Fun With Gold Diggers

*This story is an elaborate fantasy extension of an experience that I had in college; 60 + percent of it is pure BS fiction. It would have multiple "tags", ie, interracial, domination, bondage, three way, etc.

Two attractive black women were discussing their plans and hopes for the future over lunch one day. Tootsie, a 32 year old beauty, was anxious about her youth slipping away without her realizing success in her education, career, family and romance. Debbie, a manipulative older woman, with a devious mind, raging horniness, and a complete lack of principles, was prompting Tootsie to take a few short cuts. Debbie was advising Tootsie to find, seduce, marry a successful man, trapping him with a pregnancy, if possible. Tootsie exclaimed, "I know of somebody that I like, but he is unwilling to have intimate relations with anybody at work. He works where I do, but is quite well off. He's a bit older, and white, but he is very nice, and easy on the eyes" "Can you get him to ask you out, go with you to a work function, 'repair' something in your house?" Tootsie: "I don't know, he used to be an electrician before getting his degree, and running into money." Debbie: "Perfect! See if you can plead poverty, get him to help you with a problem at your place, and I will help you wring him out"

Tootsie could not believe that she had let Debbie talk her into something so devious and nasty, but was oddly aroused by the prospect of forcing Blake into submission, and extracting child support from him at worst, and possibly wrangling him into marriage. Her mouth was dry, her crotch damp, and her senses on edge, while she waited on Blake to arrive. Debbie assured her that it would be fun for all, once they overcome his resistance, and that he would not have a legal leg to stand on, after they got done with him.

Blake soon arrived, tool box in hand, to look at Tootsie's panel. He declared, "There is no immediate problem here, so I don't know why your circuit won't work sometimes. I'm not current on my certifications, would you consider having your service replaced by one of my friends?" Tootsie: "Uh, yeah, come into the room and I'll get his number". She then steered him to her book by the nightstand, and clumsily feigned frustration while 'searching' for an ink pen. Debbie emerged from the closet with her handcuffs. Startled, Blake was shackled to the bed post before he processed what was happening. "Uh, ha, ha, what is this?" Debbie answered with a leg whip that put him on the floor by the bed, dangling painfully by his one arm. Tootsie quickly moved on top of him, grasping his crotch roughly, and kissing him passionately.

Blake was shocked, and oddly aroused, offering only weak resistance as Debbie and Tootsie moved him back up, onto the bed spread eagle, and they soon had both legs and the other arm tied off. The women quickly and efficiently cut off his clothes, as they had rehearsed the binding, seduction of Blake in the past week until Debbie was satisfied. Blake was somewhat aware that he could have fought off the women on two occasions, before he was bound securely to Tootsies bed, but an odd combination of hesitancy, caution, confusion... (Arousal?) prevented him from acting decisively, until it was too late.

Tootsie was up first, as the plan was to jerk him off and store his sperm in a liquid nitrogen tank, until Tootsie could get to Debbie's unliscensed fertility specialist. Tootsie forced herself on Blakes face, grinding her hairy muff into his mouth, holding his head into her crotch by his hair. Debbie worked him over good, stroking his balls, sucking him, licking him, stroking his legs and stomach. Tootsie soon had his face glazed with her juices, and his own slobber. Debbie had him rock hard, and he soon stopped resisting the women altogether.

Uh, oh! Debbie, an experienced lover, screwed up and didn't notice Blake's readiness and he blew a load while still deep in her mouth! Embarrassed and angry, she quickly recovered, and placed his semen in the fertility container, while Tootsie continued to enjoy his face. Debbie commenced to inform him of what she and Tootsie were doing, Immediately sparking a heated "what if" conversation. Blake was going to claim rape, felony assault. Debbie: "Yeah, right, you are also going to cum in Tootsie on the next go-around, how are you gonna testify that one?" "You can't do this to me!" "We already did, now we are building a case for a wild, consensual kinky three-way" Meanwhile, Tootsie came on his face again. "Is he a decent oral lover? You still want him?" Asked Debbie. "Oh, yeah! I can live with this lovin' and handsome face in my crotch, every day!"

So, after a very short rest, Debbie mounted Blake's face, and Tootsie sat on his erect penis, reverse cow girl style. The women knew that they would have to stimulate his jewels to get a second shot out of him, and he would be resisting them. Tootsie worked her way down, down, relaxing as she went, until Blake was completely inside of her. Tootsie gently scratched his legs, stomach, balls as she gyrated in tight little circles on him. Debbie took revenge for the unexpected orgasm by roughly riding her face, shifting to facing the rear midway through. Both women were now facing his feet, riding him like a pair of ladies on a motorcycle in tandem. Blake was totally in their control, he couldn't back out of Tootsie's tight slot a millimeter, and Debbie's big jiggly ass was directly on his face, his tongue on her clit, and his nose up her butthole.

The women continued to taunt him, stroke him, milk him, exhorting him to cum. Debbie managed to squeeze out some juice into his mouth, and despite his resistance, Tootsie had him at the edge; both women were holding him with one hand while, caressing, stroking, squeezing with the other. When Blake finally surrendered to Tootsie's persistent, patient humping, she was gently squeezing his balls, coaxing him to empty everything in her. Debbie simultaneously came in his mouth, and farted directly in his nose, a revenge for Blake cumming in her mouth earlier. Blake rocked, bucked, squirmed, writhed, but in the end got a face full of cum and fart, and was forced to give up a huge load. The ladies cleaned him up untied him, let him sputter and bitch, but they all knew how much that he enjoyed having his sperm harvested, and he knew that he had been beaten, manipulated, and that he had thoroughly enjoyed it. He was very grateful that they had missed, in their research, his vasectomy of a decade earlier.
Submitted by Ralph 9-21-2011

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