Breakfast, Lunch & Dinner! (Patreon)

A little gift I did for my friend Throne who writes for us from time to time!

PLEASE BE SEATED by Throne

(aka BREAKFAST, LUNCH AND DINNER)

Willy knocked timidly on the door of the second-floor apartment, in the dilapidated old building.  From the other side, a female voice called out, “Come on in, vanilla pudding.  I been waiting for you.”

He entered, to find the familiar Black woman, Marva, flopped into the beat up easy chair.  All she had on was a short robe of some silky material.  The belt at the waist was only loosely tied.  She had the TV on, with the sound low, and was intently watching one of those reality shows, with the rich housewives gossiping and complaining and showing off their expensive wardrobes.  While she remained glued to the screen, Willy took a long look at her.  Marva was tall, with thick features, her short hair worn naturally, and  very large hoop earrings dangling almost to her shoulders.  The robe let him see her huge breasts, like a couple of bolster pillows that tapered at their ends.  Her thighs were extremely thick, but still shapely.  For a woman who was so big elsewhere, she had small feet.

Without shifting her attention away from the program, she snapped at him, “Get you soft white ass naked, boy.  We got a lot to do, this afternoon.”

In a quiet and respectful voice, he responded, “Yes, Marva.  Of course.”

As he unbuttoned his shirt, his stomach clenched from anxiety.  He slipped off his loafers, removed his socks, folded them neatly, and set them atop the shoes.  Then Willy got out of his pants.  He laid his clothes atop the footwear and stood there, wringing his hands.

“Did I say to leave them shorts on, loser?”

“No, Ma’am.  I’m sorry.”

She didn’t have to say any more.  He worked the underwear down his slender legs and stepped out of them.  Will was short and had almost no body hair.  He nervously finger-combed his mop of blond locks.  The intimidating woman stood up.  As always, he was struck by her raw sexuality.  In the past he would never have considered her attractive, yet now he was mesmerized by her.

Marva smirked at him and said, “Damn.  That dick of yours always gives me a laugh.  It’s like a puppy pecker.  HAW!”  She walked toward him.  “You already for your regular Saturday feeding, short stuff?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Wasn’t you planning on paying me this time?”

He bent over to dig his wallet out of his trouser pocket.  She looked at his pale rear end and let out a wolf whistle.

“You better not let any of the brothers see them buns.  They might want to take a ride on your sissy ass.”

“Yes, Marva.  I mean no, Marva.”

He fumbled open the wallet and took out the bills he had previously folded up inside.  She accepted those and used them to fan her face.

“Something’s getting me all warm,” she told him.  “Especially down between my legs.  What you think is making me feel that way?  What’s getting my pussy all wet?”

“It might…  It’s probably…”

“We both know it’s because I’m going to get my snatch eaten.  Don’t we?”

He lowered his eyes in shame.  “Yes.”

“And I did what you said last week.  What was them words you used?”

“I asked you to neglect your personal hygiene.”

“Yeah, that’s it.  So I made sure to be all sweaty and smelly down there.”  She moved her feet further apart.  The robe came untied and fell the rest of the way open.  Marva planted her hands on her wide hips and leered at him.  “Take a look, pussy boy.  Get on down and give it a sniff.”

He grimaced but did as he was told.  On his knees, he shuffled forward, until he was close enough to smell her perspiration.  Then he leaned further in, until his nose was almost touching the short tight hair of her pubic triangle.  Marva’s labia were slightly parted, allowing her fishy odor to assail him, as if someone had just opened the door of a seafood market.  He made a choking sound.

“Go on, Willy.  Give them fat lips a kiss.  You know you want to.”

He craned his neck and got his puckered mouth against her mound.  It was warm and those protruding ridges were moist and sticky.  Willy planted a firm kiss on them.

Marva laughed.  “Is there something else you want to smooch?”

“Yes.  I want to… kiss… your ass.”

“For true?  Because I ain’t washed it since whenever.  Left it alone, just for you.”

