Chapter 9 - Black Superiority - Akali x Senna, Taliyah, Qiyana

Warning: This chapter has racism. It's about black girls domming an asian girl. If that's not your thing, then don't read on. However, that said, I don't think it's all that intense in terms of offensive themes. It should be fine, probably. This is your warning.

This chapter also has some lighthearted and silly themes so it seemed right to post it on The Dating Site story.

A commission.



Akali swaggered as she walked. And why not? She was the biggest sensation the League had had for years. “Dudes want to ban me, girls want to pick me” she tweeted. Her self-confidence would have been excessive if she didn’t have the skills to back it up. Her body was perfect, her physique sculpted with a kissable tummy, hand-filling breasts that didn’t shake around too much when she was fucking, and some of the best legs ever that only led up to an incredibly tight ass. Her skin was whiter than most Asians but her love of rice and noodles gave her away; Akali leaned into the stereotype, even eating ramen before battles. Eating before combat was like eating before swimming, but she had never had problems before. Her body was a lean machine and great at pulling energy from deep reservoirs. That was one of the reasons she liked going to the gym so much, although she didn’t like how she didn’t have anyone to show off for at the gym, so she took plenty of selfies. Twitter ate it up. She was one of the most highly-followed personalities on there, especially since she’d joined the KDA band on the recommendation of her friend Kai’sa. She wasn’t too happy about sharing the light with those sluts Evelynn and Ahri, whose Twitters always linked to some porn video of them taking it up the ass. People had arguments over who sucked more cock, especially since Evelynn and Ahri were both succubi. Akali thought they were so shameless. And yet she couldn’t help but be a little jealous of the extra attention the whores got. 
 
And why shouldn’t she be confident? That stereotype about Asians having the smallest dicks was obviously ridiculous. Her own dick was 6 inches, which was perfectly big for a girl anyway. In fact it was above average, a fact that she preened herself on. Out of all her friends, she had the biggest penis. Of course most of her friends were enchanters like Sona and Janna who barely had anything. And the rest of the band was all around her size (Ahri was the smallest). 
 
But then there was this new crowd, the True Damage dickheads. Their music was so… black. It was aggressive, and pounding, and… and black. it made her head hurt. But their dusky skin, well, that was something new for League. For years it had just been Karma and Lucian. Karma was her friend, and, well, Karma was fucking hung. She had heard of that stereotype too, about black people having huge cocks. But that had to just be hearsay. After all she had a nice big 6-incher, that proved that Asians had enough down there anyway. That black skin, though… after almost ten years of League being a white-girl party, she had to admit it was alluring. Only because it was something new, you understand. It wasn’t like she was getting tired of white girls. Or that she was super into black girls! That would be crazy. She just liked to look at them a little more than she should. 
 
So when she swaggered into the gym for her biweekly training, she was a little surprised to see the three new mocha additions to the League. Qiyana leaned on the desk on one elbow, putting the moves on the blushing receptionist. Taliyah was standing nearby, talking to Senna. Qiyana and Taliyah were about the same age, but Taliyah was older than her years, and did better talking to the stern Senna. Their outfits were True Damage, with loud, solid colors that stood out well against their tawny skin. Qiyana in particular wore loud pink and neon-blue hair with pink highlights. Senna’s eyes were neon blue, as were the tips of her hair. Her skin was easily the darkest of the three. Their clothing also emphasized their breasts, all three of which were Akali’s superior. She felt herself burn with embarrassment. W-well, it wasn’t like Asians were known for being large up there, except for Hitomi Tanaka and other freaks. She didn’t like those sorts of porn-stars because they made her self-conscious, although she wouldn’t admit that was the reason. And… it was kind of the same way with black porn stars too. Their huge dicks made hers look like a finger. But then again, those were porn stars, they were way above average. Even the white women who did porn had fucking logs that any girl would be jealous of. Akali was pretty sure they used penis pumps before filming too. Anything to cheat. Anything to make herself feel more reasonable in comparison.
 
“Oh hey. Look girls, it’s the e-whore,” Qiyana chirped, immediately forgetting about the receptionist. The other two looked over with slight giggles forming despite their serious demeanour. All three had gotten a taste of fame from True Damage, and they liked it. “That one who’s posting her tiny tits on twitter constantly. Definitely compensating for something,” she said, lifting a haughty hand to her mouth and laughing with the others.
 
“Shut your mouth,” Akali hissed, putting her head high and stalking past them without another word or look. She came here every week, the staff knew her. She didn’t have to waste time signing in… or waste another moment with these bitches. As she walked past, Senna’s arm brushed up against Akali’s, the contrast of black-on-white skin startling. Akali narrowed her eyes and glared as she continued to move, not wasting a breath on her.
 
“Oooo, she got a white girl ass too,” Qiyana egged-on as Akali walked away. Akali stuck her tongue in her cheek and continued walking, trying not to shake her hips too much, but it was hard with her heels. 
 
Akali got to the locker room, and was relieved to find that nobody else was there. Her forehead prickled. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked great. Nothing to worry about. That bead of sweat rolling down her cheek didn’t mean anything. It was just… hot outside. She reached up and peeled off her shirt, discarding it on the bench. Akali, well… she didn’t really have to wear a bra. There wasn’t enough there to bother on most days. She wore a bra during workouts so she didn’t accidentally show off her nipples, but that was all. Her dick was big enough that a cup was handy but not mandatory. She shaved all over her body. Their black skin kept flashing into her mind and she closed her eyes and shook her head. No, don’t be silly.
 
