The Unwanted Houseguest Rebooted 6

Chapter 6: The Final Submission

Titus guided his motorcycle between some traffic cones blocking the entrance to a parking area off the bay. Pullovers like this were all over South Florida. They usually had views of the clear blue water, palm trees, and a couple of picnic tables with grills. This one was no exception. This one contained a little cove and was almost entirely enclosed by some mangroves giving it some privacy. Beth didn’t know why it was closed off as there was no construction going on nearby. Otherwise, it was empty, but for an abandoned van in the parking lot with a red kerchief sticking out the window. The van had side windows and looked like a relic from the 1970s.

“I found this driving down to the keys,” said Titus, parking his bike behind the van to hide it from drivers on the road. “It’s completely private.” He took some tanning oil out of a storage compartment on his bike.

“Looks like someone’s been here,” said Beth, nodding her head towards a blanket laid out on the sand. It was parallel to the van, blocking its view from the road. The owners of the blanket must have selected it for a nice view of the scenery as the blue cove was behind it with palm trees on the other side. “It hasn’t been here long either. It doesn’t have any sand or debris on it.”

“I doubt anyone’s coming back for it.” Titus tossed his phone on the blanket, for once not setting it up to film her. Beth found that act weirdly touching. He walked down past the blanket, leaned forwards and pulled the shorts down. His cock sprang up immediately, sticking out, but bent down.

Beth slowly followed. Her eyes staring at the black man’s imposing physique. He had such strength, such a presence of raw masculinity. At some point, over the last two weeks, she’d started finding his muscles attractive. She was staring at his chest as she walked up, her hand moving down to his shaft. It stiffened the moment her fingers wrapped around it. Did it have any limits? Did it ever not get hard? She angled her head up as he leaned down to kiss her. The moment their lips touched, she melted into his arms.

Titus pulled back and spun her around facing the van. “Let’s get you out of this,” he whispered kissing her neck. Beth’s hand came back stroking his cock while he untied the strings behind her neck. Her top fell off into the sand. Strong black hands slid down her ribs, her waist, stopping at her hips. Her panty fell down into the sand. She shivered at his touch.

Smack!

Beth jumped as his palm came down on her ass. She spun around, but Titus was already wading into the water, laughing. Beth walked down into the water. It felt amazing to be outside, exposed to the world. Titus was swimming to the center of the cover. Water tended to be shallow off the beaches and this cove was no exception, but it got deep enough, she could squat up to her neck. Titus swam up to her and pulled her to her feet, kissing her again.

Titus took her hand, his cock leading the way up to the blanket. He grabbed the tanning lotion and filled his palm with the oil. “Don’t want you to burn,” he said, with a wink. His powerful hands were soon running all over her body, coating it with oil. This man could give a hell of a massage if he wanted. His roaming hands were both relaxing and arousing as he paid a lot of attention to rubbing out into her breasts, flickering her hard nipples over her thumbs. He stopped, pouring more oil into his palm. “Better get your back too,” he said, but instead of spinning her around, he hugged her slick body to his hard chiseled one. He reached around, rubbing his hands on her back. Her belly pressed into his hard cock and she could feel it throbbing with desire for her. It jerked multiple times, squirting precum on her stomach when his hands moved down to her rear. He covered her butt cheeks in oil, even making sure her crack was wet and coated. “Do me,” he ordered.

Beth leaned down and grabbed the lotion bottle off the blanket. She paused coming back up to kiss the head of his cock. Titus nodded approvingly at the gesture. She stood, filling her much smaller palms with the oil. His chest was already slick from hugging her, but she started with it. Her hands ran over his black skin, feeling every muscle on his chest. Beth’s breathing grew heavy., touching his body like this, the contrast of her white hands on his dark skin had her pussy leaking its arousal. He flexed his arms and she coated his biceps noticing that it would take three or four of her hands to encircle his arm at its thickest. She slid one wet hand back down his chest, his stomach, and into his pubes. Now his breathing turned heavy when her hand slid back and forth over his cock. He pulled it from her grasp turning around so that she could coat his back, moving down to his hard ass cheeks. When she finished, they both stood back, glistening in the sunlight, staring at each other’s bodies.