She let the robe slide off her arms and flutter to the floor, then pivoted, putting her buttocks directly in front of his face.  Two wide, chocolate-brown hemispheres confronted him.  They were ginormous, and the valley between them so deep.  Marva bent over enough to make them expand further, and at the same time push into his face.  Willy let out a shuddering sigh and kissed one cheek and then the other.  He pressed his lips to the top of that deep groove, and worked his way down, making contact every inch, being sure to get his nose in there.  She smelled of sweat, oily secretions, and loamy excretions.  Willy thought he might start crying.

“So,” she asked, “what you want to do next?”

“You know.”

“But I like to hear you say it.  A white moneybags like you pays long green for it, he gets to say it, too.  Tell the Black girl what to give him.  Right?  Give me my orders, boss man.”

“What I want to do next is…”  He took a breath.  “… to eat your pussy.”

“Even though it’s all stanky?”

“Yes.”  He sobbed.  “Especially because it’s… unwashed.”

“Well, then, head on into the bedroom.  Get your naked self on my bed, on your back, face up, looking for the stars.  Or in this case, looking for the moon.  The full moon.  So big and round.”

His shoulders were slumped as he took the usual short walk.  Once there, he got onto the mattress, in the position she had told him to assume.  Marva climbed on with him and straddled his face, with her massive rump hovering over his chest.

“Breakfast time,” she announced.  “Last week you weren’t trying hard enough.  Let me feel how much you like it.  After all, that’s why you keep coming back.”

Her parted nether lips were mere inches from his nose and mouth.  Offensive fumes emanated from her gaping slot.  As Marva lowered her pelvis, he let out a loud whimper.  She settled onto his features and gave a wriggle.  Out came Willy’s tongue, to swab her slimy interior.  Then he licked those bulging lips.  Barely able to draw breath, he sealed his mouth over her clitoris, which was disturbingly large, and sucked.  She purred happily and ground down on his mouth, getting her wetness on his nose, too.  Marva began a long slow ride.  His eyes were not covered, so his field of vision was filled by her swaying boobs, with their stiff nipples and the wide halos around them.  Beyond that, her dark face peered down at him.  As she rocked her hips, Marva’s oversized earrings were in constant motion.  He had done this often enough that he knew how she liked it, and the ways to prolong her pleasure.  It took almost an hour.  She approached orgasm several times, but never quite got there.  At last, she gave a few bounces to signal that she was ready to be put over the top.  He concentrated on her jutting love button and drove her into a frenzied climax.  She cried out.  Her pussy gushed.  He was forced to swallow the sexual fluids.  By the time she relaxed, he had nearly been suffocated.  Willy gratefully drew in several lungsful of air.  He felt tears on his cheeks and knew he was crying.

“Look at you,” she said, amused.  “Weeping Willy.  Don’t be sad.  That was breakfast, but you still got lunch and dinner coming.”

His lips felt puffy.  His tongue was overworked.  Her taste was so strong in his mouth that it was like he’d never be able to rinse it away.

“Now,” she decided, “it’s time for my naked houseboy to do some work around here.  Start with the sink full of dirty dishes in the kitchen.  Then you can clean the bathroom, top to bottom.  That ought to keep you busy until it’s time for your next meal.”

He tried not to think about what he had just done.  As demeaning as the housework was, it was better than the sexual slavery he had experienced.  Several hours later, Willy had gotten everything completed.  Before he had any time to rest, Marva came for him.

She sang out, “Lunchtime, Mister Hungry.”

“Marva… please.  If we could just skip that part today.”

“No way.  When you first hooked up with me, in that bar, and explained how you got to have all of what I’m giving you, you made sure to say that, if you acted like you changed your mind, I was to pay no heed.  You get what you paid for.  All of it.”

He hung his head in defeat.  “Yes, Marva.”

Back in the bedroom, he resumed his supine posture, but with his head near the bottom of the bed.  Marva cheerfully got into position, straddling him, facing his feet.  Her tremendous ass threatened to bury him.  She brushed her fingers over his small penis and it sprang to life.

“Whoa,” she said.  “You sure get turned on by all this freaky stuff.”

“It’s just that I haven’t ejaculated in quite a while.”

“Sure.  Keep telling yourself that.  Like as if there’s somebody at home who won’t let you tug that tiny toy.”