The door banged open. Akali glanced over, and her expression soured as she saw the terrible trio trot in. With her shirt off, and modest chest on display, she filled her lungs with air to make herself look bigger up top. She pretended like she had nothing to hide as she kicked off her pants and, with one sidelong gaze at Senna, pulled off her panties. 
 
“Wow, as pathetic there as in her padded shirt,” Qiyana yawned obnoxiously, patting her open mouth with the palm of her hand. “Asians really are the mutts of the gene pool.”
 
“Why are you wasting your breath?” Akali snorted, going back to pulling her gym clothes on. “If you don’t like me then shut up and get out of my way.”
 
“But it’s so much fun making you mad,” Qiyana pressed, stepping up into Akali’s personal space. Their eyes locked, and Akali saw just how very young and lacking in maturity Qiyana was. The girl was shorter than her, usually sporting sparkling platinum hair that cascaded effortlessly over her shoulders. Today, however, it was blue and pink and done up in a cropped ponytail. And with her hands on her hips, Qiyana’s legendary thighs were really on display. Virtually every photo of her online was tagged thicc, and with good reason. Her hips were almost as wide as her shoulders, and they stood out even more when she was standing with her legs spread, as she did often for that exact reason. 
 
“Runt,” Akali said, feeling blood rush to her cheeks. It wasn’t rushing to her arms, her legs, or even her dick. Instead she felt shame. Shame that this pipsqueak was getting to her. Qiyana’s luscious brown skin called to her. She closed her eyes and shook her head again, letting out a grunt of frustration.
 
“What’s the matter?” Taliyah said, cocking an eye, unable to suppress her smile. She was dressed in a bright neon blue shirt, and dark navy blue vest. Her bottoms were pure black gym shorts. Akali saw the bulge there. Taliyah didn’t hide it. “Getting hot under the collar?”
 
Then Senna stepped forward, actually towering over Akali. “Don’t worry. We have that impression on girls a lot,” she said, and Akali actually saw Senna’s eyes trail down her nude body to her groin; the woman’s lips curled slightly in amusement. “Oh well, let’s get ready for our workouts, girls,” she said with a casual sigh, turning and waving her hand. 
 
Taliyah started. She was just 18, but that meant she was in her sexual prime and willing to show off her body. With a turn of her hips, she hooked her thumbs into her pants and pushed them down her legs slowly, revealing inch after inch of brown girlcock. It was even a little darker than the rest of her skin, and she had an uncut foreskin. Akali felt her dick twitch as she stared at it, and then caught herself actually staring, and turned her head, blushing furiously. Taliyah was a good five years her junior, but she was more hung than Akali. Probably 8 inches, easily a quarter larger. How embarrassing. 
 
Qiyana was just a little older, and while she was often the voice of the trio, she wasn’t the brains. She, too, had a healthy bulge between her juicy thighs. She shed her skin-tight True Damage branded pants, and like her partner, revealed inches of girlcock as the hem slipped down. Akali swallowed as the cut head twitched just slightly. Her head was a muted pink color, the flare obvious. She felt a stir between her legs, and she tried to suffocate it, thinking of anything she could that wasn’t sexy. But she couldn’t take her eyes off it. She was even a little bigger than Taliyah. Maybe the stereotype was true after all..? Even Karma was hung, and now both of these young women were her superior too. 
 
Senna went last. The woman’s luscious lips were still curled in a smirk as she eased off her jeans. Nearly a foot of fat, glorious black girlcock unfurled from between her legs. She was definitely a shower, not a grower. Her skin, and her penis, were easily the darkest of all three women, making it seem even bigger and juicier as the light glistened off the slightest curve. It was also adorned with a thick vein running from base almost to the tip, which seemed to be throbbing slightly. Her foreskin hung down almost half an inch from the end of her cockhead.
 
Akali couldn’t help it anymore. She put her hands between her legs to stop herself from springing an erection but it was too late. She was hard as a rock and all she was doing was pushing down painfully on her dick. Her face was as red as could be, and she pursed her lips in humiliation. Oh fuck.
 
Then there was a camera flash. Qiyana giggled awfully as she waved her phone. “Nice!” she said, showing the screen to her friends. “I should post this online. Let everyone know what the Rogue Assassin is really hiding down there… nothing but a perfectly average little girlcock.” 
 
“It’s a little bigger than average,” Akali said quietly, automatically, without thinking. It was the mantra she had repeated to herself for most of her life, and took no brainpower whatsoever to manifest from her lips. Immediately she flushed red again and her eyes went round as she embarrassed herself further, moving her shoulders forward to have her forearms obscure her hard pink nipples, only shoving her small breasts together and emphasizing how even a bra couldn’t give her cleavage big enough to stick a dick through. Akali’s unthinking statement made both of the younger woman break out in peals of laughter, while Senna’s lips curled right up and her cheeks rounded. There was no hiding it. All three of them knew exactly why Akali had said that.
 
“Oh, that’s so cute,” Taliyah said, reaching down and gripping her brown dick between thumb and forefinger, flopping it slightly so it made a meaty noise against her thigh. “She lied to herself her whole life; pretended she was big. But this, honey…” slap slap. “This is big.” Nine inches for sure, and a girth that would stretch any hole.
 
Senna shook her head, cocking her hip and spreading her legs slightly, letting her 10-inch prick hang between her thighs. That would wreck a girl, and the girth was even more impressive. You couldn’t get your fingers to close around it. That really was a log, especially that delicious black color that made Akali sweat even more. With her white skin wrapped around her six inches, she could only feel herself throbbing in need.
 
“I should post this online,” Qiyana said, wanting Akali to rise to it.
 