Titus reached out and took her hand leading her to the blanket, placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. Beth fell to her knees and found herself staring down the length of his shaft. She felt she’d never get used to the sight of it. Thirteen inches of hard black steel sticking straight out from his groin. The world’s most perfect phallus attached to the most deplorable man she’d ever met. Beth leaned forward and kissed the tip, looking up at him towering over her. His phone chimed, and he glanced down at it. The next thing he did was somewhat unusual. Titus reached down and rubbed one side of her face, moving her hair back and holding it against her head. He pulled forwards gently, urging her to start sucking. She did, though what she really wanted was to have this monster thrusting in and out of her pussy. He continued holding her hair while she sucked his shaft, massaging his heavy balls as she managed to kiss his pubes.

The phone chimed again.

Titus gave it a glance before releasing her hair and pushing her head back until his cock sprang out. “On your back,” he ordered.

Beth nodded eagerly, staring at his cock as she sat back, opening her legs while leaning back on her hands. Titus kneeled, his cock was sticking up. He bent it down rubbing her pussy lips before pushing harder, watching her open around the head as he slipped inside. Titus hefted her legs up and began working his cock in deeper as Beth laid down on her back. She moaned as he penetrated her. It had been too long. Titus worked his cock in and out, before pushing it all the way inside. He held still looking down while Beth ground her pussy into the root of his shaft, eyes closed, smiling lazily while she made circular motions with her hips around his cock. “Yes, fuck me now. Please?”

Titus phone chimed.

“Sure baby. Just tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Louder baby. Tell the world what you want.”

“I want to be FUCKED!” she cried, grunting the last word out.

“With what, baby?”

“With you BIG… BLACK… COCK! FUCK ME WITH YOU BIG BLACK COCK!”

“That’s good, baby,” he said, starting to work his hips. “You like this big black cock?”

“I love it, Titus. I love it. I can’t believe how good it makes me feel. I’m CUMMING already!

“Let it out baby, feel that black nigger cock making you cum.”

Beth did let it out. She thrashed her head left to right, humping up into his thrusting cock. She squeezed and pinched her own nipples, their sensitivity adding to her orgasm’s strength. “So good. So good.”

“Better than your husband’s?”

“So much better. So much bigger.”

“Gonna fuck you hard now, baby.”

“DO IT! FUCK ME HARD! I WANT YOUR CUM! MORE! CUM CUM CUMMING!”

Titus cut loose, once again Beth couldn’t believe the stamina the man had to fuck her so hard and fast. She thrashed back and forth, raising her hips into each thrust of his cock, trying to keep up with his speed, cumming repeatedly.

“Getting close baby.”

“Seed me! Fill me up, Titus.”

The phone chimed again.

“Fuck,” grunted Titus, sounding angry. He pulled out before he came, ignoring her wish. Titus stroked his cock a couple of times, resting on one hand while jerking his cock off. The first stream of ejaculate shot across one breast, the end falling on her navel. The second splattered on one tit. He raised his squirting cock, shooting strands of cum on her face. Beth turned away, closing her eyes quickly before turning her head back and opening her mouth. Sperm fell across her nose with some falling in her mouth.

Beth opened her eyes and raised her head in time to see the final wad essentially just fall from the tip of his cock to splatter on her pubic mound. Titus’ final glob of sperm was greater than one of David’s entire orgasms, but then the black man’s balls were as big as some of the small green coconuts laying around the lagoon. Beth hadn’t seen the full amount of one of his orgasms since the first time she’d jerked him off. “I can’t believe how much you cum,” she said, staring down her body. She slid her fingers into the pool in her navel, rubbing it around her oiled stomach. Her hand moving onto her breast, rubbing his semen into her tits. Her nipples were so sensitive, just touching them started to make her horny again.

The phone chimed. Titus glanced down at it as the screen lit up.

