She Wants What for Her Birthday? [Mf][cuckold][interracial][voy]

Being a male stripper to pay for college sends me to a lot of strange places and crazy situations. Chocolate Delight has been my handle for three years now, but in fifteen days I’ll be Xavier, college graduate. Tonight, my manager booked a private party gig on a boat. I was smelling nice from the shower, looking good fresh from the barber shop, and had moisturized my skin until it looked like polished wood. Dressed in a button down shirt and slacks, I checked the mirror one last time and left.

The evening was deepening into night when I arrived at the marina. Security let me through the marina’s gate and I headed towards a yacht in the slip number on my phone. A deck hand met me at the gang plank and showed me to a state room. I expected the usual bachelor or sorority party full of screaming, giggling young women but instead, there was an older guy with salt and pepper hair sitting on a couch beside a much younger blonde girl. Ms. Bernadette Larouche, my gig booker and former burlesque dancer with a heart shaped face, copper colored skin and shiny black hair, sat curled up on his other side, holding a snifter cognac in her hand. She rose from the couch and came over to greet me with a tender kiss to my cheek.

“What am I here for?” I murmured in her ear.

“He’s my lawyer and a prominent one at that. Behave,” she crooned, before raising her syrupy voice for all to hear. “I’m glad you could make it. Charles, this is Xavier, the young man I was telling you about. Xavier, this is Charles and his wife, Ashley.”

Wife? She looked like his granddaughter with her long straight hair and a slender body as slim as a fourteen year old boy. Her heavily lidded blue eyes looked checked out, as though she’d taken prescription pills washed down with wine.

Charles said, “I’m glad you could make it. Now we can get the party started.”

His hand hit an intercom. “Captain, we’re ready to go.”

Engines rumbled to a start and I looked around bewildered.

“Go?” I asked.

“We’re going on a cruise,” answered Bernadette.

You could barely feel the boat move as we pulled away from the dock.

“Drink?” asked Bernadette.

“Sure.”

She poured Hennessey into a snifter and handed it to me. She sat back down next to Charles, closer to the man than his wife. I took a seat in a facing leather chair. Charles gazed at me with lecherous eyes.

He said, “It’s my wife’s birthday.”

“Happy birthday,” I replied.

Ashley said nothing, looking distant and bored.

“She’s twenty three today,” he said. “Tell them what you told me you wanted for your birthday?”

Ashley looked at me and said, “I want a big black buck to bend me over and fuck me from behind.”

Charles and Bernadette chuckled as I uncomfortably shifted in the plush leather chair.

Bernadette said, “When Charles told me that, I immediately thought of you.”

I sat there very uncomfortable, feeling like some Mandingo from Bernadette’s stable of boys on display as they gazed at me with sly, leering eyes.

Charles asked, “Do you think you can make my wife happy? Be the big bull she wants?”

One thousand dollars provided one thousand reasons to do it. The money is due tomorrow. Besides, what else could I do? We’d already left the marina, cruising past the city scape. I set down my drink and stood up to unbutton my shirt. Ashley stood up as well, walking over to me with a slight sway, looking up at me with longing in her eyes as she ran her hands over my shoulders and chest. She looked back into Charles’ approving eyes.

I said, “Are we going to another room or are we doing this here?”

Charles and Bernadette stood up and we followed the lawyer and his wife to a master suite in which a huge bed took up the majority of the room. Charles closed the door behind us, muffling the sound of the churning engines. Bernadette kicked off their heels and crawled upon the bed where Charles joined her to watch the show.

Little Miss Ashley moved before me, standing so close I could feel her hot puff of breaths linger on my skin. Her eager eyes and grazing fingertips spurred me on. I ignored her husband’s eyes as I smelled her fresh hair, pulling her body into mine. She let out a contented sigh as she settled her head against my chest. I caught sight of us in a mirror. She looked so small against me, innocent except for the fact that her hands were wrapped around me and squeezing my ass. I pulled her off of me and she opened her eyes.

I said, “Let’s take this dress off of you.”

She never took her eyes off mine as we undressed at the same pace. She shucked off her designer dress to reveal her hard body of milky skin dressed only in turquoise lace panties and bra, and I stood semi-hard before her, fully exposed. Her hand wrapped around my thick dick and she looked down at it before returning her eyes to mine, wide with wonder. It jerked in her hand. I wasn’t nervous about getting a full erection, but Charles decided to help.

He said, “Baby, why don’t you get a closer look and see what daddy got you.”

I glanced over to see Bernadette cozied up to Charles, her hand in his unzipped pants expertly massaging his dick.

Ashley got on her knees. She wrapped her thin lips around my dick and started to suck.

Charles rasped out, “All the way down her throat.”

She took me all the way down. My hands went into her silky hair as she slurped and sucked my lengthening dick. The old man’s eyes glittered at his twisted shit he could well afford. Bernadette, you bitch. Got me hooked in like some desperate crack whore. My hand clutched the girl’s hair and I grabbed my dick to move it in her mouth the way I wanted it to go.

Charles rasped out, “That’s it, get rough her.”

Hard and angry, I hoisted Ashley off the floor by the hair and bent her over the foot of the bed to face her husband. Her hands hit the mattress as she steadied herself and I ripped off her panties before spitting on my hand to rub over my dick’s head. Without any thought, I slid my dick into her waxed pussy.

“Unh, unh,” was all that came out of her mouth as I pumped inside her, grabbing her my her thin hips for better traction.

My crotch slammed against her, cupping her ass with a suction cup pop, pop, pop from each hard thrust of my hips. Her thighs began to tremble but I didn’t let up, even after her arms collapsed and she fell on the bed. I twisted her hair around my fist to pull her head back to look into her husband’s perverted eyes as she bucked forward from my fucking.

“You get what you want?” he asked with a smarmy smile.

“Ah, ah, ah, ow, ah.”

“Let me take over from here.”

He didn’t have to say it twice. I quickly withdrew, holding my dick in my hands as I staggered back to watch Charles drag his wife onto the bed and go down on her to eat cunt. Bernadette got up off the bed.

She said, “Let’s let these two have a little time to themselves.” I quickly dressed in my pants and left with my shirt unbuttoned. Bernadette trailed behind me as Charles licked his wife’s pink snatch. Back in the stateroom, I grabbed a drink from the bar and moved outside for fresh air leaning over the boat’s railing. The stars were out now as we cruised past dark levees where house lights were scattered like distant fireflies. Bernadette joined me to look out over the dark shores.

“When are we heading back?” I asked.

“Tomorrow. He wants to party all night.”

“This is it, Bernie. I quit. No more freaky shit.”

She shrugged her shoulders and returned to the stateroom before disappearing to join the couple below.

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