I was about to get a good idea because on the screen in front of me, the two ebony statues approached the cross-dressed man before them as the Mistress who had arranged the party watched from a high-backed chair.
She smiled as her pantyboy pleasured both men with his mouth and pussy. The pantyboy swallowed both, choking at first but then got used to the monster cocks. He bathed their heavy, cum-filled balls with his tongue and red, lipstick smeared mouth. He whimpered and moaned as they belittled him by calling him "little bitch" and "little white cocksucker." A voice in the back of my mind told me I wanted to be called names like that by men like that.
In the climax of the movie, no pun intended, the slender white man took the men from both ends. The men, their black skin glistening with sweat, thrust their hard cocks into him all the while grunting like two wild animals.
The one in front grabbed his head and forced fed him the mushroom head of his steel rod. The one behind him pulled almost all the way out and then thrust forward violently, his balls slapping those tender white cheeks hard and fast. He even spanked the man as he fucked him and chastised him.
It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen and I worried about the ramifications of those feelings.
Did I secretly wish to be like that pantyboy in the movie? Did I want a real cock...not a silicone one sliding into my mouth...or ass...or both at the same time?
Did I secretly crave black cock in my pantyboy pussy?
And more importantly, did my Mistress think I did?
The answer was simple for the front of my yellow cotton panties, the ones with the little black and white daises, were soaked with my own silent orgasm and as Mistress turned off the tv and directed me to the molten sex between her legs, she patted my head and whispered, "I thought as much, my little Kitten. I thought as much."
