Goddess Whitney

Goddess Whitney

She could see she was giving the male flight attendant a boner dangling her stiletto into the aisle. Whitney had been in the air for at least 3 hours now, and just wanted to be on the ground again. But she needed some amusement, and if that meant torturing this boy, well, that was her favorite type of entertainment. 

She could see him glancing down at her slender feet, bright white toenails poking out here and there. He adjusted his trousers, but it was clear that he was erect. There was an hour to go before landing and she planned on enjoy it.

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5 years ago

Carl stood with his wife Sarah at the alter. It was the big day! His tux was perfect, her dress was beautiful. The world rushed by them, the words forgotten, they kissed, and it was done! Finally married they took off for their honeymoon, young lovers just seeking to pleasure each other. A week in Jamaica together. White sands, blue waters, alcohol, and passion. It was bliss. 

Carl and Sarah got married in a church, but had been making love for years through their engagement. Carl knew his wife loved him, and she made it evident. Sarah was a devoted wife, her husband was steadfast and made her feel safe. His inadequacies in the bedroom were overlooked. She was a internal orgasm kind of gal, and her husband couldn’t quite hit the spot. She could get the job done when he wasn’t around, its not important.

Life was perfect.

A couple years of this “bliss”, and Sarah was getting tired of the routine. Carl and her had long conversations about it. He completely understood. He knew he didn’t have the largest tool in the shed. 

They agreed, to his slight distaste, that they would try a cock sleeve. It was rather simple. Carl would slip it on, and afterwards would get his turn to finish. The package arrived, and to his dismay he unwrapped a surprisingly large, black, cock sleeve. Black? He thought to himself. Sarah and he never really discussed the color. He shrugged, looking forward to this kinky taboo thing. 

Sarah wasn’t home yet, he didn’t know why he did it, but he licked the dildo.

 The strange taste filled his mouth. His dick twitched, and he then pushed it into his mouth. Before her new it, he was gagging and slurping on it. 

Horrified… He ripped it from his mouth and cleaned it up.

Later that night when he entered Sarah, she began cumming almost instantly. He was amazed, he had never seen her get that wet, or dirty before. She moaned, nearly ripped the sheets, clawed his back… she was an animal. After he had been fucking her for 2 hours he took a break. Exhausted she asked if he would like a blow job. He was so tired… “tomorrow” he said.

The next morning, it didn’t happen.

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Sarah and Carl were back in Jamaica one their third wedding anniversary. They had packed simple bags, but there was now an assortment of dildos with them. Over the last year Sarah had been increasingly using them during sex. All of them were black, and all of them were rather large. A lot had changed, Carl had confessed his interest in sucking them, and she had confessed her desire for large dildos. 

Carl got pleasure from giving his wife pleasure. He didn’t regularly orgasm every time they played. Sarah sure did, typically 3 or 4 times. Carl had begun to take an interest in feet too. He would often rub Sarah’s feet, and during intercourse would occasionally suck on her toes. She didn’t mind. She liked the simple power it gave her over him. He has noticed the scales tipping this was, and they had been experimenting with some handcuffs. (They did make it into the suitcase!) 

Sometimes Sarah would cuff him to the bed and make him suck one of the biggest black dildos before (and after) she fucked herself with it. 

On a couple occasions she had asked him, “do you like watching me cream on this dick?”, and “this dick is so much bigger than you!”. 

Carl was afraid to admit… it turned him on more.

Back at the beach Sarah and carl were at the tiki bar, they were already pretty well along. Carl began to feel sick and told Sarah that he needed to lay down. Sarah finished her drink quickly and said “ok lets go back to the room”.

That’s When the bartender placed his hand on her arm and said “let me help you guys!”. The voice was smooth and deep and the man was golden brown and muscular, “great” carl thought to himself while getting a bit jealous. 

“That would be wonderful!!! “ Sarah said excitedly. She was wet from the water but her pussy had been running since the bartender began serving them.

The bartender scooped Carl up like her was paper, and carried him. “ put me down!” carl growled.

“ ill walk myself” carl mumbled.

“Ill be right there babe” Sarah called to her husband. She turned to the beautiful, tall black man, and said “I am so sorry. He must be a bit jealous. I promise it won’t happen again”

The bartender put his finger up to his mouth “shhh” he said, “There’s no need to apologize. He seems to be finding his way, why don’t you come back to the bar and we can chat some more?”

Sarah stumbled…” he is hitting on me she thought”. Her pussy flowed more. “That sounds lovely!” 

“Fucking bitch” carl grumbled as he walked away while his wife headed back to the bar. He did a double take, either his vision was blurry, or they were holding hands.

That night was magical for Sarah. She admitted, she was drunk. But when the bartender entered her she orgasmed like she never had before. She would love to say they made love, but it was more like he used her as a fucktoy. After several hours, and her pussy full of this mans cum she was spent. 

