Emma Gets Blacked

James' little white penis was still so hard, evenafterhis ruined orgasm. But Emma was pretty sure she could push the cage down on it slowly with consistent pressure and his little thing would soften up and fit right in.

"Do we have to do this right now, Em? I'm still hard."

"Yes baby," Emma said. "I'm not going upstairs, getting a shower and leaving you down here to diddle yourself. It has to go on now, and you have to wear it to the party tonight too."

"I have to wear this to the party?? C'mon... In public?"

Emma pulled his erection and testicles through the chastity device's pink plastic base and gave it a little tug to make sure it was tight against him.

"No one is going to see it, James," Emma said chidingly. "And, there are going to be so many hot girls at this party. Alyssa will probably be half-naked! Not to mention all the sexy black men." The words 'sexy black men' left Emma's lips in a needy moan. "Yes, you're wearing the cage."

"What if I say no?" James said, a subtle hint of defiance in his voice.

"Then no party. You stay home and I'll go by myself. Is that what you want?"

James looked down for a second then gave Emma a defeated look. "No, I want to go with you."

"Good!" Emma said. "I want you to come too.Withyour cage on. It's for the best, and it will be so much fun."

With the base secured, Emma pressed the small pink plastic cage down onto James' hard penis. The cage itself was just big enough to fit the head of his penis. To connect it to the base it would have to soften up completely.

But it didn't budge. His erection was strong.

"I think I'm too hard for this right now," James said. "Maybe if I had another cum?"

"I think it will work. Let's just give it a minute or two."

Emma pressed down on his penis with consistent pressure, just like she'd read online. She didn't think it was going to work for the first few seconds, then, sure enough, his penis began to soften and shrink. Just a little.

Emma shot him a self-satisfied smile while still on her knees in front of the couch. "See babe! It's working! Your little white thingy always listens to me."

"Ohhh," James moaned. "You're a cruel goddess."

Emma giggled. "Goddess? Hmmm. Goddess Emma! I like the sound of that."

"Goddess... princess... mistress," James breathed. "All fit you perfectly." He grunted in frustration as his dick continued to shrink under Emma's pressure. "Ugh! I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me. Let alone fuck a huge fucking black guy."

"I think you like both ideas quite a bit," Emma purred. "Locking your dick up for Goddess Emma? Being Goddess Emma's cuck?"

James only moaned and nodded in response, but Emma felt his penis begin to fight back against her pressure. It was trying to get hard again! But she kept the pressure steady and it soon continued softening. Only an inch or so to go until the pieces connected. Then she'd lock him up!

"Almost there babe..." she teased, as the head of the cage got within a fraction of an inch of the base. Emma pressed a little harder... thenclick. The head connected with the base and the two pieces snapped together.

"Yay!" Emma said. "Now don't move. Gotta lock it."

Emma deftly maneuvered the teeny little padlock that came with the device in her fingers, then slipped it through the latch and clicked it shut. "There! All done!"

"Shit. It feelstight," James said.

"You'll get used to it, I'm sure," Emma replied. Still topless, she groped and fondled her big tits while looking at James with an evil grin. "Does it get tighter when I do this?"

James laughed. "It's gonna be tight permanently around you, I think."

Emma giggled and leaned in, flopping her big tits down right on his lap. "What if I do this?" she asked, as she felt the hard plastic touch against her breasts.

James reached down to fondle her tits. He grabbed big handfuls and squeezed. "Oh fuck, it's working already. I'm crazy horny for you."

Emma looked down and noticed her cleavage was glistening with fresh precum. She scooped it up with her finger. "It's fucking leaking already," she said with an incredulous look on her face.

"Oh, he wants out!" James says.

"Well, the little guy's gonna stay locked in his new home for a bit." Emma stood up. "Now I'm going to get ready for the party. Do you wanna watch me try on outfits and do my make up? Or can you not handle that torture?"

"I think I gotta learn to handle it, Em. Might just be the chastity cage talking, but I can't think of anything I'd rather do than watch you."

Emma blushed and led him upstairs to the bedroom. They showered together and James took extra care to wash Emma's body. She let him take extra time on her tits and ass, and he very much enjoyed helping her apply moisturizer all over her body too.

He watched her shave her legs and pussy, and even helped her shave her ass. He watched her blow dry her hair, put it into loose high pig tails, and apply make up. She glossed her lips, contoured her face, applied blush, mascara, and did a nice smokey eye.