She unexpectedly dropped her bottom onto his face, left it there for long seconds, and raised it again.  Caught off guard, Willy was in an instant panic, panting and whining.  She laughed at his lack of fortitude.  She sat again, this time rubbing her ass on his face.  Then she was up once more.  He still hadn’t bounced back from the first time.  Next she plopped that titanic tail end on his face and let her weight settle, so that he was wedged firmly in place.  His feet danced around.  His arms were pinned by his sides.

“What’s the matter, Wimpy Willy?  Still pretending you don’t like it?  Then why don’t you just push me off?  Oh, wait.  I forgot.  You can’t move me, or get out from under.  Poor little white guy.  Shit, but you’re funny.”

Marva elevated her hips, but only slightly.  His face was already flushed and perspiring.  His nose was running.  He made a sad sound as she sank toward him in slow motion.  At least he had time to suck down a full breath.  Then she was on him, her soft flesh shaping itself to the sides of his head and over his face.  His nose was pressed against the floor of her ass cleft.  He felt the pucker of her asshole against his lips.

“Come on now, Willing Willy.  That itty bitty stiffy tells me you’re hungry for your feeding.  Get to getting, or I might just forget to let you have any oxygen.  I lose track of time when I got my big booty blocking your nose and mouth.  You know what you got to do to make me let up.  Kiss it like you love it.”

Sickened by what was expected of him, but desperate to be allowed more air, he poked out his tongue and teased her bung.  Then he ran his taster around the rim.  The earthy flavor was disgusting.  Finally, he forced himself to plunge his tongue inside and work it around.  He felt a shudder of excitement pass through Marva.

“That’s the way, snow boy.  Give me some more of that deep poking.  Heh.”  She rocked her bottom.  “Do it like I’m your prom date, and you’re hungry for French kissing.  Just pretend my rear exit is a real tight mouth.  Mmm.  Eat it up, yum, yum.”

Willy had to keep at it while she shifted around restlessly, her arousal mounting.  He drew breath when he could.  She hummed to herself as she danced her hips around.  His face was wedged all the way in, between her half-globes.

She chuckled.  “This is real comfortable.  For me, at least.  Haw.  You sure getting your money’s worth, ain’t you, peckerwood?  I been spending some of your money of take-out food.  Pizza and hoagies and stuff.  Might have gained a few pounds back there.  But hey, that’s what you like.  A killer ass, big as it can be, smacked down on your face and staying right there.  It’s like you just married my shitter and the two of you are on your honeymoon.”

Marva kept it up like that while he struggled to satisfy her and do as much breathing as he could.  Willy couldn’t measure time but I seemed like she had been on him for two hours, with no way for him to unseat her.  At last she dismounted.

“How’d you like that lunch?  What’s the matter?  Can’t talk?  Are you tongue-tired?”  She chortled at her joke.  “Let head on out to the living room.  You can play footrest for me, while we wait for you-know-who to show up.”

Willy moaned, “Nooooo.”

She gave his prick a pinch.  “Yessss.  My man Marcus will be here in a while, to help prepare one of those special dinners you like so much.  Last time it was pussy for a morning snack, ass for breakfast, and his secret sauce on your lunch.  But today it’s a full breakfast, lunch and dinner.  Bet you drooling for it.”  She patted his small hard penis.  “That’s what this pecker-meter tells me.  The little white asparagus is standing at attention.”

She ordered him not to get up.  When she went toward the living room, he had to follow on hands and knees.  Willy couldn’t take his eyes off the twin masses of her immense backside, as they rolled invitingly.  After Marva sat, she told him to stretch out in front of her, parallel to the piece of furniture.  That made it easy for her to rest one foot on his lower face, and the other on his chest.  She massaged his mouth with the toes of one foot, and teased his nipples with the digits of the other.  He quivered under the constant attention.  Then she shifted one foot lower, to trap his dick under her sole and roll across it, back and forth, back and forth, until his need was urgent, but fulfillment always just beyond attaining.

The sound he dreaded, a loud knock on the door, came all too soon.