“Don’t!” she shouted automatically, reaching out with one hand for the phone, then shrinking back as her suddenly-inferior dick was on display, and all three black girls laughed at it again, making her burn with humiliation. It almost felt like she could cry, but that wasn’t quite the emotion she was feeling. There was a welling in her eyes, but it was a heat rather than tears. The back of her neck shivered as the three superior shemales stood before her, appraising her body with their eyes. It would be bad enough if they were taking her clothes off in their heads, but she had done that for them. “Don’t,” she whispered, “I’ll do anything.”
 
“Anything?” Senna said, tilting her head back, shifting her weight to her other hip, letting her cock hang.
 
 
Later
 
 
Akali sat on the couch, rubbing her thighs together. The ninja couldn’t get rid of her erection no matter how hard she tried. They were all gathered in the True Damage band trailer, with the driver up front completely sealed in a soundproof cab. All three of the black girls teased her as they drove. The trailer was even more swanky than her own band’s: sleek black interior and purple neon lights in the corners of the floor and walls. The neon lit up her dragon tattoos, just like in her own music video. A mini-fridge stocked with alcohol and even some drugs. The place to hang out in the back was almost the size of a living room, and they had plenty of chairs and beanbags to stretch out on. The girls had Akali put clothes back on to take her out of the gym… but not her own clothes. They found a skimpy number with a too-thin shirt that her nipples tented, and a very short skirt that didn’t hide her erection. She shuffled to the trailer covering herself with her hands, but she couldn’t cover her face and her nipples and her eyes. She settled on her face and her cock. Luckily there weren’t too many people around, but Qiyana was taking plenty of pictures judging by the snapping sounds and bright flashes. Her lip quivered. But again, it wasn’t like she was going to cry. It was a different sort of quivering inside her, like when you see your hot neighbor naked through the window. 
 
Inside the trailer, the girls sat around, comparing their cock sizes to Akali’s.
 
“Everyone knows you’re the biggest Senna,” Taliyah said tiredly. “You can barely hide it in your pants.”
 
“I’m almost twice the size she is, and just look at how tiny and tight her pouch is. My balls are each bigger than her whole sack.” It was true, Senna’s chocolate nutsack was about as big as her fist, and hung heavily from her groin. Akali wondered what it would feel like if they slapped against her chin. No, can’t think that… her cock only got harder, and she whined.
 
“Your cock is trying so hard to be bigger!” Qiyana said, taking another picture of it, making Akali blush red. “Maybe we can help, like do we have penis pumps?”
 
Taliyah shrugged. “I think so. There are plenty of toys back there.” She sighed as she stood up, her brown dick hanging between her legs and gently plapping back and forth between her thighs as she wandered into the back of the trailer. They could hear sounds of her digging around. Akali’s eyes were mesmerized, like Taliyah’s cock was a metronome. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, but found her gaze now filled with Qiyana’s big dick. 
 
“Kiss the royal scepter,” she said haughtily, the inner princess speaking for her. 
 
Akali shivered. Plenty of thoughts ran through her head: Do I have to? She was pretty sure what Qiyana would say to that… What if I don’t? No, she knew the answer to that one. Her pics would get posted online and tagged everywhere. There was no way she could put a lid on it after that. Everyone would know that she was only kind of average between her legs. It would ruin her image too, make her like Evelynn and Ahri too. She despised that. And yet, the royal scepter still hung before her eyes. She looked up at Qiyana’s face, who was staring down at her rather embarrassed fucktoy with an expression of distaste. Qiyana grabbed Akali’s ponytail and jerked her head forward, mashing her face against the hot, musky girlmeat. Her soft cock nudged the radius of her eye, the length of it stretching down past her lips. Her balls squished out on either side, pressing against Akali’s lips and cheek. She squirmed, then opened her mouth and planted a warm kiss on it.
 
“No, that’s not good enough,” Qiyana said naggingly. “I want to hear you smooch it. Then tell it just how much you love it.”
 
Akali’s lip quivered. “No way, I’m not saying anything that will get you gross sound bites to discredit me on the internet.”
 
“I think it’s too late for that!” Taliyah said, coming back into the room holding a big clear plastic device in her hand. “All you can do now is try to pleasure her so she forgets to post those pictures.
 
Akali grimaced. Then her expression went neutral and she planted a dry kiss on Qiyana’s dick, making sure to make a smooch as she pulled away. Qiyana let go of her hair, and Akali happily retracted her head. The smell was filling her nostrils and she didn’t like what it was doing her to libido. She could feel her heart pumping in her chest. “That’s better,” Qiyana sniffed, “But you can do better. I’ll train you more later. Right now,” she said, grabbing Akali’s jaw in her hand and tilting her head up before popping her half-hard dick in her mouth.
 
The taste was tangy and pungent. It tasted like sweat and maybe some moisturizer. Qiyana’s cut cockhead didn’t hide the smells from her sweat or her pants. Akali winced, her tongue withdrawing, but Qiyana pushed forwards and laid her cock fully on her tongue. “Ah-ah,” she said, wagging her finger. Akali almost jumped out of the seat when Taliyah roughly stuck the penis pump down on her dick. The plastic cuff scraped painfully for against the sensitive flesh of her head, easily pulling down her own skin, although she was also circumcised. Taliyah started squeezing a little black rubber sphere, slowly draining the air out of the pump. Akali’s eyes went wide as her cock started to really feel the suction, it wasn’t painful exactly but it was the farthest thing from pleasant. She felt her cockhole blossom ever-so-slightly as the suction tried to turn her flesh inside-out. She grunted and kicked her head back, only to find Qiyana’s hand still there, keeping her from pulling back too far. “No, no, you have to enjoy it,” Qiyana said. “And I have to believe that you enjoy it. Then I’ll let you go. After I dump a load down your throat of course.”
 
