Old Black Carl (Part 4 - Sex Stories

Old Black Carl (Part 4

There was no getting around it, now. Carl had total control over me with those photos, and I knew it. So many things could go wrong. Carl told me to clean the house before the football game started. He sat in his recliner and watched as I performed chores. It was hard to concentrate because, not only was I scared about the pictures, but Carl’s enormous cum load kept dribbling down my leg. It felt like there must have been a quart in there. After I had finished, Carl told me to shower, and to work on my makeup. He said it was going to be VERY important that I did it well enough to pass as a female. He told me I was to wear the nylons and garter belt and panties, and told me there was also a skirt and top that he bought at the bookstore that I hadn't seen yet. I asked what was going on, but all he would say is, “You earning those pictures. If you want them so bad, then you had better just do as I say…understand?” “Yes.” I replied in total defeat. I took my shower, put on the outfit I was to wear. The skirt was black with red accents, and the top was a tube top, but had straps, also. I stuffed some toilet paper into the top to make it look like I at least had tiny tits. I sat in front of the mirror trying to do as good a job as I could on my makeup. After a while, I did pretty well. I showed Carl, and he made a few suggestions and adjustments, and I was pretty impressed at how well I pulled it off. He told me that a friend often came to watch the game with him. He was going to ...

... introduce me as his new friend, and I would be serving them drinks. And that this would be a test to see how well I could pull it off. Carl sat in his recliner and had me practice licking and sucking his big nuts while he stroked his shaft. His heavy balls would barely fit in my mouth, and he liked them sucked and pulled hard. After about an hour, he said he was going to cum. I was happily waiting to have him pump it down my throat, but he pushed me away and stood up, and shot his seed all over the floor. I was disappointed, to see him waste it. It was my REWARD! Then he pointed to the cum and said, “Lick it up, girl. No hands!” It was sheer humiliation, but I got on my hands and knees and cleaned up the mess with my tongue. Although it was demeaning, I did, at least, get to savor it more than when he shot it right into my throat. In a while the doorbell rang. Carl told me to get it. As I went to walk, he grabbed me by the arm, and said, “You better make him believe you are a female. Keep that little cock of yours from getting out of your panties!” I nodded. I opened the door, and there was a somewhat chubby older white guy. Not very attractive. He seemed shocked when he saw me instead of Carl. I motioned for him to come in, and Carl introduced us. He told the man (Ed) that my name was Jean. And I was a friend he had met. Carl and Ed sat down and the game started shortly after. I served them beers and snacks, on command, and mostly stayed in the kitchen. I heard them talking ...