“Who’s texting you? Some slut no doubt,” she said jealously.

“No doubt. Go rinse off and we’ll go for round two.”

Beth climbed to her feet and walked down to the lagoon. She waded in and squatted, splashing water on herself while kneeling in the water as she cleaned.

“Beth,” called Titus. “Turn towards me.”

Beth looked over her shoulder. “Why?”

“I want to look at you,” he said. She stood and turned, water dripping from her body. The massive black man squirted some oil into his palm and began stroking his plump cock. It stiffened immediately as he watched her clean off. She dipped her head and hair into the water, flinging it up and back as she stood, walking back towards him.

Titus sat on the blanket, facing her. He spread his legs, cock sticking up and out, rampant, and shiny.

Beth stared at it as he approached. He laid on his back, holding it up. She straddled him and held herself open as she lowered herself over his erection. The head spread her pussy lips open, stretching them wide before it slipped in. Beth moaned, lowering herself further. She was taking him easier each time they fucked, her vagina stretching to conform to his size like she truly was born for big black cock.

Beth lowered herself until she was sitting in his lap, hands resting on his chest, eyes closed, just enjoying the feeling of true fulfillment. She felt his hands caress her breasts. They were slick from the tanning oil. He recoated her front until her voluptuous body glistened in the sunlight. She slowly started to ride him. “Oh god, you’re so big,” she moaned, throwing back her head. Her pussy contracted all over his big dick as she came. Her contractions pulled inwards, trying to milk the voluminous seed from the black cock. Her vagina wouldn’t reject this man’s seed. Her pussy craved it.

“Keep talking, gurl,” he whispered. “It turns me on.”

“Fill my white pussy. Fuck me with that big black cock. You fuck me so much better than my husband.”

“That’s good,” he whispered again. Louder, he said, “Now get off and get on all fours.”

Beth was squirting all around his shaft and didn’t want to get off. He grabbed her waist and lifted her up, her pussy trying to pull his cock back in deep even as it fell out of her. Reluctantly, she got on all fours facing the van. Titus rose up, kneeling. He grabbed her hips, pulling her left. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Just move,” he grunted. She moved until she was parallel to the van with the lagoon behind them.

Beth felt him poking at her and soon he was fucking her hard from behind. Her orgasm seemed to pick right back up where it’d left off. While she was cumming, warm liquid poured into the crack of her ass. Titus tossed the bottle down. He’d used much more then he needed to. The tanning oil poured down her crack, parting around his thrusting cock. His hands started rubbing it into her ass cheeks. It felt weird, but at least her butt wasn’t going to burn.

His phone chimed.

“Tell whoever it is to leave you alone,” she muttered, annoyed by the constant texts.

“Sure.” He grunted. “Ashley, I’ll call you later. I’m busy fucking my white brother’s hot wife.”

Beth couldn’t help herself and snorted a chuckle that turned to a moan as his cock pushed deep. She jerked forwards when his thumb pressed down on her anus. It circled around the rim of her tanning oil slick anus. “Push it in,” she said, softly.

“What?” he snickered.

“Push your thumb in,” she said, louder. “Yesss,” she moaned as his wet thumb pushed into her anus. He’d done it the first time they fucked in this position and she liked it. She didn’t know why, but having his thumb plugging her ass enhanced the pleasure she felt from his cock. It had her cumming almost immediately. Beth froze, head hanging down, breathing heavily from the intensity of the orgasm.

“Wish that dumb bitch would stop calling me,” said Titus rudely.

“Be nice,” she moaned. “She loves you.”

“I’m done wit dat bitch. Dropped her when I turned out Helen for da niggas.”

Beth wondered why he was talking so ghetto suddenly even as her face scrunched up with her hatred for the man. “She’s pregnant you… you… NIGGER!”

Titus froze with his cock half in her. She couldn’t see it, but his face was lit up in triumph. “Yo! I told use not ta calls me dat.”