Akali’s heart was pumping even faster now, especially as it tried to fill up her cock with blood to counteract the vacuum. She could almost feel it getting bigger… maybe? Maybe, just a tiny little bit. But the discomfort wasn’t worth it at all. Taliyah kept squeezing and her face screwed up as Qiyana slapped her cheek. “Hey, pay attention. Lick my cock and balls,” she instructed, humping Akali’s face a few times to get the bitch to listen. The feeling of Qiyana’s big brown dick teasing the top of her throat definitely got her attention, and almost without thinking, she started to slide her tongue around the meat in her mouth. The taste didn’t bother her now at all, in fact she kind of liked it. Slowly and without realizing it, Akali started to suck, her cheeks dimpling as her eyes focused on the dick in front of her, her lips sucked in ever so slightly, leaving behind the faintest trace of a lipstick ring. “See, that’s a good girl,” Qiyana cooed, her cock throbbing and beginning to leak pre. “I knew you could do it.”
 
Her words made Akali feel dejected, but not unwanted. She was a domme, dammit… right? In the face of these three easily superior cocks, it was hard to think that way, especially when sweat was trickling down her face and she caught herself actually sucking on the dick. She released the suction and focused on just tonguing it like Qiyana had asked—ordered. They weren’t friends. This was blackmail. Qiyana’s perfectly-toned abs were just in front of her. They were smooth, the color of caramel, and with noticeable curving around the muscle. Qiyana worked out her core a lot to make it nice and tight so her thighs looked even bigger. Wait, why was she admiring this girl? She was almost in her throat, and she hated it… right? 
 
Akali sighed through her nose and slid forward, taking Qiyana a few inches into her throat with some effort. She managed to wrap her lips lower on the shaft, and stuck out her tongue, licking Qiyana’s balls. They were big mocha orbs hanging loosely in her sack, easily teased by the tip of her tongue. “Oh yeah, someone knows what they like,” Qiyana said, not in a teasing way this time. Akali’s throat was really getting to her even if she wasn’t ridiculously deep. Her throat was hot, wet, slimy, and best of all, in constant motion. Akali’s muscles didn’t know what to do about the thick invader and her throat kept twitching and pulsing which was enormously pleasant. Qiyana could feel the precum slipping down her shaft now, and she held Akali’s head in both hands, cooing pleasantly as she began to bob in and out of her mouth. Senna watched with amusement, slowly stroking her huge prick with one hand while resting her cheek on her fist. 
 
Taliyah was having plenty of fun too. Akali’s white skin was turning pink under the suction, and it was getting noticeably fluffed up. It wouldn’t stay that way for longer than a few minutes, but with repeated sessions, she could get bigger. It was fascinating for Taliyah to watch it. She was the youngest and the most interested by that kind of thing. She wasn’t yet mature enough to have that supreme self-confidence of Senna (or arrogance of the princess). Akali’s dick was starting to spill its own clear precum now, and Akali’s spit was just beginning to curl around her jaw as it trickled from her mouth and down the inch of her face to that curve. Qiyana grunted and increased her speed, keeping up a fast but deep rhythm that was sure to get her off before long. Akali’s eyes closed even tighter as she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and laid it flat like a landing strip, although curling the sides up around the big brown dick in her mouth. She actually kind of liked the feeling. It didn’t make her feel ill or anything. It almost felt natural. For a moment Akali considered that she often found herself sucking on the end of a pen, or even the tip of a kunai. She had popped the head of the mic into her mouth more than once as a joke… it had been a joke at the time, but now it seemed more sinister, more telling. Glurk, went her throat as Qiyana finally pushed deep enough for the tip to show up on the skin of her neck. “She’s too tight,” Qiyana groaned, feeling her dick curl unpleasantly to fit down Akali’s throat. “Get her some poppers, would you?”
 
Akali didn’t know what the fuck that was, although she guessed it was drugs just from the context. She tried to pull away again but her head was firmly in Qiyana’s two hands. Senna waved something under her nose, a tin of smelly stuff that lit her brain on fire. Her nose tingled, her lungs filled fully all of a sudden as she took a deep breath, her body wanting to fill her whole being with it. Akali’s eyes bugged out and she started to pant through her nose as her veins lit up with electricity. Everything felt good. No, everything felt amazing. Her cock felt like it was going to burst. She could feel her own asshole twitching, and had the distinct desire to stick her finger in her butt to satisfy it. Her balls tightened up to her body as her orgasm approached. And more than anything, her muscles relaxed, allowing more blood to flow into her dick, and the tightness of her throat to cool down.
In seconds, Qiyana facefucking her, not going all-out, but enough that her balls slapped against her chin once or even twice a second. That realization more than anything else made Akali moan out loud, feeling the pair of testicles hit her skin and retreat again, and realizing that she wanted them to touch her skin more than they were away. She wanted Qiyana to rub them all over her face and up her nose and in her eyes. She wanted Senna’s huge cock up her ass. She wanted…
 