Things changed rapidly. Carl’s life was about to change forever, and part of him knew it. Sarah’s life just improved dramatically, “what have I been denying myself?” she thought.

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As the next year progressed Sarah began delving deeper into bdsm. Carl had appropriately fallen into place and was allowing Sarah to lead the relationship. Carl had admitted to Sarah that he could not satisfy her the way she needed. Sarah began only fucking the dildos in front of Carl and not allowing him to participate. Any time he popped a boner, she would look disgusted and say “ewwwww. I can’t believe I ever put my lips on that disgusting twig”.

Carl silently loved it. He loved being humiliated. Sarah would make him suck the toys she had, and would make Carl deep throat them. Turns out Carl had a knack for it, and could deep throat a dildo quite easily.

A few months later and the box appeared on the porch. It was a chastity cage, and Sarah spent no time waiting to put it on. She unceremoniously locked it on while she was cooking dinner for herself and her bull coming over.

This was a new routine, she had a bull over nearly twice a week now. Different men, most were black. Carl had to admit, it was hot. He enjoyed all of this. Deep down he had been repressing his inner submissive, and while his wife took flight… so did he.

AS the months clawed on Sarah began to silently hate Carl for all the time she had wasted with him. Her lovers cared about her, fixed things in her home, bought her nice jewelry. She was pampered.

One night a handsome black man had sat on the couch with Carl while Sarah was cooking. Sarah walked out into the living room and slipped her fingers under the edge of her yoga pants. “Do you want me?” she said to Carl.

Stunned Carl tripped over a few words. “Of course I do, but… you know” . Sarah pulled her yoga pants down to her ankles, slowly, seductively. A lacey red thong covered nothing, and looked great.  At that same moment the black man and her began laughing together. 

“You cant have me you imbecile” Sarah laughed harder. Carl’s dick was straining in its cage.

the next hour flew by as this man took his wife in front of him. A rare moment, normally he was never allowed to watch. 

The mans very large member had just finished depositing his load into his wife when she ordered Carl onto the floor. He knew what was about to happen, and the humiliation was nsarly too much. Carl though about not doing it, but his wife swirled her hand in a circular motion “ hurry up you cunt” Sarah barked.

Sarah sat on his head roughly, and Carl began licking her. The bulls semen slipping out of his wife and into his mouth. He ate it all. He felt disgusting, and when she got off of him the bull was standing there with a raging hard on… again. Sarah pulled carl up to a seated position. “ Do you want to taste the real thing?”

Of course he did, but he put up resistance. “come on, he’s down for it, and you have been practicing so well on those dildos… have the real thing”

Carl nodded and the bull approached. Sarah guided Carl’s mouth to it. He licked the tip, salty and meaty. The cock tasted like his wife. He opened his mouth and started living his secret fantasy. After a few minutes the bull reached down and grabbed Carl’s head. Carl readied his throat. The bull pull him down slowly, until Carl’s nose touched his skin. Carl worked his throat muscles to try and hold it. That was the moment he realized that his airway was completely blocked. He tried to breath and all he got was better suction on the god cock filling his throat. The bulls hands locked in a vice grip, pumping Carl’s head. He exploded in Carl’s throat and shot his seed directly down it.

Carl could feel it going down, his stomach muscles wretched. In one massive moment the bull pulled himself free of Carl. Carl made nasty noises as he began breathing deeply. Fresh air had quelled the urge to throw up. Sarah laughed at the sad excuse for the man she once loved. Carl lay in a heap on the floor as  the bull carried Sarah off to the bedroom.

She could faintly hear Carl wimpering.

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The wheels slowly kissed the pavement as the plane touched down at T.F. Green in Providence. RI.  Whitney strapped both of her heels back on and prepared for the disembark. She had no baggage, her trip would be short, and in a few hours she would be on a return flight.

This little trip from offered a decent payout. Half of a life insurance policy had been enough to grab her attention. The anonymous user had messaged Whitney several months ago. Whitney consider the offer and finally agreed, on her terms of course.

A few minutes later she was walking Into a kiosk at the airport. She purchased a go-phone and a minutes card with cash. She called the local cab company, Uber offered little to no anonymity.

Lots of people gazed over Whitney. At 5’9” she was above average in height. The 3inch stilettos only accentuated her powerful frame. Slender and solid, she walked with a purpose… a certain confidence.

She loved the natural power she had over people. Both men and women would do extra things for her just because of it.

She planned to use that advantage. 

“Now lets see if Carl is willing to do things for me also” she thought to herself.

A taxi rolled up, and Whitney stepped inside.