“Talk normal, asshole,” she said, pushing back into his dick, but the hand on her cheek with the thumb in her ass held her still. “If you don’t want to be called a nigger then quit acting like a nigger. You don’t go around knocking up women and abandoning them,” she moaned desperately trying to hump his cock.

“Dats exactly what I does.” He laughed, and Beth felt he wasn’t really mad at her. “What’d I tells you I’d do if you called me a nigger again?”

“You said you’d… don’t you dare.”

SPANK!

“OW!” Beth yelped, more startled than hurt.

SPANK!

“OH!” Beth groaned, feeling her ass cheek stinging.

SPANK!

“Mmmm, yessss. Please start fucking me again,” she begged. He pulled her back onto his dick, then off, then back into it. “Thank you,” she mewled. “One more,” she pleaded, softly.

“One more what?”

“Spank me, nigger.”

SPANK!

“CCUUMMIINNGG!” she screamed, her body shuddering. Her head fell to the blanket. She was breathing so hard, she could barely catch her breath. “Thank you. Thank you,” she moaned. That had been her biggest orgasm yet. “Noooo,” she pleaded, still gasping while Titus removed his cock.

Titus watched his cock spring up as it freed her pussy, oil and her arousal rained off it as it bobbed before him. He heard crunching in the sand behind him and glanced over his shoulder. The Cuban had his phone up, zooming in on Titus’ cock. Titus cock head filled the screen as it came to rest on her anus. The head pushed down on her rosebud. It began to stretch, opening for the large intruder. He pulled back, pressed down again, then pulled back.

“Do it,” hissed Beth.

“Do what?”

“Shove that black cock in my ass,” she said, feeling ashamed. What have I become? She wondered. She felt him pressing down on her anus again. She’d cheated on her husband, had developed an exhibitionist streak, developed a taste for sucking cock, just had her biggest orgasm while being spanked, and now she wanted to be sodomized. Titus taking her ass would be her final submission to his dominant manliness. She winced as her ass opened around his cock head. “Just go easy,” she begged. Ashley and Helen all seemed to love it after the initial penetration.

Beth almost bit her tongue to keep from crying out. Even then, she still whimpered, grateful for his liberal use of oil as he began working the end of his cock in and out of her. She wished she’d let David do it the other night, but his small penis would have done little to prepare her for the Titan. Her bowels seemed to take his probing easily enough, all the pain was concentrated in her anus, but that too was fading. Quicker than she would have thought, it began to feel good. She found herself pushing back into his thrusts. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck my ass.”

Beth’s eyes were closed as she continued pushing back into Titus’ probing cock. She inhaled deeply through her nose, the masculine sweaty stench of cock filled her nostrils partially ruined by the smell of cheap cologne. She imagined the cock brushing her lips. Her mouth opened as Titus pushed deep and the second cock pushed past her lips.

Beth opened her eyes in surprise, staring down the upwardly curved shaft of a large brown cock. Her eyes were blocked by the man’s rather large brown belly. His cock looked to be about ten inches long, emerging out of his hairy mass of black pubes to curve up under his belly. A thrust from Titus pushed his entire cock head into her mouth. Beth’s tongue automatically began to twirl around the end of the brown knob and before she knew what she was doing, she was sucking the unfamiliar brown cock.

The man sat back on his knees, thrusting his cock up past his belly. She sucked halfway down his shaft and when she brought her head back up to the tip, she looked up over his belly. Instead of a face, she found herself looking into the lens of his phone. What the fuck was up with all these men filming everything? His skin was the brown of a light-skinned black man, but the color of a Hispanic. His chest was hairy, and he had gold chains around his neck.

She lost sight of him again when Titus shoved his cock deep forcing the Latino’s cock down her throat. Titus’ cock flexed, flooding her bowels with sperm. He pulled her back up by her waist, pulling his cock swiftly out of her anus. Semen splattered on her back and in her hair. She saw a teaspoons’ worth land on the Hispanic man’s belly. She watched it slowly began to slide down the man’s stomach while she continued sucking his cock.

