Fantasy Fest

It was a little sidetrip down to the Keys for Fantasy Fest. A chance to let their freak flag fly a little. Or in the case of Broadus, a lot.

Elizabeth was on all fours, padding down the Key West street at 2 a.m. Her leash had three collars attached to it. One for Broadus. One for Chubbs. And one for Betty.

The stigma and shame of being owned openly by three Blacks had worn off finally, helped with the copious amounts of liquor.

"Down this way," Betty hissed, tugging on the leash. "It's quiet." The foursome turned, down a dark alley.

"This is good," Betty said. It was planned apparently. Broadus and Chubbs shucked their leather pants, their cocks already stiff. Betty tugged up her skirt. Broadus had fucked her earlier, probably in some bar bathroom, Elizabeth thought. Of course he did.

Broadus lay underneath her, tugging her skirt up, exposing her large, milky white ass. Instinctively, Elizabeth lowered herself on her Master, moaning noisily as he entered.

"Shut your bitch ass up," Betty hissed. "Chubbs, get in there."

The asthmatic teen grunted, inartfully lubing up Elizabeth's ass.

"Baby," Elizabeth said urgently. "No. You both are too big." She meant physically, as between them they were probably seven hundred pounds. Chubbs slapped her ass hard, leaving a red print behind. Then she felt his cock press against her ass, the head popping into her noisily.

"Oh fuck," Elizabeth squealed as Chubbs started to lean his heft over her, crushing her between the two Black men as if she were in a vice. She felt Betty grip her skull, and she could smell pussy and sex. She looked up with her big blue eyes, daintily extending her tongue. Betty pulled her into her sex.

"Good girl," Betty said, although Elizabeth felt she was very far away. "Eat Master's cum out of my pussy. Then later, we'll get tattoos. Broadus on my ass. Chubbs on yours." And then Elizabeth felt dollops of her Master's thick cum leak down into her belly, as the two men mercilessly fucked her.