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The ride was a short 40 minutes. Whitney had sent the instructions to Carl several weeks ago. She was about to find out if he had done as he was told. She and Carl had met with the help of Carl’s wife Sarah.  You see Sarah had convinced carl that he should be disposed of. Whitney was the 3rd party that was going to make this happen. All of them agreed that the white males of the earth need to be removed. Whitney’s trip here would be as anonymous as possible. No phone records, no uber accounts, just cash.

The cab pulled up to the Moby Dick Motel, “ what a dump” Whitney thought. She removed a small stack of cash from her pocket and handed it to the driver. “Wait right here until I return.” The driver looked at the stack. 

“ I can wait all night for this ammount Ma’am.” The driver said. 

“Its Miss” Whitney corrected while climbing out of the car.

“ Yes miss” the driver replied. Figuring he was just dropping off a working girl. But why all the extra cash… and she looked way higher class than what he normally saw.

Whitney closed the door and began walking confidently, and directly towards unit number 13. 

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Three days ago Carl started throwing out most of his belongings. Sarah had forced carl to move into the basement, that way he would intrude less on her date nights. Now Sarah and one of her bulls were helping to move boxes out to the street. Most of them just said free. Occasionally a car would stop, look around, and take a box. Sarah had long since thrown away Carl’s chastity key, he won’t ever need it again. 

Carl had put up such a small fight. He knew it was worthless. Once he was dead, his wife would have everything, plus his life insurance. Sarah had vowed to fuck as many huge black cocks as her little white body could take. Carl was brainwashed. 

It was the day, finally. Sarah came downstairs and handed carl a plastic bag. He peeked into it, heels, fishnets, panties, a bra. He smiled. What a great outfit.

“Whitney said it will happen about 8pm. I know you can do this.” Sarah said very calmly.

 Carl nodded.

“ I will be with jarrod tonight, I will try and time it well. There are some more items in the bag, you know what to do. Goodbye loser.” Sarah spun on her feet and left him there. 

No last hug or kiss he thought? “I’m not worth it…” he said softly.

Looking back into the bag he saw a giant black dildo with a big base, a large buttplug, some handcuffs, a large ring gag, and a leather belt.

Great he thought. Maybe Ill get to have some fun.

He went outside, the cab was waiting. 

Carl got into his motel room and wasted no time. He had about two hours before Whitney got there. He had every intention on enjoying his time in bondage before… well… before he was dead.

He decided he would get dressed first. After he got everything on, he admired himself in the mirror. “what a cute little sissy” he thought.

Next up was the buttplug. It was larger than anything he had taken before. By the time he grunted and cried it in he was at the hour mark.

 He tossed the remaining items on the bed and quickly went to work. He wrapped a belt around his ankles. Opening his mouth he prepared to put the ring gag in… “will I ever get the chance to speak again?” he thought…

He paused… I could leave now he thought…

Sarah’s Voice in the back of his head was there “ Do it you little faggot loser, why the fuck are you delaying???”

Carl buckled it around his head, it was wide and hurt his jaw… he pulled the strap as tight as possible and brought his hands down and picked up the cuffs.

“Fuck it” he thought. Bringing his arms behind his back he snapped them shut. 

“Fuuuckkkk” he grunted. Drool spilling out of his mouth. Face down on a dirty motel bed, dressed like a woman, tied up, ass plugged and his clitty dick lock in chastity.

And the key under the mat outside…

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An Hour Later...

Carl had been face down on the bed for a while. The sheets in front of his face were wet with his spit. His dick was as big as his chastity would allow him. “I am such a loser” he thought to himself. 

He heard a key in the lock… his heart skipped a beat…

The door opened and closed. “ click” the deadbolt had been shut.

Carl waited for what seemed like an eternity. His sphincter pulsing around the massive plug in his ass. Footsteps carried themselves around to his side and he saw her heels and jeans from the corner of his eye.

“Don’t you dare look at me you fat pig” her voice commanded. Carl looked at the blankets in front of him. His spit continued to roll out. Whitney checked all of his bonds to be sure he was secure.  She saw that he was and sighed. “this is the easy part, for me, and the hard part for you”.

Carl began to have some remorse. Would this woman really hill him? “cuugggllll uuuggllllggll”… Carl realized this gag really did work. 

“It’s ok loser, you are not the first one I have done” Whitney cooed and sat on the bed near Carl’s head.

“Uuuuuuggggggllllll, gggguuugg” Carl tried to tell her to take the damn gag off. As pathetic as he was he still wanted to live. His never expected his fantasy to become a reality. He began to shift around, trying his bondage for a weak spot. 

“Ggggrrerraaa” he slumped back into the bed, Carl was at her mercy. 

Whitney laughed “you are so pathetic” she mocked his sounds he was making through his gag back at him. Carl actually found it amusing. His cock had filled out all 1.5” of his cage, and was hurting him. The humiliation now was just causing more pain.