The stranger didn’t last as long as Titus and soon his cock began to swell. She pulled back just as the first blast filled her mouth. She gulped, letting it roll over her tongue. His cum was as rich and delicious as Titus’ seed. His cock wasn’t as big, but his swollen hairy brown testicles were huge and full. Her mouth filled with sperm several more times before he yanked his cock back, it bobbed up and down spraying sperm all over her face. She managed to close her eyes just in time. It quit cumming all over her and she slowly opened her eyes.

“Smile puta,” said the man, slowly lowering the camera. The smirking face, with the curled-up lips looked familiar to her. Her eyes opened with the realization that this was the Cuban photographer they’d met on Miami beach. “I’ve got to fuck you,” he grunted, pushing himself up. His brown cock was still hard, bobbing as he walked around her.

Beth rolled over on her back. She glanced at Titus to see if he was going to stop the man, but Titus just stood off to the side watching the Cuban as he kneeled on the blanket again. Beth saw the ugly man’s brown cock approaching, her legs opening for him.

“Your cock is “muy grande”, Esteban,” said Titus, watching him line it up with Beth’s pussy.

“Gracias mi amigo, but your cock… now that is a work of art. I pay you “mucho dinero” to make movies for me.” He pushed his cock inside. Beth moaned, raising her hips into him as he began fucking her. She glanced at Titus again to see if he was jealous, but instead, his black cock was swelling and rising watching the ugly Cuban fuck her. Titus walked around to the side and was kneeling by her head when the Cuban said, “No! No. Other side. Facing the van.”

Titus nodded, rose again and walked around to the lagoon, kneeling by her head again. His cock slid over her lips. She turned her head and started sucking him.

“A la mierda con mi gran puta Cubana,” grunted Estaban, fucking her hard.

Beth’s hips raised into each thrust of the man’s big cock. It was hard sucking Titus with Esteban fucking her and Titus knew it. He just rested the head between her lips while jerking his shaft with his hand. She turned her head slightly, looking at the Cuban. His hair was slicked back with grease and his face was still scrunched up doing his Al Pacino “Scarface” impression. What a disgusting hideous man, she thought, just as his big cock got her off. Her entire body spasmed as she came, convulsing so hard, Titus’ cock flew out of her mouth. The black man pushed his cock back down as Esteban continued his hard-continuous thrusting. He wasn’t even trying to get her off. He was simply using her to get his own cock off.

Esteban thrust deep and held his cock still. His hot seed hosed her cervix with a steady stream. She came again, her pussy contracting around his spurting cock, milking his shaft for his seed. Even this nasty man’s seed was considered worthy by her pussy. Her muscles clamped down over the shaft trying to hold him deep as he pulled his still cumming cock out. He’d shot most of his wad, but he still had enough strength left to leave strands of cum from her breasts to her bellybutton.

Titus leaned up and his hot seed filled her mouth. He pulled back, jerking his cock off, sending a second coating of sperm over the drying cum that Esteban had covered her with fifteen minutes ago.

Both men jerked every drop of juice out of their shafts before standing. Titus helped her to her feet and turned her towards the lagoon. “Get cleaned up,” he grunted, smacking her on the ass. Esteban walked over to some sweat pants and pulled them on, remaining shirtless, his belly hanging low over the hem.

Beth washed in the lagoon as best she could, ducking her head into the water several times and wiping her face. Confused, she kept glancing at Esteban and Titan. The two men were talking animatedly. What was the creepy Cuban doing here? She walked back up to the blanket and retrieved her bikini. She dressed, starting with the panty.

“Tu puta es incredible!” said Esteban. “I’ve rarely seen her like. Good job with the street talk. Classy white women submitting to ghetto niggas always get more views. They bring in mas dinero.” Esteban rubbed his two fingers together as he held up one hand.

“And mas dinero for me?” asked Titus, mimicking his finger motions.

Titus phone beeped. “What’s going on?” asked Beth, glancing down at the phone lying on the blanket. Esteban’s was also on the blanket. Titus’ screen lit up with a text from Ashley. Call me, it read.