“Whoa!” Taliyah shouted as Akali suddenly came, her very-slightly-bigger dick fountaining three, four, five, six jolts of sperm. It was creamy stuff, half-clear and half-white, splattering the device and raining down onto her groin. There was enough to make a half-centimeter deep puddle inside the cuff of the pump. Akali groaned loudly around the dick in her throat, although it didn’t stop Qiyana from hilting in her mouth, rubbing the ninja’s lipstick around the very base of her prick. The princess cried out in orgasm, mashing her balls against Akali’s chin as she suddenly came, and didn’t stop cumming until Akali thought she was going to drown. Not just six, but maybe six dozen ropes of spunk unloaded down her spasming throat, enough to fill a teacup with nothing but cum. And this stuff wasn’t watery, it was thick and white and gooey and it made her feel like she was going to choke or maybe throw up, but more and more cum kept replacing it, gumming up her throat and forcing the rest down through sheer pressure of Qiyana’s orgasm. She had never had an orgasm like that in her life, and she felt with a sinking heart that she never would. Not for the first time, the girl had proven that she had the superior equipment. Akali’s cock deflated in the pump, exhausted from her one powerful orgasm, while Qiyana’s dick didn’t seem to flag for a moment as the girl pulled it out of Akali’s throat by pressing on her head. It was messy with its own sperm, and Qiyana wiped her dirty cock off on Akali’s face while the ninja moaned in post-poppers ecstasy. 
 
“What was that stuff…” she moaned, almost completely paralyzed by the rush of pleasure she had just experienced. “Can I have some more?” she said before even thinking about it. The high was powerful but incredibly short-lived. Already she felt lucid, only “high” off the orgasm she’d had. 
 
“You can have as much as you want…” Senna purred into her ear. “All you have to do is let us use you as a fucktoy and a cumrag, and we’ll keep loading you up with drugs until your brain leaks out your ears.”
 
Akali moaned at the thought, head still swimming with endorphins. “Well I don’t want to become an addict…”
 
“You’ll be addicted to our cocks soon enough,” Qiyana promised.
 
Taliyah laughed at that. “Did you put coke down your dickhole?” she said, which earned a glare, which she ignored. “Senna, I felt her asshole twitching the whole time she was cumming, and it got even more intense when she took the poppers. I think she wants to get fucked nice and hard.” Akali made a small whining noise but didn’t deny it. 
 
“Do it yourself,” Senna said. “She’ll need to be warmed up for a session with me.” She gingerly wrapped her hand around her incredibly fat cock and stroked it once, her foreskin sliding back and a single pearl of precum gathering on the tip. 
 
Taliyah was only too happy to take the boss’ encouragement. She slid in under Akali, and this movement finally kicked the ninja out of her post-orgasmic stupor. The rock mage was surprisingly strong, in fact, Taliyah lifting her up without much trouble. Or maybe Akali was just a lot smaller and more girlish than she liked to admit. She felt Tali’s hard cock press against her thigh as she slid in, too, which was embarrassing. It was bigger than hers, she knew, but having it touch her made it all the more obvious. Taliyah’s cock was thick too, and she didn’t wait before pressing the head up against Akali’s ass. “Aah! Wait,” she said, biting her lip, her face showing stress. “Let me… have some more of those poppers. They loosen your holes up. I’ve had them before,” she said, blushing again. She didn’t like to admit that sort of thing. “Just so you can fuck me easier, you know.” Her eyes screwed shut as she had put her foot in her mouth again. The casual remark seemed to betray more of her desires than she intended. Taliyah smirked, but didn’t bother with an insult as she held the tin up to Akali’s nose, and she took a deep breath. Her asshole quivered, and Tali’s cock sank halfway in.
 
It was Qiyana who insulted her instead. “Perfect little princess on the outside, depraved drug-addicted fucksleeve on the inside,” she whispered, adding a “tsk tsk” to the end. Senna chuckled. It made Akali shiver and groan. It was hard to deny any of what she said, given the position she found herself in. And that… she had a growing desire to taste Senna’s cock. She was the only woman who wasn’t eager to fuck Akali, and that sort of… playing hard to get was making her want it even more (God damn it all). For now she was just happy that Qiyana didn’t seem to want to fuck her throat again while Taliyah was in her ass. Her butt was virgin-tight, although she had played with it a little with toys before (what shemale hadn’t… right?). Okay, maybe a lot of toys. She liked the way they pressed against her prostate, and she knew just how to angle Taliyah’s brown dick into her round white ass. The teenager gave her booty a healthy spank, making Akali moan, and making it jiggle. She turned around, putting a hand on her hip as she glared slightly at Tali, who just shrugged and smiled. When she turned around she realized why Qiyana wasn’t assaulting her again: The brown bitch had her phone out and she was recording the whole thing.
 
“Hey! Don’t record me!” she shouted, reaching out to cover up the phone’s camera with her hand.
 
“Ah-ah, you said we could do anything,” Senna reminded her, flopping back in the beanbag chair with a self-satisfied smile on her face. 
 
“Not stuff that will ruin my reputation! The whole point of me coming here was to—aaah—” (she groaned momentarily as Taliyah stuck her cock deeper in her ass) “—to make it so you wouldn’t release those photos!”
 
“And now I have even more dirt on you. Unfair how life is, right?” Qiyana giggled, putting her tongue out and pretending to take great care to frame the shot artfully.
 
A girlish moan came up from behind her, and suddenly Akali realized that she was bouncing happily up and down on Taliyah’s cock. With the girl sitting on the couch, well, she could hardly fuck Akali, and the ninja had simply taken it upon herself to stuff her ass full. She bit her lip hard, almost until it bled, frustrated in her realization that she… was kind of a slut for big dark dicks. She looked behind her again, but instead of looking at Tali’s face, she looked at her penis, and her slutty ass which seemed to be hungrily devouring every inch of it, making it disappear into her svelte hole. She could feel her tight ass sucking on the cock, pushing a little bit in on her way down, yanking a little out on the way back up. It hurt, but it felt good. Really good. Especially with that delightful tin still held under her nose that felt like it was cooking her brain. She pushed the tin away and closed her eyes, putting a distasteful expression on her face as if to say “I really don’t want to be here” but she was the one bouncing like a paid whore. She couldn’t suppress her lips curling just slightly in pleasure as she filled herself again and again, now slamming her thighs onto Taliyah’s groin. The girl moaned in pleasure. “H-holy shit, she’s fucking… unnngh,” Taliyah hissed, giving her ass another firm slap. “My cock’s fucking disappearing in her ass… it’s so cock-thirsty, ahh…” 
 
“I’ve got my finger on the “upload” button right now,” Qiyana chirped. “If you don’t want this image posted all over Twitter and PornHub, you had better make two peace signs with your hands right now.”
 
