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NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

From the beginning, it was understood that I had the final say on whether we had a threesome with his friend. He’d talked this man up for the two months we’d been married. The friend, a black man Terri met in college, stood a foot taller than Terri and a foot and a half taller than me. Ruggedly handsome is how I classified him.

The muscles on the man— goddamn, he was 260 or 270 pounds of hard manhood. Not being stupid, I never bought into the BBC myth. Mythical or not, the bulge in his pants impressed me. After one drink, Zaverie took my hand and led me to the dance floor.

Um, he could move. When the music changed, we tried a slow dance. But the height difference made the mechanics awkward. Scooping me into his arms, he held me close and did all the dancing while I held on to his hard body.

“Okay,” I whispered in his ear, “We can go home now and have that threesome.”

“Sounds good to me,” Zaverie said. “Ava, you’re way too much woman for Terri.”

“He does okay,” I said.

“Bullshit, you have to know he’s in transition.”

“Yes, but he has a good tongue. And he uses a dildo vibrator to get me off.”

As we approached the booth where Terri sat ogling us, Zaverie asked, “How many others have you had?”

“None,” I said. “I was a virgin when we met. You do realize you guys are 18 years older than me, don’t you?”

No answer, he put me down, stared at Terri, snapped his fingers, and Terri jumped up and led the way to the parking lot. When we got our cars, Zaverie announced that I was riding with him and we’d follow him home.

The expression on Terri’s face changed, from excitement to fear. “Please—”

“Don’t worry, Speedy,” I said, “we’re gonna talk, nothing else without you there.”

“Promise.”

“Sure, Speedy, I promise,” Zaverie said; the smirk on his lips seemed out of place, and the way he said Speedy spoke volumes. The secret wasn’t in the bag; it hadn’t ever been. They’d done this before, and Zaverie understood how fast Terri lost his load. The playful nickname took on a darker meaning, and I worried about how much I enjoyed the way it hurt Terri’s pride when Zaverie said it to him.

Opening the passenger door on his Maserati, he held my hand as I slipped into the seat. When he entered the car, he shut the door, turned to me, and said, “Don’t wear your seatbelt.” As he told me, he unzipped his jeans and fished out a massive black-as-midnight cock. Limp, it was at least three times Speedy’s size when he was hard.

He reached over, took the back of my head, and guided me to his crotch. There was no way Terri didn’t see that. Truthfully, I didn’t care. While I sucked on his hardening cock, he hit the down button, and his window slid down.

“Hey, boy, Speedy, get your pansy ass here,” Zaverie said. “Never beg me not to do something, ‘cause you know that makes me do it, promise or not. That’s it, girl, pull your head off, show you you’ve got me going.”

Doing as I was told, I smiled at Terri, “Hey, Speedy Cums so Little, why didn’t you tell me Zaverie was this much more of a man than you?” The hurt in his eyes was fanfuckingtastic. “Oh, did I hurt the lil’ girl’s feeweens?”

“It’s ... it’s not that ... there’s smoke out here getting in my eyes.”

“Ha, that’s a good one, quote, Heard It Through the Grapevine. This is your doing, not mine. Don’t bitch when your plan comes together.”

“Listen, Speedy, go get in your car; I need to pump her belly full before we leave. So get your ass to your Volvo and follow when we leave.”

Terri’s shoulders sagged; for a second, he hung his head, and he dropped to his knees sobbing.

“Hey, boy/cunt, if you want that girly ass fucked, stop that bullshit.” Bobbing his head in agreement angered his Master. Zaverie yelled at him, “Use fucking words, cunt.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

“That’s better,” I said, rubbing salt into his open wound.

Zaverie hit the up button, took a handful of my hair, and guided me back to work. Next, he fired up the engine, pushed it into gear, and took off before Terri would be halfway to his car. His left hand guided my head up and down, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth until I hit my gag point. While I coughed and sputtered, he quickly went through the gears before pushing his cock into my throat.

“Mmm, what hot little redhead, how the fuck did sissy Terri, with his shriveled cock and nuts, and itty-bitty tits, land you?”

After forever, holding my head down, he impaled himself down my throat and shot the heaviest of loads. Zaverie kept me there, making sure I’d take it all in my belly, only letting go when I tapped on his thigh. I came off his cock, strings of spittle and cum clinging spiderweb-ish between my lips and his prick. The damn eight-and-a-half- or nine-inch monster is still angry and bobbing around.

After I wiped the cum and drool off my lips and chin, I gave him a sneer. “Money, he has tons of it; I have none. But he’s easy to control, until he insisted we needed a threesome. He hates being called names, or so he says, but only gets hard when I do. Oh, how rough this three-month adjustment is. Giving him his daily shots, calling him by female pronouns. When did he change his name?”

“Three years back. After I got her in the transgender program at my church. She still goes out in public dressed as a man. Lucky for you, she’s old money; generational wealth gives him the ability to not need to work. As soon as her mom died, she started begging me to let her get on shots.”

“What kind of Christian church has a transgender program?”

“That dumb cunt, she’s driving way too fast. Bitch better not crash. Isn’t a Christian church. The New Faith Holiest Race Church is BNWO. Whites join to worship the superior race and pay for the sins of their white past.”

“Sins of their white past? What sins are— oh, hu-huh, I get your point. So that’s where she goes on Sundays. Worshiping you...”

“No, not me. The Black race. She gives an offering every Sunday of her wealth and body.”

“How rich is she?”

“You don’t have that information?” He slowed and took our exit, making sure Terri was keeping up.

“No,” I said. “I know super-wealthy. But that’s all.”

“Three years ago, when she was still a he, one-billion-dollar net worth. Now, after her initial offerings, still fucking well off. Come over and put my cock up for me.”

“One billion! How the fuck much? All my sweet money for her transition?”

“Sacrificed for the cause. Wasn’t yours at the time. Won’t be yours if you fuck up. Now do what I’ve told you or hit the road, bitch.”

Damn, if I hadn’t shown him my cards. To make up for my mistake, I crossed the console, put his deflated penis in, and carefully zipped him up.

“Commando, love that, Mister Z.” Now stroking his fucking ego to calm him the fuck down.