Poor girl thought Beth reaching down for the phone. She pressed the button and the phone opened right onto the messaging app. How many messages had the poor lovestruck thing sent… Call me was the only recent text from Ashley. The rest were all from… Esteban.

Pull her hair out of the way.

Fuck her on her back.

Tell her to be more vocal

Cum on her tits and face.

Have her wash up facing the van.

Have the puta ride you. Then doggy.

Double money if you fuck her ass.

“What the fuck!” she cried. Titus had been getting instructions from Esteban!

“Only half,” said Esteban, holding up a wad of cash. “The rest when the puta signs the consent form.”

“What the fuck!” she said again. Beth turned facing Titus. She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“He’s paying good money for a video of us fucking,” said Titus with a shrug.

“I’m not a porn star!” Beth reached down, grabbing Esteban’s phone.

“Settle down woman. I’ll give you half.” Titus watched her turn and toss his phone far out into the lagoon.

“Yo bitch! What the fuck?”

“Fuck you,” she said. “And fuck you!” She tossed Esteban’s into the center of the little lagoon. It sank with a splash.

“That’s coming out of jur fee,” said Esteban noting where his phone went in.

“I’m not one of the sluts in your porn videos,” she said, softly, trying not to cry. Why did she feel so hurt? She knew exactly what kind of a man her brother-in-law was. “Take me home. Now!” She stormed past the two men, towards the van and Titus’ motorcycle.

“Wait!” called Esteban. He handed her a business card. “I always need dancers.”

The card was for a gentlemen’s club called, Temptations. It was a high-class nudie bar in South Beach, Miami not far from her job.  She’d driven past it many times and billboards advertising it littered I-95. Esteban Perez, proprietor. In college, Beth had participated in protests led by her teacher to shut down strip clubs in the Lauderdale region. One of those had been a Temptations. She crinkled up the card and tossed it at Mr. Esteban Perez’s chest.

Esteban chuckled. “Look mi hermano, I got clubs and modeling agencies in Miami, New York, and Los Angeles. Stop in any one if you need some dinero. I give you bonus if ju bring me fresh talent.”

“I plan on heading out to L.A,” said Titus.

“I will be there after spring break. Lots of fresh talent come to Florida during spring break.”

“I bet. Sorry about the phone.”

“No problemo. It’s waterproof. Yours?” Esteban watched Titus shake his head. “Too bad. Ju just tame yo puta and get her to sign the release form. Get her to work for me and I give ju bonus.”

“Hurry up,” yelled Beth from over by his motorcycle. She looked like she was about to push it over.

“I’d better go,” said Titus. He held up his fist and Esteban bumped it. The black man turned and hurried over to his bike.

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Esteban watched them go. The moment the bike roared off, the van door flew open revealing three cameras on tripods, lens’ aimed through the side windows at the blanket. A Hispanic man jumped out, panting and shaking his wet shirt. “Jodidamente caliente,” he complained.

Two other men walked up out of the bushes on either side of the blanket. They were slinging video recorders over their shoulders. “That bolillo mujer come work for you, jefe?” one cameraman asked, hopefully.

“Te la follas bien, Jefe,” said the other one.

“But not as good as that Mayate, huh Jefe?” said the panting man operating the cameras in the hot van.

The other cameramen stored their cameras in the van.

Esteban looked over at the sweaty man. “You caliente, Manuel? Go get my phone.” He aimed his thumb at the lagoon. Manuel ran off and was soon wading in the water.

Esteban pulled one of the blanket’s corners back. A black microphone was sticking up under the sand. He pulled it up, the buried wire rising out of the sand running to the van.

“We make good movie, jefe?” asked one of his men.

“We make good movie,” Esteban answered. We’ll make really good movies once she’s working for me, he thought.

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Beth was crying as she clung to the black man’s broad back. She didn’t know why she felt so betrayed. He didn’t have the morals of a normal man. She did know that she wanted him gone and out of her life as soon as possible.

Beth wanted nothing to do with Titus Cetewayo anymore.