“Yo,” said a deep male voice.

“Get your big old self in here, Marcus.  I been hurting for what you got.”

The big man entered.  He was tall and broad in the shoulders, but with a bit of a gut.  His skin was darker than Marva’s and he had a thick mustache, with an additional patch of hair under his lower lip.  He sneered down at Willy.

“Did shit-for-brains already eat your snatch?  Get it all clean for me?”

“Sure did.  And he ate my ass like he was it was chocolate candy.”

“It’s chocolate, but it sure ain’t candy.”  He guffawed at his remark.  “But I guess that your chocolate ass and this vanilla fuck-head makes a good pair.”  He gave Willy’s thigh a light kick.  “How about if the three of us gets busy?”

“You and me will get busy,” Marva stated.  “Then Freaky white boy, he’ll get hair pie for his dinner, with plenty of cream topping.”

The Black pair started for the bedroom, with Willy trailing them, on all fours.  Once they were in there, Marva helped Marcus undress.  Willy was as astounded as last time, when she uncovered the Black man’s cock.  It was long and thick, with a heavy knob.  Marva got it hard with a few strokes of her hand, and then they were on the bed, and then he was inside her.  They screwed furiously, with lots of vocalizing.  Willy knelt by the bed, on his haunches, watching them with wide eyes.  He was awed by how large Marcus’ tool was, especially when compared to his own.  The grunting man gave a series of rapid final thrusts and he and his partner erupted into simultaneous orgasms.  From where he was, Willy could see spunk overfilling Marva’s cunt.

“Damn, woman, that was good,” Marcus declared.

“For me, too,” Marva agreed.  “But now my snatch needs some tender loving care.  Lots of kissing and licking.”

“For sure.  And a big clean-up.”  He rolled off her and stretched out alongside.  “Lucky you got the right wimp for the job.”

“You heard him,” Marva told Willy.  “You the wuss to soothe my puss.   We’ll drink Jim Beam, while you lap up cream.”  She took a bottle from the battered old nightstand and passed it to Marcus.

Willy groaned as he got between her legs, with his nose close enough to inhale the scent of freshly spilled semen.  He slurped up a generous portion and gagged it down.  Twenty minutes later, he was still working.  Then Marva, because so much had been deposited deep inside her, sat on his face and let it ooze down to his open mouth.  For the next half hour she made him lick her.  She even had a bonus orgasm.  She shook and it freed a gob of cream that slid onto his tongue.  He choked on it but got it down.

“All right, creampuff,” Marva told Willy.  “You done till next Saturday.  Have fun thinking about me until then.”

He dragged on his clothes and staggered out of the apartment, with the couple’s final laughter stinging his ears.  As he went out onto the street, his face reeked of pussy and ass and spunk.  He got onto a crosstown bus.  People close to him moved away.  He transferred to another line and at long last reached his building.  Willy took the service entrance and trudged up three flights of steps, to avoid being seen in his disheveled state.  He got to his unit and let himself in.

“Hey,” said his wife Tanya.  “How was your visit to that special friend?”

“It was miserable,” he told her.  “Can’t you please stop making me go there?”

She laughed.  “No way.  This is too much fun for me.  Is she still buying our story, that you’re a weirdo who craves being sat on, and eating her dirty pussy and smelly ass?”

“Yes.”

“And did her lover boy show up, to pump her full of jazz?”

Willy sniffled.  “Yes.”

“And then…?”

“You know.”

“Say it.”

“I had to lick her out, until she was completely clean.”  He sobbed.  “And she even had an extra orgasm.”

“HA!  I think that next week, as soon as you get there, you should tell her that you want to lick Marcus’ rod clean, too.  And that you’ll pay extra to do it.”

“But my spare cash is almost gone.  I’m going to have to start using the money I was saving for new golf clubs.”

“No problem.  I cancelled your membership at the club.  So, you can sell the set of clubs you’ve been using.  I figure you’ll have enough money, from the membership and greens fees and paying a caddy, plus what you get for the clubs, to keep visiting Marva for a long time.  And seeing Marcus, too.  I think you and he are going to get a lot closer.”

Willy groaned.