The Redhead

"Hold on Pressy," the Redhead eeked out between deep gasps of air. The room snapped to her, watching her struggle to catch her breath. Each deep intake of air caused her entire over-ripe form to jiggle in the soft room light. After a couple of moments, she had contained her breathing enough to continue. Her green eyes locked onto the Amazon president and continued. Her voice was an airy whine of a pampered girl from some sun-bleached city, "We, like, had a deal last week. You promised me that if I could swallow more cock than you that, like, I would get first pick of the boys."

The Amazon considered this for a moment and rubbed her thighs together unconsciously as she remembered the fun contest they had the previous week. Terell had been particularly aggressive that night from a hard day at work and took it out on their willing throats. For almost an hour, that foot length plunged the depths of their faces until their jaws ached and their stomachs were filled with gooey gouts of thick cream. "Hehe, what's fair is fair. Go ahead Red," The Amazon chirped then stepped back. The chubby redhead beamed and strode around the room, drunk with the new power awarded to her. Her tits wobbled under their own weight with each step until she stood right between the two kneeling guys. Each of the doe-eyed boys stared at the confident girl, curious as to who she would pick.

The Redhead pointed to each of them, counting off like a preschooler, "Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Mo!" Her finger landed on Andy. She beckoned with his finger for him to follow her upstairs. His stomach dropped and he looked to the Amazon. She pursed her lips in displeasure at her charge being taken from her but took no steps to save him. Andy upright and followed the jiggling girl upstairs to her room.

As Andy watched the bounce of her curvy ass climb the stairs, she addressed him without even looking at him, "Faggy, it's been soooo long since you came with me. I mean, like, white boys are pretty worthless when it comes to most well, everything, but let's see if you can be a good fluffer."

"Um..." Andy squeaked up as they crested the stairs and stood on the landing. She stopped and stared at him, hands on her hips as he continued. Andy wilted under her gaze. "It-It's Andy. I-I don-"

"It's Faggy," she said sliding closer to him. Her face was smiling but her eyes were anything but. With one manicured finger she grasped one of his nipples through his thin shirt and twisted it cruelly. Andy let out a sound that was half squeak and half moan. "See," she said releasing him, satisfied. "Only, like, white little faggots moan like that. Come on Faggy." She motioned with her head and Andy continued, head down.

The room was arranged with garish bright colors contrasted with the smooth polished wood of the furniture. The floor was covered in a carpet which appeared as a tan woman running her tongue over a black spade suggestively. The walls were plastered with posters of pop culture stars and trophies from concerts. Next to a family picture of the Johnson family, tastefully arranged around his Jack Johnson's pillar of flesh, was a ticket for the New Black Panther campaign rally.

Laying down on her plain yellow mattress was her boyfriend Terell, naked a the day he was born. He was a massive 6 feet tall and heavy-set with a very sizable belly. His tawny skin wrapped around his barrel-chest and his arms were corded with biceps the size of watermelons. He was an intimidating guy of both size and temperament, Andy and Bitchy knew to steer clear when he might be around. Dangling between his legs like a resting mamba were several inches of bloated black cock, drying after a recent tongue bath.

Without getting up from the bed, his amber eyes glanced up at Andy with utter disgust. He stared at him as she had brought in a cockroach and presented it to him as a new pet. "The fuck is this shit? You said you were calling for some backup."

"I did," she smiled. "I decided to bring a little toy for us to play with."

His eyes narrowed on his green-eyed girlfriend, "I am no fag."

"And your not baby. I mean, like, look at him. He's a one of those little sissy boys you see on the tv. More of a girl than the Vice Pressy. He is only good for handling big black cocks like yours. Show him Faggy," she said to Andy. Andy froze under their combined gaze and considered running out of the room. Doing that would lead to a worse outcome down the line so he would have to follow what she said and get out.

Trying to control the tremors of his body, Andy turned away from the resting giant. The size and shape of his curvy ass exploding out of Andy's pants drew a whistle from the rising Terrell. The Redhead smiled at the positive reaction and reached in with her hands to guide Andy's head between her musky orbs. Andy's head disappeared from view as she reached around him to grip both cheeks of his ass, sinking her splayed out fingers into him. "See something you like?" She teased her boyfriend. "The pants Faggy." She ordered with a smirk, not even sparring the little sissy a glance. Instead, her eyes were fixed on the swelling meat of her boyfriend.

Andy worked on his pants, wiggling his hips to pull down his pants and underwear in one motion. From behind, his shrunken cock hide behind his legs. From behind, the fullness of his hips, the length of his legs and the curve of his bubble butt were indistinguishable from a school girl. The Redhead guided his hips with her hands, shaking his hips in lazy circles for her boyfriend's benefit. The sound of the massive bear of the man rising from the bed reached Andy's ears and he couldn't stop himself from shivering in fear and arousal. After several heavy steps, a heavy slap brought tears to Andy's eyes as the massive man large hand left a deep red mark against one of his cheeks. From behind, he could feel an unmistakable weight and heat as Terell's plum sized cock connected the two. He could feel the thick hammer pulsing with the beat of his heart as the thick man wrapped his arms entirely around Andy and his girlfriend, sandwiching the boy between the large man and the Redhead's soft curves. Andy looked up to see the taller couple aggressive make out above him as he was felt the head of the two around him.

"Hehe, I think you like him," the Redhead said before continuing the make-out session.