Akali knew what she was talking about, and it made every inch of her body burn with humiliation. But she didn’t doubt for a moment that Qiyana would press the button if she didn’t. She lifted shaking arms and made two fists, sticking out the index and middle finger of each. Her fingers were curled slightly as her muscles were weak from the poppers, and it also made her asshole much looser and Taliyah was having a field day back there cramming her white-girl booty full of thick brown cock. It really was a sight to see, watching that fat rod disappearing into her rear inch by inch. And the rhythm Akali was using made sure that Taliyah’s cock spent a lot more time inside her than out, as she was going down and then gyrating her hips for some seconds before going back up. She felt the cock twirl inside her, and she pushed forwards, making it tap her prostate a few times. She threw her head back as she suddenly came, spurred on by the size of the dick, the poppers melting her brain, and the stimulation on her anal button. Her dick unloaded three big squirts and two little ones, but her balls were mostly drained after that point. She normally only got two good orgasms before she started shooting air. 
 
Finally Akali found Senna standing in front of her. The lights were off, and the neon was on, lighting up her dragon tattoo and her hair. It also made Senna look even bigger than she would have otherwise, her black skin melting into the darkness. And then there was that… mouthwatering prick hanging between her legs. Akali felt her tongue go dry and she licked her lips. She’d watched countless hours of black porn. She began to shiver.
 
“Don’t deny it,” Senna whispered. “You want this.” She patted the top of her dick, and Akali’s 6-incher slowly rose between her thighs as she stared at it. Senna smirked. “I watched you with my bandmates. You were just trying to hide it. But you can’t hide it from me.”
 
Akali was panting, her nipples sticking straight out, her skin sensitive to even the touch of her own hair on her shoulders and back. She couldn’t even form a word, to deny or affirm. Slowly, without conscious control, her pink tongue slid from her mouth.
 
Senna threw her head back with a raucous laugh. “Aahaha! I was going to leave it up to you whether I took your ass or your throat, but I think you made the choice for me.”
 
“Boss,” Qiyana said gently from the couch, stroking herself slowly. “I think you should punish her instead. For hiding her real desires,” she grinned. “Go ass-to-mouth and make her taste her own shame.”
 
Senna considered this with eyes narrowed. “Yes… it is more fitting to put off the hole I really want for last. Very well,” she said, tossing off her coat. Her big black cock hung just inches from Akali’s face, and the girl could smell the thing from here. It was thick, hot, almost bestial. “This is a real breeding-tool,” Senna said, gripping her cock with one hand, unable to get her fingers around it. “You’re going to worship it with your mouth, but first I’m going to stick it right up that white-girl ass of yours.”
 
Akali’s lips quivered. 
 
“Turn around, slut.”
 
The broken ninja closed her eyes and lowered her head. Slowly she crawled in a circle, turning herself halfway around and presenting her tightly-muscled asscheeks for Senna, who licked her lips while staring at her twitching asshole. “Tali, poppers,” she ordered, and Taliyah did as she was bid.
 
The Asian’s eyes shot open along with her mouth as she felt her butthole throb. Her fingers curled. She wanted it so bad. So bad. She gasped out loud as Senna’s huge black cockhead nudged against her wrinkled asshole. It felt bigger than any dildo she had tried. Senna pushed, and Akali felt her face grind against the carpeted floor, moaning as the huge dick threatened to rip her apart. She took her first deep breath of the poppers, filling her lungs with the relaxant drug, and everything softened around her. 
 
Senna took the opportunity. She grabbed Akali’s hips with both hands and pulled the ninja back onto her fat fucking prick. Akali shrieked as the huge dick stretched her apart. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was even better. Tears streaked from her eyes, mascara running down her cheeks, and teeth gritting together as she took the biggest dick of her life. Her hand, shaking uncontrollably, wrapped around her girlcock, but Senna slapped it away. “Fucksleeves like you don’t touch themselves. If you cum, you will cum entirely from anal stimulation,” she said firmly, and while she spoke she paused her movements, threatening not to fuck Akali anymore if she disobeyed. 
 
“Y-Yes,” Akali breathed, her voice hitching as Senna started feeding her cock into her ass again. Senna found her engorged prostate, nicely-teased by Taliyah’s dick, and smashed her dick against the squishy button. Akali cried out, her cock starting to leak again, a thin clear liquid spilling down her rod and getting her balls wet and messy. Senna’s hands wrapped around her little pouch, squeezing them mercilessly between her fingers.
 
“Look at this tiny, pathetic sack.” Without another word’s warning, Senna hilted in Akali, the Asian’s mouth creaking open as a silent scream escaped. Senna’s big, fat, black balls slapped against Akali’s perineum, making her squirm like crazy. “You can feel them, can’t you?” Senna whispered into her ear, lying on top of the girl and pushing her into the floor. Her black fingers wrapped around Akali’s jaw and twisted her head up. “My fat fucking balls pressing into you. Feel their heat. All that cum inside,” she mouthed. That was the last thing Akali heard before she realized that Qiyana was streaming the whole thing now. The princess was sitting back on the couch with her phone in one hand and cock in the other, slowly stroking herself as she streamed the sex for the whole world to gape at. 
 