At her request, James brought her a number of bikini options. She tried on a few then settled on a teeny pink top with a string bottom, and paired it with a frilly white skirt that was mostly see-through. Emma shook her butt in the mirror and felt her tits.Fuck I look good!

She added gold hoop earrings, some gold bracelets, and fitted the little brass key to James' chastity device on a gold chain, then wore it as a necklace. "I have you right here, babe," she giggled as she squeezed her boobs, "just above my titties."

James wore white slacks and a fitted blue polo. He looked nice. Emma could just barely see the bulge of his chastity cage through his pants, but she figured only she would notice that, since she knew what to look for.

James came up behind her and put his hands on her waist, then kissed her neck. She reached down and touched the hardness of his cage through his slacks, toying with it.

"So, you and Darnell... is that going to happen tonight?" he asked pensively.

Emma brought his hands up to her breasts, then pressed her big booty into his cage. "Yes," she whispered. "I think it will."

"How close did you two get to fucking last night?" he whispered.

"Do you really want to know?" she teased. She had to be careful. She didn't want James to know the extent of her cheating. Especially not the gangbang or Mr. Jackson. Or the Black Kings Club. Not yet.

"Badly," he groaned. He pulled down her top and exposed her big tits in front of the mirror. Emma turned her head and kissed him.

"Why so badly?" she moaned.

"Because it's making me so damn horny thinking about you with him. Sucking his big black cock. Cumming on his big black dick. Fuck Emma. It's incredible."

"Yesss James," Emma moaned. "It will be incredible. He's going to fuck the shit out of me. I'm going to finally get to cum while fucking. Are you going to watch him take me?"

"I won't be able to take my eyes off you and him, babe. Fuck. I'm so horny for it."

Emma took James by the hand and led him back to the living room. She sat him back down on the couch and plopped herself down on his lap. "We need to have a little chat before we go."

She grinded her big booty against his cage. "Squeeze my tits," she ordered him. He did as he was told.

"I need you to be a good cuck tonight. There are going to be a lot of hot black guys there. Darnell. His buddies Marcus and Tre. Mr. Jackson even knows players from the Toros and the Anacondas."

"Like, pro football and basketball players?"

"Yes, Mr. Jackson is well known in the black community with athletes and entertainers," she said, twerking her butt on his lap. "I am probably going to be dancing with them, and it can get dirty. You HAVE to be good, no matter what."

"You're going to be dancing with those guys?" James whimpered, firmly molesting her big tits.

"Oh fuck yes. MeandAlyssa. You can watch us. But do not interfere. Do you understand?"

"Yes, babe."

"Yes, Goddess," Emma corrected, exerting even more control over James.

"Yes, Goddess," he repeated.

She flipped around and stuck her big tits in James' face. "Suck," she commended.

James greedily took one of her big tits in his mouth and sucked it.

"When the time comes," she continued, "Darnell is going to fuck me. Alyssa too."

"And I can watch? Unlocked?" James said between titty slurps.

"We'll see. If possible, yes. But if not, you still have to be good. You'll watch another time." She pulled his face close and tight to her tits, then whipped them back and forth across his face. She knew how much James loved getting titty smacked. "Agreed?"

"Yes, Goddess," James said.

"Good cuck," Emma said nicely, rubbing her fingers through his hair. She leapt up off his lap and said "Now let's go!"

James stood up and Emma noticed a small wet spot had formed on his crotch. She didn't bother to mention it to him. Perfect she thought. This is working perfectly!

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They soon arrived at Mr. Jackson's lavish beach mansion just as the sun began to set. It was a magnificent Spanish style home with all white stucco walls and a red terracotta roof. Emma had no idea Mr. Jackson wasthisrich, but it made sense considering the money he was pouring into the Black Kings Club.

There was even valet parking and house staff onsite. They were directed to the grand entrance, and Emma and James walked in together holding hands.

They entered into a large grand foyer, filled with guests mingling in the golden sunlight coming in through the many large windows.

Emma noticed a trend. Virtually all the men were black and hot as fuck. She didn't recognize any of them right away, but they all wore white, as if that had been written on the invitation as a dress code for Black Kings only. White pants and fitted white dress shirts seemed to be the common uniform.

They were all so tall, Emma noticed. And fit. Many sported gold rings and chains too. These really were the "elite" black men Mr. Jackson had described. Her pussy tingled a little while taking in the sights.

