldn't speak with Mike's socks stuffed in my mouth. I could only nodded slightly and then moved my eyes to the ground.

“That’s right, baby. Let me introduce you, this guy is not your husband now, he is just a tool for me, such as a plane cup, electric fan, foot bath, foot mat, poop rag, or..." Mike walked up to me and stuffed Lele's big black cock into my mouth.

"Zeyuan, you..." Lele was at a loss and didn't know what to say.

I subconsciously licked the glans in my mouth. Every time Mike fucked Lele, after Lele left, he would clean it with my mouth, then soak it and pee into my stomach. This has lasted for two weeks and has become my habit.

Sure enough, a stream of fishy urine gushes out of Mike's glans.

I subconsciously swallowed mouthful after mouthful of Mike's urine after fucking Lele, and then I realized that Lele was also there. She watched in surprise as I swallowed mouthfuls of Mike's smelly yellow urine. The guilty look in her eyes gradually disappeared, leaving only contempt for me.

"Uh..."

Mike peed for more than two minutes. When he pulled the glans out of my mouth, I couldn't help but burp. The smell of Mike's urine filled my mouth and nose.

"So you volunteered? When did you learn to drink urine?" Lele asked me.

"I...I'm sorry..." I don't know how to explain all this, I can only say these three words.

Lele sighed, squatted down, and gently touched my face: "Zeyuan, I originally thought I was the one who should say sorry. I fell in love with Mike's cock, and even had sex with him without telling you. But now I find that you seem to have deceived more than me."

"Everything can be connected now. Your chastity lock was put on by Mike, and the name of maintaining your body is completely false. We have had sex so often before, and you have never seen your body weak. You lick my vagina because you want to lick Mike's semen inside! You can drink Mike's urine and wash Mike's socks with your mouth. What can't you do? So, what do you think of our relationship?" I saw Lele's tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.

Damn, I'm going to cry too...

How on earth am I going to explain all this to Lele?

"I'm sorry..." I could only repeat this sentence mindlessly.

At this time, Mike's voice rang out. Although what he said was excessive, it was a glimmer of light that broke the embarrassment and guilt.

"Lele, don't worry about him. I've found a new partner for this bitch. Come on, bitch, express your love for your new partner." In front of Lele, Mike grabbed my hair and put my head against his asshole.

I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. While I was crying, I stuck out my tongue and licked Mike's smelly asshole.

"I love kissing you!"

"You taste so good, I feel so happy when I kiss you, my cock gets so hard in the cage."

"I love you so much!"

Seeing my despicable appearance, the last guilt in Lele's heart disappeared. She wiped away the tears on her face with her hands and spat on me: "It's so despicable. Mike licked such a smelly asshole so happily. I really regret having a husband like you."

"Mike, I want to continue...can you?" Lele's hand touched Mike's big black cock, looking at Mike with pleading eyes.

"Of course, my baby! You can do it as many times as you want!" Mike's cock was as hard as iron in Lele's hand for a moment, and then he fucked into Lele's vagina again.

"Bitch! Don't stop kissing your new partner before this sex is over." Mike's voice seemed to be a 'gift' to me, allowing me to join in the sex. Although, my position is just that of a bitch yellow-skinned waste who stuffed his tongue into Mike’s asshole and kissed him when Mike fucked Lele’s vagina...