“No longer a Twitter star,” Qiyana said. “Now you’re on PornHub Live. Say hi.”
 
“Say it,” Senna hissed, giving Akali’s butt a firm smack that made it jiggle. “Tell the whole world that you’re a shameless slut for black cocks.”
 
“I’m…” she choked out, her head twisted to the side, eyes only half-open. “I’m…” she couldn’t say it.
 
Senna began to pull out. “We’re done here,” she said, as inch after inch retreated from Akali’s fuckhole and left the ninja feeling intensely, inexpressibly empty inside.
 
“I’m a shameless slut for black cocks!” she roared, the words foreign on her tongue. She was crying properly now, but her heart was still quivering. She was more excited than she had ever been.
 
“That’s better,” Senna cooed, squeezing Akali’s breast with her hand. “That’s right. Say it again.”
 
“I’m… a shameless slut for black cocks,” Akali repeated, quieter this time, horrified by herself. In one sentence she had ruined her online reputation. And yet she could literally feel the precum streaming down her cock and spilling to the floor, drop by drop.
 
“Say it like you mean it,” Senna said, fixing the fingers of her other hand to the back of Akali’s neck and driving her cheek painfully into the carpet. “And we can get started.”
 
“I love big black cocks!” Akali shouted, her eyes closed in bliss. Automatically, her hands curled into peace signs again, and the image was transmitted to the internet for tens of thousands of viewers, and hundreds more by the second. That image of her O-face surrounded by two peace signs was all that would be on Reddit’s adult frontpage tomorrow. Even her tongue was sticking out as Senna rewarded her by grinding her big dick into her prostate again, making Akali moan and squirt onto the floor. Her seed after two orgasms was weak and impotent, pretty much completely clear, and her balls were like marbles, empty now.
 
Senna leaned in again. “Now I’m going to show you what a real dick is like, unlike the girls you’ve left unsatisfied by your tiny Asian micropenis,” she whispered, loud enough for the phone to pick it up. Slowly, agonizingly, Akali’s black goddess started to fuck her. She had ten inches to give, and it took a good few seconds to feed that much cock into her sucking asshole. Taliyah replaced the tin of poppers with a fresh one, making blood rush back to Akali’s cock once more and it stood on end, throbbing against her stomach as Senna fucked her. 
 
“S-so big,” she gaped, unable to control herself even in front of the camera. She drooled onto the carpet as Senna tore her ass open with her freakish girlcock, bigger even than Karma’s. Akali only wished she could see the beauty of that fat nigger-dick being sword-swallowed by her pulsing anus. Her fingers dug into the thick shag of the carpet and she bit her lip to keep her tongue from hanging out, her eyes half-closed as she presented her rear to Senna for a brutal mating session. It was the goddess’ own precum that ended up lubing her huge black shaft, spilling more pre than the cum Akali had produced in three orgasms. Senna was able to increase her speed slowly but surely as her cock got wet and sloppy, soon beginning to make lewd, depraved squishing noises as it pounded in and out of Akali’s asshole.
 
Ten inches was still no small feat, not even a merely-large feat. It was intense, and it hurt, and it made her quiver like nothing else had ever done. Akali realized that she was a fucktoy, a cocksleeve, and she’d always been one; she had been lying to herself all this time. “I… I’m a fucktoy,” she said out loud, confirming it for herself. It made her heart leap. Senna’s bandmates laughed at the statement, while Senna just smirked and spanked Akali’s ass again, making it jiggle for the camera. “I’m a dirty, depraved sleeve for black dicks,” she moaned, her brain barely connected to her mouth. She stuck her ass back and rubbed it in circles on Senna’s groin, finally taking some of her own sluttish control of the situation. Senna moaned and spanked her repeatedly as Akali grinded their junk together, her own small pouch being repeatedly slapped by Senna’s fat hanging ballsack until it felt like it was bruised. Not just that, but her prostate was being abused to the breaking point, the overstimulated button swelling and swelling until it threatened to pop. “Fuck me!” she cried, looking straight into the camera now. “Take me like the stallion you are and use me as your cumdump, please!”
 
“Say my name,” Senna replied.
 
“Goddess! Goddess!” Akali screamed, rolling her hips in wide circles, letting her white-girl booty smear on Senna’s sweat-glistening black abs. “Please fuck me Goddess, make me yours!”
 
Senna let out a bestial grunt of satisfaction as the ninja prostrated herself for her superior. “You will never use your microdick again,” she said. “I’m going to put a cage on it and make sure you only cum from getting your ass pounded by black cock every day for the rest of your life.”
 
“Yesssss,” Akali moaned. “Anything, just fuck me harder! Fill me full of your huge fucking bull-dick!”
 
Senna’s eyes screwed shut as she suddenly came; Akali’s depraved begging pushed her over the edge in an instant. Her hands came around to Akali’s hips and held them tightly to her own, their thighs and balls pressed together as Senna’s ten-inch studcock pissed rope after rope of sticky, slimy cum into Akali’s bowels. They both screamed together as the chat reached five hundred thousand viewers, and a quarter of those watching suddenly came along with Akali. The ninja’s abused dick squirted onto the floor, making barely a tablespoon of weak clear cum, while white cream flooded into and out of her talented asshole. Senna was stuffing her like a turkey, but her jizz just came spurting back out once the ninja’s butt was full. The camera caught the squirts of sperm as they escaped through the seal of dick-against-ass, painting Senna’s thighs with her own thick sperm.
 