The women. too, were all smoking hot and dressed to kill. Bikinis and sarongs and strappy high heel shoes abounded. Emma noticed lots of Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada, and Dior, along with flashy gold and diamond jewelry. Their ages seemingly ranged between early twenties to fifty plus, but regardless of age, each woman was a baddie.

And based on the size and roundness of the booties in her field of view, she wasn't the only one with a BBL. The local plastic surgeons would no doubt have counted virtually all the women here as clientele. There were fake tits, plump lips, flat stomachs and botoxed faces everywhere she looked.

Most of the women were white--various blondes and brunettes--but she spotted a few spicy looking Latinas with incredible booties, and one Asian girl who looked like a tatted up anime princess with a heck of a boob job. There was also a blonde and pink haired black girl who had a thin waist and an ass/tits combo that rivalled Alyssa's.

This party was full of bimbos and BBCs, and Emma fucking loved it.

"Hey babe," Emma whispered. "I think you're like the only white guy here."

James looked around the room. "I think so. Shit babe, this is your type of party."

Emma looked at James wide-eyed and nodded enthusiastically. "Scenery's not bad for you either, eh?"

"Wait," James said pointing. "I found one. Another white guy!"

Emma looked to where James had pointed and spotted Mr. Jackson talking to a very hot, very rich looking woman, maybe about forty, with dark hair, olive skin, and plenty of jewelry. She was tall, lean and tan, and what little clothes she wore were all red, including an expensive looking luxury brand bikini top that barely covered her very large, immaculate (and no doubt expensive) tits.

Standing next to her was a fancy looking white man, at least sixty, with well coiffed white hair.Must be her husband, Emma thought.And probably her cuck too if they're both here.

Mr. Jackson made eye contact, smiled, and waved them over. His white dress shirt was only half buttoned, exposing his beefy, grey haired chest and thick golden chains. His flashy watch glinted in the light as he gestured his unlit cigar around. Purple patterned suspenders kept his dark slacks up.

Memories of Mr. Jackson fucking her on his daybed in his pimped out office came flooding back to her, causing her pussy to flood as well. Emma hoped she'd get to fuck Sir again. And again and again.

"Emma," Sir said, taking her hand and kissing it. "So glad you could join us."

Emma felt her cheeks redden. "Thank you, Sir. I wouldn't miss this," she said with a smile.

"And you must be the lucky husband, eh? James is it?"

James put out his hand. "Yes, nice to meet you Mr. Jackson."

"Lucius, please," Mr. Jackson said, shaking his hand. "Emma, James, let me introduce you to the beautiful Eva Sobranie, and her lovely husband Pierre-Jules."

"Lovely to meet you," Eva said with a slight European accent. "Do you work with Lucius?"

"I do!" Emma said quickly. "At King's."

"Oh very nice," Eva replied. "Do you...enjoyit? I know Lucius has been investing quite a bit into it recently. It's completely changing, no?" Eva gave Emma a knowing look.

"Oh I love it!" Emma said nervously. "All the... renovations and changes are really positive."

"Em's really been looking forward to going back to work next week," James added.

Eva looked at James with a wide-eyed smile. "I'm glad you're so... supportive James. Just like my Pierre-Jules," she added, hugging her husband's arm.

For his part, Pierre-Jules simply stood and smiled blankly.

"Well why not? It pays well and keeps her fit," James said. "What's not to like?"

Eva raised a curious eyebrow at James' response.

Emma smiled nervously and tried not to squirm in an obvious manner. Clearly Eva knew all about the BKC. James wasn't ready for that conversation yet. Emma's eyes darted around for Alyssa---or anyone she knew to get her out of this conversation.

"James," Mr. Jackson said, right on cue. "Not sure if you know, but Pierre-Jules here is the owner of the Anacondas. They're a partner of ours. We support a lot of the team's fitness activities, amongst other things."

James' jaw dropped. "Oh yeah! Jeez, I knew the Sobranie family owned the team but I just never put two and two together when Lucius said your name. So nice to meet you! The 'Condas are having a good season so far, huh?"

"We have high hopes!" Pierre-Jules said. "Lucius here has provided excellent services. I know many of the players are excited for the changes, and for the new services." He leaned towards James as if he were telling him a secret. "And we hope it can help us attract a few key free agents too!"

James nodded. "Uh. Of course!"