Whitney pulled out a small key and placed it on the bed in front of him. “This is the key to your pathetic excuse for a dick.” 

Carl stared in disbelief, he thought Sarah had thrown it away.

He then thought about Sarah, and weather she was just doing this to indulge him, or if she really didn’t care. He figured at this time she was probably on her knees sucking on a god cock. She loves dick now he thought.

“You will not be released tonight” Whitney chuckled. “You will die with your cock in a cage behind some… rather cute… panties” Whitney stood and began moving about the room.

Whitney looked at what she had to use. The trash can had a plastic liner. There was a phone cord, but strangulation is difficult work. His death should inconvenience her as little as possible Sarah had told her. Carl just simply didn’t deserve it.

Whitney looked inside Carl’s duffle bag. There was a roll of duct tape in there! And next to it was a n extremely long… black… dildo. Whitney’s mind put it all together quickly.

She snatched the two items and returned to the bed. Using the tape she blindfolded Carl, then rolled him onto his side. 

“Uugggghhllll glhhh glhh gllaagggguu” Carl was becoming antsy. He was doubting Whitney would actually do this. Hell, returning to his place in the basement with this fantasy would have him more subservient than ever.

“Lets shut you up” Whitney said. 

It touched Carl’s tongue and he knew exactly what it was and began to prepare himself. “Oh god” he thought. Whitney worked the dildo into Carl’s mouth back and forth. She then pushed it deep… it nearly bottomed out. She could see his throat working around it.

Carl repressed the urge to vomit, and to breathe. He was actually proud of himself how well he could do this. His chest buckled once, and he was going to need air soon. “ Oh god no he thought… not like this.”.

Whitney removed the dildo and dropped it on the bed next to him. Carl shuttered and sucked air in.

“Look at your greedy little suck hole.” Whitney touched his shoulder. He heard the hotel room key drop next to his head. 

Whitney surveyed the room and situation. “I am ready she thought”

“It’s ok beta boy… you knew this day was coming” Whitney said. 

Carl shook his head. “uuugggg gguuuu” he wanted to just say some stuff. Why wont she take this stupid gag off. What a fucking idiot I am.

“You actually make a cute sissy.” Whitney said. “It will take a couple of minutes for you to pass out, and about 5 minutes for your brain to die” 

Carl did not believe what he was hearing. “Guuuuuugggg” he protested.

“No” Whitney said. “Diiiicccckkkkk” Whitney mocked him and then laughed.

She picked up the dildo and shoved it back in his mouth, working it all the way in. Carl was doing his vest to remain calm. “its just a fantasy” he thought and she’s playing along. The black dildo reached its bottom. 

Whitney grabbed the tape and wound it around his head and dildo, securing it in his throat. “ how unique” she muttered.

Carl began to violently struggle. The urge to vomit was coming in waves.

Whitney stood, “Goodbye Carl” she spun and headed for the door. Carl was desperately trying to make a noise but this thing was doing a good job.” She cant do this.” He thought.

The door opened, and closed… Carl was alone.

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Across town Sarah was throating the best black cock she had ever seen. She heard her phone beep, knowing what it said, she ignored it. 

Sarah pulled off the dick, stood in some sexy black heels and turned around. The black man bend her forward and entered her in a single motion. 

Sarah began orgasming instantly.

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Whitney returned to the cab, and asked the driver to return her to the airport. 

The driver was startled… she had barely been here 5 minutes. 

“Yes miss” he said putting the car in gear. 

Whitney looked at unit 13. Knowing behind that door a weak man, dressed as a woman, was suffocating to death on a black dildo.

 Her pussy was wet knowing she would be 100k richer in a few months time.

“poor Carl” she thought….

Nahhh, he had it coming.

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Carl rolled desperately from side to side. His chest heaving. His throat trying to remove this object.

“shes just outside and will come back” he thought. The duct tape smelled bad. 

He began to feel dizzy. His dick was betraying him… he liked what was happening…

His chest began to buckle over and over. All that happened was him sucking on the dildo more. 

“I am going to die sucking on a dick….” His cock was close to bursting. He began to hump the bed.

Carls brain spiraled, and he thought of Sarah. And how she was probably moaning on a massive cock at the moment. 

Oh Sarah he thought.

His ass hurt from the plug, his face hurt from the gag, his wrists were being cut by the cuffs. This was terrible.

“Im not even worth watching as I die” his brain trailed.

He sucked one last time, the dildo maxed out on his gag. 

He couldn’t cum in this chastity device.

“She left me to die alone…” his vision faded to black. 

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Sarah felt the god cock she was being fucked by pulse. The man grunted and filled her pussy with his seed. She thought of Carl… “He could never have pleased me like this” She thought.