Senna’s orgasms lasted almost forty seconds, Akali’s asscheeks starting to hurt where her Goddess kept slapping her. A pink handprint was visible on the camera now, almost like Senna tattooing her claim on her prize. 
 
At last the Goddess pulled out, her black cock dripping cum from the entire length. Akali, her ass impossibly sore, was hauled by her hair, turned around and made to shove her face into Senna’s groin. “Clean me off, slut,” she ordered, smearing hot cum onto Akali’s face, who just moaned and got to work. Her lips sucked loudly at Senna’s ballsack, cleaning it from front to back, leaving it glistening with her own spit, and plenty of backed-up cum stuck in her cheeks and under her tongue. It was the consistency of unset glue, and she swallowed it gratefully. The unpleasant task of taking into her throat the dick that had just been up her ass lay ahead. Senna’s expression communicated all she needed to know about that, though: do it, or be punished.
 
Taliyah’s fingers wrapped around Akali’s dick, and then a cold metal cage was slammed onto her prick. “Ah!” she cried, her mouth hanging open for a second before Senna used her grip on Akali’s ponytail to stuff her dank-tasting meat into her mouth. It was bitter and foul, but not dirty… only made Akali feel dirty. Her tongue stuck to the underside, licking it clean of the slimy cum that it had left on itself… that Akali’s own ass had made a mess of. Slowly the tattooed girl worshipped the dick, quite conscious and able to feel Senna’s hot, gloopy cum leaking out of her well-battered butthole. It spilled out of her gape and onto her balls. She had never felt her own cum with that thick consistency and warm temperature, hers was inferior in every way. She realized that she deserved the chastity cage. Her mouth made warm, wet, lewd pops as she joyfully serviced Senna’s fuckmeat, her eyes lighting up with pleasure as she came to love the bitter taste of her own asshole smeared up and down her Goddess’ shaft. “Ahhhmm,” she moaned again, filling her mouth with gorgeous chocolate dick, and gazing up at Senna’s sparking green eyes. Senna wasn’t looking at her, instead snapping her fingers and pointing at Akali. Suddenly the other two were on her as well, Qiyana below her with their breasts squashed together and Taliyah above, lying on her back.
 
Without any further warning, Taliyah and Qiyana’s big black cocks invaded her asshole from both sides, stretching the abused hole open almost as wide as when Senna had been back there. When Akali cried out in distress, Qiyana shoved a tin under her nose until she went quiet again, her screams replaced with moans as her asshole stretched only-too-well to accommodate the thick pricks inside her. Qiyana and Taliyah’s dicks grinded against each other, the 8 and 9 inch cocks straining against Akali’s now oval-shaped asshole as the two shafts pulled it in opposite directions. Soon enough, though, the two girls managed to get their balls to touch as they crammed their cocks into Akali’s booty, Qiyana slurping on Akali’s neck while Taliyah dutifully held the poppers beneath her nose. Akali’s cock squirted a single weak strand of transparent cum onto Qiyana’s belly, but nobody even noticed.
 
From all three angles Akali was filled with cocks bigger than she had seen. She had sucked off Karma once when the Enlightened One had been backed-up with spunk after a week’s meditation, but that was just friendly stuff… right? No, now Akali realized that it was her inner slut trying to get out. At last it had, and she’d never been happier. No longer content to bob on Senna’s dick, she shot forwards and eagerly impaled her throat on the thick black cock, inviting it deep into her twitching throat and slobbering all over it with her tongue, saliva leaking past her lips. “That’s a good girl,” Senna said absently, having released her ponytail and now just keeping her hand on the back of Akali’s head to keep her from pulling back too far.
 
Akali came and came and came again as the girls fucked both of her holes, until she wasn’t even shooting anything anymore and the only outside evidence of her orgasms were a twitching rod and an accordant pinkishness of her flesh down there as bloodflow increased. Senna’s fingers curled around her hair and she obediently fluttered her eyes closed and sank down to the base of her Goddess’ black cock, wrapping her lips around the base and spitting onto her balls. She was rewarded with Senna’s thick, slimy cum unloading down her throat; her gag reflex was being sorely-tested by Senna’s twitching dick, but she kept it all down, drinking her sperm like a good cumrag, which felt only fitting with white cream still stuck to her cheeks and forehead from when Senna had ground her face against her filthy fucktool. She was also rewarded with her Goddess moaning for her, the most visceral reminder that she had done a good job in pleasuring her superior while the other two mated with her asshole and spilled their cum into her once more, their own black cocks half-wrapping around each other with the slight upwards bend they both had.
 
Hours passed as the viewers soared into the millions, and at last Akali’s button could take no more abuse as fat cocks pounded away on it relentlessly, first Taliyah’s, then Senna’s, then two, then all three at once. With a sudden and distant noise, she felt it pop, and one last orgasm rolled over her body from toes to scalp, shivering uncontrollably with her tongue hanging out of her mouth, spit drooling onto her small breasts that even the young Taliyah had beat.
 
Akali collapsed into a pile, her muscles quivering but her body not really moving at all. Her fingers twitched, her toes curled, her dick went hard, hard, harder than it had ever been before or would be again as one last surge of bloodflow went through it… and then it sank, soft, never to grow hard again as her prostate had burst a shower of cum onto the entwined dicks up her ass.
 
“Smile for the camera,” Senna said, holding the phone in front of Akali’s face. With a dreamy smile, face covered in sperm, she held up her hands one more time and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue so everyone could see the strings of spunk decorating her teeth, cheeks, tongue, and tonsils. She was finally happy.
 
 








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