Eva grabbed her husband by the arm. "Come Papi, I see Sophia is over there speaking with some handsome gentlemen. Shall we save her?"

Pierre-Jules laughed. "Oh I highly doubt she wants to be saved! You know how much she--"

Eva shot him a look. "Let's go see her anyway."

"Er, yes," he said.

Eva smiled and said it was nice to meet them both and then they walked away.

"I believe I saw Alyssa outside on the dancefloor," Mr. Jackson said. "Marcus and Tre are out there too, so Darnell shouldn't be too far behind."

They said their goodbyes to Mr. Jackson and headed outside. Emma found it hard to just act normal around him. She really wanted him to fuck her again. She figured he would soon enough, but now was not the time.

Alyssa was easy to spot on the dancefloor sandwiched between Marcus and Tre, gyrating between them to a pulsing hip-hop soundtrack. She had on a teeny blue bikini that showed enough sideboob for a billboard, along with plenty of bling, including a white gold choker collar and big hoop earrings.

She grinded between the two beefy black studs, her big ass backing into Tre, while her huge fake tits pressed against Marcus.

Emma ran towards Alyssa. "Lyssssa!" she called out.

"Emm!" Alyssa said, not bothering to stop dancing. "Come dance with us baby!"

"James, get us drinks!" Emma said. "Then you can watch us dance."

That comment drew a few looks from bystanders, and James' face flushed. Emma mouthed a 'sorry' at him, but he just smiled and headed to the bar.

Marcus welcomed Emma in, making a little space for her between him and the front side of Alyssa. "Come grind with us, baby," he said smoothly.

Emma didn't need to be asked twice. She squeezed in and backed her booty up against Marcus. She'd been so focused on Darnell these last few months she didn't realize just how hot he was. Six feet tall with a great physique and tats. He was a badass. And he could dance too.

Alyssa leaned close to Em and whispered. "I heard you had a fun night last night."

"Too much fun," Emma said. "You and Daddy got me going and I couldn't stop."

Alyssa laughed. "After you left, me and Daddy hung out with these two." She looked back at Tre who pulled her in even closer to his hips. "We had a lot of fun, didn't we?"

"Yes we did," he said. They locked eyes and gyrated together. They were practically fucking. Probably a lot like they did last night.

Emma felt the firm tug of Marcus pulling her into him too. "And we're planning for more fun tonight. When Darnell gets here."

Emma's pussy clenched and her nipples strained against her top. Fun with Darnell, Marcus and Tre? Sounded good to her. She pressed her ass back against Marcus. "Ooooh yeah," she moaned. "Fun sounds fun."

They grinded to the music. Emma could feel Marcus' size pressed against her. She had a big ass and his dick seemed to touch all of it. She imagined it going inside of her, stretching her pussy. Maybe with Daddy Darnell's big cock in her mouth. Oh she was getting really horny now.

A hand with a champagne glass suddenly appeared in front of her bringing her back to reality.. It was James. He had a glass for herandAlyssa.What a sweetheart!she thought. She took the champagne glass and kept dancing, twerking her ass on Marcus's crotch. "Thank you baby," she said.

Alyssa gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Emma watched as Alyssa's big half naked titty pressed against her husband's arm during the cheek peck. Her eyes instinctively went down to James' crotch and, sure enough, she caught his cage bulge twitching.

That little cuck loves Alyssa's tits. It was very understandable, but she still wanted to make him pay a little. She decided to give him a little bit of bossy humiliation as a payment for that bit of enjoyment he just had.

"Babe you're the best," Emma said. "Can you get two more drinks for us? Plus two for Marcus and Tre. Then you can watch us dance for a little bit, okay?"

James went up to Emma, leaned in, and gave her a big kiss on the lips. "Yes, Goddess," he said.

Emma blushed and cackled. "Good boy!"

"So good!" Alyssa added.

James headed back toward the bar and the whole group laughed.

"So James likes to watch," Marcus said with a laugh.

"I hope so," Emma said. "Because that's all he's going to get to do tonight!"

"Let's put on a show for him, then," Tre said. "A good show, right baby?"

Alyssa looked back at Tre and within seconds their tongues were in each other's mouths. Tre even had the balls to cop a feel of Alyssa's big tit, right there in front of the whole party. Alyssa didn't even try to stop him.

Emma looked back at Marcus and right away she felt his lips on hers. She kissed him back and let his hands roam over her body. Marcus kissed really well. He danced well too. What else does he do well?